The End of a Foolish King
The king of this country, ensnared by Talat's threads, couldn't move.
What should I do with him?
"Lily, may I have that?"
"Oh, yes. Here you go, Plum. Is that alright, Talat?"
(Sure, I don't need it.)
"Good. ...Now, you foolish king whose name I don't even know, why did you call the Cursed Orb the royal family's treasure?"
"Hmph! Why should I tell you anything?"
Whoa, Plum's kick landed right in the king's solar plexus.
That looks incredibly painful.
"You have no right to refuse. I'll ask again, why did you try to steal the Cursed Orb?"
"It's obvious. It was bestowed upon my royal family. What’s wrong with taking back what was stolen from us?"
"Hmm. Do you even know what the Cursed Orb is?"
"It's a high-purity magic stone! Such a thing..."
"That is a cursed tool designed to imprison demonfolk and drain their magic, acting as a substitute for a magic stone."
"What... It could even decrease the number of demonfolk!?"
"Pathetic. Are you a human supremacist too?"
Human supremacist?
When I secretly asked Rumaja, she explained that it's the belief that the human race is the pinnacle of all beings and that other races are merely servants to humans.
How rude.
But it seems that many nobles in this country share this belief.
Especially those nobles associated with the Gaze Church I heard about before, they are fervent believers in this ideology.
Nobles are such a hassle.
"Heh, heh, heh... I don't know what you're thinking, but you should return the Cursed Orb. I might guarantee your life if you do it now."
"Hmph, what can you say while you can't even move or protect yourself?"
"I see, that's unfortunate. Hey, get rid of these people!"
As the king shouted, knives flew towards us from all directions.
It's not just one or two, but dozens of them, making it impossible to dodge!
"Kyuui!"
Oh, Talat created a wall of threads around us.
With this... wait!?
The knives stuck in the threads are melting!
These knives are poisoned!?
"Hmph, a Frost Spider as reported."
When the wall of threads disappeared, we were surrounded by a group of people dressed in black clothes and masks, hiding their bodies.
Where did they come from?
"Ah, you must be... no need to ask, the Inquisition."
"We have no obligation to answer someone who is about to die. But first, we must deal with the trash."
"Trash?"
"Yes, trash."
The masked person disappeared in an instant, and in the next moment, the king's head was severed.
Wait, aren't they on the king's side?
"Getting rid of him as soon as he's useless. Scum."
"The useless ones in this country must be eliminated. You are the main culprits."
"Useless 'ones'?"
"Yes. It's about time."
As the masked person spoke, we heard explosions in the distance.
They echoed repeatedly, getting closer and closer.
What are these people doing!?
"Your specialty, sabotage!"
"Well, I don't know what you mean. We will take our leave now..."
"Do you think you can escape?"
"!? "
Lord Sazaby had somehow gotten behind the masked person and launched a sharp slash.
The masked person barely avoided the attack and distanced themselves from him.
Even the masked group seemed surprised by this.
"No matter what you are planning, I will stop it. Descend, my soldiers!"
As Lord Sazaby shouted, the walls of the audience chamber were blown away from the outside, and people wearing armor like SF suits started pouring in.
Their weapons look like laser blades, what is this!?
"... The airborne troops of the Darshe Principality!"
"Sorry, but we had plenty of time to prepare. We were already set to take over this Capital."
What, what is this!?
I can't keep up with the conversation anymore!
What do you think about this chapter?
