Tilea’s Worries

"Oru!

I'll be the fireball of anger and look for Ol.

The second division's living room, the training room, the food pantry, the penance room...... peeks from one end into the room where the underground empire ol' is likely to go, but I don't see it.

Where are you, wicked deputy Ortizio?

You're always appealing to me about Sick Two, but at times like this, you're hiding in the clouds...

Damn. This place is too big for nothing. I want all Legionnaires to wear it on GPS as well. Especially for ol' and perverts (Nielzen) who are likely to take problem action. Well, I can't help but disappear. Let's identify Ol's whereabouts as we ask people in the tunnel. Then I finally discovered Ol while asking some legion members.

I hear Ol is in conference room C. You think I'm reporting revenue and expenditure for Division II on anything? Another Evil Council? I never get tired of it and I often go on forever. Surely it's been lightly over a hundred times already, hasn't it?

Anyway, once we play, we call it off.

I'll make you cry and punish the children you want!

As the adage goes, "I am no match for the crying child and the earth," I, the common man, cannot turn against the son of a great nobleman if I were to be. But they're weak Ortizio. The roots are honest, and you'll understand if I fold the cage and make things right.

When I arrive in conference room C, I open the door completely. Tim, Drewas, and the Evil Army executives are all here in the conference room. Of course there is the vicious deputy Ortizio.

"This is Master Tyrea."

"Sister, are you attending a meeting? Please, sit on the throne."

Tim says that and suggests we sit in a chair, but nothing. I didn't come to the meeting. Turn down Tim's suggestion and head to Orr.

Ol looks at my face and he breaks it. Apparently you haven't noticed my anger.

"Dear Tyrea, please listen to the achievements of Division II. This time it's very clear. Oh, my God. - Goha!

I've been wearing a doya face. Punch my fist in Ol's face.

"That's for Toriko."

"Te, Dear Tyrea, yes, what the hell - gohh!

"This is for you, Trao!

Add more body blow to Ol's belly. Blowing up on the wall, Ol. It looks pretty painful, but I don't condone it.

"Plus, this is for Cat Mi!

"Hooray!

I keep hitting the ol' as I say the names of all the kids I was swallowing and crying.

"Next, next..."

"Hino, Te, Dear Tyrea, ha, ha, forgive me..."

"That next one, that next one too! It's Usako's. Oh, my God! And this! And that! That too!!

Put the thoughts of each of the children on their fists. I put one person's thoughts on each beating. I also want Orr to reflect. Well, I also feel like I had a little too much for Usako, but that's all he looked like, so let's just say good. Ol is taking my punch and having pimple cramps.

Or was it too much...

Exactly. Excessive cages become just violence beyond grooming.

"Tim, heal magic, please"

"May I?

"Yeah. I'd have trouble getting killed just like that"

"Okay."

When Tim puts his hands together, Ol's body recovers. After all, Tim's restorative magic is omnipresent. You might hate Tim, but it's good to be a cleric in the future, right?

Then a while later a fully recovered ol woke up. Stand up fluttered and sit down in front of me.

"Dear Tyrea, why the hell are you so angry...?

"The kids told me."

"Become!? I don't know what those hungry ghosts said, but it's a misunderstanding!

"The excuses are ugly. Your evil deeds are always foreseeable."

"Oh, such a Tyrean... Oh, those hungry ghosts, I can't forgive you! Pull yourself apart."

"Ol! If I'm going to give back my interest to the kids, this time I won't forgive them!

"Please wait. This is a misunderstanding..."

Ol lags behind. But Tim won't let him go any further by turning behind Orr.

"I don't want incompetent men buying your sister's discomfort. Ortizio, it's an immediate execution."

That's what Tim generates the demon bullet. It is a small sphere about twenty centimetres floating in the palm of your hand, but it is too much of a substitute for blowing up a feeble body ole.

"Ugh! Is this an execution?"

It seems to have a ♪ at the end of Edim's dialogue. Edim watches gladly as Tim executes. Other members of the Legion react in a similar way.

Hmm. This is not good. Collective psychology is a horrible thing, and no matter how brutal you do, you don't feel guilty that we're all together. These guys could really kill Ol.

"Tim. Stop it. Because I've already sanctioned Orr."

"But..."

"Tim!"

"Oh, I see."

When Tim erases the demon bullet, Ol breathes relief.

"Nevertheless I didn't know Master Tirrea would be so angry...... what fault did Ortizio commit?

Drewas, you've been casting your doubts. Right. Though I insist, I suddenly have to explain to Ol how I sifted the violence.

"It's about Ol's taxes."

"Is it a tax…"

"Yeah. Speaking of which, do you guys know Ol was going to collect taxes on the territory?

"Ha. I was hearing a revenue and expenditure report from Ortizio at a meeting like that earlier"

Yes, it is. It's a well-known fact among Legionnaires that Ol was helping his father with his work. I'm the only one who doesn't know. Should I not skip too many meetings?

Well, no. If everyone knows that, it's a quick story.

"As you know, Ol went to the surrounding villages to collect taxes. So, this guy took the liberty of raising the tax rate. Plus, 90%, 90%!

Everyone is listening to me and turning back. Naturally. There are 90% of tax lords in every world.

"Master Tyrea's anger is especially so. It's Ortizio's mess."

"Right, right! It's definitely not the Crown. Tax rates of 90% are equivalent to 'farmers don't live and don't kill' but rather kill"

"That's right, Master Tyrea, it's an inclusive word to control the people"

"No. Inclusion. Not like this... Seriously, you're committing an ol' crime, right?

I don't know much about Kingdom law, but changing the tax rate on my own is a violation.

"You're right...... Ortizio, the tax rate would have been decided by the Evil Council, but why not obey!

"But as soon as the occupied territories are cut, discretion should rest with me, the division leader"

No, no, what the hell are you talking about? Although it would be Ol Father who has discretion. Or royal, right? I don't know how to interpret it.

"Your actions violate the Evil God Act."

Evil God Act!? What is it?

Drewas, you say words that don't make sense. These guys are gonna start something I don't know while I'm out of the meeting for a while.

"Mr. Drewas, I'm sorry to break your hips on the story, but is it some kind of evil god law?

"Ha. In summary, it is in the law for Tilea by Tilea"

Yeah. I wish I hadn't asked. Even if it fits properly, it drives me crazy.

Drewas, you accuse Ol of violating Article 25 of that Evil God Act. Anything "The Lord has the right to a healthy and culturally best living. Corps members must strive to improve and promote the living conditions of the Lord" …

"I can no longer earn long term thanks to your rapid confiscation. That leads to threatening Lord Tyrea's best life."

"Chief of Staff, if you can't take it away, you just have to take it from me again. We will never imitate Tirrea's standard of living."

Ol and Drewas argue hard. Other members of the Legion also say, "That's not good for Lord Tyrea" and pinch their mouths...

Are you guys trying to push me to blame for the tax hike by saying something convenient like the Evil God Act?

By the way, I'm the boss of evil. Maybe if Ol gets arrested, I'll roll up and eat it too...

My life is about to be threatened because of these guys.

"Ah, that's enough. The debate is over. Anyway, Ol, the tax rate is to go back to the regular value! Okay?"

"Yes. So, but..."

"But what? Are you even dissatisfied?

"Dear Tyrea, our Second Division is being asked for harsh funding. Even though they say they are being charged with improving the quality of conditioning products, securing ingredients and all kinds of norms. What I also inevitably did with this tax increase. Still poor, could you just allow me to raise taxes this year?

This guy, what are you talking about? You're asking me for permission to raise taxes? Are you stupid? Are you an asshole? Go home and talk to your father. Or because raising taxes afflicts the people.

Well, but I got a good idea what was causing Ol to be cornered. Tim and the others made excessive demands every day to "buy expensive furniture". Ol had used his allowance at best to satisfy his demands so that he wouldn't be left out, but at last the limit came.

I mean, it's like a bully asked for money from a bully and tried to take it from his parents' purse. In this case, the parent's wallet became the parent's territory, which made the conversation big.

That means Tim and the executives of the Evil Gods Army are also responsible for causing Usako and the others to cry. Above all, I was in a position to stop it. The problem is that I left it.

I can't help it. Let's stab these guys with nails to keep them from hunting down the ol' any more.

"I see what's going on. Ol, that was hard. Because you don't have to suffer anymore."

"Say..."

"Was it a conditioning upgrade? You don't have to do that anymore."

"But sister, all this junk crap involves your sister's voucher."

"No, no, no."

I pinch Tim's cheek.

"Hey Hima?

"Tim, how long have you been so patient? I won't tolerate you being unscrupulous because you want to irritate the ol'. Mostly you really don't know what it's worth. The condiments here are amazing enough."

"Dear Tyrea, I'm afraid so. Dispensing products prepared by Ortizio. It is so low-end that it cannot be compared to the Devil's Capital Benz. As Lady Camilla said, it is not appropriate to leave Tirrea's castle behind."

Pervert (Nielsen) follows Tim. The other executives are nodding yeah.

Ha, you wouldn't know for both the middle two patients. Ask Edim, who is still a relatively common sense person here.

"Edim, isn't it wonderful what condiments we have here, even from your eyes?

"Right. I don't know the Devil's Capital Benz, so I can't compare it, but at least I don't think it's any worse than the condiments in the castle of the Demon King's Army."

"Edim, you! Are you satisfied with the equivalent of the Demon King's Army! Lord Tyrea will reign at the top of this world."

"Also, I'm sorry. Uh, I don't know what to say about me..."

"Yes, sir. Because that's enough controversy. You don't have to upgrade the conditioning anyway. So you don't have to even think about raising taxes. Ol, you got it?

"Ha, ha. I thank Lord Tyrea for his warmth. Ugh, this will finally make our Division II decent."

Ol bows his head in tears. Ol, that was a terrible push-up from everyone. I'm glad we just solved it. Now you won't even steal money from your parents' territory. Tax rates should also be decent.

I went to the kids who were brought in as hostages to tell them that the tax rate had dropped.

When I get back to my room,

"Don't move! If you move, I'll kill you!

"Ho!?"

Several children have surrounded me, generating magic bullets and threatening me. Usako and the others are frightened in the corner of the room, and what the hell is going on!