The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 052: Ruje's Disappointment *

Pan.

The noise sounded small and Jula's cheek was played.

With that shock, Jula's silver crown detaches and rolls corny on the floor.

Katsun, it sounded, and it hit the limestone wall and stopped.

Ruje Lachramanus, the current head of the Lachramanus family, who was watching where the battle went in the VIP table, was now in the modest room.

There are only two people in the modem, Ruje and Jula.

Jula still wears a gorgeous costume.

This costume was taken from the Lacramanus family.

No one complains, trying to tear it dirty.

"You've exposed me to a lot of ugliness."

There was no warmth in that voice that my grandmother should have put on her heartbroken grandson.

"But my grandmother... she told me to do that."

"Stop!!!

"Knock..."

Ruje, the current lord of the Lachramanus family, was a woman who saw all the filth lying behind the king's capital.

Age is about to reach ninety.

"I didn't even know it was this easy while leading a faction in a birch dorm..."

Ruje said, trembling in anger.

I just had to be angry that my granddaughter, who I thought was a little promising, got on with such a stupid plan.

I want to tell you to use your head for a little while.

In the first place, maybe I can't help but hope for the brains of women who can't graduate from correctional institutions until they reach this age.

But nevertheless, I have to wonder.

A college-wide chess match is a traditional one.

Therefore, if you win, the eyes around you will also change.

I can remember my first name, and it's in my favor of being born.

Especially if the finalist is also the heir to the house, it becomes another glance.

For that matter, I don't mind using my cowardly hands. And Ruje was thinking.

Ruje had competed twice in chess fights by graduating from correctional institutions at the age of eighteen and had also won the second tournament.

At that time, Ruje did some tricks as well.

From that experience, it is not a bad hand to create psychological confusion by arson.

But the way I did it sucked.

It must be the bastard's idea of a fool's daughter anyway, but the method of communicating it as a mouthpiece during the opposing station, in a popular environment, is below.

It was as if the chimps thought.

What do the audience think of imitating confusing their opponents in tongue warfare like that with chess fights?

It would offend the mood at that point.

Though a righteous man must not be caught in good sense, he must not forget the prehistory of good sense.

If you forget about Pre-Construction, what difference does it make to the chimps in the city?

Jianmae shapes the armor of nobility and households, and that's what brings prosperity.

That's why he's an idiot.

No stupid daughter, no stupid grandson in front of you, doesn't know that.

I don't have the sense to be a mastermind.

I consider the most important pre-construction as unnecessary that diverges from everyday life, confusing the act with pre-construction.

So what you do is stained with chimps and lightened by others.

In the first place, did you do that and didn't even think about what you would do if you couldn't win?

If you take inferior measures, and you lose with it, you lose the same, but you lose more than once.

Like now.

In the first place, I'd say you're good enough to win a chess match.

You didn't have the strength to greed me, that's how I lost mud to my family name.

If you lose the same, if you're fair play just by the looks of it, shake hands even if you lose, and that's it.

The Queen may even give you the words of the Nerd.

It can't be that it even sounds like a family name.

This would mean that Jula deliberately took the risk of uselessness.

Ruje wonders what he would have done.

Even if it were to set fire to the house, the means of communicating it should have been such as sending suspicious documents to the holding room.

There is no need at all to proudly confess evil deeds in a place of popular circle watching even the Queen.

Before that, at the end of the second battle, if we run the early horses and tell them, the directive to suspend arson might have been made in time.

If I'd told him about it, the young man named Yuri would have lost.

Ruje won the tournament with strength in a rough part, even though he made some moves.

So I just saw the first and second fights of the finals, and I knew that that young man was about to give up the win.

Because WWII has been a distinctly unnatural finger muscle compared to the victory up to WWI's artistry.

At first, I also thought the persistence of concentration was the extremely bad type, but I realized this was clearly intentional, as the awkward and crisp finger muscles were alternating.

Inside, this must be because of Jula's plot, which is why the young man was to give way to the win. And so much so that I wanted to praise my grandson for his talent.

Winning the first battle and doing these fingers in the second will be because I boasted of my strength even if I lost. and.

However, I was wondering that I had not been informed of the content of the concession, since the deal made there should probably be at the expense of that young man's concession to the commerce he was doing.

But that's not a big problem.

Let them lose. Promises are counterproductive.

Because that's probably what I'm going to do.

But the reality was different.

Jula didn't work for Yuri beforehand, but rather distracted the other side, trying to give up the win.

I deliberately won overwhelmingly in WWI and lost awkwardly in WWII in an attempt to make this side realize that.

It was a political rush that was supposed to be good at witchcraft.

In those rushes, you don't bother to tell them anything from one to ten.

Of course, within your peers, you can have as much dialogue as you want.

I told him from one to ten, and there's no inconvenience whatsoever.

But between the two, which are ostensibly hostile, that's not going to happen.

In a hostile pattern, the interview itself is dangerous, and there is a danger of being beaten from within just showing a move to meet.

But the hostility is why we need a dialogue between the two of us about the drop site.

In these wins and losses, where elements of luck are strongly intertwined, the need is even stronger.

In the rush in such cases, the intention must be acutely perceived from the small unnatural.

The knight side did it on purpose, but this side couldn't read it and messed up a deal in favor of this one.

This one's a witch, so I'm not sorry for the solitude over there.

It is natural to notice the rush.

Give up a hundred steps, and it's still okay that you didn't notice.

I don't know if that's the case or if I'm going to talk about crushing the other guys from this side and losing the battle I could win in the worst possible way.

"What a Moga...... eh"

It was enough to curse me more than once.

"Sorry, grandmother, sorry......"

On his knees on the ground, his grandson is desperately bowing his head.

What makes Ruje sad is that his most promising successor is this.

More than that he has exposed such an ugly state, where Jula takes the lead, he will remain insulted by the other witches.

I made something I wish I had just lost, an irrevocable ugliness of it.

No longer does Ruje have the option of keeping an eye on Jula and expecting a new child.

As a child is born, it will take at least a decade to be able to determine his or her talent.

Unfortunately, Ruje will have full tenure by then.

"Gu......"

Ruje crooked his wrinkled cheeks and clenched his teeth.

I regretted it so much that I was crying.

Left to anger, I struck down the wand I had on Jula's head.

"Ugh!

Jula took the wand stone to her head and leaked a small scream.

"Ha, ha"

Jula shorts her breath.

I wanted to beat him not once, not twice or three times, but on the body of an old bone, I didn't get the energy to do it twice.

(What did you do to me)

Ruger thinks about the young man who beat his grandson.

No wonder and hatred arose because I resent Jula more for her pity.

Often found in young samurai knights, if they are licking witches, there is a need for retribution.

But that young man wasn't.

He showed an attitude of giving up the win.

That look in the third war, for a moment, when your eyes meet.

I watched this one with tired eyes so as not to fit into the floating parts that are common to young people, but to blame them for poor supervision as the masters.

He even seemed saddened that the victory was almost certain and that glory was imminent at present, but that he was not going to be good at it, that he was going to have joy, but rather that he was not going to give up the victory and be hostile to this one.

I'm not stupid.

The request of the parchment guild also takes the form of having fulfilled its brother-in-law at first by arson.

But if we continue to undermine the interests of the parchment guild, we have to contend for it.

Retaliation, which crushed the Lacramanus family mentes, should also be done in what is the only way.

It was a headache problem.

Ruje thinks as she looks down at her ill-made granddaughter.

The idea didn't come to Ruger as if he hadn't done something for Jula.

Anyway, returning the stigma was something that Jula should do with her talent, not something she would lend a hand to.

(Even so, better than Gudanvier... because he remains a witch...)

Thinking about it, Ruje's heart was a little comforting.

Compared to Myalo Gudanvier, the gifted child of the Gudanvier family, there is still salvation.

Gudanvier, like Lachramanus, has not been blessed with a child who has been talented in recent years.

For the oldest daughter of our Lord, no matter how many of our stupid daughters, it's better than this. That's so dirty.

For whatever it is, her daughter repeatedly held secret meetings with the knight of an unknown house, and she conceived the child while she was in school.

The child had an abortion, but ended up suspending her from school for a year and marrying the man.

There was nothing she could do about it, but the child born from it was the owner of an immense talent.

The successor to the House of the Seven Witches said that mastery of ancient Shan language would be a prerequisite, but he could speak ancient Shan at the age of ten, lying or true.

Ancient Shan language could not be mastered in a raw and half study, and even Ruje struggled.

I couldn't resist being a witch.

Now, I'd rather not expect it.

That, at the age of admission to the correctional institution, tricked all the parents into being the masters, forged all the paperwork perfectly, and suddenly slipped into the cavalry.

Our Lord said it was just before the admissions ceremony and the College contacted us and we finally realized something irrevocable.

Louida Gudanvier's depressing gesture was such that even Luje, who usually has no sympathy for others, accidentally felt sorry for her.

Compared to that, this one is still better.

At least, because it's a use, and you're willing to live as a witch.

"How long have you been falling asleep? Make sure you get home soon."

Ruje tried to leave the room behind when he told Jula, who was grounded.

That's when the door opened.

"Oh, Mother"

She was an idiot daughter.

You've been running, you're sweating.

"What is it, noisy"

Looking at his silly daughter's face, who was really fed up, Ruje seemed to get doubled tired.