#238
Republic of Zephia (1)
The elder dragon of the Gold Clan, Shurihartgen, makes a sudden visit.
He took Horus with him and left Tarak to go somewhere else.
To the nest where he had been hiding until now, a small island located in the northwest of the Ion continent.
“This place was prepared with considerable effort. Even if he were the Immortal King, he would never find this place without accurate information.”
“Ooh—!”
Although he didn’t have much time left, he wanted to do his best to continue his education while he still had time.
He was dying in real time due to the aftereffects of waking up from a hibernation where he had been forcibly extending his lifespan, but he decided that it would be better to become a nutrient for the next generation rather than living each day meaninglessly.
‘You said you were fatally wounded in a war three hundred years ago and have barely managed to survive until now.’
Only because of a sense of responsibility to keep the Gold Clan’s lineage intact.
Suddenly, a successor named Horus appeared before him, who had been enduring so hard.
Horus glanced at him as he guided Lair, his gaze turning with a subtle feeling.
As a mere lucky stranger, I couldn’t even guess what kind of feelings he had for me.
“I don’t have much time left, so I’ll do my best to teach you during that time. This isn’t the typical hatchling training method, but I guess there’s nothing I can do about it right now.”
He said it as if he was sorry, but in fact that was exactly what Horus wanted.
Rather, if I had to waste time lazing around like a dragon, that would have been more frustrating.
“The “Golden Treasure” will be transferred to you upon my death. In fact, most of the useful ones were mobilized for the war, so there aren’t many left. Even so, they would be at the level of rare ancient dragons.”
Of course, that harsh criticism was limited to items with mystical properties such as relics or magical tools, but general items with high liquidity were literally piled up like a mountain.
“···Wait, you can use verbs? You’re a hatchling?”
“Okay, shall I show you?”
And right after we had that conversation before we started the full-fledged training.
For the first time, Horus could see Schrihartgen, who had always seemed calm, looking genuinely flustered.
“···Really. Oh, really. Even those who have reached Juvenile often have difficulty using the dragon tongue, and a hatchling···. Ah, Drakkarion.”
If hatchling was the infant, juvenile was the adolescent.
Adult Dragon—The stage just before becoming Jackie Chan.
To put it simply, what Horus did was no different from a preschooler solving the college entrance exam problems with ease.
“I thought that I could only give them a rough basics on verbs and expect them to finish them later on, but I think I can save a lot of time if I do it this way.”
Shurihartgen, who had accepted the situation, slowly nodded with a faint smile.
The ability to speak in itself is no different from the power of a dragon, so it would have been possible to learn it naturally as one grew older, but it is highly likely that the method of handling it more efficiently was not properly conveyed.
I had intended to leave the arrangements through magic tools including the Grimoire, but the level of the Dragon Magic was too high to be completely passed down through such means.
‘So, before I die, I thought I’d ask a favor of the other survivors of the clan, and it turned out well.’
Of course, I know that in a situation like now where the entire race is in danger, the one who was asked to do it would not refuse, but isn’t there such a thing as clan pride?
If there was no other way, I didn’t want to feel sorry for the other clans if I could solve it on my own.
In fact, even before the appearance of the Immortal King a thousand years ago, and even before the situation worsened due to the war three hundred years ago, relations between the clans were quite poor.
So, from his perspective, having lived a life without forgetting for thousands of years, the current situation cannot help but be quite satisfactory.
“Good. That’s great. Then let’s get started right away.”
“yep!”
On a small, nameless island hidden in the northwestern part of the Ion Continent.
The training camp of Horus, the little hatchling, and Shrihartgen, the old dragon who burns the last days of his life, has begun.
***
Earth, a place located in Suwon, South Korea.
In a closed space where not a single ray of light enters, a woman with long black hair was quietly pouring tea alone with her eyes closed.
Tea time in the darkness filled with silence that nothing can disturb.
But that silence was suddenly interrupted when her body stiffened—.
Clang—
Soon, the teacup slipped from his hand and shattered into pieces.
But even though the red tea spread with a loud cracking sound and soaked the floor, she did not move at all and remained frozen in her original position.
Knock knock—
“Aria? Are you alright? Excuse me for a moment.”
At that moment, a woman carefully opened the door and stepped inside, accompanied by an urgent knock.
She quickly looked around and finally found the person still sitting quietly in front of the tea table. She sighed in relief and slowly approached him.
“Aria? Are you okay?”
“···Ah! Oh no, I was thinking about something else and my hand slipped for a moment.”
“I’ll put the teacups away right away. Just a moment…”
“No, I’ll clean this up later. Could you please leave now?”
“···Okay, if anything comes up, please call me anytime. I’ll come running right away.”
The person who entered the room to face that stubborn order did not protest any longer, but greeted them politely and quietly went out again.
A woman with her eyes closed, left alone in the room again.
Aria, the vampire and leader of the moderate faction of the Blood Pact, one of the most powerful forces that dominates the streets of South Korea, was lost in thought as she wiped away the tears of blood flowing from her eyes with a handkerchief she took out of her bosom.
‘I thought it had quieted down by now. But I guess this isn’t enough.’
With the hardliners out and Heinz’s heterosis taking their place, I thought maybe things would be okay now.
Just now, her unique skill, “Sketch of Fate,” was once again in danger.
The “Sketch of Destiny” skill, a type of foresight skill, only shows her glimpses of the flow of events that occur around her and herself, but it was a lifeline-like ability that helped her always make the right choices even in difficult situations.
Accepting the fact that he was a vampire, returning safely from another world and becoming the highest executive of the Blood Alliance, becoming the leader of the moderates and standing up to the hardliners, and cooperating with Heinz to absorb the Blood Alliance’s power were all choices that he was able to make thanks to him.
‘Heinz···.’
A man who had to shoulder all the burden because he couldn’t do it on his own no matter how hard he tried.
Now that his new bloodline on Earth, Heterosis, had effectively swallowed up the Blood Pact, the title of ‘Leader of the Moderate Faction’ had become meaningless.
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However, thanks to the consideration of Jin So-ran, the second in command of Heterosis, he formed a crew with those who followed him and was spending his days leisurely as usual…
‘I think it would be a good idea to warn Soran first.’
Pussuk—
As she sighed and got up from her seat, the remains of the teacup and the black tea that had been cluttering the floor crumbled and disappeared.
This happened on the fourth day after the Hahoe mask that had been wandering around Japan suddenly disappeared.
***
The Republic of Zephia, which rules the eastern part of the Ion Continent.
As the day began to get dark.
Heinz II, the master of both the Earth’s Heterosis and Outerica’s hybrid, entered an old and shabby house on the outskirts of the capital.
However, even though he confidently walked down the street, opened the main gate, and entered, no one, not even the residents passing by or those inside the building, noticed his presence.
Until he reveals himself again, having closed the door he had opened.
“···You’re late.”
As he lifted his “Negation of Existence” and revealed himself, a cold female voice, as if waiting for that moment, softly echoed from inside the building.
“You came exactly at the appointed time. As you know, I am quite busy.”
“Ha! Of course, that’s true. Not only did you swallow up a country, but you are also diligently reaching out to other places, so how much more so?”
A middle-aged woman approaches with her sharp tongue and the sound of her shoes clicking.
The Vice President of the Republic of Zephia, Kayla McClair, frowned and looked up at the tall man.
“That’s also a misunderstanding. I have no interest in the Republic of Zephia. All I want is to subjugate Obaipo.”
Heinz, who had a cynical expression, looked down at her with a haughty gaze and muttered softly.
Kayla met his gaze curiously for a moment, but soon twitched the corners of her eyes and bit her lips, looking down.
‘To be honest, if I could just eat it, I would want to devour it all.’
However, the situation was different here from the Kingdom of Thalia, which was at the bottom of the continent in terms of size and national power and only had to control the ruling class.
The Republic of Zephia was a powerful nation that could compete with the Azerion Empire to the west to some extent, and since it was based on a republic in name only, the lukewarm methods it had used before were out of the question.
‘Of course, Obaipo is showing some effect now, but it won’t last long.’
It is nothing more than a temporary problem that arose at a good time, taking advantage of the current chaotic continental situation.
As expected from guys who have been preparing for decades, they are proceeding quite thoroughly, but now those who have realized the higher-ups’ ideals are starting to take action one by one.
‘Once something starts happening, it’s likely to spread out of control.’
It is inevitable that a temporary vacuum of governance will occur in the process of resolving the issue, but if it were normal, that could have been resolved somehow.
But now, the entire continent is in a state of national emergency, on wartime alert.
It was a situation where the dark forces plotting to overthrow the world still remained.
If things continue this way, the revolutionaries will take advantage of the Republic’s internal turmoil to launch a concentrated invasion of giants and the monsters will move in the east, causing the entire country to shake.
And if you start installing Obaipo again in that state…
‘In fact, that’s probably what they ultimately want.’
Rather than ruling the intact ‘Republic of Zephia’, it is about ruling refugees from a country that has fallen into anarchy and has collapsed.
It was no different from chopping it up into small pieces and swallowing it because the chunk was too big to swallow whole.
‘···I can’t just let it happen.’
I didn’t want to take over a country that was in such tatters.
It’s already a hassle to build a single kingdom of Thalia, so wouldn’t it just be a headache?
Besides, if I wasn’t going to eat it anyway, I had no intention of letting others eat it.
Especially if that’s what that revolutionary guy wants.
“But since you’re still alive, I guess there weren’t any problems.”
“···Wow, there were a lot of problems. In fact, it’s a wonder I’m even alive right now. I never thought Commander-in-Chief O’Connell would be affected.”
A transcendent warrior who guards the border with the empire and a great man called the guardian deity of Zephia.
Following the tragic news that she learned while trying to somehow contact him, it wasn’t long before a full-blown affair began to unfold for her as well.
“If I were alone, I would have died for sure. I survived only thanks to the escort you gave me from the Hybrid. I should thank you again.”
Ss …
And just as she finished speaking, a small shadow suddenly came from outside the building and fell down in front of Heinz.
“Are you here, High Lord? I was late because I was cleaning up the surrounding area!”
A boy with white hair and red eyes.
It was Obor Brokoslak, a true-blooded vampire who had been assigned to guard Vice President Kayla.
“Okay, how’s the progress?”
“All work has been completed smoothly. The placement of bloodstains in each key location has been completed, and all mobilized combatants have also prepared.”
This was followed by a report on the incident.
Current situation, enemy movements, and future plans.
‘···what?’
But in the meantime, Kayla, who was there, frowned at the sudden sense of discomfort.
···The conversation between the monarch and his subjects was not a problem in itself.
It felt like something else was causing it, but it was just subtly bothersome and I couldn’t figure out what exactly it was.
‘It’s just my feeling···.’
Feeling so uneasy, she instinctively turned her head around—.
My eyes met with something hazy and hidden in the darkness, and I froze in place.
Inside the shabby house where she had entered to escape pursuit.
As night approached, darkness fell over the building, and black figures began to appear here and there, standing silently.
‘When did that happen?!’
Even that number wasn’t just one or two.
So much so that I can’t understand why I didn’t notice it until now.
Not only that, but even at this very moment, while the two men were conversing, whenever they looked away for a moment, the shadows in the darkness continued to grow one by one.
Walls, windows, stairs, railings… even the ceiling.
And when the shadows that had grown that long had grown to dozens and were approaching a hundred.
“good night.”
Her gaze turned back to Heinz as the voice had a strange power that forcibly captured the attention of those around her.
“Well then, now that we’re finally ready….”
A sharp smile like a veil on his usually cold face.
“To unite all the vampires in this world—.”
Ss …
Sasak—!
The sound of countless thousand pieces of cloth fluttering at once resonated.
A hundred shadows simultaneously fell down and bowed down to their great ruler.
“—Start a war.”
The war between vampires has begun.
