Episode 245
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If it’s Tem-Samit… … .
“You were the king.”
“Yes, I am the king.”
King Ishmael was still smiling.
What’s funny is that the four warriors behind him didn’t do anything other than slightly frowning.
But actually, that’s to be expected.
Owner of red mana.
He has similar strength to Beckerman, but he can’t control the kids below him?
That’s problematic.
Fortunately, the man in front of me seemed to have a firm grip on the kids below.
He said.
“I’ve only heard rumors, but it’s amazing. But I’ll ask just to confirm. Is that you, Jack Valanti?”
There was a playfulness in King Ishmael’s words.
Even though he says that, it feels like he is confident inside.
He said with a sly smile.
“I didn’t know I would become famous even in neighboring countries. Why? Should I hold your hand?”
Tem-Samit seemed impressed by my boundless confidence.
Because.
“Hahahahahahaha-!!”
It started to burst out in laughter like this.
And naturally.
“Uh… … Huh??”
“Huh huh???”
You’re bursting out in laughter like that, but you keep hiding your presence? That’s ridiculous.
People around them began to recognize Ishmael.
Then, as if on cue, a man behind Ishmael shouts in a loud voice.
“Welcome His Majesty!!”
Everyone knelt down at the sound of that voice that resonated through the square.
“Hello, Your Majesty!!”
It was the highest courtesy to one of only three red mana holders on this continent, and to the king of a country.
The sight of thousands of people kneeling in all directions was more spectacular than I had imagined.
This vast square.
Standing here with our backs straight are Tem-Samit Ismael and me.
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And there was no one but the three little kids next to me.
Does that mean our little ones didn’t show any manners?
That’s not it.
Because the three little ones bowed their heads to King Ishmael as if they had made a promise.
Just a nod.
That was all there was to it, a silent bow to show respect.
Because.
I’ve done that before.
Don’t kneel before anyone but me.
This is not rude.
If the country has its back and the children believe in me and I believe in them, then they should not kneel to anyone but me.
That’s not respect for the other person, it’s disrespect for me.
Of course, Ishmael didn’t seem to care.
The four masters behind him were glaring, but he didn’t care.
Because Ishmael slowly approached me.
Then he whispers in my ear:
“You were right.”
“what?”
I turned my head slightly.
Very close distance.
From a distance of just 5cm, the large face of Tem-Samit grins.
“What happened to the baby dragon?”
Look at this.
“Rumor has it that they killed it… … But according to the investigation team we dispatched ourselves, there was no body presumed to be a dragon. There’s no way they killed it.”
The muscular monster with a bald head and copper skin slowly turned his head.
His gaze was directed at the silver-haired kid behind me, Cell.
“I can feel the energy of mana all over my body, but it’s quite heterogeneous. There are about 4 circles, but the amount of circles wrapped around my body is roughly 7 circles… … It seems like a polymorph, but could it be that kid?”
I didn’t bother to answer.
But that was enough of an answer.
Because silence means yes.
“Oh my God, who the hell are you? Are you a dragon? Or are you even human?”
It was a small voice, and no one else could have heard it except me and the Master sitting on my shoulder.
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“What’s your business?”
“I have some business… … .”
Tem-Samit pauses for a moment, then whispers in my ear once more.
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“Do you have time tonight?”
dinner?
“To the palace, a formal invitation.”
Tem-Samit raised his hand and tapped my shoulder.
“Just you and me.”
In a square filled with silence, I burst out laughing.
ah.
As I live and live, I finally get to receive a date request from a guy.
I’m really going to die.
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It was a kind of happening.
Tem-Samit returned to the palace after encouraging the students of the Academy and giving them some words of encouragement to do well.
And that evening.
A letter bearing the red lion, the symbol of the Kingdom of Ishmael, was delivered to the Academy dormitory.
As soon as I opened it, I couldn’t help but laugh.
(Jack Valantier, let’s have dinner together.)
No kidding, that one sentence was the end of it.
At a glance, this handwriting seems to be that of King Tem-Samit.
Rather than being generous, I think he just likes things that are simple and clear.
[Are you going?]
“It’s a little strange.”
[What do you mean?]
I stood up quietly from my seat.
Actually, I wasn’t told, but I was a little surprised.
“In my previous life, I was pretty much a loner.”
[… … .]
“I had no intention of making friends, no intention of making my own person, no intention of having a relationship. It’s not that I was blinded by revenge, but rather I was holding back. Because if I got involved with him, there was no way it would end well. But there was one man who approached me. He was the only man I could relate to, the only man I could talk to, and the only man I could be friends with.”
[Is that Ishmael?]
He shook his head.
“I’m seeing Ishmael for the first time in this life. In his previous life, he was already dead. Was he killed by Beckerman or by Merengues, who was next to him? I don’t know.”
[So, who are you talking about?]
As I’ve mentioned a few times and shown a few times.
The answer was already out there.
“The chieftain of the Orcs, Ton Grynhill, the only one among the Orcs with black skin, so he was called Blackman rather than Grynhill, and we communicated a lot.”
[… … .]
He shook the letter he was holding in his hand.
“I’m not sure, but there was a guy who gave me that kind of vibe. I think it might be a good idea to meet him.”
The teacher smiles faintly.
[You haven’t completely abandoned your humanity.]
What’s new?
“I’m a good guy. Maybe.”
The teacher bursts into laughter and taps me on the head.
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I guess the teacher was a little interested too.
Not a rational interest, but curiosity about a man I felt a strange attraction to.
There was certainly ample reason to meet him.
But, as I live, I’ve actually dated a guy.
After all, people live long and see things.
Chapter 9
Tem-Samit Ismael was a simpler man than you might think.
“How is it? Does the food suit your taste?”
It was a bigger feast than I expected.
The only flaw, if there is one, is that there were no vegetables and it was all meat.
“It’s okay. Better than I thought.”
Ishmael truly came to greet me alone, just as he had told me.
The few cooks and maids who brought the food also left immediately after serving the food.
I glanced around and saw that there really was no one around.
Exclusive.
A strange confidence is seen in Ishmael, who is greedily eating the meat right in front of us.
He took a sip of his drink and nibbled on some meat, then asked me as if he had forgotten.
“But I think it’s time to tell you, are you a dragon or a human?”
“He’s human, you can tell just by looking at him.”
Ishmael opens his eyes and looks at me.
“You’re 14, right? You’re turning 15 soon?”
“If you look at it in terms of physical age, it’s correct.”
“But you’re also a 5th circle mana user?”
“That’s true too.”
“And you put Beckerman and his disciple Merengues to bed?”
I had a lot to say about that too.
“To be exact, I only cut off the arm.”
“The arm… … yourself?”
“yes.”
“Heh heh heh.”
Samit bursts into laughter.
however.
“I didn’t know. At this point, Beckerman might be that weak.”
“be weak?”
“Oh, I still don’t understand how he could be bedridden for days just because he lost an arm. The Beckerman I remember was strong both mentally and physically. He really deserves to be called the strongest swordsman on the continent.”
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“The strongest swordsman on the continent… … Hehe.”
Ishmael nodded slightly and said nothing more.
We ate and ate, filling our bellies; I had milk, and the King had wine.
The meal ended so naturally.
Did you really call me just to have a meal?
When you think like that.
Samit said.
“You ate, so how about exercising after eating?”
“Exercise after eating?”
Samit grins just like when he first saw her.
“Yeah, exercise after eating.”
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The place where the king resides is usually called the royal palace.
What kind of place would a royal palace like that usually be?
There is a grand hall where the subjects gather and hold meetings, a bedroom where the king sleeps, a separate place for his children to stay, and numerous luxurious decorations are placed throughout.
People who think of Wangseong think of such things.
but.
The royal palace where Tem-Samit Ishmael resided was very different from ordinary royal palaces.
There were no pictures or anything on the walls, only weapons.
Sword, spear, bow, axe, halberd.
Weapons like that, which are hardly ever used these days, were everywhere.
You could say it’s a bit sloppy, but I’m not sure.
I rather like something simple like this.
I should say that I definitely feel what kind of guy the king is.
Of course, Ishmael’s kingdom had another peculiarity.
That was the training ground.
A very large training ground.
No kidding, the training center was roughly over 10,000 square meters in size.
It is said to be almost 3,000 pyeong.
I was standing there now.
With Tem-Samit.
“You know, when I was little, I discovered a magical ability.”
“ability?”
He smiles slightly.
“Just by looking at someone’s speech, feelings, and first impressions, it was the ability to ‘certainly’ figure out what kind of person they were, whether they were a piece of trash who lied like it was nothing or someone who was proud of themselves. You could call it talent.”
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Oh oh.
“That’s a good talent.”
“Is it just good? I got to this point with that talent. The word good is a bit inappropriate. It’s a talent that makes my flesh tremble.”
Hehehe, he was laughing, but he slowly lowered the sword he was holding.
That’s probably the giant sword Extelia that was put up as the prize for the swordsmanship category.
The etymology of the name is unknown.
Because I’m not interested.
But I thought it was strange that it had the word ‘Geugeom’ in front, but when I saw it in person, it certainly seemed to fit the description.
First of all, the handle was three to four times thicker than a normal longsword, and it almost looked like a log was stuck into it.
The length is about 2m.
It is similar in length to the longsword I used, Silarion, but its circumference is about ten times thicker.
The weight is probably around 200kg to 300kg.
The weight is well balanced, and the handle seems to be well finished to support the weight.
It certainly deserves to be called a famous sword.
A sword of that level is uncommon.
It’s not easy to make either.
Is that material orichalcum? It looks shiny and shiny, so I think it’s orichalcum.
The best ore among the numerous ores existing in the world today.
As I was thinking that, Tem-Samit said.
“But today was really strange.”
How far did the conversation go?
Oh, Samit said that he could instinctively tell when others were lying or not… … and he went that far.
For a moment, I looked at Samit without saying anything.
“You certainly didn’t add a single lie when you told me. You cut off Beckerman’s arm, you blew up the laboratory, you laid the groundwork for the creation of the Kingdom Alliance… … So it’s amazing.”
He shrugged.
“I understand completely.”
Ps …
“Understand… … I thought you belonged to some organization… … No. You have no background. You exist alone.”
I was just listening, but as I listened, I noticed some rather strange parts.
“Existing alone?”
“Yeah. And you looked pretty lonely.”
