The Other Side of the Last Boss

I change into black courtesy and fly to Warrick, the Royal Castle of the Kingdom of Britons.

The gatekeeper seems to have already remembered my face, and it will pass lightly.

Head to Euphoria's room.

Euphoria also wore black mourning clothes for women.

"Morning. I'm sorry, getting involved in this"

Even that dark atmosphere of clothing has not been able to impair the sparkle of Euphiria.

"I hear you called."

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

It was an unexpected suggestion, but you could also have these opportunities.

It is more than it was when I was watching it in the Dark Temple in Ibir Eye Vision.

"That's right. Shall we go then?"

Fiona Spencer, similarly in mourning, comes and tells.

"Did you?

I look around.

Me, Euphoria and Fiona.

All that remains is a few maids.

"Yes, just the three of us."

"Less?

"We also have staff from the local embassy. These three are the only ones I'm sending from here."

"I see."

I'm convinced.

"But the guard can stay a little longer."

"Are you wary of being assassinated? Doing that would also damage the reputation of the Kingdom of Island. Your Majesty, we're not worth it."

We are referring to me and Fiona.

Euphoria is dying to protect her.

Well, I can protect you even if you don't feel like dying.

"If you really want to do that over there, it won't be easy to prevent. But we can get away with the worst metastasis. That's the candidate."

Euphiria added.

"So you chose him to die even if you killed him."

"Especially in your case."

Fiona agreed.

"Even Ashtar will die...... I know that's awesome tough."

Euphoria, who doesn't know what I am, is stunned.

Fiona stops talking and transfers.

Me and Euphoria followed me.

The royal castle of the Kingdom of Island is the same as the name of the city, the castle of Dabram.

It is the funeral of the kings of the great Powers, and a large number of messengers from different countries have come.

The funeral was partitioned by Jamon, the second prince.

Little fat mid 30s.

My head is getting slightly thinner.

Oswald, the third prince, didn't seem to like Jamon's partition.

But suddenly crying out loud in the middle of the funeral seems unstable.

Isaac, the eldest son of First Prince Lacey's, was attending a funeral without showing any particular emotion.

The funeral itself was disconnected.

We go back to the room we were given.

"Hmm."

Euphiria takes a breath.

"So, what are we going to do?

"The apparent requirements are satisfactory…………………"

Fiona answers my question.

"It's no use going home like this."

Euphiria sat in a chair.

Euphoria is naturally above Fiona in her identity.

But he seems to revere as a senior of the brave, and Euphilia becomes a tribute to Fiona.

"So we wait and see if anybody's coming for a while? I don't have any information, and it's hard to move from here."

The two of you will look troubled by my words.

At that time, the door of the room is knocked.

It was the second prince, Jamon, who came in in response to Euphoria's reply.

We squeezed our faces together.

I didn't have to worry, but I came in contact from that side.

"So, what are the requirements?"

After all the shapely greetings, Euphiria asks.

Jamon has a few escorts and a maid, and the maid prepares the coffee.

"My father's funeral has just come to an end, but this country has a problem now."

Jamon is moving his gaze restlessly.

They'll be watching us react.

"How far do you know?

"They say it depends on who will be the next king."

Euphiria answers honestly.

"We don't have that much information. Because my country also had a number of problems recently. I couldn't afford it."

"But you seem to have gotten over it. As much as I'm flattered."

Jamon takes a good look at me.

"That's Lord Ashtar we're talking about."

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

I respond briefly.

It would not be strange to know more about me than to be royal of the Kingdom of Island.

But don't bother if they tell you something unnecessary.

"Are you sure you're working with Britton?"

"Case-by-case."

"Is that so?"

I was tempted to say something that would lead to my exposure, but I didn't care to go back to the original story.

"Me and my brother Oswald, we're fighting over my nephew Isaac."

"Is it going to take long?"

Fiona asks carefully.

"The country seems to be in danger for a long time."

Jamon has a flashy (probably) look.

"If I try to force myself to the throne, the other two will use force to kill me"

Jamon binds the civilian population and has influence over politics.

It is possible to use it to force him to take the throne.

However, it can only be easily covered by force.

"60% of this country's wars support Oswald, 10% support Isaac."

"You think the other 30% will follow you?

Fiona asks, but that is a mistake.

"No way. It means not to anyone, but to obey those who have officially become kings. Kingsguard and others have made that clear."

Jamon looks at Euphiria.

"I mean, I have no power but a minimal number of soldiers. If you'll excuse me, I'd like the Kingdom of Britons to be my back shield."

"That's a very straightforward story."

Euphoria and Fiona were unable to respond to the proposals stepped in more than expected.

Instead I answered.

"That's all that matters are urgent. I would have liked to have made contact sooner."

Jamon is a prudent man.

If this story leaks, it's still not weird to move around Oswald instantly.

I can't leave this much negotiation to anyone else.

Therefore, I have asked for an opportunity to negotiate directly, and I was able to finally meet him today.

"Even if it's a back shield, there's a lot going on."

"Yes, if nothing happened, it would just end with the fact that it served as a back shield"

"Looking at what we've been talking about earlier, it seems likely that it won't be."

The Euphoria who regained her mind twitches.

"There's a chance of that."

Jamon's answer is that he wants us to send troops directly at that time.

It was a fairly stepping request, and Euphoria was puzzled.

"This is not an instant answer."

Euphiria tells her sorry.

It will be a serious case that can only be decided by the king of one country.

"I know. But with my father's death, I want you to understand that it's not strange whenever things move."

"Of course. As soon as you return to your country, you will turn to His Majesty Richard for a cut."

Fiona snorts.

I will return with a metastasis, so it would be advisable to say immediately.

"By the way...... I wonder if you are making a similar request to the Kingdom of Scottyard."

"That's impossible."

Jamon kicks ass.

What Jamon needs is force.

Not my specialty in Scottyard.

There are mountain ranges near the border between the Kingdom of Scottyard and the Kingdom of Island.

It wasn't easy to send enough troops to beat Oswald.

He may find it difficult to counter the regular army of the island in Scottyard's army.

Either way, it doesn't look like Jamon is going through Scottyard and good.

"Then which way does Scottyard put his shoulder?

"Now, Oswald or Isaac? I don't know."

Jamon shook his head left and right.

Oswald is not only abusive and thoughtless in person, but also in his subordinates.

Especially vulnerable to money and women.

You'd think Scottyard could easily cage in.

Isaac has the weakest power at the moment.

If you hold the throne with the power of Scottyard, it is clear that you can no longer lift your head.

It is not a strange situation to lend a hand to either.

When the conversation is over, Jamon immediately tries to leave the room.

They don't want to inspire their rivals by talking long stories.

Talk to me, you're thirsty, I sip my lukewarm coffee, and I walk out to the door.

And suddenly he collapsed.

A maid and escort rush by in advance.

"Shh, he's dead!?

Apparently, the turmoil in this country is getting even bigger.