Chapter 120 – The End of Childhood
The agreement to end the war took place in Oz Castle, where traces of destruction still remain.
A total of 11 treaties were drafted with the help of a notary public, and since they were approved with the royal seal that I had taken, they had legitimate effect in the international community.
Because the demon king wanted harmony, not confrontation between species, he allowed King Oscar’s successor, Prince Tippetarius, to maintain his current status, but instead made him unable to engage in politics at all.
Then, as long as the distance between Doom Land, the home of the Demon Alliance, and the Kingdom of Oz is quite far away, the Demon King himself could not do his own home, so he placed Ozma as the governor instead of the new king on the vacant throne.
Since she had already stood out among the young demons for a long time, she was able to hold the inauguration ceremony without much noise, and Oz successfully became a colony of the demons.
Colony Oz.
It was the birth of the Governor-General of Ozma and the Governor-General of Oz.
***
On the fifth day after seeing the power of Fat Man who blew up the walls of Constantinople, the Kingdom of Oz declared unconditional surrender.
Ozma and I were invited to the safe house of Prince Tippetarius.
After being guided by the butler into a room that looked like a study, a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes rose from a chair.
This was the first time he had personally seen Prince Tippetarius, whom he had only heard about.
He is the Prince of Oz and the Duke of Dresden, because except for his youth, he rarely appeared in public, only going back and forth between his kingdom and his estate.
I was already living in seclusion when I was in the middle of going around the social world in place of my old master.
He looked emaciated and glanced at me standing next to Ozma wearing a dog-shaped mask, then bowed respectfully toward Ozma in front.
“Are you here, Governor Ozma?”
Then Ozma waved his hand as if it were annoying and said.
“Enough of the ostentation, so tell me the main point that brought me here.”
Then Prince Tippetarius glanced at her face, put down the sword she wore at her waist, and said,
“As of today, I will renounce my royal status and all the privileges that come with it. So please return to my estate in Dresden to spend the rest of my life.”
“Hoo?”
Perhaps because it was a completely unexpected proposal, Ozma voiced interest.
Prince Tippetarius, on the other hand, was staring at her regally.
Ozma asked.
“Why do you want to give up your royal status? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t mind doing anything as long as you weren’t involved in politics?”
Then Prince Tippetarius replied with a self-deprecating smile.
“With the sovereignty of the country and the liberty of the people all lost, what will the royal family do living alone? People in the world will swear at me. I want to leave this city even if I am afraid.”
Then Ozma didn’t give me an answer right away, but glanced at me.
I answered with a hint of chlorine.
‘Do as you please. He can’t get involved in the politics of this country anymore because he’s been restricted through Gears anyway. It’s literally a scarecrow.’
‘But it’s embarrassing to send it away.’
‘Then he killed.’
‘Write. Dad told me not to do that.’
Ozma had concluded that she needed to think a little more about this matter, she said to Prince Tippetarius.
“It’s a difficult question to decide right away. Can I answer this tomorrow?”
“Do as you please.”
“Then what else do you have left?”
“This mansion is a place where my memories remain. It is originally a royal villa, but since I have given up the privilege of royalty, please kindly hand over the ownership.”
“…Well, fine. I can listen to that much.”
Then Prince Tippetarius closed his eyes and bowed deeply to his waist.
“Thank you so much for doing such an unreasonable request. Then I have no regrets anymore.”
After saying that with a pale face, he staggered as he tried to avoid his bent back.
Seeing that, Ozma stretched out her hand as she hesitated.
“Are you sick?”
Then Prince Tippetarius, barely holding on to the desk, nodded his head and replied.
“I had a chronic illness, so I was weak since I was young.
Now that he looked like he was about to die, no matter how he looked at it, Ozma seemed to have weakened her heart and said as he sat him down in the chair himself.
“Then I’ll be gone. Rest in peace. I’ll send a doctor to the mansion if you want.”
“…I will not forget Governor Ozuma’s aftermath.”
He said that and lowered his head.
“Let’s go. Patrasche.”
“Yes.”
Kiik-
When we closed the door of the study and came out, the butler who was waiting outside led us directly to the outside of the mansion.
As I climbed into the waiting carriage that had come earlier, Ozma asked me out of the blue.
“Kaldrasch, what do you think? Do you think it’s okay to let Prince Tippetarius go?”
I answered, taking off my mask.
“Well. I guess being sick wasn’t a lie. The timing was a bit odd.”
Seeing how sick he was when he got up close, it also explains why he rarely showed his face in public.
“You want to go to Dresden for recuperation?”
“If you live in a place with good air and good water, you’ll at least feel more comfortable than Oz. There’s no one to curse at you.”
“Hmm.”
For Ozma, who still seemed to be in conflict, I came up with a solution.
“If you’re so worried, why don’t you add one more oath? If you go down to Dresden, you won’t even come near Oz after that, and you’ll be banned from doing anything related to the rebellion.”
“Oh. That’s a good idea.”
“If he’s really disillusioned and wants to go home, he’ll accept this condition. Or he’ll kick it in his back pocket.”
Since it had only been five days since the occupation of the kingdom, there was not a little resistance from the people of the Kingdom of Oz.
So, when Maou-sama returned, he left two-thirds of the troops he had originally brought with him in Oz and died.
One-third of the 15,000 soldiers were warriors from other tribes, so in fact they left the entire army of the Demon King’s army in Oz.
Thanks to that, the Four Heavenly Kings were also stranded at the same time, and now they are living in the royal castle.
Even if he pretended not to be like that, the Demon King’s love for his daughter was real.
“Then let’s send someone tomorrow to make a new oath instead of allowing us to go home. There’s no objection here, right? Kaldrash?”
“That’s my opinion, of course.”
“Huh, as expected, my fiancé.”
“No, can’t you put up with that? I’m still not used to it.”
“Then is it better to call you Treasurer?”
“Honestly, I’m burdened with a high position? Are there any lower positions than that?”
“Then why don’t you be my secretary? I’ll keep you out from under the desk.”
“…Sorry. I’ll just be the treasurer.”
The conversation continued until they arrived at Oz Castle, which is currently being used as the residence of the temporary government general.
***
After Governor Ozma had left, Prince Tippetarius, with a sickly face, sat in the fireplace-lit living room and talked to the blonde girl.
“Prince, are you really going to Dresden, leaving me alone in this mansion?”
He smiled wryly at Hero Sophia’s question and nodded his head.
“You can call me Tip, since I’m no longer a prince. Lady Sophia.”
“But to me, a prince is a prince.”
“Tip.”
Then the hero muttered “Tip” With a shy expression.
Right after that, Prince Tippetarius explained with a tired face.
“As I said last night, I have already become a mere existence, subject to the oath. Until that contract is broken, I cannot do anything related to central politics, so no one will follow me. That is why I would rather die silently in the capital. I gave up all positions and chose to return to my estate.”
“Then take me with you. I’m still too young!”
Then Prince Tippetarius shook his head slowly.
“No, Lady Sophia, you can do it. That’s why the Goddess in the sky has chosen you as a new champion. So please be courageous.”
“Courage…”
“There is no winter that does not end. And there is no eternal kingdom. Even if I disappear, the next person can take over my will. And I have chosen you as my successor, Lady Sophia.”
The warrior looked up at the prince with a weeping face.
“Prince…”
“You are no longer the bullied Sophia bullied by your stepmother. So have more confidence. Alfredo, who was my butler, will help you wholeheartedly.”
Prince Tippetarius, who had no children by not marrying her, bequeathed all he had left of Oz to her, the only hope of her kingdom.
A house, property, butler, and even a family name created to function as a different identity.
“You are now the new head of the Glorius family. Please save this kingdom.”
So said her happy but failed prince, holding out to her the ruby ring on her hand.
After a while, the hero nodded his head with a firm expression.
“If Tip says so, I’ll give it a try.”
She wore the emblem of her patriarch, which she had received from her prince, on her own hand.
“I will save a kingdom in crisis.”
