Anger and frustration, and resignation and despair. It's an excruciating mix of emotions.
　In the heavy air, knights stand in line behind the tax collector while keeping a Noh mask-like expression on their faces. In the midst of them, there is a man who is desperately trying to kill the laughter bubbling up.
　The man's name is Elliott Chamberlain. He has white skin and reddish-brown hair. He has the physical characteristics that are relatively common in the Kingdom of Roselia, but he is an English-American who formerly lived in the United States in New York.
　He succeeded in stifling his laughter, but he couldn't control his body from trembling to the point of shivering.
　The sound of the metal armor he wore clinking made the knight standing next to him look at him snidely.
　Of course, if he had any decent nerves, he would not be able to enjoy watching the scene unfold in front of him.
　It's even more so when it comes to knights, many of whom are upstart commoners.
　It's not a bad idea to have a good time with your friends.
　Many of the knights here were torn between a sense of duty to the job of a knight and a sense of personal justice.　
　But Chamberlain was different. Yes, to him, the humans of the earth world only had the value of a toy with a will.
　Watching insects scratching their feet from far above is like a well-made comedy for Chamberlain.
　Yes, his nature is irrepressible, no matter how much suspicion his colleagues may have cast upon him.
　The tax collector maintains an overwhelming advantage. A common man forced to bow down before his tyranny.
　The hatred and ridicule that dominates the minds of both men. And feeling endless malice and hatred, Chamberlain's crotch is hard and full of power.
(It's boiling down to something really good.......if this is the case, it won't be long before Sudo-san's plan comes to fruition.)
　The crafting activities within Roselia that he and his friends were ordered to do. Right now, Chamberlain was feeling the fruits of that hard work firmly in his skin.
　Although Gerhardt was ostensibly demoted to the rank of a duke during the recent civil war, many people belonging to the aristocracy still treat him as a duke.
　This is despite the fact that he has been relocated from the vicinity of Iraklion, which is renowned as one of the most prominent granary areas of the Roserian Kingdom, to a remote area in the south of the kingdom.
　The ostensible title is indeed important.
　In fact, it was undeniably a huge blow and disgrace to Duke Gerhardt to have his title reduced to a viscount.
　It's no wonder that immediately after the end of the civil war, a significant number of nobles tried to distance themselves from Duke Gerhardt.
　However, that is now nothing more than a laughing matter.
　Low-class people like the baron who was appointed as this temporary tax collector, led by the lure light called interest, began to gather under Gerhardt again.
　And whoever created this trend is this Elliott Chamberlain and his friends.
(Mr. Sudo also orders us to do a really fun job. This is exactly what it means to combine hobby and business. It would have been better if Mr. Sudo could have enjoyed it too.
　Chamberlain was deeply grateful to Sudo, who had now left for the distant imperial capital of Oltmere. And at the same time, he felt deep regret that his beloved boss would miss the best part of this comedy.
(But, well, as long as Oltmeir is more troubled, it can't be helped. Oh well, let's enjoy it for Sudo-san's sake)
　For him, the joy is to see the inhabitants of this world hate and kill each other.
(Let them kill each other.) Let them suffer more and more and hate each other and kill each other. Die, die, die, die and die you all must die.
　It is the delusion of a human being who has been cruelly robbed of something he loves.
　Seven years ago, Elliot Chamberlain, who was struggling daily with the market trend on Wall Street in New York, was summoned to this world with his girlfriend Vanessa for some unknown reason.
　A beautiful and handsome woman and a successful businessman. It is a very common setting for a main character in a story.
　A brave man is summoned together with his beloved Vanessa. And the beautiful ladies who try to get in between them. As a story setting, it is a very worn-out one.
　But in reality, it is not like the story.
　The Chamberlain was not asked to be a brave woman, but to train in hell as a convenient replacement for a warrior, and Vanessa, who worked as a model, was not a warrior because of her beauty, but a rare hairy toy for the nobles.
　Unfortunately, the aristocrats who used Vanessa as a model were of a twisted character, who felt more pleasure from hearing the screams of others than anything else. Also, Vanessa was a liberal who was actively involved in charity work and human rights activism in addition to her modeling career.
　For them, Vanessa was a crunchy prey. The more Benessa, with a certain amount of education and a high level of education, cursed them and spoke highly of their rights as human beings, the more they reveled in twisting them by force and making her scream.
　The theory was that it was more fun to deal with a rebellious prey with some degree of teeth than a submissive, will-less doll.
　As a result, Vanessa's heart was shattered as she continued to be subjected to a torturous assault that could end at any moment. Then, with the light of will gone from her eyes and drooling from her half-opened mouth like a doll, the aristocrats threw her to the chamberlain as if her broken toy had no equal. Without any hesitation, it's as if they were throwing away food scraps.
　It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do with it, because you can get any number of people that can be used as toys.
　And the Chamberlain, who had no other choice but to be carved and subjugated by the cursed mark, continued to be shown the scene.
　For the nobles, they could not help but enjoy watching the agony and wailing of the Chamberlain, who could not stop even if his lover was assaulted.
　A beloved lover crying out. His own self, who could do nothing but watch the scene repeated daily in silence. It is not so difficult to imagine what went on in Chamberlain's mind.
　A darkness with no end in sight. As a result, the heart of one good man who was everywhere is slowly losing his mind and breaking down.
　And, unable to bear to make him suffer any longer, he strangled the neck of his beloved woman with his hands, leaving behind a lone demon who hates everything in this world in the form of a well-heeled financial businessman.
　One day, I will surely kill those nobles and their families. This is the only reason why Chamberlain survived the hellish battlefield.
　He has trained his body and mastered the art of law. He only sought power in a desperate search for it.
　It was an unsuitable dream for the Chamberlain, who was carved with the curse of servitude. Yes, until the day the organization saved him.
Yes, more. Stomp on it more. And buy the resentment. Buy and buy and buy and buy, and be crushed under the weight of that resentment.)
　Indeed, for now, the commoners are putting up with both the arrogance of the aristocracy and heavy taxes. That's because the nobles have the power of legal arts. But there is a limit to that as well. Just as things have a limit to their durability.
　If you get carried away and put too much pressure on it, the time will surely come for it to fail.
(If you really wanted to rebuild the country, you should have cut out the aristocrats. (Your Majesty the Queen)
　Chamberlain sneered at Queen Lupis in his mind. To him and others from Earth, Lupis Roselianus is truly a dream maiden.
　She burns with ideals, loves her people, and is educated to a high standard on this world. Originally, her reign could have been one of the best in this world.
　But the half-hearted sweetness that Lupis possesses has ruined everything.
　The fact that he didn't purge Viscount Gerhardt, but only transferred the territory and fined him, gave the nobles the illusion that they wouldn't be killed for rebelling, and Lupis's subsequent policy of focusing on the commoners added to that.
　The nobles must have thought. Lupis Roselianus is a sweet woman, they said.
　Of course, fear is never the best way to govern a country. Fear breeds the seed of doubt, which eventually bears the fruit of rebellion. But still, it is far better to be feared than to be licked.
　Because the result is the scene that unfolds before our eyes.
(Thanks to Anta's half-hearted response, it wasn't too difficult to beat the aristocrats' asses, man.
　They were originally entrenched in their electoral philosophy. They were originally predisposed to this kind of tyranny. But even so, they were few people who would commit such tyranny in their own territory.
　The rule of the people is directly related to tax revenue. It is true that if they flaunt their power and squeeze taxes out of the people, their revenues will rise temporarily. But the more it is repeated two or three times, the less you get.　
　And the security of the country will worsen and people's minds will be devastated. If that happens, the kingdom will either crush its nobles or be crushed by the people's rebellion. The nobles were well aware of that.
　So even though most nobles looked down on the commoners from the bottom of their hearts, they maintained their fiefdoms while maintaining a delicate balance between letting them live and not killing them.
　But in the name of the cause of rebuilding the country, and in the heart of underestimating the power of Lupus Roserian. These two things had driven the hearts of these noblemen mad.
(Besides, many of the nobles who were appointed as temporary tax collectors this time are capable, but they are third-rate human beings. ) The fact that they ordered Gerhardt to arrange for such a person to be appointed is worth it. (He was a skeptical bastard in trivial ways despite being an idiot.
　Chamberlain turned a cynical smile on the tax collector's back through the gap in his faceplate.
　This petty tax collector, who, like a petty scoundrel of the lower aristocracy, was adept at self-preservation, had been taken in by Chamberlain with the skillful storytelling skills he had developed during his time in America. And once he had earned his trust, he poured verbal venom into him incessantly.
(If it's like this, it's only another two to three months. ) Until then, I'll have to make a good adjustment... Well, I guess it's time to call it a day. I'd like to look at this scene for a while longer, but....
　With a glance at the villagers who had crawled haphazardly to the ground, the Chamberlain walks up beside the tax collector and softly gives him an earful.
　It will raise the discontent of the Roserian people and cause them to revolt. But timing will be of the utmost importance in this. Or, more precisely, the timing of the organization's greatest benefit.
　And as yet, the organization has not given the final go-ahead. We can't push the villagers too hard right now and let them revolt.　　

''Your Excellency, these people must have had enough of your fearfulness. Let's pull out of here for today........''

Why?　A few more threats and I'll pay you.

　The tax collector tilted his head as he turned his eyes, drunk with greed and violence, to Chamberlain.
　For him, his mind was probably occupied with calculating what percentage of that money he could pocket.

''I know, sir. If we keep on tightening it up, they will pay the tax. But if you tighten them up too much and they revolt, it will affect your success. It will be better for you later on if you back off by ingratiating yourself to them.

　Self-preservation and greed sway the tax collector's mind.
They want the money, but they don't have the guts to wear the mud.

'Hmmm ... if you say so much, fine. Let's pull out today.

　Eventually, the tax collector nodded reluctantly at Chamberlain's words after being silent for a few seconds, as if the word about his lordship's progress had taken effect.
(Fool. There's no way these guys are going to feel indebted to you if you loosen up a bit now.)

'Thank you, my lord. Your lordship's mercy will surely....

　The Chamberlain mocked the tax collector's words inwardly, but bowed his head in an exaggerated way to show his gratitude.
　And just as he bowed his head to show his gratitude, it happened.

　The sharp sound of an arrow cutting the wind echoed in the Chamberlain's ears.
　And the next moment, two arrows pierced the tax collector's brain.

'My lord!　Sir!

Protect your lord!

Form a circle. Quickly!　Mutiny!　Rebellion!

　One by one, the knights in the escort rushed to the tax collector who fell to the ground.　
　In the midst of all this, Chamberlain is the only one keeping his cool. The current Chamberlain doesn't have an ounce of human emotion left in him. He only acts when necessary.
　But right now, there was no time for such an act.
(Shit!　Instant death...
　Putting his hand on the tax collector's neck and examining his pulse, Chamberlain gave a small cluck of his tongue.
　Even though it was a tool to get him dead anyway, if this tax collector died right here and now, the organization's plans would have to be greatly modified.
(When it comes to this, the question is who killed this guy and for what purpose.
　I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do that.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

　It is not possible to specify the type of poison, but a bitter taste that irritates the tongue is a common feature of plant-based poisons. It's also a pretty potent poison.
(If they used the poison, it might not have been a peasant. But then, who?)
　The direction that the arrow flew was definitely on the other side of the wall that the peasants were building. The direction of the arrow that flew is certain, even if you look at the arrow stuck in the tax collector's head. The later question would be who.
　Normally, it would look like one of the peasants shot the tax collector to avenge his resentment. However, if poisoned arrows had been used, it would be dangerous to conclude that the farmers were the culprits.
　Confused surroundings.
　Surrounded by a wall of shields created by the knights, Chamberlain proceeds with his reasoning.

'Hey, Chamberlain, what do we do!　Something's wrong!

　One of his colleagues shook Chamberlain's shoulder in thought.
　His hand trembled slightly, perhaps because he was afraid.

'What on earth is the matter. 'Shut up for a minute...'

　The Chamberlain looks up and sees the faces of the murderous peasants.
　Men, women, children, and old people all have a murderous, murderous intent in their eyes.
　They must have originally prepared for the rebellion in a corner of their minds. Before I knew it, they had farming tools such as spades and hoes in their hands.

''I see.......this is what you're after?''

　Chamberlain muttered softly with a sigh.
　The tax collector was shot dead by an arrow. That too in this village.
　No matter how badly the villagers' brains, they can at least understand that they won't be listened to if they insist they have nothing to do with this situation.
　It's useless to appeal to the state. After all, it is the aristocrats who judge. They have no intention of listening to the peasants' arguments.
　If they are accused of a crime, the conclusion is obvious. The villagers understand that. And the flames of hatred fueled them even more.
　The current villagers do not have an ounce of composure. They are in a mad, beast-like frenzy.　
　The peasants surround the knights in a circle, narrowing the circle inch by inch. Their aim is the lives of the chamberlains.

'There are six of us, including me. The villagers are at least more than a hundred. We can't protect them.

　Knights who hold a battle strength that can be said to be enough for ten men by themselves. But that's only when their minds and bodies are at their best.
　The opponents are their own people. Moreover, they are cornered rats. If they are to meet the same end of death, they are prepared to take the heads of the knights, fight and die.
　It's unlikely that the knights will be able to show their usual performance under this situation against such an enemy.

''It can't be helped. We'll force our way through. If you want to survive, follow me.

　To his colleague's whining, Chamberlain replies by drawing the sword in his waistband.
　Even though they are knights who have mastered the art of law, there are only six of them. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.
　If it was an escort mission, that level of numbers would be sufficient, but this time it backfired.
(This was not an accidental outburst.
　Dissatisfaction and animosity against the country and the nobility has matured sufficiently within Roselia.
　Once the fire of rebellion is ignited in it, there is no easy way to extinguish it.
(No matter how you think about it, the rebellion can't be suppressed now. Rebellion at a different time than originally planned. I don't know how this guy will affect the organization's plans but I don't have a choice. (I guess I'll just have to contact my friends and figure out my next move.
　Once the policy is set, the resolve is set.
　Chamberlain began to turn his chakra to cut through the siege of the villagers.


　An uprising by the peasants took place in the countryside of the Kingdom of Roselia.
　At first, the rebellion was thought to be put down early, but the unrest and discontent that had spread throughout the country led to a horrific conflagration that burned the entire country to the ground.
　It was the beginning of the Second Roserian Civil War, which would later be called the trigger for the destruction of the Roserian Kingdom.