Episode 310
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As I said before, the island of La Gomera, where the group called Dokwan lives, is a very large island.
It should be said that it is a form in which about six of Teslan’s Ascendant Territories are connected together.
To put it in an exaggerated way, it is large enough to establish a principality.
I was able to find out a few facts from my uncle as I walked along the well-maintained street.
First of all, the total number of residents on this island is 70,000.
It’s not a huge number at all.
How should I say this?
Should I say that I was a little dazed when I heard the number 70,000?
Out of this population of 70,000, there are about 10,000 mana users, 18 masters, and 1,000 high-circle mana users?
I can guarantee you that this kind of power, in proportion to the population density, is not found anywhere else on this continent.
The reason why I am having so many random thoughts right now is…
Because there is a lot of time left.
There’s really a lot left.
The residence of the owner of the dojo was located at the very tip of the island, directly opposite the dock, which meant that it was quite a walk away.
Tch.
“When you were young, your mother used to bully you a lot, right?”
Dennis Gunnar said nothing.
“I told you, he was really creative in his teasing. He would hide toys and pretend to spar with me before beating me up. It was no joke.”
The Ron I know is a pretty heavy-handed guy, but he’s become a freeloader here.
Was it that unfair?
Ron said about five things, and then Dennis finally said, as if making excuses.
“… … When I was young, very young, wasn’t it?”
Ron squints his eyes.
“Was 20 years young? When we talk about being young, we usually talk about being in your early teens, but this seems very different from what I know.”
“… … I was immature back then. But now it’s different. The me back then and the me now… … are just different people.”
Ron’s narrowed eyes did not open.
Where do they sell this medicine?
Those are the kind of eyes that Dennis eventually averts his gaze.
And this is what I’ve been feeling since a while ago.
Our Ron seems to want to cause some serious trouble on this island.
I think there’s some kind of hidden story that I don’t know about, because it’s more impressive than when I was tormented as a butler by the Marquis.
I walked in such an awkward atmosphere and arrived.
It was like a paradise, with a huge lake surrounding it and peach trees and fruit trees lined the outside for decoration.
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And the middle of the lake, that was the most impressive.
In the middle of the lake was a house floating, quite large.
A huge octagonal pavilion. That’s what it feels like.
And now, before my eyes, there was a staircase leading into the house.
A staircase floating in the air.
It must have been hard to make.
“Follow me.”
Dennis walked, taking each step one by one.
I opened the door, walked down an empty hallway, and the moment I saw a huge bed behind me.
I took a deep breath.
How long has it been?
I’ve felt this way before.
“Father, get up, for Noah’s son and grandson have come.”
That was it.
Next.
My heart is pounding.
I slowly raised my head.
I wasn’t in that huge room.
A huge mountain range floating in the sky. I was at the tip of it.
It was covered with clouds, and below the steep cliffs, it was also covered with clouds.
A haven above the sky.
What does this mean?
Sky above the sky?
In front of me, I see a huge bed.
A man slowly pulls back the blanket and reveals himself on the bed.
An old man, to be exact.
I was once drawn into my imaginary world when I briefly threatened the instructors in the Kingdom of Ishmael a while ago.
Now, it’s the same as then.
It wasn’t me who dragged him into that old man’s world. It was me who was dragged into that old man’s world.
“Is this Noah’s child?”
A deep voice.
A trembling white beard.
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Although he was quite small in stature, he couldn’t hide it.
Lord Dragon, a spirit stronger than Bahamut and Volimort.
“They say it’s vascular fibrosis. You’re pretty healthy.”
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The old man laughed.
“I can tell just by hearing your voice. And this feeling is certain. You are Noah’s child.”
You don’t even respond to what I say.
You seem to be a bit stubborn.
“But.”
The old man walked over and stood in front of me.
“He looks about 17 years old, but he looks taller than me.”
My height is currently in the mid to late 170s.
The old man in front of us is estimated to be in his early 170s.
Of course I’m taller, but I wasn’t talking about height.
“What path have you walked?”
The old man walked and loitered around me.
“The smell of blood is thick. How much have you killed and how much karma do you have?”
The old man’s eyes were cold.
And yet, it felt strangely warm.
“Does that matter?”
“It doesn’t matter. It does matter. But what’s more important is whether or not you regret killing someone.”
I answered without hesitation.
“There wasn’t any. Nothing like that.”
The old man seemed to clearly feel the weight of my words.
“What is your name?”
“well.”
He paused for a moment and turned his head to look at the old man.
“When asking someone’s name, state your own name first. This is basic etiquette that first-year students learn at the academy.”
The old man burst into laughter.
He smiled as if he was really enjoying himself and said:
“Plank, Plank Gunnar. That’s my name.”
“Jack, I am Jack.”
The old man’s eyes draw a line.
“Are you not going to use the surname Gunnar?”
“There is nothing more ridiculous than writing something you don’t want to write.”
“What if that is fate?”
“Fate is something that changes without warning. I choose my own fate.”
“What if it is an inevitability that cannot be chosen?”
A line is drawn at the corner of the mouth.
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“I also choose necessity.”
Because that’s how I lived.
It has been like this before, and it will always be like this in the future.
Old man.
My grandfather.
Gunnar’s bloodline.
The owner of the dojo.
Told me.
“You fit the position of the leader of the Taoist path perfectly.”
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I slowly raised my hand and squeezed it lightly.
at the same time.
A crack appears in the world covered in clouds.
Everything before his eyes began to crumble as Plank’s eyes twitched slightly.
I closed my eyes and opened them again.
The surrounding scenery has completely changed.
There is only one thing that is the same as before.
It was a bed.
And on that bed, Plank Gunnar, whom I had only seen in my imagination, slowly pulls away the blanket.
“… …Father? What did you just… say?”
Plank Gunnar rises from his bed.
He looks into my eyes.
“Really, it suits you well.”
“… … .”
“Countless people have used the words ‘qualities of a monarch’ and ‘qualities of an emperor’ in vain. It was like that in the past, it is like that in the present, and it will be like that in the future. Do you know what I have realized in such a world?”
I didn’t bother to answer.
Just a blank-faced Dennis Gunnar asking questions that don’t fit the situation.
“Are you… okay…?”
Plank waved his hand at Dennis as if telling him to go away for a moment and looked at me with eyes seeking an answer.
“What did you realize?”
“The qualities of an emperor cannot be explained in words. Those who first saw Simone Gunnar, the founder of the Gunnar Empire hundreds of years ago, probably felt the same way I do now.”
Plank Gunnar.
My grandfather, he just got up from his bed and didn’t get up.
It could be that I couldn’t do it.
He told me.
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“Would you like to inherit the Taoist temple?”
He frowned.
Ron looked at me with a blank expression, and Dennis Gunnar looked at me with puzzled eyes.
“I don’t know anything about this organization. And.”
“and?”
“Is this my grandfather?”
“Can’t you tell just by looking at the face?”
What should I say?
Would it be appropriate to say that they resemble each other?
It almost occurred to me that when I get older, I might end up looking like Plank Gunnar now.
“If you need time to think, think about it. If you feel like you need to learn more about the Taoist temple, do so. Come to me when you’ve made up your mind.”
I ended up laughing faintly.
As I said before, I choose what I want to choose.
Even if it’s free, I don’t usually accept things that I feel uncomfortable with.
So I could answer without hesitation.
“I’m not interested.”
“……what?”
“I have no intention of becoming the head of an organization called Do-Gwan.”
My uncle, Dennis Gunnar, smiled brightly, and my grandfather, Frank Gunnar, frowned.
“All I knew was that my ‘mother’ was connected to this group called the Taoist cult, and some of those cultists were messing with my person. That’s all there is to it, nothing more, nothing less, so why should I inherit this cult?”
“It is because you are Gunnar’s blood.”
He asks again as I still have a blank expression on my face as if I’m not interested.
“Are you really not going to accept it? Even though it’s Grandfather’s ‘request’?”
He frowned slightly.
Look at this.
Why are you trying to create such an ‘unnatural situation’?
I turned my head to the side and saw Ron tilting his head.
If it’s free, wouldn’t it be better to take it? That’s the look on his face.
Okay, let’s pass for now.
“I’m thinking of taking a few days off while I’m here. Is that okay?”
As soon as these words came out of my mouth, who had been acting as if I had never thought of it and was about to board a ship and leave for the continent at any moment, Dennis’s eyes furrowed and Plank’s eyes lit up.
“Do so.”
My uncle seems very upset. What can I do?
The master of the temple told me to do so.
Then that’s what we should do.
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As I was about to turn around, the teacher grabbed my head.
It was so scary that I couldn’t stop moving.
[Haven’t we seen this before?]
Plank Gunnar frowned slightly at his master’s question.
It looks like he’s thinking about something.
“The doll speaks. As if it were a living thing.”
Should we call this an exemplary answer?
It’s exactly the kind of answer that most people would give when they first see the teacher.
The teacher asks again.
[What’s the answer?]
“No. Who are you?”
The Master’s brow furrows slightly, just as Plank had just done.
[Valentine Milos.]
“… … That name is the name of a necromancer and Arthur Gunnar’s step-brother… … ?”
The Master did not answer and just stared blankly at Plank Gunnar.
Then he nods his head slightly and taps me on the head.
So, Master, Ron and I turned around.
hmm.
What should I say?
I should say I feel a little strange.
I turned my head for a moment, my feet stepping on the stairs floating in the air.
‘… … I feel like you’re hiding something.’
I guess I’m not the only one who felt that way.
Our teacher’s expression was similar to mine.
If I had to be specific, it would be an expression more complex than mine.
I stood there for a moment and then slowly went down the stairs.
