Chapter 174 – 174. Problem
Magan’s body lying limp.
The moment they saw it, everyone’s bodies froze, as if time in the banquet hall itself had stopped.
This is because the supreme commander-in-chief of that country was assassinated in his own country, especially in the presence of distinguished guests from other countries.
It was like showing them how dangerous a place it was and at the same time proving their incompetence.
“Les, Resistance?”
The first to speak was the successor to the Republic of Balestan. It could also be said to be a reasonable inference.
The Clark Republic’s resistance was so famous that rumors spread to other countries.
But most were skeptical. If they can cleanly assassinate him in a place with so many powerful people, it is rather strange that the Resistance has not been able to assassinate the President until now.
It’s okay.
“It is more suspicious of the Griffin who is closest to the seat than the Resistance.”
Zornia, from the desert kingdom of German, folds her arms and casts a suspicious look toward the Griffin Kingdom.
Griffin couldn’t help but be taken aback by the blatantly hostile tone he sent.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
Princess Eleanor firmly dismisses this without wavering.
“Why us? “There is no reason for us, who came to make peace with the Clark Republic, to assassinate the President.”
“… … .”
“I know that the German Kingdom is very interested in us. “Have you been very indebted to me in the Marias Forest?”
Eleanor responds without hesitation to the Kingdom of German, who is looking for an excuse to openly slander Griffin.
Zornia pursed her lips and did not open her arms, perhaps because she felt like she was being stabbed, but Tyrn was dissatisfied with that sight itself.
“Unfold your arms and apologize.”
His mana swirls inside the banquet hall. A secret room from which you cannot escape.
A place where everyone can be each other’s eyes, but conversely, if everyone intentionally closes their eyes, it wouldn’t be strange if one more person died.
“… … .”
Despite Tyrun’s warning, Zornia just kept her chin upright and remained silent.
In the end, Tyrun couldn’t hold back his anger and stepped forward, putting pressure on his feet.
“What about the secretary?”
Deia’s words echo through the banquet hall and everyone’s attention is focused.
Deia jumped up to the President’s corpse and looked at the corpse and the surroundings.
It was a gruesome death worthy of a dictator of a country, but the secretary with emerald hair was nowhere to be seen.
“The secretary disappeared.”
As Deia spoke, others also approached the stage one by one. Deia walked around to see if there was any other way out, but there was none.
“So the secretary was an assassin?”
“Wow, there’s a chance.”
“It certainly is. “It would be more appropriate to assassinate us from within rather than us, who are guests from the outside.”
People expressing their opinions as if they are caught up in the flow. But I thought that was also subtle from Deia’s perspective.
‘Then where did the secretary go?’
If the secretary was assassinated, wouldn’t the secretary have to be here?
Doesn’t this mean that he is hiding somewhere inside the banquet hall, unable to escape to the outside?
“Lord Tyrn, please make sure to protect the princess and the saint.”
“hmm.”
Tyrn nods his head and replies not to worry. His staff, which has a sharp end resembling a spear, taps the floor to show off his presence.
“Then where is the secretary?”
“Well, that’s true too.”
“You need to calm down a bit. “Because the current situation itself is so sudden, everyone’s perspective has narrowed.”
The people talking to each other quickly regain their composure, as if they were not high-ranking people for no reason, and admit that they were in too much of a hurry.
“Are you calming down now?”
At that time, an unusual voice came from the collapsed entrance. Green hair faintly visible in the darkness outside the lights.
“secretary!”
“You just showed up.”
Unmanned personnel who step forward to respond immediately. Tom, the warlike shield of the Principality of Balestan, and Han So, the military old man of the Han Empire, take a step forward.
The secretary smiles at them and extends her hand.
“Everyone, are you fully aware of how the current situation is going?”
Her voice resonated softly yet clearly, as if enveloping my eardrums.
At the same time, I realized that I was waiting until I could hear myself properly.
On the other hand, he was making it known that he was skilled enough to hide himself in this space without being noticed by anyone.
“The President of the Republic has been assassinated. The instigator of the terrorist attack was the Griffin Kingdom, and Princess Eleanor was unable to overcome the pressure and confessed, then returned to the kingdom and committed suicide.”
“… … what?”
Eleanor frowns and glares at her as her name is suddenly mentioned.
But the secretary’s words were not over.
“The Clark Republic is outraged and begins a war against the Griffins. The Eastern Kingdom of Germany will also help us conquer the evil Assassin Nation.”
“hmm.”
Zornia of the German Kingdom listens to the story without saying a word, with her arms crossed. It was hard to tell whether he was positive or negative.
“The Emperor of the Han Empire will give strength to his testimony, and the heir of the Principality of Balestan will assassinate his father after his return. “He sat in the position of leader, but he felt burdened and handed over commander-in-chief to us.”
“That’s funny.”
“W-What?!”
Han So, the warlord of the Han Empire, and Balestan’s successor raise their voices at the same time. Since the Clark Republic was writing novels to suit their tastes, it was difficult to just ignore them.
“Um, the assassin… … .”
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Grumble. Grumble.
The noise of something crawling around echoing around. A huge number of things were moving outside the saint’s light.
“Let’s do it with you.”
The secretary’s hand pointed to a woman with short hair.
It was Deia.
“You, out of spite for the raid on North Sweden, attempted to assassinate him under a special order from the Kingdom of Griffin, and succeeded with flying colors. “You are truly amazing.”
Clap clap clap clap.
Inorganic applause.
The secretary’s faint laughter echoed from beyond the darkness.
“We felt really stupid too. “I never would have thought that Griffin would attempt to assassinate me at a time of peace.”
“Crazy bitch.”
Deia let out a word in annoyance, but the secretary shrugged and slowly walked forward.
“Okay, here’s the scenario. There may be people who don’t want it, but please don’t open your mouth. “If you don’t want to die.”
At those words, Tom of the Principality of Balestan steps forward, saying he is dumbfounded.
“That’s terrible. Don’t you know what responsibility you will have if just one of you here dies? “He was so shameless in telling us in the first place that it was a self-made play!”
“… … I see.”
While listening to Tom’s words, Deia came to a rather unpleasant realization.
That was what most people present thought, and Princess Eleanor’s expression darkened rapidly.
“Why are you doing that?”
Darius asks Deia, who sighs. He calls in Deius, who doesn’t understand at all, and his expression is tense and tense, and explains.
“Those bastards already have a way. I don’t care if the people here die. So, this secret room was created. “No one will see what they do to us.”
In addition, they made it so that no one could point a finger at the death of their leader, the president.
In the end, it was the Clark Republic that suffered the most damage.
“There is nothing to worry about. “If you don’t cooperate, we can make as many substitutes as we want.”
“Substitute?”
“Well, just think of it as fun later.”
The smiling secretary’s hand reaches forward. Her hand, the only light in the darkness, points to the saint.
“But, just two people. Saint Lucia and… … .”
The hand that had been pointing to the saint moved again, this time pointing to Deius.
“Commissioner Deius Verdi must die here and there.”
At the death sentence, Lucia clasped her hands and prayed to God, while Deius tried not to lose his expression.
“Hmm, but I need to check one thing.”
A secretary slowly enters the light and appears. Her eyes were like those of a snake, and her tongue was so long that it stuck out.
It looks completely different from what I saw on stage earlier. Everyone here could tell at once.
That she is the devil.
When this happened, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Her words, which had just sounded like nonsense, feel like the revelation of her heavy curse from the moment she realizes that he is her demon.
To that extent, the devil was an object of fear for the people of the continent.
“It’s not a confirmation, it’s giving you a chance.”
“opportunity?”
The gaze is focused directly on Deius, who asks back while tilting his head. Her eyes seemed more testing than showing mercy.
And that is clearly evident in the very next word the secretary utters.
“Are you really a memorial service?”
“… … .”
Doubt about existence itself.
In an instant, the attention of everyone in the banquet hall is focused on Deius.
The Kingdom of Griffin, who knew his true identity, could not help but be nervous, and people from other countries could not help but be interested in the secretary’s questions.
The only warlock recognized by Griffin, which completely rejects warlocks.
Of course, other countries have also done basic research on it.
“What do you mean?”
Deius tries to feign calm and straightens his back.
Seeing that, the corners of the secretary’s mouth slightly turned up.
“I’m thinking you’re not the real Deius. The intimidation, atmosphere, calmness, etc. that he had when I met him in person. “You can’t even keep up with half of it.”
“… … .”
“Well, I’ll give you a chance.”
The devil always tests humans.
Throw in options and enjoy either/or.
“Are you a memorial service? To be honest, I will spare you.”
“… … !”
“There is no need to kill a man who is not a commemorative priest in the first place.”
There is a tense silence.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on Deius, but he was still keeping a blank expression while keeping his head down.
“Ah really.”
But was even that moment of silence boring? The secretary makes another suggestion.
“Okay, then just one thing. “If you answer, I will spare your life.”
“What is it?”
“You are a memorial priest who comforts the dead. “The owner of blessed and cursed eyes that can see all souls.”
chuck.
The tip of the secretary’s long fingernail pointed to Deius’ eyes and asked.
“Where is the soul of Magan, who just passed away?”
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