Episode 291
One Red Master, or high-level Master, can easily take on five mid-level Masters.
In other words, originally, it was right for Samit’s side, which included one Red Master, to win, but I just got a glimpse into Samit’s inner world.
Having seen it and knowing the kind of guy he is, I could tell for sure which side would win this ‘war’.
therefore.
“The other side will win. To be exact, they will win without fighting.”
Dun-Ciel and Samit said nothing.
By the way, among the opposing commanders there will be one who knows exactly what kind of man Samit is.
A man who sacrifices himself for his country, a man who values his people so much that he would never do anything that would harm them if possible.
A man who does not want chaos to descend upon the country.
Samit is that kind of man.
If a civil war breaks out, Samit will likely step down from the throne.
And I will set these conditions.
Don’t do anything that would put the people in danger or anything like that. If you do, I’ll come back and kill all of you involved.
To this extent, it was a future that could have been predicted without even looking at it.
so.
“Who is it? Your commander.”
Samit answered as if he had guessed what my question was.
“My brother, Tem-Azuri.”
Huh.
Family was a problem here too.
“But what would change if he became king? He would have been pushed out of the king position because he was weaker than you.”
Samit chuckles.
“That guy pursues ‘aristocracy.’”
“Aristocracy?”
“A form of rule in which only nobles rule without the symbol of a king. A system in which the idea of the strong being superior is eliminated and the nobles elect representatives to decide the direction of the country.”
“That’s interesting.”
“He kept causing trouble down there. He was a useful resource as a mid-level master, but I sent him to the Sky Mountains seven years ago. But now he seems to have caught wind of it.”
I thought that was the end of it when he kept nagging me about making me king, but it turns out that wasn’t the case.
The nobles here also had their own factions and there must have been many who stood in opposition to each other.
So, that guy Panamero didn’t like this aristocracy, and didn’t want the shield to disappear?
I didn’t care.
We’ll all turn into corpses soon anyway, so what’s the point of worrying about it?
I turned around and leaned against the terrace railing like I always did.
This is just my opinion.
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“I’m more interested in something than that.”
“What is that?”
He said, looking at Samit.
“you.”
“… … You really have such strange tastes, even though you have such a beautiful woman by your side.”
“Other than that.”
I’ve already bored you with the past story, so I’ll skip it.
What I have to say now is this.
“The world I’m trying to create is a kind of gift.”
“gift?”
A small smile appeared on his lips.
“The world that someone 400 years ago wanted to create but couldn’t, the world that could have developed further but couldn’t, making that world bigger. That’s a gift.”
“… … .”
“No one can do it… … Such words have no meaning to a man who has the power to do anything. That’s the kind of man I am.”
I took my back off the railing.
“To make a better world, we need good people. Not scoundrels like me, but really good people.”
When I saw Samit, I was reminded of the Orc Chieftain, and the two definitely looked similar.
Good people… … No, they are both good men.
“King? You don’t have to step down. In my opinion, the only person who is best suited to be king in this country is you, Samit.”
“… … .”
“As for the evidence, the four masters guarding this castle stayed by your side even though they knew what kind of person you were. Good people tend to stay by your side.”
The last words were muttered softly, but Dun-Ciel and Samit’s ears perked up as if they heard them.
“I don’t really care about anything that isn’t my own. I don’t really care if there’s a civil war going on in Ishmael or whatever. But you know what?”
I raised my head and looked at Samit.
I am.
“I’ll do anything for my people, no matter how big or small it is.”
Slowly, he reached out his hand.
“Come with me.”
“… … .”
“Be my man. Tem-Samit Ismael.”
* * *
Tem-Samit closed his eyes quietly.
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Although he didn’t show it, as the situation showed, Samit’s self-esteem was now extremely low.
A situation where those who had suffered defeat after defeat, and who had given him the opportunity to commit suicide quietly because of their affection for him, asked someone else to become king.
This would have lowered the self-esteem of anyone other than Samit.
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It may sound funny to say this, but right now, Samit felt as if a small flower had bloomed in his complicated mind.
The strongest man in the world.
What more could you ask of a man who claims to have regressed on his own and shows countless proofs of it, a monster who ruled this entire continent in a time that never happened, to tell you that you, Samit, are the most suitable person for the position of king?
It was recognition, it was recompense.
It had more weight and meaning than any compliment I could ever receive in this world.
True recognition.
I turned my head briefly.
Dun-Ciel.
A man who was a childhood friend from the neighborhood and became my closest confidant over time.
He will follow whatever choice he makes.
Because that’s the kind of man he is.
and.
Three men were entering through the open door.
There were three masters guarding the castle.
They are not all like Dun-Ciel, but they are still talented people who have obtained similar results.
It was clear why those three came in here.
Jack Valantier, leaning against the railing.
Because I heard what he said.
Four masters take note.
Their will to follow whatever answer comes out.
Samit felt it.
If so, there is only one thing left.
Really, it’s about reflecting and deciding for yourself what the right choice is.
Samit slowly knelt down.
At the same time, the four masters walk behind Samit and kneel down as well.
Samit said.
“I will serve you.”
Then the four masters behind him also spoke.
“I will serve you.”
Jack got 5 masters that day.
* * *
Samit, who has become my subordinate, asks me.
“As you have heard, the situation in the Kingdom of Ishmael is not good. What are you going to do?”
I should say that I got goosebumps the moment I heard it.
“Just do what you usually do. Why are you being so polite all of a sudden?”
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“Is that okay?”
Only when you show him something that makes your skin crawl like it did to Thanos does Samit smile.
I should say that it was a very comfortable smile.
“What are you going to do now?”
Five masters, including Samit, look at my mouth with expectant eyes.
But. It seems like they still don’t know me well.
I don’t really like to think, but you seem to have high hopes for some kind of grand solution.
It’s simple.
“It’s just a story about people who are destined to die gathering together.”
“……huh?”
“Then what’s the big deal? Just kill those who ask you to kill them and that’s the end of it. See? It’s really nothing, right?”
“… … As you know, Ishmael’s spirit of self-respect… … .”
Sigh- I ended up laughing.
“The idea of the king making sacrifices and the people gaining stability is good. It’s definitely good, but it can’t last long.”
“… … .”
“How many kings like you will exist? In your generation, or the generation after that. Surely, this idea of the strong and the self-respecting will disappear in a short period of time. You know why, right?”
“Because there are many strong people in the world?”
“That’s right. There are many strong people in the world. If you exploit that weakness, Ishmael will fall in an instant. It’s almost a miracle that Ishmael has survived until now. Look at all these guys running wild right now.”
It’s not a laughing situation, but I laugh.
“When someone in a position like a king makes unconditional sacrifices, problems like this arise. In the end, everything requires interaction, but this kingdom is so abnormal in that regard.”
I didn’t design this situation or anything.
It’s amazing how things turn out this way.
“That’s why we need to change the water periodically, but they want to kill us. In a way, this is an opportunity.”
“… … I guess I can see it for myself.”
“what?”
To my question, Samit quietly shook his head.
Then he looked towards the door.
I swung my fist at them.
Boom-!!
There is a loud noise and the door bursts open.
Someone walked out of the place where the dust was rising, coughing.
“Cool, why are you resorting to violence when you can just talk about it?”
Angela Hell.
Seriously, there’s no place he doesn’t get involved in.
“Do you have a lot of free time?”
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“Knock knock knock, yes?”
“Are you free? You’re not a stalker, so why are you hanging around me like this? It’s annoying.”
Angela must have sensed that my expression wasn’t good, so she hurriedly spread out both her hands and said.
“I came this time because I had business to attend to.”
“What’s your business?”
“To be exact, there is one thing I would like to tell you.”
I’m a little curious.
“What is that?”
Angela glanced at Samit and said:
“I heard he was a mid-level master. Was he your younger brother? He went to see Beckerman.”
Samit’s eyebrows twitched.
“I overheard him say something like this. He asked Beckerman if he wanted to become the king of the Kingdom of Ishmael.”
* * *
Beckerman came to his senses and was surprised exactly twice.
The first reason I was surprised was because one arm was missing, and the second reason I was surprised was because some kind of heterogeneous ‘energy’ was completely enveloping and crushing the cross-section.
To be honest, I was surprised once again because I was used to this feeling, but I didn’t show it.
Because being surprised three times is boring.
But Beckerman ended up being surprised for the third time by what was unfolding before his eyes.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Please become the new king of Ishmael.”
Puhaha-!
Beckerman burst out laughing.
“You’re talking nonsense. Why me?”
Beckerman burst out laughing and ignored him, but the man in front of him was serious the whole time.
He says.
“Because you are the strongest prosecutor on the continent.”
Beckerman’s laughter stopped as if he had used a time slip spell.
“Are you doing this knowingly? Or are you doing it because you really don’t know?”
Beckerman raised his left arm and pointed to his right arm, which was hanging open.
“Can’t you see this arm?”
“… … .”
“If I am the strongest swordsman on the continent, then who on earth cut off this arm?”
“… … Jack Valanti, if you mean that ‘kid’, then unfortunately he is out by ‘our standards’.”
Beckerman found himself listening to the man’s words.
It’s really interesting to listen to.
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I haven’t lived that long, but this is a really interesting feeling.
This is some real bullshit.
