The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

A large woman walked on a long-sleeved shirt wearing a long cardigan to her knees.

Despite being a woman, it is rare in this world to wear the right pants. For ease of movement, it's about women in the military or a very small number of women who work hard.

But she liked it and wore pants.

Even though he is well over 170 tall, he is also wearing shoes with heels because he "likes" them.

He doesn't care at all about the big breasts that push up his shirt or the size of his buttocks that are more accentuated because of the right pants.

She walks with lush blue and gray hair tucked together at the top of her head.

Heels make noises on perfectly polished tile floors.

Different officials and servants bow their heads to her respectfully.

A soldier armed with demonic leather armor - who sounds like a Pawnsonian knight laughing with his nose when he sees it ringing in a heavy outfit - salutes her.

"Hey, is Her Majesty inside?

"Ha!"

The casual phrase was familiar, but the two soldiers who were guarding blushed.

Though the long cut eyes with the same colour as the hair are hidden by the glasses, there is an irresistible colour.

Even though she hadn't pulled red, her red lips had also amply enhanced her beauty again.

But she doesn't realize it, she says.

"I'm coming through."

"Ha! --Master Zofira-Van Hortense is here!!"

She, Zofira, raises her hand small, walks inside through a wooden door opened by the soldiers.

That's the Union of Forestea, the office the king has.

The colder you get into the shade even after a bustling summer, due to its location in the early summer but more north than Pawnsonia.

Columns cut out of giant trees.

All the chairs, tables and butler desks for reception are also made of wood. I use lots of incense-green (korikoku) trees, which are called "God's Drawing Streamline" from the beauty of the wood.

There were eight of them indoors.

Seven people are standing, and only one is sitting.

It was the little girl sitting at the desk chair. You just said 10 back in the year —— if you're human.

"Here I come."

Beautiful blondes are not uncommon in this region.

But the glance underneath —— the red eyes glittering like a treasure ball -- indicates that she is a certain clan.

"Yes, I am in a good mood for Marquedo, who will represent the Spirit Elf in Her Majesty the Queen of the Union of Forestia."

…………

Marquedo, the queen who turns her bottom nasty face to Zofira, who said her mouth on one knee.

On the other hand, the seven people standing up look satisfied.

"Strong greetings are good. Stand up. —— You take your seats off."

When Marquedo ordered that, all seven standing dusted. That stands for "rejection".

They were all people from different countries. There are four people in the Kingdom of Pawnsonia who are not at all uncomfortable. One with red eyes, the same as Marquedo. One big hairy man. 1 person with blue skin.

The clothes look very chiseled, as the designs of the clothes vary like the ethnic costumes.

"Your Majesty. We are loved by God and represent seven nations. And I am here to protect Her Majesty the Queen..."

"I said go. Did you hear that? Did you get the rest of your voice in the hole in your ear that hissed with its ear decorations?

…………

Indeed, the man I spoke to in the rep had a ton of rings on his ears - excessive to say piercings and earrings.

Very unpleasant, he said.

"I don't think you guys have the strength to protect the rest of the world from sneaking people into this room so easily."

"... that attitude, don't be regretted?

Lots and seven people leave.

The seven of them leave, still on one knee to scowl at Zofira, who remains nagging. You know that. Zofira didn't make them look good.

When the door is closed, Marquedo walks from the concierge to the reception chair.

The garment is made from the finest fabric, but it is a simple piece. Accessories such as bracelets and necklaces are magical and protect her body, but they look simple. I don't look like Her Majesty the Queen.

"Hey, what do you think? I think every year, he really licks the rest of it, doesn't he? Even the rest of us are from Kirihar, right?

"Sort of. The seven of them are replaced every year, and every time this happens, His Majesty has a problem, too."

"Huh!?"

"Which means you're too young."

When she suddenly rises in a crushed tone, Zofira prepares her tea and lowers her back across from Marquedo.

"Huh? This is still just older than Zofira. How much?

"I'm telling you that attitude sucks. Want a drink?"

"Yeah. Fill me with sugar."

Look, you're a kid, but Zofira made me shrug my shoulder, but Marquedo doesn't notice.

No matter how licked or kid she sounds, she is the king of a genuine Union.

And Zofira became the head minister of state politics at just 22.

Although there were many different circumstances to having such personnel —— there was only one reason why it was the deciding factor.

Marquedo draws the blood of the royal family of Kirihar, the seven small nations that make up the Union. And it was just the most magical in the royal family the year the throne, which is held around in seven countries, came around —— tenure is four more years.

Born and raised in a bureaucratic lineage, Zofira embarked on and brilliantly surfaced the tax reform of this Union, which was on the verge of being extremely competent - financially sinking. I was capable of no one in this country.

The two gained their current status at about the same time.

Seven representatives from all countries have been waiting. It is titled "National Counsellor" but he is a good monitor of the body. This Union was built on a delicate balance.

Both of them, they were getting glitches and jealousy from their surroundings.

Inevitably, the two tie together.

"Tea yummy ~ ~. I knew Zofira would make the best tea."

"There's no bureaucrat to my right if you let me get you some tea."

"Ugh."

Spirit elves —— a kind of elf —— symbolize a pungent ear that moves. It was Marquedo's scum when I relaxed.

"So? Is Zofira telling you about Pawnsonia?

"Even modestly, mayhem. That's true, too, because you're denying a dynasty that lasted 600 years."

"I was half-hearted when Sir Bulbs contacted me five years ago thinking I was paranoid... but I took all your advice and I did it, so you're quite a person."

"Yeah, he wouldn't have taken action if he hadn't found the dungeon, The Underground of the Ancient Divine People, either."

"… 600 years of history told only to a limited family, …"

Marquedo narrows his eyes and recalls Gafrasti, whom he has only met once.

At that time, Marquedo had also been king for about a year. I was tired of that and unfamiliar affairs, but Zofira told me, "I really should see you." Agreia's "look" sometimes attracts something outrageous.

"That dungeon must still have documents showing the blood of an orthodox king. If we can find this, we can take the current king... and remove the king of the nicer things'

Gafrasti asked Marquedo for help.

It's not a big problem for Gafrasty to lose legs if you take it from them, and it's not a risk or anything. However, the current king of Pawnsonia was moving his forefingers to invade other countries. First, it would be the Empire of Quimbrand. It was easy to imagine that if his country were torn, he would then march to the Union of Forestia.

Zofira therefore advised Gafrasti.

The first thing to do is to withdraw funds from the king and step through the dungeon. Gafrasti's house said the ancient dynasty had "super technology," so "if you step through the dungeon, you might get that technology. Even if we don't get it, there's always treasure" and so on. We have to manage to put the state budget on it. The financial situation of the Valves family was stark red to tread the dungeon individually.

The next thing I know, I'm taking Agreia. Gafrasti is an almost isolated aristocrat within the kingdom and has no back shield. It's the end of a shortage of escorts. If so, Agreia would surely be helpful —— though it was also an insurance policy that could make Gafrasti a deceased if Gafrasti abused its "ultra-technology" and imitated it like pulling a bow on the Union.

At the end of the day, it's a way to get in touch. King Pawnsonian is greedy, corrupt, but suspicious. If Gafrasty speaks of dungeon treading, I'm sure he'll get his eyes on it. It is extremely dangerous to get in touch with the Union, so you should pinch and interact with people in between multiple times. The way to do this is to leave it to Agreia.

Gafrasty kept all that advice. And it turned out —— though the result was apparently just luck.

The good thing Gafrasty did was involve the Adventurer Guild about dungeon trespassing. The "Underground of the Ancient Divine People" involves the "Ancient Poerncian Dynasty", which is recognized by the "Royal Pawnsonian Relics Research Society" of the "King's Approval".

Obtaining a royal genealogy scroll from that dungeon is confirmed by the once independent "Adventurer Guild".

Even if King Pawnsonian tries to deny Gafrasti's claim, he's in a state of double checking.

Perhaps the Adventurer Guild fits in when he realizes he was involved in a civil unrest in the country. Do you understand that the attendant sent to the dungeon was resented by the king by what he recorded?

"Quinn Brand must have his chest down. Now Pawnsonian's been stuck for a while."

"I hope Sir Valves didn't get killed."

"Agreia for that -- not your cousin"

"It doesn't necessarily work out with that kid alone. Whatever, Pawnsonia has a boy like that..."

"Uh, um..."

Two, be silent.

They were thinking back. To this room, one boy who appeared flustered —— about a boy in black in the face of the Sun God --.