Episode 276
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Should I say it’s been a while?
Even though the Master was clearly a Master when he was a doll, the Master in human form was a little different.
Things like the atmosphere, the voice, and of course, the appearance.
So the atmosphere when we are alone as dolls is different from the atmosphere when we are alone as humans.
[Truly, it is beautiful.]
The capital of Ishmael, seen from the terrace of the royal palace of Ishmael, was beautiful enough, just as the Master had said.
Not only the cityscape, but also the people’s sense of stability, laughter, and happiness were completely different from Tesla.
In fact, as is the case with a country with a strong monarch, if a strong monarch like Tem-Samitra stands firm above, the people below will naturally have a sense of security.
That’s how you laugh and become happy and stuff.
Politics is like doing business based on that sense of stability.
Although the business was taken over by the Duke of Panamero, strictly speaking, it was Tem-Samit, and he alone, who created such a stable nation.
“It’s beautiful, but I’m not sure how long it will last.”
[Because the wind of blood will blow soon?]
“Yes.”
I don’t know much about Samit.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t predict what will happen in the future.
Samit as a warrior.
Samit as a monarch.
The reason these two could coexist was because they had a common denominator, and that common denominator was symbolism.
To put it simply, it’s something like authority.
It would be nice to be a perfect monarch, but Samit is not that kind of monarch.
In fact, that couldn’t be true, because as I said before, Samit was a man closer to a warrior than a monarch.
Such a samith became a monarch and ceded power to whoever could gain maximum political advantage while respecting its symbolism as it was.
That’s Panamero, he was trying to make Samit his puppet.
If that had been done and actually happened, Samit would have turned into a bug, and the people would have lost trust in Samit and would have praised the nobles who controlled Samit.
King in name only.
In other words, the very foundation of the nation of Ishmael is collapsing.
That is a real civil war and civil war in a different sense.
To put it worse, it is a shortcut to self-destruction.
But now the Panamero Duke has crossed the line.
oh my god.
Trying to control the king of his own country and one of the few owners of red mana on the current continent by planting his own desires in him.
I’m so shocked I can’t even speak.
In a way, it’s almost admirable.
I think the liver is about ten times bigger than the average person.
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So what happens next is simple.
Blood wind.
Is there anything else besides that?
[Isn’t it true that in order to create something new, you also need to go through the process of destroying the existing one?]
“Like what I did at the Academy?”
[That could be considered a similar case.]
That’s not wrong.
What I did was to dig out the existing rotten roots, and kill and tear apart all the guys involved so that no noise would come out.
That’s why the Teslan Kingdom is quiet.
Because all those who would oppose are dead.
So how exactly does Samit plan to organize the Panamero?
As far as I know, the Duke of Panamero was a member of the committee created by the Crown Prince, and was the highest ranking man in the country of Ishmael.
In other words, Panamero has its own support base. Panamero himself is drawing a big picture, and the most important thing in that picture is to control Samit’s will, so it is highly likely that he brought all the supporters he has with him.
And most of its supporters would be nobles from the Ishmael Council.
As I was thinking that, the door opened.
I made eye contact with the teacher for a moment under the moonlight, then slowly turned my head.
Samit with a slightly dazed expression.
I asked him with a smile.
“Did you have a good trip?”
Samit nodded, his lips licking at the words that sounded like a greeting.
What is that reaction?
Did the conversation not go well?
He shrugged, placed both arms on the terrace railing, and turned his gaze back to the cityscape.
Samit approaches from behind me.
“I have a few questions.”
“What is it?”
“The nobles you killed in the Teslan Kingdom, they seem to be part of the ‘Teslan Council’, is that correct?”
He nodded while looking at the city.
“I see. I heard it from other people, but I wanted to hear it from your own mouth. Have you ever thought about giving them at least one chance?”
I burst out laughing.
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What’s wrong with him? Why are you suddenly becoming so sentimental?
It was a question that didn’t really need to be answered, but I just asked it anyway.
“Of course. Why give me a chance?”
“But I have also built up some things as a lord… … .”
“Samit.”
I slowly turned around, calling out to the guy.
“I think you’re mistaken about something.”
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“I?”
“Oh, you. Being a member of the committee is no different from abandoning your own country and going to Tulcan. What’s more interesting is that you didn’t change your nationality to the Tulcan you went to, but still remain in another country and enjoy power. This is the real deal.”
If you’ve decided to abandon it, it’s normal for you to run away with what you have or somehow get to that country.
However, not a single one of those who were on the committee remained in their original countries.
Even though he has already betrayed the people of his own territory, he still wants to gain everything he can from his position as a noble and a lord. Do you think that kind of person has a chance?
“I was momentarily surprised when I heard that the guy who left for a while came back and said such nonsense. You’re not serious, are you?”
“… … .”
Unfortunately, I guess he was sincere.
“Of course there are people who think like you. Wouldn’t it be right to give them a chance at least once? But why should we do that?”
“… … .”
“It’s because you have narrow vision. There are many talented people in each country. Nobles? Why are they nobles? They are people who have their own name in the territory they belong to. It’s like a kind of ‘local patriot.’ If you look for those local patriots, can you find more?”
It’s not for nothing that we integrated the empty lands and asked our sister, Aveiro, and a few others to manage them.
I never do anything without a reason.
The reason I did that was to find more local support.
Find out more about how many decent local retainers there are, and if you find one, appoint him as a noble to manage the fief.
I am confident that I am headed in the right direction.
I’m not sure about others, though.
anyway.
“Don’t get confused. The nobles are in a position to ‘manage’ and ‘sacrifice’ each territory, not fill their own stomachs. But a chance for those bastards who betray the residents of that territory and remain in that country, rotting it from the inside? That’s real bullshit.”
Samit, who had been staring at me silently, nodded.
“So that’s what it was.”
“what?”
“You value talent, regardless of whether they are young or old. When doing something, there must always be a reason and a purpose.”
Samit pauses for a moment and looks back and forth between me and our teacher.
Then he thinks deeply about something and becomes silent.
hmm.
I just waited because it seemed like he was going to say something pretty interesting.
Samit continues speaking, as if things have been sorted out.
“The reason for that, you see, was to replace the positions of those who were not qualified. You were lumping that together under the term ‘talent scouting.’ Is that correct?”
“That’s about right. Then what is the purpose?”
“Well, I don’t know about that because I’ve only been fighting. Are you going to tell me if I ask?”
“There’s nothing I can’t do. My goal is simple. I want the world to develop.”
Samit tilts his head.
“Development of the world?”
I think there are many people who haven’t even realized it because it’s been so natural up until now.
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The world 400 years ago and the world today.
What’s different?
I turned my head briefly and this time looked at my teacher.
“Master, you know what I’m trying to say.”
[hmm…….]
Take a small sip, that’s enough.
Actually, it is impossible for the teacher not to know what I am saying.
It is normal for a person who lived 400 years ago to experience extreme confusion when he or she experiences the world 400 years later.
No.
You have to experience it unconditionally.
We created a world only for humans who are good at using tools, and now, 400 years have passed since then.
The Master has become so familiar with the world today.
No one around me would have noticed.
The world today is no different from the world 400 years ago.
I’m not trying to say the same thing about slave markets and glory days.
Advances in technology, advances in architecture, advances in magic, advances in communications.
Further development of entertainment.
Nothing has gotten better.
There was only one time before when the Master said that the world had changed a lot.
When I first saw the ‘Adventurer’s Guild’ in the Kingdom of Teslan.
The Master was surprised when he saw an adventurer’s guild that claimed to act as an intermediary rather than a normal guild.
Certainly, the world has changed.
That was the first and last time.
Because everything we experienced after that was exactly the same as the world 400 years ago.
I looked at Samit.
“The architecture of Tulcan? The spires? The watchtowers? The walls? They were all there 400 years ago.”
“… … .”
“Mercenary? Slave? Noble? They’re all the same. Nothing has evolved.”
There is one reason.
Because the nobles and the kings above them were afraid.
Because change involves the process of breaking down the existing.
The tacit agreement of those in power who do not want to lose what they have.
The world did not progress because of that kind of thinking.
