Episode 292
“What did you say your name was?”
“This is Tem-Azuri.”
“Tem-Azuri… … I heard that Samit had a talented younger brother, but this is the first time I’ve seen him in person.”
Tem-Azuri was a man with a strong and sturdy appearance.
He had a thick beard and a lot of hair.
An appearance that resembles Samit, but is not like him.
As mentioned earlier, Beckerman saw this Azzuri for the first time at this location.
Tem-Ajuri, who was a mid-level master and had outstanding talent, was exiled to a place called the Sky Mountains several years ago.
Still, Beckerman remembers his name.
Why would I remember you when we don’t even know each other’s faces?
That’s because of what Tem-Azuri did in the past.
“I think there was a time when the Ishmael Kingdom, which touts itself as a strong nation, tried to abolish the monarchy and establish an aristocracy. Is that right?”
“That was in the past.”
I ended up laughing hysterically.
“Does that make sense? It’s like I haven’t given up.”
“That’s right. I didn’t give up.”
Beckerman bursts out laughing again.
“Please make me king.”
Beckerman wasn’t stupid.
Beckerman was a man of extraordinary intelligence, to the point that Iskandar entrusted him with full authority.
That’s why I was able to understand the true meaning of this item in front of me – Azuri.
“Why are you beating around the bush? Get straight to the point.”
“If you say it’s straightforward?”
“I think you are saying, ‘Accept the Kingdom of Ishmael under the command of the Tulcan Empire.’ Isn’t that what you are saying?”
“……you’re right.”
“I will use my fame to abolish the monarchy and establish a new system called aristocracy, so that I can become a perfect ‘vassal state’ of the Tulcan Empire. What a long talk.”
A similar smile appeared on Tem-Azuri’s lips.
“That’s true too.”
Beckerman looked at Tem-Azuri with a strange look as she answered confidently.
Come to think of it.
“What day is it today?”
“It’s November 18th.”
“I see.”
Beckerman took a sip of the drink placed before him.
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“Looking at you, I don’t think you’ll live long.”
Beckerman, who slowly stood up from his seat, was speaking with his expression as well.
I want to wash my ears.
“It may be late, but since you are a ‘master’ in your own right, I will give you one piece of advice. A king is not chosen by anyone.”
“… … .”
“A king is someone who exists on his own and has the power to rule over all people. The more I think about it, the funnier it gets. That guy named Jack failed the ‘standard’? Huh, I thought he was joking, but judging by his expression, he was serious. You.”
Beckerman placed a hand on Azuri’s shoulder.
“You’re so arrogant. I actually want to learn from you. Where on earth do you get such guts?”
“… … You are so timid, unlike the strongest swordsman on the continent.”
Beckerman wasn’t angry.
How to get angry in this situation.
Laughter, truly uncontrollable laughter, bursts out.
“Wow, Tem-Azuri. You were truly a remarkable man. I thought Samit was a very good man and a very good ruler, and seeing you confirms my thoughts.”
Azuri, whose horse was full of thorns, slowly reached out and pushed Beckerman’s hand away.
But Beckerman couldn’t shut his mouth.
“You’ve been hanging out with retired masters in the Sky Mountains, right? That’s why your vision seems narrow, but give it a try.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t care about becoming a vassal of Tulkan, making you a king, or abolishing the monarchy and establishing an aristocracy. Do you think a country founded by people like you is a proper country? Do you think you’ll be a proper king just because you’re their leader? And abolishing the monarchy? What does that mean to me?”
“Why are you only thinking of yourself? If it weren’t for you, if it were Iskandar, in this situation… … .”
When Beckerman hit the table, Azuri stopped talking.
It was a simple movement.
It was such a simple movement, but Azuri felt it.
The immense killing power contained in that small movement.
As Azuri swallowed hard, his throat shook violently.
Beckerman told him.
“Do you know why I picked on Samit?”
“… … .”
“I don’t know. I’m stupid. I thought I had to kill Samit on the spot. Even if I couldn’t kill him, I thought I had to give Samit a ‘defeat’. Why do you think that is?”
“… … .”
“I wanted to instigate internal strife. For ‘us’, the worst thing that could happen was for the nation of Ishmael to fall into ‘his’ hands. At the very least, I thought I had to weaken Ishmael’s national power before it fell into his hands. I was prepared to lose my life for that. But luckily, really luckily, I only lost an arm in exchange for causing internal strife in the nation. Do you have that kind of resolve?”
Azuri couldn’t answer.
Just looking at Beckerman’s bare arm with a sidelong glance.
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A small smile appears on Beckerman’s lips.
“You seem to know exactly what kind of man Samit is, but you’re setting your odds too high. What do you have to lose? I think I know, but you don’t.”
That was the end.
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Beckerman drank all the remaining alcohol and walked away.
Tem-Azuri stares silently at Beckerman’s back as he slowly disappears.
5 seconds, 10 seconds.
When Beckerman was out of sight, Tem-Azuri muttered in a small voice.
“You cowardly little bastard.”
Fortunately, Beckerman didn’t seem to hear.
* * *
“so?”
“yes?”
“Why are you coming here to talk about something like that?”
Angela was smiling that signature, excited smile I’d seen her use before.
“That’s right, I want to do it.”
As I frowned slightly, Angela started holding her stomach and laughing out loud.
Why are you suddenly laughing like that?
I feel like I’m looking at a crazy woman with a sunflower in her hair.
“Did you take your medicine?”
“Hehe, no.”
“But why are you laughing? You look so disgusting.”
“It’s just funny. Seriously, the more I look at it, the less I understand it.”
Angela comes closer and looks me over the body.
“What the hell are you?”
He sighed and leaned back against the railing again.
“What on earth are you doing playing with the Red Masters at your age?”
Angela’s expression was serious, as if the smile she had been wearing until just now was a mask.
It was really, really serious.
Look at those hot eyes. It looks like flames are bursting out of them.
“Beckerman lost an arm ‘again.’ But it seems to be different than before. It seems like they can’t regenerate it at all.”
“so?”
“I just wanted to exchange information and stuff, so if it’s okay, could you tell me who you are and what kind of person you are?”
Ahem.
It won’t be difficult.
“I am a regressor.”
“… … Don’t joke around. I have a lot of information that you want to know too.”
Angela felt it was a joke, and the rest of the Masters, including Samit, opened their eyes wide.
Are you saying that so easily?
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Isn’t this guy really crazy? That’s what he looks like.
What’s new?
Oh, but are you kidding me?
“This is no joke.”
“Okay, good. I’ll start with myself. My Majesty Philip, whom I serve, suffers from a chronic illness. It’s called vascular fibrosis, and it’s a type of hereditary disease.”
I knew it, but I just let them talk.
“It’s a phenomenon that only appears in Tulkan’s bloodline, and no one knows whether it happens over one or two generations. It’s confidential, but among Tulkan’s princes, there are a total of seven who have died from this blood fibrosis. Including His Majesty Philip, it will soon be eight.”
Fibrosis.
It literally refers to a phenomenon in which blood vessels harden like fibers.
The blood vessel mentioned here, in context, means a blood vessel through which blood flows, but strictly speaking, it was not that blood vessel.
The blood vessels are also the passages through which mana users’ mana moves within their bodies.
Fibrosis is a disease in which a mana user’s mana cannot pass through the blood vessels.
To be precise, it refers to a symptom in which the blood vessels completely lose their function as passages for mana, and those who suffer from blood vessel fibrosis say this.
My blood vessels felt like they had turned into fibers.
So it’s vascular fibrosis.
A symptom that only appears in those with exceptional talent among the Tulcan bloodline.
A curse from God that only appears to those with irregular-level talent, like Iskandar, who are at the peak of their mana user.
Interestingly, few people know this word.
Ordinary people? I guarantee you there won’t be a single one.
That phenomenon only appears in the Tulcan bloodline.
And that too only to a very small number of people.
So, it was a disease that only the highest level of Tulcan, and especially the truly high level, knew about, so it could be said to be a secret among secrets.
“Sometimes I think. I wish Iskandar had fibrosis. It’s said that symptoms usually appear when you’re in your 30s or 40s, but since he hasn’t shown up yet… … Unfortunately, it seems that Iskandar avoided fibrosis.”
And I have never seen that disease myself.
More than that, this woman is suddenly spreading information.
What are you planning?
“Now that I’ve told you this much, tell me. Who are you? Are you even human? By any chance?”
“if?”
“I know it’s a bit weird to ask this myself, but are you a dragon? A body that can hold that much strength at such a young age is beyond human understanding. And you’re even hostile to the crown prince. He’s the crown prince who runs the dragon laboratory, so there’s more than enough reasons. A dragon, right?”
Well, I don’t want to say this either.
I guess I don’t look like a real human being.
How many times have I heard someone say, “Are you a dragon?”
Three or four times.
At this point the playfulness wore off.
“That’s right. You got it right. I’m actually a dragon. An agent dragon that went extinct in the past and isn’t even recorded. I lived for thousands of years.”
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“… … As expected. You weren’t human.”
Angela Hell.
He’s a more interesting guy than I thought.
Do you believe that?
“Did you polymorph? But for a polymorph, there’s no mana leaking out at all… … Oh, that makes sense. You’re playing with the Red Master, so it would be nonsense if the Red Master noticed that. Wow.”
I turned my head and looked at Samit.
How long do I have to do this comedy?
Samit, who read my mind from my eyes, steps forward.
“You should go now. I don’t know how much you overheard, but judging by the atmosphere, things are a bit serious here.”
Angela.
Her expression became serious this time.
“Just one word. Just one word.”
“Try it.”
“… …Can you treat vascular fibrosis?”
If you look at the flow of the story, it’s like this.
“Cure Philip’s chronic illness?”
“yes.”
“Why me?”
Angela just kept her mouth shut.
But that was only for a moment.
“If His Majesty Philip is fully recovered, we can get rid of the Crown Prince and all of his associates. Or we can give strength to the moderates and make things difficult for the Crown Prince.”
He shook his head.
Tsk tsk.
He still doesn’t know about Iskandar.
And you don’t know about me either.
“I’m going to wipe out everyone who uses the name Tulkan from the world, and you want me to save him? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”
“… … .”
and.
“You were joking when you said dragon.”
“yes?”
“Just kidding.”
“… … .”
He stepped away from the railing and approached Angela.
“By the way, I really hate saying things twice. But since you’re trying, I’ll say it once more.”
