Episode 295
Now there was no one here who did not understand what I was trying to say.
The man wearing the symbol of Canaan Academy, a crossed staff and longsword, on his chest said.
“Are you saying we should elect a representative?”
“That’s right. As expected from a person in charge, you’re smart too.”
Once the direction of the story was set, everyone fell silent.
I had to think about it.
I could tell what he was thinking without even looking inside.
“What are the criteria for selecting a representative? What are the criteria for deciding who will be the head? I think that’s what you’re thinking. Isn’t it simple?”
I leaned back in my chair slowly.
“A monster that can devour an entire kingdom when one kingdom starts acting strangely. That’s it, in simple terms.”
He tapped the table with his index finger.
“Strength, just strength.”
I didn’t try to lift my spirits or create any mood.
This is just a natural momentum.
A complete abandonment of many of the childish behaviors that had previously occurred.
This is the aura I had back then, when I was called the Ghost of the Sword, the Emperor of Mana, the strongest swordsman of all time, and the strongest mana user of all time.
“The tremendous power that Tulkan possesses.”
Beckerman flinched.
“The mighty warrior force of hundreds of thousands that Ishmael possessed.”
Samit flinched.
“The Canaanite Shield Unit, which is said to have the strongest shield that cannot be pierced by anything.”
The leaders of Canaan trembled.
“From the powerful naval force of Cradle, which boasts dozens of large ships, to Matthias, who has a longsword force comprised of hundreds of high-circle mana users. It’s funny when you think about it.”
I’m not joking, I’m serious.
“Personally, this is the first thing that comes to mind when I see people who can’t tell the difference between fake power and real power.”
I took a sip of the black tea placed in front of me.
“Those who pretend to have power by using clever words, actions, or other political acts to deceive others, and those who are fooled by them. I wonder which side is wrong.”
I didn’t ask because I necessarily wanted to hear the answer.
“Everyone. Let me tell you something good. The real power in this world.”
The moment the black tea is placed on the table.
Kuung-!
The scenery around the conference room changed with a strange loud noise.
A barren plain with nothing there.
Beckerman’s eyes widened, so did Samit, and so did everyone else.
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Among them was the teacher.
“Tele… … port?”
“Mass teleportation… …?”
“There was no movement of mana?”
Each of them muttered something, but it wasn’t just one person.
[……oh my god.]
Our teacher seemed to know what this phenomenon was.
Then, as if they had made a promise, everyone jumped up from their seats.
“What… … What is that!”
“Oh my god… … .”
“Whew-!”
Our teacher, not caring about the reactions of those around him, looked at me and continued speaking slowly.
[This is a world of imagination. I forcibly transferred the imaginations of everyone present to your world. Is this possible without prior action?]
As the Master said, this was not some kind of magic.
I guess you could say it’s an upgraded version of the Dark Side magic I used to delve into Samit’s mind a while ago.
A technique different from magic that uses the power of the soul.
Yeah, it’s just a technique.
The art of transferring another person’s mind into my own image.
To be exact, where I was in the past.
What I did.
A world that supports everything that made the existence of a country an object of fear.
It was a barren plain, but it was never barren.
It looked contradictorily barren, with blood and corpses clinging to it, maggots swarming around it, and corpses surrounding everything.
The man who was vomiting couldn’t stop.
Even those who sought God could not stop muttering.
There were humans, there were orcs, there were harpies, there were elves, and among them there were dragons.
A mountain of corpses.
Blood flowed like a river, corpses were crawling with insects, and the smell of blood filled the air, making the entire space seem to rot.
Everyone looks at me as if they are scared.
“I’ll finish what I was saying. True strength is being able to stand on these things, and standing on them. That’s true strength.”
Let’s tap the table again with our index finger.
Kuung-
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The surrounding area was transformed into the Ishmaelite royal palace again.
Everyone looks at me with a puzzled expression.
What did I just see?
No, just what the heck is that guy?
That thought is written on his face.
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I ended up laughing faintly.
“Have you ever been threatened?”
“……yes?”
“… …Suddenly?”
“Why did I call you all together? Why did I call only those in charge who have the most say? I called you to threaten you.”
No one tried to kick the seat or get angry.
As I said before, this is real power.
Real power, not the fake power that comes out of your mouth.
“As soon as this meeting is over, you are to give this order to your instructors: Immediately, take the children on a tour of the major landmarks of the Kingdom of Ishmael, excluding the capital. And you are to remain in the capital, or rather, here.”
All of the people in charge were nobles, without exception.
There were barons, counts, viscounts, and even marquises, and they were enough.
“Watch with your own two eyes what happens tonight and tell the kings of each kingdom. And tell them this too.”
He dipped his index finger into the black tea and slowly turned it clockwise.
“On December 15th, we will hold a summit to welcome the representatives of the coalition, so please attend.”
A gulping sound was heard from somewhere.
The cradle’s furry.
The man who had tackled me before about Charlotte’s business asked in a trembling voice.
“If you are welcoming the representative of the union… … . Could that representative be.”
I’m sure you didn’t ask without knowing.
Still, I have to give you a definitive answer.
These are people who will become disposable messengers.
“Yes, I will. And this is a side note, but what if the king who is supposed to attend the meeting doesn’t attend in person and instead sends a proxy or something stupid like that?”
He raised his index finger.
I just soaked it in black tea, but my index finger turned red as blood.
“On that day, the king of that country will change.”
With large-scale purges.
* * *
That night came.
It’s a new beginning, but I’m 14 years old. I’m Jack Valantier.
He’s not that bad of a guy.
No matter how crazy you go, you have to protect what you have to protect.
The official period of stay of the ‘Academy Delegation’ that originally came to Ishmael is until December 1st.
After finishing the Academy War, we will spend about 10 days learning about the country of Ishmael and viewing cultural assets, a sort of ‘field study’.
You have to make sure you keep that.
So I sent all the kids away.
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Of course, our children were no exception.
So now, there were a total of 45 people in the huge smokehouse of the Ishmael Royal Palace.
The heads of each national academy stand back from a distance with expressions of obvious nervousness, while the Royal Guards stand by fully armed.
At the very front were me and the Master and Samit sitting on my shoulders.
“Your Majesty, may I install it here?”
The one who spoke like that was Dun-Siel, a man and loyal subject of Samit.
He had about four crystal balls sitting on a fairly large pedestal.
“Not there, but a little further to the side. The entire training ground should be visible.”
“… … Yes, I will correct it.”
Some of the knights of the guard were still blinking with expressions of disbelief, perhaps because it was their first time seeing a mid-level master working.
I just didn’t care.
[I put the magic of recording into a crystal ball… … I’m starting to get used to it now.]
“What is it?”
[What could it be?]
He shrugged.
When was it?
When I was at the academy, there were a few punks who harassed the academy students.
I thought about the picture album he treasured, as I watched him tear it up in front of her.
Couldn’t I completely ‘copy’ these landscapes and objects that I see with my own eyes?
Rather than using a brush to draw portraits or landscapes, wouldn’t it be possible to use mana to draw more clearly and vividly?
I just thought that, but as I’ve said countless times, I’m a genius.
I found the answer and went further from there.
Should I say I created magic?
Recording magic.
And the ‘Green Communication Orb’ was created by engraving that magic into a crystal ball like a communication orb.
And the reason for installing it there is simple.
To save everything that happens from now on for the heads of this academy.
To be exact, so that I don’t have to do things twice.
If similar things keep happening and repeating, how mentally exhausting would that be?
It was while I was arguing with my teacher like that.
“You’re here.”
[You came.]
Me, the Master, and everyone else turned their heads at the same time.
There were countless people entering the training ground.
That number seems to be at least 10,000.
[Come to think of it, this training ground is definitely big.]
It’s not just a big level.
In my experience traveling across the continent, the size of the training grounds of the Ishmael royal palace were clearly larger than those of Tulcan.
“In the early days of the nation’s founding, the king of that time considered this royal palace to be the heart of the nation.”
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“heart?”
“The palace is the last bastion, and we need to train countless people here, so build the largest training ground possible where they can train and practice.”
“hmm.”
“As the heart of a nation, it is necessary to be able to send blood to other places, so we have been continuously maintaining the training grounds. Those raised here are sent to each territory, where they are responsible for public security and contribute to the stability of the territory. That is roughly the background.”
By the time I heard the simple history contained in Samit’s training camp.
“It’s been a while, brother. And.”
Tem-Azuri is in just the right range.
In that area, there were about 10,000 Mana users standing behind Azuri.
Kiya. This is art.
One decent piece of work will come out.
“You are him.”
I think he’s talking about me because his gaze is turned towards me.
Ahem.
You said you were stuck in the mountains, but you know what you’re looking for.
“Valentine Milos, you are a great hero of the past. It is an honor to meet you.”
I ended up laughing awkwardly.
It wasn’t me.
[Glory… … Glory, the word glory that I know, it seems like you use it a little differently.]
“Is that so?”
[You say it’s an honor, not having any idea what kind of person I am. If you knew me even a little, you would have run away before you could even say the word honor.]
Tem-Azuri frowns.
Before I felt bad, I was very embarrassed.
I, too, was embarrassed as I listened.
“I guess you don’t like me. It must have been our first time meeting.”
The teacher shakes his head.
[There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who want to develop the world and those who want to regress the world. The common denominator between the two is that they try many things and experience trial and error.]
He pauses for a moment and then looks at me.
[My disciple is the former, and you are the latter. In the former case, even if the process is wrong, it can bring ‘benefit’ to many people. However, in the latter case, you are the latter.]
It seems like our teacher has a lot to say.
I waited quietly with my arms folded.
This has rarely happened before, so it feels a bit new.
[No matter what process he goes through, he ends up becoming a tyrant who ruins the world.]
“… … .”
[Ishmael’s monarchy is clearly problematic. If the king is not armed with a complete spirit of sacrifice, or even if he is weak, the country will collapse in an instant. However, it is not an aristocracy.]
