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“What is your name?”
“······Jubar, Jubar Heins.”
“Age is?”
“I’m 27 years old.”
“What was your occupation?”
“I was a hunter.”
“How long were you locked up? By the way, today is September 15th, Year 499 of the Kingdom Calendar.”
“A little less than two months.”
“Can you explain to me how you were kidnapped by Radwan?”
Jubar closed his mouth for a moment.
The big-eared man, who had been writing down Jubar’s personal details with his eyes fixed on the document, stopped wielding his pen.
“If you don’t want to say it, you don’t have to······.”
“I was on my way to my wife’s parents’ house with my wife and son.”
Jubar interrupted the big-eared man and began to tell his own story.
“My wife was from the city, so it was easy to get Genesia, the cure for red star fever, from her parents’ house. I planned to have my pregnant wife stay with her parents’ house until she gave birth.”
“······Were we going together?”
“exactly.”
The big-eared man no longer asked what had become of Zubhar’s wife and son, for there were no pregnant women or young boys in Radwan’s dungeon.
After a few more questions were exchanged, the man with big ears put down his pen.
“Now go out and wait. You will be given travel expenses to return home.”
Despite his words, Jubar could not get up from his seat.
“Do you have anything to say?”
“······Is he really dead?”
“You mean Radwan? He’s dead. His head was cut off and his body exploded. Even a demon would die from that.”
“······Can you tell me who you are?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
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Jubar had ample opportunity to end his life in the dungeons. He had actually witnessed several instances of those consumed by fear ending their lives by banging their heads against the walls or by not eating or drinking.
Radwan didn’t really care what the otherwise normal adult males did inside the prison.
At first, Jubar could only watch in despair as his wife and a few days later, his young son were dragged away. The driving force that kept him from giving up on his own life until the very end was his desire for revenge.
I held on with the determination to chew and swallow Radwan’s head even if it meant becoming a chimera entangled with demons.
······ But the target of that revenge is dead.
Upon returning home, Jubar gathered the belongings of his wife and son and built a tomb.
Finding no more meaning in living, he hanged himself from a large tree overlooking the graves of his son and wife.
Consciousness becomes confused.
The moment when you are about to go to your family.
The rope snapped and the branch broke.
“······Why! Why can’t I even die as I please!”
Jubar looked up at the sunset sky and cried out in tears.
That was when.
“Hey, since I’m going to die anyway, shouldn’t I shoot an arrow into the heart of all the f*cking bastards in this f*cking world before I die?”
He was approached by a man holding a newspaper that was not available in the South.
“You know what? Radwan was just following the orders of the Duke of Runtia… Cough cough. What a f*cking red star fever. Oh, don’t worry, I’m cured. The healer said it was just a side effect. Okay, let’s read it. Do you understand the writing?”
Jubar stared blankly at the newspaper the man handed him and slowly opened his mouth.
“······I don’t know.”
“Oh, I guess I have to read it again.”
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.
Slowly, slowly.
Jubar was recalling events from just three months ago, with the sound of horseshoes in the background.
“Jubar! Jubar! What are you so absentminded about?”
Jubar, who suddenly came back to reality at the sound of his colleague calling, shook the whale violently.
“Nothing. What time is it?”
“It’s a little past 3 in the morning.”
“Are you arriving in about an hour?”
“Oh, then you need to prepare yourself mentally.”
“okay······.”
He recalled the information about the beast he was about to hunt.
The second son of Baron Rirus.
A pervert whose lower body controls the brain.
The number of women and virgins who took their own lives because of him is 14.
‘You said you were a two-star knight?’
It is generally accepted that it takes 10 regular soldiers to capture a 1-star knight who has just awakened his magical powers.
There are currently 30 people moving to catch him. More than half of them will lose their lives.
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Jubar also knows.
The moment the nobles draw their swords, four-star and five-star knights will be deployed, and the civil unrest they have caused will die down in an instant.
I thought, what does it matter, since my life has already been thrown away?
He just wanted to shoot an arrow into the heart of the guys who created this f*cking world. Just one more.
Jubar thought so and began to inspect his bow.
But he didn’t know.
The fact that the civil unrest that began in the Baronial domain of Lirus would not be put out so easily.
***
An emergency cabinet meeting was held.
The reason, of course, was the large-scale civil unrest that occurred in the South.
When news of the first outbreak of rebellion reached the southern aristocracy, their reaction was lukewarm.
The Kingdom of Lionel has lasted for 500 years.
Has there never been a single civil unrest?
‘There has never been a civil unrest that lasted more than two weeks.’
That’s what history has been like.
The resistance of the ruled class against the ruling class that monopolized the power called ‘magic power’ was like a child running towards an adult with a gun with a paper knife.
Everyone was talking about how the rebellion would be completely over in at least a week.
But this time it was different.
If the forces that had caused the rebellion were suppressed, the southern nobles themselves would also find themselves in a difficult situation.
As the head of the emergency committee, I stood in front of a map of the southern part of Lionel. More than half of the area was marked red.
It was an area where civil unrest broke out.
I pulled out the pointer and looked at the ministers gathered in the conference room.
“As you all might expect, the areas marked in red are where the people of the kingdom rose up.”
“It’s a rebellion, Your Highness the Fifth Prince.”
The Minister of Commerce, Industry and Energy, who owns 80% of the land in red, tackled my remarks.
Pick I burst out laughing.
“If you want to emphasize that it’s a civil unrest, then do so.”
I continued, pointing to the estate managed by his eldest son.
“According to my sources, more than 70% of the people in this area participated in the uprising. That’s an incredible number. It seems that everyone who had the strength to hold a stick participated. Isn’t that incredible?”
The Minister of Trade, Industry and Energy’s plump cheeks trembled.
“What should we do? Should we punish both the instigators and participants as we have done so far? I don’t know who will be left to sow the seeds when this winter ends.”
I pointed to an area with a pointer.
“This is the territory of Baron Lirus. It is the area where the first civil unrest occurred. The Baron, enraged by the murder of his son, even mobilized the Knights Templar. The result······ I think you all know.”
The fathers, mothers, wives, brothers, sisters, and children of those captured and executed by the Knights Templar rushed to the lord’s castle with sickles and plows.
The people of the realm, suffering from oppression, chose to throw themselves on the swords of the Knights instead of hanging themselves.
More than 80% of the people of Yeongji have disappeared.
All that’s left for Baron Lirus is his empty estate and his status as lord.
He will not be able to secure the revenue to pay the taxes that are due to the crown this year and to pay his knights and soldiers.
It was a downfall.
“Oh, how can we track down and punish only the ringleaders······.”
“That’s right! After the incident in Baron Lirus’ territory, there were simultaneous civil unrests! They’re very organized! There’s definitely someone behind it, Fifth Prince! If you’re the Fifth Prince, you would have figured out who’s behind it, right?”
“Unfortunately, I have not yet figured out the identity of those who planned this rebellion.”
“Where on earth would you say such irresponsible words!”
The Minister of Commerce, Industry and Energy, who was in a bad mood, criticized me. I glared at him with the corners of my mouth slightly twisted.
He immediately awoke and averted his gaze.
“That’s unpleasant. And isn’t there a separate place to figure out such things?”
Everyone’s eyes turned to Miloa, the Director of the Royal Intelligence Service.
She lowered her head.
There had been reports in the past that a civil unrest might occur, but they had been overlooked. She was in trouble because a civil unrest of unprecedented scale had broken out.
Miloa also probably never imagined that a large-scale civil war would break out that would lead the Southerners to take themselves hostage.
All the things I’ve done so far have come back to me as a huge tidal wave.
“So, Evan, what do you think? How can we calm the unrest?”
The first prince sitting next to Miloa asked me.
“We need to hear their stories.”
“A story······?”
“Shouldn’t we first listen carefully to what they want?”
“That’s ridiculous! Are you saying we should bow to the mob first?”
“Yes! Negotiation!”
Several ministers, including the Minister of Commerce, Industry and Energy, were upset by my remarks. They were people with significant ties to the area where the riots took place.
I looked at them with cold eyes and opened my mouth.
“Then, I guess we just have to catch them all and kill them all.”
“that······.”
“Ugh······.”
Honestly, I could have just been a bystander to the recent civil unrest in the South.
There is little chance of a civil war spreading to the northern, western, or eastern regions. The rotten nobles who would cause a civil war have already been rooted out.
So, all we have to do is watch the southern powers shrink on their own and focus on strengthening our own strength.
But the reason I am standing in the State Council and speaking out so earnestly is to reduce the sacrifices of the Southerners.
If we stay still, the Southern nobles will eventually draw their swords. And the mood is such that the Southerners will fight to the end.
Perhaps in the ‘future’, more Southerners die while the Southern nobles suppress the rebellion than died in the First Leia War.
“But there is no negotiation! If we listen to the ignorant people’s tantrums once, there will be no end to it.”
“That’s right! We have to try another way.”
“Count Miloa! Is there any information from the Royal Guard?”
“That······I’m sorry.”
“What on earth are you doing these days!”
I shook my head as I looked at those who were raising their voices for no reason.
It seemed as if he had no intention of even talking to the Southerners who had started the rebellion.
So the State Council meeting ended, and I returned to the Emerald Palace and headed to my office.
I took off my coat and handed it to Alfonso, then threw myself down on the sofa. The guy asked me as he hung his coat on the hanger.
“Your Majesty, how was the meeting?”
“Well, I guess I just wasted my time.”
“Are you saying that no countermeasures have been put in place?”
“uh.”
“Well, isn’t that a natural thing for a southern noble? Isn’t it obvious what they would demand in a region where civil unrest has broken out? Isn’t it to change the owner of the territory?”
Alfonso’s words are also correct.
It’s not that the southern nobles don’t have the power to suppress the rebellion. How many of those who participated in the rebellion had awakened magical powers?
If you suppress the rebellion, the territory will be ruined. However, it is not possible to meet the demands of the people who caused the rebellion.
It was a dilemma for them.
“What are you going to do?”
“what?”
“You won’t just sit back and watch the rebellion in the South, will you? If we leave it alone, the Southern nobles will end up destroying themselves.”
I looked at Alfonso with a look of surprise. Was he now able to think for himself to that extent?
“······ Those eyes, they’re a bit like that.”
“It’s meant as a compliment.”
“I know full well that’s not true.”
I chuckled and got up from the sofa.
Then he went to the window, looked out at the snow-covered garden, and opened his mouth.
“I need to meet the man who planned the rebellion before the southern nobles blow themselves up.”
“Huh? Didn’t you say you didn’t know the identity?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t know the location. We’ll leave as soon as it gets dark, so keep the Black Wyvern on standby.”
“All right.”
The mastermind behind the large-scale rebellion in the South, which left the Royal Guard unable to do anything, is clearly someone I don’t know.
I was really looking forward to seeing what kind of person he would be.
