Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

"I propose the occupation of the Principality of Triden by the coalition of nations as a gift to the Demonic Nation"

The hall of sight, which had been destroyed by the giants, was useless, and the hall of sight lumped into another room, which was suddenly safe.

The voice of the brave men who sounded there froze not only the nobles who lived side by side with the size and content of their voices, but even the kings who bound the kingdom of the Holy King.

With the look on his face just saying what the hell he was going to say, he accidentally silenced some of the near-stuffed aristocrats with his gaze alone, and Yonghui glanced at the king sitting on the throne from the center of the hall of sight.

"Work more than kings on nations in the land of men. And I, the brave one, want to borrow 50,000 soldiers from the Holy King."

Fifty thousand is a great army.

Approximately a quarter of the total number of soldiers held by the Holy King.

It is a number that cannot be moved, but the brave demanded that number as if it were nothing.

"Wait, Lord Brave."

Whether it is in the content of the words of the brave, or from the fear that comes from being gazed upon, the king of the Holy King tries to stop the words of the brave as he trembles his body.

But Yonghui ignored such a king's actions and thoughts, and said away.

"King, do you doubt my word, which has given you the credentials of a braver than God?

Having, if you say, it is not surprising to be certified by church officials as having the will to rebel against God as it is.

It follows the path to immediate ruin, even if it is the Lord of one country.

That is why the king immediately denied the words of the brave.

"That's not true, but brave man. The Principality of Triden has long served as a shield for stopping demonic invasions on the human continent. This is a country that has always done its part in the battle against the Demons. Such as it gives to the Demons..."

"Aren't you saying you doubt that?

And the king hath no word to return unto the words of a brave man that saith without a nibble.

But if we pull it off here, the Holy King will lead the surrounding nations and there will be no other way out than to declare war on the Duchy of Triden.

Even though the threat of the Demon King has not been established, it is clear that this is not the case if we are at war between peoples at this time, and we cannot pull it off as kings.

In the sight of the king, who tried to utter his words on top of each other, Yonghui laid his hands on the holy sword, which was slowly resting on his hips, and pulled it out.

Pull out the sword in front of the king.

That is an indisputable and disrespectful act, one that should have been seized on the spot by the guards packing it on the spot.

But nobody tries to move.

Intention existed there in two ways.

One is those who have already affirmed the words of the brave.

Some have been rooted in brave men from the beginning, and those who cannot take action to say that they are against the authority of brave men in this setting now.

The other is those who understand that even if they move, they cannot act on the brave.

The power of the brave, called to confront a being equipped with unimaginable powers, called the Demon King, far outweighs the power of the human race.

Those who think there is nothing but futility in putting up with their brave opponents.

"Do you prefer to turn against me here and let me kill you? Or, in the name of the brave, shall we take up those who give unto the devil tribe? May I have your answer, my king?"

A brave man who presses the king to make a choice by clinging to the cutting-edge of the sword he has pulled out.

The king looks around the left and right of the room, but no one as one tries to save the king.

Even if I were, I'd probably have been truncated under one sword by a brave man.

The king, who had been made to understand so much that he did not like it, eventually nodded and showed it with a bluish, sweaty face.

"Wow, okay... in the name of the brave, let's discuss the Principality of Triden, which does harm to the people"

Maybe the history of the Holy King, which goes on longer than it used to be, ends in his own generation.

With such thoughts, the king is disappointed to see if his life was nevertheless spared.

The brave man smiled terribly satisfied as he saw a king who wouldn't even try to look up with his face drooling like that.

"Hey, can I just leave that one there?

It was a young man who asked.

The purple hair is stretched long enough around the back of the knee to wear a truly pure white piercing jacket.

On a slightly pointed ear, a thin, neat face.

Purple eyes, like hair, host some naughty light.

I'd feel that way if they told me I was a youth, but the atmosphere seems convincing if they told me I was a boy.

"... not very well..."

The answer was one woman who naturally flushed her long green hair and wore a pure white piercing coat.

He wears an arm in front of his chest, looks difficult and sees footage being shown in a space with nothing in front of him.

It is a scene that is reflected there between the sights of the Holy King.

The depth of the crease between the women's brows is getting deeper and deeper from around where the brave men have pulled out their swords and begun to blackmail the king.

"This time, people pulled Baba."

In contrast to a woman with green hair, the one with a slight grin is a skinny man who all-backs his shorter blonde hair and still wears a pure white piercing coat.

Those ears are as long and pointed as a dagger blade.

"Shut up. If you have time to sit here, why don't you just finish choosing the brave ones?"

"That being said, this time, unlike you, it's very grainy. It's hard to choose."

"... something catastrophic or something and destroy about half of it..."

When it's about them, the spewing curse word stays cursed.

The curse that broke out struck a blonde man whose words were turned as they were.

But the blonde man erases that curse thrown up by the green-haired woman by tapping it with one hand as if to get rid of it even with a fly.

The green-haired woman watching it smashed her tongue a little.

"But can we really let it go that way, people's? If you do badly, isn't that what destroys the Demons on their own before they move?

"I'm worried about that..."

"If so."

"But...... that Triden adventurer. It's probably the Lord's money, isn't it?

A word from a green-haired woman solidifies the atmosphere on the spot.

The blonde man stretches his face, and the purple-haired man turns a slight laugh off his face for a grumpy look.

"That's not likely."

"I have all that fighting power. I'm guessing it's not just a human race."

"I mean, the Lord's been interfering with our game, right?"

"If it's true...... that's a hassle"

The blonde man says so, but the green-haired woman nods one and then goes on to say it.

"The people of those worlds weigh very heavily on the brave, the beings who say. And the brave man hostiled the kingdom where the Lord's breath would be. This is a beating, but it should also be a means of cutting off interference from the Lord here."

"I mean, what does that mean?

Asked by a purple-haired man, the green-haired woman answers.

"For every interference of the Lord, wipe the Principality of Triden off the map with the power of the brave and the armies of the people"

She said without any feelings that her life would be lost in 10,000 units if it were realized.

"It's too violent. If you fail, you won't get your points back, will you?

The woman with green hair told the blonde to take her chances.

"That's why it's a beating. Failure to do so will now lead to the Lord's breathtaking array, who has even retreated from the demonic invasion."

"I see. As long as I continue to live on a human continent, I can't help it."

"Yep. And on the contrary, if the brave man wins, it should now be possible to turn all his power against the Demons."

In other words, if you win a beating, you won't lose a lot, he wants to say.

"Besides, this time the brave man feels the hassle is too harsh."

The green-haired woman whispered so as she sighed.

I knew you thought so, and the two men nod.

"So even if you lose, it's probably possible to have the Church dream again, even though it's great there, and have another brave summons"

According to the calculations of the green-haired woman, even after the outbreak of the war between the Holy King and the Principality of Triden and the end of the war with both sides quite exhausted, there should have been enough leeway left to carry out another brave summons.

All you need is the surgeon and the magic used for the surgery.

All you have to do is consume a few resources.

"To carry out this conquest in the name of God with the brave?

If the brave lose, the authority of that name and the prestige of the goddess who chose the brave will fall to the earth.

A blonde man who wonders if it exists at that point in time, such as something that lends an ear to the divine trust of a goddess who has tailored the one who just mischievously causes confusion to the brave.

To the man, she spoke harshly.

"The brave man, invaded by the poison of the heartless, had already lost his sanity, and he could not even reach my voice and be moved by paranoia, but he deceived his name."

"I see, that sounds like it"

A blonde man who says it like he's impressed.

The green-haired woman who heard that said as if she was offended.

"It's not what it looks like, it's what it is."

"You think that such an absurd thing is a goddess who saves the weak, loves justice and guides the brave? It's a bad joke. I can't stop sympathizing with people."

"Not at all. Isn't he much more like a demon king than a demon king?

Ihihi, and a man with purple hair who laughs.

"Who is the Demon King? I am a clean goddess.... So that's it, demon god. I was wondering if you'd like me to give it a little relief until it's over..."

"Fine. Until we settle, we just need to loosen our hands on that invasion, okay? If we attack right now, we're going to be able to play it out of the game, but then it's not Tumaranai."

"I think the choice of pawn is in the game, too, but, well, I can't help it. Does that make the invasion of our Elf country, the mixed race, the Dragon Nation more intense?

"That's it, hey"

The purple-haired man turns from a smile to a slightly troubled look.

"Hey, there's not a lot going on here either. It's where you're replenishing your power now, isn't it? So I was wondering how things were going for a while."

"Oh, what happened?

A purple-haired man with a grumpy expression on his blonde hair asking.

"You're not gonna tell me, are you?

"Is that true, too? Don't get bored with the game if you know what's inside."

The blonde man, who pulled lightly and showed him, turned his back on the two of them just saying that the conversation was over.

"Then let's go back to the selection process for the brave. We both need you to solve the problem and move on with the game."

"Extra help"

"Even if you don't tell me, I'll try to get back on track. Come on."

After hearing the two replies, he waved once again and the blonde man disappeared.

Perhaps you're going to go back to your space and start selecting people who look interesting if you make them brave, out of the countless elves you're in as you declared.

In this case, talent, background, etc., are secondary.

It's just that fun is a priority.

First, the administrator makes the selection, so it doesn't matter if the talent, etc. is followed.

"Then I guess I'll go back too. There's a lot that needs to be done."

"Take care. Keep your word."

"I know. Call me as soon as you're done. We shouldn't be buying time or anything, right?

"I won't!

To a woman with green hair who waved her hands firmly, the purple-haired man waved with laughter and disappeared so that his appearance could be dismissed.

The goddess, who had been staring at that disappeared space for a while, eventually shrugged her gaze back into the space where she was still streaming the footage as she exhaled heavily.

"Later on... even if I can't do it slightly, it's easier to do something with this idiot..."

However, the goddess thinks bitterly that in order to manipulate a brave man physically, he will probably have to pull the poison planted by the Lord's breathing array out of the brave man's body.

If you don't, it is likely that you will wipe out the Duchy of Triden for each array and soon become infidel and drawn back again, even if you are somewhat in a better mood.

"If I treat you directly, I think I can pull it out... I don't want to get too close to you, you brave guy"

The fact that a shot was fired in gratitude to her, the goddess, was deeply engraved in the memory of the goddess.

That's why the goddess doesn't like to call it the poison of the effect of making it impossible to leave only functions halfway through the act.

If you had broken every function well, maybe the brave gave up too.

But in the current situation, where only the functions remain exactly, if you go directly to the brave and treat them, you may turn your accumulated substitutes to yourself again as soon as the poison comes out.

Last time it was still a state of soul, accidentally attacking it didn't make a big deal, but this time the brave man is firmly fleshy, so if he eats the blow of the goddess, he dies light.

It's not even a joke that you've ruined the pawn of your own faction yourself.

That's why the goddess needed to find a way to detoxify her so she wouldn't have to go near the brave.

"Look out for a priest who could be a saint or a saint... if I focus on the premise of breaking... I can manage with a rinse..."

The goddess of the people who whine about bumps and outrageous things in a natural way.

But if there was anything to see beside it, it would not have seemed like a goddess.