Oi, Hazure Sukiru da to Omowareteita “Chiito Koodo Soosa” ga Bakemono Sugiran da ga

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[–Good day.
I am Faruas Makuba.
It is an honor for my name to still be remembered by the current generation after a thousand years of this kingdom’s creation.]

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Yoooooooo, you must be kidding.

What’s up with this sudden development?

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[H-h-how could Faruas-sama as well….!?]

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Oh no, I can only describe Forms’ expression like it’s already the end of his world when Faruas places his hands on my shoulder before responding to Forms.

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[It’s all thanks to Arios.
He’s the pride of our blood, really.]

[A-Arios, you say…]

[You bet.
Just try saying something rude to Arios.
I’ll make sure you get cut into pieces.]

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(…Y-you need to chill, Faruas-sama.) TL: parentheses are whispers

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I’m starting to get cold sweats now when the beloved founder of our own sword and family flashes a smile at me.

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(Iya, my bad.
It’s just that I feel so disappointed on Dranos’ behalf having this guy as his descendant.
So let me lash out, yeah?)

(Lash out, you say…)

(Yeah.)

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Faruas nods in affirmation before he walks to the side of the founding king.

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[O – o ohh…]

[W-what a scene we’re witnessing…]

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The founding king and the very first sword saint.

The soldiers can only leave their mouths agape in their presence.

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[Now then, your highness, what was it that you were saying again?]

[Silly.
I was asking you if you think the army here’s necessary to ensure the villagers’ safety.]

[—No need.
There’s me, Arios, as well as adventurers’ considering this place as their home.
No need to worry about safety if you ask me.]

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Hearing Faruas’ dismissal, Forms can only crumble as he cannot refute the first sword saint’s answer.

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[Forms… I know you are considering your own position regarding this matter.
However, I already said for you to wait for a week.
During that time, the SoA and terrorists shall be vanquished.] (Organt)

[W-waa..!?] (Forms)

[Oho.
Is something the matter?] (Organt)

[N – no.
There are no problems, your highnes…] (Forms)

[Fufufufu.] (Organt)

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The founding king grins hearing Forms’ dejected response.

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[Tell this to Leifa yourself.
I shall soon set to destroy this organization called SoA.] (Organt)

[A – as you command…] (Forms)

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At this point, Forms can only respond listlessly as if he already lost his spirit.

Well, he really can’t be open and say his involvement with the SoA.

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The founding king is so bold like he’s making a war declaration.

Yeah, as expected of this kingdom’s founder!

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[If you understand then just go and get out of my sight.
I find you and your troupe here unpleasant.]

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And as the founding king had commanded, Forms and his army dispersed and moves out of the village.

Translator’s Note:

Big shot 101, you can say whatever you want without a care about appearance.
looool