The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

I hired a mercenary and tried to defeat Rosnay, but I defeated Rosnay before organizing the mercenary.

Eve, who is stingy that she is totally unemployed, sighs, but I said, "It doesn't happen, unfortunately."

"What does that mean?"

Eve asks for a reply.

"I mean, I just defeated Rosnay, but the crisis in this maritime city hasn't gone yet. The Demon King Dagon probably lives offshore of this city. I haven't lost my ambition for it. ''

"In other words, this time, the Demon King Dagon will attack?"

"I hope my calculations are correct."

Then, a servant of Marco Polo appears among the guests. There seems to be something urgent.

I went to Marco's office to get Eve dressed up.

There, Marco clasped her hands in front of her forehead and looked like a bite of a worm.

He looked at me and said, "I have two good news and two bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

Choose the former, as they hear from the good news.

"The good news is that escort fleets of maritime cities scattered around the country have begun to converge. They have begun to chase down the ghost fleet and have sunk most of the ghost ships."

"That's great"

"It's almost thanks to you, apparently it was easier than crushing the egg shells, such as defeating a ghost fleet whose captain was gone."

"This will not allow the Demon King Dagon to invade from the port, right?"

"I don't think there's any naval power left in the Dagon anymore. Escort boats are also anchored in the harbor and can prevent invasion from the sea for the time being. Thank you very much."

"What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that the Reformers have boiled down and are leaving the Council one after another. They are taking private soldiers and standing in a fort in southern Bernese."

"It's troublesome."

"Oh, it's troublesome. It seems that Dagon soldiers are gathering at the fort. It looks like they will launch a total attack on Bernese within a few weeks."

"That's bad news, and how many enemy troops?"

"Is it about 300?"

"This is about 50 troops and 150 mercenaries, so it's about double."

"Is it difficult to remove the splash?"

"It's difficult, but you have to do it."

"That's good, and I'll give you this Bernese army."

"Okay, to outsiders like me."

"This city is not rotten enough to call this outsider what saves the city and what will continue to be saved. Reformers have fled, and all of the city's leaders are keen on you."

"Then, until we meet that trust."

I immediately stood up to organize mercenaries, but they were stopped.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go to the mercenary post."

"Training the mercenaries? Well, that's important, but I have a promise to send about 50 mercenaries from nearby cities."

"It's encouraging"

"But it takes about a week."

"I hope you can catch the enemy's total attack."

"I'll make it in time. I have no choice but to make it in time, but you'll be out of hand for about a week."

"Sure, you don't train 24 hours."

"Then it's about time to practice dancing. Actually, a very beautiful lady wants to invite you to dance."

"A very beautiful lady?"

When he twists his head, Marco claps her hands. Then the office door opens sparingly. From there came a beautiful woman in a red dress.

The red dress shines on black hair very much. The reason why a dress with a lot of exposure looks good is probably because of its good style.

There is no piece of luxury in her body. Nevertheless, cheats are full of heart.

With such an impression, Ryouma, a woman with beautifully organized black hair, says in a small voice.

"Do you look good ...?"

It's cute to dye your cheeks as if you drank alcohol, but it looks like you're really drinking. He said he would be ashamed if he didn't drink anything, he wouldn't be able to dress like this.

Are you so bad at dressing up? Although it looks like this. She turns red even more when I say it.

"I'm a merchant. Merchants don't wear such fluttering clothes."

I don't think so, but if you argue, Marco goes along.

"It's absolutely. Ryoma knows she has a business talent, but she doesn't know she's a beautiful chin.

If possible, Marco says he will stay in his side room, but he refuse.

"I'm sorry.-But this isn't an engagement party. It's a form of gratitude for ousting Rosnay the other day. I'd like to see the commander of the Guard and the Demon Lords."

It seems that the lower soldiers will be offered alcohol and appetizers as they bathe in the dormitory.

I couldn't help refusing to hear such a story, but in fact I was not good at dance parties. The expression sinks.

Eve asks.

"I heard the master's previous life was noble."

"I'm a poor noble who can't even go to a castle. I've never danced ...

I can't say for sure because I don't have any clear memories, but there are no steps in my head.

Eve who sensed my feelings offered me a whisper.

"Master, pretending to be, this Eve will guide you through the dance steps."

Eve's smile when she uttered the words was a bit mischievous, but very encouraging.