It is a very long story.
　This is the story of a girl who has brought back to the present day the lore of the "Lord who rules" that lived even older than the world of a thousand years ago.

　In those days, everyone in the North knew that heroic tale.
　The story begins, as promised, with the word "once upon a time" and leads to "two old couples in a remote village pick up one of their children". However, the death of the old couple is immediately followed by the story of their death, and no details of their childhood are given. The list of bland characters goes on and on, and soon after, the awakening of the king's power begins to be told. That's the heroic story of The King Who Rules (Lord).

　...... Well, that's what it's all about.

　There is no such thing as a heroic tale that describes every detail of even the most peaceful and ordinary life. The reader is likely to fall asleep with a yawn.
　And the memories of my own mistress are in a similar state. Her memories of her childhood are strangely hazy. I can't recall the frontier village, or the faces of the old couple, but my memories of my childhood are strangely hazy.

　I can't remember the face of the old couple or the frontier village, but that's how I remember my childhood. Once you're over 20 years old and have grown up, everyone should be in the same boat.
　Even my mistress is over a thousand years old. It's a good thing that she's still around, even if it's hazy.

　...... I think so.
　I should be grateful for that.
　Because I feel ...... like my life with that old couple was very important to me.

　No matter how hard I try, I can't remember my childhood, but I remember the next thing well.
　The awakening of the concubine following the death of the old couple.
　I can remember that vividly.

　That was, as I recall, a time when the hunt for demons was flourishing in many places.
　'Demons' - it refers to a race that suddenly appeared in the world - a race that has the characteristics of a monster on its body.
　I think a great scholar said that their bodies were more like monsters due to the influence of the 'world poison'. People called those people who were closer to monsters 'demons'. For some reason, there were more of them in the north than in the south of the continent. And perhaps because of the difference in numbers, even if people in the north accepted 'Fiends' as individuality, they were treated as a disease in the south.
　Thus, after the difference in perceptions arose between the regions, a movement to exclude "witchcraft" was born somewhere in the world, as a matter of course.
　At the end of that time, the southern countries took a national policy to eradicate the existence of "demons", and the northern countries rebelled against it - a war that divided the continent into two. As a result of this, witch hunters began to occur all over the world.

　One day during those tumultuous times.
　On their way home, the mistresses and her brother and sister found one on their way home.

　The only thing that could be written about it in a book was the sentence, "The soldiers from the south have invaded on the grounds of hunting witches," but when they saw it firsthand, they were so shaken up that they could not move a single step.
　The scene was so brutal - all the houses had been destroyed, the livestock they had carefully raised had been slaughtered, and the corpses of their close neighbors were choked up.

　Among the corpses were the elderly couple who had benefited from them.
　So--.

　-- so (...)?

　So the concubine and the id stood up to it.
　With the power of Mistress's "The One Who Steals the Wind's Reason" ....... It should be ...... not otherwise.

　Ah, yes.
　I'm starting to remember, piece by piece.
　That burning meadow, the crumbling houses, and the corpses of our northern companions made the mistress angry. And then she jumped into that warfare to retaliate against the knights of the south who had committed that atrocity.

　And the concubine - she shouted.

　While the southern soldiers were pointing their swords at her, she screamed.
　As if to declare to the whole world, loudly - as if to the whole world.

"'Concubine' is the king of the winged men who rules the continent!　The descendant of the oldest demon blood, the ruler of all worlds, the Lord!　There is no reason to lose to these gnat-like dustballs!

　He tricked himself into believing that he was the 'Lord who rules' (...) and used his overwhelming power to accomplish his revenge.

　A mere mortal could not be a match for the one who steals the truth of the wind, and all the soldiers were cut to pieces by the power of the free wind. And the Mistress took that whole area back from the south, albeit temporarily.
　It was like a fairytale reversal.
　That's the end of the story, "Chapter One," "The Awakening of the King Who Rules".
　Its closing sentence reads.

　--The invasion by the vile soldiers of the south left the Lord King who rules two of his family members dead. But the King's power has been awakened. But the king's power was awakened, and with it, he was able to drive out the villains who ruled his homeland.

　Then we get into the next story, "Chapter Two".

　.............
　Oh, what two chapters. It's a person's life, and they'll break it up on their own.
　...... No, it doesn't matter anymore. Yes, it's no longer relevant to the mistress now .......

　This is how the "Lord" managed to regain his homeland, but the grasslands of his homeland had been burned to the ground and reconstruction was difficult. It's a good thing that you're a stubborn person, because if you remain here, you'll be swallowed up by the south. The wise mistress understood this. If not for her alone, she had no choice but to flee when she thought of her weak brother.

　Then the stage is moved deep into the north and the story of the orphanage begins.
　This area also seems to have been boldly cut in the book because there is no battle.
　As I recall, there was a lot going on during the move. There was the kindness of the old couple who had already arranged for the orphanage and so on, and it should have been very moving, but ...... the guy who wrote this heroic tale is really only interested in battles, and that's why there's nothing left of it.

　By the way, the sentence in the book goes like this.
　A very simple representation of the passage of time.

　--We moved to the orphanage, and the time of The Lord Who Rules (Lord) passes.
　It is the time of the young awakened king's final rest.
　From the season of blooming peach blossoms to the season of blooming yellow flowers. From the season of blooming red flowers to the season of blooming white flowers. As the unsettled seasons peculiar to the Northern Continent pile up, the Lord King who rules lives in an orphanage with his future subjects.
　At the same time, the Lord Master is sent to do menial work for the castle of Vyasia as a gardener, a job not worthy of his talents. However, while preparing the streets of the city, the Lord realized that he had a talent and a singularity.
　His talent and singularity. The reason for being the King. He realizes that he is more than just a gardener, and understands the Lord's mission.
　And then, having gained not only power but also determination, The Lord of Lords will be ......

　--what the hell.

　I'm sure it wasn't that cool.
　I can barely remember it from around here.

　I think I was trembling.
　I'm pretty sure she was frightened.
　She was trembling in the corner of her room where she had been placed in an orphanage.

'-- or is it the same (・・・・・) ......?　You're not changing too much: ......!　Why are you a concubine?　Only a concubine can't change like this!

　When a few years had passed since he had entered the orphanage, his brother Ayde's height had grown to grow.
　He was steadily closing the gap between him and his concubine, who was a child and an adult.

　No wonder things were going so well. Concubine was too much the same. Even though she was still in the growth phase, she hadn't grown at all, and all she had grown was her magical power.

''Maybe, but ......, your sister isn't getting any older. ......

　His younger brother Ayd, who lived in the same room as him, had guessed the reason for this.
　It's a good thing that you're a little smaller than your mistress, but your instincts are as keen as an adult's.

You're not old enough to be ......?　If it's from that day (...) or ......?

　All that day.
　I understand that it's all happened since then.

'Dude, don't tell anyone. ...... Id. ......

　The mistress trembles and keeps her mouth shut.
　If the people around her find out about this, there is no doubt that they will look at her with a white eye. Even though this is an orphanage full of the same demons, it doesn't mean that there is no discrimination at all.

''It's okay. I will definitely not leave my sister alone. That day (...), I promised myself that I wouldn't leave her alone. So, I will never leave her alone. ......

　Aide took his mistress's hand.

'Oh, right, ....... Then don't worry. I have a reassuring vassal in my corner .......
Yes, The Lord Who Rules has his own.

　To keep his mind strong, he acts like an incorruptible king.
　He remembers the playful games he used to play with his id in the meadow back home (・・・・・) and pretends to be a familiar king.
　If he didn't make it with a heroic heart like this, he was going to go crazy with the unusual situation.

　Yes.
　The mistress was frightened to the point that she was about to go crazy.

　That's the 'Chapter Two' of 'The Lord of the Dominating Kings (Lord)'. That's the true story of the "Orphanage Arc".
　A weak child who is afraid of her fate, rather than a king who is prepared to face his own fate, is the mistress.

　And as if to torment her, the orphanage is soon drawn into the war.

　As she fears for her ageless body, the war that has been brewing since the birth of the demon is coming to an end.
　The South was being overwhelmed by the battles in various areas, and the North had lost most of its territory. Gradually, the people of the North were losing their vitality, and the effects of the defeat began to reach the orphanage in Vyasia, where Mistress lived.

　Everyone in the orphanage, including the concubine, was frightened.
　Unable to do anything against that approaching mighty force, they could only watch the time pass.

　Finally, the peace of the orphanage would end.
　The capital of Viisia, the heart of the north, had been taken over by the soldiers of the south. It was a moment of defeat for which there was no excuse.
　In a sentence - the northern countries were defeated by the onslaught of the southern countries - or was it?

　Naturally, the orphanage is also occupied and begins to be used as a place to pack up the non-combatant 'unclean demons'.
　It was always surrounded and guarded by the 'clean humans' of the south, who were always surrounded by the 'clean humans' of the south.
　The demons inside the orphanage would darken their faces as if they were being put in prison. It was the same for my brother Ayde.
　The mistress can still remember that face--



'--Sister Titty ....... What will happen to ourselves now ......?

　In the corner of the crammed orphanage, Ayd asked his mistress about it.
　Although Ayde had grown taller, she was still bigger than her concubine. Her younger brother, who is a size smaller than the concubine, looks up at her with tears in his eyes, as if he were peering at her from below.
　When I saw that, I knew I had to protect him, I knew I had to protect him.

　But really, she was the mistress who wanted to ask what would happen.
　But I couldn't show any weakness. As Aide's sister.
　Most of all, because I declared that day that I was the 'ruling king (Lord)' -.

　I can see it in my brother's eyes.
　Aide is relying on the 'power to steal the reason of the wind' of that day.
　No, he's hoping that his sister is the legendary 'King of Governing' (Lord).
　I believe that my sister can handle even the end of the country.

'Id ....... Wow, my mistress is ......--

　Lost - stammering.

　No wonder.
　As a matter of fact, without Ayd's knowledge, Mistress has been briefed by the Apostle on the "One who steals reason". The Apostle Diprakra said that the first Stealer, Mistress, was not yet perfected. But it seems that if she continues to use her power, she will indeed become the one who steals reason.

　--I'm afraid.
　It's scary.
　Such unworthy power ......, you don't know what will happen if you wield it .......
　It is because they are reasonably clever and not stupid that the mistress knew that very well.

　That kind of power, that kind of power shouldn't be in the world - and that's what it is.

''Hey, sister, you're ...... the 'ruling king (Lord)' who is stronger than anyone else, right ......?　He's the king of saving everyone in the north, right ......?

　The face of my cute little brother, trapped in a corner, was right in front of me.
　And even more voices came from the surroundings.
　Everyone in the orphanage, including my relatives and naturally everyone else in the orphanage, looked at the mistress and started talking.

''If it's big sister Titty, can you manage ......?''
Don't be silly. No matter how strong you are, you can't handle this number of enemies.
''Indeed, Id's sister is as strong ...... as that lore's 'Governing King (Lord)' lady. She's so smart and strong that no one can beat her, but .......
If you're Titty, maybe you can go to ......

　I watched as they hunted him down.
　It wasn't just the children in the orphanage who adored him, but also the adults who were taking care of him. Indeed, he may have been the best swordsman in town. His physique was as big as an adult's, and his studies and hunting might have been outstanding. It could have been his younger brother, always proudly touting his concubine's power. In this desperation, it might not be surprising that a little hope might seem dazzling.

　But she is still a child.

　And yet, do you expect even adults to be concubines ......?
　Do you rely on your child's concubine ......?

Oh, yes. I'm the Lord who rules. Don't worry, brother, and everyone else: ....... Leave everything to this mistress: ......

　There was so much I wanted to say.
　But I moved my face downward under the weight of my expectations.

　They were right, the mistress had power.
　The sense of responsibility as the one who possesses the power of the One Who Stole Reason outweighed the fear.

　Without an ounce of fear on her face, Mistress headed out to the large hall in the center of the orphanage. The people who know her will follow her. They follow in droves, their eyes shining with the hope that she can handle it.
　Then, in the middle of the hall, she calls out to everyone who doesn't know her from the orphanage, "My name is Mistress.

Her name is 'The Lord who rules. The Lord. I have a favor to ask of you all.

　He invited everyone to join him in a dignified manner so that they could hear him.
　What we are about to do can be done by the mistress alone, but we have a higher chance of success if everyone works together. Above all, she was afraid to do it alone.

　The first to respond to his voice was his best friend at the orphanage.

'Are you sure you want to do this, Titi?'

　He was a giant dragonborn (Dragon Newt), Serdra. He was one of the few people who understood my mistress and was the one person I needed to cooperate with the most on this occasion.
　After all, this blue-haired man is a demon who can follow his concubine, who has awakened to the 'one who steals reason' without any blessing. He is buried because of his concubine's presence, but there is definitely something wrong with this man, too.

"I'm in your debt, Titi. If you wish, I can help you as a friend - or even as a vassal - but I'm sure that's not what you want. But you're sure that's all right with you?

　My friend Serdra confirms.
　He was close to his mistress in power and had known her for a long time, and he seemed to have seen through this deep-seated fear in her heart. Now, still - Seldra is just barely a 'friend'.

'Oh, good. Please, Serdra. We will need your help.

　Still, the mistress shakes her head. I tell her that there is no longer any turning back.

"...... All right. In that case, I'll call you 'Lord' from now on.
'Serdra, gather all those willing to fight the South and proceed to the left to the castle of Vieisia. The details are yours to do with as you see fit.
"Yes, sir. I'm the Lord who rules.

　Seldora and I used to play this game of The Lord Who Rules (Lord) together. At that time, Seldra's position was that of a general who commanded troops on the front lines. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do with it. It really is a good idea to give the illusion that the concubine is a competent king.

''Seldra, let me help you too!　I'm not going to let them kill me in silence!
Wow, I do, too!　Titty-chan--no, 'Lord', the 'Lord' who rules, please!
Oh, there's still something we can do!

　Tricked by this performance, the others at the orphanage come forward.
　They would rather sit and wait for death. Even though she knows that this is an outrageous act of fear, the mistress has no choice but to welcome it gladly.

You'll be saved, guys. ...... You're right. I want you to work with the Aids, not Serdra.

　And soon the mistresses were packing up their rebellion plans.
　It was a plan without any small tricks, speed was the name of the game. She instinctively understood that this was her true nature as the 'one who steals the truth of the wind'.

As for the Aids, they must work together to free General Volus and his men from their captivity. After that, I want you both to head to the right side of the castle of Vyasia. The mistresses are going to push through the center of the castle and rampage alone. I'm sure that if she fights, the whole of Viaissia will be thrown into confusion. If you can take advantage of that, I'm sure you can liberate it and march on. If something unforeseen happens, you can join the rampaging mistress as a guide. No matter what you bring with you, I'll make sure that the mistress will take care of it.

　The general populace that had taken refuge in the orphanage began to buzz with the assembly of this ruinous tactic.

'Oh, geez. What a foolish thing to do ......!
I can't!　No, you can't!　The place is crawling with southern guys all around!
'We've totally lost it!　I can't help it!

　Just when you thought the green-haired woman was going crazy, her acquaintances moved in blind faith to it.
　It was only natural.
　In fact, it's much more normal that way.

　But in order to bring those normal people down to abnormality, the mistress added the words without any hesitation.

''--The mistress can do it.

　Naturally, countless objections were raised by the public.

'Ha, ha!　I can't possibly--
I can do it... says the Lord who rules.

　Crushing in one word.
　Frighteningly, the mannerisms that had become so extreme due to too much playfulness were beginning to take on a genuine weight here. In this unusual situation, the mistress was wearing an abnormality that would make anyone cringe.

　It was a glimpse of a talent for governing demons that would later be passed on.
　Her extraordinary amount of magical power and her too specific blood tickled the instincts of the demons here.

　Leaving the people overwhelmed by their mistresses, they proceed to prepare for their rebellion in a matter-of-fact manner.

''For now, it's imperative that we regain the Viaissia Castle. "For now, it's imperative that we regain the castle of Viaissia, for it's nothing without a symbol. ...... Let's hurry up. Let's take my [Wind of Freedom] as our signal. No, let's take it as a signal.

　And release the power of the 'one who steals the truth of the wind' that has been hidden all along.
　A soft, yet powerful wind passed through the orphanage.
　The buzz in the hospital reached its peak here.

''Yi, did you just raise the wind ......?''
'That's ridiculous. ....... Then it's like magic.
Could it be that the power of that fairytale 'Lord' (Lord) that really rules ......?
It's like the wind in the valley: ......
"The wind is gathering around her--
Really, "The Lord Who Rules" ......?

　It was a natural use of power that could only be found in fairy tales on this continent at this time.
　No wonder they were confused.

　Wearing the wind, the mistress speaks softly to those who cannot yet make up their minds.

'If you still doubt the mistress, you can just watch this back ....... But when you recognize the power of the concubine, I hope you will pass it on to many of your compatriots. Please tell them that as long as everyone (everyone) doesn't give up, the concubine is leading the way: ......!

　With that, at last, the mistress weaves her magic.
　A generous, high-pitched chant of supernatural power that is lost in this age.
　To inspire all who are here--

"She is the king of kings!　The Winged King who rules the continent!　The descendant of the oldest demon blood, the ruler of all worlds, the Lord!　We will not be defeated by these scum!　--WIND!

　With a roar, a mass of wind was released upward.
　That wind made a hole in the ceiling of the orphanage. And with the hole in the ceiling, the mistress flew through it.
　Like the legendary "Lord", she spread her hidden wings.

　Looking up from the orphanage, she flew for all to see, and continued to scream.

'All our enemies shall be driven out of the north by this concubine!　From now on, by the power of a mistress--!　This wind is the [wind of freedom] that the northern demons want!　A wind of hope to banish those to the south!　There's a There's a Difference-- ！！！！

　And to inform the humans in the south of the existence of the King Who Rules (Lord), he storms out to inform them of the existence of the King Who Rules (Lord).
　It is a foul force in this age. The wind that destroys everything is released from the mistress's hands, and the entire area around her is disintegrated (broken up).

　In an instant, there are over a hundred dead and over a thousand injured.
　Naturally, the people of the south were confused, as if they had been hit by a natural disaster.
　The vicious storm that was chopping people up bore a lot of blood and screams.

　The mistress fixed her expression with an effort and looked down at the scene from the sky.
　Taking advantage of the chaos of the storm, she sees that Serdra and his men are taking weapons from the soldiers to the south. In the opposite direction, you can also see the Ides sneaking out of the orphanage.

　The child's idea of a plan is now in motion.
　All that's left is for the mistress to flail about while heading straight for the castle.
　Not flying too high, not flying too fast, but aiming for Vyasia Castle to catch the eyes of the humans to the south.
　It is important to be a landmark for our compatriots in the north - destroying everything while proclaiming that 'The One Who Steals the Reason of the Wind' is the second coming of 'The King Who Rules (Lord)'.

　And the confused ones in the south gradually recover from their confusion and fight together to drop the flying concubine. And the concubine is ......--.

　-- I honestly don't want to remember anything else from here.

　What's about to take place is just a slaughter.
　It's just the wind chopping people up, crushing them and spraying them with blood and harrowth.
　It's just killing, killing, killing, and creating a path of blood.

　But in that path of blood, the voices of the demons who have found hope are sometimes mixed in with the voices of the demons who have found hope.

'Ah, ah. Oh, that's the 'Lord of the Reigning Kings' ......?
Such nonsense, such as the descendants of the winged race: ......
But that power is ......, definitely .......
'It's overwhelming ....... Are you going to keep going to the castle ......?
Ladies and gentlemen, there is no doubt about the power of the Lord who rules!　As it is, he will single-handedly lead the bloodline!　And with one of his body, he will pierce the castle!

　Among the astonished voices of those demons, the voice of Id's instigation was also mixed in.

''--But after that, we need your help!　Now, the good subjects of The Lord Who Rules are backing him from the left, but they can't capture the castle!　We will desperately need more people to occupy it!

　Knowing that the id is also fighting in its own way, the concubine's wind becomes even stronger.
　As the king without fail, she continues to fight.
　Even if she is surrounded by a thousand soldiers, even if she is exposed to ten thousand arrows, even if her ears are struck by countless screams, she still fights and fights - she continues to make a 'path' of blood.

"Haha, haha, haha--!　I'm the Lord who rules!　It's the Lord who rules!　Not yet!　I will not stop until I kill all of you dustballs!

　They keep killing and killing and killing, thinking only of drilling holes in the country occupied by the south.
　A thousand men are cut off in both directions with blades of wind, ten thousand arrows are returned with ten thousand arrows of wind, creating countless corpses, and at the end of it all, the concubine reaches the castle.

　By the time they got there, the victory was never won by the combined Serdra and General Volus. If the concubine only broke the castle gate, the option of holing up the castle was lost to the enemy, and they didn't even have to conduct a siege.

　It was a complete and utterly crushing victory - the operation was a great success - and the enemy commander was easy to capture - everything worked out.

　Yeah.
　Ironically, it was this kind of playful march that worked out so well.

　It's all probably because of the power of this fearsome "Stealer of the Reason of the Wind".
　The concubine was so anxious that she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Just thinking about the unreasonable power to turn this child's dream into reality - what is the 'price' of that 'power', I can't help but shiver just thinking about it.
　However, I can't bring it to the surface just yet.

''Ah, yes!　We did it!　We've taken back the castle!
'We won!　I got it back!　I killed those southern guys!
'Thank you!　"My Lord who rules--!
"'Lord Overlord'!　Hurray, hurray, hurray--!　"Long live the 'Lord'!
"The Lord who rules!　"The Lord who rules!　"The Lord who rules!　"The Lord who rules!　"The Lord who rules--!

　Once he was surrounded by people rejoicing with tears in their eyes, there was no way he could show his uneasy face.
　I had no choice but to make an expression as the 'Lord who rules' so that everyone could feel at ease.

''Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ......!

　Speaking of which, ....... I think it was around this point that I started to get better at smiling a spare smile. ......



　--This is the end of the "second chapter" of the story, the "orphanage chapter".
　A great victory reversal. The recapture is a great success. No complaints about the beginning.

　The next chapter will be "Chapter 3".
　The next chapter of "The Orphanage" is described in the book as "The Defence of Viaisia".
　But "The Viaissia Defense Chapter" or .......

　Yeah, it really pisses me off. Don't take the liberty of dividing someone else's life into editions.
　Who has the right to do that. You can do whatever you want because you're a dead man.
　Only a mistress can do that. ......!
　...... No, that doesn't matter now either.
　More importantly, after this, I'm pretty sure ......--



　The concubine, who had regained the occupied capital of Viisiania, was alone and troubled in the castle's throne room.

　In the castle town, the people are rejoicing over the victory of the war and reveling like a feast.
　And countless prisoners of war are in the castle.

　--It's good to get excited, but where do we go from here ......?
　A concubine who only knows how to play games would never be able to maintain this peace.
　We are amateurs who don't even know how to handle prisoners of war. We are amateurs who do not know how to handle prisoners of war, nor do we know how to conduct diplomacy.

　Is there no one in the castle who knows anything about warfare and politics ......?　
　Is there anyone who can somehow get us to a truce from here: ......?
　No, it's more than that, the head (top) needs to be replaced quickly .......
　You can't have a mistress as the head of the rebellion forever. It has to be done by a more professional and knowledgeable adult .......

　That's right.
　As a child concubine, being a head of the bandwagon is an unbearable burden for her. ......
　It's so heavy that it crushes your body. If the head (the top) were to become so, the people of all nations, who are now rejoicing, would fall back into despair. But first, someone, anyone ......--

Dear Lord who rules!　I'm reporting on the errand you asked for!
'Oh, oh. It's finally over!

　The mistress, who was sitting gymnastically at the back of the empty throne, stood up, delighted that an acquaintance from the orphanage had entered.
　She had asked that person to investigate to solve the problem that the mistress now had in mind.

　Immediately everyone gathered the main members of this rebellion in the throne room to hear the report.
　The adults from the orphanage, the generals of the House of Vyasia - and the powers of the northern city.

　However, the expectations that the mistresses had were betrayed by an unexpected report.

''--what?　Isn't there not a single member of the Royal House of Vyasia in the castle now ......?
'Yes. Even though quite a few died in the war, this is ....... Probably half of them had defected beforehand. ......

　And even though there are some of the country's bigwigs, the mistress is plainly angry.

''That's ridiculous!　You've abandoned your people and run away!　A king protects his people, so you're not royalty!　He took on that expectation and ran away without any responsibility!　You can't do this!　This is absolutely unacceptable!　That's no way to be royalty--!

　He was angry with the royalty for not protecting his mistress and disgraced her in front of the bigwigs.

''-- Ah, .......''

　Yah, I've done it .......
　I can't complain about being hanged for disrespect .......

　Frightened, the mistress looked around.
　But for some reason there was no one there to blame for what the mistress had said.
　On the contrary, it was the same as that orphanage--

'Sorry to interrupt the meeting!　'Lord', your enemies from the south ......!

　At that moment, a message came scurrying into the throne room.
　It was a ruthless message that the battle would not end.

''The enemy has already arrived ......!　But now there is no royalty here: ......!
'What?　Oh, are you royalty ......?　'Lord', what is it ......?

　The reported message brought up a genuine question.

'There's a problem with ...... decided ......--'

　The words I was going to say were obvious are choked up.
　It's not just the message. Everyone around them had the same expression on their faces.
　The adults in the orphanage, the generals of the Viysia family, and the powers that be in the city were looking at the concubine.

　--Why would they see a concubine there?

　Those of you here know that the claim of the Lord of Lords is a tall tale.　
　The noble blood of the legendary Lord of Lords does not flow through this mistress.

　Indeed, the power of The One Who Stole the Wind's Reason could have been tremendous!
　But if you're only strong, there are others who are fit for the job!
　You don't think that's strange?
　You are the youngest here, mistress.
　You are so young that a nun would cower at the mention of your age!
　The strongest of the adults here right now - what the hell, he's in the corner!

"Mi, if the enemy forces are approaching from the south ...... General Volus!　From now on, you will be the substitute mistress...

　The mistress has heard of him, too, a warlord.
　His body is large and his appearance conveys an air of dignity.
　I'm sure he would be able to take her place. That's what I thought - but my suggestion is interrupted by a man who seems to be General Volus's second in command.

''I'm sorry, 'Lord' (Lord), Mr. ....... General Volus has been betrayed by his country and has lost many friends and ...... family members. Honestly, this is as far as I can go .......

　If you look closely, you can see the lifelessness in General Volus' face.
　He looked as if he had lost everything in this world. It seems that there were some circumstances that made him stand on the edge.

'Well ....... But you, a member of the military, do not call your mistress 'Lord'. I'm not forcing you to do so. ......

　Then I wondered if I could get this deputy to act as my top officer.
　But naturally, that expectation was also disappointed.

''No, we can't do that kind of disrespect ....... We've only seen the majesty of the 'Lord of the Dominion' in battle.
Yeah, right: ......

　If you look around carefully, they all have the same face.
　Yeah, it looks like that Ayde's face.
　It's a face that I'm hoping the mistress will be able to handle.

It's temporary. No one else can do it but you.

　And then he speaks to me in a whisper from behind.
　It was my friend Serdra.

'Wow, I know. ......

　Serdra seemed to understand the situation calmly.
　Unlike the concubine who didn't want to admit that expectation, she was convinced that only the concubine who had tricked the 'ruling king (Lord)' early on could lead this dead country.

''-- Then, Serdra!　I'm sorry, but you're going to have to stick around a little longer!
Yeah, and who better to do it than me? I'll be the right hand of the Lord of the Rings. I'm still going to be a friend to your brothers.

　The mistress, with the help of her friends, gains what little courage she has.
　Then, leaving it to her courage, she shouts in the middle of the meeting.

''--all of them!　I think I'd like to intercept them!　I'm sorry, but will you follow the Lord who rules?

　You can't negotiate, so I ask you to be upfront.
　'The only thing you can do, mistress, is to destroy it.

"Yes, of course. My dear Lord who rules. General Volus's soldiers are entirely in your hands.

　And naturally, the idea would be fully supported.
　This was the moment when the northern rebels raised their flag at the castle of Vieisia, with the "ruling king (Lord)" as their leader.

　With this momentum, the mistress walks around the castle and calls on her acquaintances in the orphanage.
　Naturally, among them was Aide.

''Hey, sister - no, the 'ruling king (Lord)'!　What happened to the meeting!
'Enemy reinforcements coming in!　Hence, I will organize a strike force!　Ayd, help yourself!
'Yes, of course!　I'm the first vassal of the 'ruling king (Lord)'!

　My brother agreed with a happy look on his face.

　Oh, it's heavy.
　Why doesn't this brother understand that it's heavy and painful .......

　With no time to show such frustration on her face, the mistress prepares to fight back.

　In the castle town, "'The King (Lord) who governs', 'The King (Lord) who governs', 'The King (Lord) who governs', 'The King (Lord) who governs'! Hail, hail, hail, hail--! And the cheers continued to ring out.
　Pushing back and pushed by that expectation, the concubine had no choice but to lead her army out of the castle of Vieissia.
　The opponent was a large army of southern humans ...... only, but as I'm sure I don't have to tell you by now, the concubine was overwhelmed by this as well.

　With the tactics of an extension of playfulness, they would win with flying colors.
　It was a cursed victory.
　And the more she wins, the more her expression hardens.
　The 'King who rules' (Lord) of playfulness is gradually growing up.
　It's as if the Lord is stealing the girl's growth time away from her.
　At a frightening pace, the mistress was being perfected as the Lord who rules.



　--And little by little, the speed of the experience accelerates.

　As if tumbling down, it continues from "Chapter Three" to "Chapter Four".
　It's a very good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　...... Oh, I don't even feel like getting angry anymore.
　At any rate, from here on out, it's just a story that's going to fall away. I don't care about anything--.



　With victory after victory, they were gradually expanding their territory as well as their defensive warfare. Although it hadn't yet taken shape as a country, it had the strength to fight, but it was still in a position to do so.
　Along the way, there was a time when the castle town was about to be overrun by demons who had fled from the south.
　The explosive increase in the number of people confused the mistress.
　Looking around the hastily established campsite, she asks her aides for details.

''What is this about ....... Why is this so sudden .......
That is 'The Lord who rules'. I've spoken to some of the immigrants, and they say that there is a rumor in the south that there is a paradise in the far north.
'Paradise at the North End ......?　Is that what you said: ......?

　What part of "here"?
　A child is at the top for fun, the finances are just barely there, and the form of the organization is on the verge of collapse. Still, why do we call 'this place' a paradise?
　In the first place, it is not the Nushies who want to go to that "paradise", but the mistresses.

My Lord who rules. The armies of the South are demanding their return.
'Restitution ......?　Of what?
'These are the demons who escaped. They claim to be from the South.
"--?　What are you talking about?　Tell him, tell him this!　We have our own laws. All of our people who have fled south are my family...　I can't give it back!
Yes, sir. I was hoping the Lord Commander would say so. Well, you have my word.
'Oh, yeah, ......'

　I got into bad habits again.
　Out of anger, I protected the demons.
　Perhaps because I'm trying to be the "Lord", my head burns when I think of the demons who are being mistreated.

　And the eyes of the people who were watching the concubine change color.
　As usual - again, they begin to buzz, "It's the 'ruling king (Lord)' as usual".

　Yeah, I already know.
　This one's face is twitching, and I'm just starting to get back to normal.

　We'll have to live up to that expectation, won't we?
　Fortunately, it's the concubine who wants to go to that 'paradise' more than anyone else, so I think I can at least prepare that fake for you.

　Thus, the rebels in the north are forced to come up with a policy to accept immigrants and maintain their lives.
　It was largely due to his brother Ayde that he was able to make that immigration acceptance happen. Aide had no talent for combat, but he was second to none when it came to hard work and tricks.
　Above all, the Aide was prepared to sacrifice himself for his country.

　However, Ayd does not consider the burden of his concubine.
　He has a sense that his brother takes it for granted that if he's the 'King Who Rules' (Lord), he can do everything. And the mistress tries to live up to that expectation. This too, as usual.

　Frighteningly, by continuing to do so, the North was slowly beginning to become a nation.
　With the concubine as its king, the newborn nation of Viisia was about to be born and fall.

　Seeing the current situation, the man who was his friend, Serdra, calmly analyzed the situation.

''-- It's painful that most of the royal family has disappeared. Because of that, everyone wants you to behave like royalty, and on top of that, they want you to be calculating as a general and even charismatic as a revolutionary.
Seldora: "Seldora: ......
And luckily, you seem to have the wherewithal to do it.

　That's what they say about misfortune.
　As usual, my friend doesn't know the hearts of others: ......!

'Such a vessel, no mistress has ....... It's all a coincidence. It's all a coincidence. It's all a coincidence, it was just luck ....... It's all a misunderstanding on your part.

　Since there were only two of them, the mistress let out a weakness.
　Only Serdra, who was as powerful as her mistress, could say that.

''Is that so?　No, either way, I'm a klutz. I can only help you out, though: ......

　However, that weakness did not reach them.
　Even her friends no longer doubt that she is the 'ruling king' (Lord).
　Seeing this, they know that there is no longer anyone to consult with the mistress.

...... No, no, you must be having a hard time being a bogeyman. Even if you're just helping me out, you're helping my mistress.
'I'm the one who's saved. I don't mean to be inappropriate, but this position is a medicine for my disease.
'Well, that's good to hear ....... Sorry, but leave me alone for a bit .......

　From then on, I never consulted Seldora again.
　I can't rely on anyone else anymore.
　I can only manage on my own.

I have no choice but to do it. ......!　This concubine is ......!

　I made up my mind to do so - and the rate at which I was falling accelerated further.

　The reopened concubine comes up with only one thing to do: end the war.
　She shifts from a defensive battle to a strong offensive and begins to retake the northern territory. The current concubine has the strength to do this.
　As much as she hated to admit it, she had developed not only simple strength, but also the ability to lead. She knew that she would not end up playing around forever, and this was because she had studied in her sleep alone to fight the South. He read the literature of the castle and built up his own way of fighting.

　As a result, he won the hearts of the people and gained the trust of his subjects.
　Even though he possessed extraordinary power as an individual, the "One who steals the truth of the wind" with the help of others was close to invincible.
　And a few years later - and easily, the mistress would fulfill her long-cherished desire.

'--Yay ......!　We've taken the Northland back to pre-war times!　Haha, I finally got it back: ......!

　It was a big deal to fundamentally rethink the way the demons fought.
　It took time for them to be able to fight against the South without relying on their mistresses. However, originally, if you consider people and demons on their own, the demons were stronger. As long as they had a general to unite those strong individuals, there was no way they could fall behind the South.

　As if to prove this, the North won a series of battles in a row.
　It was no wonder, because not only did it have a led demon army, but also a concubine who led the real demons.
　When they were accompanied by a dragon that was rampaging on the frontier, they were feared by both enemies and allies alike.

　And they succeeded in restoring the map, which had been repainted, to its pre-war state.
　The nations of the North regained their power, and their concubines brought it all together. The balance between the North and the South had returned to a state of balance, and there was enough to conclude an armistice.

　Immediately, Mistress proceeds with the truce and succeeds in doing so successfully.
　She brought the world back to the same state of affairs that existed when she was in her native steppe.
　Ah, now .......

　Now, at last--!

'The North is back to normal: ......!　Here, here--!

　--the role is done (・・・・・・・).

　That's what I thought, but .......

"--You did it, 'The Lord Who Rules. Finally, we have come to peace. Then let's use this truce time to prepare for the next battle. We need to get our finances in order and reorganize our army. Now we have to bring together the local great tribes. ...... But with the prestige of The Lord Who Rules, that will be easy.
............

　It was only natural.
　The demon in his entourage spoke nonchalantly, ''I'll tell you the following.

''Let's push for diplomacy with the South, of course, but let's also push for diplomacy with the West and the East. This revolution wouldn't have succeeded without the cooperation of his countries. I am sure that many things will be required of us. As for the rest--
'And sorry to interrupt. What happened to the story of the exiled Vyisian royalty coming back too ......?
'What?　Are you from the Royal House of Viisian, ......?　Oh, I might come back, indulging the warmth of The Lord, the King Who Rules (Lord). But what about it?　"The Lord who rules.

　What about it?

　The meaning of the word is known and I despair.
　But the mistress's hardened expression remains the same.
　The perfect king with a mortified expression is listening to the report of his entourage.

　Oh, my body is heavy ....... My face doesn't move .......
　Most of all, I hate myself for getting used to it .......

'No, it would be a pleasure to have you back.

　Someone might be able to use the royalty as a palanquin and target this throne. Let's be glad just to have that possibility.
　That was a possibility that could be expected of the current mistress.

　However, that expectation is naturally being betrayed.
　There would be no rebellion in the North for years to come, no matter how many years would pass.

　And so begins the daily grind of state affairs.
　In heroic terms - from the season of the peach blossom to the season of the yellow blossom. From the season of red blossoms to the season of white blossoms. The unsettled season peculiar to the north repeats itself - or does it?
　Probably the "High King Chapter" of "The Five Chapters" if you want to name it: .......
　Oh, I don't even care about that anymore: .......

　His position as king becomes solid and the sense of falling becomes stronger and stronger.
　I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm going to be doing.

　Not only the expectations of the people, but also those of the other northern countries are weighing on my back.
　It's so heavy that I feel like I'm going to be crushed. But the mistress can't be destroyed. If she is gone now, the northern countries will be swallowed up again by the south.

　So it has to be done.
　She has no choice.

　This is how the concubine becomes the real 'Lord' and loses her real self, Titi.
　The loss of Titi had a profound effect on her mind.
　Little by little, you naturally lose sight of what you are doing. Even his self-consciousness is lost, and his sense of time is further accelerated - or even deranged.

　How many years have passed since that day ......?
　With this in mind, today, the mistress welcomes her subjects at the Vieisia Castle.
　She looks exactly the same as before - but as the legendary "Lord who rules", she has to receive many kings, heroes, generals and chiefs of powerful families.

　It is the job of the current concubine to unite the northern country, which has become rocky, and make it even more rocky .......
　As I recall, yes, .......
　And since this is a job, it can't be helped ....... I have to go quickly .......

' -- 'The King Who Rules (Lord). The time for the meeting has already begun.

　Aide, who had grown into a respectable vizier, called his mistress.

　His brother was old.
　Before he knew it, he had surpassed his mistress' back. He has gone from an innocent face to an adult one. His body is a little thin and unhealthy, but unlike his concubine, he has become a fine adult.

''Ah, id ....... Let's go now ......

　And today, my mistress will go to the throne room of Vyasia Castle.
　She sits on the throne with the flag of the north at her back.
　The influential people sitting at the round table in front of her gasp at the appearance of the Lord, the King who rules.
　But the number of unfamiliar faces has increased. The number of influential people here is just as large as the size of the northern territory. It is ten times larger than the day of the rebellion.

''Then, 'The Lord who rules,' Mr. ......
Yeah, let's get started.

　The day of the rebellion, the regular meetings began.
　But nothing has changed, no matter how many years have passed.
　Everyone looks at the mistress expectantly. Even the country's highest-ranking general, Volus, only affirms her words.
　And so does the country's prime minister, Aydo.

''Yes. All in accordance with the words of the 'ruling king (Lord)'.

　All of them hang their heads to their mistresses.
　The usual meeting was over again, as usual.

　The movers and shakers walked out of the throne room.
　They had an expression on their faces as if to say that everything would be safe with the "Lord who rules.

　It was too different from the meeting that the mistress had in mind.
　It was supposed to be the way of the country she had created, to combine all the opinions at this meeting and make it the policy of the North. They thought that this would make the country less dependent on the concubine, but that was not the case at all. Without a concubine, it would remain a country that would fall apart.

　The result of being too much of a perfect king.
　At any rate, military and political affairs will all be resolved when a concubine is present. A concubine who wants the demons to be happy will make sure they succeed no matter what. I know this, but my body moves on its own.
　Not the girl Titi, but the 'King Who Rules (Lord)' moves .......

　And it seemed that the more perfect the king was, the faster time seemed to go. It's not just the dimension of being busy with hard work, it's the feeling that you're not there. It's as if I'm dreaming, and time is moving forward at high speed.

　In the midst of such a nightmare, at an unknown time, the mistress mutters to herself, "Well, it's over.

It's over. My role is over. And yet, how long will it continue? This is ......

　There is no answer to that question.

　First of all, mistresses don't age - that's the main problem.
　Because of this, she can't even plan a retreat.

'The concubine does not change ....... Because she doesn't change, she can't end up ......?

　I continue to ask myself.
　The country is not yet at a level where we can consider a successor. The level of education is low and there is a complete lack of manpower. Of course, we're taking steps to fix that. But even if we solve that problem in a few decades' time--

　--will the people give up such a convenient existence as the 'King of the Immortals'?

　He is the strongest mage with a strength that cannot be assassinated. He has the strongest magic and witchcraft on the continent, and even if he is poisoned, he only needs to belch a little bit. He has a hundred battles to fight and his political duties have reached the highest level. They are not aged, so their abilities will not deteriorate. No, on the contrary, his abilities continue to grow even now. On the contrary, he is still growing, and is at the peak of his abilities. While possessing a power that surpasses lore, he loves his country more than anyone else, and is rumored to have a perfect personality on the street. Furthermore, his enemies fear him for his very existence, and his country has made him an object of faith beyond respect.

　You don't have to ask yourself the question, but you have the answer.
　A concubine will always remain a king as long as she is a concubine.

　When you realize this, your body shakes, not trembling even when surrounded by a thousand swords.

''Mu, it's impossible ....... I can't stay sane .......

　Always the King ......?
　How long is that forever?
　If he was truly immortal, then we might not be talking about a hundred years.
　Not a hundred years, but a thousand years. Must he continue to be king for not just a thousand years, but forever?

　Alone in the king's own room, the concubine shook her head.
　And with that fear, the concubine left the king's room.

　She wanted someone to help her.
　She couldn't bear the thought of suffering alone anymore.

　The first thing that came to her mind was her friend Serdra, but she quickly drowned it out of her mind. Now that guy was fighting at the southern end. It is doubtful that he would be able to communicate with me, even if he were here in the first place. It was the king's concubine who had done so. You don't have any "friends" anymore. He has no more "friend", he has a new life as the "general" of the front line.

　Then it's my brother.
　He has no one but his brother Aide.
　My brother is the one I need to protect, but I'm running out of time.
　I can't say he's my sister.

　I'm Done with it.
　I just want to quit everything and go home.

　We'll find that place that's just like home, and we'll run away and live in silence together in the dark!

　I wanted to say that, so I looked for the id.
　I run through the castle to the vizier's room.

　Oh, id .......
　I'm in pain ....... Help me .......

'Ayd, ayd, ayd, ayd--!

　Running through the corridor, the mistress arrives.
　She opens the door of the vizier's room, and in it--.

"Oh--oh!　The Lord who rules in just the right place!　I've done it myself!　'The one who steals the logic of the tree'!

　There was an id.
　Before I knew it, he was my brother, who had become a tall, skinny adult.
　That aide had an unusual presence, as if he was some kind of monster.

''Eh?''

　There was no brother there to protect.
　The Aide, who was more than two sizes smaller than her concubine, had become bigger - and stronger - than her.
　Because he had walked beside her for so long, the Aide had become a 'perfect vizier' worthy of being the 'ruling king (Lord)'.
　On top of that, he had even become a 'stealer of reason' of the same kind as his mistress.

''Look!　What do you think of this power!　I followed the advice of the Apostle myself and 'stole the truth'!　Oh, I can help you with this. No longer will I say that the country is held by the Lord who rules alone!　Now I can follow you to perfection!　Yes, I will accompany you forever and ever!　My 'Lord'!

　Then he looked at his mistress with sparkling eyes.
　Her body, which had been heavy even just for the sake of it, felt many times heavier.
　It felt as if the weight of the body was going to drill a hole in the ground and fall into the abyss.

''Finally!　I think I'm finally going to get my wish!　You'll be fit to be the first vassal of the Lord of Hosts!　Hmph, as long as I have this power, it looks like I'll be able to fulfill the promises I once made!
'Oh, yeah, id: ......'

　The root of my tongue is dry and I can't speak well.
　But the aroused id doesn't notice it.

''Hmph, could it be that it was too long ago and you've forgotten?　I'm talking about making the word 'demon' forgotten by the world one day!
'Aye, id. ......'
'The word 'demon' inevitably comes with an image of defilement. A more appropriate word than that, a word that would make you more aware of nature's bounty - for example, 'beastman' might be good. It might give you an image of being a little wild, but don't you think it's rather good?　It will also make our strengths known.

　It's not. No, it's not.
　It doesn't matter.

'Id, wait: ......'
'Oh, are you a little stunned?　Of course, I know I'm more concerned about the immediate future than such a future. If we are going to change the consciousness of human beings all over the world ...... , it will take hundreds of years to bring the continents together. It's a level that I hope to have achieved in a thousand years. Nevertheless, as the Prime Minister of Vyasia, I can't help but wish for it. No, as a witch born in the north, I guess. ...... Hmph.

　I'm no longer interested in countries and the friction between people and demons.
　They are of no importance to her at heart.
　The most important thing in life is not others, but her own.

Yes, you're right (・・・・・). It's your dream. As your king, I'm rooting for your dream.
'Yes, we will protect this country together!　"The Lord who rules!

　I can't do it anymore.
　Aide - no, I can't say anything to this Lord Prime Minister of the Vyisian State.
　This guy is my brother and that's why he expects more from his concubine than anyone else in this country.
　He even thinks that it's normal for the king to continue to fight until he brainwashes the entire continent in a thousand years - that's what he thinks.

　No, this face may not be a thousand years.
　Forever. Forever, he's going to do it.
　I'm going to be my mistress' vassal forever and ever.
　That's why I've become immortal myself, in line with the Eternal King.

　I'm sure of it now.
　This guy - he has no intention of becoming my brother again.
　Never again.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha--!
'Hmph, I can't wait to see what happens next. Hmmm--!

　The King and the Prime Minister laugh at each other.

　Oh, when did you know ....... There is no one who understands .......
　I'm becoming unable to prove that I am who I am because I don't have anyone to recognize me as a titty. At this rate, I'm going to end up with the concept of a king who is incapable of being indispensable.

　The concubine had no choice but to return to the king's own room, alone.

　--and clearly understand that she is alone, and time is accelerating again.

　Again and again, the seasons pass.
　The cheers echoing from my back increase in concert.
　More people to lead.
　More and more people to protect.
　More and more people to fight for.
　More and more people to protect.

　And she, a weak-minded mistress, cannot refuse. She can't throw it away.
　Even though she has already passed her limit, everyone piles on, saying that it's okay if it's the 'Lord who rules'.
　Both hands and feet are already paralyzed by the weight of the pile, and they can't move at all.
　On the contrary, even the sense of time has been paralyzed.
　The world as I see it is fading away.

　--Time is accelerating even faster.

　.............
　.........................

　Oh, when is it now ......?　
　What's going on ......?
　Who is the mistress and what is she doing now ......?

　That's what she asked herself, and she continued to fight as a king.
　Before you know it, even though the sky was covered with dark clouds - even though people began to use magic that was the prerogative of the 'reason stealer' only - my mistress worked as a perfect king without a hitch! -- and kept fighting.

　Ironically, even with her diminished self-consciousness, it was easy for her to rule the north with her talents.
　If there was a civil war in the north, she would make a speech as the "Lord who rules" and contain it - and if there was a dispute with the south, she would go out and win - and return to Vieisia as the undefeated king, again and again.

　It was repeated.
　Over and over again, year after year, and over and over again, and over and over again - even as the sense of time accelerated and accelerated and accelerated - and over and over again. --......

　...... -- Along the way, one oddity occurred that could not be overlooked.
　Fortunately, a "foreigner" mixed in with the too-perfect world of the "Governing King (Lord)".

　Suddenly, the number of enemy soldiers in the south who could not fall easily increased rapidly.
　Furthermore, the probability of the birth of a demon in the south begins to decrease dramatically.

　The repetitive process changes, and the self-consciousness that had been scraped away recovers a bit.

　The first thing I check is the three strong knights.
　Three talented human men calling themselves Aleiss, Rands, and Helvirshine.
　It didn't take long for them to reach the same 'reason stealer' as their mistress.
　Then came the saintly Nosfi Fuzzyaz, the leader of the group.
　Just as the concubine had risen to prominence, this girl, Nosfi, suddenly appeared as a savior.

　The South, which had continued to lose the war, began to fight back.

　However, they can still maintain it, though.
　We have a minute of experience here.
　It's not enough for the North to crumble.

　--for the country to crumble (・・・・・・・).

　That's right.
　At that time, the mistress was hoping for the collapse of the country.
　She was waiting for it to happen now.

　Her country - no, someone who would kill her concubine who called herself 'The Lord'.
　She wishes for the existence of such a savior.
　A concubine who has been called the "Savior of none other" wishes.


　--And then, on a certain battlefield, they meet.


　One on one, on a battlefield where the terrain has been changed by the wind and stained with the blood of the dead.
　A monster's mistress faces the same monster, and they exchange words.

So we meet at last, "Mad King". I'll save you from yourself right now.

　"I meet a 'Kanami' (foreign body).

...... That's right, you're the Kanami?

　I wasn't interested, but as a king, I had the information.
　Without a doubt, this dark-haired, black-eyed knight was the founder of the country called the South, who had revived it.

　Young, I first thought.

　However, one could immediately see that this was not that dimension.
　Its magic power was too specific.
　It was even more unfinished than the concubine that was called a prototype by the apostles.
　What an unstable 'stealer of reason'.
　That's what I thought.

'Tell me what you want, Lord.'
Wait. Why would you ask this mistress that?
'Just answer the question: ......!　People like you are getting on my nerves over here ......!

　The man was like his mistress.
　He was just as desperate and crazy as his concubine.
　If you think of him as a king, he's definitely someone you have to kill. He knows he has to fight. But - this madman understands my concubine.

　More than anyone else in the north. No, more than anything else in the world.

'Cheeky talker ....... My concubine is the 'ruling king (Lord)' .......
What a king. You lie, you stupid b*tc*. Just check out ....... You're no king. You're just a weakling, just like me, forced to live with the consequences. Yeah, I'm just a weakling who's been tricked and oppressed and forced to live in harmony with the rest of the world.

　There are enemies who talk cocky to their mistresses.
　However, this was the first time they had guessed the inner workings of a concubine to this extent, including their allies.

''Concubine forced herself to ......, are you ......?
Yeah. It doesn't suit you, the way you talk. Can't you talk like that any other way?
'Oh, ah, ......, that's ......'
'Tsk, I'm annoyed. Quickly answer me. You're such a slow learner: ......
No, I can't remember how it happened, ....... I think it was a different way of speaking: ....... As I recall, this was a makeshift way of speaking ......, the .......

　When they were alone, the mistress couldn't speak well, probably because she was suddenly cut to the heart of the matter.
　How many years had it been since she had been so clearly self-conscious?
　When was the last time a concubine spoke as a concubine?
　Anyway, her tongue wasn't working well.

"Oh, that's enough. That's enough. Anyway, tell me what you want!
What does a mistress want ......?

　What's that? .......
　I feel like there were a lot of them.
　I feel like there were places I wanted to go.
　But it's all worn out and I can't remember.

Wow, I don't know ....... But I do know that it's not 'here'. Ah, you are right: ....... I just want to stop being a king ......, and I'm sure I want to stop!　Please take this mistress out of the north: ......!　Please ......!!!

　I was bewildered by the sudden understanding of the man, but I begged him as if to spit it out.
　The dark-haired, black-eyed man accepts it.

''--Cursery [Dealing]. Okay, so that's the 'contract' agreement. However, when it comes to bringing out the "ruling king (lord)" from "here", you need to measure the timing accordingly. Even if we took him out now, those two Serdra and Ayd would come back with a large group to get him. If we don't have much more time to spare, we'll have to do it at a much less opportune time: ......
Mm, of course, we don't say now!　One day!　Please!　If we don't do this, my concubine will cease to be a concubine!
'Oh, yeah. I know, I know, ....... Don't worry, I won't abandon you. If there's something you want, I'm going to make it happen as best I can.

　Thus, the mistress would welcome the treacherous knight to the north.
　There were various objections, but due to the track record of the mistress up to now, she managed to get her personnel to pass.

''-- Alright. So, "Aikawa Uzumi (me)" is now your vassal. But don't forget the "contract" (・・・・・・). Someday I'll betray the "Lord who rules" and take the girl named Titty (・・・・・・・・・) out of "here" (・・・・), even if it means destroying everything in viasia (・・・・・・). I will take you where you want to go.
Yeah, please. ......
'In return, I'll have to use the northern army for once. Because without the pawns, we can't break down the walls protecting the southern apostles.
It's not that easy.
"Tida, Rowen, and Fafner's Three Knights. And Nosfi. Keep these 'stealers of reason' in check with the power of the king you have, and in the meantime, I will kill the original apostle.

　The killing of the Apostle, the cause of the burgeoning South.
　That's not a bad story for the North. In the long run, it's something I would agree with as King of the North.

　Yes.
　The concubine didn't betray him.
　It's the whirlpool wave that betrays, and the concubine doesn't betray anyone's expectations.
　It was a very sweet escape route. She had no choice but to escape to that path. Even if it was a ploy by Uzumi. That's how far the mistress had to go.

''Wait for me, Lord. Soon I will betray you. And I will destroy your country. To be honest, I've always been disgusted with this country. This is a nation of incompetents living off the apostles' advice. And on top of that, they've turned this stupid girl into a thief, worshipping and relying on such a stupid girl as the Lord who controls them...!　Oh, it's repulsive!
Yeah, you want to go there: ......?
'I can't think where I was. It's so crazy in the north and south, it's honestly weird.
Mumuu: ......

　My country's low opinion of our country from the founder of the South makes me puff out my cheeks a little.
　As a king, I should have argued against it, but my mistress didn't say anything back.

　It was because the non-king part of the concubine agreed with that story.
　A part of her felt as disgusted and disgusting as Uzumi, and in the back of her mind, she thought that she was just as disgusting as Uzumi.
　After all, Uzunami is the one who understands his mistress.

　And with Uzumi as her knight escort, more months passed.
　Thanks to the numbness of my sense of time, the time came quickly.
　I don't know when, but very early on, Uzuraha tells his mistress.

I don't know when, but very early on, Uzumi tells her mistress: "--It's over. I've made the arithmetic. Thanks to Serdra and Ayd, we have succeeded in dividing the three knights. From now on, I will abandon this country and go hunt down the Apostle Sith.
Finally, it's over: ......?
Yeah, it's over. You need to run, now is your chance. I'm going to make sure that the notoriety you're worried about is going to be directed at me alone as much as possible. Well, at the very least, there will be half as much infamy as me.
"Nah, then my mistress will escape ....... I want to escape .......

　Thus, when the battle between the North and the South reached its climax, the king, the concubine, and the Knight Commander of the Kingsguard, Uzura Wave, disappeared from Viaisia.
　The fact that they were not alone, but two, made their feet lighter.
　His body was at its limit, but he managed to move just because he had someone who understood to lead him.

　In the dark night, the concubines fled from the North Country.
　They ran and ran and ran and ran, covered in mud, through the war zone.
　Then, when they crossed the border and reached an unnamed village, the concubine thanked them.

''-- Uzura Wave ....... Thank you ...... for betraying your mistress. Thank you so much for giving up on my mistress's country .......
Now you're free. North or south, it doesn't matter. Get out of here and run to another continent.

　Out in the country, on a meadow at night, the concubine was weeping.
　Dressed in a ragged rag that did not look like a king's, and with her proud green hair tied up like a village town girl, she wept like a child, no longer bothered by anyone's eyes.

　Her whole body was shaking with the liberating feeling that she was no longer the king.
　However, the trembling was not only due to rapture.
　There was also a little fear mixed in.

　No matter how much he himself had abandoned his role as king, the people would not admit it. Perhaps the northern nations would look for a concubine.
　What's more, just imagining the future of Vieisia without her concubine is scary.
　Although it wasn't determined that it would be absolutely ruined, there was no doubt that this possibility had increased.

　So.
　Even at this moment, I'm afraid of myself thinking that it might be better to go back. Of course, even more than that, I'm standing still because I'm afraid of going back to that hellhole again.

　Due to a mixture of factors, my body didn't stop shaking at all.
　Looking at the mistress who has been crying all the time, Uzuraha sighs.

''...... haha. If you're afraid of being alone, come with me. That alone should make a lot of difference.

　She reaches out her hand.
　The concubine, who was dying of heartache, reflexively takes his hand.
　Uzumi is even more dismayed by such a hesitant mistress.

'Are you really coming, you ....... Even if you follow me, you'll only be used. Don't be so easily tricked. You stupid b*tc* .......

　And he took pity on his overly pitiable mistress and informed her of his own intentions in advance.
　But I know. But I know, I still want to follow her.

...... It's fine. You can deceive and use your mistress more and more. So let me follow you just a little bit more.

　I honestly didn't know what I was going to do from now on, alone.
　Even if I were to return to my hometown, I was confident that I would go mad from loneliness if I didn't have someone to live with.
　Most of all, she also had a true feeling that she didn't want to let go of Uzumi, the only person who understood her mistress.

''Hmm. Besides, it would be too much for you to handle on your own, wouldn't it?　Even though the three knights have been successfully quarantined, there are still those who steal the reason for the light left in the apostles. You really want this 'demon king's' power, don't you?
'Oh ......, God!　You're such an idiot, dude!　After paying so much money, now you're going to throw away your life as well ......!
It's fine. Let me join you, Uzumi. I'd like to help you out a bit. ......
I'm not saying you can't: ....... I'm just saying that it's never a problem to have the strength to fight, .......

　-- Thus, the Southern Apostle Defeat Party was born.

　It was the best anti-apostle party imaginable on this continent at this time.

　After that, the concubine and Uzura Wave headed southward from the border to the castle of Hoozeyards, where the apostle would be.
　However, of course, there were pursuers on the way ...... to the city.
　First of all, it's the perfect vizier-sama of the north, the 'one who steals the reason for the tree' id.

''--Uzuraha-sama!　Why?　Why did you betray yourselves!
The id ....... Sorry, I don't have anything to talk to you about .......

　The vortex wave did not respond to the pursuit of the Viasia State Prime Minister.

''Then, 'The King Who Rules' (Lord)!　You fight!　With that traitor there!　You can win, even against a primordial opponent!
'Goodbye, id ....... Mistresses go with the vortex waves. ......
"Ro, 'The Lord who rules'!　What do you mean by that!
After all, she was only a child. ......
"The Lord who rules!　Why on earth!　'The King who rules (Lord), the King who rules (Lord)', 'The King who rules (Lord)', 'The King who rules (Lord)'.

　He leaves his brother, who called his sister king until the end.

　And the next battle was against the causal enemy, the southern banner-sama 'The One Who Steals the Light's Reason', Nosfi.
　We were hiding in the non-war zone and approaching the castle of Hooziyaz from behind.
　In the empty darkness, a glowing girl was waiting for me.

'Lord ......, Lord Lord Lord Ro--Oooh!　Why!　Why are you two here, together with Uzumi-sama!
That's our line: ......?　Why is Nosfi here ......?　You are the flag of hope for the South, so make sure you're on the front lines!　The South is in danger!
''I don't want to be told by you right now ....... To begin with, my purpose is Uzumi-sama, the only person ......!　There's only one!

　The mistress is surprised by his unhesitating reply.
　The power relations on the battlefield are no longer a mess.

　If it was to be mistress's turn, she thought it would be a little later, but Nosfi's appearance was quicker than she had expected.

''Uzumi, let the mistress take care of things here.

　Instead of Uzumi, who would be hard to say, the mistress suggests first.

"...... Oh. Please.

　After a bit of hesitation, Uzurinami ran off. He ran without saying a word to Nosfi, who would have been following him, and without giving him a second glance.

　Behind her, Nosfi tried to chase after her.

''Wait, please don't!　Master Uzumi!　Please listen to me!　Everything that happened that day was a misunderstanding!　Let's talk about it first--!
You're as busy as ever, Nosfi. But since Uzumi is busy, let's have a little fun with the mistress. It wouldn't be bad to end the battle here, would it?

　But the mistress stops her by standing between them.
　Naturally, Nosfi is furious.

'Get out of my way!　Lord oo--!　

　Nosfi screams and attacks.
　The flag in his hand and his mistress's bayonet clash with each other.

　---The final battle for her begins.

　And it is also the time of the concubine's end.
　So, Mistress does not know what happened to Uzumi and the apostles after this.
　All she knows is Nosfi and her own end.

''--Aah, aah!　Ah, aaaaaaahhhh!

　Nosfi roared while becoming a 'half corpse' (half monster).

　The battle between the representatives of the North and the South, rather than clearing the surrounding area, extended to the castle town.
　As if struck by a thousand storms, the capital of the South collapsed.

　Most of it was the work of Nosfi, the supposed savior of the south.
　The roaring Nosfi's figure, roaring like a monster, no longer retained its human form.

''This is a snake of light--!　No, the half-snake man (lamia) species!

　With all his power released, Nosfi's half body had turned into a snake.
　His life was cut down by the power beyond his limits, and the way he continued to fight even though he was half dead, he was no longer a 'Banner of Light'. It is trying to become the light itself.

　But it's still not enough.
　No matter how much he pushes the limits, Nosfi is too new to be a 'stealer of reason'. On the other hand, the mistress is the oldest 'the thief of reason'.
　The difference in their absolute experience will decide the game.

''Wow, I'm inferior to you!　Then give me more power--!　I need more power--!　If it's from this 'World Dedication Formation', then aaaaah!

　However, Nosfi did not admit defeat.
　It's a good thing that you're not the only one who has the ability to do this.
　But it was too huge a force to be handled by one person.

''No, Nosfi!　I won't let you do that--!

　If this is the case, the magic power will go out of control. And on an unprecedented scale.
　If left unchecked, there will be a lot of deaths in the south - and not just that, the continent will be blown up.
　That's what you can be sure of, that magic power is packed into that magic circle.

　The continent would be blown away.
　In other words, the north would be involved as well.
　I'm no longer a king.
　I have nothing to do with the North.
　The current mistress is just a traveler.

　But that didn't mean she couldn't be abandoned.
　I don't want to see innocent people die.
　That is her nature.
　She wants to save everyone, and will do everything in her power to stop Nosfy.

　That battle can no longer be called a human battle.
　The mistress also became a 'half corpse' by getting serious, which made it look like a summit battle between a monster and a monster.
　However, the conclusion of the decisive battle of the century would end at the hands of a third party.
　Suddenly, the magic circle made a completely different move and was about to swallow Nosfy.

''--NA!　Nosfies are destroying themselves!　No, it's being swallowed up by the camp!　No way, the true purpose of this camp is to capture - or rather, absorb - the concubines, "the one who steals reason"!　Stop your interference with the magic circle, Nosfi!　If you don't do it, we'll all fall together!

　It became a demonic magic circle that melted everything on the continent.

''I won't stop!　If this kills 'the one who steals reason' as well!　The road will be a painful one!　In fact, I see this as an opportunity!　Yeah, a positive attitude is what I'm all about!　Be clean and right, move forward, move forward, one day your wish will come true...!

　It's true that the concubine's body has been affected as well.
　But even more than that, Nosfi is in danger.

''You must stop!　Can't you see that the mistress does not want you to die!
'I don't want you to die!　What are you talking about, Lord!　We are the enemy!　It's the enemy!
'No!　If only we'd met differently, we could have been friends!　Yes, if only fate were a little different, we could all get along!　The fight to date has taught me that, mistress!
'Too late!　It's too late for everything!　Lordy oo--!

　-- In the end, there was no way to persuade them, and the concubines were struck by each other.

　No, is it more accurate to say that both of them were killed by the magicians .......

　As the continent engulfs me, I think.
　Perhaps the power of this magic circle was the work of Vortex Wave. He hated the world as well, but he especially hated 'those who steal reason'.
　From the beginning, he might have planned to erase his mistress and Nosfi together here.

　Feeling the disappearing body, I mocked myself.

　Ah, I've been fooled by the vortex wave. ...... Haha .......
　But I'm relieved that the death was better than I thought it would be.
　It wasn't as painful as when he was king in Vyasia Castle.

　At least it wasn't eternity now.
　The fact that she was spared from eternal torment was the best thing that could have happened to her concubine.

　Consumed by the magic circle, her body shattered, she laughed as she disappeared into the darkness.

　Ah, this is death. This is the end.
　Vanishing, becoming nothing.

　To be honest, I'm a little scared.
　But more than that, it's a relief.
　I can be free. At last, everything can be over.
　I can end ...... and finally .......
　You can go back to her...... and this...... and go home to ----

　Those were the last words of my mistress.
























　-- were meant to be (・・・・・・・).

　After a bit of time, I notice something unusual.
　In the midst of the darkness, my consciousness does not disappear for any length of time.
　There is nothingness, and the ego that is me continues to be maintained.

　...... Ah, that?

　The mistress is supposed to be dead.
　So I couldn't help but wonder why she was still conscious.
　And more than that bewilderment, it was frightening.

　The fact that it's not over yet makes my soul tremble with fear.

　...... What does this mean?

　As the question popped into my head, the words 'labyrinth' and 'guardian' entered my mind. And while the information is vague, it is made known.

　--I'm not going to be able to get out of it. I'm sure that the guardians will be able to disappear with that qualified person, so wait until then.

　...... Is this the voice of the Vortex Wave?

　The explanation of this inexplicable situation is given in the voice of the one who once understood.

　--that the 'stealer of reason' born by the apostle is immortal and immortal. That they cannot die easily as long as they are undead. And, among other things, Lord Titi's undeath is so thick that he is in trouble - he was taught that he is in trouble.

　...... Suddenly, if you say unrequited, we are in trouble too. I don't know about that.
　...... What?　Then what do you want?

　Again, I'm approached with the same story of someday.
　But I don't know that either.
　I don't know, so I followed the vortex wave and died.

　...... If you don't know, find out?
　...... Remember the past?

　That being said, there's no way to remember when you don't even know what you're going to find.

　But if you don't know what it is, you won't end up ...... trying.
　Now, a quick thought came to mind about the Vieissia country that I left behind. I'm curious to see if Vieissia was able to properly defeat the south after the concubine disappeared. If it had been destroyed because of her concubine, then it would be nothing but an unfinished business.

　And if there are other regrets--, 'past'?
　It's obvious, but I think the 'past' has all the answers.

　When I answered that to Vortex Wave in the darkness, it was returned with a short "Okay".
　And I felt the vortex wave's presence fading away.

　...... or the Vortex Wave!

　There's no way to extend a hand to try to keep the only person who understands.
　That's natural. She no longer has a body.
　Thus, the concubine is left alone in the darkness.

　After that, a long and short time passes - the "Heroic Story" continues with the "Epilogue".
　If the time between that betrayal and death is the "Final Chapter", then an "Epilogue" would be appropriate after this.

　...... Ah, yes.

　It was not the end for the mistress.
　Rather, it was just the beginning.
　This is where the true curse of Mistress's "Lord" (Lord) to rule begins.

　It was no longer a matter of suffocation, her breath had stopped.
　Life, which had accelerated too fast, had managed to dive through death at a terrifying rate.
　The body perished, disappearing without a trace from the world.

　--but (...), not yet (・・・・・).

　The story is not over yet.
　The story is not over yet, there is still a "post-tale of a thousand years" to come, which will break your heart just by looking back.

　It's a postquel that is too long.

　A long, long story that I don't want to read anymore.
　A story that eats away at your heart no matter how fast-forwarded it is.
　A story that the mistress tried to forget until she went mad.

　But the story was definitely there.
　That, too, Mistress remembers. ......



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　Before I knew it, the mistress was sitting.
　She was sitting on the throne, dressed in her usual kingly attire, as usual.

　Puzzled by the sudden awakening of consciousness, she checked the world in her vision.

'This is .......'

　Broken candles line the stone walls. A light shines through the windows, making the dust visible.
　Behind them, tapestries representing the Vyisian nation adorned the walls, and an expensive carpet was laid down to the doorway. I thought it looked similar to the place I was once in, but I soon realized it wasn't.
　Vieisia Castle is a building that is showing its age. You can see the age of the building everywhere, but this throne room is far too new. There is no doubt that this place has been rebuilt.

"Could this be what you call a 'labyrinth' ......?

　The labyrinth is explained to me in that darkness.
　And I think Uzurinami said that he would prepare a special space for the untrained concubine.

　I get up from the throne and walk around, checking the situation.
　I walked up to the window and looked around at the world outside.

　There was the Viaissia of the 'past' spread out.
　The world before it was consumed by war.
　It was indeed a world of special convenience.

'But what do I have to do ......?　No, how did the mistress die in the first place: ......

　My head is strangely heavy.
　My memory is disconnected and I can no longer remember the past clearly.
　However, I only recall that I managed to get swallowed up by a magic circle while I was fighting Nosfy. The memory of my near-death experience is impressive, as expected.

　I know the cause of death.
　I also knew where I was.
　But it's too lacking in explanation.
　It's not natural. I looked out and saw that, despite the northern countries - honestly, they just seemed incomplete and unfinished.
　It's not like that nervous vortex wave.
　It's not worthy of the magic of "The One Who Steals the Reason of Dimension".

　Maybe there was some kind of accident that caused the space construction to fail.

　But there is no doubt that this is indeed the 'past' that the mistress wanted. The viasia that she left behind is whole.
　The vortex wave may have some intentions that the mistress does not understand.

'Then what the mistress should do is ......

　I jump out of the throne window.
　You fly through a sky of dark clouds and check out the structures. Along the way, he finds something shiny falling in various places in the city.
　It was a magical crystal - a magical stone.

''Demon stone?　Come to think of it, you said that the labyrinth will be treated with a new technique called "Recall Convergence (Drop)" ....... If it's a labyrinth, anyone can do it easily ....... Then maybe this is ......

　I choose a suitable magic stone and touch it.

''--!

　Thanks to the explanation, I soon found out what it was.
　The resourcefulness of "the one who steals the reason" is also a hit on how to use the magic stone.

''Everyone in Viaissia who was swallowed by that magic circle has become a magic stone and is scattered around ....... This means that you want me to use this to restore Viaissia to its original state ......?　Certainly then, any 'past' can be recreated, but ......

　Her current goal is to fulfill her unrequited love, and to disappear completely.
　However, she cannot be sure of her own regrets.
　The only regret that comes to mind now is that of Vyssia, whom she left behind.
　There is no doubt that it was on my mind until the moment of my death .......
　That said, would it really be the end of the world if we made peace with Viaisia in 'here' ......?

'No, the peace of Vieisia is supposed to be the wish and duty of the mistress ....... No, was it a 'promise' ......?　Whatever it is, if you don't put it back, nothing will get done. ...... First, peace. We have to do this one by one, one lick at a time.

　First, he collects the country's subjects that had fallen in the castle yard in an attempt to eliminate the ones he can think of.
　Then, I try to regenerate from the magic stone, trying to put them back in order from the throne room at the starting point. He feels the special wards that were applied to this space reacting. And the miracle that exists only in 'here' is activated.

　The magic power in the air gathered around the magical stone and formed the body of the kalamus.
　This is the "Recall Convergence (Drop)". What a bullshit magic.
　But the vortex waves are always bullshit. I watch it calmly.

　The first one.
　I wake up one of my subjects who was working for me as an aide.

'Ah, ah, ....... Here, this is .......

　He utters the same words as the concubine who just woke up.
　However, I woke him up without thinking for a moment, but in this case, would the vassal be a 'when' subject?
　The answer to that question was immediately apparent.

''Eh, ah, lo, 'Lord', 'Lord'!　You're back!　To this viasia!

　If you play it back as it is, it takes over the previous memory.
　That's obvious. If you don't tamper with anything, they will be what they are.

'Oh, um, that's ......'
But, 'Lord,' What is this quietness ....... Could it be that the "Lord Overlord" was active while I was unconscious?

　The vassal looked at his traitorous concubine with shining eyes.
　Surprisingly, he still believes the concubine who has escaped without any explanation.
　Even though he knows in his reasoning, maybe it's the accumulation of past experiences that makes it hard for him to accept the betrayal.

　The mistress, who is skilled at reading people's minds, knows that she is being pleaded for an excuse.
　So, she'll just answer.
　It was a life's all-embracing strategy.
　Saving and pleasing my fellow demons - that's the only reason for the answer.

Oh, yes, of course. Ah, yes, of course, the battle is over. The reason why she disappeared was to defeat the Apostles Sith and Nosfi Huzzyaz, the root of all evil in the south: ......
'Oh!　I knew it!

　The faces of the subjects are filled with joy.
　To maintain that expression, the mistress points out the window.

'Look outside. There are no longer any enemies here. At last, our demon bloodline has achieved true peace. Yes, there will be peace in 'here' from now on. And as long as she wants it, it will happen.

　It shows a beautiful town where the war is gone.
　Naturally, there's not a single person there.

...... But the situation is a bit unique. I'll explain in a minute.

　Although the mistress doesn't fully understand, if the one above her shows insecurity, it will propagate to those below her. Like a perfect king, she pretends to be confident and tells them that the battle is over and that 'here' is the place where the peace of Vieisia will be achieved this time.
　It was also a way for the mistress to organize her own information.

　Upon hearing this explanation, the subjects were first puzzled by their own death. Naturally, this space like the afterlife is unacceptable to all but those freaks like The One Who Steals Reason.
　The mistress spent half a day settling that confusion, and another half day making them accept this particular situation.

　The next day.
　When she manages to regain her composure, she tells her subjects about her future.

''From now on, the mistress will bring back the nushiras that have been turned into magical stones one by one ....... And then they will all come together to regenerate a perfect and happy viasia. That's the last thing I can do as the 'Lord' who rules .......
"...... I'm sorry I'm so distracted, 'The Lord who rules. That's the heart of it, and I understand.
Mmmm: ......

　Thus begins the second revival of "Viaissia" by the Mistress.
　This time there is only one objective.
　To see it through to the end, and kill her once and for all.
　This time, the clearer the goal, the easier it is to feel. Since it's the second time, things will go much faster.

　After the concubine has made enough preparations in the throne room, she tries to regenerate the second subject. This time, she decided to call the last vassal as it was, again, regenerating as it was.
　If she continued to regenerate only the people of the time of peace here, the mistress would not consider this to be true peace. The people need to be reborn in the form of the magical stones as they are and become peaceful from the bottom of their souls.
　What is important is that her passions are fulfilled, so she will not tell anyone that they can play with her memories.

　And the second one--

　After regaining his self-consciousness and receiving an explanation of 'here', the second subject shouted to his mistress before anything else.

''--Aaah!　Over there!　If you hadn't slipped out then, Viesia wouldn't have perished!　It didn't perish, 'The Lord, the Lord'!

　A word of condemnation awaited the mistress.
　Perhaps the first subject had died early in the battle. So he was calm.
　But the second one had survived until the end of the battle, so resentment was building up.

...... sorry.

　There was no way to do anything but apologize.
　Honestly, I had been feeling guilty ever since Uzura Wave had taken me and run away. I kept regretting that I had escaped. So as a king, I was ready to make atonement.
　But an unexpected word interrupted me.

'--Wait!　Indeed, many deaths were caused by the fact that the 'Lord of the Reigning Kings' (Lord) left the battlefield at that time!　But elsewhere, the king fought to the death!　You can't blame them for that!

　The first vassal covered for him.
　When the second one heard this, his momentum was cut short.

'Elsewhere ....... But then, if you had said so, there would have been a different outcome .......
'There were circumstances that prevented that from happening: ....... Isn't that right, 'The King Who Rules' (Lord)?

　How am I supposed to answer that?
　There is only one way to meet these overly heavy expectations.

"...... Hmm. I want you to listen calmly. The story of my mistress.

　When he said that, the second person took up an honest listening posture.

　-- a chill runs through me at the sight of it.

　In other words, so does this guy.
　This guy also believed in his mistress somewhere in his heart.
　He knows that this is the only way to be saved, so he expects the king to excuse him.

　The mistress had no choice but to repeat the same story.
　Fortunately or unfortunately, that kingly and perfect explanation was powerful enough to assuage the second's anger.

　Then, entering the third day, the third person was reborn.
　This was another repetition of the same thing as the second day.
　The same story was repeated again.

　It went on to the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth, and each time the story was told - and then the story was told.

"- Everyone listen to the 'Lord of Lords' calmly. ...... All of this was done with deep thought, which is beyond us .......

　Somehow, a mistress is followed up.
　And one by one, the subjects are saved, one by one.

　What is this .......
　It's a farce: .......
　It must be done, alright. All so that the mistress can disappear.

'Oh, I'm sorry ....... It's the Lord who rules. ...... So that's what happened. ......

　Before long, he was surrounded by more than ten subjects.
　And the concubine had become a king who had worked hard for Vieisia until the end of his life.

'Oh ......'

　There was no other way to nod.
　But every time he nodded once, a nostalgic weight settled on his body.

　I couldn't help it anymore.
　If she told the truth here, it would be difficult to recreate the peace of Viaisia. If that happened, the mistress would not be able to fulfill one of her unfulfilled obligations in life forever. It will be impossible to disappear.
　That's all we have to avoid.
　So, we have no choice but to let it be that way now.

"--All of you, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm at the end of my rope until I manage to get in touch with Nosfy. ......

　She makes an arrogant excuse, such as that she should be forgiven because she was fighting Nosfies.

'No, it's fine. Just knowing that makes me feel better. Thank you, "The King Who Rules (Lord)" .......

　And they can accept it.
　It was too farcical, even though I knew from my life experience that people are creatures that only believe what they want to believe. And the feeling of that world being scraped away again - so much so that the sensation of that world being scraped away came over me.

　-- one after another, the mistresses regenerated the castle's men peacefully.

　A few months later, the ever-peaceful Vyasia Castle had returned.
　It was a world that was not threatened by the outside world, as it had been when Mistress served the castle as a gardener. It was a world that everyone in wartime desired and sought until death.

　Hence, it happened.
　One of his subjects was thanking his mistress for her help.

''Ah, we've finally arrived ....... To the 'paradise' that all the demons have aimed for ....... Thank you, 'The King Who Rules (Lord)'. There's nothing left to remember ......, nothing, there's ......, well, c--

　One of the subjects turned his body into a particle of light as he smiled like no other.
　Then he turned his entire body into light and ascended into the sky, becoming a star floating in the black sky. It's too unrealistic and too Melchenic, but it was a scene that could only be described as dead.

''This is ......''

　The suddenness of the event took everyone by surprise.
　However, only the mistress immediately guessed the meaning of the scene.

　In other words, this would be the fulfillment of an unfinished business.
　Everyone here has a lot in common with their guardians (guardians). As long as they can be said to be pseudo 'guardians', their endings are also similar.

　It was a visible hope.
　It's only natural, since it was proven that it could end as long as you get rid of the unresolved issues.

　I immediately began to investigate the details of that particleization phenomenon, under the pretense that it was for the sake of everyone else in 'here'. Of course, the real reason for this was for my own sake.
　As a result of that investigation, I found that the star floating in the sky - the magical stone - has a personality left, but no ego left. It seems to be something like a corpse.

　Furthermore, it also shows that by interfering with the magic stone in the sky, only the personality can be "Recall Convergence (Drop)" once again. Since it's impossible for the peace of Viaisia, the mistress's unfinished business, without everyone's smiling faces, I'm deeply relieved by this mechanism. I thank Uzumi, who would have planted this technique in me.

　--Good. As I thought, this place has been well thought out.

　The more the rules of this place are revealed, the clearer it becomes for the mistress to understand what she needs to do.
　With this in mind, she declares to her revived subjects, "This is everyone's business.

'Everyone's, there is no need to worry. Those who are satisfied with everything will live their natural lives and their souls will return to the world. That's all there is to it.
Convincing, is it ......?

　Some of the subjects voiced their doubts.
　We will soon supplement the explanation.

'Oh, simply put, when you feel truly happy, you can end up just like that. That's how it's done here, so that you don't die in regret again.

　I will explain to myself that I have nothing more to worry about.

"'Here' is a world to make everyone (everyone) happy ....... It's the last 'paradise' created by Uzumi and her mistress.
La, 'Paradise' ......!

　The word causes a groan among the subjects.
　It's natural, since it's what everyone wanted.
　It's also what the mistresses wanted.

Of course, it's her fault that she couldn't prepare for it before she died. I know there are those who believe that this kind of paradise after death is not real. But I promise to make 'here' a better paradise than on earth. I will make it a better paradise than the real one!　So I'm asking for your help!　Together, let's make 'here' the most peaceful country in the world--!

　I will complete it.
　This is paradise, and above all, it's the mistress's graveyard.
　Oh, yes. I'm sure that's where she has always wanted to return to.

　As if that firmness of will could be felt, all the subjects raised their hands in the air and cheered.

''Ah, 'The King Who Rules' (Lord)!　"The Lord who rules!　"The Lord who rules!
That's what I'm talking about.　It's a meticulous plan!
'Finally!　We'll barely make it!　To that true peace!
"To the 'paradise' that we all strive for!　That's where we can be happy and not be threatened by anyone!
"Our Lord who rules!　"The Lord who rules!　"The Lord who rules!

　It hurts my ears.
　I feel nauseous.
　But for now, let's be patient.
　It's all about fulfilling a vendetta - only this time, we're going to die completely.

"Good. We'll move as soon as we decide to do that!　It's time to get out of the castle. We'll bring back the men of the city!　All to create a 'paradise' in the north!

　Then, with his subjects in tow, the work of rebuilding the castle town began.

　However, the amount of magical stones was far greater than that of the castle.
　It would be a long process that would take many years.

　-- again, day by day, nay, years and years, the mistress aims for 'paradise'.

　Many times along the way, she was stared at and cursed by the recreated public. Once they threw stones at her, and once she was stabbed with a blade. But all in order to fulfill his unfinished business, he accepted himself as the ideal king.

　He continued to apologize for his patience, even as he was abused.
　He continued to excuse himself in pain, even as he bled.

　Still, the resentment was often unending.
　The cries of his people seemed to be heard from the depths of the cauldron of hell.

''--Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!　If only the Lord Commander had been there!　I won't forgive, I won't forgive, I won't forgive, I won't forgive, I won't forgive--!

　Sometimes it took me months to convince a frenzied people.
　But they never faltered, and they spoke carefully, one day at a time, one person at a time.
　Once the castle town of Vyasia is done, so are the surrounding villages. And when that is finished, so is the neighboring country. In order to create Paradise, it was necessary to revive the entire north and make it peaceful.

　As a result of this steady work, peace is being built around Vyasia.
　At the same time, a voice of praise for the name of the concubine echoed throughout the world.

''Our 'Governing King (Lord)' did not betray us.''' ''Ah, after all, the 'Governing King (Lord)' was the 'Governing King (Lord)'!''' "'The Lord Who Rules' is the greatest king who ever ruled the North! "The hero of lore who came out to create a 'paradise' for the demons! ''Ah, 'Lord Overlord', the 'Lord Overlord' is back!　Everything was as it was in the lore! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! --......

　His face twitches. His expression hardens again.
　I felt like I was gouging out an old wound.
　The whirlpool wave had allowed me to escape, but I knew I was going back.
　No, I'm falling.
　I felt like I was falling into the abyss again.
　I remember this feeling of accelerated time. It's the feeling of myself chipping away.

　I'm falling too fast to breathe ...... but this time there is a goal. If you go to the bottom of it again, you will die. I know that. So I can endure it.
　I can still hang on. ......--

　-- Thus, after nearly ten years (...) without ceasing to hail and praise, the mistress had completely returned to the state she was in before she was born.

　Her whole body was heavy with infinite expectations. I feel dazed, and time is moving fast. The world is accelerating as if it were falling, yet Mistress continues to be the perfect king without a single mistake. She will only be there to make peace.

　She will become the 'ruling king (Lord)' again, and today, and today, she will happily lead new people to make the world peaceful.

Thank you, 'The Lord'!　Now we can finally live in a peaceful world!
Yes, I am grateful to you. The increase in the number of happy people is what makes this mistress happy. ......

　It's a fully automatic response, with a method of execution perfected by decades of time.

　His responses are perfect.
　However, I am in a daze. Many things are accelerating.
　It's the same feeling I had before I was born.
　Her head is dizzy, as if she were catching a cold. Her head is not dull, so it's weird to feel that dizziness so clearly.
　The sense of equilibrium has been lost, and she feels like she's upside down - upside down. I feel like I'm falling into the darkness of the dark sky, even though gravity is moving downward. Gradually, I feel like I'm hanging on, my feet clawing at the ground - I feel like I'm falling into the sky. I feel as if I'm about to fall into the sky, and my mind is filled with anxiety - a feeling of anxiety.

　I'm starting to feel like I don't know what I'm doing through the bad mood.
　At the end of it all, I sometimes wonder.

　...... Why is she being king again?

　I know.
　I'm doing this so that I can stop being king.
　But you can't stop being king if you're the king. You can't stop being the king if you're the king. Then maybe I should stop being king right now. To stop being king, you have to be the king.

　I know that, but I don't understand it anymore. ......

　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it right or not.
　My body is heavy. Heavy, heavy, heavy .......
　Heavy is hard ....... Painful and unbearable.......

　And my vision distorts.
　Maybe I've lost my mind in the empty throne room.

'Oh, is that ......?　Why not ....... Why, the tears are ......

　It wouldn't stop.
　Rags and large tears were spilling out of my eyes.
　She couldn't let anyone else see them either. Immediately, the mistress hid behind the throne, where she tried to stop the tears from flowing.

　There, she managed to stop the tears from overflowing.
　This is what she needs to do to die, she tells herself desperately.
　It may be a painful process, yes. But it's all about perseverance until the ordeal is done. If he finishes apologizing to all the people, turns the North into a peaceful paradise, and atones for his sins - this time he will be able to die happy and satisfied, without any worries or regrets....

　I can die at last.
　This time we can die well and be done with it.
　So hang in there.
　Try to hold on a little bit longer.
　Keep trying, keep trying. ......!　

　Keep up the good work, keep up the good work, keep up the good work, keep up the good work. ......!

　As I repeat this in my mind, I wipe away the overflowing tears.
　And out from behind the throne comes the perfect Lord.

　To lead the North to peace, the LORD will go today to save his people from the castle.
　And so another year, and another year, and another year passes--......

"Thank you, 'The Lord Who Rules'! We were oppressed in the South and I can't believe we got to live 'here': ......! "Thanks to the 'Lord of the Dominion', I've reached 'Paradise'! I'm sure my departed friends will be happy to hear that! We should be happy for them, too! We'll tell them one day that it's all because of The Lord Who Rules! Yes, my Lord who rules! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

　-- to cheers that I can no longer even hear what the praise is about.

'Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ......, ugh--!

　I weep behind the throne again, alone.
　The voices of curses that accompany the rebirth of the people are indeed hurting the concubine's heart - and the voices of everyone's expectations are rubbing salt on that new wound.
　You'd think that the 'ruling king' (Lord) would be fine, but that's not true. I couldn't help but cry.

　I can't let anyone see me crying that way.
　I took all precautions and made sure that no one could enter the castle.
　His subjects and knights were dismissed from their posts. It was easy to convince them that they had no more enemies. Now all the people are enjoying peace.

　And all the people are grateful to The Lord who rules.

"Oh, thank you, Lord Overlord! "Our Lord who rules is perfect! 'The Lord who rules' is doing his best for us!　Let us strive to lead them to peace too! Oh, you're the Wizard of Oz! "As long as the Lord who rules, we have nothing to worry about. 'The Lord who rules is the true king!　I am blessed to have served a true king! "The Lord who rules!　Our 'Lord' who rules! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

'Ugh, ugh, ugh ......!　If you don't put up with it, ......, this is for the sake of ending it. ......!　To end, jayak, ah, ah, ah, ah, ......!

　It's too loud.
　It's too noisy to bear.
　The mistress can't take it anymore and walks out of the castle.

　Somewhere far away. Somewhere where she can't hear this voice.
　With that in mind, she walks like a lost child.
　She staggers along, banging her head against the wall and falling over and over again.

　At the end of it all, he found himself in the castle's storeroom.
　The idea was that it should be quiet where the books were, but the cheers still reached me. Trying to escape farther away, he finds a door at the back of the stacks.

　You immediately open the door and enter it.
　That room - it was a 'storage room'.

　The paintings were stored in there.
　There were countless paintings depicting the heroic figure of the 'Lord Controlling', the lord of this Viesia Castle.
　The king wears a crown, his green hair flutters and shows a proud expression.
　This is his own image as seen by others. The self I least wanted to admit was there.

'Ah, ah, ah, ......!　Aaaaahhhh, aaaaahhhh, aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh--!

　I scream.
　But the cheers still reach me.
　I was at the end of my rope.

　The body that should have been moving like a king with full automation begins to run out of control with a raging passion.

''--No (...)!　No, no, no!　This is no concubine!　This is not my...　She's not a real concubine, ah!

　He grabs the paintings at random and slams them to the ground. He tears himself out of the painting's perfect expression with his nails. He folds the entire expensive frame and throws it against the wall to break it.

　I ravage and ravage and ravage, tearing everything to pieces.

'Hah, hah, hah!　Hee, hah, hah!

　It's hard to breathe.
　I have freakish strength, but somehow I'm out of breath.
　No matter how much air you breathe in and out, it's as painful as if you were drowning in water.

''Hi, hi!　--Hieu!　Ha, ha, ha!

　Why?
　I'm sucking so much. I've been inhaling so much that I can't even tell if I'm exhaling or not, but the breathlessness doesn't go away. In fact, I felt as if the air in my lungs was going out.

　It's hard to breathe.
　Oh, I can't breathe.

　If I don't do this ......, I'm going to break .......
　I'll lose myself and lose my body to an existence such as "The King (Lord) Who Rules" .......

　I keep doing the same thing over and over, and I don't understand why.

　When is this?
　How hard did the mistress try?
　How long have you been king?
　To begin with, how old is she now?
　On earth, how old was she when she died?

Oh, ahhh, ahhh, ......

　Grunting like a ghoul, I exit the vault.
　Just in time, there is a stack of books here.

　I find a book about my mistress and read it.
　It's the history book of Vyasia and the heroic tale of The Lord, the King Who Rules (Lord).

　My hands shook as I read it.
　I was astonished at the weight of the life I've lived to this day - or rather, the lightness of its lack of substance.
　By calculating the year of the beginning of the heroic tale and the year of his death, the answer came out.
　It is--.

　That's ridiculous .......
　Wow, you said your mistress is over a hundred years old ......?

　It can't be!　This body!
　Nothing has changed since that day!
　And yet, he's older than that grandma!
　More mature than those two!　Unbelievable!
　Even now, my mistress wants to cry to those people and spoil them!

Oh, oh, oh, oh ......, oh, oh .......

　I don't understand it.
　My concubine is a hundred year old grandmother ......?　

　I don't feel that way.
　I still think of myself as a child.
　Is it because I've been feeling like I'm not myself for so long? Yeah, it's definitely the accelerated sense of time as an example. It's as if I feel like I've flown through time.

　And I realize that what I was afraid of is serious.
　Even though my mistress is a girl named Titi, the erosion is accelerating to a king named 'The King Who Rules (Lord)'.
　She makes an unpleasant noise and her very existence is being eaten away.

　The concubine ceases to be a concubine.
　It's sickening and unbearable.
　It's as if there are carnivorous insects gathering on her bare skin - it's uncomfortable!

'Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah--！！！！'

　Ku, I'll go crazy.
　You can't die in your body or your mind, but you will be broken.
　If that happens, I can't fulfill my undoing.
　That's just not good enough.
　I can't. I have to do something about it--

Yeah, that's right!　The 'chanting' taught by Uzumi can interfere with the spirit ....... If you change the 'chanting' a bit, ......, you might be able to get rid of this creepy feeling with 'compensation' or something like that .......

　Maybe she wasn't in her right mind anymore.
　Mistresses get into the hands of things they know they shouldn't touch.

'-- "I do not choose the path I walk." "I am the wind. 'I will walk the whole world', 'I remember wishing that' --

　There is a lot of wind 'chanting' that lightens the heart.
　It lightens the heart - that's just what it means to cut the heart.
　The heart, which is more important than the flesh, is sneaked off with a knife.
　It can't be a proper thing.

　But it was necessary for the mistress now.
　It was desperately needed to chip away at the less-than-decent parts of the concubine.
　And the mistress sublimates the 'chanting'. In order to kill the 'concubine' instead of the 'I', she thinks of 'chanting' for herself.
　She knows that the essence of 'chanting' is to express everything about oneself, in words that are for oneself and only oneself, is the essence of 'chanting'.

'-- or 'accelerate'

　It came out naturally.
　That's the mistress herself now.
　I wanted to put it out of my mouth and get everything out of my concubine's body.

''Accelerate,'' ''Accelerate,'' ''Accelerate,'' ''Accelerate.'' ...... 'Concubine is an accelerating soul'

　Weaving life from the bottom of our hearts.
　With that 'chanting', everything becomes lighter.
　It frees us, albeit temporarily, from unbearable anxiety and fear.

'Ah, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha ......!　Yup, 'accelerated'!　Ummm, more 'acceleration', 'acceleration', 'acceleration' --!　"Accelerate and get it all over with!　"Faster, faster, faster!" "Accelerate!　Accelerate and smash your head to death!　"Get it over with!　Hahahahahahaha--！！！！

　I rejoice in the fact that my body, which was so heavy, is now as light as a feather.

　I know I'm chipping away at something very important.
　But it's so much easier.
　The feeling that I'm living in a small box is gone, and I do indeed feel like I'm living in a larger world. I feel like I'm certainly living in a big world, and I feel like I'm living in a big world, and I'm certainly feeling like I'm breathing clear air into my lungs that I've been struggling to breathe.

　Oh, it feels so good .......
　The unbidden pleasure allows me to hold myself together a bit.

　Here, this is how it has to be done.
　I'm more afraid of going crazy than I am of the 'price'.
　So let's scrape and scrape and forget about the fear.
　Otherwise, the mistress won't be able to keep up (・・・・) .......

　For now, we can only think about disappearing.
　Don't question the means to do so.
　It's a vestige. It doesn't matter what you make it pay for, because as long as you fulfill your regrets, that's the end of it.

　It will disappear someday anyway.
　The mistress, this place, and everything else.
　What's wrong with cutting it down?
　What's wrong with lightening it.

"'Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate' ......, let's die ....... Let's disappear quickly. I'm sure we're almost there ......, we're almost there .......

　I will do whatever it takes to disappear.
　With those words, the mistress leaves the storeroom and also leaves the castle.

　Then she goes about her usual routine.
　It's all right now.
　If you're in pain, just do the 'chanting' of the wind.
　If you repeat the rebirth and 'compensation', it will end one day.

　--End.

　So we will regenerate our people today.
　We will continue to regenerate and apologize, persuade and thank them.
　In parallel, we will rebuild the country and create perfect peace.
　Murmuring the 'chant' and repeating it as if it were a duty.

　Repeating and repeating, and repeating and repeating, and repeating and repeating and repeating - again and again. Proportionally, the advance of time 'accelerates' - and so on. It accelerates and accelerates and accelerates and accelerates and accelerates and accelerates and accelerates and accelerates--. Because we kept doing the same thing too much, the world felt like it was in fast forward. But because of that, I finally--.

　-- Finally, after a hundred years (・・・・・・・・・・), the end will come.

　He apologized to all the people of the North, which reached 100,000, and they were all convinced, and the world came to peace.

　It was perfect.
　There is not a single person who has a grudge against us.
　Of course, there was no foreign enemy.
　We became the ideal northern countries.
　There was nothing more we could ask for.
　The perfect world I had imagined as the 'Lord that rules' has been completed.

"--Oh!　Thank you all (all) for that: ......!　Finally, 'here' is complete!　Authentic!　The final 'paradise' of the demons has been completed here--!

　I declare to those gathered at the castle.
　And the cheers that come back.
　I don't even know what they are saying anymore.
　All I know is that they are calling my concubine's name.

　-- "'King (Lord) who governs, King (Lord) who governs, King (Lord) who governs, King (Lord) who governs!' ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! ''Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! --!

　Only the name reverberated in his head, as if to brainwash his mistress.

　Of course, he went to inform the castle as well as the castle town.
　I went to the surrounding towns, to the parochial villages, and to the neighboring countries that were allied with the North.
　He went around proclaiming the news.

　At the same time, half of the people disappeared. The mistresses watched it with a smile.
　However, for the sake of the remaining people, I will ask the outer side (side) where the souls are gone to come back. For the other half that still remains, in the name that peace must continue to be recreated.

　Thus, the nations of the North enjoy peace.
　Little by little, the people return to the sky.

　That's going very well.
　But why? It makes me feel uneasy.
　The power of my mistress's 'thief of reason' does not decrease at all.

''Ah, I'm convinced--!　We are lucky to be the people of the Land of the 'ruling king (Lord)'!
This peaceful world is the country we set out to live in: ......!　'Paradise' ......!
'I am satisfied. I'm happy to finally see this peace in your eyes. ......

　Even as the chest turmoil strikes, the number of people with souls is visibly decreasing.
　One by one, the dwindling number of remaining people return to the sky and go to sleep.

　--and as far as the mistress could see, all of the people were finally stars.

'Oh, oh ....... Finally ......, done ......?

　From the heights of the castle, I look down on the castle town where the soulless people roam.

　Once again, I look at the country in the eye.
　The world is peaceful.
　It is 'here' that Vyasia enjoys peace, not threatened by battle, just peace.

　And the only thing left in that country is a concubine.
　One concubine with a too thick soul was left alone in the castle in a plop.

''Oh, that (...) ......?''

　Before the sense of accomplishment, a sense of emptiness overtakes you.
　This is the "Paradise" that she had longed for.
　It should be the treasure that she couldn't get during her lifetime, no matter how hard she tried.

　But it's strange.
　I don't feel anything.
　The power of the "thief" has not diminished at all.
　I don't feel like I can disappear with a smile like everyone else.

　Maybe it's because I don't feel like I'm fulfilling a task I haven't done yet, or maybe it's because for a moment I feel the worst.
　Once this is over, I can't think of anything to do next.
　There will be no way to fulfill this desire.

　Perhaps if she were to continue as is--

　Only a concubine--?

'Heeeeeeeeeee!　Ha, ha, ha, ha!　-- 'Accelerate', 'Accelerate', 'Accelerate'!　'Concubine is an accelerated soul'!

　I almost stopped breathing.
　But by 'chanting', you shake off the 'worst' of it.

　That's not possible.　
　Perhaps there's not enough time.
　Besides the mistresses, there are others who have taken longer to disappear completely. These are the ones who were highly adapted to magic in their lifetime. They still remain. And the mistresses are one of the best when it comes to adaptability. I guess they have to enjoy more peace than normal people.

''Ha, haha ....... That's right. Of course you're right. ....... Hahaha .......

　So-- here, feel more. Laugh more. Have more fun.
　Peace. This is what you want to do, isn't it?
　I've forgotten who wanted it, but it's supposed to be the peace I've always aimed for.
　So, laugh, mistress ....... To be satisfied .......
　Laugh more .......

　Mistress leaves the castle and goes out to the castle town.
　In order to enjoy the best country that she has created, even more.

　Because 'here' is 'paradise'.
　Because 'here' is my treasure that I spent a hundred years acquiring.

"--Takara......, stuff......?　Haha, this is my concubine's treasure ......?

　The end of the word naturally trembled as he spoke.

　Are you glowing ......?
　Can you call this world, which is not even colored, a treasure: ......?

　The bustling castle town. Various kinds of demons come and go. There is no one wearing dangerous weapons and armor, and everyone is laughing without any worries. It doesn't matter how old or young you are, men and women, you don't have to suffer through life and enjoy a peace that can last forever.

　However, most of that content is missing.
　A peace with no substance at all.
　The mistress stands dumbfounded by this fact.

　And one child with no content speaks to her in a friendly manner, fully automatic and in her role.
　In this peaceful world, even the king can touch her easily, which is very nice.
　But now that I've seen off so many souls - I'm not so sure.

What's the matter, sire?　Your complexion looks a little funny!
'Oh, oh ....... Does it look like that, ......?
'Let's laugh some more!　We don't have to fight anyone else, you know!

　The empty doll is laughing.
　But there is no soul there.
　So all I get is a creepy feeling.

'Haha, that's right ....... Surely you're right: ......

　If this girl is a doll, what is a concubine who laughs back at it?
　This is just like a child playing with dolls all by itself.

Hmm ......, you look a bit listless. The way the king speaks, he sounds like an old lady, he sounds tired and tired.　Hey, the King can talk like I do!　Then I think you'll feel better naturally!
No, but. As a king, I am the mistress--
'A king is a king, but there's no need to be stern anymore!　Because it's peaceful here!

　My daughter held out her hands.
　Indeed, it was true .......
　The mistress here is already .......

'Yes, you're right. You certainly don't have to be a king anymore ....... You don't have to fight anyone else anymore, no, there's no one else ...... in 'here' anymore--
'Yes!　I'm at peace!
So peaceful has it become: ......
'Yes!　All thanks to the king!　Besides, if anything goes wrong, the king will take care of it!
Oh, yeah, of course it is: ......!

　As a reminder, he has been confirmed to be a king.
　Even the puppets are expecting a mistress. It was too scary.

'Hmm. Hmm.... You can't say that then!
'That's ......, of course, that's ......?'
Yeah, yeah!

　I don't mind at least changing the way you speak.
　There's nothing to love about ...... - didn't you have any attachment to it anyway?
　I can't remember that either.
　Maybe it's because I've spent so much time in here that I can't remember my life anymore.
　No wonder. Another hundred years have passed.
　The attachment to childhood is ...... too distant .......

'The King!　Come play with me!
'Oh, oh ....... That's right, ....... That's not too bad.

　No, don't think about it anymore.
　You decided earlier that you would enjoy peace.
　It's highly likely that it's an unfinished business.
　This kind of 'peaceful world' has always been stuck in my mistress' mind.
　So, let's play more.
　As long as I play with these children in this peace, I'm sure I'll be satisfied.
　The concubine will be satisfied.
　We can disappear just like everyone else.
　You can disappear.
　It would be strange if you can't disappear.
　Of course she can disappear.
　Because right now, she has no idea what else she wants to do.
　That's why she has no choice but to disappear with this.
　You will disappear.

　You have to believe that...



　-- Two hundred years of living 'here' (・・・・・・・).

　My sense of time is not just numb, it's completely broken.
　Yesterday feels like ten years ago, and ten years ago feels like yesterday.
　And yet, I suddenly remember what happened a hundred years ago, and yet it feels like yesterday because of the way it has always been the same. I don't understand it anymore.

　Time is passing at a faster pace.
　It's an acceleration similar to falling. It's like rolling down a slope, and once again, I live through a hundred years (Jinsei) for one person.

　

Are you-- Are you okay, Your Majesty?

　A familiar playmate worries about his mistress on a daily basis.

'Nah, it's fine ....... Because the child is happy ....... It's such a peaceful place. It's the world for her that she's been looking for for so long .......

　And while laughing back at it, a corner of my mind thinks.

　--still (...)?

　Over and over in my mind, "Still? And maybe that's why I'm pale every day.

　Yes, every day. Every day.
　Two hundred years, every day, every day, every day. ......!

　Oh, maybe I can't just disappear and really suffer forever--

　--No, it's not!

　Yeah, you'll be fine.
　Just go above ground when the need arises.
　I had a bit of time on my hands, so I looked for the door to the front labyrinth, and it didn't take long to find it. If you go through there and aim upwards, you'll be on the ground--

　--What are you going to do if you leave 'here' and go?

　Unlike 'here', earth is not built for convenience.
　It's just an unreasonable world.
　Everyone is bickering with each other, enemies are all around them, and they are fighting a never-ending battle.
　That is the world as it should be.

　Walking through such a world, a mistress would not be able to put up with helping others. And if this 'power to steal reason' is discovered, there is no doubt that they will have to fight again somewhere else. Once they found out that he was the strongest of the group, they would inevitably expect him to be the strongest of the group again.
　At the end of it all, there's a good chance you'll end up being the king again. It's not a delicacy or anything, but the child (straw) has the power to make sure of that. I don't think she can refuse it. If she had the disposition to refuse, this would not have happened.

　Besides, it's possible that there may be someone on earth who knows the child who has survived. If you meet someone you know, you're sure to return to The Lord Who Rules.

　Same thing.　
　If I go to earth, I'll just end up the same way again.
　I don't like that.

　It's not that I think it's bad for everyone.
　It's just that people are creatures of expectation.
　It's not a choice.

　But I don't like what I don't like.

　That's why we have no choice but to do something here, not on earth.
　If you're convinced somehow in "here" and get rid of your regrets, you can go to ......--.


　So you think, and then you keep repeating it again.
　


　--and three hundred years have passed (・・・・・).

　The mistress wakes up in the castle today and walks through peaceful Vieisia.
　It's already a routine ...... no, it's already a fully automatic action.

　Not long ago, ...... I wanted to do something about this state of affairs.

　But that doesn't matter anymore.
　Because it's painful to think about.
　So I have to play.
　Let's play like kids today.
　Because it's so much fun.

'--Hahaha, Lord-sama!　That's great!
Hmmm, right?　More and more children can do amazing things!

　It's fun to do things you couldn't do while you were king.
　Play and play and play and play and play and play and you'll be saved a little.

'Hey, Master Lord!　Let's draw together!
'Okay!　You know, children are so good at drawing!

　It's not bad to live as a child in 'here'.
　Not good, but not bad either: .......
　So I'm fine with this.

I got it!
'Oh, good!　Hey, Beth. Is that your mom and dad?
'Yes, my precious mum and dad. Also, this one is .......
All right. Old Volus!
Yeah, my favorite grandpa!
So, how's the king?
I drew a family, too!
'Heh, this is the king's family: ......
'The child's precious family. Grandma and Grandpa, and my brother too: ......
Wow, it's a beautiful place.

　Beautiful?
　Maybe it's because my eyes are blurry, or maybe it's because I can't even recognize what I've drawn.
　Not only is the world black and white with no color, I can't even clearly see the lines.

　What did you draw, mistress?
　What kind of beautiful things could I draw with such a state of mind?
　If there is something missing in this place, I want to know if it's there.
　But because of the accelerated pace of the world, I can't even see it.

Oh, come on! Let's frame it!　I think it was in my grandfather's mansion!
'Phew!　Then I'll bring it from the castle of the child!　Our forehead is more beautiful than Beth's house!
Are you sure?
Of course!

　No, that's okay too.

　I don't want to think about anything .......
　I'm tired .......
　I want to rest .......

　It's beautiful 'here' .......
　You can call it "paradise" .......
　Without a doubt, I think I've reached a place similar to what my mistress was looking for one day: .......

　It should be comparable to the 'beautiful stone' that I dropped on that day (...).
　No, on the contrary, they are upwardly compatible.
　It's a world of "beautiful jewelry".
　It's a perfect "paradise".

　In that case, that's enough for now .......
　I can't do this anymore .......








　--I can't try anymore (・・・・・・・).







　I've given up.
　This was the moment when the mistress gave up being a mistress.

　With that, the acceleration of my sense of time became more and more accelerated.
　Acceleration upon acceleration, how much faster and faster we fall through the world.
　A world that continues to 'accelerate'

　-- and then another four hundred (...) and five hundred (...) years passed.

　I spent the days unchanged.
　I kept repeating.
　I can't even feel time anymore.

　In a world where time has collapsed, the mistress smiles innocently today.
　It is no longer a habit or a way of life, it has become the mistress herself.
　The Lord, the Lord who rules without a soul, laughs again today.

''It's another day of peace. Master Lord.
'Oh, the Land of Children is at peace today: ......!　It's very easy to work as a 'gardener' in this peaceful country - ......
Easy, I mean - ....... Are you slacking off, Master Lord?
I'm not slacking off!　I don't listen to people!
'But you're always playing around with Lord-sama and ....... You're an adult and you're .......
'You keep the streets clean like this because everyone else does!　I'm good at this kind of care!　The pros are as good as they come!
''Hmph, yes. Thanks to Lord-sama, Vyasia is so beautiful!
You know!　Such 'here' is beautiful!

　.............

　.........................

　.............................. .......

　I'm tired of .......

　I don't want to think about anything.

　Thus, as it accelerates and accelerates and accelerates -.

　I was beginning to think that eternity would not be so bad here.
　I thought that I would continue to play the role of a child playing in peace without thinking, forever.

　Then the mistress would be a fully automatic doll.
　She would live forever in peace with everyone else.

　If there's an eternity, she'll be able to disappear with stones.
　If even eternity didn't work, then in the end it was useless, no matter what you did.

　Then it's all over now.
　What more do you want me to do?

　I'm pretty sure it's over - I mean, it's over.
　This is the end.
　The end of my life.

　Oh, she didn't have a very good life.
　She fought and lived as a king, and then died with nothing.
　After death, she scrambled to be king and got nothing and was alone.
　In the first hundred years, I lost it, and in the next two hundred years, I broke down and disappeared.
　After three hundred years, he was no longer acceptable for people to live, and he returned to being a child.
　At four hundred years, I finally couldn't even recognize the world anymore.
　When we reached five hundred years, we were no longer a living entity.
　After six hundred years, I don't even have any memories left. There is nothing left because she is not even alive.

　There will be no more substance in the mistress.
　She has a soul, but it is weathered and does not move at all.
　Because she is unable to perceive the world, time flies by before you know it, as if she were asleep.
　Days go by too fast.
　Our self-consciousness cannot keep up with the speed of the day.

　Time accelerates, and accelerates, and accelerates, and accelerates, and accelerates, and accelerates, and accelerates, and accelerates, and accelerates, like falling off a cliff.



　--and hit the bottom of the earth.




　But I can't die yet.
　I can't disappear. ......

　.............

　.........................

　.............................. .......

　This abyss is neat and clean.
　That's why I believe that one day 'here' will gently erase my mistress.

　Thus, we will live for another 700 (...), 800 (...), and 900 (...) years.
　We will live here in peace, playing, laughing and having fun.
　Just--.

　-- sometimes it's hard to come to my senses.

　Sometimes I want to be broken all the time, but then my self-consciousness returns, as if I remembered.
　Then, before I know it, I'm astonished at the years that have passed, frightened, trembling, and almost crying like a child. I cry behind the throne in an empty castle that is no longer there.

　I don't want to cry anymore.
　I don't want to be sad.
　I just wanted to laugh all the time ...... and I don't know how I got to this point.

　Was it such a big deal that the mistress wanted to do this?
　How hard could it have been?

　What the mistress wanted was ......--

　That day (...), I found a 'beautiful stone' in that meadow.
　It should have been just a 'pebble' .......

　That treasure is already--.




















　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　--You'll never get it again (・・・・・・・・・).


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　--you'll never get it again (・・・・・・・・・).

　And a thousand years later (...)

　

　Reminded of this, the mistress temporarily comes back to reality from her dream.
　She escaped from the power of what is known as the "dimensional decisive operation (dimension graduate) "prequel (recall)" magic of the vortex wave.

　The power of that magic was tremendous.

　I was shown my mistress's memories - her story before she met Uzumi.

　Ah, that was her life.

　A human life, a worthless human life!
　I want to die, I want to erase it, I want to pretend it never happened, but I can't do that to my life!
　Even if I wanted to, I couldn't!　

　The end of the line is 'here'--!

　The world has become emptiness after the peaceful viasia that took a thousand years to build was destroyed by the Mistress' hands.
　Still 'here', the concubine is accelerating further and falling further down to the bottom.
　She continues to run towards the abyss again.
　Every acceleration is unstoppable!

'Kaa, nah, nah, miiiiiiiiiiiiiiii--！！！！'

　She screams the name of the person who reminded her of her past, as if to curse her.
　He glares at the dark-haired, dark-eyed man in front of him who has his hand on his mistress' chest.

　How dare he!
　What a bad memory (thing) you brought back to me--!

　Oh, what evil magic!　What a vile attack!
　Body torn out of mind... no, soul torn out of soul!　The phantom pain alone is distracting!
　Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

'Don't let me see that again, Vortex Wave!　I already know that you are mad!　I know that. I know that. Oh, God!　--I'll tell you why!　Now, you need a bogeyman and a liner!　I'm trying to make up for what is lacking in this place in order to disappear.　I'm trying to convince you, aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--!

　He tries to clear his consciousness by screaming.

　However, the damage etched into her soul cannot be faked.
　After all, for a mistress, the memory of living as a king is a 'wound'. It's the old wound that she least wants to be touched. Her soul is screaming from being gouged out of that 'old wound'.
　The body judges the soul to be on the verge of death and starts to mutate because of the deep wound to the soul.
　It's a 'curse' that occurs when those who steal reason die.
　It's a 'curse', but it's definitely the strongest power.

''Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah--!

　In a cocoon of wind, the mistress is 'half-mortalized' as if she were hatching, and then she becomes a 'half-monster'.

　First, the magical mimicry melts away. Midori's wings, which were made by condensing the wind, are scraped off, exposing her shabby, self-made wings. Its wings were so overused that they were covered in scars to the point where it could no longer fly.
　Next, its characteristics as a monster come to the fore.
　Feathers sprouted from its ears and limbs and became new wings.
　Some people mistook its appearance for the legendary 'Winged Race'. They expected it to be the return of the legendary "Lord". But no. It wasn't that big of a deal.
　If I were to name a similar monster, it would be Harpuiar.
　To be precise, if I were to use the name of a witch, it would be a mutant of the Harpy.

　Yes.
　Mistresses are everywhere, Harpy mixtures!
　Half demon, half demon!　He's just a Hexenbiest!　There's nothing legendary about it!
　But still, she is the Lord who rules!
　And yet she is a legendary winged race!　By the angel of heaven!　Lore revisited!
　Yes, you have become... you have become!



　As you get closer to the 'half-corpse', power flows out of your body.
　He uses his power to fight back against the enemy that has a hold on his mistress' soul.

　Due to being touched in the most defenseless place, the slightest movement causes intense pain.
　But the anger at the man in front of her overrides it.

　Oh, how dare he!　What magic you've put into your mistress!
　Vortex waves are not fair!　As usual, you fight like a coward!
　I don't recognize this as a battle!　I do not recognize you!

　Slowly, the mistress extends her arms to the neck of the whirlpool wave in front of her.
　At that time, Uzumi, who has been clenching her teeth all this time, cries out with a voice that is as loud as her mistress' roar.

''--Moving naaaaah!　Not yet!　My magic isn't over yet!　This is where it starts!　It's all about where we go from here! Let's go back even further!　I'm going home with you, Lord-ooh!

　What are you talking about?
　There is no destination.
　There is nowhere to go.
　That's why we're here.
　This is the end.
　There is nowhere to go.

Beyond that?　You're leaving!　Where do you think you're going?　This is everything you need to know.
'No!　Not everything is here!　You have a past that has kept you here!　That unfinished business is certainly in the past!　And you just forget about it!　Oh, because I've become the one who steals reason, I'm losing it to pay for that sin--!
What are you--!

　--What a stupid thing to say.

　The words he was about to say back were cut off when he saw Uzumi's face.

　The enemy in front of him had the same expression as his mistress.
　Distorted and suffering, screaming from her soul.
　And the mistress understands the reason for this anguish. As if there was a 'connection', she was able to know the inner workings of her enemy, Uzuruha.

　Now Uzunami is suffering.
　The reason for this is that Uzunami, the one who cast the spell, also reminisced about her life.
　Therefore, Uzunami here understands her life better than anyone else.

　Uzunami is an understanding person - he remembers the words he said before he was born.

　When Uzunami lost her memories and fell into 'here', she thought that there was no one else who would understand her. I thought Uzumi was going to pretend he didn't see everything and run away from 'here' -- I couldn't forgive him.

　But now (...)
　Uzunami is facing the past and trying to understand his mistress.
　In order not to run away from the past anymore, he is trying to regain his memories.

　That determination is conveyed through the "connection".
　And that's not all.
　It also conveys all of the magic that was cast on Mistress, the Dimension Graduate "Prequel (Recall)".

　If he had wanted to, he could have made his mistress die instantly.
　However, Uzumi chose not to do that and chose to reminisce together.

　He is reaching out to this broken concubine, cutting down the life of the most precious sister in the world and even his own precious future.

　The hand extended to Uzumi's neck stops.
　Then he repeats Uzumi's words.

''Wha, it's the mistress's unrequited love ......?

　An unresolved issue that should have been in the past.
　Where is it further: ......?　
　Do you mean before your current memory: ......?

　It's a story that predates the story of The Lord of Lords.
　Not the country of Viaisia, but a different place.

　Not a king, not a gardener--more than that!

　That is, as a child.
　Oh, the mistress always knows that. Her instincts want it.
　It's wonderful to be a child - she always thought it was.

　And why is that?

'More ahead ......?　Oh, ahhh, ahhh, ......!

　The blurriness in my eyes gets stronger.
　No, it's the light.
　A magical light of remembrance engulfs the mistress.

　Long before the orphanage.
　The world beyond was too dazzling for the old mistress's now aged eyes.
　But that glare is not painful to the eyes.
　On the contrary, it is pleasant.
　On the contrary, it is a warm light.

　It's a time not recorded in her tale of heroism.
　But it was definitely a time in her life.

　Even if you try to remember it, it's so far away that you can't grasp its shadow or shape.

　A memory of a time long ago, long ago, far away, that reaches ten million in days.

　It's a fleeting and faint scene, like a dreamscape.

　But it existed.

　It existed.

　And now, at last, she is beginning to remember that.

　...... sure.

　That's a meadow.

　That's right. And next to the grassland was a gabled-roofed house.

　And there was a mistress - no, two children - living there.

　When I remember that, the progress of time stalls.

　How far it is slowing down.

　The world that had accelerated so much reminds me of how slow it was when I was a child.

　The lines of the world that were so frayed and unrecognizable start to become clearer.

　The world colors.

　Behind that light is green - but not grass-colored.

　It was a whole field of grass.

　Oh, I want to see more.

　Vortex waves, let me see it.　

　I want you to remind me with that magic.

　You can't get rid of it.

　I want you to help her who has become a thief.

　You must help her who has become the thief.

　The--the wonderful childhood of my mistress, my mistress--......




"I don't--　----!!!!




　And then, having taken the magic of the vortex waves to heart, I heard a voice in the distance.
　It's a very old ...... wrinkled voice.
　The mistress in the slumber of light picks up the voice.
　It was akin to a newborn baby reflexively grasping its mother's fingers.

'--Oh, oh!　Old lady, I think you're awake!

　The voices of my family shaking my eardrums.
　Voices I had forgotten.
　But I remember their unique way of speaking.
　I've kept it with me for a long time, trying not to forget it.

　Yes, I'm sure.
　The dogs with that voice.

　No, the nushies with that voice--......!