Malkoy de Marseille thought he was not a welco presence for the marshal's staff.
There were countless organizations that handled information in the world, but there were no organizations in the world that could welco outsiders who rolled in endlessly.
Many of the outsiders are from the imperial army, despised by the Leonbergs.
I thought the extent of blatant harassnt and bullying would follow, of course.
But it wasn't.
The marshals' staff did not welco him, but that did not an they would leave him alone.
It was a embarrassingly grave response to the expectation of having a garden and harassnt.
Malkoy found out why, even after he was assigned to the marshal, ti passed.
There was a line in front of his eyes.
One docunt was not very important, but the amount was enormous.
It was really strange.
I categorized the paperwork all day, but I couldn't understand why the sa amount of paperwork was in front of my eyes in the morning.
No, I wasn't actually curious.
Right now I just thought I should get out of here.
I looked at the paperwork all day and it looked like a black stain on my eyeballs. The back of his neck was stiff as a stone, and his back squeaked.
It was no longer a herd.
I looked around when I was drooling. Fortunately, no one cared about him.
Malkoy stood up quietly. I walked out of my seat with a glance.
It was only after I left the enemy's building that I held my breath.
"Whoo."
I let go of my squeaking body with a long breath. Then I looked inside the marshal.
Apart from the on-call knights and guards, everyone fell asleep, and the enemy's building was only bright.
"Are Leonberg's staff always working like this? "
"The kingdom is suffering from a chronic shortage of manpower. "
At that ti, I heard a rustling voice behind my back.
Turning around, the marshal stood with his back.
"For many years the kingdom was imperfect, and all the wise and all the mighty beca silver. So no matter what you do, there's always a shortage of people. "
In the words of the marshal, Malkoy nodded unwittingly.
For over a hundred years the empire has oppressed the kingdom. In the anti, it was not so strange even if the talent's seed was dry.
"If the circumstances had not been the case, no matter how much the Prince asked, I would not have accepted you. "
"I just want to thank you for your acceptance. "
"Thanksgiving is what His Royal Highness should do. "
The scoundrel asked him if there was any inconvenience.
He shakes his head, and the crew asks a few questions afterwards. Most of these were questions of making sure they were well adapted to the marshal.
"Thank goodness. This is enough to get you off duty and start working in earnest. "
"Wouldn't you say sothing about ? "
"Why are you from? The empires have no recourse to Marseille. Rather, I felt it when I got sick. "
The marshal says Malkoi is eaten three tis a day.
Not long ago, I was reluctant to tell my crew about my past as a forward prisoner.
Thank you very much.
The crew mber was a reliable and dependable person, unlike soone who had blackened himself in the fort.
I thought so.
But it was a premature judgnt.
When he regained consciousness, he sat back in front of his desk.
"Congratulations. From today on, you are the real Chief of Staff of the Enemy. "
In front of his eyes, he smiled generously and said he would handle the right information from today.
Obviously, he was on his way back to the royal palace after work.
"Here we go. I have to report to His Majesty by noon tomorrow at the latest. "
The marshal laughed and said,
With a unique generous face.
But the feeling was different. The smile I felt before was just mild and relaxed, but now I feel cunning.
"Just in case, I have to report at noon tomorrow morning, which ans that the big deal has to be over by tomorrow morning. "
The crewmber who said so returned to his place.
Malkoy, who was staring at the back of his head, made an impression on Warak.
From then on it was a start.
Malcolm had to stay up all night in a pile of paperwork.
Ginny was a luxury, and sleeping was a sin.
A day like hell.
In recognition of being a little early, he uttered a profane greeting to himself who thought he wanted to expand his abilities.
I didn't know it then.
Recognition from the Enemy ans you suffer enough to die.
I was living in pain for a day, and the crew made a welco offer.
"I'm going to see His Majesty. Would you like to co with ? "
Now that I've adjusted, Malcolm nods without hesitation.
If I could get out of here, I didn't care if I was on my way to see the devil, not the prince.
He was able to escape from the marshal after such a long ti.
"Do you have any other business to attend to? "
Malkoy asked the crew mber who was feeling better after drinking the outside air.
"It is suspicious that His Majesty was silent. "
The marshal said with a dull face.
"You're never as quiet as you are right now. "
The prince is strangely silent when he writes that he will sohow make an excuse and go to the battlefield, so he feels reassured to check with his own eyes, and the crewmber frowns at the impression of elongation.
"You should know that if you want to keep His Royal Highness for a long ti. "
"What do you an? "
"When His Majesty is silent, it is ti to be most careful. "
The crewmber who said that struck the nonderly.
"At that ti, the 10th Army was trying to do sothing, or it would have already done sothing. "
No matter how serious the tone of the crew is, Malkoy nods, hoping to rember how many tis.
During that conversation, Malcolm and his crew were able to arrive at the palace of the prince.
The face of the crewmber who saw the door of the firmly closed palace was firmly fixed.
"Why did the door lock at this early hour, and where else did the court guard go? "
The crew loudly announced the visit.
Profit.
Soon after, the door of the palace, which was firmly locked, opened. And beyond that, a man whistled into his head.
"Ah, you're a marshal. "
Malkoi was also a man who had seen him a few tis.
Bernardo Eli.
A direct knight of the prince, he was the man who received the title of a gifted lion awarded only to knights who stood at the apex of Leonberg's knights.
By the way,
"Why does the face of Confucius look like that again? "
It was so ssed up that it didn't fit the na of the glorious Gift Lion.
A bruise on both eyes, sporadic hair. Lips burst. Under the nose, the blood flows to the bay.
"Once you co inside, I know. "
The marshal's words make Bernardo Eli rattle.
Then I opened the door.
Jaw.
The marshal and Malkoy followed Bernardo Eli into the palace.
"What is this..."
A moaning gushed out of the mouth of the marshal.
Malkoy also looked around with a frightening face.
Cracked floors, cracked buildings, and all over the place.
It was hard to find a good place even if I looked here and there.
It was a matter of no distinction whether this was the palace where the prince of a nation lived or the ruins of war.
But there was sothing really bizarre.
Knights were everywhere.
So lay like laundry on a clean truncated wooden nest, others lying half-buried in a deep pit like dead bodies. So fell on a broken marble floor in trouble.
Malcolm finds one of them familiar and his eyes widen.
"Percival?"
I couldn't figure out why his deputy, who knew he was on the wire, was here at the ti.
It was buried in the dirt and buried alive.
"I'm just getting so rest. "
Then I heard an arrogant voice.
It was the voice of the prince, Idrian Leonberger.
Malkoy's eyes, turning his head, caught sight of the Prince.
Above the glorious blonde, the dirt was scattered, and the sweaty clothes were torn away.
Compared to the appearance of the others who beca vines, the prince did not look clean either.
"Sire, what the hell were you doing in here? "
When the marshal asks, the prince grows impatient.
"Don't you see? I'm training."
"Then why are they..."
"They're resting. "
"It seems to that I was seriously injured and confused. "
The natural virtuous answer was outrageous.
Then the prince frowned and said,
"If anyone faints, answer . "
Of course the answer was not heard.
"Look. Nobody fainted, right? "
In the words of the prince who was not like a horse, the marshal laughed in vain.
"But what brings you here? "
In response to the prince's question, the marshal ca late.
"I ca because I was worried that you wouldn't show yourself outside the palace. "
The prince laughed at that eloquent expression.
"It's been a long ti since I've been here to see what happened. "
"Hmmm."
The crew coughed in vain.
"As you can see, I didn't sneak out of the palace, and I didn't have any other accidents in particular. There's nothing different than usual. "
In the words of the prince, the marshal's gaze swept around.
"You know, that's weird. I think the view of the palace looks so different than usual. "
"I was just a little screwed up because I was so passionate about training. "
"I've been worried about what you're going to say when you see this. Even now, I will call soone to repair the palace. "
The prince shakes his head.
"Later. I'll ruin it again anyway. "
"What does that an..."
"It's ti. "
Before the marshal's words were finished, the prince looked around and said small.
"Everybody get up. Break ti is over. "
No one got up.
"Stay where you are if you don't get up. "
At the sa ti as the horse, the prince lifted up his sword.
Beep beep.
At that mont, the knights who were scattered all over the place, like corpses, stood up and held their positions.
Malkoy looked at their faces.
The red-headed, black-headed knights with red cheeks, and the dark-haired knights with blushing legs, were the royal nobles with the prince, and the noble warriors of beauty and chaos were the court knights of the prince.
The n, who had a dark impression of where they were, must have been knights who followed the prince.
Even Deputy Bernardo Elie Percival, who opened the door there.
Until then, Malkoy, who thought he was going to fight again, opened his eyes.
The knights pulled their swords together and aid at the prince.
At the tip of the sword, it remained like a glowing light.
"Would you like to co in or should I go? "
The prince raised his jaw arrogantly and said:
The knights kicked the floor instead of answering.
Malcolm opens his mouth.
The knights who were struck by the sword of the prince swooped to the ground in an instant. The Paladin knights didn't make much difference.
It just lasted a little longer than the others, and they also had to roll the floor into dirt.
Ugh.
The void imdiately behind the prince was filled.
And there ca out a shadow that turned over the gray cloak.
The prince, who pushed the pacifist ruthlessly, lifted his feet.
Puck!
I want to hear the blunt noise, but the shadows bounce off in a row.
A shadow that had been rolling the floor for a long ti raised its body.
Half Elf prosecutors who followed the prince.
After turning a blind eye for a while, the fight continued.
The prince unilaterally defeated the knights.
The fallen knights stood up and ran back to the prince.
A few tis. A few more tis.
When they finally fell on the ground and did not get up, the prince stretched out his sword.
Then I looked around.
"I don't have enough. I don't have all of you. "
Malkoi's face looked nothing like that of a man who suffered from a blunder.
"Marquis."
The prince turns his head toward the enemy.
"I have sothing to ask you. "
Until then, the crew mbers who were dumb were amazed and saw the prince.
"Gather the wire lions and the gifts of the kingdom. "
"Why are they suddenly? "
So the prince took it for granted.
"Why. We have to prepare for war. "
Even a single blade should be sharper before the war.
A decisive voice with no room for compromise.
Malkoy admired the marshal's words.
'When His Majesty is silent, it is ti to be most careful. '
'At that ti, the Decade is in the process of working, or it will be after already working. '
This must have been the mont the marshal told .
"Here we go. Here are the wire and the silver lions, all the knights of the kingdom. "
The crew didn't expect the prince to do such a big job.
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