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(TL/N : Author change Rotakka to Rokatta)
The Holy Land of Grateka.
After the coup d’etat “Alta’s Uprising” a month ago, Queen Eliza has been forced to reflect in the monastery of the Temple of Mersana as punishment for her infidelity and for her remorse.
She has been separated from her husband, King Rotakka, for the time being, and even after her remorse, she is not involved in politics as before.
She is currently in charge of the administration of the country with Duke Murand, who is the king’s personal advisor, and the great sage Magus as the court mage.
Pope Leila of the Temple of Mersana, who had been estranged from the king up to this point, has also expressed a willingness to cooperate.
Thus, the Holy Land of Grateka was returning to its former state of affluence and prosperity.
Needless to say, the coup d’état was stopped by an assassin, who was feared as the “God of Death.”
The fact that he was the “Grim Reaper” is not public knowledge, but all those who know the truth are grateful to him.
About two more months passed.
“–That is my report, Your Majesty.”
“Well, all in good time. And adjust the taxes to be collected according to the time of harvest. At the very least, don’t do anything that will aggravate the people’s dissatisfaction. Be sure to convince them that this is an essential tax for the nation. Make sure the poor are in good health, provide them with food and other free services, and then let them serve the country by providing them with moderate work. Also, strengthen security to maintain order, and–“
Sitting on his throne, King Rokatta gave detailed and precise instructions.
His leadership was so brilliant that even the Duke of Murand, who has served as minister for many years, was astonished.
King Rokatta has changed since Queen Eliza’s absence.
He used to be an unfortunate pig king who was only interested in eating, but he seems to have lost weight since then, and now he has transformed into a slender, smartly shaped man. He has also grown taller for some reason.
He sits comfortably on his throne with his long legs crossed, something he had never been able to do before.
His tone of voice has completely changed, and his face has a crisp, handsome appearance.
His change in appearance has secretly made him the envy of the ladies of the court.
“Also, I would like to hear your report on the establishment of the new orphanage. It is only natural for the prosperity of the country to provide assistance to the children who bear the future.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Even the Duke of Murand, who had been scorned and neglected him, bowed his head politely and showed respect.
No one calls the King of Rokatta “the king of the ball” or “Miracle the Pig” from a barbarian tribe anymore.
He is the greatest ally of the Holy Land of Grateka, a young and excellent king reborn.
He was praised as such.
But on the other hand,
(Who is this …… guy? He’s changed too much all of a sudden, hasn’t he?)
Only the court magician, the Great Sage Magus, standing next to the throne, secretly thought so.
Midnight.
Knock-knock.
Someone knocks in front of the luxurious, brightly decorated door.
“-enter.”
Rokatta voice.
It was the king’s bedroom.
The door was opened in response to the voice, and four soldiers covered with jet-black cloaks entered the room.
The gold embroidery symbolized the kingdom of Grateka, and on the left breast was the emblem of the Guard of Honor, the private army under the king’s direct command.
The true faces of all of them are unknown, but their body types are all different. Some are excessively small, some are huge, some are very thin, and some are normal, etc. To put it nicely, they are unique, but their unbalance is bizarre.
“Finally, all in one place? You are a very troublesome lot.”
Rokatta was dressed in a bright red gown and sitting on a plush one-seater sofa.
Folding his long legs as well as his throne, he held a glass of wine in one hand and turned his gaze toward the guard of honor.
“Good for you, boss ……, I mean, who the hell are you?”
The smallest one asked.
“As you can see, I’m Rokatta. I’ve been trying really hard to lose weight since then. Look at me, I’ve got a six-pack.”
Rokatta – or rather, Mors said, pulling off his gown and flaunting his well-defined abs.
He has not only lost weight, but he has also worked out a lot.
Seeing his aloof attitude, the three people, except for the small one, began to feel a fierce desire to kill, and it overflowed and expanded as negative magic power.
The flowers in the vase on display began to wither and turn a dusky black color.
“Hey, stop it, you guys! It’s the boss’s fault! I worked so hard to make peace with these guys!”
The small one takes off her hood to reveal her true face.
She is a young-looking girl with long brown braided hair, or rather a woman of the dwarf fairy tribe.
One of the highest executives, “Four Pillars of Hell,” takes a snap.
“I’m sorry, Pasha,……, and you guys are welcome to come too. Anyway, now the “Four Pillars of Hell” are united, right?”
“Shut up, boss! I’ll kill you first!”
The giant man suddenly declared a kill.
“Is that voice Drake? He’s still as belligerent and savage as ever. …… That’s why you’re doing it, isn’t it? Are you still holding on to the fact that you were detained at the Assassination Gilts branch two months ago?”
“I told you to shut up! I’m the one who’s trying to get one kill a day! I’m in the organization because I have no choice, and I don’t take orders from anyone! Anyone who interferes with my cycle, I kill, I kill!”
“Shut up, Drake. You’re not going to get anywhere if you’re here,…… boss, if you want to slaughter “Seti the God of Death,” you should only ask me,…… these guys are unnecessary.”
The man who is tall but has the most normal body structure among the four of them says plainly.
“No, Zangetsu. I have explained it to you before, haven’t I? You four are one. Otherwise, you will not be able to defeat Seti, the god of death. You typical battle madness, take your chances with someone else.”
“Seti the Reaper…… is the only one among our “children” who has mastered biofunction amplification and enhancement. His power transcends even time, and he is the strongest assassin in Hades. …… I hate him. How hateful .Hiiiiiie!”
The thinnest and skinniest looking one suddenly uttered a strange voice in a caged voice.
A high-pitched female-like cry, judging from the quality of the voice.
“.. kale. You’re as sick as ever, …… Pasha, stop this crazy woman, even though she has a habit of being knowledgeable and intelligent for having lived a long time. It’s too loud.”
“Noo! But now you know! I’m the only sane one among the four pillars! I wish it would be a little more useful!”
“I know …… that’s why I raised Seti’s bounty to 10 billion G’s, isn’t it?”
About two months back in the past.
In an abandoned assassination guild branch, the “Four Pillars of Hell” gathered around their boss, Mors, and for some reason, a fight to the death.
The reason was that they had been on bad terms with each other for many years.
As expected, as soon as they saw each other, a melee broke out and the area became a scene of carnage.
Mors took Pasha, the only one who could speak properly and cooperate with him, as an ally, and despite the struggle, he succeeded in forcibly subduing and restraining the remaining three men.
Pasha then managed to persuade the three to stay for two months until they could be brought to him.
In his spare time, Mors had the body of the pig king, Rokatta, put on a diet, and incidentally, improved the internal affairs of the kingdom of Grateka.
His intentions and intentions are unknown. ……
“About that, boss ……, can one of us make 10 billion G’s? Then, we will cooperate.”
Haa!? W-What are you talking about ……, 10 billion G per person! It means 40 billion G in total! You can only joke in my face!”
The sudden suggestion from Pasha astonished even Morss.
He even unintentionally dropped the wine glass he was holding in one hand.
“I’m not joking, I’m serious, 10 billion G per person. Otherwise, I won’t move. Even breathing the same air like this, I’m aching to kill these guys, boss.”
“It’s rare that I get along with you ……, but that’s only the part that makes me want to kill them. I’d be happy to fight ‘Seti the Reaper’ one-on-one, and I’d demand 10 billion G’s from you for the inconvenience.”
“I hate …… so much that I’m going to ask you for 10 billion G’s! Hiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“You see? See, we’re all crazy, aren’t we? Of course, I have no intention of giving up. I am the person who has contributed the most! ”
Pasha even demanded it with a smug look on her face.
Mors opened his big mouth and both eyes were swimming.
He had changed his look to a handsome face, but he was completely broken up.
“Y-you guys can’t do …… in installments? Like a thousand payments?”
“”””No, I’ll kill you!””””
The only place where they somehow get along is in the “Four Pillars of Hell,” Hades’ most powerful officers.
“Guh, guh. …… It can’t be helped. I’ll make do with my savings,……, so just do what I say, you guys!”
In front of Mors, who had a pained expression on his face, Pasha and the others nodded honestly for the first time.
“Then it’s settled. So, boss, can you tell me why you called us here? Why did you make us dress like this?”
“Well, of course, it’s to kill Seti, the God of Death. The four pillars have finally gathered.”
Mors lifted his lips and smiled wryly.
But inwardly,
(Are these …… bastards going to destroy the organization with 10 billion G per person? You’ll make me cry someday!)
and so on, thinking about the festival of grudges.
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Wao, even this super villain can be flustered to the point of almost crying. Author-sama is amazing.