The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

When I changed my clothes to a decent dress, I walked out the front door with my cane on.

The injured right leg has a new bandage wrapped around it, but because of it, he started wearing shoes that were larger in size.

Weird if the shoes are different on the left and right, so they are also wearing matching leather shoes on the left leg, but doubling the socks and tightening the strings makes it difficult to walk in Gabagaba.

Well, I can't help it.

Courtesy clothes are outfits that emphasize formality over ease of movement, and there's no point in wearing them if they're not dressed up.

In front of the front door, there was already a carriage out.

"Master Yuri, please take a ride"

That's what one of the soldiers with the mansion said and urged, but I was keeping an eye on the anomaly at the main entrance facing the street.

"What the fuck? Those people."

Somehow, soldiers and crowds are pushing each other at the main entrance.

There have been times in the last few years when these mob-like people have tried to enter the mansion when things like food disturbances and so on cause starvation and death to occur, but the atmosphere is different from then.

The crowd can see twenty or there, but in a very peaceful atmosphere, for now, the four soldiers out, holding the spear to the side and pushing them, are trying to do something.

Hi. It doesn't seem to be the kind of atmosphere you're fighting, and you're not looking at blood.

Are you here to complain about something?

"From somewhere, Yuri's return seems to have gathered for a glimpse."

"Huh?"

What the hell.

"When the carriage passes, we pull away."

Hmmm......

If I can sew between soldiers and throw bombs or throw bombs at them, I'm in a lot of trouble.

I know one person who met such a concern and the carriage was supposed to blow up and sever one leg.

Aren't those a bunch of assassins...?

But there's a chance it's not.

Or it would be more likely that way.

"If you throw something at the carriage, keep it out."

"If you throw it at me, is it? I don't think so, as they are not gathered hostile to Master Yuri."

Well, if it was a hostile group, the guards would be pointing their spears at each other instead of pushing them with a spear pattern.

Thanks, they're picturing protest groups throwing even stones at carriages.

"You can throw it at me. Regards."

I even thought I should go with an eagle, but that would get my clothes dirty.

Well, you'll probably be fine.

If I were to assassinate you, I wouldn't normally do it in front of the house.

Even if you bomb it, it's more certain that you have a role to push no, so that's what the guards can stop you from doing. Yeah, bad minutes.

If I were you, I'd go for it on the road.

As I boarded the carriage, as many soldiers as I had earlier rushed to the entrance.

I guess I'll help the carriage make its way through.

"Let me out."

And he sat down in a fuzzy chair with his staff, and said, Yes.

Pan, and the skin hits the horse lightly, and the carriage moves out.

I just passed the gate and said, "Master Yuri! I heard the yellow voice over and over again.

Somehow, it doesn't sound like a citizen suffering from oppression is about to give a direct complaint to his lord.

It doesn't sound like I have business, it sounds like I'm speaking up to speak up.

... Sometimes I'm in a correctional home, it's similar to the voices of people who seem like some strange crap.

I got kind of scared, and when I vacated the carriage curtains a little and looked outside, a young woman or a young man or woman who seemed free, looked at me with an interesting eye as I bickered.

Something's wrong with you. You sound like a wild horse.

I mean, it's a complete wild horse.

What are these guys.

How free are you?

Don't you have anything else to do?

I didn't have time to think about it, I quickly clung to a herd of wild horses, and the carriage went straight to the royal castle.

Nothing happened.

What was that, those guys?

Arriving at Royal Castle Island, he made him put a carriage on the main gate of the Royal Castle, and as he descended, he felt a stabbing gaze, something different from earlier.

Everywhere, the witches look at me like they're shooting.

Dragging the clock out and checking, it was around 5: 30 p.m.

The guys are bureaucrats serving in this royal castle, weird when it comes to officials, but they're sort of officers.

Working hours do not seem to be particularly prescribed, but if there are no rushed jobs left, we will be home by now.

I mean, I ran into a rush home.

I thought you were waiting for me to come, so I was relieved there, but time failed.

It was bad that Cuff and Harrold rushed me.

At any rate, you should have waited about half an hour.

It's usual for the witches to be hostile to me, so let's get through it.

So I decided, pretending not to notice my gaze and clocked, I walked away with my cane.

I just crept through the gate and was called out.

"You are Master Yuri. Let me show you."

That's what I said, a woman in a secretarial style up and down.

I'm wearing slacks and they look slender at first glance, but I can hear muscle bumps that I can't hide around my thighs and shoulders.

The wrist peeking from the sleeve is also guttering and the skeleton is large.

This must be part of the King's Sword.

"The King's sword, right?

"How did you find out?

"My muscles are amazing, so I know who the King's sword is."

Would it be beautiful if we talked about it?

Let's not.

"Please have a seat."

And it was a wheelchair that was served.

It seems to be made of solid namewood and looks better made than what I saw in the royal castle of Reform.

The appearance was the same, with small wheels as an example, more of a car-mounted hand-stamped chair than a wheelchair.

Even if I were forced to follow you on foot, walking with a cane would be slower, so you would be asked to walk slowly.

Thank you for this.

"It helps. Now if you'll excuse me."

When I sat in the chair, I shouted, "I move," and then the woman of the Wang sword pushed the chair.

He entered the hallway immediately, turning the corner again and again without looking lost, to avoid the eyes.

Going through one fine door that looked familiar, there was a small room that was a stuffing block for the Kingsguard, pushing the chair through there on her face path, from which the atmosphere of the castle changed.

The royal castle is easy to put in with a crack if you are dignified dressed as a kitten if you just want to knock through the gate, but not from here on out.

Until this room it is, so to speak, an official zone, and from here on out it becomes a royal private life zone.

From the construction of corridors, conditioning products, etc., it became a peaceful atmosphere that felt more like the inside of a house than a boneless castle.

Her Majesty the Contemporary Queen does not keep the witch close to her side, so it seems that the Kingsguard's area goes as far as that room.

Perhaps from here on out, a wing of the King's Sword is guarding it.

For a while, I proceeded down the hallway as I was pushed.

"I've brought you"

A king sword says and knocks in front of a certain door.

"Come in."

A cool voice is heard slightly, and the king's sword opens the door.

As she was pressed into the chair, Her Majesty the Queen sat on a large square table made of brightly colored wood.

Looks like Carol's not here yet.

"Good evening. You've been wanting me a lot"

"I told you, I'm over it now."

I stood out of my chair and gave an abbreviated salute.

"He's sitting there. How's the injury? Are you okay?"

Her Majesty looks worried.

I can't feel the social dictum wind.

"It's okay. I use a cane because it hurts a little."

I let him walk about three steps with a cane.

Looking back,

"Thanks, I took care of you"

and called out to the woman of the king's sword.

"I am not allowed to go outside."

"Very much so. Please."

When Her Majesty the Queen gave her permission to leave, the King's Sword left the room at all times.

"Please, sit down."

and was advanced the chair near His Majesty, so he did not hesitate to pull the chair, and sat down.

"You haven't finished dinner, have you?

"Yes, not yet."

"I'm making it ready. Please eat."

"Thank you. I'll take it."

I was going to do that from the beginning, so thank God.

"Yuri, you."

Her Majesty called my name in a changed way.

"Thank you very much for your time on the expedition. You've done well."

I got compliments.

Somehow, there was nothing like a trembling emotion, but I felt like I was saved.

It's like a long struggle paid off at all.

I feel like I'm in this country's workings, too.

I feel authoritative for the Queen.

"I couldn't do it so well. I am so sorry for your loss."

"Really?" the queen looked surprised. "I wonder what didn't work out."

If you try to be Her Majesty, you think it was perfect.

Given the significance of the operation to her, that is almost correct.

"It's what has put His Highness at risk. Sorry, sir."

From what I can tell, given that the goal of the expedition was inspection and Carol's safe return, it's hard to be a great success at that risk.

On the way home, it is also not a good idea, in terms of principle, that such refugees have been pushed.

As a result, the butt wipe of failure worked, so I can say that I managed to be successful.

But that's all.

Being able to do the extra thing well would not be called success.

"Hehe, when I got that one report, I really felt the blood freeze. Life expectancy has shrunk."

"I guess so..."

This queen, Her Majesty, weighs a lot on me and Carol.

Put that down, I don't know how it got through, but the news that my daughter's cheapness was hopeless would have been shocking.

Normally, it must have been a level of shock that darkened in front of me.

"But it all worked out, so good."

That it all worked out, that's different.

"I have killed two young men of the future. Fourteen, if you include more people in the reformation."

"Oh, you did..."

Her Majesty looked troubled with her mouth clouding.

As a matter of fact, I guess the feeling doesn't boil down to something called the life of those who died in the war.

That's impossible.

Besides, in this reinforcement, which came out in the name of the Queen, there are 10,000 units of war casualties as a whole, so it would be impossible to consult with them to get their thoughts on it all.

These leaders have to be blunt somewhere, and that's not to blame.

A human being who can face the blame for putting 10,000 human beings to death directly from the front would be either a lunatic or a liar.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but would you mind sending a sentimental letter in His Majesty's name to each house for the two men from the Cavalry?"

The Queen has little responsibility for the twelve more from the Reformation, so it doesn't really matter here.

They were tasked with refugee escorts from the outset, and in a cold way, I can tell you that they were drained in the process of fulfilling their legitimate mandate.

But as for the two, I can't deny that there was consent pressure, even if I took consent in the form of a reformulation, and I still feel a burden towards their parents.

"Sure, I'll let you do that."

Good.

"Have you heard about Terre Chartre? There's a power of attorney here for the story that we're transferring the property of the Kirchna royalty."

And I took the letter I had brought far from the reformation from my nostalgia and put it on my desk.

"The content is leaving Carol with all of the dispositions. As for the bounty for the crew, the condolences for the two survivors, and the cost of the war from the reformation, I'll get you out of here."

"I don't mind that... You don't mind if I take you out of the treasury?"

"Two people died in the middle of a mission to send refugees, and without it, they would have died in battle, so there was no such thing. This property was obtained by negotiation as funding for the fulfilment of its mandate. It would be reasonable to cover the expenses from here."

I am not being ketched, but the transfer of refugees was not a request received for the national interest of Siyalta.

It was a late end-of-life job in a country called Kilhina until I got bored, so the money I put on it should be out of Kilhina's funds, not the blood tax in the Kingdom of Siyalta.

In this country, few people care about that, but I wanted to put it through where I put it.

At least for what I did in my hand, I want to get through it. Otherwise I'm sick.

"Sure, that could be it."

Looks like you convinced me.

Even so, the Queen's permission is not inherently required for this.

This property was delegated to Carol, so now it's just a report.

"As for the national seal..."

And when I tried to say, Concon, the door was knocked.

"I see His Highness, Carol."

I heard the voice of the king's sword earlier.