Episode 290
There was no need to go far away.
Because what was spread out around me was the kingdom of Ishmael.
That’s also the entrance to Wangseong.
The magnificent inner walls and the numerous buildings spread out within them.
I only came twice, but twice was enough.
I walked around here like it was my home and soon I saw a little boy standing on a huge parade ground.
I approached the kid and turned my head slightly to check his face.
hmm.
Samitne.
To be honest, I didn’t think this kid would be Samit.
Because I had so much hair.
No kidding, it was really abundant.
Why is this hair like that now?
It was at that moment that I was about to tap the guy on the shoulder.
Kookung-!
The entire virtual world shook at once.
‘Can a king who cannot protect his people really be called a king?’
Samit’s voice was right.
That’s a voice that’s undergone some transformation.
He seems to be around 17 or 18 years old.
‘If an ordinary person wears the title of king, should we call him a king? What on earth is a king?’
He just put his hand down.
The world of the unconscious is very similar to the world of imagination.
‘What is the difference between Ishmael and other nations?’
This is Samit’s firm belief that resonates throughout the world.
It is the idea that supports the existence of Tem-Samit Ishmael.
It might not be a bad idea to just watch for a bit.
‘The kings and nobles of other countries become kings and nobles simply because of their bloodline. But Ishmael placed restrictions on the king. Why is that?’
This time it sounded like the voice of a young man in his mid-twenties.
‘If the king is not strong, the people’s trust will disappear and the country will collapse. But.’
Ku-kung-
‘Is the idea of self-respect really right? The world calls it an idea for tyrants. If so, how could a country with such an idea survive for so long?’
Self-respect is a very attractive idea at face value.
Only the strong can become king, and especially in Ishmael, a king means the strongest.
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That is, honor and power. A position that has it all.
And this is a side note, this is the subconscious, so anything is possible.
As if the king’s castle was growing bigger and bigger right before my eyes, along with the gurgling sound.
‘The highest value pursued by the spirit of Ishmael is to prioritize the stability and happiness of the people.’
It was a man’s reflection, a meditation, a philosophy that was like a light illuminating the path of life.
Samit seemed to have realized this a long time ago.
‘The idea of self-respect is rather an idea that demands forced sacrifice from the king, a king who can sacrifice himself for the community called the nation and for the people, that is, a king is in a position to make sacrifices.’
Kwarrung-!
It was like lightning striking.
‘In the world of strong people, a strong person does not simply mean someone who is strong, but someone who is mentally prepared to make sacrifices and is also strong.’
The once huge castle gradually became smaller, and the other cities around it gradually became larger.
It’s possible because it’s an imaginary world, but it’s something that can never happen in reality.
Samit’s thoughts continued.
‘This is the reason why the Ishmael Kingdom, which had only a little over a hundred years of history, was able to rise so quickly. A nation created through the sacrifices of such kings. So, can I sacrifice like the previous kings?’
Kugu-kung-!!
Kookung-!!
The virtual world that had been beating as hard as a heartbeat slowly finds stability.
‘Can I devote my life, sacrifice myself, and lead my people to the right path? Can I become such a king? What is my capacity? What is my strength? How far can I grow? Am I worthy of becoming the king of this kingdom?’
Ishmael is called a barbaric nation that produces tyrants, but when you look inside, this nation neither produces tyrants nor is it barbaric.
Rather, it seems that others, not the king, were barbaric and cruel.
That is the king of Ishmael.
A person who has a sense of responsibility to protect the people and a spirit of self-sacrifice that allows him to sacrifice himself.
Only such a person can become a king and a guardian.
In Ishmael, the king is a sacrifice, a noble saint who sacrifices himself for his country and people.
People outside say it is a nation of warriors, a nation of barbarians, but the reality is different.
The position that is so sublime, the one who seems to have everything, but ends up sacrificing the most.
Tem-Samit pondered and worried about whether he could become such a king.
Slowly, the guy’s mental world begins to find stability.
In that world, the promise made to himself by a man named Tem-Samit in the past flowed out.
‘I am the king of Ishmael.’
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I turned my head.
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As soon as I saw young Samit, I let out a small sigh.
There was a reason why he had such a thick head of hair.
This guy has a face that’s been getting a lot of red hair, so he must have been stressed out, oh my.
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There is no reason to overthink things and drag things out unnecessarily.
This was enough.
He stretched out his right hand and rested his chin on Samit’s voluptuous head.
Then the guy slowly turns his head.
An alien entity in one’s dreams.
What would he think when he sees me like that, when I shouldn’t be there?
I didn’t care.
Let’s first come to our senses.
He raised his other hand, touched his thumb and middle finger together, and flicked it.
Taak-!
A clear sound echoed throughout the imaginary world.
My body and that of young Samit began to distort.
I slowly closed my eyes, and then slowly opened them again.
I was in Samit’s bedroom and my right hand was on Samit’s head.
The shiny hair on the head of the head wiggled slightly.
“Umm… … .”
I slowly opened my eyes like a real sleeping princess waking up.
Dun-Ciel, who had been guarding outside, opened his eyes wide and stared blankly in this direction.
The Master was sitting at Samit’s bedside.
[2 minutes, it took longer than I thought.]
He said this.
In fact, that’s the magic called dark side.
It’s about leaving your real body as it is and only sending your mind into the other person’s imaginary world. To summarize, 1 second in reality can be 5 seconds or 10 seconds in the imaginary world.
A 1:1 ratio is almost impossible.
Samit was in a coma, and it would be greedy to expect anything like reality in that state.
It felt like hours had passed inside, but it was only two minutes.
Not bad.
“I heard some pretty interesting sounds from inside.”
[Sounds funny?]
I turned my gaze towards Samit, who was slowly opening his eyes.
“He definitely seems like a decent guy.”
Did you even hear that?
Samit, who was staring blankly at me with his eyes open, spoke to me.
“… … It was a dog dream.”
Oh, really.
I’ve been feeling this way for a while now, but why are all the kids around me like this?
We are intellectuals.
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“When speaking, let’s make a clear distinction between subject and object.”
“… … I think I saw you in my dream, but I don’t think so. I’m confused. What on earth is true?”
I just took a step back.
What the heck.
“The King is a sacrificial offering… … Good. He certainly wasn’t a guy whose brain was made entirely of muscle.”
Samit laughed in vain, as if he couldn’t believe it.
“I even enter other people’s dreams… … Ha, I wish this was just a dream.”
Samit was no different than usual.
Then, Samit finds Dun-Ciel, and Dun-Ciel quickly approaches Samit and tells him what has happened recently.
Samit heard everything, including the nobles coming to him and asking him to become their king.
He slowly turned his head and looked at me.
I looked at the guy too, and I must say I was a little surprised.
I knew he’d be mad.
Or feel embarrassed.
But it’s neither, it’s like this.
“If you wish, I will abdicate.”
He didn’t show any reaction like being flustered, bewildered, or anything like that.
I tried to listen to the guy’s words with as little expression as possible, but I guess only my teacher and I could do that.
“……your majesty?”
Dun-Ciel, who took a few steps back, expressed all his feelings in that one word.
“I’ve already become a loser. I’ve been defeated by the same man not once, but twice. Not by a monster out of standard like you, but by someone I thought was worth a try, someone with similar strength to me. Do you think this country will be stable if I become king?”
Before I knew it, the teacher was on my shoulder, and I.
I crossed my arms secretly.
“The one who was called the strongest warrior on the continent was defeated… … and many people watched it happen… … This is obvious even without having to see or hear it.”
Samit turns his head and looks at Dun-Ciel.
“What’s the situation outside?”
“… … The masters of the Heavenly Mountains came down and made contact with the noble families in the prison.”
“contact?”
“They are gathering their troops and uniting them by saying that they cannot recognize Your Majesty as Your Majesty and that they must elect a new king.”
“What about the Royal Guard?”
“The captains are guarding the castle, but most of the other knights of the guard have deserted their posts.”
Samit bursts into laughter, as if in despair.
“I think it’s safe to say that a civil war is about to break out. What are the opposing forces?”
“First of all, it is clear that there are three intermediate ones, four lower ones, and a total of seven masters, but the rest is unclear. It could be at least several thousand, or even tens of thousands. Judging from the fact that they were prepared in a short period of time, it seems that they had been preparing in advance. And the nobles that Your Majesty had previously ordered to commit suicide are now in the underground prison.”
“Hmm. Why did you keep him alive?”
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“I thought we could use them to disperse the enemy forces.”
It is literally a situation where one has made a ‘random’ judgment.
That was when.
The small communication device that I carry in my pocket sparkles.
I pressed it and Aveiro’s face appeared, and he spoke.
The movements of the Ishmaelite nobles are not normal.
About 4,000 high-circle mana users are gathering in the capital, and among them, there are at least 100 9th circle mana users, and there are countless lower-circle mana users, and more are still gathering. This movement has nothing to do with the Panamero Duke, so he asks me what kind of trouble I caused.
There seemed to be some who moved without any communication ports, so I said that they seemed to be a strange force, and that they would use Blanc to teleport and support their troops. I smiled faintly and said this.
“It’s nothing, so don’t worry about it.”
At this point, Samit and Ciel, who had been listening, opened their eyes wide.
{Yes, I understand.}
Aveiro’s nonchalant reply makes me laugh once more.
“Just in case, tell Benedict. Ask him to take care of the Academy kids.”
{I will do so. Good luck, my lord.}
As the communication is cut off, Samit asks:
“… … The information power is amazing.”
It may seem that way, but I’m not sure.
I think not.
Because the communication device is not distributed to all nobles now.
Even if it is distributed, there are those who continue to use what they were using before, so in the case of the Teslan Kingdom, it may be different, but in the case of other kingdoms, the information that Aveiro and I can obtain is bound to be limited.
This will get better with time.
Because it’s still in the early stages.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden? But why are you stopping? Keep going. If the enemy’s forces are like that, what about your forces?”
“… … There are four of us, Your Majesty and me, the Royal Guard. That is, five Masters and the few remaining Royal Guard Knights. In numbers, there are a total of 32 people.”
So, what you’re saying is that the country is almost split in half and fighting.
Suddenly the scale got this big and it became burdensome.
Samit asked something different this time.
“What do you think?”
“what?”
“Which side do you think will win?”
