Double Fake
"Damn it! What a prince! What a king!"
Without explanation or clarification.
Prince Daviz's soldiers enter the castle and fire bows at them.
Regardless of age or gender
Even the soldiers who had originally guarded the castle were killed.
"Let's fight! Everyone, let's fight!"
We resist with agricultural tools, but we are no match for real knights.
Still, we continue to resist.
We outnumber them.
If we can kill one person before ten people die, we can win.
But I realized it was a mistake
"Ugh..."
"What is this?"
"It stinks!"
From the royal castle
There's a rotten smell coming from upwind.
"Uoooohh!!"
At the castle gate, a man whose entire body is covered in black iron armor roars.
"Y-you rotten knight!"
"No, we can't beat him!"
A single roar crushed our will to fight.
Still, a few knights attack to take back the castle.
"Pointless, it's pointless... ah!"
He easily mowed down a knight with a large spear.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
------------------
The rebels are fleeing.
But we can't just stand by and watch.
We must pursue them, kill them, and make an example of them.
The prestige of the Shelma rests on my military might.
"General Marquez!"
"…Cyn… Cyn, thia… what... is it…?"
"The situation has changed. I will convey King Daviz's instructions."
This woman is strange
My body is rotting
The rotten smell almost drives me crazy.
Now no one likes me, no one likes to come near me.
But not this woman, Cynthia.
"What are... the orders?"
"Let them go."
"......"
I pondered
What is the intention of that order?
"Strike... the... instigator…?"
"Yes, the instigator is Eriol-sama."
"…Ridi... culous…"
"It's a fact."
Why would a young princess think like that?
"What do you... mean?"
"It seems that Eriol-sama has already become a puppet of her subordinates."
"Wouldn't it be better... to kill those subordinates?"
"It seems that Eriol-sama is giving the instructions directly. She was probably taught that way."
"Is there no choice... but to kill her?"
"Yes, this is a royal order from King Daviz."
"...Understood ...I'll ...go after her."
"Good luck, General."
"Thank... you… Cynthia."
---------------------
"What? What is that rotten thing doing?"
Marquez is seen chasing the fleeing rebels.
But he never catches up.
He appears to be in pursuit.
"Prince Daviz!"
"Cynthia! What is that guy, Marquez, doing!"
"Look at this. General Marquez found it in the pockets of the rebels."
It was a letter
It contains an order to the soldiers in the royal castle to kill me.
A formal document bearing the seal of a royal command.
The sender is...
"Eriol… It’s Eriol!"
A prince who is born of a concubine cannot become a king.
I, Eriol, of true blood, am fit to be queen.
If you agree with me, you must kill Daviz and not let him into the Capital.
I sincerely hope that you are the true loyal subjects of Shelma.
"You damn brat!"
"General Marquez went to the front to take an oath of allegiance to King Daviz, to defeat Eriol-sama, no, to defeat the traitor Eriol.''
"Kill her! Kill that bitch!"
"General Marquez alone can’t do it. I will also go to battle."
"Go! That's right, go! You too, go kill that damn brat!"
"I understand!"
"…No, wait a minute, Cynthia."
We don't know what kind of private army Eriol has.
Then let's try it here.
"Let's use the pre-calibrated samples."
"…Elfriade’s golem?"
"That's right, don't let anyone kill Eriol. Let the golem kill her."
"Why?"
"To make her regret it. One can kill a child in a single, painless breath. But it's not enough."
"How exactly do you want me to do it?"
"Slowly tear off her limbs. Can you do that? Slowly, over the course of a day."
"I understand. But what about King Daviz's protection?"
"I'm going back to my territory. This capital has no value anymore, I've become the king. The capital is where I live."
There are other reasons
To meet him.
"That Prelati guy should have finished the adjustments as well. As soon as he's finished, we'll march into the Dead Desert with it as reinforcements."
"Understood. Please be careful on the way."
Eriol
My foolish sister.
Are you making fun of me?
Are you laughing at a concubine's child?
I'll kill you
I'll kill everyone who makes fun of me
No comments:
Post a Comment