Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

─ ─ Fort Casper, the strategic home of the Imperial Army Fortress Gallia

Captain Zamuel is dead.

Fort Casper became noisy when an emergency report was delivered by soldiers who were monitoring Canary Street. The bonfire burns more than usual in front of the main entrance, and many soldiers hit the guard with a tense face. The gate by the main gate was open and the cloth-covered bodies were carried one after the other.

"So is it true that Captain Zamuel was taken over?

Asked with a puzzled face is General Osvanne, fifty years old. Turned into a heavy town of the Earth Belt Empire, he is the commander-in-chief of the army of the southern side of the kingdom of Farnest. He has a reputation as a samurai who fights without gaps on both sides of the offense.

The corporal, kneeling, answers with his face up.

"Ha, a Canary City guard rushed to the scene and we discovered the body of Captain Zamuel with no neck. There are about ten other similar bodies. We are currently carrying out collection operations"

"No neck?... I guess the Royal Army took it away as a generous neck. Captain Zamuel's martial name will be on fire."

"No, not the work of the Royal Army"

Corporal denies it lightly. Osvanne frowned.

"Not the work of the Royal Army? Then who slaughtered Captain Zamuel? Not to mention the work of the bandits."

"That's... that..."

Suddenly the corporal says. A man stroked his hair behind him in the cold eyes of a slice length who saw how it was. Colonel Parris, Osvanne's staff officer, shrugged his jaw urging him to continue.

"Well, that surviving soldier says he was lightly killed by a monstrous girl with a black sword"

"The monstrous girl?

Paris listens back unexpectedly.

"That's right. Anything. The monstrous girl told me she was headed to the king's capital to volunteer for soldiers in the kingdom."

Paris smiles at the words of a corporal as if he were drooling even in paranoia. Originally, Paris came from an intelligence unit. "Is that right," he said of the absurd story about a monstrous girl, etc., and couldn't possibly be peppered.

Definitely convinced that the information was distorted somewhere and opens his mouth.

"Don't be ridiculous. I interrogate the soldiers directly. Bring him in early."

Paris gives an immediate order with an angry voice. Corporal shook his body viciously, shaking his neck to the side without force.

"Unfortunately, I have an abnormality in my mind, and I can't even have a decent conversation anymore. Some of the soldiers who were watching are starting to make noise about monsters on their side in the kingdom."

"Well, that's it... I don't even think this is a total false statement?

That's what Osvanne said, and he's turned his gaze to Paris.

"What are you saying to His Excellency? By and large -"

"Paris. This is no longer a waste of time"

Gently raise your left hand, Osvanne blocking Paris' words. As for Paris, I still have a heap of things to say. but if the soldier did say he was confused, he wouldn't get any more information.

If so, as Osvanne said, it is a waste of time to continue talking. Time is always finite.

"seems to have gotten a little excited about what I did. Forgive me."

"I don't care - I understand the conversation. Thank you for reporting. Back off."

"Excuse me while I talk to you. May I have a word?

When Osvanne tried to encourage the corporal to leave, the man who had waited. Feathered with robes like dyed in the dark night, his head is also covered in hood. Creepy if that looks in a nutshell. I'm supposed to be in my mid-thirties, but I look over sixties. Occasionally, the face peeking from under the hood is unusually thin, and the fallen, indented eyes emit a glimmer of glare when done.

He is Chancellor Dalmes, who had come to inspect the situation under the orders of the Emperor.

Paris hears that he was originally a depressed, uncaring man on the analysis team. But in the last few years, it has emerged at a rate that should be called unusual. He is now the man who reigns in the glorious Earthbelt Empire in the position of Chancellor after Emperor.

It is the prevailing view that the Emperor's trust is immense and that the prime minister's status will not waver.

Rumors even suggest that the emperor's proclamation of continental unity was due to Darmes' strong propaganda. Most of the time they are oligarchy and rarely speak for themselves. It is also said to be the Silent Chancellor.

"... Is there anything bothering you, Chancellor?

Ask in the kind of tone that Osvanne explores. Dalmes, by contrast, waved exaggerated with a grin.

"No, it's no big deal. However, I was a little concerned about the black sword. - Are you asking about any other features of the sword?

Dalmes asked the corporal for an explanation. Are you extra surprised that you were suddenly called out? Corporal's eyes are swimming flashly.

"You don't have to be so nervous. Please answer to the best of your knowledge."

Dalmes says in a gentle voice. Even the candlelight that lights up the interior finely can see sweat seeping through the corporal's forehead. I can't help being nervous. It is not normal for an imperial prime minister to speak directly to a corporal.

"How long are we going to keep His Excellency the Chancellor waiting? Answer what you're asked!

Paris scolds.

"─ Yes, no. And I'm not asking in particular! It just means it's a black sword!

Dalmes smiles at the corporal who answers with his voice up.

"Really? I understand very well. Then you can step back."

"Ha! And I beg your pardon!

When the corporal salutes quickly, he leaves the room early. Dalmes also rose out of the chair as if to fit.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, too. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call us anytime."

"Thank you for your time, despite the night"

"No."

As Paris lowered his head deeply and thanked him, Dalmes raised his hand gently. When the wrinkles made into the robe were carefully arranged, the room was reared with a slow foothold. Osvanne, for some reason, stares at the door where Dalmes left while turning his face bright blue.

"My lord, what has been done? Your face is bright blue."

…………

"My lord!"

When Paris rocks his shoulder, Osvanne returns to me hah.

"You seem to have noticed. What the hell is wrong with you?

"Yes, no, it's nothing. Never mind."

With that said, Osvanne had a sticky grin.

"Really? I hope so... well, if the monster is certain about the girl, there will be some reports from the secret detectives who are releasing it everywhere."

"Ugh, Mm. Oh, yeah. For once, the fort's vigilance is strictly requested"

"Regardless, I understand. Now, there is also the matter of Captain Zamuel, and I beg your pardon."

Confirming the distant footsteps of Paris, Osvanne thrust into the table with momentum. A chill ran on his back and his heart depressed the early bell. I took the cigarette out of my nose with a trembling hand and was forced to light it. Then, after a few abusive spews of smoke, I think back to the sight I saw earlier as I sat deeply in the chair.

─ ─ Give me that nightmarish sight.

(Paris didn't seem to realize... what the hell was that? For a moment the shadow of the Chancellor shook loudly like a creature...)