The Other Side of the Last Boss

Resting at home as usual, there were visitors again.

Wait in the room saying it would be the usual someone anyway.

But the people who came here weren't what I expected.

"Why are you..."

I see the two of them walking into the room.

"It's rather late."

Auletta is outraged.

"You didn't even tell Oretta that you had fallen..."

Fiona's got her hands on her hips.

It would mean that it was passed from Euphoria to Fiona and from Fiona to Oretta.

"There's no way I don't take care of a servant when this is the case"

Auletta's eyes are serious in themselves.

"Is that so?"

I thought I might have done something wrong.

Auletta burns this and my care.

He also wiped my body.

Meanwhile, I take a glimpse of Fiona, who seems free.

"I'm just an entourage."

I was surprised to hear Fiona's answer.

Though I'm close to Oretta, I can't say I'm friendly with her.

I can't imagine you coming to me for nothing like that.

Auletta is cooking at Norinoli.

Apparently they make gratin.

Fiona talks to me as I see how it goes.

"How are you feeling? I hear it's getting a lot better."

"I wonder if there are any more obstacles to everyday life. I'm just thinking about getting back to normal."

"Instead, why are you sick?" Even the poison that dragons die instantly doesn't seem to work. "

"That's a lot of rude stuff. No, the poison doesn't work."

"It fits."

Fiona distracts her chest, but then she frowns.

"That doesn't even work with poison for dragons...... Then why are you sleeping?"

"That's Ashtar."

Auletta seems to be listening while cooking.

"You know I have constraints, too. This is what happens when you break the rules."

"Heh..."

Fiona's expression changes.

My eyes are sharp.

Fiona's trying to take me down.

You must be thinking a lot right now.

If he had been attacked when he was weakest, he might have had a lot of trouble.

"Yes. Go ahead."

Cooking can be done and placed on the table.

"Yeah. Yum. Yum."

Fiona doesn't hesitate to start eating.

Are you going to eat first?

Well, fine.

After we're all done eating, Fiona gets to the point.

"By the way, do neighboring island kingdoms know?

"If you didn't know, you'd be crazy."

One of the three great powers in the western part of the British continent.

Dagza, the god of justice and war, is the national religion and invested in armaments.

Well, there are no countries in this world that have lost their armaments.

"What happened in the Kingdom of Island the other day?

"Shira. I've been sleeping a lot lately."

According to my men, nothing had happened.

"The King of the Kingdom of Island is dead."

The King of Island is old and recently lay low in sickness.

It was thought to be a matter of time without ever going out in public.

With the king in such a state, he has been exhausted with domestic issues lately.

It was very quiet in diplomacy.

You think I had little say in the congress against the Demons?

Well, to the extent that a king of a country is dead, the Evil Gods can't care less.

"So we decide the next king, but this is it."

Fiona's voice gets smaller.

I don't know if it was meant to be, but I can see you're trying to talk serious.

It would sound like Auletta, but that would be fine.

Or if it's an important secret of the state, you can't tell me.

"The best thing a nation can do is decide the next king."

I snort.

It's different from the democracies of the original world.

It is a natural world, such as where people are killed with the will of the powerful.

Who will be the next king will change those who will come near and sift through power.

Moreover, once determined, it is difficult to cover it.

It may be called a national uproar once every few decades.

That's why it's normal for successors to make a clear decision, though.

"Initially, the successor was fixed. But his successor, the First Prince of the Kingdom of Island, died four years ago in the Demon King's War."

Auletta talks as she clears the plate.

"Without a clear successor nomination since, the king has fallen"

"Prince Lacey's was a wonderful man with a lot of popularity in the literary arts."

Fiona looks away.

For Fiona, who made a name for herself in the war four years ago, the years were different and she was one of her comrades.

"That's why you also stood on a dangerous battlefield and lost your life, right? Compared to him, I can't help but inferior other candidates."

Fiona shakes her head (wears it) and switches.

"The Second Prince, the Third Prince, and the First Prince's eldest son. These three are fighting each other..."

Fiona keeps explaining.

The second prince is a civilian type, unpopular in a country that worships the god of war, Dougza, and makes it a state religion.

Most civilian, noble support is strong.

He said he was clever and highly skeptical.

The third prince excels as a samurai.

He is in charge of the army, but his internal affairs are a shadow.

It has become a reputation that it is not suitable for the king.

His personality is crude and unpopular.

The king's grandson has first-rate sword arms.

However, she is 18 years old and has a loud voice that she is too young.

However, sometimes the son of the first prince, the popularity of the people is high.

Supported by those who were close to the First Prince, but they say it's not such a big force.

"Hmm."

I ask intriguing.

"But it's been awhile since the king laid down sick. The king who realized the time of death didn't nominate a successor or something?

"Unfortunately, I never woke up after I fell."

I put my hand on my chin and think.

"I don't know if that's true."

"What do you mean?

"You're mostly a civilian around when that happens, aren't you? There's a chance he was trying to keep others out for a reason."

"In other words, the second prince's hand squeezed the successor nomination"

"That's a possibility, too."

I change my mind.

"But well, does this have anything to do with Britton?

"You must have."

"He wants to set up a pro-Britton administration for you so badly?

"That's right."

Fiona knocks on her knees in such a way as to get my will.

"But if it didn't work out by intervening, wouldn't they hate you the other way around?

Auletta questioned.

"Scottyard moves anyway. If we had a pro-Scottyard administration, we'd be enemies."

"So you have to do it."

But succession fights are rarely muddy.

It would be something we would like to avoid if it came from the Kingdom of Island, which is a party.

If civil unrest happens, it will decline with the big countries at once.

"So. I have a funeral tomorrow. Naturally, I'm sending a messenger from the Kingdom of Britons, but there might be some contact at that time."

"Aren't you suddenly too passive?

Fiona smiles bitterly at my question.

"Something I don't know what kind of conflict there is inside. Scottyard's already moving, and if anyone wears it, I can't even see it."

"Don't be too informative. There must have been some time since the king fell."

"I didn't think this would happen... Besides, it's been a long time."

Fiona looks at me.

"Well, you're more or less involved."

"Speaking of which, are you wearing it just when I started?"

Fiona asks questions about my words.

"Speaking of which, why did you move out at this time? No, I don't think it's been working for a long time."

"Oh………. It's only been a few months since I started moving directly."

When it comes to why we can now move, it is because Euphiria has come to the Temple of Darkness.

So I fulfilled my first promise to God.

But only half.

"Hmm?"

Fiona is intrigued, but she's not supposed to pry into our identity in Magna Carta.

There was no need to answer the first question either.

"Well, if you want to know the truth, take the proper steps."

"Regular procedure..."

Fiona snaps her neck.

Fiona, the brave man who defeated the Demon King, also has the right to know.

But I can't even tell you.

"I'll get back to you, but I'd like you to attend that funeral if you can."

"Why me? Unfortunately, he's not from the government."

I immediately deny it.

"Representing Euphoria."

"Heh, heh."

I answered in a way that didn't matter, but it didn't seem to succeed.

Fiona laughs at Couscous.

"Motivated? You don't know what's going to happen, and you have an escort."

"No."

"Then come to the castle tomorrow morning."

"I told you it wouldn't work."

Not listening to me, Fiona leaves when she's finished.

I'm sure it will definitely come.

Well, I'm going.

I spent a lot of time complaining about Fiona to Oretta.