The Gabira Great Nation.
The Round Table Conference Room.
An incident that hadn’t occurred in the Sharshar Kingdom for a long time has happened.
Following that incident, the number of victims continues to increase.
“Your handyman… excuse me, your ally, isn’t he going a bit too far?”
“I understand. But, I cannot stop him.”
“Well, he uses sorcery. It’s not just in our country; the absolute number of magicians is small.”
“Indeed. Someone somewhere…”
“…I tried to stop him. He was a Knight too. It was to protect the one he loved… *gulp*.”
“That’s why you’re holding us back.”
“Hear, hear! Take responsibility! Demand compensation for losses in terms of money!”
The attendees of the conference room.
Nobles and royalty from the same faction.
Nobles and royalty from hostile enemy countries.
And treacherous hypocrites who have switched sides.
It all began with the death of Knight Papeck, who tried to reclaim a woman from Rayos (King McGillis).
Merchants, treating the publicly disgraced Knight Papeck as if he never existed, entered the country.
They visited their own country and export destinations.
They sold that information for a pittance, embellishing it with their own tales.
It was whispered as a beautiful story, igniting the oversensitive sense of justice in hypocrites.
They incited the citizens, declaring, “We must strike down the root of evil nesting in the Sharshar Kingdom!”
Ignoring the guards’ pleas, they engaged in combat, breaking through and drawing their blades against Rayos.
The next day, a certain number of them were publicly displayed.
They were dealt with in the same manner as Knight Papeck.
The subjugation has failed.
“I only wanted to reclaim my love.”
“Follow that hero!”
If the subjugation doesn’t succeed, then their own beloved will be the next to be taken.
For the past week, I have been listening to reports of those going to hell in the Sharshar Kingdom today.
We gathered to put a stop to our country’s declining population.
“We will not pay any money!”
“But you will pay in some form!”
The Round Table Conferences are going in circles.
The agenda shifts to the creation of Artificial Labyrinths and Dungeons.
“Is the selection of human sacrifices poor…?”
“Or is some procedure being kept secret?”
Artificial Labyrinths and Dungeons have been continuously failing until today.
Sixty lives have been wasted in vain.
“A hole just deep enough for the head of the human sacrifice to fit.”
“Within it, a binding spell formula is performed on the human sacrifice.”
“This is how an Artificial Labyrinth/Dungeon is created… but…”
“It never gets made, and the human sacrifices go mad and die.”
“We actually saw a completed one using that procedure. We saw it, didn’t we? I want to believe it wasn’t an illusion…”
“…Hmm…”
The kings pondered.
When they were shown it, was there anything unnatural about it?
*Whisper whisper* *Whisper whisper* *Whisper whisper*
Comparing memories, there was no problem.
“Assuming we weren’t all shown illusions, how should we handle the selection standards for human sacrifices?”
“We should lower them. Manhunts aren’t going well either.”
“No, let’s raise them to increase the success rate.”
No, it should be lowered! No, it should be raised!
It was decided by majority vote to lower them.
“…Tch.”
“Calm down, calm down.”
Moving on to the next agenda item, they concluded by agreeing to cooperate on solving each other’s problems and adjourned.
“Somehow, we have to stop the suicides.”
“Oh dear, if they’re going to die anyway, they might as well charge at the enemy soldiers in the south.”
“Ah, I know what you mean.”
“Returning to the castle is a drag.”
“Well, your place is quite far.”
Everyone, feeling dejected, returned to their castles in carriage-like vehicles.
Those from the eastern reaches returned after staying a few nights at an ally’s castle, and their guards were also cared for during that time.
“To our lord.”
“To our lord~~~”
Free alcohol!
It seems the higher-ups are troubled, but it has nothing to do with us ♪♪
“Let’s drink heartily tonight! ♪”
“Yeah~~~~! ♪♪”
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Sharshar Kingdom.
From the eastern, western, northern, and southern checkpoints, armed forces continue to break through, day and night. Reports are coming in.
“It doesn’t stop.”
“Your Majesty, I…”
“No, I…”
“No, I…”
“Grrrrrr!”
The soldier who came to report vanished.
My comrades and I, the Three Knights, appeared silently, and vied for permission to sortie.
Our mimicked forms have all stabilized, and there are now three of us.
It seems he was so delighted to have us, who are of the Human Race, appointed as Knights. Whenever a problem arises, he fights to be the one to solve it with force.
“There are too many. The three of you go.”
“Ruru, yes! ♪ Then, Your Majesty…”
“Yes, greetings are fine, just go and finish it.”
Ah, I didn’t expect the spectacle to be counterproductive.
Raiders have attacked my country~.
I’ll have my wives and children comfort me tonight. ♪♪
Rayos does not view this situation as a problem.
It is, rather, convenient for him, as it depletes the male workforce from allied, subordinate states, and the territories of nobles who have switched allegiance.
Led by the Three Knights, he mobilizes monster soldiers, creating widows aplenty.
“It’s all so I can embrace them all in my arms in the end. Kuku, hahahahaha ♪♪”
A decrease in the male population is synonymous with a loss of combat power.
Even if there are female soldiers, they are more than welcome~.
It’s perfectly fine if women attack me with blades ♪
It’s truly convenient if they come to me themselves~~, Gyahahahaha ♪♪
Two days later, reports of the suppression of bandits and armed forces in the northern, western, and eastern districts come in.
“Only the south remains.”
Speaking of which, what about negotiations with the enemy country we drove to the south? If they would just hand over dominance of the continent to us now.
“Wouldn’t this prevent further bloodshed? ♪”
“It’s unfortunate when those in positions of power are foolish. ♪”
“We are fortunate to have someone like Your Majesty. ♥”
“Your Majesty, would you like some fruit (two large breasts disguised as fruit)? ♥♪”
“Hahaha, don’t praise me so much. ♪ My only reward can be semen and embraces. ♪? *Kiss*”
“Wonderful♥! Me too, me too *Kiss* *Kiss*♥ Afoo~~~~//////♥♥”
Rayos McGillis’s Harem.
The royal castle was indeed embodying Rayos’s ideals.
Meanwhile, unable to curb the victims and failing to halt the decline of national strength, the kings secretly convened again, without Rayos’s knowledge.
“Stop that man-!”
“The male workforce is insufficient, and the productivity of my territory has hit the worst in history.”
“That’s true for all of us! Can’t we send that man to the south?”
“I-it’s impossible…”
“Gabira. Impossible? You say impossible!?”
“Can you control him!? Please!? If it’s treasure, we’ll give you everything we have!”
“Why… is it impossible?”
The king explains.
That man, McGillis (Rayos), is currently in the throes of extreme happiness in his castle, reveling in the spring of life… He barely listens to me.
Recently, he’s been delegating his work entirely to those called the Three Knights.
And that man doesn’t move from the castle.
…
The room fell silent.
After a beat, everyone began to vent their pent-up frustrations.
A competition of misfortune, perhaps.
Ultimately, they got drunk and escaped reality.
Until the day their own country and status fall, they’ll enjoy themselves too. Yay.
They danced naked on the round table, with barrels and bottles of alcohol piled high.
To the guards and everyone in the castle, they gave permission to do as they pleased: “Drink! Sing! Make noise!”
Kyaaa~! Waooooo~!
The castle of the root cause of all this is in a similar state.
When men and women meet, it’s sex.
When men meet, they share tales of hardship and valor.
