Chapter 653 – ■■’s Territory (4)
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As I have said over and over again, humans are animals of adaptation.
Human growth is another expression of survival of the fittest!
Adapting and evolving is the essence of living things and people.
So, wouldn’t it be very absurd for me to peck at a human/king type Pokemon with a 300 individual value after meeting or fighting some legendary Pokemon?
“You, do you swear to be loyal to the royal family as a friend who will share your fortune with Britannia?”
“Yes.”
Yeah~ It’s not absurd at all~. My fucking heart is trembling~.
Kneeling in front of Elizabeth’s father, I broke into a cold sweat from my back.
Following Lady Hennessis’ advice, ‘It is polite for the main character to attend the Britannia-style inauguration ceremony as late as possible’, I entered the hall full of nobles after waiting for a long time.
How many minutes has it been since he knelt down with people staring at him?
Time passes slowly, like the feeling of a soldier shot by a bullet on the battlefield, and the King of Britannia’s training shows no signs of ending. I wonder if Elise’s father came with a glass of Yakju from noon.
‘Your Highness, I’m dying…’
Shit, isn’t our King’s training too long?
Even I had to pay close attention and listen, and even respond to each comment. Maybe the creature called the king is a variant of the headmaster?
Is this really a completely different genus? They are about 98% identical in that they are old people with hair loss who stand up and recite the words of Sewol, Newol, Gao?
I’m still nervous about being in front of the king, but I hope it ends sooner rather than later.
‘Yeah, the genre of a head of state is a little different from an enemy who’s tired of fighting, isn’t it?’
To what extent, they are different from Resident Evil zombies and Ao Oni.
Even if Ao Oni runs after the Umbrella Company’s special roaring Zombie Brothers, even if the main character finds a gun and gets caught with the zombies, isn’t it the difference between an instant death and a purding head?
It’s not a matter of who is stronger. The problem with Ao Oni is that it is not something that can be won by fighting.
It’s not like turning an entire country into an enemy, and there’s no chance of winning, but what’s in front of you is Britannia appearing in human form.
Rather than saying that the king was handsome, the weight of the power and duty that this nobleman shouldered was too heavy.
‘Fuck, it was nice that the Pharaoh period ended so quickly.’
After all, I should just be a Romanian honorary nobleman.
“Lee Sang, I declare that you are the count of our country.”
Lost in my thoughts, I lowered my head happily knowing that it was finally over.
As mentioned earlier, power and force are inseparable, but their genres are different. If you go over that it is okay to hit a noble earthenware pot with a Mithril class, the prestige of the country will be thrown into the poop.
Power is the financial relationship and trust of many people——in other words, an abomination that combines military power and wealth.
“My dear, I give the Nord the family name in the name of the Britannia royal family.”
And now that ao oni is mine.
The king said, handing over a treasured sword that could be used as an heirloom—for decoration, actually.
“The 1st Earl of the Wolfheddin family, Nord Wolfheddin. Do not forget honor and practice pride.”
Receiving the sword, I stabbed the king once more, looked around at the crowd, and greeted somewhere between modesty and dignity.
It’s over now. After all, in another world, you have to reincarnate, not transfer. If you were born as the eldest son of a noble family from the beginning, you wouldn’t have to say this shit, right?
Finally though.
I had never imagined it at all, but I felt like I had a place in another world.
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“It’s Wolfheddin. That’s a good name.”
With her inauguration complete, Elizabeth, who could now formally address me, ‘I have something to discuss with a loyal nobleman,’ said Elizabeth, stroking her chin.
“It’s like a northern samurai family with wolves as their family crest. It’s a surname that gives you a sense of coolness in fighting against monsters and harsh cold.”
“Why are you trying to send me to the barren northern land?”
Wait a minute. Wouldn’t it be okay if it was near Danane’s parents’ house in the north?
… No, not too much It would be a catastrophe if I was lying around naked with the other wives when my mother-in-law’s couple came without contact.
“Do you like it anyway? As I said before, the inauguration ceremony was splendid.”
“I think the princess should also think about the recipient when giving gifts from now on.”
“Did you think about it? Were you burdened?”
“This princess is real.”
They said it was gorgeous, but it was really gorgeous.
At Britannia’s inauguration ceremony, it is said that the three weeks of leisure is almost the greatest honor.
It’s an important event enough to imply to the people who received the invitation that you need to prepare for at least three weeks to attend this event.
But apply that to the inauguration of a commoner noble?
It’s not impossible given the nature of Britannia, and the title of a master who can pump out my aura must have lowered my sense of resistance. But even so, it would be more amazing if I didn’t get glare.
‘Honestly, if it wasn’t this much, my burden would have been much less.’
I came to know that it was a sports day to listen to the principal’s instruction, but it was a fucking Olympics opening ceremony, right?
Thanks to this, it was crowded with aristocrats from home and abroad, and there were not a few jealous or dissatisfied gazes saying, ‘What is that bastard like to be treated like that?’
And Mr. C, a well-known figure abroad, said that while smirking at her trumpeted tea leaves, which even her first princess kept and cherished.
〈Suppress dissatisfaction with more power. That’s the only answer.〉
〈… For example?〉
Saying that, the old gentleman smirked.
Hit. Mr. ‘Cornelius Lee Shibal, why are you here?
〈No matter how busy I am, I can’t make it to the inauguration schedule of my best benefactor. I had 3 weeks, but it’s not difficult to make time for 2 days.” You see. Thanks to that, it was fun to see the idiots who acted like fucks, saying, ‘Are you stupid like a count?’ This is the true taste of Baek… ! I felt like a 5th grade civil servant (a relative is the Prime Minister), so to be honest, I almost got drunk with power. Power in money, back in power, nothing is missing. “Honestly, I was very surprised.” And Elisabeth smiled aristocratically at her unwanted guest. I didn’t even invite this old man, but did you use money and power to ripped off the invitation? It’s so damn great. How else did the nobleman called the official work? You will be 100% photographed by the princess, but isn’t it only possible if you quit your public life or have the confidence not to be caught? Or was it that being photographed by the princess was better than being exposed to the weakness caught by this old man? The aristocratic political scene is scary. Elizabeth said with the dignity of a true princess. ‘It could be said that the dissatisfaction was put to rest, or conversely, loyal nobles were planted in the backbone of foreign countries. Isn’t it the way that an individual’s ability differs in how to deal with such public opinion?〉 Haha! Don’t worry. I will cut off the flies that annoy Lord Nord without knowing my situation. You can focus on your own work without worrying about the princess.〉 Stop! Please don’t fight because of me! I had to hold back from wanting to shout like a female lead in a 2000s drama. Shit, why don’t you fight while holding on to the collar. Your tone of voice doesn’t fit properly. ─Slurp!
Elisabeth, smiling with a smile, threw away her arrogance so far and shot her car. Hey, where did her husband go? Your house tomboy doesn’t manage properly?
‘Okay, Princess. I also came to draw.〉
“Can I go?”
Changing the atmosphere, the two no-look-passed my earnest plea and started a conversation.
〈What are the difficulties of working in Romania?〉
〈I can handle it on my own. First of all, there is a talented person called Optum sent by the Norse army, but a few other soldiers and volunteers are attached to the ranks——〉
Difficult conversations took place quickly in a room without a maid. Elizabeth clicked her tongue.
“It is difficult to act. Is it to this extent even with the extensive cooperation of senior-level personnel?〉
〈Thank you for the proposal, but if you haven’t laid the groundwork yet, it’s Ghana or Mana. Rather, as I initially thought, information activities through honorary nobles are better.〉
‘About Miss Tyrsi. Are you okay with smoking?〉
〈… Are you talking about the princess?〉
No matter how old he was, he could not have imagined Ergé’s thrilling adventure life.
– Hwareuk. An elderly woman winks as if she is grateful when she quickly sticks to her and lights a fire.
