The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

"Ange, Saba!

Ange was still walking when she was so talked from her back with a nasally hard to hear voice.

"Hmm?"

Ange turned around.

There was a swollen knight there.

It's Euni.

"Stop... what's wrong with that face!!

He had a big blue bruise on his eyes and nose.

To see, after he beat me up.

There seemed to be blood all over his nose, and he rubbed his nostrils firmly with a bright red handkerchief.

"No way......"

Ange said without surprise.

I wasn't surprised because the outcome of the logic put together in an instant in my head was too much, crap to take.

That was a possible inference for so many fools, and therefore only to a degree surprising that the correct answer to the problem could be found in children as well.

What I thought with Kasumi's clearing head was a surprise to myself that I hadn't noticed before.

Yuni, when he hit the bloody handkerchief on his nose, buh-oh, and forced himself through his nose.

"I'm sorry. Huh! The Knights took those two away."

Ange on the horse hurried, and what I saw there was a situation where everything was too late.

Two bodies.

The bodies were hung, staring at each other in two trees.

After being stripped naked, he was ripped through his body by a snail, like the meat that the beast with his nails had killed him to play.

My intestines are spilled from my broken belly, and my legs are coming into contact with the ground.

That was true of both parents and children.

The corpse, which is now slaughtered exactly alive and whose skin is still luminous, hangs with its eyes open.

Ange unwittingly nauseated when she saw the body of the child she had just spoken to.

"Ugh..."

nausea and cover your mouth.

"Oh, what's up? Lord Angelica."

said Epitaph, who was nearby.

Instead, the epitaph was on break and seemed to rest admiring this brutal painting.

"Why are you doing this..."

"Oh, I apologize for your men. But he said something I don't know. Safe delivery of the devil or something..."

"Yeah, that's what I ordered. It's my mess."

I feel sorry for myself for not having thought of such an easy thing.

If it was enough to be awesome, you should have just told me to wait for you to pass by in the woods.

That would have been 10,000 times safer.

It was simply out of their minds that there was a knighthood on their path.

"The deficiencies in the orders are not good, but you have no choice"

After all, Epitaph was making a mistake.

"No, it's not. I wanted to miss them safely. My bad luck is I forgot you existed."

"No way, were you going to let him live through it?

"Exactly. But you beat up my knights and killed the girls you were escorting."

When Ange said so, Epitaph looked like he was in trouble.

"Oh my God, Lord Angelica seems to be too impressed by the devils"

"I'm not sympathetic. I just didn't want to be senseless cruel."

"Meaningless......? That's all it takes to make it look good."

"You admit they have a heart, too, that you think it will show off. And yet you do these cruelties. I've done it before."

Ange was remembering the epitaph's assault she had seen on the road.

Like a belly that lost the war, he chopped up the body that had been left behind and decorated it like it is now.

Well, that's good.

After they're already dead, their lives are over there, and it's not like they're in pain trying to get the body chopped up.

But they are... probably not.

"I've been hanging around in your hobby, young enemy soldiers. The enemy cavalry has been in such a fierce pursuit because they saw that one. How many soldiers are you going to lose for your hobby?"

"Didn't you agree to the decision that no more enemies would come after you?

"I'm not talking about the status quo. We're talking about the flurry of war."

"Flushing...? There's no such thing as war."

"If we do this, when we are in the opposite position, we cannot complain if we are stopped. Whether the enemy approaches our realm and begs to kill an innocent people or begs for mercy,"

"Lord Angelica, if time is right, it's heretical interrogation. In the first place, the Crusaders were formed for the survival struggle between humans and demons. It's only natural that one of them should be stopped."

Angelica remembered the feeling of giving up, which she had tasted many times over the past few days.

It doesn't make sense.

No, this man.

My heart is closed.

There's no point in fighting here.

"Okay. But we'll bury their bodies. Exposing this to the eyes of the enemy could further aggravate this dangerous situation. You can't see that."

Ange appropriately stuck with the reason.

The truth is, I wanted to mourn the two people who talked, albeit two or three words, just to bury them at least.

"Fine. Do as you please."

Epitaph said as he seeped a thin discomfort in his eyes.

"Dear Ange, This is a report of scouts. They found the village."

Ange was sitting in the carriage when Gustave told him so.

"Right. I'll set up a night camp in that village today. How many houses?"

"… five doors,"

"Right."

Ange was deeply disappointed.

The land around here is not the main road that people use to flee, so there is no point in running out of food.

But instead, there was no house itself.

I don't even feel so cold right now in the early summer, I don't even feel like an area that's too risky to survive, but I guess winter will be a frozen world.

Is it extreme cold enough that hunting and farming do not take place, or does the vast majority run nomadic lives without settlements......

I didn't know the details, but it was only true that there were few people.

However, when it comes to more than one hundred and fifty soldiers, the food of five private houses… and the rest of the food beyond winter, there is no way that one hundred and fifty bellies can be filled.

When this happened, if we let the archers of the hunters, etc. hunt wild animals, they could be added to the food, but it was the opposite that had gathered the elite, which was disastrous, and there was no such thing as a conscript with skill at living.

Experience to the extent of shooting foxes that have been driven up by dogs makes it difficult to hunt wildlife in completely strange lands.

"Dear Ange, stop walking?

Gustave asked, looking a little happy.

Again, I would be more than happy to be honestly sitting in a carriage than to be dragging my foot to bitterness.

"Oh, I stopped"

"May I ask why"

"I misjudged one thing today. Because I walked willingly, and I was unable to make a decent decision. Those who seek to become generals must always have a clear consciousness. I couldn't, but I knew it wasn't my job to walk."

"It's splendid. I'm impressed with this Gustave."

Gustave lowered his head in what looked like a hat off.

But Ange wasn't entirely impressed.

I'm just disappointed in myself.

I believed I was a talented man, but apparently not.

If you're incompetent, at least if you're not, you bit something good like that.

Even though there is nothing to gain from conflict with the papal realm here.

I didn't even have the self-control to stop myself.

I'm just stunned.

"You, too, would have liked to discern this Ange. When this is over, you can leave."

"Ha."

"I apparently wasn't that much of a person"

When Ange said so, Gustave laughed with his nose.

"Well, they taste a young frustration."

"... right"

I didn't think of it as a setback, but if you ask me, maybe it was a setback.

"May I say something a little harsh?

"Be my guest."

"We don't expect as much from the judgment of our little eighteen-year-old."

Gustave's words were gentle voices against content.

"... right"

"Eighteen or so, do you think there are people in this world who can be famous generals like God?

I don't know.

I had already led a hundred fights at the age of eighteen, which I had never heard of from a boulder, and it would be difficult.

"Master Ange is young. So it's natural to be immature. We all know that. What we all expect is growth. If you learn a lesson and go back, Master Ange will surely become a brilliant famous general, a famous gentleman. We're all here because that's what we think. Otherwise, no one will ever give their lives to a younger girl."

………

Ange couldn't answer.

I was so impressed, but I told myself not to cry.

There are few in Ange's reign today, but many descendants of those who were close to serving his father.

They see Ange as their king and follow me.

"I'm sorry for your rudeness. Now, I have a little work to do."

Gustave disappeared backwards to keep him out of Ange's sight.

What an extra dedication I am receiving.

But Ange doesn't have the power to live up to his devotion.

Gustave is right, should we respond by growing up?

In the first place, do you really have such a generator in you?

I guess there is.

Even if you don't, you have to make an effort to make the lie true.

Angelica Sacramenta wiped tears floating down her eyeballs with her dirty hands.