Chapter 244 – 244. Is this a true story?
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“More than that, Daoud.”
After the bombshell announcement that he had become an advisor to the exorcism department.
While the Emperor’s mood was rapidly deteriorating, Sullivan spoke without hesitation.
“Hey, you know that.”
…He continued speaking while uncharacteristically twisting his waist.
He has a slight blush on his face, and looking at the way he shakes his head and shakes his head, he looks quite embarrassed.
His Majesty the Emperor looked like he was looking at the corpse of a dead cockroach.
“…That bet you made. “If you’re a member of the club, I can bet on you.”
“yes?”
“I also became a club advisor.”
“…yes.”
When I answered feeling a little uneasy, Sullivan looked at me in surprise and opened his mouth.
“…Can’t I do it too?”
“…”
“As long as I win, I can monopolize you, right?”
“Is this okay, you! “Please have a conscience!”
Before I could say anything, screams of opposition erupted.
Cecil and Sully.
In other words, His Majesty the Emperor and the Prime Minister.
Basically, they are enemies that do not mix like oil and water, but the atmosphere emanating between these two right now is more than that.
When Elnor and Sullivan were put together, there was a level of hostility that could literally eat each other, but now the two have a more insidious relationship where they are sarcastic with a smile on their faces.
“…You talk a lot about the topic of having prepared something similar to match-fixing, Your Majesty.”
“…”
“If you want, I can be the referee for that match, right?”
“…is there a need for that?”
His Majesty the Emperor responded with a smiling face.
However, it appears that the corner of the mouth is slightly twitching.
“How can you entrust such a task to a woman like you who has no idea how to forget her age and lusts for a much younger man? Have you ever thought that there is such a thing as a thief?”
It was the same smiling face, but when Sullivan heard that, a large well was engraved on his forehead.
“oh. I think I will live longer than a person without conscience who tries to catch a man in his prime without knowing what to do today and tomorrow. “Wouldn’t I win by a landslide when it comes to being able to stay by that man’s side?”
“…Have you said everything?”
…Let me correct this.
These two have a relationship where they pour out verbal abuse with a smile on their faces.
Next, a fierce debate ensues.
“This damned gum-spot woman-”
“It would be nice to have a lot of fat on your body, you old devil woman-”
“…”
Although it could be said to be a conversation between two rulers of an empire, it was a place of crude criticism that threw dignity, intelligence, and even human dignity into the gutter.
When I listen, I feel like my energy is being absorbed, so I close my eyes and listen to the conversation between the two as much as possible with one ear and out the other.
I am a tree. I am the wind. I am a lake…
“…this piece of trash…”
“…I don’t know how old I got, but I have a bad mood…”
Meanwhile, two women who had clearly poured out all their emotions were breathing heavily and glaring at each other.
And in the meantime, I calmly sip my tea with a carefree expression on my face.
Now that both of us seem to have calmed down, we can open our mouths.
Actually, everything else is fine.
I have to ask this much.
“…By the way.”
I return the words to the two pairs of eyes focused on me.
“Who on earth is running the empire now?”
If the emperor and the prime minister are both here, who is in charge of administrative work in peacetime?
In the first place, is it okay for people in this position to be here doing ridiculous things like this just because of me?
It was a question full of doubts, but both the Emperor and Sullivan just shrugged their shoulders.
“Rad is having a hard time.”
“I also have the authority to designate a business agent.”
“…No, that kind of thing is only used in emergency situations-”
As I was about to say that, my mouth fell shut.
Because there were two pairs of gazes flying at me at the same time as if they were saying, ‘So if this isn’t an emergency, what is?’
“…”
What on earth is my club?
It’s just something I had to do due to school rules…
[Think about it, Dowd.]
‘What.’
[Seriously, if you just play around with your lower body, you can make even this Prime Minister and His Imperial Majesty, who are eternal political enemies, get along well-]
The Soul Linker is completely removed from the arm.
This person must have liked this concept and has been actively pushing this sound for a long time.
Meanwhile, Prime Minister Sullivan was smiling bitterly and bringing up a topic that could not be ignored.
“The problem is that there are people who will smile very brightly when the two of us are away.”
The emperor’s expression also hardened slightly at what Sullivan said.
“…Are you talking about the Council of Elders?”
“The Marquis Bogut is a nuisance in many ways, but at least he knows how to keep the line in front of us…”
A meaningful light briefly appears in that gaze.
“The other guy is the problem. “Your business representative.”
Surely,
“…Count Nicholas. Second in command of the Presbyterian Church. “I believe your Majesty knows his name.”
“Count Nicholas?”
The emperor’s face frowned slightly.
It seems that just hearing it makes him feel uncomfortable.
“He is a human being with no problems with his work ability.”
Sullivan, who watched the reaction, seemed to have a bitter smile on his face that he couldn’t hide.
“…There is a bit of a problem with that reputation.”
His Majesty the Emperor sighed and took out the pipe from his pocket.
While I was traveling with him, I didn’t see him using it that often, but when I hear this guy’s story, I feel like I have to smoke one.
“slaughterer.”
Those words fell out as if they were being chewed and spit out.
“There is a story that half of the ‘extermination work’ of the sub-race in the Empire was accomplished through the hands of that author. “They act as if they have a sense of mission to catch and kill them all.”
“…”
“I heard that there are a few sub-races around you. “It’s probably not a very nice tinnitus to hear.”
My eyes narrow slightly.
How does this person know that?
Didn’t Seras and Victoria completely hide their sub-race?
However, His Majesty tilted his head at my expression.
It seems like it’s even weirder that I don’t know that.
“The story of the Grand Assassin within the Holy Empire is already famous, and in the case of his younger brother… well. “Didn’t he already say it in front of me once?”
“…”
therefore.
That time when I told Seras to act cute like a dog in front of Professor Walter.
When I think about it, I did something really sorry.
While I was pondering that sentence, His Majesty said something that I could not possibly hear.
“And, it seems that my younger brother is involved in some kind of contractual relationship with the Marquis Bogart. “Did you say Victoria?”
“…yes?”
It doesn’t make sense.
‘…Why are you cooperating with such a person?’
Although it is said that it is not Count Nicolas himself who committed such a vicious act, the Marquis Bogart is undoubtedly one of the same people.
Unlike Seras, who clearly belongs to the Holy Empire, she is a free agent who accepts all requests, no matter how much, but it is unlikely that she accepted them without knowing it.
“…Perhaps there is a common goal of cooperation. “I don’t know what it is.”
His Majesty seemed to share the same doubts as me, as he responded with a wry smile.
“Anyway, the problem is that Marquis Bogart is also planning to come over here just in time for the Elfante school performance. If that person comes over, it means that he will become the person with the highest voice in the imperial administration, including the Empire, even if only for a moment.”
His Majesty continued speaking with a serious expression.
“…And Count Nicholas is a person who can do something stupid even in such a split second. “He is a person who specializes in doing trashy things that walk the line.”
“…”
I know the meaning hidden between the lines.
Probably, if you are a human who is so obsessed with catching and killing sub-humans.
There is a pretty good chance that he will reach out to me.
At least, that’s what I will do the moment I find out that there are two sub-races around me.
“He was a human who worked as a hunting dog for the Presbyterian Church. If you smell it, it will come to bite you. “At least be careful not to get noticed while we are away.”
“…in the first place.”
I sigh and continue speaking.
“You know that such a person can be active, so why did you come to see me?”
“…Are you sure you don’t know?”
Sullivan, who heard what I said, responded with a puzzled look.
“Neither I nor Your Majesty are fools. “I really didn’t just designate a business agent and jump all the way here just because you were creating a club.”
“…”
“…Really. “About half.”
Sullivan cleared his throat and answered my suspicious gaze.
Then, about half of them would say that I really ran out to create a club, but whatever.
Sullivan went on to explain.
“…Putting aside the ‘demon-related power’ that even the Magic Tower attracts, your position is important. Daoud.”
“My location?”
“People with good eyes and sharp ears are everywhere. “No matter how hard you try to suppress it in El Fante, your awareness is already quite widespread.”
“…”
That’s what I thought.
Although I tried to quietly suppress most of the incidents I was involved in, it was absolutely impossible for my presence to be completely obscured, no matter the scale or anything else.
“I am acquainted with the chieftain of the tribal alliance. “He has entered the imperial palace, frequents the Duchy of Tristan as if it were his own home, has an unrivaled friendship with the current warriors, and is the only human on the continent who maintains friendships with many of the most dangerous vessels of the devil on the continent.”
Sullivan, who recited my specifications one by one, sighed and said.
“If such a person creates a ‘force’ by gathering all the people he has a connection with. That means it can no longer be considered a simple club.”
“What is that-”
“I don’t know if you realize it, but if you combine all the people in your club, you have enough power to wage a war of conquest against some weak countries. “There is a high probability that he will win.”
Suddenly, I can’t breathe.
As soon as I heard those words, I instantly understood the underlying meaning.
“…And if we gather that kind of power and form it into a ‘group’ in some form. “Even if you didn’t mean to, there will definitely be people who misunderstand.”
“…”
“It’s a faction. Your own, Dowd Campbell’s own faction. Possible to have an impact on a ‘continental level’ in some form. “Don’t all quick-witted people try to get in line somehow?”
…during the club audition, there was literally a huge crowd.
I had a vague guess that it was simply because I thought Elijah and I were quite well known.
“And, there are sufficient conditions to consider the formation of such factions as the cornerstone for the ‘next step.’”
Sullivan said, twirling the pen in his hand.
“You are in an environment where you can become a ‘king’ in some form if you meet the conditions.”
“…”
My head feels dizzy.
“Two great nobles who hold the highest authority in the empire support you. It is even a public fact that it is closely related to the Tristan Duke family. “Everyone must have seen you dancing with the princess at the imperial palace’s social gathering last time.”
“…”
“What if you and the princess get married, gain ‘authority’, and combine the ‘talents’ you currently have? There is ample potential for the creation of a self-reliant state in the form of a ‘principality.’”
“…Honorers and opportunists who think they are smart can get away with thinking that. “That will be the level of power that appears on the outside.”
While I was silent, His Majesty also snorted and agreed.
“And, to paraphrase.”
Sullivan said, frowning slightly.
“As there are so many people trying to target you, it means that there will be many people within the empire who are wary of you.”
“…”
“If you said it was your fault for simply gathering people around you and forming a club, that would be the condemnation of a mentally ill person. But… it is true that the atmosphere is unusual.”
Sullivan stroked his hair.
“The Council of Elders, the subjects under Your Majesty, and even the nobles who are on my side… We had a serious relationship with each other behind the scenes before, but recently the level of friction has risen to the surface. “It feels like a hot potato like you has lit a fuse.”
“…”
“…Your Majesty, you may have come here half as a joke, but at least there is a good reason why I am here. “You never know who might play a prank on you.”
And the number one person to watch out for is Count Nicholas, whom I just mentioned.
Those words were added, but I still looked dazed as I listened to them.
As I continue to listen, I finally understand.
< System Log >
[ Depending on how you run the club, the way the upcoming main quest – Chapter 5, ‘Empire Disruption’ progresses will be determined! ]
…Why did this message appear in front of me?
‘…Caliban.’
[I am listening.]
Caliban responded with a hard voice, but he continued speaking in a voice that was still distraught.
‘…These two people are really nice.’
[hmm.]
‘therefore.’
He says it in a dumbfounded voice.
‘…Are you saying that just because I created a club, a war could break out?’
[hmm.]
‘They even misunderstood my intentions on their own?’
[It sounds like that to my ears.]
‘…’
really.
f*uck.
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fantasy,
