This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

The funeral was carried out by naming the country.

Half of the world submitted to mourning, and the remaining half - when it came to the demons, the big moves had not been shown so far.

Maybe I knew this would happen soon. The Pontifical Agency moves swiftly,

Now I think this is why Princess Claudia XIII shut her mouth when she bought a troubled consultation at the lakeside lodge and left.

I had been informed that the king's death was near, and she could not speak of it.

The body of the king rested in the cathedral had a serene face, as if he were asleep.

One giant cathedral is filled with mourning attendees, and only some of the humans chosen by the Church can still say their final goodbyes. Even they can't fit in the hall and the cathedral grounds are overflowing with people, people, people.

By the way, sometimes I am an associate, without joining the long line of serpents made by the attendees… or I was made to work like an inductee, who would deal with the attendees by the king's body all the time, calling it the help of Pope John's partitioning funeral.

From daylight until the casket, he remains standing on behalf of John. By the way, my sister was my sister, who had moved on to rituals for accepting the bodies at the royal tomb, where she would end the funeral ritual by pronouncing the word against the king or at the root of the Great Divine Tree, which would soon deliver the royal body.

Others are the total ecclesiastical output of the Pontifical Agency.

"Isn't this John's younger brother?"

"The miracle that overflowed the world the other day over the Great Divine Tree is also convincing if you are John's brother."

"Oh, Lord John's brother... you've done a great job"

All continue to respond to the faces of similar nobles without breaking their solemn expressions. Between the nobles, I don't remember my name because I'm John's brother.

Wouldn't it be enough to keep a doll that looks just like me? For each one mourns the king's death, and weeps and prays.

I resent the gentle death face a little bit, but I can no longer revive it with resurrection magic because my soul's life is running out, and I can't complain about a single thing.

Colorful flowers gathered from all over the world are filled with golden coffins.

Shiatsu's face hasn't changed since I was in Enoch Seminary.

Among the kings of history, the scale of King Halem's funeral seems to be significant. This also lay in the fact that, in his lifetime, the King had successfully taken a relationship with the Church.

In some times, either force became too strong, often developing into human strife. In that regard, Pope John and King Hallem may have been able to say that they were good.

Seven years ago, the incident - since the disappearance of the small northern kingdom of Norntania - King Halem said he controlled the human world brilliantly and joined forces with the Pontifical Agency to defend the world.

It suppressed the hardliners complaining of a full-scale offensive against the Demonic Nation and brought them into a glued state where the current skirmishes persisted. After laying down good governance, we will also appreciate later history.

Except for one thing.

The large number of participants was also attributed to King Halem's first-born children. It's even customary for royalty to leave many offspring for prosperity, but think commonsense that would be too active for life.

Bad for the king, but nothing is more boring than official business.

He continued to temple the words of salvation that seemed like great clerics to the condolences of the nobles.

The tail of the attendees said they would wait four hours.

I was dead.

That's what I thought, three strange girls who don't look good in mourning, lined up in front of me.

"Ah! You're Seiklid. What are you doing here? Bytes?"

It is a brave cock.

"This is a brave man. I'm on official business, not part-time. By the body of His Majesty the King, I gave you the great role of last serving. It's a great honor."

Aco laughs at the pleasant mouthfeel as usual when he says it's a funeral.

"What? Your eyes are dead, aren't they? You really get a face called Seiklid, don't you? Ha-ha-ha!

Stupid. There hasn't been a single human being since this morning who has noticed I'm so serious.

In other words, none of the nobles spoke up and saw my face properly. It's each other.

A cleric apprentice in glasses hastily blocks Ako's mouth with his right hand.

"No, you can't. Lord Aco, I bid His Majesty the King a proper farewell."

Mourning next door...... or Kirsch in his usual black dress yawns boringly one.

"Huh. Ah. I'm not interested in dead people, am I? Look, you can't kill me if you're not alive... mug"

Canon's left hand blocked the former assassin's dangerous statement and stopped him.

I tell the cleric apprentice.

"Oh, my God, that's right, junior."

"I am afraid that students like myself will be able to participate. Since last night, I've been soaking up brave, decent behavior and words all night long."

Kanon gently releases his hand from Aco's mouth. Well, the achievement and how.

Ako knelt before the coffin.

"Um..."

Looking back and gazing at Canon, Aco crosses his left and right index fingers to make the x-mark.

"What is it, Lord Aco?"

"You know, I've been practicing a lot, but I didn't fly it all, so I'm going to go adrift."

Give me back my sense of anticipation just a little five seconds ago, please.

Standing up softly, Ako saluted.

"This is the second time you've met the king. I still remember being called to the King's Capital by Las Vegigas that day when the Holy Seal was to shine and travel as a brave man. Uh... that's the military money you gave me then, you see, I wish I could double or triple it, so I worked hard. Good luck with that. But...... sorry it all sucked in the casino!

Bread, hands together. The brave man bowed his head.

Go home. I thought. (Grand Divine Sense)