Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

A few days after the fall of Hex.

Altair had driven a slavery ward into devastation with the demon Zadkiel.

At first glance it looked like a normal private house, and the cadavers of a well-laid caution stick rolled in the indoors where a holding cell was set up to store slaves in the basement.

When Altair gets the key from the body, he uses it to get down to the basement.

The dim basement was overflowing with a terrible smell of blood and a fine odor, which made him uncomfortable with his neat face.

There are naked women rolling in the shaken chambers of the number, both human and subhuman, and not a single satisfied, healthy human being can be found. Everyone was drooling covetousness from the edge of their mouth with a vain eye and a small groan.

When they arrive in front of the desired cabin, they unlock the key and enter.

The girl who was inside probably didn't leak, and her gaze hasn't been set. He's leaking a broken grin even when he sees Altair suddenly showing up.

The tuna, stretched from above the ear, is broken both left and right, with countless injection marks on the arm. The indirect area of the arm was discoloured with tea black due to excessive drug administration.

From the hip draped a liquid mixed with blood and semen, and his right eye was crushed.

"Torture, sex guy, drugged? Don't be shy when the depository hears you."

"It's a garbage dump where you leave a woman whose taste has been destroyed."

Zadkiel, a long-lasting demon in a swallow tail suit, has a thin grin at the end of the pathetic girl with her mouth full of fangs open.

Altair understood at a glance that the girl in front of him was already too late. But still, I took a glimmer of hope to see Zadokiel.

"It's no use. This guy's spirit is no longer dead, his soul is contaminated. If we keep going, we can't prevent this woman from demonizing."

"Well... then do as you always do"

Zadkiel grabbed his fist gently, the girl in front of him fell like a threaded puppet without suffering and took his breath away quietly as it was.

"Every time I say it, we demons are what destroy. Don't come looking for relief."

"I'm sorry."

Altair closed the girl's open eyes and turned her heels back as she wiped the covetousness.

Throw the key into a slave's cell where the drug symptoms appear to be relatively mild, and it goes straight up the basement where chest feces get worse.

When I went upstairs, I was away and the owner of Shishiki Warehouse was looking at the corpses of the batons.

The owner's man is a well-dressed, collar-stamped nobleman whose name is Otto. Altair had also been called to this man's party several times and had a good knowledge of it.

I have never heard of people in particular having trouble with money, etc., nor have I heard of them being slave traders. It was supposed to be the White category for a nobleman.

He exhales small when it's something he doesn't know what he's doing behind the human back.

Otto floated the blood vessels on his forehead when he saw the two misplaced men coming up from the basement.

"Your Eminence, what do you do this for?!

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"Answer me! Don't interrupt my business for free!

Otto says he's mad, but he's even more angry at Altair, who has cold eyes at it as if even a barking dog could see it on the side of the road.

When I tried to make my voice absurd again, several ill-galled mercenaries came into the house in charge of a human-sized hemp bag.

The hemp bag is moving with mozo mozo and it's easy to see what's inside.

They were away to buy new merchandise.

"... Sir Otto, aren't you treating a person's life like a dog or bug kella?

"If you think about what you're going to say. Sir Altair, I thought you understood that nobility was such a creature? Or did you look in the face of my table and think he was a really good guy?

"A wish, though."

"Can you even tell me a good theory?

"No, I saw the girls locked up downstairs and I understood it wasn't there."

"Rather, I don't understand what you're doing. You're going to be gold for shaking up a crappy sense of justice? You get pleasure? All you will gain will be resentment from other nobles"

"I don't mean to be on the side of justice. But I believe that humans need a minimum of character."

Otto, who was angry when he said so, struck his knee and laughed a lot.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! You have character. Sure, it's important, but there's no problem with it. I only enslave people with no character!

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"Sir Altair, bugs are eaten by birds, livestock has the role of being eaten by men. That is the destiny ordained by God. All the slaves here have fallen to fall. Why is that? Because it's destiny. To be eaten by noble men."

"Really?"

Altair closed her eyes quietly. But take a breath and his blue eyes open.

"Then God who has so ordained. Let me kill you."

Words that should also sound like bullshit were somehow intimidating enough to silence all the humans around the Ottos.

"F, hun, hey, you guys, enough. Kill them. I'll pay you!

"Are you sure? They're nobles, aren't they?

"I don't mind. I'll wipe everything out. As usual."

"That's the boy"

Muscular mercenaries take their weapons and surround the Altair.

"I was tired of taking people and enslaving them. Let's have some fun, hot guy."

A mercenary man turns to Altair with a silly grin.

Then, at that moment, the mercenary's neck rolled to the floor with a gobble.

"What?"

As the mercenary with the fallen neck looked up at the ceiling, there was a figure of Zadkiel wetting his torso without a neck and his right hand in blood and grinning.

"You're not educated to nod your tongue before the prey. Immediate killing is fundamental."

The mercenaries turn for a moment to the man in the swallow tail who killed a man without any hesitation.

A demon wearing a man's skin giggles his eyes at a blood splash that splashes from his neckless torso. Its evil face was enough to atrophy the mercenaries, as if they were fundamentally enjoying killing.

"You're offended."

The emotionless Altair eyes are colored with anger.

And give the order quietly.

"Kill."

Zadkiel distorts his mouth full of fangs to Altyre's orders like a three-day moon, creating a Satanic grin.

Then a few minutes later, Altair, who went out as if nothing had happened, went out to the city in his hat.

The vault was rolling with the bodies of nobles who could not resist the fate of God.

Even though he said he was walking around avoiding people and hiding his face, his aesthetic aura was not erasable, but different women dyed their cheeks pop and talked about whether or not to speak up on their backs.

To escape such attention, Altair entered a café with Zadokiel in a calm atmosphere. Order hot, dark black coffee from the waitress to eliminate the unpleasant smell earlier.

"Don't just get more corpses, Kukuk"

Zadkiel makes a grin in his big mouth as he sees through his heart.

When Altair takes out his notebook, he opens a page with a number of names on it for the slave market and the storage center where he's incarcerating slaves, and fills in the name of the storage center that's now devastated him with a bat stamp.

It's already marked X on the slave market, the bulk of the depository, and you can see how many slave trades they've been crushing.

When Altair exhales small, he entertains the smell of black coffee brought in with his pen placed in his mouth.

The heat and bitterness that spreads in his mouth dissolves the deathsmell of the girls accumulating in the back of his nose.

"It is the harvest that Lord Kaji brought back Ra's mirror. With that, we can revive the Knights."

"You think you've got the golden god on your side? I'll make you human."

"I'm really afraid I'm going to make a loan to God"

"It's only natural that God should put his shoulders in one person. But even though it's going well, that's all. The mirror will be filling with magic. It's ancient magic that restores time. We don't know how much magic we're going to use once we express a miracle."

"In the meantime, save and gather as many Knights as you can who have been thrown into slavery"

"But the majority of the Knights were dead. He's always been sent to a pervert who likes to play hard."

"I couldn't find it, but I'm right. Few Knights have obviously been able to discover it. Only three Kurts could have been discovered by crushing this much. We haven't found a single captain yet."

"The captainship will just be imprisoned in the church and made a toy for both priests (cults)"

Zadkiel put a large quantity of squared sugar in the coffee that was transported late and sipped away the coffee, which was like an iceberg.

"Bitter."

Zadkiel smirks at his face as he bites the yet to dissolve squared sugar.

"Altair... it's bitter"

Zadkiel says it in a voice that sounds like it's coming from the bottom of hell.

Altair ordered a cinnamon cake from the waiter as he dropped his gaze on the notebook.

"What a surreal way for a strong face like you to eat a cake"

"I tell you, demons like sweet things without exception"

"I'll confirm the story with the other demons before I believe it."

There are some slave markets and depositories in the notebook that haven't turned yet, but due to previous trends, it didn't seem like there were any Knights captured in this.

Besides, it is also inefficient to crush them one by one while the current manpower is unavailable.

"Are you a little short on manpower?"

"A man named Kaji, you can make him do it too."

"He's too kind. That's something that I try to help as much as I can with what I see. It's hard to give an end like we do."

Altair had earlier remembered ending the life of a broken Kurt girl.

That sight was not the first, it was the "end of the girls” that had already been done many times.

"You're stupid with humans. I didn't know you cared more about the lives you were born like Abuku."

"That's also the virtue"

"But I can't let you play"

"Naturally. Let us carry out a difficult operation. At the same time, we have to draw Zeno in. Even if Ra's mirror is filled with magic, we can't use it."

"Betrayal is a woman's weapon."

"I guess you just can't rely on someone all the way"

"Sounds like a thing. Be a petentist."

As they were talking, a woman came into the cafe wearing a robe in her eyes.

As the woman came straight to the Altair seat, she sat silently down to the empty seat.

"Coffee for her"

The waitress smiled back when Altair ordered.

Zadkiel pinched his nose against the woman and waved exaggerated to show it.

"Still a lizard smelling bitch."

"Shut up, I'll kill you, shark man. Don't ever call Ambient lizard again."

To the angry robe woman, Zadkiel returns a kutsukutsu and a villain-like grin.

Her name is Dragon Knight Drania. He was one of the former chiefs of units of the Knights of the Holy Cross, but was held responsible for the failure of the operation on Ondine territory and was flushed into the slave market. It was by the Altiles who helped the bought nobles where they had been tortured terribly.

Since then, she had a cooperative relationship with Altair to find her own troops that had become scattered.

"You're here to see me?

A sharp gaze was pointed at Altair, and Drania was stuck "Ugh".

"The job is decent"

Drania put a few sheets of parchment on the table, and Altair glanced at one of them.

".................. did Hex still fall? There must have been a mighty Wall Knights over there as well as the walls of Mithril."

"He was attacked at night and fell right off. Now we use our proud walls and many of our inhabitants are incarcerated as forced camps"

"Imprisonment?"

"Oh, I can pick a quality misrill over there, so I'm trying to use it to make Armor Knights production plant"

"A misrill on a toy is a lot more expensive. Kukukuk."

"Even a powerful Armor Knights doesn't add magic protection to it. Who's in command?

"A former Hex nobleman named Debble."

"You sold the king?

"Oh. It was Penupennu who attacked the city itself, but he manages it. Apparently, he got a position by offering the city."

"You're really human and likeable. Kukukuk."

"What happened to the king?

"I hear King Hex was already poisoned before he was assaulted. That seems to be Debble's crime, too. Whatever's wrong with weapons, drugs, slave trafficking, they're celebrities in the neighborhood."

"Have you seen the movements of the Knights of the Holy Cross and betrayed the King's neck to a handicraft"

"I did a barbaric investigation, but I'm a brutal, poorly chest fed person"

"Hmm?"

"........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Tell him I'll blow it up if I lose my hand. I couldn't kill my son. My father hurt himself. Debble blew away laughing at his son's head leading up to the body"

"... well. You got more info on Debble in here too?

"Oh. All the information I've gathered is there"

Nodding small, Altair puts the coffee cup aside and brings together the Hex material that Dorania gets.

"Looks like you got a job for them."