The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

You all left, and only me and Mr. Stra and Mr. Melo remained at the tool store.

I am very anxious.

I can't do anything until it's all over, even though there's no guarantee anywhere that Mr. Killier will come back alive.

I can't believe I just have to wait for that guy to come home in this place.

It may be because of the two of you who stayed with me that I didn't have to cry in my subtlety.

After a while, Mr. Joana came back.

Take the shadow warrior in the princess's dress.

"This girl is the real Belle."

"... Huh!

You look amazingly like a princess.

As much as I thought he might have come back, he looks just like me.

"Oh, was a princess a twin or something!?

"You're not wacky. He's a shadow warrior, so if you don't look like him, you won't get stuck."

Twins, I was a little freaked out about that word.

It's an ordinary mind, an ordinary heart.

"Well, I'm going to the castle. I have to cover for a lot of things. Don't let Beato's loved ones die."

"...... Huh!!!

"Haha, a joke joke. Don't be so angry."

Don't even joke about it, I can't believe Mr. Killier's dying!

... shouldn't, it's a normal mind.

"Even so, it's kind of surprising. I can't believe Kirier doesn't even want to admit it to Beat..."

That looks like they misunderstand the angry part.

As misunderstood, Mr. Joana has gone.

"... you know, I am"

"Belle, right? I'm listening. Well, sit down."

"... yeah, sit down"

This guy doesn't laugh at all.

Without laughing a bit, I lowered my head lightly to Mr. Stra and sat down in the chair.

Even the same person who doesn't laugh feels a little different from Mr. Killier again.

"I'm Stra. This is Melo, and this cute one is Beato. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you!... Um, stra-sister. That introduction doesn't look cute..."

"No, no, I think Melo's cute, too, don't you? But you'll lose to Beato."

"Clarify me. Shh!! I'm not following you!!

We both talk pleasantly.

You smile naturally.

……

But Mr. Bell won't say anything.

You can talk to me differently, but nothing.

"Belle, you look just like a real princess. It's the first time I've seen you, but I don't feel like I've ever met you."

"... Hi"

"Ah, tea noodles? It's a great tea leaf, but I'm confident it'll make a good brew."

"Not to mention..."

Even if Mr. Stra talks, the reaction remains faint.

Could this guy, I'm sure, keep playing Princess Perne all the time and no longer know who he is?

... I somehow know how that feels.

"...... Huh!!

"What...?

Go in front of Mr. Bell and make a two-arm gut pose in front of his chest.

It's full of peeling and backup.

"...... Huh!!

"Wow, I don't know...... What, this kid..."

I got you in trouble.

Because it's all going to be passed on to Killier, it's not going to be passed on to anyone...

I'm a little embarrassed.

"Sister Beat, it's Don Mai. I'm sure you conveyed your feelings."

"... eh"

Well, that's fine.

I'm still being turned away from seeing strange people.

"Beat can't talk. But Belle's not well, so I tried to encourage her. Right?"

"... Huh!

Shake your head vertically.

Good, looks like it was passed on to Mr. Stra.

"... nothing, you don't have to worry about it for me. Here's the outfit, but the contents are just slaves..."

"Yes, no Ujiuji! I don't say that about myself! Better than that, let's have a good talk! Love bana, for example!

"...... Huh!!!

Is it a love banana, let it be!

"Oh, Sister Beat, I'm very motivated."

"No Beato. I know."

Why is that?

Let me tell you something.

Because I will use about fifty sheets of parchment.

"Damn... Ri, Belle, aren't you a little blush? Isn't there something there?

"Oh, I can't believe I'm in love with Bana..."

"Be honest, there you go"

Mr. Stra, you live with this kind of talk.

Mr. Bell, too, has a really red face.

Oh, just a little bit now, you looked like you laughed.

... but even if this distracts you, it's all about Killier that comes to mind.

Please, come back safely.

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Having broken through the dance hall, our attacking forces split up and run around the royal palace, grabbing princes and princesses with allowances and gradual captivity, taking them all the way to the main unit.

They're pretty much irresistible because they've got all the power in the dance hall.

"Get off me! Get off me!

Roll the seventeenth princess around and give it to the Resistance.

"I'm telling you, get off me! Who do you know about strawberries?! You fool, fall down, be disrespectful!!

Aren't you ten years old?

He's got a wig on his shoulder and a mess, a slightly bigger, great-looking kid with attitude.

Sounds like you're not very well-groomed.

"You fool! Strawberry nutrients! Get off me! Get off me!

I guess it feels a little scarce in the repertoire of cursing.

You must be retarded, poor thing.

What will happen to us after this rebellion is over?

Even if I put it back on, it feels like it's too late.

(I figured it was an execution.... I don't care. no matter what happens to garbage kids)

Princess Prince is the last one now.

The wives are in the northern rear palace, but some members of the resistance are on their way over there.

There are also a lot of officials from countries who have been forced by their wives.

Barbario was instructed by Mr. Gillius to head to the main unit.

As for pre-construction, strengthening protection, because the real deal is too stupid to get in the way.

And I don't know what would happen if my father was tragically murdered in front of me, no matter how stupid.

... So, it's the bull 's-eye at the heart.

"... Hey, Mr. Gillius. Have you found a Burtoghu by now?

"No, I'm not. He wasn't in his room, he wasn't in the princes' room, he was nowhere."

That means maybe.

"... escaped?

"No, that's not possible. The fact that he was in his room was confirmed by this man before the rebellion. The escape route is sealed off by us and the Bulge. Unless there was an undiscovered way out, but there were all princes and princesses. It's hard to think about this either."

"But I'm not in the living space. Then where the hell --"

That's all I thought about, I figured.

"Maybe..."

Where the king-- no, the king-mood motherfucker shows his face.

It's totally unreasonable why, but if it's a chunk of pride, I'm sure it's there.

I generally remember the place.

Against that room, I ran away.

"Oh, hey, wait! Don't go ahead on your own!

Mr. Gillius is coming after me as I gather the knights.

I'm sorry, I got ahead of you to the end.

But I can't stay or not.

'Cause you can finally kill me, right?

You can kill him with this hand.

Through the settlement, we head to the center of the royal palace.

I've been here before, a familiar hallway.

Run and run over a luxurious red carpet and stop in front of a large, luxurious, double-open door.

"... I'm sure he's here"

Press open with both hands.

There was a heavy noise and the door opened.

High ceilings, thick columns on both sides, red carpets leading to the throne.

Visiting since that time that day, during a glance.

Towards the throne, I walk one step at a time.

There are three large chandeliers lit up in a large room.

One step, another, and every time you take a step, your chest is filled with black joy.

Exactly now, you son of a bitch sitting on the throne between these sights.

Because you can finally kill the garbage that looks great and sticks a sword to the throne.

Stop in front of the throne, under the stairs about three steps, and scowl.

Soitz looking down and hitting his gaze.

"Oh, Burtoghu. I missed you. I missed you. I missed you."

"My head is high. Lower your face, you impudent man."