Episode 15
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Ron took a moment to survey the devastation surrounding him.
25 dead humans.
Their bodies bore only one scar.
One sword.
No, I’m not even sure if I should call this a sword.
All the corpses had their hearts pierced, but except for three, where Jack had directly driven his sword into their hearts, it was very difficult to determine the source of the wound.
It wasn’t stabbed or cut, it was just pierced, but it felt like I saw a Wind Cutter cast by a 9th circle wizard.
However, Wind Cutter is a wide-range attack magic, as all mana users on the continent know.
No matter how high the circle is or how excellent the level is, the magic called Wind Cutter is ultimately a magic designed to inflict as much damage as possible on Dain by throwing countless blades of wind.
The formula is like that, and it’s a magic that was designed like that from the beginning, but it’s like this, a blade of wind that pierces the hearts of all enemies at once?
This is a level of magic that far surpasses that of the Wind Cutter.
To be exact, the comparison itself is impossible.
The more I look at it, the more amazed I become.
‘There is no hesitation in killing. The wounds are clean and the methods are extraordinary.’
Ron gulped at the sight of Jack still staggering despite having consumed the highest-grade potion.
Great force tends to produce great reaction.
So how much of a backlash will this force cause?
If that’s the case, then how accustomed must Jack be to pain to be able to endure it like that?
‘What kind of life have you lived, my lord?’
The healing effect of the highest grade potion is so excellent that it can even reattach a severed body.
Although it cannot be compared to the divine potions called Elixirs that discuss the category of regeneration, the highest-grade potion still boasts the highest efficiency of all medicines that can be purchased with money.
However, Jack’s current appearance does not seem to indicate that he has completely healed.
So, does that mean that the pain Jack must have felt before his wounds healed was beyond imagination, and in that situation, he stabbed the servants in the heart with his sword without changing his expression at all?
Ron’s common sense couldn’t even imagine it.
“Your Majesty, are you really okay?”
The sight of Jack leaning against the carriage and panting like before seemed strangely sublime and lofty.
“This f*cking body, f*ck.”
Ron scratched his head awkwardly at Jack’s harsh words.
“Oh, are you okay? No, I’m not okay. I’m going to have a hard time.”
“……okay.”
Then Ron, as if something suddenly occurred to him, began to search through the corpses.
After about five minutes, Ron was holding five superior potions and 63 gold and 40 shillings in his hands.
“Is it a different level of money to carry.”
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At Jack’s words, Ron handed everything over to Jack without hesitation.
Jack stuffed the gold Ron had given him into his pocket, took the potion in his hand, and looked around.
Ron asks.
“Aren’t you eating?”
“Eating it won’t help.”
Ron didn’t know the details, but he didn’t ask for much.
Just nod.
At that moment, Jack handed three of the potions he was holding to Ron.
Ron just let out a laugh after receiving it.
It’s not even alchemy, but one top-grade potion turned into three superior potions.
“But what do we do with these corpses?”
“Just leave it alone. Wild animals will eat it or a passerby will find it.”
“… … If the young master weren’t here, people would be suspicious.”
“To whom?”
Ron tilts his head.
“Who are you? You are the Marquis.”
Jack, who had slumped down on the footrest of the carriage, said as if it was no big deal.
“Even if I doubt it, that guy won’t do me any harm.”
“… … If it were me, I would have summoned you immediately.”
Jack smiles meaningfully.
“Want to make a bet with me?”
“… … No. I don’t want to do it because I feel like I’ll lose again.”
“Ron is smart, after all.”
Ron looked at Jack quietly for a while.
It’s time regression.
It was the same in the rose garden, but again, I couldn’t read the inside at all.
“I believe in something, and I will believe that. I will go back now, Your Majesty.”
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Oh, right.
I forgot.
I caught Ron trying to go back to being a writer.
“Wait a minute, you’re sure no one noticed you coming here?”
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“of course.”
“Are you sure?”
Ron shrugs and continues.
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“I came back after performing an illusion. I’m probably cleaning the rose garden right now.”
Illusion.
It’s a 9 circle magic.
It is sometimes called a type of illusion magic, but you can simply think of it as a clone.
The Iron Blood Knights, currently the elite of the clan, are dispatched to the Forest of Demons to subdue monsters, but you never know.
“The Marquis might question Ron about what happened here. If he feels the atmosphere is a bit awkward, then just be honest. I killed them all.”
“… … Really?”
“Oh, and just in case, if the Marquis gives any indication that he’s going to kill Ron, tell him this too.”
“What should I say?”
Ron’s expression becomes serious.
I’m sure he instinctively knew what I was going to say.
“If either you or Ron dies, the Marquis family will be wiped out that day.”
“… … I understand, Your Majesty.”
Ron has already experienced my power.
But the powers Ron has experienced are only a small part of what I am, and Ron doesn’t know exactly what kind of guy I am.
By the way, I’m the kind of person who does things if they have to.
“This is just a hypothetical scenario, so don’t look so serious.”
“Am I feeling uneasy for no reason?”
I laughed and Ron laughed too.
In some ways, everything I said could be considered a gross exaggeration.
But I can tell you for sure that I can still kill the Marquis, who is a 7th circle mana user.
To be a little more precise, any mana user other than a master cannot kill me.
The reason I’m not turning over the writer right now is because my sister would be sad and it’s obvious that things would get unnecessarily complicated, but there’s no other reason.
There is an order and timing to everything.
But if, really if, my sister or Ron die, the Marquis will die by my hand that day.
Not only the Marquis, but also the Marchioness will die, and anyone who even touched them with a finger, or even had the slightest connection to them, will be tracked down and killed, one by one, without leaving a single one behind.
Count Mantis? Their political backer is the King?
I’m not interested.
On that day, no matter where the back ship is, they will all die by my hand.
I just wish.
I hope the Marquis will act as a ‘father’ to his older sister.
‘I guess you could say it’s a kind of opportunity.’
I’ll be dropping hints along the way to let you know that things have changed and that positions have changed.
“I wish the Marquis had realized it a little sooner.”
Ron laughs awkwardly at my nonsense.
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“But do you really have to go to the academy?”
“uh.”
Ron repeats what he said earlier with a meaningful expression.
“And what if the Marquis summons you?”
I ended up smiling faintly.
I brushed it off lightly earlier, but in fact, as Ron said, it is absolutely impossible for the Marquis to summon me or anything because of what just happened on this mountain.
Because the Academy has one absolute rule.
“I don’t remember the exact wording, but once the semester starts, you can’t return to your hometown unless the head of the household has died or a direct relative of the head of the household has died… I think it was something like that.”
“… … It is similar.”
The laughter deepens.
“The law of the realm takes precedence over the law of the land. How could a mere marquis disobey the king’s word?”
To cut to the chase, the Marquis cannot summon me.
Ron soon nods and turns around.
“… … Okay. Then I’ll take my leave now. I’ll really go.”
I see a bit of regret left in his words, so I guess he wanted to go on a trip or something like that with me.
That might be fun in its own way, but not yet.
He waved at Ron and said.
“Take care of yourself, and watch out for monsters on the way.”
“… … So, does that mean I’ll see you again in 4 years?”
“I don’t know about that. Anyway, take good care of your older sister.”
And so Ron disappeared.
It took about 9 hours from the post office to here.
But Ron could get to the writer’s house in an hour, or maybe even 30 minutes.
Left alone, I quietly sorted out the situation.
The escort group heading to the academy with the Marquis’ three sons was completely destroyed.
The bodies of the three princes were not found among their corpses, all of which had their hearts pierced.
This would mean that I was kidnapped or ran away somewhere. My sister would most likely think that I was kidnapped.
And then, in a fit of sadness, he would beg the Marquis to rescue him.
I looked around while sitting on the carriage step.
It may seem like I’m making a big deal out of it, but I don’t really care.
Even if the Marquis suspects Ron, there is currently not a single mana user in the Marquis’ household who can subdue Ron.
However, if the Marquis wants to eliminate Ron, he has to take such a risk, so there is no reason to take such a risk.
My reason judges, but is the world really the world if it goes only according to my will?
All sorts of things happen in the world, like a baby mouse with no way out rushing towards its predatory cat.
Okay.
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It’s already spilled milk and there’s no intention of sweeping it away.
It is pointless to think any further about this subject.
I crossed my legs and sat lost in thought.
‘Let’s see, if we assume that there are three camping trips in the mountains on the way from the Marquis’ house to the Academy… … .’
He immediately shook his head.
Hiking is physically demanding, tiring, and frustrating.
No matter how you package it, a hike is still a hike.
The best route has already been paved by merchants and peddlers, and as mentioned earlier, the fact that it takes four days from the Marquis to the Academy means that the route was planned based on that route.
But it takes the same 4 days to go hiking?
There’s no need to think about this any further.
It’s called hiking, but in reality it’s not much different from following a set path.
in other words.
‘There is a story that there is a village nearby, not too far away.’
