The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

Karon Suktus is a former civilian.

Born into a three-boy farmer in the small country of the Kingdom of Deltirade, he was forced by his family to join the army about twenty years ago.

Because the house was poor and there was no money to do him.

Just around that time, Burtoghu takes the throne and the war of aggression against the neighbouring countries begins.

Caron continues to fight on the front line, killing even enemy soldiers, raising his martial arts and continuing to emerge.

Only at one time did the small kingdom become a mighty military state, and Karon was also born to the Major General.

Even after becoming a great power, the Kingdom of Deltirade will not stop moving forward.

We are now waging a further war of aggression in an attempt to swallow the demonic realm as well.

But Karon has stopped moving forward.

He was satisfied with his current position as Major General.

Having got enough money to play and live his life, and a large mansion, he began to use his powers only for self-preservation.

Once active on the front lines, the hero no longer has the shadow to see.

"It's late...... It's too late, Galale..."

Now in the mansion's own room, he was sitting on a luxurious chair of fluff, showing frustration.

"No way, you just failed to kill one little girl... We'll climb the castle tomorrow...! How do I explain it to the king...!

It is the direct order of Wang, the slayer of the brave.

The reason I ordered Karon, of course, is because I trust him, a warring warrior.

And one more thing, because I had errands I could never take off.

(Now that I have secured that girl (...), as long as I dedicate myself to the King, my position is also secure...)

The errand was done safely.

Compared to this, he thought it was something not enough to take, such as a brave little girl.

But Karon doesn't understand the importance of things.

You shouldn't have left it to your men, you shouldn't have brought home half your strength, you should have gone up and killed them with all your might.

We should have done everything we could, like lions, to hunt rabbits.

Karon finds out after this that this mistake in choice is going to end his life.

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I'm in the box.

Further bottom of the bottom of a very large crate with wine, on a Goto swinging carrier.

Double bottom, in a narrow, narrow space.

"All right, no abnormalities. You can go through."

"Hehe, Every Time"

Even though it's narrow, Mr. Joana is even narrower with me.

She needs help with the mansion, too, so I can't help it.

Each of the members of the resistance has a natural but ostensible profession.

One of them, a member who owns a liquor store, took a long time to earn credit and become a good dealer at the Suktus Mansion.

And now he hid us both in a wine crate and sent us inside the mansion.

After this operation, he was taken to the liquor store, and I was surprised when he explained it to me.

I'm glad you treated my injury fairly carefully at last.

This is how we successfully infiltrate.

I can't say I'm very smart, I'm narrow, I can't breathe, I'm in a frog-like position crushed by depression.

"We're going to spend the night in hiding. Behavior follows."

"... as it is? You and me?

"Don't you look like that? Smile Smile"

... If I could kill Karon, I wouldn't care less.

Now it's about evening.

I haven't slept in forever, and I really want to, but I still don't trust these people.

Even in this position, you can kill anytime you touch it, so I responded to this operation.

Take care and wait for the hour.

"It's time, brave man"

"Yeah, it's about time"

The light I was plugging through the gap in the crate was gone, and it was dark in the box.

The time has finally come for pleasure.

The concealed bumps on the double bottom open easily from the inside.

When Mr. Joana carefully pushed the side in, the bottom of the crate opened and fresh air poured in.

The lights won't plug in or out, but it's night, and it's dark.

"I'm already breathing, and I'm leaving."

Before I got back to you, I crawled out from under the crate.

Stand up immediately for a nagging.

Relax your body.

My joints said vacillating.

"How'd it go? The comfort of a special flight."

"At least, you'll never be sorry again."

"I agree, I feel good."

When I look at the crate again, a narrow gap is opening my mouth on the lower side.

I've been in a place like that for hours, really.

To obscure the evidence, Ms. Joana pulled down the top side of the double bottom to remove the bottom plate.

Now there should be no doubt about the liquor store.

The crate (we) was brought into the food vault.

I've got the plans for the mansion, and I've slapped them on the head.

This is just the east side of the second floor.

"Well, from now on, me and you will act differently. I'll give you the information. You're Caron's life."

"How do we get out?

"I'll tell you later. The rendezvous is here."

"Okay.... I'll get one of these."

Give me a bottle of wine from the crate.

"Young but good-looking mouth?

"I don't think you're that good at it. He's for Karon, not me. I'm going to treat you to something hot."

"Oh, I'm scared, scared"

I'm not all about my powers, but I'm explaining them to Mr. Joana.

I think I figured out what I was going to do with him.

Gently open the door of the pantry and ask what's going on in the hallway.

I have the desired caron, maybe in my own room.

This is upstairs, so we need to take the stairs once.

I don't think there's a servant or anything in the hallway.

Mr. Joana gave us a go sign and we split into two hands.

Run down a flight of stairs, to the first floor.

There are four soldiers on the security guard, two at a time on the alternate watch in front of the gate, so they are always inside the mansion.

The waiting area is on the ground floor.

(If I make a loud noise, they'll notice)

Looks like he's away from Karon's own room, but if he screams, he might hear you.

... I have to kill him quietly.

Rely on the schematics to store things.

Remove the roof plate from there and go up into the attic.

Looking for Karon's room, dusty but dusty forward.

(... light, leaking)

It's a light leaking from the gap in the plate, and it's bright to the attic.

How much lamp do you use, man?

Rely on overly discerning landmarks, above the room.

(There he is, definitely. It's him)

He was directing a massacre in the village, a little fat middle-aged.

Sitting in a chair, pouring wine and saying something.

"It's late...... It's too late, Galale..."

Galale.............

Oh, that's him.

Isn't it wild animal or demon feed by now?

"No way, you just failed to kill one little girl... We'll climb the castle tomorrow...! How do I explain it to the king...!

Together......

Yeah, we're going to the castle.

To the king, to burn my village, to kill everyone, to give a report of my killing too.

But you're in a hurry for not killing me.

You don't have to worry about that, because you did.

We're going to die.

Gently remove the ceiling plate so as not to make any noise.

From here to the floor, about three minutes my height.

If I were you right now, I'd be okay to jump.

The floor is laid with fuzzy carpet for nothing, so there is no sound.

"... eh"

Jump down so you can't make a voice or sound, and land behind Caron.

Quickly turn your hand around your face,

"Hey, what the... Who the...?"

You shouldn't be yelling at me, should you?

After blocking your mouth,

"Let's start with the eyes"

I boiled the moisture in my eyeballs and burst both eyes.

"Muggoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

Yes, now you're blind.

I'm not gonna kill you, am I?

Not until I hear what you want to hear.

And not until I regret being alive.