《The Tyrant Empress is Obsessed with Me》
Prologue
Prologue
Prologue
At the age of sixteen, a run-in with a tree unlocked memories of my past life, leading me to the realization that this world was the setting of a novel I had once read.
However, it was ringly apparent that I was already on a one-way trip to hell.
Ascal Debrue.
The empress, seated with an air of daunting authority on the throne, called my name.
Yulia.
She was the very empress portrayed in the novel I had read.
Born a prodigy, she was graced with exceptional beauty, unmatched swordsmanship, and powerful magical abilities; however, she was also afflicted with a destructive and atrocious temperament.
Her cruel tendencies drove her to behead the servants who failed to meet her stringent standards, plunging the empire into her tyrannical rulea regime so severe that could make the most dreadful tyrants shudder.
As a result, Yulia eventually faces execution due to a rebellion, a destiny shared by the unfortunate servants under hermand.
So, to put it bluntly, Yulia is the captain of a sinking ship, and I need to escape this ship immediately.
You have served me excellently until now. You have strengthened the country and brought glory to my name.
Considering my exemry service, shouldnt I be entitled to early retirement then?
Thus, I bestow upon you the office of Prime Minister. You are bound to me, in life and death.
But, it seems its already toote.
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How did thingse to this point?
Chapter 1:
Chapter 1:
Themute for a 9th rank imperial official is tough.
Rainy days are muggy and tough, foggy days are challenging as you cant see ahead. When the weather is good, its so pleasant that its tough.
I wish I couldmute by carriage.
Just now, as Ascal watched a carriage overtaking him, mocking his pedestrian status, he felt a deep pang of envy. The carriages, powered by magic, are symbols of wealth or power here.
Usually, wealthy merchants, nobles, or officers of rank 5 and above ride them, supported by the nation. Anyway, since Ascal didnt fit any of those categories, he diligently moved his legs again today.
Stopping by the bakery he always visited on his way to work, Ascal grabbed freshly baked bread and fresh milk. He then took a bite of the bread.
The crispy bread with its rich buttery aroma tasted much better than any bread from his previous life.
The bread there was just expensive and seriously tasteless.
After moistening his slightly dry throat with milk, he walked while lost in various thoughts, and before he knew it, he had arrived at his workce.
Barba Empire - Government Office.
The majestic and grand building truly lived up to its name. Even to the untrained eye, it lookedvish, as if money had been stered all over it. Honestly, it was a bit ostentatious.
What time is it now... 9:10?
Looking at therge clock that hung decoratively atop the office, reportedly made on special order by the Magic Tower, Ascal flinched instinctively.
Office hours start at 9:00.
But he had no intention of entering immediately. He had to dy his entrance as much as possible.
To waste as much time as possible, he wandered around the office, and then checked the clock again. It was 9:17.
This should be good enough.
It wasnt.
Entering Division 4 of the Evaluation Department again today, Ascal felt hopeless.
Oh, youre the first toe in again today! Ascal! You are truly the most diligent official in our Evaluation Department!
These lunatics would only start to show up after 9:30, even though office hours began at 9:00. Some even reeked of alcohol, clearly having partied the night before.
This was the reality of the Empire.
In this primitive fantasy world, bureaucracy was still a nascent concept.
Speaking of which, its about time to select this months outstanding official.
The senior scratched his nose and walked towards the frame hanging on the office wall.
This should be removed now.
Phew.
Ascal heaved a sigh of relief.
Seeing his face framed and hung up every time he came to work was a serious burden.
But now that it was being removed It seemed all those intentional daily tardiness andziness were worthwhile.
Congrattions, Ascal. In September, you were unanimously chosen as the outstanding official again.
Damn it.
Congrattions!
Kudos, Ascal!
Youre truly the hope of our department!
Watching the officials give fervent apuse, Ascal deeply worried about the future of the empire.
This is why rebellions will rise and everyone will get executed. You crazy people.
Ascal renewed his resolution to escape from here.
However, resigning from the empire was never easy.
Did you hear? An official who imed they couldnt work and ran away got hunted down by the hounds and was eventually caught.
I heard not just him but his whole family was executed?
Right. I actually liked him because he was pretty good. Its a shame. He shouldve escaped better.
The superior scratched his head.
In this ce, casual conversations about who tried to escape and got caught weremon. The atmosphere even seemed to cheer for those attempts. Although most end up captured and executed in a gruesome manner.
By hounds, they mean the Intelligence Department directly under the Emperor. They had all the authority with the Emperor consent to monitor and investigate the officials.
So, once youve be an official in the empire, theres no ordinary way out. You either retire, die from an ident, or get fired for serious ipetence.
The first option is out of the question. Its rare for someone to retire from here safely, and Ascal knew the future. The empire would face rebellion and chaos long before his retirement age.
Dying from an ident isnt even worth discussing, so the only serious option Ascal was considering was the third one.
Getting fired for severe ipetence.
Its already thiste. Well, shouldnt everyone take their nap now?
The superior, with a goose feather pillow he brought from somewhere, fell asleep, snoring loudly. It happened in just a minute.
Ascal looked around to see if anyone else had serious doubts about this abnormal work environment.
None.
Everyone was sound asleep.
It was disheartening.
Not to mention a terrible job These people just didnt work at all.
How can I get fired from here...?
It wasnt easy.
It wasnt untilte afternoon that the atmosphere in the Evaluation Department shifted to something resembling work.
But as for the work, in Division 4, which wasnt the main one like Division 1, their main tasks were just affixing tags to antiques for categorization, orughing at and rejecting the business proposals of young and seemingly clueless entrepreneurs seeking state subsidies.
Wow. This guy ns to teach trolls to speak and use them on construction sites? He must be out of his mind.
At least its more constructive than that person who wanted to farm using goblin feces.
Ascal simply joined in theughter initiated by his superior.
From Ascals observations over a long period, it wasnt so much about how realistic or usible the business proposals were. What mattered to the superior was more about who was behind the proposal.
Think about it. If the person has a robust background, wont they have useful connections even if they run a business? It means a higher sess rate. And if I approve it, wont some crumbs fall on me? Theres always a logical reason. Ah, this proposal is from the heir of the Berg family. Approved.
Regardless, after procrastinating as much as he could, the superior, faced with a mountain of proposals, finally sighed and said,
Please take care of the rest.
The superior used his privilege to leave early.
Truth be told, even if he took the liberty, a lower-level official like Ascal didnt have the authority to take responsibility. What if he approved a wrong proposal and wasted the nations money? He could end up bearing the me and getting fired.
...Fired?
A sudden inspiration shed in Ascals mind.
Title: Improvements in Magic Stone Production Using New Materials
The subsequent proposal, spanning dozens of pages, wasden with technical terms and iprehensible concepts. It was practically indecipherable unless you were an expert in the field.
Yet, Ascal believed this business proposal was fraudulent. Specifically, because it was too intricate. It reeked of a scam.
Moreover, if the author truly had the expertise, wouldnt they have sent their proposal to Division 1 instead of Division 4, which was a cesspool of corruption and ipetence?
Furthermore, the proposer was an unknown alchemist.
A rejection was obviously in order.
To even im they need a significant amount? Such a scam-like proposal should definitely be...
Title: Improvements in Magic Stone Production Using New Materials
By Ascal Debrue
Ascal nervously looked around. Predictably, no one was paying attention to him.
He then sneaked into the office of the division chief, who had left to enjoy horse riding, and discreetly inserted the Magic Stone Improvement Proposal, which demanded a hefty amount of funding, among the approved ones.
With this, the scammer would walk away with the nations money, and Ascal would bebeled as an ipetent official who couldnt identify such a fraud.
If Im lucky, Ill be fired. If not, my reputation will plummet.
He might be given a cold shoulder for a while, but at least hed be a step closer to getting fired.
Please scammer, help me with this.
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Empire Newspaper, Front Page
F*ck!
Chapter 2:
Chapter 2:
Human affairs never seemed to go as expected.
For instance, a business proposal Ascal had approved, thinking it would fail, became a hit and made the front page of the newspaper. Or his favorite bakery suddenly closed its doors.
Now who will prepare my breakfast?
With his stomach growling, Ascal roamed the streets like a vagabond until, fortunately, he stumbled upon a street vendor selling sandwiches.
It was a vendor he had never seen before, but beggars cant be choosers. Besides, the woman making the sandwiches seemed quite skilled.
One ham and cheese sandwich, please.
Ascal took a bite of the sandwich.
It was moving.
People often thought of a sandwich as simply some meat between slices of bread, and they were not wrong. But depending on how it was made, the difference could be night and day.
The diligently toasted outeryer of the bread and the rich aroma of fresh cheese immediately whet the appetite. And when Ascal took a bite, the bread crisply crumbled while the meats juiciness and the lettuce added texture. Choosing this vendor was absolutely right.
Is it to your liking?
Ascal wiped a speck of sauce from his cheek with the back of his hand.
The woman kindly looked his way, her golden hair softly swaying in the wind.
Its incredibly delicious.
Truth be told, its a recipe I usually make just for kids, so I wasnt sure how an adult would find it.
For kids?
She appeared young, in her early twenties. Hearing the word kids from her, Ascal was momentarily taken aback.
Oh, I teach children in an orphanage.
Youre doing noble work.
Hehe, its rewarding and enjoyable.
Feeling ted from having such a delicious sandwich, Ascal pointed at the array of sandwiches on disy.
Can I have all that you have right now?
All of them? Are you sure?
I think my colleagues at work should also get to taste this sandwich.
It wasnt hard to deduce that the money from selling those sandwiches would help the children of the orphanage. With a bag full of sandwiches, Ascal began to walk away.
Then, a realization hit him.
A beautiful woman with golden hair, teaching children at an orphanage, and possessing excellent culinary skills...
It clicked for Ascal.
She resembled the character Eileen from the novel.
In the novel, Eileen, having lost her orphanage due to the tyranny of Yulia, awakened her divine power and was hailed as a Saintess. She yed a pivotal role in the ensuing rebellion.
Of course, in the current timeline, Yulia wasnt the empress yet, and Eileen hadnt lost her orphanage. It was a story set in the not-so-near future.
Regardless.
Alright. Im impressed.
It was an unexpected gain.
From now on, he would continue buying his morning sandwiches from here.
Because, even if a rebellion aroseter, he would have an ally to cling to by his side.
Soon after, Ascal arrived at the government office.
And he sensed that something was off.
At this hour, the office should typically be deserted due to everyone beingte. However, it was unusually bustling with people.
Given the intuition he developed as a Grade 9 administrator, he felt the need to be cautious. Trying to be inconspicuous, he opened the door to Division 4 and was taken aback.
Everyone from Division 4 had already arrived.
These were people who habitually came inte, yet all of them were present. It was undoubtedly a harbinger of some significant event.
Ah Youve finally arrived.
The department head, who was typically nowhere to be seen, spoke gravely.
We received a message earlier that the Minister of Magic will be visiting our department. Everyone should be seated and appear to be busy working - no, actually be working.
Minister of Magic.
For a Grade 9 underling like Ascal, this was an individual of untouchable stature.
Why is the Minister visiting our department?
Thats what we dont know, which is concerning. Sit down; He will be arriving soon.
It was fortunate that the visitor was the Minister of Magic, known amongst the ministers for disliking unnecessary formalities.
This meant there was no need for any pretentious disy.
Ascal settled in his seat and began working. His instincts as a lower-ranking administrator automatically responded to the news of the imminent visit from the Minister.
Hmm. Is that a project proposal?
Yes, its a n to improve the sewer system using magic stones.
What do you think?
Its obviously a lie. If you look closely, all the magical forms are a mess. Theyve merely drafted an impressive-looking proposal to embezzle the funds.
Its a relief for the empire to have an administrator like you.
At those words, Ascal instinctively raised his head.
A middle-aged man with a distinguished presence stood there. It was impossible to determine how long hed been standing there.
Minister-nim!
The color drained from the department heads face as he stumbled forward.
I am Herben, the head of Evaluation Department 4. Its truly an honor to meet you, Minister-nim.
This is Minister of Magic Robin.
What brings you to our 4th department today? May I assist you?
Ignoring the flustered head, Robin gazed intently at Ascal.
Whats your name?
Ascal.
Ascal, what are your thoughts on the current state of the empire?
It was a rather heavy question.
At that moment, the department head interjected.
The empire is flourishing more than ever. All thanks to the magnificent grace of His Majesty the Emperor...
Silence. I was asking Ascal.
Under Robins sharp retort, the department head looked as crestfallen as a scolded puppy.
It reminds me of a frog in a pot.
Oh? And why is that?
Because it doesnt realize its being boiled. On the surface, everything seems fine, but the temperature rises slowly. By the time the water starts boiling, its toote.
For a moment, Robins expression changed.
The light-hearted amusement in his eyes from witnessing a witty young man turned gravely serious.
Are you suggesting theres a w in His Majestys reign?
An individual cannot reverse the flow, no matter how extraordinary they might be.
Hmm.
Robins stern expression rxed, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
You, young man. Have you ever considered joining the Ministry of Magic?
The Ministry of Magic was one of the rare ces in the empire that got things done properly.
To Robin, Ascal was a gem.
It was a shame for such a gem to waste away in a dump like the Evaluation Department.
I apologize, but I still have much to do in the Evaluation Department.
Thats a pity.
Robins appetite was whetted.
It was always the case with people like Ascal.
The ipetent and the fickle easily shifted their positions, but those with real skill hesitated to change their stations so recklessly. Robin found himself admiring Ascal even more.
If you ever change your mind, just let me know. A position for you will always be kept open.
Im grateful just for the offer.
Oh, Ive held on to a promising young man like you for too long. Here, take this.
From within his robes, Robin pulled out a decree adorned with gold leaf.
...What is this?
Congrattions on your promotion, Ascal. Thanks to your discovery and enhancement of the magical stone, the Ministry of Magic is deeply indebted. As a token of our gratitude, and because I truly wanted to meet you in person.
Ascal felt light-headed as he looked at the decree.
Anyway, a two-grade jump in promotion is a first for me, even in all my years. Hahaha!
He had be a 7th-grade official.
This meant that escaping the empire had just be more difficult.
Ascal had previouslyid out ns to flee the empire covertly as a contingency if things went south.
But as a 7th-grade official, hed attract more attention from the Emperors hounds.
Compared to a 9th-grade, who could disappear one day without anyone batting an eye, it was now significantly harder to make an exit.
With this, all his escape ns might go down the drain.
Im f*cked, seriously.
But then again, as expected, the Minister of Magic did have disdain for the Emperor.
He valued the citizens far more than the current Emperor, who was steeped in luxury.
In the historical ounts of the novels, the Minister of Magic joined the rebel forces. He engages in a fierce battle with Yulia, the next in line for the throne, but ultimately faces defeat and meets his demise.
Moving to the Ministry of Magic wouldnt be a wise choice either.
Truthfully, when the Minister had suggested the transfer earlier, his heart had sunk.
Though it seemed appealing on the surface, it essentially meant getting directly involved in a rebellion.
Isnt there some way out? Maybe mess things up in a monumental way... make a major blunder to appear ipetent.
He needed to act before it was toote.
Ascal found himself deep in thought in the empty office of the 3rd Department.
It was still summer.
Chapter 3:
Chapter 3:
Ascal received a gold namete.
Looking at the namete haphazardly ced on the desk of the empty office, an inexplicable sense of doubt crept in.
Maybe I should just close my eyes and run away.
No.
Given the increased attention on him, there was no doubt that if he fled now, hed immediately be pursued.
The only way out was, as always, to prove his ipetence and get fired.
Alright. Whateveres my way, Ill mess it up thoroughly.
Yet, a day passed, then two, and still no real tasks came Ascals way.
A government job was always like this: insanely busy at times, but unbelievably idle at others.
Ascal even went to his boss to inquire.
Do I have any tasks to do?
Oh, something wille up soon. Just rx.
And just like that, a whole month passed in this way.
Surprisingly, Ascal had nothing to do the entire time.
The meal today is good.
In the deserted office, he ate a takeaway sandwich, then sat nkly gazing out the window.
With so much idle time, he recently took up gardening.
Today, the little nt sprouted. The fertilizer seemed to have worked well. So today he changed its soil.
Grow strong and tall.
While documenting his nts progress, he suddenly had a moment of deep reflection.
Please, give me some work...
If one were to summarize his daily routine, it would be: Eat, use the restroom, sit aimlessly at the desk, water the nt, and then leave when it is time.
To some, this might seem like a dream life. But feeling as though he was on borrowed time, Ascal couldnt bear the boredom.
I cant take this anymore. I need to request a department transfer.
It was at that moment when he was about to rise from his seat.
Pardon the intrusion, Head Ascal.
The person who had entered the office was an unexpected figure.
Kane.
The head of Evaluation Department 1 and a 4th-grade official.
He was essentially the power behind Evaluation Department 1, which was pretty much the raison dtre of the entire Evaluation Department.
Unlike him, the figurehead of Department 3, who was basically a non-entity, Kane was a man deserving of respect.
As Ascal was about to reflexively greet him, he paused.
Right now, he was like a young upstart who had risen too quickly. Despite being only a 7th-grade official, hed snagged the department head position.
To Kane, who had earned his Department 1 head position purely on merit, Ascal was likely a thorn in his side.
But what if Ascal yed the part of the arrogant upstart? In no time, hed be ostracized and eventually phased out of the Evaluation Department. Then, even if he quit, nobody would likely care.
Its not courteous to visit another department without prior notice.
Ah, my apologies.
In the future, Id appreciate a prior notice. What brings you here?
Perfect.
With that level of cheek, he could probably win an office insolence contest. Proof of his sess was evident in Kanes face, which had stiffened from the pleasant smile hed worn just moments ago.
I have a task Id like to delegate to you sir Ascal. Its and evaluation, and given your renowned expertise, I believe youre the right person for it. Of course, youre free to decline.
How long had it been since he was offered any work? Holding back a triumphant smile, Ascal replied with as much gravitas as he could muster.
Ill take it on.
Ah, you will? Ill send over the necessary documents shortly then.
Without even looking at Kane, Ascal pretended to read a report and gave a slight nod. All to seem as rude as possible until the end.
...Has he left?
Once certain Kane had entirely vanished, Ascal slouched in his chair. It had been a pretty sessful act on his part. Moreover, he secured the project he had so eagerly wanted.
And if this presumptuous neer now spectacrly ruins the job?
Resignation wouldnt be far off.
Hehe, Hehe, Hehehehe.
The tasks in the Evaluation Department were simple. For the empire, they evaluate everything that can be evaluated. And, of course, this included people.
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Did you meet with Ascal Debrue?
Yes.
Kane took off his coat, which his secretary naturally took and hung up.
Ive heard rumors that hes just a lucky rookie.
Thats just envy from the ipetent.
Kane always remembered to wear a friendly smile in front of everyone. Most people would rx seeing a slightly portly, good-natured middle-aged man smiling at them. Subconsciously, theyd see him as easygoing.
In doing so, theyd let their guard down. Kane was always ready to assess such people.
He didnt rx in my presence, not even a bit. He even red at me, as if questioning my intentions. An audacious kid in his early twenties, doing that to me.
Despite his words, Kane seemed neither angry nor offended. The Evaluation Department was in shambles, with too fewpetent individuals.
Ipetent folks just siphoned off the empires resources without offering anything of value. However,
Ascal Debrue is a gem.
Kane had risen from the bottom to the head of Department 1 purely based on his skill and performance.
His evaluations were never wrong.
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How can I ruin it in a way that I be infamous?
Ascal opened the report brought from Department 1.
In essence, it was about evaluatingnd. Deciding where to establish a tourist attraction to attract foreign visitors.
Ascal carefully read the report. There were three potential areas:
1. Ancient ruins: Packed with ancient relics, it would attract visitors if a museum were built.
2. Rocky Canyon: Features a massive cliff with a waterfall, offering beautiful natural scenery.
3. Deserted in: Barren and devoid of attractions, but its easily essible, ideal for carriages.
To sum it up briefly:
At a nce, number 3 was obviously a bust. The report conveyed, in its professionalnguage, a nuance suggesting one should choose between 1 and 2.
Might be time for my first business field trip.
Ascal pondered deeply for several weeks, visiting the potential sites.
The ancient ruins site indeed had relics that would intrigue artists and schrs. Establishing a museum there could yield significant revenue.
Then, the Rocky Canyon. Despite visiting numerous attractions before, he hadnte across such breathtaking natural beauty in a long time. The sheer cliffs seemed to dwarf any human observer.
Lastly, the barren ins. Literally nothing special, with its only perk being ease of transportation.
Ive made up my mind.
Ascal finalized his decision and submitted the report to his superiors.
The Deserted ins? Are you certain about this choice?
Yes, Im sure.
Alright. I trust your judgment, Ascal. Just bear in mind, that the council is keenly observing this project. Any failures could affect your rank.
It was the most reassuring news of Ascal.
The die was cast.
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Did you hear? The head of Department 3 made a big blunder.
He set up a tourist spot in a ce thats utterly barren. What a lunatic.
His lucks finally run out. Tsk. Hes bound for demotion.
Several Months had passed since Ascal submitted his report.
Walking the halls, he overheard the whispers maligning his decision. Indeed, his choice was vindicated: the tourist attraction in the barren ins had almost no visitors. It was running at a loss.
Watching his reputation plummet in real time, Ascal wore a smile. At this rate, being asked to resign wouldnt be surprising.
As he was preemptively packing his office belongings, expecting to be let go any day, someone burst through the door.
HOT SPRINGS!!!!!!!
...?
The person, whod yelled loud enough to make ones ears ring, was a colleague from when Ascal was in Department 4.
Her name was Sushia. She had recently transferred to Department 3, thinking it was the ce to be.
Breathless, she eximed,
Sir! A hot spring erupted in the barren ins!! Its now swamped with tourists!! Did you foresee this!!?
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What are you talking about?
A hot spring erupted in the barren ins?
How?
Why?
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Hearing the news, Ascal personally went to the barren ins to see for himself.
And what he saw was beyond belief.
From the massive hot spring, with steam billowing out, countless foreigners were enjoying its warmth.
Oh, man. Theres something different about these imperial hot springs.
It feels like its healing my soul.
They say if you enjoy the hot spring and then drink some imperial milk, youd taste heaven without actually dying.
Is this really happening?
No.
This? Can this even be real?
Always knew it Ascal, you
Kane, whod alsoe to the Deserted ins, spoke with evident admiration.
Youve always had a discernment that even I couldnt match.
And the next day,
He received the familiar, gold-embossed appointment letter.
Haa, this familiar letter of appointment.
Chapter 4:
Chapter 4:
Theres a saying that goes, Luck ounts for 70%, effort for 30%.
The interpretation could vary, but Ascalpletely disagreed with this sentiment.
Simply because, to him, it was all about luck, 100% of it.
Look, Manager Ascal is passing by.
I heard he was selected as the Manager of the Year by the evaluation department.
You know, just his walk has this certain aura...
Dang. I want to be his friend.
His ears tingled from all the whispers.
Doing his best to avoid the crowd, Ascal entered his office.
A new framed picture had been added. The portrait, seemingly painted by a skilled artist, excessively morized and facing forward, disyed Ascal. Below it read:
He had hoped the hot spring discovered in the wastnd was just a temporary phenomenon, but there was no such miracle.
Rumors even had it that the springs contained traces of magic, enhancing ones health with just a single bath. As a result, it became a huge tourist attraction.
Thanks to this, the stature of the evaluation department was skyrocketing, and at its center was Ascal, basking in an unprecedented poprity hed never experienced before.
He was even receiving love letters. Quite a number of them, in fact.
Of course, Ascal was well aware that these werent letters of pure emotion; they were from people looking for a golden opportunity to climb the socialdder.
The letters, made of seemingly good quality, burned smoothly when tossed into the heater, making for good kindling.
Ah, Manager Ascal. Youre here.
Its my office. Isnt it natural for me to be here?
Haha. I thought you might be out on business, given how busy you always are.
Despite the sarcastic remark, Kaneughed it off heartily.
Lately, Kane, the head of department 1, frequented Ascals office. It seemed Ascal had genuinely won over Kane favor.
Had it been any other department head, they wouldve eagerly cozied up to Kane, the real power yer, but Ascal wanted to cut those ties with a dagger.
What brings you here?
Didnt you hear? Theres a dinner party tonight.
Dinner party.
At that word, the memories from a past life surged in Ascals head.
That horrid culture where, after pouring alcohol into ones belly until heavily intoxicated, they would vow evesting allegiance, only to regurgitate it all beneath amppost a few hourster.
This world was not much different.
Do I really have to attend?
Of course. Arent you the man of the hour?
What exactly did I do?
Kane responded incredulously.
You yed a pivotal role in the revolutionary improvement of a magical stone that wouldve gone unrecognized and buried. Plus, you personally surveyed and developed the hot springs in the wastnd, making a significant contribution to the empires treasury.
Was this some kind of tribute to a great person? Ascal wanted to cover his ears.
And youre only ever ten minuteste.
Are there any officials who are neverte?
Not that I know of.
I really need to get out of this godforsaken ce.
Ascal made a mental note once again. However, he had an uncanny feeling hed made this resolve before.
Must be imagining things.
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What should our toast be? To the Barba Empire?
Nah, a toast has toe from the heart.
Oh, does it?
To safely reaching retirement, getting our full pension, and living off that pension for the rest of our days!
To that!
The ce Ascal was forcibly dragged to was an upscale restaurant in the capital called Whales Breath.
From what Ascal knew, it was among the priciest in the empire. It was unreachable for the average wage earner and even the well-to-do upper ss had to stretch to afford it.
In such a posh ce, officials in their uniforms had rented out an entire floor, making a racket. And at that, Ascal was reminded of mobsters hed seen in old movies.
Eat up, Ascal. When else would you get a chance to dine at Whales Breath? Theres just something else about food paid for with taxpayers money; it just tastes better.
Yes, Im eating.
The main head of evaluation Departments kept offering food with a friendly smile. It felt a bit oppressive, especially since he had taken the seat right next to Ascal.
To make things worse, on Ascals right was Kane, the head of Department 1. He was sandwiched between two quite overwhelming individuals.
It was very oppressive.
From afar, envious nces were cast their way.
To them, this mustve looked like the royal seats reserved for those guaranteed a bright future.
Royal seats, my foot... more like a straight path to the execution block.
If a rebellion were to break out, not only the royal family but high-ranking officials would be executed in sequence.
Staying a low-ranking official would be more advantageous for survival. However, it was already toote for that thought.
By the way, Ascal, how on earth did you discover the hot spring in the wastnd?
As the alcohol began to flow, the main head of the evaluation Department asked in a serious tone,
It was just good luck.
Come on. Its just us here. Be honest for once.
The main head exaggeratedly feigned disappointment. The scent of alcohol emanated from his slightly flushed face.
Its true. I was just fortunate.
No matter how much he was pressed, all he had to say was that he had been lucky. After all, that was the truth.
Youre even keeping secrets in front of your superior? Tsk, disappointing, Ascal. I thought better of you.
Whistling, the main head excused himself, seemingly heading to the restroom.
Ascal wondered what he supposedly saw in him to say he thought better. He was so baffled that he just picked up some meat with his chopsticks and ate.
At least the food was good. Without that constion, he wouldnt have been able to endure this drinking session.
Interesting.
Amid all this, Kane seemed to have had some realization, nodding his head thoughtfully.
Whats with him?
Ascal had no clue what Kane was thinking.
A young man whos had a drink tends to be unpredictable. In that sense, Kanes internal evaluation of Ascal had just risen a notch due to Ascals discretion in not revealing his secret, despite the relentless questioning from the main head.
All in all, it was an utterly maddening dinner.
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The next day:
Ascal found packagesid out in his office.
It began with food, clothes, and flowers, but then extended to valuable knick-knacks, and even needless ornaments.
From farmers, and sessful clothing store owners, to florists. A bewildered Ascal asked Kane, who happened to drop by the office,
What are all these?
Nothing significant, just bribes. Seems like its about time you started receiving some. Youre being recognized as an important figure now.
Arent officials not supposed to ept bribes?
Kanes eyes widened at Ascals words.
What kind of nonsense is that?
...Nevermind.
It appeared thatmon sense in this pseudo-medieval fantasynd differed slightly from the modern era.
Since the bribes werent particrly useful, Ascal passed them straight to the orphanage where Eileen resided, under the pseudonym Tall Uncle.
This would prove to be a good insuranceter on.
By the way, now that youre a 6th-grade official, you should have an assistant. Got anyone in mind?
Not really.
In that case, Ill filter out somepetent people and give you a list. Hows that sound?
Id appreciate that.
Later that afternoon, Kane returned with a mountain of documents.
Are there this many candidates?
Well, youve be quite famoustely. So, theres an overwhelming number of applicants. Ive narrowed it down to the cream of the crop.
Ascal reviewed the resumes of the applicants.
The first was a knight who had served in the Rosemary Order. The knight wasmitted to providing 24-hour close protection, but his disposition seemed questionable. Pass.
The second was a mage who had researched dark magic at the magic tower and was subsequently recruited by the empire after causing an uproar.
He expressed a desire to study my brain. Is he out of his mind? Pass.
Having sifted through numerous resumes, including those from renowned ountants and even offspring of nobility, Ascal felt a headacheing on.
Just pick anyone.
Honestly, it didnt matter to him.
He wasnt nning to work much anyway.
Understood. Ill take responsibility and select the perfect candidate for you.
Kane seemed to take this task very seriously, clenching his fist with a sense of strong responsibility.
He really didnt need to go to such lengths.
A few dayster, Kane, who imed he would select a truly talented candidate, just as he said, truly ended up choosing a talented* person.
Let me introduce you. This is Miss Lia.
Ascal slowly lifted his head. Flowing tinum blonde hair and eyes that looked like they were embedded with aquamarine were in front of him.
For a moment, Ascal felt as though he had been struck by lightning.
Pleased to meet you. Im Lia.
She may have concealed her identity, but Ascal knew.
She was the future empress and the empires third princess, Yulia.
Why on earth are you here...?
[TN: Talented: The term Talented originally is a very nice wordy by the author. In typical Korean usage, refers to talent or a talented person. The twist lies in the apanying Hanja characters .
this () Denotes person and () Signifies disaster or cmity.
So whenbined, the Hanja interpretation of alludes to a human disaster or a disaster of a person.
I just loved what the author did here .]
Chapter 5:
Chapter 5:
Casually spinning the vending machine, a Super Super Rare ticket popped out. But the issue was that this SSR ticket was a one-way pass to hell.
Initially, Lia was dismissed and Ascal had a serious discussion with Kane.
After thorough consideration, regretfully, it seems she cannot join me. Thank you for dedicating your precious time to participate in this assistant recruitment.
..Whats wrong with your way of speaking?
For a moment, flustered, Ascals past lifes trauma surfaced. He wiped the cold sweat with the back of his hand.
In any case, you dont like Miss Lia. But think again. Miss Lia is young and talented like you. Among the numerous applicants, shes a standout talent.
Kane was the type to not easily let go when he had taken a liking to someone. Of course, Lia was exceptional.
If the future Swordmaster, Archmage, General, Chef, Artist, Schr, Author, Politician, and Tyrant werent considered talented, then the others might as well be crawling worms.
However, since Lia was actually Princess Yulia, Ascal couldnt keep a walking time bomb by his side.
Ascal cleared his throat and rebutted seriously.
Isnt her identity unclear?
What are you talking about? Miss Lia is the esteemed daughter of the Viscount Cinus. There are very few people who are as clear as she is..
Since she was hiding her identity as the Empires 3rd Princess, Ascal thought that might be a weakness, but it turned out she had already perfected her identity.
Ascal prepared his next attack.
Isnt her experiencecking?
Miss Lia has been excellent, maintaining top grades in the assistant courses for a year. There are numerous testimonies to her dedication. She doesnt lose to anyone in terms of experience.
No.
She took assistant courses in the meantime?
A genius who also puts in effort? Thats unfair.
She was not an easy opponent.
Ascal pondered, smacking his lips.
If he continued to argue, there was a chance hed inevitably be seen as picking a needless fight.
Perhaps his next attack should be hisst.
He must be careful.
I swore I would never use this method.
But she is a woman, after all.
...
Silence fell for a moment.
Before being forcibly transformed into a sexist, Ascal hurriedly continued his words.
Undoubtedly, physical strength is needed when performing official duties. We already have Sushia in our third department. We need someone to do the heavy lifting.
What are you talking about, haha. This guy.
Kane burst into a heartyugh.
Cant she just use magic power?
Ah.
I forgot this is a fantasy world.
I thought I might have to retreat if you disliked women. But if youre worried about that, its unfounded. Miss Lia is skilled in magic as well.
I should have just boldly been sexist.
Ascals head grew faint.
In the end, Ascal, failing to build an iron wall, reluctantly decided to ept Lia as an intern assistant after a dramatic negotiation.
During the probation period, I will find some way to find fault and dismiss her.
Did his boss, who used to nitpick him in his previous job, feel the same? A moment of btedly understanding his feelings came.
What should I do first?
Do you have to ask about your work?
Yulia.
The future empress, who was currently disguising herself with the background of being the daughter of Viscount Cinus, was now enduring her new role as Ascals assistant.
We will start with cleaning.
Lia bowed her head slightly and began cleaning the office.
Ascal didnt even reply and skimmed through the documents.
Today, too, there were only simple tasks that would end in ten minutes.
Why is the workload at this damn job so light?
The cleaning is done.
Already?
Not long after starting the document work, Lia approached and spoke to Ascal.
Surely she didnt do a quick, shoddy job because I asked her to clean?
If she did, it was even better.
Because he could kick her out forziness.
Ascal, with fire in his eyes, checked every corner of the office.
Its clean.
It was amazing.
She managed to clean this thoroughly in such a short time. Did the future empress also possess the talent of a cleaner?
It was dangerous to underestimate an opponent.
Ascal knew the pitfalls of cleaning.
He moved towards the window, pressing his index finger against the frame.
Look at this. Its a problem if you dont clean up even the smallest part of it. If you cant perfect something like this, how will you handle official duties...
Ascals words halted when he observed his finger.
No dust adhered to it.
None at all.
No.
He couldnt give up.
I can do this.
Ascal, firm in resolve, rubbed the corner of the window frame once more with his finger.
Finally coaxing a single speck of dust onto his finger, he spoke again.
How do you intend to manage official duties? Do it again.
I apologize. I will clean it again.
Ill be stepping out for a moment, have it finished by the time I return.
To be honest, it was ridiculous.
It seemed like a tough n to oust her using work negligence as an excuse.
He would have to switch tactics to office harassment.
Ascal, with a n in mind, approached Sushia.
Lets have a quick talk outside.
The weather was beginning to cool down.
Ascal took a long drag from his smoking pipe and spoke.
What do you think of the new assistant?
Sushia was a 9th-grade official.
Technically, the assistant to the head of the Evaluation Department was treated as a 7th-grade official.
Being suddenly parachuted in like this might be upsetting.
? I dont think much of it?
Ah, right.
That was her character.
Sushia waspetent but only did what was asked and nothing more. Notzy with work, she was precisely the type suited for a long administrative career.
I have a favor to ask. Harass Lia for me.
Youre into that kind of thing?
No. Truthfully, Im not too thrilled about her as an assistant, but I epted her for now since I can sense the gaze of the head of Department 1.
Well, if its for that reason, I can help.
Indeed, Sushia was reliable.
The two, pretending to be on a casual stroll but also scoping out the situation, returned to Department 3.
...Did we enter the wrong office?
But something was off.
They were sure theyd entered the right way, yet the office seemed peculiar.
It shimmered as if it were a new building freshly waxed.
Wee back.
Lia, with her hair tightly pulled back, responded as she finished cleaning.
In less than an hour, shed entirely flipped the office. She could win a global cleaningpetition with those skills.
While Ascal was at a loss for words, Sushia approached Lia.
Hey. Even if it looked messy, everything was arranged in a certain order, you know. Whats up with rearranging it as you please?
Well done, Sushia.
Press her some more.
She must never know that the one she was pressing is the future empress.
Phew. No, dont do that next time.
Sushia sat in her chair with exaggerated, noisy steps. An excellent non-verbal expression.
Ascal hurriedly examined Liasplexion.
Except for a slight darkening, there seemed to be no significant change.
Pressing too hard could also be problematic. No matter how politically weak Yulia is at the moment, if she goes crazy, there will be no answer.
The point was, that it was crucial to press just enough.
Since Sushia seemed to know that line well, he decided to leave it entirely to her.
And just like that, a week had passed.
Ah? Really? She did that?
Yes. She seemed lost, wandering around the government building, but when I gave her a snack, she followed me to the entrance.
Wow. That must have been really cute. I wish Id seen it.
Ascal, working from his chair, looked towards where Sushia was. She was talking with Lia. But there was a problem.
They seemed too friendly.
Sushia, what are you doing?
Feeling a sense of crisis, Ascal tapped Sushias shoulder.
Lets have a chat.
Stepping outside, the two once again inhaled the smoke from their pipes.
What happened? Didnt you say youd harass her until she left?
When we talked, she seemed like a good kid. Cant we just work together?
Work together, on what exactly?
You and I have already booked our tickets to the afterlife.
Dont you see the ferryman of death waving from afar?
Swallowing such words, Ascal spoke.
No.
Hmm. Then it might be best if you harass her yourself, manager.
A gut feeling struck him.
The dynamics were subtly shifting.
Go any further and hed be the one ostracized. This was why a workce full of women was tricky.
Ascal took a step back.
Alright, for now. Go on in. Ill head back in a bit.
Okay.
Sushia, with her nonchnt disposition towards honor, was indeed great, but in situations like this, problematic.
Taking another puff of smoke and contemting a solution, Ascal noticed a seemingly kind middle-aged man approaching from a distance. It was Kane.
Ah. Taking a break too? Good timing. I have a message for you.
A message?
Viscount Yorick has requested civilian assistance this time. He said he needed help with farmbor. Originally, its a task for Department 1, but he insists that you, Ascal, should definitelye. Kind of a favor, you could say.
Me? To farm?
Hes one of your supporters. Despite everything, isnt Viscount Yorick quite influential in central politics? Its a good opportunity to build connections. And after all, you can just order your subordinates to do the farm work, cant you?
Farm work, with its heavybor, would even exhaust the most seasoned soldiers during the peak of the season. Moreover, even though the weather had cooled slightly, it was still hot during the day. Ascal intended to refuse, if possible.
Wait a minute. Heavybor?
A good idea struck, and Ascal smiled.
Understood. Let our Department 3 handle this civilian assistance.
Chapter 6:
Chapter 6:
The Empire had a beautiful system called Civil Support.
When it was harvest season or peak times, and the citizens were busy, leading to a shortage ofbor, they could rightfully request manpower from the Empire through this system.
Then, after examination, the Empire sent idle manpower from the nation for civil support. Generally, the victims of this duty were soldiers, but in this case, it was officials.
The reason was simple. General Cedricined in the Council, iming that only his soldiers were being pushed to work. Our department main head stepped up, saying we would take care of what was perceived as a minor thing.
And now, our departments main head asked his immediate deputy if there were any officials avable to go out for civil support. The deputy tossed this headache of a matter onto the head of Department 1.
Finally, Kane, the head of Department 1, dumped the problem onto Department 3, and thus, the final victims became Department 3.
Seeing your face like this is really great. Manager Ascal. Youre as handsome as Ive heard.
Viscount Yorick, who appeared to be of middle to old age, stroked his white beard and shed a kindly smile.
Typically, at Viscount Yoricks age, saying handsome often needed to be interpreted as looking capable rather than actually having amendable appearance.
It is an honor to meet you, my lord.
Ascal bowed respectfully.
Stand up now. Should a valuable body, which serves the nation, bow so deeply!
Viscount Yoricks mouth corners lifted in a pleasant smile. It was amon trait among the elderly to appreciate when the youth were nimble and courteous.
However, today youll have to bow quite a lot. Theres an awful lot of sweet potatoes to dig up.
Viscount Yorick, who handed over a hat with a long brim to shield from the sunlight, proceeded towards the sweet potato field. Department 3 followed him like ducklings trailing behind their mother.
Do you engage in fieldwork yourself without employing others?
Hmm? Its not particrly strenuous. I do it myself for a bit of exercise. Moreover, when I verify the quality of the food with my own eyes, cant I confidently rmend it to others?
It was said that Viscount Yoricks family had been of farming origins since ancient times. Near the Empires capital, Viscount Yorick, who had been engaged in farming from generation to generation, seemed less like a noble one might typically know, and more like a benevolent farmer.
However, one might see him a bit differently knowing that thends he owned were among the most fertile and expensive in the Empire.
Viscount Yorick was a farmer and, simultaneously, a real estate king.
Bear in mind. If you make a good impression on Viscount Yorick, your future will be secure.
Ascal recalled Kanes admonition.
It was advice given with some consideration for him, but that advice... actually was not very useful.
Because, once Yulia became the Emperor, she would simply forcefully confiscate all of Lord Yoricks fertilends. Casually tying him to treason.
The despair of Viscount Yorick, having thends he tended to all his life unjustly seized, was persuasively depicted even within the novel.
Was it Lia, you said? Is this your first time doing fieldwork?
I tried it a bit when I was young, following my parents.
Hmm. A novice, then. Watch closely what I do.
Much like dealing with a cute granddaughter, Viscount Yorick sincerely taught Lia.
Indeed, true to her genius that even defies the god of talent, Lia quickly became ustomed to fieldwork after trying a few times.
Youre truly diligent, Miss Lia. Have you considered marrying into our family? Hehe.
I apologize. I am yet insufficient for marriage.
What a pity. Eh,pared to you, myzy son is less useful than the fertilizer in the field. Hes aged enough but only fancies gambling.
Perhaps your son is just experiencing a brief period of wandering. Hell return to his ce soon, wont he?
Is that so? Hahaha.
Watching their harmonious conversation, a scene from the novel crossed Ascals mind.
Lets pretend I didnt think of that
To forget what hed conjured in his mind, Ascal busily dug up sweet potatoes. Having only dealt with paperwork daily, doing physicalbor after a long while made his body scream in delight.
Thud.
Aarghh!
He was actually screaming.
Manager-nim. Are you okay?
Lia, who had been working in the field, ran over. The work clothes she was wearing were smeared with dirt, and the farming tool in her hand was also covered with soil.
I think Ive strained my back. A little rest should make it okay.
In reality, the injury was not that serious.
Ascal, who was contemting taking a break with this excuse, instinctively stepped back as Lia approached.
Would you like to lie down in afortable position for a moment?
Why is that?
Ive learned some therapy. If its not too impolite, let me take a look.
Seeing her speak so seriously, Ascaly down on a makeshift bed in the shade. Shielded from the sunlight, it seemed a bit more bearable.
Wiping her hands on a clean part of her apron, Lia gently applied pressure to the lying Ascals back. Her fingertips moved delicately, locating the pained area.
Ugh.
Right here.
Warm energy could be felt from Lias fingertips. It seemed like she had infused it with magic.
Calming the startled muscles, the pain Ascal felt in his back gradually subsided.
How is it now?
He was able to move without any problem, and there was a noticeable improvement.
Hmm. Seems like its gotten a bit better.
Then, please take it easy and rest.
After finishing the therapy, Lia picked up her farming tool and returned to the fieldwork. Transparent sweat droplets trickled down the back of her busy-moving neck.
Viscount Yorick had given each person a basket, but while Lias basket was visibly full at a nce, Ascal had barely three or four sweet potatoes in his.
Damn it. Viscount Yorick. ying such a cunning move?
Itd be troublesome if he mocked Ascal for the number of sweet potatoes when the fieldwork was der on.
To think I picked this tool.
Ascal went to his backpack. Then he took out the gardening hoe, a secret weapon potentially ahead of its time.
It was a luxury item, custom-made by paying a good sum to the cksmith, intended to be sold off once he managed to escape the empire.
Just as he was about to use the hoe...
Ah, I cant do this.
Sushias voice was heard.
I dont even know why Im doing this, its not even my field. Why do I have to do this under the scorching sun?
Sushia, who had been sucking honey* in the office, seemed to not ept thisbor intensity at all.
Sushia. Where are you going?
Im quitting this job. Im going home.
And so, Sushia left the sweet potato field.
Is that allowed? Isnt she afraid of the hounds?
Anyway, a departed person was gone, and Ascal began digging up sweet potatoes with the hoe. Every time the end of the hoe touched the soft soil and dug in with a sharp sound, it felt satisfying.
With this, I can turn things around! If its me.
As he immersed himself in the fieldwork, time flew by swiftly.
By sunset, the basket was filled with sweet potatoes. The moment Ascal felt assured that he wouldnt lose out evenpared to Lia, he sought her out.
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The wind blew.
Above the sweet potato field, fluttering tinum blonde hair captivated the eyes. Thest remaining sunlight before the clouds enveloped the sky shone upon the princesss face for one final moment and then passed by.
What could she be thinking?
Born into noble birthright as a princess, shunned and scorned by her blood rtives, and fallen to this point. Silently digging out sweet potatoes, looking at the mud-caked wrinkles of her hands, what might she have felt?
Ascal approached Lia without a word. Sensing his presence, Lia turned around.
Manager-nim.
And then, Lia smiled broadly.
Look at this. The sweet potato is so big.
Lia held up a sweet potato that wasrger than her own face. That sweet potato seemed more valuable than any she had dug up.
Shall we secretly eat this sweet potato?
It was a yful whisper.
Wouldnt be a bad idea.
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The day waned.
Everyone has worked hard today.
Viscount Yorick spoke as if he was truly moved.
To be honest, it was a mere whim of an old man feeling lonely on his own. I express gratitude for you all joining in. Im sincere. Having official like you gives me confidence that the future of the empire is not entirely bleak.
With that, Viscount Yoricks expression suddenly turned serious.
As a loyal servant of the empire and of the lineage of the first guardians, I, Yorick Tesron, pledge to uphold a single favor for Ascal Debrue, whatever the difficulty may be. This vow will be kept in the name of my ancestors.
My Lord?
Ascal was taken aback by Viscount Yoricks words.
These days, the empire is filled with nothing but rotten ones. Theyrezy and excessively greedy, you know? Ascal, since youvee here, you haventined even once. And that, to a farmer, is enough to earn my trust.
Viscount Yorick sped Ascals hands with both of his.
It may be a bit premature to say this, but please, protect the empire. The empire needs you.
......
Ascal couldnt readily respond with an agreement.
Instead, he licked his lips.
After leaving the territory,
He could not remember what he had responded with.
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Todays snack is sweet potato.
But it was sweet potato yesterday. And the day before.
There are still some sweet potatoes left that we received from the Viscount Yorick. Well make a braised dish tomorrow, so please eat them all. Waste is taboo.
Ascal seemed to scoff at the sweet potato, as if growing tired of it. Even the most delicious sweet potato could be wearying when eaten every day.
Cough, cough.
Ascal choked, iling his hand.
Please, have some water.
Only after drinking the water Lia provided did Ascal regain hisposure. Then, the office door opened.
Didnt you say you were quitting?
Upon reflection, it seems theres no better job than this one here. Im sorry, but would you ept me back as a colleague once again?
Sushia smiled awkwardly.
Alright. But first, go clean the bathroom.
...Understood.
Sushia exited the office, with her cheeks puffing in mild frustration.
Lia let out a subtle smile.
[TN: Sucking honey: It''s a korean expression meaning he/she had it easy ]
Chapter 7:
Chapter 7:
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Your current performance evaluation is an A.
And With this, you are very likely to be promoted to 5th-grade official in the future.
The Empiremends your recent excellent performance. We hope you continue to illuminate our realm.
- For Ascal Debrue
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Crumpling the performance notice and tossing it into the trash, Ascal was in deep thought.
These days, nothing seemed to go right.
It was as if destiny itself was coercively urging him to devote his life to the Empire.
However, rebelling against fate was the true path that a human should pursue.
Even if he stumbled and fell, he was determined to spectacrly mess things up, get fired from his administrative position.
Then, in the warm southwest of the Kelli Kingdom, hed strike it rich with a chicken skewer shop and enjoy a leisurely retirement.
Today, you have two tasks to handle.
Lia handed the documents to Ascal, who had just finished his morning motivation routine.
This was the first real work in quite some time.
Ascal skimmed through the papers with the desperation of a starving dog licking a bowl.
The first is a dispute over an emptynd in the shopping district, and the second involves an illegal street stall run by a witch.
Cant we just remove the illegal stall?
It seems they fear being cursed by the witch. That''s why the matter has even been passed to us.
What is this...?
Listening to Lias exnation, Ascal nced at the documents and quickly grasped the gist of the content.
The Imperial market district was always bustling, a tempting spot for merchants to set up shop. But space was perennially scarce. So, when a vacant lot became avable, three bidders jumped at the opportunity.
1. A renowned pastry chef, hoping to open a trendy dessert shop.
2. A rancher managing a vast pasture, desiring to establish a butchers shop, providing meat directly from his herd.
3. A chef from the countryside, whose dream is to run a small restaurant.
Not sure if this will aid your decision, but both the pastry chef and rancher have sent gifts. They hope you will view them favorably.
Send them back.
Understood.
Lia, without a word, took the bribes away. Up until now, any bribes received were consistently passed on to Eileens orphanage, but epting them in this case would be tricky. After all, the third chef was going to be chosen anyway.
The countryside chef, Hanson.
A person Ascal remembered.
For a while, Hanson scrambled around the market district, grabbing at opportunities and engaging in menialbor. Eventually, after several years and ruing some debt, he opened a small shop.
And the shop bes a hit.
Renowned among food enthusiasts, Hansons ce even confidently listed itself on the must-visit restaurant list for anyone in the Empire. It was a significant sess.
I should definitely choose Hanson.
But there was a twist.
At some point, people in the Empire began falling ill. And they all had one thing inmon, they all dined at Hansons ce.
In fact, Hanson had been sprinkling magic stone dust, greatly enhancing the addictive quality of his food.
In turn, diners umted the impure magical dust in their bodies, eventually developing illnesses.
For that crime, Hanson was executed, and the market district nearly copsed.
The magic stone dust poisoning incident became a scandal of considerable scale, dominating the citizens discourse for a good while.
Moreover, a scandal of this magnitude had the potential to entirely overturn current evaluation department. And with a bit of luck, it could even result in being kicked out of the management.
Keeping in mind the potential for it to blow up even further, preparations had been made, even practicing expressing outrage and wailing over the injustice of it all.
The preparation was wless.
Ascal spoke to Lia, who had returned after sending back the bribes.
Grant the permit to the countryside chef.
Understood.
Even though it was an unexpected choice, Lia followed without offering any further opinions.
Honestly, Lia was extremely proficient as an assistant. Whenever something was needed, she had it ready, and when a break was desired, she brought snacks and coffee.
It was almost puzzling how someone like her could darken into a tyrant, causing the downfall of the empire.
Well, its none of my concern.
Ascal stretched out, leaning backfortably in his chair.
It was a legitimate time for a nap.
Rxing and letting his body unwind, sleep gently approached.
The Empire needs you.
At that moment, the words of Viscount Yorick echoed in Ascals head.
I apologize, Viscount Yorick. Well, its not like I promised anything. I have to make a living too, dont I?
It seemed like, after a long time, he would be able to enjoy a pleasant nap.
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As expected, Hansons restaurant was a hit.
Dishes that reinterpreted food from other regions sessfully captured the needs of the citizens, and customers poured in faster than anticipated through word of mouth.
It even reached a point where, unless one made a reservation a week in advance, it was impossible to get a meal at the restaurant.
I also want to try eating at The Hanson again. The reservations are fully booked for the entire month this time... Considering that you, manager-nim granted permission, could you possibly ask?
That would be an illicit solicitation.
Thats so mean.
Sushia grumbled as she organized the documents.
But on second thought, trying a meal at The Hanson didnt seem like a bad idea.
By now, the side effects of the magic stone dust should be starting to show. Ascal wanted to check if the n was progressing well.
If you want to try it that much, Ill ask.
As expected from the Empires sleeping dragon, my light, the hope of Department 3, Manager Ascal-nim. I knew I could count on you.
Although the ttery was excessively over the top to the point of absurdity, Ascal let it slide and sent a letter to Hansons restaurant.
The reply came quickly.
...Its a bit much.
Did he think about it to this extent?
Regardless, Ascal stood up from his seat and spoke to the employees of Department 3.
Anyone who wants to have apany dinner at The Hanson after work today, raise your hand if youre participating.
It was unanimous.
Even Lia shyly raised her hand. Ascal stared intently at her. Lia averted her gaze.
I want to try it too.
Alright.
It seemed that even the future tyrant couldnt make sidements when it came to delicious food.
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The Hanson.
Living up to a restaurant that bore the chef and owners own name, it boasted a unique ambiance even without having tasted the food yet. Thoughtfully arranged to consider customer flow, with an interior that was neither too much nor too little.
It wasnt without reason that it was temporarily touted as the most sought-after restaurant in the empire in the future.
Ascal-nim. Ive always wanted to meet you in person. I have not forgotten the favor of recognizing this nameless country bumpkin.
Upon entering the restaurant, Hanson, the owner, warmly weed Ascal and his party.
Its all thanks to the owners excellent skills. I just did what I had to do.
No, no. When I checkedter, those two offered expensive bribes, and I alone applied empty-handed. Thinking about it retrospectively, how foolish I was... Im grateful to be able to repay the favor now.
Hanson carefully took a small bundle out of his pocket. For a moment, an unusual glint of gold shone between the gaps of the weighty bundles opening.
I just ept the sentiment.
Ascal had a firm standard when it came to epting bribes. Hed ept without a second thought if it was essentials or food gifts, but money was likely to cause trouble.
sob
Then, Hanson suddenly sat down on the spot and began to shed tears.
Is he taking it this hard just because I didnt ept the bribe?
Ascal was taken aback.
Ive been cooking all my life. But running a restaurant, its not always about being good at cooking that ensures sess. Ive been scammed tremendously over the years. Ive also harbored much resentment toward a world that couldnt recognize me.
Hanson began to spill his lifes trials and tribtions.
You, Ascal-nim, are the only one who has truly recognized me thus far. If you ask me to hand over the restaurant, I will.
Will you really hand it over?
sob ...Actually, that would be difficult.
Tsk.
He shouldnt have said it in the first ce.
A slightly awkward Hanson guided Department 3 to the most expensive special room on the second floor.
Of course, I will not ept payment for the food. Please enjoy our restaurant at ease.
Hanson spoke with confidence. It seemed like the pride of a chef was shining through.
Wow. Connections really are the best. Ill have to brag to the otherster.
Sushia scanned the special room with an impressed mutter.
If cameras existed in this world, she seemed ready to snap dozens of photos.
Conversely, Lia quietly pulled out a chair from the dining table, signaling for Ascal to sit.
Take notes.
Hmph. Im not the assistant to the manager-nim, you know.
Secretly cing Sushia at the top of the mentalyoff list, Ascal took his seat.
Now was the time to focus.
To see if the food woulde out mixed with magic stone dust or not.
Even if he couldnt differentiate it, Lia, who was sensitive to magic, should be able to.
Soon, the appetizer was served.
Without even suggesting that her superior try it first, Sushia disrespectfully began to eat the appetizer.
This is really delicious, manager-nim. You should try it too huh?
Sushia stopped speaking as if something was odd, and then began to cough violently.
Aghack!
What she spat out was a viscous ck blood.
Chapter 8:
Chapter 8:
I think Im dying.
Sushia, spitting out viscous ck blood, wore a faint expression.
Theres so much I havent done yet... I need to visit the new dessert shop in the shopping district, and I want to travel to the Kelli Kingdom, and I wanted to have a group meeting with the judiciary...
Calm down, Sushia.
I always wanted to get married to a handsome man and live in a mansion with a garden and a pond, and maybe keep a couple of dogs.
Sushia.
But now, all these dreams will remain unfulfilled, wont they. Life is like a bubble, only a fleeting moment can make us eternal...
Ascal tapped Sushias forehead with the back of his hand.
Ouch!
Youre perfectly fine right now.
...Am I?
Sushia wiped the ck blood smeared around her mouth. When she vomited blood, Ascal had thought he might need to take her to a doctor immediately.
However, as time went on, Sushiasplexion started to improve, actually regaining a healthy color.
Oh. I apologize. I wasnt considerate enough.
Then, Hanson, serving the main dish himself, wiped the spilled ck blood off the floor with a wet cloth.
Todays special is Yakseon*. Its specially prepared to assist your mind and body, likely fatigued from dealing with national affairs.
Hanson continued.
It seems like thedy has been having some respiratory issues. How are you feeling now?
Sushia, who had been listening nkly, cleared her throat with a cough.
...Huh? I sang all night yesterday, so my throat was in bad shape. But now, I think could sing about ten songs my throats in pretty good condition.
Im d to hear that. It seems like the dish worked well for you.
Hanson cleared away the empty appetizer tes and served the main course.
Its amb dish. The outside is crisply cooked, while the inside has been made tender in the oven. Its topped with homemade apple sauce, for an unburdened taste.
They say a great dish delights starting from the eyes.
Various herbs and spices gracefully adorned themb meat.
The perfectly browned, crispy skin seemed like it would reveal moist juice and a tender meaty vor at the first bite.
Having skipped lunch, he almost instinctively picked up his fork to take a bite, but Ascal once again remembered why they were here.
I need to check for magic stone poison.
Ascal assessed Lia with a superficial nce. Indeed, upon seeing the dish, something seemed amiss in Lias gaze, it held a peculiar glint.
Lia is sensitive to magic. She must have noticed the Magic Stone Powder sprinkled on the food.
In reality, a small amount of Magic Stone Powder wasnt a major health concern. It was when it umted that major issues urred.
So, he thought an appetizers worth would be alright, but symptoms appeared in Sushia the moment she tasted the dish.
What deviated from expectations was not that Sushias condition worsened after eating the appetizer, but rather improved.
A temporary recovery?
It might be akin to a drug. It temporarily numbs the pain and restores vitality but wrecks the body in the long run.
Symptoms appeared so suddenly either because Sushias condition was already quite poor, or Hanson used an excessive amount of Magic Stone Powder this time.
Or it could be both.
Just as Ascal, having pieced it together, was about to press Hanson
You used Magic Stone Powder in the food.
...You noticed?
Lia beat him to it. Hansons expression hardened. Ascal sensed a shift in the atmosphere within the restaurant.
That''s it, Hanson.
He had thoroughly arranged for personnel to wait outside in advance. This was also absolutely necessary for his own protection. Even if entwined in a joint responsibility, if he arrested Hanson himself, his punishment would be lighter.
Ascal, tensed, awaited Hansons move. It was a hair-trigger situation.
A quantity like this must have been quite pricey, are you alright with that?
It was a bit of a burden, but what is too much for a benefactor.
...Hmm?
But the atmosphere was peculiar. Lia, well-versed in Magic, did not interrogate Hanson further, and Hanson, seemingly embarrassed, rubbed the back of his neck.
What was going on here?
Ascal was taken aback but maintained a calm tone as he spoke.
I dont understand. Doesnt Magic Stone Powder umte in the human body, leading to addiction? It would cause seriousplicationster on.
And upon examining Lias face, it held an expression that seemed to ask what he was saying. It was like the face one might make when seeing someone throw stones at a person who did a good deed.
If you use cheap Magic Stone Powder, thats what happens.
After a moment of silence, Hanson sighed.
Then, he spoke self-deprecatingly.
In truth, back in the day when I wasnt recognized, I did harbor wicked thoughts. Thoughts of deceiving peoples eyes with dishes using cheap, inferior Magic Stone.
Hanson clenched his fist tightly.
However! With the improvement of Magic Stone in the Empire, good-quality Stone Powder began to be mass-produced, so theres no need to do such things anymore. Now anyone can use good-quality Magic Stone Powder at a cheap price.
Wait a minute.
Improvement of Magic Stone?
Thats the thing I did.
Ascal lost his words at the term that unexpectedly popped up.
Moreover, the benefactor recognized my value; how could I possibly engage in such petty tricks now? I can now incinerate this body to embody my culinary philosophy. All of this is thanks to my benefactor, to you, Ascal-nim.
This wasnt right.
Why was everything going wrong?
No.
Really.
Ah... Its just a coincidence.
Youre even humble, Ascal-nim. Please visit our restaurant anytime. I will not ept money from you for a lifetime. No, how dare I even ept it!
Watching Hanson, even shedding tears, Ascal thought he had been such a passionate person.
Then, please enjoy your meal.
It felt like a storm had just passed through.
Ascal, soulless, picked up meat with his fork.
Its delicious...
Thanks to the Magic Stone Powder cuisine, his back, always stiff from always doing administrative work, felt better. Ascal looked towards Lia. Lia, originally having a healthy body, seemed to have no change.
Todays gain: Just came, enjoyed a delicious meal, and left.
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Strike while the iron is hot, Ascal, having confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Hansons shop, decided to deal with the illegal stall of the witch in one go.
Trying to escape, imed overtime work, Sushia was just barely kept by promising to buy a high-end Montnc as a deal
When Ascal opened the shabby tent door, an elderly woman with deep wrinkles shed a sinister smile.
Hehehe... Ive been waiting for you, noble sir.
Ascal hadnt liked fortellers since long ago.
In his previous life, after having his fortune told, he heard some crap about dying young.
Moreover, the witch seemed to have severe hygiene issues.
Touching cards with fingers, marred by fungus, looked distinctly unsanitary.
Heres the official document. It bears the seal of the executive branch, so check to see theres nothing amiss, and from today, this illegal stall will be dismantled.
Do not hasten so, noble sir. Mying here was to meet you. How about having your fortune told, just once?
Whats the point?
Ascal frowned.
I dont believe in superstitions.
Im curious though. Can I have mine told instead?
Sushia stepped forward.
Ascal recalled that a few days ago, Sushia came with a rosary wrapped around her wrist. Sushia was the type to enjoy superstitions.
But wasnt the administration of this country toox, even when conducting official business?
Dont be foolish, woman. But fine. Ill allow your fortune to be told out of respect for the noble sir.
Huh?
Contrary to when she looked at Ascal, the witchs face turned stern in a blink.
In the interval when Sushia was startled by the flip-of-a-hand change in demeanor, the witch began to tell the fortune.
Shuffling the cards, andying them out, the witch spoke.
Its the fortune of betrayal. Noble sir, do not trust this woman too much.
...Thats it? Shes really crazy. Manger-nim, lets dismantle this right away?
She might surprisingly have some credibility.
Manger-nim?
Ascal nodded his head.
Have a look at my fortune as well.
Of course. Pleasee closer.
The witch, who also told this fortune, raised her voice as if a miner discovering a diamond in a mine.
Ohhhhhhhh! The energy of the heavenly messenger is so pure! Noble sir, allow me to verify further.
Without asking for permission, the witch palpated Ascals palm with her wrinkly, aged hand. Ascal scowled.
Read my fortune, too.
Lia took a step forward. The witch lifted her head to the firm voice.
Well, there seems to be another possessor of unusual energy here. Lets see. But this time, Ill read the fortune in a slightly different way.
The witch spoke in a serious tone.
ce your hand on the crystal ball.
Liaid her hand on the crystal ball.
Oh... oh... This is the blood of a dragon, so noble... This too is..."
The witch, muttering something to herself and intensely gazing at the crystal ball,
Kyaaaaaaaaaah!
Suddenly screaming, the lower half of the witch heated up. The witch, who wet herself refreshingly, swiftly crawled on all fours and fled the tent.
...What on earth happened?
Lia, removing her hand from the crystal ball, wiped her hand with a handkerchief, as if she touched something filthy.
Witches often perform strange actions. They are a kind beyondmon understanding.
Is that so?
Now that the witch has left, it should be easier to dismantle this ce.
Lia adeptly instructed theboring servants to dismantle the tent.
What should we do with the items left behind by the witch?
Either burn them or confiscate them. Its at your discretion, Manger-nim.
Among other things, the crystal ball seemed quite enticing. A witch carries only one crystal ball in her lifetime. A witchs crystal ball, endowed with magic, was sold at a high price even on the ck market.
Lets omit this from the report.
Ascal embezzled the witchs crystal ball!
[ TN: Yakseon: It literally meaning ''food that is (as good as) medicine''. ]
Chapter 9:
Chapter 9:
- Head of Department 1: Kane
- Head of Department 2: Devon
- Head of Department 3: Ascal
- Head of Department 4: Herbert
Devon had been on edgetely.
He was an elite, born as the third son of a count, educated by private tutors from a young age, and raised to be an imperial official.
When he became the youngest head of Department 2, Devon had no doubt that he was on the path to sess.
That was until a guy who flew through the skies, or like teleporting, appeared, running along a parallel path to sess.
Ascal Debrue.
Even when he first appeared, Ascal, who had no presence, suddenly posted incredible results one after the other and was rapidly promoted to department head.
He surpassed Devons records at a remarkable speed. From that point on, Devon started to take note of Ascal.
Its all just luck.
To Devon, who wed his way here through sheer, bone-grinding effort, epting Ascal was impossible. Lately, seeing him hailed as the Empires sleeping dragon was enough to churn his stomach.
However, even if Devon put his own assessments aside, the surrounding evaluations of Ascal pierced the heavens.
The term of the current main head of the Evaluation Department wontst much longer. The next head wad likely to be Kane, head of Department 1. But what about after that? Not long ago, Devon could confidently say it would be him, but now he couldnt be sure.
I need a n.
Devon sat in his office, deep in thought.
Soon, the Empire would host an antique auction. The auction, held once a year, initially started as a simple bazaar but grew into an unbelievable scale as the years went by.
Nowadays, antiques that were simply rotting inside the house were exhibited, as well as hidden relics worth more than a mansion if one look at their value.
The current antique auction was a global festival, where shrewd auction-goers aiming for a jackpot and swindlers trying to fleece them gather from all corners.
This could turn things around.
Having a discerning eye was the most critical virtue for an official in the Evaluation Department.
Hence, as a kind of tradition, officials often tested their abilities at the antique festival.
And what if, during that antique festival, Devon managed to outsmart Ascal?
The evaluations would reverse, and Devon would regain his rightful ce.
Wait for it. Ascal Debrue.
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Why should I go to the antique festival?
The man with ck hair spoke with seeming indifference. Even while his fingers flicked through the report, a kind of aura was palpable.
Devon swallowed hard.
But he must not be overwhelmed here.
Dont you want to prove your abilities as an official of the Evaluation Department?
So, participation isnt mandatory, is it? Do I have apelling reason to participate in the antique festival?
Devon was flustered.
He didnt expect Ascal to refuse. Moreover, his point was valid. It was difficult to find a rebuttal.
Heres your coffee.
Lia brought coffee to Devon.
Thank you.
He took a sip of the coffee. The rich and profound vor of the coffee was of such high quality that it could be believed to be brewed by a professional barista.
Devon envied Ascal. Having the privilege to drink such coffee every day was pure luck.
If he had a secretary like Lia, his efficiency would surely increase.
What should I do... How can I beat him?
While grappling with his thoughts, Devon spoke impulsively.
Lets make a bet. If I win, I will take Miss Lia to my department. If you win, you can take anyone from my department.
After saying this, Devon felt regret. There was no way Ascal would ept such a ridiculous proposal.
Sounds good.
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The Antique Auction,
It was a festival where people from all over the world gathered, bustling and noisy. Ascal didnt particrly like this atmosphere, which was why he rejected Devons proposal, but...
Sending Lia legally to Department 2?
Devon brought forth an irresistible offer.
Im so grateful.
In the context of a game of Catch the Thief*, it was as if he voluntarily took the thief card for himself.
Come,e. Delicious chicken skewers, only 3 coppers each! Its practically free! Free!
Put money down and win money! Guess which of the three cups has money under it and get double back!
The Antique Festival drew the crowd. Naturally, peddlers swarm in, and street stalls became inevitable. Strictly speaking, they were subject to crackdowns, but there was an unspoken understanding to turn a blind eye during the festival.
Are you sure youre okay with epting the bet?
Theres someone I really want to recruit into Department 2.
In response to Lias question, Ascal, struggling to conceal his perturbation, made an excuse. He had essentially agreed to sell her out in front of her. Even if his own life was on the line, he felt a pang of guilt.
Do you like chicken skewers?
I dont know, Ive never tried them.
Then again, it was imusible that the empires princess had ever tried street food like chicken skewers. However, to energetically explore the festival hereafter, she needed to be somewhat satiated.
Ascal bought two chicken skewers and handed one to Lia.
Try it. Its quite good.
The chicken skewer, smeared with sauce, seemed quite skillfully grilled and ptable. Lia watched Ascal eat his skewer and then cautiously bit into the end of hers. The sweetly sauced chicken was chewy and tender.
...Its delicious.
Im d to hear that.
Having finished his chicken skewer, Ascal sorted his thoughts. The bet with Devon was straightforward: who could select the more valuable antique? The judgment would be referred to a professional appraiser in the empire to ensure fairness.
Of course, Ascal had no intention of seriously selecting an antique. He nned to casually while away the time until the festival ended, then choose any old antique and ept defeat.
This is my first time at a festival like this.
Lia, who rarely revealed her own thoughts, spoke. Her blue eyes, curiously observing the festival, contained a trace of excitement.
Yes. Since itse to this, lets at least make her happy for the duration of the festival.
Ascal decided to escort Lia to the best of his ability.
Dart throwing,
A perfect score! Miss, youre truly remarkable!
Damn! The coin was really in my sleeve. Your perception is impressive.
Candy Making,
This is the first time Ive seen such pretty candy in ten years.
Lia, with her innate talent, turned every shop she visited into chaos. By the afternoon, it had already been rumored, and she was barred entry to such an extent that there were no more enjoyable spots left.
Shall we take a break?
That sounds good.
But still, Lia, perhaps having enjoyed enough, sat on a bench with a faint smile, hugging therge bear she won as a prize.
To slowly start winning bets, shouldnt we select antiques?
Im carefully selecting.
To tell the truth, Ascal was thinking of casually choosing something before the festival ended.
The antique rankings given by professional appraisers ranged from F to S.
Devon was someone who was fairly capable, even among the managers.
He might be able to choose antiques of B or A rank.
And naturally, the antique Ascal was targeting for a definite loss was of F rank.
Hmm. Young one. You have quite the eye.
Ascal, who entered a dim alley, perused antiques at a shabby stall.
Goods spread on the mat on the floor were undesirable antiques, like an old jar, a sword without sharpness, voodoo dolls, etc.
Among them, Ascal chose the sword without sharpness.
3 silver.
Thats expensive, lets do 2 silver.
2 silver 50 copper.
Well, then Ill buy elsewhere.
Young friend, youre quite greedy. Tsk. Take it for 2 silver.
The negotiation of price was spirited. The nuance that he truly wont buy if the price wasnt lowered was important. A skilled merchant reads this nuance well.
But Ascal was invincible in the negotiation because he genuinely had no intention of buying without a discount.
......Is that really a valuable antique?
Lia wore a worried expression.
Trust me.
You should trust.
From now on, you have to trust people in Department 2.
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The three-day festival concluded.
The day faded away.
Those who obtained valuable antiques returned to their hometowns with smiles all over their faces, while those who spent a fortune and were swindled by scammers were dragged away by security, shouting at the top of their lungs.
The hotter the fervor, the greater the emptiness that follows its conclusion.
So, the antique you chose is that old sword?
Yes.
The item Devon chose was parchment. He confidently spoke as he pulled out the parchment inscribed with unrecognizable characters.
Its a record written in ancient script. It has immeasurable historical value. Seems like Ive won this bet.
Hmm. Well know once its appraised.
Ascal, who was eagerly waiting to quickly had it appraised and to confirm Devons victory, was anxious.
The two sent the antiques to the royal exclusive appraiser. Being an appraiser of countable skill, it was unlikely they would make a mistake in their appraisal.
And a week passed, the result came out.
[ Parchment of the Ancient Empire - B Rank
The Lost Sword of the First Emperor of the Barba Empire - Value: Incalcble (EX) ]
The empire was in an uproar.
This is the royal sword that was lost generations ago, handed down through the empires lineage... How in the world!
The shocked appraiser, having thoroughly verified its authenticity, sent their heartfelt thanks, along with the certification, for returning the sword.
Naturally, the sword Ascal found was returned to the royal family.
And, unexpectedly, a meeting with the emperor was arranged as a reward.
...At this point, I kind of want to die.
Ascal drew on his pipe and gazed at the night sky. The smoke was unusually bitter.
I have no choice but to admit defeat. Manger Ascal, choose whom you will take from Department 2...
You.
What are you talking about?
Youreing.
I cant die alone.
Lets die together, you rascal.
No, logically, that makes no sense.
Lets ask the main head.
Having returned the royal familys sword, Ascal had temporarily acquired the authority to push through any absurdity.
Of course, the main head approved.
Wee to Department 3, Devon.
- Head of Department 1: Kane
- Head of Department 2: ( )
- Head of Department 3: Ascal
- Head of Department 4: Herbert
And so, Department 2 became a division without a head.
[TN: Catch the Thief: It''s a Korean game where the yer with the thief card looses the game. ]
Chapter 10:
Chapter 10:
I really dont want to go there in such a disgraceful manner...
As morning arrived, Ascals eyes opened reflexively. But he didnt want to get up today, of all days. He wished to forever be one with his bed.
Because,
He happened to obtain the treasured sword of the Barba Empire at an antique auction, which consequently led him to be granted an audience with the Emperor.
An audience with the Emperor.
Just thinking of that phrase made his body stiffen with tension. Although the current Emperor of the Empire was rumored to be decrepit, his power remained formidable.
Even the most sessful officials could be dismissed with a single gesture of the Emperor.
In one word, he was a supreme being.
Therefore, Ascal carefully checked his attire, attentive to his surroundings. A single mistake in his clothing, even just one button, could escte into an unforeseen situation.
Ascal, burdened with emotion, internalized his feelings and reluctantly groomed his hair as slowly as possible. But even that eventually reached its limit.
I really dont want to go.
He wished earnestly for a downpour so that the audience might be canceled.
Was there anyone more reluctant to go to work than he was right now?
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There were...
Why are they acting this way?
Upon arriving at Department 3s office, Ascal was taken aback by the more somber atmosphere than usual.
Ah, I wish I were a sea cucumber and just rest all day.
Sushia who almost seemed like a slow snail, sluggishly dragging herself, hinting at some mischief from the previous night.
Well, Sushia always acted this way, so that was not too surprising, but the others werent their usual selves either.
I want be a tree.
Devon, who had lost a bet and got demoted from being the Head of Department 2 to just a staff member in Department 3, was sitting on a rocking chair, staring nkly at the ceiling.
He seemed deeply traumatized.
Alright, lets chalk it up to these two being...well...
But then,
There was something off about Lia too.
Rather than her overall demeanor, it was her attire that seemed odd.
She wore an eye patch on one eye, as if like a character from a light novel*.
Ascal stared intently at Lia.
Feeling his gaze, Lia responded.
Ive got an eye infection. Im sorry, but I dont think I can apany you to the audience with His Majesty the Emperor. If I were to spread the infection, it would be a disaster.
At those words, an intuition struck Ascal.
Lia was lying. She wasnt suffering from an eye infection; she just didnt want to see her father, the emperor.
Whether it was to hide her true identity which might bring her disgrace or simply because she disliked her father,
It irked Ascal a bit.
If she didnt want to go, she could have just been upfront about it. Why lie about an eye infection? The great Yulia?
Ascal decided to tease Lia a bit.
That sounds worrisome. Let me have a look. Would you take off the eye patch?
I cant. What if you catch the infection? It would be disastrous.
Just looking wont spread it easily. Just take it off for a moment.
Its risky.
After some back-and-forth, Ascal yed his trump card.
Or is there perhaps another reason you cant take it off?
After a moments hesitation, Lia ultimately sighed and dered her surrender.
Alright. Please step back a bit.
Lia removed her eye patch.
True to her words, her right eye was vividly red. It seemed that her im of having an eye infection was not a lie.
Wait a minute.
Ascal took a step closer.
Manger-nim?
A memory from his previous life shed in his mind. When he didnt want to go to school, he often feigned illness. By rubbing one eye with the back of his hand, he could make it red, pretending to have an eye infection.
And the color of that eye, and Lias eye, were exactly the same.
Take care of yourself.
However, Ascal didnt press further.
Provoking a rat driven into a corner was disgraceful.
After all, Lia wasnt strictly necessary for this audience with the emperor. Besides, if her true identity was revealed, it wouldnt just be troublesome for Lia.
Pandoras Box had to remain closed for now.
Well then... I need a temporary assistant to apany me.
Ascal looked around the office.
The rest were either on business trips orcked experience. Ultimately, suitable candidates were limited.
Ascal looked at Devon.
Having grown up in a renowned count family and being well-versed in the etiquettes of the upper ss, plus with ample professional experience, Devon was a suitable candidate to serve as a temporary assistant.
Devon, who had been swaying in the rocking chair, stopped.
So, you do need my help after all? I cant deny assistance if you ask for it.
Sushia. Come along too.
Sushia, who had been sprawled across the desk, stirred.
......me?
Yes. You still have the sin of escaping from the sweet potato field, dont you?
Youre mean.
Ill be a cabbage*.
Sushia abruptly stood up at the horrendous joke.
Having quickly readied herself, Sushia spoke coldly.
Ill follow, but please never make such a joke again.
Understood.
Ascal was slightly hurt.
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There was a carriage.
Sushias eyes widened as she came outside when it was time for their appointment.
Wow, this is indeed a royal carriage. No joke at all. From its size, just the decorations alone seem like it might be worth an entire house......
If Ascalpare it to his previous life, the carriage upied a position simr to a car.
So, Sushias admiration now was akin to admiring an expensive car.
Are you Ascal Debrue?
The coachman, dressed in traditional attire, bowed his head. The two followed the coachman into the carriage.
The seats are incredibly plush.
Indeed, they are.
Manager-nim, when you get promoted to Rank 5, the Empire gives you a carriage, doesnt it? It looks like youll reach Rank 5 soon. Im jealous.
One cantpare it to the royal carriages though.
From across where the two were chatting, a presence was felt.
Ahem.
A middle-aged man with a mustache.
It was familiar face.
......Main head, I mean Director-nim? What brings you here?
Of course, I have to apany you, when you, my subordinate is being awarded, dont I? The merit of my subordinate is also my merit.
So, he came to reap the rewards.
In a way, it was the utmost typical mindset of an imperial official.
I see.
Ascal tried hard to respond calmly.
Because if he didnt, he felt like he might burst intoughter.
Take the credit on my behalf? Thats the best news Ive heard.
His internal evaluation of the main head slightly increased.
You. Youve been getting too cocky these days.
Yes?
Ive given you so many conveniences, and you didnt even send a single gift. This is why young people these days are a problem. Even in my time......
Comfortably riding with the royal coachman was what Ascal had in mind, but then the main head began to nag. His freshly elevated opinion plummeted instantly.
Ascal asionally nodded, feigning attention to the lecture. About thirty minutester, the main head, seemingly satisfied, changed the topic.
By the way, Sushia, have you ever considered bing my assistant? The conditions would be much better than working in Department 3.
Um... No thanks.
It was an immediate refusal.
What, why is that?
Well, Director-nim. Its just that being around you stinks. Should I say its your middle-aged man smell, and I dont like your mustache either.
Sushias sharp words left the main head speechless, perhaps shocked.
This was possible because Sushia had a powerful background as the daughter of the duke. Even when berated, the main head, whose support was quite thin, couldnt make a peep.
Sushia. Nice.
Thanks to her, the carriage grew quiet, and Ascal was able tofortably arrive at the royal pce.
The royal pce was undeniably immense at first sight. Despite talks of the empire being unstable, its durability was something not to be taken lightly due to the formidable resources it had umted.
And the royal pce was one of them.
Are you Lord Ascal Debrue? Weve been waiting for you. And who is this?
This is Sushia Senestia, who came as an attendant.
Ah, the youngdy of the Senestia Dukes family. Wee.
The stern-faced royal guard bowed. The name of the Senestia Dukes family held weight even in the royal family.
And the main head of the evaluation department, the Director Charis.
Oh... Director Caris is not on todays invitation list.
Hes our boss, can you just let him in?
It shouldnt be a big problem.
Usually, by the time one became a Director, they tend to hold quite a bit of power, but the evaluation department, being in a weaker position, didnt get treated very well. If it were a more powerful department like the Magic Department or the Enforcement Department, it would have been a free pass.
Then please follow me to the reception room.
If high-status individuals had a privilege, it was that they could make lower-status individuals wait as long as they wanted.
Regardless of the era, subordinates were always left waiting. This was no exception in the royal pce.
When will we be able to see His Majesty the Emperor...
He is in an important meeting. You will be able to see him soon.
This was the third time Ascal was hearing this.
They had alreadypleted the mandatory checks like identity and outfit inspections a while ago. Only after Sushia had half-emptied the snacks in the reception room did the approvale through.
Please, follow me.
Ascal checked his attire onest time before facing the Emperor.
Therge door opened, revealing the jade throne.
And there was the Emperor.
The eldest son of the Baron Debrue... I thought you would be a military officer, but bing an administrator, the world is indeed unpredictable.
A voiceden with metallic harshness.
A health state that couldnt even stand without assistance.
Yet, those piercing eyes, bursting with veins, were intently staring down at Ascal.
Kamalon Barba.
He was the cancer that ruined the empire.
[TN: Light Novel: So, what I found after some research is that its a reference to a character named Rikka Takanashi from the light novel Love, Chunibyo & Other Delusions. And originally it was referred here withck Dragon on Hand meme reference, which is a popr Korean meme from the anime of the same light novel in Korea.
Ill be a cabbage: Its like a fun wordy. Someone says , which kinda means Youre mean but if you break it down to + , it turns into You be a radish ( means radish). So just forughs and to keep the joke rolling, the response is , meaning Ill be a cabbage, since cabbages and radishes are kinda rted in a fun, imaginary family way. Its like a silly, yful chat theyre having using puns. ]
Chapter 11:
Chapter 11:
The emperor is dying.
It was a rumor that had been recently circting secretly in the imperial capital. However, if one paid a little attention, it was evident.
And when Ascal heard this rumor, he didnt particrly think much of it.
Not until the emperor coughed like madman.
Cough cough cough! As, cough! cal. Debrue. Cough!
The cough sounded so bad that one would doubt his windpipe was alright. Even a patient with lung disease wouldve given the emperor some space after hearing that cough.
Its damp.
The emperors throne was positioned just above where Ascal was kneeling on one knee. In other words, it was the perfect distance for the spittle to fly.
Ascal tried his best not to mind his head getting wet, but he reached his limit.
Can you switch ces with me?
Why?
I cant be the only one getting His Majesty the Emperors grace.
Sushia looked puzzled by thement, but as soon as they changed ces, she understood. Her face crumpled in disgust, but she couldnt show it in front of the emperor. Ascal avoided Sushias gaze.
Cough cough cough cough.
He says to name your reward!
A courtier kneeling next to the throne interpreted the emperors cough. Seeing the emperor nod, it seemed like the correct interpretation.
That was some impressive interpretation skills, something even Yulia couldnt achieve.
I...
Ascal recalled Kanes advice beforeing here.
If His Majesty asks what you desire, do not answer anything.
Why?
Think about it. With your achievements, you could have easily be a minister. Then why are you stuck at just the 6th rank?
Isnt it because Ive been lucky?
...There are close aides around the emperor. They must be watching you closely, someone like you who has done great service for the empire. Stay out of their sight.
Indeed.
On both sides of the emperor, there were officials exuding an aura of slyness.
They whispered in the emperors ear every chance they got. Ascal could easily discern that their gaslighting skills had already reached their peak.
What I desire is to be a minister.
Huh?
Ascal wondered if, by some chance, a spell had overtaken his mouth and was leading him to his ruin, but fortunately, the voice didnte from him.
The Evaluation Department is newly established, and it doesnt have a minister yet. Since all of Ascals aplishments were under my directive, I believe I too deserve a reward.
The Main head of the Evaluation Department stepped forward and spoke smoothly. His argument was rather convincing.
It''s make sense.
Ascal could see how this man, with his deficient abilities, had managed to rise to the position of the Main Head of the Evaluation Department.
If there were strings to be pulled, his talent for seizing opportunities faster and more differently than anyone else wasmendable.
But first, one had to determine if those strings were rotten.
Cough. Who. Cough. Are you?
I am Charis Solem, Your Majesty. I humbly lead the Evaluation Department.
The close aides whispered something.
After hearing the whisper, the emperor slowly nodded.
The close aide said:
Kill him.
Thud.
Excuse me?
That was it.
The main head of the Evaluation Department was beheaded.
The emperors guards cleanly separated the head of the director from his body.
How dare someone, who didnt even receive permission to enter the imperial pce, ask for a reward? Your Majesty the emperor overlooked his transgressions because of the achievements of his subordinate. But it seems he has brought this punishment upon himself. Truly a cheap soul, even in death.
Upon the close aides signal, a servant came in and cleaned up the remnants of the director.
Sushia turned pale and couldnt utter a word.
Ascal Debrue. You will rece that man as the director. Youll be content with that, right? Now leave.
I cannot be satisfied.
In an instant, the air grew cold.
All eyes focused on Ascal.
Sushia pinched Ascals waist.
What on earth was he thinking?
Ascal spoke slowly.
Just having the honor to see His Majesty is more than enough for me. To receive an additional reward is unthinkable. The heavens would be angry. Please retract your reward. No, rather, please demote me.
Cough!
The emperor coughed.
Then he rose from his throne.
He was moved by Ascals words. The close aides were bewildered, their eyes asking, Who is this man?
A rare! Cough! Loyal servant! Cough! Give him a ton of gold coins! Cough!
Ascal was taken aback.
I cannot ept it, Your Majesty! Please take back your grace!
Gift him the legendary sword! Cough!
I cannot, Your Majesty!
Cough! Give him a horse too!
Your Majesty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ascal cried out.
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In the end, not only was Ascal promoted to main head of the department, but he also agreed to ept a years sry in gold coins, a sword crafted by a master, and a horse. He sprawled despondently in the receiving room.
I just asked to be demoted...
Sushia put some snacks into the sprawled Ascals mouth. He chewed. It was delicious.
Youre amazing. Manger... or should I say, director now?
Stop teasing.
Its not a joke. How did you negotiate in that situation? Truly admirable. Do you want to be the steward of our house? Its a recruitment offer. You know my familys wealthy, right?
Sushia spoke rather earnestly.
A steward manages and oversees a noble familys assets, somewhat equivalent to a modern-day asset manager.
Being the steward of the Senestia Dukes House would surelye with immense power and respect.
You should.
What?
You should get promoted. With my new authority, youre now an 8th-rank official. Sushia, congrattions on your promotion. Youll be handling more responsibilities from now on.
Nooooo!
It was a scream that didn''t seem like one a duke''s daughter would make
The two, having undergone unwanted promotions, sprawled on the sofa waiting for the world to end.
Sadly, there were no signs of that happening.
Thud.
Someone entered the reception room.
Oh. Did I interrupt your rest? My apologies. Should Ie backter?
Your Highness, the Crown Prince!
Sushia, who had been mumbling I want to leave like a drenched cat, immediately stood up upon seeing the blond handsome man.
The visitor was a big shot.
The empires first prince and heir to the throne.
Kain Barba.
I greet Your Highness, the Crown Prince.
As if the previous awkwardness never urred, Ascal swiftlyposed himself and knelt on one knee.
Please, be at ease. I didnte as the Crown Prince but as an errand runner for His Majesty.
An errand, Your Highness?
Didnt you agree to receive a horse from His Majesty? One of the horses I own is to be gifted for that purpose. If youre not busy, would you apany me to the stables?
Ascal pondered.
Kain spoke with elegance. Even when addressing someone of a lower rank, his demeanor exuded grace. He surpassed expectations as the prince of the empire.
He has ulterior motives.
Only moments ago, Ascal had been walking on thin ice, risking his life. His heightened intuition sensed Kains underlying intentions.
However, sensing no malice, Ascal obediently followed Kain.
How did you feel after seeing His Majesty?
The three strolled through the garden.
As the sun began to set, the air turned brisk, making it necessary to don cloaks. The imperial garden was adorned meticulously with decorations and flowers at every turn, providing a feast for the eyes.
The ambiance felt like one where innermost thoughts might unintentionally spill.
It was an overwhelming honor.
You know, you hesitated for quite a while. From my perspective, your hesitation, rather than your words, is closer to the answer I was seeking.
Kain spoke.
Let me be frank. My father is inept. Living out the remainder of his life, he has shut his ears and eyes, relying solely on the sweet words of sycophants.
Your Highness.
Such words, if overheard, could send one straight to the execution block.
Why were there so many in the empire prone to self-destructivements? Ascal felt a headacheing on.
Do you understand why Im telling you this?
I do not.
Ive been observing you for quite some time, Ascal Debrue. You are capable. And the winds of fortune are at your back.
Kain halted, setting the mood.
Wont you join me in changing the empire, Ascal?
Your Highness, but
Hmm?
Miss Sushia is also listening.
A little behind them, Sushia awkwardly chuckled.
Was this a potential massacre scenario?
Ah, Sushia is fine. Weve been childhood friends.
Ahaha, childhood friends? Its been a while since I heard that. Your Highness.
Had Ascal known they might have been betrothed, he would have been bbergasted.
Having confirmed Sushias safety, Ascal spoke.
I apologize, but I must decline.
Why so?
Because Ick the capabilities.
Kainughed, as if bewildered.
If youck capability, then I wonder if anyone in this empire possesses any at all.
Please find someone else.
Truth be told, Kain was quitepetent. He was generous in a manly way and took good care of those beneath him. Given his status as the crown prince, many already considered him the de facto emperor.
He might even be the golden ticket.
But Ascal knew of Kains future...
One day, Kain, thoroughly drunk and swept up in the mood, would try riding a horse naked, only to fall and meet his end.
Thanks to that, the session to the throne waspletely overturned, and after a power struggle with the second princess, Yulia became the emperor.
Haha. Seems Ive been forsaken. Well, Im a tenacious man. Be prepared.
And before they knew it, they arrived at the stables.
Upon seeing Kain, the stable keeper bowed his head and then guided the three into the stable.
As expected of the Crown Princes stables, at a nce, expensive and magnificent horses were lined up, well-maintained.
Kain, affectionately stroking a horses mane, said,
Choose any horse you desire from here. Ill grant you whichever you want.
To draw a parallel from a past life, it felt like the CEOs son inviting him to his garage and telling him to pick up any car.
There were many in the empire obsessed with horse riding, but Ascal wasnt one of them, so he decided to choose a horse casually.
Hmm... how about that horse?
However, for some reason, Kain didnt seem pleased. Detecting his disappointment, Ascal switched his choice.
That horse... hmm.
Again, the reaction wasnt favorable.
Ha. This one, then?
Was he offering a horse or not?
Gradually getting irritated by Kains consistent disappointed expressions, Ascal thought kindly that Kain had great affection for his horses, but also cynically wondered if this fussiness was why Kain ended up falling off one.
On second thought, instead of a grown horse, Id prefer a young one I can nurture. Lets go with this one.
Ascal pointed to a frail-looking foal in the corner of the stable. Surely he wouldnt object this time.
Ah, this little one was rescued outside after losing its mother. Why not choose a better horse?
No, I feel more attached to this one. Ill choose this horse.
If thats what your heart desires, it might be fate.
Kains face beamed with happiness.
Despite his reluctance to part with any other horse, his words were ever-flowing.
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With a sigh, Ascal reluctantly brought the foal home.
How am I going to raise this one?
He figured hed probably need to find someone experienced in raising horses.
Still, its quite cute being so young.
As he held the whinnying foal, Ascal felt something unusual. There was something near its wing bones. Taking a closer look, he eximed,
Feathers?
A few small feathers were beginning to sprout near the foals wing bones, as if it was attempting to grow wings.
Come to think of it, there were tales of winged horses appearing in thetter days of the empire.
And those horses was often referred to as the legendary Pegasus...
This is insane. Seriously.
Ascal stared at the foal, now grazing on grass, with a mix of bewilderment and awe. The foal looked back at him, cocking its head slightly.
Chapter 12:
Chapter 12:
Chapter 12: An Unintended Rise to Power
People look like ants from up here.
Ascal had always wanted to try this line.
He looked out of the window from the directors office. People were bustling below.
Observing them while leisurely sipping his coffee was pure bliss.
A sense of superiority.
A feeling of gratification.
A privilege only top officials could enjoy.
Indeed.
Ascal had barely scraped into the category of what people call a High-ranking official as the main head of the Evaluation Department, the position of director.
One could say he was now teetering on the brink of real power.
Would you like more sugar in your coffee?
But that thought was fleeting.
The moment he saw Lia, the tension in Ascals shoulders melted away. Regardless of his high position, the very embodiment of power stood right before him.
His mood dampened in an instant, Ascal stirred his coffee with a spoon.
Its just right. Speaking of which, Lia, youve been working as my temporary assistant for quite a while now.
Weighing his words, Ascal looked at Lia who paused from clearing away his finished coffee, waiting for a reply.
He swallowed hard.
Details about Lias deeds before bing the emperor werent borated upon in great detail.
At most, there were mentions of her plotting in secret or gaining various hands-on experiences.
Ascal ventured a guess. Lia was likely a journeyman. Once she deemed her experiences adequate, she might leave his side.
So, do you n to continue working as my assistant?
Lias movements stopped.
Had he hit a nerve?
After all, for the future empress, this ce might be too confining.
Ascal began to mentally prepare some kind words.
Weve had a good run together, and lets greet each other warmly if we ever run into each other on the streets.
Ascal had expected a graceful parting, but he sensed an odd atmosphere.
After a long silence, Lia spoke in a subdued voice.
Was I, in your opinion, insufficient in assisting you, Ascal-nim?
No, not at all.
Then, can I qualify as your official assistant?
Ascal broke into a cold sweat.
It seemed Lia had interpreted his words a bit differently.
In truth, he hadnt thought at all about what would happen after her temporary assistant term ended.
He had toe up with some kind of excuse.
Theres one final test left.
A test?
Apetent assistant should proactively achieve results even if their boss doesnt direct them. Its about taking initiative in tasks.
It was a rather convincing excuse.
Lia seemed convinced as she nodded.
Then, Ill deliver the results.
With that she left.
Wait a minute. What have I just done?
After Lia had gone, upon reflection, Ascal btedly realized his mistake.
Even now, it was hard to handle how things were going wrong, and now he had set the auto-mode likely the most advanced auto-mode in the empire.
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The backlogged reports have all been cleared!
The aggressiveinant is, for some reason, terrified and apologizing!
The tricky artifacts that were hard to categorize are all neatly sorted!
The Baroness, moved by our work, donated her entire fortune!
How on earth did you do it, Director!
Uh, I turned on the auto mode.
Its all thanks to your hard work.
Contrary to his thoughts, Ascal said something else and hurriedly escaped to his office.
Hed really done it now.
In game terms, it was like sending a level 100 subordinate to handle internal affairs. He had poked the sleeping tiger and now set it loose on the world.
Holding his head in agony, Ascal was in pain when Lia, having finished her tasks, entered the office.
She already held the days work report.
Heres todays report.
Reviewing the report Lia handed over, Ascal nodded.
Even though he had heard about all these achievements through the grapevine, seeing the actual report made her efficiency all the more terrifying.
Moreover, the cunning way she made it seem as if all the credit was his was particrly malicious.
No matter how hard he tried to find a fault, he couldnt.
Congrattions. Youve passed.
With no other option, Ascal pulled out a contract from his office desk and stamped it.
With just Lias signature, she would officially be his assistant.
But on second thought, your talents seem too extraordinary to be satisfied as just an assistant. Dont you want to y in bigger waters? I have some contacts in the Magic Department. If you wish, I can get you transferred there.
Unable to let go of his regrets, Ascal said.
The contact he mentioned was Robin, the Minister of Magic.
He had a favorable view of Ascal, and if he rmended a talented individual, Robin would surely ept.
Of course, by the time Robin realized that in fact, Lia was a ticking time bomb, it would be toote.
Just the thought brings him joy.
Yet reality always had a way of defying expectations.
Please give it to me. Quickly. The contract.
Here it is.
Her voice had turned slightly cold.
Ascal hastily handed over the contract.
Lia, as if someone might snatch it away, clutched it tightly to her chest, much like a mother bird cradling her egg.
Terrifying.
Could it be she still felt starved, refusing to end her career merely as a temporary assistant to a director?Just how far does the princesss ambition reach?
I really have big shoes to fill. The former director wasmendable indeed.
Thanks to the previous director who vanished without any handover, Ascal was left pulling his hair out.
Paperwork scattered everywhere, filled with holes and disconnects, and tasks done in a haphazard manner only the former director could decipher.
Had it not been for Lias help, Ascal would have spent months sorting out the mess, ultimately copsing from the aftereffects.
Theres so much leftover budget.
The actual work had all been shoved to Department 1, while the previous director spent his days enjoying horseback rides with the upper echelons.
In truth, the real acting director of the Evaluation Department could have been said to be Kane, the head of Department 1.
Wait a minute. Does this mean the entire Evaluation Department will be paralyzed if only Department 1 is shut down?
Ascal hadnt given up on his n of being dismissed due to ipetence. Now that he had be the director, he could pursue a high-risk, high-return strategy.
Perfect. This is it. From now on, Ill bring this Evaluation Department to its knees.
At that very moment, Ascals devilish cunning began to roll into action.....
Starting today, Department 1 will receive a week-long vacation as a reward for all your hard work.
It was Ascal who said this after summoning Kane to his office.
Truth be told, he would have liked to grant a month or even longer, but given his current discretion, a week was the limit.
Additionally, here is a luxurious travel voucher to the Kelli Kingdom. Everything has been arranged so all you need to do is go and enjoy yourself. Make the most of the week.
The Kelli Kingdom was a renowned vacation spot frequently visited by nobles and even royalty from foreignnds.
The cost of living there was quite high, but the royal travel voucher that Ascal handed over included amodations and meals of the highest quality, so there was nothing to worry about.
Should I really ept something so precious?
Yes. Havent you worked hard all this while?
Frankly, Ascal had always admired the way Kane worked. While other officials would ck off whenever they had the chance, Kane was different.
That was why, even after bing the director, Ascal always spoke to Kane with the same respect as he would to a senior official.
Director Ascal...
Kane knelt down, and a tear rolled down from his fatigue-marked face.
At least you... you recognize my efforts.
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Kane! Isnt the reportte? Youre the epitome of ipetence!
You call this work? Ha, if it werent for a lenient superior like me, youd already be begging on the streets.
Hmm. You received a bonus, right? Youre treating us to dinner tonight.For a moment, a myriad of memories shed through Kanes mind.
It was said that a man would die for someone who recognizes his worth.
Despite diligently working all these years without once being acknowledged by the former director, a true sense of loyalty was now budding in Kanes heart.
Youll soil your clothes. Please stand, Manager Kane.
Ascal extended his hand.
Rising with the help of Ascals hand, Kane wiped away his tears and spoke,
All this time, even without acknowledgment, I worked with the sole intention of creating a better empire. But now, my loyalty will be directed towards you.
Excuse me?
What did that mean?
No, isnt that treason?
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''Director-nim Ascal awarded manager Kane a bonus.''
''Director-nim Ascal had promoted manager Kane!''
Chapter 13:
Chapter 13:
Did you hear the story? Department 1 supposedly went on a group vacation to the Kelli Kingdom.
To the Kelli Kingdom? Where did the moneye from?
They were chosen as the outstanding department and it waspletely free.
Is that true!?
The eyes of gossiping employees sparkled.
The Kingdom of Kelli.
Chosen by the Empire Magazine as the top vacation spot for three consecutive times.
One of the 10 ces one must visit before they die.
A ce rumored to guarantee a century of happiness to newlyweds, and to rekindle the me for couples experiencing a lull.
Can we go too if we work hard?
Of course. You know what kind of person Director Ascal is? epting minimal bribes, always being only 10 minuteste, andparatively just and fair. Surely, he will send us too.
Its time to unveil our hidden work skills.
A new wind of change was blowing.
If one works diligently, the rewards wille back to them.
This fact provided substantial motivation for the managers and officials.
The story of Department 1 heading to the Kelli Kingdom for a group reward vacation revitalized the forgotten morale of the Evaluation Department staff.
Department 2, Department 3, and even Department 4 began to work.
The officials, as if using their previousziness as a stepping stone, began to work fervently.
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Productivity has increased threefold.
What? Department 1 should be on vacation now.
Average tardiness has also dropped from one hour to 30 minutes. Even without being pushed by the managers, they are voluntarily finding work to do.
Lia reported.
Ascal walked around the office to check. There was no way those people were working. Surely, Lia must have misunderstood something.
No, thatnd is tied up as a nt conservation area; its appraisal should be a third of its current value.
Dont you know the rumor that the conservation area will soon be released? Including its potential value, this much is reasonable.
Listen. We appraise the current value, not the future one.
Upon quietly arriving in Department 2, Ascal witnessed an unbelievable scene.
They were seriously discussing work.
No one was cking off.
This was uneptable.
This was problematic.
Everyone, take it easy. I brought some snacks.
Ascal, bringing donutsden with cream, encouraged Department 2 to take a break.
Somehow, this momentum needed to be broken.
Is the Director-nim here? Im sorry, but were working right now. Could you visit againter?
However, Department 2, without even looking at the snacks, re-engaged in their work amongst themselves.
The isted Ascal destely left Department 2.
No. Its just Department 2 for sure. Lets go to Department 3.
To that extent, Ascal trusted Sushia.
Even if everyone was diligently working, Sushia would be different.
Arriving at Department 3 with expectations, this time, Ascal was appalled.
Ah... Director-nim. Youre here?
With dark circles from workingte, Sushia was busilypleting a document.
What, what happened, Sushia?
What do you mean?
Why are you working?
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Ascals voice trembled.
He couldnt believe what he was seeing.
Sushia, possessing a wealthy background as a noble, naturallyzy, wouldnt work unless ordered. That was the Sushia Ascal knew.
And now, that unchanging fact was shattered.
Aha... Why am I working so hard? I also want to go to the Kelli Kingdom.
You can go with your allowance, cant you?
I wasted too much this month, so my father cut off my allowance. Im poor now.
So you work?
..If youre not going to help, please dont disturb me and leave, Director-nim
Ascal was driven away again.
This was dangerous.
At this rate, even without Department 1, the Evaluation Department seemed to function. Even more actively than before.
If it remained this way when Department 1 returns?
It was certain to be an uncontroble disaster.
He had toe up with a n.
Lia. Come to think of it, isnt there an empty room on the 2nd floor of the Evaluation Department?
Yes. I heard its been left unused because its too small to be used as an office and toorge to be a storage room.
Convert it into a recreation room.
The Evaluation Department didnt have a recreation room.
In fact, the regr office serves just as well.
Well affiliate with the empires best snack shop using the leftover budget. And we will hire a masseuse to ease our weary minds and bodies. Specifically, a skilled Cat Tribe masseuse, known to be expensive.
Temporary motivation easily sumbs to temptation.
Just slightly redirecting the waters path, everything would revert to its ce.
Ill create a real paradise. To the extent that one wont even think about working.
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Not muchter, the recreation room waspleted.
Director-nim! Wee!
As soon as the door opened, a gentle music box sound was heard.
The magical music box, ying healing melodic scales along with the scent ofvender oil, seemed to heal the weary mind and body.
Here are some desserts. Since youre our first guest, please rx and enjoy.
The dessert melted at the tip of the tongue as soon as it was tasted. The subtly lingering, luxurious sweetness proved the worth of partnering with the empires best dessert shop.
Please specify your pain points and desired pressure level here, and well make sure to relieve your fatigue.
A Cat Tribe receptionist in a white gown handed over a questionnaire. Ascal nodded.
I didnte for a massage today. May I take a look around the recreation room?
Of course, youre always wee, Director-nim!
There were several massage beds, all upied. The recreation room was such a hit that one had to make a reservation to get in.
Director-nim... this is amazing...
Following the receptionist inside, Sushia, lying on the massage bed, was receiving a massage.
The Cat Tribe masseuse, pressing down firmly on the back with her cat-like paws, exhibited expertise even at a nce.
Moreover, the pushing and pulling technique was so exceptional that it seemed they fully grasped even the traditional Chuna massage method.
Sushia, having melted into a puddle, soon fell fast asleep. And about ten minutester, suddenly, Sushia jolted upright.
Recoveryplete. Time to get back to work!
As soon as Sushia left, another employee entered and began receiving a massage.
And the employee, once hunched over in fatigue, left to return to work after eating the dessert and receiving a massage, miraculously refreshed.
Is this some kind of respawn point? Are they dying and being resurrected?
From his observations, employees adhered to the rules, using the recreation room only for a specified period before leaving.
At this point, Ascal slowly began to realize.
The recreation room had be not a ce for employees to ck off but the ultimate rest stop to enhance work efficiency.
That spot has been used for over an hour. Still, its a relief that there are people using the recreation room as originally intended.
An admirable stance for a splendid sry thief.
Quite inspiring.
Slightly curious about who it was, Ascal gently lifted the curtain.
And there was an unexpected figure.
The person, shirtless, receiving a massage, greeted Ascal warmly upon seeing him.
Crown Prince...?
Oh! Ascal! I was just thinking of visiting you, and here you are. I came in because there was a recreation room, but the skill here is much better than I thought. When I came to, Id been here for over two hours. Hahaha!
The Empires Crown Prince, Kain.
The Cat Tribe masseuse was sweating bullets, being worked hard by that Crown Prince.
Oh, that spot is a bit more tense. Press harder.
Understood...
Lets pretend I didnt see anything.
Ascal hastily made an emergency exit from the ce.
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Imperial Magazine - Evaluation Departments Recreation Room Edition
This introduction has been written after receiving the empires permission and undergoing review.
Our heartfelt thanks once again to Mr. Ascal Debrue, the main head of the Evaluation Department, for granting interview permission.
Upon opening the door, the first thing to greet the me was the soft melody of a music box.
The magical music box, with its heart-soothing tunes, alongside the scent ofvender oil, helped to calm the slightly excited nerves a notch.
But there was an even more astonishing encounter - imagine this! A Catwoman, dressed in a white gown, approached the you, adorable cat-like paws lifted, offering a dessert.
Upon entry into the mouth, it melted from the tip of the tongue, the luxuriously sweet taste enveloping the pte - indeed, a dessert crafted by the empires top dessert shop, Lenc. *This article was written in exchange for a modest fee from Lenc*.
Subsequently, the Catwoman earnestly inquired about the my tired areas and the desired pressure, guiding the me to the massage bed with utmost sincerity.
The moment the Iy down, gentle hands pressed firmly, massaging the weary back.
Neither too painful nor too soft, the apt pressure turned tangled muscles into divine touches...
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Ascal closed the magazine.
Wasnt the Imperial Magazine not on good terms with the government? I allowed it because I thought they would write something negative.
It seems like they were overwhelmingly moved, even more than expected.
I see.
Also, the certificate arrived today.
With the insane increase in employee efficiency due to motivation and the recreation room, it ended up being chosen as the Department of the Year.
The certificate was filled with words about additional budget arrangements and praises.
Ill have to use this as a talking pointter on.
I will take a vacation too.
This couldnt go on.
Ascal decided.
To run away from this ce.
Chapter 14:
Chapter 14:
Chapter 14: First Day of Vacation
On the outskirts of the empire lies the Haven Orphanage.
It might sound surprising, but even orphanages have ranks. The closer they were to the capital of the empire, the higher the likelihood of receiving funds, and the chances of the children being adopted were greater.
In that respect, the situation for Haven Orphanage, situated in an unfavorable location, wasnt good.
The childrencked proper clothes, always having to wear hand-me-downs from their older siblings, and the only book they had to study from was an empirenguage book, tattered and smudged with dirt.
Eileen had requested aid from the empire several times, but her pleas were always ignored. Inside her, resentment toward the empire was slowly growing... At least, that was what Ascal knew from the story.
***
Are you the volunteer came as a one-day teacher?
Yes. Im Ray, the one who contacted you.
Ascal had applied to the Haven Orphanage as a one-day teacher, keeping his true identity a secret.
In truth, being a one-day teacher wasnt a significant role.
All he had to do was y with the kids, perhaps read a book to them. If unlucky, maybe even change a diaper or two.
Your face... Ive seen it somewhere...
Upon recognizing Ascal, or rather Rays face, Eileen remarked with what seemed like familiarity.
You used to be a regr at our sandwich shop! Such a coincidence... The shop had to close because I got too busy with the orphanage.
I understand. Your main job obviouslyes first.
Following Eileens lead into the orphanage, Ascal felt that something was off.
The Haven Orphanage he knew from the novel was in terrible shape.
The children were thin due to malnutrition, and their nkets were infested with fleas, causing them restless nights from the itch.
Having grown up under such conditions, the children harbored resentment towards the empire, eventually bing excellent anti-imperialists. It was the expected narrative.
But the orphanage Eileen introduced was different from what Ascal knew.
Contrary to the novels depiction, the orphanage building looked clean and quite reputable. It even resembled a prestigious school.
The building looks clean.
We had an extension built recently.
An extension?
Where did the moneye from?
Ah, right. I provided it.
Until now, Ascal had anonymously donated most of the bribes he received to the Haven Orphanage.
He had a sinister intention behind this. The idea was to sponsor children who would grow up to be anti-imperialists, securing for himself a form of absolution if the empire ever fell.
Moreover, since these kids were budding rebels against the empire, he hoped that they would thrive even better if raised in a pleasant environment.
Perhaps a 1-star rebel could evolve into a 3-star one?
But this...
Swish-
A ball flew by.
My ball! My ball!
Nope. Offside. Not your ball.
Hey! We have a guest. Be careful! If you keep doing that, and Ill confiscate the ball!
Were sorry, Miss Eileen.
Ascal picked up the ball. It wasnt the type of ball that appeared worn out, instead, it was shiny and seemed brand new.
Mister?
Lost in thought while holding the ball, Ascal was met with curious eyes from the children ying with it.
Ascal looked at the children.
Their bodies were plump, as though they had regrly eaten meals filled with proteins, carbohydrates, and fats. Their clothes were clean, and their faces gleamed.
They seem to be living better than most noble kids?
Something felt amiss.
****
Everyone, this is Mr. Ray, here as a one-day teacher. Hes a notable official from the empire.
Eileen gathered the children to introduce Ascal.
Should have lied about my profession.
Recently in the empire, a distressing trend had emerged where unemployed men past their prime were looked down upon, and treated less than human. Thus, admitting to being unemployed wasnt an option.
In fact, those without jobs couldnt even volunteer at orphanages. Unable to think of a suitable upation on the spot, he had said he was an official from the empire, but now he felt he might have made an error.
These children were the marginalized ones from the empire.
Being introduced as an empire official, he expected the reaction wouldnt be favorable...
Wow, thats cool!
I want to work for the empire too!
What should we learn to be an official?
A barrage of questions poured in.
How did this happen?
The children harbored no resentment towards the empire.
Taken aback, Ascal responded to their inquiries.
To be an official, you must diligently study and review the basic subjects.
Our private tutor told us something different.
Huh, a private tutor?
You kids have private lessons?
Once a week, we invite a private tutor from outside to teach subjects the children are interested in.
Ascal was at a loss for words.
I want to be a musician when I grow up!
The children at the orphanage had name tags on their clothes. Krina. She wouldter be a gueri leader against the empire.
I want to be a chef!
The child who just spoke was Stefan. He would eventually carry out a s*icide bombing at an empire office.
Hehe, all so trivial. Ill be a minister.
Thest kid, Sirius, was depicted as the leader of the anti-empire forces in the novel.
Sir, what rank of official are you?
Im at the 6th rank.
Hmm, not too bad.
Sirius nodded with his arms folded, his face reading, Youre worthy of conversing with me.
At this rate, it seemed improbable that these children would grow up to be rebels against the empire.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Ascal asked,
Have you ever thought of revenge against the empire that neglected you? Ever wanted to blow up buildings erected from the sweat and blood of themoners with explosives...?
Teacher, are you amunist?
Guys, lets report him to the empire quickly!
One child darted away. Ascal hurriedly grabbed the childs leg. It took him quite a while to exin that he was just joking.
****
In the end, Ascal realized.
He had donated far too much money to the orphanage.
Taking bribes without thinking and impulsively donating them all had backfired terribly.
Children who might have grown into anti-empire rebels instead became its puppets...
Teacher, look at this. I drew this picture.
A child, who looked about six years old, eagerly presented a drawing to Ascal.
Ascal examined the picture.
It was crude, but it depicted a man with ck hair, wearing a cape. The man smiled, brandishing a sword. Despite its simplicity, the drawing was filled with heartfelt effort.
Who is this?
Its Uncle Carl.
Uncle Carl?
Hes a wonderful person who sponsors our orphanage!
Uncle Carl.
Then, a thought urred to Ascal.
When he made the donation to the Haven Orphanage, he had used the pseudonym Carl. So, this drawing portrayed an imagined version of Ascal.
Oh. This is Uncle Carl?
Then Stefan approached.
Its well-drawn, but my Mr. Carl is cooler.
Stefan then showed a handmade doll from his pocket. Dressed in formal attire and holding a conductors baton, the figure resembled a resilient schr.
Is this the only representation of Uncle Carl?
No, look at that frame on the wall.
Stefan pointed to the wall. There was arge framed picture. It depicted a handsome man with ck hair, a face Ascal had never seen in his life, standing gracefully.
This is insane, Ascal thought.
****
Leaving already?
Yes. The children seem so bright that it looks like there isnt much I need to teach.
Hehe, is that how it appeared? But theyre all quite mischievous, just putting on brave faces.
Before leaving, Ascal had a private conversation with Eileen.
Undoubtedly, Eileen awakened as a saint in the future due to her deep resentment and despair towards the empire.
But was she still the same now? Perhaps Eileen might have lived a normal life, simply teaching the children.
If the Uncle Carl who sponsored the orphanage had other ill intentions, what do you think would have happened?
Hmm... Even if it started with ill intentions, if the oue is good, wouldnt that still be a good deed? Thats how I see it.
I see.
Above all, we are happy now because of him.
It seemed there was nothing more to be said.
Ascal left the orphanage, waved off by the children.
Goodbye, teacher!
Come again!
Bye-bye!
But as Ascal turned away, he couldnt see Eileen, who kept watching his retreating figure for a long time.
Whispering softly, Eileen voiced her gratitude. It was a thank you that no one heard, fading away with the gentle breeze.
****
The first day of Ascals vacation hade to an end.
Upon returning home, he found an appointment letter on his desk along with a letter sealed with the crown princes emblem.
When was this delivered... No, how did they even open the door?
It felt like he was facing a chilling truth.
The rushed handwriting seemed as if he could hear the crown princes voice directly.
Ascal handed the letter to Pegasus, recently named Fer.
Neigh!
Fer happily ate the letter. Maybe the paper quality was exquisite because he seemed quite satisfied.
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Chapter 15:
Chapter 15:
Ascal reclined leisurely in hisfortable chair, caressing Fer. It had
gradually gained some weight, and its fur had grown lush, making it feel
pleasant to touch.
Soon, this little one will outgrow his size. I might need to get a stable for
him.
Usually, people pay to keep their horses inmunal stables. But if anyone
were to discover that this little one was a Pegasus, it would be
troublesome.
Of course, setting up a personal stable would be costly, but Ascal had saved
up a considerable amount of money.
It tickles, you little rascal.
It was still very much the time for it to yearn for its mother.
Pushing away Fer, who was trying to snuggle into Ascal''s arms, and yfully
teasing him, a sound emanated from the magic radio powered by mana stones.
Retirement Hopeful.
It was Ascal own pseudonym. He tuned in with interest.
They say the kings ears were donkeys ears*.
Ascal needed to vent this
suffocating feeling somewhere.
In that regard, the empires magicalmunication device, or rather, the
radio, was an ideal medium for stress relief.
The host read Ascals dilemma in a neutral tone and then responded slowly.
It felt as if a light bulb lit up in his mind.
Ascal had always tried to fail, but things always turned out the opposite. What
if he set his mind on seeding from the beginning? Would he then fail?
Getting up from his spot, Ascal decided to test this theory.
After turning off the receiver, Ascal prepared to head out.
Perhaps today, he might finally break free from this unwee spiral of
sess.
***
Guilds...
Even in the capital of the Barba Empire, guilds existed.
When one thought of a guild, the image that often came to mind was a beautiful
receptionist, and quests ranging from F-rank to A-rank.
The image Ascal had of guilds wasnt much different from this.
However,
The moment he stepped into the guild, the image Ascal held shattered to
pieces.
These days, the port union pays pretty well.
But once you go there, arent you stuck for a month? I heard many even die on
those ships.
Where can you find a job thats both safe and pays well? One has to take
everything into ount...
It was not what he had expected.
The people, who clearly looked like theyd been doing physicalbor for
more than a decade, were deeply inhaling from their pipes.
To put it in perspective, this ce felt more like an employment agency for
seasoned professionals.
Ascal turned around, intending to leave the guild immediately.
Ah, a face I havent seen before. Are you a newbie?
A newbie?
Newbie?
But it was already toote.
Their eyes had met.
The person who approached Ascals table casually draped his arm over it. His
muscr arm, full of scars, was a testament to the life hed led.
You dont look like you belong here. Came looking for quick cash to buy a
gift for your lover?
If youre a beginner, Id rmend starting with cleaning services. The pay
might be meager, but its perfect for sharpening ones wits.
Nah, he should jump right into fishing boats. Men should start big if they
want to seed big.
Their philosophies shed sharply.
In an instant, the guild became a chaotic marketce.
Amidst this, Ascal discreetly made his exit. He hade to the guild on a day
off, hoping to find work, but it seemed unlikely hed achieve his goal.
Are you looking for work?
The person who addressed him was a girl, who appeared to be in herte teens.
Contrary to her youthful face, the dirt-streaked work clothes she wore hinted
at considerable experience.
Indeed. Its my first time in a guild, so Im not sure what kind of job to
start with.
The girl approached and suddenly squeezed Ascals arm.
?
You seem to have more muscle than you appear. With this, you could do farming
or mining. Want to see some requests?
Sure.
The girls name was Jenny, she was the guild leaders daughter.
There was a certain stereotype, regardless of the era, that older men with a
little wealth and influence often roamed outside. Jennys father was a prime
example of this.
The guild leaders daughter, huh?
Jenny went to a corner of the guild and returned with a few wrinkled request
papers.
They looked like jobs that no one had taken, about to be discarded.
It felt as if she was giving Ascal leftovers because he was a clueless
neer.
After all, newbies were the easiest to exploit.
Thats fine by me.
Knowing this, Ascal decided to y along. He hade today to seed in
something challenging after all.
The first one here is for mining, and the second is for farm work You seem
capable of handling both, given your muscles. Theyre no joke, huh?
Her ttery was transparent.
Which of the two is more challenging and rewarding?
Hmm, farm work. The soil is barren so crops dont grow well. Plus, were
always short on manpower and its quite exhausting So, the pay is a bit I
mean, gaining experience is what matters, right?
Ascal epted the farming job.
Determined to achieve sess in farming on the barrennd.
I cant believe there is someone who epts that request.
He seemed smart, tsk. Just looks good on the outside, huh?
Hes going to work hard and probably wont earn a penny.
''Lets ignore the naysayers.''
Fortunately, he didnt have to walk to the farm. Since no one had taken up the
task for a long time and the guild seemed desperate, they provided him with a
carriage.
Itll take about 5 hours to get there. Once you arrive, show them this
request, and theyll understand.
As soon as Ascal boarded the carriage, it swiftly set off. There was an
underlying feeling that they wanted to send him off quickly, in case he realized he
had been fooled and wanted to escape.
As the carriage pierces through the darkness and crosses the hilly path-
youll arrive in the vige of Erindale to the west- Thatnd is cursed so
no crops grow there- The livestock are starving to death- The vigers hold
onto a thin thread of hope and barely survive-
The coachman hummed.
Is he singing or cursing?
Quite some time had passed since they set off. After having some preserved
food and water he brought, the carriage stopped at a vige.
-Erindale Vige-
The sign looked so old and fragile; it seemed like it would fly away with the
slightest gust of wind.
I dont see any people.
Hmm, its because its nighttime. Weve arrived, so Ill be on my way.
The coachman dropped Ascal at the vige entrance, snapped the reins, and
disappeared beyond the horizon.
It was night.
Unlike his previous life, night was a time to be extremely cautious in this
era.
Without any light, one couldnt see even an inch ahead. If they
encountered wild animals, they could easily go missing.
Ascal held a somewhat expensive flint torch that hed bought and began
searching for vigers.
As he ventured deeper into the vige, he saw a ce lit up. There was a
campfire, with smoke rising.
Unsure if it might be dangerous, Ascal approached the campfire stealthily,
muffling his presence.
Voices of people discussing could be heard.
Weve run out of food today.
All the chickens, pigs, and cows have starved to death.
What about the children? Even if we endure, how will they?
Vige chief. We need to make a decision.
They looked like a Native American tribe with their face painted.
The one referred to as the vige chief suddenly stood up and dered,
I will sacrifice myself. Eat me. It should tide us over for a few days.
...Chief!
Ancestors, watch over me!
The chief held up a long knife and closed his eyes.
Wait! Just wait a moment!
Startled, Ascal rushed into the space between them and the campfire.
Who are you?
In an instant, all eyes were fixed on Ascal.
-Licked.
It sounded like someone had just licked their lips in anticipation, but he
must have been mistaken.
Im here on a request from the guild.
Is that true?!
The chief dropped his knife, his face lighting up.
But youre alone?
The chiefs tone dropped again. It looked like he might pick up the knife hed
just discarded.
...Ive brought some food with me.
Our savior has arrived! Bring forth the savior of our vige!
Whooooo!
Sweat dripped from Ascals forehead.
He came to ensure sess, but at first nce, this mission seemed far from
easy.
For the first time in his life, he might experience the failure.
I can feel the acid churning in my stomach. Hehe.
Ascal felt a thrill.
[TN: The kings ears were donkeys ears: It''s an idiom used by Koreans when they have something to gossip about, they sometimes start the conversation by saying, '' ?'' which trantes to, ''Hey, can I tell you a kings ear, the donkeys ear?'' This is akin to asking, ''Can I share a piece of gossip with you?''
***
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Chapter 16:
Chapter 16:
Chapter 16: Acquired, The Lion Tribe.
There was an old man in Erindale, seeking water veins in the parchednd with a wooden rod. For eighty-four days, he found none.
With that foolish stick, youll never locate a water vein, his acquaintances taunted. But the old man never lost faith.
After all, his ancestors and their ancestors before them had discovered water veins using this very method.
It had been a long time since Erindale became known as the Land of Death. His family had left thend long ago. Yet, the old man persisted, seeking water veins with a rod made from a birch tree.
A youngd, with a gaunt face, stepped forward offering to help.
The old man didnt trust the youth, who smelled of ink and paper, barely giving him the time of day, merely waving his rod dismissively.
Undeterred, the youth followed suit, snapping a birch branch to form a Y-shape. Exhausted, the old man sat and watched the youths attempt, which looked more like aical dance than a method to find water.
Thats enough.
The old man croaked. Although the youth seemed like he might copse from exhaustion any moment, he didnt give up. He was naive and foolish, much like the old man himself.
For thest time, the youth moved the birch branch and then stopped. It was a spot the old man had checked dozens of times. The youth began to dig with a pickaxe.
ng!
ng!
Stop that. Theres no water vein there...
Whoosh!
But at that movement, cool groundwater sprouted forth.
Wha...?!
The old man wet himself.
****
The benefactor has arrived in the vige! Prepare a feast! We must ughter a cow!
Vige Chief, its been a week since the cow starved to its bones.
Then prepare a pig.
The wolf took the pig a few days ago.
At least get a chicken ready.
We fed thest chicken to the sick children.
The Vige Chief stared at Ascal.
A resolute determination flickered once again in the Chiefs eyes.
Hero! Even if its unworthy, please be satisfied with my own body!
The Chief suddenly brandished a long knife.
Ancestors in the heavens! Watch over me! Your descendant ising to join you!
''Is this person of Aztec origin?''
Ascal hurriedly interjected.
Stop! Please stop. I still have plenty of food in my backpack. Lets have a feast with that.
Can we really? After finding underground water for the vige, youd even provide food? Are you perhaps a saint?
Before the Chief could spout more nonsense, Ascal took out dried meat, preserved food, and hard bread from his backpack.
Thrown hastily into a pot with the freshly drawn underground water, it soon gave off a mouth-watering aroma.
Ah... never thought Id eat a stew again instead of tree bark...
The elderly vigers licked their bowls clean, tears streaming down their faces. One of the old men patted his frail stomach contentedly.
How can we ever repay this kindness, dear benefactor? We are truly grateful.
Then I shall take my leave.
Ascal rose from his seat, his voice dry.
It was the same this time as well.
With a singr focus on sess, he struck with the pickaxe and found a water vein.
It was natural from the beginning. His own emotional state had nothing to do with the oue. Or rather, upon reflection, maybe it was impossible to fail as long as there was a lingering wish deep inside to experience failure...
While Ascal was lost in his spiraling thoughts, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
It was a girl holding a flower resembling a dandelion.
Ah, Ashuna. Want to present a gift to our benefactor?
The girl was the vige chiefs daughter.
Blushing, she lowered her head and offered the flower.
Being someone who, in a previous life, was born in thend of courtesy in the East, refusing such a gesture of gratitude would have been impolite.
Ascal was about to ept the flower, but paused.
Is there a tradition implying that if I ept this flower, Im agreeing to marry the giver?
Youre sharp. Caught on quick, didnt you?
Tsk.
The vige chief clicked his tongue in mild disappointment.
Still, if you ever encounter a troubling matter, Benefactor, why not try our tradition? Of course, it wont involve things like marriage.
What tradition is that?
Its called Seed Sowing.
?
****Fortunately, the seed sowing that the vige chief spoke of was a perfectly normal tradition.
Atop a hill, they practiced a ritual of blowing on a flower called Kamsu-bire, scattering its seeds far and wide.
Theres a legend passed down in our tribe. Long ago, when our people were on the brink of starvation, a ck-haired man appeared. He blew on the Kamsu-bire, and where its seedsnded, fruit sprouted from the parched earth.
The chief spoke, gazing at the distant horizon.
It seemed like a familiar, cliche story, but the chief appeared to genuinely believe it.
Consuming this fruit, the ill regained health, and the old were transformed back into young men. As everyone in the vige regained their vitality, the man departed. From then on, he was revered as the tribes guardian deity, known as Mazar-nim, an ancient term symbolizing fortune.
The vige chief knelt.
Benefactor, we are truly grateful. Thanks to your discovery of the water vein, we can survive. Even though we may not be as prosperous as in the distant past, at least now we can see hope. Thank you.
Ascal helped the chief to his feet.
It was merely luck. If not me, someone else might have found the water vein eventually.
Hahaha, if that were true, Shibah wouldnt have spent 84 days searching.
The chief handed Ascal the Kamsu-bire.
Now, blow it towards the west. After doing so, you may leave. We have no intention of detaining our savior. Nheless, you are our tribes benefactor.
Thats right.
A benefactor indeed.
Other tribe members gathered on the hill to watch Ascal perform the rite.
Despite the hill not being very high, some were panting and clutching their waists, seemingly strained.
Come to think of it, you also have ck hair. Hahaha. Perhaps, you are the Mazar-nim of our tribe?
To consider me a deity is quite the exaggeration.
Feeling the weight of many eyes upon him, Ascal decided to hasten the ritual.
He faced the west and blew on the Kamsu-bire.
In an instant, seeds dispersed, traveling far and wide.
Theyre flying so far...
And while the Kamsu-bire seeds touched the ground, nothing out of the ordinary urred.
Phew. I was fearing for no...
Ascal turned to leave...
And just as he was about to leave,
Look there! Look! Somethings growing!
Its fruit, its fruit, its fruit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
F*ck.
Without looking back, Ascal ran at full speed.
''How could this be? This isn''t some joke.''
An ancient legend actuallying true?
Whoosh.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his leg.
Mazar-nim is escaping!!!!!! Catch him!!!!!!!!!!!
One of the tribe''s people had shot a paralyzing dart into Ascals leg.
Which tribe in their right mind captures their guardian deity with a paralyzing dart...
Ascals consciousness began to fade.
On the brink of cking out, a story he once heard resurfaced in his mind.
A momentter, it dawned on him...
Todays lucky constetion was Leo...
The direction of luck is west...
This was Erindale Vige in the west, where the Lion tribe resided...
***
When Ascal regained consciousness, he saw the all elders of the entire Lion tribe bowing before him.
Fortunately, there seemed to be no after-effects from the paralyzing dart. In fact, his mind felt as refreshed as if he had been administered propofol before a colonoscopy in a past life.
I beg your pardon, Mazar-nim! If you wish, you may take our lives!
Everyone, rise. Im not this Mazar-nim you speak of.
Mazar-nim is angry!!!!!!! Offer sacrifices!!!!!!!
Ancestors!!!!!!! Watch over me!!!!!!!!
Ascal intervened to stop the chief from harming himself again.
Alright, lets say I am Mazar-nim. What would you like me to do?
Please allow us to eat the Eryl fruit.
Eryl fruit.
It seemed to be the fruit that had grown when the Kamsu-bire seed touched the ground earlier.
You have my permission.
Ooooooh... Mazar-nim has granted a miracle to the Lion tribe!
The vige chief, head tilted toward the sky, shed tears like a waterfall from his parched face.
Everyone, eat the Eryl fruit!
The elders, with their deeply wrinkled hands, held the Eryl fruit and all bit into it at once.
Chewing the fruit thoroughly, as if to extract every drop of juice, the vige chief suddenly convulsed and closed his eyes.
Then, something strange happened.
The chiefs original hair began to fall out, muscles contorted, and white smoke started to emit from him. ck liquid seeped out from his pores.
That smell...
Shielding his face with both hands from the stench, when Ascal looked again, an unbelievable sight greeted him.
The elders had all transformed into robust young warriors.
Hahahahahahah! Is this what youth feels like?
Bring on the wolves or lions! Well make a meal out of them!
The elders, who were frail just moments ago, were now brimming with vitality. Consequently, the tent felt oppressively hot.
Guardian deity Mazar-nim! We will head west! With the vow our tribe has held for ages, well subdue the monster-fillednds in the west of Elver.
A year will suffice. Please ept our token. In a year, after our conquest, we will be your loyal guardian unit!
Alright, kids. Follow us. Well teach you hunting!
With that, the transformed elders, or rather the muscle-bound warriors, led the children west.
Ascal, left behind, looked at the lion tooth ne given to him by the vige chief and sighed deeply.
I swear Ill never think about seeding again. Being mistaken for a god, of all things.
Come to think of it...
Wait, how do I get back to the city?
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Chapter 17:
Chapter 17:
Chapter 17: Prince of the Night
Ascal was suffering from insomnia.
Lying awake, he pondered the cause of his sleeplessness.
Damn those Lion Tribe people
Even now, it was a memory he wished to forget.
After everyone had left Erindale, Ascal had to rough it out for a few days. Only by sheer luck did he manage to catch a passing carriage that took him back to the capital.
Upon his return, he had slept so deeply and soundly that his day and night cycle hadpletely reversed.
Its problematic.
Soon, he would have to return to his routine.
Humans are creatures of habit. This disrupted sleep pattern could lead to a severe drop in efficiency.
A decline in efficiency would tarnish his reputation, and this could gravely affect his performance evaluations...
''Wait.''
A negative impact on his performance evaluation?
That might actually be a good thing.
From now on, my name is Prince of the Night.
Grabbing his coat, Ascal dashed into the night streets of the capital.
****
During the day people work, and at night they rest.
It was a long-standing tradition of humanity. However, the esteemed Dr. Hikigaya from the Far East once said that the cultural level of a nation could be measured by its ability to conquer the night.
In that respect, the cultural standards of the imperial capital were quitemendable.
Illuminated by stonemps, the capital still had several taverns with lights burning brightly. On the streets, wandering musicians yed fervently, cing hats on the ground for alms.
Ascal flicked a coin with his finger. Itnded neatly into the hat.
"Nice y."
Thank you, kind sir.
Ascal lowered his voice as much as he could.
The starlight tonight is too dazzling, making sleep elusive. Im at a loss on how to spend this night. You, the bard whose tunes flow as blood does in veins, can you suggest a ce where I can either soothe my restlessness or find serenity in the nights stillness?
It was quite a dramatic tone. If anyone recognized him, it would be bothersome. At this moment, he wasnt the imperial official Ascal.
He was the Prince of the Night.
You have shown me a favor, so how could I not repay you? Over yonder lies the Moonlight Theatre, known for its refined music and tales.
''Hmm. This wandering musician sure knew how to y his cards right.'' Ascal added another coin to the hat.
Thank you. I shall pay it a visit.
With that, Ascal headed in the direction of the Moonlight Theatre as guided by the musician.
****
The Moonlight Theatre was a renowned troupe in the empire.
A few years ago, at least.
Buttely, the Moonlight Theatre was anything but prosperous.
They had consecutively failed in ys they had heavily invested in and were facing dire financial straits.
Hey, I clearly told you to prepare all the props. Why is the mask missing? Seri, are you disregarding your senior?
Im sorry, senior. Senior Suna asked to borrow the mask...
p.
The scene was one of tant workce violence. Seri, having been pped, bent down silently, wiping the floor with a rag.
While some form of violence existed everywhere, the arts, on average, seemed to face more of it.
Oh, you missed a spot here.
Where, senior?
Right here.
Rosanna spat on the very spot Seri was cleaning.
It was a grave insult.
Sorry, Ive had phlegm stuck in my throat.
Yes, senior.
Seri wiped away Rosannas spit. With no further reaction from Seri, a bored Rosanna snorted and left.
Hey, Rosanna, youre pushing it too far.
Why? Because shes a nobles daughter? Didnt she say she wanted to start from scratch by joining our troupe? She should expect this much.
You are heartless.
Suna, who said this, wore a faint sneer. It wasnt as if she was fond of Seri either.
Who does she think she is, wanting to pursue noble art? Does she think we cant produce art? Its only because the theatre is struggling that were making sacrifices.
The reason for Seris mistreatment was partly her noble status, but more so because she wanted to perform using her self-written y.
Well, whatever. Shes here because of her generous donation. She wants to create art, an art no one watches. Ahaha.
Excuse me... Ive finished cleaning.
Suddenly noticing Seri behind the stage, Rosanna looked startled, but soon retorted coldly.
Good. Since the audience will be here soon, hide somewhere. Your turnsst after all.
Understood, senior.
After Seri left, Suna remarked,
She might have heard us.
So? Whats she gonna do about it?
It was nighttime.
Soon, it would be showtime for the Moonlight Theatre. In an instant, Rosannas expression changed the face of an actress.
****
Oh, Isolde. Why are you so beautiful?
Its because youre in love with me, Jerron.
On stage, the actors moved briskly. At times, they danced and sang. It was a packed performance with not a moments rest.
Ascal sat in the audience, watching the performance without any enthusiasm.
Hmm. Utterly boring.
Having been conditioned by the dopamine-triggering entertainments of his past life, it was hard for Ascal to be moved by what seemed like a familiar ssical script.
Exaggerated emotions he couldnt rte to.
Random dances. Was this Bollywood?
p p p.
The act came to an end.
pping sounds erupted from all around.
Ascal looked around. It seemed that, aside from him, the other spectators were genuinely enjoying and even moved by the performance.
You seem new here. How did you find the show? The passionate love between Isolde and Jerron brings tears to my eyes no matter how many times I see it.
Hmm. I suppose.
...?
If he was going to be sarcastic, Ascal decided he might as wellmit to it fully.
Emotional lines I cant rte to, a clichd story with no twist. If I were to give it a rating, Id say 3 out of 100.
You madman!
The audience gasped.
Ascal chuckled dismissively, ignoring the spectators. Truth be told, he was somewhat provoking them on purpose.
A headline like Empire Official Ascal Embroiled in Violence in tomorrows paper wouldnt be so bad.
Everyone should leave. Seris performance is up next.
Is it that time already? Listen, consider yourself lucky. Its rare to find someone who insults Isolde and Jerron, the fist of this empire, and still remains unharmed.
It was a strange urrence.
As if they had all made a pact, the audience began to depart like the ebbing tide. There were not many to begin with, but now only two or three remained.
At that moment, a girl with red hair appeared from offstage.
Booooo.
Jeers from the audience filled the room.
The girl paused briefly, ncing at the seats, before beginning her performance.
It was a one-woman show.
Better than expected?
There was something... pure about the girls acting.
Without overdoing it, she narrated the story with restrained emotions, yet her delivery was persuasive.
How can it be so boring? I cant bear this any longer. Im leaving.
Thest remaining members of the audience left, but the girl continued her performance, clearly engrossed in her act.
To be honest, it wasnt the most captivating performance. However,pared to the earlier tacky show, this felt more deserving of the title art.
Ascal appreciated the girls monologue.
When the sheep remain silent, I speak. I say that a wolf has already appeared within the fence, and it will prey on the poor first.
It was good.
Her measured tone, everything was just right.
Yet, it made him incredibly drowsy.
Sleepy, of all things?
Ascal suffered from insomnia.
And this girls voice was the perfect cure.
As if coffee had been poured directly into his brain, forcing it awake, his active mind began to shut down the moment it heard the soothing voice of the girl.
One sheep, two sheep...
Sleep... Im falling asleep...
Ascals eyes closed, and he was instantly embraced by slumber.
It was a most satisfying sleep.
****
The curtain fell on Seris performance.
Yet, there was no sound of apuse.
It was usual for not even a single audience member to remain, let alone for apuse to ring out.
At times like these, Seri felt like sinking into the floor.
Born into a noble family, Seri felt she had found her calling the first time she experienced a performance.
She sincerely wanted to be an artist. An artist who wrote and performed her own scripts.
However, reality was cruel.
No one seemed to understand her art.
Seri looked out with lifeless eyes at the empty seats. No one in front, no one behind, looking back at her...
Is there... someone?
But in the middle of the audience, a handsome man dressed in a ck coat and wearing a half-mask was seated.
He seemed deeply engrossed in the aftermath of the performance, eyes closed, savoring the lingering emotions.
After a while, the man opened his eyes.
It was a splendid performance.
His voice was clear, as if he had just woken from a brief nap.
...Youre lying, arent you?
Lying?
Until now, no one has ever praised my performance. You must surely be here to mock me. Are you from Rosannas side? Or Suna?
Really? Of all the performances Ive seen, yours was the best. Perhaps everyone else is blind.
He wasnt lying.
In fact, today was the first time Ascal had watched a performance here. And honestly, Seris performance wasnt bad at all. If only it hadnt made him drowsy.
Really?
I, the Prince of the Night, swear on my name that its the truth.
Ascal lowered his voice, deciding to nip Seris incessant questioning in the bud.
I finally have someone. Someone who understands my art. Even if its just one person, with that understanding, I...
Seri felt as if tears might fall.
Will you be able toe to my performance again tomorrow?
Of course, I will.
Ascal, feeling fully recharged from his brief nap earlier, spoke.
It had been a while since he felt this refreshed. He must definitelye again next time.
****
Your Highness, we have reports on the Her Royal Highness whereabouts. Oddly enough, she seems to frequent the government office these days.
Is that so?
Are you listening, Your Highness? Would you like me toe backter?
No, continue your report.
Theres no specific information on Princess Yulias whereabouts. There are only vague reports of someone resembling her at the government office...
The government office again? I might need to visit soon.
But for now...
I have matters to attend to.
****
Once again, Ascal, tormented by insomnia, came to watch Seris performance. The moment he heard Seris voice, he was lulled into a deep sleep.
And so it went on for several days.
Another splendid performance today, Seri. You truly are the worlds greatest actress.
Thank you. And... what should I call you?
Ascal ran a hand through his gelled-up hair.
Commoners typically didnt recognize the faces of those involved in state affairs, but Ascal felt that he had recently gained some notoriety.
It was a hassle to be recognized, so Ascal decided to keep his identity a secret.
The Prince of the Night.
Its a fitting name.
Seri savored the name Ascal had given.
Watching her, Ascal spoke.
It truly pains me to say this, but I dont think I cane to the theater anymore.
...Why?
Ive run out of the time allotted to me.
He implied his leave was ending.
Will we be able to meet again?
If fate allows.
Thanks to you, my insomnia has been cured, and Ive regained a normal sleep cycle.
Ascal turned away.
His long, ck cloak billowed behind him as he slowly faded into the darkness.
Left alone, Seri kept staring at where he had disappeared, then entered the dressing room.
She removed her wig and started wiping off her makeup.
Youve been quite full of yourselftely. Got a regr visitor and now youre all high and mighty?
Seems so.
Who are you to talk down? Have you lost your mind?
Hehe, maybe you have gone a bit off the rails?
Seri stood up. With her wig off and makeup removed, her bare face somehow looked different. Rosanna staggered backward.
She didnt recognize the person before her.
Its been fun, more or less. And Ive been satisfied.
What the hell are you talking about?
I wanted to leave quietly, but theres one thing that bothers me.
She snapped her fingers.
As if caught in some invisible snare, Rosanna found herself unable to move.
Your performance was unbearably boring.
What, what are you doing? Stay back!
But Im quite generous. How about just one fingernail?
Aaaaaaahhhhh!
A scream echoed through the dressing room.
****
Did you enjoy your outing, Princess Serena?
Outing? What are you talking about? I was sincere.
Oh, I misspoke. My apologies.
Anyway, find someone for me.
Who might that be?
Look for a ck-haired foreigner who recently entered the country. Hes probably a prince from a nameless small nation.
What would you like to do once hes found?
Im not sure.
Princess Serena, the second princess, spoke.
I think he might be my first love.
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Chapter 18:
Chapter 18:
Chapter 18: Brilliant scheme*
Is... vacation... really over?
Sitting in his office chair and looking up at the ceiling, Ascal muttered to himself.
Today, his world crumbled.
Today, I prepared peppermint tea to help you change your mood.
Lia served the tea.
It had been ten days since Ascal had seen her.
It was hard to believe, but he was somewhat d to see her.
Ascal sipped the just-warm-enough peppermint tea and squinted his eyes.
It tasted like toothpaste.
Was this an attempt to poison him? On another note, it did snap him back to reality.
Did you mix in toothpaste?
Seems it wasnt to your taste. Ill prepare something else.
As Lia went to make another drink, Ascal checked on the piled-up work.
Surprisingly, there was hardly any work umted over the past ten days.
There were two reasons for this.
Firstly, Kane, the head of department 1, practically handled most of the tasks.
The directors job was mostly to enjoy his hobbies and casually interact with the higher-ups, then just stamp approvals when necessary.
Secondly, the staff of the Evaluation Department were still in workaholic mode.
Some even had deep dark circles under their eyes, roaming around like zombies. Thete nights werent scary for no reason.
So, this is the only task I need to handle?
Negotiations with Count Luderun.
In a nutshell, the state needed to use somend that slightly oveped with Count Luderuns territory.
Count Luderun stated that unless dirt gets in his eyes, not even a speck of hisnd could be used.
To interpret this, it basically means Pay me a generouspensation.
In an era without professional surveying technology, such disputes weremon, and most of them could be resolved with money or power.
However, since Count Luderun was not a pro-emperor faction, the empire decided to keep its purse strings tight.
Instead, they said, You guys do a good job, so handle this smoothly, and tossed the matter to the Evaluation Department.
And to negotiate with someone of a Counts stature, one must be at least of the directors rank.
But why do I feel so reluctant to handle this job?
Ascal stared nkly out the window.
Before seeding or failing at a task, he simply didnt want to work at all.
Humans are, after all, creatures of habit.
The recent vacation had transformed Ascal into aplete cker.
Ive brought you something else to drink.
Thanks.
With a sense of emptiness, Ascal closed his eyes and took a sip of the tea Lia had prepared.
It was pleasantly sweet and slightly thick incredibly delightful.
It had been a while since he tasted something this suited to his pte.
She should have made this from the start.
What tea is this?
Its cocoa for toddlers.
......
No wonder it was so sweet.
***
The alleyway behind the government office was geographically in a very unique spot.
Hidden between buildings and barely visible at a nce, there was a certain coziness to the alley that made it the perfect ce to take a puff from a pipe and gaze up at the sky.
In other words, a ce to loaf around.
Today, as always, Ascal sought out the alley with his pipe in hand. But today, there were already some early visitors.
Devon, still holding a grudge against Director Ascal?
Isnt it obvious?
In alleys like this, gossip was a frequent urrence. The usual victims were superiors, colleagues, and juniors.
And there was an unspoken rule in these gossip spots: the subject of the gossip should never suddenly appear.
Hes just a lucky upstart who happened to seed in quick session. Over time, his true colors will show.
I respect your opinion. Its not like Im just humoring you because youre the child of a count.
Hmph. Time will reveal Im right.
Adhering faithfully to the etiquette of gossip, Ascal was taken aback by Devons words.
Within Ascals mind, the image of Devon had always been vague. He was just the former manager of Department 2 and came from a noble lineage.
However, upon hearing this gossip, Ascals perception of Devon drastically shifted.
''Lucky.''
''Thats true.''
A rapid riser who achieved sess after sess.
It was a Fact.
''Over time, ones true colors will show.''
I truly hope they do.
Such a discerning and insightful individual exists, one who can prate the truth?
Ascal thought.
Such talent must be cherished.
***
Negotiate with Count Luderun, you say?
Youre the perfect candidate. To negotiate with someone as demanding as Count Luderun, one needs noble blood. Just like you.
Youre not wrong... Hmm.
Devon, called into the directors office, rigidly listened to Ascals proposal.
Despite the significant rank difference between the two, Devon had the backing of a counts lineage.
Just as a Pokmon asionally ignoresmands without a trainer badge, one needed a position higher than a vice-minister when one belonged to a counts family.
However, nominally, Ascal was Devons superior, so he quietly listened.
Seeing a hesitant Devon, Ascal judged that now was the right time to throw his ace.
Its a task that requires someone aspetent as you.
Ascal used ttery!
It was highly effective!
For the next 5 minutes, the probability of Devon obeying Ascalsmand increased!
If you put it that way, Ill take on the task.
Sessfully wooing him, Ascal looked at Devon with satisfaction.
And then, he pulled out three leather pouches.
Ive prepared these just in case. If the negotiation with the Count bes challenging, take one out.
Hmph. I doubt Ill need to use these. Still, I appreciate the gesture.
Devon confidently left the directors office.
Ascal watched his retreating figure with satisfaction.
He had always wanted to try this strategy, reminiscent of the tactic with three pouches given to Zhao Yun in the old Romance of the Three Kingdoms, to be used in times of difficulty.
The difference was, instead of written words, these pouches contained items.
I have a feeling if I wrote something down, it would lead to a big mess...
For the record, the pouches contained trinkets that had nothing to do with negotiation.
After all, it was a rule to nurture talent strictly.
***
Count Luderuns Mansion:
Upon meeting Count Luderun, Devon immediately sensed something was off.
From their very first encounter, Count Luderun casually draped one leg over the table in the reception room.
You have 3 minutes. Speak.
Such a demeanorcked any semnce of dignity.
The Luderun family rose to prominence throughmerce. Their background was distinct from Devon, who was born of noble blood.
I am here to negotiate.
Negotiate? Negotiate-whatever? Listen, young man.
Count Luderun took a puff from his pipe and spat phlegm into a bowl.
Negotiation is for equals. What do you have to offer for my preciousnd? What youre proposing isnt negotiation. Its begging.
Devon unwittingly wiped the sweat that had formed on his forehead.
From the start, Count Luderun had no intention of listening to him. He felt overwhelmed. The lives and experiences they had led were entirely different.
The pouches that Director Ascal gave me...
The thought of the pouch given by Ascal shed across Devons mind.
To be honest, he had scoffed when he received the pouch. He believed he could sessfully negotiate without such gimmicks.
Devon pulled out the first pouch.
Inside was a filled with peppermint, the kind used for brewing tea.
Where was he supposed to use something like this? Panic began to set in for Devon.
Just as Count Luderun, who had been distracted during their discussion, was about to berate Devon, he paused.
The room suddenly fell silent.
Peppermint, is it? Bring it here.
Breaking the stillness was Count Luderun. In a semi-panic, Devon handed over the peppermint.
And as it was brewed into tea, the deep scent of peppermint began to fill the room.
Top-grade peppermint. Some detest the smell of peppermint, but to me, theyre all ignorant fools. They dont realize how refreshing this scent is.
Count Luderun savored the peppermint tea.
His expression softened considerably.
Alright. Youve shown some sincerity. Ill listen. Speak up.
Somehow, Count Luderuns demeanor had changed. Before the unpredictable Count could change his mind, Devon quickly presented his prepared negotiation proposal.
We n to build a watchtower adjacent to yournd, my lord. Your territory is a strategic military location, bordering the territory of the immigrants. If a watchtower is erected, it will not only monitor the immigrants but will also ensure the safety of yournds.
Bang!
Count Luderun mmed his desk.
My territory is safe even without such a watchtower. Did we seem so weak to you that wed rely on something as trivial as that?
Devons meticulously prepared proposal had brought about the worst possible oue. The agitated Count Luderun was on the brink of storming out.
The the second pouch.
Hastily, Devon opened the second pouch given by Ascal.
Inside was a toy doll.
Wha... What the hell is this?
So worked up, even the dialect of his old hometown that hed meticulously suppressed after moving to the capital slipped out.
Isnt that a limited-edition doll from the Devon Workshop? Its even a part of the collection I dont have. How did you know I collect these?
Greed glinted in Count Luderuns eyes.
Devon was taken aback. He hadnt imagined the Count collected dolls, let alone this one.
Even more astonishing was the foresight of Director Ascal, who had anticipated the Counts tastes.
Once again, sweat trickled down Devons forehead.
He wasnt sure if the sweat was because of Count Luderun or because of Director Ascal.
When meeting the Count, its only proper I donte empty-handed, isnt it?
Hmm. A polite young man you are. Did you time the gift presentation on purpose? You do seem to know how to negotiate.
Holding the limited-edition doll, Count Luderun nodded in satisfaction.
However, its still problematic. Erecting a watchtower next to my territory essentially means surveilling ournd, doesnt it? Let me be blunt. From the outset, this negotiation was a stretch. The real intention behind the watchtower is to keep an eye on our territory, isnt it?
Uh... Well...
Its not your fault. Its just those trashy spies. Youve just been used as a pawn.
Devon couldnt respond properly to this previously unknown fact.
Return and deliver my message. Say you almost seeded in the negotiation, but narrowly missed out. This way, your reputation wont be tarnished, right?
The Counts tone was so paternal, it almost made Devon inadvertently nod in agreement.
No, I cant just give up here.
Yet the oue was still failure. Devon reached for hisst pocket.
Inside was a worn-out coin, woefully inadequate as a bribe.
Director Ascal! What on earth am I supposed to do with this coin?
Devon internally screamed.
That coin is!
However, Count Luderun showed interest in the coin.
He even snatched it from Devons hand to inspect it closely.
This is amemorative coin from the empires founding, isnt it?
Yes... thats right.
To be honest, he didnt know. But he couldnt deny it at this point.
Count Luderun gazed into the distance, holding the worn coin, as if lost in old memories, like an elder reminiscing about the past.
Back then, I was nobody. A helpless fellow who couldnt even afford bread. Whenever I was near a bakery, intoxicated by the smell, Id vow that one day Id own one. Just that hope was enough for me back then.
I see.
Devon knew from experience that nodding and empathizing was the best course of action in such moments.
I struggled like mad to get to where I am today. But without the help of the previous emperor, I wouldnt be here.
Tears welled up in Count Luderuns eyes.
It was really... unimaginably tough, but those were happy times...
Whats gotten into this guy?
Devon couldnt grasp the unfolding situation.
Count Luderun wore a faint smile.
You cunning devil. Handing this to me. Youre reminding me of my early days, arent you?
Damn it, I cant read him.
Devon decided to y along.
Youve seen right through me.
To be honest, Im not too fond of the current empire. But the previous emperor probably wouldve wanted a watchtower here. He always cared deeply for thisnd.
Devon nodded, a reflexive reaction.
Very well. Devon of Hrundel, youve managed to persuade this stubborn old man. Heres your permit.
Count Luderun pulled out a parchment and stamped it with his seal. It was a permit granting the use of thend.
Thank you, Lord Count.
Dont thank me, I should be the one expressing gratitude.
Honestly, Devon still couldnt figure out how things had yed out.
He could only think of one person.
Just how much... and from where... did you n this... Ascal Debrue? You genuinely terrify me.
****
Ascal had heard the news of Devons sessful negotiation.
Just as sharp-eyed as ever, an invaluable talent. He shouldve been in a director position instead of me.
But it was not toote now.
Lets board the train together. The express train to promotion... Tsk Tsk Tsk.
Which final destination was Hell.
[TN: Brilliant scheme: The original chapters title was (geum-nang-myo-gye) which actually is an old Chinese idiom, originated from Luo Guanzhongs novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Here the author actually takes reference from the original story which goes like this:
In the Kingdom of Wu, the renowned general Zhou Yu defeated Cao Caos mighty army at the Battle of Red Cliffs, thanks to the ingenious strategy of Zhuge Liang. However, Zhou Yu felt threatened by Liu Beis ambition and Zhuge Liangs brilliance. As a result, he tried to eliminate them on several asions but failed each time. Finally, he deceived Liu Bei by promising to marry him to the younger sister of the King of Wu, Sun Quan, luring him to Wu and then taking him hostage in an attempt to reim the territory of Jingzhou.
Zhuge Liang, who saw through Zhou Yus intentions, entrusted the protection of Liu Bei on his journey to Wu to Zhao Yun. He gave Zhao Yun three silk pouches filled with strategies, saying, Unfold and execute one whenever you face a crisis. During emergencies, Zhao Yun took out the strategies one by one from the pouches to ovee challenges. Thanks to the strategy in the Golden Lock n, Liu Bei genuinely married Sun Quans younger sister, escaped the pursuit of Wus army, and safely returned to Jingzhou.
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Chapter 19:
Chapter 19:
Chapter 19: The Hoe
A sense of difort settled in Ascal.
In his office, leaning on his desk, Ascal felt as though hed forgotten something. It wasnt gravely important, yet it wasnt trivial either. It felt like hed forgotten something poised at a delicate midpoint
Ivee for your approval, Director Ascal.
At that moment, someone entered his office.
It was Devon.
Having seen the report Devon brought, which was impable, Ascal promptly stamped it.
Indeed, Devon was a man Ascal had acknowledged.
However, there was something slightly unsettling.
Ever since sessfully negotiating with Count Luderun, Devon seemed oddly humble toward him. One would think hed be more arrogant after such a feat.
Indeed. A rice grows riper, the lower it bows its head, Ascal mused.
Devon must have realized something during that time.
Satisfied with this realization, Ascals respect for Devon grew more and more.
But what Ascal didnt know was...
Lost in thought what schemes are you cooking up now, Director Ascal? I fear you too much.
Devons regard for Ascal was also growing endlessly.
***
In the afternoon, the item Ascal had forgotten returned in an unexpected manner.
Came out the man named Ascal!
Hey! You cant just barge in like that!
A dwarf, with a nose as red as a beet, was causing a ruckus in the office. In his hand, he brandished a weapon.
No matter how fiercely the guards rushed in, he broke through them effortlessly. It was like watching a top-performing football yer who likely earns over 10 billion won in sry.
Ascal watched, secretly admiring the dwarfs breakthrough abilities.
Ascal, Ascal Debrue! Come out at once!
But this dwarf
He was shouting Ascals name. With an intensity as if summoning an archenemy.
Director Ascal, flee! Ill handle this. Please live on and make our Evaluation Department great.
An employee from the department 4th stood in front of Ascal, blocking the path with a determined resolve.
Wait. Step aside.
Ah, Director Ascal?
Looking at the department 4th employee who kept calling out his name, Ascal had an expression of disbelief.
Does he want to give away my lost possession?
Nevertheless, the reason Ascal stepped forward was that the weapon in the dwarfs hand looked eerily familiar.
Its curved silhouette, reminiscent of a pastoral ambiance, was both familiar and rustic.
It was a hoe.
The very one he had lost at Viscount Yoricks territory not long ago.
Realizing what he had lost and forgotten made Ascal feel refreshed. It felt like a piece of meat, stuck between his teeth all day, had finally been dislodged.
Come out! Ascal!
The dwarf kept screaming.
His voice sounded like someone who just narrowly missed out on a subsidy application.
Ascal stared intently at the dwarf.
ording to the Imperial Encyclopedia, the dwarf race was known to be stubborn. It was an absolute fact. It was not racial prejudice at all.
In other words, thismotion wouldnt end until he found him. Otherwise, the entire Imperial Guard might swarm in.
I am Ascal.
Ascal stepped forward confidently.
Di-Director?
The employees, who had been desperately trying to block the dwarf, were taken aback. However, to Ascal, the dwarf didnt appear dangerous at all.
Every now and then, the dwarf would look at the hoe he held with fondness in his eyes.
Oh!!!! I finally get to see it!!!!!
The dwarf approached withrge strides.
And just as he was about to say something, Ascal interjected.
Im not selling the hoe.
Why?????
The dwarfs face fell in an instant.
****
There was a slight misunderstanding, but he was a valuable guest from afar.
Ascal guided the dwarf to a guest seat in his office.
We have coffee and tea. What would you like?
Hot coffee, of course. Straight, no sugar.
The dwarf downed the steaming strong coffee. Making a face as he did.
Was his throat made of steel?
Ah, this is the taste. It wakes the brain right up.
After enjoying his coffee, the dwarf introduced himself.
Ie from Stonehead in the north. You can call me Dugrim.
Im Ascal Debrue, the Director of the Imperial Evaluation Department. Its a pleasure to meet you, Dugrim.
Hmm.
Dugrim, rummaging in his backpack like a mountain climber, ced a dagger wrapped in a sheath on the table.
Take a look.
Well, a bribe on our first meeting might be a bit...
But Dugrim spoke with an incredulous tone.
In the dwarf culture, we have a custom of showing our belongings to one another during our first meeting. Its not a bribe.
My apologies.
Ascal felt remorse. Lately, he had encountered so many unusual characters that his sense of what was normal had shifted.
Take a look.
Ascal examined the dagger Dugrim had handed him. To him, it looked like just any other dagger.
Hmm... its a dagger.
I suppose it doesnt catch your eye. Youve seen many, havent you? Now, show me something of yours.
But he had nothing special to show. The hoe was with the dwarf.
In his quandary, Ascal fetched a sword hanging on his office wall. It was a famous de gifted to him by the emperor.
Dugrims eyes changed upon seeing the sword.
May I take a closer look?
Please, feel free.
Holding the sword, Dugrim first checked its weight and bnce like a true craftsman. Then, he ran his fingers along the de.
You have used very high-quality steel. Its rare to find something this exquisite outside of the Imperial Pce.
Recognizing the imperial de with just a nce, Dugrim truly had a sharp eye, fitting for a dwarf.
The hilt is quite nice too. The details are impressive, and the leatherwork is exceptional. Such craftsmanship indeed matches the quality of my dagger.
The dwarf handed the sword back to Ascal.
Im impressed. For someone your age to possess such a piece, the future must seem daunting. Im actually a bit envious.
Um... there seems to be a misunderstanding.
Misunderstanding?
Its not a sword I made.
You little...
For the first time in his life, Ascal saw a dwarf spewing expletives.
****
It took Ascal nearly half an hour to calm the dwarf, whose face had turned as red as a volcano.
I admit my words might have been somewhat misleading.
Im relieved the misunderstanding is resolved. How did youe to possess that hoe?
True to his dwarf nature, which favored straightforwardness, Dugrim replied immediately.
I was visiting the territory of an old friend of mine, Yorick, and while I was there, I thought Id help with some farming. I found this while working in the fields. Seemed like something used for digging, so I gave it a try. And would you believe it? I felt this was clearly revolutionary.
Watching Dugrim admire the tool as if he were a home shoppingwork host, Ascal felt a swell of pride. It reminded him of the emotion he felt when a foreigner praised bibimbap.
So, let me ask again. Would you consider selling that hoe to me? Of course, Im not asking for it for free.
With that, Dugrim upended a backpack, almost as tall as his upper body, spilling out numerous iron-made items onto the desk.
These are all handcrafted items Ive made. Each one holds significant value, I assure you. How about trading all these for the hoe?
Um...
To anyone, it seemed like a profitable trade. Exchanging just one hoe for all of these crafts made by a dwarf himself.
However, Ascal felt a strange unease.
Why do I feel this way? Its as if someone is pouring out all their cards just to exchange for one rare card...
Just then, someone appeared from behind. Ascal barely held back a startled jump.
May I have a word?
It was Lia.
Before he realized, she had finished her errand and entered the office.
Whos thisdy?
This is Lia, my secretary. Youll be speaking with her from now on.
Now on, youll be speaking with mywyer from.
The reason Ascal readily relinquished his seat was because hepletely trusted Lias abilities.
Since bing his official secretary, Lia had be more proactive.
To rify, Mr. Dugrim, youre interested not merely in the hoe but in this hoe and the exclusive rights to its development, correct?
...!
Ascal was taken aback.
He hadnt imagined the deal had such implications hidden within.
In his defense, it wasnt hard to catch, but he hadnt expected a dwarf known to be hasty but honest and warm-hearted to have such an ulterior motive.
You have a wise secretary there. Youre right. What I want is not just the hoe, but its exclusive rights as well.
Dugrim discreetly hid the contract he had brought with him.
And you value this hoe quite highly, dont you, Mr. Dugrim?
I cant deny it.
Dwarves couldnt lie. More urately, they dislike it. They might omit details, but they wont lie if directly questioned.
Lia actively used this to her advantage.
Director, you seem reluctant to sell the hoe. May I ask why?
Ascal pondered.
The reason wasnt clear.
If he had to put it into words, it might be the anxiety of predicting the snowball effect once the hoe an object from another world was released to the public.
Lia, do you think selling this hoe is beneficial for us?
I believe so.
Then I leave this deal in your hands.
With that, Ascal left the office.
Hmm, was that cool of me?
In truth, he had always intended to sell the hoe at some point. The initial n was after he would left the Evolution Department, but advancing the timeline a bit wouldnt hurt.
Plus, showing that he trusts Lia was a bonus.
By the time he returned from a brief pipe smoke outside, the negotiation had already concluded.
Lia remained expressionless, while Dugrim, with a hardened face as if he had been dealt a heavy blow by her, stamped the contract.
You truly have... a terrifying secretary, he remarked.
ncing over the contract, it appeared grossly one-sided.
''What have you done, Lia?''
****
Director-nim! The hoe is bing trendy among the youngsterstely!
...Why?
Something about eco-friendly green lifestyles, I dont know. Ive got one myself! Could you sign it for me?
Sushia held out the hoe she had personally acquired. Its handle was pink.
Seeing it wasnt a big deal, he signed it.
Yay! Im going to show off to my friends! Thank you, Director-nim!
After returning from a vacation in the Kalii Kingdom, Sushia, slipping back into her usualzy demeanor, donned her hat and left for the day.
Trends were frightening.
Everyone seemed to bring their hoe for a signature.
After signing a few, Ascal, finding it tedious, began to avoid everyone in sight.
But thest person was unexpected.
Director-nim, could you... sign mine too?
Lia approached hesitantly, presenting her hoe.
Really?
You too?
Of course.
For anyone else, he might have declined, but granting Lias request was always advantageous. He signed hers with more care than the others.
Thank you.
Lia, for some inexplicable reason, seemed pleased as she took her signed hoe and hurriedly left.
It was an odd day.
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Chapter 20:
Chapter 20:
Insomnia is a disease that can recur at any time. But! Youre in luck. Because youre visiting me, Gilbert, the second most renowned physician in the empire.
......
If you drink this medicine, youll fall asleep instantly.
Ascal eyed the doctor suspiciously.
This was an era where the touch healing of priests, potions, and healing magic existed. Thanks to magic, some areas of the empire had advanced beyond modern standards. However, medicine was not one of them.
In a ce where jesters could stick a needle in someone''s hand once and were immediately hailed as doctors, that was the current state of imperial medicine.
May I inquire about the ingredients of the medicine?
Hmm. Normally, I dont disclose the form to outsiders but...
Having been in public service for a long time, Ascal could sense the underlying opportunity in Gilberts tone.
Ascal ced a shining silver coin on the desk. In a sh, Gilbert pocketed it.
His sleight of hand was impressive; it hinted he might be skilled in surgery.
But! For the sake of my patients, theres nothing I wont share! This sleeping pill consists of a devils herb, mixed magic stone powder, animal tranquilizer, and chamomile. All personallypounded by me, a medical doctor.
I see. Ill be taking my pet goldfish for a walk then.
Wait! Dear patient!
Ascal didnt want to sleep forever.
So he quickly excused himself.
In the empire, it might be best not to visit hospitals.
****
Its time to return as the Prince of the Night.
Ascal applied oil to his hair, donned a ck cloak, and put on the half-mask he had purchased from the flea market at the outskirts.
Despite the vendor trying to mark up the price iming its antique value, he had managed to buy it at a bargain after some intense haggling.
He looked like a figure entirely draped in ck.
Using a silver mirror, Ascal checked his appearance and felt a hint of embarrassment.
If Sushia were to see him like this...
How mortifying.
She must never discover me like this.
Ascal cast a self-hypnotic spell. You must respect me. I am the Prince of the Night. The observer who oversees the night, the mastermind of darkness...
Perfect.
After mumbling the self-hypnosis like a mantra for a while, Ascal finally immersed himself entirely in his role as the Prince of the Night.
Its time for the night to wee its master.
As Ascal swirled his cloak and stepped outside, he paused. The hem of his cloak got caught in the door. After struggling for a moment, he finally freed the hem. It was a close call.
****
The Empires Second Princess, Serena Barba, had been in quite a sour moodtely.
She was originally a sensitive person, but recently she had be so low-key that even the maids close to her started to notice the change in her.
Your Highness.
What is it?
Serena, sitting askew in her chair, tapped on the armrest, a silent expression of her displeasure.
Weve found him. The ck-haired prince who recently visited the empire.
Really?
Serenas face lit up.
Her mood instantly brightened.
He will be visiting us shortly.
Really? Im not looking weird now, am I? No stray hairs, eyebrows well-groomed?
Yes, you look impable.
No, I should do it over. Starting with the dress.
With a fluttering heart, Serena inspected her attire. It was crucial to appear natural during their first meeting. Not too much, yet notcking either.
With the help of her maid, Serena, deeming herself to be in perfect condition, sat calmly in her chair, waiting.
Do I look alright?
Yes, you look absolutely beautiful, Your Highness.
Three minutes passed.
Is the lipstick a bit too bold? Should I redo it?
No, its fine.
Another five minutes passed.
No, this isnt the right dress for our first meeting. I want to change.
Just as Serena was about to stand up to change her outfit, she had no choice but to stop.
The guest had already arrived.
The prince is entering!
The doors were slowly opening.
Serena nervously fiddled with her ears as she awaited the door to fully open. It had been a while since she felt this anxious.
Hmm. I didnt realize the princess was looking for me.
And there appeared the ck-haired prince.
With a deep gaze, the prince smiled graciously at Serena.
Why were you looking for me? Oh, dont be shy. Youre as beautiful as Ive heard.
Flowing like silk, her stunning red hairplemented her pale skin, and eyes that seemed crafted from rubies.
The prince openly admired the princesss appearance.
Princess?
Serena, without uttering a word, looked up at the prince.
Its not you, she whispered.
What do you mean?
His chubby cheeks glistened, as if he had only ever dined on the mostvish foods. An air of navet surrounded him, suggesting he had never experienced hardship.
The expensive clothes,den only with expensive gems, were of colors so bright they hurt the eyes. They betrayed an absoluteck of artistic sense.
This prince was not the one she was searching for.
A coldness settled in Serenas crimson eyes.
Leave.
How rude, Princess. This could escte into a serious diplomatic incident...
I said leave.
His body stiffened, as if being watched by a snake. With a gasp, the prince stumbled backward, then bolted out, kicking the door in his haste.
Noe, you brought the wrong person?
I will ept any punishment you see fit.
...Haa. No, thinking about it, finding such a person couldnt have been that easy.
Serena heaved a sigh.
This had be somewhat troublesome.
The prince who had just left was, after all, merely a prince of a small ind nation. Even weaker in status than a baron of the empire. The chances of this escting to a diplomatic issue, as he had suggested, were close to nil.
The real issuey elsewhere.
How can I see him again?
An answer came to her.
Thats right. Lets hold another y.
The Prince of the Night seemed to have a fondness for the arts.
If we do that, he wille back.
The princess smiled.
****
Ascal felt an eerie chill as he walked the streets at night. Despite his thick cloak, he hadnt expected to feel this cold...
Regardless, he had a destination in mind.
''Moonlight Theatre.''
After turning at the three-way intersection, a familiar alley appeared. In that ce, the wandering musician was still ying his music.
Ah, sir!
Ascal flipped a coin towards him. This time, it was a silver coin.
Whoa! This is too generous.
Not at all. Thanks to the troupe you told me about, I had a wonderful experience.
Is that so, sir? Then, have you heard the news?
What news are you talking about?
The words from the wandering musician were shocking.
The Moonlight Theatre has failed. Due to financial hardships, they can no longer sustain the troupe.
This couldnt be.
Ascal, suppressing his initial reaction, responded in character as the Prince of the Night.
Ah, so the unfortunate moment has finallye. Its truly saddening that the troupe which stirred my emotions has met such a tragic end.
Still, they mustve been happy to have been able to perform for you, sir. Perhaps I can rmend another troupe that might touch your heart?
Please do.
Who knows? Maybe he would encounter someone else capable of curing his insomnia. With a hint of anticipation, Ascal went to the troupe the musician had rmended.
.
.
.
.
Ah! Isolde! You are truly beautiful!
Not Isolde again?
Ascal patiently waited, hoping to see that girl from the other troupe once more.
However,
The y was merely an assault on the ears, and no matter how long he waited, that girl never appeared.
If anything, the little sleepiness he felt vanished entirely, leaving Ascals eyes bloodshot.
I must find her.
He began to wander the streets at night.
He was very tired.
Yet sleep eluded him.
It felt like he could die.
Please... save me. Where the hell are you?
At this rate, hed be more of a ghost of the night than its prince.
He drifted from one troupe to another for a while, but he never saw that girl.
I want to see. I want to hear. That girls voice.
He still couldnt forget.
Upon hearing the first note, the girls soft voice had naturally lulled him to sleep, as if ying theta brainwaves. It felt like she was the very embodiment of a siren.
If Id known, I wouldve at least asked for her name...
Regret filled him for leaving so abruptly to maintain his cool demeanor.
Sighing deeply, Ascal headed into a theatre where the lights were still on, clutching at straws.
And then.
Upon seeing the girl on the stage, he instantly knew.
It was her.
Ive found her! My remedy for sleep.
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Chapter 21:
Chapter 21:
Serena stretched out her legs.
With the umted tension throughout her body easing, a faint moan escaped her lips.
Even with the powerful background of being an imperial princess, the anxiety before this performance was her kryptonite.
Seri. Are you ready?
Yes, Ill be out soon.
Serena had taken a liking to this troupe.
It wasnt as big as the Moonlight troupe, but the facilities werent bad, and the people were kind. It felt like a true family.
Above all, they would provide opportunities for anyone, as long as they had talent.
Serena spread out the script onest time before her performance.
When she was with the Moonlight Theater, she had performed with scripts she had written herself.
It was a sort of stubbornness. She believed she could write stories far superior to these clichd love stories.
She also naively thought that the general audience would recognize and appreciate her superior narratives.
-But the public was cold-hearted.
They wouldnt waste their time on a nd and uninteresting story concocted by a young girl.
They came to watch validated, entertaining stories.
Serena knew that fact now.
Yet, she still believed her story held a unique piece of artistry.
Most importantly, there was one person who proved that to her.
That was all that mattered.
Now,
Lets give the audience a delightful smile.
With that thought, Serena opened the script.
Isolde and Jerron was one of the most famous tales in the empire.
She could probably recite every line without looking.
But as with all popr ys, each troupe adds their own twist to Isolde and Jerron. She just had to remember those specific changes.
Serena opened the first page.
.
Serenas arm trembled as she held the script.
Serenas mother, the Empress, died when Serena was just six. It was a sudden death.
Isolde and Jerron was a love story between two people from different families. It was a story that touched hearts by showing an impossible love bing possible in the end.
However, Isoldes childhood was only briefly touched upon in the narrative, without much depth. It was considered a boring part of the story.
But for Serena
Seri? Its about to start.
Just... give me a moment.
Serena took a deep breath and turned to the next page.
Enough.
Her heart raced uncontrobly.
In agony, Serena gritted her teeth and flipped the page.
Upon realizing this, Isolde stopped engaging in faux love affairs. She coldly received the roses from knights, and sheughed off proposals from the sons of great nobles.
Isolde knew she was a pretender.
Confessing love to another pretender only confirms that she, too, was a fake.
-Isolde often found herself staring at the railing.
Seri! Seri! The y has started!
...Yes.
Pulled away from the script, Serena finished her makeup and headed to the stage.
The role she was to y was Isolde.
****
The Breeze Troupe was a small theaterpany.
Yet, every time there was a performance, the seats would always be filled with loyal patrons. Their talented actors andpelling scripts made it possible.
Apologies! Due to an issue with makeup, the performance will be slightly dyed!
The theater director bowed deeply in apology.
The audience, seeming understanding, pped in response.
After a short while, the stage props were prepared, and the actors began to make their appearances.
Todays Isolde will be yed by our neer, Miss Seri. Although shes a rookie, she possesses exceptional acting skills. Please watch her performance with keen interest.
The theater director bowed once more and exited the stage.
Click.
The lights went out.
The stage was plunged into darkness.
Now, it was the actors time.
And in that enveloping darkness, a man wearing a mask was watching the stage intently.
****
The atmosphere on stage was thickening.
Seris co-stars performance wasnt bad. The audiences reactions were positive. It was the first time receiving such enthusiastic feedback.
Yet, something felt like it was just one step short.
The actor ying Jerron knelt down.
It was the part where he talked about their childhood, confessing his love.
Isolde, do you remember? When we were little, I promised to give you a diamond ring. Instead of a diamond, I had picked up a pebble from the riverbank and given it to you.
A yful smile tugged at the corner of Jerrons lips, which soon turned serious.
Do you know the meaning of a diamond?
Unchanging love.
From the days when Isolde and Jerron were childhood friends, much time had passed.
They were no longer children. Yet Jerron was still speaking of that day.
From his pocket, Jerron pulled out a ring.
Adorned with a shining diamond.
Run away with me, Isolde.
It was the highlight.
With that, Jerron confessed that from that day onward, he had loved her unwaveringly.
Isolde realized that only Jerron truly loved her, and they disappeared together into the sunset.
That was the ending.
It was time for the final act.
Isolde slowly turned around, walking barefoot along the riverbank. With every step, she reminisced about the past. The audiences breaths grew shorter.
Jerron, I am
Turning her back, Isolde was facing the audience. In the end, Seri couldnt fully immerse herself as Isolde. The Prince of the Night didnte.
...Huh?
Isolde let out a surprised sound.
A man in a ck cloak, wearing a half-mask, was present.
He was in the audience.
Seri transformed back into Isolde.
Isolde?
From behind, the voice of the actor ying Jerron called out. There was a hint of confusion in his tone.
However, Isolde didnt look in that direction.
She was gazing at the audience.
Where the Prince of the Night sat.
Seri inquired,
How does my performance look to you now?
The Prince of the Night bowed his head.
He didnt even open his eyes.
As if he was asleep.
Chilled by his cold response, she froze.
But she couldnt stop here.
Isolde raised her voice.
So this isnt enough? Liar. You said youde to watch me, but you broke your promise.
Isolde removed the wig from her makeup. Beneath it, her natural red hair was revealed. With a sleeve, she wiped away her makeup, unveiling her true face.
Taking a step toward the audience, Seri confronted a groundbreaking moment.
Shouldnt we stop her?
The director asked with concern. The theatre owner shook his head.
Let it be. Its best not to interfere with an actors improvisation... This might just be legendary.
The distance was just two steps.
Seri looked at the Prince of the Night. Complex emotions filled her eyes.
With a burst of anger, she eximed,
Liar! I really hate you!
Murmurs rippled through the audience.
Everyone was in turmoil. Was this an agreed-upon direction in advance? An actor confronting the audience was unprecedented.
And who was that masked man?
An arranged actor?
The man with his eyes open gazed silently at Seri.
Though he spoke not a word, there was something captivating about him.
...Too noisy.
His words were cold.
The voice carried an undertone of irritation.
Seri looked at the audience.
They were all overwhelmed.
It felt as though a nail had been driven into their hearts. But she couldnt back down now.
Seri took a step and ced her hand on her chest in a gentle gesture.
I love you. Lets leave together.
......
Silence ensued.
Seri looked into the Prince of the Nights eyes. Those eyes, they scorned her.
It was as if they conveyed he never imagined she could be such a person.
Why?
And the Prince of the Night stood up.
Dont go. You... you...
She wanted to call out his name.
But she didnt know it.
She didnt know his true identity.
The Prince of the Night began to walk away.
That was the end.
Seri reached out her hand, but she couldnt grasp him.
She had crossed a line.
To him, who loved art, what on earth had she done? Was this not art, but merely a tantrum?
Strength drained from her legs.
No... no. I... I dont even have the right to hold him.
Seri, sitting down in her hesitation, couldnt hold back her tears.
And for a long while, she sat there crying.
Sob... sniff... ahhhhh!
No one could approach her in such a state.
For princess Serena Barba, the Second Princess of the Empire...
It was her first love and her first heartbreak.
****
Wow. That was a close call.
Ascal, who had hastily run away to a spot out of sight from the theater group, caught his breath. He had run so hard that his heart raced.
Her voice served as a luby, and he was soon sound asleep.
Suddenly, it grew noisy. Opening his eyes, the actress ying Isolde stood before him. His throat was sore, perhaps from sleep talking.
And when Isolde suddenly removed her wig, revealing her true identity... he nearly passed out.
The sleeping pill turned out to be the Second Princess.
He recognized her face instantly. A woman with red hair who ys theater as a hobby. It was none other than Serena Barba, the Second Princess of the Empire.
And depending on ones perspective, Serena was a minefield, perhaps even more so than Yulia.
How could Serena everpete with someone nearly superhuman like Yulia? It was because of her horrifyingly relentless determination and tenacity.
In the original work, Serena managed to corner Yulia sessfully.
Though she ultimately failed in the end.
Anyway.
Its fortunate Im wearing this mask. Truly.
Even with the lighting, it was a rtively dark night, and he was d in a thick coat and a half mask. Even if Serena had sharp eyes, it would be difficult for her to recognize him. Even if they identally metter on.
Yawn...
But why on earth did Serena say those words to him? Was it ad-lib?
The one silver lining was that, thanks to all this, he did manage to get some sleep.
He felt he would be refreshed for work the next day.
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Chapter 22:
Chapter 22:
Chapter 22: Undercover
Tap, tap.
Swish.
The office was silent.
The only sounds were the asional movement of a pen on paper and the sipping of tea. The ambiance was so soothing, one could record it and sell it as a premium white noise collection.
"This won''t do."
Ascal stood up with an energy reminiscent of a major corporation CEO pulling a sword. Lia nced briefly at him, then looked away.
It was one of his frequent outbursts.
"We need to return to our roots."
He had been living too honestly. Going to work, working, eating,ing home, feeding Fer, sleeping, and then doing it all over again the next day.
This was problematic.
It was like he was just an ordinary official.
He needed to actively struggle against this mundane routine.
So that he could break free from the relentless flow of time that slowly led to an inevitable promotion.
"Lia. Bring that to me."
"Are you talking about the cathedral construction file?"
The mark of an excellent secretary had many criteria, but for Ascal, the most important was understanding him perfectly even when he spoke ambiguously.
In that regard, Lia was exceptionallypetent. Even when he just said ''that'', she knew exactly what he meant.
As Ascal nodded, Lia brought the documents rted to the cathedral construction.
Although there had been various tasks recently, this ''cathedral construction'' was undoubtedly the most significant.
It had been on his desk for a while, but he had procrastinated due to the pressure.
That was because, even in this fantasy world that resembled the medieval times, the church wielded immense power. In some respects, it was even more terrifying than the original medieval period.
With just one prayer, a paralytic could walk again.
Witnessing this would make one donate their entire fortune to the church. And then they''dpletely give up on their life, banking everything on the afterlife.
Moreover, the empire''s state religion, ''The Church of the Stars,'' preached that depending on the tithes offered during one''s lifetime, they''d get a better ce in the afterlife.
To add to this, if one brought a friend to the church, their believer level would rise. And if that friend brought another friend, their rank would go up again...
''Is this some kind of multi-level marketing?''
Anyway, The Church of the Stars recently wanted to build a new cathedral. And they entrusted the empire with its construction.
The church had a lot of money.Naturally, many construction guilds, hungry for that lucrative opportunity, jumped at the chance to work on the cathedral''s construction.
And among those guilds, the question was, which one would be chosen? This was the task that Ascal, the current main head of the Evaluation Department, needed to address.
"Lia. Weren''t there originally about ten guilds? Why are there only two left?"
"After investigating, I excluded the phantom guilds, those with poor performance, or those entangled in corruption."
Lia had essentially done a preliminary screening.
''Tsk.''
He had, of course, intended to pick the most established guild for him, but now that option was limited.
In the end, only two guilds remained.
''Golden Hammer'' and ''Blue me''.
Ascal read the report Lia had prepared.
Golden Hammer was a promising guild with several verified achievements, solid capital, and manpower. Any sane person would typically choose this guild.
Blue me was an emerging guild that had recently gained recognition. While smaller in scale than Golden Hammer, it had a rather impressive portfolio.
No matter how he looked at it, either choice seemed right.
Ascal pondered.
But.
What if he threw his weight around a bit?
Currently, he held the esteemed position of the main head of the Empire''s Evaluation Department and was a sessful 5th-grade official.
In other words, he was in a position where he could flex his power legally.
"Lia. Send a message to both guilds. Ask each to construct one building. The guild with the better structure will be awarded the cathedral construction."
"Understood."
Of course, no manpower or funds would be provided. Neither would there be any specifications for the building. They would have to handle everything under the most unreasonable conditions.
With this, the te was wiped clean, and he would surely be infamous as an ipetent and greedy official.
It was a perfect n.
***
"Both guilds have epted the offer."
"?"
Why would they agree to such terms?
A few dayster, after hearing Lia''s report, Ascal''s eyes widened in disbelief.
"Did you tell them they won''t receive any support until the projects areplete?"
"Yes. It seems it has only fueled theirpetitive spirits."
That was impossible.
There must have been some mimunication.
Ascal finished donning his coat, preparing to leave.
"I think I need to pay them a visit."
"Please wait a moment. I''ll prepare to apany you."
"No. I''ll handle this trip alone."
Who knows what she might interfere with if shees along. Ascal preemptively cut off Lia.
"...Understood."
For some reason, Lia looked somewhat disheartened.
***
This trip was to be conducted in undercover.
He needed to hide his identity as an imperial official and investigate any behind-the-scenes schemes the guilds might have.
To do that, Ascal first needed to find a carriage to go there.
"Where are you going?"
"To Severin."
"I''ll get you there safely and swiftly."
Reassured by the trustworthy old coachman''s words, Ascal climbed into the carriage.
The seat, seemingly upholstered with expensive leather, feltfortably soft against his behind.
"What brings you to Severin?"However, there was a problem.
Regardless of the era, coachmen sure loved to chat. If one got the chatty ones, they''d regale them with everything from current events to their life stories, tormenting passengers with a full-course conversation until their destination.
For his part, Ascal preferred to simply close his eyes and rest until he arrived.
Still, he couldnt disregard the older man''s attempts at conversation.
"I''m going to assist with some construction work."
"Ah, I heard the Star Church is building a grand cathedral recently. Is that what you''re referring to?"
"Yes."
The coachman seemed pleased with the topic.
"My son is actually from a prominent guild. So, I know a thing or two."
"Oh? Is that so?"
His son graduated from this prestigious university, he was an executive in a renownedpany, and he was a high-ranking official. Such bragging was a staple in coachmens repertoire.
At the rate they spoke, one would think gathering all the coachmen''s sons would be enough to run an entire country.
Ascal decided to employ the ''listen with one ear, ignore with the other'' tactic.
"What do you think about the current political scene?"
"Uh..."
''Suddenly, politics?''
This was unexpected. Ascal almost choked on his spit.
"I dont mean to be disrespectful, but isn''t the emperor''s health deteriorating? It seems like he should be considering a sessor."
"Um... Indeed?"
"Who do you support?"
This was a dilemma.
Cold sweat started to form on Ascal''s brow. This was like being stuck between a rock and a hard ce.
If he chose the wrong answer...
''Get down.''
''Yes?''
Why would I let a dimwit with such opinions ride in my carriage? I might need to sprinkle some holy water to cleanse it.''
The situation could escte into something horrifying.
After pondering for a moment, Ascal replied,
"Who do you support, sir? I''m curious to know your esteemed opinion."In such situations, it was always wise to first listen to the other person''s opinion.
"Obviously, it has to be the Crown Prince, right? He holds a solid standing as the heir, and he''s the eldest. Naturally, the Crown Prince should seed the throne."
''Wait, if he had already made up his mind, why did he ask in the first ce?''
Ascal looked at the coachman with a hint of disbelief.
"Still, all the princesses are remarkably talented as well. It wouldn''t be odd for any of them to seed. Personally, I''d love to see an empress before I die..."
"Oh... I see. I feel the same way."
The old man''s thoughts were difficult to follow.
Before they knew it, they had arrived in Severin.
Ascal quickly shed his coat and changed into the discreet attire he had prepared. From here on, he needed to keep his identity hidden, much like an undercover agent.
Fortunately, he didn''t need to search to find where the guildpetition was taking ce.
Upon setting foot in Severin, he instantly noticed theborers shouting out instructions.
"Workers of the Golden Hammer,e this way!"
"Blue mes, over here!"
They seemed swamped with preparations.
Ascal approached and observed. As per the reports, the Golden Hammer had rtively upscale equipment, and their work attire looked sophisticated.
On the other hand, the Blue mes looked shabbier but emanated a fierce determination.
"You there! Why are you dilly-dallying? Time''s a-wasting."
"Me? Are you referring to me?"
"Who else? You''re exasperating! If you''re here to work, hurry up and get dressed. What are you waiting for?"
Ascal was mistaken for aborer.
Before he could rify, an official from Blue me handed him work clothes and directed him to the construction site.
Caught off guard, Ascal found himself blending in with theborers.
''Well, this might actually be a good vantage point for surveince.''
But as days went by, Ascal never seemed to find a moment to leave the construction site.
***
"Hey, Carl! Grab a pickaxe and start from there!"
"Yes~ Yes! On it right away!"
A few dayster, a fully limated Ascal, now drenched in sweat, received a bowl full of hearty stew.
The stew, generously filled with chunks of meat, looked nourishing at first nce. Ascal gulped it down straight from the bowl.
"Ah! This is the taste!"
He was naturally vibing with it.
''It''s quite good, isn''t it?''
Who knows? Maybe this was his true calling after all.
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Chapter 23:
Chapter 23:
Chapter 23: An Unexpected Identity
ng!
Swing.
The hand that held the pickaxe bore calluses. Even before one wound could heal, another would form and leave an unsightly scar. It was the hand of aborer.
The morning air cooled the sweat on his forehead, but it was not entirely pleasant. By afternoon, the scorching sun would surely turn his entire body into a furnace.
Yet, Conrad had to keep swinging the pickaxe relentlessly.
With every strike, the burdens of reality would fade.
He wouldnt feel the pangs of hunger. However, in the end, a single question would always linger in his mind.
How long do I have to keep doing this?
Conrad had been working at the Blue me site as aborer for over three years.
He had be adept at his job and was treated fairly well.
Yet, at the end of the day, he was still just aborer. Unweed everywhere.
****
Where should I move this stone to?
Ah, over to that plot.
My pickaxe keeps slipping from my grip. Am I holding it wrong?
Yes. With time, youll get used to it.
A neer had arrived in Blue me.
His name was Carl.
Usually, those who were dragged into such work had families to support or debts to pay.
They often radiated a strangely somber aura, but Carl was different.
Despite being a rookie, he was eager to take the lead. He didnt try to show off his skills and would approach others for guidance when unsure.
That was why Conrad didnt like him very much.
It felt like he was looking at a reflection of his younger self.No matter how hard one tries, in the end, they just be such a pessimistic old man.
"Do you enjoy thisbor?"
"Well, it''s not so much that I find it fun, but it''s fulfilling. Even the cold water tastes amazing after the work."
"I see. You''re in that phase."
"Do you dislike this work, senior?"
"I..."Ding-Ding
"Everyone gather! It''s lunchtime!"
Conrad closed his mouth at the loud bell ringing.
"I''m salivating already."
"It''s the same meal we always have. What''s so special about it?"
"It''s not like that. It tastes good every time. It feels different every time I eat."
The two went to get their lunch.
Carl dipped the distributed bread into the stew. The bread given out was so hard that it could hurt one''s teeth if eaten as was.
That was why it wasmon to melt it in a hot stew and then eat it.
"Mmm. It''smb stew today."
Seeing Carl enjoying his stew, Conrad felt a twinge of jealousy.
He had a wicked desire to dampen the happy-looking Carl''s mood.
"Hey, Carl. Do you know?"
"Yes?"
"We''re all going to be unemployed."
"What are you talking about?"
Carl looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Conrad answered with a smirk.
"Well, theres no way the building we made is better than the Golden Hammer. Our guild leader might be frantically trying not to miss out on constructing the cathedral, but it''s a foregone conclusion."
"Don''t we need to wait and see?"
"You really don''t get it."
Conrad looked at Carl with exasperation.
"Do you even know who''sing to evaluate this time?"
"Who?"
"Ascal Debrue, the Sleeping Dragon of the Empire."Conrad pronounced each and every word with emphasis.
Sure enough, even a country bumpkin newbie like him recognized the name, as he seemed to be lost for words in surprise upon hearing it.
"Even if other officials have narrow views, that Ascal Debrue is bound to evaluate constructions impartially. There''s no way we can win."
"You never know. Maybe that Ascal is just lucky and in reality doesn''t know anything... an ipetent..."
"Carl!"
Conrad believed that, unlike other corrupt officials, Ascal was a genuine one who truly cared for the citizens. Such nder was absolutely! Uneptable.
"..."
"Haa. You really don''t know the ways of this world, kid. Just one swing of his hand and heads could roll, you know?"
"Is that so..."
As Carl grew quiet, seemingly lost in thought, Conrad appeared satisfied. Now he must''ve realized the error of his ways.
A momentter, a group of workers approached the two.
A man with plump cheeks, appearing to be their leader, greeted them warmly.
"Oh, Conrad. And the newbie. Since our bellies are full, how about a round of dice for fun?"
"You and your gang can keep ying those damned dice games."
"Is that so? Too bad. What about you, Carl, was it? What do you say?"
"I..."
Just then, Conrad whispered into Carl''s ear.
"They''re swindlers. If you join in, they''ll rob you of your day''s earnings. Say you''re not interested."
The chubby man, seemingly having overheard the whisper, responded with feigned surprise.
"Come on, Conrad. You can''t despise people just because you lost some money. Maybe you were just unlucky. What do you say, newbie? We''ve got a special spot open right now."
"Hmm, sounds fun."
"Carl!"
Conrad looked on exasperatedly. Those guys were notorious swindlers in thebor market. They cheated naive people out of their money with rigged dice.
Despite his warnings, Carl wasn''t listening.
Conrad sighed.
Some people just have to get burned to learn.
"Alright, alright. This newbie sure has spirit. Come this way."Linking arms with Carl, they disappeared into the gambling den.
Feeling responsible, Conrad followed suit. As a senior, it was his duty to at least keep an eye out to prevent any tant scams.
****
"1, 1, 1!"
"How is this even possible!? How can the best scoree up three times in a row? This is definitely a scam! Check the dice!"
"There''s nothing wrong with them? ...What''s this? There''s something off about your dice."
"No, no, this is just..."
"You cheating scoundrel!"
The result was clear.
Carl cleaned out the swindling gang''s entire stash.
And the scammers, having been exposed, were surrounded by workers and suffered a thorough beating.
"You, by any chance, were you a professional gambler?"
"No. I just yed, and it turned out this way."
Dumbfounded, Conrad stared at the shimmering silver coins in Carl''s hand.
He was envious. With that money, one could livefortably for a month...
Approaching Conrad with a revived appetite, Carl came bearing gifts.
Deer meat jerky, soft bread sprinkled with spices, and fruits drizzled with honey filled his hands.
"Let''s eat together."
"Carl... Are you an angel?"
It was touching.
Conrad felt remorse for how harshly he had treated Carl up to now.
He took a bite of the jerky. Despite being dried for a long time, it was surprisingly tender. But above all, the meaty vor was no joke.
"It''s delicious... So good... I''m not one to easily shed tears, but I''m almost crying."
"Indeed! This honey-drizzled fruit just melts in your mouth!"
"?"
Naturally, an old dwarf with a white beard was munching on the snack.
"I saw he looked hungry, so I offered to share."
"You really are something..."
What sort of rookie was this?
Conrad swallowed his words.
This disheveled newbie was in trouble if hecked confidence. He seemed as vulnerable as a duckling left at the water''s edge.
I need to take responsibility for thisd... help him stand on his own two feet as a worker.
Conrad clenched his fist, resolved.
Even if this construction job fell through and they became unemployed, he decided he would take thed under his wing and be responsible for him.
****
The day has finallye, Robenharf.
Ha. I can see your legs shaking from nerves already, Sebenter.
Youre one to talk. I can see your shoulders trembling.
Its because it''s cold. Just the cold, I tell you.
The appointed time had arrived.
The two guild masters of the Golden Hammer and Blue me were already sizing each other up.
A battle of pride between the two diminutive dwarves. It was a fierce face-off where neither could back down even an inch.
So, you finished that grain warehouse? You think with such a tiny, adorable grain warehouse, you can rival the construction of a grand cathedral, Sebenter?
Its a state-of-the-art design. Size isnt everything. What did you do all those years as an apprentice? Just waste time?
Ha! Have you seen our new town hall? We used marble. Marble.
That wasteful, money-draining thing?
The two had studied under the same master.
Having been rivals since their youth, even now, after establishing themselves, they were infamously at odds.
The dwarves, usually pouring insults on each other, suddenly fell silent. They had sensed something.
It''s about time Ascal Debrue arrives.
You mean the Ascal Debrue who is said to judge things with not even a hair''s breadth of error, possessing perfect vision?
To be honest, it''s nerve-wracking.
On this, the two agreed.
Nothing was as stressful as waiting for someone who held decision-making power over them.****We finally get to see the face of Ascal Debrue. Where did he go? Carl? Did he go to take a dump or something?
Conrad looked around for Carl, but he hadnt seen him for a while now. He was around just this morning.
He mustve had some urgent business.
Anyway, it was a chance to see the famous Director of Evaluation Department, Ascal.
From a distance, a carriage could be seen approaching.
That must be the imperial carriage...
It was evidently a luxurious one at first nce.
And then...
Someone started to descend from the carriage.
Whispers filled the air.
Finally pushing through the crowd, Conrad, who had managed to get a closer look, was taken aback by the person who had alighted from the carriage.
...Carl?
Ascal Debrue.
Until this morning, he was just another man, working alongside Conrad, shoveling dirt.
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Chapter 24:
Chapter 24:
Chapter 24: The Severin Cathedral
"The Director of Evaluation Department, Imperial Official Ascal Debrue!"
Conrad swallowed hard.
How could he fail to recognize that man?
A man with unyielding determination toplete any task assigned to him. A man who could find satisfaction only after seeing things reachedpletion with his own eyes.
This man was truly the stature of an Imperial Official.
"I''ve been waiting for you, Ascal-nim."
The proud Guildmaster of the Golden Hammer, Robenharf, bowed his head.
Dwarves were stubborn by nature. Even if someone held their leash, they wouldn''t bow unless they genuinely respected them.
Ever since the Hoe incident, Ascal''s reputation had silently spread among the dwarves.
"Would you care to see the town hall we''ve built first?"
"No, inspect our grain storage first."
The Guildmaster of the Blue mes, Seventer, interjected.
"There''s a pecking order for a reason. Move aside, you''re at least ten years my junior."
"Ten years? That''s hardly an age difference! Learn some give and take. Maybe then you''d lose some of that belly fat."
The squabble between the two seemed endless.
"Enough."
Ascal raised his hand to intervene. The two dwarves instantly fell silent.
"We shall start by inspecting the Golden Hammer''s town hall."
Robenharf swallowed nervously and led Ascal. Even a craftsman who had hammered for years would inevitably feel tense when faced with an evaluation.
Upon reaching the newly built town hall, Robenharf began his exnation.
"Look at the beautiful luster reflected by this marble! This marble was mined directly from our quarries. We hand-selected only the ones with matching hues and patterns. If you entrust the cathedral''s construction to us, we''ll create something truly magnificent."Seventer watched in frustration, as if he had been outyed. Clearly, there was a considerable difference in capital between the Golden Hammer and the Blue mes.
Just by seeing thevish use of such expensive marble, anyone without architectural knowledge would undoubtedly feel overwhelmed.
Robenharf smirked confidently, as if he had already won.
"Why did you use marble in the first ce?"
"...!"
However, the Imperial Official, Ascal, had a different perspective. Upon entering the town hall, he clicked his tongue.
"To begin with, the arch is too high. People in the town hall should converse with one another, but with this design, voices will echo too much. Moreover, it might be cool during the summer, but what about the winter? Even if you use a firece, it''ll be wasteful."
"Well... that''s..."
Robenharf tried to refute, but he couldn''t. The criticisms were too valid.
In truth, rather than actually building a ''town hall'', Robenharf''s construction was more akin to a building meant to show off their superior architectural prowess.
With such pointed feedback, he found himself at a loss for words.
"Moreover."
Ascal moved further inside the town hall, pointing to one side.
"This section is poorly finished."
The marble was uneven.
"How... how did you notice..."
Robenharf was aghast.
In truth, because they were pressed for time, there were tiny imperfections. But Ascal was only human; Robenharf had believed such minor ws would go unnoticed.
Robenharf felt a chill run down his spine.
Ascal''s observations were as if he had actually been a part of the construction.
"I... I concede. There were ws in the town hall we built."
That proud dwarf admitted there were ws in his creation.
Seventer knew all too well the immense significance of such an admission within dwarf society.
A tear rolled down Robenharf''s cheek.
Seventer felt the profound emotion behind it.
This man is terrifying.
And now, it was his turn.
Seventer suddenly felt sweat bead on his forehead. This was no longer apetition. It felt as though he was being evaluated by a master from his past.
"Now, let''s move on to our grain storage..."
Seventer guided Ascal to the grain warehouse.
"Unlike the Golden Hammer, we built a functional building. With proper venttion, the interior is divided intopartments, each for storing different grains. The floor isyered with charcoal to keep the grains dry."
As he spoke, a renewed confidence surged within Seventer. He puffed out his chest, "Unlike those foolish folks from Golden Hammer, we built a proper structure! The cathedral should, therefore, be built by us, the Blue mes!"
Ascal entered the grain warehouse. He calmly inspected it, as if reminded of a familiar hometown. He then pointed at a particr section.
"This pir. It has signs of bug infestation."
Ascal brushed the wooden pir with his finger. A fine dust fell to the ground, evidence of the bugs'' activity within the small holes.
"Weren''t you aware that Severin is especially notorious for wood-eating bugs? At this rate, this grain warehouse won''tst a year before it copses."
"What! Impossible!"
He hadn''t even considered it.
In his fierce rivalry with the Golden Hammer, he had failed to thoroughly research Severin.
It was arrogance.
For a true architect, not only is the ''what'' of the construction important, but also the ''where.''
Seventer knelt and a tear fell down from his face.
"We, the Blue mes... ept our shorings."
It was an unexpected turn of events.
Both guild masters were now as downcast as crushed bugs on the floor.
''What... what am I witnessing?''
Conrad, a stout-heartedborer, couldn''t fathom the situation.
No matter howpetent Ascal was as an official, he couldn''t possibly surpass dwarves in architecture.
Yet, what was this oue?
Both guild masters had been persuaded by Ascal, a human, admitting ws in their own constructions.
What was even more astonishing was,
''He hid his status for this task and personally worked as aborer?''
Exactly which empire''s official would go to such lengths?
Conrad looked at Ascal, disbelief evident in his eyes.
"So... what''s going to happen with the cathedral construction?"
In the tense silence, a worker spoke up.
The initial condition was to choose one guild from the two. But now, both guilds had conceded their inadequacies.
Everyone awaited Ascal''s words.
Then,
"We will consider this cathedral project nonexistent."
It was a cold decision.
Yet, no one could object.
Leaving the despondent guild masters behind, Ascal headed back to his carriage.
"Wait a moment, young man."
It was an elderly dwarf.
As a guard tried to push away the dwarf blocking Ascal''s path, Ascal raised a hand, stopping him.
"What can I do for you, elder?"
Ascal remembered the old dwarf.
They had worked together at the construction site and even shared snacks. The dwarf he recalled with fondness.The eyes of the old dwarf, with his unkempt hair, shone brilliantly.
"I am known as Jeff. I am the master of those two ipetent disciples."
Jeff.
The vige stirred at the mention of that name.
"Ma-Master! When did you arrive?"
Robenharf and Seventer, taken aback, rushed to their master.
The most surprised was Conrad.
''Jeff, the former chieftain of Stonehead, one of the most outstanding architects on the continent, and known as the master to all architects, was here!?''
And they had even shared meals and swung pickaxes together.
"After retiring, I came to see what kind of antics my disciples were up to, and was met with such a sorry sight. It''s quite a disappointment for me as well. However, young man, might I have another chance?"
Jeff stroked his beard.
"Of course, for this cathedral''s construction, I won''t ept anypensation. With my name on the line, I''ll ensure the creation of the finest cathedral. It''s a matter of dwarf pride. Would you permit it?"
"You, yourself, Master?"
Over the years, Jeff had been responsible for numerous constructions. The Centennial Castle of the Medes Kingdom, the Seven Mines, the Deltreed Bridge... Each one was a legendary work that would be recorded in history.
The fact that Jeff himself would oversee the cathedral''s construction was of immense significance.
"I did have that delightful stew, after all. It was quite delicious."
"Haha, you remember that?"
On the first day, it was Jeff who had handed a steaming bowl of stew to Ascal, who was unfamiliar with the work.
It was a warm and delicious stew.
Jeff''s blurry old eyes transformed instantly into the sharp eyes of an architect and he shouted,
"Youggards! What are you waiting for? Get the materials now!"Upon hearing Jeff''s sternmand, the two guild masters quickly sprang into action.
Witnessing this, Conrad seemed to sense something and bit his lip tightly.
It felt like it was going to be a long day.
****
Empire Magazine''s Selection - Best Architectures
10. Redveern Overpass Bridge
9. Seren Inn
1. Severin Cathedral
"I never expected this."
Ascal recalled old memories as he looked through the magazine.
He had intended to find fault with the two dwarfs, nning to tarnish the cathedral construction project and make it as if it never existed.
But out of nowhere, the legendary dwarf interfered and created the most magnificent cathedral in the empire''s history...
It still seemed unbelievable to him.
Ascal skimmed through the magazine and tossed it onto his desk.
He failed to read thest section.
****
Architect of the Year - Interview with Conrad.
I was merely an ordinaryborer, living day-to-day without a dream. But one day, I met my life''s benefactor.
Even though he was already in a high position, he came down to my level and sweat alongside me, without a singleint.
Watching him, I remembered why I started this work in the first ce. My path was always there. I just had turned away from it.
From that day on, I decided to leave my old self behind and start anew. Taking this opportunity, I want to express my gratitude to him. Carl. I truly thank you.
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Chapter 25:
Chapter 25:
Chapter 25: A Frenzied Party
Director-nim! Im here!
Is it you again?
Sushia.
A member of Department 3, an 8th Grade civil servant, and the daughter of the duke.
She was the office snack thief.
The amount of snacks she had stolen till now could probably stack up to form a tower.
Today we have cookies sprinkled with cinnamon, right? Ill just have one.
Oh, fruit drizzled with honey! Its in season and so delicious. Can I have just one?
A tart! How did you know this is my favorite? It looks so good. Can I have just one?
She was what one would call a One-bite Monster. These were culprits who imed to eat just one bite of whatever one was eating but then gobbled up the whole thing and vanished.
To be honest, a One-bite Monster was rather endearing. The office snacks were quite plentiful, and there wasnt much difference even with one more mouth to feed.
That was until Sushia underwent her dark evolution.
Hmm... The dough seems a bit undercooked today. Not that great.
This fruit is a bit sour, isnt it?
Ugh, I shouldnt have eaten it.
In the end, Sushia became a One-bite Critic.
The One-bite Critic.
The dark evolution of the One-bite Monster.
Not only did shee to take just one bite, but she also audaciously critiques someone elses food after eating it and then disappears nonchntly.
Lia, from now on, lets ban Sushia from entering.
Understood.
...
The next day:
Director-nim! Director-nim! I made a mistake! Please let me in! I promise I wont do it again!
Sushia desperately knocked on the locked door, but Ascal coldly ignored her.
She shouldnt have crossed the line.
****Several dayster,
By chance, Ascal ran into Sushia in the corridor.
Di-Director-nim... I tried baking cookies myself. Would you like to try?
With a slightly timid look in her eyes, Sushia held out a cookie, resembling a poodle seeking its owners approval.
Its tasteless.
Ascal said coldly after taking a bite.
To be precise, the taste was decent.
However, given that the average quality of the snacks in the office was exceedingly high, it tasted rtively nd byparison.
A slightly offended Sushia raised her eyebrows.
Then why dont you try making them yourself, Director-nim?
Youre asking me to bake cookies?
Yes. I bet the cookies baked by the Director-nim will taste worse than mine.
Ascal chuckled dryly.
If the cookies I bake taste better than yours, youre banned from entering my office indefinitely.
His words brimmed with confidence. As Sushia hesitated, momentarily stepping back, a scheme popped into her head.
Well, we have the best patisserie and ingredients at home, dont we? I can just ask them to make it for me.
With her n in ce, Sushia spoke with renewed vigor.
Alright. If I win, I get to eat all the snacks in your office without anyints?
Do as you please.
Then, lets have the contest in a week, at my house. Ill invite the judges to ensure fairness.
Ascal agreed. No matter what Sushia might pull off, he was confident he wouldnt lose. After all, in his past life, he had experience working in a bakery.
Such novice cookies were something he could easily outdo anytime.
However, what Ascal didnt know was the direction this cookie showdown would take...
What kind of snowball effect it would have.......
I heard theres a banquet at the Senestia Dukes residence.
That Duke Senestia? Its undoubtedly a significant opportunity. I must attend.
****
Sushia was a woman of grand ambitions.
She believed that the more the audience for their cookie showdown, the better. And what better way to get an audience than to throw a lively party?
At first, that was the idea.
Until high-ranking people from all over the empire started expressing their intention to attend...
Count Teheran has expressed his intention toe!
Viscount Yorick says he will be there!
Duke Haval has sent word that hell attend!
Holding the guest list, Sushias hands trembled.
Count Teheran was a distinguished knight in his own right,manding the famed Lavender Knight Order, one of the empires elites.
Viscount Yorick owned some of the empires most fertilends.
Duke Haval, a close friend of Duke Senestia, had long held a prominent reputation within the empire.
This this has to be it, right? I can manage if its just these names.
But rumors spread fast, and, naturally, they reached the ears of the Crown Prince.
Kain, looking over the party attendee list,ughed.
What are our noble lords up to this time? I might need to send someone to keep an eye on them.
Being the empires Crown Prince kept one busy.
Even if influential figures attended the party, it wasnt easy to clear his entire days schedule to attend.
I heard Ascal Debrue will be at the party.
But if there was apelling reason, it was a different story. Before his confidant could finish speaking, Kain dered,
Tell the Duke Senestia, I shall attend!
Crown Prince Kain was now part of the party.
****
The Second Princess, Serena, sat in a plush chair, reading a report sent by a spy.
Hmm. What could possibly be motivating my elder brother? For such a busy man to attend a mere party? Something smells fishy.
The names listed as attendees were intriguing indeed.
Each one had the power to sway the empire.
Many would say...The next emperor would be Kain, of course.
However, Serena hadnt given up yet. Even the most outstanding individuals have the tendency to show ws.
And Serena was always ready to seize any slip-up, always listening intently for one.
It would be unthinkable for someone like Serena to miss out on such an event.
After all, actions always lead to results.
Ill attend the party. Also, inform the dressing staff. Prepare the most expensive dress.
And perhaps, at such a grand party, he mighte.
She couldnt deny that such a small glimmer of hope influenced her decision.
And so, the Second Princess Serena joined the party.
****
From early holiday morning, Ascal was bustling about.
What was the most critical ingredient for making cookies?
Obviously, it was the raw materials. For anyone who thought it might be sincerity, hed rmend starting over with basic pastry sses.
Alright. This much flour should do.
After selecting flour from several stores in the shopping district, Ascal moved to buy butter and eggs next.
However, the za seemed unusually crowded.Usually, around this time, the za would be lively with chattering olddies, but today it felt twice as noisy.
Did you hear? The Crown Prince is attending the uing party!
And even the Second Princess is going. Isnt this one of the biggest events the empire has seen recently?
Of course. Every notable noble seems to be attending. It seems like its just a party in name, but in reality...
''Hmm.''
Ascal nodded to himself, having overheard the conversation.
So, both the Crown Prince and the Second Princess were attending.
It had nothing to do with him.
He should focus on the cookie contest.
As Ascal was about to move on, a hard-to-ignore piece of gossip reached his ears.
This time, even the Third Princess Yulia is said to be attending.
She was rarely seen in public gatherings.
The legendary Third Princess Yulia joined the party.
The empires nobility was abuzz.
What secrets could possibly be hidden in this party?
What kind of secrets would bring out all these significant figures?
Well, Yulia is a princess too. She must be busy.
It was just a list of big names.
If someone as ordinary as himself were to attend, they would be crushed like a shrimp among whales.
Well, its none of my business.
Whistling, Ascal picked out some butter. The sight of his basket filled with ingredients brought satisfaction.
Now, it was time to head home and practice.****First, preheat the stone oven.
In the meantime, carefully mix the sugar with butter, and once they were blended, add the eggs andbine everything.
Gradually add in the flour, stirring until it became cookie dough.
Once it reaches the desired consistency, use a tool to cut the dough into small, round shapes.
ce the cut dough on a greased sheet.
Put the dough into the preheated oven.
Whew.
Even after some time, his skills hadnt rusted.
After a while, the cookies began to turn a golden brown.
Ascal took out the sufficiently hardened cookies and ced them outside to cool.
Crunch.
Using quality ingredients really does make a difference. At this rate, Ill surely win.
Ascal chuckled as he savored the perfectly baked cookie.
I cant wait to see Sushias face fall.
However, what Ascal didnt know was that Sushia was already so devastated that she was preparing for the grandest party ever.
In fact, she was so busy that she didnt even have a moment to inform Ascal about it...
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Chapter 26:
Chapter 26:
Chapter 26: A Frenzied Party (2)
One week before the party, within the secluded confines of the Senestia Ducal House''s private chambers.
Normally, the hushed steps of the maids would resonate softly, mingling with theforting aroma of ck tea, creating a tranquil ambiance.
However, on this particr day, the atmosphere in the chamber was far from typical.
"Do you have any sense left in you?"
"I''m sorry... Mother."
The Duchess Senestia was scolding Sushia. No, she was berating her.
"I thought you had finallye to your senses working in governmenttely. But were you just gathering your strength? Huh? Preparing to cause an even bigger mess?"
From the old days, Sushia had a history of causing troubles, big and small. Yet, they had hoped that sending her to the Evaluation Department and having her work there would lead her to shoulder her responsibilities.
"I can''t understand you anymore. Figure it out yourself."
The Duchess turned her head coldly. Sushia pleaded desperately.
"Just this once, help me. Mother, no, dear Madam. I can''t handle it all by myself."
"Pain is the essence of youth. There''s a saying like that. Take this chance to learn the hard way."
Holding a party as an aristocrat carries various implications.
At times, the youth might decide to assert their social status, pondering, "Do they underestimate our standing? Should we demonstrate our significance by orchestrating a grand party?"
On other asions, someone might contemte, "That individual shows promise; should we establish a closer connection? Yet, there''s no apparent reason," prompting them to host an event to nurture camaraderie.
Alternatively, they might extend invitations to everyone except the one individual they harbor aversion toward, employing subtlety to iste them.
Such intricate motives serve as the defining elements of aristocratic parties.
Of course, there were times when parties were held purely for pleasure or to celebrate birthdays.
However, this party by the Senestia Ducal House had no clear purpose.
Which made it all the more suspicious.
The Duke Senestia, always neutral, was hosting a party. Yet its intentions remained ambiguous.
For the nobility, this was utterly baffling.
Any noble slightly interested in power would undeniably have to attend the party to ascertain the truth for themselves.Of course, there was a stated reason.
"Let''s bake cookies together and enjoy!"
Naturally, no one took this at face value.
"Baking cookies? Is it a metaphor? Does that mean they''re baking the ''half emperor faction''?"
"Has the Duke Senestia finally chosen a side?"
"Ironically, if you interpret ''cookie'' in the ancientnguage, it means ''greed''. The Duke Senestia is revealing his hidden intentions."
For Sushia, who genuinely intended to bake cookies, this was maddening.
Of course, this reason alone wasn''t why the party''s attendance hit an all-time high.
No matter how influential the Duke Senestia might be, it was impossible to gather all the prominent families with just this.
There was an unspoken star of the party.
''Ascal Debrue.''
The Main head of the Empire''s Evaluation Department, a man considered the closest to bing the youngest minister.
Not just those wanting to gauge the Duke Senestia''s intentions, but the powerful nobles wanting to curry favor with this rising young star had their eyes twinkling.
The Senestia Ducal House, having ears everywhere, was well aware of these circting rumors.
"Canceling it now... isn''t possible, right?"
"If you do, your already low reputation will hit rock bottom. How would you ever show your face in high society?"
That was right.Sushia, infamous for her naivety in noble society, was barely maintaining her fragile reputation.
With the halo of her Ducal background, she had the title of ''a bit mischievous but with a kind heart''. However, if the truth about this party came to light...
"Ah... Lady Sushia is attending this party? Then I''ll pass."
"Lady Sushia said so? I can''t trust it then."
She''d literally be the girl who cried wolf.
So, Sushia had to ensure the sess of this party at all costs.
But no matter how much she tried, she was short-handed.
She desperately needed the help of the Duchess, but the Duchess coldly turned her back.
However, as always, there was a way out when in a tight spot."What''s themotion?"
Short gray hair, and a neatly groomed beard, matching the color of his hair. Although he was already in his fifties, his upright posture seemed to testify to the steadfast nature of a duke.
The duke was always lenient with his daughter. The Duke Senestia looked at Sushia with affection.
"Dad!"
The Duchess sighed upon seeing this. It was the same pattern: his daughter causing trouble, and the duke fixing it.
"Yes, I heard you''re hosting a party. A lively, joyful party for everyone. That''s a good thing."
"I knew Dad would understand!"
"But it seems you''ve gone big this time?"
Sushia giggled.
"Yes. I spread the word, and everyone said they''de. epting some and declining others seemed awkward, so I ended up epting everyone"
"Alright, who''sing?"
Sushia recalled the guest list. There were quite a few names, but she remembered all of them.
"Firstly, my boss, Ascal Debrue."
"The young man you''re so fond of? I''ve always wanted to meet him. This will be a good opportunity."
The Duke Senestia stroked his beard, listening intently to his daughter''s words.
"Count Teheran."
"Ah, he''s an honorable knight. It might be good to establish connections with him on this asion."
The Duke nodded. Count Teheran led the Lavender Knight Order and was a knight known for his honor.
"Viscount Yorick."
"A prominent family. Some may belittle his title, but his influence in the central politics surpasses many other nobles. A good guest indeed."
The Duke smiled.
"Marquess Haval."
"My close friend! There will be no issues with him. In fact, he''ll help us with the party."
Sushia swallowed. Until now, she believed she could handle everything and wasn''t worried. But the situation was about to change.
"You won''t get mad, right?"
"Why would I? Of course, I won''t."
"Prince Kain will also be attending."The duke fell silent for a moment.
"......Haha. I''ll really need to pay careful attention to the hosting. A week seems rather tight for time."
The duke''s grip tightened on the armrest of his chair. The slightly visible veins might have just been Sushia''s imagination.
Hosting the prince of a nation at a party was, before it could be deemed an honor, an immenselyborious task.
Above all, security was the primary concern.
What if an assassination attempt was made on the prince during the party? Even a house as prominent as the duke''s couldn''t evade responsibility. They''d face utter ruin.
Or what if the prince ate something and got food poisoning? That would also be a grave mistake on the duke''s part for not inspecting the food.
The list of concerns, from routes, and escorts, to food, grew exponentially.
The Duke Senestia sighed. Still, this was within manageable limits. Hosting the prince had its risks, but it also promised returns.
Building a rapport with the prince, who was clearly set to be the next emperor, was undoubtedly beneficial. Just one word from him about how enjoyable the party was would greatly elevate the duke''s reputation.
"Yes, it should indeed be a grand party."
"Um... Princess Serena is also attending."
Crack.
A strange noise came from the chair''s armrest. Sushia shifted her gaze.
"Princess Serena is quite... particr."
Particr...
The term carried various connotations.
Persistent, troublesome, nerve-wracking... In some respects, hosting Princess Serena might be even more challenging than the amiable Prince Kain.
There was an anecdote about her.
A youngdy, newly debuted in high society, had identally stepped on Princess Serena''s dress hem.
And from that day on, odd rumors surrounded the youngdy. That she had been rude at night, or had engaged in strange behaviors with her pet dog.
That youngdy never set foot in society again. What was truly terrifying was that not all the rumors were false...The duke narrowed his eyes.
If there were even slight shorings in the food at the party, or if the hosting wasn''t adept, Serena was the type of person who could easily exploit such ws.
The difficulty of the party just increased substantially.
"Yes...... Sushia. Next time we n such an event, make sure to get permission."
The duke''s expression grew tired. He needed to get to work immediately.
From behind the now-standing duke, Sushia whispered faintly,
"It''s not over yet... Princess Yulia is attending. And also Count Devar, Marquis Sahanin..."
The duke turned around.
"Mydy, bring me the cane from my study."
"I''ve been waiting for thatmand."
The legendary oak cane, unused for some time, seemed like its legend was about to be revived...
****
On the day of the party.
"Whatever anyone says~ the world is beautiful~"
Ascal hummed a song from inside his carriage.
The carriage given to him as 5th-grade official was truly exceptional. The seats were made of luxurious leather and were veryfortable, and the wheels were of such quality that there was minimal shaking.
And then,
"Wait for it, Sushia. I''ll show you what a real cookie looks like."
Inside his bag, there were ingredients he personally selected: flour, eggs, butter, and more. With these, he felt unbeatable in any contest.
Ascal, with anticipation, looked out the window. The duke''s mansion was just ahead.
The mansions of renowned nobles were a sight to behold.
''...Something seems off?''
It was peculiar.
Sushia had clearly mentioned a ''small tea party,'' but the number of carriages he had seen kept increasing.
The crow emblem. That was Marquis Haval''s insignia.
The owl emblem. That belongs to Count Teheran.
The shovel emblem. That''s Viscount Yorick''s.
And it didn''t stop there.
Carriages...
The number of carriages kept increasing.
Ascal sensed danger.
"Turn the carriage around!!!!!!!!!!"
He needed to escape.
"Ah, Lord Ascal. The knights are blocking our way."
"What are you talking about?"
Ascal peered outside through the carriage window.
Just as the coachman had said, knights in resplendent armor stood blocking his carriage.
And on their shoulders, all bore the same falcon emblem.
The knight order of the Senestia Ducal House, the Silver Knights.
''Why are the Silver Knights blocking me?''
Even without doing anything wrong, human nature made one anxious when approached by security. Despite his innocence, Ascal felt his heart race.
"Lord Ascal Debrue. Would you kindly step out of the carriage?"
The words were polite, but the atmosphere they carried was forceful.
Reluctantly, Ascal descended from the carriage.
"What''s the matter?"
Seeing the towering knights in armor, even with swords drawn, was intimidating.
But he had to remain assertive here.
He was an invited guest. There was no reason to cower.
"Wee to the Senestia Ducal House, Ascal Debrue."
A woman in a dress appeared from behind the knights.
Her hair was braided and pulled back, her face beautifully adorned with bright makeup.
"...Sushia?"
Despite the heavy makeup, almost as if she had prepared for battle, he recognized her distinct aura. This woman was Sushia.
Thud.
The Silver Knights suddenly knelt in unison.
It was a move of utmost respect.
Sushia quickly approached, grasping Ascal''s hand with both of hers, pleading.
"Director-nim... Please help me... I''m in big trouble..."
The Silver Knights echoed in chorus.
"Please assist!"
"Please assist!"
Ascal was taken aback.
''What on earth did she get herself into...''
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Chapter 27:
Chapter 27:
...So thats what happened.
Sushia exined the whole situation to Ascal.
How a simple tea party had blown up into such a grand event.
Who ended up attending the party.
Throughout her exnation, Sushia looked close to tears.
With the Duchess dering a strike, Sushia had to take over the responsibility of hosting the party. Even if the servants and the Duke helped to some extent, it was clear she was overwhelmed.
But what if Ascal, whose stock had recently skyrocketed, became the face of the event?
It would be a breath of fresh air for Sushia as the organizer.
Hearing this, Ascal nodded in understanding.
You mustve had a tough time, Sushia.
Do you understand?
Sushias eyes glistened with tears.
As expected, the only one who understood her was Ascal.
Then, work hard. I believe in you, Sushia. Lets meet again with smilester.
Director-nim! Please dont leave!
The young nobledy clung to his leg, crying.
Ascal was taken aback.
Let go!
No, no! I wont let go! Didnt we promise to be together till the end of hell?
I never made such a promise.
It was more than just making a fool out of oneself.
It felt like showing everything, scraping even the bottom of the barrel.
But no matter how much Sushia pleaded, Ascal had no intention of attending the party.
It was because there were more than one or twondmines.
The Crown Prince alone was enough pressure. Add to that the 2nd Princess Serena, whom he met as the Prince of the Night, and even Lia, who was now in a Third Imperial Princess mode.
While he could avoid Serena, he had doubts about how to behave the moment he met Lia.
To put the situation in perspective, it was as if his younger sister, who usually lounges around at home, was all dressed up with full makeup and hanging out with notorious friends.
It was like identally making eye contact with her on the street.
-Hey, whos that?
-I dont know. Why are you looking?
Just thinking about it is horrifying.
After much thought, the best option was not showing up at all.
Well, I should be going then...
Ahem.
A bigwig had arrived.
The one who revealed himself in the reception room was Duke Senestia.
Ascal quickly stood up from his seat.
Your Grace, its an honor to meet you...
Enough with the formal greetings.
The Duke waved it off, but Ascal didnt buy it. Fully immersed in the Oriental Confucian spirit and familiar with the ss culture of the administration, Ascal perfectly understood the hidden message behind those words.
To interpret it:
-I dont want to be the old man who demands greetings first, so you better greet me properly on your own.
Maintaining impable manners, Ascal greeted the Duke.
Haha, the youth nowadays are quite bright in their greetings.
Sess.
With his mood significantly lifted, the pleased-looking Duke sat opposite Ascal.
I heard that my daughter has been relying on you a lot at worktely.
Well... Thats not true...
Or was it?
Could he confidently say that it really wasnt?
Ascal, of course, often made empty remarks.
But wasnt this more than just a frivolous statement? Wasnt this a lie that shouldnt ever appear in the imperial history? As he pondered deeply, the Duke lowered his head.
I truly am sorry, Ascal.
It was an unexpected apology.
Surprised, Ascal bowed his head in return.
Shes always been a handful, and now shes even burdened with this party... Truly, I have no face to show as a father.
''...!''
''So that was why he was acting this way.''
Ascal realized the Dukes intentions.
Undoubtedly, the Duke had overheard the conversation with Sushia.
But pretending not to know, he smoothly established the fact of his participation in the party as a given.
No matter how amiable he looked, he was the Duke of the Empire. Such political maneuvering came as naturally to him as breathing.
Im the one whos truly without face.
...Why is that?
As her superior and close friend, I cant help Sushia in her distress and must leave. If only my rtive wasnt seriously ill... Damn it!
However, Ascal wasnt about to be taken advantage of either.
He employed a skill honed over a long time, the sick rtive card.
What could he do about a rtive having a serious illness? What if he didnt go and they died?
How are you nning to handle this lie, Duke?
Upon hearing Ascals words, the Duke responded as if sympathizing.
As one gets to my age, friends and rtives often fall ill. I understand. Thats why you cant just ignore it. You mentioned an ill rtive? Tell me the exact location. Ill send the best clergyman I know.
Damn it.
This was a countermove unheard of in modern times.
Not wanting to be caught in a lie, he gave the actual address of his rtive. He felt a slight regret for his rtive who might now receive an unexpected visit from a clergyman.
Ascal felt powerless.
Could he really not outsmart the Duke? What could be the way out of this predicament...
Wait.
There was one way.
Honestly, I dont want to attend the party.
!
Sometimes, honesty is the answer.
Its intimidating. How would a mere Grade 5 official fare in a gathering where the Crown Prince and all the Princesses attend? If Imit any impropriety, the consequences would be dire. This party is well beyond my league.
If thats the case, theres not much to be done.
The Duke easily conceded.
It seemed there was no counterargument to Ascals logic.
It was a victory.
He had just won a verbal duel against Duke Senestia, a heavyweight who had maneuvered in political arenas for decades. Ascal had to resist the urge to celebrate.
Then we should prepare for your wedding with Sushia. What date works for you?
What in the world is he talking about?
What do you mean by that?
Didnt my daughter cling to your leg earlier? Many have witnessed it. If rumors spread, she wont be able to marry elsewhere. Wouldnt you have to take responsibility then?
Was this a medieval marriage attack?
Facing such an attack for the first time, Ascals head spun.
Ill just attend the party.
Good decision.
****
Ascal was getting made up.
His hair and eyebrows were meticulously groomed by the Dukes personal stylist, while the tailor took his measurements for the outfit. They even applied powder to brighten hisplexion.
Stop! I have had enough
Were almost done. Please bear with it.
An hour after that, the makeover was finallypleted.
The beautician showed Ascal a mirror.
There was apletely different man reflected in it.
It felt as if his original self had been spread with a spoonful of butter and then lightly topped with caviar.
Wow. Might this be somewhat to my taste?
Sushia remarked from behind with an air of admiration.
For the record, youre not my taste.
Thats harsh.
While Sushia, donned in a dress, could easily be described as beautiful, Ascal, knowing her true nature, couldnt bring himself to pay apliment.
Its about time for the party to start. Ill go ahead. Make sure youeter, okay? You cant run away. Ill chase you to the end if I have to.
Alright.
The graceful heiress of the Senestia Ducal House, Sushia, left her spot.
It was almost time for the party to begin.
As the host, even ten pairs of legs wouldnt be enough.
As for me... I can take my time. Maybe Ill bake some cookies?
Ascal decided to borrow the kitchen.
****
Serena Barba was waiting.
She was the type who valued practicality to the extreme. Even if it was a renowned party at the esteemed Senestia Ducal House, she wouldnt attend if there was no benefit.
There were two reasons she willingly set foot here.
Firstly, to keep an eye on the Crown Prince.
She needed to know who Kain was having secret talks with and whom he was getting close to.
Secondly, to scout for valuable talents.
Serenas informationwork was second to none in the empire. If someone had a vulnerability, shed exploit it; if they had a desire, shed provide for it.
That was Serenas way.
However, there always seemed to be exceptions.
Ascal Debrue.
No matter how thoroughly investigated, not a speck of dirt was found on him. She even wondered if he could be linked through bribery, but all such assets, it seemed, had been donated.
What kind of anomaly was this?
I want to understand you.
Was he truly the Sleeping or hidden Dragon as the citizens of the empire imed? Or was he just amoner with extraordinary luck?
Sir Ascal Debrue has arrived!
A servants announcement echoed through the hall. Serenas eyes shifted, spotting Ascal walking in from a distance.
Here, it was customary for the elders and superiors to greet first. The first was the host, the Duke Senestia, followed by Crown Prince Kain.
****
Serena assessed Ascal.
B-rank.
He was quite handsome. If rumors were to be believed, he had significant capabilities. However, his background was scant, and understanding his true foundation was challenging.
In Serenas current assessment, Ascal Debrue was B-rank.
Of course, even being B-rank held significant worth. Most of the nobility, in Serenas eyes, barely scraped C or D-rank.
The nobles were keenly observing Ascal.
But for now, they were on edge, waiting for Serenas lead.
Taking a step forward, Serena approached Ascal.
Would you honor me with a dance?
Serenas eyes sparkled.
I will be your backbone, raising you to A-rank.
Serena never thought her proposal would be declined.
That was, until a moment ago.
I apologize. My legs troubling me. Excuse me.
Ascal simply vanished.
Serena Barba stood alone on the dance floor.
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Chapter 28:
Chapter 28:
Chapter 28: A Frenzied Party (4)
Count Devar was notorious for being a gossipmonger.
If one wonders what that means, imagine sharing a secret with a close friend at night, like still sleeping with a doll. If by the next day, everyone knows about it, then one of their friends was most likely the gossipmonger.
Lately, Count Devar had been particrly infatuated with one individual.
Ascal Debrue.
If one asked who was the most famous person in the empire these days, nine out of ten people would mention his name.
The one outlier was probably just mad.
"Would you like some snacks, my lord?"
"No, I''m good."
The Count was busy. He had to observe every move Ascal made. Watching this rising star was a treat in itself. Either soaring high, piercing the heavens, or plummeting to the ground.
''Which one will you be, Ascal Debrue?''
The Count took a sip of his wine. From a distance, he could see Ascal greeting the highest-ranking noble, the Duke.
''Hmm. If the Duke ignores him, then there''s nothing worth discussing.''
Next to approach was Prince Kain.
''So, the rumors about the Prince taking an interest in him were true...''
At the party, Ascal had received acknowledgment from the two most powerful figures.
Everyone seemed preupied with their own affairs, but there was an underlying tension, with many covertly observing Ascal.
Nobles wanting to connect with him,dies hoping for a night''s flirtation or maybe more.
It was a silent battle of wits.
And the one to break the ice was the Second Princess, Serena Barba.
''Ah! Princess Serena makes the first move.''
Many feared or were wary of Princess Serena, but Count Devar liked her.
Because she was always assertive. From a spectator''s standpoint, she was the kind one couldn''t dislike.
-Whispers.
Soft murmurs echoed through the party hall. Even without listening closely, it was evident they were discussing about Serena.
Yet, Serena approached Ascal without hesitation.
Would you honor me with a dance?
Holding the hem of her dress, she elegantly curtsied.
It was a textbook-perfect dance invitation.
It would be hard for any man to decline such a request.
''Truly, they say the brave win the beauty, but this time it seems to be the other way around.''
I apologize. My legs troubling me. Excuse me.
''?''
But an unexpected twist urred.
Leaving those words behind, Ascal vanished on the spot.
The Princess was left alone on the dance floor, her face frozen in disbelief.
"Peanuts, give me some peanuts!"
Count Devar grabbed some peanuts offered by a servant and hurriedly popped them into his mouth.
-Crunch, crunch.
It was a scene too precious to just watch with a bare mouth.
Ascal was proving to be more entertaining than he had imagined.
****
The Duke''s mansion was even grander than one could imagine.
It wasn''t just a ce to eat and sleep, but served various purposes.
For instance, hosting grand parties.
Or having a clueless empire official wander indefinitely within its walls.
"Where could she be... Sushia..."
It was exasperating.
Every person he met would say things like, "Oh, nice to meet you. I''m so-and-so. If you have time, shall we discuss the continent''s current state?" or "The moon is beautiful tonight. They say even the moon has a partner; I wonder where mine is?" Politely declining each time was exhausting.
Nevertheless, Ascal had done his minimum duty.
Now, all he wanted was to meet Sushia, im a resounding victory in their cookie contest, return home, wipe his feet, and get a good night''s rest.
However, Ascal''s hopes did note to fruition.
"We meet again, Ascal."
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince."
He had run into thest person he wanted to see again.
With a friendly smile, Kain greeted Ascal, surrounded by young, capable nobles.
Likely his supporters.
"Pleased to meet you. I am Count Teheran."
"It''s a pleasure. I am Ascal Debrue."
A noble radiating the aura of, ''At first nce, it''s clear I''ve walked a path of sess without a single setback. You''re the same, right?'' approached, feeling a bit overwhelming.
"I''ve heard a lot about you. Truly a capable individual."
"You tter me."
Count Teheran extended his hand for a handshake.
As they gripped hands, Ascal felt the moistness of sweat.
''If you have hyperhidrosis, you could''ve warned me...''
Hiding his difort, Ascalpleted the handshake and discreetly wiped his hand.
"However, no matter how capable a bird is, it''s meaningless without a nest."
Count Teheran offered a subtle smile. His confidence in taking the lead in the conversation came from the tacit approval of the Crown Prince.
From an optimistic perspective, the emperor''s life wouldn''tst much longer. Naturally, the discussion of the next line of session was heated within the empire.
Among the nobility, the odds of the Crown Prince seeding were more than ny percent. No, more like ny-nine percent.
Count Teheran was confident.
He believed Ascal would dly grab onto this golden opportunity.
What did he say?However, Ascal, busy wiping his hand, missed Count Teheran''s words.
He felt he was saying something, but it fell on deaf ears. Nheless, ignoring him would be impolite, so Ascal decided to offer some cookies.
"I baked some cookies, would you like one?"
"...Cookies at a time like this?"
Count Teheran was taken aback. Did this man even hear what he said?
"Cookies. They remind me of my childhood. My siblings and I used to share one cookie."
Crown Prince Kain took a bite of the cookie offered by Ascal.
"But now that we''ve grown, one cookie isn''t enough for the three of us. Still, everyone wants a cookie."
"Fortunately, there are plenty of cookies."
Ascal fumblingly took out more cookies. The Crown Prince, with a smile, ate another.
"Would you like more?"
"Yes."
It was hard to decline when offered. Plus, the cookies didnt taste bad. But eating them without a drink made the throat feel parched. The Crown Prince swallowed.
"Hmm. It seems there are still plenty of cookies left. Another?"
I think this amount is enough.Kain was taken aback.
Just how many cookies did that guy have?
And did he understand the ''message'' he tried to convey?
''Hold on.''
A realization shed across Kain''s mind.
- ''Fortunately, there are plenty of cookies.''
This could be interpreted as:
''The empire is vast, too vast for one person to consume alone. There''s no need for three to fight over it.''
"Indeed."
Ascal Debrue.
Kain felt he understood why this man hadn''t joined any faction yet. From the beginning, Ascal seemed to possess a ''different perspective''.
''How arrogant, Ascal Debrue.''
No matter how expansive the empire, without a core, it could easily split apart.
However,
When someone like Ascal, with countless achievements, speaks, his words carry a different weight.
Had there been any man who voiced his opinion to Kain so clearly before?
Until now, everyone just agreed with him, nodding in approval.
Perhaps what he needed right now was someone who could confidently say ''no'' to him.
The prince''s curiosity was piqued.
He began to desire Ascal even more.
''I will definitely have you, Ascal Debrue.''
****
And so, for a long time, Ascal was hassled by Prince Kain''s entourage before he could finally break free.
''I need to... find Sushia quickly...''
This was his limit.
He felt like he was dying from exhaustion.He had searched every nook and cranny of the first floor, but given that there was no sign of Sushia, she was most likely on the second floor.
As Ascal began to ascend the stairs, the surroundings became quiet.
Unlike the first floor, which served as a party hall, the second felt more like a living space.
''This feels a bit intrusive.''
At that moment, hushed voices filtered through a slightly ajar door.
- "The current situation is..."
- "So, how is the n progressing?"
It was the voice of a middle-aged man and a young woman. He unintentionally overheard their conversation.
Just as Ascal was about to head back down, he bumped into the person he was looking for.
"Oh, Director-nim. What brings you here?"
It was Sushia. Normally she was a thorn in his side, but right now, he was genuinely relieved to see her.
"I''ve finally found you. Did you actually make those cookies?"
"Of... of course. You''ll be in for a surprise when you try them."
Sushia was about to say something when...
The door opened.
Emerging from it was a stunningly beautiful woman with tinum-blonde hair and sapphire-colored eyes.
She wore a dress adorned with a golden brooch a symbol reserved only for the royal family.
Almost reflexively, a name came to Ascal''s mind.
"Lia?"
The woman, about to leave, turned her head to nce back at him.
Her gaze was intensely cold.
"It seems you''ve mistaken me for someone else, haven''t you?"
"Your Royal Highness... the Princess!"
Sushia gave a slight nod and, pinching Ascal''s thigh, she whispered,
"What are you doing? Apologize quickly."
Without hesitation, Ascal bowed his head.
"I''m sorry, Your Highness."
"It''s alright. Everyone makes mistakes."
With that, the Third Princess Yulia left the scene.
For some reason, her departing steps seemed unusually brisk.
"......"
Ascal pondered deeply.
It felt as if he had experienced something like this before.
It was reminiscent of when he was in elementary school and mistakenly called his teacher ''mom''.
The embarrassment felt eerily simr to that incident.
So embarrassing.
But why didn''t Sushia recognize Lia? Was her eyesight poor? Well, in this era, sses were rare, so that could be the case.
****
"Haa... Haa..."
Yulia moved quickly.
Once she reached a secluded spot, she buried her face in her hands.
''Did he recognize me?''
The person she had just encountered was Ascal Debrue.
Her superior, who didn''t know that she was the Third Princess...
...Someone precious to her.
Yulia struggled to calm her racing heart.
But it wasn''t easy.
If he found out that she was Yulia, the Third Princess of the Empire, what would happen?
Would she still be able to stay by his side?
And if not?
The mere thought was terrifying.
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Chapter 29:
Chapter 29:
Chapter 29: A Frenzied Party (Escape)
As the day wanes, the inevitable happens.
In the grand social gathering known as the Dukes party, there were pitiable souls who could not find a partner.
And those souls savored their solitude in a garden set up behind the Dukes residence.
Some call it the Garden of Losers.
Ah... I want to die.
From deep within, a voice filled with despair arised. It belonged to Lady Heria of the Barons family. She had hoped to find a partner today but was met with failure.
Oh. Life truly sucks.
The man beside her was Viscount Matteo.Though he appeared fine on the outside, he had yet to find a dance partner due to his habit of stuttering in front of women.Haha, Heria, you too?
Viscount Matteo, we meet again...
Their eyes meet.
Sometimes, miracles do ur in the Garden of Losers..
Yulia watched as the two disappeared beyond the garden.
Startled upon seeing Ascal, she wandered aimlessly and ended up here.
The cool breeze and the scent of flowers tickled her nose.
It wasnt so bad.
She thought of cooling her head here a bit and then returning to the hall.
Why on earth would you reject me when I was obviously perfect, curse you, curse you!But suddenly, a strange voice could be heard nearby.Yet, for some reason, this voice was not unfamiliar.
Yulia took a step forward.
The source of the voice came into view.Serena Barba.
The second princess of the empire and Yulias elder sister.Oh my. Meeting you here is unexpected, Yulia. Well, not like we ever exchange greetings. But, what brings you to this ce? You, who rarely show yourself.Serena, as if nothing had happened, reverted to her princess-like demeanor and smiled.
Did you... hear?
Serena coughed awkwardly.
Coug... Everyone faces failure. And isnt it true that those who rise from such failures are the real strong ones?
Seriously! Say something for once.
Serena tapped her foot impatiently. Watching her, Yulia slowly opened her mouth.
Were you rejected by Ascal Debrue?
Going straight for the sore spot, huh? Yes. I asked that man to dance, and he turned me down right away. So, what about it?
Serena red at Yulia. She had never liked Yulia, especially now when she was hurt.Im d then.
Whats there to be d about...Oh. Were you all gathered here?The one who appeared was the crown prince of the empire, Kain.Without any attendants, lost in thought and strolling through the garden alone, he chanced upon Serena and Yulia.Such an encounter was indeed rare.Since reaching adulthood, they had rarely gathered like this outside of official events.
It reminds me of old times. How long has it been since we three siblings gathered like this?
Excuse me. Were still young, you know? In our prime. Old man.
Serena pouted.Kain chuckled.
So, little sister, why were you sulking all by yourself?
With a sigh, Serena took a seat on the bench.
The night had deepened, and she felt weary. She was mentally exhausted from constantly seeking political advantage up to this point.I was rejected by a man.
Really? Who evil would dare reject my little sister? I should give him a piece of my mind.
...Ascal Debrue.
Kains smile froze.Thats quite a coincidence. I too just got rejected by that man.A momentary silence ensued.
Then, as if on cue, the two siblings turned their gaze to Yulia....I dont know who that is. Whos he?
Yulia averted her gaze.
The atmosphere deted, much like air escaping from a balloon.
Does Yulia not know? Well, considering I did manage to snag a cookie, I suppose I can im to be closest to him.
A cookie, you say?
Yes. I had a cookie made by Ascal Debrue himself. It was so dry it choked me up.
A cookie...
Yes, a cookie. It melted tenderly on the tongue.
Kain fantasized about the taste of the cookie.
Sweet and moist, it mustve melted instantly in the mouth. The only issue was the absence of a drink; had there been something to sip alongside, he could have devoured them all.
Yet, hearing this, Yulias eyes changed.
I didnt get to taste the cookie.
Cold sweat formed on Kains brow.
There are plenty of cookies in the banquet hall, Yulia.
Thats not what Im talking about.
A cookie? That man made cookies?
Serena, dusting off her dress, stood up.
Yulia looked as if she was ready to sprint. Thesedies were clearly not themselves, they were acting strangely earlier too.
Where is Ascal now?
I couldnt even dance, and now if I dont get to eat a cookie, I wont be satisfied.
Kain obediently responded.
Thest time I saw him, he was in the hallway to the left of the banquet hall. Its been a while, so Im not sure now.
Oh, Your Highness Prince Kain. And Princess Serena, Princess Yulia. Count Devar greets you. Isnt tonights party truly delightful?
Suddenly appearing, Count Devar caught the trios attention.
They looked at him as if he were some kind of insect.
Count Devar started to sweat profusely.
He had arrived at the wrong ce, at the worst possible time.
For the first time in his life, Count Devar felt the threat of impending doom.
He desperately sought a way out of this predicament.
What, what can I say to escape this situation?
He didnt have much time to ponder.
Frantically racking his brain, Count Devar eventually blurted out a single word.
Ascal...?
He immediately felt the tense atmosphere ease.
Fortunately, he had guessed right.
Taking a deep breath, Count Devar continued.
If you are looking for Mr. Ascal, hes probably on the mansions second floor, conversing with Miss Sushia.
Thanks for that. It will help my sisters.
Haha. Its an honor.
Relief evident, Count Devar began to serve in his role as a hospitable guest.
By the way, Your Highness, have you heard? Ascal brought a very peculiar horse today. Although its still young, they say its a beautiful white horse.
Does it have a spot on its shoulder, by any chance?
Im not quite sure about that...
The identity of that foal was unmistakable.
Kain had once given a foal to Ascal. It was a scrawny and unremarkable creature. Frankly, Kain had thought it would die before fully maturing, but it grew into a magnificent white horse?
Kains expression shifted.
Everyone, head to the 2nd floor. Ill take the left staircase, Serena, you take the right. Yulia, Im counting on you to handle the central stairs. Find Ascal.
Understood.
Yes.
At that moment, the most formidable temporary alliance in the Barba Empire was formed.
****
SobI admit defeat.
Dont you ever mention even the Co of cookies in front of me again, Sushia.
In the end, when Ascal met Sushia, they tasted andpared each others cookies. Ascals were undeniably superior. There was no need for a picky judge; the difference in taste was overwhelming.
From now on, you are banned from my office permanently.
Please, anything but that! Sir! Ill do anything!
As it seemed Sushia would cling to him again, Ascal proposed apromise.
Then, clean the restroom for a month.
...I-Im still a noblewoman, though.
Either ept or be banned permanently.
Ha. Fine. Ill clean the restroom.
Sushia copsed onto the floor, seemingly unconcerned about soiling her dress.
Why has it felt weird since earlier?
Since earlier, there had been a prickling sensation on his back. As if he should run away at any moment, his body seemed to warn him. Moreover, that feeling was intensifying.
Ah... Its probably just fatigue.
Just as he was trying to ignore that feeling, a housemaid appeared.
You are here, Lord Ascal.
Whats the matter?
Well... His Highness the Crown Prince is looking for you.
Oh? He must have some urgent business.
And... Princess Serena is also looking for Lord Ascal.
Why the princess?
And... Princess Yulia is also looking for Lord Ascal.
...
Um.
Something seemed to be going awry.
He had a gut feeling that getting caught wouldnd him in some serious trouble. Without further thought, Ascal decided to flee.
Ascal! Wait! Show me the horse!
It was the voice of the Crown Prince.
Ascal instantly took off running.
I knew youde this way. Just as I predicted.
Upon heading to the right staircase on the 2nd floor, Princess Serena was waiting. She looked rather triumphant.
Ignoring Princess Serena, Ascal rushed up to the 3rd floor.
Hey! Wait! At least give me a cookie before you go!
Once he made it out of the lengthy staircase, he found himself at a dead-end. Escaping up the stairs and evading both Crown Prince Kain and Princess Serena was a feat, but now, upon reaching the 3rd floor of the mansion, Ascal felt like a cornered mouse.
Being caught was now only a matter of time.
What should I do?
But suddenly, the distant sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears.
Ascal nced at the window.
...The night sky looked beautiful.
But this wasnt the time to admire it.
Even if I fall, I wont die, right?
If hends properly, a fall from the height of 3 floors shouldnt be fatal. And he had legs trained from dailymuting. They should be reliable.
Or maybe not, considering Ive recently beenmuting by carriage.
It was a moment of doubt.
I found you.
Behind him, he heard Yulias voice.
There was no more time to hesitate.
-WHOOOSH!!
Ascal jumped straight through the window with both arms pressed against his torso.
The window shattered immediately, and Ascal began his descent to the ground.
This feels much higher than I thought?
And worse, he was falling head-first.
This might be the end of him.
If there was a Darwin Award here in this world, hed surely win it this year.
At that moment,
A white horse appeared in the distance.
From the sky, a shadow of wings descended.
Fer!
The Pegasus, spreading its wings wide, was racing towards its master.
With a graceful move, it sessfully let Ascal mount it.
Lets go home like this!
Hee-haw!
Fer pped its wings.
****
Tha-thats... Impossible!
Raven was frustrated. Mired in a recent slump, he had hoped to find some inspiration by attending the Dukes party.
No matter how much he danced or took walks, inspiration eluded him.
Then, before Ravens eyes, an unbelievable sight unfolded.
Among the stars embroidering the night sky, a man was soaring while riding a Pegasus.
This is a miracle!
Raven hurriedly fetched his canvas.
He had toplete the painting before this inspiration faded.
And the painting that Ravenpleted became one of the most renowned masterpieces in imperial history.
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Chapter 30:
Chapter 30:
Chapter 30: The Assassin from Cat Tribe
In the dark chamber, a floor wasid with ck marble, and the walls were of a deep and intense gray.
On a round table made of rich dark oak, a silver candlestick flickered with an orange hue.
The faint light asionally illuminated the silhouettes of those seated at the table.
Usually, in such an ambiance, there were two scenarios.
Either they had gathered to share scary stories in turn, or they were conspiring in secret, things that could not be done in the public eye.
Rarely, they were thetter.
Did you send that to the emperor again today?Of course. He drank it without any suspicion. What a foolish Emperor.
The leader, seated in the center of the table, inquired.
A man tilted a bottle, the luminescent liquid within shimmering, andughed sinisterly.
It''s a potion containing century-old phoenix grass, the breath of a smander, and nder from an alchemist. Its worth as much as a house.
Yes. Continue to send it. Use only the best ingredients and ensure they''re organic. Take care that no impurities get in.
Of course. The empire would be in a mess if the emperor dies even one day sooner.They were a shadowy secret organization known as The Spider.
A group formed by those who loathed the empire, gathered solely to bring its downfall.
Well keep him strong enough to even go hunting. Hehe.If the current Emperor were to die now, it would be problematic.
If thepetent crown prince were to take over, their ns to destabilize the empire would certainly be more difficult.
Now, to our second agenda for today.
The leader of The Spider tapped on a chessboard.
Each chess piece represented a figure from the empire.
We need to decide on our next assassination target. Thepetent figures in the empire must be eliminated.
The piece he tapped was one holding a staff. It represented the Minister of Magic, Robin. The leader knocked the chess piece over.
Let''s vote for our assassination target by majority.A figure on the left spoke with a hint of boredom.
Well, isnt it obvious? Someone dedicated to the empire,petent and selfless
Indeed. The Minister of Magic, Ro
Ascal Debrue.
Ascal Debrue.
Their voices echoed in unison.
The leader cleared his throat before speaking.
That''s right. Lately, the most dangerous one is undoubtedly Ascal Debrue.
Subtly, the leader switched the chess piece. The mage piece was reced by one with a dark-haired man.
Who will assassinate him then? Proud legs of The Spider?
I will.
The figure seated on the left rose.
A dim light revealed his furry face.
Ah, the Seventh Leg. I trust you with this.
I''ve always loathed the empire that looked down on our kind. Now is our chance for revenge. This time, well snatch away the gem they possess.
He* was from the Cat Tribe.
A race that had been oppressed by the empire for a long time.****
Laika inhaled the salty scent of the harbor. The aroma of fresh fish melded with the mustiness of aged wood and the tang of human sweat, teasing his sensitive nostrils.
He had sessfully smuggled himself in.
It had been a decade since hest set foot on thend of the Barba Empire.
Merely recalling that time made the scars on his back feel as if they were burning anew.
"Damn the Empire..."
His stomach growled.
A flush crept over Laika''s face.
One''s bodily functions never lied. Unfortunately, during his smuggling journey, he''d opted to pack lightly, taking a minimum of supplies with him especially food.
He needed to find some local provisions.
"I''d like to buy some fish."
Luckily, he was at a port. Merchants selling fish were aplenty.
However, whether or not they''d willingly sell him the fish was a different story.
''They''re staring at me.''
In the empire, the cat people were rare.
The merchant gave Laika an up-and-down nce, then nodded in acknowledgment.
Before the merchant could change his mind, Laika quickly reached out, grasping a plump herring. He felt the sturdy flesh beneath its slippery scales.
"How much is it?"
Laika was on edge. Even if the merchant had decided to sell him the fish, he might still overcharge him.
"No need for money. Take it for free."
"What do you mean?"
"You''re from the Cat tribe, aren''t you?"
"Indeed."
The merchant grinned broadly.
"They say the Cat people bring good luck. I''ve just gifted a fish to a hungry Cat people. Perhaps my sales will skyrocket today?"
That was something new to Laika. A decade ago, the people of the empire would shoo away anyone from the Cat tribe, believing they brought bad luck.
What on earth had happened in these ten years?
Pondering this, Laika bit into the herring, its scales stripped off. The taste of the sea was prominent.
Regardless, his mission remained unchanged.
To assassinating Ascal Debrue.
Laika unfolded a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. It contained a map of the Evaluation Department office where Ascal Debrue was located.
"I don''t need a map. Just his scent will do."
Laika then took out a handkerchief Ascal had used and sniffed it.
He knew exactly where to go.However, getting to the office was no easy task.
Not because he lost his way, but because everyone he encountered stared at Laika with fascination.
"Wow! A Cat people! Can I touch your tail?"
"Hey! That''s rude!"
A young child, who appeared to be about seven, looked up at Laika, holding their parent''s hand.
Instinctively, Laika took a step back.
His tail stiffened defensively.
- ''What are you thinking?! Stay away from that filthy beastfolk. You might catch germs!''
- ''No, mother. I was practicing my rock-throwing skills.''
But this time even as time passed, no stones came flying his way.
The child''s parent bowed their head, speaking apologetically, "I''m sorry. Our child was impolite."
"No, it''s alright. Do you... want to touch the tail?"
"Really? Can I?"
"Yes."
The touch on his tail was gentle.
"Thank you so much! Old man from Cat tribe!"
"Hey, I''m not an old man... Ah, never mind."
It wasn''t entirely unpleasant.
Laika had to admit, something had changed in the empire. Perhaps, for the better.
A sigh escaped his lips.At that moment, a flyer was carried over by the wind.
Laika''s face contorted as he held the flyer.
''As expected of the Empire... You haven''t changed.''
Laika crumpled up the flyer and tossed it away.
Skillful Cat people will melt away your fatigue! Visit us now!
- Empire''s Liender Street, 2nd Avenue No. 3
"They still exploit my kin. Unforgivable."
Sniff sniff.
Following the scent of the flyer, Laika made his way directly to the shop. Before assassinating Ascal, he would deal with these cunning humans and rescue his kin.
"Wee~"
"Oh, a Cat tribe customer? What seems to be the problem?"
Upon entering the Cat tribe massage parlor, Laika instantly drew his de.
He advanced menacingly towards the shop owner.
"What do you think you''re doing!"
Blocking Laika''s path was another Catfolk.
"Why are you helping the humans? Aren''t they exploiting you?"
"...What kind of nonsensical thing are you saying?"
The Catfolk replied, seemingly baffled.
"Do I look like I''m being exploited to you? I work a legitimate 5-day work week."
"5-day week? What''s that?"
"It means I don''t work on Saturdays and Sundays and rest at home."
"There''s a system like that?"
The Catfolk ced a hand on his hip.
"By the looks of it, you''re quite old-fashioned. You''re not from around here, are you?"
"...Correct."
"How about you try working at this shop as a trial? Do you know how to massage?"
"I can use some acupuncture techniques."
"A rare talent! This is great! Boss!"
The previously knocked down boss suddenly appeared as if nothing had happened, holding a contract.
"Just sign here. Work hours are from 10:30 AM to 6:00 PM, and as you heard, Saturdays and Sundays are off. Lunch is provided, and the starting sry is 3 silver. As for the annual leave system and retirement benefits..."
"Annu... Annual leave? Retirement benefits? What are those? They provide lunch and pay on top of that?"
It was a cultural shock.
Laika''s eyes widened as he quickly scanned the contract.
"This is why Catfolk needs to be educated..."
The Catfolk looked at him with a mix of pity and contempt.
****
"Sir, are you satisfied?"
"Just right. Ouch. Laika''s acupuncture hurts, but once you''ve been treated, the pain in that area clears uppletely. That''s why I can''t quiting here."
"Thank you for thepliment."
Thanks to his exceptional acupuncture skills, Laika quickly became the star masseuse of the parlor. His unique method,bining massage and acupuncture, was peerless and highly praised.
"It''s already been two months since I started working here..."
Strange. He was sure he had an important mission when he entered the Empire...
Ding.
"Wee!"
As soon as the shop door opened, Laika greeted reflexively.
Laika''s eyes narrowed slightly. The one who entered was another Catfolk.
"Laika, I came to scout you today."
"...Scout?"
"I am the massage team leader at the Evaluation Department''s rest area. We need someone with your talents in our department."
"I decline. I cannot betray the kindness of the owner who hired me."
"A 4-day workweek. 10 silvers a month."
"Just give me a moment. I''ll pack my things."
Laika switched jobs.
****
Surprisingly, office workers often experience muscle pain.
Always hunching over, shoulders bent forward. When this bes chronic, it was quite bothersome. Moreover, most office workersck exercise.
"As expected... your trapezius andtissimus dorsi muscles are quite tense. I''ll focus on these areas. It might be a bit painful."
Laika became a specialized acupuncturist at the Evaluation Department''s rest area.
He skillfully inserted the long needle into the trapezius muscle.
Swoosh.
"Ouch..."
"Just bear with it for a moment. You''ll feel better soon."And then, he gently moved the needle, carefully easing the knotted muscles. He then softly pushed and pulled thetissimus dorsi muscles, as he always did.
In the rxedtissimus dorsi, he inserted the needle diagonally and whisked it around. It was a skillful touch, apanied by an extreme understanding of the human body.
"It... It''s refreshing..."
Ascaly on the massage bed, feeling sheer bliss.
At first, when he received the acupuncture, he felt a slight aversion, but now he even found the mild pain somewhat addictive. Because it felt so refreshing afterward.
"Director-nim, you''re always the hope of our Evaluation Department! Keep up the good work today!"
"Thank you, Laika. I''ll do my best today."
And with that, Ascal left the rest area.
Laika cleaned up the used tools and prepared to finish his shift. It was another fulfilling day.
''Hmm, it feels like I''ve forgotten something...''
The Catfolk, while skilled with their hands, often forget things. However, they never forget important memories.
''Well, if I can''t remember it, it probably wasn''t that important...''
****
"No news. Did something happen to Laika?"
The leader sounded worried. Ascal was still alive. And there was no news from Laika. The implication was simple. Laika was in so much trouble he couldn''t even contact them.
"Ascal, he was more dangerous than we thought. We need to increase his threat level."
The Spider lost one of its legs.
"Is this the prowess of the Empire''s sleeping dragon?"
The legs buzzed in agreement.
"He probably underestimated him because he''s a bureaucrat. That''s his bad habit."
Laika was an exceptional assassin.
For the spider, this was a significant loss.
"But it''s okay. The spider still has seven legs left. We will still bring down the Empire."
The leader was resolute.
[TL: He: The gender of Laika is somewhat ambiguous in the original text. Although Laika is a typically female name, the author initially uses (which trantes to he in English), suggesting a male identity. However, subsequent references to Laika in the chapter are gender-neutral or didnt uses gender at all, amon feature in Korean as thenguage often omits gender-specific pronouns. Therefore, I have chosen to use he in the trantion, aligning with the authors initial gender designation for Laika.
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Chapter 31:
Chapter 31:
Chapter 31: Frog Commotion
When one became the top person in any department, if there was a notable perk, it was that they could use the plush leather chair all by themselves.
It wasmonly referred to as the ''Director''s Chair.''
Ascal leaned back, reviewing documents again today.
Most of them were matters already neatly handled, so all he needed to do was stamp his approval.
Therefore, unless there was something special, the department Director''s duties would usually conclude by mid-morning. It was a position of responsibility, not necessarily of work.
''I now understand why those at the top loiter around while their subordinates work.''
''Former Director, I finally realize.''
Lately, Ascal had three concerns.
First, his work was so rxed that his will to defect from the empire was weakening.
It was like a fox tamed by a human.
''Get a grip, Ascal Debrue.''
Reaffirming this to himself, Ascal felt a surge of determination.
And his second concern...
"Director-nim, do you have a moment? I have something to discuss."
"I''m sorry, but I''m busy with tasks right now."
It was that Lia kept requesting personal meetings.
Ever since the event at the Duke''s party, Lia often seemed restless, as if she had something to confess.
''Please, no confession about you being princess. Not that.''
Desperately, Ascal shifted his gaze to his paperwork, pretending to be busy.
Lia seemed about to speak, but bit her lip and returned to her ce.
Sneakily, Ascal wiped away the cold sweat.
''Please save me. Father, Mother.''
His throat felt tense and stiff.
At times like this, he dearly missed the massages from the cat tribe. Looking to kill some time, Ascal headed towards the recreation room.
He decided to ignore the piercing gaze from Lia behind him.
****
"Wee, Ascal."
Upon entering the recreation roo, his third concern appeared.
The Crown Prince was there.With both hands propped under his chin, Kain, draped in a robe that revealed his upper body, greeted Ascal warmly as soon as he saw him.
He resembled a vige chief in demeanor.
The Cat tribe''s masseur, worried that the Crown Prince might feel ufortable, diligently pressed and massaged, sweating profusely as always.
With a somewhat resigned attitude, Ascalid down on the massage bed next to the Crown Prince. Soon, gentle hands began massaging his back.
"Is it alright for you toe here so often? Aren''t you swamped with official duties?"
"Taking a short break doesn''t cause any harm. Besides, isn''t taking care of one''s body also a part of official duties? Heh!"
The magical touch that eased the tight muscles in his back and buttocks from horseback riding also rxed the Crown Prince''s expression.
"Actually, I came today to ask a favor."
"You''re mistaken. We don''t have any horses. We''ve already sent them to arger ranch to frolic freely."
No, no, thats not it. Well, thats partly true.Fortunately, not many had seen Ascal during the Pegasus incident. Kain, who was on the lower floor, hadn''t witnessed the Pegasus.
Had he seen the Pegasus then, he might''ve gone beyond simply being curious and perhaps even employed personal influence.
"Do you know Count Devar?"
"Yes, he''s known to be rather talkative."
"Haha, it''s not just talkative. He probably spreads half the rumors in the empire."
Count Devar.
Having met him only once at a party, the count had left a strong impression on Ascal.
There were people who love to interfere everywhere and spread words. Count Devar was the epitome of that type.
"But there are recent talks that Count Devar isn''t reporting his taxes properly."
Kain remarked with a meaningful tone.
"While the empire tirelessly works day and night to provide for its citizens, if there''s a despicable individual lining his own pockets, what would you do?"
"Well..."
Kain always looked mncholic, and it was easy to forget, but he was still the heir to the throne.The Crown Prince''s words had a clear intent.
''Im not going to do anything directly, so could you handle Count Devar for me.''
Having understood, Ascal pondered.
Between the Crown Prince and Count Devar, whose side should he take?
Without a doubt, it was the Crown Prince.
No matter how much the Crown Prince seemed to enjoy ttery or appeared tock substance, it was all just an act.
Having a favor owed would certainlye in handy someday.
Perhaps...
"If there''s someone harboring such ill intent, shouldn''t we force them to return their ill-gotten wealth to the national treasury?"
"That''s precisely what I''m saying! As expected of Ascal, I knew you''d understand!"
But what made Count Devar so unlikable to the Crown Prince?
"And you know it''s certainly not because of rumors that I enjoy horseback riding, get injured, and receiving massage treatments while hanging around the pce. It''s all for the empire."
"...."
Ascal simply nodded halfheartedly.
****
From Serena Barba.>
From Serena Barba.>
"From Your Highness Serena, three more letters have arrived for you."
Just reading them makes one feel overwhelmed.
Lia read the letters from to the second princess with a neutral expression.
"Shall I continue?"
"No, that''s enough."
"Would you like to send a reply?"
"Please."
Lia sat down and began to draft a refusal letter. To any observer, it would read as if he genuinely wanted to attend but was unfortunately swamped with official duties.The refusal letter was impably crafted to avoid offending the Second Princess.
Except that the person who wrote it was her younger sister.
Ascal finished preparing for the trip while Lia was penning the letter.
Nobles, too, have a duty to pay taxes to the Empire.
However, there wasn''t a single noble who paid it all honestly. Everyone skimmed a bit off the top.
The Empire mostly tolerated this, but if, as in this case, someone of importance was irked, things changed.
That was when the Empire''s meticulously chosen tax collectors were dispatched to thoroughly audit a household''s assets.
"Are you ready, Kane, Devon?"
"All set."
"We are fully prepared to assess every dish and every hair of Count Debar."
Head of Department 1, Kane.
Head of Department 3, Devon.
Both were recognized talents of the evaluation department in Ascal''s eyes. They would meticulously uncover every hidden asset of Count Devar, even if Ascal merely took a breath.
****
Count Devar''s territory was about a two-hour carriage ride away. It wasn''t in the capital, but it was a fiefdom conveniently located, allowing for easy ess to the capital whenever desired.
There were two types of tax collection.
First, there was the kind and gentle approach: notifying the noble of the visitation date in advance, leisurely dropping by, partaking of the hospitality, exchanging pleasantries, and then leaving with a token amount in the name of tax collection.
The second was like today''s surprise visit to the territory, intended to extract taxes directlya genuine form of collection.
"You''ve gone through a loting all this way. Come, don''t be shy. First, have a warm cup of tea. You''ll fall sick if you let yourself get cold."
Upon seeing Ascal''s arrival, Count Devar''s face hardened in an instant. However, he soon greeted them with a congenial smile and led them to the reception room.
With his quick wit, he had already grasped the unfolding situation.
Thank you for the offer, but we are here on official business. Please check this warrant. It seems your servants have been trying to hide something since we arrived. Would you kindly ask them to cease?
Kane responded coolly.
Reliable as always.
Though Count Devar, like a sly snake, tried to dy and hide his most valuable possessions, Kane had anticipated this move and put a stop to it.
Hmm This is a jar engraved with the traditional design of the Subarda Kingdom. Judging by its preservation, it''s estimated to be worth 5 gold. If you disagree with the evaluation, you can submit a separate document to the evaluation department.
This This is a replica! It''s not genuine!
Interesting. The marks inside the jar match the years of the Subarda Kingdom. Dismissed.
Using magical tools designed for evaluation, Kane meticulously examined Count Devar''s treasured possessions.
Devon searched various parts of the mansion, uncovering valuable items Count Devar had hidden, while Kane assessed their value through the magical tools.
Ascal sat imposingly, setting the atmosphere.
Once Kane finished inspecting, he swiftly recorded the appraised values on a document.
Their roles were perfectly divided.
This is a Gem Frog. You''ve been raising such a thing?
Count Devar''s face turned pale.
That, only that
It''s a pet frog highly valued among collectors. However, if one is to raise it for breeding purposes, they must report it to the Empire. It will be confiscated.
From inside its cage, the frog croaked sadly. Its patterns shone like a jewel.
The appraised value is 1 silver.
Sob... Forgive your poor master, Serros.
Just as Ascal was about to jot down the value of the Gem Frog, the frog, perhaps sensing its fate, suddenly leaped.
Ah!
Catch it!
Fortunately, the frogs escape was quickly thwarted.
However, due to themotion, Ascals quill pen slid, identally adding an extra stroke, making it 4 silver instead of 1.
It seems we''ve appraised everything of value here. We''ll send the tax invoice promptly.
We''ll take our leave now, Count.Leaving behind Count Devar, who looked as though his soul had left his body, the tax collectors coldly departed. Their job was executed wlessly.
Except for one minor detail.
****
Empire Magazine - The value of the Gem Frog jumps fourfold!
Have we been undervaluing the true worth of the Gem Frog?
The talk of the town: What is the real value of the Gem Frog as appraised by the Director of the Evaluation Department, Ascal Debrue?
Ascal closed the newspaper.
It was just a minor oversight. The Crown Prince seemed satisfied with their work, so it wasn''t a concern. If anything, such a slight mistake could even help lower his overly polished reputation.
This might actually be a good thing.
Empire Magazine - Skyrocketing! The Gem Frog, once valued at 1 silver, now trading at 10 silver, causing a sensation in the market!
"Wai...wait..."
And the next day, the value of the Gem Frog surged even more, reaching 20 silver.
Having memories of his previous life, Ascal had an instinctive feeling that this situation would spiral uncontrobly.
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Chapter 32:
Chapter 32:
Chapter 32: Arrested
Whates to your mind when you think of a frog?
Four legs and big eyes?
That''s right. But you missed something important.
What''s that?
Frogs are known for their hopping! Boing! See right in front of you is a gem frog, it goes swoosh! and behind it swoosh! Thats a hop-hop for 1 gold coin!
These crazy people
As Ascal passed through the square and spotted an enthusiast praising and showing gem frogs, he pulled his hat down over his eyes and quickly fled.
Ever since he mistakenly priced a gem frog at 4 silver instead of 1 silver, the situation had spiraled out of control.
Just yesterday morning, it was 20 silver, but now it was trading at 25 silver.
How did he know?
Notification Board - Gem Frog Market Price
Currently priced at (25 silver).
The merchants had even set up booths and started selling gem frogs.
The gem frogs confined in their cages looked as if they were on the verge of tears.
Oh, customer! It looks like you''vee to buy a gem frog. An excellent choice. If you''re interested in this one here
Just then, someone approached the merchant and whispered something in his ear. The merchant''s expression changed immediately.
Just a moment.
He went over to the notification board.
Notification Board - Gem Frog Market Price
Now priced at (30 silver).
The price has changed a bit, sir.
''What kind of nonsense is this?''Seeing the greedy look in the merchant''s eyes, Ascal spoke in disbelief.
Isn''t this illegal? I believe one needs the government''s permission to breed gem frogs.
The merchant clicked his tongue.
Every now and then, a customer like youes in with such a misconception.
He then pointed to the fine print below the notification board.
Note: These gem frogs are sold as food and are in fullpliance with imperial regtions. Responsibility after purchase lies with the buyer.
The print was tiny.
So tiny that someone with bad eyesight might not even be able to read it.
If you''re not buying, don''t obstruct the business. As you can see, there are plenty of customers eager to buy.
Ascal felt sharp staresing from behind him.
A crowd had gathered, all eager to purchase the gem frogs.
One for me!
I''ll take two!
I''ll take all you''ve got!
Hehe, only two per customer, please. Wait your turn.
The buyers seemed to be affluent merchants or well-off middle-aged individuals.
While it was hard to understand, it still fell under the category of a peculiar fad.
There was a possibility it would die down in time.
After all, a simr spective frenzy from his past life had been a bit exaggerated.
****
The next day:
"Director-nim, look at this. It''s the trendy gem frog everyone''s talking about. Cute, isn''t it?"
Sushia, who was clearly from an ''affluent'' background, proudly ced the frog on her palm.
The frog croaked quietly on her hand, either domesticated or perhaps desperately trying to keep bnce to avoid falling.
"Sushia, how much did you pay for this?"
"They were selling it for 20 silver, I think?"
''What a relief.''
As expected, the price dropped.
Fortunately, there seemed to be a lot of sensible people in the empire. The idea of a slightly uniquely-patterned frog going for 30 silver was absurd.
Still, the current trading price of 20 silver was too much. It was only right that it would eventually revert back to its original price of 1 silver.
Ascal opened up the newspaper.
---
Empire Magazine - Is the Gem Frog a Fantasy?
If there''s one creature that''s undeniably the talk of the empire, it''s the gem frog. This innocent creature, once just a part of the ecosystem, how did it end up the center of such spection?
We can only point the finger at one person. The Director of the Empire''s Evaluation Department, Ascal Debrue. Yes, him.
It''s time to snap back from this fantasy and return the gem frogs to nature.
-Magazine Editor, J.S
---
"What a well-written article."
''Indeed.''
Seems like Ascal had found the reason for the sudden drop in price.
It was thanks to the editor of the Imperial Magazine, J.S., who criticized the gem frog spections with a cool-headed perspective.
Ascal might not know who they were, but they seemed to be a person of reason and integrity, trulymendable.
"Let''s return the gem frog back to nature now, Sushia."
"What? But I spent half my allowance on this!"
"How would it look if an official upholding thews of the empire broke them? Raising a gem frog without permission is illegal."
Upon Ascal''s persuasion, Sushia, with a tearful look, took the gem frog to the window.
"You must survive well in the wild, Sapphire."
The gem frog''s back glistened in the sunlight.
''Sapphire?''
Typically, the back of a gem frog shimmered in green, reminiscent of emeralds upon closer inspection. However, the gem frog Sushia raised was the color of blue sapphire.The gem frog hopped towards a tree on the opposite side.
Well, there might be some variants. It probably wont make much difference.
As Ascal filed the remaining documents, he prepared to leave for the day. Tonight, hed grab a quick sandwich from the za for dinner.
---
Bulletin - Gem Frog Market Price
Currently priced at (50 silver).
---
...
''What on earth happened in the meantime?''
Ascals eyes widened in disbelief.
Hold on, just this morning these gem frogs were 20 silver. Why are they now 50 silver? Is this some kind of scam?
Ah, not you again. The troublesome customer who never buys!
The merchant clicked his tongue in disapproval.
Look carefully.
The merchant pointed to the frogs caged in front of him.
This is the original gem frog. 30 silver. The standard shade that''s quite popr. Often referred to as the Emerald Frog.
And this is a newly discovered variant of the Gem frog. Also known as the Sapphire Frog. It''s 40 silver.
This frog here is truly special. Has a beautiful sheen reminiscent of obsidian, dont you think? This Obsidian Frog is 50 silver.
Ascal retorted with disbelief.
Theyre all just frogs, arent they?
Tsk, tsk. This is why noob should not be allowed. If you arent buying, then leave!
The piercing gaze was palpable again.
Turning around, Ascal was taken aback.
Previously, it was the older affluent folks who purchased the frogs, but now the ages and upations of the customers varied. There were women with sun umbres, young couples, and even old men with walking sticks.
Out of the way, young man!
Yes, sir.
Ascal stepped aside humbly.
His predictions were entirely off.
The dying fad of the gem frog seemed to have entered a new phase with the discovery of the new variant.
***
Breaking news! A Diamond Frog variant has been found!
Ill buy it now! 60 silver!
65 silver!
70 silver!
Ascal clenched his eyes shut.
-----
Imperial Magazine - The Frenzied Gem Frog Situation
Recent events have been nothing short of unbelievable. The price of the gem frog has skyrocketed past 70 silver, bing more expensive than a horse, simply due to a difference in pattern.
The empires economy is in turmoil.The mastermind behind this situation, Ascal Debrue, must unequivocally be condemned. He should take responsibility before the citizens of the empire, publicly apologize, and resign from his administrative position.
- Magazine Editor, J.S.
-----
"What a great writer! Is he truly a prodigy?"
Sharp criticism founded on sound logic.
J.S. was truly an indispensable critic in the empire.
In particr, the phrase ''Ascal Debrue must be condemned and resign from his administrative position.'' deeply touched Ascal''s heartstrings.
"If there were more critics like him, the empire wouldnt have walked the path of destruction..."
Ascal wiped away a tear that had trickled down his hand.
''Wait a minute.''
Then, a brilliant idea shed across Ascal''s mind.
''Am I supposed to take responsibility for this?''
Ascal picked up his quill pen.
In the Empire Magazine, there was a column where individuals with social stature and reputation could express their views. And Ascal met all the criteria.
Without hesitation, he began to scribble down his thoughts.
''J.S., you may be exceptional, but remember, I was also hailed as a prodigy by my parents when I was young. Let me show you my true writing prowess.''
---
The Gem Frog: There''s More than Meets the Eye.
...
- Director of the Empire Evaluation Department, Ascal Debrue.
---
Ascal''s submitted article was published in the Empire Magazine.
It was a piece advocating for the Gem frogs.
Though, at its core, the article was filled with superficial ttery andcked substance, Ascal was aware of a crucial truth.
People rarely read articles thoroughly.
What mattered wasn''t what was written, but who had written it.Things began to unfold just as Ascal had anticipated.
Stepping into the square, Ascal, donning a hat, gauged the atmosphere.
Noticeboard - Gem Frog Market Price
Currently priced at (80 silver).
''Everything''s going as predicted.''
Indeed, the price of the Gem Frog was skyrocketing.
No bubblests forever. Given this trend, it wouldn''t be long before it bursts.
Noticeboard - Gem Frog Market Price
Currently priced at (99 silver).
****
The next day, venturing out to the square, Ascal witnessed an odd sight.
People had started walking their Gem Frogs, tying ropes around the frog''s bodies. The frogs hopped in distress, unable to escape their bonds.
''I''m sorry, frogs. But this madness will end soon.''
And a weekter....
We no longer sell Gem Frogs. Yes, we went bankrupt.
It finally burst!!!!!Unable to contain his joy, Ascal shouted in the middle of the square.
The bubble had finally popped.
With a satisfied smile, Ascal picked up thetest issue of the Empire Magazine from a stall.
-----
Empire Magazine - The Downfall of the Gem Frog.
-----
Such a straightforward and excellent headline.
Ascal began to savor each word of the article.
As expected, the editor wrote a piece condemning him. The segment demanding ountability especially pleased Ascal.
"Are you the Director of the Empire Evaluation Department, Ascal Debrue?"
"Indeed."
As Ascal was engrossed in the magazine, imperial guards, swords at their sides, approached him.
He spoke in a calm tone, "So, this moment has finallye. Am I to be dismissed from my post?"
But something felt off.
An imperial guard bound Ascal''s hands behind his back and forced him to kneel.
"Ascal Debrue, you are under arrest for market maniption."
''Wait. Hold on''
''Come to think of it, under Empirew, market maniption charges mean at least imprisonment''
At worst, it meant execution.
He had gotten carried away.
The next day, Ascal woke up in a prison cell.
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Chapter 33:
Chapter 33:
Chapter 33: Zt Prison
Day 1 in the Prison:
"It doesn''t matter who you were outside. In this hell of a prison, Zt, once you''re here, you''re all nothing more than equal prisoners. Understood?"
Day 3 in the Prison:
"Ah, Mr. Ascal. How is prison life treating you? If there''s anything ufortable, please let me know. I''ll attend to it immediately."
"Well, I feel refreshed waking up in the morning, and prison life seems to suit me well. However, the bread served for breakfast is a bit hard..."
"Ah, those distributors! I''ll give them a stern talking to. Hard bread? That''s uneptable. I wasnt aware of such a severe issue."
Cheshire, the warden of Zt Prison, which had never allowed any prisoner to escape since it was built on a remote ind, carefully brushed the dust off Ascals prison uniform."I''ll correct it immediately. I hope you continue to enjoy your prison life."
"Thank you. I wish you good health, Warden."
Ascal then left the warden''s office.
Thinking it might be worth a shot, he had pointed out somend for purchase. After discovering a valuable stone from the plot, the warden treated Ascal with utmost respect.
The guards waiting outside saluted Ascal.
"It''s time for midday exercise. Would you like to rest in your cell today, or...?"
"My body feels a bit sluggish. I''d like to exercise."
"Very well. Please follow me."
The guard led Ascal to the prison''s exercise yard.
Excluding Ascal, the other prisoners were already making the most of their limited free time.
"Over here! Kick the ball this way, you idiots!"
"No, pass it to me, not that dummy!"
The guard squinted his eyes.
"Tsk tsk. Even with a little freedom, they can''t maintain order. Truly befitting of prisoners, don''t you think, Mr. Ascal?"
"Haha. It does seem that way."After quickly scanning his surroundings, the guard, seeing that no one was looking in their direction, whispered to Ascal.
"Which horse would you like to bet on today?"
"The number 3 horse."
"Thank you."
The guard, with a bright expression, disappeared to ce the bet. Left alone, Ascal gazed at the vast open sky.
Screeech-
Seagulls flew overhead.
One never knew what life had in store, yet in just a few days, he found himself imprisoned.
''It did feel a bit odd.''
Ascal recalled an incident from not too long ago.
He had written an article about a gem frog, and soon after, imperial guards arrested him. Without a proper trial, he was sent straight to prison.
Not just any prison, but Zt, the empire''s worst, known for imprisoning only the worst offenders.
It was as if someone had been waiting for him.
''It certainly feels like someone interfered.''
For this to be possible, there were two conditions.
First, the individual had to have enormous power, enough to threaten Ascal, who was among the most influential figures in the empire.
The charge of manipting the market was ambiguous, like an earring if hooked on the ear, a nose ring if on the nose. To imprison someone without proper evidence required significant influence.
Second, they needed a deep grudge against Ascal, enough to send him to the formidable Zt prison.
''...The second princess?''
She had power and a motive.
Serena immediately came to Ascal''s mind. Living by the creed, ''If it can''t be mine, I''ll destroy it,'' it might be possible for her.
''No.''
It was a usible theory, but there was an inconsistency.
The second princess had sent an invitation to Ascal on the very day he was imprisoned. She wouldn''t imprison him without even waiting for a response.
So, excluding the second princess?
The emperor, the crown prince, the ministers...
It couldn''t be the emperor. If Ascal had fallen out of favor with him, he would have vanished, like dew in the morning sun.The crown prince? Even less likely. The one who personally asked for the punishment of Count Devar would not send Ascal to prison. He wasn''t the type toy intricate traps either.
The ministers.
Ascal remembered.
When he had met the emperor, the sight of the sycophants whispering ttery on either side of him.
- If there hadnt been those sycophants beside the emperor, you would have long been promoted to a high-ranking position.
And the testimony of the Kane.
It seemed most probable that those who imprisoned him were the ministers close to the emperor.
Ascal. Lets y.
A man, nearly the size of a giant with a slouched posture, approached Ascal.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Ascal looked at the man.
"Alright. What should we y?"
"String games. Lets y with strings.
His name was Jerobe.
The giant-like man took out a piece of string and skillfully crafted shapes with his fingers.
I love string games the most. Hehe.
Though Jerobe looked a bit intimidating, he was a kind-hearted friend.
Ascal chuckled lightly and continued the string game.
It was Ascal who had first spoken to Jerobe, who seemed reserved when he first arrived in prison. Since then, Jerobe often followed Ascal around.
If Im with Ascal, I wouldnt mind spending my whole life in this prison. It''s fun. Hehe."
"...Perhaps that wouldn''t be so bad."
Being on a secluded ind, the air was fresh. The asional sea breezes weren''t unpleasant either.
There was nothing to worry about. Eat, relieve oneself, sleep, and the days routine wasplete.
Perhaps being a prisoner is my true calling? ...Why do I feel a sense of dj vu?
Ascal spent his exercise time ying with Jerobe.****Sob-sob Director-nim! I''m here! You''re still alive, right?
Can''t you see I am, right in front of you, Sushia?
Visits were, in principle, prohibited at Zt Prison.
However, when the power of a duke''s family and the warden''s discretionary authoritybine, such unreasonable things tend to happen.
Sushia shed tears upon seeing Ascals gaunt face.
Look at our director-nim, he''s lost half his face. What do we do?
I''ve just lost some weight. If anything, my health improved with the regr routine here.
You dont need to lie in front of me sob.
To be honest...
The prison food was surprisingly tasty.
After a brief outburst outside the window, Sushia calmed down and continued the conversation.
With you suddenly taken away, the Evaluation Department has been inplete chaos. The empire is in an uproar too
Is that so?
All of the Evaluation Department began a strike, risking their lives. They said they wont work unless you are released.
That was unexpected.
Ascal was taken aback.
Crossing the emperor could lead to one losing their head in an instant. But seeing that people still had their heads attached, it seemed the emperor was still watching over the situation.
And the people from Cat tribe working in the empire joined the strike, vowing to defend the benefactor who paved the way for them.
...Why on earth would they?
Dont worry, Director-nim. Above all, the Crown Prince is furious and has stated that he''ll thoroughly investigate this matter. Even the Third Princess has voiced her strong protest.
''Yulia?''
''I thought she would leave me the moment I lost my usefulness.''
It was an odd turn of events.
It felt like there were unexpectedly many people on his side...
I couldnt just sit still either. Using my connections, I found out the culprits behind this incident.
The culprits?
Of course, it was Duke Sebes and Count Galtanar. Those sycophants framed you.
Sushia seemed visibly angered as she spat the words out.
Duke Sebes, Count Galtanar. They were among the ministers present when he had met the emperor.As expected, it was their doing.
How could they just send the empires official to prison without even a proper trial?I did find it a bit odd.
Dont worry, Director-nim. I will get you out of there.
No, this is perfect right now.
?
To Ascals knowledge, even if the empire were to fall, only the affiliation of Zt would change, but it would still persist.
In a way, staying quietly imprisoned might be a good choice.
Good air, a rxed schedule, and tasty food.
Life in the Zt prison was quite bearable, as long as one had influential backers.
Anyway, I brought some newspapers so you can stay updated with whats happening outside.
Sushia boldly smuggled in the outside items. The guard sneaked a peek and then averted his eyes. It was a victory of influence.
Thank you.
Things seem to be going well from what I see, so don''t worry too much, Director-nim. Your name will surely be cleared.
Usually, when someone says such things, situations don''t turn out as nned, and one''s name isn''t cleared.
Visiting time is over, mydy.
I''ll be going, Director-nim. Please take care of yourself!
Alright.
Sushia hesitated to leave, constantly looking back, trying to stretch time. Eventually, the guard grew impatient and ushered her out.
Im grateful she even came all this way.
Inwardly, Ascal slightly improved his opinion of Sushia.
****
In the evening,
After finishing his day, Ascal returned to his cell and unfolded the newspaper Sushia had given him.
I should at least know how the world is turning.
Sure enough,
----
The Empire''s Hidden Dragon, Imprisoned in the Worst Jail.
----
The first headline was about him.
And below that...
----
The White Mage Tower, Turning Attention to the Gem Frog?
Prince Kain, I won''t let this matter slide.
Duke Senestia expresses regret over recent events.
The Cat tribe begins a strike on a tribal scale.
Princess Yulia, breaking her long silence, speaks out at an official gathering.
----
Hmm. Quite themotion.
Quietly, Ascal folded the newspaper back up.
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Chapter 34:
Chapter 34:
Chapter 34: Assassination
The Duke Sebes had a routine.
When lunchtime approached, he would finish his meal and lie down in a cozy armchair, listening to the melodies of the lute yed by his employed musician.
Then, he would take a short nap for about half an hour while his personal barber carefully shaved his beard. Ever since he became the Duke, this routine had never been broken.
Thud thud thud!
Your Grace! There''s trouble!
What is it?
Awoken by the sound of footsteps, Duke Sebes turned his head.
It was one of his spies.
The spy, drenched in sweat, reported hastily.
Prince Kain is in uproar upon hearing that Ascal Debrue has been arrested!
I anticipated this. Do not fret, we have prepared for it.
When they framed Ascal Debrue and imprisoned him in Zt, it was expected that Prince Kain, who held him in high regard, would react. But Duke Sebes had always been the mastermind of numerous plots.
If he were to present the manipted evidence, even a prince would find it difficult to challenge further.
Duke Sebes smirked and settled back into his chair. Today''s nap would surely be cut short.
Your Grace! There''s more trouble!
What now?
This time, it was a different spy.
Duke Senestia and Princess Yulia have started advocating for Ascal Debrue!
This could be a bit tricky. Nevertheless, its still manageable.
Duke Sebes squinted his eyes.
He knew better than anyone the weight behind the words of those in power. In this era, a mere word could turn innocence into guilt, and vice versa.
Prince Kain, Duke Senestia, Princess Yulia Why did a mere 5th-grade official like Ascal possess such influential backers?
The Emperor is on our side. That fact will not change.
Was that correct?He felt a hint of uncertainty as he spoke. Initially, he intended to swiftly execute Ascal Debrue. However, the Emperor''s response was lukewarm.
''Ahem, execution might be, well, a bit much. Ahem.''
Count Sebes had always managed to persuade the Emperor with his silver tongue. He expected this case to be handled swiftly as well. Yet, due to the Emperor''s passive resistance, they had only managed to imprison the bothersome Ascal.
But what kind of prison was it?
It was none other than the empires most notorious, the dreaded prison of ''Zt''.The chances of Ascaling out of there in one piece were nearly non-existent. To ensure everything went smoothly, the Duke even contacted the prison warden, Cheshire.
It was a satisfactory response.
Imagining Ascal toiling under the scorching sun, the Duke couldn''t help but smile.
Today, he was certain he''d enjoy a pleasant nap.
Your Grace! We are in deep trouble!
Your Grace! We are in deep trouble!
Your Grace! We are in deep trouble!Thud thud thud thud thud!
Three spies entered the Duke''s room simultaneously.
Unable to contain his frustration, the Duke rose from his seat.
"Enough! What''s all this fuss about?! If it''s not urgent, you''ll pay dearly!"
The spies hesitated, nudging each other to speak up.
The shoved spy eventually reported, albeit reluctantly.
"The Empire''s Evaluation Department has gone on strike! They''re protesting in the square, demanding Ascal Debrue''s release!"
"Furthermore, the Cat tribe has joined them! Over half of the Cat tribe members in the empire are present in the square!"
The Duke''s face flushed with anger, "Dissolve the protest at once!"
Witnessing the enraged Duke, the spies hastily left. After catching his breath for a moment, the Duke noticed a spy who hadn''t left, giving him a side-eye.
"Why haven''t you left?"
"Well... the White Mage Tower has discovered significant magical effects from the Gem Frog."
The Duke''s eyes widened, "How on earth did that happen?"
"I wouldn''t know."
With a stoic expression, the spy pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket.
"What''s that?"
"My resignation letter. It''s been... ''interesting'' working with you. Let''s hope we never cross paths on the streets."
The spy departed.
Now wide awake, the Duke tly remarked, Were screwed.
****
The White Magic Tower...
A group of individuals who were beholden to no one and remained unsworn, devoted solely to the pursuit of magical studies.
"So, after such a long absence, my pupil returns only to say, ''I think theres something about this frog, so please investigate it thoroughly?''"
Berman, the master of the Tower, eyed the student before him with evident displeasure.
While the primary purpose of the Tower was to prioritize practical applications of magic, when one reaches Berman''s age, courtesy bes second nature.
Regardless of the student''s noble status, this recent request had undoubtedly overstepped a boundary.
With a tap of his staff on the desk, a soft carpet unfurled on the floor.
"Yulia,e here and sit for a moment."
It was time to impart some precious wisdom to the student who had been absent for a while.
However, Yulia resisted the master''s teachings.
"We don''t have the time, Master. Every minute counts."
"What did you say?"
Veins throbbed on Berman''s forehead.
"Do you dare regard me, the master of the White Magic Tower, wielder of the White Staff, and one of only three Arcmages in the continent, as someone you can simply summon for your trivial tasks?"
A massive illusion manifested behind Berman.
Faced with the overwhelming presence of the Arcmage, Yulia bit her lip.
"Yes. You''ve earned the title of the ''First to Awaken'', have been revered by countless mages, and even kings seek your counsel. But right now, this matter is far more critical."
Berman, initially appeased by Yulia''s words, furrowed his brows at her final remark. With another tap of his staff, the grand illusion and the carpet vanished in an instant.
"So, you''re saying these foolish frogs you brought are that crucial?"
Croak.
The terrified gem frogs croaked from their cage.
"Very well. I''ll investigate these gem frogs on my honor. If they prove to be as valuable as you suggest, I''ll overlook your impudence and entertain your requests."
Berman spoke with a cold gaze.
"But if theyck the value you''ve imed, Yulia, even you will face the consequences. You''ll be ostracized from the White Tower, and you should expect no future favors from me. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
Yulia bowed her head in acknowledgment.
Berman sighed upon seeing his student''s face.
"At least take a rest for now. You don''t look well."
Even to Berman, who rarely concerned himself with such matters, Yulia''s appearance was undeniably worn out.How long had it been since shest slept? Dark circles marred the area under her eyes, and her lips were parched white.
"Thank you, Master."
"Ah... I wonder why such a bright child like you would get herself into such a mess."
Berman picked up the cage containing the gem frogs.
Actions speak louder than words.
No matter how fond he was of his pupil Yulia, once a promise was made, there would be no backing down.
"Why would this be a medium?"
Berman broke out in a cold sweat.
****
Cheshire, the warden of the impregnable prison Zt, scrutinized the prisoner list with an unusual expression.
"What''s going on here? This Jerobe records seem odd. Nothing matches up."
It was the list of recent arrivals. Jerobe had entered the prison shortly after Ascal.
"If it''s a murder charge, the records should be urate. But the person he''s said to have killed died a long time ago. Something''s not right."
Cheshire''s close aide, a guard, stroked his chin seriously as he looked at Jerobe''s name.
"Jerobe has been clinging to Ascal Debrue at every opportunity since he came in. As if waiting for a moment when they''d be alone."
"...!"
Jerobe.
Exact background unknown.
Followed Ascal into the prison.
Always looking for an opportunity to be alone with Ascal.
The implication was crystal clear, even to a fool.
"Mr. Ascal is in danger! Act now!"
He couldn''t let someone who had perfectly settled his housing and retirement ns die in a ce like this.
Cheshire grew frantic.
****
Thud!
The moment Cheshire arrived at the exercise yard, he saw a figure spinning mid-air and then dramatically crashing into the sandy ground.
"Oh no, am I toote...?"
A colossal figure stood behind.
It was Jerobe.
Cheshire gripped his face with both hands.
It was already toote.
He had inadvertently caused the death of a benefactor.
"Why are you here, Warden?"
"Ah, Mr. Ascal. I came thinking you were in danger..."
Cheshire''s eyes widened as he assessed the situation.
Ascal was in perfect condition, doing gymnastics.
''Then, who is the one on the ground?''
Cheshire checked the fallen person.
It was just a regr, vicious criminal.
Foam at the mouth, his eyes darting around in panic.
"Send him to the infirmary."
Cheshire ordered the guard.
After they lifted the felon, Cheshire let out a sigh of relief. At least Ascal was safe.
"What happened? It seems there was a scuffle between the inmates."
"Hehe. That guy charged at Ascal, so I yed with him instead."
The one who responded was Jerobe.
It seemed Jerobe had protected Ascal.
Cheshire looked up at the towering figure of Jerobe.
"Ascal, let''s crochet."
"Sure."
And, out of ce for such a massive figure, Jerobe sat down immediately, pulling out yarn to start crocheting.
It was a mystery.
Who exactly was this Jerobe?
****
It was a dark room.
The Spider''s leader unfolded a crumpled letter. Written as if by a child, the ink smeared here and there, making it difficult to decipher.The leader squinted, barely making out the words on the letter.
"Hmm. It seems Jerobe has sessfully infiltrated. Forger, you did a great job."
"That was a piece of cake. But, unless the empire is filled with idiots, this won''tst long."
The infiltration phase was a sess.
Jerobe, a member of the Spider, might not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but his strength was unmatched. After all, he wasn''t a hybrid of the giant race for nothing.
"Was the assassination sessful?"
"I''m reading about it now."
"Hehe. Ascal, it seems your luck ends here. Once he''s caught Jerobe''s eye..."
"Damn it, Jerobe! Don''t tell me!"
"What did Jerobe say? Leader, about the sessful assassination? Tell me quickly!"
"There are still six legs left on the spider."
"What do you mean, leader? Leader!"
The lights in the dark room went out.
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Chapter 35:
Chapter 35:
Chapter 35: Escaping Destion
It had been three days since Yuliast slept.
Ever since Ascal was imprisoned in Zt Prison, Yulia had been running around tirelessly.
She mobilized all her connections to find out that the emperor''s confidants were behind this, ensuring that the news reached the crown prince''s ears.
But that alone wasn''t enough.
For Ascal to be safe, many more people needed to know the truth.
So the confidants wouldn''t darey a hand on him.
Yulia first headed to the Evaluation Department.
"The protest preparations are alreadyplete. What kind of organization would casually abandons their superior?"
Even before Yulia got involved, Department 1 Manager Kane had rallied the Evaluation Department.
Following them closely were members of the Cat tribe.
They began their protest in the square.
Those who always plot in the shadows typically avoid having their names directly exposed.
Under normal circumstances, Duke Sebes and Count Galtanar would''ve quickly suppressed the protest. However, this time they couldnt.
The crown prince was tolerating their protests. The emperor of the empire was not on their side this time.
The time was bought.
So now, she had to overturn the situation at its root.
Yulia headed for the White Tower.
****
Stay calm. Yulia.
She took a deep breath.
Her master had once told her during their training sessions,
While many spiritualists in the world believed that the mind could ovee the body, the reality was often the opposite.
Without a healthy body, one couldn''t do anything.
Touching her withered hair, Yulia felt her master''s teachings more deeply than ever.
Honestly, she now doubted herself.
This move was a gamble for her.
She had mobilized the White Tower, one of her most significant connections as the Third Princess Yulia.
A move that could change the situation itself, but the risks were also immense.
What if the gem frog had no efficacy at all?
If it became recognized by the White Tower...
No.
Yulia shook her head.
It wasnt someone else, but Ascal Debrue himself who had said it.
There is something unseen in the gem frog.
Thinking this way, Yulia could find relief.
She realized.
How much of a blessing it was to be able to trust someone other than oneself.
Yulia closed her eyes.
Sleep overcame her.
A deep sleep, the first in three whole days.
****
Get up, Yulia. Get up and see what Ive discovered.
Yulia was roused from her slumber by someone shaking her shoulder.
A face with deep wrinkles came into view.
It was her master, the White Towers Lord, Berman.
That frog you brought, the one you called the gem frog. Where on earth did you find this?
Even the old magician had a sense of innocence.
Upon making an unimaginable discovery, hed be as excited as a child.
Having taken even a brief nap, Yulia, with a slightly clearer mind, spoke up.
Could you first exin what youve discovered, Master?
Oh, right, my apologies.
Berman cleared his throat.
Youre well aware of the role a wand ys for a magician, arent you, Yulia?
Yes. It acts as an intermediate medium for magic, increasing its stability and uracy.Exactly. Some rare wands can evenpletely alter magic, but thats generally the case.
Berman tapped his own wand with his fingers.
Once a mage like Berman reached an advanced level, they could use magic as if it were almost natural even without a wand.Yet for a magicians, a wand that had been by their side for countless years, almost like an extension of themselves, was undeniably precious. It could also assist when climbing mountains for health.
However, not just any wand can be a medium for magic. Take this one, for example. It was crafted from the ancient trees grown in Elvenwood Forest, entrusted to a wand craftsman, and underwent a special magical process. Probably worth as much as a grand mansion, Id reckon. Hehe.
So, what does this have to do with the gem frog?
Yulia subtly brushed aside her master''s veiled bragging.
Berman, scratching his head, responded,
This one can also act as a medium.
With his finger, Berman gently stroked the back of the gem frog. The frog did not reject the touch but embraced it.
Croak.
Suddenly, the gem frog leaped onto Yulias arm.
She was taken aback.
Stay still.
A white light shed from the gem frog, enveloping Yulia.
Rather than a hundred words, it''s much better to show through demonstration, right? How do you feel?
My fatigue has lessened.
Yes. Some rare wands can hold magic. And this gem frog is no different. The magic that each individual receives is slightly different, but they all serve as a medium.
I see.
Berman replied with an incredulous tone,
Do you not understand how monumental this discovery is? Without a wand, just with this frog, one could store magic here and send it to the mermaids on the continent.
Like a scroll?
Scrolls are much more expensive, aren''t they? And require a month''s worth of effort. Plus, only a magician can use them.
It was a magical revolution.
Berman dared to dub this gem frog as a ''revolution''.
So, tell me, my disciple, where did you discover this gem frog? Where does it inhabit? How many are there? And who is the discoverer?
With this?
Huh?
Yulia straightened up.
She recalled her original intent.
Her visit here wasn''t as a disciple to a master.
She came as the Empire''s 3rd Princess.
To obtain full authority over the gem frog.
Shall we begin our negotiation, Lord of the White Tower?
Negotiating was Yulias forte.****
Crown Prince Kain swiftly scanned the newspaper.
It was information he had already received through special channels.
Youve seeded, Yulia.When Yulia first said she was going to the White Tower, Kain thought it was a futile endeavor.
He believed that the cards they already had were enough to release him from prison and pressure the courtiers.He had discouraged her from taking such a gamble, but Yulia had seeded splendidly.
Now a storm was brewing.
This was not merely an effort to release Ascal Debrue.
In the high-stakes political warfare using a single figure as a pretext, Kain and Yulia had just won.
Finally, I can get rid of those pesky eunuchs.It fully proved that Ascal had been right all along, and the absurd charges of market maniption had been exposed.
Thanks to the newspapers just distributed to the public, the opinion of the nobles hadpletely flipped.
No one was left supporting Duke Sebes and Count Galtanar.
''From the start, the very reason Ascal Debrue couldn''t be promoted to a rank higher than a 5th-grade official was due to the interference of those treacherous advisers.''
The crown prince had praised Ascal''s achievements numerous times, but the traitors always found absurd reasons to nitpick.
It was because of them that Ascal couldn''t be promoted beyond a 5th-grade official.Now, with the power to get rid of those treacherous officials, Ascal''s rise would likely happen at an unbelievably rapid pace, as if a dam that had been building up had finally broken.
''Hold on, did he anticipate this situation?''
After all, the root cause of this situation was Ascal''s challenge.
If he had anticipated even the movements of the traitors and used his own life as a pawn...
''What an extraordinary man.''
Kain felt goosebumps on his arm.
Now that the treacherous officials would soon disappear, thepetition for session would intensify.
He wasn''t sure how much leverage each had gathered, but Kain was confident.
However, the most valuable card in this game would be Ascal Debrue.
He absolutely needed to bring him to his side.
For the sake of bing the emperor, and for what came after being the emperor.
****
"Check this out. I''ve created this fish-shaped knitting. Cool, right?"
That was a lie. It was a skill Ascal learned in his previous life. Using his cunning, Ascal won the knitting game against Jerobe.
"That''s impressive, Ascal. Teach me too."
"Alright, the way to do it is..."Just then, numerous guards surrounded Ascal. Following them, Warden Cheshire appeared.
At a nce, it was an unsettling atmosphere.
Ascal sighed.
So, this day had finallye.
He had tried his best to avoid this moment, but it seemed it was inevitable.
"Bury me in my hometown''s backyard..."
"Congrattions on clearing your name, Mr. Ascal."
"Congrattions!"
As Ascal was muttering hisst will, the guards bowed simultaneously. It was a salute filled with respect.
"As soon as you''re ready, please leave. We will escort youfortably to the maind."
Cheshire had received a special report this morning.
----
Clear Ascal Debrue''s name and release him as soon as possible.
----
Upon receiving the report, Cheshire was convinced.
From what he had observed over time, Ascal was never a man who wouldmit wrongdoing. He had diligently served his sentence in prison, always setting an example, even when he hadn''tmitted any crime in the first ce.
"I believe you will shine as an official of the empire, bringing light to our nation."While Ascal was dazed, the discharge procedures proceeded at the speed of light.
Finally, having retrieved all his confiscated belongings, Ascal was ready to return to the empire.
At that, Jerobe spoke, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Congrattions, Ascal. But I''m a bit lonely. Throughout my life, everyone flinched in fear when they looked at me. But with you, Ascal, nothing changed. Won''t we see each other now?"
"Jerobe, you''re being discharged too."
Cheshire showed the paperwork.
"I''m not sure if it''s someone''s prank, but it seems you were also wrongfully used. You''re a bit naive, so you were probably easily imprisoned. Now that your name is cleared, you can return home."
"Home? But I don''t like home. It''s damp and dark."
His eyes resembled those of an abandoned puppy. Ascal recalled how Jerobe had once protected him from an aggressive prisoner.
"There''s a vacant guard position at the evaluation department. Will youe, Jerobe?"
"Really? Can I?"
"Yes."
Actually, he couldn''t. It was nepotism. But what could be done? Ascal was the director of the evaluation department. He could always fire him if needed.
"Before we go, I want to send a letter."
"Take your time."
Ascal gazed at the gentle waves of the shore. Knowing that today would be the end made him a bit nostalgic.
''It had been an enjoyable time...''
Soon after sending his letter, Jerobe returned, and the two boarded a ship heading to the empire.
****
"How do you feel about returning to the empire? You''ve been exonerated and have safely returned, what are your thoughts?"
"It was revealed that you were the first to discover the specialty of the gem frog. How did youe to know about it?"
"Whom do you support as the sessor to the empire?"
Upon his return to the maind, Ascal was met by a throng of journalists from all over the world.
Such was the magnitude of the impact of the incident.
It wasn''t just the empire; this event made Ascal Debrue''s name known worldwide.
From afar, Ascal spotted the crown prince waving. Yulia was behind him.
"Just send me back to prison."
It took Ascal a grueling two hours to finally free himself from the press.
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Chapter 36:
Chapter 36:
She had fallen behind in the session to the throne.
Serena was the first to sense this after the series of events had concluded.
Themotion surrounding Ascal Debrue, the sleeping or hidden dragon of the empire, had changed many things.
Those courtiers who, apart from the Emperor himself, had wielded significant power, were ousted from their positions, and the White Tower, which had remained a neutral ground, had formed an alliance with the empire.
Ascal Debrue had be a name recognized not just nationally, but also around the world.
And...
There was no mention of Serena Barbas name among the noble royal families that helped clear Ascal Debrues name.
Being the second is an ambiguous position.
Serena whispered this to the figure opposite her.
The eldest takes away from you for being the eldest, and the youngest takes from you for being the youngest.
She didnt want to be robbed.
She wanted something of her very own.
That was the driving force behind Serenas actions.
Thats why I didnt want to lose the empire to anyone.
Serena took a step forward.
The lights brightened.
The figure had ck hair and wore a half-mask for the theater, concealing their face, and a long ck cloak trailed on the floor.
Thats why I wanted to be the Emperor. But recently, my reasons have changed.
Serena reached out her hand to the figure.
But her hand just passed through, as if through air.
With a small sigh and a flick of her wrist, the figure vanished without a trace.
If I be the Emperor, will you take interest in me then? And Ill be able to find you, even though you leave no trace.
A magically conjured illusion might fade quickly, but the memories of that day remained as vivid as ever.
Serena gathered her resolve and walked to her desk.
There, amidst a pile of half-written letters, was a rejection letter from Ascal, mixed in with the others.
Also there, was a neatly organized list of key figures she needed to win over in her bid for the throne.
Marquis Gaius - A well-connected figure in the central political sphere. Owns a vineyard. Wealthy.
Count Telio - Commander of the Rose Knights. Difficult to persuade but once loyal, he rarely betrays.
And the highest among them.
Ascal Debrue - A person who must be won over to be the Emperor (Remember)
Ascal Debrue. Youre mine. I cant let anyone else have you. To be the Emperor, and to find that person as well.
If he wonte from there, then I must go to him.
Serena headed to his office herself.
To obtain Ascal.
Director Ascal is currently out. He went down to his family home yesterday.
Why???
****
The carriage jolted.
This wasnt a road of the Empire. It was a path leading to the countryside.
Ascal cautiously checked the person opposite him.
tinum blonde hair that seemed soft to the touch, fluttering with the movement of the carriage.
Swish, swish.
Apparently exhausted, the tinum-haired girl sumbed to sleep, breathing softly despite the difort of the carriage.
They were on their way down to Ascals family home.
If possible, really if possible, Ascal did not want to go. He wanted to spend this holiday in the capital.
Besides, there was a ticking time bomb of uncertainty sitting opposite him.
Yulia Barba.
Please, just keep sleeping.
The third princess of the empire was apanying Ascal to his family home.
To see how it happened in the first ce, the story goes back to the day before.
.
.
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Director-nim, I have something to tell you.
There were moments in life that were inescapable.
Take, for example, the moment when one was about to leave work at the end of the day, and they locked eyes with someone whose expression wasden with gravity.
Especially when they were blocking the door.
This was, clearly, intentional.
Lia, having caught on to the numerous times she had been avoided, deliberately stands in the way.
What is it?
Ascal feigned calm, but he was desperately trying to still his trembling legs.
In such a situation, with just the two of them, and a woman initiating a conversation, there werent many directions this could go.
This was the inevitable flow of events ever since Lia became his secretary, a moment bound toe eventually.
He had nned to create a diversion, get fired, and flee, but all attempts had failed.
The time bomb had exploded before he could escape.
In the face of the inexorable march of time, that moment had finally arrived.
Theres something Ive been meaning to tell you all this while.
Lia hesitated, dragging out the moment.
After all, telling the truth isnt easy.
The princess was going to reveal her real identity.
Lia was about to confess that she was actually the empires third princess, Yulia Barba...
Ascal had kept his body ready to kneel and offer a profound apology at any moment.
He was prepared.
He hadpleted mental rehearsals dozens of times.
At the end of all that training, Ascal was ready to offer a sincere apology when Lia brought up the truth.
I truly had no idea. Please forgive my rudeness up until now.
Ascal had also prepared himself to bow his head in contrition.
There was a carpetid out on the bare ground to mitigate any risk of injurya precautionary measure that Lia found perplexingly out of ce when she had asked about it. But this too was a result of meticulous nning.
Ascal took a deep breath.
The critical moment was upon him.
He had to apologize so thoroughly that anyone watching would believe his remorse was genuine, to the point where theyd feelpelled to forgive him.
To think that he had tasked a princess of a nation with fetching cocoa and carrying messages to other departments, treating her no more gloriously than amon errand runner...
And the times when he didnt feel like going to the recreation room, and even received shoulder massages from her on the spot.
I am truly sorry for all that I have......
Would it be possible for me to apany you to your family home during the uing Holy Night festival holiday?
...?
Lias face was flushed, as if she had just made an embarrassing confession.
The Holy Night festival.
A religious event and an official holiday in the empire.
It was one of the few breaks granted by the empire.
Most people would use this time to visit their family homes, and the devout might spend it in church, praying in the spirit of the holiday.
But Ascal had no intention of either visiting his family or going to church over the holiday.
He had nned to hole up at home, enjoying his leisure time in the capital.
Going home is just a hassle...
The Debrue estate was situated in a somewhat remote area.
It was in the countryside.
The air was clear, and the natural scenery was beautiful.
But what that really meant was that there were lots of bugs, the sun set early, and there was absolutely nothing to do.
Moreover, it was a foregone conclusion that hed be pointlessly harried by his younger sister if he went home.
Im sorry, but I have matters to attend to in the capital during the Holy Night festival.
Is that so? Then, if not now, Ill never get another chance. Actually, I
Ill take you with me. To my hometown.
Here was someone prone to habitual confessions.
Ascal managed to prevent Lias abrupt confession, barely hiding his shock.
She doesnt even hesitate now.
Given Lias forthrightness, Ascal had no choice but to postpone the inevitable.
And in the meantime, he had to find a way to escape.
It would be best to depart early tomorrow morning. It will be a taxing journey; are you sure youre up for it?
Yes. I will bring my clothes and travel essentials.
And so, they agreed to meet in front of the government office early the next morning.
That was how Ascal and Lia came to be traveling to the Debrue family estate together.
****
Well be arriving soon, Lord Ascal.
That was quick.
With the empires newfound surplus, theyve managed to improve the roads here and there. It seems were reaping the benefits.
Really, if there was spare money, why indulge in honest work like road maintenance instead of luxuries and debauchery?
Ascal, harboring this genuine query, gazed out the carriage window at the passing scenery.
It was a familiar road.
Fields of crops spread out beautifully, and this year the climate seemed favorable, with fruit hanging heavily on the trees.
Livestock roamed freely, often napping on the hillsides.
This perpetual smell of manure is something I just cant get used to.
But the countryside scenery wasnt entirely pleasant.
Even though it had improved over the years, the stench of animal droppings assaulted the nose every time one passed by the fields. Lias face scrunched up even in her sleep.
Patter-patter-patter.
Sheepdogs began to follow the unfamiliar carriage.
Hee-haw~
The horses, upon seeing the dogs, burst into a frenzied gallop. The coachman tried to calm them to no avail.
tter-tter-tter.
Wait. Isnt this pace a bit too fast?
He could already envision the dreadful headline on the front page of the newspaper: Imperial Official and Third Princess died together in Carriage ident.
Whats going on?
Startled by themotion, Lia woke from her slumber. Ascal responded with dry wit.
Were about a minute away from an express trip to the afterlife.
What?
The scenery outside the window was changing in real-time.
Try to stop them.
The horses, theyre not listening to me.
Ascal opened the carriage door, intending to soothe the horses from the coachmans seat himself. It was quite a struggle to keep his bnce.
And the moment he sat in the drivers seat.
Whoa, whoa, WHOOOAAAH!
A booming male voice resounded.
To their astonishment, the horses halted.
Phew... phew...
The coachman, who had almost crossed the River Styx, let out a sigh of relief.
In Ascals knowledge, only one person possessed such a skill.
Its been a while, my son.
Baron Aser Debrue.
He was Ascal Debrues father and the head of the Debrue family.
****
Seeing his father for the first time in ages, Ascal stood up.
But something was off about the house.
What should have been a modest-sized wooden house appeared to have transformed into a colossal mansion, as if by magic.
And there were servants bustling about whom he had never seen before.
What happened here at home?
We made a fortune with magic stone investments and discovered a gem frog habitat, thanks to you, my son.
...
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Chapter 37:
Chapter 37:
Chapter 37: Searching for a Bride
It was a reunion between father and son after a long time.
The two men, who should have plenty of stories piled up to share, sat silently in the drawing room, merely exchanging nces.
It wasnt because they understood each other just by looking in the eyes as was often said about men.
They simply had nothing particr to say.
Youve been to prison, I heard. Are you well?
Yes. Surprisingly, prison life was bearable.
Thats right. A man should go to prison once in his lifetime and experience that.
True.
Sip.
Ascal took a sip of his tea.
A minute passed like that.
The house seems to have changed quite a bit.
Hmm. I didnt have much of an opinion on it, but your sister was insistent, so we spent some money.
Lucia does have that side to her.
Sip.
This time, Arthur took a sip of his tea.
Five minutes passed.
Only then did Arthur nce sideways at Ascals right.
There sat Lia.
As their eyes met, Lia bowed her head slightly in greeting.
And the youngdy over there is?
I am Lia Cinus. I am humbly serving as Ascal-nims aide.
Arthur Debrue.
The conversation stalled once again.
Arthur Debrue might be a noble, but in essence, he was closer to a soldier preferring to act rather than speak.
After all, in the countryside, where theye from, people were ustomed to using their bodies for work rather than words, hence Arthur never had the reason or the opportunity to learn the art of conversation.
Still, he had the will to somehow continue the dialogue with his long-missed son.
The word Holy night festival finally surfaced in Arthurs solid head.
Speaking of which, its almost the Holy Night festival.
Yes. Lia responded.
People usually spend the Holy Night festival with family. Dont you have one?
Pardon?The blunt question from Arthur had the power to fluster even Lia, who rarely got unsettled.
Ascal quickly stepped in to rephrase Arthurs words.
What he means is that its customary to spend the Holy Night festival with family. Hes curious if theres a special reason why Lia hase down to the Debrue house for the asion.
Hmm.
They had barely averted a disaster that could have erased their lineage. Ascal wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"My father has been unwell and decided to focus on his recuperation. Since I happen to have free during the Holy Night festival, I thought to offer my prayers alongside a dear acquaintance, Ascal-nim."
"I see."
"But now that I think about it, I didn''t seek permission from Baron Debrue in advance."
"That''s true as well."
Arthur nodded. But talk about it as if it was someone else''s business.
Ascal looked at Arthur as if he couldnt believe what he just heard."My father doesn''t fuss over such matters; you''re wee to make yourself at home, Lia."
Thats true."Understood. Thank you, Baron."
The conversation faltered once again. After a moment of silence, Arthur''s gaze shifted as he noticed the self-defense sword tied to Ascal''s waist, his expression changing.
"It''s been quite some time since we''ve sparred. How about we have a match for old times'' sake?"
"Sparing would make us sweat, then wed have to bathe, not to mention change our wet clothes. I''d rather not."
"Why change? Just let the sun dry the clothes."
Conversing with the older generation sometimes made one aware of the generational gap, but with Ascal, it was different. It wasn''t a generational gap he felt, but a gap in hygiene standards.
"I''d be ufortable. Perhaps spar with the knightster."
"Alright then."
Arthur seemed convinced.
Time passed like that.
Lia fidgeted with her fingers, the silence growing more awkward.
''Please, someone break this ufortable silence...''
That was when footsteps could be heard from a distance.
Those were quick, approaching steps.
Although it had been a while since hest heard them, Ascal recognized instantly who they belonged to.
"Brother!!!!!! Let''s get married!!!!! Get married!!!!!!!!!"
It was Lucia Debrue.
Ascal''s younger sister.
****
"Have you been well? You should send a letter sometimes. If you dont initiate contact, one might think you''re a rather cold-hearted brother. I''m d to hear that the prison matter was resolved smoothly. Being that it was Zt prison, I couldn''t visit and could only pray from afar. I would appreciate your understanding of how anxious that made me feel. Actually, I was quite surprised to hear that you decided toe here for the Holy Night festival since I didn''t expect you to visit the family home."
Ascal watched Lucia as she entered the drawing room.
Sitting in an empty chair as naturally as if she were thedy of the house, Lucia began to pour out words.
Truth be told, Lucia was, in essence, thedy of the house. With the absence of their mother, it was Lucia who was tending to the inner workings of the Debrue household.
Likely, it was Lucia who had vigorously pursued the magic stone investments and the Gem frog case as well.
Anyway, the saying goes, Strike while the iron is hot, so how about getting married now that youre here? You''re not getting any younger, are you, brother?"
Ascal listened to his sister, who had taken the role of thedy of the house.He was indeed grateful for Lucia.
Had it been only Arthur, the Baron Debrues estate might have been swindled away long ago. It was only thanks to Lucia that the household was still functioning.
Yet Ascal preferred to avoid meeting Lucia whenever possible.
Lucia was, to put it mildly, excessively talkative.
"Here''s the list of eligible youngdies I''vepiled for you. Fortunately, your reputation is currently so esteemed that we could select from young women of the most affluent families. In other words, you''re in a position to marry upwards."
"I''m not thinking about marriage just ye..."
"Nonsense. In our society, marriage is not a choice; its a necessity. Havent I mentioned this in my letters? Besides, with your value at an all-time high, if not now, then when do you n to marry?"
She was stating the obvious.
Unlike contemporary society, in the pseudo-medieval age that was closer to the pre-modern era, marriage within the Empire was a strict family affair.
It was less about the union of two individuals and more about the amalgamation of two households.
Upon closer examination, it was also quite logical.
One family might have a formidable knighthood but no money, making it difficult to provide armor for their knights.
Another family might be wealthy butck soldiers to defend their estate, with neighbors coveting theirnd.
And if both families have children of marriageable age.
It was a match made in heaven.
The two noble families would naturally set a wedding date.
But what if the son, after wandering about, brings home a farmer''s daughter iming it''s true love and wishes to marry her?
Only a nobleman who has lost his senses would turn a blind eye to such a matter.
Ascal, understanding this reality, could not simply persist with an ''I will not marry'' stance. Instead, he was desperately postponing it.
"Next year. I''ll do it next year."
"Do you realize that you''ve already been saying ''next year'' for two years now? There''s nowhere left to retreat, Brother."
Lucia pulled a neatly folded parchment from her bosom.
She unfolded it and began to read.
"Lady Isabelle of the Barons family. Background 5. Intelligence 6. Appearance 6. Personality 4. Noteworthy Point: Rumors of a lover exist. Being from a neighboring domain was an advantage, but now it doesnt matter anymore.."
Then Luscia drew a line through the ce where Lady Isabelle of the Barons family was written with her quill pen. It was a merciless attitude of a cool-headed matchmaker."Lady Helen of the Counts family. Background 7. Intelligence 4. Appearance 8. Personality 5. Noteworthy Point: Suffers from an illness with a risk of premature death. Theres a high probability that you should meet her sooner rather thanter"
Without a word, Lucia also drew a line through Lady Helen of the Counts family. Ascal was curious.
"Why her?"
"She passed awayst year."
"Oh..."
He then regretted asking.
"But don''t worry. As I said earlier, thanks to your current poprity, Brother, our options have greatly expanded. This nextdyes with my personal rmendation."
Lucia took a deep breath.
"Lady Senestia of the Ducal family. Background 9. Intelligence 4. Appearance 9. Personality 6. Noteworthy Point: Works as an imperial official. That''s like you, isn''t it?"
A familiar family name somehow resonated.
Ascal engaged in deductive reasoning for a moment in his mind.
As far as he knew, there was only one Senestia Ducal family in the empire.
And among the youngdies of the Senestia family, there was only one who worked as an imperial official.
"Sushia..."
"Oh? Is she an acquaintance? That would make the process much smoother, wouldnt it?"
"She won''t do."
"Why not?"
"Just... she won''t do."
''Ah, just not possible.''Lucia, visibly irked by the irresponsible rejection, rose from her seat and took a step towards Ascal.
Just as Lucia was about to fire off a retort, she finally noticed Lia, who had not found an opportunity to interject.
Lucia had a habit of not paying much attention to her surroundings when she was deeply engrossed in something.
Upon seeing Lia, Lucia bowed in greeting.
"I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. I am Lucia Debrue from the Baron Debrue family. And you are?"
"It''s my fault as well for thete introduction. I''m Lia Cinus from the Viscount Cinus family."
The two women exchanged greetings with such formality that it seemed almost like a contest of who could do it more impably.
After finishing the pleasantries, Lucia whispered to Ascal.
-If you brought a woman, you should have told me earlier, Brother.
-I didn''t bring her.
-Well, anyway she is quite remarkable. Appearance 10.
Lucia said with a smile.
"Do you happen to know where the current alliances of the Empire are?"
"Officially, the Kingdom of Ludibrium, the Kingdom of Kelli, and the White Tower."
"What is the name of the trade route in the north of the Empire?"
"The Northern Sun Route."
"Which estate recently produced the highest-rated wine in the Empire?"
"The Baitz wine from the Viscount Leteil estate, though thend where that winees from is actually imperial territory, part of the Empire."
"Intelligence 10."
Lucia''s quill pen danced across the parchment.
-Lia Cinus. Background 7. Intelligence 10. Appearance 10. Personality ?
"How would you react if, on your wedding night, your husband disappeared and upon searching, you found him in the midst of having an affair with a prostitute."
"Lucia. Stop."
Lucia seemed to realize that her question crossed the line and fell silent.
Ascal had once again saved his family from a potentially disastrous predicament...
"You douse them with oil, drop the candbra you''re holding to set the two aze, and then care for your husband who can no longer move for the rest of his life."
"..."
Inwardly, Ascal scored her Personality as a 1.
Lucia toyed with her feather pen.
Swoosh swoosh.
-Lia Cinus. Background 7. Intelligence 10. Appearance 10. Personality 10. Noteworthy Point: Well-spoken.
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Chapter 38:
Chapter 38:
Chapter 38: Something is Off About the Matchmaking
Regardless of the era, when the eldest son came home to the family house, there were usually two patterns.
One was rather pitiable: having troubled their parents greatly, as soon as they returned home, they couldn''t rest as they were fed nothing but scornful nces and wandered the house listlessly like a ghost.
The other was the eldest son who upholds the family''s honor and, during his stay, was treated with such reverence that he needn''t lift a finger.
Ascal was, of course, thetter. Though it was not his intention.
"My son. Make yourself at home and befortable."
Arthur, beaming with contentment, patted Ascal''s shoulder as hey rxed.
These days, Arthur was satisfied.
Arthur wasn''t a sociable man. If one were to ssify his rtionships, he''d be the type to have a few deep connections. Yet, when asionally meeting with close friends, it was inevitable for family boasting toe up, especially at his age.
It was a recent story.
"My son has just entered the Magic Tower."
"My third won the swordsmanship tournament."
This incessant parental bragging was almost nauseating.
Whenever such conversations arose, Arthur would pretend not to hear and would deflect.
But those long-held grievances were now over.
"My son."
Arthur spoke softly.
"Ascal Debrue."
After that, children''s aplishments no longer dominated the conversations.
...
Ascal found himself spending a luxurious vacation under the proud gaze of his family.
"Brother, try these new berrys we''ve got! Shall I peel them for you? Just a moment!"
Berrys found their way into Ascal''s mouth, already peeled.
"Now, spit the seeds here."
Lucia held out a bowl. Ascal was about to spit out the seeds but then thought better of it and sat up for the first time in a while.
"I''ll peel and eat the berrys myself."
"Will you now?"
Ascal began to peel the berrys himself.
"Everyone, apuse! Brother has peeled the berrys himself!"
p, p, p, p, p, p!
The servants stopped their work and apuded in unison.
"As expected, there''s nothing our brother can''t do!"
Ascal looked at Lucia with a sense of absurdity.
To receive such treatment for merely peeling a berrys.
It felt like he was an animal being domesticated.If there was anything to be upset about, it was the fact that he was not feeling too bad.
"Oh dear, look at the time. I almost caused a big trouble."
Lucia drew the curtains, blocking all the sunlight from entering the room.
"I almost missed your naptime, brother."
She then firmly ced a small bell into Ascal''s hand.
"Ring this whenever you need anything."
To ensure she didn''t disturb her brother''s naptime, Lucia left the room. The servants also bowed their heads and disappeared.
Left alone in the room, Ascal felt an indescribable emotion...
Was this, was this right?
****
Meanwhile, in the Debrue family''s garden:
"Do you also know how to handle a sword?"
"Yes. I have been practicing steadily since I was young, but I''m sure there are many shorings in the eyes of the Baron."
Normally at this time, Arthur would be practicing his swordsmanship.
Swinging under the sunlight, one started to feel the blood circte in the weary body. Then, pouring a bucket of cold water over the sweat-soaked body brings back vitality.
But today, there was a guest.
Lia Cinus.
A woman his son had brought home. At first, Arthur didn''t think much of it, but his daughter Lucia had given him a firm heads-up.
''She''s a candidate for your daughter-inw, Father. Please test her if possible.''
A test.
But what exactly was he to test?
Arthur was clueless. However, ignoring Lucia''s request would only lead to further annoyanceter. So, it seemed better to at least go through the motions.
"Shall we have a sparring match?"
It was a question asked without much expectation.
Naturally, he thought she would refuse.
"If you don''t mind my inadequacies."
"If you''re inadequate, you simply need to fill in what''s missing."
Arthur extended a practice sword brought by a servant to Lia. She took the sword and assumed her stance. Arthur''s gaze shifted.
''Quite impressive.''
Arthur closed the distance first.
The swords shed.
Her shoulders twitched. This woman named Lia, she knew her way around a sword. No. It wasn''t just knowing.
She was a master.
How long had it been since he''d met a worthy opponent? A pleased smile spread across Arthur''s face.
The sparring between the two continued untilte into the afternoon.****"When do you n to proceed with the marriage?"
"What are you talking about?"
Ascal, who had been rolling around in bed, stopped abruptly.
"That woman Lia, shes quite a catch. You are over twenty, isnt it about time to start thinking about an heir? If theres no one else in your mind, just marry her."
He had been dithering, and now it hade to this.
He had a hunchtely that his father was quite taken with Lia. Whenever they had a moment, they were in the garden, crossing swords. And it seemed like his father had grown quite fond of her.
Like a father-inw and son-inw who share amon hobby of fishing.
Predicting his father''s thoughts probably went something like this:
If he gets married. Lia will always be at the house. There will always be an opportunity for sparring.
But Ascal knew...
This marriage was fundamentally impossible. Lia''s true status was that of an imperial princess. She was out of the league of a mere baronial family.
Surely, Lia would think the same.
Ascal sought out Lia to subtly convey this sentiment.
''It seems like my father has this idea, but he seems to have a misunderstanding. Shouldnt we clear this up?''If he knew Yulia, she would surely explode in anger here. After all, she was a tyrant.
However,
Lia quietly blushed and then fidgeted with her fingers for a while without saying anything.
"Is is that so?"
''Princess.''
''Please don''t be like this.''
Feeling the atmosphere as if she mighte out with something momentous, Ascal hurriedly left the ce.He needed to figure something out.
After running his brain at full throttle for a while, Ascal came up with a decisive move.
Why hadn''t he thought of such a brilliant solution before?
Ascal immediately went to where Lucia was.
...
"You''re considering matchmaking?"
"Yes. Marriage is a serious choice that shouldn''t be taken lightly, right? We should keep as many options open as possible."
"Hmm... there''s a point there. Ill prepare everything."
Once someone became an official, because they knew the empire''s secrets, they were always under the watch of the emperor''s hounds. However, there was a third way out.
That was, to marry and carry on the title of baron.
What were they going to do if he said ''I will carry on my family name?''
Moreover, in the case of central nobility, there were quite a few who led a bureaucratic life while holding a title, but Ascal''s estate was in the countryside.
Getting married and continuing the family line was the perfect excuse to resign from the administration.
And when the empire started to fall apart, the whole family could just make a night escape.
It was a wless n.
"I''ve spread the word to as many youngdies as possible."
"I just need someone suitable. Strong legs would be a plus."
"That won''t do. Your reputation is sky-high right now; we cant waste this opportunity to find the best match."
And so, Lucia used her connections to get the word out.
The letters were wrapped in various pleasantries and polite inquiries, but the gist was this:
Initially, Lucia thought she would have maybe four or five responses at most.
It wasn''t as if eligible bachelors were rare, and marriage, after all, required caution.
But Lucia overlooked something.
How fast rumors spread in this aristocratic society.
This letter, that began at the furthest reaches of the Empire-"Ascal Debrue is looking for a marriage partner."
-"Really? I want to go for sure."
-"If I happened to catch his eye, wouldnt that be amazing?"
-"I want to go too."
...
"It''s... it''s unbelievable Brother. Twelve, a whopping twelve people have applied for the position..."
Originally, the n was to see each candidate one by one, but with this many people, it was impossible timewise.In the end, they had to call everyone to the estate at once.
Not long after, a tremendous number of processions began to gather in the estate.
Twelve youngdies, their attendants, their friends, and pleasure-seekers gathered together.
You really made the right decision expanding the houseIf they hadn''t expanded the house into a grand mansion, it would have been impossible to amodate everyone.
Ascal unfolded the matchmaking list silently.
1. Emilia Lesh2. Iris Sordia3. Catherine Forster11. Lia Cinus12. Seri Lavione
There were two odd names on the list.
''Why did these people even participate?''
Lia was, of course, Yulia, and Seri was none other than the Second Princess Serena.
Who in their right mind brings alternate persona to a matchmaking venue?
Ascal''s head was throbbing, and he went outside to get some fresh air.
Flutter-
Just then, a splendid carriage arrived at the fief.
The imperial g affixed to the carriage fluttered in the wind. There werent many who could fly that g - only those of the Emperors lineage.
The man who alighted from the carriage was blonde.
"Hahahaha! Ascal! To think youd consider matrimony without telling me! Im quite disappointed. But worry not! With my keen eye, I will surely find you a suitable partner!"
Prince Kain approached Ascal cheerfully.
Was the imperial family, perhaps, even more idle than the imperial administrators?
Ascal seriously began to regret not bringing Fer to his family home.
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Chapter 39:
Chapter 39:
Chapter 39: Men Understand Each Other
The Crown Prince was in a good mood today.
Actually, it had been like this for a while now.
Ever since he had rid the empire of the thorn-in-the-side courtiers by sending them all to Zt Prison, the empire had been running rather smoothly.
To be honest, there was a time when he considered throwing it all away to live a carefree life, riding horses. But, as it turned out, good days followed the hard ones.
He had to admit, one person, in particr, had yed a significant role in this.
Ascal Debrue.
The Crown Prince was grateful for his dedication to the empire and felt a sense of duty towards him.
''I must find a suitable partner for him.''
A remarkable talent deserves a fittingpanion. As the Crown Prince, he had seen and judged many people. He prided himself on his ability to assess character.
His keen eyes began to scan the youngdies gathered at the Debrue family.
Thesedies hade for the matchmaking. Each one was dressed in expensive gowns, their posture rigid with effort.
To a regr young noble, this would have been an enticing garden of flowers, but the Crown Prince knew that even flowers could be poisonous.
''Lady Emilia, eh? Rumor has it her father, the Viscount, is involved in shady loan businesses. Disqualified.''
Kain politely responded to Lady Emilia''s greetings while mentally striking her off from the list of potential partners for Ascal.
Next, his gaze fell on Lady Iris.
''Oh dear. This youngdy is known for scandals with numerous men and now decides to straighten up? Toote. Disqualified.''
No matter how beautiful a flower was, it needed to have deep roots. A flower that spreads its fragrance and thorns to everyone is not well regarded.
And then, she seemed more interested in him, the Crown Prince, than in Ascal, who hade for the matchmaking today.
"I''m sorry, I must go. I''m a bit busy."
"Ah... Your Highness!"
Kain coldly dismissed Lady Iris and began to worry.
None of thesedies caught his eye.
Most of the young women gathered here were unsuitable.
Could there really be a suitable partner for Ascal Debrue among thesedies?
Yes, there was.
Ady who hadn''t once looked his way but was instead gazing elsewhere.
At this point, it piqued one''s curiosity.
What kind ofdy could she be, to treat the Crown Prince of a nation as if he were a mere pebble on the road?
Kain strode purposefully towards her.
"You''vee a long way, it must have been hard. May I know your name, if you don''t mind?"
Her hair was the color of violets, reminiscent of the flower itself.
A matching light purple dress adorned her.
She had such a unique aura that Kain wondered why he hadn''t noticed her sooner.
Her strong-willed eyes silently looked up at the Crown Prince.
"I am Seri Lavione."
"Ah, Miss Lavione. And you must know I am..."
"Kain, the Crown Prince, I presume. Would you kindly step aside? You''re in my way."
Twitch.
The Crown Prince''s eyebrows flickered.
It was a rare experience for him, encountering someone''s rudeness.
Almost refreshing, in fact.
What gave thisdy the audacity to be so impudent? Was she some secret child of the Emperor?
The Crown Prince turned his head, determined to catch a glimpse of Lady Lavione''s face as she continued to avoid him.
"Ser..."
"Shut your mouth. Brother."
-Press.
Serena''s high heel pressed down on his foot.
Through that pain, the Crown Prince had an epiphany.
''Ah.''
There was something to believe in.It wasn''t hidden; it was tantly obvious.
And she did makeup quite heavily.
''My sister.''
"Enjoy the show."
Watching his sibling disappear into the distance, the Crown Prince couldn''t suppress a nagging question.
''But why are you even here?''
****
Serena sat down alone in the empty hallway of the mansion.
Simply put, everything irritated her.
Her brother showing up uninvited to the matchmaking, thedies giggling and chatting about whatever pleased them, and her past self who participated without any n.
''What were you thinking, Serena?''
Sometimes she found herself irresponsibly iprehensible.
She understood not wanting to lose something to someone else. Then, she should have used her power as a princess to dy or sabotage the matchmaking.
But instead, she chose to participate in the matchmaking herself, not as Serena, but under the false identity of Seri Lavione.
Even if, by some chance, Seri was chosen by Ascal, what then? Reveal that she was actually the Second Princess Serena?
It was a ludicrous thought. She would be aughingstock among thedies for the rest of her life.
"Haa."
"It seems you are troubled."
For some reason, this voice brought a sense of relief.
The owner of this voice had short ck hair and a rugged face that showed the years lived as a warrior.
He looked like Ascal Debrue, only older and with traces of intense physical activity.
Serena quickly guessed who he might be.
The man was Arthur Debrue, father of Ascal Debrue and the head of the Debrue family.
"My apologies. I am..."
"One of the youngdies here to see my son, I presume?"
"Yes, that''s right."
Serena easily agreed. Exining her false identity felt like chipping away at something inside her. It was morefortable to have the other person brush it off.
"You don''t seem to like this ce much."
"Yes... You''re right."
Arthur was direct, cutting through pretenses and niceties.
But this straightforwardness was somehow a relief to the weary Serena, prompting her to inadvertently reveal her true feelings.
"Do you like Ascal?"
"..."
This question, however, required more thought.
Did she truly like Ascal?
She was certainly interested in him.
But that interest, strictly speaking, was like that for a collectible jewel - something to envy and subtly show off at parties, a valuable and expensive essory.
If she were to be really honest, his face did fit her type. If not, she wouldn''t have persisted after being rejected.
But ''liking'' him?
That was a different matter.
''The Prince of the Night.''
Since that day, the only person who had captured her ''liking'' was him.
Ascal Debrue, he was just a little toote.
"No, I don''t like him."
"Then that''s settled. No need to waste precious time on someone you don''t like, right?"
Serena stood up, dusting off her dress.
"Thank you. This has been helpful."
Her mind felt clearer now.
There was no longer a need to stay. Serena longed to return home, sink into a bath, and indulge in some delicious wine and cheese.
But a familiar face caught Serena''s eye as she looked up to thank Arthur for resolving her dilemma.
''Yulia?''
What was she doing here?
Before her surprise could fade, Yulia nced over nonchntly and smirked before following Arthur like a dutiful daughter-inw.
''Did she just...ugh at me?''
Serena could have sworn she heard it.
Her frustration began to simmer again.
''Always Yulia, always taking what I''m interested in!''
If it was anyone else, it would be bearable, but not with Yulia. Rather than being stolen away, Serena would rather let someone else take it away.''Think you can take it from me again?''
Biting her lip, Serena headed back to the matchmaking event, and her resolve reignited.
****
The princess count had increased.
Kain was baffled upon seeing Yulia appear in the main hall of the mansion. Was this the Debrue residence or the royal pce?
Observing Yulia avoiding his gaze stirred a mix of emotions in him.
And poor Ascal, now unwittingly facing two princesses, garnered Kain''s genuine sympathy.
''This isn''t right. Participating in a matchmaking event without revealing their status. They''re my sisters, but this crosses a line.''
Kain decided to inform Ascal first.
"Oh, there you are. Ascal."
"Your Highness..."
Ascal looked like a pig dragged to ughter, utterly defeated.
''Tsk. How did a smart man end up like this?''
Kain was about to speak when...
Suddenly, Ascal shuddered, looking towards the disguised princesses as if he already knew the truth.
Could it be that you alreadyTheir eyes met.
Sometimes, men understand each other without words.
The unspoken hardship and struggle were exchanged in a direct understanding.
"Your Highness."
"Ascal."
Ascal spoke weakly.
"Please save me."
"Well, I''ll do what I can..."
Kain said, ncing towards the mansion''s exit.
Maybe running away is the best option?
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Chapter 40:
Chapter 40:
Chapter 40: Confession, Holy Knight Festival
In life, there are times when one must do things they don''t want to.If one starts giving up on those things one by one, they find themselves trapped. Before they know it, they are in a quagmire so sticky and deep that no matter how much they struggle, it''s hard to escape.As a crown prince, Kain was acutely aware of this reality. The burden resting on the shoulders of this simple blond young man was almost unimaginably heavy.So far, he had managed to endure.However, as a human being, he eventually looked for moments to catch his breath. Over time, the prince had developed a few tricks, like enjoying horseback riding or cking off when he had some free time.As a senior, the prince decided to teach Ascal."Listen carefully, Ascal. I''ll pass on to you the way to ovee this crisis."
"What might that be?"Ascal waited eagerly for the prince''s words. After all, these were the words of a prince, a future king. Expectations were naturally high."Piss yourself."
"?"''Is he mad?''"When I was young, I had more than ten tutors. From the moment I woke, I had lessons and more lessons. I didnt want to do any of it. There was this history lesson I especially didn''t want to attend. Do you know what I did?"
"Did you pee yourself?"
"Exactly. That caused an uproar in the pce, and the number of tutors was cut down to five. Listen well, Ascal."
The Crown Prince spoke with utmost seriousness."Sometimes, the answer is to just let it go."For a moment, Ascal considered this option.Twelvedies-in-waiting, all eagerly awaiting his appearance. The protagonist of a high-society match-making event. In the midst of everyone''s gaze, he could just let go and pee.The event would end immediately. And so would his social life."I think that might be difficult."
"Is that so? I thought it was a good idea. But don''t worry, I''ll help you out in my own way."And with that, the prince patted Ascal''s shoulder and walked ahead alone.Thedies'' eyes followed him intently.For the prince, this level of attention was nothing new, just an ordinary part of his life."Seeing such beautifuldies wavers my heart. The night seems long, and it would be nice to have someone to engage in deep conversation with."A spark of hope lit up in the eyes of thedies. They weren''t there for mere romance; they were there for a match-making event, considering the status and family of their potential partner.
Instinctively, they began to calcte.Ascal Debrue -> Kain BarbaIn this empire, there were few men more eligible than Ascal. But what if it was the crown prince? The chance to be a royal just rolling around at their feet?It was an opportunity too bright to ignore, even if the odds were slim."Hahaha! Everyone,e this way!
****Ascal gazed at the now-quiet hall.
Most of the youngdies had followed the prince, leaving like a pied piper from a fairy tale.
Yet, three youngdies remained in the hall.
''Lady Lia Cinus. Lady Seri Lavione. And... who''s that?''
Regardless, Ascal sighed in relief. The burden that felt like a mountain had now be just arge boulder.
This matchmaking endeavor had turned into a dismal failure due to the royal family''s intervention. All that was left was to safely escort these tyrannical princesses back to the pce.
How about we all have a cup of tea together?
The one who stepped forward wasnt one of the princesses, but another youngdy.
She had a modest appearance, wearing a practical dress unlike the otherdies in expensive gowns. Her essories seemed barely sufficient to match the asion.
But really, who was she?
Ascal was puzzled.
****
Lady Arin Asht, the young daughter of a baron, had ambitions.
At 18, born into nobility but impoverished, she had done all kinds of jobs. Serving as a maid, a tutor, and apanion for other youngdies. She earned money, but at the cost of her dignity.
Despite her poverty and minor title, blue blood ran through her veins.
She always clung to the dream of living a life befitting her status someday.
When rumors spread that Ascal Debrue, the empire''s hidden dragon, was seeking a match,
''This is my chance. I must seize it.''
Arin took out the dress she dared not wear regrly for fear of damaging it, borrowing essories from here and there to adorn herself.
Filled with excitement, she rode a rented carriage to the Debrue family''s estate.
That excitementsted until she almost reached the estate.
''Lady Emilia, from the count family? And Lady Catherine, from the viscount family?''
Arin felt dwarfed.
She hadnt expected such high-rankingdies to attend the matchmaking event of Ascal Debrue, the mere eldest son of a baron.
And when Prince Kain appeared at the mansion, she almost fainted.
''Pull yourself together, Arin. You can do this.''As soon as Arin saw the crown prince leading away numerous youngdies, she realized this was her opportunity.
It was a far wiser choice to aim for Ascal, a fellow baron, than the unattainable star-like prince.
Arin checked her attire and took a step forward.
Looking around, she saw that, including herself, only three youngdies remained. The odds were now one in three.
''Lady Cinus from the Viscount family... and Lady Lavione. It''s worth a shot.''
They were beautiful youngdies, but their families were not as prestigious as the duke and count who had left earlier. Even for someone from a mere baron''s family like herself, there was a chance.
How about we all have a cup of tea together?
Her suggestion immediately drew attention. As Arin wondered if she had said something odd, Lady Lavione smiled.
That''s a lovely idea. I''m a bit thirsty; let''s sit down and have some tea calmly.
Lady Lavione said this while looking towards Lady Cinus, her eyes slightly intimidating.
I prefer not to be around women who don''t know their ce and cling unweely. But since it would be a disqualification as an aid if Ascal''s legs hurt, lets move to another spot.
Not knowing one''s ce?
Was she talking about her?
Arin swallowed nervously.
''Please help me, Father... It''s too scary here.''
****
ck tea with two cubes of sugar. Make it sweet. Right, Ascal?
Th-thank you. You didn''t have to.
Just two cookies. Too much sweetness isn''t good for you.
Today, Lia was here as Lady Cinus, but she was sticking close to Ascal, acting as his aide.
Her intention was obvious.
It was to provoke Seri Lavione, the second princess. It was as if she was saying, ''I already know this mans preferences. I even make his ck tea. What can you do now?''
Loser.
What did you say?
Nothing at all. You must have heard something wrong.
Seri was desperately holding back. She was not known for her patience. Even now, she was suppressing the urge to flip the table and overturn everything.Yulia usually pretended to be a calm and wise princess. However, she often revealed her true self in front of Serena. Was it a long and tiresome connection?
"Do you still sleep hugging that doll? Yeah, the one you took from me when we were eight? You always liked taking things from others, didnt you?"
"I... I dont know what youre talking about."
"What dont you know? Not knowing your true identity, do people around you know about it?"
Lia hurriedly used telepathy magic on Serena.
-Are you insane? Do you n to reveal your identity here?
-So thats where youve been hiding. Working at the Evaluation department, huh? And your superior doesn''t know your true identity?
Serena had a keen intuition.
Lias expression hardened, hit right at the core.
-Wont you also suffer if your identity is revealed? If rumors spread that the second princess is here
-What about you? I can afford to be exposed. What about a collective princess confession?
-Then I guess you dont mind if everyone finds out about your nightly escapades at the theater?
-Ugh. How did you know that!
Neither of them were backing down from theiring out threat.Ascal, sensing the tense atmosphere, sipped his ck tea, tasting nothing.
ncing aside, he saw an unnamed youngdy trembling. He felt an odd sense of camaraderie, caught between giants.
The two princesses continued their silent skirmish through gestures, cing tea cups far from the other, snatching desserts first.
Even a fool could tell a strange battle of nerves was unfolding. Arin, feeling the need to intervene, stood up from her chair.
"Everyone, calm down! On such a joyous asion as Holy Night Festival, the atmosphereeek!"
However, Arin stumbled as her dress caught on the chair. iling to regain bnce, she identally knocked over the teapot.
The teapot spun 360 degrees, spewing water everywhere due to the slippery table.
"Kyaaah!"
Arin screamed.
A perfect aqua ssh ensued.
Everyone, including herself, was drenched.
"..."
It was a mess.
Ascal, seeing the two princesses at a loss for words, realized this was an opportunity not to be missed.
"What is thismotion! Fighting on such a sacred day as Holy Night Festival! Arent you ashamed before the gods!"
Acting was one of Ascals fortes.
Feigning anger naturally, he exaggeratedly wiped his clothes with a napkin and then quickly rose from his seat, heading swiftly for the exit.
''Thank you so much. Unnamed youngdy.''Creating such a perfect opportunity for escape.
Ascal vanished in an instant.
Seeing Ascal leave, Lia, too flustered to even think of wiping her dress, reflexively followed him.
"Ha. Ridiculous. After acting so high and mighty all this time, this is a first... She must really like that man?"
Serena, visibly annoyed, sat still, watching Lia hastily leave.
But what was this feeling? Since a while ago, a sense that if she didnt follow them now, shed regret it for life...
Serena shook her head. It must be a misconception. She was not foolish like Yulia. She always believed herself to be the one in control, not the one being controlled by men.
"I''m so sorry! I''ll clean it up right away! Eek!"
"...Its fine."
Serena sighed as she watched Arin trip over her dress hem again.
****
In the Holy Night Festival, the stars were falling.
Ascal, trying to distance himself from the princesses, unexpectedly stopped to gaze at the falling stars in the night sky.
One of the few advantages of this era was its amazingly clear and bright sky. This allowed the falling stars to be seen vividly.
"Ah... Lord Ascal!"
"Lia."
He had never seen Lia so breathless. Ascal looked at her, dressed ufortably, running towards him.
"I''m sorry. It''s just that..."
"Forget it. I wasn''t really angry anyway."
There was a tradition in this Holy Night Festival.
Speak only the truth while the stars fall.
Thus, Ascal''s words were true.
It was just an excuse to leave the scene; he wasn''t angry at all. In fact, he was pleased to have left the situation smoothly.
"The stars are beautiful."
Yes, they are.The two gazed silently at the night sky.
The sky with falling stars seemed magical.
Lia, or rather, Yulia, took a deep breath.
As beautiful as the stars were, she couldnt truly enjoy them, always hindered by something.
"Lord Ascal. I have a confession."
"A confession?"
Ascal tensed.
Was it finally happening?
Whether slow or fast, it was an eventuality he had to face.
Ah, the good days were over. Today was the day roles were reversed.
"My real identity is..."
Boom! At that moment, alongside a tremendous noise, a shooting star fell. The sound was so loud it almost deafened them.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I was just a bit startled, but I''m fine."
"It''s cold tonight. Let''s go inside."
Ascal naturally tried to leave the scene. Lia nodded. Her dress wasn''t suitable for wandering around at night, especially since it was now wet. Catching a cold would be thest thing she needed.
''Thank goodness for the meteor.''
Thanks to it, his life was extended by another day.
Ascal turned to go back inside the mansion.
And then,
"I am actually the empire''s third princess, Yulia Barba. I''m sorry for deceiving you."
What couldn''t be avoided, eventually came to pass.
Ascal turned around.
Yulia was looking at the ground with a flushed face, as if unsure of what would happen next.
"Is that so."
"Yes."
Ascal spoke.
"I knew it."
"...Yes. Yes?"
Yulia looked up at Ascal, perplexed. His face showed no sign of surprise.
Yulia was thrown into confusion. When had he found out? When she went to the pce? When she was absent? When he came out of Zt?
Ascal touched her cheek.
"You''ll catch a cold. Let''s go inside quickly."
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Chapter 41:
Chapter 41:
Chapter 41: Exaggeration
Ever since Lia confessed her identity, nothing particrly eventful had happened. The arranged meeting fizzled out, and the Debrue estate made a fortune by selling the meteorite that had fallen nearby. Even the meteoritesnding site was being promoted as a new tourist destination.
......
......
Lia came to work.
She seemed awkward.
It was like the morning after confessing a needlesslyplex family drama while drunk the night before, and then regr etting having said too much upon sober reflection.
Please, take a seat, Your Highness.
Ascal rose from his seat and reverently indicated the director chair he usually upied.
......
Lia remained silent.
Would peppermint tea be alright for you, Your Highness? The leaves are freshly imported today.
......
Her ears turned bright red, suggesting that teasing her further might end up in a painful mishap.
Ascal was about to sit down, but then hesitated, straightening up from his half-bent knee.
Was it really okay for him to sit here?
Because, now that Lia was here, this seat, usually reserved for the highest-ranking officials, was no longer appropriate for a mere 5th-grade official to upy unless given explicit permission by the Princess.
......
......
And the Princess, who could grant such permission, remained motionless, as if frozen in ce.
Ultimately, having lost his seat in a matter of seconds, Ascal stood quietly, shuffling through papers. Instinctively, Lia began to organize documents as well.
It was a moment that realized the concept of a standing office, leaping through thousands of years of time.
Click.
Whats everyone doing standing up? Wow. Ive always wanted to sit in this seat! Ill just use it for a bit!
Suddenly, Sushia entered the office and naturally sat down at the director''s chair.
Wow, this isfy. To think the Director-nim had such a nice chair all to himself. How stingy.
She lounged in the chair as if she were the rightful owner, melding into it.
Lia, could you make me some ck tea? And some cookies too.
Sushia stretched her legs out on the desk, beaming broadly.
Ascal silently watched her, then suddenly buried his head in the preid carpet.
Director-nim, why are you suddenly banging your head? Director-nim?
****
After a long silence, Ascal, who had received permission to address Lia as a subordinate during themute to the evaluation department, reclined in the director chair he had regained.
Next to him, Sushia, holding a makeshift sign saying ''I am an idiot who doesnt know her ce,'' knelt down.
My knees hurt... Director-nim.
There are still ten minutes left.Ignoring Sushias whining, Ascal was lost in deep thought.
The information the Crown Prince had passed on this time was a matter of grave concern, even for Ascal. The reason Ascal, the director of the Evaluation Department, had remained a mere Director was that the department, in reality, functioned more like a jack-of-all-trades service center than a formal organization.
However, Ascals achievements were so remarkable, and with the opposition faction divided, there was a growing public sentiment within the Empire to simply promote him to minister.
It was a dangerous sentiment.
''A ministerial position is an immovable national key post. This just cant happen.''
Despite having expressed his refusal to the Crown Prince numerous times, the Prince had merely brushed off his humility as harmful and walked away nonchntly.
The state council meeting was scheduled for next month.
In the end, Ascal had to prove his point with results. Only by disastrously mishandling the Evaluation Departments performance could he avoid the unwanted ending of bing a minister.
When is the uing interview for new recruits in the Evaluation Department, Lia-nim?
Ascal-nim.
Yes?
Lia whispered into Ascals ear.
-"Continue as you have been."
Ascal cleared his throat.
When is the new recruit interview, Lia?
Tomorrow afternoon. Shall I give you the detailed list with the information?
Please do.
Ascals eyes narrowed as he looked at the list Lia handed over.
Since the public evaluation of the department had risen, especially after its renowned welfare benefits became known, numerous talents had started applying to the Evaluation Department.
But what kind of ce was the Evaluation Department?
It was, arguably, the most coveted workce in the Empire, second to none in recent times.
Yet, all these capable candidates were rejected.
What remained were only those with some screws loose, ambiguous characters.
''This is more like the kind of talent suitable for the Evaluation Department.''
Ascal nodded in satisfaction.
Hey, this name, its my friend.
This thick-headeds, I mean, among these candidates, you have a friend?
Yes. Here, Arin Asht. Shes my friend.
Sushia, kneeling, pointed to the name on the list with a gesture of her chin.
Arin Asht... It sounded familiar.
Ascal desperately tried to recall where he had heard the name.
But to no avail.
****
A few days ago, during the matchmaking event at Debrue house:
Im so sorry! Illpensate for the dress... I dont have the money right now, but Ill work and pay it back!
Its okay. Dont worry about it. A dress like this can just be discarded.
Discard... Youre going to discard it? If youre throwing it away, can I have it?
Serena looked at Lady Arin, who stared back with tears welling up in her eyes, almost in disbelief.
Sure. Take it.
Thank you so much! I wont forget this kindness!
Serena couldnt help but smirk. After constantly dealing with arrogant nobles, encountering such a youngdy was refreshingly novel. It was akin to watching a capybara, or perhaps a hamster.
Here, try this too.
Serena picked up a cookie between her fingers. Arin took it with her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
Pfft.
''What to do with this girl... A hapless, blundering fool.''
As Serena habitually pondered, an idea strucked her.
Yulia mentioned she works in the Evaluation Department, didnt she?
If she could throw this fool into the Evaluation Department, wouldnt it be amusing to see Yulia flustered?
Of course, the chances of her passing were slim. But if it came to it, she could manipte the situation and ensure her eptance.
Hey. Ever thought about working? Theres this ce in the Empire thats really taking off. They pay well too.
Where is that?
Yeah. Its called the Evaluation Department.
Serenas smile was sly, the kind she wore when plotting schemes.
****
At the Evaluation Departments interview room:
The top brass of the Evaluation Department had gathered, ready to solemnly assess the candidates.
Department 1 Head, Kane.Department 2 Head, vacant.Department 3 Head, Devon.Department 4 Head, Herben.
And overseeing them all, the hidden dragon of the Empire, the Director of the Evaluation Department: Ascal Debrue.
They were prepared to select the talents best suited for the Evaluation Department, considering every aspect of the candidates from head to toe.
Theres no oneing.
Thirty minutes had passed since the scheduled interview time.
Herban broke the silence.
That was right.
No matter how skilled the examiners were, they were useless if no candidates showed up.
Ascal sighed deeply, realizing this simple truth.
Could it be that no one woulde? Were they all such unworthy talents that even the Evaluation Department couldnt hold them?
Just then, someone hurried into the interview room.
Oh!
It wasnt a candidate, but a messenger.
Lord Cyril asks if he can bring his parents to the interview!
He can bring them, but hed better not. Tell him not toe.
Even for Ascal, parental apaniment was too much.
Another thirty minutes passed.
Hmm. Director-nim, it seems weve failed.
Not a single one of the four came.
I didnt anticipate this situation at all.
A group no-show.
As Ascal, filled with despair, was about to rise from his seat, finally, a candidate appeared. An hourte.
Is this the ce for the Evaluation Department interview?
She was someone Ascal knew.
Thedy who had unleashed a full-scale Aqua Ssh on the day of the matchmaking.
I am Arin Asht. Ivee for the interview.
Do you take the Empires administration as a joke? An hourte, a whole hour. Go ba
Lets proceed with the interview.
Ascal lightly tapped the table.
He then read through the information on thedys document.
Arin Asht, 18 years old. From the Baron Asht family. The Asht family, in reality, only had a noble title but was extremely poor. Former maid in the house of the Duke of Senestia.
Shes friends with Sushia
A candidate of unusual merit.
Ascal lowered his voice.
Lets see the prepared materials youve brought.There was a tradition in the Evaluation Departments interviews.
First, candidates were given 1 silver, and with that, they had to purchase an item from the auction house. The higher the value of the item, the more bonus points they received in the interview.
Incidentally, no one had yet broken Ascals record in the interview. The item he brought had been forcibly donated to the Empires museum.
Uh, Im sure I brought it? Where did it go?
Devon squinted his eyes.
Lost it? Such a clueless woman. How can she be so careless
Theres something stuck on her back?
Ascal pointed to something on Arins back. True to his word, there was something resembling a small human doll attached there.
Oh. Here it is.
Arin detached the doll. The doll, with red-button eyes, looked ominous at first nce.
Hmm. Well need to assess its value.
Luckily, an expert appraiser dispatched from the Empire for the interview day was present. Though a detailed appraisal would take time, a rough valuation was immediately possible.
The appraiser took out a magical tool and began to appraise the doll.
!
The appraisersplexion changed.
What is it? Is it a relic-grade doll?
Its a cursed doll. We need to dispose of it immediately. This could be serious!
The appraiser hurriedly took out a tool and set the doll on fire.
Whoosh.
The doll burned to ashes and disappeared.
A silence fell.
p, p, p, p, p.
Ascal apuded.
A talent indeed. Starting tomorrow, report to department 2. Your position will be as a department head.
Lady Arin Asht.
Became the head of Department 2 of the Evaluation Department.
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Chapter 42:
Chapter 42:
Chapter 42: The Ruler of the Skies
There was a saying that if one wants to truly understand a country at a nce, one should visit its capital.
Ascal took advantage of a holiday to tour the empire''s capital.
"Fresh bread for sale! Get your freshly baked bread! Warm and fluffy!"
The city was bustling with life.
Adults hurried back and forth, while childrenughed and yed in the streets.
But Ascal knew something they didn''t.
The empire was destined to fall.
"Why is there an extra piece of bread?"
Ah, that ones a freebie. It''s a new recipe, give it a try."
Is business going well these days?"Indeed. I''ve never seen the economy this booming. Every day brings something new."
The baker, wearing a golden ne, smiled brightly.
Stepping outside the bakery, Ascal noticed a street performer ying music.
''Quite skillful.''
Ascal pulled out a coin to give to the musician.
"Ah, I no longer ept copper."
The hatid out for tips was overflowing with coins.
Was it just his imagination?
There was no hint of the impending doom.
In fact, the empire seemed more prosperous than before.
Yet, Ascal hadn''t changed his mind.
Why would such a flourishing empire fall?
It was due to the festering issues within, coupled with a series of catastrophic events.
Events that would soon shake the empire to its core.
They wouldter be referred to as the Three Great Cmities of the Empire.
And the time for the first cmity was approaching.
"Look over there! It''s the genius inventor, Bernstein!"
Someone shouted, pointing in a direction, and everyone turned to look.
It was a procession on horseback.
The strange thing was that the horses weren''t real; they were machines powered by magic stones.
"Over here, Mr. Bernstein!"
Please show us your face just once!The man riding the golden horse in the center, a long mustachioed man, turned his head towards the noisy crowd. He was the inventor, Bernstein.
His poprity was immense.
In the empire, Bernstein''s fame was unrivaled, second to none.
His string of sessful inventions had firmly engraved his name in the annals of the empire.
Some even went so far as to call Bernstein a divine being of the empire, the saint.
But Ascal knew the truth about Bernstein.
He was nothing more than a chatan who had been lucky.
The empire, trusting him, handed over the grand project ''The Ruler of the Skies'', which Bernstein spectacrly ruined.
The level of his failure was almost unprecedented, ranking as one of the Three Great Cmities of the empire.
"Wait a minute. Your face looks familiar. Could it be..."
Ascal hastily made his escape.
He had the feeling that his time in the city was getting shorter and shorter. Or was it just his imagination?
****
"Today, I have an important matter, Ascal."
It was a familiar face now.
The Crown Prince, with a document adorned in gold, entered Ascal''s office.
And then, his eyes met Lia''s.
"Um..."
"..."
Even the outgoing Crown Prince found himself at a loss for words in that moment.
"May I offer you some tea, Your Highness?"
"Oh, that''s fine. I need to leave shortly."
Until now, Lia had avoided the Crown Prince whenever he appeared at the evaluation department, but after telling her truth, she seemed to have changed her approach to not avoiding him deliberately.
The Crown Prince handed Ascal the document.
[The Ruler of the Skies]
It had finally arrived.
Ascal felt a sense of relief upon seeing the title written on the paper.
"Ho, you seem to like it. Did you guess the content just by seeing the title?"
"The secret airship development project that''s been rumored about?"
"Correct."
The empire had conquerednd and sea, but the sky remained an uncharted territory.
Only monsters, high-level magicians, and the legendary Pegasus could venture into the sky in this era.
But the empire was eyeing the sky.
If the empire could dominate this unimed territory of the sky, it would significantly outpace others. That was the thinking of the empire''s elite.
"What do you think?"
The Crown Prince gazed thoughtfully at Ascal, who was engrossed in the document. It was none other than Ascal Debrue, whose insight was certainly worth considering, even for the Crown Prince.
"Very good."
"I knew you''d recognize its importance."
The Crown Prince replied with a pleased expression.
"This matter is of great concern to the empire. That''s why I''vee to the evaluation department for a thorough check before proceeding. Do you see any potential issues?"
"This n is wless."
[ Chief Developer: Bernstein ]
Once he saw this part, Ascal felt there was no need to look further.
The Crown Prince chuckled pleasantly, noticing Ascal ring at the name ''Bernstein.''
"Bernstein, a great inventor indeed. Aren''t he and you currently the most talked-about names in the empire? Hahaha. The empire''s hidden dragon and its divine being, together atst."
Knowing the oue of this venture, Ascal couldn''t help but wear aplex expression.
The airship demonstration, watched by the Emperor, the imperial family, royals and nobles from other kingdoms, journalists, and citizens, would end with the airship crashing spectacrly in mid-air.
The empire would suffer a tremendous loss of face in front of the entire world, squandering all the invested funds.
The incident would infuriate the Emperor to the point of worsening his pneumonia and shortening his lifespan.
It was indeed a disaster in every sense of the word.
''The empire''s divine being, the saint, will literally lose his head, and I, having actively approved this, will likely be fired.''
Still, thanks to his rued merits, Ascal doubted it woulde to the beheading him. Perhaps just narrowly avoiding?
Ascal imagined himself lounging leisurely on the beaches of the Kelli Kingdom after being fired.
"I''m looking forward to it."
"Likewise."
The Crown Prince, reassured by Ascal''s response, pped him on the shoulder, visibly in a better mood.
"Then, I''ll leave the pre-flight inspection of the airship entirely to you. The evaluation department will take charge and handle the on-site responsibilities. I''m counting on you, Ascal."
Having conveyed his message, the Crown Prince then made his way directly to the recreation room.
****
"I need to select the right person for the dispatch."
Ascal sat quietly, contemting the personnel selection.
This required careful consideration.
Absolutely not someone toopetent. Anyone with the acumen to realize the airship was a scam had to be thoroughly excluded.
"I''ll prepare to go as well."
"You''ll stay here."
"yes?"
Especially someone like Lia.
''Thinking of going on a fool''s errand, and then Zhuge Liang* wants to join? No chance.''
"While I''m away on dispatch, you''re the only one capable of handling any issues that might arise in the evaluation department, Lia."
"Understood."
Ascal cated Lia with a suitable excuse. She nodded, seemingly understanding.
****
After much deliberation, Ascalpleted the selection.
First, Ascal Debrue, the director of the evaluation department.
That was a given.
Second, Herben, the head of the Department 4. An artist of naps, a born genius of ipetence.
Third, the most recently recruited talent.
Arin Asht. Ady bringing misfortune wherever she goes, a troublemaker. One must never get too close to her.
And finally, Sushia.
''Even I''m impressed by this lineup.''
It was a lineup that wouldn''t be outdone anywhere.
****
Ascal, Herben, Arin, and Sussia.
They were on their way to Bernstein''sboratory.
"Are we getting extra pay for this, Director-nim?"
Sushia was the first to ask.
Surprisingly, Bernstein''sb wasn''t far away. The reason was simple: the more sessful the inventor, the more money they had.
That was why they could afford to set up theirb in an expensive central area.
And then, visible from a distance, was the huge airship.
"Wow. That must be the airship in development."
Arin admired the airship visible through the carriage window.
Ascal was skeptical.
It looked more like a showpiece than an actual functioning airship.
In other words, needlessly fancy.
Even though it wasn''t a functioning airship yet, the empire''s emblem was already painted on the ship''s head, and it was adorned with extravagant decorations.
It seemed like a tremendous amount of money had been squandered. It felt like all the funding from the empire had been poured into its exterior.
''Indeed. Worthy of being the first of the Three Great Cmities.''
As the carriage approached closer, guards emerged from a checkpoint.
"This is a restricted area. Identify yourselves."
"Ascal Debrue, Director of the Evaluation Department."
"Let them through!"
The fence blocking the carriage promptly disappeared.
[TL: Zhuge Liang: Zhuge Liang, a famous ancient Chinese strategist known for his intelligence.
You can support the trantion and read 5 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls]
Chapter 43:
Chapter 43:
Chapter 43: The Crabs in the Bucket
Bernstein.
Chosen by Imperial Magazine as the second most notable figure to watch in the Empire. The Empire''s greatest inventor. The Holy Presence, the saint of The Empire.
Even one of these titles would be remarkable, but he had them clinging to him like barnacles on a rock.
Bernstein stood in his vastboratory, muttering to himself softly,
"How did ite to this"
Initially, as a mere assistant to an inventor, he harbored a modest dream: to be a great inventor himself and contribute to the Empire.
But then, a whimsical invention, made by tinkering with discarded scraps from his master, unexpectedly became a hit.
It was a simple toy: press a button, and a cat''s paw would emerge from a box to close its own lid.
When Bernstein heard that this toy had be a fad among the noble children, he was nearly dumbstruck.
After that, every invention he released was a resounding sess. Even those that seemed absurd were met with phenomenal public response.
He even created boots that changed color with the wearer''s mood and a bottle that emitted a cool breeze upon opening. These were hailed as inventions of the century, leading Bernstein to a firm decision.
"I must escape this mad empire."
When he visited the office for emigration, the response he got was,
"We cannot permit the loss of such talent. You may leave by dying."
Dragged to various noble events and constantly hounded by the media, Bernstein grew disillusioned with his life.
"Can I perhaps retire?"
"A genius like you, retiring so soon? Don''t be absurd. It''s absolutely impossible."
The Empire was notorious for never allowing its talents to slip away.
Bernstein felt like he was trapped in a cage.
And then one day,
"Create an airship for the Empire. You are the only one capable of this task. We will provide unlimited support."
The moment Bernstein heard those words, it felt like lightning had struck his mind.
''Leave by dying?''
He thought, ''Very well, I''ll leave by dying. Along with a spectacr explosion of the Empire''s taxes.''
Following this, Bernstein poured all his wealth and effort into creating a golem that looked exactly like him. He had never worked so hard in his life. In contrast, he made the airship haphazardly.
Finally, Bernsteinpleted the golem.
He tested it on his assistants, and none could tell the difference between him and the golem. Perfect. He could remotely control the golem from afar, giving the Empire a big snub while he fled to the Kingdom of Kelli.
It was a wless n.
"Soon, a representative from the Evaluation Department wille for an inspection. Ascal Debrue. But, it''s just a formality, no need to worry."
Bernstein knew the name Ascal Debrue.
The Empire''s hidden dragon.
But he had no faith in the Empire''s evaluations. Likely, Ascal was just as exaggeratedly praised as he was.
With a bit of a testing spirit, Bernstein presented the golem to Ascal.
"Pleased to meet you. I''m Bernstein, in charge of this project, though I''m hardly sufficient."
"Director of the Empire''s Evaluation Department, Ascal Debrue."
Bernstein, remotely observing Ascal through the golem''s eyes, felt a twinge of disappointment.
So, even the Empire''s hidden dragon couldn''t tell the difference?
"What a well-made golem. Truly befitting a genius inventor."
"!?"
Ascal examined the golem from top to bottom.
"But upon closer inspection, there are some slightly alien aspects. Some parts are so human-like it''s almost unsettling. Seems like there''s room for improvement."
This was the first time someone had distinguished the golem.
In a panic, Bernstein rushed out of the golem''s control room to confront Ascal in person.
"How, how did you figure it out?"
"Isn''t it obvious just by looking?"
This man, perhaps...
Bernstein fetched an invention from the warehouse. It was the color-changing boots, hailed as the invention of the century by the Empire.
"What do you think of these?" he asked.
"Aren''t they just color-changing boots? What about them?"
Bernstein fell to his knees.
"Please help me, Ascal Debrue."
''Why is he behaving like this?''
Ascal, lost for words, stared at Bernstein kneeling before him.
****
The saint of the Empire.
The Hidden Dragon of the Empire.
A genius recognizes another genius. The meeting of two such minds brought about a deep sense of understanding.
"It''s ridiculous, isn''t it? I make one toy and they call me a genius inventor. Sometimes, it feels like the whole world is deceiving me."
"I know exactly how you feel. I can''t for the life of me understand this Empire''s ranking system. One moment you''re a normal official, the next a department head."
"Ascal...!"
"Bernstein...!"
After their brief encounter, they quickly became close friends.
Finally, someone who truly understands.
Bernstein brought out his cherished expensive liquor, poured a ss for Ascal, and took a sip himself.
Meanwhile, Ascal''s gaze fell on a ne Bernstein was wearing. An old, shabby ne that seemed out of ce with his reputation. He felt he had seen it somewhere before... something made in his childhood...
"Ah."
As the alcohol settled in, Bernstein''s true feelings began to surface, and heid out his ns.
"The airship is doomed to fail. It''s powered by an outdated magic stone engine, and the selected pilot is a fraud with fake credentials. I''ll probably be executed for the failure."
"Are you okay with that?"
"Well, it''s not me who''ll be executed, but the golem. Hahaha. But I''m more worried about you."
"Why?"
"Well, if the project fails that badly, won''t the bacsh affect you too? No matter what merits you have, the Empire is ruthless in such matters."
"!"
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Ascal stood up abruptly, not having touched his drink.
His expression hardened.
"What''s gotten into you?"
"You, Bernstein! To handle a project so carelessly despite the Emperor''s grace! As an official of the Empire, I cannot stand by and watch this! Arin, are you there?"
As Ascal raised his voice, Arin, who had been waiting outside, entered.
"What''s the matter, Director-nim?"
"There''s an engine here for the airship. Inspect it thoroughly."
"Yes, sir!"
"W-what are you doing...?"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The engine exploded.
''What did he do to make just the engine explode so precisely?''
''I''m still okay. I have four spare engines hidden...''
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
"..."
Stepping outside to the deafening noise, Bernstein was horrified. The airship''s engine, along with all the spares, had exploded cleanly.
How could just the engines explode like this?
Swoosh-Theb''s fire detection system, one of Bernstein''s own inventions, activated the sprinklers.
"We''ll have to make a new engine. Not the old magic stone type, but a new one with improved magic stones. Of course, we''ll need strict supervision while developing the engine."
"Ah, Ascal, you..."
''We''re crabs in the same bucket, unable to escape the Empire alone.''
****
"I strongly rmend Ascal Debrue as the next pilot!"
This was unexpected.
Ascal had disposed of all the old engines, and then fired the pilot with the fake credentials.
Then, Bernstein made a bold move and requested a private audience with the Emperor.
Upon hearing that Bernstein had rushed to the Emperor, Ascal raced there too, kneeling beside him before the Emperor.
"Cough! But, cough! He has no experience, cough!"
"Not true! With his exceptional talent, he can learn to pilot an airship in a month! The first to pilot my airship must be none other than the Empire''s Hidden Dragon, Your Majesty!"
One who has given up on life has no reservations.
If the airship project seeds, Bernstein''s fame would skyrocket to historic proportions.
And Ascal, who thought he''d be overshadowed by Bernstein, almost choked on his own blood upon hearing his words.
The first airship.
The pilot of that airship.
Bernstein intended to throw that title at him.
"No, Your Majesty! A novice like me piloting the airship could lead to disaster! I can''t cause trouble at such a grand event of the Empire!"
"Look at his modesty and caution! Caution is a pilot''s greatest virtue! Your Majesty, he can do it!"
"Cough, there is, logic to that!"
"Your Majesty!!!!!!!!!"
"Ascal Debrue, cough, you will take responsibility and pilot the airship!"
It was an imperialmand.
Irreversible...
''But I can''t go alone.''
"Your Majesty!!!!!!!! There''s enough room in the cockpit for two! What if Bernstein joins as co-pilot topensate for myck of experience!!!"
"Cough, that too makes sense! Bernstein, cough, assist him in piloting the airship!"
"Your Majesty!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As Bernstein despaired, Ascal whispered in his ear.
"Did you think Id die alone? No chance. Bernstein. We''re in this together. Beyond the skies. Hahahaha!"
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Chapter 44:
Chapter 44:
Chapter 44: Two Ministers
After their audience with the Emperor, Ascal and Bernstein became a fate-bound duo. If one tried to escape the bucket, the other would grab his leg with a pincer-like grip, forming a beautiful yet inescapable bond of destiny.
"Honestly, I have to confess. I don''t really know how to build a proper airship," Bernstein admitted boldly.
"Then what about all those airships you''ve built so far?"
"They look fine on the outside, but inside, they''re just malfunctioning junk."
"So, you were really nning to mess up and run away?"
"Thanks for thepliment."
Ascal''s face turned serious.
"So, what do we do now?"
"Which do you think is less painful? Beheading, being burned alive, or hanging?"
"We definitely should avoid being burned... wait, why are we even talking about dying already?"
"Unless we find my old master''s blueprints for an airship, we have no other choice."
Bernstein thought of his master. The grumpy old man had been the best at his craft. If only he hadn''t drowned in the sea while drunk at night, he would have been the empire''s greatest inventor.
As inventors often do, his master left behind many unfinished blueprints, one of which was for an airship.
"The design was excellent, but back then, wecked capital and technology. Now, though, it might be possible. Of course, since we lost the blueprints..."
"These ones?"
"...Where on earth did you find them?"
"Just looked around. You should try to be more organized."
Hearing Bernstein''s words, Ascal rummaged through theb and soon found a bundle of blueprints. It was like when one couldn''t find something, but thire mom finds it immediately.
Bernstein, having given up on understanding and logic, took the airship-rted blueprint from the bundle Ascal handed him.
"It''s indeed my master''s blueprint. It might be possible with this. But weck the manpower and time to start anew. Unless dwarves swarm here to help us..."
"Let me contact someone."
"...?"
Ascal reached out to the Golden Hammer Guild and the Blue me Guild. The dwarves from both guilds rushed to theb without dy.
Seeing the blueprints, the leader of the Golden Hammer Guild grinned.
"This is exciting. Boys, get to work!"
"To think we''d get the chance to build the first airship, you''re truly our benefactor!"
The dwarves filled theb in no time.
Bernstein was at a loss for words.However, building the airship was not an easy task. A few dayster, Bernstein approached Ascal with a worried expression.
"We''ve got a problem. We need to rebuild the engine, but that requires high-purity magic stones. Now, where do we find such stones..."
"I''ll contact the alchemist."
"What do you mean?"
Ascal sent a letter to the alchemist Tey, politely inquiring if they could provide assistance in obtaining high-purity magic crystals for the airship.
The response arrived that very afternoon.
stone avable.>
Soon after, a carriage arrived, spilling an abundance of magic stones. Bernstein was astounded at the mountainous pile.
"What, what is this?"
"Magic stones. Now we don''t have to worry about the engine."
Bernstein was speechless.
But, as expected, building the airship was no simple feat. A few dayster, Bernstein''s face turned serious again.
"We need emergency power. Without arge number of gem frogs, we''re..."
"My family runs a gem frog farm."
"Is the world ying tricks on me?"
The airship was sessfullypleted.
****
The fateful day had arrived.
Bernstein swallowed hard at the sight of the airship, built ording to the blueprint. The construction went smoothly, but the worry was inevitable.
If they failed, the empire''s Hidden Dragon and Bernstein himself would likely vanish from the empire that very day.
"Ah, so this is the airship. It seems smaller than before."
"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince. We''ve incorporated maic technology and a new material with magical levitation properties. The size is smaller, but it''s a much more powerful airship."
"I see. Maic technology, indeed."At a demonstration of new technology, the highest-ranking attendees were usually expected to do nothing more than nod in admiration.
The Crown Prince, fully aware of this, nodded ordingly. In such situations, it was best to feign understanding and move on.
"Ascal, I hear you''ll be piloting the airship? It will be a sight to see the empire''s dragon actually flying."
"It''s all thanks to His Majesty and Your Highness."
Ascal wasn''t just idling around. During the construction of the airship, hepleted a thorough conditioning regimen for pilot training, with three meals a day, eight hours of sleep, and a one-hour walk.
In reality, he had done virtually nothing.
''The airship operates automatically, anyway.''
''Then why the heck am I the pilot?''
''Because... obviously!!! We''re a fate-bound duo!!!!''
Ascal was speechless at Bernstein''s shameless response.
In the midst of this daunting scene, watched by the Emperor, Crown Prince, Princesses, and high-ranking officials from various nations, Ascal and Bernstein prepared to board the airship.
Yulia prayed quietly as she watched them.
''May you return safely, Ascal.''
Serena was skeptical.
''That voice... it sounds familiar...''
The Crown Prince thought to himself.
''I''d like to ride the airship too.''
The airship began to ascend.
****
The airship was flying.
It was in the air.
Ascal watched the people through the window, growing smaller and smaller, as he calmed his trembling heart.
So much had changed.
Originally, a pilot with fake credentials would be flying, and the airship, after a short flight, would crash into a mountain. The pilot, having ejected in time, wouldter be found to have been drinking, leading to his execution.
But now, the pilots were himself and Bernstein.
And the airship was different too.
"We won''t crash, will we?"
"We''ve done our best, Ascal. If we die here, it''s fate."
Bernstein made the sign of the cross beside him.
"Dear Lord, we''ll be joining you soon."Ascal resisted the urge to press the emergency escape button in the cockpit.
Fortunately, their efforts hadn''t been in vain, as the airship was flying smoothly. The ground was barely visible now.
"Wow... Did I really build an airship?"
Bernstein was moved to tears. Ascal clicked his tongue in annoyance.
''The fool. He doesn''t realize that he''s about to be eternally ensnared by the empire.''
"Wait. Why are there so many clouds? This seems unusual."
"Calm down. At this altitude, clouds are... Wait, were clouds always this color?"
Both men eyed the clouds ahead with unease. The clouds were blue, and they were surrounded by swirling lightning.
"That''s enough. Let''s bring the airship down!"
Bernstein hurriedly switched to manual operation, but the airship didn''t respond.
"The controls aren''t working!"
"What do you mean...?"
Crackle!
"Did you two humans dare to disturb my slumber?"
They had long forgotten.
Originally, the rulers of the skies were none other than the dragons. But they had vanished, bing mere legends.
"A Cloud Dragon..."
Ascal uttered the name reflexively.
"You know my name."
The Cloud Dragon enveloped the airship. Held in its grasp, the airship was immobilized in the air as if by magic. A slight exertion of the dragon''s power, and the airship would shatter in the sky.
"We know of the oath your kind made with the empire."
"That pact is centuries old. What meaning does it hold now?"
The Cloud Dragon was once the guardian of the old empire.However, after the contract period ended and the Cloud Dragon grew disillusioned with the empire, it chose not to renew the agreement. While the empire never officially announced the end of the contract, people sensed it.
The Cloud Dragon no longer protected the empire.
"Humans have made efforts. In an attempt to apologize to you, disappointed by humanity, we built this airship to reach you."
"So, you made this to apologize to me?"
It was a soulful bluff.
Ascal kept his expression unchanged, continuing his act.
"Yes, Cloud Dragon. Please dispel your anger and protect the empire once again."
"Hmm. I left the empire not just because I was disappointed in you, but because I couldn''t stop the flow of events."
"The fall of the empire, you mean."
"You know well. The course of events cannot be easily changed. Why should I expend my precious energy on a nation fated to fall?"
Ascal found it hard to respond. After a long thought, he finally spoke.
"But is the empire really doomed?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I also thought it was doomed, but recently I''ve started to have my doubts..."
"What an absurd human. Let me cast a divination."
The Cloud Dragon produced a crystal from somewhere and began to fiddle with it in the air.
Meanwhile, Ascal nced at Bernstein, who seemed frozen in time,pletely motionless.
The Cloud Dragon dered:
"I will renew the pact with the empire! I, the bringer of rain and clouds, , will protect the empire for the next thousand years!"
"?"
The weather cleared up beautifully.
And the Cloud Dragon''s figure was nowhere to be seen.
"Phew. It''s working again. What on earth happened just now..."
Bernstein wiped the sweat from his brow.
****"Hear ye, the Dragon of the Empire and the Saint of the Empire!"
In ce of the ailing Emperor, the Crown Prince read the official decree.
"You have achieved a feat unprecedented in history! The conquest of the skies! This is not only a debt owed by the Empire but by the entire world to you!"
Ascal, kneeling, sensed an unusual atmosphere.
This was undoubtedly the flow of a promotion.
"Ascal, will you continue to serve the Empire?"
"...Yes."
"My hands tremble with emotion. You shall be a minister, leading the Evaluation Department!"
"I am grateful for this honor. But, Your Highness, none of this would have been possible without myrade Bernstein!"
Ascal, spotting Bernstein trying to hide a smirk, beat him to it. Bernstein hastily demurred.
"Not at all. I am but an inventor who merely contributed to Ascal''s leadership andmand. Inparison to him, I am but a firefly before the moon..."
"Look at this humility! Truly a talent to illuminate the Empire!"
"If not for Ascal!"
"If not for Bernstein!"
The Crown Prince spoke with a moved expression.
"Such humility. You both indeed represent the future of the Empire. Naturally, Bernstein, the Empire has also prepared a ce for you. You shall be the minister of the newly established Department of Development and Innovation, and we hope you continue to serve the Empire."
"Your, your grace... I am deeply grateful."
Overwhelmed, Bernstein even shed tears.
It was the moment of the birth of the Empire''s youngest minister and the Department of Development and Innovation, and the man who would lead it.
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Chapter 45:
Chapter 45:
Chapter 45: The Witch''s Forest
The Witch''s Crystal Ball.
Back when Ascal was a manager, he confiscated this item from a witch during an illegal street vendor crackdown.
He had boldly left it in his office as evidence of embezzlement, but surprisingly, no one showed any interest.
The crystal ball eventually became a nuisance. He even thought about disposing of it. Still, as it somewhat suited the office as a decoration, Ascal left the ball there.
He hadpletely forgotten about it until, out of the blue, he saw the dragon casting fortunes and remembered the existence of the crystal ball.
- But is the empire really doomed?
- What an absurd human. Let me cast a divination
- I will renew the pact with the empire! I, the bringer of rain and clouds, , will protect the empire for the next thousand years!
What exactly did the dragon see?
''He should at least show me what he saw.''
Of course, unless one was a witch, it was impossible to cast fortunes with a crystal ball.
But Ascal was confident.
Just yesterday, he had bought and thoroughly read at the market.
In fact, Ascal originally didn''t believe in such things as fortunes. However, when the dragon suddenly appeared from the sky and started fortune-telling with the ball, he had to believe.
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1. Clean the crystal ball thoroughly.
2. Focus your mind, think of a question you want to ask the ball, and say it out loud.
3. If the answer is yes, the ball will turn blue; if no, it will turn red.
4. For moreplex advanced techniques,e to the Witch''s Forest and ask Elenia!
Author: EleniaEditor: Elenia
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What was there to lose? Ascal meticulously cleaned the ball as instructed in the book. It had been neglected for so long that the once-clean cloth turned ck.
Woo-woong!
"Damn it, that scared me!"
He blurted out in dialect in his excitement.
It was a sudden vibration, as if releasing a long-neglected resentment.
Anyway, it means that the crystal ball must still be functioning properly.
Ascal focused his mind, just as the book instructed.
"Will the empire not fall as long as I live?"
The orb instantly turned a deep shade of blue.
So intensely blue that Ascal felt like he needed blue light blocking sses.
****
Ascal slumped to the ground.
Cross-checked by the dragon and the crystal ball, he sat down hard on the floor.
The empire wasn''t going to fall? Then what was the meaning of everything he had done so far?
It was a shock akin to believing he had been a ginseng all his life only to realize he was actually a normal sweet potato.
But he still had questions.
"Can I quit my job now?"
In those brief 3 seconds, the once blue ball turned a cruel red.
"Could I possibly enjoy my work from now on?"
There was no response.
''Was it broken?''
"Is Lia actually the third princess of the empire, Yulia, who entered the evaluation department for some hidden purpose?"
The ball turned blue again.
"Can I escape from the empire?"
Crash-
Suddenly, the crystal ball split in half, turning a dull, ashy grey.
Desperately shaking the ball, Ascal asked more questions, but the crystal ball (aged 3) had reached the end of its life without any response.
****
"Wee, esteemed guest!"
"The guest has arrived!"
Cute little girls in pointed hats circled around Ascal. But appearances could be deceiving. A witch who has lived for hundreds of years was inside them after all.
That was right.On his day off, Ascal visited the Witch''s Forest mentioned in
How did he find the top-secret location of the Witch''s Forest?
It was just in the book. Clearly marked, with an easy-to-follow map.
"I am Ascal, here to see Elenia."
"The Great Witch? He''s here to see the Great Witch!"
The little witch girls, clearly delighted, danced away into the distance, waving back at Ascal from afar.
"Over here!"
"Over here!"
Puzzled, Ascal walked towards where the little witches were.
Suddenly, a seemingly empty swamp transformed into a flower garden.
And in the middle of the garden, there was a cottage.
"Go there! Tell Elenia we guided you!"
"We''ll get praised!"
"Thank you."
Ascal walked up the stairs to the cottage.
Upon opening the door, he saw a beautiful witch with long, flowing ck hair sitting on a wooden chair.
"It''s been a while, noble sir."
"Been a while? We''ve never met before."
"Please, take a seat. You must have questions."
Ascal sat in the chair opposite her, feeling a mix of curiosity and confusion.
"This book. Did you write it?"
Ascal ced on the desk. The witch narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"Yes, that''s right. I wrote it as a yful pastime, never imagining it would reach you. Such is the nature of fate."
"So, the contents of this book are fake?"
"No, they are real. It worked because of the overflowing energy within you, Ascal."
Ascal squinted. He was puzzled by her knowing his name already, and this witch... she seemed familiar.
"But when I asked a question, the crystal ball shattered. Do you provide after-sales service or insurance for such incidents?"
"The crystal ball shattered?"
Great Witch Elenia''s eyes widened.
Ascal unfolded a cloth he had brought. Inside were the two halves of the broken crystal ball.
"That''s impossible My precious crystal ball shattered That should be impossible"
"Your ''precious'' crystal ball?"
Ascal''s suspicion deepened. As he stared intently at Elenia, she turned her head away.
"It''s difficult when you stare so intensely."
"Witches'' ages should never be trusted. Are you that illegal street vendor from before?"
"I really don''t know what you are talking about."
Ascal spoke softly.
"Yulia."
"Kaaaaaah!"
"Got you, the culprit."
Setting up illegal street stalls in the empire, donating faulty balls, and making hime all this way to the Witch''s Forest? Truly deplorable behavior.
"Please, not that name I''ll tell you anything."
"Then tell me how I can escape from this empire and live freely."
"Alright, I will."
Elenia fumbled in a corner of the cottage, pulling out another crystal ball. As she bent over, her posture seemed pitifully frail.
"I will cast a fortune to see how Ascal can escape from the empire."
"Do it quickly."
"Aaaaaah!"
The ball cracked. Elenia, having glimpsed the future through the ball, screamed again.
Desperately clutching the ball, Elenia whispered an incantation, sweat dripping down her forehead.
"Why, why are you doing this?"
"Do you really have to escape the empire? Can''t you just stay?"
"Then show me what happens if I stay."
Elenia muttered another spell.
The future appeared in the ball again.
Elenia spoke calmly.
"Just escape."
"What exactly did you see?"
The future was not absolute.
It could change with even the smallest variable. However, the more skilled a witch was, the more likely they could see a probable future.
Elenia concentrated, finding the one path for Ascal''s escape.
"Save the Emperor."
"How?"
"I don''t know that much. But the longer the Emperor lives, the higher the chances of your escape."
Save the Emperor.
An old man on his deathbed?
What power does Ascal have?
"Do you know how to make an elixir of immortality or something? I have some money."
"If such a thing existed, I would have drunk it myself. I''ve already been providing the Emperor with extremely expensive elixirs... Oops. Please pretend you didn''t hear that."
Thats suspicious.Elenia broke into a nervous sweat.
"Have I been of enough help?"
"Hmm."
"Then farewell, noble sir."
"By the way, those little witch girls wanted me to tell you they guided me here."
"Those little ones"
Elenia''s gaze turned distant, as if she was lost in a memory from the past.
Ascal, sensing she needed some time alone, left the cottage.
''Save the Emperor... The Emperor...''
Even if the empire didn''t fall, countless high-ranking officials had been purged and executed, like traitors thrown into Zt Prison. Who knew when it would be his turn?
Lost in thought, he saw the little witches again.
The little witches were giggling as they fed his pet Fer.
"Was the consultation helpful?"
"Did it help?"
"The service was satisfactory, and the consultant was kind."
One of the shorter witches handed Ascal a flower, reminiscent of receiving a mint candy at a barbecue restaurant.
"Come again!"
"Visit us again!"
It had been a fruitful journey. Ascal left the Witch''s Forest, feeling content.
****
Serena bit her fingernails nervously.
No matter how she looked at it, she had missed the big catch, Ascal Debrue.
Had she done her best? Yes. She had carved out time from her busy schedule to continuously woo Ascal, even participating in a blind date.
But why had she failed?
It was because the Crown Prince and Yulia had approached Ascal before she could.
This time, she was a step behind.
"Ah..."
It was toote when it waste.
It was time to ept defeat.
She still had Count Gaius and Count Telio. If she could win them over, she could form a substantial power base. And then, though she hated even the thought of it, she would have to ally with Yulia to counter the Crown Prince...
And Ascal Debrue.
He appeared fine on the outside, but there must be little substance to him. He seemed like the type to be swayed easily, causing chaos wherever he went.
"A workhorse. A dry man who knows nothing of art. Do you even understand art? I dislike boring men like you."
As a subordinate, maybe, but as a romantic interest, he scored zero.
Serena nodded to herself in agreement.
This was three days before Serena realized Ascal was the Prince of the Night.
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Chapter 46:
Chapter 46:
Chapter 46: Making the First Move
Ascal was experiencing an unprecedented level of pain.
Lia ced a stack of documents on the desk with a thud.
These documents contained the inauguration speech that Ascal must memorize, thews of the empire, and other critical matters he must adhere to.
"Memorize all of it."
Ascal calmly picked up the documents.
The densely packed text was so small, it was nearly impossible to tell if they were letters or ants.
"Can''t it wait until tomorrow?"
Lia''s expression subtly shifted. She untied her always neatly tied hair and spoke firmly.
"Can''t you memorize it right now?"
It was amand from the princess.
Ascal began memorizing the documents, crying inwardly.
''Where do I report workce harassment? Oh right, I''m the minister.''
"Director-nim, no, now you are the Minister! Everything is ready for the team dinner! Let''s go to The Whale''s Breath!"
Sushia entered the office with a beaming smile.
Lia, who had retied her hair, looked at Ascal as if asking, "Are we really doing this?"
Ascal spoke with solemn authority, befitting a minister.
"A team dinner is also part of our duties."
Ascal had sessfully escaped the emergency situation.
****
The Whale''s Breath.
Ascal was filled with new emotions. When he first came here, he was just a low-level official, but now he was visiting again as a minister.
Still, this seemed a bit much.
Ascal was speechless at the huge banner hanging prominently.
"It''s an honor to meet you, Minister. Please, this way."
"Very well."
Ascal followed the staff member''s lead and ascended to the second floor.
Due to the ce being rented out for the entire day, it was empty.
As expected, the sight of officials dressed in formal attire crowding together brought to mind an organized gang, a thought he couldn''t shake off.
And there he was, sitting at the head table, seemingly the boss of this gang.
"Please, have a drink."
Kane, the head of department 1, poured the drink. Ever since Ascal became a minister, Kane seemed to think he could no longer speak informally to him, always using honorifics.
Ascal felt a tinge of sadness at the growing distance between them.
"Thank you."
After taking a sip of the expensive liquor, Ascal looked up. Numerous employees from the evaluation department were looking at him.
When he thought about it, it had been a year full of work and troubles.
''So much has happened.''
A con artist who actually improved magic stones, a hot spring erupting in the wastnd, the third princess Yulia bing his secretary, a restaurant on the brink of closure hitting it big, almost getting kidnapped by natives...
''Really tough.''
How did he even be a minister?
"Minister-nim, you should give a toast. A toast."
Sushia, slightly tipsy, whined.
All the evaluation department officials were waiting for Ascal''s toast.
"I hope everyone here can retire safely."
"Ahahaha. What are you saying, Minister-nim?"
"Seriously."
It wasn''t a joke.
"For retirement! For the Minister-nim! For the Empire!"
The atmosphere of the team dinner warmed up.
Seeing everyoneughing and enjoying themselves, Ascal thought it was about time to leave. It was the duty of a superior to mingle just enough, then quietly slip away after settling the bill.
As Ascal was about to get up,
Amotion arose near the stairs.
"Please, you shouldn''te up here. Today this ce is..."
"How dare you not recognize who this person is!"
"?"
A young man, clearly of noble descent from his attire, forcefully made his way up the stairs with his entourage.
Everyone''s attention turned to the nobleman.
"Such a noisy ce. Everyone, be quiet!"
The man had a knack for capturing people''s attention. Hismanding presence quickly silenced the crowd.
"Show me to a seat."
"Uh..."
"Hmm. That side looks good."
The man brusquely sat down, directly across from Ascal, the most prestigious seat.
"!"
"What''s good here?"
"Lamb is quite delicious here."
"Then bring that."
Ascal, intrigued, ordered themb. Nobody dared to confront the man, his confidence suggesting he might be foreign royalty.
"Hmm. Quite edible. The food in the capital isn''t as bad as I thought."
"Is this your first time in the capital?"
"Yes, it is."
Could this man be a high-ranking noble or royalty from abroad?
"Hey, girl, bring me some water."
"Gasp... Yes!"
The Lady of the Senestia dukedom obediently brought water.
''What is she up to now?''
"May I ask where you are from?"
"Hmm. So curious about who I am?"
Everyone''s eyes were fixed on the man as he spoke.
"I am Shures Nelron, the heir to the Nelron family, recently bestowed with the viscount title by His Majesty the Emperor."
"A Viscount...?"
"Yes. That''s right. No need for formalities on such a pleasant day. No bowing needed."
Whoosh.
The aristocratic-born employees of the evaluation department began to rise. Their backgrounds were illustrious: from baronial, count, and duke families...
Finally, the Lady Senestia lifted a kettle.
''What is she nning?''
"Let''s wish for good luck."
"...?"
Shures looked up, puzzled.
"Ever thought about joining the evaluation department?"
"Yes, it would be an honor."
Shortly thereafter, Shures Nelron joined the evaluation department. Ascal had secured another talented individual.
****
Serena was in high spirits.
She had finally found a way to locate the Prince of the Night.
It was a tracking doll, purchased from a swamp witch.
It was a considerable expense even for Princess Serena, but she was willing to pay for his sake.
''ce a part of the person you wish to locate inside this doll... and then infuse it with magic.''
The Prince of the Night left hardly any traces, but Serena was skilled in magic. Anticipating such a need, she had scoured the stage floor and managed to find one of his hairs in advance.
This wasn''t creepy or unclean. It was simply a magician''s foresight and preparedness.
As she infused the doll with magic, its eyes began to glow.
A sign that it was functioning correctly.
"!"
Serena stood frozen, shocked.
The Prince of the Night was still within the empire?
It felt like a blow to the head.
No wonder she hadn''t found him until now.
Following the direction the doll was moving, Serena set out, her wig firmly in ce.
...
"Hey, beautifuldy. You look lonely. Dont you want to y with us?"
Walking alone on the night streets wasn''t safe for a woman.
Serena easily fended off the thugs who bumped into her, following the doll''s guidance.
Her feet were swollen.
The wind was cold, and her feet ached in her shoes.
Yet, she couldn''t give up, seeing the doll''s eyes glow even brighter.
"It''s cold."
Perhaps she should have taken a carriage.
But the thought of a princess wandering the streets at night, searching for a man? If rumors started, she''d be unable to show her face.
Serena stopped in front of an upscale tavern.
The doll''s eyes turned red.
"I''ve found him."
He was inside.
****
Ascal had lost his chance to leave because of Shures'' unexpected arrival.
Consequently, he found himself stuck in the middle of the drinking party.
"Fondly~ crossing the hill~"
This was the kind of regrettable scene one stumbled upon.
Sushia, drunk, was singing enthusiastically. The equally spirited officials pped and kept rhythm.
"Minister-nim, don''t you have any special talent to show us?"
"Traditionally, superiors are supposed to observe, not perform."
"Oh,e on. Just once, to celebrate your inauguration."
Everyone looked at Ascal with anticipation. The atmosphere was such that he couldn''t easily decline.
Ascal, perhaps due to the mood or the alcohol in his system, felt a rare surge of enthusiasm.
"Actually, I can recite some lines from a y."
"Please, show us!"
Ahem.
Ascal cleared his throat.
The lines he remembered were from a y frequently heard, featuring the characters Isolde and Jerron.
Lowering his voice, Ascal began to mimic Jerron''s lines.
"Do you understand the meaning of a diamond?"
"Oh, that''s quite good!"
This was something he wouldn''t dare do in daylight, butte at night, when people''s sensitivities were heightened, it seemed more eptable.
Ascal''s performance surprisingly resonated well with the audience.
Next was the highlight scene.
Ascal modted his voice again.
"Run away with me, Isolde."
"I would love to. I''ve been waiting for those words."
?
The unexpected reply came from a woman who suddenly appeared. And her voice sounded familiar. Ascal felt his eyes starting to close.
But he couldn''t sumb to sleep this time.
Because Seri, that was, Serena, had kissed him as soon as she finished her line.
Silence fell.
.....
.....
.....
"Kyaa! The Minister-nim has a lover!"
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Chapter 47:
Chapter 47:
Chapter 47: Minister''s Inauguration Ceremony
Late at night,
Lia was alone in her office, dealing with the remaining work.
She was checking the formal attire for the minister''s inauguration ceremony and reviewing the inauguration speech for any inadequacies.
The inauguration was to be held in the grand banquet hall of the Imperial Pce. Since it would be attended mostly by central nobles, high-ranking officials, and royalty, extra care was needed.
This man, really... What would he do without me?
A small sigh escaped Lia''s lips as she twirled her pen. Sometimes, ''this man'' was surprisingly irresponsible, like attending a dinner party untilte when the inauguration ceremony was just around the corner.
Stretching her weary body, Lia reassured herself. After all, he was inherently diligent, so there shouldnt be any issues.
And then, it actually happened.
****
His lips were seized in an instant.
Ascal saw it.
The disheveled hair, the breathless mess, yet the face of the girl looked happier than anyone else.
With a faint smile,
The girl, always scheming and trying to be several steps ahead, was unguarded just for this moment.
She was simply savoring this moment, trying to prolong it.
Her small lips moved soundlessly.
''Once more?''
Kyaa! The minister has a lover!
Startled by Sushia''s shrill voice, Ascal snapped back to reality.
The girl before him was unrecognized by others, but she was the Second Princess Serena Barba.
If he didnt handle this quickly, he would be on the front page of the Empire Magazine by tomorrow, causing a stir as the empires top yboy.
Ascal racked his brain.
Shocked, everyone? That was the show I had prepared. This talent show is definitely mine to win today.
He then sent a pleading look to Serena as if saying ''Please y along, I beg you.''
Serena smirked triumphantly, as if asking, Whats in it for me if I do?
Ascal, in a moment of indecision, saw Serena shivering slightly in the cold and offered his coat (finest quality, wool) to her. It was a bribe.
Surprised, Serena snugly wrapped the oversized coat around her.
Pleased, she said:
I am Seri of the Breeze Theater Troupe. If you enjoyed today, pleasee to my next performance.
Serena gracefully bowed like an actress, holding the hem of her skirt. Only then did the previously tense atmosphere rx, and apuse filled the air.
"Wow, that really startled me. I thought it was real, not an act."
"Breeze Theater Troupe, you say? I must make sure to catch a showter."
The party once again became lively and boisterous.
Ascal let out a sigh of relief, having escaped the crisis.
Then, Serena approached Ascal and whispered in his ear.
"Please take care of me in the future, Prince of Lies."
And like an actress exiting the stage after a y, she disappeared down the stairs.
...
"Sorry, but may I borrow a carriage?"
Serena reappeared, climbing the stairs with her face flushed.
Even she couldn''t venture back on that long journey through the cold night.
****
Ascal had a sound sleep.
He thought he would be restless, but as soon as hey down in bed, he fell into a deep slumber.
Arriving at work in full condition for the first time in a while, Ascal noticed documents on his office desk.
- Pay attention to pronunciation here.
- Emphasize important words.
It was Lia''s handwriting.
She had diligently marked and annotated the important parts of the inauguration speech, like taking notes for an exam.
Also, the previously cluttered desk was now neatly organized, with items sorted by use.
...Somehow, Ascal felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Youre early, Mr. Ascal.
Lia, with her hair neatly tied, bowed in greeting.
Good morning.
The custom attire for todays minister inauguration has arrived. Would you like to try it on?
That sounds like a good idea.
The suit, already half-fitted, was luxurious at first nce, made of deep blue velvet with gold thread. It was so exquisite, he felt unworthy to wear it.
Let me help you with your coat
Lias expression hardened as she approached.
What''s wrong?
Theres something on your shoulder.
Lia brushed something off with the back of her hand.
Just then, familiar footsteps sounded, and the office door opened.
Minister-nim! Yesterday was fun!
It was Sushia.
Her face was the embodiment of excitement as she burst in with a bombshell statement.
She is definitely your lover, right? From yesterday? You cant fool Sushia, even if you fool others.
I told you, it was a staged y.
Lover? y? What are you talking about?Lia expressed her doubts, and Sushia, true to her chatty nature, candidly spilled the entire backstory.
After listening silently for a while, Lia spoke softly.
It seems Ive been quite inadequate as Mr. Ascals Assistanttely. Even in a private setting, one can never predict what might happen, and I should have been more cautious.
No, youve been perfect.
From now on, whether its a drinking party or anything else, Ill make sure to apany you.
Theres really no need for that but perhaps there is.
Ascal hastily nodded his head upon seeing Lia about to let down her hair.
****
The much-awaited day of the inauguration ceremony.
A royal carriage had already arrived in front of Ascals new, more spacious housea reward for his recent pay raise. Ascal felt a chill, realizing that now they knew his address naturally.
Lia was inside the carriage.
Shouldnt she be at the pce by now, preparing for the inauguration as a princess?
Please get in quickly.
Alright.
Ascal boarded the carriage. The royal carriage, with its plushfort, was indeed exceptional.
Lia sighed and said,
Im really worried about leaving you alone, Mr. Ascal, but due to circumstances, Ill have to get off at the entrance.
Because you need to let down your hair?
Shall I do it right here?
It was just a joke.
Despite the busy time of day, the carriage moved smoothly along the main road, unhindered. This was because people had been cleared in advance for the big event. Such was the power of authority.
Even the usually heavily guarded road to the pce opened up easily for the carriage, recognizing the royal emblem as if it were a high-speed pass.
Please read over the inauguration speech onest time, stand straight, and always look straight ahead.
Understood.
Upon reaching the pce entrance, Lia was the first to step out of the carriage. She kept looking back at Ascal, seemingly reluctant to leave.
At that moment, a carriage running alongside Ascal''s caught his attention.
It bore the same royal emblem.
Ascal caught a glimpse of Bernstein through the carriage window.
- Save me.
- What do you mean save? Ive been dragged here too.
This time, there were two newly appointed ministers. Rather than having separate ceremonies, which even for a wealthy empire seemed excessive, a joint inauguration was decided upon.
This meant less attention was focused solely on Ascal.
Having arade to share the burden with was indeed a good thing.
Pleasee this way, Minister.
Upon disembarking from the carriage, a royal attendant was ready to guide Ascal.
Following the attendant, Ascalpleted his final checks in the waiting room and then headed toward the banquet hall.
As he stepped onto the red carpet, loud trumpet sounds began to y.
p, p, p, p.
Nobles of high esteem apuded for Ascal, a gesture of their respect.
It was a moment that truly made him feel like a minister.
Oh, our Minister! The hidden dragon of the Empire has arrived!
At the top of the stairs, the Emperor, who was frail and seated in a luxurious chair, and the Crown Prince, who would conduct the ceremony, were waiting.
The Emperor''s cough was visible. Once imposing among his advisors, he now looked diminished, his shoulders slumped, resembling an aged patriarch dependent on his childrens whims.
He seems like a patriarch who lost his economic power and now depends on his children after retirement
Ascal ascended the stairs, first paying his respects to the Emperor.
I greet Your Majesty, the Emperor.
Cough, With a person like you, cough, the Empire is indeed fortunate.
The Crown Prince covertly nced at the Emperor and then spoke.
"Your Majesty, if you''re feeling unwell, perhaps it would be best to retire to your chambers? After all, health is paramount."
His words could be mistaken for those of a dutiful son concerned for his father, butbined with his expression and gestures, the message was different: The old man should retire to a warm room for a nap and leave the matters here to me.
"Cough, I am still, cough, well enough."
Listening to the cough, it seemed the Emperors condition wasnt too bad today.
"It''s time to make way for the future of the Empire."
The time hade.
Ascal recited the inauguration speech prepared by Lia in front of the magical amplifier. The content was safe and neat overall.
...
p, p, p, p.
After Bernstein''s speech, the Crown Prince brought something personally. It was the ministerial badge.
Each minister in the Empire had a different badge, usually in the shape of an animal. For example, the newly formed Development and Innovation Ministry had a monkey, and Ascal''s was a dragon.
Isnt that a bit much?
The Crown Prince said,
I saw a dragon in my dreams telling me. Your symbol, that is, the badge for the Minister of Evaluation, must be a dragon.
...
Ascal was at a loss for words.
After the badge presentation and the Crown Prince''s closing remarks, the atmosphere in the banquet hall changed. The formal event was over, and it was time for everyone to enjoy themselves.
As the servants were about to bring wine and food, Ascal suddenly removed the badge pinned to his chest.
Whats going on?
It was a sudden move.
The Crown Princes voice held a note of panic.
In a royal event like this, every gesture carried a political nuance. Ascals action could be interpreted as I refuse the ministerial position.
Then, Ascal holding the badge in his palm, approached the Crown Prince.
Surely not, Ascal, you!
The Crown Prince''s face brightened suddenly.
Removing the badge could mean rejecting the ministerial position, but offering it to someone else signified pledging loyalty to them.
And doing so in front of many nobles and royals was an undeniable oath of allegiance.
After all the times he frequented the Ministry of Evaluation, the Crown Prince felt his efforts were finally being rewarded.
Of course, your loyalty is nothing to be ashamed of...
Your Majesty. Please ept my badge.
?
Ascal bowed.
His recipient was the Emperor, now just a puppet without his conniving advisors, coughing in his chair.
But that was no issue.
If there were no treacherous advisors, he shall be one.
Ascal offered his badge to the Emperor.
A single tear rolled down the Emperors cheek.
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Chapter 48:
Chapter 48:
Chapter 48: How to Be a Count with a Cup of Tea
In Greek mythology, there exists the ''Golden Apple.''
This highly coveted Golden Apple was desired by three goddesses, for possession of it would make one the most beautiful goddess of all.
Currently, in the Empire, Ascal was no different from this ''Golden Apple.''
And the question was, who would be the owner of this Golden Apple?
It was a hot topic among the Empire''s nobles.
Naturally, the most mentioned was the Crown Prince. Now, with the emperors sycophants gone, there was no leader among the noble forces to check the Crown Princes solo run.
If the Crown Prince were to acquire Ascal as well, it would be as if a fine horse had grown wings.
"Oh! He has removed his badge. Everyone, look at that!"
Count Devar, who had secluded himself after losing his pet gem frog, akin to his alter ego, made a rare public appearance.
And as always, he began to narrate the situation.
The new minister started walking towards the side where the Crown Prince was.
"Ah... How can this be."
Viscount Seynan swallowed his saliva.
Was the Crown Prince going to win over Minister Debrue after all?
With the strengthening of imperial power, naturally, the nobles would be subservient.
Viscount Seynan missed the days when Duke Sebes was around. Those were the days when they could at least snub their noses a bit.
"Your Majesty, please ept my badge."
"No, he didn''t give the badge to the Crown Prince. It was to the Emperor himself!"
"How can this be!"
"Perhaps he has gone mad... Ahem."
The nobles murmured among themselves.
Naturally, they couldntprehend Ascal''s maneuver. No matter how much he was the Emperor of the Empire, he was already senile. A dead power, so to speak.
In reality, the ruling power was in the hands of the Crown Prince.
But why then did Ascal offer his badge to the Emperor?
"Could it be!"Viscount Seynan, unable to contain his excitement, raised his voice.
"We have overlooked the fact that he too has blue blood flowing in him!"
Blue blood.
A symbol of those who neither see the sun nor work.
Duke Sebes and Count Galtanar both pledged their loyalty to the Emperor, at least outwardly.
Thanks to this, under the guise of being loyalists to the Emperor, they were able to protect the interests of the nobles.
"Is he trying to be the leader of the new noble faction!"
"To think he had such ambition!"
"Ah! Ascal Debrue! Although merely a baron, you have touched the hearts of us blue bloods!"
The central nobles began to express their admiration. Of course, they were mistaken.
****
The longer the Emperor lived, the greater the chance Ascal would have to escape from the empire.
Hearing this prophecy, Ascal visited the witch again and sought a n.
"Here is a tonic. It''s very expensive, containing medical herbs. It used to be regrly presented to the Emperor, but due to unfortunate circumstances, it can no longer be sent."
Elenia and Duke Sebes had some sort of trade rtionship. With Duke Sebes gone, the tonic could no longer be delivered to the Emperor.
They tried to send the tonic through another route, but it''s said that the Emperor has dered he would no longer take the tonic. To her, it seemed he had lost the will to live.
Elenia picked up the bottle. The radiant liquid swirled inside.
"How can I be sure this isn''t poison?"
"We have a whole box of tonic umted. If you wish, you could experiment elsewhere. Shall I take a hearty swig here and now?"
"I had a n too. A precious fruit from Erindale. Thest of its kind that I managed to find."
"This is... the fruit known as ''God''s Fruit''... How did you get this!"
Elenia was astonished.
"With this fruit, wouldn''t His Majesty the Emperor live a very long life?"
"There''s a problem."
"What is it?"
"If someone without ''the soul of a warrior'' consumes this fruit, they will explode and die on the spot."
"Is that true? That''s troublesome."
The witch caressed a crystal ball.
"Swear over the crystal ball that it''s the truth."
"Aren''t those things fragile?"
"This crystal ball contains the relics left from my mother''s remains."
"My apologies. The tonic looks heavy, so please send it by delivery."The next night, Ascal felt a pang of guilt as little witches struggled to carry arge broom with a box of the tonic.
''But how do I give this tonic to the Emperor?''
Ascal began to ponder.
How to give the suspicious medicine from the witch to the Emperor...
What was the reason for giving it?
To prolong the Emperor''s life.
Why prolong the Emperor''s life?
To escape the Empire.
Then why would prolonging the Emperor''s life increase the chances of escaping the Empire?
"!"
****
Ascal had an epiphany.
He didn''t need to go far; if the Emperor granted him permission to resign, there was no need to escape at all.
In the first ce, such a suspicious tonic was never needed.
If he could just gain the Emperor''s unconditional trust, he would naturally be able to leave the Empire!
Gulp.
"Seros!"
Just then, the gem frog Seros jumped up and licked the bottle cap smeared with the tonic.
After being confiscated from Count Devar, Seros was kept at home due to the unnecessarilyplicated procedures for disposal. He was quite apanionable pet.
Crack.
Except for the fact that he pooped at the most random times.
"What''s this color?"
But the color of Seros'' poop was unusual. It was different from its usual color, emitting a faint, iridescent purple hue.
And it smelled oddly familiar, a rich scent Ascal had encountered before.
"Luwak coffee!"Ascal had a realization.
Instead of the witch''s suspicious tonic, wouldn''t it be perfectly normal to serve the Emperor a rare tea he had procured himself?
Moreover, since Seros, who was particr about his food, ate it without any trouble, it seemed that this wasnt dangerous.
Indeed, as the witch had said, this was a real tonic.
After all, if coffee could be made from cat poop, why couldn''t tea be made from the poop of a gem frog?
If the Emperor no longer consumed tonics, then tea was the solution!
Gaining the Emperor''s unconditional trust would naturally allow him to leave the Empire!
****
From that day on, Ascal devoted himself to making tea from gem frog poop.
And it was a week after Ascal pledged his loyalty to the Emperor that he finally perfected the gem frog tea, after much trial and error.
"Your Majesty, it''s cold today. Please wear something warm."
"Cough, thank you, Ascal. Cough. You''re the only one who thinks of me. Cough."
"How can you say that, Your Majesty? All the citizens of the Empire are concerned about your royal health."
Confucianism.
What was its core value?
To respect one''s superiors and treat elders with courtesy.
With Confucianism deeply ingrained in his soul from past life experiences, Ascal naturally treated the Emperor with utmost care.
The Emperor felt the sincerity in Ascal''s actions.
As one ages, tearse more easily. The Emperor felt a twinge at the tip of his nose.
"Cough, you are truly a loyal subject."
"Since it''s cold today, I''ve prepared a small tea party for Your Majesty. I hope it pleases you."
"If it''s prepared by you, cough, how could it not be delightful?"
Finally, the day had arrived.
After consulting with various tea experts of the Empire and tasting a myriad of fine teas, the ''Gem Frog Tea'', which had even passed the discerning pte of Sushia, an expert in tea, was ready to be presented to the Emperor.
"Cough, everyone has been waiting for this old man, cough."
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
The nobles had already gathered in the pce''s drawing room. Viscount Seynan, Baron Trinio, Count Rudeus, and others. These were central nobles who once enjoyed power but had be sidelined after the fall of the sycophants.
Initially, the Crown Prince was wary of their gatherings, but after realizing they only gathered to drink tea and chat, he left them mostly unattended.
It was truly a ''meeting of has-beens.'' Everyone was baffled as to why Ascal was among them.
"Cough, everyone, please be seated. Today, Ascal has brought a new tea, cough."
"Ah! If Minister Debrue has brought the tea, I''m quite looking forward to it."
Ascal snapped his fingers confidently.
Then a servant entered, carrying a prepared tea set.
It was the finest Gem Frog Tea, ready to be enjoyed with the refreshments.
"Let''s drink it before it gets cold."
The iridescent and beautiful purple tea was poured into each person''s cup. Even for the nobles, who had seen and tasted all sorts of delicacies, this was a new experience.
"What is the name of this tea, Minister Debrue?"
"It''s called ''Crystal Tea.''"
"Even the name is beautiful."
Baron Trinio, who enjoyed gourmet foods, was the first to savor the aroma of the tea. He was an unofficial connoisseur.
"...Excellent."
After deeply appreciating the tea''s aroma, Baron Trinio took a sip.
"Such a rich vor... Thanks to Minister Debrue, we are indulging in luxury today."
"Your Majesty, please try some."
"Cough, yes, I shall."
Finally, the Emperor took a sip of the Crystal Tea.
Ascal swallowed nervously. It was a tense moment.
"It''s warm... warming. It makes me feel like living again."
It was a cup that warmed the cold, dry soul.
"How does it taste, Your Majesty?"
"Very good. Haha. The best tea I''ve ever had."
Continuously serving this Gem Frog Tea, infused with tonic, to the Emperor would noticeably improve his health...
Then, there would be no sudden demise due to health issues for the Emperor, and by continually gaining trust in this manner, Ascal could be the Empire''s greatest confidant.
And then, he could feign illness to resign from his minister position.
It was a perfect n.
"...Your Majesty! Your cough has stopped since a while ago."
"Really?"
"Minister Debrue! Could it be because of the tea you brought?"
This was unexpected.
Such a dramatic effect after just one cup?
The Emperor turned to look at Ascal.
Ascal looked back at the Emperor.
With the mood so favorable, he might be able to enact his pre-nned scheme.
To feign illness and resign.
Just as Ascal was preparing to fake a convincing cough.
"Ascal."
He was preempted.
"At your service."
"I find myself indebted to you again. There was a reward I intended to give you today, but even that seems insufficient."
"That reward, Your Majesty? Haha"
"Congrattions, Minister Debrue."
"...A reward, what do you mean?"
The Emperor tapped the desk a few times. Then, as if on cue, everyone kneeled on one knee and paid their respects.
"Though my state is humble, I can still offer you a small token of gratitude."
"...Wait. Your, Your Majesty."
Ascal stuttered, overwhelmed by the solemn atmosphere.
"Kneel, Ascal Debrue."
"Your... Your Majesty!!!"
"No need to be moved. Rather, this is somewhat overdue."
Eventually, Ascal knelt down, only to see the Emperor cing a sword on his shoulder.
"Ascal, in recognition of your unwavering loyalty and your outstanding service to the Empire, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Count of Erindale."
The Emperor, in his heart, wished to give Ascal more prosperousnds, but his options were limited now that he had lost real power.
With a hint of regret, the Emperor said,
"This positiones with the responsibility of overseeing thend of Erindale and protecting its people. Do you swear to uphold this duty and faithfully serve the Empire?"
Ascal shed tears inwardly.
"...I swear."
Ascal Debrue, now Count Ascal Erindale, couldn''t bring himself to resign at this moment.
The official investiture ceremony was held the next day to great fanfare.
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Chapter 49:
Chapter 49:
Chapter 49: Father Competes in the Tournament
At the Evaluation Department Office.
Ascal was away.
He had embarked on a long journey to the Imperial Pce to be the empire''s greatest courtier. He was even staying there, having secured a room for lodging and meals at the pce.
The office was left vacant by the absent minister.
Yet, everything was running smoothly without any issues.
This was because Lia, in Ascal''s absence, was effectively acting as the minister''s deputy.
''I will surely bring back results from the Imperial Pce. While I''m away, Lia, you are as good as the minister. I will leave my official seal with you.''
The minister''s official seal.
This seal was akin to absolute power within the Evaluation Department.
Lia had intended to follow Ascal to the Imperial Pce this time, but seeing Ascal''s earnest attitude in entrusting her with the seal, she reluctantly stayed back at the department.
When will he return...
Lia sighed as she looked at the empty minister chair left deste without its owner. Beside her, Sushia was kneeling, caught sneaking snacks.
****
At that moment, in the Imperial Pce, Ascal, who was earnestly working on his n to resign from his position with the Emperor''s permission, faced an unexpected situation.
"Count, try this. I''ve managed to get the new dessert that they only bake ten of each day."
"Count, could you tell me your measurements? It''s about time to get some new clothes, don''t you think? I''ll gift you something that suits you."
"Count, my daughter is quite virtuous."
Grown adults were following Ascal around like chicks, trailing behind him.
Don''t they have anything to do?
Right. Nobles generally have nothing to do.
Without realizing it, Ascal was being called the Count of Erindale, the leader of the emerging noble faction.
Among the tterers, it was said that he had sessfully established an independent faction, not aligned with the staunch factions of the Crown Prince, the Second Princess, or the Third Princess.
And the Emperor himself was acting as the advisor to this noble faction.
"Hmm"
Ascal hummed, seemingly in deep thought.
Immediately, Viscount Seynan rushed over.
"Do you have a concern, Count? Your worries are mine, allow me to share the burden."
How sweet.
This was a typical trait of the central nobility.
Unlike the territorial nobility, who had their own solidnds and soldiers, the central nobility in the capital had to survive purely on their own skills and developed a strong sense of mutual aid. In Viscount Seynan''s mind, he and Ascal were one.
"I''m concerned about thend granted by His Majesty."
Ascal had received thend of Erindale from the Emperor.
Ifparing to cuts of beef, it would be the chuck eye roll, or in terms of chicken, the neck - practically and needing no governance, given as a nominal gift by the Emperor.
But in Ascal''s heart, the triangle of desire was still alive; it was in a condition that could still attract one or two people in a second-hand market.
"And what of it, Count? Who manages yournd these days?"
"What do you mean?"
"Leave it to a deputy. That''s what everyone''s doing nowadays."
"!"
Ascal had an epiphany.
He had underestimated this pseudo-medieval era; they were already adopting an auto-management system.
Indeed, it was more rational for apetent deputy to manage thend than the rapidly rising himself.
"If you wish, I can rmend someone capable of managing yournd."
"Thank you. I''ll consult with youter."
Viscount Seynan smiled.
Ascal also responded with a smile.
No matter how convenient modern systems and tools are, they merely imitate what humans can do. If possible, it''s best to directly employ humans.
And nobles were a privileged ss with the power tomand others at will.
They don''t have to lift a finger themselves, delegating everything to others.
Is this what noble life is about? It''s too convenient.
At this rate, he might just fall into the decadence of nobility.
''Snap out of it, Ascal.''
Ascal pped his own cheek.
At first nce, the life of a central noble seemed perfect, but it had a fatal w.
Their average lifespan was short.
Throughout history, nobles who chose the wrong side often went down in mes with their choices.
The life of central nobility might seem easy, but it was actually a fierce political battlefield, filled with subtlety and line battles.
It was not that Viscount Seynan and Baron Trinio mindlessly followed Ascal like stalkers without reason.
With the line of Duke Sebes gone, they were simply dazzled by the sudden appearance of Ascal, a golden opportunity.
''I''m sorry about this.''
But they too would soon realize.
That the rope of Ascal might just as suddenly and swiftly vanish, a rotten rope...
****
"Everyone''s gathered here, I see. Haha."
"Your Majesty!"
"We greet Your Majesty!"
"Rx. Are we not all familiar here? No need for such formalities and ceremonies among us."
The Emperor, with his hands sped behind his back, strolled through the imperial garden.
Always hunched shoulders, and a voice raspy from coughing, he usually appeared older than his actual age. Buttely, things have changed.
Ever since he started drinking crystal tea, his condition had gradually improved, and now hisplexion was remarkably better.
"Come now, the weather is splendid. Let''s all have some crystal tea."
Drinking crystal tea had be a ritual among the emerging noble faction. As a testament to their eternal friendship and solidarity, they would drink crystal tea together
"Speaking of which, Count Erindale. I''ve never seen you drink crystal tea."
"I thought it best that others, more deserving than a young one like me, should partake in such a precious tea, so I refrained."
"Count Erindale."
The Emperor looked at Ascal with a solemn expression. Ascal felt a twinge of apprehension.
"I am always grateful to you. There have been many events recently. Only now have I realized how ipetent and foolish an emperor I have been."
"Your Majesty, what are you saying"
"All this time, you''ve been near me without ever asking for a small favor or request. Only concerned about my health. Yes, fundamentally different from those rotten ones who always sought their own interests under the guise of serving me."
"No, Your Majesty. I merely..."
"But Count, excessive loyalty can be a poison. I havee to regard you as no different from my own son."
The Emperor smiled and personally poured crystal tea into Ascal''s cup.
"It''s time for you to take care of yourself. Come, Count. Have a drink."
"Your Majesty"
Ascal looked down at the crystal tea.
It shimmered enchantingly in purple.
Today, too, he had watched feeding the gem frogs and producing the ingredients for crystal tea on his way here.
"I will drink it gratefully."
Ascal was so moved that he shed tears.
The Emperor nodded in satisfaction.
Gulp.
"Truly delicious truly"
"Haha. It''s the tea someone brought, of course. But, is there no way to learn the recipe for this tea? I would like to make it a national treasure of the empire if possible."
"The foreign merchant who told me about it wouldn''t share."
"Well, it''s such a precious tea, that''s understandable."
Ascal firmly vowed to take the secret of the crystal tea to the grave.
****
"Son, I''m here."
"Why are you here, Father?"
"Lucia said you called for me."
Ascal was surprised when he went out to see the unexpected visitor. It was none other than his father, Arthur Debrue, who hade to the capital.
Now that he thought about it, Lucia''s letters, which were always sent like spam, contained such content.
- Now that you are in a high position, isn''t it time to put our rtives and friends in various positions?
In this era, that was a natural course of action.
When one person rises to power, they ce as many rtives and friends in positions as possible.
Of course, if that person falls from grace, the rest also cross the same Jordan River, so putting all your eggs in one basket is a significant risk.
- We don''t have many rtives to speak of. Lucia, you are essentially tied down managing the territory. Father is the only one with potential, I guess.
That was the gist of his indirect refusal, but Lucia interpreted it as ''send Father,'' and thus sent him to the capital.
Ascal decided not to consider the possibility that Lucia sent their father to the capital simply because she couldn''t stand seeing him idly swinging his sword and leisurely riding horses at home.
"How about we watch the festival while you''re here?"
"Sounds good."
The work was mostly done by the Crown Prince. The Emperor was in a good mood. The treasury was full.
These three factors often lead to festivals being held at the imperial pce whenever there''s a lull.
Today the weather is nice, let''s have a festival; today the tea tastes good, let''s have a tea party; today a horse has given birth, let''s have a festival.
Thus, more than ten festivals had been held.
Ascal could understand why the current Emperor was called a tyrant. The Emperor was fickle and mood-driven.
"There''s a horseback tournament."
"Indeed."
Horseback tournament.
The topmost entertainment in this era that one could watch.
The reason was simple.
In an era where only the strong survive, knights were naturally treated as alpha males. And what happens when alpha males ride horses and joust withnces or swords, sweating out in a duel?
And it was sometimes so intense that it could be fatal?
It was a sport that stimted men at a gic level. Naturally,dies and noblewomen seeking their own knights often attended these tournaments.
And the victorious knights sometimes disappear with thedies'' hands in theirs.
In a broader sense, horseback tournaments could be seen as a microcosm of society.
"I should participate."
"Wait. Father?"
Ascal tried to stop Arthur.
He had summoned his father to the capital, only to make him participate in a dangerous tournament where fatalities were not umon.
But without a chance to intervene, Arthur went to the tournament registrar, had a talk, and then entered the waiting room.
"See youter, son. I might bring back a new stepmother for you today."
"Father!!!!!"
****
Several hourster:
Arthur Debrue vs. Kain Barba
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Chapter 50:
Chapter 50:
Chapter 50: Royal Scandal (Part 1)
Ascal, seated in the audience, looked at the arena with a troubled expression.
His father, who had abruptly announced his participation in the horseback riding tournament, had actually gone through with it and even made it to the finals.
Moreover, his opponent was none other than the Crown Prince.
"The victory in this round will grant His Highness the Crown Prince a triple crown! Theet-like emergence of Arthur Debrue- can he stop His Highness''s streak of three consecutive tournament victories?"
It should be noted that the currentmentator was not a professional. A drunkard, who had indulged in alcohol, had simply grabbed a bottle and started passionatelymentating.
Before the final round began,
The Crown Prince looked up at the stands.
Towards where Ascal was.
Naturally, this caused a stir among the youngdies seated near Ascal.
Pointing his finger towards Ascal''s direction, the Crown Prince loudly dered,
"I dedicate this victory to you."
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
The shrieks of thedies, who mistakenly thought they were the object of his gesture, assaulted Ascal''s ears.
"Prince Kain looked this way!"
"No, he was looking at me!"
Ascal, who had locked eyes with the Crown Prince, desperately looked away.
The Crown Prince smiled slyly.
''I haven''t given up on you yet, Ascal Debrue. No, Count of Erindale. I will surely have you.''
Ascal was worried.
''I hope father is safe...''
****
"The winner, Arthur Debrue!"
"Huff, huff. I lost."
It was an expected oue.
Ascal had never seen his father Arthur lose a fight, especially not on horseback. Even the Mongol cavalry of a past life would likely have had to bow before Arthur.
Beyond a perfect unity with his horse, he was practically one with the horse.
That was Arthur Debrue.
"Well fought. Truly the father of such a son. I have much to learn from you and your son."
The Crown Prince extended his hand humbly. Arthur Debrue shook it and bowed.
"It was an honor, Your Highness."
"To think such a skilled talent was hidden away in obscurity... This too is a great loss for the empire. Baron Debrue, have you considered ying in bigger waters?"
"I shall give it some thought, Your Highness."
"Hahaha. The loser speaks too much. Teach me again another time."
"Certainly, Your Highness."
Ascal, watching their exchange from a distance, sighed in relief.
Thankfully, during the tournament, his father hadnt identally broken the Crown Prince''s arm or leg, or worse, taken his life.
It was a nerve-wracking spectacle.
Even without doing anything, Ascal felt exhausted and approached his father.
But Ascal was unaware.
The real event of a horseback riding tournament was not the tournament itself, but what happened after it ended.
"Baron Debrue! You were magnificent! To beat His Highness!"
"Please look this way, Baron!"
"How about a cup of tea together?"
Before Ascal could reach his father, numerous youngdies and noblewomen swarmed around the newly minted star of the tournament.
Arthur, surrounded and drifting away, gave Ascal a thumbs-up from afar.
''Son, this is life.''
It was a lesson Ascal did not wish to learn.****
Since then, Arthur Debrue had be a celebrity in the imperial capital.
Just like a TV show winner who gets recognized on the streets for months, Arthur Debrue enjoyed a simr status.
Even the fact that he was Ascal''s father became widely known, and he began receiving enthusiastic advances from eligible youngdies. Widows looking to change their fortunes joined in too.
Being a widower himself was no barrier against his overwhelming fame.
Today, Arthur Debrue was enjoying histe blooming poprity at a tea party with noblewomen.
"Speaking of which, your son, the Count of Erindale, must certainly be betrothed by now?"
It was a casually thrown question.
The empire''s hidden dragon.
The Minister of the Evaluation Department.
Ascal, recently bestowed the title of Count by the Emperor, was naturally one of the most sought-after bachelors in the empire.
However, rumors that the Debrue family had already arranged a match deterred thedies from actively pursuing Ascal.
"No, he is not."
"Oh my. I only heard about the matchmaking but never about thedy. So that''s how it turned out."
Lady Karenughed behind her fan.
****
"Son, I apologize."
"What do you mean?"
In the distance, approachingdies could be seen.
"Count of Erindale, the weather is lovely today, how about a walk together?"
"Count, what a coincidence. Didn''t we meet before? Near the fountain. To meet you again like this!"
"Oh my, isnt that Baron Debrue next to you?"
Arthur spoke calmly.
Currently, Ascal and Arthur were rumored among thedies as golden catches.
Snaring just one of them would mean an instant life turnaround, and even a fearsome n was in motion by a widow and her daughter, aiming to snag both the wealthy father and son.
"Take care of yourself. The capital is more dangerous than you think. Ill take my leave."
With that, Arthur disappeared into the bushes, his movements agile.
However, Ascal, who had be more of a bureaucrat than a man of action, had seemingly forgotten how to move swiftly. He was promptly caught by the youngdies.
"Hehe. Come this way."
"No, follow me."
The mix of perfume and cologne tickled his nose.
Ascal''s head spun.
Soft touches pressed here and there, his mind growing foggy.
''I need to escape from here...''
"Hey! Where do you think you''re going?"
One of thedies boldly hooked her arm through Ascal''s as he attempted to flee.
"That''s not fair. Me too."
Anotherdy hugged him from behind.
The natural hormonal response drained the strength from Ascal''s body...
''Maybe this isn''t so bad?''
Whats there in life?
He prided himself on living diligently so far. Couldnt he indulge in some marshmallows he''d been saving for a while?
''No, snap out of it, Ascal. Remember all your efforts.''
Ascal pointed at an old tree nearby.
"Look at that deeply rooted tree. My heart is like that tree. Like that deeply rooted tree, I am now silently..."
Crack!
"Ahh!"
Suddenly, clouds gathered, and lightning struck.
Ascal wrapped his coat around those nearby to protect them from harm.
Fortunately, it was just one lightning strike, and the weather cleared up again.
However, the old tree struck by lightning now bore a red mark. One of thedies remarked,
"How romantic..."
It was a heart shape.
The lightning had coincidentally etched a mark resembling a heart, but Ascal did not interpret it that way. It was merely a coincidence.But then,
"This must be your heart."
The youngdy''s cheeks reddened.
"Ah... No, wait a minute...!"
Last time it was a meteorite, now lightning?
''Please, no more.''
Ascal inwardly screamed as he saw the approachingdies.
...
- Why are you avoiding me, Ascal? Don''t avoid me, don''t avoid me, don''t avoid me, don''t avoid me, don''t avoid me...
"Ugh."
Ascal was startled, dropping the letter he was reading. Out of it fell what seemed to be clipped fingernails.
- It seems you''ve been avoiding metely. You meet with Lady Lize, why avoid me? It''s so upsetting, I feel like pricking under my nails.
"Ugh!"
This time, the letter contained a razor de. A slight mishandling could have cut his finger.
Ascal trembled in his room in the pce, too afraid toe out.
Gurgling.
But he couldn''t hide forever. Hungry, Ascal stepped out of his room.
On his way to the dining hall,
"There''s Ascal!"
"Ascal! I''ve missed you!"
He was spotted immediately.
Ascal ran at full speed but soon stopped, weakened by his poor physical condition. He regretted choosing a bureaucratic path over a military one.
Once again, Ascal deeply regretted his career choice, wishing he hadn''t chosen liberal arts over the sciences.
"Hello. Long time no see."
Purple hair, eyes like amethysts.
The girl with a mischievous smile was Serena.
"I hear you''ve been having a hard time. You shouldn''t toy with women''s hearts. Fool."
"I haven''t toyed with anyone... It''s unfair."
"Do you want to use a way to end this situation?"
Ascal, catching his breath, nodded.
''Please, someone get me out of this hell.''
Then the youngdies caught up to Ascal, their eyes like predators on prey, but they stopped when they saw Serena.
"Her Highness the Princess?"
"Oh my. Quite a crowd. Lize, Sonia, Ravenna? You all seem rather eager. But, unfortunately, this man has business with me now."
"Even for Her Highness, you should honor previous appointment..."
"Previous appointment?"
Serenaughed coldly.
"Why need any? This man is my boyfriend."
****
-----
Empire''s Hidden Dragon, In a Rtionship with the Second Princess!?
Recently ennobled Count Ascal, a hot topic for receiving a county. The high-flying Count is often seen with the empire''s Second Princess Serena Barba.
They even seem affectionate enough to be considered very close...
-----
Crumple.
Reading the newspaper, Lia unconsciously clenched her hand. The paper crumpled.
She stood up, her hair now undone.
"This woman, again this time."
Yulia''s eyes grew cold.
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Chapter 51:
Chapter 51:
Chapter 51: Royal Scandal (Part 2)
Darling. Ah~
Ascal reflexively chewed on the strawberry that entered his mouth. The sweet pulp spread inside, a testament to its quality.
These strawberries, supplied exclusively to the royal family, were grown on primend, carefully selected for the best variety, and nurtured with songs and care.
No need to feed me directly, though.
But isnt this necessary to keep otherdies at bay, by showing we are lovers?
Serena, not bothering to listen, pushed another strawberry into Ascals mouth. She was determined not to waste this opportunity.
From the day she found out that Ascal was the Prince of the Night.
Serena had stolen a kiss from Ascals lips.
That was fine up to that point.
But after that, Serena confined herself.
The reason was simple.
On a cold night, wandering outside had led her to catch the worst cold of her life, a flu resistant to healing magic.
For a whole week.
Shey in bed, staring at the ceiling, only recently able to move again. Despite the doctors advice for a period of rest, the news of Ascals arrival at the pce had her leaping out of bed.
There were even rumors of thieving cats clinging to Ascal.
At first, Serena felt her blood boil upon hearing this, but then realized it was an opportunity.
And the n flowed as she thought.
Weve already had our first kiss, havent we?
...You stole it.
Hmm, I was testing. So, it was indeed the first? Havent gone that far with Yulia?
With her...
It was a close call.
Ascal spoke coolly.
ess to further information requires authority beyond the level of a department Director.
What a shame.
Serena smacked her lips. Anyway, judging by the reaction, it seemed that Ascal and Yulia werent that deeply involved.
After being by his side for so long, is that all you have, Yulia? If it were me, I would have already had his child.
Serena scoffed at Yulia.
Then.
Miss Serena! Urgent news!
What is it?
Her maid and confidant, Rosa, hurried in.
In front of her beloved.
Serena elegantly lifted her teacup in response.
Princess Yulia is heading this way, furious! And shes even carrying a sword!
Pff!
She choked.
Serena spat out her tea.
Oh, what a disgrace.
First, Serena wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and then looked up to see if any tea had sshed on Ascal.
You always make a mess, dont you?
And what she saw was Yulia, who had already arrived in the royal garden, wiping the tea off Ascal with a handkerchief.
I heard you were busy with official duties. Must be something urgent to neglect your superiors request toe here?
Thanks to someone.
Yulia sat down.
So at the table, Ascal, then Serena, and Yulia sat in that order.
An ufortable atmosphere lingered.
Did you hear? Yulia? About us dating.
Of course, she knew.
She must have heard the news and rushed to the pce. Serena smiled a Victors smile. But Yulia said.
Who do you think youre fooling? Obviously, its a fake rtionship.
Hmm. Fake rtionship? Were actually in love.
I heard about thedies throwing themselves at Ascal. And after you dered your rtionship with him, Serena, it stopped. Quite obvious, isnt it? He just went along with it, no choice.
Sounds like a usible theory.
And Ascal, he doesnt like women of your type.Crack.
It sounded as if a fissure had formed on Serenas forehead.
Ascal tried to sneak away from his seat, but Yulia didnt let him escape.
Ascal.
Yes.
If youre going to have a fake rtionship, do it with me.
Serena interjected.
If thats the case, wouldnt your superior bebeled a yboy? Isnt it more stable to continue with me?
You cant be trusted.
Hmm. Maybe I should.
And then Serena turned to look at Ascal.
Youll continue the fake rtionship with me, right?
Ascal. Trust me. Its better to pretend with me.
Caught between the intense gazes of both women, Ascal coughed awkwardly.
Well, I...
****----
The Empires Hidden Dragon, or should we say, the Empires yboy! Now spotted in a secret rendezvous with the Third Princess!
Count of Erindale, Ascal, recently revealed to be in a romantic rtionship with the Second Princess, was seenst evening in an informal conversation with the Third Princess...
----
Whats this now?
Ascal, reading the newspaper,mented in disbelief.
Last night, he had returned to his room, pondering over his dilemma, only to wake up to such an article this morning.
He had thought the imperial newspaper, with its cultured journalists and esteemedmentators, wouldnt publish such falsehoods. It was a great disappointment.
I should formally protest.
With that thought, Ascal stepped outside.
Just then, the youngdies were enjoying an early brunch.
Ascal instinctively tried to avoid them, but ended up making eye contact.
Oh my! Lord Ascal!!! Who are you nning to date today?
The cold Second Princess! Or the mysterious Third Princess!?
But thedies reactions were slightly different.
It was as if they were watching the male protagonist of thetest popr daily drama.
Ascal passed by thedies without a word.
How can he be so aloof, no wonder he can charm the princesses simultaneously...
Even his back is cold, feels like I might freeze...It was absolutely maddening.
Even Count Saynan couldnt help but say to Ascal,
Wouldnt you share your secret with me? How on earth do you manage to charm both princesses at the same time... Count! Count!
Ascal hurried to Serena.
...
It seems we have a problem.
Ascal showed the newspaper article to Serena.
Sheughed.
Why is this a problem? Its rather something to be thankful for.
What do you mean?
Youll understand soon. Look.
Serena kissed Ascal on the cheek.
Passing youngdies screamed in excitement.
Congrattions on bing the Empires most popr figure.
...
-----
The Empires yboy, now receiving a kiss from the Second Princess...
-----
...Is this really a newspaper?
Ascal felt like he understood what Serena meant about bing popr.
He protested to the imperial newspaper, but only got a response saying the higher-ups would review it. In other words, it was utterly ineffective.
The Empire had no TV or dramas. The only media avable were newspapers or Magistone Receivers, essible only to a few wealthy individuals.
Virtually all citizens read the imperial newspaper, giving it tremendous authority.
And constantly on the front page of this influential paper were news about Ascals love life.
Kyaa!!! Its Lord Ascal!!! Please, sign here!
The reaction of the youngdies had intensified even more, as if they were seeing a celebrity.
We shouldnt approach Lord Ascal, we can only silently admire him from afar.
Of course, Lord Ascal and the Second Princess are a perfect match.
What are you saying? Were you always for the Second Princess?
Huh?
The youngdies argument escted, evening close to physical confrontation, forcing Ascal to intervene.
Ascal sighed.
How did things end up like this?****
Oh, Ascal. Youre hard to spot these days.
Your Highness! You shouldnt approach me!
What are you talking about? Its a beautiful day, why not go hunting together?
...I did warn you.
?
....
-----
The Empires yboy, Ascal. Was his love life not just about women? Is he pursuing a forbidden love?
-----
What is this...
Prince Kain, lost for words, stared at the newspaper. The imperial newspaper was enjoying its heyday, thanksrgely to the royal scandals.
And now, even the Crown Prince was caught in its grasp.
This is absurd, even for a free press like the imperial newspaper... I must demand a correction immediately...
Ascal calmly responded to the agitated prince.
Its toote.
Kyaaa! Your Highness! Look this way, please!
The Crown Prince had be part of the royal scandal.
Cast: Ascal Erindale, Serena Barba, Yulia Barba, and Kain Barba.
Poprity: 80%
Its easier to give up. Its not so bad enjoying this.
****
Fortunately, as quickly as the publics interest red, it faded. After a few months, the royal scandal thankfully subsided, and rumors even began circting that it was all orchestrated by the royal family.
However, during this time, the royal family, previously seen as strict and rigid, became more rtable to the citizens, earning newfound respect.
I wonder who Ascal ended up dating~
Sushia giggled.
Amidst the chaos, Ascal, having returned to his deste office at the Evaluation Department, stood up from his chair.
Thud!
Ah, ah! Minister-nim?
Ascal cornered Sushia, her heart racing.
You should choose your teasing targets more wisely, Sushia.
Ascalughed and sat back down.
Thump.
Sushia copsed, her legs giving out.
Indeed, the Empires greatest yboy. His name will forever be synonymous with it...
To calm her racing heart, Sushia consumed five cups of cocoa and ten cookies in the office.
Ascal regretted.
...
In a dark room.
The leader of the Spider whispered in a sinister tone.
Ascal... What a terrifying man. Not only has he eliminated two of our legs, but hes also concocted such a scheme...
Despite their numerous machinations spreading rumors about the imperial family, public opinion hadpletely reversed.
To think a single scandal could turn around the plummeting reputation of the royal family... Were utterly defeated.
The forger conceded defeat.
Ascal Debrue, or rather Ascal Erindale.
He had be the greatest threat to the Spider.
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Chapter 52:
Chapter 52:
Chapter 52: Hot Spring Commotion (1)
Ascal leaned back in his executive chair, appearing weary.
Once you be a minister, there are numerous ces you get called to. The Empire was host to many events, and Ascal was often summoned to therger ones.
At these events, he would shake hands with influential nobles and high-ranking officials, socialize a bit, and expend his mental energy. By the end, he would feel almost like a half-zombie.
''Ah... I wish I could go to the Kingdom of Kelli. I want to spend my lifetime there.''
He recalled a book he had read in his previous life, which said, if you desperately want something, believe you have already achieved it. Then, naturally, you will obtain it.
''I am already in the Kingdom of Kelli. Lying under the warm sunshine at the beach. In a warm hot spring.''
However, nothing happened.
As a child, he had saved up his allowance, penny by penny, to buy a book for ten thousand won. Looking back, he should have spent that money on something delicious. Ascal resolved that if he could return to his original world, he would sue the author of that book.
"Its time for the State Council meeting, Ascal-nim."
Lia spoke with a respectful demeanor.
"I feel a bit unwell today."
"If it were something else, I wouldnt mind, but the State Council meeting is crucial for the Empire. You must attend."
"If only someone could go in my ce. Someone more capable and of higher status than me"
Then, Ascal nced at Lia, specifically at the ribbon tied in her hair. Fortunately, she showed no sign of wanting to untie it.
''This is tolerable.''
Lately, Ascal had been checking Lia''s limits how far he could push before she would untie her hair. After seeing her with her hair down a few times, he felt the need to be prepared.
Lia stepped forward and gently massaged Ascal''s shoulders.
"You seem very tired. Your shoulders are a bit tense. Shall I prepare something sweet for you?"
"Thank you."But Lia was no pushover.
Instead, she implemented a softening policy by treating the tantrum-throwing Ascal kindly. Ascal felt a twinge of guilt. Indeed, it was a move worthy of an imperial princess.
"Let''s stay strong today too, Minister. You got it!"
She even raised her fist in encouragement. Was this a signal that if he still didn''t listen, she would punch him in the head with that fist?
"I''ll go. I will go."
Lia smoothly got up and watched Ascal as he put on his coat, tilting her head slightly in wonder.****
The State Council meeting.
A gathering where all the ministers of the Empire and the Emperor discuss the major affairs of the state.
Although it sounded grand, the State Council had only recently started functioning properly.
''No matter what we discuss here, if the sycophants have their say, it all goes back to square one. How could one be motivated?''
But now, with the sycophants gone and the Crown Prince managing state affairs instead of the Emperor, the State Council was regaining its original function.
The attendance rate, which was once a mere 20%, had impressively crossed 50%.
''It''s clear why the Empire fell.''
The ministers who still didn''t attend were mostly from wealthy noble families. They were absent with a bold attitude of ''cut me off if you dare''.
And indeed, they were cut off, just as they wished. Yulia, who had be a tyrant, decisively beheaded them.
The Crown Prince looked around at the ministers and smiled.
"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules. I won''t take more of your time than necessary, so let''s discuss the agenda briefly."
Though it felt almost like a regency, the Crown Prince was not yet the Emperor. He seemed to give way to the ministers with more practical experience.
"First is the matter of exporting improved magic stones. As you know, our Empire''s magic stones are unparalleled in quality and efficacypared to others. This is all thanks to the efforts of the Minister of Evaluation. Let me take this opportunity to express my gratitude again."
"It was just good luck."
"Hahaha. Luck is also a skill, isn''t it?"
Surprisingly, the State Council meeting passed quite smoothly. Much of the work was handled by Robin, the Minister of Magic, and Sorbe, the Minister of Finance.
In truth, it was fair to say that only these two ministers were actually doing their jobs. They approached the meeting with enthusiasm, as if determined to showcase the skills they couldnt due to the influence of sycophants.
Thanks to this, Ascal had be almost like a human cactus, silently lost in his own thoughts.
''I want to go to the Kingdom of Kelli.''
"The second item is about the Kingdom of Kelli."
"!"
Ascal and Bernsteins eyes lit up simultaneously.
"Recently, there have been increasing disappearances at the southern hot springs of the Kingdom of Kelli. They''ve conducted their own investigation, but they can''t seem to find the cause. They might have to close the hot springs."
"That''s unfortunate news."
"Therefore, the Kingdom of Kelli has sent a request for aid to the Empire. If there are any volunteers willing to go to the Kingdom of Kelli to investigate this mysterious situation"
The Kingdom of Kelli was in an alliance with the Empire, essentially a vassal-like alliance.
The Kelli Kingdom, being a resort nation, brought in substantial revenue. In return for protecting Kelli, the Empire received tributes, creating a win-win situation.
"This matter should be handled by the Department of Evaluation."
"It should be the Department of Development and Innovation."
Ascal red at Bernstein.
Bernstein red back at Ascal.
''Give it up, Bernstein. The Kingdom of Kelli is mine.''
''No, you give it up. I can''t just work to death like this.''
Without speaking, their eyesmunicated everything.
"Oh! Stepping up for the Empire like this. Truly the Empire''s hidden dragon and saint! Good. This task will be handled jointly by both departments."
****
The two ministers already knew.
No one would send their subordinates to the Kelli Kingdom. Essentially, the minister would personally go to Kelli under the guise of work, enjoying a legitimate vacation.
However, both ministers couldn''t be away at the same time.
In the end, only one person could go to the Kingdom of Kelli.
"Heads."
"I''ll go with tails."
Ascal chose heads, while Bernstein picked tails. As Bernstein tossed the coin, he looked triumphantly at Ascal.
''I knew this would happen, so I prepared a coin that only has tails.''
Ascal just smiled back.
''Good thing I suspected and switched the coin back to a normal one.''
The coin ttered onto the table.
"Yes! Heads!"
"Argh, there goes my vacation!"
Bernstein clutched his head, no longer bothering to hide his true feelings.
"Unfortunate for you, but you''ll have to support me from behind. Got any useful tools?"
"I''m not a general store, you know."
Grumbling, Bernstein brought out a tool that resembled a thermometer.
"It''s a homemade hot spring water contamination measuring device. It''s certified by the association, so there should be no issues using it."
"How long did it take to make this?"
"A day?"
Ascal looked at Bernstein, speechless.
To think he says he''s ipetent, just lucky? Ridiculous. Such a man should be kept in the Empire and put to work for life.
"Make sure to pack other tools necessary for the job."
"I can''t thank you enough."
"Just bring me back a souvenir."
"I''ll bring something expensive."
But Ascal felt something was off.
Bernstein was toopliant.
"Also, I''ve arranged for someone from the Department of Development and Innovation to apany you to Kelli. It''s a shame I cant go myself... but the person is exceptionally talented and will be a great help."
"Is this talent the kind I''m thinking of?"
"Of course. Excellent in magic and very smart. You know this person."
Bernstein smiled.
''Someone I know?''
Ascal racked his brain for someone he knew from the Department of Development and Innovation, but couldn''t easilye up with a name.****A few dayster.
The day Ascal left for the Kingdom of Kelli.
He discovered who Bernstein''s referred person was.
"I''m Seri Lavione, the new member at the Department of Development and Innovation. I might be inexperienced, but I''m looking forward to working with you."
Serena curtsied, holding the hem of her skirt.
Once on the carriage, Serena tapped the seat next to her, inviting Ascal.
"Come on, we need to get going before Princess Yulia notices, okay?"
With no other choice, Ascal climbed into the carriage.
But he chose the seat opposite her.
Serena yfully tapped Ascal''s leg with her toes, giggling.
"You''re being too yful, Princess."
"I''m not a princess, I''m Seri. Call me that, and I''ll stop."
Ascal dodged his legs here and there, but Serena persistently teased him.
''Bernstein, this is unforgettable...''
His ns for a peaceful, solitary vacation had gone awry. He had intentionally left without any attendants, and yet here was this siren-like strategy at y.
****
"Sing a song!!!! Seri!!!!!!"
And so, upon reaching the hot springs, the two found themselves in the midst of a crisis unlike any other.
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Chapter 53:
Chapter 53:
Chapter 53: Hot Spring Commotion (2)
As soon as Ascal arrived in the Kingdom of Kelli, the first thing he saw was...
"Oh my! The esteemed Dragon of the Empire has traveled this great distance to visit us!!! It''s an honor, truly an honor. I hope your journey hasn''t been too tiring. We will prepare a ce for you to rest immediately!"
The King himself rushed out to wee Ascal and his party.
"Ah, and since my daughter and I are personal fans of Lord Ascal, if it''s not too much trouble, could you possibly grace us with your presence at dinnerter...?"
"Yes, of course."
"Oh my. Thank you so much."
The King, constantly bowing, led Ascal and Serena to the best room avable.
Ascal sat in a plush chair, recalling the earlier events.
"Hmm."
"Curious why a king of a nation would be so humble?"
"Gasp, when did you arrive?"
"Just now."
There were supposed to be two separate rooms assigned. Serena had already changed into lighter clothes and entered Ascal''s room.
"Though Kelli is an ally of the Empire, in reality, it''s more or less a vassal state. You can tell just by the fact that they can''t resolve even small issues without seeking help from the Empire."
Serena chuckled mockingly. The King of Kelli, despite his title, held less prestige than even a notable count of the Empire, like Count Erendale here, for instance.
"But for a kingdom seeking help, they seem surprisingly disinterested in actually solving the problem."
"Oh, that''s because... Oh my, is this your first time dealing with such a matter?"
Serena casually brought over a bottle of liquor, opened it, and poured some into Ascal''s ss.
"What Kelli really needs right now isn''t a solution to their problem, but the assurance from our Empire that their hot springs are safe and secure. That would be enough to regain people''s trust."
Serena took a sip of her drink. Ascal pretended to drink, discreetly emptying his ss.
"But there have been actual disappearances, haven''t there?"
"Whether those missing were drowned in the hot springs or kidnapped, nobody knows for sure."
Sip.
"So, let''s just enjoy ourselves today, just the two of us, shall we?"****
"Hic. Why don''t you get drunk even after drinking so much? It''s not fair, leaving me like this, while Yulia is always by your side, it''s maddening. Look at me too once in a while..."
Thud.
The effects of Ascal''s long-honed skill of discreetly swapping and diluting his drinks were exceptional.
Serena, drunk, had passed out.
She must have been confident in her drinking ability, but her skills were no match for Ascal''s tactics of secretly pouring out alcohol, watering it down, and pretending to drink while actually spilling it into a napkin.
''I''ll have to learn a few more tricks.''
Ascal gently covered the copsed Serena with a nket.
Serena, snoring softly, fell into a deep sleep. She didn''t show it, but it seemed the journey had taken its toll.
Ascal put on his coat and stepped outside.
The Kingdom of Kelli was a unique ce.
It was one of the most peculiarnds on the continent because the south was always in summer, and the north in perpetual winter.
Legend had it that thend was shaped this way due to a battle between two dragons, but the exact truth was lost to time.
Anyway.
Two seasons coexisted within the samend.
This was why the Kingdom of Kelli had been consecutively chosen as the best vacation spot by the Empire''s magazine for three years running.
One could bask in the sun on a beach when they felt like it, and then enjoy a warm natural hot spring.
It was the ultimate holiday destination.
''I''ve always sent my subordinates, but now I''m finally here to see it myself.''
Ascal couldn''t hide his excitement.
However, duty came first.
People had gone missing in the hot springs; how could he wander around the Kingdom of Kelli, worried and anxious?
A true Imperial officer had to conduct thorough investigations and inquiries to uncover the truth behind these disappearances.
And as always, a detective invariably gets entangled in dangerous affairs.Tragically, there are often cases where investigators, passionately pursuing a missing persons case, be so deeply involved that they end up missing themselves.
And in this repeating history, Ascal Erendale was just another name added to the list.
He had already thought of a pseudonym.
''Kalli seems like a good choice.''
To naturally blend into the list of missing, first, he needed to understand how others had disappeared.
Ascal began his inquiries.
****
A. Vige Woman: To me, it''s clearly a love triangle gone wrong. The husband must have pushed her. Why else would a man return from a vacation alone? Maybe the wife was unfaithful, or they fought over money. This isn''t a disappearance; it''s a clear case of murder.
B. Priest: The White Dragon is angry. It''s a punishment for neglecting our kingdom''s guardian deity. If we don''t offer a hundred sacrifices to the White Dragon soon, more people will go missing.
C. Native: The Siren Hot Springs, where the disappearances urred, are hotter than other springs, and the path to them is rough. In my view, it''s likely that someone soaked too long, got dizzy, and fell.
D. Investigator of Kelli Kingdom: Maybe... the hot springs were so hot that people just melted?
****
"Indeed."
The people''s words were of no help. The native''s theory, however, seemed usible.
''I need a more natural route to go missing.''
Ascal conducted on-site verification for his perfect disappearance n.
The Siren Hot Springs, the site of the disappearances, were guarded, but upon showing the emblem of the Empire, he was granted immediate ess.Steam billowed from the hot spring.
It was enchanting enough to tempt anyone to dip in immediately, but Ascal first took out the water contamination measuring device given to him by Bernstein.
Red indicated the presence of toxic substances, and green meant everything was normal.
Beep.
''The hot spring seems fine.''
It was just a bit hotter than usual.
Why then had people who used this spring gone missing?
"Growl."
"!"
''Uh.''
What he saw was a giant bear with white fur. Ascal didn''t turn his back; instead, he slowly stepped backward.
The bear took a step forward.
''Could this creature be the culprit behind the disappearances...?''
A bear, woken from hibernation and hungry, could have attacked the people. This ce was its hunting ground. It made sense.
But Ascal had no intention of being an easy prey.
He was born into a warrior''s family.
''It''s time to show my hidden swordsmanship skills.''
Ascal took a mid-stance, ready to react at any moment.
"Growl."
"?"
But the bear didn''t attack. Instead, it just raised its front paw, standing still as if greeting.
"Growl!"
The bear grunted, seemingly dissatisfied.
''What does it want?''
Ascal reflexively raised his hand in response.
Then, the bear lowered its paw, seemingly pleased, and began to walk away.
"?"
Ascal quickly descended from the hot spring area and exined the incident to the investigator.
"I encountered a bear. It might be the culprit behind the disappearances."
"Ah, that bear? It''s not dangerous. It''s a local bear that roams around here, and it likes being greeted. If you meet it, just say hello.""If that was the case, you should have told me earlier."
Ascal looked at the investigator with a dumbfounded expression.
****
The next day:
"You went to the hot spring alone yesterday."
"It was for the investigation. But, you seem a bit upset."
"Don''t know. I''m sulking. I''ll speak informally now."
Serena puffed her cheeks, poking Ascal repeatedly with her finger.
"Let''s go together today?"
"If it''s for the investigation..."
It seemed the princess had no serious intention of participating in the investigation.
''How can I get rid of this interfering princess...''
Lost in thought, they eventually arrived at the Siren Hot Springs.
"Actually, it''s my first time seeing such a hot spring. And it''s also my first timeing to a resort with someone."
Serena nced at Ascal with a mischievous look. Seizing the moment, she tried to push Ascal into the hot spring with her palm.
But.
''Is that a feather I didn''t see yesterday?''
Ascal noticed something resembling arge bird''s feather and bent down to pick it up.
Consequently, Serena, who lost her bnce, fell into the hot spring.
"Eek!"
Drenched, Serena grumbled.
"What the, really."
Ascal was engrossed in examining the feather. Its size was extraordinary. He had never seen a feather thisrge before, almost like that of an eagle.
Sniff sniff.
Upon smelling it, he detected a strange, fishy scent.
"This is..."
"Kyaaaaaaaa!"
As Ascal tried to piece together his thoughts, Serena let out a scream.
Turning his head, Ascal witnessed an unbelievable scene.
Creatures with the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a bird surrounded Serena.
They were silently gazing down at her.
"Sirens!"
Creatures known for luring people away with their enchanting songs.
The sirens briefly nced at Ascal, then turned back to Serena with menacing expressions.
Then, they began to sing.
A melody so sweet and alluring.
Ascal felt his eyelids growing heavy.
A drowsy haze was descending upon him.
But he managed to resist.
He had developed some resistance to this kind of attack.
Yet, it was only a matter of time before it overpowered him.
He had to resolve this crisis somehow. The thought of Serena being abducted was unbearable.
''Feeling sleepy? Drowsiness is creeping in?''
Perhaps.
"Sing, Serena! Sing!!!!"
Ascal realized something. He was definitely feeling drowsy, but this was nothingpared to the impact when Serena performed as her alter ego, Seri.
Indeed.
Clearly, actress Serena''s voice was superior to that of the sirens.
Serena, puzzled by Ascal''s abrupt request, looked at him incredulously. However, seeing his serious expression, she decided to trust him and began to sing.
"Anfarra, dhal vair, khalin stara mael. Zorindor, rin far, alendor, krae sael, Dorindal, khael rae, belindor, jhae mael."
Her song was melodious.
Ascal experienced a drowsiness far beyond what he had felt earlier. To fight off the overwhelming sleepiness, he had to p his own cheek.
"It''s working..."
The singing sirens appeared flustered by Serena''s song. Eventually, they folded their wings and ceased their singing.
It was as if they had faced a superior opponent in a singing battle and suffered a crushing defeat.
Then, something unbelievable happened.
Numerous sirens simultaneously folded their wings and bowed their heads.
As if they were acknowledging a queen.
"How, how did this happen?"
Serena was perplexed. Ascal couldn''t help but voice his thoughts.
"It seems you''ve been recognized as the queen of the sirens..."
Serena Barba, the second princess of the Barba Empire, had be the queen of the sirens.
"All the missing people were in the territory of the sirens. It seems they were testing them, and those who failed were kept as servants."
Serena, perched on the shoulder of one of therger sirens, spoke out.
"I told them to send everyone home."
"That''s a good resolution."
"The sirens have offered to teach me their songs. I''ll stay a bit longer to learn. They say they''ll teach me songs to lure men? Can''t wait. Hehe."
Ascal broke into a cold sweat.
Anyway, the matter was resolved. All the missing people returned home, and the hot spring resumed normal operations without any issues.
The king expressed his gratitude excessively.
"Truly, the prowess of the Dragon of the Empire!!! Solving in an instant what our investigators couldn''t in weeks!!! Please, stay as long as you wish in our kingdom! Of course, all expenses will be on us."
Though his n to fake a disappearance was foiled, it was a good oue that the missing people were safely reunited with their families.
''Maybe I''ll rest a bit before leaving...''
After sessfullypleting his mission, Ascal deserved a little vacation, and no one could object.
Ascal nodded to himself.
****
A day passed.
A week passed.
A month passed.
"Sofortable... so rxing..."
Ascal, today as well, was fully immersed in the hot spring, enjoying his rest. His chronic shoulder pain had vanished, and without the stress of work, this ce felt like heaven.
"I could stay here forever, now..."
He gazed absently at the sky.
''Incredibly clear.''
''Wait. How long have I been here?''Time had passed so much that Ascal''s sense of dates had be blurred.
''I don''t know. Let''s just rest a little longer.''
Vroooom-
Just then an airship appeared in the sky.
An airship ship? Why?
And it was getting closer.
On it was the emblem of the Imperial Royal Family, painted in ck.
Only the Empire''s special task force could use such a ship.
Their nickname?
The Emperor''s Hunting Dogs or hound, who could stop even weeping officials in their tracks.
"Really, really Fucked up."
For the first time since bing a high-ranking official, Ascal let out a curse he''d been holding back, all due to the seriousness of the situation.
The door of the flying ship opened, and a rope was lowered.
Descending from it was a figure.
"Father?"
The person who came down the rope was Ascal''s father, Arthur Debrue. The emblem on his chest gleamed in the sunlight. It was the emblem that only the leader of the Hunting Dogs could wear.
"I have climbed up the ranks."
""
"Let''s go home now, son."
His tone was like that of a fathering to fetch a son who had run away from home.
****
"Ah, what a pity. If only he had stayed a little longer, he would have been mine. I nned to make him the next king. Ah, such a shame."
A girl with white hair stamped her feet in frustration. White scales adorned her cheeks.
"Yunryong, that guy is lively. Hes too lively."
The White Dragon, trying to calm her heart, reached for the orb she always carried in her pocket.
"Wait. Where''s my orb? Where did it go? I can''t be without it, can''t be."
The White Dragon started to sob.****
"Here, a souvenir."
Upon returning to the Empire, Ascal received surprisingly light reprimand and was released. It seemed his sessful resolution of the matter, and the fact that he was in the allied Kingdom of Kelli, where his whereabouts were well known, worked in his favor. Serena had already returned.
"What''s this? This orb... it seems to have some strange energy flowing through it... Did you pick up something dangerous?"
"I don''t know. Anyway, it''s from the Kingdom of Kelli, do whatever you want with it."
"This suspicious thing? You keep it."
Bernstein tossed the white orb to Ascal, who caught it reflexively.
"Bring something back and this is the thanks I get. Tsk."
Ascal clicked his tongue and slipped the orb into his pocket. It seemed to be of no use, so he decided to just keep it as a decorative item at home.
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Chapter 54:
Chapter 54:
Chapter 54: Returning to the Evaluation Department
After a month''s absence, Ascal returned to the offices of the Evaluation Department.
And he began to write a report.
"As the Minister of the Evaluation Department, Ascal Erindale, havingpleted his mission, should have promptly returned to the Empire to report. However,"
Holding a quill pen, Ascal scratched his head.
Is thiscking in sincerity?
"To be honest, I have been quite exhausted recently. This incident can be seen as a sort of work-rted ident, resulting from umted fatigue and dissatisfaction that had been present for some time."
This was perhaps too sincere.
Sending this report might just end up in receiving a super-fast delivery of a reprimand.
Eventually, Ascal crumpled up the report he was writing and threw it in the trash, then slumped into his Minister chair.
Fortunately, thanks to the envoy from the Kingdom of Kelli, who specifically thanked Ascal for resolving the incident smoothly, the matter did not escte seriously.
All that was required was to submit the report along with a reassurance that such an incident would not ur again, and the punishment was limited to that.
''How can I write a report that will be well-received?''
Pondering this, Ascal found himself wandering the corridors of the Evaluation Department, eventually reaching the recreation room on the second floor.
He casually took off his shirt andy down on the massage bed.
Then familiar hands began to knead his back.
By now, he didnt even need to specify the intensity or area of the massage. Feeling like a regr, Ascal couldn''t help but feel a bit proud.
''Indeed, the massage skills of the Cat tribe are unparalleled.''
Receiving a massage in the lounge during work hours.
It was a privilege only the Minister could enjoy.
"Youre not as tense as I thought. You dont really need a massage. Did you go somewhere nice?"Massaging Ascal''s shoulders, Laika spoke with a hint of curiosity.
"I went to a hot spring for a bit."
"No wonder your skin is smooth and your muscles feel rxed. You dont really need a massage then."
"Is that so? But please, continue massaging just a bit more."
Because it''s time to y hooky.
"Then, I''ll show you the Cat tribe''s secret technique, the Fire Stone."
Fire Stone?
Just the name sounded extraordinary.
What kind of technique could it be?
Laika turned off the lights and drew the curtains, making the area around the massage bed dark.
Then he brought some small stones and blew on them. mes burst forth from his mouth.
''Is this an assassination attempt!''
Ascal was startled.
But the mes didn''t touch him; they ignited the specially treated stones, which began to glow brightly.
"I will ce these stones on your back, Minister."
"They look hot, are they safe?"
"They''re specially treated and not as hot as they appear."
True to Laika''s words, the stones were warm, soothingly heating his back, making his body feel drowsy.
Sleepiness crept in.
"Finally, we have a chance to be alone."
Laika''s eyes sharpened. He raised his hand.
And then clenched his fist, covering it with the other hand. It was a gesture of gratitude passed down in the Cat tribe.
"I''ve always wanted to express my gratitude to you, Minister. Not just for saving me, but also for helping the Cat tribe, who were once looked down upon, to walk the streets with dignity."The world the cat tribe dreamed of.
It wasn''t something difficult.
Just the simple acts of walking the streets like others, buying food, and singing songs.
These easy things were exceedingly hard for the Cat tribe.
"Thanks to the Minister, the Cat tribe can now live just like everyone else, without hiding who they are. A debt of gratitude we can never fully repay."
Ascal was already in a deep sleep.
Laika bowed his head once more and quietly left, allowing Ascal to restfortably.
****
That was a good nap.
Ascal woke up from his nap feeling refreshed and got out of the bed with a clear mind.
Staff members of the Evaluation Department were starting toe into the recreation room.
Is it that time already?
He had to submit his report today.
Ascal hurried to his office.
Sitting at his desk, he took up his quill pen and began to write the report with newfound inspiration from his nap.
Just write it as it is.
****
[ A lot has happened.
While investigating the disappearance case in the Kingdom of Kelli, I encountered a bear at the hot springs. After we exchanged greetings, the bear seemed satisfied and left.
The culprits behind the disappearance were in fact singing sirens. They were testing people to find their queen, kidnapping those who failed, and using them as servants.
Then, Lady Seri Lavione, with her exceptional singing talent, amazed the sirens and became their queen.
Under the orders of Queen Seri Lavione, everyone was safely returned home, and the case was resolved. However, I was drawn by an inexplicable energy and stayed in the Kingdom of Kelli for a long time.
Then, my father Arthur Debrue, the head of the Imperial Special Forces, came to fetch me. ]
"The report is perfect now. Just stating the facts as they are, anyone could understand it at a nce."
Now, adding words of regret, and thanks to His Majesty the Emperor and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would make it a wless report.
Ascal sent the report to the higher-ups, pleased with his writing skills.
...
''Don''t write false reports.'' they say.
"It''s unjust."
The next day, the report was rejected and returned to Ascal.
Faced with a nk page once more, Ascal massaged his forehead in frustration, then nced at Lia, who was quietly working.
"Lia. I''ve rewritten the report. What do you think?"
But Lia''s reaction was somewhat odd.
"You would know better, Minister."
"Um, still, as my aide, I''d like you to review it."
"It seems fine. Will you submit it as is?"
Someone who had worked with her for a long time could sense it.
The subtle chill in Lia''s tone now.
''Come to think of it, her attitude has been strangely different since I returned to the Evaluation Department.''
As if she was upset with him.
That couldn''t be.
The perfect superhuman,ter known as the Ice Princess, the Empire''s Third Princess Yulia Barba, upset with someone like him?
"Could you make some tea?"
"I''m quite busy right now. Perhaps you should make it yourself."
Even Ascal could tell.
The slightly curt tone. The gaze that wouldnt meet his.
Lia was upset.
"I''m sorry. I was away for a month, and your workload must have increased. You did a great job while I was gone."
"Is that all?"
Ascal was taken aback.
What else could there be?Deep down, Ascal felt a sense of guilt. As the head of an organization, his month-long absence without notice naturally meant his assistant would suffer.
"Haa"
Watching Lia ignore him again, Ascal was plunged into deep thought.
''Ah, whatever. It''ll probably resolve itself over time.''
But Ascal overlooked something crucial.
There are those whose anger dissipates with time, and those who need it to be actively resolved. Lia was thetter.
****
"Her Highness, the Third Princess Yulia Barba, ising to inspect the Evaluation Department!"
Could she even inspect her own house?
Ascal wondered, looking at Lia''s empty seat.
"It''s a big problem. Her Highness is quite upset. She''s disappointed with the increasinglyplicatedmunication methods between the Evaluation Department''s divisions, the outdated lunch culture, and especially with yourx work attitude, Minister."
"But she''s not even our staff. How does she know these things?"
"Maybe Her Highness has some sort of supernatural power?"
"Which department are you from?"
"Department 4."
"I thought so."
"?!"
Ascal dismissed the Department 4 official and stood up.
Now that Lia was revealed to be Princess Yulia Barba, he had to treat her with the utmost respect.
Recently, Ascal had be a count in addition to being a minister, which gave him at least the minimal qualifications to approach Yulia.
- ''Visiting the Evaluation Department without an appointment. Even for a princess, it''s somewhat displeasing.''
- ''Hmm''
Yearster.
- ''Ascal Erindale, the criminal, lift your head!''
- ''Please spare my life, Your Majesty!''
- ''Sentence this man to be paraded through the streets!''
- ''Your Majesty!!!''
It was not a pleasant thought.
Ascal decided to treat Yulia as respectfully as possible.
"Oh my. It''s such an honor to host the wise Third Princess of the Empire at the Evaluation Department. Would Your Highness allow me, a mere servant of the Empire, the honor of introducing you to the Evaluation Department?"Yulia looked down coldly at Ascal, who knelt on one knee before her.
Shrouded in a dark veil, Yulia''s face was hidden, lending her an air of mystery.
"You speak too much."
"My apologies."
"Lead me to your office."
Yulia walked towards the office with a confident stride, as if a map was embedded in her mind, as though she had worked in the Evaluation Department for years.
"But I should guide you."
"Close the door."
Leaving behind the bowing staff and servants, Yulia and Ascal were left alone in the office.
Yulia squinted her eyes.
"The air is stuffy. Lets get some venttion."
Upon opening the window, fresh air flowed into the office.
The office brightened.
Sitting assertively in the Minister chair, Yulia frowned at the desk.
"The desk of one who handles the nation''s critical affairs should not be this cluttered. A clean desk is essential for efficient work"
She began to tidy the desk herself, arranging it suitably.
The desk was now neat.
What exactly did shee for?
"Hmm. Did your aide note to work today?"
"Yes. She took a sick leave."
"Why do you think she did that?"
"I''m not sure."
"How can you im to be a superior if you dont even understand the state of your subordinates?"
"Please, would you care to enlighten me, Your Highness?"
Yulia squinted her eyes.
"How would you know the state of your subordinate?"
Ascal sighed inwardly at Yulia''s straightforward challenge.
But he wasnt about to just take it lying down.
"This is a problem."
"?"
"I bought a honey-coated pie, a specialty from the Kingdom of Kelli, as a gift for my assistant who always works hard for me. But if it''s not given today, I''ll have to throw it away"
In truth, it was a lie.
The honey-coated pie was simply bought from an imperial bakery.
Yet Ascal was confident this would hook Yulia.
- Parents feel a secret disappointment when their child returns from a school trip without a gift.
A lesson from a teacher in his past life.
Perhaps the reason Lia was upset was because he hadnt brought her a gift.
"That would indeed be unfortunate."
His guess was correct.
Underneath the veil, Yulia''s demeanor seemed to change, a restless aura emanating from her.
"Its such a delicious honey pie, it would pain my heart to throw it away."
Ascal gazed at the pie on the desk with an air of regret.
Yulia let out a soft sigh.
"Give me a hair tie."
What, some kind of transformation item?
Ascal respectfully offered a spare hair tie from the aides desk.
Lia hesitated for a moment while trying to tie her own hair.
"Would you tie my hair for me?"
"If I may be so bold as to touch your royal person."
"You have my permission."Ascal touched Yulia''s hair. The soft strands slipped through his fingers.
"Is this okay?"
"Mm."
He tried to style it as Lia used to wear it, but he could only manage a rough approximation.
Lia looked in the mirror, chuckled, and removed her veil.
"What is this? Aplete mess. I''ll have to tie it again myself."
"I did try."
"Yes, it shows."
Lia retied her hair, a faint smile on her lips.
"Are you still upset?"
"A little less now."
Lia, with her hair neatly tied, sat back in the aide''s chair.
Just as she was about to speak,
The office door burst open.
It was Sushia.
"Minister-nim! There''s a real crisis!"
"What exaggerated trouble now?"
"I''ve been chosen as a candidate for Saintess!"
It was indeed a big deal.
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Chapter 55:
Chapter 55:
Chapter 55: Invited to the Church
In the empire, theres a saying:A fox snatched a child in the dead of night.Struck by dragon dung falling from the sky.
Its an idiom used for events that seem utterly unlikely or absurd.
Ascal boldly decided to add one more to the list:
Sushia bing a saint, they say.
Speak calmly, now.
Well, its like this...
Sushia, fidgety and restless, struggled to continue her story. She seemed like someone who had just fallen victim to a voice phishing scam. Ascal quickly silenced her with a cookie.
Munch, munch.
After melting the cookie with warm cocoa, Sushia regained herposure.
What happened was...
Ascal focused intently on Sushias story. Even Lia, who usually didnt take Sushia seriously, was all ears.
Even the sparrow outside the window stopped chirping, waiting for Sushias tale.
Yesterday was a rainy day.
I didnt want to spend my rare day off inside, despite the rain, so I went out with my umbre.
It was lunchtime, and I was getting hungry. I stopped by my favorite bakery to buy a delicious sandwich. Oh, and they had a promotion buy two sandwiches and get a cookie for free.
And not just any cookie, but one with chocte chips! How could I not buy it? So, I bought two sandwiches without hesitation! And since eating sandwiches without a drink can be dry, I also got some apple juice.
By the way, sandwiches and apple juice are the perfect pair. The harmony created in your mouth when you take a bite of the sandwich and then a sip of the cool apple juice...
Ascal interrupted her.
Enough. Dont drag the story out with repetitive details. Get to the point.
Its all part of the story, you know.Sushia puffed her cheeks and continued her story.
I was heading to the park with my umbre, a perfect spot for eating sandwiches, when I saw an old man in an alleyway, getting soaked in the rain. His gaunt cheeks made it seem like he hadnt eaten in days.
So I offered, Sir, would you like a sandwich? To my surprise, the old man, marveling at finding such a kind-hearted youngdy these days, sat right there and ate both sandwiches.
Worried he might choke, I gave him my apple juice too. And then I realized, all I had left for myself was a single cookie. So I pondered going back to the bakery for another sandwich
Lia, unable to hold back any longer, interjected.
Sushia. Just get to the point, please.
Sushia replied,
The truth is, that old man was a bishop of the Star church, and he said he sensed potential in me. He told me hed return when the time was right. And then he asked to borrow some money, iming he was out of funds. So, I lent it to him.
He scammed you.
You got scammed, Sushia.
Sushia stomped her feet in disbelief.
Its true! He said I was a candidate for sainthood. Please believe me!
Of course, I believe you. I believe you got scammed.
At first, hearing Sushia was chosen as a saintly candidate was shocking, but upon learning the whole story, it was clear it was just a funny incident of Sushia being duped.
Ascal leaned back, his tension released.
After all, the Saintess was predetermined from the beginning.
Eileen of Haven Orphanage. She would be the saint of the Star church in the future, condemning the empire.
Proiming a nation that abandons its children has no future that the empire was rotten to its core.
And the empire took the wrong step. Attempting to arrest Eileen, the soldiers were instead blinded by her divine aura.
Even after that, Eileen continued to point out the corruption of the empire, leading to its reputation plummeting endlessly.
The empires reputation, already damaged by an airship crash, was nowpletely destroyed.
And Ascal was already riding the Saint Coin.
Ive been consistently supporting the Haven Orphanage. When Eileen bes a saint, I will repent for my sins and convert to the Star church.
A corrupt minister of the empire being inspired and converted by a Saintess. What a beautiful story. A convenient way to seek protection from the church.
After all, once Yulia bes empress, several ministers are bound to lose their heads. And thats just the beginning. Those who didnt side with the Princess faction, the leader of the Second Princes faction, will face a bloody purge.
And himself, having be the leader of the emerging noble faction (the Emperors advisor), was no exception.
Yulia separates personal from state affairs. Even if she shows leniency now, once she ascends to the throne, theres no guarantee for his safety.
A terrifying woman.
As Ascal looked at her, Yulia, tilting her head, seemed puzzled.Fortunately, the emperors health had been preserved through timely medicinal tonics, affording a bit more breathing room.
Come to think of it, isnt it about time for Eileen to be the Saintess?
Ascal checked the sponsorship forms for the Haven Orphanage, which he had been supporting automatically for some time. His eyes widened in surprise.
The name had changed.
It was no longer Haven Orphanage.
What on earth had happened to the orphanage during this time?
He had to find out.
****
Wee. Are you here to register for the institute? Is the registrant yourself or your child?
Im here for a tour, actually...
Would you like a guided tour, or would you prefer to explore on your own?
Ill look around by myself.
Ascal, stepping into the Haven Training Institute, formerly the orphanage, was at a loss for words.
The building was muchrger than thest time he visited. In the vast courtyard, children were swinging wooden swords under an instructors guidance.
One! For the empire!
For the empire!
Two! In its honor!
In its honor!
Leading the front, swinging a wooden sword, was Stephan. He would be the future deputymander of the anti-empire guerri forces.
Ascal sneaked closer.
Pant... Pant... I will definitely be a general.
It seemed the anti part of the anti-empire forces might need to be dropped.
Ascal stepped inside the building.
The clean, spacious corridors echoed with a clear sound with each step Ascal took.
And sure enough, as soon as he entered, arge portrait hung in the main hall, unmistakable to anyone who saw it.
A handsome man with ck hair, exuding an aura akin to that of an imperial chancellor.
Youvee again.
A named character appeared.
Sirius, who would be the leader of the anti-empire forces, was looking at Ascal. The boy had grown quite a bit since theirst encounter and seemed somehow calmer.
You said your name was Ray, didnt you?
Thats right.
Sirius smiled.
Thats definitely a lie, isnt it?
Hmm.
Ascal neither affirmed nor denied.
I had a lot to say at first. But as time passed, those words seemed to evaporate. I wondered if they were even necessary. In the end, only one thing remained to be said.
I see.
Sirius bowed his head.
Thank you.
Changing kids diapers was indeed a bit of a challenge.
He shuddered at the memory of being harassed all day by the children when he came as a substitute teacher.
Haha. Yes, changing diapers is tough.
Is the director still here?
Yes. Now, shes the principal. Shes in her office on the second floor.
Ascal parted ways with Sirius and ascended the stairs.
He needed to check on his investment as soon as possible.
Ascal tapped lightly on the superintendents office door.
Come in.
It was Eileens voice.
As soon as Ascal opened the door, he dropped to his knees.
Eileen, adorned with a gold ne and a dazzling gemstone bracelet, sat in her chair, having put on a noticeable amount of weight.
Too much water can drown a nt.
As a result,
The Saint Coin was delisted.
Are you the parent who made an appointment? Here at Haven Training Institute, we have various courses: premium, advanced, intermediate, and basic. The premium course is expensive, but its truly worth the money. So, at our institute...
My coin... My coin!!!
?
Ascal cried out in despair.
****
Upon arriving at the office, Ascal immediately canceled his sponsorship of the Haven Training Institute. The institute was self-sufficient and would survive without his support.
Sitting in the chair, Ascal reminisced.
He knew there were several conditions to be a saint.One must be willing to kneel before the lowest of the low, even from the highest of ces.
Hey, girl. Bring me some water.
Ugh... Yes!
Able to sincerely mourn the misfortunes of others.
Sir, would you like a sandwich?
Maintaining a clear mind to ept the divine.
Minister-nim! I cant figure out how to do this calction!
Possessing innate divine power.
Just yesterday, I watered a dying flower, and it suddenly bloomed beautifully!
****
It cant be.
Sushia was simply swindled by a suspicious old man.
It must be the case.
Minister-nim! A bishop from the Star church hase to the evaluation office!
Good heavens.
It was just a bit, an overly generous bit, of sponsorship to the orphanage.
What in the world has happened?
****
And so, weve decided to take Sushia into our Star church.
As much as she is a part of the Star church, Sushia is a valuable employee of our evaluation department. We cant just let her go that easily.
We will offer half-price ordination prayers and potions to the evaluation department employees. Considering the grace of Severin Cathedral.
Take her.
Ascal handed over Sushia.
You must thrive there, Susia.
Minister-nim! I dont want to go!
Why not? Dont you realize how much of an honor and sacred duty it is to be a saint of the Star church, not just the state religion of the empire but also the most authoritative in the continent?
But there I can only eat vegetables forever, and I cant even go out at night!
Ascal looked at the bishop.
Is this true?
Yes. Consuming meat can hinder ones reception of the divine. The saints body must always be kept in peak condition.
Lose some weight while youre at it, Sushia.
Dont abandon me... Minister-nim. Think of the deep bond weve formed!
Well, its not certain youll be a saint anyway. The odds of you bing a saint among so many candidates are incredibly low. Think of it as going to a fasting retreat.
But, but
It was a sort of survival program.Candidates for sainthood, gathered from various nations, enter the Star church for amunal living experience. They spend their days praying to the divine and reciting the holy scriptures.
Out of them, the one deemed most worthy bes the saint of the Star church, just like (former) Eileen did.
It was clear at a nce that Sushia would be the first to be eliminated.
But if Sushias brief stay in the Star church meant ess to those precious potions at half price, it was an opportunity not to be missed. After all, this is an era without insurance.
Sushia seemed to have given up, her eyes losing focus.
Then, she asked the bishop,
If I... as a candidate for sainthood, am to go to the Star church, may I bring an attendant?
Hold on, Sushia.
Yes. A saintly candidate has the rightful privilege to enlist an attendant to assist them during their tenure.
Sushia. Thats a hasty decision.
Even if they are a high-ranking individual from the empire?
Technically, yes.
Sushia. I must eat meat daily to survive.
Sushia gave a coldugh.
I choose Ascal Erindale as my attendant.
****
The church overlooked one thing.
Ascal is a key figure in the empire.
The news of his being taken to the church sparked outrage and indignation among many.
Some were not only protesting against the church but also did not hesitate to storm into the church themselves.
Their names were,
Cat Tribe Masseuse Laika.
Evaluation Department Security Guard Jerobe.
Evaluation Department Division 1 Head Kane.
Evaluation Department Division 3 Head Devon.
Captain Arthur Debrue, the Emperors Hound.
Princess Serena Barba of the Empire.
And Princess Yulia Barba of the Empire.
Bernstein spoke,
Ill exin the operation to retrieve Ascal Erindale.
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Chapter 56:
Chapter 56:
Finally, the first piece of our n is in ce.
Its a moment of great emotion, Your Holiness. There is a minor issue, however...
A minor issue?
The candidate for the Empires Saintess has chosen a somewhat significant person as her escort.
The Pope tapped his staff in disbelief.
Significant? In this Holy Kingdom, status means nothing. So, who is it? Duke Haval? Or did she bring her father, Duke Senestia, perhaps?
Your Holiness, your words are reassuring. Indeed, what can Count Erindale do, acting freely in this Holy Kingdom?
Who did you say?
That, the fledgling minister from the Empire.
The Count Erindale who made crucial contributions to magic stone refinement, discovered a hot spring in the wastnd, was the first airship pilot, the leader of the Empires emerging noble faction, and supervised our Severin Cathedral?
The Pope spoke hurriedly.
Send him back. Right now. What happens if we let the queen bee out of the nest?
The bishop sweated coldly.
Unfitting for a high-ranking priest, the bishop hurriedly left and returned shortly.
.
.
.
So, you sent him back?
Your Holiness, he refuses to leave.
Why?
He says its toofortable here. He even wants to put down roots.
...
****
Ascal, who was brought to the Holy Kingdom, proudly looked at the religious badge on his chest. It was of the prestigious tinum rank.
Initially, when he was conscripted to the Holy Kingdom, he thought, How can this be, Im a minister, but then it made sense.
In reality, he could have easily avoided being dragged here. The Holy Kingdoms conscription was at the level of a beggar asking for a coin on the street. If he had resisted, he wouldnt havee.
Its not the Holy Kingdom thats bad, but his own hesitation.
Oh, faithful ones, sing of the magnificent light of the stars. Guide us all through the dark night. In that brilliant light, we shall find our path.
Wonderful, brother. To sing the hymn at such a level in such a short time. Ill give you a sticker.
It''s all thanks to Pireiel.
Pireiel.
Ascal made the sign of the holy cross.
Now, just three more stickers, and he could ascend to the coveted Diamond rank.
Such an unprecedented promotion, Ascal. I wish everyone could emte your devotion.
Thats too kind of you, Priest.
All is guided by the Star, Pireiel.
Pireiel.
After morning prayers, Ascal headed to the dining hall.
Good morning, brother. What would you like to have today?
I think Ill have the pork special with seasonal vegetables and spices. Heres your Lumina.
Thank you for the payment of 10 Lumina.
The Star churchs dining hall was more majestic than any he had seen before. The ceiling was wide open, allowing in abundant light. And perhaps because they grew their own vegetables and raised their own meat, the food tasted exceptionally good.
Sushia must be munching on greens right about now...
Untiling here, he had a misunderstanding.
A ridiculous belief that you had to be a vegetarian in the Holy Kingdom.
But it turned out that only the Saintess candidates had to be vegetarians, while regr devotees could enjoy a bnced diet. Quite a sensible arrangement indeed.
Ascal nced around and, seeing no one, surreptitiously packed away some leftover pork.
It was time to visit Sushia, as her attendant.
****
Please, let me out of here, please! Ill be good, Minister-nim, I dont want to stay here anymore, waaah!
Take a breath and talk, Sushia.
Sushia was looking haggard as she sobbed.
The special chamber for the Saintess candidates was under strict surveince. Only high-ranking officials and attendants of the candidates were allowed ess.
They only feed me greens and fruits here. Im so weak, and they still make me dance and sing. And in the remaining time, I have to pray, and wake up before the sun even rises...
Contrary to her depleted mental state, Sushias body was in its prime. The slight weight she had put on from snacking had vanished, and her skin waspletely clear.
But you just have to endure it for one more month, right?
What if I actually be the Saintess?
You think you will?
Ascal dismissed the idea.
Then, he secretly handed her the wrapped pork.
People need to eat to live, after all. Here, eat this.
Minister-nim... can I call you Oppa?
No.
The pork, though a bit cold, still gleamed invitingly at Sushia.
Without a moments hesitation, Sushia grabbed the pork with her bare hands and devoured it greedily.
It was over in an instant.
Sushia, having licked even the seasoning off her fingers, leaving no trace behind, smacked her lips.
Is there no more?
Too long a tail gets caught. Be content with what you have.
Haa.
Ding-dong-
I have to go now. Off to that hellish practice...
Ascal watched Sushias drooping, puppy-like figure leave, feeling a twinge of sympathy.
But isnt it worth calling out? The hymns? Theyre fun and beneficial.
Ascal took out the holy scripture from his chest pocket. He nodded as he read through it thoroughly, underlining the parts he didnt understand.
I should ask the priest about thister.
Life in the church.
Maybe it was his true calling.
****
Oh, setting an example by cleaning the cathedral so thoroughly. Truly exemry, brother. Heres a sticker for you.
It''s all thanks to Pireiel.
So meticulous in transcribing the scripture! Your devotion is evident, brother. Heres a sticker for you.
Thank You, Pireiel.
Congrattions, Brother Ascal. You have reached the Diamond rank today. You are the first in our history to ascend so quickly.
Its all thanks to following the guidance of the Star.
****
A week had passed.
Ascal had be a Diamond devotee.
It was the fastest in the history of the Star church.
Ascal looked at hismendation with pride.
****
You may now return to the Empire.
Ascal, summoned by Bishop Picol who had brought him to the Holy Kingdom, entered the temple and was greatly shocked.
Ascal asked with a trembling voice.
What have I done wrong?
Nothing at all. Brother, youve been exemry in your conduct. Its just that Candidate Sushia seems to have adapted to the life here, and Count Erindale, you have your own responsibilities. Its time to return...
Bishop!
Ascal raised his voice suddenly, startling Bishop Picol.
Here, I am not Count Erindale. I am merely Ascal, a faithful servant of the Star.
Oh. My mistake, Ascal. Then perhaps its best to spread the will of the Star from your original ce.
Bishop!
Ascal recited the doctrine.
The Stars Scripture, chapter 23, third line says, The Star shall never cast out those who earnestly seek its embrace. Are you, Bishop, intending to cast out a poor servant from the embrace of the Star?
No, thats not it...
The Bishop was in a dilemma.
The Empire was already sending daily protests, demanding the return of Count Erindale. Even for the Holy Kingdom, the growing authority of the Empire couldnt be ignored.
Hes memorized the scripture already?
But when the person in question was citing scripture to actively resist repatriation, the Holy Kingdom had little choice. Besides, his argument was sound.
The Bishop sweated profusely.
Lets discuss this againter...
****
The Crown Prince was always smiling. He knew how to match the mood and consider others feelings. Thats why people were drawn to him.
But even he had his moments of anger.
Count Erindale doesnt want to return to the Empire? What nonsense is this? Is the Holy Kingdom taking us for fools? They must be nning to keep him forever with these excuses as a hostage!
Its better to have peace.
At first, he dismissed it as a simple mishap.
It was the first Saints ritual in a hundred years.
The Crown Prince understood the significance of this ceremony to the Star church.
But this was crossing a line.
Count Erindale was a vital figure to the Empire, transcending importance to be an icon.
Investigate the Holy Kingdom thoroughly. Leave no stone unturned and expose any corruption theyvemitted.
The order was given to the Empires special forces.
Known colloquially as the Emperors hounds, they handle the Empires most secretive missions.
They typically obey only the Emperorsmands, but upon hearing of Ascals detainment in the Holy Kingdom, the Emperor said,
Rescue him.
That single statement was all that was needed.
The Star church is the state religion of the Empire.
Until now, the Empires tarnished reputation had been offset by the charitable and phnthropic image of the Star Church. Thus, some corruption and irregrities were overlooked, but...
With the development of airships and recent royal scandals, the Empires reputation has significantly improved. This means they no longer need to be cautious of the Star churchs influence.
Your Highness, the Crown Prince.
Yes. Have youpleted the investigation?
The Star church is far more... problematic than we thought.
The Crown Princes expression hardened as he listened to the intelligence agent. He mmed his fist onto the desk.
Hmm... If we had remained passive, the Empire would have been blindsided by a massive betrayal.
What should we do?
Hmm.
After a moment of deep thought, the Crown Prince let out a sigh of relief.
Had Ascal not been detained by the Star church, and had they not thoroughly investigated it, the Empire would have been caught off guard, unprepared for the betrayal.
Is this a blessing in disguise? Ascal, you are truly an enigmatic figure.
Your Highness, the Minister of Development and Innovation requests a private audience!
Let him in.
He heard that the Empires Saint and Dragon are close friends.
Bernstein must also be angered by Ascals detainment.
There will be much to discuss with him.
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Chapter 57:
Chapter 57:
Chapter 57: Even if the Starlight Disappears, New Light Always Emerges
"Just think of it as breaking a knee and turn it around. Why all this fuss over being gentle?
Having achieved Diamond rank, Ascal earned the trust of the Star Church, gaining greater ess privileges.
Exhausted from dance practice, Sushia slumped down, drenched in sweat.
"Huff, huff. It''s harder than I thought."
Ascal handed Sushia a chilled water bottle and a dry cloth.
Gulp, gulp.
Sushia emptied the bottle and wiped off her sweat with the cloth.
"Even if I don''t be a saintess, as someone from the Empire, I shouldn''t embarrass myself in front of others. And then, we will return to the Empire with my head held high.
''Only you.''
Ascal had no intention of returning to the Empire.
Bing a Diamond rank believer granted him the privilege to take the priest exam immediately. Passing the exam meant bing a priest of the Star Church.
Ascal''s aim was like achieving "Ending No.3: Be a priest and live out a peaceful life" in a game.
Nobles and royals, sensing danger, often quickly sought refuge in the Church. Ascal nned to follow the precedent set by his seniors.
"Have you memorized all the hymns?"
"No..."
"Tsk. I thought so. Don''t worry. I''ve memorized them all. I''ll teach you."
Sushia looked at Ascal, who sang the hymns skillfully, with incredulity.
Actually, he sang quite well.
"Why don''t you just be the Saint, Minister-nim?"
"Is that so?"
Ascal chuckled.
He was about to sneak out some chicken he had brought secretly, but quickly hid it again as the door to the practice room opened.
"Youre here, Brother. And Sushia."
"Brother Rael."
"It''s time to prepare for the saintess ceremony. This way."
Following Priest Raels guidance, they walked down a long corridor.
"This is the waiting room. Sushia, please get ready here, and Brother Ascal, if you could follow me for a moment."
"Of course."Priest Rael led Ascal to a small prayer room. The quiet room was enveloped in a solemn atmosphere.
After a moment of prayer with closed eyes, Priest Rael looked at Ascal with a gentle gaze.
"I had my concerns when you first set foot in the Holy Kingdom. To speak frankly, there were rumors about the arrogance of the nobles from the Empire. But seeing you, Brother, it seems those were just rumors."
"Hahaha, the nobility of the Empire does have its share of arrogance."
"But you, Brother, have been nothing but earnest and faithful in following the will of the stars. I should take a leaf out of your book."
"You tter me."
A lengthy preamble usually hints at a significant matter to follow.
Ascal listened intently to Priest Rael, inwardly excited.
"Congrattions, Brother. You have passed the priest examination. As of today, you are officially a priest of the Church of the Star."
"!"
''Finally!''
Ascal suppressed the urge to shout with joy.
Now he could live a peaceful life under the legal protection of the Church.
It wasn''t the best-case scenario of the Kelli Kingdom, but it wasn''t bad either.
In these times, seeking refuge in religion was akin to a rainbow shield. It spared his family from any harm.
"In the guidance of the Star Pireiel."
"Pireiel."
Ascal, who had been kneeling in prayer, rose to his feet.
-Bang!
"Oh. It seems the saintess ceremony has started. Let''s hurry and attend."
It was the first saintess ceremony in a hundred years.
Everyone in the Holy Kingdom, whether nearby or afar, would witness it.
****
''What avish disy.''
As an official observing the ceremony up close, Ascal was the first to make such an assessment.
An extravagant orchestra was hired, and priests in ceremonial robes stood in order amidst fluttering, brilliant banners. Ascal was tucked away at the end of the row.
And on the marble steps, two bishops whispered beside the Pope, who nodded in response.
"This scene seems familiar..."
The Pope''s sermon soon began.
His legs grew numb, and his eyes started to close.
Fortunately, due to a tight schedule, the sermon did not exceed an hour. Afterwards, the saintess candidates appeared one by one in the central seat.Girls in pure white dresses and veils.
And among them, a girl with striking white hair, easily ranking among the top in appearance among the saintess candidates. With her mouth closed, she even seemed to radiate a holy aura.
"The saintess ceremony will nowmence!"
The Pope''s voice resounded loudly.
****
It was definitely morning.
But then,
It turned to a dark night.
In the night sky, stars began to appear, shining down on the saintess candidates.
The candidates started to dance lightly and sing hymns. As if illuminated by spotlights, the stars followed them.
Then, one by one, the stars began to extinguish.
''A sign of elimination.''
The unchosen candidates either slumped down or quietly disappeared.
Sushia was still there.
''But why is she dancing so hard?''
''If she didn''t want to be a saintess, she could just pretend to dance. I bet she''s just not thinking anything at all.''
Finally, only two stars remained.
The candidate from the Kingdom of Medes and Sushia.
Everyone held their breath, watching their dance. Then, the starlight illuminating the candidate from Medes started to move.
It passed over the heads of the priests and reached Ascal.
''What is this?''
- "Would you like to be the saintess?"
A voice suddenly speaking in his mind.
-"But I''m a man."
-"Hmm shouldn''t matter, right? You seem better than that girl there."
-"Absolutely not."
Be a saint, under constant surveince?
Out of the question.
-"That''s unfortunate. A rare find in a thousand years."
-"What about Sushia?"
-"She''s a dilemma."
And with that, the light spoke onest sentence and vanished.
-"Wait for the next hundred years."
The starlight went out.
And as the darkness lifted, day returned.
...
Murmurs filled the air.
"Who became the saintess?"
"Nobody, nobody did. What happened here?"
Everyone was thrown into confusion.
No saintess emerged from the ceremony.
An oue no one had anticipated."Silence!"
The Pope amplified his voice using a marble stone.
The sound was almost deafening.
"There has been a slight error. The saintess has already been chosen!"
Then, striding forward, the Pope pointed his staff towards Sushia, who sat dazed as if under a spell.
"Rise, saintess!"
The murmurs did not cease. Everyone had seen the lights go out. They instinctively knew the Pope was lying.
****
"What happens if no saintess emerges?"
"It would be disastrous. The Holy Kingdom has crossed the line. Behind the scenes, they''ve dabbled in smuggling and illicit trade, raking in huge profits from indulgence sales. But what if they can''t produce a saintess to validate their authority?"
"The indulgences would be worthless scraps of paper."
The crown princeughed coldly.
"The Holy Kingdom nned to immediately pin their corruption and filth on our Empire as soon as a saintess emerged."
"Had they seeded, our Empire would have been stuck in the muck."
"Exactly. They would have yed the role of noble saints at the expense of our Empire. Bernstein?"
"Yes. The airships and papers are ready."
If the Holy Kingdom thought to drag the Empire through the mud, the Empire would do the same.
Only instead of dragging them through the mud, they would shower them with filth.
****
"Airships."
Airships floated in the sky.
People looked up.
From the ck-painted airships, loads of papers began to fall.
Skilled fabrications and propaganda due to the scandal!
It rained down indiscriminately on the Holy Kingdom!
Even more malicious because it was mixed with truth!
The effectiveness of the Empire''s propaganda was outstanding!
"What is this"
The Pope trembled as he read the propaganda and fabrications on the papers. They skillfully blended truth and lies to condemn the Holy Kingdom.
"It''s a lie! That, that airship must surely be from the Empire..."
But now,
Who would believe the Pope''s words?
****"My my priesthood."
Ascal copsed to his knees.
"I''ve found you."
A woman in ck tapped Ascal''s shoulder. Her face was hidden behind a mask, but he recognized her immediately.
"Se..."
"Shh. Here, I''m ''The Princess of the Night''."
While the airship dispersed flyers, a group had secretly mixed in and dropped among the chaos.
Laika was the first to infiltrate the cathedral and steal confidential documents. Kane sorted out the important papers beside. Jerobe distracted the guards with hisrge frame.
Arthur Debrue single-handedly faced the knights of the Holy Kingdom.
Serena Barba hade to rescue Ascal.
And Yulia Barba was...
In the cathedral''s underground.
"Not choosing a saintess, what were you thinking?"
A starlight, yet to fade, was flickering.
-I thought the lesser evil was better than the worst, but I''ve changed my mind.
"?"
-In this world, there''s no need for a saintess.
"Don''t you care what happens to your Church?"
-Flip the question. Do you not care what happens to the Empire?
Yulia''s contemtion was brief.
"Yes, if that means it ends."
-Vora nevar. Esta kera.
The starlight disappeared.
****
"That, that person who came then was Carl, you mean?"
Eileen''s voice trembled uncontrobly.
Sirius spoke dryly.
"Yes, Director."
"Why, why didn''t I recognize him?"
Eileen fidgeted nervously with her bracelet. It was a gift from ''Carl'', the biggest benefactor of the Haven Orphanage, now Haven Training Center. The gold ne was the same.
"Well, they say people only see what they want to see. Maybe what you wanted to see, Director, has just changed a bit?"
"No way!"
Eileen abruptly stood up from her seat.
She had always thought about it.
There was never enough bread to feed the children.
When the children fell ill, all she could do was to stay by their side, helpless.
Somehow, she managed the orphanage, working side jobs without sleep, but even that had its limits.
Desperately, she wished for someone to help.
And in that desperation, there was one person who extended a hand.
Carl.
He asked for nothing in return, simply giving to the orphanage.
Thanks to him, the children didnt go hungry. They could study.
He must be an official from the Empire.
The astute Sirius quickly realized Carls true identity.
The Empire.
Eileen thought. If she could educate these children to be valuable assets to the Empire, wouldn''t that be a way to repay him, even a little?
Thus, Haven Orphanage transformed into Haven Training Center.
"Director, maybe its time for you to let go of some of that burden."
She had let go too much.
Shocked, Eileen looked in the mirror.
Is this, really me?
Wearing a ne and bracelet that didn''t suit her, gifts from her benefactor, and her body not as it used to be, having gained weight fromck of movement.
But still.
It wasnt toote yet.
Just as Eileen was about to take off her jewelry and step outside, a document that had arrived that morning caught her eye.
This months sponsorship certificate.
Carl''s name was no longer on it.
Ah
Where did it all go wrong?
Had she lost her original purpose?
Sirius, what should I do?
The answer to that, Director, you must find on your own. It''s not something to seek from others.
Thats true.
Eileen bit her lip.
"Sirius, take charge of the Training Center. It can manage without me now."
"Director, you are...?"
"I''m leaving. To where I''m needed."
From that day, Eileen wandered the wilderness. To ces where people starved, where they were sick.
It was hard.
There were days she didnt eat even one meal, times when her life was in danger. Yet, she kept walking. The need for a helping hand was more numerous than the flowers in a garden.
Her cheeks became gaunt. Her hair turned dry and brittle. Her nails cracked. Some were shocked at her emaciated appearance, hardly recognizing her as the woman they had first met.
But she paid it no mind.
The number of people following her path grew.
Gradually, she began to be known as the "Saintess of the Wilderness."
And finally, the ce she reached was Erindale, thend of death.
It was around that time when vegetation started to grow wherever she touched.
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Chapter 58:
Chapter 58:
In a very dark room.
The leader tapped the chessboard anxiously.
The Spider was facing its greatest crisis since its inception.
Originally possessing eight legs and a head, the spider now only had six legs left. Still, it was manageable. Three legs on the left, three on the right - it maintained bnce.
This meant that the spider now had limited moves it could make. Therefore, every single move was precious for the leader.
Witch. Why didnt you help the Holy Kingdom?
The spider had been secretly aiding the Holy Kingdom from behind the scenes.
They had been collecting the Empires corruption and passing the information to the Holy Kingdom, even having a hand in the potions and miracles they created.
They shared amon goal: to bring down the Empire.
However, due to the Empires propaganda, the Holy Kingdom fell into ruin. Worse still, the scandals the Holy Kingdom had been hiding were exposed to the world.
The rumor that the Holy Kingdoms pope indulged in debauchery turned out to be true.
Many lost their faith, and the national religion of the Empire was no longer the Star religion.
You could have prevented this disaster.
The witch bent the brim of her hat with her finger.
Youre overestimating my abilities. Even I cant undo whats already been done.
You could have prevented it, witch. Dont tell me youve developed a conscience now? You are...
The witch snapped her fingers. mes flickered from her fingertips, illuminating her face. Her eyes were filled with regret and hatred.
Enough.
I overstepped. My apologies. But, witch, you need to prove your worth to us now. You did fail your mission, after all.
Alright. What do you need? Tell me.
The leader looked down at the chessboard and said,
Kill the Emperor.
The witchs face subtly changed.
Why? Hes ipetent. It would be more harmful to the Empire to let him live as long as possible.
Thats an old story now. The real power in the Empire lies with the Crown Prince. The Emperor is now useless. Its a bit early, but we need to move our n forward.
The leader tilted his vial.
Youve been supplying Ascal with medicine. This works well for us. Change the contents of that medicine to poison. And Count Erindale will be the one used of poisoning the Emperor.
Even someone like Ascal would find it hard to escape the usation of poisoning the Emperor. The Empire would lose both their Emperor and their dragon.
Forger. Prepare a usible story. We know that sometimes the pen is mightier than the sword.
Alright. Last time was my defeat. But this time, even he wont be able to escape.
The spider weaves its web.
And the target of this trap was none other than Ascal.
This web will be inescapable.
****
Minister-nim, I see a ghost!
Sushia burst into the office.
Ascal, who was about to scold her, paused at the sight of Sushia. After her saint training, she had lost weight and her skin had brightened, making her, well...
It was like when a friend, who is just a friend of the opposite gender, suddenly dresses up and you think, Was she always this pretty?
But it was still Sushia, after all.
Have you finally lost your mind?
Its real. Look, there! Theres a ghost behind you, Minister-nim!
Ghost... this is too much. But then again, in a world where magic exists, ghosts might as well. So, what does the ghost look like?
Sushia looked behind Ascals back in silence, then suddenly jumped in shock.
It has no neck. And its cursing you, Minister-nim!
?
It keeps mumbling, Thats my seat... give me back my seat...
Ascal considered ignoring Sushias ridiculous joke, but then decided to y along since he had nothing better to do.
A seat? Of course, I can step aside.
Ascal stood up.
The ghost sat in your seat, Minister-nim.
And?
Its not doing anything. But it looks satisfied.
''A ghost sitting in this chair? Not a bad joke for killing time.''
What is the ghost doing now?
Its lying on the desk. Looks like its taking a nap.
What kind of ghost is this?
The Almost Saintess Sushia. Why not use your divine power to help the ghost pass on?
Now that you mention it, I did learn something at the church. Shall I try it?
Ascal nodded.
His legs were starting to hurt.
It was the perfect time to end the joke.
Sushia approached the chair where the ghost was said to be sitting and ced her palm above it, as if hovering it over someones head.
State your name.
It was a convincing performance.
Ascal crossed his arms, curious to see how far the joke would go.
-Oh, oh, oh. My, my name is...
Uh?
Suddenly, light emanated from Sushias palm, and it seemed to reveal the ghosts form to Ascal too.
A shape appeared, resembling an overweight, headless man.
-Charis Solem.
Director?
He was the former Evaluation Department Director who had been beheaded for a single remark during an audience with the Emperor.
Was there really a ghost?
Thou do not belong here. Let go of thy attachments and proceed to where thou must go.
-No, no. I want to be, be the minister. Not like this.
Ascal walked over.
He gathered the ministers appointment letter, medals, seals, and handed them all to the ghost.
Take them all.
It was a sincere offer. Ascal was always ready to relinquish his ministerial position.
-Oh, oh, oh. Dance, dance.
Dance?
-Dance, dance for me.
The temporarily appointed ghost minister started to abuse his power right away.
Sushia looked at Ascal incredulously.
Just do as it asks.
Its hard though...
Sushia began to dance the dance she learned at the Star church.
Swaying, swaying.
-Oh, oh, terrible, terrible.
?
-Terribly bad at dancing.
And then, as if satisfied, the ghost emitted a bright light and dispersed, vanishing into thin air.
Looks like its been liberated. But was my dancing really that bad?
Mm.
Sometimes, its best to keep words to a minimum. Ascal sat back down in his executive chair.
Living life sure brings a variety of experiences.
Now you believe me, right?
Considering he had conversed with starlight not long ago, being startled by a ghost seemed unnecessary.
But this is serious. Seeing ghosts makes life impossible.
I know, right. What should I do now?
It seemed like a side effect of Sushias training as a saint candidate, enhancing her spiritual sensitivity.
Does this mean if one bes a saint, they have to see tormented spirits every day?
That was a close call. He was right to decline the offer.
I cant help you there. Maybe an ult expert could. Wait a minute.
An idea struck him. The Witchs Forest. Maybe there they could solve Sushias problem.
But seeing ghosts might not be entirely bad. At least youll never be bored, Sushia.
You say that because its not your problem. Minister-nim, from the Stars Holy Scripture, Chapter 22, Verse 2!
Do not ignore those in distress. Treat them as you would another living being. Ugh.
The scripture came out automatically. Thats the problem with rote learning.
Please, dont ignore a sheep in trouble, Priest.
How did you memorize the scripture?
I only memorized that part. Thought it mighte in handy someday. It feels rewarding now.
Thus, Sushia, the almost-saintess, and Ascal, an official priest of the soon-to-be-disbanded Stars church, headed for the Witchs Forest.
It was an hourter when Lia finished her work and returned to the empty office.
****
Wow. Of all the horses Ive ridden, this one is the best!
Fer is no joke.
Fer, donning wing covers, carried Ascal and Sushia swiftly towards the Witchs Forest.
Attentive to its riders, it slowed down on rough terrain and smoothly navigated obstacles, offering a top-notch riding experience.
Ascal had another reason for heading to the Witchs Forest, aside from Sushias issue.
Time to start gathering the herbs needed for the crystal tea.
Even while working at the Evaluation Office, Ascal had always presented the Emperor with crystal tea he made personally. Thanks to this, the Emperors health improved to the extent that he could go hunting.
The death of the Emperor would bring a major upheaval to the Empire.
Escaping the Empire before that happened was the best course of action. Although various attempts had failed so far, the human spirit does not easily give up.
Minister-nim, theres something I must tell you right now.
Sushia ced her hand on Ascals waist. Her voice trembled slightly. When Ascal nced back, he saw Sushias face flushed red.
Does it have to be right now?
Yes. I cant hold it in any longer.
Go ahead.
The wind blew, fluttering Sushias white hair. Her flushed face moved her lips coyly, as if to say, I am still a girl, after all.
I need to pee.
Its about time.
Ascal stopped Fer.
Go ande back.
The Witchs Forest was just ahead. The area, thick with trees, was ideal for privacy.
Sushia hurried off.
And then.
Aaaah!
Whats the matter!
Startled by Sushias scream, Ascal rushed towards her.
Ghosts! There are so many of them! Theyre all looking at me!
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Chapter 59:
Chapter 59:
Chapter 59: Things Unseen Even When in in Sight
Ascal was familiar with the term psychic hotspot.
It refers to ces brimming with negative energy, where ghosts are often sighted and bizarre incidents frequently ur.
When night fell, the dense forest obscured everything, making it impossible to see even a step ahead. A wrong step could lead you into a swamp.
Naturally, the Witchs Forest proudly ranks among the empires top ten psychic hotspots.
Kyaaaaa!
Thanks to this, Sushia found herself unexpectedly in the middle of a horror movie. Of course, to Ascal, who couldnt see the ghosts, it seemed as though Sushia was performing a one-person show.
Snap out of it, Sushia! Dont forget you almost became a saintess! You have a natural advantage!
Ascal advised.
It was like switching the genre from horror to exorcism.
Sushia recited the second line of the 22nd chapter of the holy book and sprinkled water from her sk onto the ghost.
The effect was remarkable.
Sushia gradually regained herposure.
Lets head back.
Just a moment, Minister-nim. It wasnt trying to scare me. It just wanted someone to listen.
What do you mean by that...
Itsmon knowledge that the living should notmune closely with the dead. Ascal was determined to take Sushia away, even by force if necessary, but then Sushias eyes welled up with tears as tiny as chicken droppings.
This ghost, its never had the chance to taste chicken in its life.
Although Sushia could hardly be considered intelligent, even as a courtesy, her empathy was unparalleled, even by the standards of the evaluation department.
The nobledy of the Ducal family, unspoiled and pure, knew how to genuinely listen to even a ghosts tale!
Sob, sob. This ghost came into the forest searching for its parents but lost its way and fell into a swamp.
How tragic. It was supposed to meet its lover in this forest, but then it fell off a cliff!
Terrible. It was here to collect a debt but ended up turning into a ghost when the back of its head started burning!
Sushia was genuinely engrossed.
To her, every ghosts story felt as personal as her own.
For a while, Sushia listened intently to the ghosts stories, nodding, and shedding tears of empathy.Ascal watched with a sense of resignation.
Then, something miraculous happened.
Semi-transparent entities, like souls, began to appear even to Ascals eyes, flickering one by one before starting to disperse.
The ghosts were attaining salvation.
The souls, which could only wander in their sorrow and anger, felt Sushias sincere empathy and were satisfied.
- Thank you.
- Thank you for listening to me.
- I think I might have been wrong. Still, thank you.
- So thats what chicken tastes like.
It was a ritual for appeasing spirits.
Expressing their gratitude, the souls ascended to the heavens.
I see why this halfwit was chosen as a candidate for sainthood. Might she end up founding a religious order someday?
But then.
There was a soul that hadnt disappeared.
Its color was a dark, blood-red.
- Im not satisfied. I want to kill more. I want to smell more blood.
Sometimes, if a soul is too intense, it bes visible even to the living.
And people usually call those evil spirits.
- Give me your body.
Before Sushia could react, the evil spirit lunged at Ascals body. It entered through his mouth and ears like smoke being inhaled.
Minister-nim, are you alright?
Ugh... my body, my stomach.
Ascal contorted in pain as if he had a stomach ache.
Ugh.
Then he rxed.
Minister-nim?
...What just happened?
Exactly.
Sushia tilted her head in confusion.
****
Upon arriving at the ce of the witch, Ascal and Sushia were greeted by girls wearing pointed hats.
He came again!
Wee, wee!
The girls cheerfully circled around Ascal and Sushia, seemingly their way of weing guests.
Ascal, almost instinctively, reached out to pat one of the girls on the head but then hesitated.
May I ask how old you are?
Whats how old?
Your age.
The girl started counting on her fingers, one, two, three, and then showed her palm to Ascal.
Five years old!
Another girl, simrly petite, spread out her palm.
If shes five, then Im five too!
Fortunately, the girls ages seemed to match their appearances. Ascal, relieved, gently patted the girls head.
Me too! Me too!
Sure.
At their age, everything is fun. Ascal indulged them, stroking their hair to their hearts content.
Sushia?
But something about Sushias expression seemed off.
Minister-nim.
Sushia whispered into Ascals ear.
These children, theyre already dead.
But we can see them, and touch them?
I dont know. But my intuition tells me theyre no longer alive.
After a moment of contemtion, Ascal spoke.
Are you, by any chance, deceased? If youre dead, please tell us.
Eek! Minister-nim!
In situations like this, taking the long way around justplicates things. Despite Ascals blunt question, the girls responded with a smile.
Yeah! Were dead!
But how can you talk to us?
Dont know. Maybe the Great Witch did something!
Elenia can do anything!
Theres surprisingly a lot she cant do. Ascal thought to add ament but decided to preserve the childrens innocent beliefs instead.
Can you lead us to Elenia then?
Yes! Please tell her we guided you!
Will do.
Once again, the girls happily led the way towards the swamp, which transformed back into a flower garden revealing a cottage.
Thank you, girls.
Yep!
The girls waved goodbye as Ascal reciprocated and then entered the cottage.
Inside was the witch Elenia.
Shadows were deeply etched under her eyes, and her tangled hair covered her dried lips.
Elenias eyes fixed on Ascal.
They were lifeless.
Ever heard of a bath? You should clean up a bit and go out
...Dont people usually worry when they see a woman looking like this?
Whats the trouble?
Hmph. Best left unsaid.
Elenia chuckled lightly, straightening her messy hair with her hand and licking her lips. Now looking somewhat presentable, Elenia sat down.
I wont be giving you any medicine today.
Why not?
Because its poison.
****
The leader opened his eyes.
The witch has betrayed us.
I knew it.
Her background was dubious from the start.
Their n had gone awry.
The leader spoke to the forger.
Use the second method, Forger.
Alright.
What about the witch who betrayed us?
Leave her be. Being alive for the witch itself will be hell. Its pointless to interfere.
The candle was snuffed out.****Ascal took a seat opposite Elenia, leaving Sushia awkwardly standing due to theck of extra chairs.
Why would you openly share that with me?
Its meaningless now.
Endless talking leads nowhere. Sometimes, you encounter individuals who, lost in their own world, speak in a one-sided manner only they understand, convincing and concluding matters by themselves. Its an exhausting type of interaction.
Yulia.
Ascal yed his card. Elenia briefly lifted her head, then let it fall again, as if too weary to even feign surprise.
This is my subordinate, Sushia. She nearly became a saint, but now shes tormented by her ability to see ghosts. Is there a solution?
Ascal leaned his chin on his hand, waiting for Elenias response, thinking shed answer if interested.
Why resolve it? There are many who wish for such a gift yet never receive it.
That might be the case in your world, but Sushia is ordinary. Seeing ghosts brings her no joy.
There is a way.
Elenia waved her hand, and from the clutter in the cabin, a pair of ludicrous sses popped out. They were overlyrge, with odd decorations hanging from them.
Wearing these will make them invisible.
No, I cant wear this around!
If you dislike these, theres another method.
What is it?
Remove your eyeballs.
Sushia was faced with the ultimate dilemma: wear the bizarre sses or remove her eyeballs.
Then, Ill choose to remove
Get a hold of yourself, Sushia.
Ascal lightly tapped Sushias shoulder.
Stop taking out your stress on others. If theres no solution, just say so.
You caught me.
Isnt there usually a third option?
Yes. Your subordinate could be a witch.
Sushias mouth fell open.
A witch? Dont they face a lot of discrimination?
If you yourself say so, and I dont have the luxury of time to waste on such a fool, its essentially a non-option. Please leave now.
Right. Oh, and the little witches, I mean girls, outside asked to let you know they guided us here.
Elenia sprang to her feet.
There were children? Still?
They were right outside the cabin. Dont you always run into them?
Elenia, without another word, dashed out of the cabin.
Lorian! Flora! Are you there? Please respond!
Her voice carried a hint of madness.
Ascal stepped outside, while Sushia quietly watched him. After a moment of uncertainty, Sushia finally spoke.
Minister-nim, that person...
Yes. She cannot see them.
The girls were right in front of Elenia. Elenias hand reached out to touch one of the girls, but it passed through them like a ghost.
The girls looked up at Elenia with sad eyes.
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Chapter 60:
Chapter 60:
Chapter 60: The Blossom in the Western Forest
There was a woman who had lost her child.
The child was a twin.
The woman was a witch, and she struggled desperately to save her twins. Her husband, a man of high status, disapproved of her actions.
In the end, the woman renounced her status. She immersed herself in her work and finally achieved some results.
Though she couldnt bring back the lost lives, she was able to hold onto their souls in one ce.
However, the woman was cursed.
- You shall neither see nor touch your twins.
The woman continued her research and wrote books in her spare time.
She hoped that anyone who came to this forest after reading her book would be guided by her daughters and bring news of them to her.
****
Is Elenia alright?
Yes.
She always seemed sad because of us. We were a nuisance. She had that same look then.
Sushia stroked the girls hair.
No, your mother loved you very much.
But Elenia never told us she loved us.
Thats true. She always got angry when we called her mom.
Ascal pondered for a moment before approaching the girl.
May I take off your hat for a moment?
...Will you dislike us then?
That will never happen.
...Then, its okay.
Ascal removed the girls pointed hat. As expected, there were patches of hair missing, and the exposed skin on her head was stained with ck spots.
Witchs disease...
Witchs Diseasea rare, congenital illness that afflicts only a handful of children. Those born with this disease often dont survive past childhood.
No one knew a cure. After someone coined the term Witchs Disease for children believed to be born under a witchs curse, the name stuck.
This condition, and the mothers of the afflicted children, were deemed ursed.
Ascal gently touched the girls head.
It tickles... hehe.
You must have gone through so much.
Ascal looked back at Elenia, who was watching his actions with a vacant gaze, clearly terrified.
What... what did the children say? Do they hate me? Do they despise me?
They asked if you were alright.
Elenia had trapped the souls of her children in the forest but was too frightened to approach them actively, scared of what they might say.
The news brought by visitors was probably all she could handle.
Are these children reaching their limit?
Sushia asked, observing the state of the children.
Yes.
You may have bound them to thisnd, but I can see that the connection is gradually weakening. Maybe, at most, by the end of todayRight. Ive tried everything, but its been in vain.
Elenia responded with a sense of resignation.
Is this why you confessed that the medicine was actually poison?
Yes. I wanted to take revenge while the children were still here, but now its pointless.
The Empire had abandoned these children, not even recognizing them as human. In return, she wanted to set the Empire aze.
She wanted to inflict maximum pain on the father who had forsaken his children, keeping him alive just long enough to witness his empire crumble before his eyes. But now, it was toote.
Eleniaughed as if she had lost her senses.
Clip-clop, clip-clop.
Suddenly, Fer rushed in and kicked Elenia with its front hooves.
Kyah!
It seemed to have controlled its strength, as Elenia merely sprawled on the ground. Even Fer must have found the sight pitiful.
Dont hurt Elenia.
Stop it.
The two girls wrapped their bodies around Elenias, shielding her with their tiny forms even though they couldnt physically touch her.
This is absurd!
Sushia crossed her arms in anger, looking up at Elenia as if to say she should speak her mind.
Talking about revenge on the Empire, saying its pointless, I cant understand any of it. Isnt this supposed to be for the children?
What am I supposed to do then...
y with them.
But Elenia couldnt see the girls.
How were they supposed to y together?
Sushia drew a line in the dirt with a stick.
Indeed.
Elenia watched Sushias actions with curiosity.
Come on, kids! Its the stick game! The first toplete it wins!
It was tic-tac-toe.
The childrens eyes lit up.
Ill go first!
One girl drew an O right in the center.
Sushia handed the stick to Elenia.
Your turn now.
What is this...
Hurry up.
Elenia drew an X next to the O.
Soon, a new O appeared next to the X Elenia had drawn, a bit squished.
Lorian?
Lorian had always struggled to draw a perfect circle.
Elenia quickly drew another X. This time, the new circle was elongated.
Flora.
They were whimsical children. Instead of aiming to win the game, they seemed to find joy in simply drawing circles anywhere on the board.
Elenia, too, started drawing Xs in random ces. Circles even started appearing outside the drawn lines.
I cant lose.
Elenia found herself smiling as she began to draw more Xs.
Dozens of Os. Dozens of Xs.
The circles seemed to lean against Elenias Xs, as if trying to follow her lead.
Oh no. Ive lost.
Elenia dered her defeat as if following the whimsical rules set by the children.
Wow! We beat Elenia!
Lorian and Floraughed, and Eleniaughed along with them. Even though they were invisible, she could tell where her daughters were.
Since youve beaten me, I owe you a reward.
It was an old tradition. Elenia used to give her daughters a flower each time she praised them. She walked towards the garden in the forest but stopped in her tracks.
It had been quite a while since shest watered the flowers.
Huh?
But Elenia was astonished. The garden was in full bloom, as if someone had been tenderly caring for it, with a variety of flowers vividly alive.
After picking two flowers, Elenia returned to her daughters.
Here you go.
She extended her hand.
Soon, the flowers ced on her palm disappeared. The flowers danced in the air, swaying gently, like an innocent girl dancing.
Where are you going?
The two flowers drifted gently. Elenia followed them.
This is
It was her own cabin, surrounded by marsnd. But suddenly, the flowers vanished.
Lorian! Flora!Could it be?
Could they have disappeared? Had Elenia lost even the slightest trace of her daughters?
She swallowed hard.
You cant see it? That?Dance, Sushia.
All of a sudden?
And sing.
Though Sushia was unconvinced, she started dancing anyway, her movements still awkward.
Fortuna, Fortuna, ad nos veni,Veritas, Veritas, nobis lumen da.Amor, Amor, corda nostra imple.Iterum iterumque cantamus,Iterum iterumque invocamus,Ad nos veni, nobis lumen da!
Her voice was pleasant enough to make the song bearable.
As Sushia sang, starlight began to illuminate the cabin and the marsnd.
And then, the original appearance of the cabin started to reveal itself to Elenia.
Ah...
There was a flower garden. Day by day, the twins had selected especially beautiful flowers, nting them one by one around their mothers home, until they had created a garden.
Elenia.
Do we look pretty?
The twins, hiding in the flowerbed with flowers tucked into their hair after removing their hats, smiled brightly.
Of course. Youre beautiful.
Elenia smiled back. Her face was a mess of tears and a runny nose, but the twins didnt mind. Holding the twins close, Elenia fought back her tears and spoke.
Lorian. Flora.
Why, Elenia?
Call me mom.
Lorian giggled, and Flora followed suit.
Mom.
Mom.
Suddenly, the dawn was breaking.Starlight was invisible under the sun.
Their time was almost up.
Lets stop now...
Just a moment.
Elenia hugged the twins tighter, wanting to feel their warmth a little longer, and kept whispering in their ears.
I love you, I love you. Mom loves you.
Me too.
And Flora too.
Moved by the moment, Sushia started crying bitterly.
Ascal, watching the scene, pulled a white marble from his pocket. As a man with ck hair, he couldnt forgive such a melodramatic scene.****Last night, the Dragon of Fate appeared in Ascal''s dream.
Where on earth did you find that marble?
I just picked it up in the Kingdom of Kelli.
Give it to me.
...Why?
With it, I can regain all my power. I could even make you an emperor.
Are you mad? I cant possibly give it to you.
Then just a tenth of it.
...Is it that desirable to you?
Lets make a deal. If you need my power, hold the marble and call out. If its within my means, Ill make it happen. In return, Ill take a tenth of the marble.
Can you make an escape from the Empire happen?
Except for that.
****
Dragon of Fate! Save these two people! And just so you know, subjective interpretations are not allowed. You know what I want, so figure it out and make it happen!
Suddenly, clouds gathered, and it felt as if time had stopped.
-How can one bring back the dead?
Is there nothing the great Dragon of Fate can do?
-Thats the problem with those whove been around the block. They get toofortable and start asking for the impossible.
Is there a way or not?
-Bringing back the dead is impossible. However, theres something that witch had prepared in advance. All I have to do is add my part to it.
I reject any bizarre interpretations.
-Do I look like the type to deceive a regr?
Can you also stamp a loyalty card?
-...In all my years, Ive never encountered such a character.
The Dragon of Fate exhaled a breath. Had Ascal crossed the line? He regretted it.
But the breath did not incinerate Ascal. Instead, he felt a tingling sensation on his arm and rolled up his sleeve.
There was a mark resembling a cloud, almost like a tattoo.
-It was a good deal.
Lets meet again.
-Indeed.The clouds dissipated.
Elenia, sensing something amiss, looked around.
Lorian! Flora!
Daylight had broken.
The deadline had finally passed.
Elenia copsed to the ground.
No matter how much one prepares, farewells never get easier.
Then,
The cabin door opened.
Descending the cabins steps were two girls in meticulously crafted handmade dresses, looking almost like dolls.
Lets go, Sushia.
Just like this?
Be aware of the situation. We should give them some space. We can collect our duester. Whats one more day of seeing ghosts?
Its not about the payment...
Sushia looked distressed, suddenly seeming like a psychopath.
Just then, Fer stretched its front legs, readying itself.
Here we go!The day was bright. Fer ran effortlessly through the trees, the wind refreshing.
****
Nice to meet you. As of today, Ive received official permission to open a new fortune-telling shop. Ivee to distribute some sweets.
Im the clerk, Lorian!
And Im the cashier, Flora!
Elenia, her face beaming with joy, looking so radiant it was hard to believe she was the same person from yesterday, bowed slightly to Ascal.
...Im the minister here. Who gave you the permission?
Oh. There you are, Ascal.
The Crown Prince, showing himself at the Evaluation Department for the first time in a while, smiled refreshingly.
I was the one who granted the permission.
Cough. Even if you are His Highness the Crown Prince, setting up amon merchant without consulting me...
Is that so? Its not every day someone gets the experience of employing a nations Empress. A former one, but still.
...What did you say?
Elenia smiled gently.
Come to think of it, I never told you my previous name.
Excuse me?
I am Ellen Barba, the former Empress of the Barba Empire. Of course, now Im just a fortune teller.
Ellen Barba.
One day, she disappeared, and her name was erased from history as the first empress of Kamalon Barba.Shes my mother.
What kind of, this cant be, then what about the princesses...
I do meet with Serena from time to time. Its always better to have a daughter whos more sociable than a gruff son.
Ha. Vanishing without a word and now this. What are you saying, mother?
It then urred to him, he first met Elenia in the guise of an old woman. He remembered how she had watched Yulia for an unusually long time. And setting up an illegal street stall around the Evaluation department on purpose.
Well, what can you do? If I had revealed myself to you, Yulia would have killed me.
Yulia does have her obsessive tendencies.
The Empress of the royal family... a witch?
Oh dear. Youve discovered the secret. We cant have that. Lorian. Flora.
Lorian and Flora stuffed candies into Ascals mouth.
Mmph!
Well, youve discovered the secret. Now youre in the same boat as the Empire. Though, youve been aboard all along. If you were considering emigration or retirement...
The Crown Prince spoke.
Snap out of it.And with that, the Crown Prince disappeared with augh.
Of course, you wouldnt have thought of that, for you are someone, the hidden dragon and sturdy pir of the Empire! Hahahaha! Continue to protect the Empire! But, having risen so high, why are you still called the hidden dragon?
****
Laika was in the editorial office of the Empires newspaper.
Memories have resurfaced.
What business does a traitor have here?
The forger.
A man with a prosthetic leg spoke coldly, leaning on his cane.
Do not casually mention that name.
Yet, I must express my gratitude to you.
What nonsense is that?
Laika pulled out copies of the Empires newspaper and magazine, filled with articles advocating for the Cat tribe, massage parlors, and their entry into the Empire.
J.S., thats another of your pseudonyms.
You.
At first, I thought it was mere coincidence. But when I put it all together, it became clear. pping requires two hands. The minister employed us without discrimination, and someone took up the pen.
Laika knelt, extending both palms forward in a gesture of utmost gratitude.
Thank you. Truly, thank you for saving our kin.
How amusing. I just wrote articles about the Cat tribe because they were well-received. It was just the flow of the times.
The article youre writing now, is it about a witch?
Yes. The shocking truth that the Empress of the Empire was actually a witch. This will shake the Empire to its core.
Forger, youre inherently one-legged.
The forger looked down at his leg, fitted with a new prosthetic developed by the Department of Development and Innovation. It was affordable, widely avable, and so efficient that it caused no inconvenience.
Weve faced much discrimination, simply for being born this way.
Yes. And thats why you sought to destroy the Empire. I dont know why Im telling this to a traitor.
"..."
Do you still harbor hatred for the Empire?
Of course...
The forger found himself unable toplete his sentence. The hatred that should have surged from deep within was suddenly blocked, as if stuck in his throat.
Release the witch. She too has suffered long enough.
But.
Im asking you, please.
......
The forger dropped the article he was writing onto the floor.
Damn it! My original draft, not even copied! If I lose this, I wont be able to submit the article on time! This is serious.
Laika eyed the paper that had fallen before him.
Chewing thoughtfully.
It tasted good, must be using quality paper.
This is indeed serious. All the evidence within it would be lost as well.
What can one do? Such is life. Ill have to rewrite it.
The forger picked up his pen.
I heard flowers are blooming in the western forest of the Empire. The ce thats always gloomy, known as a spot for suicides and strictly off-limits. That should make for a good filler.
Whats the name of the flower?
Camellia, or something like that...
****
Sushia spoke up.
Im back. Former director.
Werent he supposed to have found peace?
Im not sure.
Sushia has been taking lessons from Elenia from time to time. She seemed to have gotten the hang of controlling her ability to see ghosts.
Ah!
Sushia doused him with water.
-Oh, oh, oh.
The former director found peace once again.
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Chapter 61:
Chapter 61:
Chapter 61: Lets nt Trees
A royal decree had arrived.
The archaic handwriting and choice of words revealed the documents origin.
This is serious.
The Emperor is taking action.
With his health recently improved, the Emperor had been looking for ways to keep himself busy. However, control of the empire had already shifted to the Crown Prince, and so the Emperor had started to engage in these seemingly meaningful but ultimately futile tasks typical of someone nearing retirement.
But it was an imperialmand. It could not be ignored.
Ascal gathered his department heads to ry the message.
Each of us should nt a tree.
Where should we nt them?
In the backyard behind the Evaluation Department. Each person can nt a sapling there.
Hmm.
The response was lukewarm.
Ascal considered three options:
1. Scold them.
2. Motivate them.
3. Straight up ignore the decree.It became clear. There are things you only see when you reach this position. The first option was overwhelmingly tempting.
As Ascal was deep in thought,
Does everyone intend to tarnish the Ministers reputation? Other departments will be nting trees too; we cant afford to be outdone.
''Incredible.''
Ascal was moved.
Kane, a department head, had yed his card right. It was like a skill from a game that only activates with a loyalty level above 80...
Thats a good point. Ive heard the Department of Development and Innovation is on the rise. Wouldnt it be embarrassing to lose the title of Outstanding Department to them next year?
I actually enjoy nting!Arin suddenly spoke up, drawing everyones attention.
She then averted her gaze, seemingly embarrassed.
''Right. She was a department head too.''
Its a bit nerve-wracking, but having enthusiasm is certainly a good thing.
Then, lets conclude this meeting with that.
****
Should I just mix some poison in the medicine? That inept old fool is finally gettingfortable, and now hes tormenting his subordinates again. Maybe I should just end him...
Elenia, the former Empress of the Empire, spat out these venomous words.
Ascal, unable to respond, simply sat in his chair, staring into space. Sometimes, its best to pretend you didnt hear anything. Engaging could lead to a permanent separation of his head from his body.
Hows business going?
Realizing she was the former Empress, Ascal seriously contemted whether he should use honorifics with her, but decided to interact with her as usual when she was just Elenia.
It seems this family has a penchant for double identities. Yulia, Serena, Eleniacould the Crown Prince be the same?
Yes. Where there are people, there are concerns. Everyone has their own set of worries. Love advice, for instance...
I see.
Hehe. You seem quite popr, Minister?
Elenia leaned in and whispered to Ascal.
Which of my daughters catches your fancy? Serena or Yulia?
Ascal replied calmly.
How could I dare harbor disrespectful thoughts towards the noble royal family?
Youre not exactly out of their league anymore, are you?
"..."
Those yful obsidian eyes. Getting caught in a witchs pace always leads to loss. Ascal feigned ignorance.
Lets end the jokes here. You came to the fortune-telling house to have your fortune told, right? Oh, by the way, fortunes are free for life for you, Minister.
And the candy is free too!
Flora came toddling over and handed Ascal a candy. He patted Floras head and savored the candyit was grape-vored.
So, what would you like to know from your fortune?
Escape from the Empire.
You havent given up on that yet?
Escape from the Empire.
Ha...
Elenia fiddled with a crystal ball. Last time, she had looked into it without much thought, and it shattered, but this time she was careful to avoid overloading it.
Repeatedly consulting the fortune about the same matter wasnt ideal, but Ascal was also a benefactor and a man who brought storms with him, causing his fate to change dramatically.
Maybe this time.
Ah. It might actually be possible?
Really!?
The direction of fate points north, north. That way, your wish might juste true.Ascals mood improved dramatically.
Youre the best fortune teller.
Thanks for thepliment. Oh, and I heard you were nting trees; do you need any saplings?
I was nning to look for some after work, but if its not too much trouble, Id appreciate it.
Here you go.
Elenia handed him a sapling in a small pot, its vibrant green leaves fluttering.
Thank you.
...
At the Evaluation Department, apetitive tree nting had begun. To make it more interesting, bets were ced on whose tree would grow the best.
Ascal was skeptical.
''Its not like trees grow overnight; it would be a miracle if they didnt just wither away after a few weeks.''
Despite his grumbling, Ascal nted the sapling in the backyard.
But the tree grew overnight.
''What on earth happened in just one day...''
Was it a mistake to use the poop of gem frogs as fertilizer, or was there something peculiar about the sapling the witch gave him, or perhaps it was the song Sushia sang to it that caused it to grow?
Ascal, seeing the tree now as tall as he was, looked around in shock.
All the other saplings nted by his colleagues were gone.
Had someone dug them out overnight?
But there were no signs of digging.
My Lucius...! Who would do such a thing!
Sushia,ing with a watering can, copsed in despair.
Calm down, Sushia. We can nt more saplings.
But, but Lucius wonte back.
Ascal consoled Sushia and instructed his staff to nt new saplings.
The next day, the saplings were gone again.
And Ascal''s tree had grown evenrger, now taller than Ascal himself.
Could it be that this tree is absorbing the other saplings?
Sushia, arriving with her watering can, copsed once more.
Maximus!!!!!!
Stop getting attached to them in just one day.
Then Yulia, examining the tree, remarked,
The reddish hue in the grain, the greed consuming itspetitors... It could be a Red Lightning Tree. Where did you get this?
From the fortune teller...Ascal swallowed his words. Hadnt he yet to witness a mother-daughter reunion? From what he had heard, their rtionship didnt seem too warm.
Are you talking about the new fortune-telling shop? Ill go check it out right away.
Now that I think about it, it might have been from a flower shop.
What was the name of the flower shop?
Erus, was it?
Theres no such flower shop in the empire. You must be mistaken, Minister.
Could it be that Lia knows the name of every flower shop in the empire? Thats unlikely. This must be a bluff.
And if a flower shop sold this sapling, they would be penalized. Its an unauthorized exotic species.
Now that I think about it, it might have been from the fortune teller.
To give him a harmful tree. Ascal didnt hesitate to me the fortune teller.
****
Cough, cough. What brings you to this poor old woman?
Elenia had transformed into an old woman. She looked different from when he first saw her at the illegal street stall.
The twins were also missing.
Peeking around, Ascal noticed the twins hiding like cats under covered tables and in crevices.
The twins put their fingers to their lips and mouthed silently:
- Its hide and seek. We cant get caught.
Ascal pretended not to notice.
Where did you get this sapling you gave to the Minister?
Its from my homnd, but is there a problem with the sapling?
See for yourself.
Oh, my back.
The old woman picked up her cane and went outside.
What was Elenias purpose in giving him such a sapling?
The old woman, seemingly with poor eyesight, approached and caressed the trees grain.
What is this... Why is it so big?
Elenia was flustered.
****
- Thats a divine tree.
Ascal, seriously contemting whether to remove the tree or not, met a dragon in his dream.
It seems we meet quite often these days.
- Id rather be sleeping peacefully, but interesting things keep happening.
Whats a divine tree?
- Its a tree with a spirit. Some races worship it as a guardian deity. However, usually, trees that aim to be divine end up dying instead.But why would such a precious divine tree grow in the backyard of the Evaluation Department?
There were too many guesses to even begin to list.
- Offer tribute to me.
Pardon?
- That orb would be ideal, but a divine tree could somewhat restore my power too.
It hasnt even fully grown yet?
- In about a hundred years, it should be mature. Offer it then.
Most humans dont live a hundred years.
- You...
Just then, a white dragon appeared and bit other dragons neck.
- Ouch.
It wasnt very effective.
The newly appeared dragon was much smallerpared to the dragon, even smaller than Ascal.
Then, the small dragon turned to look at Ascal.
[Ive finally found you.]
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Chapter 62:
Chapter 62:
Chapter 62: Opening an Era
Ascal arrived at work in a daze, haunted by a peculiar dream.
Who was that white dragon appearing at the end?
Upon opening the door to his office, Ascal was confronted with an ominous sight.
You mustnte this way, Lord Ascal!
Lia, pale as a ghost, was blocking something. It was the first time Ascal had seen her so panicked, her fear palpable.
Ascal stopped in his tracks.
Lia, a future swordmaster and Arcmage, scared? Could it be that a hero has finallye to assassinate us?
No point in running from an assassin of that caliber.
Better chances of survival if he joined forces with Lia.
I was once praised by my father Arthur for my talent. Perhaps its time to showcase the swordsmanship skills Ive kept hidden.
Ascal reached for the ceremonial sword that was a staple essory for high-ranking officials of the empire.
The Debrue Magic Swordsmanship, Debrues Third Form.
The First Form...
Bark!
A dogs bark echoed.
A puppy, sized somewhere between a small and medium dog, was padding around the office.
It resembled a Pomeranian.
Lia, trembling, managed to say,
You couldnt possiblyy a hand on Lord Ascal.
Whats the matter, Lia?
Bark!
Eek!
Ascal approached the white puppy.
Hand.
The puppy ced its paw in Ascals hand.
Good.
-Pant, pant.
Are you a lost dog? How did you get in here?
No matter how unassuming it may seem, its still one of the empires critical facilities, the Evaluation Department. Only someone with the force of the dwarf that broke in before could breach the security with ease.
Ascal nced at Lia.
Lia, still pale, had her hands sped together in a defensive stance.
It then urred to him, even Yulia, near perfection, had one weakness.
Her fear of dogs.
Ever since being chased and bitten by a dog in her youth, she developed cynophobia. Knowing this, the rebels would often depict dogs on their gs and decorations.
If youre afraid of the dog, why dont you step outside for a moment? Ill send it out and call you back in.
No, if by some chance Lord Ascal were to get bitten, it could lead to illness. Ill take it outside. Eek!
The white puppy dashed through Lias legs.
Lia copsed to the ground.
-Jump.
The white puppy made a beeline for an orb ced on a shelf in the office.
-Jump!
But it was too short to reach.
Do you want to y with that? Shall I get it down for you?
Perhaps it wanted to y ball.
As soon as Ascal touched the orb.
- No.
A familiar voice reached Ascal.
It was Cloud Dragon. But this time, the direction of the voice was slightly different.
-Hiss.
It was a snake, a pale one at that.
- Its me.
Why in that form?
- Do you have any idea how much power it takes to manifest? This is more taxing than summoning a bolt of lightning.
So why?
- Thats a White Dragon, the guardian deity of the Kingdom of Kelli. And that orb youve brought here is the Dragon Pearl, the source of the White Dragons power.
When bombarded with an overwhelming amount of information all at once, the human brain can seize up. Ascal watched, orb in hand, as the white puppy yfully jumped around.Thats the White Dragon? Not a Pomeranian?
- The White Dragon was once a worthy opponent for me...
Lost in thought, the snake was picked up barehanded by Lia.
Where did this snakee from? Ill take care of it.
Despite her fear of dogs, she had no hesitation in grabbing a snake with her bare hands. Isnt it usually the other way around?
- Please, save me.
Cloud Dragon pleaded inly.
Hold on. Wait. This snake is my pet. Ive recently taken up snake-keeping as a hobby.
I see.
Lia gently ced the snake down. Into a bucket.
- Get me out of here.
As Ascal reached into the bucket, the snake slithered up onto his shoulder.
Grrrr!
And then, the white puppy charged.
Towards the snake on Ascals shoulder.
Cloud Dragon skillfully dodged the attack. The White Dragon persisted in its pursuit. Their battle was fierce.
It was a match made in heaven, or rather, a dog chasing a snake.
Hiss!
Bark!
Ascal made his judgment.
What a mess.
The sh between the two dragons ended only when both were utterly exhausted.
The dogy sprawled on the floor, panting heavily, while the snake was too limp to move.
- Truly a worthy adversary, White Dragon.
But why could Ascal hear Cloud Dragons voice and not the White Dragons?
Ascal looked puzzledly at the white dog.
- Its because you havent made a pact.
Then, the white dog suddenly stood up and extended one paw towards Ascal.
- It seems to be asking for something. That might allow it to speak.
Is it okay to give it?
- Its up to you.
Ascal fetched a cookie and gave it to the dog.
The white dog took the cookie from Ascal and scurried to a corner to nibble on it quietly.
As the dog finished the cookie, another voice echoed in Ascals head, sounding drowsy and dreamlike, like a young girls.
- Give me another one.
Ascal pulled out another cookie.
The dog retreated to the corner again to devour it.
- Its delicious. So very delicious.
Ascal turned to Lia.
Could you step outside for a moment? It seems safe now.
But...
Its an order.
...Understood.
Lia quietly stepped outside, sneaking peeks through the door crack.
Are you sure youll be alright?
I said Im fine.
Ill be nearby. Call me if its dangerous.
Understood.
Watching the dog eat cookies as if a monster devouring human flesh hardly seemed credible.
Ascal firmly shut the door, leaving Lia looking disheartened.
Ascal poured some water into his palm from a bottle.
Thirsty, the dog licked it from his palm, tickling him.
- Ive gratefully received your offering.
So, youre the White Dragon?
- Yes. I am the guardian deity of the Kingdom of Kelli, the master of the ancient eternal snows...
- And a poor dog who cant even mimic a human properly due tock of power.
- Uh... Youre in the same boat, Cloud Dragon.
- Im better off than you. Behold, this magnificent breath.
The snake exhaled a breath. A tiny puff of breath, like from a humidifier.
- Envious?
- Yes, envious...
So, what brings you here, White Dragon?
The dog turned to face him.
- Return the orb you took. Its mine.
Ascal held the orb, contemting.
It was logically right to return it to its original owner. But the situation he was witnessing transcended mere logic, a mythological scenario in miniature.
- If you give it back, I wont be able to protect you.
- Return it, and Ill make you a king. Humans all want to be kings, dont they?
- As I said before, give it to me, and youll be an emperor. You do understand an emperor ranks above a king.
Enough.Ascal raised the orb high.
The eyes of both the snake and the dog followed the orb.
This situation, its like something out of a book from a past life he has read.
In Greek and Roman mythology, Parises across a golden apple by chance. Soon after, three goddesses descend, each promising wealth and glory in exchange for the apple.
And what happened to Paris after he awarded the apple to the most beautiful goddess? He was struck by a poisoned arrow, suffered terribly, and died a miserable death.
Reflecting on this, Ascal thought.
If he were Paris, with the golden apple...
...
This orb is now yours, Bernstein.
No, I dont want it. Take it, please.
...
His attempt to offload it failed.
Returning home to ponder, Ascalid down on his bed, exhausted, and ced the orb on the bedside table.
Seros, his pet, leaped up to greet him.
Perhaps it was the tonic it had, but Seros seemed muchrger than before and appeared to understand him better...
Ha. Do you want the orb?
It was meant as a joke.
Seros flicked out its tongue and gobbled up the orb.
Then Seros began to change. Its scales turned transparent like ss, shimmering beautifully. Seross, in its new form, hopped onto Ascals shoulder.
And nuzzled Ascals face.
Ticklish, you little rascal.
****
- It doesnt matter.
Cloud Dragon was surprisingly calm upon hearing that the frog had eaten the orb.
- Instead, use the frogs droppings as fertilizer for the divine tree. It might not even take a hundred years, perhaps much less.
Following Cloud Dragons advice, Seros droppings were used as fertilizer for the tree, which had doubled in size by the next day.
The branches stretched out, creating a cool shade. It seemed to asionally fan a breeze like a handheld fan.
- The divine tree acknowledges you as its master, or perhaps, as a parent.
Thats quite the responsibility.
- Take good care of it. Once the divine tree fully matures, it will...
Cloud Dragons words became inaudible, as if filtered out.
- Oh dear, am I revealing too much? I cant ignore it, even with my limited power.****The next day.
A young girl with white hair entered the office.
She had an air of mystique about her.
Give me more to eat.
From the voice, it was clear it was the White Dragon.
Feeling an inexplicable sense of guilt, Ascal pulled out a generous amount of cookies. The girl nibbled away at the cookies.
You used my orb as food, didnt you?
...It seems so.
Its fine. The Divine Tree is gradually restoring my strength. I should recover in about a hundred years. But Ill need to stay around here.
These dragons have a different concept of time. A hundred years, as if its just someones name?
Besides, arent you curious? Why do all these strange things happen only to you, why do things turn out differently than intended?
Ascal looked at the White Dragon.
Why?
The White Dragon was about to speak.
First, among the people around you...
Stop.
Ascal cut her off.
I dont want to hear it. If something is hidden, there must be a reason for it. I dont want to know by force. If you want to tell me, youll do so on your own.
It was the sharp intuition honed from years in public service.
Are you listening to know whats going to happen?
Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
I see.
The White Dragon said, almost enviously.
If only I had someone like you around me.
It seemed like a strange misunderstanding.
****
Someone was eavesdropping outside Ascals office.
Initially, they intended to enter boldly, but missed the timing and it seemed like a serious secret conversation was taking ce.
Minister-nim... someday I must tell...
Sushia bit her lip, pondered for a moment, and then turned to leave.
****
I dont want to hear it. If theres something hidden, there must be a reason. I dont want to force it. If they want to talk, they will.
And there was one more person.
...Lord Ascal.
Yulia bowed her head and sat quietly in front of the office door, for quite a long time.
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Chapter 63:
Chapter 63:
Chapter 63: Departure to the North
Sushia had made up her mind.
She decided to reveal her hidden secret to Ascal.
Minister-nim... The truth is...
Whats the matter? If you want a snack,e and take one. Since when did you bother with such formalities?
But it was not easy.
Even for Sushia, the words would rise to her throat, only to get stuck there.
However, Sushia was ady of the dukedom.
She had been ustomed to high-ss education since she was young.
She possessed a trick or two for situations like this.
A strategy known as Boiling Frog.
Starting with a minor secret, gradually increasing the intensity to reveal a more significant one.
Minister-nim, I once secretly ate cookies when you were not around...
Ascal looked at Sushia with disbelief.
Did you think I wouldnt know?
Are you forgiving me?
No. Youll be docked pay equivalent to the cookies you stole.
How could this be.
Nheless, she had passed the first step.
Though it came at the cost of losing 20% of her sry.
Sushia decided to escte further.
Ive secretly criticized your fashion sense in our office, calling it outdated.
Sushia.
Yes?
Is this some kind of patience test? I lose if I get angry?
Ascal spoke nonchntly.
Then he returned to his work.
Sushia sighed with relief.
She had safely passed this stage too.
Raising the water temperature seemed to work so far.
The next day, Sushia decided to increase the temperature further.
You know, when thedies were chasing after you, I actually sold them your unused items, like old feather pens. It was quite profitable...
Guard!
Eek! Im sorry! Minister-nim! Please forgive me this once!
Ascal looked at Sushia being dragged away with disdain.
Sushia didnt know.
In reality, a frog jumps out when it finds itself in boiling water.
Sob, sob. I wont do it again.
Sushia cried, holding onto the bars of a makeshift cell (something like an animal cage).
Fortunately, Sushia was released on probation, at the cost of an entire months sry.
Sushia sighed.
There was probably no need to reveal the secret after all.
****
The Empires North is cold.
With its rugged terrain and harsh weather,
Subspecies of animals adapted to this climate,monly referred to as monsters, roam around, and from time to time, tribes looking for warmernds knock on the Empires gates.
Its a ce not for the faint-hearted, but for warriors.
Yet, the Empire did not fear for the North.
For it was guarded by the Iron-blooded Swordmaster, the imprable shield of the North, Duke Felix.
This is serious.
The Crown Prince let out a sigh upon reading the missive from the North.
The message, brought by an eagle, contained just one word.
Had Duke Felix ever called for help before? Had he ever even hinted at being in distress, even in passing?
Never.
This was undoubtedly an emergency.
The Crown Prince urgently convened a meeting.
****
There are dwarves, the Stonehead tribe, in the North. Could they have invaded?
Nonsense. Why would they suddenly invade the Empire after centuries of peace? And if that were the case, the message would have mentioned dwarves.
Or not.
It was an emergency meeting.
Even the ministers who usually found excuses to skip meetings had no choice but to attend.
Watching them throw in their two cents, the Finance Minister Sorbe pressed his temples.
These people, their absence would be more helpful.
Could Duke Felix be gravely ill?
Thats a possibility.
But what exactly does help mean in the message? I wish it contained more detailed information.
Minister Robin of the Magic Department spected.
Looking at the seal and handwriting, its definitely from Duke Felix. Hes a very pragmatic man. If he only wrote help, there must be a significant reason.
So, we have no concrete information yet?
Seems like it.
Hearing the exchange between Robin and Sorbe, the Foreign Minister Rampon chimed in.
Lets just wait. With what we have, theres nothing we can do right now. Lets wait for the messenger.
That was somewhat a valid point.
Though it likely stemmed from a desire to avoid hassle, the statement wasnt wrong. Robin was about to retort but then held back.
At that moment, as the meeting was about to be adjourned with no resolution, Ascal spoke up.
I will go to the North.
You will?
Everyones eyes turned to Ascal.
This is the message sent by Duke Felix. If this matter requires urgency, it might already be toote. Please send me to the North.
Hmm...
Would you go to such lengths...
Robin was impressed.
To think that someone so young, in such a high position, could remain so devoted to the Empire, instead of bing arrogant orzy.
I knew my judgment was right.
Robin had been evaluating Ascal since he was a mere civil servant. Although he hadnt been able to bring him into the Magic Department, seeing him shine in the Empire was gratifying.
I object.
The Crown Prince dismissed the idea.
Lets be direct. If the North is in a state of emergency, what can a single person do there?
It wasnt a wrong assessment. Ascal was neither a Swordmaster capable of facing hundreds alone nor a Great Mage. In the cold North, he would be no more than an ordinary man.
And if... if we were to lose Ascal in the North, the Empire would suffer an unimaginable loss. Thats something I dont even want to think about.
I agree.
Hmm.
At the same time, the Crown Prince looked at Ascal with warm eyes, as if to say, I recognize your passion for the Empire, now leave it to me.
Im cornered now, Ascal thought, sinking into deep contemtion.
The direction of fate points north, north. That way, your wish might juste true.
Ascal recalled the prophecy.
No sooner had he heard such a prophecy than bad news arrived from the North?
This situation in the North was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.
I didnt want to involve him if I could avoid it...
Ascal nced at Bernstein sitting next to him.
Bernstein, looking as if wondering what Ascal had gotten into, stared back at him and then seemed to realize something, nodding his head.
Their eyes met.
- Could it be the North?
- Yes. There might be a chance to escape there.
- Are you sure?
- Just trust me.
The Minister of Development and Innovation, Bernstein, spoke up.
It would be meaningless if only the Minister of Evaluation goes. But if I, a technician, were to go, it would be a different story. I, too, will go to the North.
Hmm...!
The Crown Prince let out a sigh once again.
Honestly, he wanted to dissuade them.
What kind of country sends its top officials to a dangerous area? It really should have been the underlings who were sent.
Yet, at the same time, he wanted to honor the loyalty of these two passionate young men.
Give me a little more time.
****
The Crown Prince was deep in thought in his office.
Was it right to dispatch Ascal and Bernstein to the North? Given their history of performing miracles, they might achieve beyond what anyone could imagine.
But what if they were lost? A dark cloud would loom over the Empire once again.
Its not feasible.
The risk was too great.
Curbing youthful recklessness was also part of a superiors role. Just as the Crown Prince was about to make his decision,
Big brother, I have a favor to ask.
Good heavens!
Suddenly, Yulia appeared, catching the Crown Prince off guard, nearly causing him to stumble.
Please send them to the North.
Regaining hisposure, the Crown Prince, instead of addressing Yulias impudence, was curious.
Its been a while since youve asked for a favor. But why? Yulia, you wouldnt want Ascal to be in danger either.
I will go with them.
You?
The Crown Prince thought reflexively. Was she seeking an opportunity to be alone with him? Yet, he decided not to voice this thought.
Having you there would indeed make it safer, but that makes it even less permissible. Do you want to make me out to be the bad brother who sends his sister to the cold North?
Is it not possible?
Yes. I n to send reliable talents to the North, but not you.
Yulia turned her head sharply.
Are you upset?
Yes.
The Crown Prince was a bit taken aback. His sisters emotions seemed to have be more varied recently. Whether this was good or bad, he couldnt tell.
Your Highness! Another message has arrived from the North!
This message was slightly different from the first. The Crown Prince let out a sigh, the third one for the day.
It contained a name.
This time, it was an official request.
Even for the Crown Prince, it was difficult to ignore a request from the Duke of the North.
Yulia spoke up.
If youre that worried, why not send someone else along with them?
Who are you suggesting?
...father...
?
****
Eventually, the individuals to be dispatched to the North were decided.
Minister of Evaluation, Ascal Erindale.
Minister of Development and Innovation, Bernstein.
Ministers, please board the carriage!
It was an impressive procession. Traveling to the North was no easy task. Carriages loaded with supplies and soldiers lined up for the escort.
Im not sure if this is the right decision.
Bernstein.
What?
If we fail this time, Im thinking of giving up... This is myst earnest attempt.
Ascal gazed into the distance as he spoke, and Bernsteins eyes slightly reddened.
Lets seed, no matter what. Ascal.
Ah... Bernstein.
As the fists of two unlikely allies were about to meet, another significant figure appeared. Ascals pupils dted in shock upon seeing this person.
Her Highness Princess Yulia Barba is here!
Ascal was taken aback. Yulia had clearly taken a leave of absence. Why was she here in person?
This carriage is not meant for Her Highness!
Be quiet, you lowly creature.
...?
But there was something off about her aura.
Yulia, having boarded the carriage Ascal was in, scanned the interior with anguid gaze.
Quite a smelly carriage, isnt it?
Was Yulia always this toxic in personality? Well, yes, but...
While Ascal was lost in thought, Yulia took a seat in the carriage.
And then,
You always seem to be running away.
Yulia yed with her hair, stroking her tinum locks that fell over her shoulders, and eventually rested her chin on her hand, looking at Ascal.
If thats the case, I have no choice but toe and catch you myself. No matter how many times it takes, even dozens.
Ascal broke out in a cold sweat.
Is this really Yulia?
****
Minister-nim! Im finally ready to confess! The truth is...
No one was there.
Sushia tilted her head in confusion at the sight of the empty office.
A staff member who came to clean said,
The minister left for the North yesterday.
How could this be...
Sushia copsed to the ground in dismay.
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Chapter 64:
Chapter 64:
Chapter 64: Receiving a Proposal
The biting cold of the wind sweeps through thend.
Atop the imprable northern fortifications of Wintertide, stood the warriors of the empire.
Among them, a man draped in the hide of the fearsome Frostfang Wolf caught everyones eye.
His name was Grand Duke Felix.
A Swordmaster celebrated by the empire and the steadfast shield of the North.
People hailed him as the Iron-blooded Swordmaster.
Stoke the fire some more. Its still cold.
Ah, the wind keeps snuffing out the embers, sir.
Dont we have any magicians around? Its a real hassle every time we need to start a fire.
Would any of those precious magicians bothering here? Even a heap of gold wouldnt keep them from running away.
Duke Felix warmed his hands by the flickering fire, teetering on the brink of extinction.
Roast some sausages before the fire dies.
Weve run out of herbs, what should we do?
Hunger is the best spice. Lets eat them raw.
Biting into a hot sausage handed to him by a soldier, Duke Felix grimaced. It tasted awful, like it hadnt been properly cleaned of its innards.
The North had always been a harsh ce, buttely, it seemed even more so.
Above all,
Hes still at it, I see.
Bing a Swordmaster sharpens all five senses to their peak. Yet, Duke Felix harbored a doubt.
Is it bing a Swordmaster that sharpens your senses, or is it because your senses are sharp that you be a Swordmaster?
He nned to seriously discuss this with another Swordmaster someday, but the likelihood of that happening in the North was as slim as a hot spring suddenly erupting here.
Anyway,
Duke Felix saw it.
A towering giant, standing still in the distance.
Nearly half the height of the fortifications.
With frost-covered pale blue skin, arms muscr enough to casually fling stone walls aside, and tusksrger than those of an elephant.
Each step the giant took caused a minor earthquake, leaving deep footprints behind.
And the first thing Duke Felix did upon seeing the giant was to reflexively signal for help.
For the first time in his life, he called for help from the empire.
He was genuinely scared.
Its something when something is big, but this was fortress-level big.
...In hindsight, he should have provided more specific information about the situation and who the adversary was. But by then, the eagle had already flown away.
He had sent a messenger, at least.
But then again, what kind of help could the empire possibly provide against a giant?
In the end, it was the North that had to face the giant.
Warriors of the North, brace yourselves for death!
Duke Felix mobilized all forces for defense. However, no matter how much time passed, the giant remained motionless.
Suddenly, a schr who had climbed up to the ramparts spoke up.
This is a Frost Giant. Also known as Gant de Gel, , , , and...
Enough.
Duke Felix cut him off before he could delve into ancient history.
Schrs had a tendency to be verbose once they started on something they knew.
So, why isnt this Frost Giant attacking?
I wouldnt know. If I did, Id be a seer, not a schr.
I see.
The schr shrugged. Duke Felix seemed satisfied.
Looks like we have no choice but to keep watch over the giant.
From that day on, Duke Felix began living on the ramparts.
****
Commander! The Frost Giant is scratching its behind!
He must be itchy.
Commander! The Frost Giant is eating a tree and even burped.
Must be hungry.
Commander! The Frost Giant is going to relieve itself...ugh.
Dont report such things.
Then, after some moments.
The Frost Giant began exhibiting strange behavior.
It uprooted a tree and started writing something in the snow-covered ground.
Commander, the Frost Giant is writing something. What could it be?
A Frost Giant writing letters.
Never in his life had Duke Felix expected to witness such a scene.
His eyesight was far superior to that of ordinary people. He had the vision to rival that of an eagle.
Therefore, he could clearly see what the Frost Giant was writing from this distance.
That writing!
Is it a warning of our impending doom?
No, its just terribly written.
It was a case of severe bad handwriting.
Surprisingly, the writing the Frost Giantpleted was in thenguage of the Empire.
The message read:
We need to bring Ascal.
The soldiers were shocked to hear the name Ascal. His fame had even spread to the North. However, their interesty in a slightly different direction.
Ascal? Isnt he the legendary womanizer rumored to have courted the princess?
Ah... Im envious.
But why would a Frost Giant be looking for Ascal?
If I knew that, Id be a seer.
Duke Felix remarked, So the Frost Giant speaks thenguage of the Empire. This is a significant discovery.
He thenmanded his soldiers, Cover your ears.
Yes, sir.
Duke Felix jumped down from the ramparts and strode forward, maintaining a certain distance from his soldiers and getting slightly closer to the Frost Giant.
His physical abilities are astonishing every time.
Hes not a Swordmaster for nothing.
****
It was a roar.
The soldiers were in agony. Had they not covered their ears in advance, their eardrums would have burst.
The Frost Giant looked at Duke Felix.
The giant nodded.
Duke Felix sent another message to the Empire. Fortunately, the eagle that had left home long ago had returned, unable to find a mate and looking rather dejected.
****
Feed Ascal the stew.
Your, Your Highness...
As the party neared the North, they decided to take a short break. A warm fire was kindled, and a pot began to boil.
Yulia clung to Ascals side.
My hands are frozen solid; I cant even hold a spoon. And Im so hungry.
Such actions could lead to misunderstandings.
Misunderstandings arise from interpreting things differently from the truth. What misunderstanding could possibly arise from you feeding soup to me as I shiver from the cold? Tell me.
It was strange.
Yulia, who hade on this trip to the North, was acting differently than usual.
Evenpared to Yulia with her hair down, she was much more proactive and uninhibited.
I will serve you, Your Highness.
A maid attending Yulia attempted to scoop the soup.
How tactless. Never mind, step back. Ill eat by myself.
Her Highness, whose hands were supposedly frozen, began to eat the stew without hesitation.
What on earth had happened to Yulia in the meantime?
We will soon arrive in the Duchy of the North.
Arthur Debrue gulped down his hot tea in one go.
As the leader of the Emperors hounds, Arthur was the chief in charge of escorting the party on this trip to the North.
Of course, Ascal saw through the other intentions quite clearly.
They sent him to watch me.
Ascal grumbled.
Youve be quite stern since your promotion. Father.
The sry is quite good.
How much do you earn? Shall we share our sries?
Ascal spread his fingers out.
Arthur did the same in response.
Do you earn more than a minister?
Thats why Im here in this freezing ce, isnt it?
There was no denying that logic.
With the brief rest over, the party arrived at the Duchy.
****
Hyah!
Ssh.
The first thing Ascal saw upon entering the Duchy was a Northerner diving into a pond, stark naked despite the cold weather.
And it wasnt just one; others followed suit, diving into the pond one after another.
Its a kind of countermeasure. Fight cold with cold.
The Northern Vice-Commander Simos exined as he led the group.
Theres a bear!
Ah, that scar on its face, it must be Chorong. Seems like it wants a snack.
Simos pulled out a bottle of honey from his belt, but it was frozen solid and wouldnte out easily.
Frowning, Simos smashed the bottle with his fist, breaking it and spilling the frozen honey onto the ground. Chorong eagerlypped it up.
We often keep bears as pets here.
Ascal began to seriously regreting to the North when he saw a passing Northerner licking icicles from under a roof, iming to be thirsty.
...Where is the Duke?
The Commander is on the ramparts, keeping an eye on the Frost Giant.
Frost Giant? What was that about?
There was no mention of such a thing in the dispatches.
Ah, that was supposed to be a secret. My apologies.
...
Haha. Anyway, Ill show you to your quarters. You all must be tired from your journey.
Ascal was worried they might be shown to a hut for their lodging, but fortunately, the guest quarters were quite nice.
Though not luxurious, there was a firece, the rooms were spacious, and most importantly, they were clean.
Then, Ill see you all tomorrow. Good night.
Simos left.
Feeling a deep fatigue rising from within, Ascal unpacked his belongings.
He fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed.
****
ng! ng ng!
The sound of swords shing echoed.
Ascal was jolted awake.
It was deep into the night, with only the flickering firece and candles providing a dim light.
Ascal hurriedly turned on an emergency magic stonemp.
Two figures were visible.
One was a grim-faced man, cloaked in wolf hide, and the other was a familiar face.
Arthur Debrue. His father.
The mysterious man and his father were locked inbat.
But why?
What a worthy opponent! Ive been waiting for a man like you.
I can say the same.
Their exchange was of a high caliber. If only this scene could be recorded and sold, every swordsman would empty their coffers to purchase it.
How about this?
Remarkably sharp. Is thisbat swordsmanship?
The two were engaged for a long time, long enough that themp nearly ran out and needed recing.
I like it! This is thrilling!
Good. Coming to the North was worth it!
Id love to continue until a victor emerges, but Im pressed for time. However, I dont want to let a man like you slip away.
Likewise.
Suddenly, the man produced a bottle of liquor.
How about we be sworn brothers?
Sounds good.
The two men raised their cups and emptied them in an instant.
Is this the Northern style?
Brother.
Brother. But why were you fighting? And who are you, exactly?
Ascal, who had been eagerly looking for an opportunity to interject, finally found his moment.
Hmm. I am Van Felix, in charge of the North. I came to fetch him, but unexpectedly found a worthy opponent.
I was merely fulfilling my duty as an escort.
Ascal was taken aback.
Was the man who had attacked him in the middle of the night really the Duke of the North? And his father had ended up bing sworn brothers with him after a fight?
So, why do you intend to take me, Your Grace?
Duke Felix frowned.
The giant keeps urging me. It demands that I bring you.
...?
Anyway, I assure you of your safety to the utmost. Follow me. It would be best for my new brother toe along as well.
Understood, brother.
Dawn was breaking.
Following along might not have been the best choice.
For the first time in his life,
Ascal witnessed a Frost Giant forming a heart with its hands.
It was a female, the Frost Giant.
< Marry me, Ascal >
Ascal swore never to believe in a witchs prophecy again.
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Chapter 65:
Chapter 65:
Chapter 65: Turned Upside Down
News that the Frost Giant had proposed to Ascal spread quickly through the North.
Did you hear? The Empires greatest flirt has finally charmed even the Frost Giant.
Am I witnessing a moment in history?
In the North, where the weather is perpetually cold and theres seldom much to do, gossip spreads like a gue. It traveled from family hearths to outdoor bonfires.
Eventually, everyone in the North heard about Ascal.
Even the Northern bards, sensing a major event, hurried topose new songs.
In the chilly Northernnds, Ascal set his foot. Stealing the hearts of maidens far and wide, whispering love with his eloquent words. Oh Ascal, how did you, with your sweet tongue, manage to steal even the giants heart?
Hearing the song on the streets, Ascal sent a jeer their way.
A bard, catching Ascals eye, winked.
Bernstein remarked upon seeing this.
Congrattions on escaping the Empire, Ascal. Im truly envious as a friend.
He added with a chuckle,
Im really looking forward to your first night.
Ascal threw a punch, which Bernstein deftly avoided.
The next day.
Ascal climbed back atop the Northern walls.
From afar, the Frost Giant stood unchanged.
Well, there was one change.
In the Frost Giants hand was a huge log, held in its entirety.
Whats that...
I believe its trying to give you a bouquet.
Through a magnifying tool Bernstein provided, Ascal observed the tree.
Indeed, winter flowers were blooming brightly on it.
A rather romantic giant, isnt it?
Duke Felix crossed his arms and nodded.
Your Grace.
Such formal titles. Call me uncle.
I wonder how long that giant intends to stand there?
Probably until you ept its proposal.
...
The Frost Giant stood silently, gazing at the walls. Or more precisely, at Ascal.
Schrs say the Frost Giants sight is unbelievably sharp. It might even see you from there.
What happens if I refuse the proposal, or how does the Frost Giant even know me?
Ascal realized his speech kept ending in questions.
No wonder, for the Frost Giants proposal was unprecedented. Even for Ascal, who had faced unimaginable situations before, it was hard to keep hisposure.
Why not ask directly? Hmm, lets try an experiment. Bring thergest parchment you can find!Duke Felixmanded his subordinate, who soon returned with a roll of parchment. When unrolled, it was as tall as a man.
Try writing it yourself. Surely, a direct question from you would elicit a better response.
A love letter, of all things.
Ascal, feeling ridiculous, grabbed the pen and scrawled across the parchment in thergest letters he could manage.
Two soldiers stretched out thepleted parchment.
Thats when the Frost Giant began to move. Clearly, as Duke Felix had said, its eyesight was exceptional.
And the message the Frost Giant wrote on the ground was:
Duke Felix read the message aloud.
Who could it be, the one who spoke of me to the Frost Giant?
Ascals mind raced.
Who could be a rtive of the giant and also speak so highly of him?
Then it hit him.
Jerobe.
A burly friend hed met in t Prison, now working as a guard in the Evaluation Department.
- Hehe, Ascal. I went back to my hometown for the festival after a long time. Told all my rtives about you. Heres a gift.
- Thank you.
To confirm, Ascal wrote on the parchment.
This is unbelievable. A jobnded through corruption has led to such poetic justice.
To think Jerobe was rted to the giants. His size had always seemed more than ordinary.
Hearing Jerobes story, Duke Felixmented,
Thats fortunate.
What do you mean?
Imagine if this friend Jerobe had spoken ill of you. Who knows, the North might have been destroyed by now.
Duke Felixs words brought a vague memory to Ascals mind.
In the original story, the North is obliterated without even noticing the rebellion in the Empire. The details were never clear, only mentioned in passing as if its ruins were trampled by a giant.
Could it be?
Ascal swallowed dryly.
So, what will you do?
...
Will you marry the Frost Giant, or refuse? Our actions will depend on your answer.
Duke Felixs eyes changed. These were the eyes of a leader responsible for the North.
Of course, he must refuse.It was a womans voice.
All eyes turned toward the source of the sound.
Yulia Barba, the Empires third princess, was standing there with a cold smile.
When did she get here?
As Ascal looked at Yulia, she waved cheerfully at him. Then, her gaze turned sharp as she looked at the Duke.
Who would ever want to marry that huge, smelly Frost Giant? Offering Ascal the choice, was it not just to end this matter morefortably, Duke?
Thats a bit rude, Princess.
Ahaha. Is the Duke, who tried to trade Ascal, the Empires most critical asset, into a marriage of convenience, any better?
There was never such an intention. It was merely to ask for his consent
While speaking, Duke Felix realized the contradiction in his words. Deep down, he had hoped that Ascal, unable to resist the subtle persuasion, would ept the Frost Giants proposal and peacefully resolve the matter.
The Princess had pinpointed this very point.
I apologize, Ascal. Theres no need for you to marry the Frost Giant. Attention, everyone! We are going to prepare for battle immediately!
At Duke Felixsmand, the soldiers dispersed in perfect order. Though usually rxed, they snapped to attention when needed. This was the Northern style.
Duke Felix then hastily scribbled on the parchment.
He bit his lip. The moment the Frost Giant saw the message, it might attack the walls in rage.
Finally ready to defend, Duke Felix held up the parchment.
And then.
The Frost Giant slumped down on the spot.
It remained motionless for a while.
The giant isnt moving, Commander!
No, the giant is
The Frost Giant wiped its face with a giant hand, as if trying to erase tears.
Its crying.
After a while, the Frost Giant stood up, apparently deeply affected by the rejection. The ground trembled with its every move, even from afar.
The giant is retreating. It seems to have ended well.
Is that really the case?
Duke Felix instinctively felt that the Frost Giants courtship was not yet over.
Indeed, the next day the Frost Giant returned to the front of the walls.
Thud!
The Frost Giant dropped the corpse of a massive beast on the ground.
Thats the Winter Wolf, ruler of the northern mountains!
How many warriors from the North have been sacrificed to that Winter Wolf! To finally see its corpse!
But why did the Frost Giant kill the Winter Wolf?
It looks like a dowry to me.
......
The following day,
This time, the Frost Giant came with its arms full of berries.
Those are Frost Berries, sold at a high price! Ive heard of nobles selling their homes just to taste them!
I want some too!
It seems the Frost Giant hasnt given up on you, Ascal. Thats quite the assertive approach.
......
The Frost Giant appeared in front of the walls as if it were a daily routine.
Each time it brought herbs, monsters, sparkling stones, and then would gaze at Ascal for a long while before disappearing.
And then, a month had passed since the Frost Giant first appeared in front of the walls.
Today, it hasnt brought anything.
Has the dowry finally run out?
Stop it. Its serious.
Initially, the soldiers were tense, unsure when the Frost Giant might turn violent. But now, more and more people began to root for the Frost Giant.
Such was the extent of the Frost Giants earnestness.
Its writing something.
......
......
The Frost Giant stood up.
Then, it slowly turned its back and began to walk away.
I had grown somewhat fond of it. Its sad.
But how could a giant marry a human...
The soldiers watched its back with a heavy heart.
Ascal. Where are you going? Wait!
Just then,
Ascal started to descend thedder hanging from the wall.
Without giving anyone a chance to stop him.Frost Giant!
Ascals voice was hoarse from shouting, but his faint voice stood no chance of reaching. He began walking on the snow-covered ground, his feet sinking deep with every step.
Cough, cough!
The strides of a giant and a human are worlds apart.
Chasing after the Frost Giant, Ascal stumbled and fell.
Shouldnt we help him?
Wait a moment.
Thud! Thud!
The Frost Giant was running towards Ascal.
Ascals body shook uncontrobly with the tremendous vibrations.
Ha... This is absurd.
For the first time, Ascal and the Frost Giant came face to face. The Frost Giant knelt down and carefully extended her palm.
Without fear, Ascal climbed onto the palm.
Ascal spoke.
Now that I think about it, I dont know your name. I am Ascal Erindale. Whats yours?
It was as if his ears would burst.
Even with the Frost Giants attempt at consideration, the voice was overwhelming.
Ascal put on earplugs given by Bernstein from his pocket, which made it somewhat better.
Isolda. I am but a humble man. Small in stature and unremarkablepared to you.
Thank you for seeing me in a good light. But I cannot ept your heart.
No. Its because theres someone else I need to respond to.
Im sorry.
Suddenly, Isolda raised one hand and, in an expression of pain, pulled out one of her tusks.
I only seem to be taking from you.
Isolda smiled.
Then gently ced Ascal back on the ground.
Ascal watched Isoldas retreating figure for a long while.
****Festival! Festival!
Now we can freely explore the northern mountains!
With these herbs, we can heal the sick!
And what about the ore! The North is now wealthy!
The people cheered.
Ascal! Ascal! The legendary charmer who wooed a giant! All hail!
Ascal let the crowds cheers wash over him.
He then looked at the Frost Giants tusk, which had required several carts and many people to transport.
This is tricky. Even the cksmiths are having a hard time with it.
Dont worry about that!
It was the Stonehead tribe from the North that hade upon hearing of the Frost Giant.
Its been a while, Ascal.
Dugrim?
Yes, its me.
A leading dwarf from the group of dwarves stepped forward to greet Ascal.
Come to think of it, Dugrim had mentioned he was from Stonehead when he first introduced himself.
Chief, you know him?
Youre new here, so you might not know. This hoe is one of his creations.
Dugrim lifted the hoe tied to his waist. The dwarves gasped in awe.
Wow! To meet the creator of the hoe here!
Ascal was dumbfounded.
No. That damn hoe trend hasnt died yet?
Dugrim eyed the Frost Giants tusk greedily.
With a size like this, we could make unbelievable items. Since no one but our Stonehead tribe could handle it anyway, how about you give it to us for free?
Out of the question.
Duke Felix intervened to prevent Dugrim from taking advantage.
So, how much would you want for it? Make an offer.
But Duke Felix, not being a dwarf, had no idea about the tusks market value. Dugrim crossed his arms confidently.
A hundred gold.
No, thats absurd. Who do you think you
And then Dugrim was shocked to see who appeared.
It was Yulia. Dugrim remembered the negotiations over the hoe. It had been a nightmare.
Negotiating with you is always fun. How about we negotiate all night this time?
Please, spare me.
Dugrim, following Yulia, looked like a prisoner being led to execution.
****
Eventually, the Frost Giants tusk was sold at a high price.
Ascal kept a small piece of the tusk that remained after the sale.
Additionally, the Stonehead tribe agreed to provide weapons and armor made from the tusk to the warriors of the North.
And finally,
Look here. Ascal, its your statue. Called the Scoundrel of the North.
Can we change the name?
How about The Charmer of the North? The Romantic?
Rumors, increasingly absurd, continued to spread.
After much debate, the statue was eventually named the Savior of the North.
Ascal closed his eyes.
Then, someone tapped his shoulder lightly.
It was Yulia.
Ascal. Look at me.
Your Highness?
Somehow, since arriving in the North, he hadnt once called her Lia. Perhaps the aura she exuded made her seem unapproachable.
Cant this wait until dawn?
Youll run away again, wont you?
Ill follow.
Yulia, seemingly amused, sauntered ahead with her hands sped behind her back.
This isnt the way to the lodging.
No. Its a cave. Whatever happens here, no one will know.
When she had found this ce was a mystery. The cave Yulia led him into was just big enough for two people.
Inside the dark cave, Yulia lit a magicalmp. Her face was softly illuminated, and a vani scent wafted from her hair.
Ascal took a step back. Yulia moved two steps closer.
Youre too close.
If I dont do this, youll run again. Are you afraid of me, Ascal?
He couldnt deny it, nor could he affirm it.
The image of her as a future tyrant, casually beheading her enemies, was something Ascal couldnt forget.
Couldnt forget?
Yulia slowly pushed Ascal with her palm. With no space to retreat, he found himself inadvertently lying down.
Yulias face came into view above him.
Looking down at him was a face both beautiful and somehow magical, bearing the haughty expression of a sovereign who oversees everything, as if it belonged to a persona he had never seen before.
Her warm breath brushed against his cheek.
Ascal Debrue, no, Ascal Erindale. I told you.
The world seemed upside down.
All premises began to invert.
You belong to me, even in death.
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Chapter 66:
Chapter 66:
Chapter 66: Followed by
Minister, do you have a moment?
Im swamped with work...
Minister, I have something important to tell you.
Cant it wait until tomorrow?
Minister, the weather is nice today, how about a walk after work?
Sorry, I have to take my pet, Fer, for a walk.
Rejection.
And another rejection.
Up to this point, the number of times Yulia had been turned down for non-work-rted requests was 27.
They say even a tree will fall if you strike it ten times, but Ascal wouldnt budge even after twenty-seven hits.
Sometimes she just wanted to chop him down with an axe, no, thats not right.
Yulia appears perfect on the outside.
But that wasnt innate; it was the result of training again and again, hundreds of times.
She was still immature.
As evidence to submit to the court, she still slept hugging her rabbit doll.
I was rejected by him again.
Is it because my hair was a mess today? Or did an offhand remark upset him?
She dont know.
She wish someone would give her an answer.
The rabbit doll silently stared at Yulia, its ck eyes seeming to say, So what are you going to do about it?
Yulia smacked the rabbit doll.
-Idiot. Sometimes you just have to knock a man over directly. Just go for it.
A voice echoed.
A voice that had always been in her head for some time now.
The mysterious woman iming to be Yulia Barba.
-Do you realize how popr that man is? If you just wait quietly and draw a number, you might get a chance when youre a hundred. Ahaha.
I followed your advice during thest holy festival and it only made things worse.
-Your sister seemed to like it, though? Its always best to start with the family when youre nning an approach.
This woman ims shees from the future.
She asserts that in that future, both the Emperor and the Crown Prince are dead, and she herself has be the next Empress, speaking of the empire she ruled.
-Want to hear an interesting story? Your mother is actually...
Stop. Dont mess with my head.
When Yulia first heard the voice, she tried everything.
She visited the White Mage Tower and even the church, but found no cure.
-Because I am you, Yulia Barba. The tyrant Empress. Beheading disagreeable ministers and taking whatever I desire... Ah, but there was something I could never have.
Are you talking about Lord Ascal?
-Yes. Despite offering him treasures and temptations, he never sumbed. It seems youll end up the same.
Ha.
-Youre heading to the north this time, right? Dont go. Just trust me once. Im your senior, after all. Ill show you how to truly seduce Ascal. Hes quite weak to a subtle push. That man, Debrue.
I refuse.
-And to think you even lost your first kiss.
...
-Just give me one chance. Eh? Were the same, you and I. Since we were six. Ah, he was so cute back then. If it werent for this forceful intrusion, we might have already...
Yulia recalled her first meeting with Ascal.
It was before she even knew what love was.
A very young Ascal approached Yulia, and then
Suddenly, Yulias vision went dark as she was lost in memories.
When she opened her eyes, she could no longer move her body.
-What have you done?
Its time for a substitution.
Yulia Barba, reflected in the mirror, smilednguidly.
****
In a narrow cave, a man and a woman were entangled.
Yulia Barba pushed Ascal aggressively.
I told you. Even in death, you belong to me.She was triumphant, exuding confidence.
Seeing Ascal flustered, Yulia Barba shed a triumphant smile.
It might seem trivial, but Yulia Barba employed not one, but two skills here.
First, the narrow cave where even the breathing of the other could be heard.
This special ce inevitably makes one hyper-aware of the other. It was a carefully chosen battleground by Yulia Barba.
Second, by suddenly pushing the other over in this space, she amplified the tension.
And to top it off, a perfect remark.
Yulia Barba admired her own finesse. It was a wless technique. She was confident that Ascal was already halfway won over.
Just stay put...
Then, Yulia Barba lowered herself.
Naturally, to take over her opponent.
But her body didnt move. Someone resisted fiercely, as if to say this wasnt the right way.
Stupid woman, huh. What the hell are you doing?
In the moment Yulia Barba hesitated,
Im not dead yet.
Ascal slipped out from under her in a sliding move, a level of expertise that would have earned apuse from those who knew him well.
Standing in his ce, Ascal cracked his tense neck.
Something felt off.
Lia had been acting strange since they headed north.
Disrespectful, treating those beneath her poorly,cking manners.
That wasnt the Lia Ascal knew.
Lia was always considerate, meticulously checking if anything was amiss, a hard worker who pushed herself, albeit sometimes intimidating.
Yulia Barba, sensing something in Ascals realization, spoke up.
Hmm. Have you finally realized something, Ascal Debrue?
Yes. You are...
Right. I am...Ascal red at Yulia Barba.
A malignant spirit has possessed Lia. It must have followed me during myst trip to the forest. Im sorry for not noticing sooner, Lia.
?
Ascal took out the rock salt he had purchased for a hefty sum, specially for exorcising spirits, a product of the North.
Swish!
He then sprinkled the rock salt on Yulia Barba.
Begone, evil spirit! Leave Lias body at once!
Its in my eyes! Wait a moment!
Yulia Barba was in agony.
The effect was remarkable.
Ascal continued to sprinkle more rock salt.
Each sprinkle cost him a tenth of his sry, but Lias safety was worth any price.
I am Yulia Barba! How dare you call me a evil spirit!
Lia is not arrogant like you. She is always careful and considerate of others.
What use is there in being considerate? Its all useless. You, you too ended up...
Ascal clicked his tongue.
This is why spirits are troublesome. Not that he was one to lecture others, but this attitude was a sure way to end up isted.
Whoosh.
Ascal sprinkled more rock salt.
Fine, fine! Have it your way! Lets see how well you do! Im offended!
It sounded like something a third-rate viin would say.
And Yulia Barba, who was shielding herself from the rock salt, suddenly curled up, covered her head with her hands, and then stopped moving, as if dead.
Lia?
Ascal cautiously inquired.
It took a moment before a response came.
...Yes. How have you been, Lord Ascal?
The tone and manner of speaking were different.
The Lia he knew had returned.
Ascal sighed in relief.
My eyes are stinging. Could you wipe them for me?
Im sorry.
Ascal took out a handkerchief, a necessity for any noble, and gently wiped Lias eyes as she sat up and lifted her head.
Her eyes were a bit red, probably from the stinging.
Im sorry for not realizing sooner. Ill visit Sushia as soon as we return to the Evaluation Department.
No, Im sorry for causing you trouble.
Lia bowed her head.
Ascal felt like crying, seeing Lias calm demeanor. How hard it had been without Lias support. Its true what they say, you dont know what youve got until its gone.
You turned down the frost giants proposal.
Yes. She was more innocent than I thought.
What did you talk about with her?What Lia was likely asking about was the conversation Ascal had with the frost giant beneath the city walls.
I told her there was someone I had to answer to. She seemed to ept that.
The response came reflexively.
Ascal himself wasnt sure why he said that.
The only thing that came to mind at that moment was:
Lord Ascal, these days, I am happy. Each day, driving your carriage, attending to duties, and watching the evening sunset on my way home, I feel fulfilled, living each day to the fullest.
Lia looked at Ascal with her eyes still red.
The staff at the Evaluation Department feel like family to me. Lord Ascal, Kain, Devon, Sushia - theyve be people I cant live without.
Lia ced her hand over her heart.
But, I find myself growing greedy. I want to hoard this happiness all to myself, a wicked desire surges within me. Deep down, I dont want anyone to take it away, to monopolize it forever. Am I a bad person?
Anyone can harbor such feelings. What matters is whether you consider the feelings of others or not.
I see. Ignoring the feelings of others would make one a tyrant.
Ascal looked at Lia for a moment, then took out a ribbon and tied her hair.
See? Ive gotten a bit better, havent I?
Better than before, yes.
Lia smiled.
People might start worrying about us. We should leave this ce.
Yes...wait a moment.
As Ascal stood up and dusted off his clothes, he noticed something.
A multi-colored ore embedded in the cave.
Do you know what this is, Lia?
Lia, assuming the role of amentator, replied:
Its the legendary rainbow stone. To think it was here in the North. What an unbelievable stroke of luck, Lord Ascal.
Liaughed as if it was absurd.
Ascal and Lia then left the cave.
And as soon as they returned to the grand duchy, what they saw was...
****Hahahaha! Im escaping the empire! The Bernstein special squirrel wings Ive been secretly developing are finally seeing the light of day!
Bernstein could be seen far away, flying in the sky, proiming his escape from the empire.
Always being told to develop this and that, and once its developed, theyre not satisfied with the design, need this added. Am I a minister or a ve? If they want work done, they should at least provide enough personnel. Even the local general store has more staff than us. And the new recruit is downright suspicious!
Having vented his frustrations, Bernstein flew, defiantly raising his middle finger.
It was a flying fuck you.
It seems that guy had it tough too. I know exactly how he feels.
Ascal nodded in understanding, forming a bond of empathy. Unfortunately for Bernstein, he chose the wrong time.
Bring him in.
The Emperors hounds, known for selecting only the elite of the elite, and their leader, Arthur Debrue, got ready.
Then he scaled the wall and, using the terrain, vaulted to the highest point. It seemed like something out of a video game.
With a final leap,
He swooped down on Bernstein like an eagle, catching him in mid-air.
p, p, p.
The northerners began to apud the sight with pure admiration.
Ascal joined in the apuse.
Tsk, tsk. Just shouting about escaping the empire doesnt aplish anything. If you rush in headlong with just enthusiasm like that, youll never escape, not even in a hundred years.
Ascalmented.
Nooooooo!
Grand Duke Felix eximed.
Lets pretend we didnt see anything.
Just think of him as a poor friend who lost his mind for a moment.
Hmm.
Ascal took out the rainbow stone from his backpack. Having first reported it to Grand Duke Felix, the owner of the territory, Felix coolly transferred the ownership to Ascal.
Hey, Bernstein. Look what I found.
Where did you find this!!! With this, I can finally create all those designs Ive only had on paper.
Bernsteins eyes sparkled.
It felt like this could be an annual event.
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Chapter 67:
Chapter 67:
Chapter 67: Something of the Night
The Allied Nations.
A splendidmunity across the continent, where nations, both militarily and economically,plement each others deficiencies to create a harmonious give-and-take rtionship.
However, that was merely a facade, and their true purpose was.
Breaking the Empire.
Themon goal of the Allied Nations was to bring about theplete downfall of that thorn in their side, the vile Empire.
But.
The Empire has made a fortune with the patent for the improved magic stone!
Shouldnt we also acquire at least one gem frog?
Its unbelievable, the number of people subscribing to the Empires newspaper within the Allied Nations is increasing!
Its not easy.
The Empire is doing too well these days.
Just a few years ago, the Empire was unstable. Its economy, diplomacy, and military all wavered. Thus, the Allied Nations waited for the right moment.
Just a little longer, and they could have brought the Empire to its knees.
But to suddenly rise from the ashes to the skies, like a dragon that had been lying in wait.
Reinhardt, the universally acknowledged genius strategist of the Allied Nations, pressed his throbbing temples.
Now, the Empire has grown toorge to provoke.
A solid domestic market, military strength that matches any other, and even a fairly decent reputation.
Theres no opening.
A few years back, if the Allied Nations had dered war on the Empire, people might have said:
-Its the Empire, after all. I dont know much, but Ill support the Allied Nations regardless.
Now?
-Are they out of their minds? We cant imagine life without the improved magic stones anymore. Long live the Barba Royal Family. Protect Ascal.
Urgh...
If I knew it woulde to this, I should have attacked the Empire a year ago, even if it meant framing them.
Reinhardt, having missed the opportunity, pondered deeply about the cause of the current situation.
Firstly,
It wasnt the ipetent Emperor, but the Crown Prince who was leading the nation.
The Crown Prince was quitemendable. ording to the reports from the Allied Nations, his overall rank was A.
He had the qualities to be considered a fairly good sovereign if he were to lead a country.
However, he wasnt enough to revive the already declining Empire.
Endowed with endless mystical talents and the ability to discern the times, this young nobleman, called the hidden dragon of the Empire, is credited with lifting the failing Empire to its current status as a great power. And even after
Overall Rank: S+
Ascal Erindale, this beast!
The main culprit behind the Empires revival was none other than Ascal Erindale.
If only he hadnt been there, everything would have gone smoothly.
Reinhardt suppressed his anger with a hiss.
Why am I so angry?
One of the conditions of being an excellent strategist is to maintainposure. No matter the situation, one must not lose cool and must always draw the next move.
Reinhardt took a deep breath.
His mind calmed down.
And he realized.
Thats right. I was harboring an inferiorityplex towards Ascal Erindale.
It was a cold self-analysis.
Hmph. To think that I, a man who can even objectify his own inferiorityplex...
Reinhardt regained hisposure,
Believing, albeit inwardly, that his ability to objectify himself was perhaps superior to Ascals.
But still, he remains an exceptional individual.
An individual seems infinitely insignificantpared to a group.
But sometimes, a single person canpletely turn around a collective.
A singer with unbelievable charisma, a painter who leaves behind masterpieces, a leader who instills courage in the people.
They are often called great figures.
Reinhardt dared to evaluate.
Ascal Erindale is both a great figure and the hero of the Empire.
With him as the focal point, the Empire was revived.
Without bringing him down, or at least without someone of equal stature in the Allied Nations, they cannot stand against the Empire.
We need a hero too.
Someone in the Allied Nations who could be a hero... The Supreme Commander is too old, and Reinhardt himself shines best as a strategist working from the shadows.
If only a young talent that could be used within the Empire had appeared. For instance, a rebel.
Certainly, until a few years ago, the reports stated that there were ominous signs happening throughout the Empire.
Those ominous signs, being nothing more than ominous, vanished without a trace.
A hero... Isnt there a hero who can stand against Ascal? Wait.
At that moment, a possibility emerged in Reinhardts mind.
The Holy Nation had fallen.
It all happened so quickly that very few knew the details, as if someone had deliberately erased all traces.
ording to peoples testimonies, a group enraged by the Holy Nations corruption meticulously exposed and punished their misdeeds.
Reinhardt carefully reviewed the confidential report on the downfall of the Holy Nation.
-Regarding those who assaulted the Holy Nation.
-They called themselves the Knights of the Night.
-Dressed in ck clothes and masks, their appearances were indiscernible.
-Their leader is known as the Prince of the Night. ording to testimonies, he is presumed to be a young man.
Those who appeared overnight to punish the corrupt Holy Nation and then vanished. If it werent for the very few testimonies of those who witnessed them, Reinhardt wouldnt even have been aware of their existence.
The Prince of the Night. If its him
The Allied Nations needed a face.
An icon that could vilify the Empire and sanctify the Allied Nations.
If the Prince of the Night were to stand with the Allied Nations,
And condemn the wicked Empire (albeit with a slight distortion),
Then, perhaps, the Allied Nations could bring down the Empire.
The framework of a n appeared.
Reinhardt, the strategist of the Allied Nations, began to draw a grand picture, marveling at his own genius idea.
****
Ascal went straight to the imperial pce to report upon his return from the north.
Since the messenger sent by Grand Duke Felix had already provided most of the report, Ascal only needed to nod along and add a fewments here and there.
The Crown Prince, deeply moved, awarded Ascal with medals and rewards.
After a brief period of reorganization, Ascal returned to the Evaluation Department. It was around the same time that Lia returned. Ascal noticed that some of the more observant staff members seemed to look at Lia a bit differently.
Then, noticing the mood, Sushia once again visited the office for a casual visit.
I brought a gift, Sushia. Ice candy from the north. Oh, it melted on the way here.
Thats too bad. Minister-nim, I was so worried and waiting for you.
Just kidding. Heres a scarf made from sheeps wool. The sheep in the north have especially thick fur, boasting excellent warmth.
Wow, itcks romance but is so practical... I dont even know what to say...
Sushia said as she wrapped the scarf around herself. Besides, Ascal gave out gifts to the staff. Though it was a business trip, not a leisurely journey, distributing gifts had be a tradition in the Evaluation Department after the hot spring incident.
You actually saw a frost giant? How big was it?
Bigger than our office building.
No way. Thats a lie.
Believe it or not. Its your loss.
Sushia hesitated.
Ascal recalled her behavior before his trip to the North.
Her dithering, as if she had something to say but was holding back.
It reminded him of Princess Lias behavior before hering out.
If you have something to say, say it.
Well, its a bit awkward to say it here. Um, I have tickets.
And then, Sushia clumsily offered the tickets.
-Royal Box, For Two.
Would you like to go with me? I think I can talk about it then.
Sushia fiddled with her fingers nervously.
Does it have to be there?
Yes. It has to be there.
Ascal rose from his chair and approached Lia, who was engrossed in her work.
Sushia insists. Is it okay if I go, Lia?
Lias blue eyes looked up at Ascal.
Yes. Enjoy the y.
It seems like you two have gotten closer. It felt like there was a bit of distance before...
Its only natural to discuss schedules with an aide. Shall we call it a day then?
****
In the secret office of the Imperial Pce.
Is this intelligence urate?
Yes, Your Highness. The Allied Nations are making their move. They are searching for the Prince of the Night.
The Crown Prince always kept a vignt eye on the movements of the Allied Nations. The Empire had many enemies. One had to move swiftly to avoid getting caught in schemes.
Is the Prince of the Night royalty from some country?
No, Your Highness. He is said to be the leader of a group called the Knights of the Night. Theres also said to be a Princess of the Night.
A Princess of the Night... Thats a bit embarrassing to hear.
However, the Crown Prince faced a dilemma.
This matter was highly ssified even within the Allied Nations. They only knew that there was a search for the Prince of the Night, with no further details avable.
But given the Allied Nations are searching for them, it must be a matter of significant importance.The Prince of the Night.
A figure shrouded in mystery.
What potential he holds remains unknown at this moment.
One thing is for certain: he must not fall into the hands of the Allied Nations.
We must find the Prince of the Night before the Allied Nations do. And of course, in secrecy.
****
Going back in time a bit,
After the sessful rescue in the Holy Kingdom for Ascal,
Someone had to write a report. Based on rank and seniority, Serena Barba was the highest, but of course, one could not possibly ask royalty to write reports.
Laika and Jerobe were naturally excluded. Arthur Debrues writing skills were dismal. Excluded.
That left Devon and Kain.
The two looked at each other.
And after a fierce battle of rock-paper-scissors and coin tossing, Kain ended up losing. A beautiful tradition of passing the buck, true to the spirit of the Evaluation Department.
Kain, head of Evaluation Department 1 reviewed the report he was writing.
Devan, looking at the report,mented,
Typical of the Staff of the Night. A report with no superfluous details.
Kain rubbed his temples.
True to the Sentinel of the Night, you have a keen eye.
Devons eyebrows twitched.
Who was it again that first suggested we use these aliases?
It was Princess Serena...
...
I dont usually say this, but it is somewhat embarrassing.
The aliases arent really the important part here.
Their eyes met.
They reached an unspoken agreement.
Whoosh.
The report thrown into the firece turned into ashes.
The report eventually submitted had all mentions of the Knightly Order of the Nightpletely erased.
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Chapter 68:
Chapter 68:
Chapter 68: When the Embarrassing History is Revealed
Are you not excited about the y, Minister-nim?
Upon seeing Sushias appearance, Ascals eyes widened.
Velvet hat,
Silver ne,
Pastel blouse,
Half gloves,
Leather bag,
A-line skirt,
t shoes.
Her outfit was more borate than expected. Even considering the era, Sushias fashion sense was quite good.
It had a refreshing feel that managed both practicality and fashion, not without reason was she ady of a dukes family.
In contrast,
ck coat,
ck pants ( and belt),
Brown shoes.
Ascal had dressed simply.
Wow. A fashion terrorist.
I prioritized practicality.
Shall I help you with your outfitter?
With that, Sushia took a step closer. She seemed to have sprayed a light perfume; a pleasant scent wafted around her.
Ascal said,
If Im still in the empireter on.
Ascal felt a confusion within himself as he said this.
By now, wasnt it okay not to escape from this damned empire?
To be honest, a lot has changed up until now.Lia bing a tyrant seems unlikely. The Empire is at peace.
Wouldnt the Crown Prince naturally be the Emperor anyway?
Thinking so would be a grave mistake.
The Empire still harbors two cmities.
And the second of these is a disaster of volcanic eruption magnitude, a natural catastrophe too formidable for any one person to tackle.
To put it bluntly, its like those dragons from Western fantasy novels waking up from their slumber in the Empires territory.
Enraged at humans for establishing a nation within its domain, the dragon unleashes its fury, spewing breaths of fire in a wild rampage.
Fortunately, the Empire manages somehow to subdue the dragon, but not without suffering damageparable to losing an arm and sustaining second-degree burns all over the body.
The Emperor and his treacherous advisors.
Airship crash.
Dered a public enemy by the holy nation.
Rebels beginning to stir.
The dragons active period.
Theres no easy solution.
Yulia Barba, what battles have you been fighting?
Still, the situation has improved.
The Crown Prince governs the nation.
No airships have crashed.
The holy nation has fallen.
The rebels have be the leaders of tomorrow.
If only they could handle the dragon, wouldnt everything be alright?
Breathe, dodge the breath...
Walking down the street, Sushia looks at Ascal as if hes lost his mind.
Minister-nim, could you please keep your distance just a tad?
......
Soon, they arrived at the theater.
The Golden Theater, located in the heart of the Empires bustling district, was opulent at first nce.
Ascal hesitated.
Despite years of noble life believed to have diluted it, the soul of amoner etched into his instincts hesitated to enter such a ce.
Minister-nim, not that way.
Isnt this the entrance?
Haha, this is why its troublesome. Thats the thing with country folks. We go this way. Theres a separate entrance for VIPs.
Sushia fluttered her palm lightly.
Indeed, moving in that direction, there was a separate entrance that didnt require queuing.
And as always, like thread and needle, there were men in uniform with stern faces, ever-present at the VIP entrance.
Seeing Sushia, the guard bowed his head.
Youvee again. Miss Senestia, its an honor.
Sushia shrugged her shoulders as if to say, see what kind of person I am?
Grateful, arent you? Because of me, you get to experience this.
Feeling a sudden urge to bang his head, Ascal stepped forward.
Then.
Could it be, the Minister of the Evaluation Department, Count Ascal Erindale?
Thats me.
The guard, who had greeted Sushia, was startled upon seeing Ascal.
And then the guards behind him started buzzing like a wave, The Minister of the Evaluation Department?
Count Erindale?
The Empires hidden dragon? as if exmation marks popped above their heads.
Suddenly, the guards lined up and collectively kneeled on one knee.
It is truly an honor for you to visit our Golden Theater, Count. Our theater owner will surely be delighted.
Please, stand up. Its making me ufortable.
My apologies. Everyone, ensure Count Erindales visit is without the slightest inconvenience!
At the same time, the guards encircled Ascal as if to escort him.
Ascal looked at Sushia.
And then he smirked.
Heh!
Sushia felt defeated.***
The Golden Theater.
Truly befitting the Empires finest theater, it dazzled splendidly. The ceilings were high, and the walls were adorned with gold leaf decorations.
Ascal and Sushia were guided to the royal seats at the topmost level. It was a position from which the entire y could be seen at a nce, and it felt as if they had chartered the whole area, with no one else around.
These tickets, um...
Ah, please hand them over here, mydy. We will refund them.
What?
How could we possibly take money from the Count and thedy? Its an honor just to have you visit. Please enjoy the show.
Ascal sat down. It was plush. Soft. Very nice.
This chair could rival my minister chair.
How attached are you to that chair...
Soon, a waiter came to serve wine, cheese, and fruits, while they were quietly seated.
Ascal reflexively reached for the wine but then stopped.
Be cautious, Ascal. This too is the Empires snare. You could be domesticated.
Theres a story about a monkeys straw sandals.
At first, the badger gifted the monkey free straw sandals, iming it was a friendly gift.
Then, the monkey, finding the sandals sofortable, asked the badger for more.
It had be dependent on the sandals.
And the badger said,
How much are you willing to pay?
Thus, the monkey ended up losing all its possessions.
Ascals gaze wavered at the sight of the wine. Maybe one sip wouldnt hurt? Theres nothing like a sip of wine with some cheese.
While Ascal was conflicted, the waiter bowed.
My apologies. I failed to consider His Lordships desire to watch the y with a clear mind. I will remove the wine.
The waiters expression, full of respect as they looked at Ascal, was as if they were looking at someone who truly understood how to enjoy a y.
It was a misunderstanding.
The higher ones reputation, the more likely misunderstandings are to ur in proportion.
Annoyed, Ascal decided just to nod.
Such a waste. Ill drink it then.
Sushia took the wine instead. The expression of the waiter looking at Sushia became slightlyplicated.Sushia, for her part, guzzled down the wine. After drinking, her face flushed slightly.
A momentter.
Click.
The lights went out.
The y must be starting.
Click. Click. Click.
The lights came back on one by one, apanied by sound.
And then, an actor appeared.
The first toe out was a man with ck hair, wearing a ck coat and a half-mask. The audience, who had been holding their breath, let out a small gasp of awe.
It feels strangely familiar.
Under the light, the man began a soliloquy.
Oh, endless darkness. Soothe the whirlwind deep within my heart.
This is going to be tough.
The dialogues of ys from this era tend to be overly embellished and cringeworthy.
But it seems to resonate well with people of this era.
Ascal nced at Sushia, who appeared utterly engrossed, unable to take her eyes off the y.
The light of greed, this vile and despicable holy nation disturbs my heart. I can no longer stand by and watch the wicked deeds of those pretending to be holy.
He can no longer stand by and watch these cringe-worthy lines.
Ascal squirmed in difort.
Regardless, the lead actor continued with his lines.
Darkness. Within your ck embrace, I find the truth, and that truth is the unveiled hypocrisy of the vile holy nation. Night, conceal my path. I, the Prince of Night, shall punish the false holy nation!
Ascals eyes widened.
Why is the Prince of Night here?
Wow. Impressive. The Prince of Night... I wonder what he looks like in real life.
Ignoring Sushias raving next to him, Ascal recalled the lines.
The Prince of Night punishing the holy nation.
This was clearly a story about him. Although far from the truth.
But how could this alias be known to anyone? Only a very few are aware of it.
Even the details of the costume are exactly the same.
No, rather, theirs might be even better.
As if they had seen it in person, right beside him.
My knights, reveal yourselves!
Under themand of the Prince of Night, knights began to appear one by one.
A cat-like creature in ck attire knelt on one knee.
At yourmand, anytime. The de of the Nights Assassin is solely for you.
Its a familiar scene.
Laika? No, its simr but a different person.
And then, the knights knelt in session.
I, the Nights Sentinel...
That actor was imitating Devon.
I, the Nights Staff...
That was Kains likeness.
Ascal grew serious.
Even if the concept of portrait rights doesnt exist in this era, is it really okay to just use the Evaluation Departments staff like this?
And whats with the name Knights of the Night? It sounds like something a grade-schooler coulde up with, yet somehow it could be better.
So cool...''Lets ignore Sushia.''
I need to find the leak.
As a highlight, the final actor makes an appearance.
Clip-clop.
All eyes are focused.
Minister-nim, that actress is the hottest star right now. Her acting, voice, looks, everything is perfect! And to think she started from obscurity and went through so much hardship.
Be quiet.
Finally, thest member of the Knights of the Night appeared.
She said,
Beside the Prince of Night, there always stands the Princess of the Night.
It was Serena Barba, the Empires second princess.
It was you...
Sushia shed tears of emotion.
Indeed, its Seri Lavione. Im so moved, tears areing out.
Me too, tears areing out...
Out of embarrassment.
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Chapter 69:
Chapter 69:
Chapter 69: I Am Actually¡
¡®How long has it been since I¡¯ve felt this nervous?¡¯
Serena, no, Seri Lavione took a deep breath.
Even after being proudly selected as the top rising actor in the Empire Magazine, in front of him, she always seemed to revert back to a novice.
-Today, Count Erindale will be attending the performance.
She believed he woulde.
Known as the Prince of the Night while showcasing his love for art under that pseudonym, he surely would.
¡®This time, I will show him the perfect version of myself.¡¯
Seri Lavione was confident.Acting skills, appearance, charisma. Even having received voice training from the Sirens, she now considered herself an invincible actor.
¡®And after this performance, I will retire from acting and boldly confess to him.¡¯
With that thought, Seri walked onto the stage.
As the Princess of the Night.
****
¡°Grrooarrr¡¡±
¡°Wow, you look just like an old man, Minister-nim.¡±
Strangely, there are people who can¡¯t sleep well at home but can fall into a deep sleep at a theater or someone else¡¯s house.
Ascal was exactly that type.
Moreover, Seri¡¯s acting, which was already a natural sleep aid, had evolved and be even more potent.
As a result, the moment Ascal¡¯s eardrums were filled with her voice, his brain immediately blew a fuse.
Ultimately, Ascal passed out while still sitting.
Seeing this, Sushia, who couldn¡¯t help but feel a bit mischievous, took a feather pen out of her bag.
And she gently tickled Ascal¡¯s face with the feather.
¡°Tickle, tickle.¡±
But he did not wake up.
Sushia sighed in resignation, ¡°Oh well,¡± and decided to watch the y by herself.
?****?¡°Look over there. The hidden dragon of the empire is watching the y.¡±
¡°But his eyes are closed. Could he be sleeping?¡±
¡°That can¡¯t be. Among some theater fans, there¡¯s a method where they deliberately block out visual stimuli to focus solely on the auditory experience of the y.¡±
¡°Truly, the empire¡¯s hidden dragon.¡±
It¡¯s not a far-fetched or silly misconception at all.
Typically, the higher someone¡¯s status and fame, the more likely their actions are to be overinterpreted.
It¡¯s because the brain automatically adjusts behaviors based on the image one has of the person in question.
For instance, if a beggar on the street suddenly defecates, one might simply think, ¡°That beggar must have really needed to go.¡±
But what if a renowned artist were to do the same in the street?
¡°I should try watching the y with my eyes closed too.¡±
¡°That sounds like a good idea.¡±
¡°Oh. I do seem to hear the voices more clearly this way.¡±
The next day, the streets were overflowing with feces, leaving only the sanitation workers to weep in misery.
Thus, the number of people in the Golden Theater who inexplicably started watching ys with their eyes closed began to increase.
Eventually, it became almost epidemic, with most people attending the theater with their eyes closed.
The theater owner, observing from the VIP seats, was startled.
¡°What on earth is happening? Why are all the audience members closing their eyes?¡±
¡°They say it enhances all the senses to watch with your eyes closed.¡±
¡°That¡¯s nonsense...¡±
¡°It was Count Erindale who started doing it first.¡±
¡°Close your eyes!¡±
In the end, even the theater owner ended up watching with his eyes closed.
After the y, the audiencevished praise on ¡°The Prince of the Night.¡± Since the setting was nighttime, they reasoned that not being able to see well was historically urate.
Thus, the y ¡°The Prince of the Night¡± gradually moved towards not using lighting at all, until it became tradition to perform the y inplete darkness.
¡°This is what real art is.¡±
The audience was satisfied.
****
¡°Today was truly perfect.¡±
Seri sat in the dressing room with a satisfied smile, swinging her legs.
The mood in the dressing room after the y was bright, thanks to the positive reviews from the audience.
Seri nced around. The dressing room was filled not just with actors and staff, but with others too.
Lovers, sponsors, and the like.
¡°Your acting was truly splendid!¡±
¡°Thank you, Lord Baron.¡±
The noble who had just given a bouquet to a supporting actor was Baron Whale.
After bing infatuated with a bit part actor, he had started showing up after every y to give gifts during the after-parties.
Initially, Baron Whale had tried to approach Seri, but she had put up an iron wall from the start.
-I already have someone I¡¯m promised to.
Despite being the most popr actress, Seri turned down all gifts.
She had only one person she wanted support from.
Ascal Erindale, the real Prince of the Night.
¡®This script was made for you. You must have been moved by it.¡¯?It was time for the after-party.
The lead actors, as expected, were overwhelmed with bouquets of flowers, and even the supporting actors had one or two.
Seri had none.
¡®Hmph. The bouquet Prince gave me is worth a hundred of those tacky ones.¡¯
Thus, Seri looked towards the entrance of the dressing room.
Ascal woulde.
He, who surely understood her art.
¡®Slightlyte.¡¯
Seri tapped the floor with her toes impatiently.
Gradually, actors began to disappear with their patrons.
Seri was the only one left in the dressing room.
¡°...Darling? Why aren¡¯t youing?¡±
*****
¡°Ah, that was a good sleep.¡±
Ascal stretched himself out.
Coming out from the y, the weather felt refreshingly cool, clearing his head.
He was in top form.
Sushia was chattering away beside him.
¡°Wasn¡¯t ¡®The Prince of the Night¡¯ just magnificent?¡±
¡°I didn¡¯t really get it.¡±
¡°That¡¯s because you don¡¯t understand theater. Minister-nim, you should try watching ys on your day off to cultivate your artistic sensibilities!¡±
Sushia pouted her lips.
No matter what, it was impossible to watch one¡¯s embarrassing dark history being glorified and call it cool unless one was out of their mind.
Ignoring Sushia¡¯s words, Ascal walked down the street.
But then.
¡°O evil empire, face my sword.¡±
¡°I am the Prince of the Night, the avenger!¡±
With every step, people wearing ck cloaks and half-masks appeared, imitating the y¡¯s actors.
There were many other knights of the night, but the Prince of the Night was by far the most frequently impersonated.
-The coat worn by the Prince of the Night for sale.
-Half-masks for sale too.
Even the streets were lined with vendors selling Prince of the Night sets.
Despite wearing these wouldn¡¯t actually increase one¡¯s defense, they were selling like hotcakes.
As Ascal looked on in disbelief, a merchant snapped at him.
¡°If you ain¡¯t buying, move along.¡±
¡°Weren¡¯t you the one selling jeweled frogsst time?¡±
¡°Everyone has a past.¡±
Not just the merchants, but even children were ying Prince of the Night, wielding wooden sticks as swords.
¡°Hey, you be the empire this time. I¡¯ll be the Prince of the Night.¡±
¡°No way! You were the Princest time! It¡¯s my turn today!¡±
¡°Kids, don¡¯t fight. Actually, the Prince of the Night is a lie.¡±
¡°He¡¯s the viin! Guys, let¡¯s punish this man!¡±
Ascal quickly made his escape.
How did ite to this??If you think about it, there¡¯s not much to enjoy in this era.
Even in the past, public executions were considered the height of entertainment.
In other words, the threshold for amusement was quite low. Hence, the impact of the theater was beyond imagination.
Wherever he goes, it¡¯s the Prince of the Night here, the Prince of the Night there.
It felt as though the entire world was ying a hidden camera prank on him.
¡°Over here, Minister-nim!¡±
Sushia gestured with her hand.
Ascal had sessfully escaped the children and made his way to her.
It was a tough fight.
¡°Where is this?¡±
¡°Hehe. I finally get to show this ce to you, Minister-nim. It¡¯s my secret hideout.¡±
It was an abandoned building.
Too awkward to demolish, yet too neglected to just leave be, it sat in a forgotten corner, ignored by all.
¡°I used toe here when I ran away from home as a kid.¡±
¡°That must have been quite the trouble.¡±
Sushia, giggling, brushed off the dust from the stairs and sat down with a plop.
Then she hesitated.
The evening sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Sushia¡¯s face.
Her face flushed with nervousness, Sushia slowly opened her lips.
¡°I said I¡¯d tell you my secret.¡±
¡°You¡¯ve dragged it out quite long. Sushia. If it¡¯ll make you feel better, go ahead and tell me.¡±
¡°That¡¯s... Ah, it¡¯s unfair if only I tell a secret. You should share one too. Together with me.¡±
¡°Why should I?¡±
Sushia bit her lip.
¡°Please.¡±
Seeing Sushia unusually serious, Ascal reluctantly nodded.
¡°On the count of three, we both say it. One.¡±
A secret, huh? That should do.
¡°Two.¡±
Sushia said.
¡°Three. The truth is, I know the future. Soon, dragons will attack the empire. Please help.¡±
¡°I am actually the Prince of the Night.¡±
They looked at each other.
¡°¡?¡±
¡°¡?¡±
And then Sushia muttered quietly.
¡°¡Are you insane?¡±
****
The West Elber.
And said to be inhabited by monsters, forbidden to humans, waiting for the day it swallows up thends of man.
-Thunk.
Something fell to the ground.
Was it the head of a foolish human who dared to step foot in Elber?
No.
It was the head of arge ogre.
A man drenched in ogre blood grinned.
¡°The day has finallye.¡±
¡°Oh, finally.¡±
The man wearing a lion¡¯s skin was Vadim, the warlord of the Lion tribe.
Around his neck hung nes of monster fangs, each from beasts that could massacre dozens of warriors.
¡°Lion tribe! We have conquered Elber! We havepleted the task given to us by our ancestors long ago!¡±
¡°Ooooooh!¡±
¡°Now we have fulfilled our duty. Only one thing remains!¡±
¡°Ooooooh!¡±
Vadim pounded his spear on the ground.
-Boom!
The tribe members began to hit their weapons against the ground, the sound reverberating like an earthquake.
¡°That is!¡±
Vadim spoke, overwhelmed with emotion.
¡°To return to our god, Mazar.¡±
¡°Uoooooooh!¡±
Vadim looked towards the horizon, in the direction of the empire.
¡°Let¡¯s return. To our god.¡±
?¡ª??? ?? ??? ???????¡ª?
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Chapter 70:
Chapter 70:
?Chapter 70: Why Are You Here?
General Vadim set off towards the east.
It was the road back to his homnd, Erindale.
Yet, he was not in good spirits.
Their homnd was a cursednd, where no crops grew properly and livestock died emaciated.
Some say it¡¯s the Land of Death, Erindale.
Vadim remembered the old days.
Those desperate times when they barely survived on tree bark, merely clinging to life.
And Mazar, who had saved them from their misery.
¡°Warriors! We will seed. Who would have imagined? We will conquer thend of monsters, Elver.¡±
¡°Vadim! Vadim!¡±
¡°We will conquer Erindale just the same. We will tame and cultivate this cursednd into and of abundance! All for Mazar!¡±
¡°Hooray!¡±
Having finished his speech, Vadim led the procession onward.
But honestly,
It was frightening.
Facing monsters that devoured humans was one thing, but returning to the barren homnd to endure the same hardships again was another.
Yet, they had to seed.
Mazar must be waiting there, surely.
A hundred warriors sprinted towards Erendale.
(Thend is certainly a cursed wastnd.)
The first warrior says he is scared.
The second warrior says he is scared.
The third warrior says he is scared.
The hundredth warrior as well¡
¡°We¡¯re almost there. Warriors, look at that sign.¡±
<- Elver | Erindale->
¡°This way leads to thend of monsters, Elver. Turn back if you value your life.¡±
¡°Home is near now...¡±
Vadim steeled his heart.
It was a dreadfulnd, even when touched by humans.
It wouldn¡¯t be surprising if something unusual had happened during their absence.
¡°General, something is off.¡±
¡°Indeed. Could we have taken the wrong path? That seems unlikely.¡±
Strange.
There has been foliage since a while back.
Even a cow wandering around.
The cow took a mouthful of grass, then promptlyy down and started to sleep.
It was obviously overweight.
¡°It must be an illusion! Blow the horn!¡±
¡°Exactly! It¡¯s impossible for the cow to be that fat. Prepare the horn!¡±
Bwoooooo¨D¨D
They blew it.
The anti-demon horn, passed down through generations among the Lion Tribe.
¡°The illusion isn¡¯t fading!¡±
¡°Blow harder!¡±
Bwoooooooooooooooooo¨D¨D¨D
They blew with all their might until their lungs were empty.
Yet, the illusion did not vanish.
¡°How can this be? How strong is this illusion?¡±
¡°General! An enraged cow is charging at us!¡±
¡°Stay calm. It¡¯s just an illusion, after all.¡±
The cow, angered by the Lion Tribe who had disturbed its slumber, started pawing the ground and then charged.
Vadim was not deceived by the illusion.
He maintained a clear and undisturbed mind, standing firm.
¡°Typical of the General.¡±
¡°Look, it¡¯s just an illusio... Arrgh!¡±
Vadim was sent flying by the cow, far into the distance.
Seeing their leader flung away, one of the Lion Tribe warriors picked and chewed on the grass.
The warrior was impressed.
¡°Such deep vor and rich nutrients. I, Lev, who has not tasted grass in ten years, dare say this grass is of the highest quality.¡±
¡°Does this mean it¡¯s not an illusion?¡±
The warriors started eating the grass.
It was indeed edible.
¡°What on earth has happened to Erindale in our absence?¡±
They hurried on and beheld an unbelievable sight.
The sun warmed thend, turning the vast, green fields to a golden hue. The wheat swayed in the wind, rippling like ocean waves.
Clear, transparent stream water cut through, with fish darting about, watched by long-beaked birds.
The warriors shed tears.
¡°To witness such a sight in my lifetime.¡±
¡°Let¡¯s hurry home.¡±
As the warriors hastened back, they encountered an unexpected situation.
¡°Who are you?¡±
¡°And who might you be?¡±
As they opened the door of a house, a stranger emerged.
¡°This is my house?¡±
¡°What are you talking about? It¡¯s my house.¡±
Lev scratched his head.
Could they have mistaken the house?
No. Therge stone wall beside the house confirmed it was his.
But what was happening?
It felt like returning from the army only to find that your family had moved without notice, leaving a stranger in your home.
The homeowner, observing Lev¡¯s attire, said,
¡°Are you perhaps from the Lion Tribe?¡±
¡°Yes, I am Lev of the Lion Tribe.¡±
¡°Hmm. I heard such a day woulde. Look at this.¡±
¡°I can¡¯t read.¡±
¡°In short, while you all were away, we pioneers have been cultivating thisnd. This has been authorized not only by His Imperial Majesty but also by the Count of Erindale.¡±
¡°That... That¡¯s tooplicated for Lev to understand.¡±
¡°Simply put, this house is now our home.¡±
?
Lev copsed with a thud.
Chaos erupted everywhere.
Simr incidents were happening elsewhere.
¡°Where is Mazar-nim?¡±
¡°Mazar? I¡¯ve never heard that name before.¡±
Thus, the hundred warriors became refugees.
***
The sound of drums echoed¡ªthump, thump, thump, thump.
The warriors who had lost their homes were now living in tents pitched in corners of thend.
The sound of the drums was mncholic.
¡°I simply cannot sleep with that incessant drumming. Saintess, could you please tell them that making noise after dark is a valid reason for a duel?¡±
¡°You want to duel?¡±
¡°No, I¡¯d surely lose.¡±
The pioneer scratched his head awkwardly.
The blonde woman, called a Saintess, Eileen, smiled gently.
¡°I¡¯m not actually a Saintess, but if it¡¯s causing difort, I¡¯ll speak to them.¡±
¡°Thank you. If it weren¡¯t for you, I don¡¯t know how we would have survived... It makes me think of the barren wilderness we once had.¡±
At that, Eileen recalled the past.
A barren wilderness with not a single de of grass.
The miracle that urred there.
She had tried hard to cleanse herself of a past momentarily tainted by greed.
This cursednd had gathered homeless wanderers and exiles who shared their struggles, joys, and sorrows together.
This Erindale was what they had built.
It could now proudly be called and of hope, not a cursednd anymore.
Yet still.
¡®Carl.¡¯
That name was still a thorn in her heart.
She had trampled on his pure heart. And for that, she was atoning.
¡®Would he forgive me if he saw me now?¡¯
She felt a twinge of fear.
¡®Let¡¯s help the troubled souls before me for now.¡¯
With that, Eileen headed towards the tents where the warriors were.
?
?***
?
¡°Why not just overturn it all? It was ournd originally, General.¡±
¡°Silence!!!!!¡±
Vadim rebuked the warrior who harbored such futile thoughts. It was a scolding loud enough to cover one¡¯s ears.
¡°We did leave thisnd for a while, it¡¯s true, and it¡¯s also true that these people have cultivated this barrennd. And most importantly, if we were to seize thend, how would we be any different from the monsters of Elver? Do you intend to disappoint Mazar-nim?¡±
The warrior wept, kneeling down.
¡°General, I think I was wrong. I reflect on this.¡±
¡°That¡¯s better.¡±
Vadim smiled contentedly.
¡°We will wait until Mazar-nimes to find us.¡±
Thump, thump, thump, thump¡ª
The drums sounded again.
It was a sorrowful sound, searching for Mazar.
¡°Excuse me.¡±
At that moment, Eileen, known as the saintess of the wilderness, appeared by the tents.
¡°I¡¯m sorry, but could you perhaps reduce the drumming a bit? It¡¯s causing people distress.¡±
The warriors, robust and bare-chested, focused their attention on Eileen.
Eileen spoke firmly and without falter.
¡°Please.¡±
And respecting the courageous is a custom of the Lion Tribe.
General Vadim looked at Eileen with a sparkle in his eye.
¡°So, you are the famous saintess of the wilderness.¡±
¡°That¡¯s just an exaggerated title.¡±
¡°Then tell me. This drumming is to find Mazar-nim. What if we stop and Mazar-nim cannot find us?¡±
Eileen pondered before replying.
¡°But you have been drumming for a long time. If Mazar-nim has note by now, perhaps he cannot hear it?¡±
¡°Cannot hear? Could it be... are we abandoned?¡±
Fear crept into Vadim¡¯s voice, which had never feared even monsters.
¡°No. Perhaps he is in trouble? Unable to hear your call.¡±
¡°Mazar-nim is in danger?¡±
Was it her convincing voice or some divine power?
Eileen¡¯s words carried an unusual persuasiveness.
The worst scenarios filled Vadim¡¯s head.
¡°We must save Mazar-nim immediately!¡±
¡°Mazar-nim! Mazar-nim!¡±
¡°Your words are credible! Your guidance shall lead us!¡±
¡°That¡¯s not what I meant¡ª¡±
¡°Oh! You are our leader! The one prophesied!¡±
A warrior raised a scroll.
-The golden leader will guide you.
Vadim shouted.
¡°Warriors! Let us depart! To save Mazar-nim! The golden leader hase to lead us!¡±
¡°Wait a minute.¡±
The Lion Tribe, known for catching the mood and hastily promoting leaders, had done it again.
And just like that, Eileen found herself unexpectedly leading the Lion Tribe warriors.
?And it seemed like a pilgrimage.
Along the way to find Mazar, they helped those in distress and defeated evil monsters.
As they headed east, their fame grew day by day, and they eventually came to be known as ¡°The Golden Saintess and the Lion Warriors.¡±
And people began to whisper.
Who exactly was this ¡®Mazar¡¯ they were seeking?
***
Meanwhile, in Ascal.
¡°Dragons attacking the empire? You expect me to believe such nonsense?¡±
It was a lie. He actually believed it. Ascal knew about the dragon attacks.
But how did Sushia know this fact? That was the question.
¡°It¡¯s true! You have to believe me.¡±
Sushia stamped her feet in frustration.
¡°If you knew the future, why didn¡¯t you tell me all this time?¡±
¡°Well... I knew once, but then it got blurry... After I went to the Holy Nation, I remembered again.¡±
¡°I can¡¯t believe this.¡±
It was a lie. He actually believed her.
Thinking about it, it was Sushia who convinced Ascal to apply to the Evaluation Department instead of following his father Arthur into a military career, with her saying:
- ¡°If you join the Evaluation Department, you can nap all day and still get paid!¡±
Afterwards, he banged his head against a tree and remembered.
It was toote.
Yes, the root of all evil was indeed Sushia.
¡°Yikes! Then let¡¯s go to Lady Elenia. She can provide proof that I¡¯m right!¡±
¡°If that would settle your mind.¡±
Sushia turned her head as if slightly offended.
Night had deepened.
The two arrived at the fortune-telling shop in the Evaluation Department.
¡°I¡¯ve been waiting for you.¡±
Elenia lit a candle and set the mood.
In the dimly lit room, two glowing pumpkins floated.
¡°You guys. Don¡¯t y tricks.¡±
¡°You found us!¡±
¡°How did you know?¡±
It was twins wearing pumpkin masks.
¡°Boo-hoo. I¡¯m wronged, Lady Elenia. This person won¡¯t believe what I say.¡±
¡°Oh, you must feel terribly wronged.¡±
Elenia patted Sushia¡¯s back.
¡°I know the future! I just remembered!¡±
¡°With such insistence, what do you think?¡±
¡°It doesn¡¯t feel like she¡¯s lying.¡±
Elenia pulled out a crystal ball.
¡°Would you like to touch it?¡±
Then Sushia hesitated for a moment before exchanging nces with Elenia.
¡°Could you please turn around for a moment? She seems a bit shy about showing this to others.¡±
Ascal had no choice but to turn around.
Sushia ced her hand on the crystal ball.
Elenia was silent for a while before she spoke calmly, albeit with a tone that suggested she was slightly shocked.
¡°Her words are true.¡±
¡°¡How can I believe that, though?¡±
¡°I have something prepared. Would you lie down on this chair for a moment?¡±
Elenia pointed to a massage bed, clearly borrowed from the Cat tribe.
¡°Please lie downfortably.¡±
Ascalid down. He needed to verify Sushia¡¯s ims properly.
¡°Close your eyes, and slowly recall the memories etched in your soul.¡±
Wait, are past life experiences still a thing in this era?
¡°Hehe. Thanks to the Divine Tree, my powers have grown significantly. This was impossible in the past, but thanks to you, Ascal, I can now use this method. Thank you.¡±
Hearing Elenia¡¯s words, Ascal¡¯s eyes slowly closed.
And then he opened them.
¡°Capture that bastard!¡±
¡°We¡¯ve been chasing him for a month. We can¡¯t let him get away!¡±
Looking down, he saw some ragged cloth. People wearing simr ragged cloth were chasing something that looked like a giant chicken.
¡°He went that way! Scal!¡±
Thump, thump.
The giant chicken wasing this way.
It was almost upon him.
Startled, Ascal stumbled backward and fell.
Ascal reflexively closed his eyes.
¡°Ooh! Scal caught it!¡±
¡°He¡¯s the next leader!¡±
Awakened by themotion, Ascal was startled.
As he fell, the spear in his hand had identally stabbed the giant chicken in a vital spot on its underbelly.
The chicken copsed, dead.
¡°Praise Scal!¡±
¡°Scal! Scal!¡±
What on earth was happening?
Ascal looked up at the sky.
¡There were two suns.
?
?***
?¡°Oh no, went too far back in time. This isn¡¯t the right ce.¡±
Ascal closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he found himself in a familiar setting.
A dazzling room. Mountains of documents piled up.
And the woman before him.
¡°...Lia?¡±
¡°Hmm?¡±
Something was different.
She looked like Lia, but appeared a few years older, with a maturity that Lia didn¡¯t have.
And most notably.
She was toying with a crown on her finger as if it were a ything.
¡°Is this some kind of role reversal y? I¡¯ll dly y along.¡±
She, Yulia Barba, smiled slyly.
¡°Would you kindly scold me, Prime Minister Debrue?¡±?¡ª??? ?? ??? ???????¡ª?
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Chapter 71:
Chapter 71:
Chapter 71: Is This a Dream?
Yulia strides towards her destination: Ascal¡¯sp as he sits.
Before Yulia can sit on his knees, Ascal stands up from his chair, causing Yulia¡¯s eyebrows to twitch.
¡°Why are you avoiding me, Prime Minister Debrue?¡±
¡°The chair is ufortable.¡±
¡°¡?¡±
In the Prime Minister¡¯s office sits a chair adorned in variations of red and gold, with plush leather and expensive gilding¡ªit looks costly, but Ascal dislikes it.
His body has grown ustomed to the minister chairs of the Evaluation Department; nothing else satisfies him now.
¡°I can¡¯t work with this chair, Lia. Fetch me my chair.¡±Ascal deres this boldly.
Yulia looks at her prime minister, dumbfounded.
Can someone¡¯s personality change overnight?
¡®After all, this is just a dream.¡¯
Yes.
Ascal believes this is all a dream. There¡¯s no need to cower before Yulia even in a dream. He truly bes a warrior in the corner, or rather, a warrior in a dream.
¡°I will not work until you bring me that chair. And my shoulders are a bit stiff; I could use a massage.¡±
¡®Ascal.¡¯
¡®What nerve!¡¯
****
After scouring the entire empire for a minister chair, Ascal reviews documents while receiving the massage from Yulia.
Administration.
Military.
Diplomacy.
Intelligence.
All the reports that should be handled by the capable people of the empire havee to Ascal.
¡°What are the ministers doing that I have to do all this?¡±
While massaging Ascal¡¯s shoulders, Yulia speaks.
¡°They are all ipetent. I started by cutting them off from the neck. The somewhatpetent Minister of Magic was assassinated...¡±
Indeed.
The empire in the dream has already half-copsed.
Just like something out of a novel.
And Ascal has no intention of working even in his dreams.
¡®The best way to wake from a dream is, after all, to die.¡¯
Ascal opens the window.
A breezees in.
It¡¯s quite a high floor.
Ascal jumps out of the window.
¡®Farewell, Empire.¡¯
However.?Something softy on the ground.
As if it knew he would jump, a mat had been pre-positioned.
¡°Did you jump again, Prime Minister? It¡¯s taxing on your body to keep doing this.¡±
The servant swept with a broom, as if it were a familiar routine.
¡°¡¡¡±
Ascal trudged back up the stairs.
****
One must die to live.
Ascal had tried countless methods to end his life.
Drinking poison, self-harm, submerging in water while holding his breath, banging his head against the wall.
But each time, he failed.
Most attempts were thwarted under close surveince, or, even if he nearly seeded, a healing potion would revive him, reducing the ordeal to almost a farce.
¡®Time to change tactics.¡¯
If he stayed still, he might die of overwork in the dream¡ªslowly and painfully.
That was out of the question.
****
At night, back in his own room, Ascal surveyed his luxurious surroundings. The bed wasrge enough for four people, and the walls were adorned with artworks.
¡°Such extravagance.¡±
Lying quietly on the bed, Ascal wondered: ¡®What happens if I sleep in a dream? Do I dream within a dream?¡¯
While he entertained such baseless thoughts, someone entered his room.
It was Yulia, wearing a robe... her bare skin visible.
¡°Coming to another man¡¯s room at night can lead to misunderstandings, Your Majesty.¡±
¡°Is ytime over already? It was nice of you to treat me with such ease for once.¡±
Yulia walked barefoot to the bed and sat beside Ascal.
¡°You¡¯ve been harming yourself again, Ascal.¡±
Even though she was older, Yulia was shorter than Ascal, so she looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with worry.
¡°You used to just run away from me, now it seems you¡¯re tired of this world altogether.¡±
¡°That¡¯s not it.¡±
¡°Then why? Why are you also trying to leave me?¡±
Yulia spoke sadly, then slowly leaned her head against Ascal.
Her appearance was so sorrowful that, unwittingly, Ascal began to stroke her hair.
¡°Don¡¯t leave, Ascal. I can¡¯t bear it if you, too, were gone. Please, I¡¯m begging you. You, of all people, stay by my side.¡±
¡°Even if I¡¯m not here, there are capable people around. People like Bernstein, Robin, Yorick.¡±
¡°Your jokes go too far. Bernstein¡¯s a fraud, Robin was assassinated, and Yorick, he... he started a rebellion.¡±?It unfolds almost like a novel. If Yulia¡¯s words hold true, then the empire within this dream teeters on the brink of copse, threatened by dragons and rebels.
¡°If only I had found you a little earlier. Before the empire began to falter, if only I had known you a few years ago. How wonderful that would have been. Then, we could have worked together.¡±
It sounds as if she¡¯s referring to the current state of the Evaluation Department.
¡°Then, I would never wish to be an emperor again. I don¡¯t want to kill my siblings with my own hands or execute someone day after day.¡±
Yulia Barba, the tyrant, was filled with regret.
Was she the tyrant, or did the empire make her one?
¡°For example, I could be your advisor, the opposite of now. If I could just make you coffee and watch over a peaceful empire and smile, I wouldn¡¯t need anything else... I realized this toote.¡±
Yulia looked up at Ascal with tear-filled eyes.
¡°Ascal, shall we die together?¡±
Ascal shook his head.
¡°Indeed. Once one¡¯s hands are stained with blood, one must bear the consequences to the end.¡±
Yulia then pushed Ascal onto the bed.
Internally, Ascal wondered if she enjoyed knocking people down, though he didn¡¯t voice this thought.
¡°You should flee the empire, Ascal.¡±
Yulia¡¯s hair tickled Ascal¡¯s cheek as she looked down at him.
¡°Are you serious?¡±
¡°Yes. The empire has already fallen. Damn Holy Kingdom, alliances, even mysterious organizations are thoroughly bent on destroying it. Not to mention the rebels and so-called heroes punishing the empire¡ª I despise them even more.¡±
Hero.
In the novel, that¡¯s the title of Sirius, the leader of the anti-imperial forces, blessed by the Saintess and chosen by the light.
¡°And the Senestia ducal family. I never dreamed that those who seemed to uphold strict neutrality were plotting such schemes.¡±
¡°The Senestia ducal family? That¡¯s where Sushia is...¡±
¡°Don¡¯t mention another woman¡¯s name in front of me.¡±
Yulia grabbed Ascal¡¯s arms and slowly moved her lips closer.
¡®Why does this royal family always enjoy forcibly stealing kisses?¡¯
Ascal struggled. But to think he could match the strength of Yulia, a swordmaster...
Yet, he did.
Ascal surprisingly escaped easily from Yulia¡¯s hold.
¡°Really a swordmaster, Ascal? Your skill in escaping me is quite remarkable.¡±
¡°A swordmaster?¡±
¡°Yes. You¡¯re one of the three great swordmasters of the empire, Ascal Debrue, descendant and head of the Debrue martial family. Did you want to reaffirm your own reputation?¡±
¡®No, why am I a swordmaster?¡¯?Ascal looked incredulously at his frail lower body.
...It turned out his body was no joke. A robust frame with only the essential muscles, built for practicality.
¡°They all call you the devil of the empire. A monstrous creature that epitomizes both literary and martial extremes.¡±
¡°That¡¯s truly absurd.¡±
It appeared that this version of himself, who hadn¡¯t entered the Evaluation Department, had continued to train in martial arts until he became a swordmaster.
Indeed, he had thought that swinging a sword in the countryside wouldn¡¯t be too bad if no one had suddenly appeared to talk about the Evaluation Department.
...And what was Sushia doing in this ce?
¡°So, what has be of the Senestia ducal house now?¡±
¡°They are supporting the anti-imperial forces. But we haven¡¯t just been passive victims. We¡¯ve captured one of their daughters as a prisoner.¡±
¡°Where is she?¡±
¡°In the dungeon.¡±
Ascal got up from the bed and quickly started to get dressed to go out.
¡°Where are you going?¡±
¡°I¡¯ll be back from the dungeon shortly. Please wait here.¡±
It seemed quite cold.
Ascal picked up a nket and wrapped Yulia in it. Only her face peeked out from under the nket, and she grumbled.
¡°You¡¯re not running away again, are you?¡±
¡°I¡¯ll be back in ten minutes.¡±
¡°I¡¯ll trust you. You¡¯reing back, right?¡±
****
Ascal hurried down to the imperial pce¡¯s dungeon.
The guard, initially poised to block any intruders, immediately stepped aside upon seeing Ascal¡¯s face. It was a free pass.
Naturally, after Yulia, Ascal was the next most powerful person here.
¡°Is Sushia Senestia here? Lead the way.¡±
¡°Understood.¡±
A torch-bearing guard guided Ascal.
And soon, through the bars, they saw a woman lying on the floor.
A gag was in her mouth.
¡°Why is that necessary?¡±
¡°...She was being too noisy.¡±
¡°Let it be.¡±
As the guard turned the key, the bars opened.
Ascal walked over and removed Sushia¡¯s gag.
¡°Ugh, euh.¡±
¡°Get up, Sushia.¡±
Her face was dirty from not washing, her hair lifeless.
She was truly in a pitiful state.
¡°Hey, bring some warm water and a cloth.¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
Ascal dampened a cloth with the warm water brought by the guard and began to wipe Sushia¡¯s face. When she regained her senses and saw Ascal¡¯s face, she screamed.
¡°Aaah! The devil of the empire!¡±
¡°You¡¯re consistent, even here.¡±
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Chapter 72:
Chapter 72:
Chapter 72: The Tyrant Has Fled
In a dark and damp dungeon, the youngdy of the Senestia ducal family was imprisoned.
Her once well-groomed hair was now tangled, stained with dirt and sweat; her clothes were torn and filthy, unrecognizable in their original color, and her skin bears scratches here and there.
Normally, even prisoners of noble birth are treated with a degree of decency¡ªit makes them more valuable for exchanges of hostages.
However, the neglected state of Sushia indicated just how enraged the empire was with the betrayal of the Senestia ducal family.
¡°So, Sushia. What were you doing when you got caught?¡±
¡°I was so hungry that I was cooking stew in the forest, but the smoke gave me away and I was captured.¡±
¡°...¡±
It was her own doing.****
-Munch munch.
When bread and soup were brought to her, Sushia began to devour her meal frantically.
¡°Eat slowly.¡±
¡°Sob... It¡¯s been ages since I had a proper meal. Since being locked up here, all I¡¯ve had is moldy, hard bread.¡±
Her cheeks, once gaunt, puffed out with food, making her resemble a hamster once again.
¡°Cough, cough!¡±
¡°What¡¯s the matter! The food shouldn¡¯t be poisoned.¡±
¡°My throat... I need water.¡±
Ascal, who was about to suggest she drink the soup instead, was speechless after seeing thepletely empty bowl she had scraped clean.
After coughing, Sushia drank some water and soon regained herposure.
Ascal threw a nket at her.
¡°It¡¯s warm...¡±
Wrapped in the nket, Sushia felt not only satiated but also warm, and finally had the leisure to scrutinize the person in front of her.
Sushia¡¯s violet eyes scanned Ascal.
¡°Kyaaaaaaa, the devil of the empire! I knew I wasn¡¯t wrong! Are you nning to fatten me up and then eat me?¡±
¡°You caught me.¡±
Ascal strode toward Sushia, who backed away until she was trembling against the dungeon wall.
¡°You¡¯ve had it tough, Sushia.¡±
He stroked her hair. Despite everything, he had grown fond of her.
Even if only in dreams, it was painful to see her suffer.
Like a terrified hamster, Sushia slowly began to let down her guard.
¡°There¡¯s no way the empire¡¯s devil could be this kind.¡±
¡°I¡¯ve been called a devil, but what have I done to earn such a name?¡±
¡°Well...¡±
Then it struck her, this man before her eyes. He wasn¡¯t as scary as she thought.
ck eyes, ck hair. He was certainly Ascal Debrue, the devil of the empire. But now, she felt more like throwing a tantrum at him.?Sushia continued, a strange emotion stirring within her.
¡°Always leading the empire with a cold ruthlessness, every time you pick up a quill pen, everyone trembles wondering what conspiracy you are crafting next. Your enemies are invariably outsmarted by your brilliant strategies, and then there¡¯s your unmatched prowess as a swordmaster. No one who has seen your de has lived to tell the tale...!¡±
Ascal had a realization. Clearly, rumors had taken on a life of their own.
Just as ridiculous rumors had inted his reputation to that of the empire¡¯s hidden dragon, here he was dubbed the empire¡¯s devil.
¡°So, the devil of the empire hase to see me in person, is today my execution day then...? This meal, ast supper, right?¡±
Sushia was being overly dramatic.
¡°But before I die, please, I must speak with Her Majesty the Empress just once! There¡¯s something I must tell her! In fact, that¡¯s why I let myself get caught... although it¡¯s true I did want some stew.¡±
¡°Follow me.¡±
¡°Yikes. Are we heading to the execution ground?¡±
Sushia attempted to grab the hem of Ascal¡¯s clothing.
Ascal looked down at her with a bemused expression.
¡°I will grant you an audience with the Empress.¡±
****
¡°You are five minuteste, Ascal.¡±
The woman, d only in a robe, clutching a pillow (previously used by Ascal), was none other than Yulia Barba, the empress of the empire.
¡°My apologies. I was held up by this baggage.¡±
¡°The girl beside you, isn¡¯t she a daughter of the Senestia ducal family?¡±
Murderous intent flickered in Yulia¡¯s eyes.
Sushia trembled like a mouse before a snake.
¡°Why have you brought a traitor here?¡±
¡°She says she has something important to tell Your Majesty.¡±
¡°I¡¯m not interested in hearing it.¡±
Ascal approached the bed and snatched the pillow from Yulia¡¯s grasp.
¡°Ah! That is mine.¡±
¡°It¡¯s my pillow.¡±
¡°Isn¡¯t what¡¯s yours also mine?¡±
¡°If you listen to her, I will give it back.¡±
Yulia Barba was gued by mistrust. After countless assassination attempts and betrayals, she hade to trust no one. However, Ascal was the sole exception.
A tyrant¡¯s only ce of sce, the one pir she could lean on, that was Ascal Debrue.
¡°Fine. Traitor,e here.¡±
¡°Yes, yes.¡±
Sushia approached the bed.
It was night. A chilly wind blew, and Sushia¡¯s clothes were barely more than rags.
Seeing Sushia shiver from the cold, Yulia raised an eyebrow and gestured to one side of the bed.
¡°Get on the bed.¡±
¡°Yes, yes!¡±
And then she wrapped Sushia in arge nket.
Only Sushia¡¯s face peeked out from under the nket. At the other end, Yulia did the same.
It was somewhat like a game of whack-a-mole.
¡°To share a bed, or rather a nket, with a traitor... Is this what it means? How amusing. The daughter of Senestia. What is it that you wish to tell me?¡±?Sushia spoke, her voice carrying the nuance that her neck could be severed at any moment depending on her answer, yetcking any real dignity in her current state.
¡°I¡¯ve heard that the anti-imperial forces and the imperial army are about to sh!¡±
¡°And?¡±
¡°Could you please stop the fight, or at least dy it?¡±
¡°Why?¡±
¡°Unintentionally, I overheard my father¡¯s conversation! He ns to betray both sides! There will be witches spreading fireballs, giants wrecking havoc on the battlefield, assassins lurking... it¡¯s all very dangerous!¡±
Yuliaughed.
¡°How am I supposed to believe that? Do you have any proof?¡±
¡°Pr, proof is...¡±
¡°It sounds more like you were captured on purpose to feed me these lies to confuse me, like a spy.¡±
¡°Ugh...¡±
Sushia looked desperately at Ascal for help.
¡®Why is she turning to me for help?¡¯
¡°Besides, let¡¯s say I believe you and withdraw the troops. Windwill is a critical military stronghold. Losing it would mean losing the war. It¡¯s a lose-lose situation.¡±
Windwill.
Ascal faintly recalled.
In the novel, the imperial and anti-imperial forces sh heavily there. During the intense battle, suddenly a third faction emerges.
¡®Was it Zinia, or what was it...¡¯
And the Duke of Senestia was the leader of that organization.
The Duke of Senestia, appearing suddenly, revealed his identity and story in great detail, bringing forth the forces of darkness he had gathered.
Thus, three forces fiercely collided, and then an even more dramatic event urred.
The fire-breathing dragon, Karnax, suddenly appeared.
A dragon that had been sleeping in the Windwill mountains woke up and started wreaking havoc.
This was the second of the empire¡¯s three great cmities.
Eventually, losing most of her army and barely escaping with her life, Yulia Barba bit her lip till it bled as she retreated.
¡®Well¡ We are screwed.¡¯
Only with numerous swordmasters, archmages, and elite troops drawing aggro could one stand a slight chance against a dragon.
And if it¡¯s a legendary ancient dragon, then there¡¯s really no hope.
¡°How many swordmasters does the empire have now?¡±
¡°What an odd question. Duke Felix has already fallen in battle. The North has been destroyed by giants. Only you and I remain as swordmasters in the empire.¡±
¡°Could we seek help from the White Mage Tower?¡±
¡°They are staunchly neutral. Even in these dire times, they simply lock their doors and do not move.¡±
¡°Doesn¡¯t the empire have a guardian dragon?¡±
Yulia looked at Ascal as if he was speaking nonsense.
¡°That¡¯s a creature from legends found only in history books.¡±
¡°I see, Your Majesty.¡±
¡°Ah, my wise prime minister. Have you thought of a solution?¡±
Ascal provided a straightforward answer.
¡°Let¡¯s just run away. Abandon the empire. Let¡¯s go into hiding somewhere quiet.¡±
¡°...¡±
??****?¡°Today is chilly, so we¡¯ll need to gather a good amount of firewood.¡±
¡°I brought back a lot of herbs! They¡¯ll taste great if we nch them! Achoo!¡±
Deep in the nameless forest.
Yulia sat on a wooden chair crafted by Ascal, taking in her surroundings.
Everything was nketed in snow. Opening her mouth, her warm breath visibly escaped.
¡°I¡¯ve boiled some water. It¡¯s cold, soe inside the cabin quickly.¡±
Ascal and Sushia hurried into the warm cabin as ifpeting.
¡°Here¡¯s some hot cocoa to warm you up.¡±
¡°This luxury... Thank you, Your Majesty.¡±
¡°I¡¯m no longer Your Majesty. Call me Yulia, or... even that might be risky. Just call me Lia.¡±
¡°Lia¡¯s cocoa is the best! Oh, if only we had some cookies too.¡±
Indeed.
The three of them had fled the empire.
And thus began their life of hiding deep in the forest.
Compared to the splendid imperial pce, the cabin was much smaller. Yet, somehow, Yulia found the cabin much morefortable than the pce.
Just drinking warm cocoa and stew, looking out the window.
¡°Truly, this is peace...¡±
What might be happening in the empire now?
Perhaps they were desperately searching for the empress and the prime minister, assuming they¡¯d been kidnapped.
A month had already passed since they started this life on the run.
¡°Do you think the three of us are a good match?¡±
¡°It¡¯s not so much a good match as it seems like you¡¯re the one benefiting.¡±
¡°Is that so? Hehe.¡±
She was happy.
Yulia Barba thought.
How wonderful it would be if this life could continue forever.
Where did it all go wrong?
Was it when the crown prince, overwhelmed with duties, half-madly imed to have found a legendary Pegasus and died while riding it?
Or was it when she fiercelypeted with Serena Barba, branded her a witch, and forcefully seeded the throne?
Her memories go back even further.
When she was six years old.
She was very possessive.
She hated losing anything, and whatever she liked, she had to have.
Otherwise, she always ended up losing it to her sister¡ªwhether it was toys, our mother¡¯s attention, or anything else.
Even back then, she was fighting with Serena.
They each grabbed an arm of the teddy bear, pulling until it was nearly torn apart.
¡°This is mine! Yulia! You can¡¯t have it!¡±
¡°No! You already have five dolls! I want one too!¡±
¡°Hmph. Get mother to give you one then.¡±
¡°Mother won¡¯t make one for me...¡±
Serena had hair simr to their mother¡¯s, while she inherited her father¡¯s blond hair.
Perhaps that¡¯s why Mother never paid any attention to her.
She was always absorbed in something.
¡°Waaah!¡±
¡°Fine, keep it. I have plenty of dolls anyway.¡±
Eventually, the teddy bear was torn in two and fell to the floor.
Even as the servants tried to console her, Yulia continued to cry. The bear wasn¡¯t the only thing she had lost.
And then he appeared.
¡°Why are you crying?¡±
Sheter learned that his father had achieved great honors, and that¡¯s why he, his son, hade to the pce.
¡°The teddy bear got torn?¡±
He nodded. He, slightly taller than her at the time, seemed so brave.
After borrowing a few things from the servants, he quickly stitched the teddy back together with a needle.
¡°Look. It¡¯s a rabbit doll now, much cooler than a teddy bear. It¡¯s one of a kind in the world!¡±
¡°...Is it for me?¡±
¡°Of course. It¡¯s yours.¡±
It was a bit clumsy, but the rabbit doll, sewn with care, was smiling broadly. Yulia found herself smiling without realizing it.
¡°Thank you. What¡¯s your name?¡±
¡°Well, my name is¡ª¡±
She never heard his name. The servant suddenly appeared, hastily grabbed his arm, and pulled him away, as if he hadmitted a great rudeness.
But from that day, Yulia became happy.
Every night, she went to sleep dreaming.
Because she finally had something of her own.
Something unique in the world.
As time passed, she tried to find him, but she could never seem to.
Haha. Hidden away in the countryside, how could he?
So, when she finally did find him.
Does he know the expression she had?
And the expression she wore when she joyfully approached him, only to realize that he had forgotten her.
She wanted to keep him by her side, even if by force.
But he always tried to run away.
It doesn¡¯t matter.
She was confident that she could catch him and bring him back, no matter how many times, even dozens of times.
But now, she was content with this.
Ascal.
Her first love, and herst.
She will let him go.
¡®Only you, please.¡¯
¡®Live happily.¡¯
...
The next day.
¡°...Lia has disappeared.¡±
¡°The battle at Windwill isn¡¯t far off, right? Probably.¡±
Ascal put on his coat.
¡°You can stay here. Sushia.¡±
¡°Nonsense! Of course, I muste with you! I can¡¯t manage without you!¡±
¡°True. You¡¯d starve.¡±
¡°Hehe.¡±
Yulia had run away.
Now it was time for him to go after her.
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Chapter 73:
Chapter 73:
Chapter 73: The Fourth Force
¡°The seriousness ends here.¡±
Ascal dered. Sushia turned her head with a puzzled look, wondering why he suddenly changed his tune.
¡°This isn¡¯t the way to Windwall, is it?¡±
¡°Sushia.¡±
¡°¡?¡±
He had been swayed by this dream-like reality until now, but no more.
¡°I get what you were trying to show me. It must have been hard to outright say that the Duke¡¯s family were traitors, and the dragons too.¡±
¡°What are you talking about all of a sudden? Are you possessed by a demon?¡±¡°I¡¯ve seen all I needed to in this dream. From now on, I live for myself.¡±
People had be strange suddenly. Sushia seriously considered whether she should run away now.
¡°I have a friend. And a beloved horse, too.¡±
¡°I understand less and less, Ascal.¡±
¡°First, we find Fer.¡±
Ascal had raised Fer for a long time.
He knew what environments Fer liked, and what food he preferred.
Of course, he couldn¡¯t be sure if Fer would be there.
He was just trusting his luck.
¡®If I fail, I might as well kill myself.¡¯
****
¡°Neigh!¡±
Ascal found him. Fer was hiding in a carrot field near the empire. He often used to stroll to this area.
¡°Ah, you¡¯ve gotten so skinny. Poor thing.¡±
The carrot field had been devastated by the war. Fer was hiding there, abandoned.
Ascal held out a bunch of carrots he had brought.
Trembling, Fer slowly approached and ate the carrots.
Ascal gently stroked Fer¡¯s head to make him less afraid.
¡®Originally, Sirius would have found this guy and ridden him in the battle of Windwall¡ But now he¡¯s mine. I can¡¯t hand him over to anyone.¡¯
Three-quarter time, stroke with the grain to the left.
It was Fer¡¯s favorite way to be petted.
Fer seemed puzzled.
He didn¡¯t understand how this human, whom he was seeing for the first time, could be so familiar with the exact way he liked to be petted, almost like a petting master.
¡°Right. Here¡¯s your carrot.¡±??Sushia held out a carrot.
Fer kicked it away with his front hoof.
¡°Yikes! Why my carrot!¡±
¡°You didn¡¯t shake off the dirt. Fer is sensitive about that.¡±
Having eaten his fill of carrots for the first time in a while, Fer made a content little whinny and bowed slightly, enough for someone to mount him.
He had acknowledged Ascal as his master.
¡°Mount up, Sushia. Next, we head to the Kingdom of Kelli.¡±
¡°Why there?¡±
The wings of the Pegasus unfolded grandly. Sushia was taken aback.
¡°We¡¯re flying!¡±
¡°While I struggle, there¡¯s someone out there sucking honey in peace. I can¡¯t just leave him be.¡±
The battle of Windwall was still a bit away.
With a new means of high-speed transport, Ascal used the power of flight. Their destination: the Kingdom of Kelli.
****
¡°Ah, bliss. This is what life¡¯s about.¡±
The hot springs of Kelli Kingdom.
A young man rxed in the bath, a tray floating on the water beside him.
And then, a sip of liquor.
¡°Kiyaahaa!¡±
Sometimes, moments like this brought back memories of years ago in the empire.
A ridiculous streak of luck had everyone calling him a divine inventor, a genius, a saint.
But Bernstein knew better.
Easily gained fame is just as easily lost. And it was clear that the empire was on the brink of copse.
He couldn¡¯t sink with a failing ship.
Bernstein had been nning since then.
While pretending to proceed with an airship nmissioned by the empire, he created a golem to serve as his double.
The airship would crash, and the golem would be executed in his stead. Meanwhile, Bernstein would enjoy a peaceful retirement in the Kingdom of Kelli.
He changed his voice deliberately and shaved his mustache clean. Not even his rtives could recognize him now.
¡°You look good, Bernstein.¡±
¡°You must be mistaken. My name isn¡¯t Bernstein.¡±
¡°You looked better with a mustache.¡±
Still, there were asionally annoying people who recognized him.
Bernstein looked up at the other person.
Bernstein broke out in a cold sweat.
¡°Are you the devil from the empire? Have youe to capture me?¡±
?The man with ck hair shed a grin.
He was the infamous ¡°Devil of the Empire¡± who could stop a crying child with just a look.
After Yulia Barba, the empire¡¯s tyrant, he was the next in power and her right-hand man.
There was no escaping this situation, no matter how much Bernstein tried to feign ignorance.
Bernstein looked around frantically for the emergency smoke bomb he had prepared for such moments.
¡°Looking for this?¡±
¡°How did you¡ª!¡±
¡°Did you think I wouldn¡¯t know your patterns? It¡¯s obvious.¡±
The Devil of the Empire chuckled as he toyed with the smoke bomb in his hand.
Bernstein swallowed hard.
¡°How did you know I was at this hot spring?¡±
¡°We¡¯re cut from the same cloth. I would have done the same, rxing here in the hot springs.¡±
¡°It¡¯s baffling. We¡¯ve never even spoken, yet you seem to know me so well¡¡±
Bernstein hadn¡¯t given up yet. Though the smoke bomb was taken, he still had onest resort.
He couldn¡¯t just be dragged off by the empire¡¯s devil now that he had found freedom.
¡°I¡¯m not here to capture you.¡±
¡°And why should I believe that?¡±
¡°Don¡¯t you want to build a giant golem, Bernstein?¡±
Ascal knew well the joy Bernstein felt when he acquired the rainbow stone in the north, how he¡¯d gleefully locked himself in hisb.
Ascal had visited, curious about his activities, and Bernstein, excited, had shown him the blueprints.
¡°Look at this, Ascal. A giant golem. This is why I became an inventor. It was an impossible n, but with the rainbow stone you provided...¡±
He was truly an engineer with a pure heart.
¡°Did you snoop around myb? Hmph. Such a thing is but a fantasy. It¡¯s beyond human capability to create.¡±
¡°Because there¡¯s no rainbow stone, right?¡±
¡°Exactly. How could one find such a mythical substance?¡±
¡°But what if it could be found?¡±
¡°Ha, such bluster. If you find it, I¡¯ll be your son.¡±
Ascal pulled a rainbow stone from his pocket.
Bernstein¡¯s eyes bulged.
¡°Father!!! How!!!¡±
¡°I did a little bartering.¡±
Just then, a petite girl with white hair emerged from behind Ascal¡¯s legs.
She reached eagerly for the orb Ascal held.
¡°Give it back, give it back, I just put it down to nap. My orb, sob.¡±
Ascal patted the girl¡¯s head.
¡°I found the rainbow stone, so I¡¯ll return the orb if you help me out a bit more.¡±
¡°Really? You¡¯re not lying?¡±
¡°Of course.¡±
Ascal handed Bernstein the rainbow stone.
¡°Can you make it? The giant golem.¡±
¡°Do you think a giant golem can be made just like that, with only a rainbow stone? It requires ample time and facilities...¡±
¡°You have yourb here too, right?¡±
Bernstein nodded as if surrendering.
¡°Yes. But it will take at least a year. That¡¯s only possible because I have some pre-made parts for tinkering.¡±
¡°We will make it in a week.¡±
¡°Have you lost your mind?¡±
Ascal grinned, looking toward where the white-haired girl stood.
¡°A week that feels like a year should do.¡±
****
¡°Kraaaaak! Save me!¡±
Bernstein screamed in agony within hisboratory, the sound of a man being literally torn apart in real time.
Ascal had recently discovered something. If the Cloud Dragon could stop time, then the White Dragon could slow it down drastically. And in this slowed time, Bernstein was being thoroughly dissected.
¡°You really are a genius, Bernstein.¡±
Ascal acknowledged him. The empire truly needed Bernstein.
He could never let him go.
****
In the Dark Room.
The leader of the Spider smiled.
¡°The moment hase when our long-held ns bear sweet fruit.¡±
They had waited for a very long time, carefully concealing their identities, just for the empire¡¯s downfall.
¡°Everyone has done remarkably well. Seventh Leg, the assassin. You splendidly assassinated the Minister of Magic.¡±
A masked shadow nodded in the dark.
¡°And the Forger has dragged the empire¡¯s reputation through the mud.¡±
A figure with one leg missing chuckled coldly.
¡°Witch, you are truly cruel. Using even your own children for revenge. The dispute between the two princesses has pushed the empire across a point of no return. Ah, consider that apliment.¡±
The witch looked down at the mummy with bloodshot eyes. The mummy, wrapped in bandages, was barely clinging to life.
-Kill me, please...
¡°Watch the empire fall with your own eyes, Kamalon Barba.¡±
The leader rose from his seat. Eight legs kneeled before him.
The Spider spun its web. In this web spun over such a long time, the empire would never be able to escape.
****
¡°Flying!!!¡±
¡°Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!¡±
At that moment, Ascal and his group were soaring through the sky.
Ascal and Sushia were riding on Fer, while Bernstein and the parts of the giant golem were mounted on the transformed body of the White Dragon.
¡°You know, I¡¯ve been thinking... if we have this White Dragon, do we even need the giant golem?¡±
That¡¯s the typical clich¨¦.
The seemingly powerful ally can¡¯t join the party due to some constraint.
Ascal said,
¡°The Cloud Dragon has lost most of its power now. Even if you went all out, it couldn¡¯t stop you.¡±
<...Really?>
¡°Cross my heart, it¡¯s true.¡±
The White Dragon joined the party!
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Chapter 74:
Chapter 74:
Chapter 74: Return
Sirius looked at Windwall.
The path to Windwall touches the heart of the Empire.
If Windwall is taken, the Empire dies.
¡°Brothers and sisters, today we rewrite history. Yulia, that wicked and bloodthirsty tyrant, has stained thisnd with poverty and fear through her greed.¡±
Sirius recalled the past.
The memory of starving at the Haven Orphanage.
No matter how many times he pleaded, the Empire abandoned the orphanage.
¡°Remember our friends and family who perished under the Empire¡¯s oppression. While we starved and shivered in the cold, they were simply drinking wine in front of their warm fireces.¡±Themander of the anti-Empire forces, Sirius, could not forgive the Empire.
¡°Saintness of Vengeance, bless us!¡±
The saintess, Eileen, stepped forward.
And quietly prayed.
¡°The starlight is watching over us. We will not lose our way even in the darkness!¡±
Sirius spoke.
¡°Everyone, advance! Fight until our swords pierce the tyrant¡¯s heart, until our spears bring down her minions! Until freedom spreads across thisnd, until the starlight proims our victory!¡±
The anti-Empire forces advanced.
The tide had already turned.
The Empire could never bear the weight of its karma.
??***
¡°Hmm. What a load of nonsense.¡±
Yulia remarked simply.
From atop her tank, she assessed the battlefield.
Troops, disadvantaged.
Morale, broken.
Righteous cause, lost.
Ascal, gone.
Yulia was no fool.
This war was likely unwinnable.
Still, she chose to be here because it was better to grasp at a slight chance than to face a slow and certain death.
¡°Prime Minister Debrue, where is our Empire¡¯s Devil?¡±
¡°He fled.¡±
¡°How... How can this be? Without him, what are we to do...¡±
Howughable.
For a general to be so weak.
The Empire had been rotting from the core since Yulia became Empress. No matter howpetent Yulia was, she couldn¡¯t revive a decayed tree.
¡®If only I had found Ascal a little sooner.¡¯
Would she have been able to save the Empire then?
This was a time toote for regret.
?Yulia had already let Ascal go.
She wanted him to live happily.
But a small part of her hoped.
That in this crisis, he would appear like a hero.
¡®Ascal. What are you doing right now?¡¯
Yulia slowly opened her eyes.
¡°As expected, there¡¯s no way he would... What, what is that?¡±
There was something in the sky.
A white horse with wings and a giant white dragon were flying in the sky!
¡°Isn¡¯t that... the legendary Pegasus?¡±
¡°Then, is that the mythical White Dragon?¡±
Like children, everyone looked up at the sky.
Both the Empire and anti-Empire forces stared dumbfounded at the sky.
Why on earth are there Pegasus and White Dragon here?
And then, a song began to be heard.
A voice amplified by a mana stone echoed in their ears.
¡¸Bellum cessate, fratres, pax sit in terris¡¹
It was a beautiful woman¡¯s voice.
But then.
¡°She really can¡¯t sing...¡±
¡°Wow, that¡¯s terrible...¡±
They lost their strength.
The adrenaline that had been surging drained away at this ridiculous sight.
And so.
Both sides lost the timing to advance.
??***
¡°We¡¯ll arrive at Windwall soon! Ascal, what should I do?¡±
¡°If you have nothing to do, just sing to rx.¡±
¡°Shall I?¡±
Ascal took out the mana stone amplifier he had sneaked from Bernstein and ced it near Sushia.
Thanks to that, everyone heard Sushia¡¯s song.
It was a terrible singing voice.
¡°Hihing!¡±
Fer expressed its pain.
Thanks to that, Ascal almost fell from the sky.
¡°But what¡¯s our goal, Ascal? What can we do by getting involved in this war now?¡±
¡°Have some peanuts, Bernstein.¡±
¡°Thank you, Miss Sushia.¡±
It was a sharp question.
To Bernstein¡¯s question, Ascal replied.
¡°Have you ever blocked for five minutes or guarded an entrance, Bernstein?¡±
¡°I can¡¯t even guess. Is it a saying from somewhere?¡±
¡°The goal is simple. We buy time until the dragon appears.¡±
The fire-breathing ancient dragon, Karnax.
That ancient dragon will interfere in the battle at Windwall.
After that, the dragon will rampage indiscriminately, like a resident furious about noise between floors.
¡°And then we be dragon yers, Bernstein.¡±
¡°...Turns out you¡¯re the craziest one, Ascal.¡±
Ascalughed.
??***?The White Dragon and Fernded on the ground.
They positioned themselves at the top of a triangle, with the anti-Empire and Empire forces on either side.
This formation made it difficult for anyone to move rashly. First, they needed to identify the neers.
¡°Identify yourselves! Intruders!¡±
Sirius shouted, his voice booming with a touch of magical power that made everyone¡¯s ears tingle. Ascal shouted back.
¡°You¡¯ve grown, Sirius.¡±
You¡¯ve grown up well, leading the anti-Empire forces.
Ascal, wearing a half-mask and using a voice modtor, deliberately hid his identity.
Sirius grew more curious about the identity of Ascal, who had suddenly called him by name.
¡°I won¡¯t say it again. Identify yourselves, intruders.¡±
Sirius examined the newly appeared group.
Their numbers were absurdly low.
Two men and a woman who didn¡¯t seembat-capable.
However, there were a Pegasus and a legendary dragon. Acting hostilely could createplications if they sided with the Empire.
Ascal pondered.
¡®What alias should I use... At times like this, there¡¯s only that.¡¯
Ascal shouted, swallowing his pride.
¡°We are the Knights of the Night, and I am the Prince of the Night! Commander of the anti-Empire forces, Sirius!¡±
After doing this a few times, it bes routine.
But seeing Sushia and Bernstein desperately stifling theirughter, Ascal felt a wave of profound embarrassment.
¡°Then answer, Prince of the Night! Whose side are you on? The side of the wicked Empire or ours?¡±
¡°I am on no one¡¯s side. I havee only to warn you.¡±
¡°What do you mean by that?¡±
¡°White Dragon. Fire a breath attack forward.¡±
Kwoooaaaah!
The White Dragon breathed a st into the empty in.
The ground froze in an instant.
It was an area-wide attack of near-final level.
Everyone who saw the White Dragon¡¯s breath lost their words.
¡°One more time. This time towards the mountain in the rear.¡±
-It¡¯s hard to do it twice without an orb.
¡°I¡¯ll give you a honey pie.¡±
Ascal tossed a honey pie into the White Dragon¡¯s mouth.
The White Dragon, like a border collie, opened its mouth wide and swallowed the honey pie.
And once again.
Kwoooaaaah!
The mountain shook with the breath attack.
¡°What, what are you doing!¡±
¡°Creating a disturbance in front of thendlord.¡±
Ascal sat down on the spot.
He had done everything he could.
Now, they needed to appear...
It would be troublesome if they didn¡¯t show up on cue.
¡¸Foolish creatures, daring to disturb my slumber. Your insolence will turn to me and ash!¡¹
The fire-breathing ancient dragon, Karnax, had appeared.
Thendlord had arrived.
¡¸The Prince of the Night invites the Empire forces to a raid party (Reason: Ancient Dragon Raid).¡¹
¡¸The Prince of the Night invites the anti-Empire forces to a raid party (Reason: Ancient Dragon Raid).¡¹
Windwall: Ancient Dragon Karnax RaidParticipating Forces- Anti-Empire Forces- Empire Forces- Spiders- Prince of the Night
Ancient Dragon Karnax¡¯s HP: ¨€¨€¨€¨€¨€¨€¨€¨€¨€¨€ 100%- Karnax¡¯s powerful me breath covers the battlefield.- The White Dragon breathes ice, slowing Karnax¡¯s movements.- The Empire forces fire cannons.- Bernstein assembles a giant golem.
Ancient Dragon Karnax¡¯s HP: ¨€¨€¨€¨€¨€¨€???? 60%- The anti-Empire forces join the battle.- Ascal actively swings his sword.- The White Dragon retrieves its orb and breathes again.- Yulia supports with magic.
Ancient Dragon Karnax¡¯s HP: ¨€¨€¨€??????? 30%- Sirius dies.- The saintess dies.- The giant golem is destroyed.- The Empire and anti-Empire forces are half annihted.- Ascal protects Yulia.
The raid failed.???***
?¡°Honestly, it was a shame. Admit it?¡±
¡°It was you all along, Ascal. It really was you. Hehehe.¡±
Yuliaid the battered Ascal on herp.
¡°Now that we¡¯ve checked the patterns, let¡¯s do better in the next try. We were a bit short on tanks.¡±
¡°Look here, look at me, Ascal.¡±
Ascal seemed to be staring into the distance.
This sometimes happened.
In the chaos of war, losing oneself.
Especially when teetering between life and death.
¡°Stay with me. You have to stay with me.¡±
Yulia shook Ascal.
If he closed his eyes now, it would be a direct path to the afterlife.
Ascal looked at Yulia.
¡°¡Lia.¡±
¡°Yes, it¡¯s me. Yulia, your Lia.¡±
¡°I¡¯ve realized.¡±
¡°Tell me. Yes, keep talking. You mustn¡¯t lose consciousness.¡±
Ascal spoke with a fading voice.
¡°How to escape from the Empire. This time, for sure.¡±
¡°Even at this point, you¡¯re talking about running away again¡ you¡¯re really consistent.¡±
Yulia let out a hollowugh.
¡°Fine. Keep running, Ascal. No matter where you flee, I¡¯ll find you dozens, hundreds of times.¡±
Definitely.
¡°¡Ascal?¡±
¡°He¡¯s gone. He¡¯s left us.¡±
Sushia said calmly.
¡°I¡¯ll follow him. I¡¯ll die with him.¡±
¡°No. You have to escape.¡±
¡°What¡¯s the use of escaping now?¡±
¡°It matters.¡±
Above Sushia¡¯s head as she spoke, the starlight was shining. It was an unusually bright light.
¡°Let¡¯s try one more time. Everyone, let¡¯s start over and do it together.¡±
??***
¡°Gasp!¡±
Ascal woke up.
His whole body was drenched in sweat. It felt like he had been having a nightmare.
His memory was hazy. But the thought that he absolutely had to y the dragon remained clear.
As he looked around, he was surprised.
There were so many people.
¡°He¡¯s awake!¡±
¡°He¡¯s finally awake!¡±
Ascal looked around.
Before him stood the Crown Prince, Kain, Devon, Laika, Jerobe, Serena, and Yulia. Along with others.
Elenia and Sushia knelt behind, hands raised.
¡°You didn¡¯t wake up for a whole week. We were so worried, thinking you were dead!¡±
The Crown Prince said with concern.
¡°Of course, if we¡¯re talking about who worried the most, it would be your aid here.¡±
¡°I worried a lot too, you know.¡±
Serena grumbled.
¡°¡Lia?¡±
Lia, half-copsed, was sleeping while holding onto Ascal¡¯s bed.
Then, Lia opened her eyes.
¡°Ascal.¡±
¡°Lia. Perfect timing. I have something to say.¡±
¡°¡Yes?¡±
Lia looked confused.
¡°The next Minister of Evaluation is you. I¡¯ll retire after ying the dragon. I realized that a minister who appoints a sessor can legally retire from the Empire.¡±
¡°Hahaha! The first thing you say after waking up is retirement! Truly like you!¡±
¡°That, that position is too much for me.¡±
¡°Ah, no vetoes allowed.¡±
The Crown Princeughed.
¡°Well, you were going to step down as Minister of Evaluation soon anyway.¡±
¡°Really? I hope my next position isn¡¯t the guillotine.¡±
¡°Such jokes. You¡¯ll like it, I¡¯m sure.¡±
The Crown Prince hid the appointment letter for the Prime minister behind his back.
It might be too stimting to show to a recovering patient.
??***
Ascal resumed his ministerial duties after a long time.
¡°This can¡¯t be. Why is this work so easy?¡±
Oddly enough, the work was easy.
It felt like an experienced veteran of over ten years had taken over his body.
?***
Ascal swung his sword.
Seeing this, Lia spoke.
¡°¡I didn¡¯t expect you to be so skilled.¡±
Then Lia, holding a sword, said,
¡°I¡¯ll help you with your training.¡±
¡°It¡¯ll just sully your eyes.¡±
¡°No. Ascal, you¡¯re very skilled right now. It¡¯s as if, with just a small push, you could break through a wall.¡±
¡°¡A wall?¡±
Lia¡¯s voice changed.
¡°You¡¯re close to bing a Swordmaster, Ascal.¡±
Ascal squinted.
¡°The evil spirit hasn¡¯t left, I see.¡±
¡°Yes. Call me that if you want. It doesn¡¯t matter. I¡¯m far more useful for training than that other one. Come at me, Ascal.¡±
¡°Die, evil spirit!¡±
Yulia sighed.
Then, she smiled softly.
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Chapter 75:
Chapter 75:
Chapter 75: You¡¯re also at the age to get married
After waking up from his dream, Ascal was being treated with utmost care.
What that means was he enjoyed the ¡°patient¡¯s privilege,¡± where no one would say anything even if he tantly cked off.
So, while everyone else was working, he could confidently hang out in the break room by himself.
On either side of Ascal were a small snake and a white puppy.
¡°Wow, they¡¯re so cute. Can I pet them?¡±
¡°A snake? As expected of you, Sir. Such a refined hobby.¡±
The evaluation department staff who visited the break room would always reach out to see Ascal¡¯s pets.
The white puppy (White Dragon) put its paw in the employee¡¯s hand.The staff member, charmed by the cuteness, offered a treat.
¡°Woof!¡±
The white puppy (White Dragon) was satisfied.
The snake (Cloud Dragon), watching this scene, flicked its tongue in apparent anger. It seemed that even in this form, it had some pride as a dragon.
The Cloud Dragon spoke into Ascal¡¯s mind.
-y the flute, contractor.
¡°¡¡?¡±
Though puzzled, Ascal yed the flute in the break room. Incidentally, various instruments were avable here to relieve staff stress.
Fweee¡ª
In tune with the flute, the snake twisted its body, performing tricks.
¡°Wow! Amazing!¡±
The evaluation department employee who had been petting the white puppy turned their attention to the snake. They pulled out a sausage and gave it to the snake.
The snake gulped down the sausage with great satisfaction.
-My victory, White Dragon.
-¡¡So frustrating. I¡¯ll practice next time too.
What on earth are you guys doing?
Ascal, who had been ying the flute, was at a loss for words.
****
Participants: Ascal Erindale, Cloud Dragon, White Dragon
-The Great Dragon Karnax is asleep, but it¡¯s a light sleep. It could wake up at any time for any reason.
¡°So, it¡¯s in a REM sleep state. Like a dangerous volcano that could erupt from even the slightest stimulus.¡±
-Exactly. It¡¯ll wake up in a few years even if left alone. It¡¯s safer to eliminate it in advance.
¡°If you and Karnax fought, who would win?¡±
-I would lose. But why are you being so informal all of a sudden...
Ascal threw a sausage. The snake caught and ate it. Feeling pleased, the snake hissed contentedly.
-You may speak informally.
¡°Would it be impossible even with the White Dragon?¡±
-Yes. We are beings meant to oversee, not to engage in crude battles.
¡°But aren¡¯t you the guardian of the empire? Don¡¯t you care if the Great Dragon rampages in your territory?¡±
-Defeat him.
¡°¡¡?¡±
-You can do it. Contractor. Defeat the Great Dragon Karnax and be a hero remembered in history! Imagine it! The moment when everyone shouts your name, painters create your portrait, and teachers teach students about your great achievements!
-Wow. That sounds cool.
The Cloud Dragon motivated him. The White Dragon chimed in.
The effect was not very good.
¡°I see. You guys are no help at all right now.¡±
-If you wait a hundred years, I can recover my strength through the Sacred Tree.
-I only need about fifty years...
Ascal sighed.
It would be quicker to wait for the Great Dragon to die of old age.
In the end, the only takeaway from the meeting was confirming that the White Dragon and Cloud Dragon were just like talking snakes and treat-loving Pomeranians.
How are they any different from Sushia???****
?¡°You¡¯ve arrived, Minister-nim.¡±
Sushia had called Ascal to the back of the Evaluation Department.
Under the grand tree, the Sacred Tree, where she had been creating an atmosphere, Sushia started fidgeting as soon as she saw Ascal.
¡°Hey, traitor.¡±
¡°Oof. Hitting the sore spot right from the start. That¡¯s harsh. Do you know how much I¡¯ve agonized over this?¡±
After waking up from his dream, Ascal had organized a few facts. He directly asked Elenia about anything that puzzled him.
1. Sushia has inherited her memories. (However, her old memories are like holding water in her mouth; if she¡¯s not careful, she swallows and forgets them.)
2. The House of Duke Senestia has been plotting against the Empire for a long time. (Surprisingly, Sushia had no idea about this until her memories returned.)
3. It was Sushia who led Ascal to the Evaluation Department. (A grave sin.)
¡°No wonder you seemed sharp the first time we met. You must have had your memories then.¡±
¡°I made sure to take notes so I wouldn¡¯t forget... but you were doing so well, Minister-nim... I thought everything would be fine and let my guard down...¡±
¡°Yeah, I get it. You¡¯re an idiot.¡±
Seeing is believing.
Rather than exin everything to Ascal, Sushia consulted Elenia to recreate her past memories.
Of course, thanks to Ascal¡¯s actions, many things had changed from the actual past.
In reality, Ascal had handled nearly all the Empire¡¯s affairs by himself, living every day with dead eyes, asionally attempting to escape during his cooldown periods, only to be caught.
If his body hadn¡¯t been strong, he would have died from overwork long ago.
¡°Still, because of you, I¡¯ve decided what I need to do.¡±
Catch the Great Dragon.
Catch the Duke of Senestia.
Train someone to take over the Evaluation Department.
Then retirepletely.
Otherwise, overwork would be his only ending.
¡°Um, Minister-nim.¡±
¡°Speak.¡±
¡°If he¡¯s caught, will my father, the Duke of Senestia, be executed?¡±
Treason is punishable by death.
Not only the perpetrator but also their family and rtives face execution.
No matter how lenient the Empire had be, treason was still severely punished.
Sushia knew this too.
¡°...¡±
¡°...¡±
Should he just escape the Empire with Sushia?
While Ascal seriously pondered this.
¡°Sniff, it¡¯s been so fun, Minister-nim. I¡¯m sorry I snuck into your office and stole cookies while you were away. I¡¯m sorry for making fun of you for farting. I have a pet parrot named Char who loves grapes. Please, Minister-nim, take care of him for me...¡±
¡°Sushia. Calm down. I¡¯ll find a way.¡±
¡°Waaah... I don¡¯t want to die. I don¡¯t want to be executed... I still have so many things I want to eat, and my birthday ising up...¡±
Sushia copsed to the ground, crying.
¡°Oh. Everyone¡¯s here. I¡¯ve been looking for you.¡±
It was the Crown Prince who had barged in.
The Crown Prince, looking refreshed as if he had just received a massage from the Cat Tribe, nced at the crying Sushia and asked,
¡°What¡¯s going on, Sushia? Why are you crying?¡±
The Crown Prince and Sushia had been childhood friends.
Sushia looked up at the Crown Prince, then started crying again.
¡°Waaah! I don¡¯t want to die, I don¡¯t want to die!¡±
¡°Is Sushia terminally ill or something, Ascal?¡±
¡°......¡±
It seemed like a serious conversation was in order with the Crown Prince.
****
¡°Ah, the Duke of Senestia, you say. Yes, I¡¯ve known. I¡¯ve been aware that he harbors other intentions.¡±
¡°You knew, Your Highness?¡±
¡°Anyone who ims to be neutral is usually hiding something. I¡¯ve always been suspicious of the Duke of Senestia.¡±
Could the Crown Prince¡¯s fall and death in the original story be rted to this? Ascal wondered.
¡°I called off the political marriage with Sushia because I sensed something was off. Since then, it seems the Duke has been wary of me.¡±
¡°So what will you do? And what about Sushia?¡±
¡°Well, it¡¯s a bit awkward to say this, but, Ascal.¡±
The Crown Prince scratched his head.
¡°Has the Duke of Senestia ever caused harm to the Empire up until now?¡±
¡°......!¡±
¡°Of course, I also ced spies in the Duke¡¯s household. Even used the Emperor¡¯s hounds for thorough investigations. But!¡±
¡°But?¡±
¡°He hasn¡¯t done anything! The Duke of Senestia! Except for asionally disappearing at night to attend some strange club meetings.¡±
Indeed.
Contrary to what was seen in the dream, the Duke of Senestia hadn¡¯t done anything at this point. He merely exuded an ominous presence, like a dark schemer.
¡°Bernstein helped a bit. It¡¯s a voice recorder using magic stones, still ssified as top secret. I have a recording, would you like to listen?¡±
Ascal nodded, and the Crown Prince took out a round artifact. After winding it up, the artifact began to y a voice.
-The spider still has four legs left.
-Your mission today is to retrieve the old lich¡¯s staff hidden in the sewers.
-What do you mean there¡¯s nothing in the sewers? That can¡¯t be!
¡°For your information, as soon as we heard this, the hounds went ahead and retrieved the staff first. The Duke knows a lot, so we¡¯re using his information. Once he¡¯s no longer useful, we n to frame him appropriately and get rid of him.¡±
The Duke of Senestia almost seemed pitiable.
There are natural enemies in the world.
For the Duke, his natural enemy was the Crown Prince...
¡°Oh, and there was some good news that turned out to be rather unfortunate for you.¡±
The Crown Prince ced a document on the desk.
It was an appointment letter for the position of Prime minister, bearing the imperial seal.
Ascal Erindale¡¯s name was written on it, with the only nk spot being where the seal would go. It was as if it was saying, ¡°Just show up, and it¡¯s yours.¡±
Ascal began to sweat profusely.
¡°There¡¯s a long-standing tradition in the Empire that a Prime minister appointed during the Emperor¡¯s reign must retire when the Emperor abdicates. So, it seems this will have to wait.¡±
The Crown Prince smiled.
¡°You are to be my Prime minister, not my father¡¯s.¡±
¡°When do you n to ascend the throne, Your Highness?¡±
¡°Oh, such insolent words. The Emperor is still here. Maybe next year?¡±
There wasn¡¯t much time left.
One year.
He had to escape within one year.
¡°And about Sushia, she can just be removed from the family registry. For instance, if she became the wife of someone with a strong background... Oh, there¡¯s a suitable candidate right in front of me.¡±
The Crown Prince looked out the window.
There, Sushia had fallen asleep, leaning against a tree, exhausted from crying.
¡°Sushia may be a bit naive, but she¡¯s a good girl, Ascal. What do you think? I¡¯ll even officiate the wedding.¡±
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Chapter 76:
Chapter 76:
?Chapter 76: The Spider Is Good at Running Away
¡°Ascal, I¡¯vepletely burnt the stew ck! Ah, ah! We need to put out the fire right now¨D¨D!¡±
¡°Hehe, I bought an elixir from an Eastern merchant that supposedly grants immortality for just 10 gold coins. Here, drink it all in one go¨D¨D huh, why are you coughing up blood¨D¨D¡±
¡°Ha, I brought in a cat that was miserably getting drenched in the rain. You¡¯re asking if there are already more than ten cats I¡¯ve taken in? That could be true.¡±
At the Crown Prince¡¯s Proposal.
As soon as Ascal heard the suggestion to take Sushia as hispanion, a panorama of imaginary futures yed out in Ascal¡¯s mind.
After a serious consideration¨Dof about three minutes¨DAscal responded.
¡°That would be difficult.¡±
¡°I thought so.¡±The Crown Prince understood.
Of course, for Sushia¡¯s safety, there was also the slightly underhanded method of a sham marriage. However, a man and woman bound in such a way could never be happy.
It would be better to find another suitable man.
Someone with a solid background, who could handle Sushia¡¯s personality¨D¨D
¡®Oh.¡¯
¡®Is that me?¡¯
The subject swiftly shifted back toward the Crown Prince.
¡°If there¡¯s no bread, let them eat cookies.¡±
¡°I¡¯m sorry! I spilled cocoa on the documents! It¡¯s not important, right? Oh, it says ¡®Treaty of Alliance¡¯?¡±
¡°Can I borrow the crown for a bit? Hehe, wouldn¡¯t wearing a crown help me float better in the water?¡±
Men canmunicate just by looking at each other.
Without needing to say anything, Ascal immediately grasped what the Crown Prince was thinking.
The Crown Prince spoke.
¡°It¡¯s going to be tough after all.¡±
¡°It does seem that way.¡±
The Crown Prince looked through the window at Sushia, who was leaning against a tree.
She had been sobbing, but now she was ying with a fallen twig on the ground.
Soon, Sushia was drawing pictures in the dirt with the twig.
Cakes, cookies, lemon bread¨D¨Dand like a family photo, a man smiling with two women.
¡°Who¡¯s going to take that mischievous girl...¡±
¡°Let¡¯s take our time and think about it slowly.¡±
There¡¯s still some leeway for the Duke of Senestia.
Even if things don¡¯t work out, the Crown Prince has ast resort to extract Sushia and send her to a convent in the Empire.
In this era, a convent¨Dthe Rainbow Shield¨Dhad the fatal w that once you entered, you could never leave, but it was a safe haven where one¡¯s life could be preserved, ast bastion for shady nobles.
Moreover, wasn¡¯t Sushia almost chosen as a saint at one point?
Surprisingly, Sushia and the convent might be a good match.
While the Crown Prince was torn between various options¨Dan urgent messenger arrived.
¡°The Duke of Senestia has escaped!¡±
¡°What?¡±
The Duke had fled in the middle of the night.
?***?¡°I¡¯m home!¡±
As night fell, Sushia wandered around the mansion after returning home. Her family always weed her warmly when she came home from work.
At first, after regaining her memories, she sometimes struggled with how to interact with her father, the Duke.
It felt like someone hade up to her one day and whispered¨D¨D ¡°Actually, your father is the mastermind and the final boss blocking the protagonist,¡± and then disappeared.
And it turned out to be true.
¡®But he¡¯s still my family.¡¯
Of course, she had already reported him, but until the final moment arrived, Sushia nned to treat her father as she always did.
However.
¡°I have no idea where the master has gone. He didn¡¯t give me any specific instructions. Recently, though, he seemed particrly anxious¡¡¡±
All the major and minor affairs of the Duke¡¯s mansion were managed by the head butler.
Even the head butler did not know the Duke¡¯s whereabouts.
Sushia felt a surge of anxiety.
She hurried to the master bedroom. It was unchanged. The bookshelves standing side by side, the office tools¡¡ and the unfinished documents. It was as if the owner had suddenly vanished into thin air.
¡°Ah, Dad. Mom. Where did everyone go without me?¡±
Sushia, who had suddenly be an orphan, copsed onto the floor.
Just before her emotions reached her tear ducts and a mix of warm saline tears began to flow, Sushia noticed something at her eye level, visible only from her sitting position.
A oak wood rod ced on a small pedestal.
The rod used to discipline Sushia.
¡°Eek!¡±
Sushia reflexively flinched.
But why was that legendary rod here?
Sushia pondered.
Her father, the Duke of Senestia, always taught Sushia that everything he did had a purpose.
Therefore, this oak wood rod must have been intentionally ced by her father.
Why?
¡®Oak wood rod, oak wood rod, plump roon¡¡ No. That¡¯s not it. Hmm¡¡¡¯
Sushia put her brain into full gear.
Thirty minutes passed.
And finally, she found the answer.
***
¡°Help me! Head Butler!¡±
¡°What is it, Miss?¡±
Whencking ability, one should borrow the hands of others!
How many people in this world and in history have struggled alone and failed because they did not realize this simple truth?
Humans are originally creatures that live helping one another.
The head butler listened to Sushia¡¯s story and headed to the master bedroom.
And within thirty seconds, he had an answer.
¡°Look at the end of the oak rod. It¡¯s pointing in a certain direction.¡±?Sushia looked at where the rod pointed, just as the butler suggested. It was pointing at a bookshelf.
¡°Maybe it¡¯s a message to read and study until he returns?¡±
¡°I don¡¯t think that¡¯s the case.¡±
The butler approached the bookshelf.
The rod was precisely pointing at one book. The title was ¡°The Secret Lies to Your Right.¡±
Sushia looked to her right.
¡°There¡¯s nothing here...¡±
¡°It seems to mean you should push the bookshelf to the right.¡±
¡°Are you a genius, butler?¡±
¡°Your deduction was also sharp, miss.¡±
Sharp like a kitchen knife that¡¯s been left in the drawer for ten years.
¡°So, what will you do? Should I push the bookshelf for you?¡±
¡°I¡¯ll do it! I need to be useful too!¡±
Sushia energetically pushed the bookshelf to the right. Nothing happened.
The butler pushed the bookshelf to the right with force. As it moved, an empty wall was revealed.
¡°...There¡¯s nothing here?¡±
¡°If you look closely, there¡¯s a small hole.¡±
¡°Hmmm¨D¨D¡±
A small slot that looked like it could hold something. What could it mean? Detective Sushia realized after five minutes of intense thinking.
¡°Could it be that we need to insert the rod in here?¡±
¡°Impressive, miss.¡±
The butler pped. Sushia puffed up with pride.
¡°This is nothing!¡±
Then she inserted the rod into the slot in the wall.
It fit perfectly.
Rumble¨D¨D¨D
¡°Eek!¡±
Suddenly, the wall sank down. A spacerge enough for a person to enter opened up, revealing a staircase leading downwards.
It was a bit scary.
Sushia looked at the butler with doe-like eyes.
¡°I¡¯ll go ahead, follow me, miss.¡±
Every noble family has its secrets.
After about a hundred years, even if you don¡¯t want to hide things, various incidents ur that make it necessary.
Common themes include concealed illegitimate children, incestuous rtionships, and assassinations of rival families.
And such dark histories need to be recorded just in case they¡¯re neededter.
That way, if someone suddenlyes iming to be an illegitimate child asking for a tenth of the estate to go away quietly, you can confidently say, ¡®You¡¯re not in this shadow genealogy, you fraud,¡¯ and swiftly deal with them.
The perfect ce to gather such evidence is the basement.
However, if not properly maintained, basements be unusable due to humidity.
¨D¨DTherefore, if you need a magically dehumidified, artificially ventted perfect basement, please contact the ¡°Shinbiad Trading Company.¡±
For a limited time, we are offering a free premium care service guaranteed for a hundred years. Don¡¯t miss this opportunity!
- Shinbiad Trading Company Representative, First-ss Demon Retina.
***
¡°O-our family had a basement?¡±
Shocked, Sushia looked around the basement.
Sushia was also a duke¡¯s daughter. She had heard the rumors circting in noble society. Which familymissioned an assassination, which family kidnapped someone. Which family¡¯s dinner was the best ever.
But the Duke of Senestia¡¯s household had no such rumors. The reason they maintained neutrality between the nobles and the royal family was because the Senestia Duke¡¯s reputation was spotless.
And yet, there was a basement.
¡°...Did you know about this, butler?¡±
¡°No. The master kept this a secret even from me.¡±
The only constion was that the amount of stuff in the basement didn¡¯t seem overwhelming.
Sushia took one cautious step after another. Then she tripped over something. The butler shone a mana stonemp over it.
Therey a skeleton, bones exposed.
¡°AAAAAAHHHH!¡±?Sushia, who had resolved not to be surprised by anything she saw, found her resolve shattered in less than a minute.
¡°Calm down, miss.¡±
¡°Sniff, sob. Okay, I understand.¡±
¡°If you don¡¯t mind, may I check the records first? There might be something dangerous.¡±
¡°Yes, yes. Please do.¡±
The butler skimmed through the records in the basement. If he saw something he shouldn¡¯t have, he was prepared to take his own life.
[ On such-and-such day, a young man iming to be an illegitimate child appeared. Uponparing records, we found he was a fraud and sent him to thebor camp. Let him work there until he dies.
On such-and-such day, the young man who imed to be an illegitimate child has be the overseer in thebor camp. They say he¡¯s exceptionally good at his job. Did he have a talent for that ce?
On such-and-such day, he¡¯s now called the maestro of the pickaxe. Considering his merit in discovering magic ore, we decided to add him to the family register. He is now my adopted son.
On such-and-such day, Father. Thank you. (This part was written in different handwriting.) ]
The butler spoke.
¡°There doesn¡¯t seem to be any dangerous records that you were worried about, miss. It should be safe to look.¡±
¡°Really?¡±
Sushia picked up the old parchment the butler handed her.
However, the butler did not know. This parchment was enchanted to show different content depending on who read it.
[ Sushia¨D¨D If you are reading this, I am no longer here.
I am likely already dead or have disappeared.
I have no time or space for idle chatter, so I will get straight to the point.
You are not my daughter.
No, to be precise, I am not the Duke of Senestia.
I am a doppelg?nger who has taken on the appearance of the Duke of Senestia.
Sushia¡¯s face began to turn pale. ]
***
Sizzle.
The steak was cooking to a perfect brown, emitting a rich aroma. The man wiped the sweat from his forehead, waiting for the exact right moment.
¨D¨DThe moment to flip the steak.
Now.
The steak was flipped.
¡°Hey! The customer at table 3 is asking when their steak will be ready! Cook it enough and get it out fast!¡±
¡°It¡¯s not ready yet.¡±
¡°¡®Not ready yet¡¯?¡±
¡°Just a little longer. It¡¯s almost done.¡±
The owner¡¯s eyebrows rose.
The newly hired chef was excellent at cooking, but he had an unnecessary artisan spirit.
¡®Well, at least he came with no proper identity papers, so I can employ him for cheap.¡¯
In other words, he was an illegal immigrant.
And the fact that he was feeding, housing, and paying this illegal immigrant made him feel like such a good person. Surely, he would go to heaven when he died.
The store owner in the Allied Nations smiled contentedly.
¡®Sushia... by now you should be reading the letter.¡¯
The man grilling the steak, once known as the Duke of Senestia and the leader of the Spider, had aplicated expression.
It was pure luck that he noticed the Crown Prince¡¯s surveince and managed to escape, but he fled so hastily that he brought nothing with him.
Overnight, he had be a pauper.
He had even lost contact with his other legs.
¡®I will definitely make aeback! Wait for me, Empire!¡¯
¡°When will the steak be ready!¡±
¡°Yes, yes, it¡¯sing right up!¡±
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Chapter 77:
Chapter 77:
Chapter 77: Recruitment is the Most Important for the Party
Sushia¡¯s eyes widened as she read the parchment.
¡®You are not my daughter.¡¯
Her eyes, now asrge as peas, widened even more.
¡®I¡¯m a doppelg?nger, borrowing the appearance of the Duke of Senestia.¡¯
At this point, her eyes were as big as watermelons.
¡°Impossible...!¡±
Until recently, they had eaten together, talked together, and even bathed together (with the servants attending). The idea that the family wasn¡¯t real but a doppelg?nger was absurd¡ªeven in a y, it would be criticized.
Moreover, a doppelg?nger is a legendary monster that perfectly mimics a person.They were believed to be extinct.
Sushia continued to read the parchment.
¡®When I first saw you, you were a child.
You were being abused by the Duke.
Seeing the Duke beat a child for no reason, I made up my mind.
This child will be useful.
So, I took him away.¡¯
Sushia recalled the past.
Her father had been a very strict man when she was young. Not just strict, but harsh.
He would get angry over trivial things and resort to hitting.
Every night, she heard her mother sobbing in her room.
It was a deeply buried past.
Because one day, her father had changed as if he were ¡°a different person.¡±
He always smiled at her, treated the servants kindly, and her mother no longer cried.
Unless she made a serious mistake, her father would admonish her with words instead of punishment. Rarely, he would pick up a switch, but that was very rare.
¡®I hate the Empire.
The Empire is detestable, Sushia.
They do not tolerate those who are different from themselves.
As a doppelg?nger, I was captured by them long ago and experimented on for decades while still alive.
They may have forgotten, but I remember.
So, I sought revenge.
I gathered those in the same situation and formed an organization.
The background of the Duke of Senestia was very useful.
But now, it¡¯s no longer necessary.
You foolishly fell for the doppelg?nger¡¯s trick.
Hahahaha!
You¡¯d never know that the real Duke of Senestia is the skeleton lying on the floor.
Well, take that skeleton and try appealing to the Empire, crying that the real Duke was murdered.
Anyway, I¡¯m off. I¡¯ve already left for a ce beyond the Empire¡¯s reach, so you¡¯ll never find me again.
Live well, Sushia, and Cecilia.¡¯
Sushia¡¯s hands, holding the parchment, trembled.
¡®If my father was a doppelg?nger, then where is my mother?¡¯
She had no way of knowing.
There were only a few servants who testified that Lady Cecilia had hastily prepared and disappeared in the middle of the night.
****
¡°So that¡¯s what happened.¡±
After leaving the basement, Sushia called for Ascal and Yulia, the people she trusted the most.
Yulia read the parchment after dispelling its magic, and Ascal examined the basement. ording to his hunch, there was still a hidden space in the basement.
Ascal pressed a random spot, and suddenly, the wall sank into the floor.
And within the hidden space was another hidden space.
Documents for the house,nd deeds, seals, ledgers, jewels, and insignias.
It was a treasure trove.
The core assets of the Duke¡¯s household were stored here.
¡°Lia, can we verify the identity with this skull?¡±
¡°Yes, it will cost quite a bit, but it¡¯s possible with restoration magic. There are also other alternative methods.¡±
¡°Then it should be easy to prove that the real Duke of Senestia was murdered.¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
The skull was in pristine condition.
There were no signs of misaligned bones.
¡°There¡¯s no need to send Sushia to a convent or marry her off to another noble.¡±
¡°Indeed.¡±
¡°What happens to the Duke¡¯s position now?¡±
¡°Unless Miss Sushia marries, ording to Imperialw, she bes the next Duke of Senestia.¡±
Ascal patted Sushia¡¯s shoulder.
¡°Congrattions, Sushia. You¡¯ve been promoted from the Duke¡¯s daughter to the Duke herself.¡±
¡°What? What? ...What do you mean?¡±
¡°Truly, congrattions.¡±
Yulia also smiled warmly, genuinely pleased.
Still in a state of confusion, Sushia only looked bewildered.
¡°Damn doppelg?nger! Just wait until I get my hands on you! I¡¯ll tear you apart!¡±
¡°It¡¯s truly unfortunate. To think that the Duke of Senestia lost his life to that vicious doppelg?nger¡¡±
Behind them, Ascal whispered quietly to Yulia.
-This was intentional, wasn¡¯t it?
-Yes, the Duke, or rather the doppelg?nger, left plenty of evidence behind. Almost too easy to prove.
-Take good care of Sushia.
There are many old stories about doppelg?ngers turning into people and pretending to be them.
But to think it would actually happen.
¡®Tsk¡¡¯
A doppelg?nger.
What now?
Ascal swallowed his saliva.
****
Ascal had an audience with the Emperor for the first time in a long while.
The Emperor, like a loyal dog seeing its master for the first time in nearly a year, ran up to Ascal.
¡°How long has it been¡ª! Count Erindale! It¡¯s so good to see you. You should visit more often. Do you know how lonely this old man has beentely?¡±
¡°I apologize, Your Majesty. Are you still enjoying your crystal tea?¡±
¡°Of course. Without crystal tea in the morning, I don¡¯t feel alive.¡±
After listening to the Emperor¡¯s lengthyints, Ascal brought up the main topic.
The matter of the doppelg?nger.
¡°What, that can¡¯t be. The doppelg?nger that escaped back then did that? It¡¯s karma. Karma, I tell you.¡±
¡°...¡±
¡°Sushia must be heartbroken.¡±
¡°Yes. Losing her parents so suddenly... Ha.¡±
The aging Emperor had be quite emotional.
¡°What will happen to the Duke¡¯s position?¡±
¡°Well, there¡¯s nothing wrong with Miss Sushia inheriting it, but managing the Duke¡¯s household alone would be difficult, wouldn¡¯t it? A suitable man¡¡±
¡°While it¡¯s an honor, I must humbly decline as I am not fit for such a role.¡±
Sensing danger, Ascal preemptively declined.
The Emperor tilted his head, puzzled.
¡°What do you mean? You, of course, should¡ªcough¡ªform an alliance with our royal family, shouldn¡¯t you?¡±
¡°...Pardon?¡±
¡°Do you prefer dark hair or blond?¡±
¡°...Pardon?¡±
¡°Haha, we¡¯re both men here. Be honest. Or do my daughters not appeal to you?¡±?Ascal began to sweat. It felt like he had escaped a fox only to encounter a dragon.
No matter how subtly he tried to change the topic, the Emperor seemed very sincere.
Every gentle attempt to steer the conversation away was met with another proposal for marriage.
In the end, Ascal decided to take drastic action.
¡°I love my work! Your Majesty! I want to be your Prime Minister!¡±
Prime Minister.
In his dreams, Ascal had be the Prime Minister, only to be driven to the brink of insanity by the overwhelming workload.
The trauma from that dream had kept him away from the pce for a while. Just hearing the word ¡°Prime Minister¡± made him feel queasy.
But it seemed better to work himself to the bone for a year and retire with the Emperor than to suffer as part of the royal family forever¡ª
¡°That¡¯s impossible.¡±
¡°Pardon?¡±
¡°The Crown Prince came to me recently and insisted that if Ascal ever asked to be Prime Minister, I must refuse. Otherwise, he threatened to confiscate my pudding in old age.¡±
Confiscating his pudding? The Emperor, stripped of his power, seemed pitiful.
The formidable Crown Prince had already blocked all escape routes.
It was as if Ascal could hear the Crown Prince¡¯s voice whispering in his ear.
¡°Oh, a clever move. But I already anticipated it.¡±
It felt like ying chess for retirement.
¡°But I still have many hidden moves. Crown Prince, you won¡¯t stop me.¡±
Ascal¡¯s determination burned bright.
****
Somehow, Ascal managed to avoid the topic of marriage, and Sushia¡¯s situation was settled like this:
Until then, the royal family promised to actively support the Senestia household.
Thus, Sushia¡¯s new titles were as follows:
Almost a Saintess Sushia.
Soon-to-be Duke Sushia.
One-bite Reviewer Sushia.
¡°In that case, you get a promotion. You¡¯re now a 7th-rank official.¡±
¡°What, how is that possible?¡±
¡°It¡¯s my decision. Oh, and Lia, there¡¯s a ce we need to visit. Let¡¯s go out.¡±
¡°I¡¯ll prepare right away.¡±
Lia stood up.
Before retiring, Ascal was preparing for onest dragon raid.
He nned not to announce it publicly to avoid causing chaos until everything was ready.
The first new member to recruit was Sirius.
Leader of the anti-Empire army, a strategic genius, future Swordmaster, and eventually called a hero¡ªa top-tier talent.
¡°Someone with that kind of talent should be the one putting in the effort.¡±
Honestly, he no longer considered calling himself an ordinary person.?It felt like he had already crossed a point of no return.
True to his position as the head of the Evaluation Department, Ascal decided to amend his evaluation appropriately.
Ascal rummaged through his documents.
These were papers summarizing his subjective evaluations.
Old!
New!
A generous two-rank promotion.
For reference, those positioned at Rank S were Yulia and Sirius. Recently, even the Crown Prince was on the verge of being promoted.
They were crucial figures in the dragon raid.
Losing even one of them would be problematic.
Unless some unbelievable new member appeared out of nowhere.
With that thought, Ascal headed to the Haven Orphanage, now known as the Haven Training Center.
And...
Some timeter¡
¡°Oh, Master! Great Master! Don¡¯t leave us!¡±
As soon as Ascal saw the students collectively stomping their boots on top of the desks, he felt dizzy.
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Chapter 78:
Chapter 78:
Chapter 78: Seeds Sown
It had been a while since he walked this path.
Ascal made his way to the Haven Training Facility, reminiscing about the past.
The first time he bought a sandwich from Eileen, the saintess of the original work. The times he sponsored the orphanage in preparation for the future. The support was so overwhelming that Eileen¡
Up to this point.
¡°Director Eileen has embarked on a long journey.¡±
¡°¡You mean she¡¯s dead?¡±
¡°No. She has left on a pilgrimage to reflect on her past actions. She mentioned she would be serving the poor in a distant region.¡±
¡°Be careful with statements that could be misleading.¡±Upon arriving at the Haven Training Facility, Ascal immediately had an audience with Sirius.
Since he was visiting officially as the ¡®Minister of Evaluation¡¯, the gates of the facility opened with a high pass.
¡°By the way, how is the facility? Is it running well?¡±
Ascal felt a pang of guilt.
After those events, he was so shocked that he cut off his support. If the Haven Training Facility had fallen into poverty because of that, his conscience would ache a bit.
¡°Yes. Take a look at this.¡±
Sirius pointed to a certificate hanging on the wall with his finger.
Award for Outstanding Academy of the Year ¨C Haven Academy
Ascal nearly spat out his tea.
That spam mail even had its ws here?
¡°The facility has been recognized as an academy now. Thanks to that, we receive support from the Empire.¡±
¡°That¡¯s fortunate.¡±
¡°There are many talents here. Would you like to take a light tour?¡±
¡°Hm.¡±
In ce of Eileen, Sirius had taken on the role of acting principal of the academy.
Despite his young age, he was highly respected and talented, and above all, he was a true blood of Haven¡ªan orphan¡ªwhich made it possible.
Ascal adopted the minister¡¯s signature pose, walking around with his hands behind his back, observing the academy students.
Somehow, the faces seemed familiar.
They were the faces he had seen in his dreams.
They were younger and still had baby fat, but they were undoubtedly the future core members of the anti-Empire forces.
¡°Haah¡ª!¡±
The young man fiercely thrusting a spear over there was Bandy, who would be the vanguard leader.
He was remembered for his unfortunate demise, charging at an ancient dragon without fear, only to die from a single breath attack.
¡°That young man is Bandy. He is very skilled with the spear.¡±
¡°It seems so.¡±
¡°10 gold coins. Would you like to buy him?¡±
¡°¡?¡±
¡°Just kidding.¡±
The next ce Sirius guided them to was the magic training ground.
¡°The next one I¡¯ll introduce is a child named Crina, who is very adept at magic. She received a scout offer from the Mage Tower but chose to stay here, amendable kid.¡±
A glint appeared in Ascal¡¯s eyes.
Crina, he had seen her when he visited the orphanage before.
The future archmage and deputy leader of the anti-Empire mage guerri unit.
She had mentioned wanting to be a musician.
¡°She originally wanted to be a musician and joined an ensemble, but she was returned after a month forck of talent.¡±
¡°Such a sad past¡¡±
¡°Hey! Who¡¯s digging into someone¡¯s painful past, Sirius? And who is this uncle¡?¡±?The girl with crimson hair, Crina, locked eyes with Ascal. Immediately, her eyes welled up with tears.
Then, she approached, grabbing Ascal¡¯s arm and not letting go.
¡°You¡¯re back, uncle...? We¡¯re sorry. We must have done something wrong, right? I¡¯ll be a good kid now. Please, don¡¯t leave.¡±
She held his arm tightly with both hands, hugging it close to her chest, making it nearly impossible for him to escape.
¡°W-Wait. What happened while I was gone? Sirius, please exin.¡±
Ascal looked to Sirius with pleading eyes.
However.
Sirius had a peculiar smile on his face.
Sirius nced at a framed picture hanging on the wall. Ascal¡¯s eyes followed.
¡°Uncle Carl¡±
When he had visited the orphanage before, the children had drawn pictures praising the mysterious benefactor, Uncle Carl.
Of course, since they didn¡¯t know his identity, the pictures varied widely. It was a tradition for each child to draw their imagined version of Uncle Carl¨D¨D
¡°That¡¯s me?¡±
The picture was undeniably of Ascal.
It wasn¡¯t an imagined figure, but a precise depiction of Ascal himself.
He thought only Sirius knew his true identity.
But even that wasn¡¯t a certainty.
¡®What on earth happened¡¡¯
Sirius slowly approached.
¡°Uncle Carl. You were our hope and guiding light. All the children at the orphanage adored you. We drew strength from the support letters you sent.¡±
Ascal broke out in a cold sweat.
Although he had sent the donations, the apanying letters were written by Lia.
This is a misunderstanding.
¡°If Eileen was our mother, you were our father. But one day, the support stopped.¡±
¡°The despair we felt was like being abandoned by our parents, perhaps even worse.¡±
¡°Was it because we werezy? Because we were picky eaters? Because we overslept? Each of us reflected on our own wrongdoings.¡±
Regret filed the room.
And then.
One by one, boys and girls started to enter the magic training ground.
That one is Stephan.
That one is Rusanna.
And that one¡
They were all original members of the orphanage, the core members of the anti-Empire forces.
Crina spoke up.
¡°I didn¡¯t eat bread for a whole week, hehe. I cried every day in the corner until there were no more tears left. You know how there¡¯s a limit to how many tears you can produce in a day? I surpassed that. Isn¡¯t it funny?¡±
Destion.?Crina gave Ascal a meaningful smile.
¡°After that, we all agreed to find out Uncle Carl¡¯s identity. There was a chance he wasn¡¯t disappointed in us but had unavoidable circumstances, right?¡±
¡°Sirius never told us, even if it killed him.¡±
¡°We tracked the letters, analyzed the gifts, ah, it was so hard because they were washed so many times.¡±
¡®As expected of Lia. Even in such circumstances, you were still working hard¡¡¯
¡°But we finally found out. Uncle Carl was an even more amazing person than we thought. A minister of the Empire, a nobleman, someone everyone in the Empire knew by name.¡±
¡°But what¡¯s the big deal? To us, Uncle Carl is just Uncle Carl.¡±
The children, now teenagers, slowly approached Ascal.
¡°We believed you would return one day. That you hadn¡¯t abandoned us.¡±
¡°Now, stay with us forever...¡±
¡°My dear Uncle Carl...¡±
Now it was obsession.
¡°L-Lia, I¡¯m here! Save me¡ª Mmmp!¡±
But his cries did not reach.
Even with the experience of a Sword Master, Ascal could not withstand the group of future anti-Empire core members piling on him.
It felt like being attacked by tenrge Golden Retrievers.
They rubbed their cheeks against him, hugged him, causing amotion.
Amidst the chaos, Ascal¡¯s hand reached out from the crowd, as if pleading for help.
Sirius turned away.
Eventually, the series of regret, destion, and obsession that had been growing without Ascal¡¯s knowledge was temporarily put on hold after a dramatic negotiation.
1. Ascal would resume his support for the academy¡ªamount didn¡¯t matter, but he had to include a handwritten support letter.
2. He would visit the academy at least once every three months¡ªit was originally supposed to be once a month, but it was adjusted after tough negotiations.
3. He would teach the students as an instructor for a week¡ªthe sry was ridiculous, so Ascal barely managed to negotiate it down to minimum wage.
¡°Kids. Could you step aside a little?¡±
¡°No. You¡¯re going to run away again, aren¡¯t you?¡±
¡°This is the best spot.¡±
Even while stamping the agreement, the human Golden Retrievers clung to his arms and legs.
It felt like being a person holding delicious treats in a dog caf¨¦.
¡°Karma, isn¡¯t it?¡±
Lia gave a simple review.
While Ascal was held captive, Lia was taking care of other tasks.
¡°You¡¯re an aplice too. How on earth did you write those letters...¡±
¡°By the way, didn¡¯t youe here for a purpose? Lord Ascal.¡±
Lia changed the subject.
?****
¡°In a few years, an ancient dragon will appear and ravage the Empire? There¡¯s no evidence, though.¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°So you¡¯re gathering capable individuals to preemptively strike the dragon? Again, no evidence.¡±
¡°That¡¯s right.¡±
¡°In any case, you want me to join the dragon subjugation because you think I have exceptional talent? No evidence, but yes.¡±
¡°Exactly.¡±
Sirius nodded.
¡°Very well.¡±
¡°Aren¡¯t you epting this too readily?¡±
Sirius smiled.
¡°To believe someone¡¯s words, several factors are necessary. Whether the words are credible, whether there is supporting evidence, and most importantly, ¡®who¡¯ said them.¡±
In case they didn¡¯t believe him, Ascal had prepared a mesmerizing illusion show to convince them, only to find it unnecessary.
¡°Then, I¡¯ll be waiting, Uncle Carl.¡±
Sirius bowed deeply.
Ascal felt an odd sense of responsibility.
He shook his head slightly.
¡®Just catch the ancient dragon and retire. Absolutely.¡¯
****
¡°Come on, try to catch it!¡±
¡°Ugh, I can¡¯t catch the ice cream.¡±
¡°Haha. Here it is.¡±
A man performed tricks with the ice cream before handing it to the customer. The onlookers, impressed, began to line up.
¡®Even a mouse hole gets sunlight sometimes.¡¯
He had saved money from working part-time at a steakhouse to open a small ice cream stand.
Capitalizing on theck of such shops in the area, his business unexpectedly boomed.
¡®At this rate, aeback might not be impossible...¡¯
Sometimes, the man would look into the distance.
He had left too much behind.
¡°I miss them.¡±
He was surprised at his own words.
They hade out unconsciously.
As the weather grew dim and the sun began to set, the man started to close up shop.
Then, he saw a notice on the ground.
¡°Looking for the Prince of the Night. If you have seen him or if you are him, please report to the authorities. Generous rewards will be given.¡±
¡°¡Prince of the Night? What a pretentious name.¡±
¡°Oh. Are you interested in that too?¡±
A regr customer, eating ice cream, spoke up.
¡°But you should be careful. Many people im to be the Prince of the Night, and countless have returned from the authorities beaten. Hanson next door couldn¡¯t walk for a week.¡±
¡°Foolish people. Haha. Do you think they would impersonate someone so recklessly?¡±
¡°True. Well, the Prince of the Night is a sensation in the allied nations these days. Sometimes, people get so obsessed that they start believing they are him. Hahaha.¡±
¡°Hahahaha!¡±
As the regr customer left, the man¡¯s expression turned serious.
He crumpled the notice and tossed it aside carelessly. His journey was far from over.
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Chapter 79:
Chapter 79:
Chapter 79: It¡¯s the Sea
Ascal had been experiencing the busiest days since his appointment as the Minister.
There were two reasons for this.
The first was because the Crown Prince had been sending Ascal far more tasks than usual.
Given their importance¡ªranked at level 2 or higher and significant enough to affect the nation¡ªthese tasks couldn¡¯t be handled carelessly.
¡°This isn¡¯t under our department¡¯s jurisdiction, is it?¡±
¡°Think of it as practice for when you be Prime Minister.¡±
It was clear that he was being groomed for the next Prime Minister position.
If it weren¡¯t for his previous life¡¯s experiences and Lia¡¯s support, Ascal might have already taken a vigorous leap out of the window.The second reason was the preparation for the ancient dragon raid.
In game terms, Ascal was the raid leader. He had to recruit members, devise strategies, organize and deploy personnel, and coordinate everything.
Ascal resumed his habit of smoking the pipe he had once quit.
One puff, and his mind cleared.
¡°Ah, now this feels like living.¡±
¡°Pipes are bad for your health, Lord Ascal.¡±
Lia waved her hand and opened the window.
A cold breeze entered.
¡°Look at this, Lia. Isn¡¯t it cool?¡±
Ascal made an ¡®O¡¯ with his lips and exhaled smoke.
Smoke rings floated in the air.
Then he followed up with four more rings.
He had once impressed a superior with this trick.
¡®Those were the days.¡¯
Lia frowned.
¡°It¡¯s not cool at all. Please refrain from smoking indoors.¡±
Lia¡¯s tone was stern.
Ascal felt a yful urge.
¡°This is a skill I don¡¯t show to just anyone.¡±
He took a deep drag, then exhaled through his nose and mouth simultaneously, like a steam engine.
¡°What do you think? This is my ultimate technique¡ªSmoke Breath.¡±
¡°Ascal.¡±
Sensing something unusual, Ascal turned his head.
¡Lia¡¯s headband hade undone.
Her tinum blonde hair fluttered in the wind.
¡°I told you to stop, didn¡¯t I?¡±
¡°I am reflecting on my actions.¡±
In the end, Ascal¡¯s pipe was confiscated.
He finally understood the Emperor¡¯s feelings when his pudding was almost taken away.
¡°If you¡¯re feeling stressed, taking a field trip might be a good option. Here is a list of tasks that might interest you, Lord Ascal.¡±
Lia spoke like an NPC marking a map.
Ascal looked at the documents Lia brought.
Maybe it was due to the stress, but strangely, the contents of the documents started to trante themselves into game terms¡
¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D
One of the Empire¡¯s famous regions, the Emerald Coast, is facing a significant change.
It is about to be a tourist attraction. The sea is beautiful, and the surroundings are romantic.
However, there is a minor issue.
The brine tribe that illegally upied this area has raised an objection.
They im that they cannot allow their home, the Emerald Coast, to be defiled. They insist that the coast should remain as it is. What a terrible and dreadful thought!
Despite offering them argepensation, they remained stubborn.
But then the leader of the brine tribe suddenly said,
¡°If it were the wise and benevolent Ascal Erindale, he would resolve this dispute wisely.¡±
In other words, if the Minister of Evaluation decides that they must leave, they willply.
Please, Minister.
Just as you created a hot spring resort for the Empire, help us create another beautiful tourist attraction.
¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D
A. Side with the Coastal Development Union.
Reward: A massive bribe, increased favor with the development union.
B. Side with the Brine Tribe.
Reward: ?
C. ?
¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D
¡°This isn¡¯t strictly our department¡¯s work, is it?¡±
¡°¡¡You¡¯re saying that now?¡±
Ascal agreed.
Recently, the Empire¡¯s situation had improved, leading tocency.
Except for a few departments, most were still not functioning properly.
Tasks that belonged to one department would often be handed off to another, and vice versa¡ªthis was amon urrence in the imperial administration.
As a result, Ascal asionally heard the Crown Prince mutter, ¡°If I be Emperor, the first thing I¡¯ll do is reform the departments,¡± when he visited the Evaluation Department.
¡°It¡¯s a good opportunity to go to the sea and get some fresh air.¡±
¡°But isn¡¯t this still work? Resolving conflicts will take a lot of effort.¡±
¡°Conflict? What conflict?¡±
¡°¡¡?¡±
Lia spoke as if she was puzzled.
¡°It¡¯smon for natives to illegally upynd. Just go and forcibly remove them.¡±
Ah, that¡¯s right.
Ascal nodded.
Sometimes he forgot that this ce was akin to a pseudo-medieval era.
And that she had the qualities of a tyrant.
?****
¡°We¡¯re going to the sea? I want to go too!¡±
¡°Sushia, this is work. It¡¯s not a vacation.¡±
¡°The temporary Duchess of Senestia will apany the Minister of Evaluation as an advisor. Consider it an honor!¡±
¡°¡¡Do as you please.¡±
Sushia joined the party.
¡°Excuse me, Minister.¡±
¡°Aren¡¯t you Arin, the head of the second division? What¡¯s the matter?¡±
¡°I¡¯d like to join this task as well¡¡¡±
Arin fidgeted with her fingers.
¡°I really enjoy and am happy working in the Evaluation Department, but I feel like I¡¯m not being much help¡¡ I want to be of assistance this time.¡±
Howmendable.
Thoughmendable, he wanted to dissuade her.
In Ascal¡¯s view, Arin was diligent butckedpetence. She was the type that proudly topped the list of worst supervisors.
¡°Wow, Arin ising to the sea too? Let¡¯s go shopping together for clothes to wear at the beach! I heard the new arrivals are amazing!¡±
While Ascal was contemting, Sushia approached and linked arms with Arin.
¡°Can I join in the shopping too?¡±
Even Lia, whom he trusted, ended up joining the women¡¯s gathering.
Ascal gave up.
In the end, he had to admit that this task was essentially a ¡°We¡¯re going to the sea!!¡± disguised as work.
?****
¡°We finally lured him into the trap.¡±
The chief of the brine tribe, the Singer of the Waves, smiled darkly.
How many attempts had they made until now?
-This matter is not under the jurisdiction of the Evaluation Department. Please contact another department.
-The Minister is currently unavable. Please get in touch another time.
-The signature section is damaged. Please resubmit the document with proper formatting.
-You have been registered as a maliciousinant and cklisted.
Every time the petition was returned, the Singer of the Waves felt like he aged ten years.
Why was the procedure soplicated?
It wasn¡¯t like this when he was younger; these days, things werepletely messed up.
In the end, the Singer of the Waves adopted a different approach instead of sending the petition himself.
He decided to leverage the strength of the youth.
¡°You did well, Veld. To seed on the first try... I¡¯m envious of your youth.¡±
¡°Release me now as you promised.¡±
The representative of the Coastal Development Union, Veld, red at the Singer of the Waves, his hands and feet bound.
¡°Of course, as promised.¡±
The Singer of the Waves smiled slyly.
He slowly approached Veld. The sharp dagger gleamed in the light.
Veld¡¯s eyes widened.
Swish!
¡°There, you¡¯re free.¡±
¡°......¡±
Veld stood up. There was nothing wrong with his body.
¡°What, did you think I wouldn¡¯t keep my promise? Unlike you merchants, we always keep our word.¡±
¡°I see.¡±
¡°However, you¡¯ll be under surveince for a while. Once the job is done, you¡¯ll be released from here.¡±
The tribesmen took Veld away.
The Singer of the Waves stared into the empty space, left alone.
¡°Leader... where have you gone, abandoning us?¡±
He was one of the legs of the spider.
?****
Do you know what the best tourist attraction is?
A ce with lots of sights and great natural scenery?
No.
A ce with a rich history and many things to learn?
No.
The correct answer is a ce with no people.
?****
¡°It¡¯s the sea¨D¨D¨D!¡±
As soon as Sushia got off the carriage, she shouted.
A crab scuttling across the sand was startled and ran away.
Sushia changed into sandals and walked along the beach.
The soft, golden sand tickled between her toes.
¡°Everyone, look at that! The clear waves! The cute seashells! Coming to the sea was the right choice!¡±
¡°I told you, we¡¯re not here to y.¡±
Ascal got off the carriage.
He was wearing a white shirt,fortable pants for easy movement, and a straw hat to shield him from the sun.
It was the perfect outfit for activity.
¡°It¡¯s been a long time since I¡¯ve seen the sea.¡±
Lia, who had followed him out, was wearing a light white dress and sandals. Behind her was Arin, who looked somewhat awkward.
¡°Should we start grilling the meat first? Or maybe y ball? Or build a sandcastle?¡±
Sushia chattered excitedly.
Ascal, on the other hand, was watching a different direction.
¡®This was supposed to be the meeting ce¡¡¯
He focused on the spot where arge rock was visible.
It was the ce where he was supposed to meet the representative of the development union.
A bit of time passed.
Someone was approaching, but it wasn¡¯t the representative.
¡°Oh, finally, you¡¯ve arrived. Honored guests.¡±
¡°And you are¡?¡±
An elderly native with a wrinkled face and a strange feather decoration in his hair greeted Ascal.
¡°I am the chief of the brine tribe, the Singer of the Waves. We have been waiting for you.¡±
A tribesman behind the chief brought forward a wooden tray and offered it.
¡°This is water blessed by our tribe. Please ept it as a gesture of wee.¡±
The liquid in the wooden cup looked suspicious, to say the least.
¡®I don¡¯t think we should drink this¡¡¯
¡°Thank you, we¡¯ll drink it dly!¡±
At that moment, Arin came running.
However, her running form looked wobbly, as if she might fall at any moment. It was because she was wearing high heels.
¡°Eek!¡±
Arin tripped and spilled the tray.
The liquid sshed onto the sandy ground and was quickly absorbed.
¡°I-I¡¯m so sorry! I¡¯ll eat the sand to make up for it!¡±
¡°Calm down, Arin.¡±
Ascal stopped Arin from licking the sand.
¡°Oh dear, our tribesmen put a lot of effort into making this, but it¡¯s a pity... It can¡¯t be helped.¡±
The Singer of the Waves spoke as if he was genuinely disappointed.
?****
The man had be ustomed to business.
He started with grilling steaks, then opened a small ice cream stand. With the money he earned, heunched a new venture.
¡°Enjoy fresh fruit coated with honey at an affordable price!¡±
The man smiled.
Combining sweet with sweet created an unbeatablebination.
It was so simple, he couldn¡¯t believe he hadn¡¯t thought of it sooner.
The business was a huge hit.
Fruit coated with honey became wildly popr across the union, appealing to people of all ages and backgrounds.
Thanks to this sess, the man was able to quickly open a store under his own name. Despite being extorted by the merchant union and having to bribe officials significantly, the financial drain was considerable.
¡°Wee! This is the original honey fruit shop. What are you looking for? Grapes, strawberries, apples?¡±
¡°I¡¯m looking for a man.¡±
¡°Excuse me?¡±
The man squinted. asionally, there were troublesome customers like this.
¡°If you¡¯re not going to buy anything¡¡±
¡°The man I¡¯m looking for had ambition. He endured countless times more suffering than others but never gave up.¡±
¡°¡You?¡±
The customer removed his mask.
A face scarred by burns was revealed.
¡°The Tracker.¡±
¡°Is the man standing before me the one I was searching for? Or just a coward who ran away?¡±
¡°I am¡¡±
The man, the leader of the Spider, bit his lip, then smiled confidently.
¡°I am Doppelganger, the leader of the Spider. Tracker, you¡¯ve finally found me. I¡¯ve been waiting.¡±
¡°Leader.¡±
The Tracker¡¯s expression becameplex. Then he knelt down.
¡°My loyalty belongs to you alone. No matter what happens.¡±
And the next day.
The honey fruit shop had an additional employee diligently peeling fruit.
He always wore a mask, sparking curiosity among many customers about his face.
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Chapter 80: I Am In Love
In the meantime, some trivial things had happened.
Sushia built a gigantic sandcastle.
Especially, the grilledmb tasted delicious.
One of the spider¡¯s legs, the Singer of the Waves, tried to assassinate Ascal.
Such were the trivial stories.
¡°I, the Singer of the Waves, acknowledge defeat.¡±
The Singer of the Waves dropped to their knees.
¡°I used every means avable, but I couldn¡¯t assassinate you. You are beyond my capabilities. The hidden dragon of the Empire. It was as if you foresaw all my moves and evaded them. I even felt a sense of inferiority.¡±
Ascal silently looked down at the Singer of the Waves.There was no other choice.
He couldn¡¯t understand why they were acting this way all of a sudden.
¡°Our tribe is a nomadic people from southern Getar. But when the Empire upied Getar, we lost our homnd. So we always harbored resentment toward the Empire.¡±
The Singer of the Waves grabbed Ascal¡¯s arm with a wrinkled hand.
¡°Please, end it with me. Have mercy on our tribe¡¡±
¡°I don¡¯t understand. Did your people do something?¡±
There was neither anger nor contempt in Ascal¡¯s eyes.
The Singer of the Waves spent a long time trying to interpret those eyes. And finally, they understood the meaning behind Ascal¡¯s words.
¨DI will consider your attempt to assassinate me as nothing.
The overwhelming difference in their magnitudes.
The Singer of the Waves trembled.
¡°So, can we stay as we are?¡±
The Singer of the Waves asked with a worried expression.
The fate of the tribe depended on Ascal¡¯s word.
¡°I don¡¯t understand what you mean. Weren¡¯t you always like this from the beginning?¡±
¡°...!¡±
¨DFrom the very start, you were citizens of our Empire.
The Singer of the Waves¡¯s tears fell.
For a long time, they belonged nowhere, shunned by all, and now they were finally recognized.
Within the vast embrace of the Empire.
¡°Thank you, thank you¡!¡±
The Singer of the Waves repeatedly bowed.
Ascal only looked at the Singer of the Waves with a puzzled expression¡
??****
?
One More Thing.
Suddenly, Veld, the representative of the Coastal Development Union, who had been absent for a while, appeared and said to Ascal,
¡°I have been watching this and I am deeply moved. Seeing your boundless generosity, Count, made me realize that I have been nothing but a merchant chasing after money.¡±
What¡¯s with this guy now?
¡°But from now on, I intend to live as a merchant who benefits people.¡±
Now he skipped all the build-up and went straight to the climax.
Ascal, giving up, replied,
¡°That¡¯s a good thing. So?¡±
¡°I heard that your territory has been experiencing a shortage of supplies recently. I believe our merchant group can solve that problem.¡±
As Ascal nodded indifferently, Veld smiled and said to the merchants,
¡°Guys! Let¡¯s go! To the Erindale territory!¡±
The merchants, loading their goods onto the wagons, departed immediately.
This was the moment when Veld,ter known as the great merchant of the continent, took his first small step.
.
.
.
¡°But you need to exin what exactly happened¡¡±
Sometimes, many things happen in unknown ces.
¨DQuest Complete!
Route C. Complete reconciliation of two forces
Reward: The Saltwater Tribe pledges loyalty to you.
Reward 2: A merchant group is added to the Erindale territory.
Current development level of Erindale: Lv.3
By the sea, Lia, who was waiting for Ascal, was talking to someone.
- I dere, if you don¡¯t seize this opportunity, you are the world¡¯s biggest fool.
¡°I understand.¡±
Recently, Lia had be somewhat familiar with the other voice in her head.
They shared amon goal.
To win over Ascal.
¡°But you, for all your smooth talk, do you have any experience in romance?¡±
-...
There was no response.
Lia had identified a pattern in the other voice.
When it was at a disadvantage, it went silent.
****
Lia¡¯s heart was pounding.
This was the first time she had felt this way since the Night of the Holy Festival.
When she confessed to him that she was a princess, wondering if he would despise her¡ª
This time was the same.
What if he rejected her confession?
Her stomach churned.
-Lock him up. When a man and a woman are forced to stay together, affection naturally develops whether they like it or not.
¡°Stop making strange remarks¡¡±
?
Lia stopped speaking.
Someone was walking along the sandy beach.
It was Ascal.
¡°The wind is a bit chilly. Lia.¡±
Ascal took off his outer coat and naturally handed it to Lia. This casual gesture felt more infuriating to Lia than anything else.
¡°Sushia and Arin yed until they fell asleep. Why did you call me here?¡±
-Because she likes you, of course.
¡°Well, Ascal, many things have happened recently, haven¡¯t they?¡±
¡°Indeed. It¡¯s been quite eventful.¡±
Lia squatted down and started ying with the sand with her fingers.
¡°Do you still n on leaving the Empire, Ascal?¡±
-Ascal nearly worked himself to death in his past life. He wouldn¡¯t want to go through that again.
¡°Yes.¡±
Lia stared silently at the sandy ground. Ascal thought this was the perfect moment to bring up the topic.
¡°A terrible disaster will soon strike the Empire. A dragon will awaken. If left unchecked, many people will die. Will you help us, Lia?¡±
Sirius was already on board. Now it was Lia¡¯s turn.
-Oh, the dragon. Right, I almost forgot about that.
¡°Yes. I will join you.¡±
¡°That¡¯s reassuring.¡±
The conversation halted. Both of them didn¡¯t know what to say next. The effects of the wine they had earlier made them ask questions they wouldn¡¯t normally ask.
¡°Crown Prince Kain will be the next emperor, right? Do you mind?¡±
¡°It sounds like you¡¯re suggesting I could be emperor.¡±
She actually became the emperor, but Ascal swallowed those words.
¡°A lot has changed.¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°The once bleak Empire is now thriving as if nothing had ever happened. It doesn¡¯t seem like it¡¯s going to fall apart. People look happy.¡±
Ascal sat on the sandy beach. Next to him sat Lia.
-This is your chance. Hold his hand.
Lia tentatively ced her hand on the back of Ascal¡¯s hand. He didn¡¯t pull away.
-I said hold it, not just ce it on top.
¡°Sometimes I think, maybe there¡¯s no need to run away? Maybe things are okay just as they are.¡±
Liaughed. So he felt it too. There had indeed been many opportunities for Ascal to truly escape if he wanted to.
¡°Ascal, sometimes you can be quite naive.¡±
¡°That¡¯s why you¡¯re my aide, isn¡¯t it?¡±
¡°Yes. I am always on your side.¡±
Without Lia, he would have given up and hidden away somewhere long ago.
¡°That¡¯s why we need to have a solid escape n. Did you know the emperor¡¯s hounds are still watching us?¡±
?
Ascal looked around.
At that moment, someone appeared from behind a rock.
¡°...Father.¡±
It was Arthur.
¡°The Empire needs you, my son. You are destined to serve the Empire forever.¡±
¡°What has the Empire done to turn my once strong father into such a loyal dog of the Empire...!¡±
¡°My sry has increased again. I also received a generous travel allowance. The capital is quite a good ce to spend money.¡±
The father bing the final obstacle for his son¡¯s path was amon story.
¡°Lucia also wants you to be the Prime minister of the Empire. You are the pride of our family. Son, I am proud of you.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t act all warm and fuzzy now, Father,¡± Ascal said.
¡°I have a proposition. If I defeat you here, you will step aside peacefully today.¡±
¡°It¡¯s been a long time since we¡¯ve dueled. But can you, who have been buried in books, defeat me?¡±
Arthur didn¡¯t know.
Ascal¡¯s swordsmanship had improved dramatically.
¡°Come, my son.¡±
¡°Prepare, Lia! We¡¯re attacking together!¡±
¡°?¡±
Ascal scratched his head and said.
¡°I never said it would be a one-on-one fight.¡±
****
In the end, the two of them defeated Arthur and sent him back home.
Dawn was breaking.
Dolphins were leaping over the sea.
¡°Let¡¯s finish our earlier conversation. What about the escape n?¡±
Lia wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled.
¡°Take me as a hostage.¡±
It was a n she had thought about for a long time.
¡°After everything is done, let¡¯s flee to the west together. I know a ce where no one will find us.¡±
¡°That¡¯s an intriguing idea.¡±
Ascal considered it positively.
Lia was the imperial princess, Yulia Barba.
She had high value as a hostage.
¡°And one more thing.¡±
Lia took a deep breath and spoke clearly, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
¡°I love you, Ascal.¡±
?
??****
¨DI love you, Ascal.
At dawn, Sushia went outside, drawn by the noise, and witnessed an unexpected scene.
It was the prime moment for a young girl.
She was very sensitive to matters of love.
Moreover, witnessing a girl confessing directly to a man was enough to awaken certain feelings within Sushia.
¡®Oh, that¡¯s strange. Why is my heart racing like this?¡¯
Sushia hurriedly hid behind a rock, breathing heavily.
Her face was hot, and her heart was pounding.
This was a feeling she had never experienced before.
It was an emotion without any apparent reason or cause.
****
Meanwhile, Serena was busy,
¡°Your posture is off! Again!¡±
In dance,
¡°With this, you¡¯ll be adored in any household.¡±
Embroidery,
¡°As expected of Princess Serena. Your form is perfect.¡±
Etiquette,
¡°Today¡¯s love fortune is very favorable. You might receive unexpected good news from him?¡±
Even in fortune-telling.
Only a thoroughly prepared woman can win a man¡¯s heart.
That was Serena¡¯s belief.
When Ascal did note to the waiting room, Serena was shocked and made a decision.
¡®I¡¯m still not good enough.¡¯
So, she decided to polish herself even more.
It would only take a little more time.
¡®Just wait a bit longer, darling.¡¯
Once her preparations wereplete, she nned to make the most perfect confession.
Directly to him.
¨C ¨C ¨C The End of The Chapter ¨C ¨C ¨C
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Chapter 81: An Unexpected Victim
In the Empire, if you were to name the most popr department, it would undoubtedly be the Evaluation Department, and if you were to mention the most traditional one, it would be the Magic Department.
But if you asked which department worked the most, someone would answer with sad eyes.
That would be the Department of Development and Innovation, where a ck ox named Bernstein works diligently.
Bernstein looked down at the magic stone phonograph he was creating with bloodshot eyes.
A song flowed from the phonograph.
Bernstein, who was about to smash the phonograph with a hammer, at thest moment exercised superhuman patience and stopped his hand.
¡°What am I doing...¡±
He was hearing things at this point.This was precisely the time he needed a break.
But no matter how often he applied for leave, it was always rejected.
The Empire knew too well how to exploit engineers. Just grind them and something wille out. Even if it''s just bone fragments.
¡°Fine. I¡¯m going to the Evaluation Department.¡±
Bernstein prepared to go out, taking the magic stone phonograph with him.
¡°Where are you going, Minister?¡±
¡°I¡¯m going to get the prototype evaluated by the head of the Evaluation Department.¡±
¡°I will prepare the carriage.¡±
His subordinate, who was called an administrator of the Department of Development and Innovation but read as a watchdog, guided Bernstein.
¡°By the way, where is Lady Seri?¡±
Seri Lavione.
A new administrator in the Development and Innovation Department, maintained by an elite few.
When she first parachuted into the Department of Development and Innovation, Bernstein had looked at her with suspicion, but she proved to be incrediblypetent.
Teach her one thing, she knows two. Teach her two, she knows four.
Bernstein had high expectations for Seri, but she had one fatal w.
¡°Here is her leave request.¡±
¡°Love is something you have to win. I need to attend bride sses, so I¡¯ll be off for the whole week. -Seri Lavione¡±
¡°Why is everyone but me free toe and go as they please! Aaaagh!¡±
She was adept at the advanced system of flexible working hours.
?****
The Imperial offices have a canteen.
This canteen was established for a very Empire-like reason.
Officials would go out for lunch and not return for a long time, often well past their break time. Their excuses were¨D¨D
¡®I was born in the Kingdom of Kelli, and I need a two-hour lunch break.¡¯
¡®Eating should be done leisurely and with etiquette, rushing through a meal is something only livestock would do.¡¯
Ascal calmly reported this to the Crown Prince.
And the next day.
A decree was issued.
All Imperial offices must have a canteen.
Thus, the loafing officials were forced to eat nd meals in the canteen every lunchtime, reminiscing about the past.
It was truly a beautiful anecdote.
**
¡°Why is the food at the Evaluation Department so good?¡±
As soon as he arrived at the Evaluation Department, Bernstein headed straight for the canteen.
Going directly to the Minister¡¯s office would be the worst move.
Doing so would lead to nothing but showing the prototype to Ascal, exchanging harsh words, and then returning to the Department of Development and Innovation¡ªa bad ending.
True masters take a different approach.
First, they go to the canteen and eat.
¡°That¡¯s because the Evaluation Department has a partnership with the best restaurant in the Empire, The Hansen. Chefs are dispatched from there daily.¡±
¡°I¡¯m envious. Our canteen serves nothing but weeds every day...¡±
¡°Haha. That¡¯s why all civil servant aspirants choose the Evaluation Department as their first choice, right? Whether it¡¯s the food, welfare, or honor, there¡¯s nothing toin about.¡±
Anger and jealousy welled up inside him.
Bernstein decided to eat another bowl of the Evaluation Department¡¯s food as punishment. This way, he slightly drained the Evaluation Department¡¯s budget.
¡°Ah, my body feels stiff. Maybe I should go for a massage.¡±
¡°What do you mean, massage?¡±
¡°Our office has a rest area for employees. There, a specialized masseuse from the Cat tribe provides massages.¡±
Feeling a growing sense of despair about life, Bernstein spoke earnestly.
¡°I belong to the Department of Development and Innovation, but is it possible to transfer to the Evaluation Department?¡±
¡°Oh, the Department of Development and Innovation, where only the elite of the elite gather? What¡¯s your rank?¡±
¡°I¡¯m the Minister.¡±
¡°Haha... That¡¯s a bit...¡±
The Evaluation Department official looked at Bernstein¡¯s face.
Mustache.
Bloodshot eyes.
Exhausted expression.
It was as if the face of the rumored Minister of the Department of Development and Innovation hade to life.
¡°Transfer me.¡±
¡°Gasp! I greet you, Minister!¡±
¡°Transfer me!!!¡±
??****
Bernstein''s outburst finally subsided after he enjoyed a full-course massage from the cat tribe.
After also tasting Laika¡¯s special firestone, Bernstein felt significantly refreshed as he visited the office.
However, something felt off.
First, Ascal sat silently in his executive chair, asionally twitching irregrly.
And Lia, who would normally have already served tea, was quietly staring at documents. Her feather pen had been motionless for several minutes.
¡°Ascal.¡±
¡°Gah! Bernstein, is that you?¡±
¡°I¡¯vee to get the prototype evaluated.¡±
Bernstein sat in the guest chair.
Finally, Lia came to her senses and brought out warm tea.
¡°Thank you.¡±
Bernstein took a sip of tea and pulled out the magic stone phonograph.
¡°Is this the new invention?¡±
¡°Yes. It¡¯s a bit boastful to say it myself, but this is revolutionary. Watch.¡±
Bernstein took out several magic stones, picked one, and inserted it into the phonograph.
¡°When you press this¡¡±
A beautiful song yed.
¡°How is it?¡±
Bernstein crossed his arms confidently. He was sure that Ascal would recognize the value of the phonograph immediately and be impressed.
But the reaction was strange.
¡°¡¡.¡±
¡°¡¡.¡±
Both of them were silent.
¡°S-stop¡ Please, stop it¡¡±
Ascal squirmed in agony.
Lia¡¯s cheeks had turned a bright shade of red.
¡°Is it that bad? It seems there¡¯s still room for improvement.¡±
Feeling slightly less confident, Bernstein fiddled with his mustache.
¡°It¡¯s not that. Lia, could you take these documents to Department 1?¡±
¡°Yes, yes. Understood.¡±
Lia hurriedly left the room.
¡°Could you turn that off for a moment?¡±
¡°Got it.¡±?
It was as if he had held up a cross in front of a vampire. Once the phonograph was turned off, Ascal calmed down.
¡°Bernstein. Your invention is excellent.¡±
¡°Then why did you react like that earlier?¡±
Ascal propped his chin with both hands and began to speak seriously.
¡°It¡¯s about someone I know.¡±
¡°Out of the blue?¡±
¡°A man and a woman who have known each other for quite some time. They were colleagues at work. But over time, they became inseparable.¡±
A love story, perhaps. Bernstein decided to listen quietly. After all, anything that could kill time was wee.
¡°The man had never thought of the woman as a romantic interest. Their social statuses were too different. But the woman felt differently.¡±
As Bernstein listened, he fiddled with the phonograph.
¡°That day, something happened. The setting was a scenic beach. As the atmosphere became perfect, the woman confessed to the man...¡±
¡°She confessed?¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°And the man rejected her?¡±
As the story progressed, Bernstein became engrossed, oblivious to the red glow beginning to emanate from the phonograph.
¡°No, he didn¡¯t reject her.¡±
¡°He didn¡¯t?¡±
¡°The man was so flustered that he said...¡±
Ascal mimicked his words from that day.
¡°Th-tha... uhh... well... um...¡±
¡°Is the man an idiot?¡±
¡°I think he might be.¡±
It¡¯s always easy to judge others¡¯ stories. Bernstein remarked,
¡°So the man wasn¡¯t entirely against the confession?¡±
¡°Well, you could say that, but it¡¯s not as straightforward...¡±
¡°If the man could go back to that moment, what do you think he would say?¡±
Ascal pondered and then answered.
¡°I love you too, Lia.¡±
¡°Damn it! It was your story all along!¡±
Bernstein mmed the desk. The phonograph clicked.
At that moment, Lia entered the office, having finished her task.
And then.
The phonograph began to y the recording.
Lia, with a flushed face, listened to Ascal¡¯s recorded voice, and when it reached the part,
She couldn¡¯t even lift her head, but she managed to speak.
¡°Yes... I love you too.¡±
Bernstein looked serious.
The next day, Bernstein attempted to escape the Empire again, only to be caught by the Emperor¡¯s hounds.
It is said that Bernstein¡¯s cries were particrly sorrowful that day.
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Chapter 82: Receiving Training
The phonograph developed by Bernstein caused a tremendous sensation.
As long as you had the modified magic stone with the music stored on it, anyone could listen to the music they desired.
However, the original recording function was removed due to concerns of potential misuse, as directed by the Crown Prince.
Despite this, rumors circted in secret that some high-ranking officials still possessed prototype phonographs with the recording function intact.
For example, the 3rd Princess of the Empire, Yulia Barba.
-Enough! How many times are you going to listen to this? Isn¡¯t it enough already?¡°This is the 380th time. Let¡¯s make it to 400.¡±
Lia looked at the phonograph with utmost affection.
It was a confession from the person she loved.
No matter how many times she listened, she never got tired of it.
-Well, even I used to call him out and torment him when I was feeling down, so I understand how she feels. But it¡¯s quite painful to watch myself like this from a third-person perspective...
-Urgh, if only he had called her Yulia, I could have enjoyed it too.
Regardless, Lia turned the phonograph again and reyed it.
For a while, only Ascal¡¯s voice echoed through the house.
****
Ascal had been feeling both happy and tormented these days.
¡°What¡¯s wrong, Ascal-nim?¡±
Ascal cautiously looked at Lia, who was pouring tea.
Her soft tinum blonde hair, smelling of jasmine, her translucent and clear skin that seemed to reveal blue veins. Her sapphire-like blue eyes and long eyshes.
The more he consciously observed, the more he thought that when God created her, He must have been carefully measuring with a spoon but then identally knocked over the bag.
¡°Ah, it¡¯s nothing.¡±
When their eyes met, Lia smiled brightly.
¡°Oh, you have a white hair here.¡±
Lia took a step closer, brushed Ascal¡¯s hair, and picked out the white hair.
It¡¯s unbelievable.
Since the first moment he recalled his memory, he had never imagined that this would happen.
That terrifying tyrant, Yulia Barba, was personally plucking out his white hair.
If he were to phrase it as the title of a novel from his previous life, it feels like .
¡®To be honest, I¡¯ll say it.¡¯
¡®I¡¯m extremely happy. I feel a sense of purpose in life.¡¯
However.
¡°There are only 32 documents left to handle today. I¡¯ll help you finish them quickly so we can leave together.¡±
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¡®Damn Crown Prince.¡¯
He dumped all the work on the Evaluation Department. The problem was that ¡°evaluation¡± was a versatile term that could be applied to audits, inspections, personnel, and practically anything else.
Originally, it was just another pointless tax-wasting department, but it had turned into a jack-of-all-trades.
¡®To think that he got me from the very start...¡¯
After Elenia powered up Ascal, he made a fatal mistake.
Like a newbie who had just started going to the gym and suddenly went wild with a burst of adrenaline, he processed a week¡¯s worth of work at super speed.
That was a mistake.
The next day, the Crown Prince started sending a shipload of work.
That was manageable. He got through it.
The next day.
It doubled again.
Eventually, it reached the point where even Ascal in his awakened mode was struggling under the workload.
It was his own doing.
He could almost hear the Crown Prince¡¯s voice.
¡°You¡¯re the only one who can be the next Prime Minister, Ascal!¡±
The Empire¡¯s ck ox, Bernstein.
The Empire¡¯s white ox, Ascal.
¡°Moooooo!¡±
¡°Calm down.¡±
Lia, who was reviewing documents, approached and gently stroked Ascal¡¯s chin.
¡°There you go. Good boy.¡±
Ascal calmed down.
Despite everything, there was one constion for Ascal.
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¡°Appointment of personnel authority? What is this, Your Highness?¡±
¡°Do you know what that is, Ascal? The Empire is a very wicked nation. Whether the person likes it or not, if you use this, they will be forcibly attached to the state.¡±
¡°¡¡It has the Emperor¡¯s seal.¡±
¡°Yes. Ascal! Gather the ves, I mean talents! And assign them where they¡¯re needed! This is the privilege I bestow upon you.¡±
The Crown Prince knew how to use the carrot and the stick well.
In other words, he had given Ascal the recruiter¡¯s privilege to conscript anyone into service during wartime.
Work conditions, location, duration. Everything was up to Ascal¡¯s discretion.
From now on, anyone who crossed Ascal would be the state¡¯s ox and work diligently for life.
However.
.
.
.
¡°Only 15 left now. At this rate, we might finish by dawn.¡±
The sun was setting.
¡®You need an opportunity to use this thing...¡¯
Was there no legal way to ck off?
At this rate, he might die of overwork before catching the ancient dragon.
Ascal¡¯s eyes rolled around.
And finally, he found the perfect opportunity.
To Ascal Debrue,
Upon receiving this notice, you are required to immediately participate in military training. Please carefully review the following details and prepare ordingly.
Training Period: We apologize for the inconvenience to your duties, but the training willst for 10 days from the date of assembly.
Assembly Location: You must gather at Leonian Square, located west of the capital, within three days of receiving this notice.
Preparations: Prepare your own weapons and armor, along with any necessary personal items. Food supplies and basic fortification construction tools will be provided on-site.
Training Contents: Basic military training will include horseback riding, weapon handling, tactical understanding, fortification construction, and night patrol.
¡°This is it!!!¡±
Lia frowned as she looked at the notice.
¡°Debrue, that¡¯s Ascal-nim¡¯s former surname. Ascal, the current minister, is not obligated to participate in military training. It¡¯s another mistake by azy administrator.¡±
To instill discipline among thex officials, the Crown Prince conducted periodic military training for officials.
It was easier to understand if you thought of it as a kind of reserve training.
Typically, receiving this notice would stress an official so much that they¡¯d immediately sprout white hair, but Ascal was different.
This was a golden opportunity to legally ck off for 10 days.
He¡¯d be a fool to miss it.
¡°Lia, even a misdelivered notice is still a notice. If I don¡¯t follow it, how can I set an example for my people?¡±
Ascal spoke with an air of authority, as if possessed by Socrates.
¡°Understood. In that case, there¡¯s no choice.¡±
Surprisingly, Lia epted it without protest. Though he felt a bit uneasy, Ascal decided to let it slide.
****
¡°Alright!¡±
Ascal packed his bags at home with unparalleled enthusiasm.
To avoid being recognized, he changed his hairstyle and dressed as shabbily as possible. He looked more like a beggar than a minister.
Everything was perfect.
Ascal headed to Leonian Square.
It felt like he was going on a pic.
.
.
.
¡°Ascal Debrue? This name is...¡±
¡°Amon name. That person¡¯s surname is Erindale. Do you really think he¡¯de here?¡±
¡°Hmm... pass.¡±
The inspector,paring Ascal¡¯s face and the list, eventually let him through.
He truly was a capable official of the Empire.
As soon as he set foot in the square, he saw people who had arrived earlier.
They were all slumped in a corner, wearing armor.
¡°This is already my third time... I feel like I¡¯m going to die every time Ie.¡±
¡°The food is so terrible. Last time, I almost broke a tooth biting into the bread.¡±
They were allmenting the hardships of military training.
¡°You think this is hard? After all the tough times I¡¯ve been through, this feels like a pic.¡±
Ascal sat down beside them.
The men looked at him warily.
¡°Who are you? Where are you from?¡±
¡°Call me Carl. I¡¯m from the Evaluation Department.¡±
¡°Damn, it¡¯s the yground of the future prime minister. I¡¯m jealous.¡±
A Rank 9 Official of the Maritime Department, Charles, Spat Out a Thick Gob of Saliva.
¡°yground of the future prime minister? What do you mean by that?¡±
¡°Everyone knows your minister is going to be the next prime minister. That means the Evaluation Department officials¡¯ value will increase as well. After all, it¡¯s the department where the prime minister came from.¡±
¡°We low-level officials have to feed our families on a pittance, while you guys even get bonuses and vacations.¡±
¡°It¡¯s enough to make you want to quit.¡±
The atmosphere grew tense.
Officials from the Maritime and Construction Departments stood up and menacingly surrounded Ascal.
¡°Is this your first time at military training, sir from the Evaluation Department?¡±
¡°It is.¡±
¡°The seniors will teach you a thing or two. Look forward to it.¡±
¡°Hehe.¡±
Ascal nodded.
¡°This already sounds fun. I¡¯ll be looking forward to it.¡±
Charles squinted and cracked his knuckles.
¡°Seems you misunderstood. You¡¯re on our bad side now¡¡±
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Bam-ba-ra-ra-bam¨D¨D¨D
¡°Her Highness the Princess has arrived!¡±
¡°Everyone, kneel and show your respect! It¡¯s Her Highness Yulia Barba!¡±
¡°Her Highness herself will participate as an instructor in the military training to assist your training! Consider it an honor!¡±
Stepping down from the carriage was Lia.
Naturally, with her hair down and dressed in splendid yet practical attire for movement, Lia scanned the officials in the square with a solemn gaze.
It seemed she was searching for someone.
And as soon as she spotted Ascal kneeling, she smiled brightly.
¡°The Princess smiled at me!¡±
¡°No, it was me!¡±
Ascal, whose eyes met hers, closed his eyes in disbelief.
¡®No wonder she let me go so easily.¡¯
****
The mansion felt a bit lonely.
Without its owner, the mansioncked its usual vibrancy.
The lone princess was left sitting in a chair, staring nkly at the desk.
Books such as ¡°The Theory of Love,¡± ¡°When You Don¡¯t Know Yourself,¡± and ¡°Is What You¡¯re Feeling Love?¡±y scattered, half-read.
Sushia sighed.
¡°That can¡¯t be... No, I must be mistaken. I¡¯ll just go to the office tomorrow and sneak some snacks again. Yes. I¡¯m just excited from seeing something like that briefly.¡±
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Chapter 83: Why is this happening?
The knights responsible for training the imperial officials are drafted from the capital¡¯s order of knights.
Naturally, since they were forcibly conscripted, these knights had no motivation whatsoever.
Dissatisfied officials and unmotivated knights.
They were a match made in heaven, like bread and jam or chocte and peanuts.
This is typically how military training proceeded.
¡°Oh, Sir Randeon. Seeing you again. You must be working hard today.¡±
¡°Isn¡¯t it Mr. Verios? Good to see you.¡±
¡°By the way, my back isn¡¯t doing well today, this is really...¡±
¡°Oh dear, a noble body serving the Empire shouldn¡¯t get hurt in a ce like this. It would be a loss for the country.¡±A knight brings a makeshift bed.
¡°Here, please rest here. Let¡¯s just say the training is done.¡±
¡°How grateful I am, this is my small token of appreciation for those who always safeguard the Empire.¡±
Then the official hands over valuables like choctes or expensive spices to the knight.
The knight clears his throat and responds with the first message saved in his macro¡ª ¡°Why, you shouldn¡¯t have, but I¡¯ll ept it gratefully.¡±
The knight¡¯s face beams with satisfaction as he examines the valuables. They justpleted a satisfactory deal.
This is how to survive wisely in the Empire.
*****
¡°Sir Randeon! Seeing you again!¡±
¡°Cadet number 23, you shouldn¡¯t speak recklessly.¡±
¡°Are you in a bad mood today? Here, I have something that might cheer you up. It¡¯s the root of the Huasang nt, just one bite will give you great strength¡¡±
¡°How dare you offer a bribe in this sacred training ground! Insolent! Take this cadet away immediately!¡±
¡°Sir Randeon, why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Sir Randeon! Was our rtionship not this close?¡±
Verios was dragged away by the guards, looking extremely wronged.
Untilst time, this method worked, so why now?
If he had a fault, it was not reading the patch notes diligently.
The method of bribing the knights in charge of training was excessively effective in the previous version.
However, in this patch, the third princess has joined as a special instructor in the military training.
Of course, those who were diligently training won¡¯t be much affected, but cadets who relied on bribes will now face a ¡®difficult choice.¡¯
That¡¯s right.
Whenever high-ranking individuals observe, even the most chaotic streets are cleaned up in a day, and sloppy training bes disciplined like a miracle.
Especially for the vigorous knights, the third princess¡¯ presence was like rain on a drynd.
¡®Please see my excellent self, Princess Your Highness.¡¯
¡®My lifelong dream was always to be the Princess¡¯s guard. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.¡¯
¡®Could there be a chance for a marriage beyond my status?¡¯
Knights, who would normally be bored to death, now had faces full of strictness, dignity, and seriousness.
Thanks to this, the cadets were having a hard time.
If they cked off even a bit, they would immediately be scolded harshly.
¡°Cadet number 17, hold your sword properly. Isn¡¯t your posture a mess?¡±
¡®Wow, I was seriously cool just now.¡¯
Randeon nced back.
The third princess of the Empire, Yulia Barba, was looking at the cadets with a benevolent gaze.
-Gulp.
Randeon swallowed hard.
The third princess was a recluse.
Although rumors of her beauty were widespread, it was extremely rare to see her unless at official events.
¡®Seeing her in person, she¡¯s a goddess.¡¯
Like many young men, Randeon¡¯s mind began to run wild like a panorama.
Yulia, falling for Randeon¡¯s impressive appearance, begs him to be her guard, and Randeon reluctantly epts the offer.
One day, Yulia¡¯s life is threatened by an assassin, and Randeon sacrifices himself to protect her.
After that, they start to be aware of each other. A love story transcending status begins from there¡ª
¡°Sir. Do you know where cadet number 27 is?¡±
Randeon snapped out of his fantasy.
Yulia had approached him by then.
Suppressing his wildly beating heart, Randeon checked the roster.
¡°Cadet number 27 should be at the west training ground by now. May I ask why you are looking for him?¡±
¡°Hmm. I was thinking of giving him a little punishment.¡±
¡°How could he have wronged you, Your Highness! Unbelievable!¡±
¡°Hemitted a very serious offense.¡±
Yulia smiled.
She decided not to say, ¡®He stole my heart.¡¯
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¡°Unit! Charge forward!!! We are the proud warriors of the Empire!!!¡±
Ascal had be the squad leader.
After spending every day just processing paperwork, it felt invigorating to finally move his body.
Perhaps this was his true calling.
¡°Your proactive attitude sets a great example for the other trainees. There¡¯s a very high chance your squad will be selected as the outstanding squad.¡±
Ascal¡¯s anxiety sensor kicked in.
¡°If your squad is chosen, you can finish the 10-day training in just 5 days! Do your best!¡±
Upon hearing this, Ascal shouted,
¡°Squad!!! Everyone, right face!!! Charge forward!!!¡±
¡°Squad leader!!! That¡¯s a river!!!¡±
¡°Everyone, charge!!!!!!¡±
¡°Oh, to hell with it!!!!¡±
-Ssh!
It was quite a sight. Ascal, leading the charge, plunged into the river, followed by the rest of the squad like a group of lemmings.
¡°What are you all doing?¡±
The bewildered instructor approached the river where Ascal¡¯s squad had fallen in.
In his many years of instructing, it was the first time he had witnessed an entire squad seemingly attempt mass suicide.
¡°Blurp, blurp!¡±
A squad member who couldn¡¯t swim iled his arms wildly, grabbing hold of something.
Luckily, the water wasn¡¯t too deep, and the squad members, regaining their senses, started climbing out of the river one by one.
Each holding something in their hands.
¡°Cadet number 27. If this were a real battle situation, you would all be dead. I am very disappointed. What on earth were you thinking, entering the river... what¡¯s that in your hand?¡±
Ascal looked naturally at the rectangr stone in his hand. It had a grotesque creature¡¯s shape etched into it.
¡°Yikes!¡±
Startled, Ascal threw the stone to the ground.
Crack¡ª
The stone split open, and the creature was perfectly restored.
A trainee, soaking wet, rushed towards the fallen stone.
He was a curator from the Archaeological Department.
¡°This looks like the legendary ancient creature, Regalos! Everyone, show me the stones you¡¯re holding!¡±
The trainees one by one showed their stones to the curator. They were all fossils.
¡°This is incredible! We must thoroughly explore this river immediately! This is definitely an ancient archaeological site!¡±
The curator eximed excitedly.
The instructor, with a look of utter bewilderment, observed the scene and then approached Ascal.
Ascal hurriedly spoke,
¡°I apologize, instructor. My foolish mistake put the squad in danger. I will make amends with ten days of diligent training.¡±
The instructor shook his head and patted Ascal¡¯s shoulder.
¡°An excellent squad follows orders, but a superior squad sometimes defies orders for a greater cause. You understood this well.¡±
¡°Wha-what do you mean? Wait, instructor!¡±
The instructor used the super pass, which could be used only once during training.
And Ascal¡¯s squad became the outstanding squad.
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****
?¡°Attention all trainees. The western river is now off-limits for an unspecified reason. However, military training will continue as scheduled.¡±
It was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
If military training had been suspended due to the discovery of the archaeological site, Ascal would have wept bitterly.
After a discussion among the knights, it was concluded that training must proceed regardless, even if a meteorite fell on the training ground.
Naturally, this was because of Yulia¡¯s presence.
¡°Cadet number 27. You seem to be in a good mood.¡±
¡°I greet Her Highness, Princess Yulia.¡±
Yulia approached Ascal with a stern expression.
¡°So, how is it, ignoring your usual duties to participate in training? Are you enjoying yourself?¡±
Trantion: Were you nning not to see me for ten days?
Ascal tried to make an insight check but failed miserably.
¡°Yes.¡±
Yulia¡¯s eyebrow twitched.
¡°Ten push-ups.¡±
¡°...Pardon? Yes.¡±
Although Ascal wondered why he was being suddenly punished, ten push-ups were nothing.
He got into position.
Suddenly, he felt a weight on his back.
Yulia had sat on Ascal¡¯s back.
¡°What are you waiting for? Begin.¡±
Ascal had no choice but to start doing push-ups. He could feel a soft sensation on his back. It was distracting.
¡°Add ten more.¡±
But Yulia, in her annoyed state, showed no mercy.
¡°Add ten more.¡±
There was no leniency from Yulia, who was clearly upset.
Ascal copsed to the ground after barelypleting a hundred push-ups.
Yulia looked down at Ascal with a satisfied smile.
¡°Cadet number 27, is that all you can do? It seems you need strict personal guidance.¡±
Yulia lifted the exhausted Ascal effortlessly.
And whispered in his ear.
¡°Last time, we went to the sea, so how about the mountains this time?¡±
?****
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Breathing in the fresh mountain air, Ascal slowly started to regain his energy.
¡°Your Highness, please put me down.¡±
¡°No.¡±
He couldn¡¯t just let her have her way. Ascal pulled out a headband that had be a regr item in his pocket.
While Yulia was focused on climbing the mountain, he tied her hair up with it.
¡°Put me down. Lia.¡±
¡°Since when... You¡¯ve be quite cunning.¡±
Lia obediently set Ascal down.
They had reached the mountain peak.
¡°The air is nice, isn¡¯t it? When I felt stifled as a child, I used toe up here alone.¡±
¡°Indeed.¡±
The view from the mountain peak was breathtaking. It cleared Ascal¡¯s mind, weary from work.
But Ascal¡¯s expression grew strange as he gazed at a particr rock.
¡°Is this mountain called Mount Iota, by any chance?¡±
¡°Yes, it is.¡±
Ascal walked towards the rock. On its less visible back side, there was indeed a handle embedded.
¡®Of course, it¡¯s Caliburn...¡¯
The legendary sword, Lightbane. Only one recognized as a hero could pull it out.
In the future, Sirius, pursued by the imperial army, would flee to this mountain and draw this sword.
Without thinking, Ascal pulled on the handle.
Swoosh¡ª
The sword slid out effortlessly.
¡¸Oh, after hundreds of years, I see the light again. My name is Lightbane, and you, my master, are¨D¨D¡¹
Ascal promptly reinserted the sword.
The sword fell silent.
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Chapter 84: Choose Me
Ascal stared at the sword embedded in the rock, sweating profusely.
Lightbane.
It was the sword the protagonist found and pulled out when being chased by the Imperial army, much like a master meeting their fateful encounter after falling off a cliff.
There was clearly a description that only the chosen hero could draw this sword.
¡°Why is thising out?¡±
He hurriedly pushed it back into ce, but the once awakened sword continued to hum as if it were heated, asking to be drawn again.
Ascal bit his lip harshly.
Unfortunately, he already had many pets at home. A jewel frog, a pegasus, a cloud dragon, a white dragon. Sorry, but he couldn¡¯t take another one home.
He hoped it would find a better master.¡°What¡¯s going on?¡±
¡°Lia, try pulling this out once.¡±
For example, someone like the Imperial Princess.
Ascal smiled wickedly.
¡°¡It¡¯s firmly lodged. It won¡¯te out.¡±
Lia continued to exert force on the sword, but it didn¡¯t budge, as if the ease with which it hade out earlier was a lie.
Determined, Lia slowly untied her headband.
Gathering her magic, she began to draw the sword with all her might.
¡®Hang in there, be a hero, Lia!¡¯
However.
The sword still did note out.
Ascal pretended to wipe the sweat off Lia¡¯s forehead with a handkerchief, tying her headband again.
¡°It feels like it¡¯s sealed by some powerful force. We should consult the Magic Department.¡±
Even Lia, the mostpetent person he knew, couldn¡¯t draw the sword.
Was there a mistake when he pulled it out earlier?
Ascal drew the sword again. Without any effort, it slid out smoothly.
Whoosh¨D¨D
¡°¡¡±
Lia fell silent.
¡¸Finally, the resolve has been made. Master, ept your mission, and let¡¯s purify the evil empire together!¡¹
The sword was speaking.
Judging by Lia¡¯s reaction, it seemed she couldn¡¯t hear the voice.
¡°I am not your master.¡±
Lia blushed.
¡°¡It¡¯s awkward to request such y out of the blue in the mountains.¡±
Ascal decided to ignore her.
¡¸What are you talking about! You can¡¯t draw me unless you¡¯re worthy! Since you drew me, you are indeed my master!¡¹
¡°And what are the qualifications?¡±
¡¸Let¡¯s see, I¡¯ll check the manual. Hmm¡ no evil desires, benefitted many people¡ resolved to fight strong enemies, no gic diseases, and a physically healthy adult.¡¹
¡°With those conditions, even the town doctor could draw you.¡±
¡¸And you need to have great luck.¡¹
¡°¡¡±
Ascal pushed the sword back into the rock, then lifted the rock with the sword embedded in it. It was quite heavy, but he managed. The military training he had undergone had helped build his stamina.
Lia¡¯s eyes widened.
¡°What are you thinking?¡±
¡°I¡¯m going to find a hero.¡±
He couldn¡¯t just be a madman (hero) carrying a talking sword around.
Resolutely, Ascal carried the rock down the mountain.
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Ascal struggled to move the rock.
In the center of the training ground, where many people were, the rock was ced. Beside it was a sign.
Naturally, it attracted a lot of attention.
¡°So, all I have to do is pull this out? They used to call me the Ogre of Hudson Vige. This will be a piece of cake.¡±
The Ogre of Hudson Vige left the scene dejectedly, only managing to make the veins on his forehead bulge.
Many other strong men who were confident in their strength also attempted, but not a single person could draw the sword.
Ascal added another line to the sign.
Knights began to show interest.
Naturally, among them was Randeon.
¡°Hmph. This should be easy.¡±
Randeon first attempted to draw the sword with his bare hands but failed, as expected.
¡°Impressive.¡±
This time, he used his magic to strengthen his body, showing he was serious.
¡°Haaaaargh!¡±
The sword didn¡¯t budge.
¡°Step aside, Randeon.¡±
Seeing that Randeon couldn¡¯t draw it, the knights gathered. It became a source of amusement amidst their dullbat training.
¡°Graaaaah!¡±
¡°Swoooosh!¡±
¡°Brrrrump!¡±
¡°Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!¡±
They all failed miserably. The only takeaway was that everyone had different groans when exerting their full strength.
¡®It seems those in military training aren¡¯t enough.¡¯
Ascal, who had been subtly watching the sword¡¯s side while training, contemted.
¡®I need to spread the word as much as possible. I should also call Sirius.¡¯
****
****
¡°To what extent do you n to use my name, Ascal?¡±
¡°It¡¯s all for the greater good.¡±
¡°Even between lovers, deals should be clear. I expect a reward for lending my name.¡±
Lia extended the back of her hand.
It was soft and white.
¡°Now, kiss it.¡±
This was actually a gain.
Ascal kissed the back of Lia¡¯s hand.
It smelled pleasantly of her skin.
¡°Here next.¡±
Lia tapped the back of her neck with her finger.
It seemed like a peculiar spot, but Ascalplied obediently.
As he kissed her neck, Lia flinched slightly.
¡°Andstly, here.¡±
The final spot was her lips.
¡°I feel like I¡¯m getting the short end of the stick.¡±
¡°Hmph, do you dislike it, Ascal?¡±
¡°No.¡±
Ascal approached Lia. Her lips smelled of mint¡ª
¡°Is this the ce where the sword can be drawn?!¡±
They were interrupted.
Despite choosing a secluded spot, a massive crowd began to gather.
The rumors about the had gained immense poprity.
[Imperial Newspaper]
¡ªWho will be the master of the sword! The Empire is in a sword-drawing frenzy!
¡ªPeople are gathering from foreignnds to try and draw the sword!? Even the dwarves from the north are showing interest!
¡ªImperial nobles are vying to sponsor the sword, offering immense honor to whoever draws it!
Reading the unauthorized newspaper, Ascal frowned.
¡°This situation has gotten much bigger than I expected.¡±
¡°With so many people gathered, what if the sword gets drawn too easily?¡±
It was the middle of the day. Ascal began stretching his ankles and cracking his neck.
¡°I wish it were that easy¡¡±
His uneasy premonition wasn¡¯t wrong.
****
¡°Captain of the Rose Knights, Count Tellio, will challenge the sword drawing!¡±
¡°Oh! Count Tellio is the young captain of the Rose Knights with numerous achievements. Many predict he could be the Empire¡¯s next Sword Master! Will the master of the ¡®Unyielding Sword¡¯ finally appear?¡±
While doing partner stretches (where they pulled each other¡¯s arms while pressed back-to-back) with Lia, Ascal watched the sword drawing out of the corner of his eye.
At some point, the sword drawing had developed implicit rules:
First, introduce yourself to the audience before attempting.
Second, don¡¯t take your frustration out on the rock.
Third, don¡¯t take more than a minute to try and draw the sword.
There was even an unofficialmentator.
Thementator was none other than the notorious gossip, Count Devar.
¡®It¡¯s been a while since I¡¯ve seen him.¡¯
Regardless, the sword drawing had unintentionally be a famous festival in the Empire.
The cheers of the excited crowd, the shouts of the officials training nearby, and the merchants drawn by the smell of money created a raucous scene.
¡°Fresh corn! Sweet, fresh corn for sale!¡±
¡°Fried snacks! Delicious fried snacks for just two coins!¡±
¡°Popr honey fruit! Selling out fast!¡±
Q. Did the Empire try to stop this chaos?
A. The Crown Prince, having caught wind of Ascal¡¯s antics, found it amusing and supported it instead.
Lia bought some honey fruit and fed it to the training Ascal.
With a meaningful smile, she said,
¡°We can¡¯t have this mess. Let¡¯s clean up, shall we?¡±
Lia offered her honey-covered fingers. Ascal licked them. They were sweet. It was summer.
¡°By the way, Count Tellio is a renowned swordsman in the Empire. Do you think he can draw the sword?¡±
¡°We¡¯ll see.¡±
Having watched the sword drawing attempts for a long time, Ascal had a rough idea. This was not a test of strength alone.
If the conditions are not met, even an ogre cannot draw the sword, but if the conditions are met, even a goblin can draw it.
Ascal hoped that among the many people gathered, someone would randomly satisfy the conditions.
¡°Those betting on Count Tellio drawing the sword, gather here! The odds are 2:1!¡±
For the record, Ascal had been consistently betting that no one would draw the sword, making a tidy profit.
¡®Seriously, how hard is it to bet on a sure thing and make money?¡¯
Count Tellio approached Lightbane with the utmost seriousness. Magic swirled around his arms.
And then.
¡°Shryaaaaaaap!¡±
Will ite out?
No.
Lightbane barely budged, just a slight tremor, but nothing more.
¡°That was the closest yet.¡±
Ascal watched Count Tellio leave with a hint of regret. Still, he could walk away proudly for achieving the ¡°Sword Slightly Trembles¡± milestone.
¡°It¡¯s about time¡¡±
Ascal¡¯s eyes gleamed as he looked towards one direction.
He had finally arrived.
A young boy with gray hair, still with a hint of boyish charm. The future hero, Yulia¡¯s rival, the leader of the Anti-Empire Forces, Sirius!
Sirius looked around.
¡°Here it is!¡±
¡°You¡¯vee in an unusual outfit this time, Uncle Carl.¡±
¡°Strangely enough, you always recognize me right away.¡±
¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be odd if people didn¡¯t recognize you?¡±
Siriusughed.
¡°I heard you needed a favor.¡±
Ascal spoke.
¡°Be a hero for me, Sirius.¡±
¡®For my sake.¡¯
****
¡°This is unbelievable!!!!!! The sword is half-drawn!!! This is the greatest achievement of all the challenges so far!!! Sirius, from Haven Academy, you¡¯re amazing!¡±
Ascal¡¯s expression turned serious.
¡®Hey, your master is here. Lightbane. What are you thinking¡¡¯
Then something unbelievable happened.
¡°What am I seeing! The rock, the rock with the sword in it is flying into the sky!¡±
Boom.
The rock flew up andnded in front of Ascal.
And the sword vibrated wildly.
¡®Damn it. This isn¡¯t it.¡¯
A rare curse slipped out.
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Chapter 85: Run Away from the Hero
¡°Saintess, what¡¯s wrong?¡±
The chief warrior of the Lion Tribe, Vadim, asked Eileen.
Eileen, hearing the title ¡°Saintess,¡± sighed softly, as if she had resigned herself.
¡°Actually, I¡¯ve been seeing a strange aura for the past few days. It feels like it¡¯s trying to guide me somewhere.¡±
¡°Oh! That must be a divine sign! Why didn¡¯t you tell us sooner?¡±
They had been adventuring together for a long time.
To the east.
Sometimes they encountered wicked ogres, bandits who harassed mountain dwellers, and even a massive two-headed snake, not to mention the harpies that lured people in only to devour them.
One of the Lion Tribe warriors licked his lips.¡°That harpy was pretty tasty. The meat was so tender.¡±
¡°Hey, knock it off. The Saintess is trying to think.¡±
Eileen had grown used to them.
They were a bit blunt and just a little bit barbaric, but they were deeply loyal and knew how to share with each other.
Except for their eating habits, which were a bit, no, very grotesque, they were good people.
¡°I must meet this person, but I¡¯m afraid.¡±
¡°Afraid?¡±
¡°Because I have to face my own mistakes.¡±
Vadim furrowed his brow, clearly not understanding.
¡°I don¡¯t really get it, but Saintess, trust in us. No matter who it is, even if it¡¯s a demon, the warriors of the Lion Tribe will protect you!¡±
¡°Hehe, how reassuring.¡±
Eileen smiled and looked to the east.
Finally, the time hade¡
The day when all her past deeds would be judged, fairly and squarely.
Eileen touched her belly.
It was smooth.
¡®Good. No problems here.¡¯
Eileen sighed in relief.
This was a week before Ascal began his military training.
******
¡°Cast a facial recognition concealing spell on me! Lia! Hurry!¡±
¡°Y-Yes! Right away!¡±
People were swarming in like clouds.
The frontrunner, Count Tellio, and the dark horse, Sirius, had both been eliminated, leaving everyone disappointed, and now an unprecedented event was unfolding.
Flying Rock.
The stone, with the sword embedded in it, had flown directly toward someone.
This had never happened before.
People¡¯s adrenaline levels spiked.
Sales of snacks like popcorn soared.
Even the Empire¡¯s economic index followed suit and surged.
¡°Oh, what is happening! This is an unprecedented event! The stone has flown directly to someone. Has the era changed? Is it saying it won¡¯t just sit there waiting to be pulled out anymore, but will take action itself?¡±
Count Devar excitedly began hismentary.
Ascal quickly smeared mud all over his face.
With Lia¡¯s magic and his mud disguise, his identity waspletely concealed. No one knew the person they were looking at was Ascal.
Not even Count Devar.
¡°Now, now, what is your name, stranger?¡±
¡°My name is Carl.¡±
¡°Then, Carl, will you attempt to draw the sword?¡±
People were watching the scene with eager eyes. However, Ascal had no intention of adding more trouble to his life.
¡°No.¡±
Boooo¨D¨D
The crowd¡¯s jeers echoed around him.
?However, the jeers are fleeting, while the painsts a lifetime.
Ascal turned away coldly.
All he had to do was leave the area, wipe off the disguise, and return to finish his military training as if nothing had happened.
The n was wless.
Until everything started to go wrong.
******
Bwooo¨D¨D
¡°His Highness the Crown Prince is here! Everyone, show your respect!¡±
He appeared.
The man who stood just below one, and above all others.
The man who was essentially the next emperor.
Busy, yet somehow always with time to spare.
The man who seemed to appear out of nowhere whenever Ascal was involved.
He had grown so popr among the people that he now had a new title.
The Great Light.
Simply put, he was the light itself.
The Crown Prince arrived with a splendid carriage, the Empire¡¯s banners, and a retinue of royal guards.
He looked around, then smiled brightly.
¡°Please, everyone, be at ease. I¡¯m sorry if my presence has disrupted the joyful festival atmosphere.¡±
A guard prepared a chair for him.
Right in front of the stone of selection.
The Crown Prince sat down.
¡°Are you the next challenger? Come on, give it a try. After all, men are creatures born to challenge! Hahaha!¡±
Ascal began to sweat.
He was just a second toote to escape, and now he was caught with no way out.
Once the Crown Prince had spoken like that, there was no going against it.
And more than that, the mood had shifted.
¡°Draw it¨D¨D!¡±
¡°Draw it! You can do it!¡±
¡°Carl¨D¨D! Show them what you¡¯ve got!¡±
He had heard stories.
Like the one about the discontented man who sulked alone at a grand festival, kicked over a stall, and was beaten to death by the crowd.
If he didn¡¯t draw the sword, the crowd could turn into an angry mob.
Ascal nced back at Lia, hoping for some help.
Help me¨D¨D Lia.
But it seemed Lia misunderstood his gaze.
She raised her fist in encouragement, whispering a small ¡°Fighting*!¡±
Betrayed by fate.
¡®If ites to this, I¡¯ll just pretend to draw the sword.¡¯
He was confident in his acting skills.
He would grab the handle and pretend to muster all his strength, but in reality, he¡¯d barely touch it, applying no force at all.
Ascal took a deep breath and approached the stone.
¡°Our next challenger is the mysterious man, Carl! Will he be able to draw the sword?¡±
The Crown Prince tilted his head as he looked at Ascal, sensing a vague familiarity. However, he failed to recognize him. A small blessing for Ascal.
¡°Huuu¡¡±
He gently ced his hand on the sword¡¯s handle.
Just ced it.
Without applying any force.
And then, he shouted as loudly as he could, making the most dramatic sound possible.
¡°Kiyoooooooooooot¨D¨D!¡±
Naturally, since he hadn¡¯t applied any real force, the sword didn¡¯t budge. The crowd began to sigh in disappointment.
¡°Huff, huff.¡±
It was a wless performance.
He might even consider a career in acting.
Ascal, still catching his breath, released his grip on the handle.
And at that moment...
The stone began to crack.
Crack¨D¨D!
Like a perfect piece of dalgona candy, the stone shattered, leaving only the sword behind.
And the sword soared into the air.
Whoosh¨D¨D!
Before Ascal could even react, the sword found its way into his grasp, shining brilliantly as if it had finally found its true master.
¡¸Now, we are together forever, master.¡¹
He had tried his best.
Why does the world never recognize his efforts?
Ascal copsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
¡°This can¡¯t be, this can¡¯t be, this can¡¯t be! The sword has finally found its master! And that master is Carloooooo!!!!!¡±
¡°He¡¯s so moved that he¡¯s crying!¡±
¡°I¡¯m so envious, imagine all the benefits he¡¯ll get to enjoy.¡±
The Crown Prince slowly approached the fallen Ascal.
¡°It reminds me of an old legend. A golden sword embedded in a stone, waiting for its master, said to appear only in times of great peril for the continent. Wasn¡¯t its name Lightbane?¡±
When the Crown Prince was young, his mother would often tell him many legends.
The tale of an ancient dragon that nearly brought the continent to ruin.
The story of demons lurking in the underworld, waiting for their chance.
The tale of a witch who fell in love with a human.
And, of course, the legend of the sword, Lightbane.
The Crown Prince had particrly loved the story of Lightbane. As a child, he would name his wooden sword Lightbane and pretend to be a hero.
But not anymore.
¡°What concerns me is the ¡®peril to the continent¡¯ part. The Empire is peaceful, the monsters in the west have quieted down. So what is this danger that I¡¯m unaware of? What am I missing?¡±
Kain spoke with unwavering eyes.
¡°What exactly did you draw that sword to face?¡±
¡°I...¡±
******
Boom, boom, boom, boom¨D¨D¨D
This time, a drumbeat echoed from afar.
¡°Warriors! We have arrived at the ce the light has guided us to!¡±
The voice was incredibly powerful. Even from a distance, it resonated in Ascal¡¯s ears.
¡°Who dares to beat drums so close to the Crown Prince! Reveal yourself!¡±
Boom, boom, boom, boom¨D¨D¨D
The drumbeat grew louder.
Bwoooooooo¨D¨D¨D
Not to be outdone, a trumpet red loudly.
Boom, boom, boom, boom¨D¨D¨D
Bwoooooooo¨D¨D¨D
Boom, boom, boom, boom¨D¨D¨D
Bwoooooooo¨D¨D¨D
¡®At this rate, my eardrums will burst. These maniacs.¡¯
And then.
Finally, the owners of the drumbeats appeared.
Men, shirtless and disying their muscr bodies, draped in lion skins.
Their names were¨D¨D
¡°The Lion Tribe and the Golden Saintess!¡±
¡°What are they doing here?¡±
¡°This day just keeps getting crazier. Not only do we see the sword¡¯s true master, but also the appearance of the Saintess herself!¡±
¡°It¡¯s said that the Lion Tribe¡¯s chief warrior is on par with a Swordmaster, and they¡¯ve defeated enough monsters to fill a castle!¡±
Gossipers who had somehow made their way to the front row eagerly spread the word about their identities.
¡®¡The Saintess?¡¯
That name stirred unpleasant memories.
Ascal had a habit of unconsciously erasing any information rted to her from his mind whenever he heard rumors.
But this time...
¡°A lowly priestess dares to be disrespectful. Please forgive my rudeness, Your Highness.¡±
A woman in a shabby robe lowered her hood, revealing her radiant golden hair. Her piercing green eyes, filled with intelligence, made anyone who met her gaze feel humbled.
¡°Disrespect? On the contrary, it is an honor to finally see the famous Golden Saintess in person. The tales of you and the warriors of the Lion Tribe have greatly inspired me.¡±
¡°It is my honor to meet the wise and kind Crown Prince.¡±
¡°Haha, the honor is mine.¡±
¡°No, the honor is mine.¡±
¡°I¡¯m merely a lucky man to be surrounded by such remarkable people.¡±
¡°We are but humble warriors who would be nothing without Your Highness¡¯s grace.¡±
Both leaders instinctively realized one thing.
They had met a worthy adversary.
The Crown Prince was particrly impressed by Eileen, who remained humble to the end.
Typically, a wandering martial group like this could easily turn into a mere band of ruffians, yet Eileen¡¯s leadership had turned them into noble warriors.
¡°Well, be that as it may, have youe to witness the sword-drawing yourself? You should have arrived a bit earlier.¡±
¡°I...¡±
?
Eileen bowed her head slightly and approached Ascal, who was still holding the sword.
Ascal began to piece together the memories he had pushed aside.
That¡¯s right.
The Golden Saintess was Eileen all along.
¡®Eileen¡ so you¡¯ve be a saintess after all.¡¯
But why is Eileening this way?
Despite his unease, Ascal stood firm.
With Lia¡¯s facial recognition concealing spell, his disheveled hair and clothing from frequent training, and the mud smeared all over his face, he was confident.
Even the Crown Prince hadn¡¯t recognized him.
If Eileen hadn¡¯t recognized him when they met earlier, there was no way she would now.
¡°Carl. I want to ask for your forgiveness.¡±
But then, to his surprise, Eileen knelt down, sped her hands together, and bowed her head.
¡°I turned the golden grace you gave me into nothing more than a mere stone. I repaid the love you showed me with indifference. You gave me light, and I returned darkness to you.¡±
Ascal silently looked down at Eileen.
He had no choice.
The atmosphere was far too heavy. It wasn¡¯t the kind of situation where he could just say, ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it, it¡¯s no big deal.¡±
The warriors of the Lion Tribe knelt beside the saintess.
The onlookers held their breath, watching the scene unfold.
¡°I fell into desire. Greed consumed me. I left the orphanage, iming it was to atone for my sins, but in reality, I was just running away. It wasn¡¯t true repentance. I am still a sinner.¡±
Eileen¡¯s tears fell freely.
¡°Do not forgive me. Punish me, Carl.¡±
Ascal found himself in a difficult position.
She was asking for punishment. But if he delivered any kind of punishment, the men behind her (who seemed strangely familiar) might tear him apart. And honestly, he wasn¡¯t even sure what Eileen had done wrong. Truly.
In hindsight, hadn¡¯t she just been pursuing her own happiness? It wasn¡¯t like she had neglected the children in her care.
¡¸Master! Leave it to me! Just lend me your arm for a moment!¡¹
¡®Leave what to you? Hold on.¡¯
Before Ascal could react, Lightbane moved on its own, lowering toward Eileen. Decapitation wasn¡¯t the n, right?
Fortunately, Lightbane stopped at Eileen¡¯s shoulder.
¡¸Here. Now say something cool. Quickly.¡¹
¡®¡¡.¡¯
Ascal spoke.
¡°You were never a sinner. You were simply a traveler who had lost their way. Now that you¡¯ve found your path, don¡¯t lose it again. The children miss you dearly.¡±
¡°The children¡ my children¡ I¡¯m so sorry¡¡±
Ascal nced at Sirius.
Since Eileen¡¯s appearance, he had been wearing a conflicted expression, his hat pulled low over his eyes.
¡°Still, if it¡¯s necessary, I will forgive you.¡±
At that moment.
A golden light burst forth from Lightbane.
The golden light shot up into the sky, and in an instant, the sky turned dark.
¡®This is just like what happened in the Holy Kingdom¡¡¯
A halo of light began to appear, illuminating the darkness.
- Hahaha! You¡¯ve been caught in your own trap! Hoisted by your own petard!
- The scene is set. The purpose is clear. You can¡¯t refuse this time, you rascal.
- Of course, you¡¯re the hero. Mmm. Just perfectly ripe. And she¡¯s the saintess.
??******
?
This can¡¯t be happening.
Ascal whistled sharply.
Lately, Ascal had made it a habit to keep Fer close by, ready to flee at a moment¡¯s notice.
For moments just like this.
¡°Fer ! Full speed ahead, let¡¯s get out of here! Eileen, you too, hop on!¡±
-Where do you think you¡¯re running off to?!
The halo of light trembled.
If that light caught them, they would be forcibly transformed into a hero and a true saintess.
Fer soared into the sky.
But the halo of light relentlessly pursued them.
******
It was a grave mistake.
¡°¡Ascal? Where are you going without me? And who is that woman?¡±
Lia¡¯s eyes turned icy cold.
¡°Brothers, did you see that?¡±
¡°We did. The way he fled confirms it.¡±
¡°Indeed. The Saintess has led us to the truth.¡±
¡°Hahaha. Our Mazar-nim really does enjoy a good game of tag! But this time, we won¡¯t let you escape, Mazar-nim! Oh, how delightful!¡±
The warriors, with bright smiles on their faces, took off in pursuit of Ascal.
******
¡°D-d-did you see that? You saw it too, right? That¡¯s¡ that¡¯s it!!!!¡±
¡°Yes, Your Highness. It appears to be a Pegasus, a mythical creature.¡±
The Crown Prince had witnessed the sight of a Pegasus.
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Chapter 86: Pegasus Evolution!
Chapter 86: Pegasus Evolution!
"Fly, Fer! Fly!"
The Pegasus pped its wings vigorously. Behind them, a bright light was relentlessly chasing.
Being caught in that light meant you would turn into a hero.
"Hold on tight so you don¡¯t fall, Eileen!"
"Huh? Oh, okay!"
Eileen, caught in an existential crisis about how she ended up in this situation, reflexively tightened her grip around his waist at Ascal''smand.
Realizing what she had done, her face flushed red.
Ascal, oblivious or indifferent, continued to steer the Pegasus.
"Neighhh!"Having never truly flown freely due to the prying eyes of people, the Pegasus was ted to seize this rare opportunity.
It sharply turned and even toyed with the chasing light with a dazzling drift. It was an ultra-modern self-driving experience, transcending time.
And then it happened.
¡¸Wow! In my 500 years as a sword, this is the first time I''ve experienced something this dynamic! As expected of the master I chose!¡¹
Before they knew it, Lightbane had slipped into Ascal''s scabbard.
Like a cuckoo, it had pushed out the original sword and imed the scabbard for itself.
Ascal drew Lightbane.
Lightbane gleamed with a golden light.
It hurt his eyes.
To Ascal, the light felt like the unnecessarily shy LED lights on a cheapputer case.
He prepared to drop the sword.
Terrified, Lightbane trembled.
¡¸Wait, wait! Don¡¯t do that! Give me a chance! I have many useful abilities!¡¹
"Turn off that light first. You do have an off switch, right?"
¡¸Yes, I can turn it off!¡¹
The golden glow of Lightbane vanished.
¡¸In addition to the light, I can amplify your voice to be heard from a hundred leagues away! Isn¡¯t that desirable?¡¹
"What¡¯s the difference between you and a karaoke microphone?"
¡¸...And I have a hundred epic lines stored from ancient times, ready to be recited whenever needed.¡¹
"Give me an example."
¡¸Even if this sword breaks, my conviction will never falter!¡¹
Ascal prepared to drop Lightbane...
¡¸Wait, wait! Give me another chance! I can y thrilling music to enhance the excitement when you fight!¡¹
Ascal moved to drop Lightbane...
¡¸rm, rm! I can wake you up at any time you wish!¡¹
Ascal prepared to drop Lightbane...
¡¸Weaknesses, weaknesses! I know the weaknesses of countless monsters! For example, how to deal with an ogre!¡¹
"Oh? Do you know the weakness of a dragon? Like an ancient one?"
¡¸Crazy! Even for a hero, how could you expect to take down an ancient dragon...¡¹
Ascal readied to drop Lightbane...
¡¸They do have a weak points! I know the exact location! Give me a chance!¡¹
"I¡¯ll believe you. You might be useful after all."
Ascal sheathed Lightbane once more.
Lightbane breathed a genuine sigh of relief.
Had it been unlucky enough to fall into ake, it might never have seen the light of day again. Quietly, from within the scabbard, it muttered to itself.
¡¸Do ancient dragons even have a weak point? I just made that up, but it''s not like we¡¯ll ever actually run into one, right...¡¹
?****
?
"We''ve caught our breath. Well done, Fer."
"Heehing!"
Fortunately, the light seemed to have ceased its pursuit.
But there was a problem.
After flying for quite some time, they found themselves in an entirely unfamiliar ce.
The Pegasus began to descend slowly.
"Where are we?"
Eileen, feeling dizzy from the rough flight, held her head and asked.
"It looks like a remote ind."
As they descended and took a closer look around, it appeared to be a small ind in the middle of the sea. There were no signs of human habitation.
"We''re all exhausted, so let''s rest for a bit before heading back. It seems the pursuit has stopped."
"Yes..."
Eileen had gone along with the flow and ended up on the Pegasus, but now...
Her mind was a tangled mess.
¡®Why does Mr. Carl have a Pegasus? And that light¡ªit felt sacred, somehow familiar. Why were we running away from it? And where exactly is this ind? Are we really alone here? I¡¯m feeling nervous for some reason. Everyone must be worried. And earlier, I think I saw someone who looked like Sirius. I miss the kids. So, what should I be doing right now? I¡¯m hungry. No, I have to resist. I can¡¯t let my appetite win.¡¯
-Growl.
"Sounds like you''re hungry."
"No, no, it¡¯s... I mean, it¡¯s a hunger I can endure! My body just reacted on its own because I was momentarily flustered!"
Eileen hastily tried to exin, but she couldn''t hide her reddening face.
"Are you still thinking about that time?"
Ascal recalled the time he had visited Haven Orphanage¡ªno, Haven Training Center¡ªyears ago.
Back then, Eileen had...
"I¡¯m going to jump into the sea. Don¡¯t try to stop me."
"Calm down! The past is the past! I¡¯ve already forgotten about it! People are creatures that grow!"
"Really?"
"Except for belly fat."
Ascal couldn¡¯t hold back anymore.
Eileen quietly walked toward the shore, picked up arge rock, and began preparing to enter the water.
Her resolve was evident.
¡®I need to stop her.¡¯
In situations like this, it''s crucial to stay calm.
When persuading someone who seems to have given up on life, it''s important to change the subject.
For example, saying life is more beautiful than it seems or that dying like this will only make those around you sad would be the wrong approach. It would only keep their thoughts lingering on the negative.
?
The answer lies in stimting human desires.
"There are plenty of ms on the beach. Imagine roasting them over a fire until they''re perfectly cooked, then adding a squeeze of lemon¡"
"Do you have lemons with you?"
"By sheer luck, I found a few lemon trees."
It was working.
Ascal decided to press on.
"Do you like grilled fish? Freshly caught and cleaned, skewered, and grilled until the skin crisps up. The flesh inside is tender and juicy."
Eileen had lived like a monk until now.
She hadn''t touched grilled food, subsisting on small amounts of grains and fruit. It was both an act of penance and a result of trauma.
But now, Ascal''s vivid descriptions stirred Eileen''s long-dormant appetite. Desires that had been buried for so long began to surface once more.
"Is it really okay for someone like me to eat something so delicious?"
Drawing strength from his core, Ascal spoke solemnly.
"I give you permission."
-I absolve you of your sins.
"¡Thank you, oh merciful one. I promise not to waste this second chance you''ve given me."
Eileen sped her hands together and looked up at the sky in prayer.
Is this really something to pray about?
But as expected of someone often called a saint, Eileen¡¯s praying figure looked almost holy. A golden aura even seemed to shimmer around her¡
"Wait! Stop praying!"
The prayers of someone with divine power can summon a deity.
In this case, it was like holding a lightning rod and dancing in the middle of a thunderstorm, drawing attention to their location.
The sky grew dark.
¡®Just as I feared¡¡¯
-Found you.
The sound ofughter from the light seemed to echo in the air.
Ascal resigned himself to the situation and closed his eyes tightly.
But then, at that very moment¡
Sensing its master''s peril, Fer began charging toward them at full speed.
-Just be a hero quietly! Wait, what¡¯s this horse doing!
As a golden bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, Fer soared into the air.
"Fer!"
Fer, taking the lightning in ce of its master, convulsed before beginning to glow with a radiant golden light.
¡¸This can¡¯t be! That¡¯s the Pegasus of all Pegasi from ancient myths! A Golden Pegasus!¡¹
Unable to contain itself, Lightbane burst out of the scabbard, making a huge fuss.
"Heehing¡"
Fer, now drained of strength, copsed to the ground.
Ascal rushed over.
Forget the Golden Pegasus for now¡ªFer¡¯s condition was what mattered.
Thankfully, Fer didn¡¯t seem to have sustained any serious injuries.
The only difference was that its fur, eyes, and especially its wings had transformed into a magnificent golden hue.
Ascal pulled a carrot from his backpack and fed it to Fer.
?
Fer happily munched on the carrot, then licked Ascal''s cheek with his tongue.
"That tickles, you rascal. But thank you."
Ascal pondered the situation.
But what happens now?
-...Congrattions on bing a hero. Well, my job here is done, so I''ll be going now.
The voice sounded drained of energy. The sky gradually brightened again. Eileen, who had been deeply absorbed in prayer, opened her eyes.
Her eyes were also glowing with a golden hue. She had officially been chosen by the gods and had be a saint.
"The God of Light has given me a great mission. I am to support the hero and bring peace to this world."
"So it hase to this..."
"Carl, you truly are a hero. I feel a strong bond with you."
Eileen smiled as she approached. Her golden eyes gazed at Ascal, but then she blinked in confusion.
"Huh?"
"Just as I thought. Fer,e here."
"Heeing!"
Eileen''s eyes widened when she saw Fer, now a Golden Pegasus.
"Then... does that mean this horse is...?"
"Yes. From now on, Fer is not just a Pegasus, but a heroic steed. It was a truly noble sacrifice."
Ascal patted Fer''s head. Fer purred contentedly.
"Does this mean that instead of me riding Fer, Fer and the saint should be riding me?"
Eileen was momentarily thrown into confusion but quicklyposed herself.
"No, Carl. You are the hero. Just as a sword bears no sin for striking down an opponent, the me does not lie with the weapon. You are Fer''s master, so you are the hero."
"Wait a minute, but a sword is just a tool, while Fer has intelligence!"
"You are the hero."
This was bad. Ascal began to sweat. There seemed to be no reasoning with her. This is why people with deep faith can be so intimidating.
"In the end, it seems we were destined for this. Everything is as fate has guided... Carl, I am grateful that you are my fated one. Hehehe."
It seemed she had awakened to something strange. Now he had one more person to escape from.
"First, let''s satisfy our hunger, and then we''ll head back to the capital."
Ascal headed to the shore to gather ms and fish. What he saw there was beyond belief.
In the distance, on the horizon, something was visible.
People.
Hundreds of people were swimming across the sea.
It was a mad sight.
And there were only a few groups capable of such madness.
¡®The Lion Tribe!¡¯
Yes.
The Lion Tribe had braved this vast distance, crossing like iron men, to follow their god.
And their faces bore smiles.
"Mazar-nim! Atst, we havee as promised! Your faithful followers!"
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Chapter 87: Shall We Take a Hit?
Chapter 87: Shall We Take a Hit?
Fear gripped the air.
The sight of a hundred men swimming across the ocean was something difficult to put into words.
If one had to describe it, they looked like a horde of zombies who had just discovered how to swim.
What on earth did ¡°Mazar¡± mean to them, for them to do something so insane?
¡°Mazar-nim!¡±
¡°Mazar-nim!¡±
¡°Mazar-nim!!¡±
With battle cries, a hundred warriors of the Lion Tribe were closing in on the ind.
Then, suddenly.A massive wave swallowed the warriors whole. The warriors disappeared entirely from view.
¡°It¡¯s dangerous!¡±
Eileen rushed to the shore, but there was nothing she could do.
No.
There was no need to help in the first ce.
A wave like that could never defeat the Lion Tribe warriors.
¡°Hahaha! That feels refreshing!¡±
¡°No need to wash my hair today!¡±
¡°This is fun! Come at us, waves!¡±
Not a single one of them was left behind.
Once again, the Lion Tribe warriors swam through the ocean.
This time, they safely reached the ind.
The first to set foot onnd was Vadim, the chief of the tribe.
¡°I trust you are well, Saintess. And... we finally meet, Mazar-nim.¡±
As soon as Vadim saw Ascal, he knelt down.
A piece of seaweed slipped from his head. Vadim picked it up and chewed on it.
¡°Salty.¡±
Ascal was at a loss for words.
Long ago, in a vige in the Erindale territory, he had inadvertently helped the Lion Tribe.
Back then, the Lion Tribe consisted of dying elders and people who had lost the will to live. Now, they were nothing short of indomitable warriors.
¡°Rodem, warrior of the Lion Tribe, greets Mazar-nim.¡±
One by one, the Lion Tribe warriors set foot onnd. And in the order they arrived, they knelt before Ascal.
¡°Jake, warrior of the Lion Tribe, greets Mazar-nim.¡±
¡°Sendel, warrior of the Lion Tribe, greets Mazar-nim.¡±
¡°Sobin, warrior of the Lion Tribe, greets Mazar-nim.¡±
¡°Jeck, warrior of the Lion Tribe, greets Mazar-nim.¡±
This could go on forever.
Ascal drew Lightbane.
¡°Enough.¡±
Lightbane, quick to catch on, activated its amplification mode. Ascal¡¯s voice took on a divine tone.
¡°I am not the Mazar-nim you speak of; I am but an ordinary human.¡±
It was important to clear up this misunderstanding right away.
¡°Of course, you are. You descended among us as a mere human to be with us.¡±
Vadim smiled.
¡°Would you show us the symbol, Mazar-nim?¡±
¡°Symbol?¡±
Ascal suddenly recalled the lion¡¯s tooth ne the vige chief had given him a long time ago. Naturally, he had tossed it aside and forgotten about it.
A brilliant idea crossed Ascal¡¯s mind, and he smiled.
¡°Oh dear, I don¡¯t have the symbol. In that case, I must not be Mazar-nim, right?¡±
¡°Hahaha! Mazar-nim, that¡¯s a good joke. The symbol is merely a token, not of real importance. What truly matters is the belief in our hearts.¡±
Vadim lightly tapped his chest with his fist.
¡°However, if it bothers you, Mazar-nim, I, Vadim, will take it upon myself to craft a new symbol for you personally.¡±
And Vadim Tried to Extract a Tooth from the Lion Pelt He Was Wearing
¡°Wait. Let me look for it first.¡±
Ascal rummaged through the backpack tied to Fer.
¡®There¡¯s no way it¡¯s¡ Why is it here?¡¯
He felt something hard in his hand.
Ascal pulled it out immediately. It was the lion tooth ne.
¡°Oh, as expected! Mazar-nim, please wear the symbol, so that everyone can see!¡±
No matter how much he tried to exin that he wasn¡¯t Mazar-nim, it seemed it wouldn¡¯t make a difference.
In the end, Ascal gave up and quietly put on the ne.
¡°Mazar-nim!¡±
¡°Mazar-nim!¡±
The Lion Tribe warriors eximed in awe.
Vadim, with a face full of emotion, spoke:
¡°Atst, the legend begins. The moment Mazar-nim wears his symbol, the warriors will embark on an unbelievable adventure that will be remembered in history forever.¡±
¡°Our names will be etched in history!¡±
¡°Oh, we will dedicate all this glory to Mazar-nim!¡±
What on earth was so special about this lion tooth ne?
¡°Now, lead us, Mazar-nim.¡±
Ascal, who had suddenly gained a hundred fanatics, naturally thought of this.
If he took them along for the dragon raid, they would be of tremendous help.
¡®With just one word, they¡¯d dly sacrifice their lives.¡¯
But.
How was that different from pushing these ignorant people into a death trap? Technically, they were a foreign tribe. They had no obligation to protect the Empire. If anything, they should despise it.
After reaching that conclusion, Ascal decided to send the Lion Tribe warriors back to their homnd.
¡°List¡ª¡±
At that moment.
The lion tooth ne began to glow.
And then, a slow, deliberate voice echoed in Ascal¡¯s mind.
¡¸Help¡ me¡ please¡¡¹
It was strangely in anothernguage, but somehow the meaning was clear.
¡°Who are you? Where are you?¡±
¡¸Under¡ here¡¡¹
¡°Under?¡±
Puzzled, Ascal looked down. Of course, all he saw was the ground. Ascal furrowed his brow.
¡°Whoever you are, if you don¡¯t show yourself, I can¡¯t help you.¡±
¡¸You¡ see¡ me¡ already¡ this is¡ tiresome¡ fine¡¡¹
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The ground began to shake violently.
It was an earthquake.
Ascal was caught off guard.
On the contrary, the expressions of the Lion Tribe warriors were more like, ¡®Ah! Finally, it¡¯s beginning.¡¯
¡°The ground is moving! No, it¡¯s rising!¡±
Eileen shouted.
¡°Eileen! Grab onto something, don¡¯t fall!¡±
The warriors were already in a perfect stance, legs spread wide, maintaining bnce without a hint of wavering.
Finally, the earthquake stopped.
¡®Is that¡ a giant turtle¡¯s head¡?¡¯
And then Ascal realized.
The entire ind was the back of a massive turtle.
¡¸This is¡ unbelievable, it was here all along. The celestial sea turtle that I thought had vanished¡¡¹
Lightbane murmured in pure admiration.
¡¸To see the celestial sea turtle in person after the golden Pegasus¡ I must say, choosing you as my master was the best decision of my life. I feel like shedding non-existent tears.¡¹
Before Ascal could regain hisposure, the slow voice spoke again.
¡¸Now¡ then¡ help¡ me¡¡¹
A mythical creature.
The celestial sea turtle.
The scale was on an entirely different level.
Ascal had gone through countless unbelievable events before, but this one had just set a new record.
Ascal spoke with a sense of helplessness.
¡°What should I do to help? Do you need me to scratch your back?¡±
¡¸Exactly¡ that¡ those who¡ have been¡ tormenting me¡ for so long¡ get rid of them¡ it¡¯s driving me crazy¡¡¹
¡°Where are they? And could you speak a bit faster? You¡¯re testing my patience.¡±
¡¸On my shell¡ to the right¡ below¡¡¹
¡°You¡¯ve put in some effort. I can¡¯t promise anything, but I¡¯ll check it out.¡±
¡¸Thank you¡ I will¡ repay you¡¡¹
A giant turtle asking for help with an itch¡ªit was quite an interesting situation.
Ascal thought of barnacles.
?Sometimes, when people catch a turtle, they use a knife to scrape off the barnacles stuck to its shell. It¡¯s a grotesque task, but oddly satisfying.
¡°You spoke with him, Mazar-nim?¡±
Vadim asked, his eyes gleaming as he maintained his wide-legged, battle-ready stance.
¡°What did he say? What grand adventure awaits us?¡±
Ascal answered inly.
¡°He said his back itches, and he wants us to take care of it.¡±
*****
A hundred warriors, along with Eileen, Fer, and Ascal, made their way to the southeast side of the ind.
They sustained themselves with jerky that the warriors had brought along. It was wet, but chew long enough, and it was edible.
¡°¡Normally, I wouldn¡¯t touch meat, but this time, I really have no choice. I¡¯d be a burden if I didn¡¯t replenish my strength.¡±
Eileen nibbled reluctantly at the jerky, though there was a curious look of happiness on her face as she did so.
¡°This way, Mazar-nim!¡±
The thick growth of trees and bushes obscured the path ahead, but the Lion Tribe warriors cleared the way, slicing through obstacles with their knives.
Thanks to them, it was easy to follow.
¡°As expected of a true hero, or rather, a saint. Even though it¡¯s just a turtle, you won¡¯t abandon a creature in need.¡±
Ascal scratched his head at Eileen¡¯s praise.
¡°Well, that¡¯s not exactly why. With so many people here, leaving the ind will require quite a bit of preparation¡ªlike building a boat or gathering supplies. Getting the giant turtle¡¯s cooperation is the easiest solution.¡±
If it were just him and Eileen, they could simply ride on Fer and leave.
But with the Lion Tribe warriors in tow, they needed a way to transport everyone.
He couldn¡¯t exactly ask them to swim that far again.
Though, he had a feeling they¡¯d actually do it if he did.
¡°You think that far ahead¡ Truly, you are a hero. I¡¯m impressed.¡±
¡°Is there anything I say that won¡¯t result in praise?¡±
Once someone has rose-tinted sses on, there¡¯s no getting through to them.
Ascal sighed quietly.
¡®She¡¯d probably believe me if I said I found a hot spring in the desert.¡¯
At that moment, Fer let out a cry, as if he had spotted something in the distance. Ascal climbed onto Fer¡¯s back, and Fer took to the skies.
From above, Ascal surveyed the ind.
Something started toe into view.
¡°A rabbit¡ but it¡¯s a bit too big for a rabbit. And it¡¯s¡ smoking something?¡±
Lightbane provided some context.
¡¸That must be a Tharok, a species thought to be extinct. I didn¡¯t expect a few of them to still be around here. But were they really the ones bothering the celestial sea turtle? That seems a bit odd.¡¹
The Tharok, having noticed Fer flying overhead, perked up their long ears.
Then, they began to hop up and down on the spot. ording to rabbit behavior, this was a sign that they were in a good mood.
Ascal descended to the ground.
The Tharok didn¡¯t seem particrly hostile. However, Ascal approached them slowly, ready to retreat if necessary.
As he got closer, he realized what the Tharok were up to.
Most of them were lounging around, inhaling smoke, while a few asionally twitched as if in reaction to something.
¡¸That¡¯s dreamweed smoke. It was popr ages ago, but it disappeared when the dreamweed nt went extinct.¡¹
One of the Tharok, who had locked eyes with Ascal, hopped curiously over to him. With its fluffy front paws, it handed something to Ascal.
¡°Tharok nushaan galek?¡±
It was anguage Ascal had never heard before.
Yet, somehow, he knew exactly what it meant.
It was offering him a hit.
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Chapter 88: Split in Two
Chapter 88: Split in Two
The Empire was in the midst of celebration.
A hero had appeared.
His name was Carl, and as soon as he pulled out the legendary sword, Lightbane, he set off on an adventure riding a Pegasus.
Alongside the warriors of the Lion Tribe and the golden saintess.
The impact was immense.
The first to react was the theater scene.
While ¡®The Prince of Night¡¯ was still drawing in crowds, whispers began to surface:
"Everywhere you go, it''s ¡®The Prince of Night¡¯, ¡®The Prince of Night¡¯. I want to see something else for a change."
Trends change quickly. Theater owners, quick to catch on, began hounding their ywrights.
And before long, one theater put on a y about ¡®The Hero on Pegasus.¡¯
It was a massive hit.
One by one, every theater reced ¡®The Prince of Night¡¯ with ¡®The Hero on Pegasus¡¯ as their main show.
It even made headlines:
¡ô The Light That Pierces the Darkness: The Hero Who Finally Ends the Reign of ¡®The Prince of Night¡¯.
But not everyone was happy about this shift.
¡°Hah. What''s so great about this hero anyway? ¡®The Prince of Night¡¯ is way cooler. The public is just full of idiots.¡±
¡°Uh, Seri? ¡®The Prince of Night¡¯ is good, but maybe we should start putting on ¡®The Hero on Pegasus¡¯. Our sales are dropping¡¡±
¡°Go ahead.¡±
¡°Re-Really?¡±
¡°I won¡¯t be around for it, though.¡±
Crunch.
Seri Lavione, the star actress of the Golden Theater, crumpled the Empire''s newspaper in her hand.
The theater owner broke out in a cold sweat.
''Darling, just watch. I¡¯ll protect you until the very end.''
Serena made up her mind firmly.
It wasn¡¯t long after that she heard the news of Ascal and Lia Cinus¡¯ romantic involvement.
****
In the Crown Prince¡¯s office.
¡°Yulia. You look like your spirit has left you. What¡¯s going on?¡±
The hero¡¯s arrival was good news.
But the Crown Prince couldn¡¯t simply cheer alongside themon folk.
For the sake of the Empire, he had to weigh every gain and loss.
And to discuss that, he summoned his younger sister, Yulia, to his office.
After all, she had been present when the hero pulled the sword.
¡°Hey.¡±
Kain waved his hand yfully in front of Yulia¡¯s face.
¡°¡Ah. Yes, brother.¡±
Recently, Yulia had been acting strangely.
The Yulia Kain knew was always calm and wise. A bit scary at times, but steady.
But now, she seemed more like a girl in love.
Somehow, she even seemed to care more about her appearance, wearing essories she never used to.
Even now, she would sometimes stare quietly out the window and let out a long sigh.
"Do you have any guesses about the hero''s true identity?"
"I''m not sure."
"He seems like someone who fell from the sky. Other than his name, ¡®Carl¡¯, nothing else is known."
Of course, that was only natural.
Because the person known as Carl didn''t exist.
"But I''ve heard that someone saw you and this Carl figure getting quite close."
The Crown Prince''s eyes sharpened.
This was the reason he had called Yulia to his office.
Yulia had some sort of connection with the hero, Carl.
But exactly what that connection was remained unclear.
"Is he perhaps... your boyfriend?"
"Pfft¡ª!"
Yulia spewed the tea she had been drinking, and the Crown Prince wiped his face with a handkerchief.
"N-No, of course not."
"Well, I guess not. The hero left riding a Pegasus with the saintess after all. That makes it rather unlikely."
Crack.
The teacup in Yulia''s hand cracked.
That''s right.
When Ascal fled from the Light, he had seated the saintess behind him on his Pegasus, leaving Yulia behind.
Of course, Ascal had acted knowing that in the Light, one bes both a hero and a saintess. But regardless of the reasoning, Yulia couldn¡¯t help but feel...
-You want to imprison him, don¡¯t you?
The instinct of a tyrant stirred deep within her.
¡®Ascal. You terrible person.¡¯
She repeated his name in her mind.
How long had they even been together before he ran off with another woman? That Eileen, the saintess¡ªshe was quite pretty.
¡®Could it be that he prefers blondes? But I¡¯m blonde, too¡¡¯
For now, Yulia forced herself to calm down.
"Speaking of which, Ascal is still missing, isn''t he? It''s strange. They said he went for military training, but Ascal wasn''t there."
The rumor about Ascal, the Minister of Evaluations, going for military training was well-known throughout the Empire.
A report had been misdelivered, but the story was that Ascal had voluntarily joined the training to set a good example.
"No way!"
"...Have you realized it, brother?"
Carl = Ascal.
Even their names were a little simr.
It was a truth that the astute Crown Prince would quickly grasp.
However¡ª
"Did he flee the Empire again? I guess we''ll have to bring him back."
"..."
There were only two people officially recognized by the Empire for deserting: Ascal and Bernstein.
Both men worked tirelessly without vacations, and when their stress reached its peak, they would escape. The Emperor¡¯s hounds would then fetch them at an appropriate time.
It had be a familiar annual event.
"For now... we¡¯ll keep an eye on the hero who seems to have vanished into the sky, and Ascal must be well-rested by now, so we should bring him back too."
"Brother."
"Hm?"
"I¡¯ll go with them. To capture Ascal."
"Uh, right. Sure."
?
?The Crown Prince felt a shiver run down his spine. Yulia¡¯s eyes had grown cold.
And so, Yulia set off with Arthur, the leader of the Emperor¡¯s hounds, to capture Ascal.
The silence was palpable.
Left alone, the Crown Prince gazed up at the ceiling. Then, he spoke his true desire aloud.
"I want to steal that Pegasus."
The Crown Prince wanted to gallop across the ins.
****
Though he''d heard stories of tigers smoking pipes, he''d never heard of a rabbit doing the same.
Ascal pondered seriously.
Should he ept the smokegrass offered by the Rabbit Tribe or not?
¡¸It¡¯s mostly harmless, aside from making your body feel a bit drowsy. It¡¯s actually quite mild.¡¹
¡°Well, considering the pipe I usually smoke is far more harmful, I guess this isn¡¯t so bad.¡±
Just as Ascal epted the smokegrass, he heard thunderous footsteps behind him.
The warriors of the Lion Tribe had arrived.
¡°Monsters are threatening Mazar-nim! Protect Mazar-nim!¡±
As soon as Vadim spotted the Rabbit Tribe member near Ascal, his eyes zed with fury.
¡°Wait! Everyone, halt!¡±
In an instant, a massacre of the rabbits was about to unfold.
Ascal, holding Lightbane, shouted.
¡°They have done nothing to harm me yet. Everyone, calm down.¡±
At Ascal''smand, the Lion Tribe warriors froze in ce.
It was a relief that they listened well.
¡°These giant, bipedal rabbits... could they be the Rabbit Tribe, thought to be extinct?¡±
Eileen took a step forward, curiosity in her voice.
The Rabbit Tribe member tilted its head.
¡°They''re... adorable...¡±
Instinctively, Eileen reached out to pet the rabbit.
And the rabbit bit her hand.
¡°Ow!¡±
¡°The saintess! These are wicked creatures indeed! We must exterminate them immediately!¡±
¡°No, no, it was my fault. I was rude.¡±
Eileen then turned to look at Ascal.
¡°Do you really think these creatures harassed the giant tortoise? As far as I know, the Rabbit Tribe wasn¡¯t a malicious group¡¡±
¡°That¡¯s what we¡¯re about to find out.¡±
The Rabbit Tribe members looked wary.
There were so many humans around, and one of them had rudely tried to pet them. The smoking rabbits dropped to all fours.
They were preparing for battle.
It was a tense standoff, and it seemed like a fight could break out at any moment.
¡°Just give the order, Mazar! One minute will be enough!¡± Vadim dered.
¡°You¡¯re too hasty. We need to observe a bit more. Carl!¡± Eileen countered.
With differing opinions, the decision rested with Ascal.
After a moment of thought, Ascal pulled out the smokegrass and lit it.
The Rabbit Tribe member tilted its head in confusion.
¡®Oh, this actually tastes pretty good.¡¯
As Ascal puffed on the smokegrass, an idea crossed his mind¡ªthis stuff could be a big hit in the Empire.
He exhaled a puff of smoke shaped like a donut.
The Rabbit Tribe members started murmuring in awe.
?Soon, one of the Rabbit Tribe members stepped forward as their representative.
This one was a bitrger than the others¡ªclearly the leader.
The Rabbit Tribe leader took a puff from the smokegrass, exhaled, andmented,
"A boat shape... not bad."
This opponent was no ordinary adversary.
Ascal responded by blowing out another puff of smoke, this time forming the shape of flowing waves.
The Rabbit Tribe members hopped around excitedly.
¡¸As expected of my master. To think of this strategy. Smokegrass is a sacred tradition for the Rabbit Tribe, and challenging them with it is something they can¡¯t refuse.¡¹
It was akin to walking into a house full of rappers and suddenly challenging them to a rap battle.
This was now a matter of pride for their entire tribe.
After a moment of contemtion, the Rabbit Tribe leader made his move. He exhaled a spiral-shaped swirl of smoke.
-What now, human?
His expression seemed to say.
Ascal smirked, then released his final puff of smoke.
This one was a multiyered, pulsing heart shape.
Its name? Dragon Heart¨D¨D¨D
With that, the Rabbit Tribe leader dropped to his knees.
He had epted defeat.
¡°...In all my life, I¡¯ve never witnessed such a ridiculous¡ªno, unique¡ªduel.¡±
Cough, cough!
Ascal chuckled to himself.
¡®Muggles¡¡¯
Unlike these humans, whocked taste, the Rabbit Tribe¡ªtrue connoisseurs of art¡ªbegan hopping wildly in ce. It was their way of showing the highest form of respect.
****
¡¸ The Tortoise said that? But we did nothing wrong... All we did was peacefully smoke some smokegrass...
That¡¯s what they¡¯re saying, master,¡¹ tranted Lightbane.
Now that Ascal had earned the Rabbit Tribe¡¯s trust, they were able to converse more freely.
¡°So you have no clue who might be responsible?¡±
¡¸ ...If it¡¯s you, I¡¯ll tell.¡¹
The Rabbit Tribe leader¡¯s eyes turned serious.
He tapped his front paws on the ground.
¡¸ There¡¯s something far more terrifying on this ind besides us. A giant creature that devours our kin!¡¹
¡°A giant creature?¡±
The Rabbit Tribe leader pressed his long ears against the ground.
¡¸When you listen carefully to the earth, you can hear it... even now... the sound of that monster moving... Ohh?¡¹
Suddenly, the leader''s expression turned grim.
¡¸ Why is the sound growing louder? It''s getting closer. Danger! We¡¯re in danger!¡¹
Rumble!
¡°Everyone, get off the ground!¡±
Ascal shouted.
From the ground, a massive worm burst forth.
And in an instant, it snatched the Rabbit Tribe leader into its mouth.
Gulp¡ª
¡®Damn it.¡¯
Ascal quickly surveyed the area.
Thankfully, everyone else had already evacuated.
¡¸The monster that devours mountains! The Great Worm, also known as Shiksangwi! This must be the creature that¡¯s been tormenting the giant tortoise!¡¹
With a beast that size tunneling beneath it, it was no wonder the giant tortoise had been suffering.
¡°Just give the word, Mazar-nim!¡±
The warriors stood ready.
Lightbane hummed with energy.
¡¸Master! Now is the time for us to shine! Draw me!¡¹
Ascal unsheathed Lightbane.
The de gleamed brilliantly.
¡¸I have another power! My strength grows based on your aplishments! Let me review your feats!¡¹
Slowly, the de began to glow a golden hue.
¡¸As expected of my master! You¡¯ve aplished enough to evolve me to the next stage¡ªStage 2!¡¹
A new emblem appeared on Lightbane¡¯s hilt.
¡¸Amazing! This is triggering further evolution! I¡¯ll now ascend to Stage 3, matching the power of the legendary heroes before you!¡¹
Runes began to engrave themselves onto the de.
¡¸Wait, hold on! How many aplishments do you have? Why is the list so long? Aaaaah! I¡¯m evolving to the final stage!¡¹
A golden aura enveloped Lightbane''s de.
But the evolution didn¡¯t stop there.
¡¸No, no, I can¡¯t take anymore! I¡¯m losing myself! I¡¯m bing something else! Stop it, stop it!¡¹
And then Lightbane¡¯s voice fell silent.
It had started evolving on its own, pushing beyond the final stage to some unknown, bizarre level.
Ascal, left with no other choice, decided to swing the now-transformed Lightbane experimentally.
And then¡ª
A massive wave of light erupted from the sword, soaring into the sky.
¡°What the hell is happening?!¡±
Then¡ª
Boom!
A colossal shockwave swept across the battlefield, striking the Great Worm.
The Great Worm was instantly split in half.
¡°......¡±
Everyone stood speechless.
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Chapter 89: The Moving Island of the Celestial Turtle
It happened just now.
I drew the Lightbane.
It started evolving on its own.
I swung the sword as a test.
Result: The Great Wyrm was split in half.
¡®Why¡?¡¯
Ascal stared down at the Lightbane in silence.
It was no longer a sword¡ªit was more like a flickering mass of light.
Cold sweat ran down Ascal¡¯s back.It felt as though he was holding the switch to a nuclear bomb in his hand.
¡°Mazar-nim! Just what are you?¡±
¡°Praise be, our light, our guide, our god! From now on, we are one with Mazar-nim!¡±
¡°My sword¡ my champion.¡±
The lion tribe warriors, who had missed their chance to act, blew their horns with their surplus strength.
Bwooooo¨D¨D
Bwooooo¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D¨D
Everyone was in a festive mood.
But Ascal was still fixated on the Lightbane.
¡®How do I turn this thing off?¡¯
Lightbane was still emitting its radiant glow. At this rate, he couldn¡¯t even sheathe it. In fact, the light had grown even stronger, possibly because his feat of defeating the Great Wyrm had been added to his achievements.
He came up with an idea.
Ascal decided to nt Lightbane into the ground.
The sword slid in as easily as slicing through tofu.
Because of its length, it took quite a while to embed it fully.
¡®What if I end up stabbing the giant turtle?¡¯
Just as that thought crossed his mind...
His bone ne began to vibrate.
¡¸Ooh¡ yes¡ so refreshing¡ it was so itchy¡ just a little¡ to the right¡ more¡¡¹
The voice of the Celestial Turtle echoed in Ascal¡¯s head.
Ascal pulled out the Lightbane.
Then, following the turtle¡¯s instructions, he drove the Lightbane deeper into the ground, a little to the right.
¡¸Good¡ just a bit more¡ Ahh¡¡¹
The Celestial Turtle sounded pleased.
Ascal recalled the time he received a massage from the Cat tribe.
He began to move the hilt of Lightbane around, adjusting it for more stimtion.
The response was immediate.
¡¸Ugh¡ Ahh¡ right there¡ yes¡ paradise¡ absolute bliss¡ I''m so d to be alive¡¡¹
Ascal felt a sense of satisfaction.
¡°If the customer is satisfied, then I¡¯m happy as well.¡±
He continued to shift the Lightbane around.
Ssssk¨D¨D Sssk¨D¨D
Was this what Laika felt when she gave me a massage?
¡®I could consider a career in massage therapy after I retire.¡¯
Rumble¨D¨D
Just then, the ind began to shake.
The giant turtle, having its itch relieved, was so satisfied that it began to express its joy.
The Earth Tribe members hugged each other, trembling. Their folded ears twitched.
The lion tribe warriors braced themselves.
¡°Another earthquake! Everyone, hold on!¡±
But this time, it was different.
Psshhh¨D¨D
¡°Water?¡±
The shaking stopped.
Then, a massive stream of water shot up from the center of the ind.
It was like a whale spouting water into the air.
¡°Ohhh, that''s Celestial Water. The kind that only sprays when the Celestial Turtle is deeply pleased.¡±
¡°Captain, you¡¯re alive?¡±
¡°Thankfully, I escaped before getting digested. Thought I was a goner.¡±
The captain of the Earth Tribe crawled out from the bisected Great Wyrm.
It seemed he had narrowly avoided the sword''s blow. Lucky.
Wiping his dirty face with a dry hand, the Earth Tribe captain jumped up when he saw Ascal.
¡°Thank you. Not only for saving me, but for ridding us of that worm. We¡¯re free now. You are a benefactor to our people.¡±
¡°With you, we will supply an endless amount of Yonmu Grass.¡±
¡°And one day, we¡¯ll have that smoke contest again. It was quite something.¡±
The Earth Tribe members, who had been hopping with joy, began to circle Ascal, spinning around him in what could only be described as a dance of gratitude.
¡°Of course,¡±
Ascal responded instinctively, but something felt odd.
Without Lightbane¡¯s trantion, he was now understanding the Earth Tribe¡¯snguage as if he were a native speaker.
Ascal let go of the hilt for a moment.
¡°Tubad naan gka.¡±
Indeed.
It seemed the evolved Lightbane could now trante automatically, just by holding it.
¡®Is this not a cheat item?¡¯
Lightbane, now free of even the noisy voices, was a wless artifact¡ªif only Ascal could figure out how to turn off its light.
¡®I could probably take down an Elder Dragon with this.¡¯
For the first time, Ascal felt confident about raiding the Elder Dragon.
In the end, the question wasn¡¯t whether or not he could kill the dragon. The real issue was how much sacrifice it would take.
Even if they managed to defeat the dragon, if he¡ªor worse, Lia¡ªdied, it would all be meaningless.
But with Lightbane in hand...
Maybe, just maybe, they could take down the Elder Dragon without any casualties.
With renewed hope, Ascal boldly pulled the Lightbane from the ground.
Sssssk¨D¨D
¡¸Calcting user¡¯s achievements. Current achievement ranking is 2nd among humanoid life forms on the continent. The gap between 1st and 2nd ce is very small. Additionally, your ranking in The Greatest Of All Time is 13th.¡¹
Lightbane¡¯s voice rang in Ascal¡¯s ears.
It wasn¡¯t the usual boisterous tone. This time, the voice was calm, almost divine, like a weather announcer.
Could it be true that its consciousness had evolved?
¡¸However, despite your achievements, your body is far too weak. While yourtent abilities are sufficient, the quality of your physical form iscking. Thus, your body¡¯s ranking has fallen out of the charts. It is rmended that you train your basic physical endurance.¡¹
The transcendent Lightbane even had a built-in bodyposition analysis feature.
¡¸Since further use would put excessive strain on your body, I will forcibly shut down. Disabling pain suppression mode. Please brace for impact.¡¹
The light from Lightbane flickered out.
It returned to being a simple, albeit radiant, sword.
But that wasn¡¯t all that came back.
¡¸Did you miss me, master!?¡¹
¡°It¡¯s you again¡ huh?¡±
As Ascal sighed, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a crushing fatigue, the kind thates from working overtime for a week on just three hours of sleep.
Ascal¡¯s vision blurred.
What he saw was...
?
A worried Eileen, the lion tribe warriors rushing over, and the Earth Tribe members cushioning his fall as he copsed.
Ascal couldn¡¯t help but think to himself, ¡®At least I¡¯m loved.¡¯
¡°Carl! Carl!¡±
¡°Mazar-nim¡ª! Drink my blood!¡±
Ascal responded onest time.
¡°What blood type are you...¡±
****
Whooosh¨D¨D
The soothing sound of waves could be heard.
Though it was a scene that would calm most people, Arthur Debrue¡¯s insides were churning with anxiety.
In the Empire, there are unofficial organizations¡ªones that other countries might say, ¡®We have no knowledge of that¡¯.
The most notorious among them was the Imperial Special Forces, also known as the Emperor¡¯s Hound.
Once, they were feared.
They kidnapped or tortured officials and nobles who held grievances against the Empire, spreading rumors and strengthening the Emperor''s¡ªno, the corrupt ministers''¡ªpower.
But that was a thing of the past.
Now, the Special Forces were mockingly called the Crown Prince''s Hide-and-Seek Squad.
The reason was simple.
They actually spent their time ying hide-and-seek.
Mostly with Ascal and Bernstein.
And now...
¡°Hm. We¡¯re screwed.¡±
The currentmander of the Imperial Special Forces, Arthur Debrue, muttered to himself.
It looked like, for the first time, they would fail their mission.
Which meant¡ a cut to his paycheck.
Staring out at the ocean naturally made him reminisce.
After winning the jousting tournament...
Arthur had been offered the position ofmander of the Imperial Special Forces.
At first, he nned to decline.
"Isn¡¯t that the group that tortures and captures people? Doesn¡¯t sound appealing to me."
The Crown Prince hadughed at his words.
"Why would we need to capture innocent people? Oh, but of course, there are some we must capture. And they are... well..."
****
¡°Where have you disappeared to, my son¡ I miss you.¡±
The difficulty level had certainly ramped up recently.
If before it had been easy mode, now it felt more like hard mode.
Bernstein kept inventing new gadgets, bing more and more cunning with his hiding spots, and Ascal had a knack for vanishing into the most random ces.
Bzzzzt¡ª
¡°Commander, the tracker shows the direction is toward the ocean.¡±
The Ascal-exclusive tracker¡ªan enhanced magic stone¡ªwas pointing out to sea.
¡°Has he gone to the Dragon King¡¯s pce?¡±
¡°With Ascal, that¡¯s not entirely impossible. Shall we use underwater breathing magic to search for him?¡±
Yulia responded earnestly to Arthur''s joke.
¡°¡I¡¯d rather you didn¡¯t, Your Highness.¡±
But he understood her reasoning.
?
Yulia¡¯s insides were burning with worry, even more so than Arthur¡¯s, to the point where she took every joke seriously.
And for good reason.
¡°Is it true what you said? That you¡¯re dating my son?¡± Arthur spoke quietly, only loud enough for Yulia to hear.
When Yulia first joined the squad, Arthur had tried to dissuade her. Pursuing targets was tedious, involving rough terrains and sometimes even camping out in the wild. It wasn¡¯t something a princess should be doing.
But Yulia had convinced Arthur with just one sentence.
"That man, he''s my boyfriend. It¡¯s still a secret."
Ever since she started dating Ascal, Yulia had been holding back her desire to proudly tell the world. She figured it would be more appropriate to reveal it after they defeated the Elder Dragon.
But if it was his father, wouldn¡¯t that be okay?
¡°Yes¡¡± Yulia¡¯s ears turned slightly red.
¡°So, your boyfriend ditched you and disappeared with another woman?¡±
He exined the situation.
She needed someone to talk to, and Arthur was the perfect confidant.
¡°Yes¡ Eileen, the former head of Haven Traing Center, now called the Saintess. You must have heard of her.¡±
¡°Hm. I think I¡¯ve seen her from a distance before.¡±
Arthur recalled Eileen. Back in the day, she frequently traveled for her duties as headmistress.
¡°Don¡¯t worry too much. Compared to Eileen, the princess is much more beautiful, isn¡¯t she?¡±
¡°Is that¡ really true?¡±
If someone else had said that, Yulia wouldn¡¯t have thought much of it.
Buting from her boyfriend¡¯s father?
It carried significant weight.
Yulia¡¯s mood lightened, and her standing with her future father-inw improved significantly.
¡®At least Ascal doesn¡¯t have a thing for plump women¡¡¯
Of course, the Eileen Arthur remembered was the headmistress, not the saintess.
¡°Let¡¯s head back.¡±
¡°...Are you sure?¡±
¡°That boy wille back eventually. He hates taking responsibility, but he¡¯s not the type to abandon it. You still need to take down that giant lizard, don¡¯t you?¡±
¡°Yes. You agreed to help us.¡±
Part of Yulia¡¯s discussion with Arthur had involved the Elder Dragon.
Arthur Debrue was closest to the rank of Swordmaster. Not quite a grandmaster, but probably at the level of a ¡°Swordmaster.¡±
That¡¯s why his help was necessary.
¡°I¡¯m looking forward to it.¡±
At his core, Arthur was a warrior.
Even now, he often reminisced about his battles with the Northern Grand Duke before going to sleep.
And then...
¡®Back then, I should¡¯ve moved right, taken a breath, and aimed for the lower strike.¡¯
Even now, he would asionally wake up in bed, regretting his past decisions.
¡®But brother, you never faced an Elder Dragon, did you?¡¯
Arthur smirked.
This is why a person should y in bigger waters.
See? By staying cooped up in the North, he had missed out on a massive event like the Elder Dragon Raid.
¡®I should get back to training. I¡¯ll need a sturdier sword, and hmm, what¡¯s resistant to mes?¡¯
As Arthur was about to leave the beach...
¡°Commander! A turtle the size of an ind ising this way!¡±
¡°What kind of nonsense about a frog pooping gems is that?¡±
Arthur turned around at his subordinate¡¯s words.
And then.
¡°Well, I guess if there are gem-pooping frogs, a turtle that size could exist too.¡±
It was simply enormous.
Larger than the Frost Giants he had seen in the North, a giant turtle with an ind on its back was swimming toward them.
It was a scene out of myth, defying all logic.
Bzzzt¡ª
¡°The tracker¡¯s signal is getting stronger!¡±
¡°Should we retreat? We don¡¯t know what that creature is! It could be hostile!¡±
¡°But the signal for Count Erindale is nearby! Commander! Your orders!¡±
The subordinates began to panic.
It was natural to lose one¡¯sposure when faced with something beyond imagination.
But Arthur was used to this by now. It wasn¡¯t the first time Ascal had caused such chaos.
¡°Everyone, prepare to wee him.¡±
Arthur ced his hand on the hilt of his sword and smiled.
¡°Count Erindale ising to us.¡±
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Chapter 90: Have I Been Found Out?
Ascal had a dream.
For some reason, Yulia was crying in front of him.
It was as if she was facing someone who was about to die.
¡°Don¡¯t go¡ Don¡¯t leave me behind. Ascal, if you¡¯re not here, what am I supposed to do?¡±
Tears fell from her beautiful face,
but theynded in an unfortunate spot.
Ascal could taste the slight saltiness on his lips.
¡°Lia¡¡±
¡°Are you¡ are you conscious? Yes, keep talking. Don¡¯t lose consciousness.¡±Yulia shook his shoulders.
Ascal felt a little dizzy.
Her face was so serious, and he suddenly felt the urge to tease her.
He poked her cheek with his fingertip.
¡°You¡¯ve got hair stuck to your cheek.¡±
¡°This¡ This isn¡¯t the time to joke around! No, seriously, where else is my hair stuck?¡±
She looked like she was about to crumble any second.
Ascal didn¡¯t like seeing her like that.
He sat up.
His body felt strangely uncooperative, but there was one thing he could do.
¡°Here.¡±
He felt her warm, soft lips against his.
Yulia, who had been panicking, soon closed her eyes.
For a dream, it felt strangely real.
When Yulia opened her eyes, she spoke.
¡°At the very end, only at the very end¡¡±
Her face was one of surprise.
And then she smiled, though it looked forced.
Crying one moment and smiling the next¡ªdefinitely not a good sign.
¡°Ascal. Just say one thing for me. Tell me you love me.¡±
Well, why not? There was no reason not to.
¡°Yeah, Lia. I love you.¡±
¡°Lia? Since when did youe up with a nickname? Haha. It¡¯s a cute name.¡±
Yulia stroked his cheek.
¡°I¡¯m sorry, Ascal. If I get another chance, I will¡¡±
He didn¡¯t hear the rest.
Because he woke up from the dream.
****
¡°Mmmpf¡!¡±
Ascal was being tortured.
Let me exin exactly what was happening.
Ascal was being waterboarded.
The sea turtle¡¯s water spouted into his throat, not differentiating between his esophagus and windpipe, forcing both open.
¡ªSea turtle water is as good as life-giving.
The fallen Ascal caught the attention of the Earth Tribe¡¯s chief, who made his opinion known.
Communication had been conducted through the universalnguage of body gestures.
After dragging Ascal toward the source of the sacred sea water, they used a grass pipe to continuously spray the water into his mouth.
Of course, this was enough to wake anyone from a dream.
Ascal felt like a living rubber hose.
¡°S-stop!¡±
¡°He¡¯s regained consciousness! It¡¯s working! Pour more sea water on him! No, ce him directly on top of it!¡±
In an instant, the Lion Tribe lifted Ascal¡¯s body andid him over the stream of sacred sea water spraying at regr intervals.
Ascal screamed.
¡°Gaaahhh!¡±
¡°Good! Pain makes a person stronger! Mazar-nim¡¯s body will grow even more resilient!¡±
The force of the water was far stronger than any massage stream you¡¯d find in a bathhouse, relentlessly pounding Ascal¡¯s back.
Ascal seriously considered recruiting the Lion Tribe for their next raid against the ancient dragon.
Whoooosh!
With the sacred sea water, Ascal shot up high into the air.
¡°Mazar-nim is falling! Catch him, everyone!¡±
The Lion Tribe scrambled to catch the plummeting Ascal, rushing frantically toward him.
But it was toote.
¡®Wait, am I really going to die like this?¡¯
Ascal fell.
Thud.
But he didn¡¯t feel any pain.
The Earth Tribe had gathered together and caught him with their bodies.
¡°Are you alright, Carl?¡±
In the distance, Ascal saw Eileen running toward him, her face filled with worry.
¡°You¡ cough, could¡¯ve stopped the Lion Tribe.¡±
¡°I¡¯m sorry¡ They carried you off so quickly that I couldn¡¯t stop them in time.¡±
At any rate, Ascal had been saved, thanks to the Earth Tribe.
¡°Thanks.¡±
¡ªHelping a benefactor is only natural.
Ascal stood up and stretched.
He felt oddly refreshed.
It was like waking up after a full ten hours of sleep on a holiday.
¡°Your magic power has doubled. It must be the result of your body absorbing the legendary sacred sea water. What a stroke of fortune.¡±
It was like barely surviving a fall off a cliff only to discover a hidden cave filled with priceless treasures.
¡°Congrattions. You could now even be called¡ a Swordma¡ster, of sorts.¡±
He couldn¡¯t quite be called a true swordmaster.
A swordmaster is someone who dedicates their entire life to the sword and achieves their own enlightenment.
So, Ascal, with his cheat-like experiences from his past life and boosted mana, could only be called a half-baked swordmaster.
¡°Mazar-nim! I almost caused your death! I will repay this sin with my life, as Chief Warrior Vadim!¡±
Vadim solemnly drew his hand axe, preparing for a harakiri-like show, something Ascal hadn¡¯t seen in a while.
¡°Vadim, who am I?¡±
¡°You are our god of fortune, Mazar-nim.¡±
¡°That¡¯s right. I am fortune itself. Fortune is me. Do you think I would die in a ce like this? You didn¡¯t trust me.¡±
¡°That can¡¯t be¡!¡±
Vadim, convinced, nodded deeply.
Ascal had figured out how to deal with the Lion Tribe.
However, he would never forget the near waterboarding and death by fall¡
Ascal grabbed Lightbane and activated the voice amplification mode.
¡°I have a request for you, Lion Tribe.¡±
¡°Just give us themand, Mazar-nim.¡±
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Vadim kneeled before Ascal.
¡°There is an evil dragon in thisnd. An ancient, terrifying dragon. One day, that dragon will awaken and turn thisnd to ashes.¡±
¡°What?! How could that be?!¡±
¡°Will you help me defeat it? Will you drench your bodies in the blood that flows from its heart?¡±
Warriors never question.
The Lion Tribe warriors stood up, pounding their chests with fierce determination.
¡°We exist for that very purpose!¡±
¡°Thank you, warriors.¡±
And with that, the dragon raid gained powerful tanks and bruisers.
So far, the party was assembled as follows:
- Ascal ¨C Raid Leader
- Lia ¨C Main DPS #1
- Sirius ¨C Main DPS #2
- Lightbane ¨C Ultimate Attack
- Lion Tribe Warriors ¨C Tanks, Bruisers
- Bernstein ¨C Will do¡ something.
¡®It¡¯s still not enough.¡¯
If they could only barely fight the dragon, that wouldn¡¯t do. Ascal needed absolute confidence that they would win. He began to brood over the situation.
¡°Of course, you¡¯ll let me join too, right, Carl?¡±
Eileen¡¯s voice broke through his thoughts.
As a saintess, Eileen¡¯s powers would be invaluable. But was it right to drag her away from the peaceful life she could have had with the children?
Then again, it was toote for such hesitations.
He would take full responsibility for whatever happened.
¡°You¡¯ll be a great help. Thank you, Eileen.¡±
¡°Haha, leave it to me anytime.¡±
And then¡ª
¡¸Is the discussion¡ over?¡¹
A deep voice echoed in Ascal¡¯s mind,ing from the lion tooth ne he wore¡ªthe voice of the sacred sea turtle.
¡¸I owe you a debt¡ Tell me¡ what you want.¡¹
¡°Can you release more of the sacred sea water? That would be a huge help.¡±
¡¸It will take¡ a hundred years¡ before I can summon it again.¡¹
¡°That¡¯s a shame. In that case, can you help us return to the Empire?¡±
¡¸Tell me¡ the direction.¡¹
Ascal was stumped.
He had been running aimlessly, so he hadpletely lost his sense of direction.
Lightbane spoke up.
¡¸Leave it to me, master! I specialize in navigation!¡¹
What a surprise. Not only did Lightbane have a built-in encyclopedia function, it had GPS too.
Ascal¡¯s opinion of Lightbane rose ever so slightly.
¡¸However, I need to see from a higher vantage point to guide us.¡¹
¡°That¡¯s no problem. Fer!¡±
¡°Hihihing!¡±
Fer, whose golden mane now flowed majestically, calmly approached Ascal.
There was something Ascal had been itching to try.
¡°Isn¡¯t it true that a legendary sword should always be wielded by a hero?¡±
With that, Ascal ced Lightbane in Fer¡¯s mouth. Fer caught on and clenched it between his teeth.
Fer has equipped Lightbane. (Attack Power +50)
¡¸Wait! The only one I¡¯ve acknowledged is you, master! But¡ oddly enough, this ce feels warm and cozy¡ This is strange.¡¹
Mounted on Fer, Ascal soared into the sky.
With Lightbane¡¯s guidance, they directed the sea turtle in real-time.
The massive turtle began swimming, its enormous flippers churning the ocean and causing huge waves.
Their return journey was anything but quiet.
****
The sacred sea turtle was colossal.
Even from a distance, its approach was visible.
Naturally, this news was delivered immediately to the Crown Prince.
¡°A Golden Pegasus¡ and now a turtle the size of an ind? What¡¯s going on¡ªare they writing a myth over there?¡±
The Crown Prince quickly gathered his elite guard and made his way to the coast, where the sea turtle was expected to arrive.
Immediate action was needed.
He also activated the modified signal stone, ready to summon the capital¡¯s army at a moment¡¯s notice.
If that massive turtle carried an enemy force, and it was crossing the ocean to invade, they had been thoroughly outmaneuvered.
His head throbbed with tension.
¡°Ascal¡ Now, more than ever, I need you.¡±
The Crown Prince missed Ascal.
He remembered that Ascal¡¯s signal had been picked up near this very coastline not long ago. Could it be?
A massive unknown turtle¡ and Ascal nearby?
The Crown Prince realized.
¡°Has Ascal been captured?!¡±
There had been reports that tracking Ascal had be particrly difficult this time.
Sweat formed in the Crown Prince¡¯s palms.
A leader must always prepare for the worst.
If this was a carefullyid enemy plot¡ª
Kidnap their key figure, Ascal, and use a giant turtle as a secret weapon to sail across the sea andunch a direct invasion of the capital.
¡°If I were them, I¡¯d n it exactly this way.¡±
?
But¡
Was there really anyone in the enemy nation capable of such a scheme?
And was there a ce with the resources to mobilize on this scale?
¡®The Allied Nations¡ and tactician Reinhardt.¡¯
The Crown Prince knew.
He knew that the Allied Nations harbored a deep hatred for the Empire.
And that they had been sharpening their des for a long time.
¡®I must rescue Ascal at all costs.¡¯
The Crown Prince tightened his grip on the reins.
¡®He is more essential to this Empire than I am.¡¯
He spurred his horse onward, prepared to sacrifice even his own life.
A short whileter, the Crown Prince spotted a man on horseback riding toward him. The attire and insignia were familiar.
¡°Halt! Are you with the Special Forces?¡±
¡°Your Highness, the Crown Prince!¡±
It was a messenger from the unit dispatched with Arthur.
¡°I bring urgent news!¡±
¡°Speak! Is that impossiblyrge turtle the work of the Allied Nations?¡±
The messenger shook his head.
¡°No, Your Highness.¡±
¡°Then who? Don¡¯t tell me it¡¯s the demon tribe! What on earth is the meaning of that giant turtle?!¡±
¡°It¡¯s not certain, but¡¡±
The messenger hesitated before speaking.
¡°We believe that Count Erindale is the one leading the giant turtle.¡±
The Crown Prince¡¯s hands, which had been gripping the reins tightly, suddenly rxed.
¡°He wasn¡¯t kidnapped?¡±
¡°No, sir. ording to our leader, Count Erindale is riding a golden horse that flies through the sky and ismanding the giant turtle.¡±
¡°A golden horse¡ Could it be¡ the Golden Pegasus?¡±
He had seen a horse flying through the sky.
A Pegasus.
And the Crown Prince was familiar with every horse breed in the world, including the legendary Golden Pegasus.
It felt as though the fog in his mind had lifted.
The Crown Prince finally understood the truth.
¡°Carl¡ Ascal¡ Pegasus¡ and that time when he vanished from the mansion, it was all¡¡±
For the record, the painting of ¡®the man riding the Pegasus¡¯ from that time was now part of the royal collection.
The Crown Prince would often look at it with a smile on his face.
-What a lucky man. He¡¯s much happier than I¡¯ll ever be.
-Oh, if only I could be that man.
-I want to ride a Pegasus.
And considering the timeline, the horse Ascal was riding could only have been the one the Crown Prince had given him. There were no records of Ascal purchasing another horse.
So, this was the conclusion:
That skinny, scrappy foal he had willingly given away from the royal stables¡
Its true identity was a Pegasus.
Not just any Pegasus, but a Golden Pegasus.
And the hero who drew his sword and rode that Pegasus was, of course, Ascal.
¡°I¡¯ve beenpletely outyed.¡±
A Pegasus. No, not just any Pegasus, but a Golden Pegasus, and to top it all off, he was also riding a giant turtle?!
¡°Hahaha¡ Hahahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHA!¡±
¡°Y-Your Highness?¡±
The messenger wiped the sweat from his brow nervously. The Crown Prince had seemingly lost his mind.
****
¡®I¡¯m getting chills¡ Something feels off.¡¯
Ascal thought this as he watched the giant turtle draw closer to the Empire.
It seemed they would set foot on imperial soil any moment now.
And then¡ª
¡®I can see something. Is that the imperial army? Are they firing arrows? Why?¡¯
Swoosh, swoosh¡ª
From the hill by the shore, the soldiers unleashed a barrage of arrows toward the giant turtle.
Most of the arrows missed, but a few managed to hit Ascal.
He caught one in his hand.
The tip was blunt.
It would hurt if it hit, but it wasn¡¯t lethal.
Ever since being sted by the sacred sea water, Ascal¡¯s vision had be absurdly sharp. Thanks to that, he could now make out the figures shooting arrows from the hill.
¡®...What are you doing up there, Crown Prince?¡¯
The Crown Prince, with a solemn expression, was among those shooting arrows.
¡°Ouch!¡±
This time, an arrow hit him square in the chest.
Thankfully, it didn¡¯t hurt too much.
¡®A heart-shaped tip?¡¯
This arrow¡¯s tip was shaped like a heart.
Ascal looked dumbfoundedly at the source of the arrows.
There, he spotted a head of beautiful tinum blonde hair.
The culprit was Lia.
No wonder her aim was so good.
Arthur stood beside her.
¡®I see.¡¯
Ascal realized it.
Everything had beenpletely exposed.
¡°Retreat! I¡¯m defecting to the Allied Nations!¡±
But Ascal had overlooked one critical thing¡ªthe sacred sea turtle¡¯s turning speed was painfully slow.
In the end, Ascal was dragged back in disgrace an hourter.
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Chapter 91: How I Became a Swordmaster After Saving the Crown Prince
A lot has happened.
Even though I knew that the horse His Highness had gifted me was a Pegasus, I didn¡¯t report it. I avoided my duties by using the excuse of participating in military training.
I also didn¡¯t reveal my identity to His Highness, despite drawing the legendary sword, Lightbane, and instead, I took off riding the Pegasus.
But the greatest crime of all? I seated a woman named Eileen on the Pegasus, instead of Princess Yulia, my girlfriend.
I confess to all my wrongdoings. Please show mercy.
Ascal Erindale¡¯s Letter of Apology @
****
¡°Don¡¯t you think that¡¯s enough, Yulia?¡± Said Ascal, captured and brought before the royal family.
The moment Ascal was hit with a barrage of arrows, he tried to turn the heavenly turtle around and flee. But with Lia, Arthur, and the Crown Prince working together as a formidable force, they managed to surround and capture him.¡®Is Fer going through a rebellious phase? If only he hadn¡¯t resisted...¡¯
More than anything, it was Fer¡¯s refusal to listen that made the situation worse. Ever since Fer evolved into a golden Pegasus, he¡¯d developed an odd sense of self-awareness. Maybe the trainer badge wasn¡¯t enough.
Lia approached Ascal, who was kneeling. She gently straightened his messy hair with her hand.
¡°No, it¡¯s not enough,¡± she said.
¡°Lia¡¡±
¡°Are you speaking informally to a princess?¡±
¡°Please forgive me, Your Highness, Princess Yulia.¡±
No hair tie.
Right.
Lia was in full princess mode¡ªtyrant mode.
¡°Ascal. Do you think I¡¯m angry because you let another woman ride behind you on the Pegasus? Do you see me as someone that petty?¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
Lia pressed down on Ascal¡¯s shoulder with her palm. The pressure increased gradually.
¡°No, no! Princess Yulia is most merciful!¡±
¡°What makes me angry is that you didn¡¯t ask for ¡®permission.¡¯ Trust is the most important thing between a man and a woman. If you¡¯d exined the situation beforehand, I would have helped you.¡±
¡°You¡¯re absolutely right, Your Highness.¡±
This time, Ascal had nothing to say.
Think about it. If your boyfriend flew off into the clear blue sky on a Pegasus with another woman, how would you feel? The shock his girlfriend must have felt is unimaginable.
¡°Haa, more than anything, it was dangerous. Do you know how much I worried while you were gone? I wish you could consider my feelings, just a little.¡±
Thankfully, it seemed like her lecture wasing to an end.
¡°I¡¯ll let it go this time, but if it happens again¡¡±
¡°If it happens?¡±
Yulia shed a dark smile as she tapped the gemstone pendant on her ne.
¡°There are secret and dangerous spells in magic, you know. Like... a spell that traps someone inside a gemstone and keeps them there.¡±
¡°I... I need to find that hair tie.¡±
Ascal rummaged through his pockets but found nothing but dust.
¡°Ah. Is this what you¡¯re looking for?¡±
Yulia dangled the hair tie from her fingertip.
¡®She¡¯s seen through me!¡¯
The same trick won¡¯t work twice, it seems.
Yulia gently patted Ascal¡¯s head.
¡°Your silky, ck hair¡ it¡¯ll look great with obsidian.¡±
Ascal nced at the jewel hanging from Yulia¡¯s ne. It gleamed with a ck hue. He swore he could hear it calling out to him¡ªCome on in. It¡¯s sofortable in here¡
It must have been his imagination. Hopefully.
¡°I¡¯m reflecting on my actions. I¡¯ll be more careful from now on.¡±
¡°Good. That¡¯s what I like to hear, my dear.¡±
It was only then that Yulia tied her own hair.
She was once again the Lia we all knew.
¡°You look exhausted after such a long journey, Sir Ascal. How about some warm tea with honey?¡±
¡°Honestly, Lia, sometimes your split personality is a little scary.¡±
¡°Hehe, if you behave properly, you¡¯ll only see the sweet Lia,¡± she said, sounding like one of those training instructors who could either be an angel or a demon, depending on how well the recruits behaved.
¡°Ahem. Is the conversation over?¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°So, are you two dating?¡±
Lia froze. Ascal froze.
Come to think of it, the Crown Prince still didn¡¯t know they were dating. They had gotten so caught up in the conversation that they forgot to hide it.
¡°Congrattions! I was wondering when it would happen. How long has it been?¡±
¡°Not long. Just a few days.¡±
¡°A great time, then. But you ran off, leaving such a girlfriend behind? Tsk tsk.¡±
¡°I¡¯m deeply regretting it.¡±
The Crown Prince patted Ascal on the shoulder, who was still kneeling, having failed to find the right moment to stand up.
¡°So, when¡¯s the wedding?¡±
¡°Excuse me?¡±
¡°When will you hold the ceremony? Once you be Chancellor, you¡¯ll be too busy to even catch your breath, so it¡¯d be best to get it done now. You could even squeeze in a honeymoon.¡±
The Crown Prince was secretly pleased.
Marriage would be the perfect leash to bind Ascal to the Empire.
Ascal nced over at Lia.
¡®We¡¯re still running away, right?¡¯
¡®...Yes. Let¡¯s run away together.¡¯
Ascal thought to himself.
Can I really trust this? What if I wake up tomorrow kidnapped and at the altar?
¡°I¡¯d like to enjoy this moment as long as possible.¡±
¡°Ah, young love. I won¡¯t rush you, then. Anyway, congrattions, Yulia, Ascal.¡±
¡°Thank you, brother.¡±
¡°Now then¡ª¡±
The Crown Prince tapped the desk with his fingers. His gaze changed.
He no longer had the look of a brother, but that of the Crown Prince responsible for the Empire.
¡°...Ascal. I¡¯ll ask just this once.¡±
¡°Your Highness, please go ahead.¡±
¡°Do you hate the Empire?¡±
Lia looked a bit flustered.
¡°Of course not, brother.¡±
¡°I¡¯m asking Ascal right now.¡±
The Crown Prince was genuinely asking Ascal.
¡°You¡¯ve always wanted to escape from the Empire. And this time, you even hid your identity from me. Also, the lion tribe warriors and the saintess follow you, yet you¡¯ve never mentioned any of this to me.¡±
You¡¯ve kept important things from me.
How can I trust you?
¡°Just say it. Say you hate the Empire. If that¡¯s the case, I¡¯ll relinquish my position as Crown Prince and let you go. I can¡¯t force someone who hates this ce to stay.¡±
Speak. And I¡¯ll let you go from the Empire.
It was a tempting offer, one that could lure anyone in.
Well, there¡¯s no other choice.
The one who made this serious was the Crown Prince. Ascal was just the victim here.
Even someone who always smiled kindly had moments when they needed to be serious.
From now on, it¡¯s a conversation between men.
¡°I...¡±
Ascal slowly reflected on his past.
The days when he worked as a 9th-rank official in the Empire. When his fellow officials were hunted down by the Emperor¡¯s hounds. The constant wailing that echoed throughout the capital.
The Empire was the worst ce imaginable.
¡°I hate the Empire.¡±
¡°I see...¡±
The Crown Prince muttered as if resigned.
¡°Is it really a country when they kidnap people at will, drain most of your wealth through taxes, and once you be an official, you can never retire? It¡¯s more like a den of demons.¡±
¡°You¡¯re absolutely right.¡±
¡°Every time I walk down the streets, I see children crying. They say their parents nevere home. One time, I bought them some bread because they were hungry.¡±
That was the Empire.
Corrupt, decayed, and ultimately destined for ruin. It¡¯s no wonder Yulia turned into a tyrant. In this country, she didn¡¯t have a choice.
¡°Then, the kid shared the bread with a child younger than him, saying crumbs were enough for him. Watching that, I thought to myself, ¡®I really need to get out of here.¡¯¡±
¡°Why didn¡¯t you run away? The lower ranks don¡¯t get chased too hard.¡±
¡°But if I worked just a few more days, I¡¯d get my sry, meager as it was. It was enough to buy my food and help a few starving kids. So I kept missing my chance.¡±
Ascal had thought about it countless times.
Now, he understood.
The Empire he had seen during his past-life vision wasn¡¯t just a vision¡ªit had actually existed. Sushia was too naive toprehend it fully, so he couldn¡¯t exin it to her in words. But somehow, the message had still gotten through.
¡°Am I really someone the Empire needs?¡±
The Crown Prince thought deeply before answering.
¡°You are the Empire.¡±
The Crown Prince recalled:
The improved magic stones.
The hot springs in the wastnds.
The First Emperor¡¯s sword.
Severin Cathedral.
The airship.
The jem frogs.
The purging of corrupt officials.
And all the things he didn¡¯t even know about.
¡°If it weren¡¯t for you, wouldn¡¯t the Empire have already fallen apart?¡±
Then, the Crown Prince let out a heartyugh.
¡°Help me out, will you?¡±
His attempt at testing Ascal had failed. His bluff was exposed.
This was the Crown Prince¡¯s true heart.
¡°To be honest, I don¡¯t really want to be Emperor either.¡±
He leaned back in his chair.
The smile was gone.
Kain Barba, truthfully, had always wanted to run away.
Governance, diplomacy¡ªit was all tiresome.
All he really wanted was to drink on the ins and ride horses.
¡°Yulia, would you like to be Emperor in my ce?¡±
¡°I decline.¡±
¡°Why?¡±
Lia began massaging Ascal¡¯s ears, slowly and firmly.
¡°In this life, I¡¯ve decided to stay by his side.¡±
¡°You speak as if there was a st life.¡¯¡±
¡°Yes, and it was dreadful. So, I understand how you feel, brother.¡±
¡°Funny joke. Then, Ascal, would you like to be Emperor?¡±
¡°Not a chance.¡±
Kainughed, defeated. Ascal chuckled too.
¡°No one wants to be Emperor. I guess it¡¯s up to me, then.¡±
It was amusing.
There were three people in the room, and all of them wanted to run away.
¡°So, Ascal? You¡¯ve answered me. Not only are you important to the Empire, but without you, the Empire would copse. Why did you run?¡±
¡°There are still two disasters left in the Empire.¡±
¡°Are there already disasters that have passed?¡±
¡°The airship¡ªthat was originally supposed to fail.¡±
¡°Ah. It really was a disaster waiting to happen.¡±
The Crown Prince shook his head as he imagined the scenario.
¡°The second one is an ancient dragon. It¡¯s sleeping in Windwall ins. In a few years, it¡¯ll wake up and wreak havoc. We need to take care of it in advance.¡±
¡°Come to think of it, I recall hearing from an astrologer that there were signs of something unusual there.¡±
¡°The Lion Tribe warriors and the Saintess have agreed to help. We¡¯ll need your strength too, Your Highness.¡±
The Crown Prince asked,
¡°Where was I on your list?¡±
¡°Fourth, I think¡ I don¡¯t really remember.¡±
¡°Next time, ask me first. Being fourth is a bit of a blow to my pride.¡±
The Crown Prince joined the dragon raid.
¡°And what¡¯s thest remaining disaster?¡±
¡°Well, that one¡¯s a bit tricky.¡±
¡°Why?¡±
¡°They only show up when the Empire is halfway to ruin. Should I exin in detail?¡±
¡°No, that¡¯s enough. Just let me know when the Empire is halfway destroyed. Though, I doubt that¡¯ll happen.¡±
Ascal spoke.
¡°I¡¯m training someone even more capable than me. His name is Sirius. He¡¯s more than qualified to be the Minister of the Evaluation Department. If you want, he could even take my position as Chancellor.¡±
¡°Hm. I¡¯ve heard rumors of a genius at Haven Academy.¡±
¡°Bernstein and Sirius¡ªthey are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Even without me, they¡¯ll have no trouble leading the Empire.¡±
It was an honest evaluation.
Bernstein had the skills.
Sirius was just straight-up protagonist material.
¡°I¡¯ll retire after we take down the ancient dragon. Please send me to the west.¡±
¡°¡Understood.¡±
In the end, Ascal wanted to leave the Empire.
But...
¡®There¡¯s no way someone more capable than you exists in this world.¡¯
The Crown Prince knew it all too well¡ªhe couldn¡¯t let Ascal go.
****
¡°Hahaha! Ascal, you rascal! You were hiding a Pegasus from me!¡±
¡°Looks like I¡¯ve finally been caught. Oh dear.¡±
¡°And to think it¡¯s a horse I gave you? Honestly, you should¡¯ve at least told me. Not that I¡¯d take it back¡ well, I can¡¯t promise that.¡±
The Crown Prince pleaded with Ascal.
¡°Just let me ride it. Just once.¡±
¡°Only once, for real?¡±
¡°Three times.¡±
¡°All right.¡±
For men of the Empire, horses were important. Especially when it came to courting women, there was nothing better than a prized steed.
An internal study by the Empire¡¯s newspaper found that men with horses had three times the sess rate of confessionspared to those without.
However...
¡®Pathetic... A horse is a horse. Why make such a fuss?¡¯
Lia shot them a cold look. One must be careful not to over-obsess with horses, as it could backfire.
¡°So this is¡ a Pegasus¡¡±
The Crown Prince was awestruck when he saw Fer.
¡°His name is Fer. He likes carrots.¡±
¡°Ah¡ May I touch him?¡±
¡°Yes, stroke him along the grain to the right.¡±
¡°Got it. So your name¡¯s Fer, huh? Good boy.¡±
The Crown Prince knew his way around horses.
Even Fer, who was normally wary of strangers, seemed indifferent at first, wondering, ¡®Who¡¯s this blond man?¡¯ But once he felt the Crown Prince¡¯s touch, he noticed something different.
This man was a master at petting.
¡°Hiiing!¡±
¡°It seems Fer likes you, Your Highness. That¡¯s rare.¡±
¡°Good. Fer, would it be all right if I rode you?¡±
The Crown Prince slowly approached Fer. The Pegasus stood still, and as the Crown Prince drew near, Fer lowered his body.
¡°He¡¯s saying it¡¯s okay for one ride.¡±
¡°Ah¡¡±
The Crown Prince gently mounted Fer¡¯s saddle.
¡°This seating¡ the soft, rhythmic motion of his back¡ the scent of well-groomed fur¡ Without a doubt, a five-star experience. Absolutely perfect.¡±
He took the reins.
¡°Let¡¯s go, Fer.¡±
In this moment, it was just the Crown Prince and the horse.
Seeing how utterly happy he looked, Ascal decided to step back and give him some space.
¡°Oh! Am I flying? Am I really flying? This is amazing! Incredible!¡±
Soon, Fer lifted off the ground, soaring into the air.
The Crown Prince¡¯s hair fluttered in the wind as he flew. He looked truly ecstatic.
This was the perfect opportunity for the Crown Prince to blow off all the stress he¡¯d built up.
¡°Perhaps I was born for this very moment!¡±
The Crown Prince tossed off his cumbersome outer robe.
¡°It¡¯s getting in the way!¡±
Then he kicked off his shoes.
And with that, he performed a stunt, standing on Fer¡¯s back with both feet.
¡®Wait. This pattern¡?¡¯
Ascal froze for a second.
¡°This is amazing!¡±
¡°Hold on, Your Highness! Don¡¯t get too carried away!¡±
But the Crown Prince, already soaring high into the sky, couldn¡¯t hear Ascal¡¯s warning.
Atst, he stripped down to nothing but his underwear.
To feel the cool breeze on his bare skin.
¡°It¡¯s still too hot! This isn¡¯t enough!¡±
The final line.
The Crown Prince was about to remove hisst piece of clothing.
In the original timeline, the Crown Prince had fallen off his horse and died from this very stunt. Could it happen again this time?
Ascal started to panic.
¡®I need to do something!¡¯
He hastily whistled to Fer, but it seemed the Pegasus didn¡¯t hear.
¡®No choice.¡¯
Ascal pulled out a poison dart he had received from the Lion Tribe.
Carefully, he took aim.
¡®This is my one shot.¡¯
To retire in peace, he had to keep the Crown Prince alive.
By now, the Crown Prince had stripped off everything but his underwear. Pieces of clothing rained down from the sky.
And just as he was about to remove that, too...
Fwoosh¡ª
The special poison dart from the Lion Tribe flew.
¡®Direct hit.¡¯
The Crown Prince looked puzzled for a moment before slowly drifting into unconsciousness.
Ascal rushed toward the falling prince.
This was bad.
¡®Crap.¡¯
The Crown Prince, losing his bnce, began plummeting.
****
A scenario shed through Ascal¡¯s mind in an instant.
He¡¯d be used of the Crown Prince¡¯s murder by ¡°reckless negligence.¡± Even someone like Ascal couldn¡¯t talk his way out of that one.
At best, it¡¯d be an execution without pain. At worst, being torn limb from limb.
This was a critical moment.
Ascal summoned every ounce of strength in his body.
He focused all his power into his thighs, running as fast as he could and leaping with all his might. Had he ever pushed himself this hard before?
¡°Huff, huff!¡±
In this very moment, Ascal was shining the brightest.
Not just metaphorically, but literally. He was glowing with a golden light.
A life force he¡¯d never felt before surged through him.
¡°Please let me reach him!¡±
With a jump that would put mountain deer to shame, Ascal executed a Golden Jump.
Whoosh¡ª
¡°Got him.¡±
He caught the falling Crown Prince safely in his arms.
But the real challenge came next.
How was he supposed tond safely while carrying the heavy Crown Prince?
At this rate, it wouldn¡¯t be the Crown Prince who had a problem¡ªAscal¡¯s entire body was about to shatter on impact.
¡°Fer!¡±
Luckily.
Fer, realizing a bitte that his rider had fallen off, flew swiftly toward them.
¡°Fer! Crown Prince pass! Catch!¡±
Using the momentum, Ascal tossed the Crown Prince like a Border Collie fetching a frisbee. Fer skillfully caught the Crown Prince on his back.
It was a remarkable feat.
¡®But what about me¡?¡¯
The ground was rapidly approaching.
¡®Right! I have Lightbane!¡¯
Ascal quickly unsheathed Lightbane.
¡¸I was having such a nice dream... What¡¯s going on, master? Wait, are we fall¡ª¡¹
¡°Extend your length as far as you can!¡±
Lightbane had the ability to adjust its length.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Lightbane stopped talking nonsense and immediately extended its length.
It stretched out to the size of a pole.
It was like wielding the legendary staff of Sun Wukong.
Ascal drove Lightbane into the ground and slowly shortened the de¡¯s length.
It was an ingeniousst-minute solution.?
Ascal finallynded safely on the ground, gasping for breath.
¡°Huff, huff¡¡±
¡¸Master.¡¹
¡°Lightbane.¡±
The two exchanged nces.
Then, Ascal gave a high-five to the sword¡¯s handle as it flew back to him.
****
¡°That¡¯s what happened.¡±
¡°You¡¯re not making this up, are you? There¡¯s no way I just stripped off all my clothes¡¡±
Ascal exined everything that had happened while the Crown Prince was unconscious¡ªminus the part about the poison dart.
¡°I do remember riding the Pegasus and flying through the sky¡¡±
But it seemed the Crown Prince, possibly due to the effects of the dart, had forgotten some recent events.
¡°I just remember feeling incredibly free. It¡¯s like all my stress vanished.¡±
¡°I¡¯m d to hear it.¡±
¡°Haha. Let¡¯s do it again sometime. I still have two more rides left.¡±
Ascal nodded absentmindedly.
¡®There¡¯s no way I¡¯m letting him do that again. Not ever.¡¯
After leaving the Crown Prince¡¯s room, Ascal felt strangely lighter.
His body felt...different. Every single muscle seemed more defined, more alive.
¡°Even drinking the heavenly water didn¡¯t feel this good.¡±
And for some reason, he had a strong urge to swing his sword. In an empty garden, Ascal unsheathed Lightbane.
Then...
¡¸Congrattions, Master.¡¹
¡°What are you talking about?¡±
¡¸I can tell. You¡¯ve be a Swordmaster.¡¹
¡°What nonsense is that?¡±
¡¸It¡¯s true. Try to feel it.¡¹
Swordmaster? That sounds like a joke. If it were that easy, even the neighbor¡¯s dog, Jax, would be a Swordmaster.
But as Ascal assumed a mid-guard stance with his sword, he found himself speechless.
A brilliant golden aura radiated from his de.
Otherwise known as ¡®sword aura¡¯.
The definitive proof of a Swordmaster.
¡®How¡? What did I even do?¡¯
****
¨D¨DThe most important step to bing a Swordmaster is breaking past one¡¯s limits.
¨D¨DMany have faltered just one step short, unable to cross that threshold.
¨D¨DTrue enlightenment oftenes in moments of crisis.
¨D¨DOnly when powerful will and a disregard for one¡¯s own lifebine can the wall be shattered.
****
¡¸You survived death twice, didn¡¯t you? If you look at old stories, it¡¯s not umon for a knight to be a Swordmaster after saving their lord.¡¹
¡°Does saving a prince who almost fell off a horse while naked count?¡±
¡¸A remarkable example, if you ask me. I¡¯ll store this story deep in my memory. I¡¯m truly moved, Master.¡¹
Ascal Erindale.
He had awakened as the Empire¡¯s second Swordmaster.
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Chapter 92: The House of Senestia
¡°It¡¯s odd, I haven¡¯t seen Sushia aroundtely.¡±
¡°She must be busy with the affairs of the duchy.¡±
Sushia, who usually barged into the office at this hour, shouting things like, ¡°Today¡¯s snack~ What will it be~ Peep-peep Phoenix~¡± while raiding the snacks and tea, had been nowhere to be seentely.
Thanks to that, the office had been rather quiet.
Aside from the asional manager-level officials who came to report, it was mostly just Lia and Ascal.
There wasn¡¯t really a need for anyone else, as Lia worked enough for ten people.
¡°It¡¯s getting a little cold. My hands are freezing.¡±
Although the empire had a mild climate, winters could still be quite chilly. Lia¡¯s hands, busy organizing reports, had grown slightly cold.
¡°Should I turn on the magic stone heater?¡±¡°No, there¡¯s a better solution.¡±
Lia approached Ascal, who was seated in the executive chair. Without hesitation, she grabbed his hands tightly.
¡°Could you share a little warmth with me?¡±
His hands were cool and pleasant to the touch, soft. Lia¡¯s fingers yfully squeezed and massaged Ascal¡¯s hands, her fingertips teasing the back of his hand.
¡°Lia, where Ie from, there¡¯s a fun hand game. Would you like to try?¡±
¡°A fun hand game? Now I¡¯m curious.¡±
Ascal grasped Lia¡¯s slender wrist firmly, cutting off cirction.
¡°Alright, now clench and open your palm more than twenty times.¡±
Though confused, Lia followed Ascal¡¯s instructions. Ascal then tugged on her hand, making sure no blood could flow through.
Finally, he pressed his index finger into the center of Lia¡¯s now pale palm, tracing slow circles.
Lia¡¯s white palm flushed red in an instant. She tilted her head, feeling a strange tingling sensation.
¡°This feels¡ strange. But fascinating.¡±
¡°We used to y this all the time when we were kids.¡±
¡°Let me try it on you.¡±
As Ascal extended his hand toward her, he suddenly sensed something watching them and turned around.
The snake (Yunryong) and the white puppy (Baekryong) were staring at them.
Thanks to the divine tree¡¯s power, both had grown a bitrger than before.
¡°It¡¯s getting hot here, real hot. At this rate, you two might end up making a baby.¡±
¡°I want to try that! Looks fun, Yunryong.¡±
¡°Sorry, I don¡¯t have hands.¡±
¡°Useless.¡±
¡°Ahem, ahem.¡±
Embarrassed, Ascal cleared his throat.
¡°Cold... Turn on... the heater...¡±
That sluggish voice¡ªit was the Celestial Turtle. Ascal¡¯s eyes widened as he spotted the turtle crawling on the floor.
¡°¡Why are you here?¡±
Being a cold-blooded creature, the Celestial Turtle couldn¡¯t regte its own body temperature. It would be sensitive to both cold and heat. But wait¡ªcould the Celestial Turtle even walk onnd?
¡°Water... I need... water... I¡¯m drying up... Help!¡±
Without dy, Ascal hurriedly fetched a tank of water. The legendary Celestial Turtle was on the verge of copse.
Once inside the tank, the turtle swam contentedly.
Even the ind on its back seemed pleased. Upon closer inspection, Ascal could see that the native earth tribes were burning incense atop it.
In any case, they had unexpectedly added a turtle to their growing entourage of pets. If anyone saw this, rumors would start that the head of the evaluation department was a collector of exotic pets.
¡°Kid, you got lucky with the divine tree. Now, show your respect to your seniors.¡±
Yunryong immediately asserted her dominance.
¡°Pathetic¡ How¡ old¡ are you¡? I¡¯m¡ two thousand years old.¡±
¡°I¡¯m ten thousand.¡±
¡°...Elder.¡±
The hierarchy was immediately established. Satisfied, Yunryong slithered up Ascal¡¯s arm and perched on his shoulder.
¡°Everything is going smoothly. The Divine Tree has grown halfway already. It¡¯s growing at an absurd rate.¡±
¡°Now that I think about it, what happens when the Divine Tree fully matures?¡±
Yunryong fell silent.
Suddenly, the weather turned violent, with a storm brewing and lightning striking out of nowhere, as if a murder mystery were about to unfold on a remote ind.
¡°Do you want to know? I think I could tell you now¡ªthe secret of the Divine Tree.¡±
¡°It might be a truth too heavy for a mere mortal like you to handle. Are you sure you¡¯re ready?¡±
¡°The reason we all gathered¡ near the Divine Tree is because...¡±
Ascal scratched his head, watching the mythical creatures set the mood.
¡°Let me guess. It turns into a World Tree, some long-lost elves emerge, or the owner of the Divine Tree gets the power to change the world or something?¡±
The storm immediately cleared up, and the sun shone brightly.
¡°How did you know?¡±
¡°Are you a god?¡±
¡°...Wow.¡±
It was just a clich¨¦ guess, but it seemed to hit the mark.
¡°As expected of my contractor.¡±
¡°I¡¯m d I came here. Good job, Ascal.¡±
¡°Later¡ can you¡ scratch¡ my back?¡±
The mythical creatures¡¯ opinion of Ascal shot up, while Ascal¡¯s opinion of them dropped dramatically.
***
Lately, there had been a rumor circting among the Empire¡¯s nobility.
It was said that a winning lottery ticket that could make someone a duke was floating around the Imperial Capital.
Naturally, the subject of the rumor was Sushia.
The person who marries the only daughter of the Senestia Duke¡¯s family bes the next Duke of Senestia.
To top it off, they said this Senestiady was a beautiful woman with silver hair. The opportunity was enough to turn the heads of single nobles, married men, and even widows alike.
As a result, Sushia was under the greatest stress of her life.
¡°Mydy, you¡¯ve received a mountain of letters again today. A total of 131. Shall I read them to you?¡±
¡°Send them all to the trash!¡±
She was miserable.
Sushia used to enjoy leisurely strolling through the capital, but now that was impossible.
Thest time she tried, she had juste out of a bakery with a loaf of bread when some thugs began to harass her.
What was even more ridiculous was that a man in mboyant clothes suddenly appeared and drove the thugs away.
And then he said:
¡°Are you unharmed, my beautifuldy?¡±
Sushia ran away.
Then, when she visited her favorite tea shop:
¡°Cocoa? A cute choice. How about trying an adult¡¯s tea this time?¡±
A mature woman in a dress with exposed shoulders, clearly trying to flirt with men, made an advance on her.
¡°No! I like cocoa!¡±
No matter where she went, these awkward encounters kept happening.
In the end, Sushia was forced into a semi-voluntary shut-in life at the Duke¡¯s mansion.
¡®The Evaluation Department¡ it would be perfect if I could just go there...¡¯
The people in the Evaluation Department would treat her the same as always.
But there was a reason she couldn¡¯t go.
¡®Because I¡¯m in love with you Ascal.¡¯
¡°Huhhhhh!¡±
Just thinking about the confession made by the seaside turned her face bright red.
¡°What do I do, what do I do!¡±
She stamped her feet in frustration.
¡°How can I ever face them again?¡±
In reality, there was no real reason she couldn¡¯t.
All she had to do was brazenly burst into Ascal¡¯s office like always, steal some snacks, and carry on.
But.
Something felt off.
Every time she tried, her feet wouldn¡¯t move. Her chest felt heavy, and her heart pounded.
This had never happened before.
Why now?
¡°It¡¯s love.¡±
?
The head butler listened to Sushia¡¯s concerns and provided a simple diagnosis.
¡°Love? What are you talking about? There¡¯s no way! Me? In love with the minister? That¡¯s impossible! I¡¯ve been fine all this time!¡±
The butler replied calmly.
¡°Even with people you¡¯ve known for a long time, love can bloom from the smallest of triggers. Now, why don¡¯t you try calling his name five times? That Ascal fellow.¡±
¡°Ascal, Ascal, Ascal, Ascal, Ascal.¡±
Nothing. She felt nothing.
Sushia let out a relieved sigh.
¡°See? It was all in my head. Whew, I might like the minister, but love? That¡¯s ridiculous. Now, time to head over to the Evaluation Department.¡±
At that very moment, her heart started pounding again.
¡°Why is this happening?¡±
¡°Hmm. This time, try calling him ¡¯Minister.¡¯¡±
¡°Minister, Minister... Ah...¡±
All this time, Sushia had been referring to Ascal by his title rather than his name. That¡¯s why her body was reacting to the keyword ¡®Minister.¡¯
¡®Wait, does this make me some weird woman obsessed with titles¡?¡¯
Sushia shook her head in denial.
¡°Anyway, this is obviously just a misunderstanding or some temporary condition. I need to fix this. Butler, arrange some marriage meetings!¡±
The butler retrieved the letters from the trash.
¡°Understood. I¡¯ll narrow down some suitable candidates and set up the meetings. Please prepare yourself, mydy.¡±
¡°Of course. I couldn¡¯t possibly like that clueless, asionally foolish, sometimes overly serious Minister, right? There are plenty of handsome men in the world.¡±
It was a denial.
But Sushia had no idea. She was now entering the famous five stages of grief.
****
The former Duke of Senestia, Doppelganger, had settled in the Allied Nations. With a string of sesses, he¡¯d umted a good amount of wealth and connections.
¡°Doesn¡¯t it feel like we¡¯ve lost our purpose, Leader?¡±
¡°Yeah. We still need to exact revenge on the Empire...¡±
Doppelganger responded while scrubbing a grill.
¡°But the Empire is far too strong now. I can¡¯t see a single weakness. Plus, we¡¯ve lost the powerful backing of the Senestia Dukedom.¡±
¡°How long until your next transformation cycle, Leader?¡±
¡°Soon. In about a week, I¡¯ll be able to transform again.¡±
Doppelganger had the ability to transform into others. However, after each transformation, he had to wait a considerable time before he could do it again.
¡°What about transforming into the Commander of the Allied Nations?¡±
¡°Hmm. Could I infiltrate? It seems difficult.¡±
¡°You¡¯ve changed, Leader.¡±
The Tracker, washing dishes beside him, was filled with anger.
¡°The old Leader was more confident. No matter how impossible the task, you never doubted yourself.¡±
¡°Even if you say that...¡±
Doppelganger sighed. Their group had scattered, and now only the Tracker and himself remained. There didn¡¯t seem to be any realistic way to bring down the Empire.
¡®I wonder how Cecilia and Sushia are doing.¡¯
Maybe it wasn¡¯t that he was their pir of strength¡ªperhaps they had been his all along.
¡®I miss them.¡¯
At first, he thought he could use them and throw them away whenever he wanted.
But as time passed, Doppelganger realized that it was impossible to do so.
¡®I¡¯ll never see them again. I deceived them after all.¡¯
?
A fake husband and a fake father.
By now, they must resent him.
Of course they would¡ªhe had deceived them for so long. He¡¯d be lucky if they didn¡¯t curse his name.
¡°Could I get one skewer, please?¡±
¡°Y-Yes! Coming right up!¡±
For a moment, his thoughts paused.
Doppelganger hurriedly grilled the meat after taking the order.
¡°Here¡¯s a hot skewer for you. Enjoy your¡ª¡±
He froze mid-sentence.
The woman in front of him, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, slowly lifted it to reveal her face. Her eyes were brimming with tears.
¡°¡Cecilia?¡±
Why was Cecilia here?
Doppelganger¡¯s mind spiraled into confusion.
¡°Don¡¯t you have anything to say to me?¡±
¡°I¡¯m sorry I deceived you all this time.¡±
¡°No. Not that.¡±
He thought for a moment.
When had Cecilia realized that he was a fake?
Perhaps¡
¡°Why did you run away alone? Why did you leave me behind,e all the way out here, only to suffer like this¡?¡±
Cecilia gently wiped the charcoal smudges from Doppelganger¡¯s face with a handkerchief.
¡°I wanted you all to be safe. I wanted you to hate me.¡±
¡°Well, you seeded in thetter.¡±
Cecilia cupped his face in her hands.
And then¡ª
¡°I hate you so much.¡±
Ignoring the dirt on his face, she kissed him.
Her hat blew off in the wind, and her silver hair fluttered in the breeze.
Doppelganger had a wife.
A pamphlet, carried by the same wind, fluttered into the shop.
It was a flyer, announcing a search for the ¡°Prince of the Night.¡±
¨C ¨C ¨C The End of The Chapter ¨C ¨C ¨C
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Chapter 93: Sushia Awakens
Sushia threw the romance book aside.
After reading for about five minutes, her head started to throb.
The more she read, the more Sushia felt like she was being cornered.
The absurd notion that she had fallen in love with Ascal Erindale¨D
¡°That¡¯s impossible. I¡¯ve always been fine until now. Could it be some kind of magic?¡±
The pages of the fallen romance book fluttered.
A trigger.¨D¨DI¡¯m in love with Ascal.
¡°Ahhh! It¡¯sing up again! Get out of my head, please!¡±
Sushia questioned herself.
What if her heart starts acting strange after seeing someone else confess?
A gust of wind flipped the pages of the book.
The book was reading her mind.
Intrigued, Sushia picked the book back up and turned the pages.
¡°Gasp!¡±
Sushia mmed the book shut.
¨D12 Ways to Steal That Man.
¡°Why is a book like this in the library?¡±
It was scandalous. Sushia hid the book in a ce where no one would find it.
Casting onest nce at the book, Sushia sighed.
¡°I should just go on a date.¡±
She was determined to find a boyfriend, return to the evaluation department, and unt him in front of Ascal and Lia.
¡®Why did you have to show me that scene... I¡¯ll get my revenge.¡¯
She was angry.
Though something felt out of order, Sushia decided to ignore it.
****
And so, Sushia decided to go on a blind date.
If anyone marries her, they would immediately be the Duke of Senestia.
It was like winning the lottery. Naturally, the number of men applying for the blind date was overwhelming.
It was even featured in the Empire¡¯s newspaper.
?
?Of course, Sushia never said such a thing.
Regardless, the news that Sushia was going on a blind date spread so far that even Jax, who ran the local butcher shop, had heard about it.
¡°If you seed, it¡¯s aplete life reversal.¡±
¡°It¡¯s a once-in-a-lifetime chance to have wealth, honor, and a woman all at once.¡±
¡°I heard Lady Sushia almost became a saintess. She must be beautiful, right?¡±
The venue for the blind date was the Senestia house in the capital of the empire. With great ambition, all the men headed toward the Senestia mansion.
The era of the grand blind date had begun.
¨D¨DYou have a criminal record, disqualified.
¨D¨DYou¡¯re too short, disqualified.
¨D¨DYou¡¯re balding, disqualified.
¨D¨DTake care of your current wife, disqualified.
****
However, the wall of reality was high.
Most didn¡¯t even pass the first round and returned home dejected.
The remaining 611 were granted permission to step foot into the Senestia Duke¡¯s estate.
The vast courtyard of the ducal house.
As expected from the most prestigious noble family in the empire, the courtyard was adorned with extravagant decorations and rare flowers.
¡°If I pass the test, this entire estate will be mine. Hehe.¡±
Knight Randeon was full of ambition.
He nced around at the other men who had passed the first round and was convinced he was the best among them.
After a short while, the head butler stepped up onto the tform.
¡°Everyone has gathered. We will now begin the second round.¡±
And then, the servants approached the participants with containers in their hands.
¡°Please draw a piece of paper from the container.¡±
Randeon, though puzzled, drew a piece of paper.
It was white.
¡®Is this simple thing really the second test?¡¯
Looking to his side, he saw a man with a protruding belly draw a ck piece of paper, stroking his chin in confusion.
¡®The colors are different. Why?¡¯
Once all the participants had drawn their papers, the butler spoke.
¡°Those of you who drew ck papers may return home.¡±
Murmurs filled the air.
Randeon, holding his white paper, sighed in relief.
But he still couldn¡¯t shake off the nagging question. What was the meaning behind this paper?
The men who drew ck papers turned red with anger and protested.
¡°We came all this way, and now you¡¯re sending us back empty-handed? Give us a proper exnation!¡±
The butler replied with almost eerie simplicity.
¡°The second test is one of luck. In a way, everything in this world depends on luck. You simply didn¡¯t have any.¡±
?With this test, it seemed that around 500 people were about to be eliminated. Naturally,ints started pouring out from all directions.
Among them were nobles and renowned knights, and a rebellious atmosphere began to form around those who refused to acknowledge the legitimacy of the test.
¡°We cannot ept this. Bring forth a different test!¡±
The situation was on the verge of turning the participants into a full-blown mob. The butler coldly scanned them with his eyes.
Then.
¡°If you¡¯re eliminated, you should just go home, wash your feet, and sleep. Why are there so manyints? Got too much energy? If you¡¯re that upset, why don¡¯t you take me on?¡±
A man appeared, casually picking at his ear. In his hand was a white slip of paper.
It was Arthur Debrue.
The champion of the jousting tournament and a prominent candidate to be the next Swordmaster.
There were even rumors that he frequently visited the crown prince¡¯s office.
¡°Haha. Luck is indeed an important factor. I, Thomas Vine, will ept the result.¡±
¡°So will I.¡±
¡°Hm.¡±
Most of the participants slunk away, disappearing quietly. That was how much authority Arthur Debrue¡¯s name now carried in the capital.
¡°Thank you, Baron Debrue. You¡¯ve saved us some trouble.¡±
¡°What¡¯s the third test?¡±
¡°A simple one. The remaining participants willpete in a tournament, and only the top four will earn the right to have a direct meeting with Lady Sushia.¡±
A martial arts tournament.
Simple, and exactly to his liking.
Arthur Debrue had no doubt.
No doubt that he would win.
¡®Son, soon you¡¯ll have a new stepmother.¡¯
¡®Arthur Senestia. ¡¯
¡®Not a bad ring to it.¡¯
****
Arthur advanced to the upper rounds in the blink of an eye. Only one match remained to reach the top four.
Standing in the dueling arena, Arthur narrowed his eyes. His next opponent had a familiar face.
More than just familiar¡ªit was like seeing his own reflection in the opponent¡¯s face.
¡°Son, what are you doing here?¡±
¡°...A lot has happened. I just came to see Sushia, but she wouldn¡¯t listen to me.¡±
Ascal Erindale.
His next opponent was none other than his own son.
¡°Should I forfeit now?¡±
¡°No, let¡¯s have a proper match. My old wound still aches whenever it rains.¡±
Arthur still hadn¡¯t forgotten the battle by the sea.
Even though he was defeated by a cowardly pincer attack, a loss was a loss.
¡°Then here Ie.¡±
¡°Come on.¡±
Arthur knew his son¡¯s skills had improved significantlytely. But to him, Ascal was still far from his level.
Arthur was confident of his victory.
-ng!
And in a single sh, that confidence wavered.
¡°What... happened to you?¡±
¡°There are things that are hard to exin.¡±
Arthur adjusted his grip on his sword.
He couldn¡¯t tolerate anyone stronger than himself.
A cold hostility flickered in his eyes.
¡°You¡ you¡¯re stronger than me.¡±
And then, Arthur charged into the gap with hostility. In this moment, the opponent before him was no longer his son, but an enemy he had to defeat.
However.
-ng¨D!
Arthur¡¯s sword fell to the ground.
¡°I¡¯ve lost.¡±
¡°It was a good match.¡±
¡°No, it was one-sided. Speak properly.¡±
¡°Yes. Ipletely bested you.¡±
¡°...¡±
Arthur bit his lip as he spoke.
¡°You¡¯ve broken through the wall.¡±
¡°It seems that way.¡±
¡°Congrattions.¡±
His son had be a Swordmaster.
Before him!!
¡°Go...! Now that it¡¯se to this, take the House of Senestia in my ce. You will be the duke, Ascal!¡±
Arthur copsed to the ground, and Ascal walked past him. Ascal approached the butler and conveyed his decision.
The butler nodded.
¡°What did you do?¡±
¡°I forfeited.¡±
¡°Why?¡±
¡°I told you, I didn¡¯te for the blind date. I came to see Sushia.¡±
¡°You can see her in bed, too.¡±
¡°If I did that, Lia would lock me up. Forever.¡±
The third test.
The martial tournament was over.
Four contestants advanced, but one withdrew.
Remaining participants¨D three.
1. The handsome redhead¨D Ignis Chesterfield.
2. The middle-aged man with a mysterious past¨D Alexis Drummond.
3. The cheerful blond boy¨D Lone DeMarco.
****
¡°So these are the finalists, Miss. Do any of them catch your eye?¡±
Dressed in an elegant gown, with her hair done up, Sushia gazed at the three men in the drawing room.
Ignis caught her eye and smiled charmingly.
Alexis looked at her with a mncholic gaze.
Lone beamed brightly.
Which one would Sushia choose?
¡°They¡¯re all very handsome. More than I deserve, really.¡±
But Sushia¡¯s eyes were indifferent as she spoke.
¡°But still, I don¡¯t think any of them are right for me. I¡¯m sorry for making youe all this way for nothing.¡±
Correct answer: They¡¯re all rejected.
Sushia rested her chin on her hand and sighed.
¡°Are you alright, Miss? You had high expectations, didn¡¯t you?¡±
¡°Now that I think about it, my only expectation was that once I had the blind date, I could return to the evaluation department. It wasn¡¯t about the blind date itself.¡±
For Sushia, the evaluation department was that significant.
¡°Is there perhaps a particr type you¡¯re drawn to? I can search again.¡±
¡°Hmm... someone with ck hair, a sharp nose, a bit clumsy like they have a hole in their side, but sometimes serious,petent enough, and lucky too... gasp.¡±
Sushia swallowed her words.
She had just described Ascal.
Her ideal type had been overtaken without her realizing it.
¡°There was one contestant just like that.¡±
¡°Really? Where is he now?¡±
¡°He forfeited, but said he wanted to see you. I¡¯ll call him.¡±
The butler left the room.
Sushia stared expectantly at the door.
¡®Finally, my destined man is...¡¯
And then the door opened.
¡°Huh? Red hair?¡±
It wasn¡¯t the person Sushia had been hoping for.
One of the earlier disqualified participants, Ignis Chesterfield, stood before her.
¡°I can¡¯t go back empty-handed. I must take over the Senestia family, even if it means using force.¡±
Ignis raised his hand to the eye covered by his eyepatch.
¡°The wound I received from the Empire still burns. Lady, you must be my prisoner.¡±
Ignis, or rather, the ¡°Last Leg of the Spider,¡± also known as the One-Eyed, slowly walked toward Sushia. She took a step back.
¡°P-please! Someone help me!¡±
¡°It¡¯s useless to call for help. I¡¯ve already cast a soundproofing spell.¡±
Sushia pointed behind him.
¡°B-behind you!¡±
¡°What kind of trick is this? It won¡¯t work on me.¡±
¡°B-ck hair!¡±
-Thud¡ª!
Ignis copsed where he stood. Behind him, a man with ck hair came into view.
It was Ascal Erindale.
¡°Seeing you is always such a hassle, Sushia.¡±
¡°Minister..¡±
Sushia looked at Ascal with eyes full of emotion, but her face quickly turned serious.
¡°Why haven¡¯t you beening to the evaluation departmenttely? You¡¯re close to being reported for absenteeism.¡±
¡°It¡¯s all because of you.¡±
¡°Why?¡±
Sushia puffed out her cheeks, looking slightly annoyed, and simply said,
¡°You¡¯re just too handsome. I give up.¡±
eptance¡ it was the only right action.
In the end, Sushia admitted it.
She was, indeed, in love.
****
At the Evaluation Department.
¡°Eek! Who are all these people!?¡±
¡°Oh, those are the lion tribe warriors I hired on a temporary contract. If walking gets tough, just ask them to carry you.¡±
A hundred lion warriors, bare-chested, were wandering around the department. They were staying temporarily until they captured the ancient dragon.
¡°If you ever need anything heavy lifted, just ask them. They¡¯re strong.¡±
¡°What in the world happened while I was gone¡¡±
¡°Nothing much.¡±
Just pulling out a legendary sword, ying ancient monsters, watching a pegasus evolve into a golden pegasus, seeing Fer be a dragon steed, raising a celestial turtle, and hiring the lion tribe for the evaluation department.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
¡°A¡ a consultation room? When did that show up?¡±
¡°Oh, not too long ago. Why don¡¯t you check it out?¡±
Sushia opened the door to the consultation room. As soon as she did, a beautiful blonde woman greeted her with a smile.
¡°Wee, dearmb. What seems to be troubling you?¡±
¡°¡Saintess?¡±
¡°Please call me teacher here. Oh, my, look at the time.¡±
With a smile, Eileen, the saintess, left the consultation room for the day. Her destination was Haven Academy.
¡°Uh, is it okay for a witch and a saintess to be in the same ce?¡±
¡°Why wouldn¡¯t it be?¡±
¡°Ugh¡ never mind.¡±
Sushia opened the door to the office. It was a familiar ce.
¡°Wee back, Sushia.¡±
Lia bowed her head politely.
¡°I¡¯m back.¡±
Sushia grabbed a cookie from the tray.
¡°Today¡¯s cookie¡ 9 out of 10. If it had been just a little sweeter, it would¡¯ve been a perfect score. So close.¡±
¡°Did youe back just to critique cookies?¡±
¡°I am an evaluation department employee, aren¡¯t I?¡±
Sushia smiled.
As she wasughing, a book fell out of her bag.
¡°¡Wait, since when do you read books?¡±
¡°What do you take me for? I¡¯m the daughter of a cultured Duke family. Of course, I read books.¡±
Sushia, who had been speaking so confidently, immediately crouched down to pick up the book in a panic.
¡®No one saw that, right?¡¯
She shoved the book deep into her bag, hiding it from view.
The title of the book read:
¨D12 Ways to Steal That Man.
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, eptance.
And finally.
It was the ¡®Awakening¡¯.
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Chapter 95: The Final Snow Festival
Officially, the Emperor has three children.
First Prince, Kain Barba.
Second Princess, Serena Barba.
Third Princess, Yulia Barba.
The rtionship between the First Prince and the Princesses is known to be fairly smooth.
There¡¯s a considerable age gap, and the Crown Prince is known for his calm, forgiving nature. In a way, it was only natural.
However, when it came to the Second and Third Princesses¡
Anyone even remotely interested in the royal family was aware of the dynamic between Serena and Yulia.
-¡°Oh, you mean Her Highness the Second Princess and Her Highness the Third Princess? Yeah, they don¡¯t get along at all.¡±Though they both maintained a polished public image, the facade crumbled after an incident where they stepped on each other¡¯s feet at an official event. Now, they don¡¯t even bother to hide it.
The gossipers have a nickname for them:
- ¡°The Rival Amethyst and tinum.¡±
¡°Oh, aren¡¯t you lucky? Count Ascal Erindale is at the very peak of influence in the Empire right now. He¡¯s practically a golden rope to hang onto. So, when did you set your sights on him, my opportunistic little sister?¡±
Serena tilted her head, giving a cold smile.
Interpretation: You went after Ascal for his political value, didn¡¯t you?
Hidden meaning: Unlike you, I love Ascal with an artistic connection, so my love is purer.
¡°That sounds like something you¡¯d think. I, however, have been by Ascal¡¯s side since he held no power. Yes, even back when he was just a simple rope instead of a golden one. He was rather adorable back then.¡±
Yulia responded with a polite smile.
Interpretation: Jealous? We¡¯ve been together since we had nothing. Ever heard of tonic love?
Hidden meaning: Yes, I raised Ascal. I know all his sides, even the ones you¡¯ve never seen. Ever watched him sleep? He¡¯s cute.
A vein bulged on Serena¡¯s temple.
It was a losing battle from the beginning.
Because Yulia was already dating Ascal.
No matter what Serena said, that fact would not change.
¡°I wonder if he knows about your nasty personality. You¡¯re clingy, paranoid¡ I bet he won¡¯tst a week with you.¡±
Yulia chuckled.
¡°Are you talking about yourself?¡±
¡°Ugh¡¡±
Yes, it was true.
The women of the Barba family didn¡¯t have the best personalities.
In the end, all their insults were like spitting in the wind.
Current record of the sisters¡¯ battles:
127 matches, 64 wins, 63 losses.
Serena held a slight edge.
But this battle was on a whole different level.
If their previous shes were the regr season, this was the World Cup.
If she lost here¡
Serena would forever bear the title ¡°The Sister Who Lost Her Love to Her Younger Sister,¡± haunting her every night, soaking her pillow with tears.
¡°Ascal loves holding my hand. He says he likes the cool touch, and with his warm, dependable hands, he always holds mine tightly.¡±
Yulia went in for another strike.
Serena¡¯s HP dropped significantly.
Each blownded with a heavy, unyielding force.
Still, Serena couldn¡¯t back down.
At this point, the throne didn¡¯t matter. But her first love? No way.
He was the first person to understand her art, to understand her.
She would not let go.
Never.
Since when did they start dating?
Why did it happen so soon?
¡®Did I not notice?¡¯
¡®Even though I was here¡ my darling¡¡¯
¡°Hi
Watching Serena start to cry, Yulia looked a little taken aback.
Serena, who had always worn the mask of the mature older sister, had never shown such vulnerability in front of her.
It was the first time Serena had shown weakness in Yulia¡¯s presence.
¡°Why¡ I¡ I expressed my love so clearly¡ so why won¡¯t he ept it? We¡¯re the same blood. Why is it okay for you and not for me?¡±
Yulia considered her options.
1. Finish this once and for all.
2. Show a bit ofpassion.
In the past, she would¡¯ve undoubtedly chosen the first option. But after her experiences in the North, Yulia had changed a little.
¡°Serena, I just happened to be a bit faster this time. Someone good wille for you too.¡±
?
.
.
.
¡°Even if you just stay still, divine power will be copied, you know?¡±
-¡°Recently¡ another¡ presence¡ sensed¡ eyeing¡ our position.¡±
The Empire had a long history.
Ancient mythical beings and legends had been buried throughout itsnds. Among them, some were once worshipped by the people of the Empire, but most were forgotten with time. Only a few remnants remained. ????
¡°The official religion of the Empire is now the Church of the Star!¡±
After the current emperor dered this, these beings were forced into a kind of slumber, leaving behind only a few words of farewell.
¡°The emperor, that bastard.¡±
¡°That brat¡ªdid he get paid off by the Church of the Star?¡±
¡°My body¡ my body¡ is fading away¡ aaaaaah!¡±
But even for them, an opportunity came.
They had thought they would be forgotten forever and fade away, but the Church of the Star copsed. Furthermore, as the Sacred Tree grew, it began to distribute free divine power everywhere, like a sample corner at a market.
As a result, even minor deities of a lower rank began to awaken.
And naturally, they were drawn to areas with concentrated divine power¡ªstraight to the Department of Evaluation, where the Sacred Tree resided.
- ¡°In my heyday, I¡¯d get ten sacrifices at a time, you know?¡±
The spirit of an ancient mantis god swaggered into the Department of Evaluation.
- ¡°Those sacrifices were raised by me, you know. Kid.¡±
The Cloud Dragon gulped, swallowing the spirit of the mantis god.
The mantis god was no more.
The Cloud Dragon¡¯s divine power grew, albeit slightly.
- ¡°It was supposed to be my turn today, Cloud Dragon. That¡¯s so unfair.¡±
- ¡°The young one got cocky. Next time, you can have it.¡±
Yes.
The White Dragon, Cloud Dragon, and the Thousand-Year Tortoise were not simplyzing around in the Department of Evaluation¡ªthey were actually safeguarding the ce, keeping out unwanted visitors.
¡°It¡¯s a shame to think this lifestyle might end soon.¡±
¡°So, they¡¯re after the Ancient Dragon, Karnax¡ªthe first dragon, is it?¡±
¡°What do you think? Do you think the contractor can defeat Karnax?¡±
¡°In his weakened state, not at his prime, he¡¯s bound to fall to a mortal.¡±
¡°So, in this age of humans, it¡¯s only fitting he loses to one¡ is that it?¡±
The Cloud Dragon set a somber tone.
The n was to forcibly awaken the sleeping Karnax and ambush him. Not a bad idea.
¡°Wait a minute, doesn¡¯t the dormant Karnax absorb the surrounding energy?¡±
¡°Yeah. In about two years, he¡¯ll have gathered enough to start minimal activity.¡±
¡°Is that based on the time before the Sacred Tree, or after?¡±
¡°¡Before.¡±
The Ancient Dragon Karnax, sleeping in the Windwall ins, was expected to awaken soon, in a state of great hunger.
And if events unfolded ording to history, he would be provoked by the battles between the Empire¡¯s forces and the rebels, awakening much earlier than anticipated.
Deprived of sleep, starving, and exhausted, Karnax would be driven mad by the disturbances and, eventually, subdued by humans.
¡°Now, here¡¯s a question about history: where in the Empire can you find the most minor deities and ancient relics?¡±
¡°Windwall ins.¡±
¡°And where does the Ancient Dragon sleep?¡±
¡°Windwall ins¡¡±
The White Dragon, too, realized it.
The benefits of the Sacred Tree were not exclusive to them.
¡°Did you not consider that a restored Karnax wasn¡¯t part of your n, Cloud Dragon?¡±
¡°nning to run away?¡±
¡°And you?¡±
The Cloud Dragon clicked his tongue in mock disbelief.
¡°Say my name, White Dragon.¡±
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¡°Yes, I am the one who brings rain and clouds, ????????, the guardian dragon of this Empire.¡±
The scales of the serpent shimmered like clouds. Legs began to form as the serpent transformed into a dragon.
¡°If I don¡¯t protect the Empire, who will?¡±
¡°The imperial family, Ascal, the Lion Tribe, the allies, the knights, the soldiers, and¡¡±
¡°Let¡¯s skip the minor details.¡±
Clouds began to gather in the sky.
Though he wasn¡¯t fully restored, there was no time to waste. The Cloud Dragon was preparing to reveal himself as the Empire¡¯s guardian dragon.
¡°Perhaps we have¡ three days of respite left.¡±
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Windwall ins.
Kane and Devon, division heads in the Evaluation Department, were on an important mission.
¡°Checking if a dragon is sleeping here? This mission is absurd, Staff of Night.¡±
¡°If they order it, we do it. Stopining, Watcher of Night.¡±
It was an imperial prince¡¯s secret decree.
After hearing Ascal¡¯s story, the prince trusted him yet wanted clear evidence. Such evidence would make it easier to mobilize the army.
¡°But even if they want confirmation, how are we supposed to do it? Knock and say, ¡®Hello, dragon, are you there?¡¯¡±
¡°Our job is to ¡®evaluate,¡¯ after all. We need to assess the probability of a dragon being asleep in the Windwall ins.¡±
¡°So far, the odds are zero.¡±
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Devon continued to operate the magic detector, letting out a sigh. This unexpected mountain hike was grueling; a desk worker¡¯s stamina wasn¡¯t built for climbing.
¡°A dragon is supposedly a master of magic, isn¡¯t it? In that case, the magic should be overflowing. Even a neighborhood monster would have more magic than this.¡±
¡°It is strange, isn¡¯t it?¡±
There was no way a magic detector made by Bernstein himself would be faulty. So, was there truly no dragon here in the Windwall ins?
But they were mistaken.
When Bernstein had given them the magic detector, he¡¯d said:
¡°Different magical energies coexist in one ce. This detector reads the flow of those intertwined forces and points to where the strongest magic flows. However¡¡±
¡°However?¡±
¡°If, by a rare chance, there exists only a single type of magic in the area, this detector won¡¯t function. Such cases might only ur in theboratory at the Mage Tower, though.¡±
¡°Hmm. I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡±
It was an exceptionally rare exception.
For a vast area like this to contain only one type of magic was absurd¡ªunless the dragon had awakened and devoured everything.
A chill ran down his spine.
¡°¡What¡¯s wrong, Devon?¡±
¡°Slowly, start descending the mountain, Kane. Then report to the Crown Prince, or rather, to Minister Ascal as quickly as possible.¡±
¡°Devon?¡±
¡°There is an active dragon here in Windwall.¡±
But it was already toote.
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-¡®This is a good feeling.¡¯
From some point, a massive dragon with red scales was looming over them.
As if watching a mouse run on a wheel, it had been observing them for quite some time.
Windwall was already his domain.
And had been, for a very long time.
-¡®I feel like enjoying a brief moment of amusement.¡¯
Dragon¡¯s gaze.
Yellow eyes gleamed eerily.
Kane thought of it.
It was amon tale.
When one encounters an overwhelming being, one freezes, just like a mouse in front of a cat.
Each time he¡¯d heard such stories, Kane would inwardly scoff.
¡®Isn¡¯t it enough to just move your mouth?¡¯
It was difficult.
¡°Uh, ugh¡ Greetings¡ great one¡¡±
Just moving his mouth a bit drained all his energy. His head reacted instinctively. This wasn¡¯t looking good for survival.
¡¯I enjoy stories and riddles greatly.¡¯
Kane bit his lip hard.
The taste of blood brought him back to his senses.
¡°That¡¯s fortunate. I¡¯m best at riddles and tales.¡±
How long could hest?
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On the day of the Winter Festival.
Everyone headed to the festival grounds with their own resolve.
¡°What do you mean, Seri? You¡¯re quitting acting?¡±
¡°Thank you for everything until now, sir.¡±
¡°The theater will fall apart without you! Wait, Seri!¡±
Her heart was as heavy as a mountain, and her feet felt hard to move.
But Selena had made up her mind.
The lone earring on her ear swayed in the wind.
¡°I-I don¡¯t know. Somehow, things will work out, right? Everything will go smoothly.¡±
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Sushia braced her shoulders confidently.
¡°Ah, it¡¯s cold!¡±
But as soon as the cold wind blew, she shrank back.
¡°The wind is chilly, youngdy.¡±
The butler covered her with a coat. Thanking him, Sushia looked up at the sky. It was clear, yet somehow¡
¡°Today feels like something¡¯s going to happen¡¡±
The highlight of this Winter Festival was that Saintess Eileen would be giving the congrattory speech.
To celebrate the birth of Hero Ascal¡ªand the Golden Pegasus.
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Eileen nervously looked down at her speech, worn thin from being read dozens of times.
¡°I mustn¡¯t make a mistake. No mistakes.¡±
Huff.
Eileen took a deep breath.
In such moments, it was always Ascal who came to mind.
What if you make a mistake? So what?
¡°¡You¡¯re right. Not everything has to be perfect.¡±
Eileen regained herposure.
Incidentally, Ascal had never actually said that.
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-Release me.
¡°I refuse.¡±
-It¡¯s all a misunderstanding. You must believe me.
¡°Silence.¡±
Ascal Erindale, the Empire¡¯s hidden dragon and Count, Minister of the Department of Evaluation and soon-to-be an official Hero.
The main attraction of this year¡¯s Winter Festival was currently¡
¡°I¡¯ll release you when the time is right.¡±
¡imprisoned in a ne.
Yulia ran her fingers over the obsidian ne, stroking it as if it were something dearly beloved.
Wait. Maybe being in this ne isn¡¯t so bad after all.
No work to do.
Food was brought right on time.
Could this possibly be¡ heaven?
Ascal thought.
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A dragon soared through the sky.
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