The Simple-Looking Sword Saint is Nevertheless the Strongest

In the Special Zone of Disuia, even evil is lawful.

Organizations that are recognised for autonomy, that is what even murder is allowed.

But it is legal but therefore well restricted.

The best thing not to do is kill the boss, the rich, who is paying the organization properly.

In that case, instead of crushing the organization round, it is killing all the clan royalists without metaphorical exaggeration.

Not that far, but even the poor are not allowed to kill illegally.

Murder is only permitted if the other person commits an illegal act.

Plus, if you profit from murder a little cumbersome, you incur taxes.

If, like "this time," you throw it away with stripping, you have to pay the tax to Disuir because it will be quite profitable.

Sometimes you just have to peel your figure off because this is so cumbersome.

That generates taxes, but lighter on boulders than murder.

To be clear, they are only legalizing bribes and fixing fees.

Nevertheless, when it comes to talking about just a bunch of folks following those rules, it will be questionable for boulders.

In fact, it's not all about protecting students.

In the first place, if everyone and everyone obeys as clearly as they do, there will be no spread of crime in the world.

Of course, the penalties are very heavy.

That is why crimes in the Special Administrative Region become felonies rather than crimes in ordinary areas.

In particular, undeclared evil and tax evasion are all the more heavy.

And disearch isn't sweet around there. It legalizes evil, but therefore its' permit 'is not cheap.

Nevertheless, it is very difficult to deal with the top of the evil nest, the top of the disearch who has to make a deal.

The masters of history have wagered their full strength in maintaining it, struggling with it.

And one more thing. There were times when our masters in history struggled.

"Well... that, what, um"

The Lord of Disuia. A generation or so older than the former lord of the already hidden Sopeds, he had summoned against the clan.

Disuia is a merchant and a nobleman. Therefore, it has ruled all over the place for once.

I want to get everyone together and talk about all sorts of future policies. The old man, who meant that, was in tears at a reality where neither the branch nor the main house were present.

The 'surrogates' lined up in front of him like that were getting eye-catching because of their sorry.

Why should this old man be so hard on his eyes?

That's what I just want to talk about normally, so why doesn't anyone answer the call?

Low attendance is also limited. Just so we're clear, it's rarer for humans who have attended one of Disya's meetings.

Yes, it has been about 'sixty-five years' since the old body of Disuia inherited the Lord's throne from his' great-grandfather ', but there is almost zero who responded to the convocation.

Perhaps the princess, who has been made so far, is also about Disyah.

"The... I came on my behalf. My Lord is composing for his next concert."

"My lord says we are working on a new instrument"

"My lord says he's busy part-time practicing concerts"

"My Lord, in the practice of command..."

"Our Lord has tailored the suits of the participants in the concert…"

Excellently, I can only grasp what events will happen next, if I hear an excuse not to attend this meeting.

Well, there's a concert like that inside Disyah.

Of course, the life expectancy of your old body is diminished with mourning.

"It seems that my Lord intends to cut new frontiers with reference to the paintings that came in from Majan..."

"My Lord was passionate about the architecture of the new museum…"

"My Lord paints paintings to be delivered to new museums…"

"My Lord seems to be walking in the mountains in search of new pigments..."

Of course, it is not uncommon for nobles to run into art and art themselves.

Or, if you can't afford life in the first place, you can't buy expensive instruments, etc., and you can't get instruction.

But there are limits to everything.

Rather than, it's shaking off limits.

Anyway, everyone but our Lord is throwing the rule round to deputies.

You can tell me they've already taken over.

Instead, maybe I can say I'm dawning.

No, it would be abandonment or abandonment. Everyone has no interest in politics.

"Non... my great-grandfather despised for a time that many concubines were having children... but now that I think about it, I might have made more"

He is an old body that has been fighting reality for years and seems to screw up already.

I already want to go into the grave and sleep, but it is against the national interests of the Arkana kingdom when Disya is cut off here. To be clear, if the old body dies, all the surviving families will abandon the name of Disuia and leave the country as they are.

How lamentable, they can all live on their own. Because I have a job in my hand, and I have a proven track record of trust.

I wish I were dead.

"Without your devotion, Disya is finally over... um, I just have to thank you guys"

An overnight air filled the meeting place.

That would be sorrow for the old man.

"How come our people aren't interested in money making and politics...... so much fun"

The old man is an old man and not a good man, but at least he is honest with the state and territory.

That will prove how prosperous this territory has been since it took over from its predecessors.

Of course, we can never ignore the fact that we are increasing the tourist value of Disuilla in a clan outing.

Of zero politics, I wonder if it's an art hundred.

"Fair enough...... so what happened to my granddaughter? My successor, Acrylic Disuir."

The four great nobles and the royal family each show sincerity to the 'trump cards' in a classic way.

This means that each main house lady is placed next to it.

The royal family and the batrab are each getting married to trump cards.

Caputo curses the palette by spell, leaving it in a state of authenticity and a lotus of trustees.

Though Sopede had slightly different circumstances, he had entrusted his greatest trust for a long time in the form of an escort for the main lady.

Well, it's disgusting. Things are a little different again.

Acrylic dissear.

Successor candidate, who the current owner assumed was the only prospect.

I don't like it as an example, but I have a romantic sentiment for Floating Spring, the trump card of Disya, and I tend to catch it there in old age.

That she was supposed to be following Spring in the land where this meeting is now taking place.

"The lady is sick."

"Oh, um... well"

Hearing the words, the old body came disappointed.

Yes, that girl has an artistic illness.

"... I don't want to hear it, how are you doing?

"I found a slave in D.C.... a young, young boy. He's wearing a skirt with a wire and sticking his head in it."

"That's not detailed information..."

"They're going to paint it next time."

"... I don't understand why you can sublime it to art and sell it"

Apart from romantic sentiment, it meant that I have a hobby for loving children, which is why they hate me in the spring, but they haven't changed that.

Exactly, it would be incurable.

"Well... isn't it as good as Shunfang's 'hobby'"

Floating spring.

He is a man who was given the qualities to fit Pandora and sent to Disuilla, just as the mountain water was sent to Suibok under immortality.

He barely interacted with the rest of the trumpets, but on the other hand, he has encountered the 'Japanese' so fed up that he has killed almost all of them.

The reason for this is well understood, even as spring.

The Special Zone of Disuia is so evil a nest that there is no excuse, for it is quite right to 'liberate' it.

Sure, there are a lot of people being abused by this city, and they're protected, but that's the object of exploitation.

Happy, that's not true, and from the Japanese sensibilities, poor people.

And there's plenty of money in this city. Well, it was natural to think of 'liberating' it.

They use the power given by God to punch in to destroy the city of evil......

They've all been killed in the spring. To put it correctly, they're dying, I suppose.

It's almost impossible to deal with Pandora's abilities without prior information.

Especially for him, who is a complete fitter and can use Pandora without any risk at all, it wasn't as if he was a threat, no matter what power he had.

Nevertheless, I was sick and tired of talking about it in person.

Anyway, having learned so much common sense in this world, he knows that most of the humans who have made it to this city have made it to this city 'the result of their choices'.

Or in the first place, the bottom of this city is usually free of access.

This is not the case if it is also debt, but debt is established for the first time with the trust of the lender to the borrower that 'this guy will pay me back with interest'.

Nobody lends money to this city's asshole sleds and whores so that no bank loans go down to the homeless.

At least one more stage, or the lender won't give money either. Because no matter how expensive it is, you have no chance of returning it to me.

In other words, it has not been sealed off or closed before it was opened. Freedom of access.

That is just to say that there are such layers in this country as well, as there are layers in Japan and developed countries that have to 'do business like that'.

Even if you 'liberate' this city, you just do the same thing in another city as it is.

Even if you split the money you stole, if you're smart, you don't pick it up. Anyway, they usually come to collect it.

Open up Disyah or its special districts, no one gets it.

No one can be happy just because a childish sense of justice is satisfied.

That's why Spring has killed many Japanese.

Apart from the trump cards, there's only one Japanese he didn't have to kill.

"Assuming there's a trump card that's better than him and more trustworthy than him, you've already revealed it. It will be so, the old body of Disuia '

'Well... I don't know. I can't just expose myself to trump cards. It would make sense just to stink'

That is, maximum preparedness for unforeseen circumstances.

If the trump card on the table is a deterrent spring, insurance, which is the trump card on the back, also exists.

"... Now, where is the Spring Guy"

Hanging shaft (kajiku), temple dance (biubu).

Not noble clothes, close to family ordinances and deacons, a moveable fit.

She (...), dressed differently as an old blower (...), was walking in the Disuia mansion inside the Special Zone.

She was looking for her colleague, Floating Spring, which was supposed to not exist ostensibly.

He hates being escorted 'to death' for how many minutes, and that's what he wanders around the mansion as he pleases.

In some cases, they roll out to the city and often drink and stay asleep on the road.

Normally, such an idiot is some sort of bait, but for minutes the name is oversold in the spring and no one attacks me unintentionally for the person.

Assuming he is unwittingly trying to attack him, first because the inhabitants of the city who feared the convolutions would stop him in total.

So lately I'm still sleeping in my 'woman' room.

A former Japanese man usually dreams of having a massive amount of 'women he can do whatever he wants', but if you cut just the text, it would be spring that is making that dream come true the most.

Of course, he doesn't seem to have much fun or pride.

"Hey, 'Ashtray', you coming in?

Knock and enter the room.

When I entered the 'Ashtray' room, one of the spring women, there was an aged beauty who was letting flue pipes blow in her bed.

Except for the fact that her eyes were dead, she was left alone in her colorful underwear.

It is the usual thing.

"Ooh, ashtray. Morning, Spring Guy.

"... as you can see"

Ashtray, her room, called, was kind of unusual.

Sure, she's smoking, but there were too many ashtrays in that room.

Not one or two, countless ashtrays are still placed in this.

It is not left on the boulder on the floor or on the bed, but it is placed on the desk, on the tank and on the wall on the contrary.

All of that was big enough and heavy enough to call it a 'murder weapon'.

"Oh well. You got in the way..."

"Hmm......"

Come on, she's getting older to call herself a mistress, but she's still a woman for spring.

In response to her like that, the temple dance also leaves with an already accustomed response.

Yes, because she's not the only one being treated special.

"Hey 'Nail', we're going in!

The next room I went into was more unusual.

Anyway, there's a "sprinkle" on the wall wondering if the nail is still this.

The nails that are supposed to hit floors and walls, that's what countless walls are installed on.

All of them, very big. That's enough for a human to grip it and use it on the murder weapon as it is.

The girl holding her knees in that room was unlikely to be young, even from the age of spring.

"Nails, is spring here?

"He hasn't come, sir."

"Well, you got in the way."

Apologizing softly to the "nail" who replied, the temple dance went to another room again.

"Hey, 'Chair'. We're going in."

Third room.

That's the room with the unlikely large number of chairs on the floor.

You won't be able to lift it by yourself like a couch, there's no big chair.

That's the line of things that are likely to be big and heavy enough to beat a human being to death, in addition to being able to lift it alone.

That's what's kind of pathological.

No, I've been sick enough.

"Ugh... you're here, Bjoub"

"Oh, you were here"

A woman who looked very muscular and forged, almost naked, just hiding her body with a thin piece of cloth, was frightened and thankful.

Yes, I use about two chairs placed in that room in large quantities, with huge armor sitting up and motionless.

And the LORD of his armor slept in his bed.

"Take me there quickly...... to be honest, I'm very scared...... I'm so glad you carried me asleep..."

"You know what, chair. Wake me up here or I'll be pissed off later"

The two names "department store" are not Dada.

"The Thinking Man," Disuir's trump card, was about to wake up with his face in a vast array of furniture.

"Wake up, Spring. Your old body wants you to hear about your stupidity."

Also, an abominable day begins.