Flamberge attacked the king with magic.
But Sylph stopped him.
“Heheheheh! It’s been a long time, Franbel IV.
It’s been about 21 years. And you, gargoyle, are the one who is being selfish.
Just because you don’t like something, don’t try to solve it with violence.”
Sylph emerges from the shadows and intervenes between Flamberge and the king.
After a moment of silence, the nobles who were present began to make a commotion, and some of them ran away.
Aurene snuck out in the middle of the chaos and took the elven slaves outside.
As for me, I’m jumping forward to stop Sylph and Flamberge from going on a rampage.
I no longer need this cloak and mask. Let’s take them off.
“Nyaa (Compose yourself, Flamberge.)”
“Grawwrh! (Wonder Cat! This is me keeping my composure!
The innocent who have lived with me, albeit for a short time, are being enslaved!)”
“Nyan (They’re safe and sound. There is no need for you to be angry anymore.)”
Perhaps hearing the commotion, the heroes rush to the scene.
The heroes surrounded the king as if protecting him.
“Huh? What’s going on?”
“Heroes! A stone statue claiming to be Flamberge has gone mad!
Had it been real, it would never have attacked the king!
I knew it was a fake!”
“Wait, Minister! This statue is definitely Flamberge!”
“Graaawwh! (Move out of the way, Wonder Cat!
The king must pay for this…)”
“Nyaaah.”
Using my fingernails, I decide to cut both Flamberge’s arms and legs.
If I don’t do this, he might say that not only the king, but the whole country is about to be destroyed, so I’m going to ask him to shut up.
“Graawr! (Wah, I’m immortal.)”
“Nyaa— (Shall I target your head next?)”
“Rarrh (Fine, we can talk.)”
Flamberge seems to have calmed down, and we can finally start the conversation.
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Flamberge was expecting too much.
How wonderfully the country has changed while he was away.
Whether the new king is respectable or the oath is honoured correctly.
This often happens when travelling and exploring.
Sometimes we expect too much and are disappointed to find out that it’s not so great.
Life is like that.
With Flamberge, it’s the dragon life.
He got mad when his expectations weren’t met.
“Hmph, this is ridiculous. You’re a child to go nuts over something like that.”
“Rarwwh (It is what it is.)”
The heroes are gone, as if they don’t want to be bothered with politics.
There are only the king, Viscount Barom, I, Sylph, Flamberge, the Minister of Defence, and the soldiers and the nobles who are all curious onlookers.
“So, Flamberge, what kind of collateral would satisfy you?”
The king asks Flamberge.
“Grawrrh! (The nobles there treated my friend as a slave. That is a felony.)”
“Then Viscount Barom shall forfeit his title.”
“That’s outrageous, King!”
Viscount Barom tries to approach the king, but is caught by the soldiers.
“You are hereby sentenced to forfeit your title and possessions and shall be imprisoned for three years for your crimes.”
“What did I do—!”
Viscount Barom was taken away.
This is indeed something to complain about.
I wrote, [The forfeiture of the title will be waived, only half of your property will be confiscated, and you will be detained for one month.]
“Grand Mage-sama, that is too light a sentence for offending Flamberge, to whom we owe the founding of our nation.”
The king says.
[Oh, come on, how can you blame Viscount Barom and pretend you don’t know?]
“Grawrh! (That’s right! You must repeal the law restricting the cultivation of raw sugar, which has caused uproar.
When it is gone, there will be nothing left to enslave the innocent elves! )”
“What a stupid gargoyle! How could such a law be the only excuse to enslave the elves?”
“Uhh.”
The king is dripping with cold sweat.
“Rawrrh! (Revoke all laws designed to enslave the elves!)”
“Uhh… that’s….”
“Don’t get carried away, Flambell IV.
Without Bastet-sama’s favour here, you would be dead.
If you have no intention of discussing the matter with Bastet-sama, then why don’t you go back to Goddess Hardis right now?”
“What discussion? Isn’t that just a threat….”
“Whew!”
While writing a deliberative text to change the law, the king whispered to himself, “Who is Bastet-sama?”
Flamberge’s body was then properly reassembled by transformative alchemy.
Today, all the laws against the elves were repealed.
Nobody went against them because the holy dragons involved in the nation’s founding had objected to them themselves.
Simultaneously, the right to monopolise the sugar business was confiscated from Viscount Barom.
This delighted the merchants as restrictions on growing, selling, importing and exporting sugar were removed.
They would now be able to buy sugar at a lower price.
The nobles who were there, incidentally, returned to their estates and told their friends and families about the events, interpreting them in a way that suited them.
They said that Flamberge had been turned into a stone statue by a curse, but he came with a witch, accompanied by a cat as a messenger, to express his opinion on the nation’s affairs, because he was worried about the future of the country.
Within a few weeks, the rumour was spreading like wildfire, and the tale of the cat with the witch was being turned into a book.
Even I read it, but they no longer resemble us.
Who is this person and cat?
The illustration shows a young Sylph, and I’m skinny.
Meanwhile, Flamberge has retreated to the forest because he no longer wants to see the king’s face.
But recently, he started to miss me. He has a troublesome personality, doesn’t he?