Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de
96 They'Re Replacing And Fleeing.

The hall of sight in the royal castle is long for some reason.

Probably built to get as far away from the king as possible, but it doesn't seem to make much sense, I thought.

After descending from the Magic Guided Ship, the soldier guided him to the Royal Castle as he was guided, where he waited for the task of unloading his luggage from the Magic Guided Ship to be completed, and when he had the ladies take out a set of dresses from the luggage for viewing, he dressed them in a room prepared for Zion and from the side of the Holy King.

The male soldiers naturally waited outside the room, and only Lorna, the only woman as an escort, waited right beside it while it changed.

"Scion...... are you still not willing to run away?

I left it all to the samurai to change clothes and the accessories and other preparations that accompanied it. That gives Lorna a look that seems unexpected to her words.

Lorna, who had been trying to bite her lips for a long time, when she noticed that her gaze was right for her, she wouldn't mind the voices around her, but would try to clog up on Zion and say.

"You don't have to sacrifice Scion, do you? How brave you are, there is no way such imitation is allowed!

"Lorna...... my voice is loud. If you ask me, it's a troublesome topic."

If you answer with a bitter smile, Lorna silences herself by filling her face with dissatisfied emotions.

I guess there's something I can't sit on my stomach for long, and that makes me laugh bitterly.

Considering what Lorna would look like if she knew beforehand what was going to happen, I don't feel a little bad for her like I'm worried from the bottom of my heart, but few people know more than I know where I can get a story from, and I can't possibly have a detailed meeting.

"Lorna, don't worry. I'm fine."

"But Scion..."

"I really don't have a problem with that. There's nothing to worry about. I hope Lorna thinks about how she's going to get back to Kuklika."

"Huh? Of course it's a Magic Boat..."

"That's right...... yeah, then I'll go alone from here on out. Lorna, stay with me on the Magic Boat."

"Scion?"

"Nothing's wrong. Why don't we just take a look from here and see how brave we are? Would I be enough on my own? Hey, Lorna."

Slightly closer to Rhona, who looks worried, it is given to her by Frau to loosen one of the plugs she is purchasing and mix in her exhale.

No smell, no color. That would only have a very weak effect, but I thought that would be enough for Lorna, who seems to be exhausted in a somewhat trapped mental way.

Just in case, put your hands on the shoulder of the nearest Rhona, form them directly facing each other from the front, and recruit them further.

"No problem. Nothing to worry about, you know?

"... no problem... nothing to worry about. Yes, I know, Scion..."

Feel the tension and power fall out of your voice and realize that the effect is definitely out.

I still feel a lot worse than I say a little. That's true, but I don't even see Lorna after this, so I throw the whole thing at the Lord and Lianya when it comes to explanations and apologies.

"So send the samurai and the soldiers of the escort back to the ship anyway. We don't need it from here on out."

"Yes...... ok Scion"

"Good boy. As soon as you're done with your work, you should return to the ship with Lorna. Hurry up? It could be too late after something happens."

In a tone that allowed it to have inclusions, the effect of exhalation extended to the samurai and the soldiers waiting, without anyone speaking out against it, quietly drooling their heads to show deference.

Seeing that, it laughed satisfactorily.

"Dear Theon, are you ready?

When the soldiers on the side of the Holy King came to call Zion, there was only one Zion in the room.

Flushing hair naturally onto your back, wearing a dark mermaid line dress.

Silver on hair decoration, silver necklace on chest as well.

On both wrists this also wears a silver bracelet, and the appearance of standing alone in the room, although the beauty was certainly a beautiful appearance, I see somewhere witchcraft rather than say princess.

"Oh, time. Nice to meet you."

I noticed the soldier's arrival. When that said, the soldier, who had been silenced as if under pressure, rushed to bow his head.

Was the way it looked ridiculous, by the way and it laughs.

"Dear Theon, it's a treat."

"Is this it? It would look good on you, wouldn't it?

with a voice containing a grin, picking the hem of the dress. That asks.

"When I say black... in a celebratory seat like this..."

"I don't think it's rude, though? Shall we get dressed?

The said soldier thinks.

Women's personal status takes time anyway.

Now I'm going to call people again, take off my dress and change into another dress, and if I start doing accessories and hairstyle sets, it's not something I know how much time the hell it will take.

That time will remain and the result will be to keep the nobles and royalties waiting between sights.

Even if what Scion looks like now is disrespectful, it's not the soldier's fault.

With that in mind, the soldier thought it would be less bothersome to take him away like this than to spend even more time from here.

"No, I'll show you."

"Oh, nice to meet you"

That snorts one and follows the leading soldier.

The leading soldier was surprised that there were no samurai or escort soldiers around Sion walking behind him, but either way if he went between glances, he would stop worrying about the same thing, whether he was there or not, because he could only hold back outside.

Normally, the soldier would have thought more deeply and asked Theon himself or checked around, but the sweet smell flowing from somewhere had deprived the soldier of his ability to think.

In his slightly drunk head, the soldier just thinks of it as Scion's own scent or perfume.

But in fact the scent was drifting from the gap between its lips, which was only slightly open.

The scent dulls a person's ability to judge.

It was one of Flau's specialty medicines.

"Isn't it about time?

Transformed into a demon ship belonging to the Principality of Triden.

Sneaking in, Lianya and Emil were squatting into the shadows of a fairly wide ship to converse with the blubber.

"It looks like you're not on board, but you'll replace out too soon."

"Keep the call feature on. Hey, failed."

Emil's shoulder, laughing with one hand over her head, is held up with a masked figure neatly packed.

I may have made it a little too much, Lianya thinks.

In order to sneak into the ship quickly so as not to be seen in public, Lianya and Emil moved without hesitation or effort.

That was a no big deal move from Mita Lotus herself, but it was shaken up, down, left and right with Emil's shoulders in charge, and from the person in the wielded mask, it didn't accumulate.

After turning his eyes lightly, he lost consciousness, and he stopped raising his voice while he was still quiet.

"You should have decided on the signal."

"What do you want me to fly from the sight of the Imperial Castle? It's impossible, isn't it?

"I'm not for this kind of plot..."

"By the time it's brilliant, our party's full of brains."

Lotus Yaya gives Emil a bumpy look laughing at Kerakera, but that doesn't tell Emil.

It's because they're both wrapping cloth around and hiding their faces.

"You're not in charge of brains, are you?

"I'm a researcher, not a staff officer, not a military teacher."

"Only when it's convenient, you name yourself a researcher..."

"Oh, hey, hey, Mr. Lenya. Look at that."

Emil looks out the window of the ship and invites Lianya.

Lotus Yaya, looking out the window Emil pointed to, saw a group of women in blonde monk clothes walking ahead in some fluttering footsteps from the side of the city, wondering if she would even mention the crap again anyway.

"That's... that's Lorna, right?

"I'm pretty sure those big tits."

"I don't care about my breasts at this time... then are those the ones who were heading out to the royal castle?

"Probably is. And I'm telling you, I used drugs."

Emil says, recalling that some of the medicines he had planted had effects like the introduction of hypnosis.

By "arr" they meant the homunculus made by Emil from Theon's hair.

Several medicines created by Frau have been planted in its body that can be mixed and used in exhalation depending on the circumstances, which is Emil's special poison doll.

No matter where you fall, it was made by Lotus Ya to Emil in order to ensure that Zion never goes under the brave, but he hasn't actually told himself that the base is Zion.

Because I told him, and even if Theon didn't like it when a doll like him spits poison, he would have trouble.

I just tell Theon that the doll in his place is going to the royal castle.

The poison doll is set to transform into a demon when the brave man enters within a 1 m radius of the doll, after beating the most powerful poison in his possession on the individual brave man.

It was somewhat dissatisfactory to Lianyi that he could not see the moment when the brave man was poisoned, but Lianyi sometimes did so in Lianyi.

"Well, let's do it, Lenya."

"Well, let's go flashy"

The person in the mask Emil was shouldering, or Theon himself, is re-charged before appropriately kicking through the nearby door.

Luckily for Lotus Mita, the door, which was an empty room there but was kicked as much as she could by the power of the Demons, flew up to the opposite wall over a broken one in half, clashing and sounding loud on board.

Plus that seems to have caught some kind of alarm, and a fierce alarm noise begins to sound somewhere on board.

"Oh, shit. This isn't the way out. No."

Lotus Yakiya lays down her forehead in a dialogue of just plain Emil.

I thought it would be futile to expect a play from the Demons, but because it was too obvious to be this bad and I even feared there would be problems with the operation's progress.

"What!? What happened!?

"Up there! They destroyed something!

I can hear the soldiers yelling from somewhere.

It still feels narrow to say it's on board, even though it has the breadth there.

Soldiers' voices echo that narrow space, too, and it's hard to figure out how far away we're talking.

"Do you want to run away now?

"No, I need someone to discover... I have to leave that behind"

Lianya points to what's on Emil's shoulder.

"I knew you were leaving me?

"Right. I was supposed to be here on this ship."

"When I get back to the city, I'm not afraid of what they're gonna say."

To Emil laughing with Ihihi, when Lianya returned a bitter laugh, the soldiers who could not wait finally reached the place where Lianyida was.

On a narrow ship, you can't just wield a sword, the weapon you are equipped with is a short spear, and the soldiers with a few are divided into two parts: the design of the armor you are wearing.

Lianya thinks that perhaps one of them is a soldier of the Principality of Triden and one of them is a soldier of the Holy King.

"You guys! What are you doing there! What the hell is that shoulder thing!

"Answer me! You suspicious bastards! Take the cloth and show me your face!

"My hands are turning faster than I thought. Hey, leave that here!

Lotus Yaya gives instructions to Emil as she leans her palms against the soldiers who raise their voices as they poke at the spear, restraining them in a system as if they were going to unleash sorcery.

"But this is the time to kidnap him."

Emil still bar-reading through this period.

Lianya exclaimed while thinking it was a sermon later.

"... leave me alone, you douchebag!

The second half of the dialogue was pretty serious, and Emil was finally on her shoulders when Lianya yelled at Emil. Gently lower that to the floor.

"We're getting away!

"Which way?

"Up there! Come on, you idiot!

"You thief! You think I'm gonna let you get away with this!

Soldiers sticking out their spears. Set out a blade of wind activated with minimal magic.

Of course, if you hit it, it will cause injury, so the aim is completely removed and the wind blade can be emptied against the wall and bounced off.

But the fact that the magic was unleashed and the sound of the wind blade crashing through the aisle walls makes the soldiers step on it.

In that gap, Lianya and Emil began their escape for the upper floor of the ship.

"Don't let them get away with it! Chase!"

"Is this wrapper... a person? The mask... is this Shion!?

"So, somebody bring a knife and cut the rope! Master Theon!

"Stupid, Master Zion is in the royal castle now...... no way!?

"You can't tell me this one is real!?

"But... a thief should try to abduct a fake..."

Lianya is just a little relieved that the conversation behind the escape seems to be proceeding as intended.

Instead of Zion, the Principality of Triden is in a bad position simply by letting the fake go to the Royal Castle.

Because it would have been a refusal to give Scion to the brave.

But if an unidentified thief tried to kidnap Zion, and in the meantime a fake was on his way to the royal castle.

Even if the Holy King were to blame for the untruthfulness of the Principality of Triden, Lianya thought it would be possible to argue that all the bad is the thief of unknown identity.

Perhaps whoever thinks about it will never know where it was replaced.

That hands-on brilliance should add further mystery to the unknown identity of the thief.

But the mystery can't be solved forever because it hasn't actually been replaced.

Furthermore, Lianya intended to add something shocking to the identity of the thief.

Because while its identity is unknown, it is set to kidnap the princess of a country and even reach out to the brave.

"Though the neighborhood has come to pass..."

Lianya growls as she runs.

"First of all, we need to get out of here without getting caught!

From all over the narrow ship, the footsteps of soldiers echo.

As soon as I went to the royal castle, it was Lotus Ya, who was treading that it would be much less, but it seemed to remain in addition to my thoughts.

It was Lianya who wished there were as pointless an injured person as possible as she watched Emil running ahead kick down the soldier by paying the spear tip protruded by the encounter with her hand.