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

Well, I have no idea what a "third candidate” looks like. Anyway, to see Claudia, it seems that the bearer of a “pure” soul who inherits royal blood is chosen...

That made me face a big problem.

He floats his front leg of the chair and weighs in behind him, knowing the possibility of Prince Margot becoming King Margot.

There is a saying that a position makes people. It was also fully conceived that assuming a responsible position would sprout awareness.

but can you expect that from this prince? Because he is the kind of young person who really tries to stick up against a young girl (Nina).

Margot looked back and said, "What are you looking at?"

Blue-eyed aesthetic on blonde blue-eyed eye, but unfortunate if you open your mouth.

"I was interested in what kind of nation Prince Margot would build once he became king. If you don't mind, would you mind telling us about your future prospects?"

Then Margot stopped plunging and rose out of his chair.

Put one hand on the top plate of the table and glance into my face at the front.

"Whoa... is that what you're gonna ask?

They have some good ideas for young people who are so forward and annoyed.

"Yes, you have a wonderful idea of Kingdom prosperity."

Claudia got annoyed. Even if she has very general affections of affection, like wanting to make someone close to her happy, she can't feel the strength to go to the great cause, such as shaping the end of the country.

In the first place, he left the King's capital to hide. Whether her will or not, the thirteenth princess kept her distance from the political (i.e., every) hub.

Meanwhile, the son of First Prince Sands was at the centre. I don't think I grew up running away too much for that, but I've probably been lovingly spoiled by my parents.

Margot stared at me, wondering if he had looked at me, half-step back and distance himself from the table, spreading his arms wide and declaring.

"If I were king, I'd have dreams."

They have enough ideals to talk about. but I'm getting excited about what just pops up on Prince Idiot.

narrowed her blue eyes and Margot spoke out.

"First of all, come on... when I'm king, how about the Church clergy will henceforth work with a naked apron for women and a pair of pants for men?

All of a sudden you got a bluff. Moreover, as I seek consent in front of the clergy, I have obviously been selling fights.

"It seems like too much for a cool biz."

And by my side, Claudia gave me an extraordinary look for a moment.

Is this okay, King's candidate? By the way, the seller fortune teller has solidified by staring at the crystal balls. Let it go.

Margot exhaled "ha-ha" and then pointed at my face.

"The ordinary man is this, so come on. You're not aware of reform."

"What will improve? I have no idea because of my genius."

Let's keep it rough for once. Then Margot became more and more in a good mood and his mouth continued to smooth.

"That's so decided. Naked, preaching and all that. Seriously, Ukel. Ah! True face! If you work in front of the bread, all the people will be nicked."

Margot keeps telling me to shut up.

"You can't even make alcohol. Because it's not good. Ah! But the only thing that I use to make sweets for fragrance and so on is that I specifically admit it. I can't help it because the sweets are good."

When the wine disappears, Berial may enter the royal palace. I wonder how grape farmers and the brewing industry will live from tomorrow.

"If you ban it because of taste preferences, don't you get public opinion?

"It's the king, isn't it? He said you can just say it because it's the greatest. I don't care."

No, I can't talk to you. I swallowed a leaking sigh of sigh, full of damned princes going diagonally to my expectations. The prince stretches his chest.

"Well, there's heavy taxes on churches. Because I don't look as sweet as King Halem. Mostly. Come on. You need a pope or something? The greatest thing about the kingdom is the king, and you don't think you need another one that looks great. So when I become king, the Pope will be abolished. This is a decision."

There are also advantages to concentrating power on a king, but everything can be a disadvantage in Margot when the king at heart.

Dictators want them to be competent.

I snorted softly at my chin.

"I see. If power is aggregated, we will be able to break the reforms. But the human world is fully stable, not only in the King's capital, by King Harlem's good governance."

Whether that was the case or not, as far as the periphery and proximity to the demonic dominion areas, the equilibrium was preserved there by the Church's support for the adventurers.

Seven years ago Norntania was the last invasion of a demonic race that would wipe out one country.

Margot shook up his fist and hoisted it in heaven.

"Sweet. It's more or less up to the brave, isn't it, as a king, irresponsible? We're all bored, aren't we? I know you want to fight. If you're a man, come on... so I can attack you."

The prince opened his fist. Half my face with open hands, and blue eyes stare at me from the gap between my fingers.

"Demon King's Castle... I think we should all do it. There's a human being who wants to get back at Norntania seven years ago. Then it's war. War! Why don't we kill all the Demons?

Margot seems to want a total battle between humans and demons.

Few remain with the unhealed wounds left over from the Norntanian events. The young priest who spoke in the cathedral the other day at the end of King Harlem's funeral is one of them.

If the king hangs the decree, they may also rise up with their weapons in their hands.

"A church surrounded by adventurers and making money is more of an evil to yarn behind. You know you can't even defend your authority without provoking demonic threats. Do you have a problem with the Demons gone, Church?

There was a part of me that couldn't deny those aspects.

I thought you were just a stupid prince, but apparently that was my misunderstanding.

Margot was a pure, innocent, bad, stupid prince of ours.

Margot loosens his expression when he thumbs up and points to his own face with his thumb.

"In that regard, I was chosen by birth, because everyone loves and respects me, and I don't need you to do backwork or anything to make me respect you. We can extinct the demons without feeling comfortable."

Margot spoke of the future of the country with dignity, whether it was because I was a high priest or because it had nothing to do with who he was dealing with.

"What do you say? You know I deserve a king."

"In order to prove its correctness, you need to have all the candidates first."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm going to win. Your youngest aunt can't do that anymore, can she? Zero hegemony! Disqualification!

"Ugh..." said Claudia, groaning and unable to argue. The girl has turned a blind eye to me.

The thing you carry is too big, and Claudia just wants to get away with it.

I want to entrust everything to the third candidate I haven't seen yet. It conveys the princess's misery even if it is not in her mouth.

Margot sighed.

"Are you sure he's here? Even if you're not as good as this Margot, what kind of third person deserves a pure king's vessel? I mean, I'm here, but I can't find it."

I put my hand on my chest and returned it in a meeting.

"Let's find out what you think"

Looking for something that wasn't there seems like a struggle, but now it was nothing more than responding like this.

As it is, in a few months' time I may not be in cleric clothing, but will be the “Last Church” priest with a cloak of pants.

Sometimes it feels good to take it off, and it would be a less irritating life if taking it off became the norm.

Whatever, Sister's naked apron, etc.

Well, what's the matter?