Episode 251
“Samit.”
“huh?”
“Here, it’s closed as of today.”
“……huh?”
Tem-Samit is confused.
To be honest, I was quite embarrassed.
I gave the order just now.
“And call the kids under you and tell them to free all the ‘slaves’ in the capital.”
“… …Why?”
That’s why…
I slowly turned my head.
“I don’t like it. And it’s annoying.”
“… … I don’t know much about government affairs, but there is quite a bit of money flowing in from here… … .”
“hey.”
It feels like the air is frozen.
Because of the mask, we couldn’t see Samit’s expression, but we could guess what kind of expression he was making.
I looked at Samit, who was frowning slightly.
“Does it look like I’m asking for something now?”
Tem-Samit’s mouth is shut tightly.
The same goes for the four masters next to him.
“If a kingdom believes in the idea that the strong have everything, then do as you please. Before I tear you all apart and kill you.”
I had no intention of hearing the answer.
I slowly got up from my seat.
At that moment, the host, who had been shouting, “500,000, don’t you have 500,000?” looked at me and smiled brightly.
“Hey! Customer number 1607! 500,000 gold, is that right?”
I turned my head.
A woman wearing a silver dress is seen next to the host.
Their ears were longer than those of humans, and they were tall.
Approximately 176cm tall.
Her eyes continued to tremble, and the mana restraints that bound her arms and legs were forcibly restraining her mana.
The area is about 6 circles.
A woman with the exact appearance that comes to mind when everyone thinks of elves.
While I was talking to Samit, it looks like the elf was up for sale.
But 500,000?
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Crazy guy.
“Ah! Customer number 402 shouted 550,000. Customer number 1607, you’re still standing up, are you going for 600,000? Ah! You’re going. Good. Okay, then 650,000. Do you have 650,000?”
I walked slowly.
Regardless of the weather, the auction house was very gloomy and chilly at the same time.
Wow, fantastic.
Laugh.
“Huh? Oh my, sir. You shouldn’t come up here so suddenly… … .”
That greasy voice of his.
I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and it really annoys me.
Even though he was wearing a mask, the dog fat that the mask couldn’t hide also played a part.
I stretched my arm out toward the bastard’s face.
Kwak-
“Uh… … Uh huh?”
The tone of the bewildered guy was also momentary.
Kwaaaaaaaah-!!
Let’s push hard.
Pitter-patter!
Kwajijik-!!
“Ugh… … Aaaah-!!”
A scream echoed throughout the auction house, and after about 3 seconds.
There was a bang, and my head exploded.
A corpse falls down with a thud.
The surroundings were so silent that the sound of “too-uk” could be heard very loudly.
I could tell without even looking.
Tem-Samit would have been surprised, as would the four Masters who were escorting him, and the countless others whose faces were hidden by masks.
Then, I heard all sorts of nonsense like, ‘Security!! What the!! What is that guy doing!!’ but I ignored it.
He slowly raised his hand and stimulated his soul.
Thump-!
Following the sinking feeling in my heart, the energy that spreads through my hands engulfs the surroundings.
And I sent my energy to each and every one of the thoughts that were shouting more intensely than my soul.
At the same time, I sent my thoughts.
Don’t you want revenge?
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Woohoo-!!
The entire space vibrated.
Thoughts speak to me.
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I want to do it, I want to be allowed to do it, I want help.
Thump-!
My heart is pounding.
I answered their ‘request’.
“Take revenge. With your own hands, yourselves.”
He opened his closed eyes and recited quietly.
“[Manufacture Ghost]”
10-circle black magic that manifests through the power of the soul.
An idea that no one but me and the Master could see slowly takes shape and reveals itself.
The ceiling, the basement, the platform, the chair, the entrance door, and the basement of this building.
A hallway located outside.
Slowly, a black shape emerged from those countless places.
They shout.
Aaaah …
The voice of screaming.
The immense resentment in that voice.
He just turned around.
Soldiers appeared out of nowhere and surrounded me, along with numerous masked mana users.
And the countless customers looking at me and Tem-Samit still sitting in his seat.
Everyone’s eyes were momentarily taken aback.
ghost.
The thoughts that emerged took on a physical form, each in the shape of a person.
A figure whose entire body is dyed black.
Some ideas were of a man’s appearance and were of great size, but were missing one arm and one leg.
Some of the thoughts were of a woman, with a thin body and a bulging pregnant belly.
In front of the ship, a thought in the shape of a baby was screaming.
Next to it, a thought in the form of a child was shedding black tears from its black face, and a thought in the form of an old man was also shedding tears.
Their bodies were anything but normal.
Man, woman, old, young.
You could tell how they were treated, how they lived, and what emotions they had just by looking at them.
“What is this… …?”
“… … Oh my god. What is this… … ?”
Someone said something later, but no one answered.
To be exact, I should say that it can’t be done.
The number of thought forms that I have caught my senses now is about 8400.
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They all look at me.
He gave a movable body to those who could not move, and he gave the ability to touch things to those who could not.
The screaming ideologies send me their thoughts.
Ask him to give orders.
Let me do what I want.
Looking at them, he gave a command with the power of his soul.
“[Avenge your grudge and attain Buddhahood.]”
That was the signal.
The 8400 ideological entities were scattered in all directions.
* * *
“Kuaaaah!!”
Crunch-!
Kwajik-!!
Kkwaduk-!
An eerie sound echoes all around.
Number 404, who was wearing a mask, had his limbs torn off and his head exploded.
Number 98 was having his head chewed off by an ideology.
The door opened late and the soldiers escorting them did the same.
The ideologies were strong, honest, and driven by a single purpose.
A mana user who has reached the 7th circle is being eaten by a young ideology.
When a mana user with 9 circles forcibly killed one ideology, dozens of ideologies surrounding it rushed to the mana user and bit off all of his limbs.
The ideology was strong.
That’s understandable, because most of their power is ‘my power’.
These are the ideologies created from the spirit energy that was released to the point of making one’s body sway with dizziness.
There may be individual differences, but it is natural for them to die, whether they are high-circle mana users or not.
Let me emphasize this once more: this is a different ideology from the ones created when the punitive force was annihilated.
At that time, I had put in very little of my strength, but not now.
I slowly raised my head, ignoring the screams and cutting sounds echoing from all directions.
Tem-Samit, still sitting in his seat, looks at me.
The same goes for the four masters around him.
At that moment, the Master, who had introduced himself as the Second Captain, raised his energy towards the ideologies flying around him.
The moment you draw your sword and swing it.
I flicked my fingers lightly.
Taak-!
The second captain, who was about to draw his sword at that clear sound, collapsed on the spot.
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I didn’t kill him. I just knocked him out.
“I told you, I’m not asking you to do anything.”
“… … .”
“I still remember what you said. What are you going to do with me? Are you going to kill me? That’s what you asked me.”
The guy who lost to me when I sparred with Tem-Samit after dinner definitely said that at the time.
I really liked the way he fought and how he approached the fight, but that wasn’t the end of it.
That word.
The nuance of those words clearly contained the intention to be considerate of others rather than oneself.
That was crucial.
Tem-Samit Ismael was never stupid.
Rather, he was smart.
A king who knows how to sacrifice himself.
He clearly realized that there was a difference between being stupid and being good at politics, so he put a guy called Panamero or something in the position of prime minister and left politics to him.
He accepted his wife as Panamero’s daughter, and probably, although he did not say anything, Samit knew that the three concubines had come in through Panamero’s hands.
Still, I just kept silent.
The act of not having children was evidence supporting what was said above.
So I liked it.
I really liked it, but I was very disappointed with the way the guy looked in the slave market here just now.
“The question of whether I will kill you was intended to prevent the consequences of your actions from reaching those under you, wasn’t it?”
“……right.”
In fact, Tem-Samit has been sitting in his seat the whole time.
The fact that the ideologies did not fly towards Samit and his surrounding masters suggests that they had nothing to do with the slave market.
That’s why it’s more problematic.
“What is your position?”
“… … It is the king.”
“Yes, the king. What should the king of a country do?”
“… … They are beings who protect their own citizens.”
A kid I know well is doing that.
“Then, was it possible that among those who were enslaved here, there was not a single Ishmaelite?”
That can’t be true.
At least a few hundred of the ideological entities that are still committing massacres everywhere have the characteristic bald head of the Ishmael nation.
“A kid who knows that confidently says that the king’s responsibility is to protect his people? Are you saying this to make me laugh?”
“… … .”
“If the responsibility of a king that you think you have is limited to those around you, then you are not fit to be a king.”
I’m not joking, I’m serious.
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100% pure sincerity.
“Being skilled in both literature and martial arts is something that is only possible in an ideal world, and it is not something that anyone can do.”
I am smart.
It was definitely true, even though it wasn’t the first or second time that he had gilded his face.
I am a genius.
But that is different from ruling a country.
I know the difference.
I am a warrior.
It is a monster that uses force first.
If I were asked to do politics, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do, but if there are people who can do it better than me, it’s better to leave it to them.
So I leave it to Aveiro and Rommel.
Ishmael must have been thinking the same thing.
Being the owner of red mana means that your way of thinking is beyond that of ordinary people.
But this is a slightly different story.
A monarch with strong power has a duty to properly indicate the direction of the country.
Obviously, it is the monarch, the king, who sets the direction, not the politicians.
“You are not a warrior, but a king of a country. If you had considered not only those around you but all of your people in your heart, you would be standing where I am now, not I.”
I turned my head away from Samit, who was deep in thought.
