Legendary Youngest Son of the Marquis House Chapter 236

Resize text-+=
Previous ChapterNext Chapter

Episode 236

Roland thought.

jack.

The man doesn’t care about things like rumors.

But those associated with the man care about the rumors about him.

Especially for someone like Roland, who leads a huge organization like the Continental Battlefield, it would be even stranger if he didn’t care.

He massacred the instructors at the academy, subdued the Magic Tower Lord, swallowed up the entire kingdom, and killed all 20,000 punitive forces that decided to naturalize to the Tulcan Empire.

As I said before, Jack Valanti doesn’t care about the rumors about himself.

So everything really spread out into the world as it was true.

The funny thing is that it’s so real that it actually makes more people doubt it.

“Do you know that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t seem to know. There’s a rumor going around that it wasn’t Jack Valantier who completely took over the Teslan Kingdom, but the Continental Battlefield.”

“… … Isn’t that true?”

“Yes, that’s not true. But don’t you know that even though you live like that?”

“What?”

“People believe what they want to believe.”

“… … .”

“A 15-year-old kid named Jack Valantier actually did all that? Who would believe that? To be exact, they probably wouldn’t want to believe it. If we were to admit it so easily, all the mana users in this world would suffer from a great sense of deprivation. It’s funny to say that. He was only in his early teens, and he was beating up Masters. Deprivation? That seems like a bit too much.”

That wasn’t a wrong statement.

In fact, every single one of the high-circle Mana users who were assigned to serve as instructors at the academy was shocked by Jack’s actions.

Wow, he’s beating up Master and high-circle mana users at the age of 14. What was I doing when I was 14? I think I sucked my thumb.

They didn’t want to admit it at first either.

I thought it was just a ridiculous rumor and that there had to be some kind of fabrication.

“Jealousy blinds. That’s why people are always foolish.”

Escaping reality wasn’t really that big of a deal.

Finding other reasons because you don’t want to admit what you need to admit.

Those who look for other reasons will not progress.

But those who acknowledge, accept, and face it, progress.

The instructors on the continental battlefield were like that.

To be exact, those who have encountered the rumors firsthand, experienced Jack, felt Jack’s freedom, and felt his strange power to attract people are fascinated by Jack.

A young monster who plays with the Master, the pinnacle of mana users.

It’s so attractive that I’m tempted.

So, high circle mana users on the continental battlefield.

More than 90% of them.

Advertisements

“I want to get under Jack Valantier.”

Roland closed his eyes.

Are you thinking of stopping it?

does not exist.

“Tell them that everything is up to individual choice. There are those with greater influence than me, the master, and those who are stronger than you, my ‘successor’ and a mid-level master, so it would be overly optimistic to think that they will always be with you on the continental battlefield.”

Harold’s eyes opened wide.

It wasn’t because of other words.

My successor.

He clearly said he was my successor.

“……father.”

Roland turns his head.

“Jack Valantier, learn from him. Learn everything. And stay close to his people. If you want to get under the guy, get under him. Five years from now. I’ll be retired in five years.”

It was such a sudden statement.

So Harold was surprised.

He didn’t even hide his expression.

Why all of a sudden?

“I will tell you everything for five years. I will discuss everything with you, including the direction of the continental battlefield. If you have any opinions, tell me anything. I will point out any mistakes and tell you everything you don’t know.”

“Why are you suddenly doing that?”

Roland laughed.

“The world has changed. It will change even more in the future. But the ones leading that change are young people. Do you think old people will be able to adapt in such a world?”

“… … .”

Roland opened his mouth as if he had forgotten something to Harold, who was looking blank.

“While we’re on the subject, let me tell you one more thing.”

“I will listen.”

Roland pointed to the communication port with his finger.

“It’s an artifact that you, a mid-level master, can’t even sense. Then what about the owners of red mana, who are one level higher than you? For example, Beckerman or Tem-Samit.”

“… … Jack, judging by his personality, he would have definitely finished it off, so he wouldn’t be much different from me. In fact, he had a history of turning Beckerman into a half-cripple in the Tulcan Empire’s laboratory. And that too easily. Those who use mana on him, whether they’re 1st circle or 10th circle, beginner master or advanced master, just… … they all seem the same.”

Roland nods.

“So then this artifact is an item that works in a way that no one in this world knows about. Isn’t there something to be gleaned from this?”

Harold was puzzled.

Because I didn’t know what you were trying to say.

There was a vague image floating in my head, but I didn’t know what it was.

——————

faqwiki.us

Join our Discord for new chapter updates!

https://discord.com/invite/xr7SxG5T6V

——————

Only those who have experienced this will know.

“That man values ​​information. Why would he spread his communication equipment across the continent at such a low price? What could he gain from it?”

“… … It’s not money, right?”

Advertisements

“Yeah, it wouldn’t be money. For him, it doesn’t matter whether he has money or not. So, it’s not something tangible, but something intangible. Can’t you get the feeling?”

moment.

Harold realized.

What Jack values.

What has Aveiro been up to lately, following Jack?

oh my god.

“The man values ​​information. The cheaply distributed magical communication devices have spread across the continent, and now all nobles can communicate through them. But what if, really what if, you could hear all those conversations… … Eavesdropping? Eavesdropping? I don’t know what word to use. Is that what your father is worried about now?”

Roland nods.

It means the answer is correct.

“I’m not sure, but it’s possible. We’ve been watching Jack Valantier closely.”

That’s right.

Roland watched Jack closely.

That’s why I know Jack better than anyone else what kind of person he is and what approach he will take.

wiretapping.

This is a thought that only those who have experienced, talked to, and been with Jack Valantier can come up with.

I put aside any doubts about whether it would really be possible.

Because he has already done and succeeded in so many unrealistic things.

“It is possible, but not certain. That would be an act of turning every noble on the continent into an enemy. That he would be reckless to that extent… … .”

“You don’t think about it?”

Harold couldn’t bring himself to say any more.

Because he was a human being who deserved it.

That was when.

Roland smiled slightly.

“It’s just a possibility. The probability is less than 1 percent. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

“… … Don’t believe everything you see, isn’t that what you’re trying to say?”

Unlike Roland, who nodded, Harold was a little more complicated.

What if that’s true?

already.

The king of the world is no different from the one who has been appointed.

The king of the underworld that no one knows about.

The real monster that rules the world.

Roland said.

“I’m going to go now, I’m tired.”

Harold ended up coming out like that.

And then close the door.

Advertisements

The moment I turned my head.

Harold’s heart almost stopped.

Right in front of your nose.

Because Jack Valantier was there.

Why is this guy here?

No, more than that.

Since when?

* * *

“How long has this punk with this perverted hobby been here? With that look on his face?”

Harold unconsciously covered his mouth with one hand.

Because I just expressed through my gestures that my true intentions were completely exposed.

Even I thought about it myself and felt really pathetic.

No, to be exact, I was just surprised.

I felt it in the conference room before, but if this man had changed his occupation to an assassin, his name would have been known throughout the continent.

“Just kidding, Roland’s inside, right? I have something to tell you.”

“… … There is, ahem. There is.”

Even his voice was hoarse, and Harold wanted to hide in a hole.

Jack didn’t really care though.

“Ask if you can enter. Since you’re on the Continental Battlefield, you must follow the laws of the Continental Battlefield.”

“… … Please wait a moment.”

Although he didn’t know it, the thought that this man was truly an unknowable person was written on Harold’s face.

Soon Roland came inside and called Jack in, and Jack went in.

Harold just stared blankly at Jack’s back.

At that moment, Jack turns his head.

“I bet there’s a meeting of deans at the academy right now?”

“Dean’s meeting?”

“Oh, I guess you didn’t receive the official document? Go and attend quickly. And welcome the new Dean of the Department of Information Science.”

“Are you talking about Aveiro?”

“That’s right. I know that well.”

Jack went inside with a grin.

Harold, who had been dazed for a moment, headed to the academy.

No, but a meeting?

What meeting?

* * *

Jack, sitting down, asked first:

Advertisements

“I heard things are going well?”

“… … ?”

“I think you said that you sold quite a lot to the Cradle Kingdom and the Tulcan Empire, and that customer satisfaction was very high. Isn’t that right?”

Roland chuckles.

“I overheard you.”

“Well, this may seem like an excuse, but I’ll do it anyway. I’m not really listening because I want to hear it, but I have a good ear. To me, the sound of Harold running down the stairs sounds like thunder to me. You know that sound of those muscular thighs hitting each other? I can hear it so clearly.”

“… … The sound of flesh being slashed?”

“Yes, that’s it. That’s about the level of my ears.”

Roland’s smile did not disappear, but it disappeared as if it were a lie at Jack’s next words.

“And what about that? The response from Ishmael, Canaan, and the Kingdom of Matthias is also good?”

For a moment, Roland felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

There were two countries that appeared in the conversation with Colin Brosnan earlier.

Tulcan and the cradle.

But the words Ishmael, Canaan, and Matthias that came out of Jack’s mouth just now were clearly things he had exchanged with someone else yesterday through the communication channel.

Is that all?

There was no one around Roland when they had that conversation.

A story that only Roland knows, in a situation where there is no Harold or secretary.

That’s coming out of Jack’s mouth?

no way.

“… … .”

“why?”

Roland put down the teacup he was holding.

“Where did you hear that story?”

“You’re sensitive. Where did you hear that?”

Jack shifted his gaze.

Towards the communication port on the desk.

Then Roland’s eyes opened wide beyond compare.

Because I figured out what that meant.

“… … Is that true?”

“Yes, it’s true.”

“… …Can you hear everything that is said through the communication device? Can you eavesdrop?”

“Eavesdropping is true, but let’s just stick to wiretapping. That’s easier.”

Roland realized once again the truth that was nothing new.

This guy was really crazy.

“He really was a crazy guy… … That’s what his expression was like.”

Advertisements

“You got it right. Oh my god… … wiretapping? Is that actually possible?”

“You can see it, right? I tried it because it was possible.”

At the same time, Roland’s expression hardened.

“… … Can you handle it?”

Jack burst out laughing.

“Wow, you’re worried about me? That feels good.”

“… … .”

“Why are you staring at me like that? Of course I can handle it.”

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com

share our website to support us and to keep us motivated thanks <3



0 0 votes
Article Rating
Subscribe
Notify of
guest
0 Comments
Oldest
Newest Most Voted
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments