CH 291

Volume 12 Episode 19

One red master, that is, one advanced master, can easily deal with five intermediate masters.

In other words, it would be right for Samit to win, including one Red Master, but I just took a peek into Samit’s inner world.

I saw it and knew what kind of man he was, so I knew for sure which side would win this ‘war’.

therefore.

“The other side will win. exactly

I will win without fighting.”

Dun-Ciel and Samit didn’t say anything.

By the way, among the opposing commanders, there must be someone who clearly knows what kind of man Samit is.

A man who sacrifices himself for the country, a man who values his people so much that he does not do anything that would cause harm to the people if possible.

A man who doesn’t want chaos to descend on the country.

Samit is such a man.

Perhaps if a civil war breaks out, Samit will come down from the throne.

And I’ll bet on these conditions.

Don’t do anything that puts people at risk. If I do, I will come back and kill all the people involved.

This was a future that could be predicted without even looking at it.

therefore.

“Who are you? Your commander.”

Samit answered, as if he had guessed at my question.

“My little brother, Tem-Azuri.”

huh.

Family was a problem here too.

“But what will be different when he becomes king? Because I was weaker than you, I wouldn’t have been pushed out of the king.”

Samit grinned.

“Even if he pursues the ‘nobility’.”

“Nobility?”

“A form in which only nobles rule without the symbol of a king. He was a guy who pursued a system in which the nobility elected a representative and the representative decides the direction of the country by getting rid of the idea of respect for the strong.”

“It’s fun.”

“You keep causing trouble underneath. Even though it was a useful resource as an Intermediate Master, I sent it to the Sky Mountains 7 years ago. But now it looks like I smelled it.”

I also thought that it was the end of things because they said that I was crowned king, but it turned out that it wasn’t.

The aristocrats also had their own factions, and it seems that there were many people who were at odds with each other.

So, the Panamero guy didn’t like the fact that he was a noble family, but he didn’t want the shield to disappear.

didn’t care

They’ll all become corpses soon anyway, so what do you do with care?

I turned around and leaned against the terrace railing as if it had ever been.

Anyway, this is a story based on my standards.

“I’m more interested in something than that.”

“What is it?”

He looked at Samit and said.

“you.”

“… … What a strange taste she had when she was with such a beautiful woman.”

“Not that.”

I passed because I made the story of the past boring.

What I have to say now is this.

“The world I want to create is a kind of gift.”

” Gift?”

A small smile appeared on his lips.

“To create a world that someone 400 years ago wanted to create but could not create, a world that could have been further developed but could not be made bigger. This is enough for a gift.”

“No one can… … Those words don’t mean anything to someone who has the power to do anything. I am that kind of guy.”

I got my back off the railing.

“It takes good people to make a good world. a bastard like me

A really good person.”

When I saw Samit, I thought of the orc chieftain, but the two were definitely similar.

Good people… … No, both are good men.

“King? no need to come down From my point of view, you and Samit are the only ones who are most suited to the position of king in this country.”

“It’s hard to say that’s proof, but the four Masters who guard this royal castle stayed by your side even though they knew what kind of person you are. Good people always stay with good people.”

The last words were a small mumble, but as if they heard it, Dun-Ciel and Samit’s ears perked up.

“I hardly pay any attention to anything other than my own business. I don’t really care if there’s a civil war going on in Ishmael or whatever. By the way. I know that?”

He raised his head and looked at Samit.

I.

“If it’s for my people, I’ll do anything, no matter how big or small it is.”

Slowly, he held out his hand.

“come with me.”

“Be mine. Tem-Samith y Shemael.”

Tem-Samit quietly closed her eyes.

He didn’t express it, but as the situation shows, Samit’s self-esteem was very low now.

A situation in which those who have been defeated by defeat, and who have given them a chance to quietly commit suicide because of their affection, ask someone else to become the king.

This would have lowered self-esteem for anyone other than Samit.

It might be funny to say this, but now Samit felt as if a small flower had bloomed in his complicated mind.

The strongest man in this world.

The man who claims to have returned by himself and actually shows a lot of evidence, the monster that ruled the entire continent in an unprecedented time, tells you that the best fit for the position of king is Samit, what more do you need? Shall I

It was an acknowledgment, and it was a reward.

It weighed more and was more meaningful than any praise received in this world.

true recognition.

I slowly turned my head.

Dun-Ciel.

A man who was a neighborhood friend when he was young, and became a close aide over time.

He will follow whatever choice he makes.

’cause he’s such a man

And.

Three men were walking through the open door.

They were the three masters who guarded the royal castle.

Not all of them had the same case as Dun-Ciel, but it was still a similar case.

These are the talents acquired by the right.

The reason the three of them came in was clear.

Jack Vallantier was leaning his back against the railing.

Because I heard what he said.

The four masters pay attention.

Their will to follow whatever answer comes up.

Samit felt it.

Then there is only one left.

Really, it’s up to you to consider and decide for yourself what is the right choice.

Samit slowly knelt down.

At the same time, the four Masters went behind Samit and knelt down in the same way.

Samit said.

“I’ll see you.”

Then the four masters behind them also spoke.

“I’ll see you.”

Jack got 5 Masters that day.

Samit, who became my subordinate, asks me.

“As you have heard before, the situation in the kingdom of Ishmael is not good. What are you going to do?”

I have to say that as soon as I hear it, goosebumps go up.

“Just do what you normally do. Why are you suddenly being polite?”

“Is that okay?”

Just like Thanos did, he shows the chicken meat, and then Samit laughs.

I have to say it’s a very comfortable laugh.

“What are you going to do now?”

Five Masters, including Samit, look at my mouth with anticipation.

By the way. They don’t seem to know me well yet.

I’m not a big fan of hairdos, but I’m looking forward to some great solution.

It’s simple.

“It’s just a story about people who die are coming together.”

“••••••Yes?”

“Then what’s wrong? Please, if you kill the people who ask you to kill them, it’s over. look. Is it really okay?”

“… … As you all know, Ishmael’s spirit of respect for the strong is… …

Sick – I laughed.

“The shape and purpose of the king making sacrifices for the people to gain stability is good. Someone is nice, but that doesn’t last long.”

“How many kings can there be like you? Your descendants, or the next generation. Obviously, this idea of the strong will disappear soon. Do you know why?”

“Are there many strong people in the world?”

“Yes. There are many strong people in the world. If you dig into that loophole properly, Ishmael will collapse in an instant. It is almost a miracle that Ishmael has survived until now. Look now, there are some very quirky bastards going crazy.”

It’s not a situation to laugh in, but it makes me laugh.

“If a person in this position of king makes an unconditional sacrifice, this kind of problem arises. After all, everything requires interaction, and this kingdom is so deformed.”

I didn’t design this situation or I didn’t.

It’s strange how things happen this way.

“So I have to change the water regularly, but the locals are asking me to kill them. In a way, this is an opportunity.”

“… … I can see for myself.”

“what’?”

Samit quietly shook his head at my question.

Then I looked towards the door.

He clenched his fist towards it.

Kwaang-!!

There is a roar and the door bursts out.

Someone coughed and walked out of the dusty place.

“Cool, you can’t just say it, why are you using violence?”

Angela Hell.

There’s really nothing he doesn’t like.

“Are you free?”

“Clok choke, okay?”

“Are you free, you’re not a stalker, so why are you idling around me like this? annoying.”

Perhaps she sensed that my expression was not good, Angela hurriedly spread her hands and said,

“This time, I came here for a purpose.”

“A dragon?”

“There is one thing I want to tell you precisely.”

a little curious

“What is that?”

Angela glanced at Samit and said,

“It was an intermediate master, was it your younger brother? He went to Beckerman.”

Samit’s eyebrows twitched.

“I heard a bit, but I was talking like this. Just looking at Becker, do you think he will become the king of the Ishmael kingdom?”

Beckerman came to his senses and was surprised exactly twice.

The first reason I was surprised was the fact that one arm was missing, and the second reason was that some foreign ‘energy’ completely enveloped and crushed the cross section.

To be honest, I was surprised once more because I was used to this energy, but I did not express it until that point.

Because I’m tired of being surprised three times.

But what was happening right before his eyes made Beckerman a third surprise in the end.

“What do you want me to be?”

“Please be the new king of Ishmael.”

Whoa-!

Beckerman burst out laughing.

“You are bullshit. why me?”

Beckerman laughed and ignored him, but the man in front of him was always serious.

he says

“Because you are the strongest swordsman on the continent.”

As if using time slip magic, Beckerman’s laughter stopped.

“Do you even know that? Or are you really ignorant?”

Beckerman raised his left arm and pointed to his open right arm.

“Can’t you see this arm?”

“If I am the strongest swordsman on the continent, who on earth cut off this arm?”

“… … Jack Valantier, if you’re talking about that ‘child’, it’s a pity, but it’s rejected by ‘our standards’.”

Beckerman listened to the man without realizing it.

It’s really fun to listen to.

I haven’t lived for that many years, but this is a very strange feeling.

This is real bullshit.

The youngest son of a marquisist