The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

One day, when the internal affairs of Ashtaroth Castle were enhanced, a messenger came to me. He was a messenger of a neighboring country.

An messenger I've seen somewhere. By the way, I was the first messenger to come since I was born in this castle.

An old knight, characterized by a tall and respectable emperor beard, said as louder as he was at the time.

"I'm sorry for the Demon King ..."

The language is more polite than when I first met, probably because my power has grown. Now the size of the territory exceeds that of the Earl he serves.

Although the irreverent component is decreasing according to the national power difference, the old knight is still a type with a high head by nature. And I don't seem to forget what I got. I will pierce the nail.

"This time, I have been the ancestor of the Count of Ismalia. I was fooled the other day, but I'll let the water flow the other day. Since then, I haven't bargained each other, and I have equal diplomatic relations. I want to connect "

To deceive may mean to have pretended to be the count of Ismalia and to fight the Demon King Savannak. After all it seems to have at the root.

Is that so? Eventually, the battle of Count Ismalia was exhausted during the battle, during which I defeated the Demon King Savannak and grew rapidly.

The promise of descending at the beginning was also abandoned, and it is more impossible to be remorseful. However, it was surprising that such an opponent offered an "alliance".

Instinctively check the meaning.

"I hear that Count Ismaria is resentful of me. I hear rumors that he is swallowing me upside down."

"Of course, my Lord is proud; I am resentful of your betrayal, but the Earl is still the leader of all. In recent times, the people have fought over water sources within your territory. If you settle the dispute in a favorable way, you've said that you didn't have one, and you want to form a "war alliance."

"Hmmm ... water right?"

She screams and nods.

"Sure, there is such a deal with the Earl Countries, which has not yet developed into an armed conflict."

"It means that it may be .... Okay, good. Let's give the water right to the Earl Counts."

"Oh, sincere !?"

The old knight shakes his beard.

"I'm sorry. I borrow the other day and I don't want to confront the Earl in the first place."

"I will be glad if my master asks."

"Oh, come on and tell me you want to connect."

The old knight nodded and continued.

"It's fine to join the goodness, but will you carry the ball to my territory of Ismaria to prove it?"

"Ismaria?"

"My husband wants to have a drink with him."

"Is the passed sake poisonous?"

Told the old knight that he could not hear it, but told him that he would visit Izmalia. Upon hearing that, the old knight smiled wide and bowed.

The negotiated old knight leaves Ashtaroto Castle immediately and returns to Ismalia.

Looking at the scene from the window of the castle, Eve makes a conservative proposal.

"Master, I'm visiting Ismalia, but Eve is on the contrary."

"Why?"

"Because I'm drinking poison."

"What did Eve hear? It's a demonic."

Laughing jokingly, Eve did not laugh.

"That old knight is not the type of plotter. He is tall but the roots are simple."

"Yes, but not the one behind it. The Earl always seeks the Master's life."

"I guess. I'll do it with the Earl."

"Are you going to jump into Tiger mouth?"

"Oh, now I know where the tiger's teeth have fallen out.

"What do you do after overtaking?"

"After that, it might be nice to declare Countess Ismalia to have no religion and attack it on the contrary. It may even be destroyed at once."

"Do you mean to take on the enemy's plan and reverse that plan to get the cause?"

"In short, that's the case."

Eve hears the words and sighs greatly. The sigh had no anxiety or dissatisfaction component, only an exclamation component.

"I'm truly the master. It's just a god of worship. There was no need to worry about this Eve."

"No, I'm glad you're worried. I don't always choose the best, so keep me honest."

"Wish"

Eve smiles.

An intelligent and dedicated maid like her is valuable. I've been called the God of Conspiracy, but sometimes it can fail even if I'm called the god of scales.

He thought that a good monarch was to gather many competent vassals and listen to their suggestions. I thought it was to create an environment where vassals could easily speak.

I thought I was ready for the environment, but I was fully convinced that my subordinates would wither me or would trust me too much to say nothing.

So, like Eve, I was really grateful to be worried about me and point out suspicious points.

I was happy to have a maid like her, but if I only wanted one, I wanted something more like Eve.

My subordinates include Shinsengumi Deputy Chief Toshizo Hijikata, Orelian Maiden Jeanne d'Arc, Werewolf Blaudenboro, Demon Warrior Morozuka Akira, Soil Dwarf Chief Godlieb, and Sengoku's Strongest Ninja Fuma Kotaro. There were too few people to consult about politics. Everyone was all about armed force, all over domestic affairs, or all over plot.

There is a shortage of people who are familiar with strategy and politics like Eve. By all means, I want to prepare a human resource that can not lose to Eve.

However, strategists are hard to get. It is not easy to get at once. So I thought I should value the current strategist.

Ask Eve.

"Which do you want for vacation or money?"

She tried to give her what she wanted and was in a good mood, but that attempt failed.

She said in tears, "What did I do?"

Eve doesn't want to leave me for every minute, and for her, vacation is synonymous with hell.

Her salary is more precious than anything else, and she wants to pay her money.

I was impressed by the maid who exhibited the best loyalty in the world, and I went to the castle town and bought flowers for her.

I also thought that flowers were a pattern, but I, Park Nenjin, didn't know how to thank women.

If you talk to Toshizo Hijikata, the best playboy in the end of the Tokugawa period, it would be possible to push it down and kiss it, but it was a difficult task for a herbivorous demon.

Becoming a carnivorous demon would be a little further away. I thought so and proceeded with the selection of people heading to the Ismalic territory, staring at the back of the maid who was happily sitting in the vase with the red rose that was given.