Speaking of prostitutes, they are often dressed in revealing outfits.

　For example, there is an image that she wears short skirts like Lilith, but this high-class prostitute of the other world is no different from the lady of the other world.

　No, she might be dressed more like a lady than a lady.
　Even in the past, there were high-class prostitutes called "Oiran" in the country of Japan.

　They were more flamboyantly dressed than the wives of feudal lords, and I'm sure all worlds are headed in the same direction.

　That's what I thought when I saw Alistair's splendidly dressed.
　I had the master of the brothel write a letter of introduction and took it with me and slipped into the royal palace.

　I'm not sure if the owner of the house trusts me enough to let me into the palace without any particular physical examination.

''I wonder if Lord Alistair's beauty was convincing.

　That's what I let out my impressions, but Alistair seems to be at a loss for a reply.
　That's right, even if she were to be praised for her beauty, which is no less than that of a high-class prostitute, she would be at a loss for a response.
　I kept my mouth shut and headed for the anteroom where the evening party was being held.

　--You can find a lot of people who have been in a position to do this for a long time.

''How long has this fellow been asleep?''

"Forever, if that's what Lord Alistair wants.

　Alistair makes a perturbed face.
　Was the demon race joke a little too tight?
　I laugh and cover it up.

It's only for one day. He'll be fine. I think he'd rather sleep soundly and be in good health.

　Sleep is one of the three major human needs.

　You can survive for a month or so without food, but it is said that humans will die if they don't get two weeks of sleep. This man must have been surrounded by the Demon King's army and had a lot of sleepless nights.

　Or maybe he's happy to be able to sleep soundly.
　When I explained that, I asked Alistair.

I've successfully infiltrated the royal palace, but the question is, do you have any idea where the national seal is located?

　Alistair replied, perhaps, but not before.

''I believe the national seal is kept in the treasury at the back of the royal palace, I believe. Securely.''

Do you know where it is?

Yes, sir.

　Alistair replied without stammering.

'Then let me ask you to show me around. Even though it's tight, I'm a sorcerer, I can deal with the gatekeepers, and I can break the wards. Even if it's in a thick iron vault, we can destroy that vault.

That's very helpful, sir.

　When he said that, he asked Alistair to show him around.
　She said cheerfully, "Yes," and demanded that I follow behind her.
　I pretended to be her manservant as we made our way to the back of the palace.
　The security of the Royal Palace was less than I had expected.
　Guards were stationed every few dozen meters, but no one was ever harmed.
　There was no one to call out to Alistair's glamorous figure, even if one could see him.
　It looked as if he was afraid of being a handmaiden to the great nobleman, or just negligent in his duties.
　Are they trying to avoid displeasing the great nobleman and causing trouble for themselves?
　Or are they experiencing a national crisis and are they continuing to delay their salaries?
　I don't know which, but it was the right decision to dress up in this profession.

''I didn't expect to be able to infiltrate the royal palace so smoothly.

　I was proud of my foresight, but I wondered if that was wrong, and just as I thought that, several figures came from the corridor a few meters away.

　The one sitting in the center of the room was instantly recognizable as a great aristocrat.
　Their grooming was aristocratic itself, and they wore a kind of aura that was unique to noblemen.
　It is an aura that ordinary people cannot obtain, no matter how upstanding they are.
　I lightly clicked my tongue, but Alistair stopped dead in his tracks and began to tremble.
　I whispered in her ear, trying to regain my normalcy, but it was no use.

　As soon as she saw the nobleman.

"General Ain God....

　He muttered.

　With my words and demeanor, I guess that the man a few meters away is the person who controls this Rosalia army.
　Tension sets in.
　It's natural.
　The master of the enemy is right in front of me.
　It would be more difficult to ask him to maintain a sense of normalcy.
　Alistair is reaching for his waist.
　He's probably looking for the sword that should be at his waist.
　If she took out Ein God here, Eichs would lose the keystone of her trump card, her military.
　Then her desire to restore Tristan to the throne could easily be fulfilled.
　But I tell her it would be in vain.
　To begin with, she didn't even carry a dagger, let alone a sword.
　I have left all kinds of weapons behind when I entered this palace.
　Even I am an empty-handed fist.
　The assassination of a man being guarded by skilled knights and sorcerers was a fool's errand.
　All we had to do was move to the side of the corridor and wait for them to pass by.
　When I ordered Alistair to do so, she regained her composure and followed my lead.
　As we pull up to the end of the corridor, Ein God and his guards walk past them.

　The tension envelops me like a single arrow passing by my cheek, but all we can do is wait for the storm to pass.

　--The only thing is that the storm didn't go by without incident.

　The storm didn't pass by without incident, and Ein God stopped in front of us and turned to us, asking us, "You don't look familiar.

You don't look familiar.

　It was a low, heavy voice.

　He was an old man who looked thin and haggard, with only a prominent fine mustache and beard, but there was a certain charisma in his voice.

　As expected of a man who had led the entire Rosalia army and had achieved numerous military achievements.
　He had intelligent and ambitious eyes.
　I answer for Alistair who is speechless.

''This girl is the daughter of the Pleasure Building. She was just landed the other day and--

　It would be a reasonable excuse.

　However, I hope this man Ein God doesn't remember the face of Alistair, the leader of the White Rose Knights, but....

　If this man's memory is better than expected, then our plan is over.
　You have to use your magic to escape from this place.
　Then it will be impossible to get the national seal back.
　This would be unfortunate for both the Demon King's army and the inhabitants of Reezus.
　In the end, the Demon King's army would win, but a prolonged siege would leave both sides exhausted.

　I wanted to avoid that, but--.

　With that in mind, I was praying that Ein God didn't remember Alistair's face, but fortunately, or rather fortunately, Ein God only gave Alistair a glance, but didn't show any signs of having noticed anything.

　For now, I was relieved, but Eingoed still stayed where he was.
　Ein God stared into my eyes and asked me.

'I see. 'So you're the new girl. The Archduke Albert, who is also a womanizer, must have summoned her. 'Prosperous.'

　Ein God let it slip and then asked.

'What do you think, my servant there, my lord?'

What do you mean by-- what do you mean by that?

　A cold sweat broke out.
　I thought we were out of danger for now, but I didn't expect to be asked this kind of question.

''Seeing this ridiculous manner in which they hold nightly parties and repeat their orgies day after day in the midst of being surrounded by the Demon King's army,''

... "It is beyond the scope of something as uneducated as me.

'Well, I'd say that if I were in your shoes.

　Ein God let out a thirsty laugh as he said this.

'But I'm sure it has already reached the ears of a man like you. That this orgy is nothing more than a fanciful display--'

Is it all a hoax?

Oh, Lord Eichs is afraid. "Ah, Herr Eichs is afraid of the devil king's army. "Oh, he's afraid of the Demon King's army. He spends his days without sleep in the midst of his enemies' armies. He attends the nightly party almost every day so that his men do not know that he is afraid of the enemy army. He also keeps a watchful eye on his men to make sure they don't betray him.

..........

Did you think I was a little boy?

　I couldn't affirm it or deny it.

His Excellency Eichs is such a man. The third son of a poor aristocrat became prime minister of the kingdom in a single generation, but that man is actually a small-tempered man. Do you know him?　His Excellency invites women in, but he never lets them come near him. Partly because he fears assassination, but also because he doesn't want them to smell his scent.

Stinky, sir?

You have not taken a bath, for you do not know when the enemy will attack you. He doesn't eat much for fear of being assassinated. He sprinkles perfume on his skin to disguise his smell. He stuffs his belly and fills his cheeks with cotton to prevent people from realizing how emaciated he is.

I'm sure in His Excellency Eichs's position, your troubles would be immeasurable.

'Huh, indeed. But he has not yet betrayed a single person. I'm proud of that.

　He touched his beard and muttered to himself, "I am a loyal servant of Lord Eichs.

It's a good thing that you're not a fan of the man," he said, "because you're a loyal vassal of His Excellency, and this is a rebellion of His Excellency. There's not even a hint of a cause.

　Eingoed assures him so, but continues.

'But I will support His Excellency Eichs no matter what happens. That would be the utmost in loyalty to the man I have once designated as my Lord.

That sounds to me like you're saying that Rosalia's army will be defeated.

Probably--no, I'm sure we'll lose.

　Ein God readily affirms.

''..........''

'Does it sound like I'm being bold?　We are surrounded on all sides by the Demon King's army and there is no way to expect support from the League of Kings. If you can win under such circumstances, I'd like to see what's going on inside his head.

"Does General Aingoad intend to engage in battle to the end?

　Aingod nodded, "Mm.

As long as this body works, I will fight to the end.

Even though you know you're going to lose?

Because we know we're going to lose. That's why we fight.

What is the reason for that?

　There was no need to ask, and Aingoed was under no obligation to answer, but Aingoed smiled slightly and replied


'This one battle will ruin His Excellency Eichs. There are no traitors now, but sooner or later some of his subjects will offer to return to His Majesty Tristan. In the midst of all this, wouldn't it be unfair for all of us to leave His Excellency Eichs' side?


　It would be nice to have at least one idiot to serve as a shield for His Excellency Eichs and fight to the end.


　When Ein God concluded that, he let out a "kakka" laugh.
　I stare at him for a moment.
　I didn't have any more words to ask him, and I wasn't in the mood for it.
　But there was one last thing I wanted to ask.


'Why do you talk like that to a man like me?'


　In a way, that was my biggest question.
　Did he not think they knew who he was?
　The old man had such a suspicion.
　But the old man denied it clearly.


The old man denied it clearly, "Well, well. I don't know what I am. Maybe he just wanted a young man with straight eyes like you to listen to his last will and testament. My life may not be long, but maybe I wanted someone to remember my folly.


　Ein God said, and then he said that.

I don't care. Just forget it. You just do your job.

　He showed me his back.

　Aingod's group walked away from the scene.
　Ein God was an old man, but his steps were quick.
　In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from my sight, and time began to flow again as if nothing had happened.
　I stood there until Alistair called me, "Lord Ike".