𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝟐
“I heard the culprit has been identified.”
“No, only the executor has been identified. This morning, a suicide note confessing to the crime was found in the room of a maid who jumped off the castle wall and killed herself.”
In response to Ingral’s question, Milene answered with a bitter face.
It’s hard to believe that a maid would steal the royal treasures for her own gain or ambition.
She must have been instigated by someone.
As evidence, the Dominance Jewel was not found in the maid’s belongings.
She was used and killed to keep her mouth shut.
“Don’t let the family suffer.”
Upon hearing the situation report, the Demon King pressed his brow with his finger.
She was said to be only sixteen (fifteen full years old). A girl from a poor family, which probably made her easy to use as a pawn.
“It’s suspicious whether it was suicide or not. We will continue the investigation.”
“I’m counting on you. What does Milene herself think about this matter? Let me hear it for reference.”
“It must be a militant noble from a prestigious family.”
“That’s like hitting the ground with a sledgehammer. There’s no way it could be wrong.”
The Demon King shrugged his shoulders at the secretary’s answer.
It’s not even worth thinking about who the culprit is, just as Milene said.
The problem is why they took out such a thing.
A magic item that controls monsters is bound to be used for evil purposes.
It’s probably something like causing a commotion, proclaiming that it must be the work of humans, and stirring up war sentiment.
Although the number of those who actively harbor resentment has decreased, there are many who harbor complex feelings towards the humans who took away their ancestral lands.
“With a single match, it could easily spread.”
“That’s why we [firefighters] are here to prevent that, Ingral.”
The secretary, who smiled and reached out her delicate hand to touch the Demon King’s cheek, was met with Ingral’s hand.
The two of them had been in a romantic relationship long before he ascended to the throne. But for nearly a hundred years, no one has ever suspected their relationship.
A clever secretary who supports the idealistic Demon King.
That’s how it appears to everyone. In public.
“I’m always sorry.”
“Daddy, we promised not to say that.”
After exchanging silly jokes, Milene turns on her heel and leaves the office to put on her other face.
Of course, a country cannot be run on ideals alone.
This does not mean that it is okay to do bad things like corruption if you excuse that politics cannot be resolved by idealism, but rather that force is necessary to silence opponents.
Those who are not obedient to the royal authority need to be dealt with accordingly.
Ingral’s ideal of “everyone getting along, happily.” is noble, but there are those in society who throw stones at even that nobility.
Therefore, they nip those buds in the bud.
Firefighters.
An organization of assassins formed by the Dark Elf tribe, who were impressed by Ingral’s ideas when he was a prince.
Their job is to quietly dispose of those who disrupt the peaceful reign.
By the way, they were much more radical when they were founded. The reason why Ingral, who was the fourth prince, ascended to the throne was because all his brothers died of illness or accidents, and the firefighters were behind it.
The organization was reorganized by Ingral, who was concerned about their unscrupulous methods, and Milene became the second leader.
She was a candidate for a concubine offered by the Dark Elf tribe as a proof of loyalty, but surprisingly, she also had the talent to run the organization.
・・・
『”𝐴𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠.𝑐𝑜𝑚” – 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ “𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠” 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 “𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠”.』
・・・
“Monitor the border areas, especially near Lintrite, for any strange movements. If there’s going to be a commotion, it won’t be in the capital.”
[Yes!]
The subordinates, who bowed and disappeared like shadows, are all young Dark Elves under two hundred years old.
They are all elite, whether it’s swordsmanship, magic, physical abilities, or hand-to-hand combat.
“Milene-sama, can I have a moment?”
“When I give the go-ahead, disappear quickly. It’s really awkward when you linger.”
In the command room of the firefighters, in front of Milene, who was supposed to be left alone, there was a sleepy-faced girl.
Her name is Salieri, and she is Milene’s cousin by blood.
Her flowing silver hair and mysterious golden eyes were very similar, but her dopey face made it hard to believe they were related.
“So, you like to say cool things like ‘as long as it’s in time…’ and bask in self-satisfaction.”
“Leave me alone!”
Milene blushes.
She’s been pointed out for her subtle bad habit.
Being the secretary of the Demon King and the head of a secret organization is a job that builds up quite a bit of stress.
It’s okay to have a little fun, isn’t it?
“So, what’s the big deal? I’ve already given you your orders. From here on, act at your own discretion.”
In firefighting, detailed orders like ‘do this, do that’ are not given. This is because they are given the discretion to act in the way they believe is best for solving the problem.
It’s free to hire people, and it’s also acceptable to use bribes to get close to the enemy.
But this is limited to within the country.
If you go abroad and do spy-like operations, it will become a diplomatic issue.
“Rather, I think it would be better to infiltrate Lintrite. If there’s going to be a commotion, it’s not on this side of the border, but on the other side.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Just a hunch.”
“…Alright. I’ll allow actions outside the country. Please investigate.”
The silence that Milene inserted was deep, but not long.
Salieri’s intuition has always been strangely sharp.
“However, you must not disturb even a single branch or leaf.”
“Understood.”
With his usual laid-back expression, Salieri nodded.
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