Chapter 305 – Chapter 305 ― The One Who Doesn’t Run (4)
Episode 305 ― Who Doesn’t Run (4)
“In real life… A court mage to His Majesty… Are you talking?”
Roan silently nodded his head lightly.
Anmut reflexively looked back at Urtellia. Their eyes met.
The two noticed that they were thinking the same thing.
The real power of the palace is the magician. Although he puts up a king, he suddenly appeared in the royal castle and quickly became a court mage and controlled many things.
Still, the king, who had been paying attention to the people before, began to implement absurd policies as if running out of control.
The nobles who rebelled were thrown out one by one. Even the beautiful daughter who was called the jewel of this country.
If all of that was to consume the country of Merde in the first place, there couldn’t have been a more efficient way.
Rather than moving the people one by one, if you start a war from above, you can destroy hundreds and thousands with a single gesture.
But.
“However, the kingship cannot be established if the country collapses. In the end, if Merde collapses, neither the royal family nor the wizard who controls it can guarantee a position that is truly powerful, right?”
“The king cannot exist if the country collapses, but he is the one who uses magic… Even if he can use that much magic, there will be many people who want to use his power.”
At Roan’s words, Anmut muttered in a heavy voice.
“Either exile in another country… Are you saying that you can approach someone who becomes the next person in power to give you strength? After all, court mages can manipulate others.”
“It is true.”
“And the purpose is to annihilate Merde’s humans.”
“Hmm.”
“… He was an outrageous person. He is.”
In an instant, life arose from all over Anmut’s body. It was hostile.
Also a warrior
Anmut would have been neglected in Merde because he was a beastman, but he could show such clear hostility towards wizards just because he harmed humans.
Inwardly admiring the hero, Roan shrugged his shoulders.
“I am the head of the demons. Originally, I had no intention of saving humans. However, the wizard intends to eliminate humans and increase his power in his own way. And the power he gains is the opposite of the power of the goddess I serve.”
Yurteria frowned as if she was picking something up.
“Certainly, are you a wizard who uses demonic magic?”
“I know.”
“All wizards… I know, but few people can use that power properly. The efficiency is low, the risk is too great, and above all, it is a very old magic, so there are many parts that have been put into practice.”
“He serves demons and wants to destroy humans. That old magic he found and recreated.”
Urtellia scratched her head with an annoyed expression.
“Somehow, from the time he ordered me to do the work, he was very condescending. I had a plan.”
“Then you are saying that you are approaching the inside of Merde to stop him?”
At Anmut’s question, Roan nodded his head.
“So to speak.”
“They you are looking for are small organizations. As you said, the situation is not very good. I don’t know how far you know, but they’ll have a hard time just staying organized. If you want them to shake the royal family, you’ll have a hard time.”
Anmut’s concerns. However, Roan smiled lightly.
“Jim is not trying to build an army.”
Seeing Roan, Urtellia let out a small sigh of amazement.
Even in this dark room he seemed to glow.
What he looked like wasn’t just because of his looks, but because of the strength and confidence he had and the goodness he had inside.
Even though he’s a demon
“We are trying to find a good direction for both the demons and the humans here. In the meantime, the court mage, Schlaner, is trying to summon a clear threat to the world.”
Anmut also felt emotions similar to those of Urtellia.
Just as the people of Merde who grew up feel, a sense of rebellion against the demon lord through acquired learning.
Respect for Roan’s goodwill and ability as judged by his reason.
As a swordsman, he wants to stand up to his strength.
Deeper than that, I feel it as an instinct as a demon,
The desire to obey Roan’s power.
Many complex emotions were mixed, and Anmut’s gaze at the shining Roan became longing.
Although aware of that, Roan did not point out the part about it to Anmut.
Because he was already able to understand Anmut’s heart through his skills.
As Roan simply said to his servants,
He continued his explanation in a calm and kind tone, as if talking to close friends.
“I support the humans who are trying to survive, and they build up their forces and gradually push the mage out of the palace of Sprouse. It may sound far-fetched, but it’s not as impossible as you think. Because everyone wants to be mentally dependent somewhere.”
Because I’ve already done something similar before.
Having finished talking to that point, Roan rose from his seat. Anmut flinched at his movement.
However, without even noticing Anmut himself, his hand had fallen from the hilt.
“Don’t let the words end here. It will be easier for you to understand if you see it for yourself.”
Roan opened the door after using the transformation magic he was accustomed to.
“Follow me.”
Anmut naturally got up and followed him.
There was still a dissatisfied expression on his face, but there was no longer any delusion or wariness on his face.
**
Seeing that Roan was heading towards the slums, their stronghold, Anmut gave up asking any further questions.
Strange though,
If you ask me if it’s impossible, then again, it’s not.
Come to think of it, Merde’s mercenaries also visited Evirgio’s capital.
It wasn’t easy, but he was even able to enter and exit Basel’s Imperial Castle.
So there is no guarantee that the reverse does not hold.
There are probably more Evirgio people who can invade Merde than there are even more Evirgio people who can invade Evirgio.
There are more humanoid demons than I thought, and
The difference in confidence that comes from the difference in strength between those who are eaten and those who eat is very large.
The difference between the fear that humans feel when they are alone in the country of demons and the fear that demons feel among humans must be remarkable.
So, Anmut was in awe of the size of Roan’s intelligence network and decided to accept it.
Of course, he couldn’t even guess about the concept of ‘game’ or ‘player’, but the influence an emperor can have in this world is comparable to that.
It wasn’t a wild guess.
But, surprisingly, it was true.
Urtellia did not hide her feelings.
“Even I didn’t know the way, so how the hell do you know all these trivial things? Your Majesty’s intelligence network is truly amazing.”
Even at this time, Urtellia’s favorability rating was already in the +50s. In addition, her favor rating soared when she said that she had found her sister, so her favor rating increased by +65.
It was a disgrace that Roan’s actions could not be seen as distasteful.
So even as Yurtalia sets foot in her slums, she only has her surprise and liking for Roan, and she doesn’t grumble.
It was an attitude that compared to Anmut’s nagging every time he moved to meet them.
“Hmm. It doesn’t seem appropriate right now. There will be an opportunity to explain later.”
Roan smiled.
“When we are alone.”
“Just the two of us… !”
Urtellia’s eyes sparkled excessively.
Anmut suppressed his grumbling.
As a demon swordsman, the feelings he felt for Roan were too complex to be simply described as jealousy or just respect.
And he was a man who knew ‘patience’ well.
Even so, when Roan stood at the entrance of the hidden semi-subterranean cave without a word of help from Anmut, he couldn’t hide his surprised eyes.
“I’d be surprised if Jim knocked on the door first.”
Roan took a step back.
It meant calling them to Anmut.
But before Anmut could knock on the door, someone peeked out from upstairs and poked his head out.
“Mr. Anmut!”
Nice voice. Both Roan and Urtellia raised their heads. Roan recognized the owner of the voice.
Fritz. He said he was a priest expelled from the Order.
The mild-mannered look lost the smile on his face as he made eye contact with Roan.
It was an instinctive wary of strangers.
“It’s okay.”
Anmut said.
“I brought someone to talk to.”
Roan, who understood Anmut’s mood through the skills ‘Listen’ and ‘Politics’, made an interesting expression.
Anmut’s ‘it’s okay’ is sincere.
Anmut is a mercenary.
He is a person who has gone through everything before and after, and he does not readily trust others.
But did he believe in himself like this because of the demonic instinct?
Roan’s thoughts stopped as the door in front of him opened.
It was quite a while after Fritz’s face disappeared.
“… Come in I am sorry for being late.”
“Okay.”
Roan nodded his head.
“You must have had time to discuss it with someone else. Time to prepare. I have no intention of harming the people on the inside. You don’t have to worry that much.”
While he was outside, Roan was able to find out through ‘detection’ that a small commotion was going on inside the building.
Beyond that door, about 10 people are hiding, holding their breath.
Fritz’s face was stained with surprise when he met Roan. It wasn’t simply because Roan noticed there were people inside.
“You are…”
Fritz looked back as if relying on Anmut.
“Anmut. Who the hell is this?”
Anmut looked at Fritz with a puzzled look. It’s like asking ‘why?’
Fritz took a deep breath as if frustrated by his reaction and asked.
“Such mighty power… Can’t you feel it?”
Roan’s eyes narrowed.
The reaction is quite different from when we met in the past round 1.
Even then, Fritz felt the goddess power of Roan and commented that she was different from him and pure. However, the reaction was not as dramatic as this.
The difference is one thing.
Rewards for solving unofficial quests newly obtained during the 2nd round. The resulting passive skill.
The only person who can feel Roan’s holy power is Helen in Evirzio. And her default attitude is praise for Roan.
I’m sorry, but it’s not helpful for an objective understanding.
‘Sermo didn’t react like this either.’
The raw reaction of the former priest, who did not have to hide himself compared to the bishop, was quite fresh.
And it was useful too.
“It’s a bit sudden.”
Lennart’s words remained cold even as he held out his hand to shake Roan’s hand.
However, Fritz whispered to Lennart, the head of the so-called ‘traitors’ who looked at Roan with a negative eye.
“I don’t think you need to be so vigilant.”
“… ?”
The brown-haired swordsman, Lennart, gave Fritz a puzzled look.
He was a man who had gone through all sorts of hardships.
Don’t be quick to say this.
Sieryeong, where Fritz was located, had a much worse food situation than Meterling, where Lennart had stayed.
There, Fritz saw how far humans could fall, and he was a person who could objectively judge humans more than other priests.
Rennart had no choice but to be wary of Roan, who was well-dressed, or at least looked like an aristocrat.
But Fritz said seriously.
“I would believe that this person was sent directly by the Goddess.”
