Summoned Slaughterer

Since one, two, and three were sealed and governance by Imeraria began in earnest, there has been an increase in rustic and qualitative condiments within the Royal Castle of Orson Grande.

The same was true of the room of Immelalia, the queen, who, after ceding her throne to her son Carl, had awakened in a small room behind the castle.

After being freed from politics, she also enjoyed magical research every day, when she was in her mid-sixties, she was devoured by the disease and spent a long time on the bedside.

"Mr. Poose remains as beautiful as ever, and I envy you"

"No matter how old you are, you're lovelier like a girl, Imeralia."

Imeralia, in condition on the bed, was breathing bitterly, even as she smiled at Puse.

Originally the lean body faded to the point where the bones rose, and the appearance of wrapping a thin and simple piece of clothing was still a fragile weakness that seemed to break.

Though less wrinkly for her age, the flesh on her cheeks is falling, and old and tired do bring her closer to death.

"Mr. Poose, I will soon die. An elf lady would know. My body has completely lost its magic."

"Dear Imeraria..."

"I apologize for tying you to the castle for so long..."

"You don't have to apologize. I chose to do that myself."

"Thanks...... Ugh... Ho ho, ho..."

Imeraria, thankful, swallowed violently.

Puse uses healing magic when he sleeps with his softly lean body supported. Because Imeraria told me that it doesn't work for the disease, but it makes me feel a little better.

"Ha... a little easier"

Inhaling heavily, Imeralia laughed.

"I must have had the most intense and varied experience of all the royalty of this country's history. In the post-mortem world, you have to talk to your father, mother, and brother about a lot of things. And I have to apologize..."

Looking up at the ceiling, Imeralia said in a small voice.

"Apologize...?

"Yeah. It seems cold that your fathers have been killed, but there are some parts of you that deserve it. But......"

Embarrassed, Imeralia grinned like a girl, blushing her cheeks when she saw Puse.

"I have fallen in love with the vengeance of his parents. And I was given his child...... I don't regret it, but I'm sure my fathers will blame me for my death. There's no excuse, just apologize."

A thin hand swam through the universe looking for something and finally touched Puse's hand.

Hands held powerless, Pusse wrapped tightly with both hands.

"Warm...... Mr. Poose. Thanks for everything. And I'm not in a position to ask you to do this, but Carl, please."

"Of course it is. Anything I can do..."

"But find your happiness, too, Mr. Poose. I was really happy to raise a child with him, even though I could not live with my thoughts..."

Puse took a definite look at the dead minister in the face of Imeralia, who cares for her but laughs. Lips tremble and tears abound.

"I have a favor to ask you... how to free the one hundred and twenty-three that I told you... if you ever use it, if one hundred and twenty-three and you ever face each other..."

Imeraria's blue eyes were looking at Puse.

"When I was younger, honestly, I could not acknowledge my feelings... But even now, really, from the bottom of my heart, one, two, three things..."

To avoid missing a voice that gradually narrowed, Puse stood up and listened to Imeraria's mouth.

"Love, be..."

"Dear Imeraria..."

Knowing that the heartbeat of his life had disappeared, Puse was quietly crying, holding his cold hands.

of the Queen, who has lived in an era of drastic change, its last words. Everyone asked with interest, but Puse never told anyone what it was about, which was a promise between women.

It was a confession of love that was born to a royal family, but for which one man was summoned from another world, it was a confession of love that could not be revealed to anyone of the girl who was to live through many deaths.