What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

That guy... there's no mistake! The exact same scars, that damned bad temper, and that stupidly bald head—this bastard is the executioner from when I first transmigrated here!

So he was a crusader from the Kingdom of Oreg? But when House looked behind him, it didn't seem like him at all... He looked like a defeated general, not only was he a mess, but there wasn't a single soldier behind him.

The soldier at the gate stamped his halberd: "I'll say this one last time, sir. Whatever you were before, commander or deputy commander, the king has decreed that you are stripped of your power. Understand?!"

Minsk took a step back from those words, his eyes wide with anger, wanting to argue back, but the next second there were two clanging sounds.

Two sharp lances were pressed against his chest, and judging from the soldiers' merciless gazes, if Minsk were to go any further, his internal organs would be pierced first.

"I...I...I'll fight you to the death! Bastards! I've risked my life to expand this country's territory, and you dare treat me like this?!"

Enraged, he grabbed the two halberds and spears, then with a sudden burst of strength, snapped the sturdy wooden poles in two!

But clearly, this is not a wise decision. If the previous actions could be considered warnings and conflicts, then Minsk's current behavior is pure harassment of the military.

The face of the military commander is the face of the kingdom, and the face of the kingdom is the face of the king…

If you hit your own army, isn't that the same as slapping the king in the face?

Slapping the king in the face is tantamount to rebelling, isn't it?

"You dare attack us?! Seize this madman! Throw him in the dungeon! This guy is plotting a rebellion! This guy is challenging the king's authority!"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Stars above!"

Relying on the old-fashioned fighting style that could terrify House, Minsk was quickly taken over by wave after wave of soldiers.

Even if he's a great fighter, he can't withstand being surrounded and beaten by a dozen fists.

He was pinned to the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and he began to struggle frantically: "You bastards! Bastards! You can't do this! I've given my life to this country! Everything I have!"

The lead soldier took out handcuffs from his back and sneered:

"Hmph, that was then. The king has decreed that you are all traitors now."

Just as Minsk was about to be forcibly subdued, his previously unwavering resolve suddenly softened: "Wait! Can't I enter the city without being a Crusader? I'm a civilian now! A civilian! You won't even let civilians into the city, will you!?"

"That's not quite right..." The other man half-knelt down. Every soldier here knew Minsk's formidable reputation. "However, these are extraordinary times. A 'civilian' like you with questionable status needs a guarantor, right? But I see you're all alone, sir. Who knows you?"

In the barracks, the soldiers affectionately called Minsk "the devil's messenger."

However, this violent and somewhat morbid man does have his own shining qualities.

Although this guy has a terrible personality, a bad temper, is a hypocrite, curses the king and bishops behind their backs, and smashes things when he's drunk... and so on.

But you have to admit that for a soldier, as long as he can lead his troops to victory, he is a good soldier.

Before Minsk was crushed like a pebble by the monster alliance, he and the Crusaders of Oreg had fought many campaigns in the east and west.

While he may not be considered a national hero, he certainly has a number of outstanding achievements.

In war, as long as he wins, his shortcomings can be overlooked.

But if he fails, then naturally... his former subordinates won't say a good word for him.

For these soldiers, what difference would it make if they let one more or one less pass through?

Stopping Minsk was simply a way to retaliate against someone they disliked, but they couldn't blame anyone else for it, since everything that's happening now is the result of past actions.

However, every cause has its effect, and now... another cause and effect planted in the past has saved Minsk once again.

The soldiers only saw a short, thin old man jump down from the carriage and rush towards them. The leader was about to say, "We're busy, can't you see? If you want to enter the city, you'd better wait patiently..."

But before he could even open his mouth, he saw a piece of paper with gold patterns printed on it in the old man's hand.

「!?」

If he were a modern person, then the song "Accidentally Entering the Heavenly Home" should be playing automatically in his ears right now.

Even though the paper with its golden dragon scale pattern and dark design was dirty and folded, it still shone with a sublime brilliance like a sacred object.

That was a travel permit written by the king himself.

The soldiers were so frightened that they all knelt down. Minsk and the like were kicked aside. Actually, there was no strict rule requiring them to kneel upon seeing the king's pass, but if you think about it carefully, what kind of ordinary person could get a pass? They must at least be a friend of the king!

We were so busy beating up this idiot bald guy that we wasted his time and the king's time. If we really messed up important matters, then everyone's help will make things worse!

Old Sangbo was clearly startled; he did not covet such power.

Holding the 'golden paper,' his tone was calm, yet slightly hurried:

"My convoy needs to pass, could you...?"

Splash!

With a clang of armor, the soldiers quickly parted to make way, not daring to utter another word, and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Please! Please! I'm so sorry to have taken up your time!"

After the leading sergeant finished speaking, he broke out in even more cold sweat.

He noticed that even after he cleared the way, the thin old man in front of him did not continue forward.

This scared everyone so much they didn't dare move... Oh no, is it angry?

"I...I'm actually with this Mr. Minsk on the ground. I wonder if I could take him into the city with me?"

"—!?"

The sergeant's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Minsk, whose face he had nearly swollen into a pig's head. He was so stunned that he couldn't even speak. Just that one sentence seemed to make him see himself being hanged on the execution platform.

These two are together...?!

But after glancing at Minsk's face, he realized that wasn't the case... How to put it, because the old bald man seemed even more confused than he was.

He was dazed when the old man swiftly dragged him away, and then the old man's carriage sped into the city.

The soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment... Although they didn't know what had happened, it seemed their lives had been saved.

Meanwhile, behind Old Sanber, Minsk rubbed his sore and stinging eyes and asked slowly:

"This... minister? Or judge... forgive my rudeness, but I don't recall ever seeing you in the palace before. Anyway... thank you for your timely assistance." Minsk maintained his fragile politeness as much as possible. He was quite certain that he did not know the mysterious man in front of him, and that the two of them had never even met before.

His position as deputy regimental commander had already been stripped, and this happened at a critical juncture of national turmoil...

Minsk pondered suspiciously: Could this be someone sent by a deeply hidden crown prince? Was he trying to recruit him and then launch a coup?

Unfortunately, all of Minsk's fantasies were in vain. Old Sanber's pass was given to him by the elite crusaders who had once protected his convoy.

So after he fantasized about a bunch of scenarios where he could make a comeback, he was completely unaware that he had been led by the old man into a dark alley in the city.

"Well... I'm sorry about what you just said, sir," old Sang said to Minsk with a sullen smile, "because I don't know you either."

"...Don't you recognize me?" Minsk's heart sank. "Then why did you offer your help?"

Old Sangbo's crow's feet deepened, and he chuckled, "You'd better talk to him about this yourself... A friendly reminder: grit your teeth."

After saying that, Old Sangbo dashed away from the alley, leaving Minsk completely bewildered. He tried to catch up with him... but the result was...

The sound of a giant wheel grinding on the ground stopped him.

House stood blocking the alleyway with a morbid, terrifying smile on his face:

"Oh my...is this Minsk? Haven't seen you for a few days, and you've gotten such a mess?"