The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

On board the White Twilight, as he descended to the main house of the Howe family in Karakumo, the man on the Tricago number, who had refrained, rushed quickly.

"Lord Luke! You're still safe!"

The man was a civilian man called Yorn, and he was my discerning face.

I mean, I found out, at a very young age, there were times when I worked at the ranch with him.

He was the one Luke brought in after Gowk's era Tricago number retired from old age.

Luke and I felt most comfortable during the ranch years, he couldn't teach or anything because he couldn't ride an eagle, but the care on the ground was perfect, because he could put his trust away.

"- Dear Yuri"

When he saw me on the eagle, Jorn drooped his head gaggling.

White Twilight, as its name suggests, has a slightly more white spot than other eagles, giving it a slightly characteristic appearance.

Seeing you come down, you must have thought of me as Luke.

I took off my restraint belt and got off the eagle.

"Again, as rumors have it, Lord Luke..."

"Father died poisoned."

I couldn't help but lie, so I told the truth.

"Really..."

"White Twilight was handed over by his father at this time. From the royal castle, this is the guy who drove away with His Highness Carol. Will you look at the malfunction?"

"Yes, yes..."

In tears, Jorn kept the reins I had and pulled White Twilight away.

"Dear Yuri! Lord Luke is dead."

The next person I spoke to was one of the old ladies at the Howe residence.

"True. I'm in a bit of a hurry, will you get ready to get dressed? Clothes for the eagle ride."

I was still wearing leather armor.

It's not simply a good outfit to ride an eagle, as it even wears a clasp underneath.

Naturally, but it would take some time for the Hordes to arrive in Karakumo, so I wanted to do another errand in the meantime.

"Yes, yes… we will be ready in a moment…"

During the old woman, she began to walk, wiping tears with her sleeves.

I didn't know because I didn't really come this way, but Luke was a popular...

Walking into the main mansion.

When I used to come, it felt like a martial arts mansion with tingling air in a good way, but now everyone had anxious eyes and felt like it was a floating atmosphere.

Martial officers, officials, women, etc. are looking at me far away.

I guess only rumors are in a flying situation.

"Please wait here"

Waiting in the said room, the old lady walked into the closet room next door and came back with some clothes.

Align your clothes from head to foot, line them up on your desk,

"How about that?

say.

It was too tailored clothes, but it was impeccable as a piece of equipment.

"Oh, that's good"

He helped me get dressed and immediately changed.

Was it originally Luke's or a little bigger in size, but this is enough.

"I'll be back tomorrow. When the marquis arrives, let him wait."

After switching to an eagle unlike White Twilight, when we arrived in Suomi, the sky was already beginning to darken.

When I unloaded the eagle on the roof of an office in the harbor, I fastened the eagle to an eagle clasp facility that was almost the only one I used.

It's like a simple tricago, with a large branch where one eagle can ride, with a carabiner-like tool to keep his reins on.

The truth is, it's not a good idea to put an eagle so that the dog is tied with a roped collar, but the tricago becomes a big institution, so I can't help it.

The tricago does not mean that the eagle's body should be allowed in, but if it is not sized to be able to spread its feathers, it will injure itself, thus requiring a space of at least six meters in height on a floor area of five meters square.

Down the stairs, the employee in the office was about to leave.

"Good evening, Chairman?

It was a clerk named Stasha who kept his head down.

You look young, but you're still a widow, and you have children.

There was no information on Suomi on the boulder, at the same rate as usual.

"Is there someone next door? I guess he's gone."

"Is it a printing house? What do you think..."

When I opened the front door of my office, I headed to the building next door for a small run.

This is the printing house.

Printed scriptures are printed here using a primitive printing press.

When I opened the printing house door, I smelled strong ink.

The printing ink for the lithographic version uses coal and yani in the raw materials, so it smells like a combination of yani odor in the ink.

By hard copy printing, employees who manufacture pagan scriptures day and night were about to get the job done and go home.

"Chairman!? What's the matter, at this hour..."

The director of the printing house, or the man who supervises the work, said.

The sun is already about to set, and it's pretty dark in the printing house.

There are no lights, so I don't normally work at night.

"I waited to go home. I'm working overtime today."

"Overtime!?

"You could have done about half the typography in Shan. Print it now."

"What, at night..."

"Overtime, I'll do one gold coin per person. Prepare the candles and put them all over the place to work all night. Can you do that?"

"Ha ha..."

I looked back and spoke to Mr. Stasha, who was following me.

"Mr. Stasha, I'll pay you for overtime too, so I'm sorry, but get me a candle. If the store is closed, give me the Howe's name, but let me open it."

"Ha... I don't mind"

"Hurry up. There's money in the safe."

"Yes, I do"

With that said, Mr. Stasha ran back on his heels.

"What's the rush? I didn't pay for every penny of gold..."

"Her Majesty the Queen was defeated yesterday. That's the relationship."

"Ha!?

Seems pretty surprised.

"Well, it's kind of important. I'm going to write the manuscript... how far can you do Shan typography?

"It's made from a good one, so... I haven't been able to do it at all yet."

"Where's the shelf? Give me notes and a pencil."

I lit the lamp while it was bright, holding a note and a pencil, and headed to the typeface.

To make sentences only with typescripts that are in stock.

Looking at the typography shelves, I see it was scurvy.

However, as I said, they are aligned from frequently used characters, so they seemed to manage.

Still, I'm terribly sleepy.

Come to think of it, I haven't slept in forever...

I wonder if I can write it right.

Nite, Royal Castle of Shibjak, King's capital of Jor, on March 14, 2320 of the Emperor's Calendar

Howe Family Euriful Chartres Royal Carolgo Engagement Nisaisi

Princess Nitekarya on the bifamilial face-to-face Waseno Party Okonawa Retali Sono seat

Sumikami no sake ni poisoning le both houses kotgotok annihilation cesimento enterprise tetali

Cono Enterprise Tenyoli Her Majesty Queen Simoney Poisoned Summoned Salé Collapse Gyoseri

Luke Howe, parents, Mr. and Mrs. Suzuya Howe, poisonous drinking, Mideath-seri.

Yuri Howe, drinking. Maz is alive. His Highness Carol is alive again.

Te Wang Du Nest Eating U Witch No Soldiers Royal Castle Attack Meli Tetali

Royal Castle Desi Wangdu to Rantosuluo Two Niha Pursuit No Soldier Keshikaketari

Anything No Enterprise Te Witch Nyor Enterprise Midea Alcoto Military Flag Nyori Ming Kwai White

Carlia Full Chartress Parental Killer Cesi Great Revolt No-name Nari

The only dirty Lenaki in the House of Howe's Bong Zez Carol Full Chartre

Wang Tong Nari Sandatsu Feng Zeshi Hou Jia Ga Angry Li Fear Lubesi

I guess this is it.

"Take off the Bible formats once, make a bunch of the same formats, line them up, and print as much as you can on a single sheet of paper."

Typescripts are mass-produced in templates, so even if there is no type of letters, there is only a lot of each number.

If it's the same, you can put together as many as you want.

"What, you're gonna turn it into a book?

What the hell?

"Conversely, you make it all into pieces, one by one, and you get on an eagle and you fall apart from the sky above the king's capital. Even in the cities around here. That's it, that's Billa."

The literacy rate is not good, but the literacy rate in urban areas is not ridiculous.

It would at least be as effective as suppressing fluent language.

"Oh, is it free?"

That would be free.

I feel uncomfortable handing out paper for free.

It's pretty expensive.

"That's okay. It's better if you don't say anything."

"Ha..."

"Well, can I ask for more?"

"Yes?"

"I'd like to help you, but since I had this last night,"

I waved the note I had.

"I haven't slept in forever. I think I'm gonna faint a little bit, so can I ask for more?"

His consciousness was blurred and he was likely to fall even soon.

"Of course. I think the office would be better off because it gets annoying."

"Oh, I will."

When I went to the office with Fluffy, I lay on the bench in the waiting space at the entrance.

The moment I let go of my hand, which was connecting and stopping my consciousness, my consciousness disappeared softly.

"Master Yuri, Master Yuri!

The sun was shining outside when the noise arose.

I feel like I've been asleep a lot longer.

With a sleeping eye, I looked at the column clock installed in the office and it was 7: 00 a.m.

Given the time of sunset, would it be a calculation that I've been asleep for about ten hours...

The voice was heard from outside the front door, so when I tried to open the front door with my sleepy eyes, the key was on.

Mr. Stasha may have closed it and gone.

When I unlocked it from the inside and opened the gate, there was Jano Ek, who was grounded.

A nephew of Lacune, who stuffed up a long time ago at Gouk's successor conference, as the representative of the converted Ek family, he is deputizing for the land.

"What the hell?"

Well, I can largely imagine.

"In my battle with the witch, I will join you in battle! Please!

I'm asking you to bow down to the cobblestone.

"Sorry, I can't"

"Please!

You can't hit your head on cobblestones, but you can't do anything that doesn't work.

I'm pretty bright about the business pattern, this city situation called Suomi, but this guy was the worst kind of deputy.

This land was originally the enclosure of the Ek family, but since that one incident, the Hou family took it up.

A deputy takes the form of a proxy for the Howe family.

This guy isn't bright about the economy first, and he doesn't try to favor the one who bribes him while rubbing hands, or do anything loco when it comes to trials, because he's marginalistic and involves relatives.

He had no idea what impression that would make of territorial management, and it was as if he had only boiled down the bad side of the cavalry exit.

Because every time the people work without a body, the citizens rely on me, the heir of the Howe family, to come to complain to this Howe company, and there was really nothing they could do.

Even when Luke said, "Will you punish him" again and again, but he didn't do it in the end.

Because thanks to someone starting work based in Suomi, the local economy has been exploded and the apparent governance track record has improved.

If I restore a bastard like this, it's not even Locke.

The negative side of being a knight is the point.

Not to mention that Suomi now has become a major economic city because of me, so there was no way she could have reinstated him.

"That being said, the war is about to begin soon. As you know, if you have your own Knights and train your soldiers, you will not be able to treat gestures like your own hands and feet. If you don't create your own army after you restore it, you can't put it on the battlefield."

I lied.

When I become head of the Howe family, the first thing I do is trick them into firing Omei.

When I say things like that, it just adds one more shitty hassle.

I wanted to avoid that, and I wanted to deal with this guy after the current war was over a paragraph.

"Do something about it - ugh!

Jano Ek rubbed his head against the cobblestone again.

I guess this guy is desperate, too. It conveys.

But the inside is too evil.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have enough time. I'm going to ask you to work fully one day, so please enjoy it now."

That's what I said, I turned away from Jano Ek and headed to the next printing house.

"Or, Chairman, this is the imprinted portion for now..."

The work supervisor, who is surprised by the situation, gives me a handbag of cloth.

Looking inside, a bunch of cut paper was twisted and giddy bound, and it was gobbly.

"Oh, here's a sample."

If you look at the one billa they gave you, it's a good finish.

There is proper ink in the lithographic printing, characteristic of the lithographic printing, as if each letter were engraved.

"Thanks. Stop printing this triple or so and go back to the Bible"

"Understood."

"Mr. Stasha."

Mr. Stasha had no place in the anomaly that the nobility had been sitting in the ground for a long time in the immediate vicinity.

"Over here."

I went back to the office as I invited him, and I wrote the text on the back of Billa in the sample I had just received.

"Albio Republic flights, when did you plan to return to port"

"Three days later..."

It is normal to go around for a few days, but they come just recently, as it is not going to be Ate to plan to return to the port.

When I walked into the back of the counter on my own, I took an envelope that knew where it was, put the billa in, and waxed it with a lighter fire.

Write your signature and address in the envelope.

"Put this on the ship."

"Yes, I accept"

When I gave Mr. Stasha the envelope, I went straight up to the roof of the office and flew to Karakumo.