Episode 274
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Come to think of it.
“That part is interesting. Why Iskandar and I can’t get along.”
“……huh?”
That wasn’t the line Samit had said.
Heynckes Beckermann.
He once asked me this:
That’s exactly what I asked.
‘Why do you want to be friends with His Majesty?’
That was like saying that Beckerman didn’t know ‘in detail’ about the human being called Iskandar.
Anyone who really knew Iskandar would never have said something like that.
“Iskandar, you know, doesn’t really like mana users.”
“……what?”
This may sound like a contradiction.
But it’s true.
“Duke Hell, the one who first volunteered for the Half-Blood experiment and the one who is very loyal to Iskandar. The exact time is not clear, but about 10 months from now? Or maybe 11 months. He will die around then.”
“If it was Duke Hell, didn’t he come here with Beckerman? He’s wearing a cloak over his head and everything is hidden, so I can’t tell for sure, but he doesn’t look like he’s in pain or anything.”
This is really rude.
“If that’s the real Duke Hell, then yes. What you saw was Angela Hell, Duke Hell’s younger sister. She was quite pretty when she took off her hood.”
“… … Isn’t Angela Hell a close associate of Emperor Philippo Tulcan? A ‘mid-level master’ with outstanding magical talent, but when I saw her, that hood clearly had the aura of a ‘senior master’?”
Playing two roles is not easy.
Moreover, when acting as someone else, it is almost impossible to act if the target is none other than the Red Master.
You can hide your physical appearance, but you can’t hide your energy.
But it is possible if it is the same red master.
That’s why Angela Hell could play two roles.
Angela Hell is clearly the Red Master.
The fact that even the Samit in front of him doesn’t know that is just emphasizing an unremarkable fact.
The power of Tulcan.
Complete information control.
This is the power of a true great nation.
“Anyway, the real Duke Hell is currently hiding in the imperial basement.”
“… … Hide? Why?”
It is likely that the word ‘necessary’ will come up.
Because Samit doesn’t know.
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“Her mana circle is completely broken. She’s almost like a living chimera right now, and this is an extension of what I said before.”
Samit listened to my story with a serious expression.
“Why would they conduct an experiment on Duke Hell, the Red Master? That too with a higher probability of failure.”
“… … I don’t know.”
Samit’s words contained the question of whether this was proof that Iskandar did not like mana users.
“Let me put it simply. Iskandar wants to unite the continent. Now, let’s think about it. If you unite the continent, everything will be under your control. Who would be the most upset?”
Samit answered without hesitation.
“You must be a mana user.”
Samit had previously expressed doubts about the power of the future Iskandar.
How could he command the Half-Bloods?
How could Half-Blood not be greedy during this transitional period?
It’s simple.
“Until recently, Iskandar already thought this entire continent was his. He was the Red Master himself, and he had the strongest swordsman, Beckerman, and countless others under him. But then this interesting topic of dragon experiments arose. Now, think about it.”
He looked into Samit’s eyes and asked.
“Would Iskandar really need more than two Red Masters under his command to unite the continent?”
“… … .”
“More is worse than less. To be clear, it’s not necessary. In a situation where you are the Red Master yourself and there are countless ‘Masters’ you can call upon, Duke Hell? It’s not necessary. You know that.”
“You know?”
“Because back then, there was no such thing as ‘me.’ I’m sorry to say this to you and the others, but if I hadn’t existed, you would all have died within two years. Every single one of you.”
Oh, I forgot to mention that.
“Let’s be clear. The reason you’re dying isn’t because you’re an obstacle to Iskandar’s unification of the continent. It’s simply because you’re ‘mana users.’ You’re dying because you’re mana users. Do you see the difference?”
“… … .”
I guess he understood because he nodded silently.
Surely all this is true.
Iskandar is already in a position to dominate this continent.
If I had not existed, this continent would have fallen into the hands of a single individual so easily.
This is not to overrate Iskandar, but to assess him as he really is.
“Anyway, that’s why I put Duke Hell into the Half-Blood experiment. He doesn’t need to be there, and he’s going to have to be killed anyway. To put it simply, he was just used.”
Samit still had a puzzled expression on his face.
“Iskandar intentionally left the Forest of Demons unattended in his previous life. Do you know why?”
“……well.”
I ended up laughing faintly.
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“Just by looking at your expression, it seems like you know the answer, but you talk as if you don’t.”
I poured milk into a glass and drank it.
“To drain the mana users, and to kill the greedy half-bloods there. I could gain political justification, kill the rebels, and boil the hunting dogs. It was like killing three birds with one stone. That’s when I showed up.”
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He put down his glass and leaned back in his chair.
“At first, I didn’t know. Why did the Half-Bloods come one by one, why didn’t they mobilize their army? After experiencing it two or three times, I understood. Iskandar was trying to use me to drain his country’s mana users as much as possible. That made me mad, so I fired dozens of hellfire rounds at the imperial palace. That’s when my real war began. And I won.”
I burst out laughing.
This is why they cannot coexist.
“A crazy guy who wants to kill all mana users and become a ‘god’ all by himself if it’s necessary for his rule can coexist with me, who values talent and tries to save them if possible? That doesn’t make sense.”
“… … .”
[… … .]
“Just like that.”
He tapped the glass in front of him with his finger.
“Is this milk? I feel strangely intoxicated.”
Judging by the taste, it was definitely milk.
I guess it’s just the atmosphere.
But, looking at the situation, it’s strange that the mood isn’t changing.
Because… … Ah, I really didn’t want to say that.
I’m playing with Iskandar right now.
Beckerman doesn’t know, and the guys around him don’t know much about Iskandar.
They only know him as a monster with ambitions to unify the continent.
And if Beckerman and the others realize that they are not comrades in that dream, but are merely tools of Iskandar.
Even if you notice that Iskandar is trying to kill as many mana users as possible.
Things are about to get really interesting.
Suddenly I opened my hand.
Iskandar was dancing with a rope tied to his hand.
I’m really curious.
“When will you notice?”
A puppet doesn’t know it’s a puppet until its strings are cut.
When the people around you leave one by one and the foundation that supports the surroundings collapses.
I wonder how he will react.
I miss you so much I’m going crazy.
Chapter 2
Samit sitting on the throne.
His expression was dark.
Actually, it was natural for it to be dark.
Because the stories I heard from Jack were lingering in my mind.
My head was so complicated that I said I was going to go somewhere and left the restaurant for a while.
After that, he headed to the royal palace and sat on the throne.
He suddenly raised his head and said as if he had forgotten.
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“I guess I kept you waiting a little too long.”
There was no apology in the tone, much less an apology.
“Let me tell you something.”
Samit, who had left those words behind, closed his eyes.
The Duke of Panamero is saying something, and the nobles are interfering.
In that situation, Samit thought.
How comfortable it would be if everything in the world went as planned.
Although he was born into a royal family and became king through his superior talents, he always thought.
Politics is tiring.
Although he had no intention of becoming king, Samit was genuinely tired of politics.
And now, beyond just being tired, I was getting irritated.
He raised his hand and stopped the nobles from talking.
“So, to summarize it roughly.”
As he speaks, Samit slowly opens his eyes to take in dozens of nobles lined up in front of him.
“Jack Valantier has insulted me, and as punishment I must capture and execute him? The honor of the kingdom has been tarnished, and that tarnished honor must be restored?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Samit stared blankly at the Prime Minister, Panamero, the representative.
As I said before, Samit was tired of politics.
So I left politics to someone who was good at it.
Samit, who was of royal blood, learned responsibility from a young age and developed an eye for talent.
The four Masters of the Guard were also products of their eyes and childhood education, and in a broad sense, the Panamero also fell into that category.
Panamero, who is good at politics.
Samit decided to give him a firm push and even married his daughter.
To be exact, he made his daughter queen.
Samit even appointed Panamero as prime minister, making him the de facto second-in-command of the country, showing his high regard for Panamero’s abilities.
The results were also satisfactory.
In fact, Ishmael’s national power increased, his wealth increased, and his storehouses became plentiful.
But now.
What do you want to do?
“Would you like to go on vacation?”
“……yes?”
Panamero, who had been absentmindedly asking questions, quickly shook his head and corrected himself.
“Oh, it’s okay, Your Majesty. Thank you for your concern.”
But it’s okay.
“I’m saying this because you don’t look okay at all, but you’re saying you’re okay? So were you saying everything you just said in your right mind?”
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“… … Yes, that’s right.”
Samit eventually burst into laughter.
Oh my gosh.
Then, as if he really didn’t know, as if he had been completely fooled, he slammed the throne with both of his huge arms.
“I didn’t know that. I didn’t know our prime minister was such an interesting person. Hahaha.”
As Samit continued to laugh, eventually several nobles joined in the laughter.
Although it was a formal laugh, laughter quickly spread throughout the royal palace, and there were only about two people who did not laugh.
Panamero and his entourage Toronto.
When 10 seconds had passed like that.
Suddenly, as if it were a lie, Samit’s laughter stops.
