The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

Mr. Leah first formed a search party for the non-combatants who had fled and forced him to look for them.

The remaining soldiers stand by on the spot.

Now that we've lost the Shadow Bell, we can't say Princess Perne has regained the king's capital.

The march of the Corcuete army is a first stop here.

"The wounded should be able to be transported over here and have a little heel potion stockpile left. Disarm the surrendered soldiers and keep them together, and make sure they don't hide their weapons."

You'd be shocked about Mr. Garp and Mr. Beaute, Leah giving tedious instructions without making you feel that way.

You don't have the same name as Elias.

I don't care if this is for you, but you were only a third generation brave man.

Celia, there was a brave lady knight.

It comes from that person, and there are so many names ~ Leah.

"... Phew, a paragraph or something"

"Good day. The Demon Army is waiting for now, isn't it? Sorry I had to make you wait in a place like this."

"It's an operation, I can't help it. We can't go into the king's capital without losing Princess Perne. First of all, come into the city with such a worn out army. The inhabitants of the King's Capital will be surprised."

Joking and laughing, Mr. Leah.

But I knew that smile, it looked like it was annoying somewhere.

"... don't mumble. It's important to cry, isn't it?

"Ha, thanks...... That's sweet, Lord Killier."

It's not nice, I can't believe it.

He's a rabid dog, and he's ahead of schedule.

"When I expose myself in front of the soldiers, I cannot show my men. Some of them will have lost their friends in this battle, and yes.... I'll cry later, and I'll let you think about it when you're alone."

"... well"

I think it's splendid.

Because I'm always moving with my emotions first.

I'm not thinking that shouldn't be the case, but you can respect people who have something they don't have.

"What is Lord Killier going to do now?

"Hmm, it's also ant to go back to Mr. Gillius, but it's also hard to throw away sneaking into the king's capital. What a royal castle..."

There is a trustee Judas...... maybe.

There's a chance Tartus will be in the fort with him.

Hmm, what am I going to do...

Gowo, bu, bu, bu.

As I twisted my neck and worried, the sound of the flames erupting.

Then something big goes on winging.

What the hell, you don't even have to think about it.

If you look up, a silhouette comes down like a big bird from the fog.

After all, it's the Toka Magic Machine Dragon (Gargoyle).

Pussy.

"Hiha!

That's when something moved around my butt.

I had an unexpected strange voice...

"... you have such a pretty voice, Lord Killier"

"Forget it, now"

Jumped out of my butt pouch was little golem-kun.

He gave it to me instead of the transmitter so I could find out where I am.

I totally forgot.

I started dancing on my shoulder somehow to see if Toka came close and got better.

"Oh, I was there. Killier, it looks like Kelli's on!

"Welcome, Toka"

Gently wipe your hands at the toca that looks down from the back of the machine dragon.

Golem-kun expressed his joy all over his body, and the next moment his magic was lifted to become sand and iron, scattered in the wind.

Gargoyle lands and Toka jumps off his back.

Then, even Joana, who was riding with me for some reason.

"Ha, Kirie. Long time no see. You look better."

"Joana, where have you been and what have you been doing?

I guess there's something wrong with him coming all the way to me.

Good news, or bad news?

"What did your sister want? I was undercover in Diete, the king's capital."

"Ha, undercover."

The matter is going to be long, and it's none of my business, and well, no.

"By the way, Toka, did Belle save you?

"It's okay, thanks to Beato, it's a resuscitation success. All you have to do is wait to wake up."

"Beato... Hey, how's Beat doing, anything unusual?

"Nothing? As usual, he seemed fine."

... Good, I can't say.

Maybe he's just hiding the hard stuff, and we need to make sure later.

"Ma, I'm going to see Beato. I hope you're crazy."

"That's not how Beat and I relate!... No, that's not the problem. You're telling me you're going to see Beato, I mean?

"It's a call from Mr. Gillius. Once we get back to the east position."

"I see, you mean if you go back to the position, you'll also see Beat. But..."

If the trustee were in the king's capital and found out that Tartus' loss was confirmed, he might just run away.

What I want to prioritize is revenge.

Well, what's the matter......

"You don't have to worry about Judas, the trustee. Because I caught you!

"... what?

Like you foresaw my thoughts, winking Joana.

... Well, I've said something terrible again.

"I caught you, Joana? A trustee? How? Where are you now?

"You've got a lot of hatena marks. You were undercover in Diete, the king's capital, and I told you earlier, right? Then I stumbled upon the trustee, and I killed him."

"He said he did it... Are you weak enough to get hit by Joana? The Trustee......"

"That's terrible rhetoric...... but you actually did. I don't have a Gift Ball (Gift Sphere), and I have zero combat abilities. It was the same as the average person."

That's right...

I was getting a little carried away because it seemed like a strong vibe, but you're a little clapped...

It's possible a trap, but there's no reason to lure me out, and it's about Joana.

I'm sure it's true.

"That's why I caught him and left him at one of the bases of the Resistance north of Wangdu. I'll show you when it's all over, so give it whatever you want."

"Yeah, you don't have to tell me. I'm going to"

The end of vengeance is finally upon us, isn't it?

I'll make you throw up everything you know about Empireo for Beato, and then I'll show you hell for your family and everyone in the village.

"Yes, that's it for scary faces! That's why I'm dropping Fort Delist first. Send Tartus to hell before the trustees."

"Lord Killier, do me a favor, too. Take out Tartus with your hands. For Corcuete, and for those who have died..."

Mr. Garp and Mr. Beaute's probably want to screw off Tartus's neck themselves, too, Leah.

But you can't move from here as a general who leads the army, can you?

"Okay, Mr. Leah's probably gonna screw his neck off tight, too."

Thanks to Joana's fine play, I don't have to worry about letting the trustees get away with it.

Don't worry, I'll kill him.

"If that's the case, we'll talk fast. Yes, Mr. Toka. Let's skip the Magic Guide Dragon, shall we?

"You don't have to kick it..."

"No, I have to fly. Good is a hurry.... hehe, I feel sorry for that kid who missed one of his treats..."

"Joana, did you just say something?

At the end of the day, my voice was so small that I didn't hear it very well.

"Nah, it's nothing, Killier. Yes, it is."

I kind of twist my neck against Joana in a weird tension, face-to-face with Toka.

... here we go.

Jump aboard the Magic Conductor Dragon (Gargoyle) with the Tokas and fly into the fog.

I finally see the end, the battle against Tartus.

And then...

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"... heh, heh. Well, I lost."

The First Prince, who had left both the clergyman and the vicinity, only to be left alone, was wandering through the fort.

I finally know my defeat, and different things run around his brain.

Why didn't you win?

Is it because of the proximity of knowing everything and keeping quiet?

Is it because of the trustees who were pretending to be collaborators and directing their fruitful selves to ruin?

"Am I going to be named after history as a stupid loser..."

Without putting his own correctness into history, he loses all his men and is only considered lonely.

In deep despair, he keeps walking flustered.

At that time, unfortunately, one soldier wanted to pass before him.

I'm pregnant with madness. I saw Tartus' eyes. He runs away with a short scream.

"... hmm?... Well, I'm not alone. There's still a comma to use."

Yeah, you can use them.

Proof of correctness or leave your name as a winner in history is no longer a dream come true.

Then at least I'll make this life last forever.

"hehe, hehe...... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Abandoned by everything, the First Prince laughed softly, looking up at the ceiling in madness.