Episode 275
“Last night.”
At that cold voice, all the nobles froze.
It may seem strange, but the large man sitting in front of them is the owner of red mana.
This is Tem-Samit Ishmael, known as the strongest warrior on the continent.
He stares at the Panamero with sunken eyes.
“The Queen said, ‘How about we make the Kingdom of Ishmael into the Empire of Ishmael?’”
“… … .”
“So what should I do? Look here, Prime Minister. Guess what?”
“… … I don’t know, Your Majesty.”
Samit said, as if to say, “Isn’t this a difficult question?”
“I kicked the queen out of her bedroom for the first time. As far as I know, she slept in your house. Do you know this story?”
“What kind of story are you talking about?”
“I felt empty in the empty seat next to me, so I called my concubines over, but they weren’t even baby parrots, and all three of them were saying the same thing.”
Samit slowly got up from his seat and went down the stairs.
One step, two steps.
Samit, who tapped Panamero on both shoulders with both hands, asked in a small voice.
“Do you know what happened to those three?”
“… … I don’t know.”
Panamero’s voice was trembling.
Did you kill him?
Did he kill her?
Then how did they kill him?
Samit sighed as if he could guess Panamero’s thoughts.
I thought we’d known each other for quite some time.
Panamero didn’t seem to know much about the kind of king he was serving.
Could it be that I misjudged the person?
I guess I have to tell you though.
“I just sent them out the same way. That’s the point of the story.”
Joomulreok- Joomulreok.
Samit, who had been massaging Panamero’s shoulders, stopped all movements at one point.
It’s a simple action, but it has a bigger impact than you might think.
Because it can instantly change the mood.
“Why is our Prime Minister suddenly doing something he never did before? Why is he going all the way to the Sky Mountains to give a shit about retired old people? Why?”
Kwaaak-!!
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Boom!
“Shut up!”
The thick grip instantly crushed Panamero’s shoulder as if it were crushing a corn stalk.
Still, all the nobles remained silent as they saw him enduring the pain as much as possible, thinking that he was a prime minister.
Because an atmosphere that cannot be described has been created.
“Are you trying to use the king you serve like a tool? Why is your expression like that? Are you in a lot of pain?”
It’s not that I asked because I didn’t know.
I asked even though I knew.
Because that’s how angry Samit was.
“Let’s execute Jack Valantier? Ha, that’s ridiculous. No, how on earth do you plan on capturing him?”
“… … .”
“Have you seen the recent changes in his body? It’s 8 circles. He created 8 circles while his physical age was only 14 to 15. Do you know what’s even more interesting about this?”
“You probably don’t know, there’s no way you could know,” Samit muttered, continuing to speak.
“Jack Valantier, when he was only 5 circles, he took down Beckerman so easily. I was taken down by him a while ago. I went all out, even got bloody and all, and he took me down.”
Samit let out a sigh and slowly relaxed his hands.
Then, with a thud, the Panamero falls over.
Although Panamero did not know it at the time, the plan he was planning to carry out by gathering the nobles was a self-destructive move that would lead the country down the path to ruin.
Samit is currently observing.
Because in this complicated situation, if I really let out my anger, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
Samit poured a vial of potion on Panamero’s head as he gasped for breath.
With these words.
“Duke Panamero, you are good at politics. Really good at it. But you have one flaw. When you have an unreasonable desire, your judgment tends to decline dramatically. Did you know this?”
Panamero couldn’t answer, but Samit could guess roughly from the look.
I didn’t know, it was there.
The only good thing is that I know now.
“As king of Ishmael, I command the nobles present here.”
There was no one to answer.
Because Samit did not allow me to answer.
With his momentum dominating the entire battlefield, who can open their mouths?
This was Samit’s will.
Just, the will to shut up and listen.
“There must be some of you who belonged to the organization called the Council, created by the Crown Prince of Tulkan. Don’t think I don’t know. I knew, and yet I just ignored it. I had a clear list of who was who, and yet I just ignored it. Why do you think that is?”
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“… … .”
“Simple, because you were no threat at all. In fact, you did not instigate civil war or anything like that under Tulkan’s orders. You simply provided ‘private’ support to Tulkan.”
Unlike other kingdoms’ committees that created civil wars and fomented strife in their respective countries, the Ishmael Committee did nothing.
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You could say they were a kind of neutral, but what they did was simply provide money for the immortal life, and that was the extent of their cooperation, so Samit left them alone.
Because I didn’t cross the line.
Samit turned around again and sat down on the throne.
Then he continued speaking slowly.
“I recently realized this after seeing a man. It is extremely irresponsible to just stand by and do nothing, and the flow of cause and effect can be changed with will.”
Samit slowly raised his hand.
“The Kingdom of Ishmael will abolish slavery. So, close down all the slave markets throughout the country. This is the first action you must take.”
“Your Majesty, that’s-!”
“There it is.”
Samit’s eyes were still sunken.
In fact, Samit is not stupid, and those here are not stupid either.
The Chancellor of the Panameros is the second most powerful person in the country and the head of the nobility.
What kind of people did he gather?
If you are one of those who follow Panamero, who was originally a member of the committee.
If you think about it very rationally, it is possible that they are all members of the committee.
Even Samit’s information power is quite excellent.
“I thought there were about fourteen of you, including you, the Rat Boy, and all fourteen of you are here now.”
Samit’s serious expression and mood.
Everyone was silent.
Because I realized everything.
Being a prime minister or anything, political power or anything like that is all useless.
The Kingdom of Ishmael is a nation held by the Red Master, Tem-Samit.
His will is the will of the nation.
Samit concluded.
“I will tell you the second action you must take.”
“……your majesty?”
“Commit suicide.”
All the nobles gaped in amazement.
“If you commit suicide, I will allow your children to inherit the title, so go quietly.”
“your majesty……!”
At that moment, the nobles were about to open their mouths, either to protest or to make excuses.
Samit stamped his feet lightly.
Kwaaaaang-!!
All the nobles knelt down on the spot as if they had made a promise.
“Shall I destroy the entire clan?”
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“… … .”
“I consider it an honor to be given the opportunity to leave behind even a trace of my bloodline. And the Panamero.”
“Yes… … Yes, Your Majesty.”
“I have one more order for you. Tell the old men of the Sky Mountains. If you’ve retired, stay quiet. I’ve provided you with food and even given you a talisman to pass the time, but you’re feeling a desire for honor now? Tell them to shut up and hunker down before I wipe out the Sky Mountains. This is my last order to you. Do you understand what I mean?”
“your majesty…….”
Samit stared blankly at the Panamero.
I hadn’t thought about it, but now that I think about it, it’s already been 18 years since I met him.
18 years.
It’s not a short time.
But he crossed the line.
This is what happens when Samit’s determination, which helped him in both material and spiritual ways and elevated him to the center of national power, backfires.
Samit added just one thing before they left for the battle.
“Don’t forget. Jim told me to go quietly.”
There was a lot of meaning in those words.
Don’t throw a tantrum.
Don’t climb up.
For a rat who tried to sell out his country, this is an honorable death, so don’t refuse it.
If you refuse, you will be subject to the law of Ishmael, and you will be forced to watch every moment of the torture of all your blood-related family members, and you will be the last to die.
All this meaning was contained in those last words.
Among the nobles, there were those who shed tears and those who gave up.
Among them, the Prime Minister of Panamero was no exception.
It was only yesterday that I was feeling good about receiving a birthday present, but it turned out that the present was death.
So vainly.
The ambitious plan to turn the kingdom of Ishmael into an empire went awry.
Ishmael, who was sitting on the throne, slowly raised his hand.
“Dun-siel.”
The captain of the 1st Guards, who had been stationed behind the giant pillars that were placed throughout Daejeon, steps forward.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Mobilize and monitor the entire Royal Guard, and then move at your own discretion.”
“Choo-wook-!!”
* * *
The meeting is over.
The announcement, disguised as a meeting, was over and Samit started walking.
His destination was one place: a restaurant.
Samit’s steps as he moved there were heavy.
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No matter how calm and determined I was, I was with this person for over ten years.
The reason Samit took care of those around him out of habit was because he was weak to affection.
Warrior or king.
Samit was standing in the middle and Samit was reacting very normally in that position.
He thought he was crazy, but he really wasn’t.
Samit arrived at the restaurant and opened the door.
And then I could only stare blankly at the sight before my eyes.
Restaurant terrace.
In that vast space, Jack Valantier and the man next to him, Valentine Milos, were looking at each other.
A very large full moon was looking down on the two of them in the sky.
That overall look.
‘Ugh… … .’
Although Samit was not particularly fond of art or artistic things, he couldn’t help but be amazed at this moment.
Because it was so beautiful.
In the restaurant where the meal was finished, the savory smell still lingered, as if shouting that this was the human world, and the two people basking in the moonlight on the terrace looked like the gods who created the human world, transcending everything, and the two of them looked like a beautiful masterpiece.
“… … .”
At that moment, Samit felt something hot rising in his chest.
Samit tried to fulfill his role as king as much as possible. But now.
At this very moment, I wanted to be a warrior.
A warrior who puts aside the responsibility of being king and belongs to someone else.
The two main characters of the famous painting slowly turn their heads towards Samit.
Among them, a man.
Jack Valantier.
He asks with a bright smile.
“Did you have a good trip?”
