The Baby Raising A Devil

That Duke of Valois.

Duke Valois knocked on the armrest of the chair nervously.

It's been four days since the Virtual War qualification. I contacted the diocese from time to time, but I was unable to meet the Cardinal.

Even the crusaders who were secretly raised failed to pass the preliminary round, and Hayton, his son, was humiliated.

In doing so, receiving support from the temple was nothing but a bubble.

Ugh, he put it on his forehead.

Several columns of the family have already flown due to the failure of the bloody Medium Range Movement.

As a matter of urgency, uprisings occurred frequently in the territory due to the exploitation of the territorial population to prevent this from happening.

'Without the help of the temple, the family collapses.'

If the temple turned its back, the Duchess of Marseille, the largest investment site, would also reap a hand.

Marche was already looking for Duke Valois' hidden possessions to recover the money.

But the money you've hidden is already in a state of shock.

I dragged a huge amount of money from my wife's friendship, and even a craftsman came to the mansion every time and asked me to pay him back.

If it wasn't for the woman my wife brought, Lane, who was doing art, it would have been hard to survive the next month right now.

"Damn it!"

He put down the teacup he was holding.

"Master!"

The deputy jumped in with an urgent voice.

"What's going on?"

"I contacted the Imperial Palace in Dublin for a military replacement. That too, Captain Zakari!"

Duke Valois narrows his glans.

"Who played in the preliminary round...."

"It seems that Aurora expressed herself during the qualifying process."

"To come?"

Duke Valois is full of tongues.

If I had just expressed it a little earlier, I knew Dubled's chick would never have messed up the virtual war.

The pre-qualification validation was passed, so even if the error was expressed during the match, there was nothing wrong with it.

The problem is the mainline.

I come back to verify before the main line. The user is immediately excluded, so the worst case is that only nineteen people will hit the mainline.

It would be advantageous to replace Zakari quickly.

'It's a hojo for Valois, from side to side.'

"Contact Marquis Schhayle. Tell him I need to see his son in a hurry."

"Yes."

Since the purpose of the temple is called virtual warfare, if you don't eat the prerequisites, you won't have a clue.

A cold smile came to mind at the mouth of Duke Valois, who found a breakthrough.

* * *

A week ahead of the main line, the system was buzzing.

It was because of rumors that I put in articles other than Zakari in the Virtual War.

I found me, Mrs. Camilla. Virtual War is Virtual War and today was the day of social education for the Great Lady of Camilla.

"Younger, cheer up."

"Yes. Even if you didn't have to win, you did your best...!"

The goddess, the sweet spirits who found me, cheered on me. This was the reaction of everyone who met me recently.

I nod with an awkward smile.

"Thank you for your concern."

When she answered quietly, Huhu laughed.

"If you say hello, you should go. Today I have a pregnancy with this child."

"Yes, godmother."

When the nobles greeted him, his daughters bowed down politely to the godmother.

I evacuated people with the godwife. However, a young man who had left the mansion returned in a hurry.

'This is Miss Isabella Hadello.'

It was the love I met at Countess Wiltro's party the other day that Niels Valois revealed that she had taken out an unauthorized copy of the Bible.

"I....."

Ms. Hadello looked at the goddess and inquired.

The goddess avoided her position thoughtfully, and only then did Miss Hadello open her mouth.

"Dear Dubled, do you know the contents of the main line?"

"No."

"I know. I'm pulling the flag."

What is it?

I opened my eyes in anticipation and other answers.

'No way!'

People thought they were going to play the finals. And it's actually a match.

I've seen it a few times before the regression. I love playing the finals of the Virtual War this year.

"What is it about drawing a flag……."

"I know. It's a winning game if you catch someone who's set a flag for the opposing faction."

"Yeah, that's the game."

"But how did you know that?"

"I'm on my way in and out with Confucius Schhayle. I went to dinner yesterday, and I heard a Confucian talking to a soldier."

Ah, it is.

I nod in my head.

I've heard of it in my previous life.

Marquis Schhayle saw Isabella well and suggested a mix-up.

Earl Hadello, Isabella's father, did not refuse because he saw many of the virtues of Marquis Shuhail, and Isabella and Princess Shuhail become engaged in the near future.

'But why would you tell me that?'

As the aristocrats of the Islands did, the transfer of Hadello was also a criminal one. It does not move without gains.

How do I know that, because in my first life, Miss Hadello didn't get along well with Mina?

'It would be good for Miss Hadello to win the Shuhail Prize as her fiancée.'

I was laughing at my head.

"LeBlaine."

I quickly turned my head to the voice behind me.

"Henri!"

"Why are you here without going in?"

He smiled generously and opened my coat and gave it to me.

"It's cold."

"Yes, I want to talk to Miss Hadello...."

While I was saying that, Miss Hadello shouted.

"Ah, ah, ah, hello, Haseyot, Confucius!"

His cheeks are swollen and his face is dreamy.

Henri glances at her.

Shem's expression passed by, but he smiled as kindly as ever.

"Long time no see."

"Yes, four! In 281...!"

"But what happened to my brother?"

"I, I told you a story that was helpful to my infant, De Yot!"

The tense voice seemed to almost squawk.

"Helpful story……."

When Henri opened his eyes, Ms. Hadello quickly explained.

"This main event is a flag draw!"

Henri stares at her with a melting smile.

"Thank you for telling me. It will help my brother."

With her hands in front of her chest, Ms. Hadello looks at Henri with a gloomy face.

"Well, what……."

"You're really sweet."

"Sa, do you like a nice person?"

"I like people who are helpful."

"……!"

Miss Hadello opened her eyes wide.

"Confucius Shuhail has been training for four days. An article that is likely to be a flag is called Telburne, but it's fast! And the weakness of Confucius Schuheil..!!"

The preliminary fiancée of Confucius Shuhail poured out a 'helpful' word like a whistle.

Henri and Miss Hadello shake hands and get on a twisted wagon with a red face.

After the wagon left for Hadello, I told Henri.

"I think she likes you."

"About three years ago."

"Did you know?"

"I can't feel such a dark look."

"So you like Miss Hadello, too?"

"I like it."

I took a big breath.

'Whoa, whoa!'

A family relationship! My heart is pounding.

'But it's time for Henri to have a fiancé.'

Then could Miss Hadello be your sister?

When I made an interesting look, Henri folded his eyes sweeter than in front of the sheep.

"It's a pretty helpful source of information."

"What is that....."

I had a pushy, gimmicky look.

But a few smiles and a word makes it right to get tons of information you can't easily get.

'Mimo said it was a weapon.....'

Thinking about what I heard in my previous life, I nodded my head thinking that I really am.

"Have you decided on a new soldier for the finals?"

He asked me, and I said, "Well..." Hitachi, "he laughed.

"I made a choice."

"I'm looking forward to it."

That afternoon, I heard that Confucius Shuhail had won.

* * *

The day of the finals.

I looked at the rocks in the air with a tense expression. The number of video stones is greater than the qualification.

The final against the last winner, Confucius Schuheil, who played in the preliminary round.

Expectations have ravaged the entire Empire, and the palaces and squares with horoscopes have gathered the most spectators of all virtual warfare.

The referee blew a whistle.

Me and Confucius Shuhail each shook hands toward the center with their back.

"As soon as I start qualifying, you'll put a knife in my neck."

"Can I?"

When I made it clear, Prince Schuheil laughed.

"Look, I have a weak heart."

"That's me. I heard you were friends with Ishak."

"I'm older. So I'm sorry for Ishaque."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but look at me."

While we were laughing and talking, we explored each other sharply to the point where our skin was tingling.

"Ridiculous."

Confucius Schuheil is also my idea. It was a glance at an unworthy opponent.

We bowed to each other, greeted each other, and returned to our allies.

Both me and Edgar Schuheil put a robe on the soldiers and put a hood deep enough to cover their faces.

To hide the flagged soldier's face.

"Be gentle, don't forget!"

Edgar Shuhail shouts.

I skilfully hid my insides and went up to the tallest building in the street.

"I will!"

As soon as he shouts, our soldiers throw oil bottles at the opponent. And I really cast the flaming magic.

Fruit & Fruit Light!!

With the sound of thunder, Edgar Schuheil's expression frowned. His soldiers quickly retreated, astonished.

Then some of the military lobes were stripped.

I didn't miss that moment.

"Schuhale stared at the redhead. '

When a crisis strikes, people find something valuable first.

'That man is a flag.'

As I laughed, Confucius Shuhail looked at me with a firm face.

You said you were going to be gentle! 'I replied kindly with a face.

"Me, I threw a fire."

When I laughed, his face frowned.