�Even at the moment when he died fighting the giant, the king was only concerned about the people.�And also, that is the royalty of Tormia.�

�Whoaaaa!�

As the citizens cheered, the old man drove the momentum and shouted loudly.

�The lineage of a great king will never be cut off!�I am officially proclaiming, welcome Adolf XIII, the eldest son of Adolf XII, as the new king!�let�s fight!�We are Tormia!�I will never run away!�

�Long live His Majesty King Adolf XIII!�Long live Tormia!�

The voices of the citizens shouting hurrah did not stop, and they rode the waves to Allog Street.

Rufist, who was wrestling with documents in the Magic Association�s president�s office, frowned.

�I�m going to die loudly.�

The noise died down when Flew closed the window.

�The royal family moves fast.�Actually, it�s just luck.�In any case, I think there will be no problem with the succession to the throne.�

�Of course there should be no problem.�These guys only know how to eat and do that.�

Someone knocked hard on the door from outside.

�President of the Association!�Lupist!�are you now?�Wait a minute and talk to me!�It�s urgent!�

It was the voice of the 7th rank in the direct line of the royal family, and I could roughly guess the reason for visiting this place.

The voice got louder.

�Open the door!�did you know�The fact that Baschka is going to be a mess sooner or later!�How dare you deceive the royal family?�

Flew, who had her hands behind her back, asked, pointing to the door.

�What should I do?�

�Take it away.�I don�t have time to wrestle with politicians.�

It was urgent to quickly check the damage situation and reorganize the city�s troops.

Flew opened the door halfway and said.

�sorry.�The president of the association is busy with public affairs right now, so I�ll see you later.�

�What is it?�Yes, you are the chief secretary.�do you know who i am�I am the direct line of the royal family����evil!�

The chief of security came over and twisted the royal arm.

�I will be rude for a moment.�Please understand that this is a special case of a wartime situation.�

�it hurts!�sick!�Ahhh!�

As Fleur watched with a sigh, Sirone walked from the end of the hallway.

�Let go!�Okay, so please let go!�it hurts!�

Sirone dragged herself along the floor and turned her head to follow the royals passing by.

When I turned my head again, I was already in front of the president�s office. JrNovels.com