Sword Emperor Reincarnated as a Sword Master Chapter 225

Sword Emperor Reincarnated as a Swordsmith (225)

Arcadia Empire.

Its vastness and strength were such that there was no one anywhere in the world who did not know about it, but the country’s governance method and operating system were so lacking in common sense that they were difficult to understand.

It was strange that after occupying more than half of the entire continent, they did not expand further and left the surrounding countries alone for several centuries.

Perhaps that’s why Arcadia was in decline, and there were many times when they unnecessarily messed with the empire and brought about bloodshed.

Without Cardenas having to sortie, the standing army in the border area was enough to deal with all of the surrounding countries, and considering that the Mystical Society, which has a status higher than the Magic Tower, is not enough, even Xehai, which is armed with weapons far ahead of its time, dares to rise to that status. That in itself was foolish.

Someone said

―The reason Arcadia does not conquer the world is probably because its internal conflict is more serious than the war of conquest. Even if you can’t find the enemy outside, isn’t the story different if you’re inside?

Although it was an unfounded guess, it was a story that sounded quite plausible to be rumored outside the empire.

There is no country that can stand against the 7 Knights of Cardenas.

There was no country that could compete with Wickline’s Mystical Society.

I don’t even know the details to mention Zehaire.

but.

―What about Cardenas and Wickline? What about Wickline and Zehire?

If the three forces, known as the pillars of the empire, were opposing each other, the balance of power was maintained and it was not projected to the outside, so even the outside world could understand it.

In the end, the Arcadian imperial family is nothing more than a scarecrow, and it is a great country that cannot exert its power due to the struggles and confrontations of its powerful officials.

Of course, this speculation was nothing more than someone’s delusion from beginning to end, but it suited the tastes of people who were jealous of Arcadia and wanted to disparage it.

Because I feel more at ease than in a situation where the powerful country facing the border can cut off their heads at any time!

-Tsk tsk.

Of course, the nobles of Arcadia could not help but be appalled by that nonsense.

Excluding members of the Three Dukes family or the imperial family, there was no one who understood Arcadia better than them. Like the feudal system, the concept of lords and territories existed, and the nobles who inherited the title managed the majority of the people, so although it looked similar to other kingdoms, the reality was completely different.

More than 200 years ago, the Marquis Archibald, who was known as a great scholar, left behind this comment as if to mock himself.

―Shall we compare Arcadia to a mansion? The imperial family is like the roof, Cardenas is like the wall, Wicklain is like the pillar, and Jehai is like the cornerstone. If we were to count all the other nobles, it would be less than a single tile on the floor.

In the end, the nobles of Arcadia had similar titles, and were no different from high-ranking administrators than lords or nobles.

It was not difficult for a relative to be executed overnight if one committed corruption, military and commercial rights were strictly managed by the central government, and things like territory wars could not even be attempted. It was like a cog that could be replaced at any time.

The authority of the imperial family was absolute, and the Three Dukes were its limbs.

―The possibility that members of the Three Dukes family will cause internal strife or fall out with the imperial family is lower than a natural disaster. There is a reason for their relationship that we cannot know and should not know.

That was the last golden phrase of the Arcadian nobility.

Those who showed curiosity in public and those who tried to find out privately all disappeared without a word.

Perhaps thanks to that, the great empire was peaceful even today.

* * *

Eterna, the capital of the Arcadian Empire.

As the emperor’s residence, it was a city that was bound to be the first in the entire empire, from its defense posture to its prosperity. It was also a key area where even the slightest lack of identification could prevent one from crossing the gate, and even the rulers of other countries could be executed if they made a fuss.

In the heart of a realm more often referred to as the imperial capital than its name, a meeting of figures who could control the world was held.

The heads of the Samgong family were those people.

“It’s been a while, Simon.”

Decklen, the swordsman of Cardenas, looked at the man sitting across from me and smiled.

As if wearing a round hat wasn’t enough, he was hiding his face with a colorful mask. He is a man whose attire is sure to make anyone who sees him look suspicious. The flow of magical energy pulsating throughout the body has indeed reached its limit even at the 9th level.

He was a great mage who was more familiar with the title of ‘head of the family’ than the head of the family, and was truly the pinnacle of Wickline and also served as the president of the Mystical Association.

Simon Magus.

An incarnation of magic whose name and memories have been passed down since ancient times.

“… It’s been 20 years since we’ve seen each other face to face, Declan. “Actur must be like that too.”

Simon, who responded to the greeting calmly, looked to the side and saw that there was a chair higher than the others.

This is an exclusive seat for the Zehaire family.

The Grand Elder, Actur, who was sitting there, smiled.

“From a sword wielder to a spellcaster! “It’s a day to see a lot of friends!”

Actur was already famous for being extravagant, but the reason he was excited wasn’t just because of these two people.

This is because reports have come in that Jehaire’s masterpiece, the barrier train, has finally fulfilled its role. I couldn’t be happier than that, having defeated Yggdrasil and completely restored the battle line.

For a craftsman, there could be no story more heart-pounding than the performance of his work.

“Well, I guess I should send you both congratulations and condolences, right? Declan.”

Actur, who was laughing excitedly, must have remembered something, and turned to look in the direction of the swordsman, making an awkward expression.

Most of the members of the expedition were Cardenas knights, and I heard that even the leader of the Green Dragon Knights had died. Regardless of the loss of power, it would be difficult for a leader to just be happy.

Declan waved his hand with a very faint bitter smile.

“Just accept the congratulations. Uruka, because that friend fulfilled his wish and left. So do other people. “I wouldn’t know if I had lost, but I wouldn’t show my death to those who brought news of victory.”

Many of those who managed the barrier train and served as gunners for the Titan also failed to return.

Simon of Wickline, the only one who did not shed blood, sighed and meditated. Thanks to them, the spirit vein of Yggdrasil was secured, but since they could not contribute to the battle, the spirit’s position was in trouble.

Still, there was no way the unity of the Samgong family would be shaken or broken that much. The leaders who mourned the souls of the expedition members soon brought up one of the topics of the meeting.

“Yggdrasil has disappeared, but its spirit veins and woodlands have been preserved to a level close to the ancient times. Since the Spirit Kings have their opinions, they plan to entrust management to Wickline. Actur, what do you think?”

Grand Elder Actur shouted as he adjusted his mustache.

“I do not care! “I heard it’s a place with no mineral veins. Is that true?”

“The roots of the World Tree dug so deep that they absorbed all the magic power of the ore? “Special metals are completely wiped out.”

“Wow, that damn tree is trouble from beginning to end!”

“It’s decided.”

The heads of the three families continued talking like this,

“?Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

The emperor stood up on the spot, not even accompanied by a single bodyguard, let alone an attendant.

Hair flowing beautifully like thread woven from mithril.

The golden eyes sparkling between them resembled Cardenas’ direct descendants, but were a little different. The pupil, which was more inanimate than living, a color closer to minerals, brilliantly reflected the light from the chandelier.

The constitution that was passed down from the founding emperor Ragnar to every generation was evident in his appearance.

“I’m sorry, but I only had 30 minutes. “We have to discuss everything there and then disperse, so hurry up.”

Although she had the appearance of a girl who may or may not have been twenty years old, the dignity radiating from her body language and manner of speech was considerable.

The emperor, who had made the heads of the family sit down with a single wave, went up to the head table, skipped all the trivial greetings and nodded.

It meant that the meeting should continue.

The family heads were not at all perturbed, perhaps because they were used to that attitude.

“???. ??????.”

“?????????.”

The emperor, who had been listening for nearly 15 minutes, raised his hand and the heads of the family stopped talking.

“Declen, I just want to ask you a question.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Did you say Leonard? “Is that boy our last hope?”

At her outspoken words, not only Declen and Actur, but even Simon grew tense and tensed.

It was a story that even those who could move mountains with a single word should not mention lightly.

Declan answered cautiously.

“Isn’t it a little too early to say ‘last?’ “According to what we observed at Wickline, there is opportunity for the next generation.”

“It’s just a grace period. “I don’t think the sneer left behind by the ‘Mocking Slayer’ was that far-sighted.”

The emperor, who simply blocked his reply, continued speaking.

“Our ancestors burned their whole lives against the fate of certain destruction, but it was still too late. No, I guess I’ve done well considering I’m a mortal, since I lasted for a thousand years.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

The heads of the three families bowed their heads without regard for who was first.

This was because he knew that all the meaningless words of comfort he had tried to reassure the monarch as a subject were in vain.

The emperor was right.

The destruction that had been delayed for a thousand years was approaching.

“Akhtur.”

“yes.”

“Now that the Elyos Front and the Spriggan Front have been completed, return all the resources and manpower that were concentrated on the barrier train and airship to a preparedness for the final battle. We must complete strategic weapons and processes that can fight against both demons and foreign powers. If the budget is insufficient, request it from the Minister of Finance.”

“I will hurry as much as possible.”

Actur’s polite gesture, which was so faithful to imperial etiquette that it was unbecoming of a dwarf, accepted the order.

Then the Emperor, turning in Wickline’s direction, gave an order:

“I will also issue a general mobilization order to the Mystic Association. So that everyone can prepare for the final war, regardless of their origin or affiliation. If you can merge the Magic Tower, do it without causing as much discord as possible.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Arcadia’s perspective is not narrow, but this world is wider and more complex than that. Your role is important. “Whether it is a demon or a foreign body, we must go into war mode as soon as a sign is discovered.”

“I will follow your orders.”

Grand Mage Simon got down on one knee and bowed before answering.

The Emperor, who had ordered the two men, immediately turned to Declan, ordered him to remain alone, and then turned his back.

The emperor and the swordsman.

The gazes of those in power who were alone in a secret space crossed each other.

“Declen.”

The swordsman bowed in silence at the call and waited for the command.

“I need to meet the boy mentioned in your report. “I have set aside one day in my schedule for three months from now, so bring me to the imperial capital that day.”

“I will report to you via Director Corbin.”

“I understand. “You too, please leave now.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

When the swordsman left the room for the last time, the emperor blinked as he counted the only five minutes left. If it didn’t move, it had an inhuman appearance that made it look like a wax doll.

Silver hair and golden eyes.

A being that inherits the lineage and temperament of [The One Beloved by the World].

In the old days, the girl who would have been coveted by all gods flashed her dazzling eyes.

“?Ancestors, are you watching?”

Was it a disaster that the destruction that was certain when the founding emperor ended the era of dragons came in her era?

or not.

“If you are watching, please pray for the victory of our descendants.”

Laila, the 7th emperor of Arcadia, muttered softly.

fantasy,