A princess with a concubine.

　Some say she was born to a common servant, while others say she was born to a lowly nobleman with whom she fell in love. Some say that she was born to a common servant, while others say that she was the child of a lowly nobleman with whom he fell in love, and there is no way to tell for sure.

　At any rate, only a few people, including the king, knew the truth, and those people had disappeared by the time the princess appeared on the world's oceans.

　In addition to that, she had too many bad reputations attached to her, which was another reason why the truth was not clear.

　A concubine princess. In the former capital of the Garaist Kingdom, that name was the first one to be used, and one rumor after another arose around her to discredit her, and as a result, in the end, it became impossible to even know what was true and what was a lie.

　Normally, there would be no such thing as a bad reputation for royalty. There are not many people who can speak ill of the royal bloodline, which is protected by the royal bloodline and has the great sword of the nation at its disposal.

　So, why did the princess have such an overflowing bad reputation? It's really quite simple. It's all very human and silly.

　The people wanted her to be a great actress who talked and danced according to the script. But what she actually played was a bad woman who tore up the script and ruined the play, for that reason alone.

　In short, during the chaotic period after the catastrophe, there was a nobleman who tried to use the princess, who was a bastard child but had the blood of the Amerindian king, to gain control of the Garlist Kingdom. In the beginning, things went according to their script.

　At the end of the day. At the end of the day, the aristocrats have their wrists slit by a woman they thought was just a little girl. She took away all the real power that they once had.

　I can only imagine her feelings. The regret, hatred, and rage that welled up in the hearts of the aristocrats are indescribable.

　The feeling that the power to tilt the world, the power of the state, was right there, and yet it slipped from their hands so easily. It would have been much easier to have gone mad than to feel such a thing.

　Because of the twisted circumstances leading up to her acquisition of the throne and her position as a bastard child, she was severely shunned by the nobility.

　After all, nobles are morbidly concerned about whether or not they have noble blood in their bodies. Their blood must have some gold coins in it.

　That is why they shouted that they could not bear to have a woman in power who might have common blood in her veins. As a result, all kinds of bad publicity followed the princess, that's all.

　A poisonous woman, a snake, a demon in a woman's skin. That was the notoriety that she once carried on her back, and that is what she now calls Philos-Treit.

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.


　I'll be back.


This alliance will keep Philos alive for a while. I hope you can make it through the cold season.

　In the event that you have any questions concerning where and how to use the internet, please do not hesitate to contact us. As if following his voice, the mood of the guards walking around them seemed to ease a little.

　The ruler, Philos-Treit, nodded slightly at the clerk's words and relaxed his own lips. It was as if the stone that had been frozen between his breasts had finally lost its weight.

　In the event you have any questions regarding where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site. They swore to build a cooperative relationship and not to swing their swords at each other.

　Of course, such an alliance is nothing to sneeze at. The ethics and logic of the Great Saints would be lost on the heraldry, and it would be no surprise if we were surrounded by them at a moment's notice, with spears pointed at us.

　But at least we can buy some time. Now, time is truly worth its weight in gold. We must use the time created by this alliance to stabilize the city and at least relieve the lives of its citizens. After all, the time of the cold is almost upon us.

　A full-blown cold wind hit Philos-Treit's cheek with a chill. His teeth bit his inner cheek involuntarily. The cold was piercing his body with a sharpness.

　How long will this cold season last? Philos-Treit narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun, which had weakened completely.

　In a few moments, silky white snow will cover the land. If everything is devoured by the white, it will no longer be a place where people can walk properly.

　--In the end, the monsters that are now quietly burying themselves in the forest or in the earth will start to walk the earth.

　I don't know the exact reason. But when the cold wind blows and the fairies bury themselves in the ground, they, the enemies of man, start to act more aggressively than ever. The only exceptions are around cathedrals and temples that are guarded by gods.

　There are scholars who believe that such is their nature when they see magical beasts walking in the snow, and there are wise men who believe that the snow carries magical power. In the end, no one knows what the truth is. There are only a few theories.

　All that is clear is that distribution will be severely hampered when the cold season comes.

　Even if you send out a single merchant force, if you don't hire a certain number of mercenaries and adventurers, you're just throwing pieces of meat to the wolves. This means that merchants will not be able to go from town to town so often.

　In that sense, mercenaries and adventurers would probably welcome the cold season. The cold season is a welcome relief for mercenaries and adventurers, as it brings them one job after another.

　Because of this, even a mere cold spell is enough to make you want to let out a sigh. On top of that, even though it's still warm here, I've heard that there's a lot of hexenbiest activity. So what will happen if everything is covered in snow? Philos-Treit blinked his eyelids a few times, unaware of the gloomy imaginings that were emerging in his mind.

　How long would this cold period last? It would be great if it ended in a few months, but in the past it has even lasted for years. If that were to happen, the city of Philos would not be able to even moisten its mouth with its current reserves.

　From the world of man to the world of demons.

　Someone once told me that this is what the change of seasons is all about. The white snow is proof of that. Well, maybe that's why your white eyes are also frowned upon. It's so unfair that people like white skin.

　But... If your eyes are the same quality as snow, that is, they attract demons, then you may be right.

　Philos-Treit closed his eyes for a moment just beside the city gate and muttered in his heart, "Just a moment ago, that great demon also said that this eye was a good eye, or something trivial like that.

　One of the guards gave the signal, and the city gates began to open with a slow, heavy thud.



　Now, tightening his own lips, Philos-Treit squinted. There must be a lot of things that need to be done and taken care of in the office.

　Of course, he must repair the city facilities in preparation for the cold season, buy more food and fuel, and he must also visit the surrounding villages. The villages and citizens who have suffered damage in this war will need to be compensated accordingly. I wonder if the city treasury will be able to make it.

　Philos-Treit, while sometimes a hater, still loved her citizens in her own way. But that doesn't mean she thinks it's the only way to show her love for them.

　She wanted to light the right path and lead her people to it. Philos-Treit believes that this is the way of a righteous ruler and the way of showing love.

　What does it matter if a bad reputation grabs you by the ankles for doing so? The righteous will always receive more wind and rain than anyone else. You can't let that scare you.

　Therefore, Philos-Treit would not raise an eyebrow even if he were to be abused head-on by a citizen.

　It was the same this time, although what was thrust at him was not a word, but a silver tip.

"What do you think you're doing? What is this?

　As soon as he entered the city gates. As soon as he entered the gates of the city, the ruler did not cower at the sight of the spears being thrust at him and his guards by the multitude of citizens. It was as if he had imagined all this. His white eyes widened and he glared at his surroundings.

　The citizens, whom he loves and whom he should protect, are pointing spears at him. Philos-Treit just continued to stare at such an abnormal situation with his own eyes.

　I wonder how many citizens are gathered here. I can't count them all at once, but it's probably more than a hundred or two hundred. And the fact that this kind of violence is being carried out in front of the gate means that there are more people supporting them than those gathered here.

　Just as I was turning the thought around in my head, the sea of people split. It was as if a path was being created. A human being walks down that path, effortlessly.

It's that simple. Philos-Treit the Impostor. You are taken into custody under the authority of the privy council.

　The voice of the people, the head of the People's Assembly, they call him. Shaking his full beard around his mouth, Roseau glared at Philos-Treit with a twinkle in his eye.