Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Chapter 76: And then, Preparations for the Banquet (2)

"Your Excellency, Tullius. Congratulations on your promotion and elevation to the rank of marquis. I am truly delighted for you."

"Turiusu-kakka. Kono tabi wa kazou oyobi koushaku-i joshaku, makoto ni shuuchaku shigoku desu na."

"Margrave Doldran... You seem completely unenthusiastic. Try again."

"Dorudoran-henkyou haku... Kokoro ga mattaku komotte imasen ne, yarinaoshi desu."

Upon hearing my―Tullius Shernan Oubeniel's―indifferent response, the nobleman, who was a guest, visibly smiled wryly.

"Then, allow me to put it this way. You were outmaneuvered, yes?"

"Dewa, kou iwasete itadakimashou ka. Shite yararemashita na."

"Yes, indeed... He got me until the very end, that old man."

"Ee, hontou ni… saigo no saigo made yatte kuremashita yo, ano go-roujin wa."

He let out a sigh as if spitting out something sour that welled up in his mouth.

I, with my elbow on the desk and my head in my hands, was in the study of the Oubeniel Estate in the capital city. Until a few months ago, it belonged to my brother, the Count, but now it belonged to me, his younger brother, as the Marquis. To be frank, it wasn't a comfortable seat. The chair was old, impressive only in appearance, lacking in softness, and the desk prioritized ornamentation over functionality. Why should I be grateful for something like this?

It was supposed to be a victory celebration and a reward ceremony, but it ended up with an unexpected outcome. We gathered for this meeting to discuss the subsequent arrangements and other matters, but unfortunately, my mood as the host had tilted in the worst direction. I was not in the mood to discuss constructive topics for a while.

Amidst all this, there's one man who seemed puzzled and unable to bring up the topic of discussion.

"Hey, is it really such a bad thing? After all, you've been promoted, right?"

"Naa, sonna ni warui koto na no ka? Ichio, shusse shitan daro, anta?"

It was Due Schwarzer, the chief military officer of the family. As the head of the military division under me, I would like him to have just a bit of understanding of political matters. His statement sounded like that of an amateur.

"If you are seriously saying that, then I can't help but doubt your insight."

"Sore wa honki de osshatte iru no deshou ka. Deshitara, isasaka kenshiki o utagawazaru oemasen ga."

Those harsh words came from Uni. Despite her usual claim of being outside the realm of politics and publicly admitting so, she still understood the clumsiness of the situation. On the other hand Due held a public position in his work, so maybe it's good for him to be criticized more harshly.

Victor, who was standing by the side, also shrugged his shoulders lightly.

"Even Chief Maid-dono is quite strict. I agree with her sentiments, though."

"Chīfu meido-dono mo o kibishii. Kochira to shite mo doukan de wa arimasu ga."

"Ugh...! T-then, what's the meaning of all this?"

"Nugu...! Ja, jaa, dou iu koto datte nda yo?"

"At present, Lord Victor and the others are in the midst of establishing governance over the recently inherited Volden Province. And now, this new territory, Elpis-Roanne, is added to their responsibilities. While it is considered one region, strictly speaking, it comprises two provinces, right? If we say the current workload has tripled, it should be easy to understand the enormity of the challenges they've been presented with."

"Genjou demo vikutoru kyou-tachi ga, hikitsuida bakari no vorudan-shuu no touchi o kakuritsu shiyou to o honeori nasatte iru saichuudeshou. Soko e kite kono shin ryouchi desu. Erupisu roaanu wa hitotsu no chiiki to sa rete imasuga, genmitsu ni ieba shuu futatsu, deshita ka. Ima no shigoto-ryou ga san-bai ni naru to ieba, dore hodo no nanji o kasa reta ka wakari yasui to omoimasu."

This evaluation came from Uni. She pointed out that I had just inherited the province from my brother and was already struggling with the aftermath of the war in Volden. Yet, on top of that, I've been burdened with two new states. I had to establish governance structures in all three provinces, put them into practical operation, and achieve results that satisfied the superiors. It was truly absurd. Clearly, it was exceeding our capacity.

"That's not all. Elpis-Roanne has been a region that was part of St. Gallen for the past fifty years. Naturally, the officials governing that area were nobles from that country. ...When it was ceded to Arquell, I wonder how many of those individuals remained?"

"Sore dake dewa sumimasen yo. Erupisu roānu wa kono go juu-nenkan, zankutogaren no ichibudatta chiikidesu. Touzen, soko o osameru tame no yakunin mo ano kuni no kizoku... Arukueeru ni katsujou sa reta sai ni, sono mono tachi ga dore dake nokotte irudeshou ne?"

Victor sighed as he spoke. There's no obligation for the defeated nation to leave officials in the lands they're about to cede, to assist in the rule of the victorious nation. Most likely, they have been withdrawn. Still, there might be individuals with strong local ties who remain, but it's honestly unlikely that they'll behave cooperatively towards us.

Furthermore, the mindset of the people is also an issue. It wouldn't be easy for those who were St. Gallen residents until yesterday to readily accept that they were Arquell citizens today. The laws to be upheld, the language spoken, and the rulers to be revered are all different. How much time it would take for them to assimilate to our governance was uncertain.

As for the language... The official languages of the countries in the Ithuselah continent somewhat resembled the languages of the European countries that developed from Latin on Earth, so if you learn the foundation of one country's language, well, it becomes easier to quickly learn the languages of other nations. I'm a good example, having studied in St. Gallen in the past. Still, the effort and cost of education were significant.

The western half of that region was Arquell territory even fifty years ago. It's being reclaimed through this peace treaty. People might adapt quickly over there, but the eastern half is pure former St. Gallen territory. It was land immersed in the enemy nation until just recently. Governing it would be challenging.

Having explained all of that at length, Victor casted a fleeting glance in our direction.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency, but do you have any insights on other points of concern?"

"Shitsurei desu ga, kakka. Hoka no mondaiten ni tsuite o-kokoro atari wa gozaimasu ka?"

Even at a time like this, it seemed he was still testing me. Good grief, don't joke with me.

'Excuse me' isn't a preface that allows any kind of rudeness to be excused. It wouldn't hurt for him to consider my feelings a little.

While grumbling to myself, I extended one hand.

"Uni, bring me the map and writing materials."

"Yuni, chizu to kaku mono o."

"Here you go, Master."

"Kochira ni narimasu, goshujin-sama."

The map quickly spread out on the desk. Taking the fountain pen from Uni, I dipped the nib in ink and dropped it onto the map. First, I outlined the entirety of Volden, the territory I had inherited from my brother, with a line, emphasizing it.

"This is Volden, which I've just recently inherited from my brother. And the area added this time is――"

"Koko ga boku ga ani kara uketsuida bakari no vorudan. De, konkai kazou sa reta no ga kono――"

Next, I circled the plains that stretched beyond the mountains.

"――the Elpis-Roanne region ceded through the peace treaty. See, it's easy to understand like this, right? While they are adjacent in administrative terms, geographically, it's an enclave beyond the mountains. It's been isolated enough that people have thought for fifty years that there's no way an army would come across there for a surprise attack."

"――Kouwa jouyaku de katsujou sareta Erupisu-roānu chihou da. Hora, kou miru to wakari yasuidarou? Gyousei kubun-jou wa tonari atte iru keredo, chiri-teki ni wa yama mukou no tobichi na nda yo. Masaka guntai ga kore o koete kishuu shite wa konaidarou nante, go juu-nenkan mo kangae tsuzuke rareta kurai ni hedatatte iru."

It was impressive that the St. Gallen army managed to cross it so often. This narrow mountain path hadn't been properly maintained for over fifty years. Just being able to march through such a route was worthy of admiration. Well, for someone like me who was on the receiving end of attacks, it's nothing but a nuisance.

"The mountain path between Volden and the new territory... Even just traveling through this route normally is tough, and in winter, it becomes impassable due to snow. I'll be governing two regions that face difficulties in communication due to weather conditions for a quarter of the year, and sometimes even more. This alone is already beyond reasonable."

"Vorudan to shin ryouchi no aida no yama michi... kono rūto wa futsuu ni yukiki suru dake demo taihen datte iu no ni, fuyu ni nareba yuki de tsuukou funou ni naru. Ichinen no yonbun no ichi, kishou jouken ni yotte wa sore ijou no aida, shisha no ourai ni sura shishou ga aru futatsu no chiiki o touchi suru nda. Kore dake demo muri nandai tte reberu janai yo."

By the way, using teleportation magic to shorten travel time was a no-go. We tended to use it casually, but ≪Greater Teleport≫ was originally an advanced spell in the realm of high magic. If we're seen using it recklessly, it could become another source of trouble.

"Indeed, it's tough... -Right! If we follow the flat terrain, there should be no issue. It's inconvenient because it takes time, but――"

"Tashika ni taihen dewa aru ga yo... -souda, hirachi zutai ni ikeba mondainee daro. Jikan ga kakaru no wa fuben daga――"

Well, that's a rather shallow opinion. Look, Uni even gave an incredulous look. Her expressions didn't change much normally, so these slight shifts were quite noticeable. Eyes speak as much as words, indeed.

"When you say it takes time, do you have any idea how much time we're talking about? If you choose to go through the flat terrain, how many noble territories from Volden to Elpis-Roanne do you think you'll have to pass through? Each time, you might be delayed at checkpoints, and depending on circumstances, you might even need to negotiate with the lords themselves."

"Jikan ga kakaru to hitokoto de iimasu ga, doredake kakaru ka wa okangae desu ka? Heichi-bu o erande susumu baai, Vorudan kara Erupisu-Roanu ni itaru made, ittai nan-nin no kizoku no ryouchi o tsuuka suru no deshou? Sono tabi ni sekisho de ashidome sa retari, koto to shidai ni yotte wa ryoushu jishin to sesshou suru hitsuyou koto mo aru yamo shiremasen ne."

"Ah..."

Due opened his mouth wide in surprise after being pointed out by her.

The Kingdom of Arquell was a feudal nation. Nobles owned the people and the land, collecting revenue from them to manage their regions. But what if the peasants escape to another noble's territory? Tax income from that land decreased, and the lord couldn't sustain themselves. That's why lords regulated the movement of people through checkpoints to bind them to their own lands.

Of course, it's the nobles who blockade the borders of their territories with checkpoints, not the king. So, there's no need to pay a toll for passage. There's nothing to pay to equals.

However, even though there's no toll, there were other obligations. People from other territories were essentially foreigners to feudal nobles. Therefore, each time you pass through, a cumbersome diplomatic ritual was necessary. Sending letters of introduction, giving gifts, attending banquets, and so on and so forth... There's an overwhelming amount of things that need to be done.

The real issue was with Novion and Armand. These two must be passed through on every overland route, and both are major nobles with vast territories. You'll have to make some concessions. No matter how bothersome it is.

And,

"Moreover, the new territory faces St. Gallen across just one river. We can't stay peacefully behind the mountains as we used to. We'll need to organize and station troops, fortify our defenses against potential enemy invasions... In terms of military matters, we'll have to invest more effort than before. Even though armies are nothing but money-draining parasites that can't produce any profit."

"Sore ni shin ryoudo wa zankutogaren to kawa Ippon o hasande mukaiau kakkou da. Ima made mitai ni yama o kabe ni shite an'non to shite irarenai yo. Guntai o soshiki shite chuuryuu sasetari, teki shinkou ni sonaete yousai o seibi shi tari... gunji-men ni mo, ima made ijou ni chikara o hairenakya ikenai. Guntai nante, sore dake ja nanra rieki o umenai kanekuimushi datte iu no ni ne."

A new expenditure in the form of the military emerges. Until now, we've been managing internal affairs by reducing our own knight orders and fortifications, thus cutting down the costs of military affairs. But that approach won't work anymore. Not to mention, considering the preparations needed for St. Gallen, how much military power will be required? Thinking about the budget, even Laubert, who's currently back at Marlan, would be astonished.

"Yes, we can't afford any negligence in our military preparations. Your Excellency Tulius' heroic achievements in the Volden Campaign have been acknowledged, and you have been granted those lands. As such, the court expects you to contribute to the defense of the realm as well. If you do anything half-hearted, you can expect emissaries of inquiry to come knocking."

"Umu. Gunbi ni oite tenukari wa dekinu na. Turiusu kakka wa vorudan sen'eki no eiyuu-tekina senka o hyouka sare, ano chi o tamawatta. Dearu ijou, kokubou ni kiyo suru koto mo kyuutei kara kitai sarete iru hazu. Namanakana koto o shite wa, sugu ni kishin no shisha ga tonde koyou."

"...Margrave Doldran will likely be apprehended, too."

"...Dorudoran-henkyou haku mo, hotsoku, doumo."

This person, having served in border pacification for many years, seemed to have experienced the hardships of such matters quite a bit. There's a sense of reality lingering in the edges of his words.

However, the way the Margrave spoke had completely changed since that incident. While the Marquis and the Margrave were almost equal in terms of authority over the borders, the Marquis holds a higher rank in terms of formal status. It seems that the equal footing they previously shared is no longer the case. It's all very well-structured, but since this promotion is not something I desired, having it brought to my attention feels a bit stifling.

"And on top of having to handle this challenging task, we can't even expect support from other nobles."

"Demotte, konna ni muzukashii shigoto o konasakya naranai noni, hoka no kizoku no engo mo kitai dekinai."

"Why is that?"

"Nande mata?"

"Because I've been forced upon such a thing as a Marquis title."

"Koushaku-i nanka o oshitsukerareta kara ne."

As I spoke, I recalled what had happened just a little while ago. The gazes directed at me from the nobles gathered in the throne room during that declaration. They must have really disliked me. While I had never been well-liked to begin with, the emotions I used to receive were mostly condescension and disdain. Being treated lightly meant that while I might have been regarded as a bit of a fool, serious animosity wasn't directed my way. Except for a certain brother and a certain gramps.

However, gaining the Marquis title changed all that. With the exception of royalty, the prime minister, and dukes, only Marquises were conferred upon in our noble hierarchy. Apart from them, one could say that the Marquises represented the pinnacle of aristocratic society. Occupying such a high position, what was directed towards me were feelings of jealousy, hatred, and desires to erode my considerable fortune. Nothing but dangerous emotions that could easily lead to animosity and potential hostility.

Honestly, why did these people covet and desire something like this? Every one of them asserted with just their eyes that, Tullius Shernan Oubeniel was not worthy of the Marquis title. That they were more suitable than I was.

I'd have loved to say something like "If you want it so badly, take it," but unfortunately, it was by the gracious will of our king, His Majesty Charles VIII. I couldn't casually throw away the benevolence of our esteemed king. No noble would have believed anyone who acted in such a manner. Social credibility would have plummeted drastically. While I didn't really care about nobility interactions, it was painful that I wouldn't have been able to conduct proper business with merchants. After all, nobody would have invested in bad debt, so in order to consistently acquire experimental subjects and materials for research, there was no choice but to present oneself as a valuable asset.

"Is it really that significant?"

"Sonna ni daiji na no kai?"

"Yes, it's a major issue, Due-dono."

"Ee, ichidaiji desu yo Doue-dono."

Victor looked at Due, who seemed uneasy.

"The problem at hand isn't solely attributed to His Excellency, the notorious figure we have. It's about the hierarchy of the Oubeniel family itself within the noble society."

"Kono-ken no mondai wa, warera ga waru nadakaki kakka o-hitori dake ni ki suru mono dewa nai nodesu. Kizoku shakai ni okeru, ōbuniru-ke sono mono no joretsu ga tadasareteiru no desu yo."

That's quite a harsh way of putting it. Even though you could've used a little bit gentler remark.

"The Oubeniel family isn't composed of founding heroes. They belong to the category of newly elevated nobility, established around two hundred years ago. Even within families of the same rank, they've often been regarded as a step lower."

"Ōbuniru-ke wa kenkoku irai no koushinde wa naku, ni hyaku-nen hodo mae ni toritate rareta shinkou no burui ni zokusuru kizoku. Onaji shakui no ie no naka demo ichidan hikuku mi rareru koto ga ookattadeshou."

"Two hundred years... That's around the time the Federation was formed in St. Gallen. And you call that 'newly elevated'? What kind of joke is that? It's old enough."

"Ni hyaku-tte... zankutogaren de ieba renpou ga seiritsu shita bakari no koro ja nee ka. Sorede shinkou toka, dou iu joudan da? Juubun furui darou ga."

"Isn't it utterly ridiculous? However, that's the perspective of the nobles in the Arquell Kingdom. The older and more established, the higher their rank without question. ...It's absurd. Even wine becomes undrinkable after fifty years, yet they only appreciate things that are old."

"Honto ni bakagete iru darou? Demo, sore ga arukēru oukoku no kizoku-tachi no kachikan sa. Furukute yuisho aru hou ga, mondou muyou de joretsu ga takai... Bakabakashii. Wain datte go juu-nen mo sureba nometa mono janaku naru tte no ni, furui mono bakari o arigatagaru."

Saying that, I forcefully leaned back against the chair's backrest, bearing my weight rudely. There was an unpleasant creaking sound.

Of course, not all aspects of the values rooted in ancient bloodlines were negative. An extremely meritocratic and competitive society, by extension, indicated a state of ongoing instability. Attempting to resolve all arising problems solely through strength would naturally expend an immense amount of energy. In exchange, if history, tradition, and lineage were effective as authorities to stabilize society, there's no reason not to utilize them.

However, from what I've observed, the current Arquell Kingdom seemed to rely too much on authority, and it's as if they were suffering from hardening of the arteries. Even if there were positive aspects to it, it's clear that the system was malfunctioning.

Leaving that aside,

"Count Langogne in particular was giving me quite a look, wasn't he...? With that, the plan of using him as a way to intervene with the centralists is probably no longer viable."

"Toku ni rangōnyu-hakushaku nanka wa, erai me de nirande kure teta yo ne... Are jaa, kare o tsuujite chuuou shuuken-ha ni kainyuu shite iku tte saku wa, mou tsukaenai darou sa."

"He had quite an expression indeed. Most likely, he had some unfounded speculations about that old marquis and this time's Master's glory."

"Mono sugoi hyoujou o sarete oide deshita ne. Osoraku, ano go-roukou to konkai no goshujin-sama no eitatsu ni kanshite mo, aranu souzou o megurasete ita koto deshou."

As Uni pointed out, he probably thought that gramps and I were involved in some sort of secret deal. Honestly, what part of that damned old man he had been observing all this time? Lavallee moving to give away his territory to someone else? Of course it's just a way to catch his opponent off guard.

"Seriously, he's always preoccupied with unnecessary matters. If only he could channel that imagination into something else."

"Mattaku, yokei na koto bakari ni atama ga mawaru hito dayo ne. Sono souzou ryoku o motto betsu no men de ikaseba ii no ni."

"...Wait a moment. Why is Uni talking about Count Langogne as if she have seen him?"

"...Chotto mate. Doushite Yuni ga, rangōnyu toka iu hakushaku ni tsuite, mite kita mitee ni itte iru nda?"

What are you saying, Due? The answer to that is already predetermined, though?

"Do you think I'd leave Master alone?"

"Watashi ga goshujin-sama o o-hitori ni suru to omowaremasu ka?"

She had been assigned as my shadow guard and accompanied me into the palace, so it should be obvious.

Naturally, she must had been lurking in the shadows somewhere in the throne room, whether behind a pillar or above a chandelier. After all, I had plenty of enemies, and the king of this country was emotionally unstable. You never know what he might say. A palace like that, with its eerie atmosphere, was not a place you could just stroll into by yourself.

"I understand. I've asked quite a foolish question, even by my own standards."

"Nattoku shita. Warenagara bakana koto o kii chimatta ze."

"Well, normally it wouldn't make sense for someone to bring a shadow companion into the palace, especially slaves. What if they were to be noticed by those who care about status and etiquette?"

"Iya, futsuu wa oukyuu ni in kyou o tsurekomu nado, nattoku dekinu dearou... Tokuni dorei nado, mibun ya kakushiki ni urusai renchuu ni kidzukarereba koto dearu zo?"

"Your Excellency Margrave Doldran, this is the common sense of our master. Once we've been brainwashed, there's no escaping it. It might be best to get used to it quickly."

"Dorudoran-henkyou haku-kakka, kore ga waga shujin no joushiki na no desu. Sennou sareta ijou nogareru jutsu wa arimasen no de, o-hayaku nare rareru no ga tokusaku ka to."

Well, Victor was right. As long as I remain who I am, I couldn't do things any other way, so it's important for my allies to adapt to it.

...I got off topic.

"So, as a result of being burdened with such tasks and having our cooperation with other nobles cut off, that's the current situation. If things go well, we might be able to bring in someone like Count Chambery, but the chances are slim. A Marquis with control over three provinces would be too big for him to control, so he'd likely want to cut it down and distribute the fruits of profit."

"Sou iu wake de, kadai bakari oshitsuke rareta ageku ni, hoka no kizoku to no renkei o tachikirareta no ga genjou na no sa. Umaku ikeba shanberi hakushaku kurai wa hikikomeru kamo shirenai keredo, nozomi-usuda ne. Sanshuu taishu no koushaku tomo nareba, kyodai sugite koumori no te ni wa amaru. Kiritaoshite rieki to iu kajitsu o bunpai shiyou to suru darou."

"What about the decentralist's faction? They were originally enemies of the centralists, and you approached them because you saw an opening, right? If you align with the local nobles this time――"

"Chihou bunken-ha wa? Motomoto shuuken-ha to wa kataki doushi de, suki ga mieta kara chikazuita dake nandaro? Kondo wa chihou kizoku to kuttsukeba――"

"No good. A newly established Marquis with control over three provinces, and a family that's risen to prominence only two hundred years ago――do you really think those folks would willingly accept us as allies? Moreover, I already have my own faction. While the decentralist faction might sound good, they're essentially just idiotic locals who hate the centralist faction, gathered together. They'll try to cut into the profits of our territories, dismantle my faction, and only think about enriching themselves in the process."

"Dame da ne. Shuu o mittsu mo motsu arata na koushaku, shikamo ie ga dekite ni hyaku-nen teido no nariagari nante, renchuu ga sunao ni nakama ni irete kureru to omou kai? Shikamo boku ni wa sudeni jimae no habatsu ga aru. Bunken-ha to ieba kikoe wa ii kedo, shosen wa chuuou shuuken-ha nikushi de yori atsumatta, chihou no yoku boke-domo sa. Ryouchi no riken ni kuikomi, boku no habatsu o kaitai shi, sorede jibun-tachi o uruosu koto shika kangaenai darou."

Would gatherings of well-established corporations easily accept a newly emerging company led by a young CEO as part of their profit-sharing community in their industry? No, probably not. They'd first try to put a collar on it and tame it, or dismantle it for their own gain. In other words, that was the situation. Rivals who were newcomers and haven't been in the game for long were seen as nothing but protruding nails. The norm was to hit them as much as possible.

I had cut ties from the centralists. Engaging with the decentralists had become too costly at this point. It's a tight spot.

"If we think about it, the situation has become quite dire, huh... Maybe it's worth considering even starting a rebellion?"

"Kangaete mirya, zuibun to hidoi joukyou ni natchimatta na... Isso no koto, hanran demo okoshite miru ka?"

Due spoke half-jokingly, which meant he's also half-serious.

I understood the sentiment. I, too, would love to just tear down this country. The gray monkeys screeching on the throne, puppets manipulated by the dead shadows, and the rest of the riffraff. Being swayed by such people and wasting time for valuable research is intolerable, and I was afraid of getting sick from the stress. So the option of rebellion is quite appealing. It would be satisfying to break all the shackles and crush all the sources of frustration, to flatten everything out.

However, it's impossible. That schemer's final plan wouldn't easily crumble from just a little rash action.

"...Oi oi, Due Schwarzer. Can't you read a map?"

"...Oi oi, Doūe Shubarutsā. Kimi ni wa chizu ga yomenai no kai?"

"Huuh?"

"Aang?"

"Here, look. I'll make some marks so that even you can understand it easily."

"Hora, mite mi na yo. Ima, kimi ni mo wakari yasuku kakikomi o shite yarukara sa."

While speaking, I added new information to the map.

Doldran, Alrez, and other nobles who were subjected to brain manipulation and joined under my command. I encircled their territories with lines, marking the boundaries between their holdings and those of other factions. When I connected them to my own territories...

"...Look, from Elpis-Roanne to Doldran, there's a single elongated belt extending east to west. Looking at it this way, you can see that my influence is mostly concentrated in the southern part of the kingdom, right?"

"...Hora, Erupisu-Roānu kara Dorudoran made, touzai ni hosonagaku nobiru ippon no beruto no dekiagari da. Koushite miru to, boku no seiryoku wa daitai oukoku no nanpou ni shuuchuu shite iru no ga wakaru darou?"

"Now that you mention it, yeah."

"Iwarete mireba, soudakedo yo."

"So, let's say I initiate a rebellion. It's just a what if. First, the royal regular army will come from the north."

"De, boku ga hanran o okoshita to suru. Suruto, da. Mazuwa kita kara oukoku seiki-gun ga semete kuru."

Drawing a large arrow from the capital city southward, I then created branches extending to the west, reaching Doldran's border. Additionally, I extended ink from the Armand Duke's territory toward Elpis-Roanne.

"Next is the south. The Omnia Empire... Ultimately, this war didn't allow for reinforcements from them to arrive in time. They only sent some monks to treat the wounded and bury the dead. But well, technically they are allies of the Arquell Kingdom. If the rebellion were to drag on, they'd surely send some sort of aid."

"Tsugi ni minami. Omunia koukoku... Kekkyoku, konkai no sensou wa zouen mo nani mo maniawanakatta ne. Bousan o yokoshite fushou-sha no chiryou ya senshi-sha no maisou o shita kurai da. Demo maa, ichiou wa arukēru oukoku no doumei kuni dakara sa. Moshi hanran ga chouki-ka shitara, engun no hitotsu demo okutte kuru ni chigainai."

Drawing a thick arrow from the southern peninsula towards Volden, I also added small branching arrows to the southern coastal regions, including the territory of Baron Alrez.josei

"Omnia... It's troublesome that the Second Knights' Commander was sent there as a candidate for Holy Knight. It's likely to create some estrangement between her and Master, and she might even have been given the role of being a liaison between that country and the kingdom. But it's not easy to dispose of her before her departure."

"Omunia... dai ni kishidanchou-sama ga sei kishi kouho to shite okurarete shimatta no mo yakkai desu ne. Goshujin-sama ni kakui o motsu kata ga ken'i made ete shimaware masu shi, jutchuuhakku ano kuni to oukoku to no renraku-yaku no nin mo obite imashou. Ka to itte, tokou mae ni shobun suru no mo muzukashii ka to."

"Even Uni is starting to understand politics quite well... I'm sure this is also one of the old man's arrangements, isn't it?"

"Yuni mo nakanaka seiji ga wakatte kita janai ka... kitto kore mo, jii-san no tekubari no hitotsu da ne."

Even if she was a candidate, if it were to come to light that we killed or brainwashed a highly esteemed holy knight, we would end up picking a fight with a religious authority head-on. Omnia would transition from a virtual opponent to a complete enemy. I remembered that the late marquis had connections there as well. It wouldn't be strange if he had intended to recommend and send a knight with influence as a holy knight candidate, to serve as a wedge for influencing the upper echelons of Omnia.

Setting that aside...

"And then there's St. Gallen Federation. They surely want to reclaim Elpis-Roanne that they yielded to us. On top of that, after the scorched earth tactics and trench warfare in Volden, they've been given a taste of their own medicine, so to speak."

"Soshite, zankutogaren renpou oukoku. Koitsu-ra mo katsujou shite shimatta Erupisu-roānu o torikaeshitai darou. Omake ni vorudan ja shoudo sakusen dano zangou-sendanode, bokura ni itai me o mise rarete irukara ne."

"Moreover, the stigma of the scorched earth tactics has been attributed to them. They must bear a deep grudge."

"Sono ue, shoudo sakusen no omei wa achira ni tenka shimashita kara na. Urami kotsuzui deshou."

"Shut up, Victor... So naturally, if a rebellion occurs in the Arquell Kingdom, they will immediately intervene directly. In this case, the odds of them siding with me are low. It's probably impossible even if we betray the kingdom and ask, 'We're no longer Arquell nobles, please let us join you,' isn't it?"

"Urusai yo, vikutoru... Dakara touzen, arukēru oukoku de hanran to nareba sokuji chokusetsu kainyuuda. Kono baai, boku no mikata ni mawaru kousan wa hikui. Osoraku kocchi ga oukoku o uragitte, 'arukēru kizoku yamemashita, kyou kara nakama ni irete kudasai' tte tanonde mo muri darou."

Speaking of which, I wonder if there was a past incident where I got into a conflict with a noble's son from over there and got expelled from the academy, I thought while continuing my work. Two lines extended from the federal capital of the Federation's main city, Grandonbourg, and the southern federal constituent state of the Kingdom of Baharia. These lines were combined into a single large arrow.

And how about that?

On the map, the image of my territory being surrounded from all sides by the four major countries was depicted.

"See, look? Among the Four Great Nations, three of them are turned into enemies at the beginning of this major war. Moreover, there's no safe zone at the rear due to our location. It's going to be a brutal battle, isn't it?... Do you really want to engage in such a fight?"

"Hora, goran? Shi-taikoku no uchi, jitsuni san-kakoku mo teki ni mawashite no dai sensou no hajimari da. Kuwaete, ricchi-teki ni kouhai to naru anzen chitai ga mattaku nai. Hidoi tatakai ni narisou da nee... Kimi, konna tatakai ga yaritai no kai?"

I asked with a convulsing, strained smile on my face. The scene imagined from the map was enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable. While Due might have a battle-hungry side to him, he generally had a sensible way of thinking. It was hard to believe that he would willingly engage in such a foolish battle.

Naturally, he made a grim expression in response to my question.

"...You can't be serious. This won't even turn into a proper fight. We'll just be tortured to death."

"Joudan ja nee. Kore ja koroshiai ni mo naranee darouga. Tada naburigoroshi ni sareru dake da."

"That's right. To add more, this time around, St. Gallen will be sending their best forces directly under the royal family's command. It's a genuine, continent's strongest army, far beyond the mishmash of the confederate states we faced in Volden. Just dealing with the entire nation of Arquell is already a daunting task, but with Omnia aiming at us from behind, we'll also get hit from the side by those guys. Anyone who can find joy in this situation must be quite twisted, more than just a mere masochist. They'd be a true harbinger of destruction."

"Sou iu koto da ne. Sara ni iu nara, zankutogaren mo kondo to iu kondo wa, oukimike chokkatsu no sai seiei o kuridashite kuru. Vorudan de yariatta ryouhou shokoku no konsei-gun nante hikaku ni mo naranai, honmono no tairiku saikyou guntai no odemashi sa. Arukēru ichi kuni o aitedoru dake demo taihen nanoni, omunia ni ushirokara neraware nagara, sonna renchuu ni yoko kara bunnagurarerunda. Kore de yorokoberu youna ningen wa, mazo dokoro janai. Tannaru hametsu shugi-sha da yo."

Of course, I was different. I absolutely hated destruction and pain. My preference was quite the opposite. I wanted to continue living in eternal peace and happiness.

So, knowing that I'll be driven into such a battlefield, there's no way I could start a rebellion.

"...It's truly well-crafted. As expected of the final work of the kingdom's top strategist. In this situation, I have no choice but to focus on internal affairs to prevent my territory from falling apart, prepare our defenses to not show any vulnerabilities to neighboring countries, and stay quiet to avoid punishment from the capital. I'm forced to work diligently for the sake of this kingdom."

"...Hontou ni yoku dekite iru yo. Sasuga wa oukoku dai ichi no sakushi no isakuda. Kore jaa boku wa, ryouchi o hatan sa senai you naisei ni hagemi, ringoku ni suki o misenai you gunbi o totonoe, outo no renchuu kara chuubatsu o ukenai you otonashiku shite iru shika nai. Kono oukoku no tame ni, kenmei ni tsukusanakya ikenaku natta wake da."

It's the realization of the centralists' ideal of "local nobles working to fulfill the wishes of the capital." And it's me of all people who became that.

Just thinking about it, that old man's smug face seemed to appear before my eyes. At this point, the wrinkled face that should be covered by a coffin, sealed by a tombstone, must be mocking me as if saying, "See that? This is what you've become."

Like a ghost. How tactless.

As I sink into melancholy, I saw Margrave Doldran gently stroke his chin.

"However, I can't fathom it. The strategy of burdening His Excellency Tullius with such a heavy load. How did that old fox manage to play this hand? By predicting your actions at the ceremony through recognizing the pre-established will, he secures the legitimacy of this forced imposition... But isn't this kind of manipulation full of too many uncertain elements?"

"Shikashi, hogusenu na. Turiusu-kakka ni kore dake no ni o showa seru to iu saku. Ano furugitsune-me wa, doushite kono youna te o uteta no da? Arakajime yuigon o mitomu shita tame, shikiten no ba de no kyou no koudou o atete miseru koto de, murioshi no seitou-sei o kakuho suru... kono youna tekubari, fukakutei youso ga oo sugiyashimai ka?"

That loud-voiced Prime Minister said that that old man Lavallee had recommended me as the Marquis of Elpis-Roanne in his will and predicted that I would take an action befitting such a weighty responsibility. At first glance, it might seemed baffling how he could have known that.

But well, the trick was quite simple.

Da ga, maa, torikku wa kantan da.

"...Were there really just one will?"

"...Yuigon wa, hatashite hontou ni ittsuu nomi datta no deshou ka?"

When Uni said this, the Margrave and Victor, along with Due, widened their eyes as they looked at her.

I didn't really care. I had already figured out something like that.

Boku wa dou demo ii. Sono kurai no koto wa wakatteita.

"Preemptively speculate on actions that would likely be taken by Master and record multiple scenarios in writing. Send them to the Prime Minister, and only adopt the wills that match the actual events that transpired. As for the letters containing incorrect predictions, he can burn them later, and no one will know their content."

"Arakajime, goshujin-sama no o-tori ni nari-souna koudou o suiryou shi, fukusuu no patān o shomen ni shirushimasu. Sore o saishou-sama ni okuri, sono naka kara jissai ni okotta dekigoto ni atehamaru yuigon dake, saiyou sureba yoroshii deshou. Soshite hazureta yogen ga kaka reta tegami wa, nochihodo yakisutereba darenimo naiyou wa wakarimasen."

When you thought about it, it's a simple trick to deceive children. However, when this was executed by the Kingdom's Prime Minister, Duke Rochebourg, and the setting was before the King's very presence, that was where the cunning side lies.

Even if someone claimed it's a lie or a fraud, the Prime Minister could simply reach into his pocket, pick out a piece of paper, and present it to the courtiers to confirm Marquis Lavallee's prediction. If it's someone skeptical, they might notice that there were multiple wills. But who in the world could lay their hands inside the pocket of a Prime Minister as well as a Duke right in front of the King sitting on the throne? No matter how much you accuse him of fraud, the evidence was within the greatest sanctum of this country. It couldn't be helped.

"Ugh... certainly."

"Nuu... tashika ni."

"B-but what if Master didn't take actions that would lead to such a ridiculous reward? What if you just followed protocol and received the designated reward without doing anything extraordinary?"

"Da, da ga yoo, moshi goshujin ga, konna bakageta onshou o yareru youna koudou o okosanakattara dou suru nda? Futsuu ni nani mo sezu, sahou-doori ni kime rareta onshou dake morau you ni ugoitara?"

"...In that case, His Excellency would have met with ruin, I imagine."

"...Sore o sureba, kakka wa hametsu shiteita deshou ne."

Victor said with a pale face.

"Likely, if His Excellency followed the pattern Due-dono had said, the reward would involve not a simple increase, but a change of fief. Separating him from Marlan, which he'd nurtured, and moving him whether to Elpis-Roanne or the territory of a fallen noble. Then, they would burden him with impossible tasks and eventually dismantle his position. Considering that... it's frustrating, but our current situation is likely the best."

"Osoraku, Doue-dono ga iwa reru patān de ugoita baai no onshou wa, tanjun na kazou dewanaku kunigae to naru hazu. Vorudan, ie, teshio ni kakete sodateta Maruran kara kirihanashite, Erupisu-Roānu demo, kaieki sa reta kizoku no ryouchi ni demo ii kara betsu no tochi e to oshikomu. Sono go, kochira ga narenai tochi no touchi ni temadoru aida, nanya kanya to muri nandai o oshitsukete tori tsubusu. Sore o omoeba... kuyashii koto desu ga, genjou ga sairyou no burui deshou na."

"By obtaining tax exemption for the Volden state and also being entrusted with a role in national defense, it leaves me limited in my movements. Conversely, the palace can't take hasty actions against me either."

"Vorudan-shuu no menzei o kachitotta shi, kokudo bouei no ikkaku mo ninawasarete iru kara ne. Sou naru to boku mo ukatsu ni ugokenai shi, gyaku ni oukyuu no soba mo heta ni kirenai."

"No, wait. If they could do something like that, why even bother with the prophecy and reward? Why not just use the prediction as a pretext to execute you for breaking the etiquette? It would be the easiest solution for old man Lavallee."

"Iya, mate yo. Sonna mane ga dekirun nara, onshou ga dou no toka yaru hitsuyou wa nee daro? Goshujin ga rei no mondou no sahou o yaburu tte yogen shite, sore o koujitsu ni burei uchi de shokei surya ii. Ravare no jii-san ni totcha, ichiban raku na houhou ja nee ka."

As always, Due seemed to be missing the point. I inadvertently let out a sigh.

"You know, who do you think I am? I'm the man who burned the capital down to survive. That old man already knew that, ages ago... So, doing something like that is out of the question."

"Ano nee, kimi wa boku o dare da to omotte iru ndai? Jibun ga ikinokoru tame ni outo datte yaita otoko da. Sono koto wa ano jii-san datte, tokku ni gozonji da yo... Dakara, sonna koto wa dekinai."

"Huh?"

"Aan?"

"Because, you see, if they tried to kill me then and there... they'd end up getting killed instead. The king, the prime minister, and other major nobles."

"Datte, ano ba de boku o korosou to shitara sa... gyaku ni korosarechau janai ka. Kono kuni no chuusuu dearu koku-ou, saishou, sonota dai-kizoku no menmen ga sa."

Saying that, I looked at Uni. My most trusted sword, which had infiltrated the royal palace that day to protect me from the shadows.

"Rather than the country killing me, I'd destroy the country. That's the kind of person I am, and old man Lavallee must have known that too. If they make a move to take me out, I'll turn the whole board upside down with a move that'll bring everything crashing down. So, he decided to just set the stage for a checkmate eventually."

"Kuni ga boku o korosu kurai nara, boku ga kuni o buttsubusu. Sōiu otoko datte, ravu~are no jīsan wa shitte ita darou sa. Heta ni oote o kakeru to, banmen-goto hikkurikaesu youna mane o shidekasu. Dakara, izure tsumi ni itaru fuseki o utsu dake de yoshi to suru koto ni shita nda yo."

That old cunning man's annoying trait was that he never loses his cool even when facing his own death. Instead, he calmly makes calculated moves to control the situation. Those who were consumed by their schemes might attempt to kill their arch-nemesis out of desperation as their time runs out. As a result, they'll try to defile the ideals that they should protect and bring about a result that puts the cart before the horse.

However, Lavallee was steering in a direction to limit my movements so that I couldn't further erode the kingdom. He cut my ties with other nobles with rank strikes, thwarting any opportunities for brainwashing, and keeping me occupied with domestic and defense matters. As long as I quietly fulfill the imposed obligations, there's no immediate danger. At least, for a while.

"If I were merely a local noble who used Margrave Doldran as a parasol, then they might have tried to win me over and make me an ally, perhaps even tried to incorporate me by offering rewards. But when my status escalates to that of a Marquis, it's a different story. If I'm integrated carelessly, both the centralist and decentralist factions would be wary of me, fearing that I might engulf their factions. In the worst case, two major forces that were once sworn enemies could join forces against me."

"Boku ga Dorudoran-henkyou haku o higasa ni shite iru chihou kizoku teido nara, mekoboshi mo sareta darou shi, umaku mikata ni tsukeyou to yakki ni mo natta darou. Keredo shindai ga koushaku ni made fukure agaru to dame da. Ukatsu ni kumikomeba habatsu o nomikomare kanenai to, chuuou mo chihou mo sensenkyoukyou ni naru. Heta o sureba, fugutaiten datta hazu no ni dai seiryoku ga te o kunde, boku o kougeki shi hajime kanenai."

"If you dislike that outcome, then serve the kingdom. If you're a dog rather than a wolf, I will keep you as a pet. There's an old saying, 'When the crafty hare dies, the hound is boiled.' However, as long as there is prey like St. Gallen, the fate of the hound should be secure... This is the true will that the old man has left for His Excellency."

"Sore ga iya nara, mikuni no tame ni houkou seyo. Ookami dewanaku inu naraba katte yarou. Korai, koutoshishite souku niraru to iu. Daga zankutogaren to iu emono ga iru ijou, souku no mi no ue wa antai dearou... konna mono ga, ano roujin no hontou no――kakka ni muketa yuigon dearimashou."

Victor concluded, and a heavy silence filled the room.

As if the withered hand of the deceased old man had covered his mouth from below the grave.

Before long, Due scratched his head and broke the silence.

"How can I put it... He managed to escape in victory, huh. That old man."

"Nante iu ka... Kachi-nigesareta na, ano jii-san ni."

Those words seemed to hit Victor hard, and he lowered his head, as expected.

The illegitimate child who resented and hated Lavallee for abandoning his mother and himself, aspiring to surpass his detestable father. Yet, it seemed that he was denied that opportunity, and Lavallee managed to escape through the guise of natural death. Perhaps these were the thoughts that plagued Victor.

Aah, how――

Aa, nante――

"――Ridiculous."

"――Bakabakashii."

"Y-Your Excellency?"

"Ka, kakka?"

"W-What happened to you suddenly? Master..."

"Ki, kyuu ni nanda yo? Goshujin..."

Both Due and Victor were making me laugh.

Escaped in victory? Couldn't surpass your father after all? Can't we put an end to this foolish sentimentality?

"Don't talk nonsense, Due. There's no time to be down, Victor. Honestly, you two are letting yourselves be too influenced by the old man's shadow."

"Baka na koto o iu na yo, Doūe. Ochikondeiru hima wa nai darou, Vikutoru. Mattaku, futari tomo jii-san no kage ni furimawasare sugi da yo."

"Yes, Master... It's frustrating to have him pass away before we could repay the debt we owed him. However, it's true that his elderly body had run out of options to respond to changing circumstances. After all, humans can't take action once they're dead."

"Hai, goshujin-sama... Kari o okaeshi suru mae ni mimakarareta no wa kuyashiku arimasu. Ga, o routai ni wa kore ijou, joukyou no henka ni taishi utsu te ga nakunatta no mo jijitsu desu. Ningen, shineba te o ugokasenai nodesu kara."

"Exactly. You'd have to sell your soul to a monster and become an undead or the likes."

"Sou. Mamono ni tamashii o utte, andeddo ni demo naranakya ne."

With a joking tone, I nodded in agreement with Uni's words.

No matter how I tried to phrase it, that old man passed away before he could completely drag me down. I might be on a board that could lead to a checkmate, but as for Lavallee... he's dropped out of the game.

So, if we were talking about winning or losing,

"I'm the winner. The old man died, and I'm still alive... Am I wrong, you two?"

"Katta no wa boku da. Jii-san wa shinde, boku wa ikite iru ndakara ne... Chigau kai, futari tomo?"

"That's..."

"Sore, wa..."

"That's a bit too much of a sore loser, isn't it?"

"Sasuga ni chotto, make oshimi ga sugirun ja nee no?"

Victor seemed to regain some spirit, but Due was still as clueless as ever. Seriously, he really didn't get it, did he?

"After all, who's left in this country after the old man? A senile king and a now its strings have broken puppet-like prime minister. The centralists don't have a clear successor for their leader, and the decentralists are just a gathering of nobles seeking their own territory's interests. My elder brother is sent to a monastery, Margrave Doldran is on my side... There are still plenty of obstacles, but the only real enemy, Lavallee, is gone due to old age. Luck might have played a part, but I've won."

"Datte, jii-san no nochi ni kono kuni ni wa dare ga nokotte iru? Mouroku shita ou-sama ni, kondo koso ito no kireta ayatsuri ningyou no saishou. Chuuou shuuken-ha wa ryoushuu no koukei-sha ga meikaku janaku, bunken-ha wa kekkyoku ji ryou no rieki o motomeru kizoku no yoriai de shika nai. Ani-ue wa shuudouin okuri de, Dorudoran-henkyou haku wa boku no mikata... uzou muzou no shougai-mono wa mada mada aru keredo, yuiitsu teki to ieru Ravare wa jumyou-gire de inaku natta. Un yoku to wa ie, boku wa katta."

Certainly, I seemed to be surrounded and cornered. Politically, I was isolated from the two major factions within the country and strategically, under the pressure of three powerful nations.

However, making all these elements cooperate required time and connections that were sorely lacking. The centralists and decentralists might have viewed me as an enemy, but they would have needed to set aside their mutual grudges and join forces. Such a maneuver wasn't something that could happen overnight. Especially when the current head of the centralists was Count Langogne, of all people.

Being wedged between Arquell, Omnia, and St. Gallen might have seemed concerning, but I should only have worried about it if I had decided to rebel. As long as I focused on domestic affairs and research, turning my back on power struggles, there was nothing to worry about. St. Gallen might have held a grudge, but they had enough trouble between the Grand King's household and the federal states. Their top priority should have been addressing the aftermath of their defeat and tidying up their own country. Turning my attention to Arquell would have had to wait a little longer.

For a while, I wouldn't have been able to move significantly, but the nuisances wouldn't have been able to move either.

Lavallee indeed managed to showcase a remarkable plan. A truly remarkable... desperate struggle.

"If that old man wants to claim victory from beyond the grave, I'm happy to concede it. Yes, indeed, you 'once' managed to defeat me... like that. But after that, even though I would have my turn, Lavallee wouldn't have his. In a game where the stakes are survival, only those who are still living can participate. This way, the game literally wouldn't be a match."

"Jii-san ga haka no shita kara jibun no shouri o shuchou suru nara, kokoro yoku mitomete yaru tomo. Ee, sou desu, tashika ni anata wa “ikkai” boku ni kachimashita ne... tte sa. Dakedo, kono ato ni boku no tān wa atte mo, Ravare no deban wa mawatte konai. Ikinokori o kaketa gēmu ni wa, ima o ikite iru mono shika sanka dekinai ndakara. Kore jaa, mojidoori shoubu ni naranai jaa nai ka."

"If I may explain a bit further――"

"Sarani to tasa sete itadakimasureba――"

Came Uni's voice.

"――That Marquis seemed to have forgotten a fact that should not be overlooked. What would happen if he were to offer territory to Master for the sake of his machinations."

"――Ano koushaku wa, miotosubeki dewa nai jijitsu o wasurete oraremasu. Bouryaku no tame ni goshujin-sama ni ryouchi o kenjitara, nani ga okoru no ka o."

Now that it was mentioned, it was true. The beginning of my involvement in this power struggle could be traced back to my brother, Linus, making me a Marlan's viscount. Thanks to that, I obtained Drei from Canales, secretly built a lab underground, and concealed beings like Charl and Fem as my pawns in hidden places. And now, it had escalated to me becoming a Marquis with three states. It's one thing to be extravagant, but this was going a bit far.

Upon hearing our words, Victor trembled slightly.

"Heh heh, I see... so it's about the living winning, is it? A mistake on that man's part! Hahaha, I got it now! I don't have any reason to be disheartened, do I? This is a masterpiece...!"

"Kuku, naruhodo... ikite iru mono no kachi, desu ka. Ano otoko no miotoshi desu ka! Hahaha, tashikani! Watashi ga ki o otosu riyuu nado, nani mo nai dewa nai desu ka! Kore wa kessaku da...!"

It seemed our encouragement was well received. He showed us a cheerful smile.

Even Margrave Doldran, while stroking his beard in that characteristic manner, chimed in.

"Your Excellency's arguments may be extreme, but they hold a point... It's only by being alive that flowers can bloom. Rather than being captivated by flowers of death or vengeance, it might be more constructive."

"Kyoura no ben wa kyokuron dewa aru ga... ikite ireba koso hanami mo sakou to iu mono. Shinibana, ada hana no rui ni me o ubawareru yori ka wa, kensetsu-teki dearu kamo na."

"Indeed. Everything requires being alive, after all, doesn't it?"

"Sou desu tomo. Nani goto mo ikiteite koso, desho?"

I raised the corner of my mouth and shrugged my shoulders.

Of course, the situation was still dire. I was placed on a precarious board where one wrong move could lead to collapse. However, there was no longer anyone in this country who can seal my fate from there.

The biggest mistake of George Henry Lavallee, the Marquis, was not in burdening me with unnecessary strength to place a heavy load on me. It was in failing to prepare a proper successor, whether in terms of bloodline or ideology. The grandson to inherit the title of Marquis wasn't granted succession until his grandfather was on the verge of turning eighty, and his faction, the Centralists, as you can see, was in disarray. If he didn't intend to live forever like me, then not having preparations in that area was a major oversight.

However, the man who was probably the most qualified successor candidate in terms of talent and ideology was under my command and laughing heartily.

Ah, finally, my mood was starting to settle. I felt like I'm finally returning to my usual self.

That's right, there's no need to be irritated. I mentioned it earlier as well, but in this country, my only enemy was Lavallee. Now that he's gone, the others could be dealt with given enough time. It's frustrating that I had to reduce the time to researching immortality, but this too was necessary for my survival. It can't be helped.

"As we've been talking for a while, my throat has become dry."

"Nagabanashi shite iru to, nodo ga kawaichatta na."

"Understood. Please wait a moment."

"Kashikomarimashita. Shoushou omachi o."

And so, as usual, Yuni went to prepare tea for me. Since Margrave Doldran was also here, she probably needed to bring some wine and snacks as well.

And my future as well was just like that. The same as always, same as before, it's just that there are a few new tasks to take care of. Completely normal progress. It's just that the annoying miscellaneous things have increased.

...Too bad for you, old man. If this were a game of nobles you were good at, you would have ended up winning. Even without a final move to seal my fate, once a siege net of this size had been laid, there's no going forward, no second chances. But I was, above all, an alchemist. My noble status was just an afterthought. No matter how disgraceful or shameful it was, as long as I survived and reached eternity, it's my victory. For that, I didn't care if I crushed territories, power, people, nobles, kings, or even the country itself like slaves. The foundation of our game is different... that's why you and I can't be matched in this contest.

Farewell, my first enemy who appeared in my second life. In this world without you, I have won without even fighting you. So, old man, you can peacefully go to the afterlife, still basking in your triumph.

While waiting for Uni to return, I closed my eyes and silently offered a prayer.

I hope that troublesome enemy wouldn't turn into a ghost and wandering back into this world.

And also――

(――Even that old man could die, huh. Even though I thought he'd keep living stubbornly until I kill him.)

(――Jii-san mo shinu nda na. Boku ga korosu made wa, oujougiwa waruku ikite iru to omotte ita no ni.)

I hope I could ignore the small lump that remained in my heart.

By thinking that death was merciless and equal, I hope I could avert my eyes from it.

~~~

The capital city of St. Gallen Federation was situated in the eastern region where the forest gave way to an open plain.

It was the city of Gallerin, also the capital city of The Federation's dominant league, The Great Kingdom of Grandenburg.

The distinctive feature of its landscape could be summed up in one word: simplicity. It lacked the profound historical sentiment of the imperial capital Omnia, the artistic delicacy of the Arquell Kingdom's capital, Broussonne, or the mysterious landscapes seen in the capital of Morbaehr, Heptark. However, the cityscape, filled with functional beauty crafted through meticulous urban planning, managed to seamlessly juxtapose the dual elements of ruler's authority and vibrant common life within the gray stone streets.

The city was divided into a grid-like pattern radiating outward from a central avenue. At night, this grid was illuminated by numerous tall magical lamps set up along the streets. Parks teeming with greenery provided solace to the citizens. The city featured various elaborately designed buildings such as theaters, concert halls, art galleries, public halls, schools, churches, and other structures. These elements added vibrancy to the meticulously planned cityscape, preventing it from becoming monotonous.

An orderly metropolis. This might have been the most succinct phrase to describe the city of Gallerin.

However, an unusual disturbance hung over the well-organized city at this moment.

It wasn't a crisis. People on the streets showed no signs of alarm, and shops continued their trade as usual.

Yet, the scene unfolding in the city today was remarkable enough to draw astonishment.

Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers marching down the central avenue. A mounted officer led the march, followed by foot soldiers in ceremonial attire. Despite their decorative outfits, they were armed—spear and bow. A military force equipped with spears and bows marched through the city in an intimidating display. Cavalry units advanced at evenly spaced intervals beside them, and in the middle of the formation, sorcerers on chariot-like carriages showcased their presence.

It was a military parade.

As we know, St. Gallen had previously suffered defeat in the Volden Campaign. However, their behavior resembled that of a victorious army on a triumphant march. Curiously, most citizens watching the procession didn't seem to condemn it. Universally, they praised the splendor of the marching royal procession, placed faith in its strength, and didn't doubt its military prowess.

To capture their perplexing psychology in a single sentence:

――The defeated were not our own country.

In Volden, the army that fell behind the count of the neighboring country was, after all, a second-tier force composed of troops from various territories united together. Compared to the Grandenburg Kingdom's elite forces directly under the royal family, they were nothing more than inferior foot soldiers. While there might be a sense of mockery for their incompetence, there was no room for anger, sorrow, or regret. As evidence, look at our army now, proudly displaying its imposing figure here. The ones who lost are from the same St. Gallen, but from the perspective of the citizens of Gallerin, they are a different country's army... It's the distortion of national identity due to the federation where multiple nations have come together.

From an outsider's viewpoint, it might seem odd, but from the perspective of the people of Grandenburg residing in Gallerin, it's natural. It might be strange to others but it was a matter of course for those belonging to the Grandenburg Kingdom living in Gallerin. From the balcony overlooking the street, there was a group of people who watched the procession.

"Well, well, as expected from St. Gallen, or rather, the elite royal army. Impressive equipment and discipline, indeed."

"Hahaha. To receive such praise is a credit to the soldiers as well. It's the pinnacle of honor."

"With this army unleashed, we might be able to reclaim the ceded territories in a single day."

"Ceded territories? Well, our Grandenburg and the Heidelberg Royal Family have not dedicated even an inch of land to other nations, I must say."

"Oh, my apologies. It was the members of the territories who, unfortunately, suffered defeat and ceded land to Arquell. That was not the case for our Grandenburg. My words were quite amiss."

"No need to worry. This is just another aspect of our nation's complex makeup. Don't be concerned about it."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Exchanging empty compliments was the duty of those involved in diplomatic affairs between nations.

On one side stood a courtier from St. Gallen, unquestionably a representative of the Grandenburg Kingdom. On the other side was an ambassador dispatched from the island nation across the sea, the Kingdom of Morbaehr.

Due to the defeat in the Volden Campaign, the Kingdom of St. Gallen lost a force of forty thousand soldiers. Even though these were troops from various states that didn't fall under the jurisdiction of the principal alliance, the numbers were still significant. Moreover, the costs incurred by the campaign were far from negligible. Ordinarily, a nation's strength would have diminished due to such financial setbacks.

But not in this case. The power of the grand kingdom and its royal family hadn't diminished in the slightest. The presence of these soldiers and officers assembled here in the capital city was evidence of that.

Do not underestimate us; for if you did, this army would have exploited that vulnerability. Bear this in mind fully...

This parade was orchestrated for the purpose of conveying such intentions both domestically and internationally.

"In reality, your country had the upper hand, no, was overwhelmingly dominant in the Armand region."

"To receive such recognition, our soldiers must be quite pleased. For us, though, we had hoped to at least diminish even one of Armand's renowned fortifications."

"Oh no, imposing a defensive stance on the enemy is possible thanks to the might of the St. Gallen main forces. It's for this reason that you managed to acquire provisions from that country without losing troops, right?"

Upon hearing the words of the Morbaehr ambassador, the Grandenburg diplomat let out a wicked smile.

While a separate unit was being annihilated in Volden, the main force responsible for the northern front wasn't idly playing around. The strategic core of the Armand Ducal House was defense. Essentially, they would entrench themselves in fortresses, withstand any field battles with unwavering positions, and counterattack after awaiting reinforcements from their homeland. As the opponent focused on defense, the Grandenburg Kingdom's main forces, under direct control, would freely plunder from the yet-to-be-harvested fields.

The cause of the war was a scarcity of food, and what they sought was also food. If that could be obtained, there would be no incentive to continue the war. In exchange for silencing the voices demanding reparations and offering a piece of land, they could then close the matter. Even the states forming the federation, discontent with territorial cession, could be silenced by sharing the spoils from the acquired food this time. Those like the Baharia Kingdom's separate detachment, who had drawn the short straw and were in financial straits, would probably not be appeased by this... But the military might that could back their assertions disappeared before the young Arquellian. For St. Gallen as a whole, it was a significant loss to have both been defeated and lost territory. However, for the federation's leader, the Grandenburg Kingdom, this situation presented an opportunity to increase their influence across the federation while avoiding a food crisis.

"When it comes to provisions, your country's support has been truly appreciated."

The courtier from St. Gallen spoke, his gaze lowered in gratitude.

"Thanks to the food imports from Morbaehr, we can barely manage to make ends meet. I must find a way to repay this kindness."

"Oh? What are you talking about?"

The Morbaehr ambassador's smile carried a hidden meaning.

"Our merchants merely traded food for their own profit. There's no reason for gratitude."

"Well, well... Your words are truly modest."

"Speaking of modesty—"

A shrewd glint appeared in his narrowed eyes.

"—the recent actions of Arquell were truly lacking in modesty. To monopolize a bountiful harvest and sell high-priced wheat to a neighboring country in distress without a second thought. That's truly an audacious act."

"Indeed, indeed. One would not think that they are fellow Ithuselah continent's resident, devoted to the service of the Holy King."

"Our Queen of Morbaehr has also expressed her displeasure regarding this matter."

"What! Your country's queen, known for her compassion?"

"Arquellians behaving mercilessly and greedily. If they were truly familiar with benevolence and humanity, they would not readily accept such actions..."

"I see. So, it's only natural behavior, then?"

"Yes."

Voices united in condemnation, expressing a shared intent to criticize the Kingdom of Arquell. With this unanimous sentiment, the intentions of both nations were clear. It was a synchronized stance against the Kingdom of Arquell. The two great nations that stood at the pinnacle of the continent were nothing but an alliance marching in step to confront this common adversary.

This time, the Kingdom of Arquell had emerged overwhelmingly victorious. Prior to the war, they had profited immensely from trade with St. Gallen, and after the conflict, exploiting both their overwhelming military gains and the opponent's lack of sustained warfare capabilities, they had swiftly secured favorable terms in a short period of time. Expanding their territory eastward on the continent, their national strength grew even further. If they remained idle, not only St. Gallen, but also Morbaehr would be unable to restrain Arquell, and it was clear that both nations would suffer diplomatic and trade disadvantages.

To prevent this, the St. Gallen-Morbaehr alliance was formed. It was a covert handshake aimed at countering the major obstacle of mutual national interest――an alliance to counter Arquell's influence.

"For the time being, let Morbaehr offer comprehensive support for your country's food procurement. Our merchants have been slightly overcharging, after all. We intend to somehow persuade them to show a little more flexibility and lower the prices."

The provisions obtained from Armand were, after all, just the harvest of a single region for a single year, and only a fraction of that at best. While it provided a respite from the famine, it still fell far short of what was needed for bold future endeavors. In such a context, this offer of support was nothing short of a timely blessing.

"Oh, this is reassuring. In the meantime, our St. Gallen... no, Grandenburg will..."

"Will fortify your position and prepare for a rematch, yes?"

"To achieve that... I believe it would be wise to clear away any unnecessary weeds so we won't lose our footing, right?"

What they were discussing was how to deal with the member states of the federation. The most disadvantaged in this campaign were the federation constituents, including the Baharia Kingdom, which had sent troops with the expectation of victory, only to suffer severe losses. Suppressing their dissatisfaction and boosting the authority of the federation's leader, the Grandenburg Kingdom, the aim was to fully showcase their capabilities through the marching army below.

A congregation of nations and their presiding leader. Not content with their unstable and vulnerable position, they aimed to unite and command the entire eastern continent, striving to become an absolute monarch worthy of the title the Grand King, transcending the confines of the federation. This was the intent of Grandenburg, and by extension, the intention of the ruling Heidelberg Royal Family.

The colossal beast, previously constrained by the yoke of the federation, was now moving towards even greater expansion. In this proclamation of unveiled ambition, the ambassador, hearing it, smiled with a nod of approval.

"The sight of a friend's garden being neatly tidied up... shall delight not only gentlemen but also noble ladies."

In a country where gentlemen at the pinnacle serve under the most renowned noblewoman on the continent, known as the Queen. The man who had arrived from Morbaehr, often referred to as the land of the sea and the Queen, moistened his throat with tea as he spoke.

"Well, well... then, during the grass-cutting, I shall be thorough."

"That's quite the spirited intent, I must say."

The men responsible for diplomatic affairs between the two countries exchanged gentle yet vigilant smiles.

Just then,

"Yaawwnnn..."

"Fuaaaaa..."

A lackluster yawn from an elderly man interjected.

"...You two. You've been engrossed in conversation for quite a while now, and it seems rather pointless for me to be here. I don't have a hobby of killing time at a tea party. If you have no business with me, I would like you to let me go back home."

"...Kimi-tachi. Sakihodo kara futari de hanashikonde bakari de, washi no oru imi ga nai dewa nai ka. Chakai de jikan o tsubusu shumi wa nai de na, you ga nai nara kaerasete itadakitaku omou ga?"

"Please, Professor, do stop."

"O-tome kudasai mashi, kyouju."

Beside him, a woman gently reprimanded the elderly man who had spoken words quite childish for his impressive silver hair.

"You, too, are a noble, aren't you? If you disdain such exchanges, then you won't find much socializing with others from different households, will you?"

"Anata mo kizoku ni gozaimashou. Koushita yaritori o iya tte ite wa, take no mono to no shakou sura mama narimasen deshite yo?"

"Even though you say I'm a noble... well, before that, I'm a scholar and an alchemist. My estate is just the size of a cat's forehead, and the tax revenue is as tiny as a sparrow's tear. It won't even add up to extra research funds. If I could make a profit by selling land and title, I'd gladly give them up today――"

"Kizoku to yuute mo naa... washi wa sono mae ni gakuto ni shite renkinjutsushi yo. Ryouchi mo neko no gaku teido dearu shi, zei no agari mo suzume no namida hodo. Kenkyuu shikin no tashi ni mo naran. Tochi to i o utte mouke ga deru nara, kyou ni demo tebanashite mo――"

"Pro-fes-sor! We are in front of a visitor from another country!"

"Kyo-u-ju! Takoku kara okoshi no kata no mae desu!"

"Good grief, you're still as nagging as ever, girl. That's why you're already twenty years old and still haven't found a suitor――"

"Yare yare, aikawarazu kuchi urusai musume da. Dakara hatachi to natte mo ikkou ni yome no moraite ga――"

"...Did you say something?"

"...Nani ka osshaimashite?"

"――No, it's nothing."

"――Iya, nandemonai."

In a diplomatic setting where hidden beneath the calmness was an air of tension, a comedic exchange began between a man and a woman of significant age difference. The ambassador of Morbaehr was taken aback by their behavior.

"Um, who might this be?"

"Ano, kochira wa?"

"Ah, sorry for the rudeness. This person is a scholar from our magic academy who assisted with one of the performances in this parade."

"Aa, shikkei. Kono parēdo no dashimono no hitotsu ni kyouryoku shita, touhou no madou akademī no gakuto deshite na."

"...Go ahead, Professor. Introduce yourself."

"...Hora, kyouju. Go aisatsu o."

"Why bother with such futile matters? With the likes of a Morbaehr envoy, surely our interaction is only until today. If we won't meet again in the future, there's no necessity to remember faces or names――"

"Naze, sonna muda na koto o. Mārubea no shisha nado, tsukiai wa kyou kagiri ni kimatte orou? Kongo ni au wake demo nai aite deareba, kao mo na mo oboeru hitsuyou nado――"

"Just-do-it!"

"I-i-ka-ra!"

Pestered by a young woman accompanying him, the elderly gentleman with silver hair and a silver beard frowned as he spoke.

"...I am Paul Egbert von Graumann, Professor of Alchemy in the Gallerin Magic Academy. From now on—you don't have to keep this as our acquaintance."

"Garerin madou akademī, renkin gakka kyouju, Pauru Eguberuto von Gurauman to mousu. Igo――betsu ni o mishiri oki sezutomo yoi."

"What was it with that abnormal greeting... My apologies. I am also a research student in the Alchemy Department, Frederica Julianna von Castelbern. I humbly request your generous pardon for the oversight of my mentor."

"Nan desu no, sono hijoushiki na aisatsu wa... shitsurei. Onajiku renkin gakka kenkyuusei, Furederika Yuriannna von Kasuteruberun tomoushimasu. Waga shi no sosou ni kandai na o-yurushi o itadakemasu you, onegai itashi shimasu wa."

Continuing, the girl with flaxen hair performed a graceful curtsy, bowing her head.

An alchemist. Even within the magical advanced nation of St. Gallen, they were considered practitioners of a menial trade, positioned one or two steps lower than other mages. They were like charlatans boasting of turning lead into gold through gilded deceit. The fact that someone with such an unofficial reputation had been brought into a diplomatic setting, albeit with a strong informal vibe, caused the ambassador to furrow their brows.

At the end of that gaze, the girl who introduced herself as Frederica whispered quietly to the diplomat.

"That's why I mentioned it so strongly. To expose something like this to the eyes of other nations, would only bring disgrace."

"Dakara are hodo moushiagemashita deshou ni. Kon'na mono nado takoku no me ni fure sasete wa, akappaji o kaku dake desu, to."

(TL Note: The kanji written as 教授 (Professor) with furigana written as こんなもの (Something like this.) So what she meant by 'Something like this' was Professor Graumann.)

"No, I never expected his behavior to go this far..."

"Iya, masaka, koko made no furumai o sareru to wa..."

"Uhm, I can't quite follow the conversation. What's going on?"

"Sono, hanashi ga mienai no desu ga?"

The ambassador interjected in a hushed voice.

Both the courtier and Frederica swiftly turned and blushed in unison.

"A-ahaha. Uhm, about the courtesy we are about to extend to you, it's significant that both of them are collaborating for this purpose. By all means, I would like you to become acquainted with them."

"A, ahaha. Sono, nan desu ka. Kore yori o-me ni kaketaki gi ni kanshite, kono ryoumei no kyouryoku ga dai naru wake deshite. Zehitomo kiden ni mo o mishiri oki itadakitaku."

"Alchemists, you say..."

"Renkinjutsu-shi ga, desu ka..."

A biased voice containing prejudice was clearly leaking through. Throughout history, alchemists were practitioners with limited magical abilities, often resorting to concocting elixirs and such, or otherwise being charlatans, as was mentioned before. The St. Gallen Academy of Magic seemed to persist in its studies even to the extent of establishing departments, though he heard it was of small scale. In comparison to the Military Magic Department that nurtured true mages as one would expect, there was a world of difference.

It seemed the other party had also perceived this. A cantankerous-looking old man by the name of Professor Graumann snorted.

"Hmph. Neither Morbaehr nor St. Gallen are any different from Arquell. Bound by preconceptions, they lost sight of the essence of matters and wasted time and resources. How long would it take to seek understanding of my path in this way? It would have been better to continue my research elsewhere rather than coming to a place like this."

"Fun. Mārubea mo Zankutogaren mo, Arukēru to kawaran na. Sennyuukan ni toraware koto no honshitsu o miushinai, jikan to shizai to o rouhi suru. Korede wa waga michi e no rikai o motomeru no ni, ika hodo no jikan ga kakaru ka. Kore dewa konna tokoro ni konai de, kenkyuu no tsuzuki demo shite ita hou ga mashi deatta na."

"Professor! We are in front of the honored guests, you know!?"

"Kyouju! Kokuhin no mae desu wa yo!?"

"I do not care. Whether they are dignitaries or paupers, it does not matter at all."

"Shiranu shiranu. Kokuhin darou to sekihin darou to, shikkai dou demo yokarou."

With that, he turned his face away with a dismissive puff. It was almost childlike. It was difficult to believe that this was the behavior and speech of a white-haired old man. Perhaps he was regressing to a childlike state, but he appeared to be in his mid-sixties. It might still be a bit early for such behavior at that age.

"Truly, these politicians are nothing but people who fail to understand the intentions of researchers. Just the other day, they confiscated a prototype chimera before even collecting data, all in the name of national policy or something. Have you heard about the outcome of that, Castelbern? It seems they forced it into combat and it went berserk. I'm sure I warned them to stop that, didn't I!"

"Mattaku, seiji-ya-domo wa kenkyuusha no i o kaisanu mono bakari ja te. Kono mae mo dēta o toru mae no shisaku kimera o, kokusaku da nani da to sesshuu sareta bakari to iu ni. Are no tenmatsu o kiita ka, Kasuteruberun? Muri ni jissen tounyuu shita ageku ni bousou shitarashii zo. Dakara are hodo tomeyo to yuutadearou ni!"

"It's a tragic situation indeed. The fact that you, Professor, don't seem to mourn for the disciples who were conscripted as adjustment staff is particularly..."

"Itamashii koto desu wa ne. Chousei sutaffu to shite chouyou sareta o deshi-tachi no koto o, kyouju ga itande irassharanai atari ga, tokuni."

"Huh? Those guys aren't disciples, they're just students from a simple seminar. Whether they live or die, I couldn't care less. The students I call disciples are at least of your level of competence is the minimum threshold."

"? Ayatsu-ra wa deshi dewa nai zo, tannaru zemināru no gakusei-domo da. Shinouga ikiyouga dou demo yoi. Washi ga deshi to yobu seito wa, kimi no reberu ni tassuru no ga saiteigen-do dearu to ninshiki shite oru no da ga."

"Yes, yes, I'm an inept, immature, and minimum-threshold-skilled disciple. I apologize for that!"

"Hai hai, watashi wa fudeki de mijuku de saiteigen-do no deshi desu wa ne. Doumo moushiwake arimasen koto!"

As the two exchanged words in this manner, the courtier plastered a desperate smile on his face, sweating profusely.

"Well, he's certainly an eccentric individual... Ah, well, I assure you of his skills. He is the finest, no, the best alchemist in our country."

"To maa, kawatta o-hito dewa arimasu ga... u, ude no hou wa hoshou shimasu. Waga kuni kusshi, ie ichiban no renkinjutsu-shi dearimasu."

"Oh... I see."

"Haa, sayou desu ka."

Even if it's said he's the country's best alchemist, the ambassador couldn't help but feel troubled. No matter if it's number one or number two, it wasn't the sort of profession that would normally appear on occasions like this. It's akin to being introduced to a fast cleaner or a skilled shoe polisher as if they had an air of importance at a party venue, There was no way not to be taken aback.

"So, about the results of their research――"

"Sore de karera no kenkyuu no seika desuga――"

"Our research? Don't be absurd. Do you think I can confidently assert that that childish imitation amounts to research results? Do you think of this Graumann as such a petty individual who pilfers accomplishments from his disciple and then becomes arrogant?"

"Washi-ra no kenkyuu? Baka o mousu na. Ano you na hitomane no jigi, kenkyuu no seika nado to mune o hareru ka. Kono gurauman o, deshi no seika o nusunde hanatakadaka ni naru you na kobito to o omoi ka?"

"Professor, please maintain your silence."

"Kyouju wa damatte ite kudasaimashi."

"Ugh..."

"Muu..."

"――In any case, please look over there."

"――Tomokaku, achira o goran kudasai."

Saying that, the courtier gestured downwards towards the main road, pointing out the rear of the parade.

Within the military procession, there was an unusual unit. There was something resembled iron rods, affixed with wooden stocks. Roughly ten soldiers were carrying these peculiar items. These iron rods appeared to be cylindrical in form, and upon close scrutiny, apertures could be discerned at their tips. Awkwardly protruding ropes were visible near the base, imparting an unseemly appearance. While it was reasonable to presume these were weapons due to the soldiers' possession of them, they didn't seem to exude significant strength.

"What are those might be?"

"Nan deshou na, are wa?"

"Well, I would appreciate it if you take a look."

"Maa, mite ite kudasai."

The St. Gallen side was oddly boastful.

As the perplexed ambassador looked on, they arrived at a space just like a square beneath the balcony. The parade soldiers halted, and bundles of straw, bound to human-shaped training targets, were lined up. Soldiers, positioned about ten meters away, readied iron rods toward them. Fire was set to those rope-like objects protruding as they emitted a sizzling, burnt smell that reached this distance.

With the commander's signal, triggers built into the stocks were squeezed.

Bang! Bang, bang, babang, bang!

Intermittent explosions reverberated.

At the same time, the straw bundles targeted were scattered as if struck by an invisible force.

Spectators in the crowd first let out astonished gasps, followed by cheers.

"T-these are...!?"

"Ko, kore wa...!?"

"These are new weapons created based on testimonies of soldiers who returned after being taken captive. From the bitter experience the Confederation nations faced in Volden, the previously mentioned Arquell army."

"Furyo to natta nochi ni kikan shita hei-tachi, sono shougen kara tsukuraseta, shin heiki desu... Ryouhou kokka no renchuu ga Vorudan de kuhai o nameta, rei no Arukēru-gun no, ne."

To the Morbaehr ambassador, who was stunned by the deafening sound and its aftermath, an even more astonishing fact was revealed.

Arquell's new weapon? They remade this? Just from the soldiers' testimonies?

That's absurd. If what they just witnessed was truly what the Arquell army used, the timing doesn't add up. It has only been a month since the Volden Campaign. Even if there were replication techniques at play, the development period was remarkably short.

St. Gallen, the country of forests and elite soldiers. A nation boasting the largest military might on the continent. This was like a vivid demonstration of their true strength.

With a bored expression, Graumann said while playing with his beard.

"I believe they called it a musket. Boring. It's nothing more than a simple toy based on basic principles. It's all about igniting a rope soaked in gunpowder to set off an explosion within the barrel and propel a bullet out. That's all there is to it. Just a useless weapon for wiping out foot soldiers with other foot soldiers."

"Tashika masuketto, toka itta ka. Tsumaran. Tanjun na genri no omocha ni sugin. You wa kayaku ni tenka shita nawa de motte chakka shi, tsutsu no naka de bakuhatsu sase, sono atsu de tama o uchidasu. Sore dake no mono yo. Zouhyou ga zouhyou o uchiharau dake no, kudaranai buki da."

"...But for the gunpowder used in that 'useless weapon,' I went through a great deal of trouble, though? Dealing with sulfur, impure soil, and all sorts of foul-smelling things during the concoction process――"

"...Sono kudaranai buki ni tsukau kayaku o chougou suru tame ni, watashi wa taihen kurou itashimashita no desu keredo? Iou dano gofujou no shita no tsuchi dano, kusai mono bakari o atsukawa sarete――"

"Hmph, you should be grateful that there weren't any explosion accidents during the mixing"

"Fun, chougou-chuu ni bakuhatsu jiko ga okoran katta dake yokarou yo."

"Exp――!? You mean to say you had me concocting such dangerous things!?"

"Ba――!?-So, sonna kiken na mono o tsukurasete itan desu no!?"

"Sulfur and saltpeter, aren't they flammable alchemical ingredients? If you mishandle them, you'd have one or two explosions."

"Iou mo shouseki mo hi no reiyaku dearou? Atsukai o shikujireba, bakuhatsu no hitotsu ya futatsu okiru wai."

Listening to the alchemists' banter, the man from Morbaehr's mind spun so fast that it practically made a whirring noise. It wasn't an analysis of their technical prowess... no, what occupied his mind was something more practical and military-minded.

(Packing explosive alchemical substances into iron barrels, igniting them, and using their force to propel bullets? Could this... be scalable to a larger size? If so, while it might be challenging to transport overland, it could be feasible by placing them on ships. But hold on. Ships!? Right, if I were to upscale this and load a substantial quantity onto naval vessels, the firepower of warships could significantly increase without depending on scarce mages!... But I can't act hastily. This could be a turning point to further strengthen our navy! I need to urgently communicate this back to our homeland...)

"What's the matter, Ambassador-dono? You seem lost in thought."

"Dou nasareta, taishi-dono? Nani yara kangaekonde orareru you dearu ga."

The courtier from St. Gallen inquired with a smile, attempting to be friendly. To the party who must have been taken aback by the musket presentation, they undoubtedly felt a certain childish sense of superiority.

Of course, the Morbaehr envoy excelled in the gentlemanly game of exchanging smiles and words. Reading between such lines was easier for him than deciphering a child's hidden intentions.

"Well, well, the unexpectedly loud noise caught me off guard. Additionally, with the introduction of a new weapon, my mind has been preoccupied with considering how to strategize."

"...Iya haya, omoi no hoka ooki na oto ni kimo o tsubushimashite na. Soreni arata na buki no toujou to naru to, dou kouryaku suru ka o omou to atama ga ippai ni narimashite."

He wasn't lying. He did indeed intend to strategize with this musket. However, it was through a more potent, powerful weapon, inspired by this diminutive innovation.

On the Ithuselah continent, there was a joke-like maxim: Interpret cooking to understand diplomacy. Its essence... don't believe the words of a Morbaehr's tongue for either. Apparently, the St. Gallenian before him had carelessly forgotten that saying.

"Oh, is that so? Of course, naturally. After all, the musket is a creation Arquell had introduced ahead of us. For us, pondering how to neutralize this is also a matter of brainstorming."

"Sou desu ka sou desu ka! Touzen no koto deshou naa, nanishiro masuketto wa Arukēru no renchuu ga sakinjite dounyuu shita shiromono. Wareware to shite wa, kore o dou muryoku-ka suru no ka ni mo, chie o shiboraneba narimasumai."

"Absolutely. After all, this is a challenging issue..."

"Mattaku desu na. kore wa nanbutsu dearimasu yue..."

Feeling relieved that he had successfully concealed his own ideas, the Morbaehr envoy looked down on the simple-minded laughter of the St. Gallenian. Naturally, he carefully concealed his true intentions behind the mist-like smile of his homeland's capital, Heptark.

(Heh heh... They are nothing but a country bumpkin from the east, after all. Obtaining something novel, they seem unable to resist showing it off.)

St. Gallen, relying on military might, flexing its strong arm to exert control over its domains, and striving to establish its foothold in the eastern continent. To them, countries like Morbaehr were mere tiny island nations. They probably saw them as little more than trading companies that conveniently imported goods like food.

However, the reality was different.

(Your country's food issue still hasn't been completely resolved. Now is the time for your populace to recover, to wait for the restoration of lands devastated by the emergence of monsters and famine. Yet, you're trying to leap into oblivion with our assistance, aiming your fangs towards our subordinate domains. ...How foolish. That will only earn you the resentment of the federal member states.)

No matter how formidable a military force one possessed, it was impossible to rule an extensive federal territory solely through forceful domination. Especially for a single kingdom like Grandenburg. As an ally, Morbaehr would undoubtedly have the obligation to provide tangible and intangible support while being concerned about the unstable political situation of a friendly nation. However, relying on foreign power for governance would inevitably nurture seeds of discontent within the country.

Moreover, to appease that discontent, both food and luxury goods were imported from Morbaehr. In the absence of food self-sufficiency, the supply of essential goods relied on foreign nations. St. Gallen merchants also formed connections with Morbaehr, opting to purchase Morbaehr's affordable food rather than their own country's struggling rural areas in recovery.

And what would happen then? Morbaehr would wield influence over the entirety of St. Gallen, whose recovery had lagged behind, in terms of both politics and economics.

The invasion of the Country of Sea and Queen doesn't necessarily have to involve shedding blood. For dealings of this kind, one could simply release items from the ships.

Then, send a puppet-like St. Gallen and induce the weakening of Arquell Kingdom. After that, take the appropriate measures to increase one's influence on both countries through mediation. Alternatively, deliver the final blow to Arquell all at once and amicably divide their fertile land with the friendly nation.

(Dance, dance, fools of the old continent. In the end, our Queen will rule over all.)

(Odore odore, kyuu tairiku no gusha-domo yo. Saigo ni wa, warera ga Joou ga subete o touchi shitamau, sa.)

Having painted a vision of victory for his homeland in his mind, the man who had come from Morbaehr laughed. Concealing his true intentions deep within, he engaged in conversation with his diplomatic partner while feigning camaraderie on the surface.

Perhaps it was due to being engrossed in such thoughts.

The man had completely missed the conversation that was taking place right next to him.

"Still, considering it's something that man worked on, the musket is surprisingly anti-climatic, isn't it?"

"Sore ni shite mo, ano otoko ga tegaketa ni shite wa zuibun to otonashii shiromono desu wa ne, masuketto wa."

"What, it's him we're talking about, the cautious one. He probably has something more powerful up his sleeve as a hidden ace. As I said before, this is nothing more than a toy in the end."

"Nani, shinchou na aitsu no koto da. Osoraku wa yori kyouryoku na nanika o kakushi-dama to shite kakaete orou. Sakini mo yuuta ga, kore wa shosen omocha no iki o den yo."

"He really only makes rather outrageous things, doesn't he? I heard he achieved great success through his military exploits in this war... It's hard to believe. Does Arquell Kingdom wish to self-destruct from within...?"

"Hontou ni roku demo nai mono shika tsukurimasen wa ne, are wa. Nan demo kono sensou de no bukou de taisou shusse shita to kikimashita keredo... shinjiraremasen wa ne. Arukēru oukoku wa uchigawa kara horobitai no kashira...?"

About the man who would likely hold the key to the continent-shaking turmoil.

Tairiku o yurugasu souran no kagi o nigiru dearou otoko.

The conversation of the two alchemists that carried information that would lead to him.

Sore ni tsunagaru jouhou o himeta, renkinjutsu-shi-tachi no kaiwa o.

~~~

Omnia.

It's the name of the Empire known as the land of history and faith, the heart of the largest religion on the continent, the Holy King Faith. It is also the name of the capital city of the empire, serving as its seat of power.

In the ancient tongue, "Omnia" means "all" or "everything," and fittingly, the empire once stood as the sole nation in the continent.

Over a thousand years ago, the Ithuselah continent was under the dominion of monsters, and humans were but a small and feeble race forced to take refuge on a southern peninsula. People huddled within fortress cities on the plains, trembling in the face of monstrous threats. Weak and lacking in civilization, they were at the mercy of the mighty beasts, who it seemed would soon eradicate them.

A turning point arrived when a saint emerged.

The Holy King.

His true name was shrouded in secrecy even in the scriptures, and its exact details remained elusive. His origins were subject to various theories, but from the records of his words and deeds, a person of refined knowledge and virtuous nature could be gleaned. Thus, historians generally agreed that he likely came from a relatively prosperous background that allowed him to receive education. True to his name, he might have been born into the royal family of an ancient city-state.

He preached to the people on the brink of extinction—courage, hope, trust, love—the greatness of humanity. He cared for the poor by visiting those by the eastern walls, mourned with tears at the funeral processions to the west, blessed the births in the south, and rode forth to join battles against monsters in the north.

People saw hope in his presence. If it was him, then humanity's flickering flame could be saved. Many flocked to him, united, and fought.

Ordinarily, this would mark the end. Humanity's forces would push back the monsters, and they'd celebrate a happy ending, a commonplace heroic tale conclusion.

But it didn't happen that way. Hence, the legend of the Holy King acquired an eerie vividness, and the existence of this saintly figure took on an uncanny realism.

The Holy King's army suffered a devastating defeat in their battle against the monsters. Hope was shattered, victory turned into an illusion, and love could save no one.

Humanity was swallowed by despair once again. Smiles faded, the budding friendships were crushed by the strain of betrayal. What remained was a crucible of negative human nature. Amidst that maelstrom, he lamented, grieving for himself.

――Why can't I save them?

――Why can't I bring smiles to the people I love?

――Will the days come when people can welcome the morning sun with hope in their hearts?

He wept, grieved, and amid the remains of a defeated army reduced to only thirty, the Holy King began his retreat, heading toward the current location of the Omnia capital.

...And then, for the first time, a miracle occurred.

"[And so, the man ascended to the Divine Seat alongside the Twelve Apostles. He became one with the Father of Light and became The Holy King of The Gods. Thus, he was thereafter known as the Holy King, and the land of ascension was named Omnia through prayers of blessings.] ...Is that correct?"

"[Kakute, ano hito wa juu ni no shito to tomoni Kanza ni nobotta. Chichi naru hikari to hitotsu to nari, kamigami no seinaru ou to natta. Yue ni ano hito wa igo, seiou to shousare, shouten no ji wa, subete ni shukufuku are, to no inori ni yori Omunia to nadzuke rareta] ...datta ka."

"The final passage of the first volume of the Twelve Canons, 'Chronicle of Ascension.' You seem quite familiar with it."

"Juu ni Masanori no saisho no ichi-kan, [Shouten-ki] no saishuu-bushi desu ne. Yoku gozonji de."

"It's nothing remarkable. The most essential scripture, and perhaps the most famous passage within it. Anyone on this continent, except for the most incredulous, would surely recognize it."

"Dou to iu koto wa nai. Saijuuyou no seiten, sono nakademo mottomo yuumei na issetsu da. Kono tairiku no ningen nara, yohodo no fushinjin-sha igai, dare datte soranjirareru darou."

With those words, Elisha Rosmond Balbastre shrugged her shoulders.

This was a corner of one of the several cathedrals in the capital city, Omnia. The building, constructed from uniform white stone, was magnificent yet pure. Its composed presence held a solemnity that renewed the faith and straightened the spines of the pilgrims who visited.

Of course, she was a woman known as the strongest of the Royal Knights, charging into battles. She didn't journey here for pilgrimages or sightseeing.

During the recent Volden Campaign, she had recorded the subjugation of vampires. For the Holy King Faith, which extolled the protection and prosperity of humanity, vampires, who drank human blood and turned those they bit into impure monsters, were particularly dangerous creatures. Elisha, who had defeated them, was acclaimed for her deeds and bestowed with the title of holy knight. Her visit to Omnia was for the purpose of fulfilling the name she had been given.

Walking alongside her in the cathedral corridor was a nun who accompanied her from the capital. She had decided to visit Omnia while on her way back to the homeland. From her demeanor along the way, she seemed to be a clear-headed and calm exemplary nun, occasionally showing a slightly sorrowful expression. This aspect of her piqued Elisha's curiosity.

The nun, glancing with interest at Elisha, who unexpectedly hummed a passage from the scripture, spoke up.

"By the way, why did you suddenly bring up those words?"

"Tokorode, doushite kyuu ni sono o kotoba o?"

"Well, it seems I've been influenced a bit too much by the atmosphere here. Somehow, those words slipped out of my mouth on their own."

"Iya, watashi to shita koto ga, koko no kuuki ni ate rare sugita ka na. Naze da ka porori to katte ni kuchi o tsuite dete ita."

"I think it's a very good thing. It's evidence that you hold a steadfast faith in your heart."

"Taihen kekkou na koto ka to. Kijo no mune ni, tashika na shinkou ga nezashite iru akashi desu wa."

"...I wonder about that."

"...Sore wa dou dearou ka na."

A faint wry smile formed on the knight's lips. Elisha couldn't imagine herself as an ardent believer. The Holy King preached compassion and revered harmony among people, but her innate nature was quite the opposite. She reveled in battles against the strong, became exhilarated by the crimson flow of blood, and breathed heavily in the moments of life and death. A woman like her couldn't possibly be a devout follower of the Holy King Faith.

Her modesty might have come across as peculiar. As the nun tilted her head curiously, Elisha continued her words, trying to divert the topic.

"However, uhm, about that... I've been curious about this passage since long ago."

"Shikashi, sono, nanda. Mukashi kara kono issetsu wa fushigi ni omotte ita."

"What is it?"

"To, moushimasu to?"

"[He became one with the Father of Light and became The Holy King of The Gods]... This sentence here. What exactly are the Gods?"

"[Chichinaru hikari to hitotsu to nari, kamigami no seinaru ou to natta]... Kono ichimon sa. Kamigami to wa, nan na no dearou?"

In the Holy King Faith, there was only one God. The Holy King, who ascended to the heavens to bestow blessings upon people, repel monsters, and bring them tranquility, was the sole deity. There was no mention of other gods. Moreover, the concept of other gods was introduced suddenly in the original and most widely known scripture, the 'Chronicle of Ascension.' It was not recorded in any other subsequent scripture. There were records of the activities of the apostles who remained on Earth after the ascension in the 'Eighteen Apostolic Chronicles,' the birth of the precursor to the Empire in the 'Founding Chronicles,' the commandments that the faithful must follow in the 'Book of the People's Teachings,' the military chronicles of the expeditions since the Holy King's time in 'Chronicles of the Holy Crusades,' and the records of spreading the gospel on the Morbaehr Islands in the 'Gospel to the Seven Kings'... Yet, no other scripture contained any mention of gods other than the Holy King.

Her curiosity from long ago was by no means a lie. This issue had been a lingering question, never settling well and remaining like a knot in her chest. Thus, when she unexpectedly pondered about her faith, this question surfaced first in her mind.

Explaining and then suddenly realizing the position of the other party, she interjected.

"But, suspending doubt over sacred verses might be considered impolite."

"Seiku ni taishite gigi o teisu to wa, fukokoroe kamo shiren ga na."

"There's no need to worry about that. In order to uphold the sacred teachings, it's important to contemplate and understand their meanings. In fact, forbidding such contemplation would hinder the development of theology as a discipline."

"Sonna koto wa gozaimasen. Sei naru o-kotoba o mamoru ni wa, sono imi o rikai suru you kangaeru koto mo daiji desu kara. Dai ichi sore o kinjite ite wa, shingaku to iu gakumon ga naritachimasen."

In response to her calm and rather appreciative words, a sense of relief washed over her. In the world, there were many priests whose fervor for their faith had overcooked their brains, making them as rigid as overboiled eggs. The nun before her, however, seemed free from such narrow-mindedness.

"Come to think of it, you do have a point. Now, I'd like to hear your perspective, if you don't mind?"

"Iwarete mireba tashika ni na. Dewa, sankou made ni kijo no kenkai o ukagaitai no da ga?"

"Generally, it's said that it refers to the Twelve Apostles who ascended to heaven alongside the Holy King. They also attained divinity and continued to serve the Lord as they did on Earth. It's suggested that the description was deliberately omitted to emphasize the divinity of the Lord. ...Personally, I find that interpretation plausible."

"Ippan-teki ni wa, seiou-sama to tomoni ten e to nobotta, juu ni no shito o sasu node wanai ka to iwa rete orimasu ne. Karera mo mata kami e to itari, chijou ni ita toki to onajiku aruji e to tsukaeta. Sono moto no kijutsu wa, aruji no shinsei o kyouchou suru tame ni aete habuka reta node wa, to... Watashi to shite mo, sore ga datou na kaishaku ka to."

"In that case, what about the 'Father of Light'?"

"Dewa, chichi naru hikari to wa?"

"In the 'Chronicle of Ascension,' the teachings of the Holy King often employed light as a metaphor. One famous passage goes... [Love people as the light descends from the heavens, warmly shine on them, and illuminate their paths just as you interact with your neighbors. By doing so, just as light descends from the heavens, you too will be warmly brighten and your path will be illuminated.]"

"[Shouten-ki] ni kaka rete orimasu. Seiou-sama no seppou ni wa, hikari o mochiita tatoe ga ooku gozaimasu. Yuumei na no wa... [Ten yori kudaru hikari no you ni, hitobito o aishi nasai, atatakaku, michi o terasu you ni rinjin ni sesshi nasai. Sou sureba, ten yori hikari ga kudaru you ni, anata mo mata atatakaku, michi o terasareru deshou.]"

"Aah, yeah, I remember that. It was in Chapter Eleven... I think."

"Aa, atta na. Tashika juu-isshou... datta you na ki ga suru."

"Chapter Eleven, Verse Twenty-Two, indeed. Stories emphasizing light such as this were quite frequent, after all. At that time, it's said that people referred to the Lord as the Son of Light. Over time, this concept evolved to unite with the Lord as God, resulting in the concept of the 'Father of Light,' I believe."

"Juu-isshou nijuu-ni setsu desu ne. Kono you ni hikari o kyouchou shita o-hanashi ga ooi mono desu kara. Touji no tami wa aruji no koto o, hikari no miko to yobinarawashite ita sou desu. Sore ga tenjite, kami to nararemashita aruji to gouitsu suru gainen toshite, chichi naru hikari to iu kotoba ga umareta no dewa nai deshou ka."

According to the nun, the description that referred the Holy King as the "Son of Light" was found in non-canonical ancient texts rather than in the official scriptures. Originally, it had been a collection of writings from the time when the Holy King was on Earth, considered to be citizens' works. As the idea of venerating him as a figure of faith had not yet taken hold, these texts often contained elements that were quite derogatory or mocking towards the Holy King, as if trying to tarnish his image. The term "Son of Light" itself originally carried a significant amount of irony and ridicule. Consequently, when the church compiled these historical documents, they reportedly refused to treat them as official scriptures. Although they were preserved as valuable records of the time around the birth of the Holy King, copies were not permitted, and access was granted only to "faithful who could withstand the words of the devil," so it seemed.

Seemingly not something to be widely spread, this was added playfully at the end with a remark, "This is a secret, okay?"

"I see. I kind of understand... or at least, I feel like I do."

"Naruhodo na. Nantonaku wakatta... you na ki ga suru."

She said that outwardly, but deep down, she couldn't quite get full satisfaction. It felt somewhat like a contrived explanation just to keep things consistent.

It seemed like the nun who had provided a brief lecture could see through her thoughts as well.

"If you're interested in deciphering and interpreting scriptures, please do visit the theological hall. Accumulating knowledge and deepening your understanding of our divine Lord can be considered a part of a Holy Knight's training. Someone as esteemed as Lady Elisha would surely find scholars and professors happy to engage in discussions."

"Kyouten no kaidoku, kaishaku ni kyoumi ga o-ari deshitara, zehi tomo shingaku no koudou ni okoshi kudasaimase. Chishiki o takuwae, goshintaru aruji e no rikai o fukameru koto mo, Sei kishi no shugyou no ikkan dearimashou. Erisha-sama hodo no koumei na o-kata deareba, gakusha ya hakase mo yorokonde o-hanashi suru to omowaremasu wa."

"I appreciate your advice. I'll consider it, at least."

"Go-jogen, kansha shiyou. Ichiou, kangaete oku koto ni shiyou ka."

Perhaps, there won't be many opportunities for that. Elisha thought to herself. She wasn't good at silently listening to conversations or studying. Well, to be precise, she struggled with studying subjects that didn't pique her interest. She was the type to find studying fields with little appeal burdensome. Practical fields like military studies, which aligned with her preferences, were something she could endure lectures on for hours. However, she didn't have much interest in theology or the ancient history of Omnia with its strong mythological aspects. She didn't have the patience to study for days just to resolve minor questions.

As she entertained these thoughts, which might not be the most suitable for a prospective holy knight, a loud voice erupted from one of the rooms she passed by.

"――because of that! I'm asking the you all, the Warrior Monk corps for a bit more effort!"

"――dearu kara! Gobou-ra souhei-dan ni mo, ima sukoshi no hataraki o motomete iru noda!"

The voice of a man shouting echoed out. The nun stopped her guidance abruptly.

"Oh, so here he was..."

"Aa, kochira ni oide deshita ka..."

"What's the matter? Aren't we going to see the supervisor of the training?"

"Dou shita? Shuuren no kantoku o okonau sekinin-sha ni sekken shi ni iku no dearou?"

"Yes, that's right. It seems the person is in this room."

"Ee. Choudo sono kata ga, kochira no heya ni irareru you de."

Saying so, the nun glanced towards the door.

Judging by its design and its position within the cathedral, it didn't seem like a room used by high-ranking clergy for public matters. It could be a meeting room for lower-ranking priests, and its usage frequency didn't appear to be high. It was likely used for private and confidential discussions, but with voices raised this loudly, it was questionable how well the secrecy could be maintained.

"While that may be the case, if we become too preoccupied with worldly matters――"

"Isn't it the unstable state of these worldly matters that's leading to the deterioration of people's hearts?"

"And that's precisely why it's the duty of the clergy to preach the doctrine and bring peace to the masses, isn't it?"

"While we're standing around with such words, how many of our followers do you think we've let down?! The rampage of monsters in St. Gallen, that was the distant cause of the battle. If we continue like this――"

"Are you suggesting the legendary Demon Lord is going to resurrect? Shall we cling to the hem of a hero's robe then?"

"Stop playing around with nonsense! Enough, you're always like this!"

The nun knocked on the door where the voices of argument could still be heard.

"Excuse me. Is Cardinal Phantony present?"

"Shitsurei shimasu. Fantōni suukikyou-geika wa irasshaimasu deshou ka?"

The quarrel on the other side of the door came to a sudden halt, and an awkward silence filled the air for a moment.

After a brief pause, a stern response could be heard.

"...What is it?"

"...Nanda?"

"Please don't 'what' me, Your Eminence. It's regarding official duties. We've brought a new Holy Knight, Elisha Balbastre, from the Kingdom of Arquell. As the Commander of the Omnian Holy Knights, we request an audience with you."

"Nanda, dewa gozaimasenu geika. Go-koumu desu. Arukēru oukoku yori arata na sei kishi, Erisha Barubasutoru-sama o o-tsure shimashita. Omunia seikishi danchou to shite, go-inken negaimasu."

"Understood. I'll come right away."

"Wakatta. Sugu ni ikou."

"Oh my, oh my. How about His Eminence engages in some work before making us work? Wouldn't that be fitting?"

"Oya oya. Warera o hatarakaseru mae ni, gobou mizukara ga tsutome ni hagemarete wa ikaga ka na?"

"Ugh...!"

"Kuh...!"

Pushed by the persistent sarcastic voice, a man appeared by opening the door.

The first impression that struck Elisha was that of natural granite. A robust physique, solidified with reason and devotion, like cooling lava turned into a resolute body. His heavily trained frame was clothed in simple monk's attire, resembling that of a pilgrim. This giant of a man, referred to as the cardinal, must have been one of Omnia's most formidable figures, yet he didn't project that impression through his appearance. It wasn't an awkward or out-of-place presence, but rather a manifestation of simplicity. This might have been due to his facial features and physique's robustness, along with the moral virtues cultivated as a clergyman.

On the other hand, seated on a wooden chair in the room, a lean man observed them. In stark contrast to the large man, this man exuded an aura of negative resonance. His elaborate robe, the stole hanging from his neck, the staff he held in his hand, and even the way his shoes barely touched the floor—all of his attire was opulent and grandiose. He was the embodiment of what the common folk would imagine when hearing the term "high-ranking priest," emanating an air of religious authority. However, all these visuals distracted from the man himself, who left a faint impression. The only notable features that stood out on his face were his vulgar and debased eyes, which seemed to size people up.

No matter how splendidly adorned, not a shred of holiness could be found. It was like a living satirical illustration of a fallen priest. As if to hide this man's presence out of embarrassment, the large man closed the door behind him. He then turned to face Elisha and introduced himself in a subdued, low voice.

"I am Gianfranco Paolo Phantony. Within the Church, I hold the title of cardinal and also lead the Holy Knights Order."

"Janfuranko Paoro Fantōni da. Kyoudan ni atte wa suukikyou deari, seikishidan o hikiiru mi demo aru."

"Yes."

"Ha."

Elisha knelt on the hallway. The man before her was a key figure within the Holy King Church and also the one she was about to seek guidance from. There was no better way to show respect.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Eminence, the Cardinal. I have come from the Kingdom of Arquell as a candidate for the Holy Knights Order. My name is Elisha Rosmond Balbastre. I look forward to your guidance and instruction."

"O-hatsu o-me ni kakarimasu, suukikyou geika. Arukēru oukoku yori sei kishi kouho to shite mairimashita. Erisha Rozumondo Barubasutoru dearimasu. Yoroshiku, go-shidou go-bentatsu no hodo o."

"Yes. From now on, let's get along well. We shall discuss the details in my room. ...You may follow."

"Umu. Igo, yoshi na ni. Kuwashii hanashi wa watashi no heya de shiyou... Tsuite kuru ga ii."

Saying that, Cardinal Phantony walked ahead, his back evoking the image of a rock, and Elisha followed, feeling as if burdened by his imposing footsteps. This reminded Elisha of his earlier argument with the man just now.

(Even Omnia is still a human nation. Even the Church is still a human organization, huh.)

(Omunia to iedo hito no kuni. Kyoudan to iedo hito no soshiki ka.)

The scent of power and conflict, which she had grown familiar with in Broussonne, lingered. The radiant and sacred realm of the Omnia Empire seemed to be unable to escape the taint of human interests, calculations, and desires.

What might their Holy King, seated in the heavens, think of this state of affairs? Does he lament the impurity that has tainted the goodness of the people he loved, or does he accept that humans are inherently flawed?

Following the solemn steps of Cardinal Phantony, Elisha walked along the corridors of the cathedral. Along the way, she pondered a new question that she would likely never pose to priests or theologians, turning it over in her mind.

~~~

――In the beginning, there was darkness. Then light was born. A blue and flickering impure flame. Countless souls of people eerily drifting in the sky. Countless spirits who died in regret. That was their light. Despite the presence of countless sources of light, the world remained shrouded in darkness.

There, they awoke after a long while.

"...The scent of regret. The scent of curses. The scent of death. Once again, it seems there's been a war in the world of humans."

"...Munen no nioi. Juso no nioi. Shi no nioi. Mata, hito no yo de sen ga okita ka."

"At this scale, it must be a battle between two of the Four Great Nations."

"Kono kibo. Shi-taikoku no izureka doushi no gassen da na."

"If that's the case, it's been roughly fifty years. The cycle is gradually getting shorter."

"To naru to, ooyoso go juu-nen-buri ka. Shuuki ga sukoshi zutsu mijikaku natte iru na."

"How foolish. It doesn't change no matter how many centuries pass. Born in ignorance, living in incompetence, and dying unsightly. They can't be saved, there's no use in saving them. And they'll be consumed by uus."

"Oroka nee. Nanbyakunen tatte mo kawaranai. Muchi no mama umare, munou no mama iki, soshite buzama ni shinde iku. Sukuwarenai, sukui-you ga nai. Soshite atashi-tachi ni sukuwa reru nda waa."

Four voices resonate in the darkness. They weren't merely produced by the trembling of the air. It was magic with a mass so immense that it caused even space itself to creak. Their slightest movement generated ripples, carrying a curse deadly enough to kill those with weak hearts through their voices.

"...In this time's awakening, perhaps one of us can venture outside after three hundred years."

"...Kotabi no mezame, sanbyaku nen buri ni warera no hitori kurai wa soto ni derareyou."

"Oh, just one persoon? It's the casualties of war, you know? It could be enough for two, don't you thiink?"

"Ara, hitori dakee? Sensou de no shinin yo? Futari-bun kurai ni wa narun janai kashiraa?"

"Most of those souls... have likely been called to the heavens. It seems there are still plenty of fools who believe in that guy."

"Ookata no tamashii wa... ten ni mesareta to iu koto darou sa. Aitsu-me o shinjiru orokamono-domo mo, mada ooi to iu koto da."

"To the merciful presence of the Holy King, huh? ...I don't like it. To think he'd want to save even humans who degrade, curse, hurt, steal, violate, and ultimately kill. To call it love! ...Ah, there's no one among the gods I dislike more than him!"

"Jihibukai seiou-sama no o-moto ni, ka... Ki ni iranai na. Kenashi, nonoshiri, kizutsuke, nusumi, okashi, ageku ni koroshi ni made te o someta ningen sura sukuou tte iu no ka. Aisuru tte iu no ka! ...Aa, kamigami no naka de yatsu hodo ki ni iranai mono wa inai!"

Only the anger that had leaked out caused the emptiness to scream. Fragments fell from the high and distant ceiling, and the souls that were dancing in the air scattered in a panic. Some of them were extinguished by the aftermath.

One of the voices sharply intervenes, restraining it.

"Silence. These souls have flowed towards us for a reason. If you scatter them needlessly in your frustration, the next awakening may be further delayed."

"Shizumare. Sekkaku, watashi-tachi no hou ni nagareta tamashii da. Yattsu atari nado de mui ni chiraseba, tsugi no mezame mo tounoku to iu mono darou."

"As well as the resurrection of the great one, you knoow?"

"Idai naru o-kata no fukkatsu mo nee?"

"Tch!"

"Chi!"

"...Good grief. You're still as grumpy as ever after waking up."

"...Yareyare. Kisama mo aikawarazu neoki ga warui."

The space regained its silence, but it wasn't a calm serenity that filled it. It was a tension, where the four entities held each other in check, a tension that felt like it could shorten the lifespan of anyone witnessing it.

――They wanted to go outside. That was their shared desire. However, there was only one ticket available. Each of them wanted to seize that privilege for themselves, and that's why they were holding each other in check.

One of the voices broke the silence.

"So, who's going?"

"De, dare ga iku?"

"It's obviously going to be me. Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting. I'll kill, and kill, and kill, and gather your share as well in no time."

"Ore ni kimatte iru darou. Naani, omaera o matase wa shinai sa. Koroshite koroshite koroshi makutte, sugu ni mata omaera no bun made tamekonde yaru kara na."

"...Foolish. We finally have barely enough for one person. It's premature for us to take action ourselves. Have you forgotten how your short-sightedness wasted a chance three hundred years ago? You better not."

"...Oroka. Ima da ni hitori-bun ga yatto no tokoro na no da. Warera ga mizukara te o kudasu no wa, jiki shousou to iu mono. Sanbyaku nen mae mo, kisama no tanryo de kikai o fui ni shita koto, wasurete wa orumai."

"What did you say――"

"Nan da to――"

"I'm telling you not to get agitated. Besides, there's also this. Direct displays of force might even unite them. There's a possibility that overt aggression could rally them together, including your hated――no, our detested servants of the Holy King. I doubt we'd want to gift them with opportunities for martyrdom."

"Dakara gekisuru na to itte iru. Sore ni, da. Chokusetsu teki na boui wa yatsura o danketsu saseru osore mo aru darou. Omae no kirai na――iya, warera no imubeki seiou no geboku-domo ni, wazawaza junkyou no kikai o kurete yaru wake ni mo iku mai."

"Then for now, we'll let the humans kill each other, riight? In that case, I wonder if it's me or you who's more suitable?"

"Shibaraku wa, ningen-domo jishin no te de koroshi awaseru tte koto nee. To naru to, atashi ka anta ga tekinin kashiraa?"

"...I'll refrain. As one who excels in binding, I won't match up to you, skilled in misleading, tempting, and corrupting."

"...Ware wa enryo shiyou. Shibaru koto o honryou to suru ware de wa, madowashi sosonokashi otosu koto ni taketa kisama ni wa oyobu mai."

"Agreed, then."

"Kimari, da na."

"Oh, really? Thenn――"

"Ara, sou? Sore jaa――"

As soon as the decision was made, an anomaly occurred. The souls that had faintly illuminated the vast hollow began to converge towards a single point as if drawn in. The faded blue fireballs coalesced into a massive flame, gradually taking on a human-like form.

And once again, darkness was born.

However, it was a darkness deeper than darkness itself. It was a thick, intense crystallization of darkness that clearly manifested its form in a world devoid of light. It wasn't merely a shadow caused by the absence of light; it was the embodiment of evil that defiled and consumed light.

The being that had regained its form appeared to be a woman at first glance. Hair cascading gently like silk. Gemstone-like eyes glistening and overflowing. A well-proportioned nose and sensuously thick lips. Her lithe body possessed graceful limbs, depicting a meticulously crafted golden ratio with ample curves at the chest and a slender waist. At a glance, she could be mistaken for an enticingly beautiful woman.

However, to describe her as such would involve overlooking too many aberrations. What were those distorted sheep-like horns that stretched through her hair? The vertically split eyes that changed colors depending on the angle. The emotions conveyed by her disturbingly twisted lips—what were they? What about the two pairs of wings sprouting from her back, resembling bats, and the snake-like tail with a scythe-like head rising from the lascivious interstices?

A beautiful woman? No, a grotesque one.

This woman, revealing such an otherworldly form, was no human. She wasn't even an elf or any other long-lived race.

She was a monster beyond monsters. A pinnacle entity of evil――the demon race.

Also known as devils.

In the darkness where her kind now resided, this woman with a form as demonic as it could be smiled enchantingly at her fellow beings.

"――Well then, I guess I'll go ahead and have some fun?"

"――Sore jaa, hitoashi sakini tanoshinde kuru wa nee?"

A seductive yet arrogant smile, as if reveling in the right to fulfill her desires. Despite the repulsiveness stemming from the peak of beauty, the demons sent her off.

"Yes, go ahead. The suffering of the living and death are our ultimate desire and sustenance."

"Aa, iku ga yoi. Sei aru mono no kurushimi to shi koso, warera no hongan ni shite kate."

"The more you enjoy yourself, the closer our turn approaches."

"Omae ga yukai ni asobeba asobu hodo, ore-tachi no deban mo chikazuku wake da."

"...Do not underestimate the situation."

"...Seizei, yudan nado senu you ni na."

"Underestimate? Am I have to be cautious about such foolish creatures as humaans?"

"Yudan? Kono atashi ga keikai suru hitsuyou ga aru kashiraa, ningen nante o-baka na shuzoku nii?"

"Foolish, huh. Indeed. However, don't forget. Even horses have hooves, and deer, in addition, have antlers. Both are prey for hunting, but if carelessness leads to painful consequences, you may become an even greater fool than a horse. Keep that in mind."

"Baka, ka. Tashika ni sou da ga wasureruna. Uma ni mo hidzume ga ari, shika ni wa kuwaete tsuno mo aru. Izure mo kari no emono ni chigai wa nai ga, yudan kara teitai me o mireba, baka ni mo otoru gusha to narou. Yoku oboete oku kotoda."

"Yes, yees. I'll remember if I feel like iit."

"Hai haai. Ki ga muitara oboete oku wa nee."

Without taking the warning to heart, the female demon vanished along with the light of her magic. She must have used teleportation magic to depart. The three shapeless darknesses emitted a sigh-like presence.

"That whore still as shallow-headed as ever. Are you really okay leaving things to her?"

"Aikawarazu atama no karui baita da ze. Hontou ni makasete daijoubu ka?"

"...No, it's not her head that's shallow, but her eyes. If only she doesn't look at enemies lightly, she would be wiser than you."

"...Iya, karui no wa atama dewa naku me da. Teki o karuku miru koto sae nakereba, kisama yori yohodo no chiesha yo."

"That's why she's an idiot, isn't it? ...Oops, following your analogy, if someone suffer from idiots, they become a fool inferior to idiots, right?"

"Sore ga dekinai kara baka nan darou ga... Otto, omae no tatoe ni naraeba, baka aite ni itai me o mitara baka-miman no gusha ka."

"Stop with the sarcasm. Right now, there's no trace of the loathsome hounds of the accursed God on the continent. Most likely, she's gotten carried away with that fact."

"Hinikuru no wa yose. Ima, tairiku ni imaimashii kami no souku no kehai wa nai. Ookata, sore de maiagatte iru no darou."

"...Seven hundred years ago, and three hundred years ago. They obstructed us in this world――"

"...Nanahyaku nen mae to, sanbyaku nen mae. Warera o habanda, kono sekai ni a――"

"Stop, stop! Just hearing about them makes the wounds they left ache!"

"Yamero yamero! Kiku da ni yatsura ni kizama reta kizu ga uzuku!"

"Are they still not here, or are they still weak? Either way, the biggest obstacle is not present. Let's hope that woman does well. For the sake of our Lord――"

"Mada inai no ka, sore tomo mada yowai no ka. Nan ni seyo, saidai no jama mono wa inai no da. Ano onna ga umaku yaru koto o inorou. Warera ga okata ni――"

With those words as a signal, the three consciousnesses turned towards the depths of the dark void.

There, a throne awaited. It was unlike any human king's throne, incomparably grand in size.

Requiring such height to sit upon, for whose existence could such a throne be prepared?

"""We offer from this point forth, awaken with the countless spirits, our eternal master, the great Demon King."""

"""――Kore yori sasagu, amata no mitama mote mezame tamae, fumetsu naru warera ga aruji, idainaru Maou-heika"""

From the depths of the earth, the depths of hell, and the impure abyss, the words of prayer echoed.

Ironically, the sincerity of their supplication was similar to that of humans who prayed to gods.

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To be continued...

TL Note:

Yeah monstrously long chapter as always. Btw, after all there's no isekai without Demon King lmaoooo~~ I managed to find time working on this between my busy days ... Awawawawawawawa please consider supporting me~~~~~~~~~~ I'm just a broke 17 year old student awawawawawawawawawawawa~~~