CH 290

Volume 12 Episode 18

There was no need to go far.

Because it was this royal castle of Shemael that was spread out around me.

It is also the entrance to the royal palace.

The splendid inner fortress walls and numerous buildings spread out within them.

I’ve only been here twice, but twice was enough.

I walked around this place as if it were my own home, and before long I could see a little boy standing in a huge parade ground.

I approached the kid, and with a quick glance, he turned his head to check the kid’s face.

Well.

Samit.

To be honest, I thought this kid wasn’t Samit.

Because my hair was so full.

It wasn’t a joke, it was really rich.

Why is this hair like that now?

That’s when I was about to tap him on the shoulder.

Kugong-!

The whole virtual world trembled once.

‘Can a king who cannot protect his people really be called a king?’

Samit’s voice was right.

It was also a voice that had undergone some transformation.

Are you 17 years old? 18 years old? That seems to be the case.

‘If an ordinary person wears the badge of being a king, should such a person be called a king? What the hell is a king?’

I put my hand down.

The unconscious world is similar to the image world.

‘What is the difference between other countries and Ishmael.’

This is Samit’s firm belief that resonates throughout the world.

Tem-Samit It is the will as a being that supports the existence of Ishmael.

It wouldn’t hurt to watch a little.

‘Kings and nobles of other countries become kings and nobles simply because of blood. But Ishmael placed restrictions on the king. Why?’

This time, it sounded like the voice of a young man in his mid-20s.

‘If the king is not strong, the trust of the people will disappear, and the nation will collapse as it is. But.’

coogong-

‘Is the idea of self-defense really correct? The world calls this an idea for a tyrant. If so, how could a country with such an idea be able to survive for such a long time?’

It is a very attractive idea in terms of self-esteem and face value.

Only the strong can become kings, and especially in Ishmael, the king means the strongest.

Namely, honor and power. A place that has it all.

And this is a digression, since this place is unconscious, everything is possible.

It was as if the royal castle was getting louder and louder with the sound of a groan right before my eyes.

‘The highest value pursued by the spirit of Ishmael is to put the people’s stability and happiness first.’

It was a man’s reflection, contemplation, and a fiery, philosophical light that illuminates the path of life.

Samit seemed to have realized it a long time ago.

‘The ideology of respect for the strong is rather an ideology that desires forcible sacrifices from the king, those who can sacrifice themselves for the community of the state and for the people, that is, the place where the king makes sacrifices.’

Quarreung-!

It looked like lightning.

‘In the zone of the strong, the strong do not simply refer to those who are strong, but to those who are ready to sacrifice mentally and are even strong.’

The royal castle that had become huge became smaller and smaller, and other cities around it grew larger and larger.

It’s possible because it’s an imaginary world, but in reality, it’s never going to happen.

Samit’s thoughts continued.

‘This is the reason why the Ishmael Kingdom, which had only a history of over a hundred years, was able to quickly attack and rise. A nation created through the sacrifices of such kings. Then, like the previous kings, I

Can you survive?’

Kugugung-!!

Kugong-!!

The virtual world, which was beating hard like a heartbeat, slowly finds stability.

‘Can I give my life and sacrifice myself to lead the people on the right path? Can I become such a king? How big is my bowl? what is my strength How far can I grow? Do I deserve to be the king of this kingdom?’

Ishmael is called a savage state that creates tyrants, but if you look inside, this state did not create tyrants and was not barbaric.

Rather, others other than the king were barbaric and cruel.

That is the king of Ishmael.

A person with a sense of responsibility to protect the people and a spirit of self-sacrifice capable of throwing himself away.

Only such a person can be a king and a protector.

In Ishmael, the king is a place where only the victims and the noble saints who sacrifice themselves for the country and the people can sit.

From the outside, it is said that it is a country of warriors and a country of barbarians, but the reality is different.

A place where those who seem so sublime, who seem to have gained everything, sacrifice the most.

Tem-Samit pondered and pondered whether he could become such a king.

Slowly, his image world finds peace.

In such a world, in the past, a man named Tem-Samit made a promise to himself.

‘I am the king of Ishmael.’

turned his head

As soon as he saw young Samit, he let out a small sigh.

There was a reason why he had such lush hair.

He’s got a little bit of hair, but he’s stressed out like that, huh.

There is no reason to think complicated and procrastinate.

Because this was enough.

He reached out his right hand and placed his chin on Samit’s rich head.

Then he slowly turns his head.

An alien being in one’s dream.

What will he think of me as he looks at me who should not exist?

didn’t care

Let’s get our minds right first.

Raise the opposite hand, touch the thumb and middle finger, and bounce.

Damn-!

A clear sound echoed through the entire image world.

My body and young Samit’s bodies began to distort.

I closed my eyes slowly and opened them again slowly.

I was in Samit’s bedroom and my right hand rested on Samit’s head.

Her bald, shiny hair wiggled slightly.

“Umm•••••••”

As if waking up from a real Sleeping Beauty, she slowly opened her eyes.

Dun-Ciel, who was guarding the outside, widened his eyes and stared blankly at this side.

Master, who was sitting at Samit’s bedside.

[Two minutes, it took longer than I thought.]

You say this

In fact, the magic of the Dark Side is like that.

It is to leave the body in reality and send only the mind to the other person’s image world. Roughly speaking, 1 second in reality can be 5 seconds or 10 seconds in the image world.

A 1:1 ratio is almost impossible.

Samit’s state was in a coma, and wishing for the same thing as reality in that state is greed.

It felt like a few hours had passed inside, but it was only two minutes.

Not bad.

“I heard some pretty funny sounds from inside.”

[Sounds funny?]

He shifted his gaze towards Samit, who slowly opened his eyes.

“It sure seems like a good guy.”

Did you even hear that?

Samit, who was looking at me blankly with his eyes open, said to me.

“… … It’s a dog dream.”

Terrible.

I’ve felt it before, but why are all the kids around me like this?

You are our intellectuals.

“Let’s make a clear distinction between the subject and the object when speaking.”

“… … I think I saw you in a dream, but I don’t think so, and I’m confused. What the hell is right?”

I just took a step back.

what is it

“The king is a place of sacrifice… … nice He certainly wasn’t made of muscles, even his brain.”

Samit smiled in disappointment as if it was not funny.

“It even entered into someone else’s dream… … Ha, I wish this was a dream.”

Samit was no different from usual.

Samit finds Dun-Ciel, and Dun-Ciel quickly approaches Samit and tells him of recent events.

Samit heard all the things that nobles came to me and asked me to become king.

He slowly turned his head and looked at me.

I also looked at him, and I must say it was a little surprising.

I knew he’d be mad.

or frustrated.

But not both, I say this.

“I’ll take the lead if you want.”

He didn’t show any embarrassment, absurdity, or anything like that.

I was listening to him with as much expression as possible, but it must have been only me and my master.

“•… “your Majesty?”

Dun-Ciel, who took a step back, expressed all his emotions with that one word.

“I am already a loser. I lost to the same man not once, but twice. I lost to someone who thought it was worth trying, and had powers similar to mine, not an out-of-standard monster like you. If I become the king, will this country be stable?”

All of a sudden, Master came up on my shoulder, and I.

I slowly folded my arms.

“The one who was called the continent’s strongest warrior has been defeated… … And a lot of people watched it… … It’s obvious that you don’t even need to hear or see this.”

Samit turned his head to look at Don-Ciel.

“What about the situation outside?”

“… … The Masters of the Sky Mountains came down and made contact with the noble families in prison.”

“contact?”

“We are tying up our troops and tying them together, saying that a new king should be elected because we cannot recognize Your Majesty as His Majesty.”

“What about the Guards Corps?”

“The captains are guarding the castle, but most of the rest of the Guards Division have left their places of work.”

Samit bursts out laughing as if he’s lost.

“It’s safe to assume that a civil war is about to break out. What is the opposing force?”

“First of all, it is clear that there are three masters, four juniors, and seven masters in total, but everything else is unclear. It could be at least a few thousand or it could be tens of thousands. Since it was prepared quickly, it seems that they were preparing in advance. And those nobles whom Your Majesty previously commanded to commit suicide are now in the dungeons.”

“Well. Why did you keep me alive?”

“I wondered if I could use them to disband the opposing forces.”

In other words, it was a situation that was judged ‘arbitrarily’.

It was then.

The small telecommunication sphere he carried in his pocket flashes.

When I swiped it, Aveiru’s face appeared, and he said it.

The movement of the Ishmael nobles was not unusual.

About 4,000 high circle mana users are gathering in the capital, and among them, there are at least 100 mana users in circle 9, and the number of mana users below that cannot be counted more, and they are still gathering more. It’s a move that has absolutely nothing to do with Duke Panamero, what the hell did you do to me?

There seemed to be some people who moved without communication channels, but they said that it was a strange force, and that they would support the troops by teleporting using Blanc.

“It doesn’t matter, so don’t worry about it.”

At this point, Samit and Ciel, who were all listening, widened their eyes.

{Yes, I understand.}

At Abeiru’s insignificant answer, it rises once more.

“But, just in case you don’t know, tell Benedict. Please take care of the Academy kids.”

{I will. Please suffer, my lord.}

When communication is cut off, Samit asks.

“… … You have a lot of information.”

It may look like that, but well.

I don’t think it’s a bit

Because the communicators aren’t rationed to all nobles now.

Even if it was distributed, there are people who continue to use the existing ones, so in the case of other kingdoms like this, the information that I and Aveiru can obtain is inevitably limited.

This will get better with time

Ji.

It’s still in the early stages.

“What the heck? But why stop? continue. If your opponent’s troops are that big, how about yours?”

“… … We are 4 members of the bodyguard, including your majesty and me. That is, the five Masters and the few remaining Guards Knights. In terms of numbers, the total is 32 people.”

So it’s almost like the country is split in half to fight.

All of a sudden, the scale gets so big, yeah, it’s a burden.

Samit asked something else this time.

“What do you think?”

“what?”

“Which one do you think will win?”

The youngest son of a marquisist