Even Posing as a Hero is Easy–Why? Cause I’m a God–

Wang capital Industria was a city surrounded by triple walls.

There is a palace rather than a castle made of luxury in its centre.

I was taken to the royal palace by the knights who picked me up.

Between the sights on the second floor of the royal palace.

Large room with as many gymnasiums. A red carpet is laid and there is a throne in the back a step taller, with an old man sitting.

At the wall stood a knight in costume standing side by side.

I am the brave man of the Kingdom of Daphnes, so I greet him politely.

"Nice to meet you, Sire Ronheim. I am the brave man of the Kingdom of Daphnes."

"Ki, Ki, you are a brave man..."?

- Hmm?

Something was wrong with the king.

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[Status]

Name: Ronheim IV

Gender: Male

Age: 51

Race: Human

Occupation: King

Class: King LV51

Attributes: [Sat]

Status: Puppet Actions

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- Someone is manipulating me.

When Ronheim rose from the throne, he showed me with a pull and trembling finger.

"This guy, he's not a fake! A spy from the Kingdom of Daphnes! Take it easy!"

"I'm not a spy, I'm a real brave man."

For once, I'll argue with you.

The knights lined up on the wall clattered and armored and pulled out their swords.

"Conceive!" "Ready!

Avoid flickering the knight's sword, one after the other.

Grab a wrist and hit another knight.

The movement of a knight in heavy armor for the ritual is very cursory.

It was easier than having kids.

Then a great door opened between the sights, and a great man brought in a soldier.

This one is lightweight. I have a spear.

A great man commands.

"A fake brave man is about to kill His Majesty Ronheim! Kill him! Protect your majesty!

Wow! And he's lining up the spear and storming me.

This one is more troublesome.

Activate the Eye of Truth just in case and see the status of the soldier.

Because if you knock him out of the strong guy, he'll plunge in.

Hmm? There's a weird guy... or a magic puppet. This.

I pull out my machete and squeal.

"-" Wind Blade Granted "

Cut off the tip of the spear with a green glowing machete.

So, what do we do?

It's not brainwashing or seduction, but supposedly manipulation by giving orders from the outside.

If so.

Fight at your leisure, cast a spell.

"It's a breeze. Be the curtain that cuts off all waves. - The Eight Shades."

An octagon with two overlapping squares was drawn at the king's feet.

A dazzling light wraps the king.

Soldiers make noise.

"Here, king! Your Majesty!" "What have you done!

"Oh, my God, I just let it go back to sanity."

"What!?

King with buttcakes on the floor and shaking his head. I stroked my gray hair to grasp it with my hand.

Speak up, only harshly in the face.

"Everyone's, quiet! Lower your sword!

The low but often passing voice made me feel the majesty of overlapping years.

A breath-taking knight or soldier stands on the spot.

I speak with a machete.

"What do you say, king?"

"Mm-hmm. I feel as good as the fog clears. Were you a brave man? Well done. You cured me of a strange condition."

"It's not over yet. Don't get out of the junction. Because the magic of manipulation continues."

"Manipulate, bye!

I turned to the door.

"Right, a little mustache old man standing there. You manipulated it."

A great man who brought the soldiers. Probably minister.

This was the magic doll.

The old minister yelled.

"If you fail to assassinate the King, you fool yourself next! Do you have proof, you fake brave bastard!

"Evidence? Who are you to say that?

"I'm the Secretary of Defense's gatro! Quick, kill that fake brave man!

"Phew."

I ran through the red carpet. Like the wind.

The soldiers who were standing still can't react right away.

Run between them, behind the gatro.

"This is - proof!

Zang!

I swung my machete down from head to foot at once.

The minister's body falls apart on both sides.

Sprinkling springs and parts.

Even when I fell on the floor, I was bumping my hands and feet for a while.

Naturally, there was no blood.

The indoor air shakes deliberately.

"Oh, you're lying......" "Demons!?" "The minister?" "Yes, when?"

I walk over to the king.

"Did you understand that now?"

"Ugh... I didn't know Gatoro had become a demon... thank you, brave man"

"Sounds like you were trying to use the Defense Minister's position to wage war. He tried to execute me as a spy to get a big nickname for attacking the Kingdom of Daphnes."

"Sure. It was dangerous."

"Craftsmen were screaming because we ordered a lot more cost breaks. I thought we should remedy it."

"Mmm, did I? Some memories like I did allow... we'll figure it out soon"

"Thank you. And now the grievances of the craftsmen will go away."

"My kingdom of Fabrica is protected by the power of the craftsmen. If you don't take care of it, your country will perish - brave man, what's your name?"

It's Kaika the Brave.

"Kaika, let me sincerely apologize for pointing my sword at you - everyone's! This is the true brave man! The power, the honesty that discerns the truth, burn it in your heart."

"" Ha ha ha! "" Brave Kaika, Banzai! "" Thank you, brave Kaika!

Everyone on the spot lowered their heads. And praised.

And then I gave the king a cloth depicting a magical reflex junction.

"Keep this on your skin. Because I might be manipulated again. When you treat an injury, you should remove it."

"I see. After saving my country, even this consideration. That's all I can do in a hurry, chief of staff."

The king commanded the elderly man to bring a sachet.

Inside there were two pieces of holy gold coins (10 million yen).

I take it with my head down.

"Thank you, Sire Ronheim"

"No, this isn't very much, but it's not enough... anything else you want me to do?

"Right...... I want to find out as a brave man because demons are involved. Let me join you in your search for Gatoro's house."

"What a desire without greed!... surely the soldiers alone are dangerous. Come on, Lord Kaika. Do it here too."

"I'll take care of it"

When I bowed my head and stepped back from the front of the king, the knight took me behind the royal palace.

Around the royal palace were mansions inhabited by nobles and high officials.

Arrive at Gatoro's house. Soldiers are already surrounded.

The blonde came close to flowing. Behind it is a cat-eared girl with a bag on her back.

Kaika, you're safe.

"Kaika, brother. Good."

"Oh, the celicas. Nice to meet you."

I left Celica, Megna and Lapisia for you. The city wall with the royal palace also passed because it was registered as a brave party.

Lily and Elf. Parents and children leave messages at the inn.

The captain approaches.

"Kaika, what shall we do? Do we storm first?

I watched the mansion with a thousand eyes and a true eye.

"Right. Soldiers take control of the first and second floors, followed by us searching the basement."

"Okay - everyone, put it in position! Assault!"

The soldiers broke into the mansion with the decree.

We'll follow.

Hurry to the basement.

Down the dim stairs, there was a workplace where tools and machines rolled. Big enough to connect two classrooms.

The doll's hands and feet and gear are stacked on the wall.

But when I saw it with the eyes of truth, I did not have eyes for eyes. There is one in the back.

"Celica, Megna, there's a magical guide doll in the corner of the room. Down!"

"Yes!" "Okay."

I flipped a red skirt and Celica headed.

Migna continues with her witch clothes behind her. The black tail is stretched slightly.

Two demon guide dolls move out. I don't have hair yet and my face hasn't been written down.

"Ha!

Celica protruded her slender sword with the temper of tearing.

Cut off the doll's two arms and the ice spreads quickly. The effect of Frozen Rapier stopped the movement.

Mea waved the knife in both hands as she ran across the side to that gap.

My neck and torso were severed and scattered on the floor.

"Don't be alarmed. More in pieces because we keep moving."

"Okay."

Meigna chases.

Celica headed for the other one.

- You can afford it.

I relieved myself of this room.

The back room is about eight tatami small rooms.

A large birdcage was installed in the corner of the room. It's as tall as my hips.

There were about 30 centimeters of dolls inside, not birds.

This adorable doll has about four heads, wearing a red torso hat.

In the truth eye, the status looked like this.

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[Status]

Name: Harya

Gender:?

Race: Little Fairy

Occupation: Slavery

Class: Magic Prop Technician Lv99 Fairy Magic Lv33

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A magic prop technician is a craftsman who can make tools that have magical effects.

I had a connection with the fairy, and I thought it would be a great help when it comes to making the holy sword.

Harya is rowing her blanco like a bore. Was it rusty or sounded kicky.

He looked up with his crushed eyes as I approached him.

"Are you human?

"Don't worry, I'm a brave man"

"Are you going to let me out?

"Help me, help me."

"- I feel the power of the princess. I'll help you with anything."

He immediately believed me because of the fairy's protection.

I let my little eyes roam and smile.

I broke the cage and let him out.

Then I jumped into my chest and stuck with it.

"Thanks ~"

It's so cute.

"Where are the slave prints?

"Here it is ~"

I turned my jacket around and showed her a puffy, swollen stomach.

Round magic formations are depicted like baking marks.

"Mm-hmm. Running away from home sounds like a lot of pain."

"Hino."

Harya trembles when she shudders. Tori hat shakes.

"Turn it off later. Let's just disarm it."

I followed a few spots at my fingertips and disabled the slave print.

"My body is lighter"

"Okay. Sounds good."

- Let's ask Lily for the rest.

I left the room with Harya.

The battle at the workplace was over.

"Mea, put this in your bag and hide it."

"Okay."

I moved my cat ears pinching and lowered my backpack.

Harya, you understood right away, jumped right on the workbench.

"I'll take my tools ~"

"Right. Hurry up."

"Yes."

I started putting miniature-like gold and pencils together in a sachet.

They still made me work here. It was thought that Harya had made the magic doll.

Even though you can't disobey orders, you could be guilty.

If the soldiers found me, I might have been able to take it away, so I got ahead of myself.

Harya jumped into Megna's bag when she carried the bag like Santa did.

Put your face out and say it right.

"It kind of smells like a beast"

"I put the material in it. Be patient."

"Yes."

Mea quietly carried the bag.

"All right, let's go. Next floor."

I looked up at the ceiling and said.

Upstairs, soldiers were fighting the Demon Guided Dolls, but they were struggling.