Episode 421
Chapter 6
The leaders of different races were gathered together.
Orc Prince Ton Grynhil, now known as Archduke rather than King, Harpy Prince Vilea, Elf Prince Barbara Guido, Troll Prince Nelson Puuko, and Dwarf Prince Menama-Amour.
They climbed up on the wall and looked down.
A huge number of humans were approaching.
They weren’t fighting a war or anything. They were refugees, people who had fled the aftermath of what had happened in the Tulcan Empire.
“… … That’s incredible.”
The rest of the archducks remained silent in response to Guido’s words.
I accepted the change of title from King to Grand Duke. The ruler, the real emperor, told me to do so. Then I must do it.
Complaints? None. It was strange to have it. If I had it, I would have lost that day. Chaos would have engulfed the race again.
These five archducks are the ones who hold the fate of the race most important.
They all know what’s important. But what’s happening right now before their eyes is shocking in another sense.
“Fighting war alone… … I still can’t believe it.”
Anyone can say it. They wage war. Even the green dragon Blanc sitting there smoking a cigarette can wage war alone, and all five of the archduke’s here can wage war alone. However, it is absolutely impossible to produce such a result.
Alone. Now, I am dealing with a nation larger than the Forest of Demons and larger than the existing human kingdoms.
It’s not just a country. It’s a single force that’s single-handedly taking down the largest country on this continent.
“What you saw in the forest back then was just the tip of the iceberg.”
Guido, who was talking to himself, was asked by Geurunhill.
“I never imagined it.”
Guido’s gaze shifts to Geurun Hill.
Needless to say, things are not going well between Greenhill and Barbara Guido. They really are not going well.
In some ways, it’s nothing short of a miracle that we’re having this conversation here.
“You said you would accept refugees from the Tulkan Empire into Elderrim?”
Guido shrugged.
He swore to follow. He staked the fate of his race on it. Guido thought about what he could do for Jack and came to a conclusion.
“There must be so many refugees. They say that the human cities can’t accommodate them all.”
So, they set up a refugee camp in Elderrim, which was relatively close to the Tulcan Empire.
Of course, I have also given them a warning. Do not touch the refugees without reason. I have also told Commander-in-Chief Gray Cerran, and he will take care of everything.
Guido wasn’t the only one who did that.
“Didn’t you also build a camp for refugees in Wilhelm?”
“That’s right.”
That was the end.
The two of them kept their mouths shut and looked elsewhere as if they had made a promise.
This is not a normal flow when someone is having a conversation with someone else, but for these two, this is a normal reaction.
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Because the piled up stuff hasn’t been resolved yet.
Tone Grunhill, who became the Red Master, and Barbara Guido, who is still a mid-level Master. The two will probably remain in this relationship until their deaths.
Because these are feelings that have built up over decades.
The troll chieftain, or more precisely the troll prince Nelson Foucault, who had been quietly watching from behind, spoke.
“We are standing at a moment in history.”
Everyone’s heads turn.
“We are watching that moment in history when the continent is unified, when the continent falls into the hands of one man.”
In some ways, it may be the trolls who benefit the most from Jack’s regime.
A just price for a just shed.
That slogan struck a chord with Nelson Foucault and all trolls.
“He is truly a great man.”
All the emotions were just in those words.
Jack was truly a great man.
A true ruler with overwhelming power, the pinnacle of the world should be like that.
The image of God that everyone has only imagined. Jack is showing it to us.
So the five archducks of the different races quietly watched the situation.
* * *
I took a deep breath.
Phew.
The gold gate is visible in front of you.
It may be a bit odd to say this, but it looks quite familiar.
The walls of Milos Academy in the Ascendible Territory look exactly like that.
A castle wall that turns golden when exposed to light.
One more time, I took a deep breath.
Phew.
I can’t even remember how many people I killed on my way here.
When you take someone’s life, if you do it dozens, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times, you usually go crazy. That’s the natural course of events.
The reason I don’t do it now is because I’ve already been through it once.
Broadened my senses.
The Golden Gate, the number of soldiers there is estimated to be at least a million, if not more.
And you can feel the 20 masters and about 2,000 high circle mana users.
Look at this.
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This amount of power is equivalent to about half of the entire Tulcan force, and these troops are here at the Gold Gate?
It feels like a life-or-death situation.
I didn’t think much of it. I just kept walking silently as if I had always done so.
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* * *
It was coming.
A demon in human form.
A true monster that has never existed before.
These words suddenly come to mind.
Heavenly horse.
Demon of the sky.
Tamar Tulcan thought as he looked at the approaching Jack.
If the devil, who should be in heaven, were to exist on earth, that in itself would be strange.
That’s why it’s so strange.
Just standing still had an overwhelming aura about him.
The second in line to the throne of Tulkan, he always pursued the highest echelons of power and preferred peace to war.
That’s it. That’s what I’ve always wanted and imagined. That imperial aura.
“Please give me the order.”
The second-in-command of the Knights Guard, and the man who followed him instead of the Crown Prince. Cruz Brandt’s voice was heard from beside him.
Suddenly, Tamar opened her clenched fist.
It was damp.
I clenched my hands tightly, soaking wet with tension.
No place to retreat? None.
If we can’t stop that man, Tulcan will be ruined anyway. What’s the point of being the prince of a ruined country?
“What is Iskandar doing now?”
“……sorry.”
It meant that she didn’t know. In fact, she didn’t expect much. Tamar knows what kind of guy Iskandar is.
His usual smiling and relaxed expression is just a mask, and he hides a true nature that is uglier than anyone else’s.
I’m not sure what powers he possesses, but I’m sure he has a dark and downright disgusting personality.
“It’s a dilemma.”
The situation was just created that way. And I had no intention of escaping. He was a prince of a country. Whether he wanted it or not, just being a prince gave him symbolism. Running away with that symbolism on his back? I never thought about that.
Tamar drew the sword that was at her waist.
“Many people will die in this place.”
Everyone listens to Tamar’s voice.
“I don’t make false promises like I can take care of the families that are left behind. Because I will be one of those who will die here. Taking care of them is a false promise that I can’t keep.”
“… … .”
“If you are worried about your family, go away. If you want to run away, go away. I won’t catch you.”
“Your Highness-!”
Tamar shook her head at the voices coming from everywhere.
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There is only one real truth, which everyone is ignoring.
The war has already been lost.
Kill that Jack Valantier guy… …and then what?
There are countless soldiers behind him who are not coming forward.
How on earth are we supposed to deal with the soldiers of the existing kingdom, let alone the alien races?
We’ve already lost so many to that guy.
Inevitably, the war was lost, and the name of Tulcan would soon disappear. That was the fact, and that was the future. An unchanging future that would not change.
Tamar said in a quiet voice.
“Those who wish to protect the Tulcan Empire must remain.”
It was a speech. A speech in the truest sense of the word.
“I will fight alongside those who protect me. I will fight alongside them until my arms are cut off, my legs are cut off, and my head is cut off.”
It was a quiet voice, but it was a voice filled with mana, so it spread far and wide.
Tamar was a leader.
The leader hidden by Iskandar.
If he had been born into a noble family other than the Imperial family, he would have certainly become a decent nobleman.
Tamar’s speech was clearly sincere. The sad thing is that all the millions of people here today are zealots.
There are already believers who worship Tulcan as a god.
Tamar’s true feelings were simply misinterpreted and distorted.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!”
They just shouted.
I didn’t even leave my seat.
For those who swear allegiance to the nation of Tulcan and deify Tulcan, the word of those who use the name Tulcan is law.
There is no escape from this place.
We will fight together. God is with us. That was all.
They gathered only such people and such people gathered together. It was not Tamar’s intention, but Iskandar’s intention. In the power struggle, the final winner was Iskandar. Was he the crown prince for nothing? The leader of the moderates, such a thing was meaningless. And those who were not berserkers fled long ago. They became refugees and are stuck in hastily built camps in each country.
Tamar repaid Tulkan’s blind faith in protecting him.
Tamar, who had nowhere to retreat, raised her sword.
And shouted.
“Advance-!!”
“Chooooooong-!!”
* * *
I feel it.
The determination of a warrior prepared to die.
It was truly ironic. As I said before, I see a world that others do not see.
In my eyes, I see all the entangled flows and knots of mana.
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That soon became insight and the development of senses. But if I had been satisfied with simply seeing mana, I would not be where I am today. I evolved my ability one step further from there.
It’s the result of a combination of experience, determination, and talent.
When I fight with someone, I can pick up on their emotions faster than anyone else. I read the atmosphere and feel everything flowing on the battlefield.
The countless berserkers I fought on my way here had nothing but blind faith. There was fear, but it was different. This feeling I was feeling now was shining.
A determination that is not tainted by anything.
Pure determination.
It was different from that of ordinary soldiers.
Such determination deserves to be treated appropriately. Here, there is only one treatment.
He stuck the Heavenly Horse Sword he was holding into the floor.
He reached out towards the millions of light warriors that were before his eyes.
