Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

Morek at night, from the top of the town's tallest five-story building, overlooking the city at night.

It's like having a banquet at the top of a tower. There are lights all over the city looking down from the room.

It's a street lamp with my moonflower on set for Howe's invention.

That brightened the city and increased the number of people.

The city at night is busier than during the day, and tourists are gathering from all over the world to see the bustle of Midnight Castle and Morek.

"It's like a festival."

My father, who is with me, crushed his thoughts as he watched the sight under his eyes.

Yes, the festival. As Father thought, it's as busy as a big festival a year.

Unlike the festival, this is what we do every day.

It is no longer a daily sight for Morek.

"That's right, Alec, I switched the city itself with one hand. No, you're not."

"No?"

The world has changed.

Father was powerful and ran out of words in his mouth without strays and other fine dust.

"We can also say that we repainted history. Well, I have nothing to say to Alec."

"Too much praise, Father."

"That's not true. When future generations look back on history, there's no doubt that this moment was a branch of history - no, wait."

I went halfway there, and Father put his hands around me.

It's a gesture that feels like stopping me if I just look at the gesture, but it actually unilaterally stops my father from talking.

Father thinking as he kneels his hand and pinches his chin with his other hand.

What do you think so much? If you think

"Alec will continue to do things to this extent. So it's not gonna be a watershed in history? Alec's birth itself has already changed history."

My father was my usual father.

"Alec, he's a sinful man."

"Yes?"

"Don't bully too many historians."

"So lift it too much, Father."

I smiled bitterly at my father's, but it was the usual thing, so I let it flow lightly.

For a while, my father and I watched the streets, and one of my maids came.

"My lord, my lord"

"What's going on?

"From His Majesty the Emperor to your husband"

The maid said so and gave me a seal with the Emperor's seal on it.

It's unusual for Eliza to do this, but I took out the contents of the seal and read it.

"What?"

"Looks like I'm coming to the city of Molek tomorrow. He told me to show him around."

"Will Your Majesty come (,,)"

I snort.

There's no waste in words, Father, I understood everything in just a moment.

It's not a patience Eliza, it's not a maid Eliza.

This is how I bothered to contact you and show you around.

Emperor, I mean Elizabeth Sea Forsyth.

The next night, the entrance to the city of Molek

Behind us is the city of Morec, a city of brightness that looks like daylight, and tourists and wild horses to its inhabitants.

A god guarded by the Emperor SS from the front, the emperor on it, is coming at me.

majestic and magnificent.

An army of emperors stopped moving forward just before the city.

I went forward, out in front of the divine, and took a knee courtesy according to the courtesy.

"I've been waiting for you, Your Majesty"

"Raise your face, Sir Alexander. There is no need for Sir to drown his head behind him."

"Thank you Happiness"

Until this point, it's a regular event.

I hope I acted as courtesy and Eliza didn't have to, that I would be thankful and happy.

If the opponent is in Emperor Mode, it is necessary to follow this procedure.

While doing so, Eliza got off the shrine.

He wraps his emperor's clothes around, walks on both his own feet, and comes before me.

"Show me the light, Sir Alexander."

The wild horse behind me bothered.

The light, the rhetoric of it, leaks a slight cheer.

I led Eliza into the city like a restaurant clerk.

The wild horse's hedge cracks, proceeding through it with Eliza.

Eliza continues with a view of Midnight Castle and Morek, keeping the majesty of the emperor in full force.

It was slower than walking normally.

To preserve majesty, or because we observe it carefully?

Or to show the people what an emperor looks like?

Eliza walked at about half the usual speed.

Eventually, about 100 meters down the boulevard, Eliza stopped.

"That's just great, Sir Alexander. This is no longer the New World, the ideal home on earth"

A slight cheer grew.

Excited, also mixed.

The emperor, who from the people is none other than the inhabitants of heaven, praises the city in which they live.

Naturally it excites me.

"Sir's power, isn't it?"

Eliza approached one of the street lights and gently touched the part of the column, looking up at the part of the light.

"Thank you Happiness"

"Sometimes, have you named this yet?

"Name, is it?

It's the thought of Eliza getting her void poked at the question.

Street lights are street lights, there was no idea to name them.

I answered honestly.

"No, not yet"

I see. Let's give him a name.

The excitement and cheer got a little louder again.

The very act of naming, just as I have done, makes sense.

Even if it is physically powerless, it is enough to have a foil on it, sometimes adding authority.

That's what naming by the emperor is all about.

"I thank His Majesty for his willingness."

"National father lamp, no, you're hard. Alexander...... long"

After crushing a bump and something, Eliza looks me straight in the face and releases good as half-declared.

"Alec's light, so what do you say?

"Your Majesty, it..."

I frowned.

That's embarrassing.

"I hear it was released."

"No, that's who I asked..."

"Do you know anything about Emperor Callus?

Eliza, who has blocked my words.

Cals emperor... only.

"Do you mean His Majesty Callus III, who was called the ancestor of Empire Chung Hsing?"

"Uhm. Emperor Kallus didn't just return a shrugged empire to less than half once, he spread it beyond the full season - without having to lecture Sir"

Eliza is right.

This level of talk is common sense. You don't have to ask the Sword of the Wise to talk about the levels that are in your head with common sense.

Why would Eliza do that right now?

"Its a culus emperor, but I've never been on the battlefield in my life. I've never waved a sword and killed one of my soldiers."

"Yes......"

That's another famous story.

"If you apply Sir's reasoning, don't assume that Emperor Kallus' achievements are not those of Emperor Kallus"

"Ah..."

Is that the story?

"These lights, they commanded me to make them. I gave you direction, that's for sure."

"Yes."

"If so, this was such a feat. History does."

……

"Sir Alexander."

Eliza looked at me.

Serious at all times, with strong eyes.

"I have made a name for it in history, and I want to see it in the rest"

"... ok"

Eliza also makes sense.

I accepted Eliza's words and accepted that this be named "Alec's Light".

Then, as soon as possible.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!

There was a great cheer in the city of Molek.

"Behold, the people wanted it, too. Let's put that name in history."

Eliza delicately explained her cheer with a Doya face.