The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

"You lost territory to Count Novar..."

The faces of the marquis were overflowing with strong impatience.

Count Novar was an aristocrat with considerable power among the Gateway nobles who are thriving with the Imperial Trade Federation. That really makes me lose my legs a lot. The reason for this is also the fact that he abandoned his people in Colori, a fact that cannot normally be blamed.

Especially lately, there has been an epidemic of leg-loss plays that are unlikely to be true even among the League of Descent Nobles. It is clear that the present imperial government is no longer trying to crush the Union of Descent Nobles. I guess that's why. Distancing from the Confederation of Descent Nobles and the Federation of Imperial Trade Unions, nobles continue to fall back on commercial guilds. The number of participating aristocrats is now about half.

"This unpleasant flow is all starting with that busty little guy. How are the marquis? Are you going to keep your fingers crossed and watch the aggression against us?

Slap your right fist against the table and the cup falls to the floor and crumbles to pieces.

"No, no, no! You should add Heavenly Kid now!

"That's right. If our League of Descent Lords joins forces, they're not the only ones!

"Kids like that amputate limbs and sell them to spectacle huts!

The current head of the Duke of Geffelt family - the words of Zimon Geffelt - rise from where brave voices are heard as if to blow up anxiety.

But...

"You're not swallowing."

Zimon frowns at words containing a slight mockery.

"Hmm? Ong, if you have something to say, I'll ask you?

"Then let me tell you something because this is the time. Sir Geffelt, he's a real pain in the ass. I'm conspiring with Lord Reina of the Commercial Guild, and you see, all the cups broken there and all the tea in them were developed by the Sagami Chamber of Commerce."

"All you have to do is drag him down from his current position and take something like this. That's what we've been doing. Didn't I?"

"Right. We had the force to do it. Even now, the Imperial Regular Army is in their grip. It is definitely the supreme force of our empire. But I don't know about the future."

"O Ong! A man like you is scared of a kid!?"

I don't believe it. That's what's inside of Zimon right now.

This monk was not supposed to be a born samurai and a coward running for his life.

"I guess so. Must be horrible. That man who uses ruinous magic."

When Ong stood up for a seat, he praised,

"We, the Marquis Rosen, are leaving the League of Descent Nobles today."

"Become!? Are you insane, my lord!?"

A few lords rise up as if to echo the noisy indoors onto their butts.

"We're just like the Rosens. Let me get out of here!

"You... betrayed me."

When Ong clasped his shoulder to Zimon, who raised his grudge,

"Once your lords have reconciled with Sir Grey, they may also join hands. Then we'll do it."

Marquis Rosen and a few nobles will be out when I thank them.

"Lord Geffelt......"

to the voices of the troubled but uneasy lords,

"Don't worry! We have no defeat! Kill that kid, get the laddle again, and create our paradise!

Mouth the murderous complaint you have spoken so many times before.

"But as Sir Rosen said, there are no brave men, and to counter that monster..."

Yes. The problem is simple. The Geffelts don't have enough force to fight a monster named Gray. That's all.

"Then you can look for the monster. If you look away from treatment, there must be some strong people on our side. All you have to do is look!! No, my lords!!?"

"And..."

Powerful cheerful voice. Turning his neck to that audio source, a man wearing a white hat and exotic clothes enters his sight. Half the man's face is hidden by a long stretched grey forehead, whose appearance is uncertain.

"Who are you!?"

"Ha-ha. I'm Solomon, a former Esther's Episcopal. Yolo!"

The gray-haired man comes into the room with his right hand up and circles around in circles with a bright white wand in his left hand.

"Former Episcopal?

"Solomon, is that monster?

"Monster of the Holy Nation..."

In the noisy indoors, Zimon spins his head at high speed.

Solomon, one of the Dukes of the Holy Nation. A monster who devastated the dragon by himself. Also known as the monster of the ecclesiastical kingdom. Solomon is rumored to be a rare archdeacon who uses the magic of various systems.

Why this person is here. And the word ex-Christian in earlier conversations.

"Lord Solomon, darn it, have you exiled to this empire?

"Yes. To the thought of His Majesty the Iska. Me, say cum. Come on. Be sure to add to your people."

"Excuse me, but any evidence of betrayal of the ecclesiastical kingdom?

Just because you're being driven by boulders doesn't mean you can easily trust one of the enemy's highest forces.

"Of course, I'm bringing it."

Solomon takes out a box of cylindrical metal and opens the box.

"Hih!?"

A slight scream and breathtaking voice. There was a man's head in there.

"Oh, what's that?

"Pope of the Episcopal Country. How's that? You're willing to believe that?

When it comes to the pope of the ecclesiastical country, the head of the ecclesiastical country.

"Or may I confirm it?

I have met the Pope once. There should be burn marks on your left cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, do your best."

Wave at your head and scrutinize.

"It's real"

Two papals and melons who have seen burn marks and appearance in the past. You can't be so precisely deluded.

Opportunity. Recently scattered, but finally, a chance has come to Geffelt.

"Any requests?

"Right. I wonder if my position in the Empire will be secured and free. Can I get it for you guys?

"Of course I did. Welcome to our empire. Your Majesty's sword, my comrade!

Geffelt shouted from the back of his throat as he desperately pushed and killed the joy.