There's a cockroach in your soul and a little homunculus in your brain

The Imperial Crimson Empire == Familiar footsteps stopped in front of the room, after a short pause the door opened. This person—despite the details can’t be seen because of back lighting, with only a glance, Carlos understood that the person is someone he’s been waiting for. Carlos showed a faint smile while he continued sitting in his chair. “—Welcome back, your highness. I thought you wouldn’t make it in time.” “My bad, there were a lot of idiots who attacked me on the way.” Hearing that nostalgic yet familiar voice, Carlos was overwhelmed with feeling of wanting to weep and was unable to find any words to say. “Even so, you don’t seem surprised at all. The other lots were looking at me as if I was a ghost—well, not that it’s wrong.” Being told that, Carlos’s smile deepened. “…How’s the situation outside?” “Hn? Ah, they’ve stopped plundering for now and are in the middle of the public execution of royalties, nobles, and officials. Also, there might be some idiot...

Decisive battle end == At the beginning of battle, the enemies’ monsters let out an attack with unbelievable power and a large scale magic attack that destroyed the spirit of the Lords Alliance. However, since the next attack didn’t come after that, they began to believe that those attacks can’t be used continuously; a kind of power only gunshot and one time only firework. --Well, if they ask the people themselves, Kurashi (gunshot) and Ikaruga (firework), they will gladly answer the request by firing it in rapid fire. Still, right now they’re busy drinking alcohol while gazing at the battlefield, cheering, resenting, and commenting with a self satisfied look—they’re very busy. Then, as if complementing them, the monsters that had been standing by in the Acquira Plateau for the past few days started to move while giving a battle cry. Then, looking at that, the Lords Alliance’s commander judged that their enemy had used up its trump card then moved to conventional melee. With...

Breakdown Confession == This is Sir Carlos’s story. Well, not that I care, but this is a supplement for the original story. == My real name is Giancarlo Ericco Bertoni. Even though the house of Bertoni is a noble house, as a lower class baron, actually it is impossible for me to serve near his highness. However when my father was young he served the current king as an imperial guard and built a friendship that crossed social statuses, or so I heard. Me and his highness? Well, I don’t know. In the end, I am nothing more than his highness’s loyal retainer. Because of the relation my father had, my mother who had just given birth to me, became the wet nurse of his highness who was also born soon after me. Well, there are wet nurses other than my mother, but somehow his highness hated the other wet nurses—perhaps his picky taste of women was something he was born with. …To be honest, actually I also have never seen any woman who is more beautiful than her highness...