The Returned Sword King Decided to Become a Tyrant Chapter 65
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“Thanks to Your Majesty’s concern.”
He looked fine, unlike when he had been lying down after taking poison.
Of course, I don’t know if it would be appropriate to say that it looks neat, as it’s not just a simple rejuvenation or anything like that, but rather a look that has transcended human limitations.
Anyway, I felt like I had shed a layer of my guilt compared to back then when I was only burning with a desire for revenge.
I said with a shrug.
“How have you been?”
“Since I created the magic stone and potion that Your Majesty instructed, I have been spending my days training that child.”
“Hmm… … I find it hard to believe that’s all there is to it.”
“Yes, actually, I am also training with that child.”
Although I had surpassed my limit, unlike me who was able to control it right away because I had experienced it once, I was still at the stage of a fawn who couldn’t even control my body properly.
Having him do production-related work was also part of such rehabilitation activities.
And, as if he had sufficiently measured and organized the new ground during that period, Matapju continued speaking with a grin.
“I didn’t know that at this age I would be putting aside my work at the Magic Tower and practicing, but perhaps it’s because of the aftereffects of my awakening, but every day feels new.”
“Did you have any income?”
“Hehehe… … Unfortunately, I never got used to it.”
“Well, I guess so.”
The disconnect from the power one possesses.
It was like that, transcending human divinity. Even I, before my regression, was unable to use my aura for a while right after I reached the realm of Sword Master.
Didn’t the devil there suffer from poison for a long time?
Even though he had recovered by undergoing physical restructuring, it was natural that it would be an obstacle in moving his magical power.
But Matapju seemed to find it new and interesting.
“That being said, it is true that I have adapted to this realm to some extent. However, even so, I still cannot fathom the level of power that Your Majesty possesses.”
“Oh, really?”
That was no different from what I said when I confronted him after he woke up from the poison.
But, strictly speaking, wasn’t my power not even close to what it was before the regression when I was called the Absolute?
‘It seems that it wasn’t simply a matter of not being able to adapt to the realm of the great wizard.’
If that’s the case, then there must be something strange besides the aura that creates the force.
So I felt interested and asked.
“What do I look like in your eyes right now?”
“Hmm… … That’s a really difficult question.”
……difficult?
It was a very ambiguous tone, as if he was trying to hide the answer.
But there was no sign of that on his face at all.
“It doesn’t seem like an excuse to avoid mentioning it.”
“Yes, you may not believe it, but it is true.”
It’s not that it’s invisible, but what does it mean that it’s difficult?
As Matapju continued his explanation, his expression changed subtly, as if he was troubled.
“The first thing I see is a red aura. It shines brighter and more intensely than any aura I’ve ever seen.”
Then he left a strange metaphor, saying that the roof of the building is like the sun.
Perhaps it means my power as the Sword King and as the First Prince.
The auror that I have dealt with my entire life, and the ‘rank’ that I have built up while reigning as an absolute being, must be just like that.
“But what you see next is the darkness of the abyss.”
“dark?”
I tilted my head.
Darkness… … anything that can be associated with darkness to me… … .
‘no way?’
For a moment, the eyebrows rose slightly.
Because there was something to worry about.
“Is what you are talking about black magic?”
The underground cemetery where I went with Baron Vidor to regain my past power as soon as possible. The negative emotions gathered by the black magicians I used there.
The very thing that attacked me in the form of Asus, destroying me and then slowly eating me.
If he, the Archmage, felt anything strange, it was nothing else.
But it was strange.
‘Those feelings must have been swallowed up by the aura, right?’
Because I took care of them all without leaving a single one behind.
Above all, if something like that had remained inside me from the beginning, there was no way the saintess who possessed the mana of light, the energy of the conflict, would not have noticed it.
Rather, didn’t she even show me a friendly side?
As expected, Matapju shook his head and immediately denied it.
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“then?”
“… … What I feel is an endless feeling of shame and a single thought that has been torn apart.”
“Hoo.”
The top priest who spoke like that seemed very cautious.
That would be the case, because right now, there isn’t a single element that would make me like that.
Because it would only seem like a successful being who handles everything with dignity and moves forward.
But I didn’t think of it as a defeat. That death was nothing more than a new opportunity given to me.
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So I didn’t care and just watched the situation with interest.
‘As expected, it’s fun.’
It is said that eyes that have reached the truth can even penetrate the foundation of all things. Especially for someone who walks the extremes of magic, wouldn’t it be possible to gain unexpected benefits in that area?
Flash-!
The right arm hidden under the coat glowed.
Before I knew it, instead of the tattoo on my arm, I was holding a ring with a black gem in it. It was a temporary artifact of a magical engraving.
I rolled the ring around in my hand a few times and then put it down on the desk. Then, Matapju’s eyes, who had been watching me, twitched.
“… … It’s an unfamiliar object, but I feel a familiar form of magical power. Could it be the artifact you used to heal me?”
“Yes, it is an ancient artifact. Let me check it out.”
“youth of the world…….”
Matapju trailed off at the end of his words.
The term “ancient” refers to the time before the “age of chaos” when the great war between mankind took place. Now, it is a time in the distant past, of which not many records remain.
“Then… … I will excuse myself.”
He bowed his head politely and held out his hand.
After a while, Matapju, who was holding the ring in his hand, slowly stroked his chin.
“Hmm! That’s an interesting structure. Absorbing and releasing mana in the air to disrupt the flow… … .”
“I guess you can even know that.”
“You’ll have to look closely to see the details, but you can get the basic gist.”
As expected from the name of the Great Wizard, he immediately understood its purpose. However, it didn’t take long for his head to tilt.
“But is this artifact complete?”
“Hmm? Is there a problem?”
“No, it’s not so much a problem as… … something about the shape doesn’t seem normal.”
“hmm.”
I nodded, understanding what he was saying, and added:
“Maybe that’s what they call the fairy tale rate.”
Unlike artifacts that have a set limit, Magic Seal is an artifact whose performance must be increased through constant use.
I told Matapju about the future knowledge about him. But even after hearing the explanation, Matapju’s expression showed no sign of brightening.
“It’s called the fairy tale rate… … .”
widely-
Matapju put the ring down on the desk. Then he carefully got to the main point.
“Your Majesty, I believe that this artifact’s capabilities will not end there.”
“This isn’t the end? What on earth are you trying to say?”
“It means that there must be something else that can fill in the missing… or unfinished form.”
“… … What?”
… … Besides the conversion rate, is there anything else that can increase performance?
My eyes narrowed strangely as I looked at the rooftop terrace.
* * *
I never thought there could be something else to the magic imprint.
That would be the case, because I had already been using my aura and proficiency to increase my assimilation rate faster than anyone before my return, and an assimilation rate that had once passed the critical point was still enough to be a disaster for any wizard.
But what if that’s not really the end? What if, as Matapju says, its true power is something else?
“… … .”
I silently stroked my right arm and recalled Matapju’s explanation.
-It appears to be drawing mana from the air, but it is actually absorbing elements.
-Mana in the air is the element that makes up the world. Are there two different things?
-They are clearly different. That is why there is a current form of magic that classifies elements.
After saying that, the Archmage concluded what he had guessed.
If you can absorb the pure element in its entirety, you will be able to control its power, that is, the attribute you desire.
“Pure elements… … .”
My knowledge of the future is also not complete. Since then, there may have been changes in the theory, or new facts may have been revealed.
I am only a prosecutor, so I don’t know everything, and even if I exclude that, there may be a lot of knowledge that has not been thoroughly revealed and may have been hidden.
The purification method of butterfly coral was just such a case.
In that sense, the information I knew could also be biased. The knowledge that the true form of the magic engraving was limited to a tattoo.
If that’s the case, then there’s only one thing I can do now that I have to stock up on strength for the war against the Federal Empire.
dripping-
“Did you call?”
George, who had returned from vacation, put aside his work as an aide for a while and was busier than anyone else in gathering information.
It was my order.
“Who is the administrator at the top of the kingdom?”
“We are finalizing the trade matter. We understand that they are currently arranging for merchants to periodically retrieve the butterfly coral.”
“I see.”
I gave George a new order.
“Tell the manager above.”
“What is it like?”
“From now on, we will gradually release the Mithril produced in the Galder Plains into the market.”
“… … !”
George asked in astonishment.
“You’re releasing the quantity… … That’s… …!”
“It’s only a very small amount. Tell them to hide their identity in Azran and sell the Mithril.”
The price of butterfly coral may be through the roof, but in the end, it was not a means to make a profit.
A means to empower Esteban, who has nothing in the near future.
Therefore, additional methods were needed to fill the national treasury that was becoming insufficient.
And at this point, it was most efficient to secure it through the remaining Mithril as planned.
“Use the funds obtained there to purchase the items reported this time.”
“Oh, okay, I understand. Then I’ll go… … .”
“and.”
But my orders didn’t end there.
“Arendelle.”
“yes?”
“Report what is happening in Arendelle as soon as possible.”
My gaze turned to the continental map placed on the desk.
There was a country on the opposite side of the continent, bordered by deep mountain ranges.
… … Arendelle.
There you will find the answer I want.
* * *
thud-!
As the heavy iron door opened violently as if it were going to shatter, the eyes of the nobles sitting inside the palace conference room were instantly focused.
The person who opened the door and came in was a mere knight.
But there was no scolding or reprimand for causing a commotion.
However, he tried hard to hide the anxiety that was evident on his face, hoping that the report coming out of that soldier’s mouth would be light.
however.
“… … What’s going on?”
“Oh, I am ashamed to report, but I have heard that the wall guarding the northern border has fallen!”
“What?!”
Fate, unfortunately, never goes as planned.
That was also the worst case scenario among all the scenarios that had been considered.
“Father, the northern wall has fallen… … .”
The expression of the king leading Arendelle was severely distorted. He held his head with both hands, barely holding on to his confused mind.
And then, the voice that came out soon became so rambling that even I didn’t know what I was saying.
“Lord Harpendel… … no, what happened to the knights who guarded the North?”
“Yes, contact has been completely cut off, so there is no way to confirm.”
“This can’t be happening… … !”
No way… Really?
Are you saying that the final front has really been broken through?
The reason Arendelle was able to hold off the incoming barbarians was because the kingdom’s greatest knight, Harpendel, and his knightly order were holding out in the north.
But ‘that’ North fell apart.
This is literally the same as the front gate being opened. If things continue this way, we will have to watch our country being trampled by the hooves of barbarians.
The king spoke, barely able to calm his trembling voice.
“Support… Have you heard from the delegation that went to request support?”
We had already asked for help from surrounding countries, including the Federal Empire.
If they lend a helping hand even just a little, we could drive out the barbarians moving south and hold the front line.
But that sliver of hope wasn’t on their side either.
“… … I apologize. The Federal Empire has refused to provide support under the pretext that they have no spare capacity, and the neighboring countries are reluctant to provide support, saying that they cannot move their troops due to the cold.”
“… …Really.”
It was hopeless.
One might expect that the flames of war would die down as the cold winter continued, but at least that was not common sense for the barbarians who grew up in the harsh wilderness.
On the contrary, for those who have not received any support, the coming winter will be nothing more than a reprieve from execution.
“The hundreds of years of Arendelle’s history have come to an end so vainly… … .”
So the king lowered his head, clutching his head in despair.
That was when.
A calm voice came out of the mouth of someone who was deeply lost in thought.
“Not yet.”
A young crown prince of twenty-two years old.
He stood up from his seat and opened his tightly shut lips.
“It’s too early to give up. Isn’t Esteban still here?”
“… … Esteban?”
A weak nation stuck between two continental powers, the Holy Empire and the Federal Empire.
… … Clearly, no delegation was sent to Esteban.
But it wasn’t just because they were unattractive or had no diplomatic contacts.
“There is a wall between Arendelle and them called the Federation Empire. Even if they accept support, they will never send troops.”
“… … .”
The Federal Empire would never allow foreign troops to pass through its territory.
Even if we divert the attack, reinforcements will arrive only after the national fortunes have fallen to the ground.
In that case, the only method left was the impractical method of sending troops through the lands of the barbarians.
Nevertheless, the crown prince did not back down from his position.
“They are the ones who overcame the barbarian rebellion faster than anyone else. At the very least, I think it is worth discussing this situation with them.”
“Ugh… … .”
“And what’s more, didn’t they stop there and even raid the lands of the barbarians?”
“That’s true, but… … .”
It was a correct answer.
As the king and even the nobles began to show signs of distress, the crown prince continued to insist so strongly that even his knuckles turned white.
“If not, there is no hope for Arendelle. There is no future for it.”
“… … .”
If you don’t rely on them, then all that’s left is destruction.
A sharp expression without any euphemism.
They say there is a separate hill called Bibil, but wouldn’t it be better to go all out like that and do whatever it takes?
“… … Then, as the Crown Prince wishes, I will dispatch the delegation to the Federal Empire straight to Esteban.”
“Yes, I understand.”
The nobles bowed their heads upon hearing the order.
At least for them, it was like grasping at straws.
