【The Old Man of the Expelled Inn Unwittingly Dominates Today Too】Although I Want to Lead a Slow Life, for Some Reason the Strongest Beauties Who Hold Important Positions in the Country, and Were Once My Disciples, Gather Around Me Asking to Be Hired – Even Though I Only Taught Them a Little～

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“Fuahaha~ This is the throne~~”

I, the magnificent one, sat heavily on the throne of the Kingdom of Fridania, in the throne room, smirking.

Kufufu, I finally dragged that dimwitted old man from the throne. Every day, little by little, I mixed drugs into his meals, gradually making him an idiot. It was a tedious task that I hated, but it’s finally done.

And besides~ I’ve also banished that disagreeable Baldo guy.

Ah~~ It feels refreshing.

Finally, the genius that is me will see the light of day. I’ll make Fridania the strongest nation on the continent.

There’s nothing to fear! Because~~ in our Kingdom of Fridania, we have the strongest kingdom army, and the Three Deities, including the Sword Saint!

Gyahahaha~ It’s as good as won. My father’s worthless cooperative policy can go to hell. As if I’d let myself be made a fool of!

My legendary era is finally beginning. I will rule the world!

Kufufufu, I can’t stop laughing.

As I’m basking in the afterglow of the victory that will soon be realized, a beautiful young girl enters.

“Big Brother! Why did you banish Master Baldo? And what’s with the emergency mobilization of the troops? What are you thinking?”

My half-sister, the First Princess Mariessia.

Ah, she’s beautiful today, too. And she smells nice.

“Fufu, my dear sister. That Baldo guy was, believe it or not, squandering the kingdom’s treasure for his own desires. It’s only natural that he should be banished. Rather, he should be grateful that I was merciful enough not to execute him on the spot.”

For some reason, my beloved sister cared about Baldo. I think he saved her from a predicament quite a while ago.

Really, I can’t understand what she sees in that incompetent fool. Well, it doesn’t matter, he will never show up again~ Kufufu, you won’t get away from me.

“What are you saying! Master Baldo would never do such a thing!”

“Kufufu, Mariessia, he is not the person you think he is. He’s a despicable commoner who deceives people. Now, let’s forget about that trash. I’m busy with the war preparations for Fridania’s strongest nation plan. You just need to watch the legend unfold by my side.”

“What… What meaning is there in a war like this! My personal knight order will not participate in this battle!”

With that, my Mariessia left the room. Indeed, even her back is irresistible… My Mariessia.

Kufufu, she may be saying that now, but once she sees me winning battle after battle, Mariessia will surely fall head over heels for me. Ah~ I can’t wait. I’ll dote on her plenty~~.

But before that, I must make the kingdom the strongest!

Now~ it’s the long-awaited war time~~~.

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First of all, I, the magnificent one, decided to invade the Northmanea Kingdom, which shares a border with our Fridania Kingdom to the north.

There are occasional skirmishes, but in all these defensive battles, Fridania has been victorious. They’re the perfect first victims for a bloodbath.

Northmanea is known for its production of magical tools. I’ll make them submit and augment Fridania’s magical equipment.

“Now~ it’s war~~~~ The kingdom will become the strongest~~~”

“That’s right, that’s right~ Prince Genus~ To us, Northmanea is nothing but insects!”

Next to me, General Nuketel, who was in charge of the north, nodded in agreement.

Fuhahaha~ A battlefield I’ve dreamed of!

Until now, my foolish father had stopped me from going into battle, spouting nonsensical things like “first, you must discipline your mind.”

Therefore, all I could do was gather information using spies or indulge in the entertainments of the royal capital. It was a waste not to unleash a genius like me to the world. But now, that stupid old man is practically a wreck! Kukuku, I can’t help but laugh~ Finally, my glorious first battle!

Come, Northmanea! Until now, it’s been nothing but defensive battles due to my damned father’s policy, but this time will be different. I’ll show you hell.

“General Nuketel, what are your tactics?”

The one who piped up from the side was Chancellor Piett. I brought him along because he was annoying, always insisting on diplomacy instead of war. He also opposed Baldo’s banishment. It’s better to show such a man my greatness directly.

“Mufufu~ Chancellor Piett~~ The Sword Saint will break through the center and then it’ll be a ‘Zan’, ‘Gan’, ‘Bam’ situation!”

“Eh? What are you saying, General? Is that really okay…?”

“Hahaha~ Chancellor~~ The Sword Saint is invincible! Moreover, our army outnumbers them five to one. Rest assured!”

“Piett! General Nuketel is right; my army is invincible! Just stay silent and watch, you amateur bureaucrat. This will be over quickly.”

This is my glorious first battle. Don’t speak nonsense. Having silenced Piett, I turned my gaze to the sprawling battlefield.

After a while, the two armies clashed.

“Hmm? General Nuketel, as far as I can see, our Fridanian army seems to be pushed back? What happened to the earlier tactics?”

“N-no, Chancellor. Th-that’s strange~! What is Sword Saint Alesia doing?”

At that moment, a soldier ran up, his face pale.

“General Nuketel, it’s terrible~~! The Sword Saint is missing. The ranks have been neatly cleared, and there’s this note~”

“What did you say! Give it to me!!”

I pushed General Nuketel aside and snatched what the soldier had in his hand.

The two words on the cover immediately caught my eye.

“Resignation”

Nnnnnnn?

“——Resignationnnnnnnn!”

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I have no interest in a country without the master.

Therefore, I depart.

Sincerely, Sword Saint Alesia Olaruen

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“I don’t understand! Why resign? Master? Is it about that incompetent fool Baldo? That can’t be it! What’s the real reason? Is it the pay? Was he dissatisfied with being denied a raise? Damn it, money-grubbing scoundrels!”

What’s happening? Is there an option other than working under me?

“Prince Genus. Didn’t I tell you? Have you forgotten how strongly Sword Saint Alesia protested against Baldo’s banishment and begged for its revocation? How did you respond to the Sword Saint?”

Eh? What a nagging Chancellor. I do seem to recall dismissing such absurdities.

That damn fool doesn’t matter at all. Is the Sword Saint really that stupid?

“Oh my~ Prince Genus~~ What should we do~!”

“Don’t panic, General Nuketel! Heh heh! So what if we’ve lost a female swordsman? My army is five times the size of the enemy’s! Crush them with numbers!”

Hmph, my elite Fridanian army can’t lose.

“Message from the front lines! Up until now, we only had to finish off the enemy soldiers that Sword Saint had nearly killed! How can we win against healthy enemy soldiers? That’s the message!”

“——Annoyinggggg! Everyone, charge at onceeeee!”

“Message from the front lines! We used to casually march after the Sword Saint furiously charged and opened a path. If the path isn’t cleared, charging will cause us to run into the enemy and it will hurt. Please instruct us on a painless method. That’s the message!”

“——Are all of you idiots!”

“General Nuketel, you go to the front lines and straighten things out! You’re paid a high salary! Do it!”

“Oh wowwowwow~ Prince Genus~ I’m trembling so much from fear~ my stomach hurts, I can’t go!”

“Damn it!!”

“Yes~~ I’ll go take care of that damnnnnn~~!”

After the “Damn General” left, that rascal Piett butted in.

“Prince Genus, if we continue like this, the damage will only increase! We should retreat immediately!”

“M-me, retreatttttt? Damn~ Damn~ Damnnnnn!!”

The absence of the Sword Saint quickly spread among the soldiers, and morale plummeted. Furthermore, there was no general capable of turning the situation around. Fridanian army was not prepared to fight without the Sword Saint.

Afterward, the Fridanian army completely collapsed, and the invasion ended in failure.

Prince Genus would go down in history with the ignominious distinction of suffering a massive defeat shortly after assuming the role of Regent.