Wortenia Senki (WN)

(Anger and agony, and giving up and despair. It's a really unpleasant look with all kinds of emotions)

The knights stand behind the tax collectors in a bitter air, holding a face like a noble face. There was a man who desperately killed the laughter that went into it.

The man's name is Elliot Chamberlain. reddish brown hair on white skin. A man with relatively opportunistic physical traits in the Kingdom of Roselia, but the former United States is an English-American who lived in New York.

Although he succeeded in pushing and killing with laughter, he could not contain it until his body trembled into small pieces.

A knight standing next to him turned his gaze to the sound of the metal armor he wore making a mess.

Regardless, if you have a decent nerve, you can't enjoy the sight that plays out in front of you and watch.

If that is to be a knight with a lot of civilian ascent, then it is an exaggeration.

It is simply someone whose superiors, the Knights Commander, have ordered them not to stop the tax collectors from carrying out their duties.

Between the sense of duty to the job of saying knight and the sense of personal justice, many knights on this occasion were shaken.

But only Chamberlain was different. Yes, for him, man in the earth world has only the value of a toy with will.

Watching bugs scratch from far altitude is like a good comedy for Chamberlain.

Yes, his nature cannot be suppressed, even if he is exposed to suspicion by his peers.

Tax collectors who retain an overwhelming advantage. A civilian man who is forced to give in before that atrocity.

Hatred and mockery dominating the minds of both. And the Chamberlain's groin stiffens and strengthens with a feeling of unlimited malice and hatred.

(It has boiled down to a really good feeling... it would not be that far away if Sudo's measures were to bear fruit)

Work within Roselia, where you and your people have been ordered to work. Chamberlain now felt the fruits of that struggle firmly on his skin.

Gerhard, who was ostensibly demoted to the title in earlier civil unrest, but many of the humans belonging to the aristocracy still treat him as duke.

Despite the fact that it was transferred from the vicinity of Iraklion, famous as one of the leading barn zones in the Kingdom of Roselia, to a remote area in the southern part of the Kingdom.

The topical title is certainly not important.

In fact, it is an indisputable fact that lowering the title to the Viscount was a great pain and disgrace for the Duke of Gerhardt.

It can also be taken for granted that a considerable number of nobles tried to distance themselves from the Duke of Gerhardt shortly after the end of the civil unrest.

But that's just a joke now too.

Once again, a subspecies like the baron who had ordained this temporary tax collector gathered under Gerhardt, led by a moth lamp named Rights.

And whoever Teng himself created the flow is this Elliot Chamberlain and his companions.

(Mr. Sudo also orders me to do a really enjoyable job. This is exactly what combines hobbies with benefits. I wish Sudo could have enjoyed it with me if he could)

Chamberlain was deeply appreciative of Sudo, who now left far away for the imperial capital of Ortomere. And at the same time, I was deeply sorry that my beloved boss would miss the biggest show of this comedy.

(But, well, can't we do more than Oltomere does? Well good, let's just enjoy it till Sudo's minute)

For him, I'm looking forward to seeing the inhabitants of this world hate each other and kill each other.

(Kill him. More suffering, hating and killing each other. die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die...

It is the delusion that man possesses, who has been unharmed from what he loves.

Seven years ago, Elliot Chamberlain, who continued to hang out with market trends on Wall Street every day, was recalled to this world with her lover Banessa for whatever reason.

Beautiful looking woman and doer businessman. As the protagonist of the story, it can be described as a really common setting.

A brave man recalled with his beloved girlfriend. And beautiful warrants trying to break in between the two. It's really used up as a story setup.

But reality doesn't look like a story.

It was not the brave men who were required by Chamberlain to train Hell as a comma of war convenient to hear the replacement, and Banessa, who was acting as a model, was regarded not as a warrior but as a hairy unusual toy of the nobles because of its beauty.

Especially unlucky was that the nobles who toyed with this banessa were the bearers of a distorted personality who felt above all pleasure in hearing others scream. And it was that he was a liberal like Banessa actively campaigning on charity activities and human rights issues beside the model industry.

If you try them, Banessa is just a toothy prey. The more highly educated and highly educated Benessa talked about their rights as abusive people, the more delighted she was to twist it down with force and make her scream.

The logic is that it is more fun to deal with some teething defiant prey than with submissive unwilling puppets.

As a result, Banessa's heart was shattered and scattered as she continued to be subjected to tortured assaults that could never end. And the light of will went out of his eyes, and he drowned his saliva from his half-opened mouth, like a doll, and the nobles threw it into Chamberlain, saying that there was nothing like a broken toy. For nothing, as if throwing away raw garbage.

They are particularly powerful among the nobles because they have been able to procure as many people as they can for toys.

And Chamberlain, who had nothing more to offer than to carve and submit to the curse, continued to be shown the sight.

If I tried to be nobles, I couldn't help but enjoy watching Chamberlain suffer and cry when he assaulted his lover.

Crying beloved lover. Himself, who can't help but watch that sight repeated day after day in silence. It's not that hard to imagine what happened in Chamberlain's mind.

In the endless darkness. As a result, the heart of one good man who was everywhere slowly loses his sanity and breaks.

And if you don't sneak in to make me suffer any more, what's left after strangling my beloved woman with that hand is one ghost who hates everything about this world that looks like a financial businessman of a doer.

One day I will surely kill those nobles and their families. Just that as a hope of living, Chamberlain survived a hellish battlefield.

I worked out my body and got to meet the magic. I just asked for help.

That was an inappropriate dream for Chamberlain, engraved with a slave's curse. Yes, until the day you're saved by the organization.

(Yes, more. Step on it more. And buy a grudge. Buy it, buy it, buy it all over and get crushed by the weight of that grudge)

Indeed, so far the civilians have endured the tyranny of the nobility and heavy taxes. That's because nobles have the power of magic, but it's a mistake. But there are limits to that, too. It's the same thing that has endurance limits.

If you put too much pressure on it, the time will surely come to break it.

(If you really want to rebuild your country, the aristocrats should have cut it off. Your Majesty)

Chamberlain mocked Queen Lupis in her heart. From his perspective and from humans from Earth, Lupis Roselianus is just the maiden of dreams.

It burns to ideals, loves the people, and has a high standard of education in this world. Her reign could have been one of the finest in this world if it had been.

But the half-way sweetness of Lupis is ruining everything.

The failure to solemnize Viscount Gerhardt and the mere relocation of territory and fines made the nobles fantasize that rebellion would not kill them, and the civilian-oriented policy of Lupis that they subsequently took applauded it.

The nobles would have thought. Lupis Roselianus said she was a sweet woman.

Of course, fear can never be said to be the best way to govern a country. Fear grows a seed called suspicion, and eventually bears the fruit of a name called rebellion. But still, if you can lick it, it's much better to be afraid.

Because the result is the sight that spreads in front of us.

(Thanks to your halfway response, it wasn't that hard to slap nobles in the ass)

The people who had originally solidified themselves into electorate ideas. This kind of outrage had its roots in it. But still, few of them commit such atrocities in their own territory.

The people's rule is directly linked to tax revenues. Indeed, if you exaggerate your power and squeeze taxes out of the people, your income will rise temporarily. But it makes sense that the more you repeat it twice and three times, the less you get.

And security gets worse, people's minds get devastated. Then the kingdom will either crush its nobility or it will be crushed by the revolt of the people. The aristocrats understood the matter well.

So most nobles have maintained their territory, even if they look down on civilians from the bottom of their minds, while maintaining a delicate balance without letting them live or kill.

But a great name to rebuild the country and an insult to the power of Lupis Roselianus. Those two drove their aristocratic hearts crazy.

(Besides, even if the nobles who have been appointed temporary tax collectors this time are competent, there are many human beings who are humanly referred to as third-rate. It was worth ordering Gerhardt to work so that such a person could be appointed. He was a suspicious bastard in a boring spot on your asshole's ass)

Chamberlain smiles coldly at the tax collector's back from the face-to-face gap.

Chamberlain took in with the skillful discourse he had cultivated in the American era to this petty tax collector who was good at keeping himself as if he were a petty villain of lower nobility. And after gaining his credibility, he even poured verbal poison into him.

(If it feels like this, it's almost two to three months later. Well, until then, we need to adjust well... well, it's time for us to dance today. I feel like watching this sight a little more...)

With a glimpse of the unnecessarily crawling villagers, Chamberlain walks over beside the tax collector and gently slaps him in the ear.

Raise the dissatisfaction of the Roselian people and cause rebellion. But timing is of the utmost importance. More precisely, the time is right for the organization to get the most out of it.

And there's still no final go-sign out of the organization. We can't have too many villagers hunted down in this place right now to start a rebellion.

"My lord, these people too. Your horror should have stained you well enough. Let's pull it off around here for today..."

"Why? A little more threats, and I'll give you the money."

The tax collector tilted his neck as he turned his intoxicated eyes to Chamberlain for greed and violence.

If you try him, you'll be full of your head by calculating how much of that money you can put into your nostalgia.

"I understand. Keep it tight and they'll pay taxes. But if it is too tight and even revolted, it will affect your progress and retreat. It would be better for you to pull this off once and for all."

Preservation and greed shake the taxpayer's mind.

I want money, but I don't have the guts to wear mud.

"Hmm... if you say so much, fine. Let's try to pull it up today."

Eventually, the silent tax collector snorts reluctantly at Chamberlain's words for a few seconds as to whether a word has worked that will affect His Excellency's progress and retreat.

(You idiot. There's no way these guys are going to be grateful to the extent that I've loosened the tightening slightly now)

"Thank you, my lord. Your mercy must be..."

Chamberlain, while making a fool of the tax collector's words in his heart, bows his head in great relief to show his gratitude.

And then I bowed my head to express my gratitude, and that's when it happened.

The sharp sound of the arrows cutting the wind echoes in Chamberlain's ears.

And the next moment, two arrows pierced the taxpayer's brain.

"My lord! My lord!

"Protect Your Excellency!

"Form a circle. Hurry! Rebellion! Rebellion!"

The knights of escorts rush one after the other to the tax collectors who fall on the earth.

In the meantime Chamberlain was just one person, keeping calm. There are no pieces left in Chamberlain today, such as emotions as people. I just play it if I have to.

But now there was no respite for acting like that.

(Shit! Immediate death...)

Chamberlain, whose pulse was checked with his hand around the taxpayer's neck, smacks his tongue small.

Whatever the tool to have him die, if this tax collector dies on this occasion now, the organization's plan will have to be greatly modified.

When this happens, the question is who killed this guy for what?

Arrows pulled from the forehead can be bought anywhere in the city. Mass produced without distinctive features. But there is a black viscous liquid creeping into the arrow.

Chamberlain softly spit it out as he reapplied it at the tip of his tongue, trying to softly soak it up with his fingertips.

(That's poison... this guy got into trouble)

Although it is not possible to identify even the type of poison, the bitter taste that stimulates the tongue is a characteristic commonly found in plant-based poison. That's a pretty powerful poison, too.

(If you used poison, you may not be a peasant. But then who?

The direction in which the arrows flew is definitely beyond the walls the peasants make. Even if you look at the arrow stabbed in the taxpayer's head, the direction of the arrow that flew is certain. Who will say what the problem will be later?

Normally, it looks like one of the peasants shot out a tax collector to clear his grudges. But when it came to using poison arrows, it was dangerous for the peasants to determine who did it.

confusing surroundings.

Chamberlain proceeds with reasoning, surrounded by the walls of shields created by the knights.

"Hey, Chamberlain, what do we do! Something sucks!

One of my colleagues rocked Chamberlain's shoulder thinking.

Is it because of fear that the hand is shaking slightly?

"What the hell is going on? Shut up a little..."

I see the faces of the murderous peasants in Chamberlain's eyes with his face raised.

Men, women, children, old men, it is the intent to kill that dwells in their eyes.

I guess I was originally in the corner of my mind ready for rebellion. At some point in their hands they were gripped with agricultural tools such as bamboo and bamboo.

"I see... is this what you're after"

Chamberlain muttered small to sigh.

A tax collector was shot through by an arrow and died. It's in this village, too.

It is understandable that no matter how bad the villagers' heads are, they cannot be heard where they claim to be irrelevant in this situation.

I just sued the country for nothing. Because it is noble to judge at all costs. I wouldn't be willing to listen to the peasants at all.

If I am guilty, I see the conclusion. The villagers understand that. And even more hateful flames stir them up like that.

There are no chills or shards in the villagers today. There is a mad enthusiasm like a beast.

The peasants who surround the knights in circles and narrow their circles. Their aim is the lives of the Chamberlains.

"This one let me in, six. There are at least one hundred villagers. Very clean to prevent."

The knights retain enough strength to be alone. But that is also true because mind and flesh are the best situations.

The opponent is a people of his country. Besides, they're stranded rats. If we are to end up saying the same death, we are ready to take the knights' necks, fight and die.

I don't think the knights can perform normally under this circumstance against such an enemy.

"I have no choice. I can't help but break through. Follow me if you want to survive."

To the tears of his colleagues, Chamberlain answers by pulling out the sword placed on his hips.

There are only six knights who have learned magic. There is no guarantee that the fangs of villagers flocking like ants can be avoided in this situation of isolation and helplessness.

An escort mission would be enough for that amount of people, but this time it went out the back.

(This guy isn't some kind of accidental outburst. I deliberately rebelled at this time...... yummy, this guy flies all over the other villages at once)

The dissatisfaction and resentment towards the country and the nobility is well aged within Roselia.

Once there is a fire that says rebellion, it cannot be easily put out.

(No matter what you think, you can't contain the rebellion now. Rebellion at a different time than originally planned. I can't tell how this is going to affect the organization's plans... I can't help it. Do I have to contact my buddies and think about my next hand)

If the policy is decided, the readiness will also be decided.

Chamberlain began to spin the chakras to cut through the siege of the villagers.

Rebellion by the peasants in one countryside of the Kingdom of Roselia.

Initially a rebellion thought to be suppressed early, but feeding on the anxieties and grievances that were spreading throughout the country, it becomes a terrible fire and burns the entire country.

It was the dawn of the Second Rosary Civil Unrest, which would later be called the trigger of the demise of the Kingdom of Roselia.