A vacant lot in the dark, deserted mountains far away from Kaltijan City.
After confirming that there were no pursuers, Leffenhardt and his party stopped the carriage for a moment and rested. Tashid lit a bonfire, and Siris put a large pot on the fire and boiled barley porridge.
“Ah, it’s done.”
Siris scooped up the barley porridge and headed towards the trolls. They were now at a distance from the group and were looking around with wary eyes. In particular, the gaze was focused on Russ and Cilan, who were taking care of the horses at a distance. Even though he is a benefactor who saved them, there is no way he can open his heart easily since he was captured by humans and suffered so much.
“Please eat.”
Siris distributed barley porridge to the trolls. The trolls hesitantly accepted the bowl. Still, he seemed a little less wary towards Siris, an elf, and Tarsid, an orc. Everyone carefully opened the porridge and expressed their gratitude.
“Churaf… … .”
“Ungar Bato… … .”
The other trolls also say something in their own language. Siris grinned. Although she couldn’t understand, she could tell from her intonation and expression that she was grateful.
‘They don’t seem to know the common language?’
Unlike other races, trolls do not have the opportunity to learn human language. Other races are raised under humans as slaves and learn the common language, but trolls are literally treated like livestock to draw blood. Since the period of captivity is only about half a year at most, there is no opportunity or time to properly learn how to speak.
So, even though they were living in hiding, most trolls did not know the common language. Even if elves, orcs, and dwarves live freely in remote areas, they naturally come into contact with human language in the process of accepting their compatriots who lived as slaves, but this is not the case for trolls.
After distributing the porridge to everyone, Siris picked up the pot. While cooling her pot, she suddenly looked across the clearing beyond her. Under a large cedar tree, Atilka and Reppenhardt were sitting facing each other and talking.
“It’s different from what you heard? “I have never heard a rumor that King Gwon can use magic.”
Repenhardt shrugged his shoulders at Atilka’s words.
“Because it’s not well known.”
In fact, it’s not that Leffenhardt hasn’t used magic in front of people at all. Quite a few people have seen him use magic, such as during the Crovence Civil War or during his duel with Christine.
However, during the civil war, the level of magic and magic power was different, so magic was not used normally. So the magicians in Yubel’s camp, who were surprised at first, later heard that Repenhardt was the King and made their own common-sense judgment. They believed that what he did was not magic, but the use of some ancient artifact.
And during the battle with Christine, it became a hot topic in a different way. Because of the terrible scandal with Cilan, no one cared that he used magic.
“I didn’t hide it on purpose, but strangely it wasn’t known. haha.”
Leffenhardt laughed heartily.
Of course, if he had continued to use magic openly after that, the rumor would have eventually spread, but after realizing how differently the world perceived wizards and warriors, Repenhardt also hid the fact that he was a wizard. Externally, he realized that it was beneficial in many ways to only pretend to be an Auror user and King of Power, and to keep magic hidden as a secret weapon.
“Well, that doesn’t change the fact that I am the King of Power.”
Leffenhardt raised his right hand. His hands shone brightly with golden aura.
“Still don’t believe me?”
Atilka shook her head.
“You can’t help but believe that Auror.”
The wariness in Atilka’s eyes began to fade little by little.
This person was clearly a king. And next to him were an Orc who used Aurors and an Elf who used elemental magic. The skillful troller also proved that Leffenhardt had a deep understanding of his species.
‘Was the rumor true that the human being King Kwon treats other races as equal intelligences rather than slaves?’
Repenhardt smiled secretly as he looked at Atilka’s face, where the hostility had disappeared.
‘Are you letting your guard down faster than you think? As expected, the performance is the best.’
Since he has a track record of being the County of Antares, his actions are given weight without having to worry about persuasion.
“But I still don’t understand. Where did you learn our language? And how on earth do you know my name?”
Why didn’t I ask that question? Reppenhardt calmly gave his prepared answer.
“There was a troll I knew. He was a survivor of the Bavard tribe living in the Dainharp Forest. Have you ever heard of it?”
Of course, this is just a statement pieced together using information from a previous life. However, it was true that the Babad tribe lived in the Dainharf Forest, and that the tribe was attacked and destroyed by humans. To Atilka, this may be a very plausible reason.
‘There would be no way to confirm the facts.’
Lying may sting a little, but it’s better than telling the truth about space-time regression and then being treated like a crazy person and losing trust.
As expected, Atilka nodded as if she understood.
“Um, I stopped by once before. “Now I understand why you know us so well.”
Atilca’s expression clearly changed to one of favor. Leffenhardt had a serious expression on his face.
“If you can truly believe me, there is something I want to tell you. Guru Atilka.”
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Leffenhardt told everything slowly.
The world he wants.
The future he hopes for.
As the story got longer, Atilka’s eyes calmed down. It was truly a fascinating story.
It has already been more than 10 years since I wandered the world saving my people.
He saved and saved countless compatriots.
Killed and killed countless people.
But the world hasn’t changed at all. Trolls were still treated as monsters, and whenever they were caught, they were brutally murdered.
After finishing his story, Reppenhardt asked in a serious voice.
“Guru Atilka, will you believe in me and support my will? “The land of Antares is also prepared for trolls.”
Atilka was conflicted. If what the author said was true, this would be a new hope for this unchanging reality. And the other person seemed trustworthy.
After hesitating, Atilca opened her mouth.
“Before you answer, there is something I want to ask.”
Reppenhardt tilted his head. A quiet voice continued between pure white molars.
“You are human. “But why are you so worried about us, who are not even your own people?”
I couldn’t understand. Leffenhardt was human. He was not an ordinary person, but a being with great power. He was a person who could live his whole life comfortably and without any worries, just with his own strength.
Why would someone like that try to walk such a difficult path for themselves?
Leppenhardt smiled, looking at Atilka. It was somehow fun. Atilca in her previous life had also asked him this same question.
Feeling nostalgic, Leffenhardt suddenly told a strange story.
“Have you ever been to the southern archipelago of the Teikan Kingdom, Atilka?”
“Uh, isn’t there anything?”
“They say the residents there once had a custom of cannibalism. It is said that they did not feel any guilt about humans eating humans until a wise man from the Teikan Kingdom enlightened them.”
The primitive people of the Southern Archipelago questioned the wise man.
They say cannibalism is their long-standing culture and tradition. Who are you to ignore their own traditions and culture and treat them like this?
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“The wise man answered.”
I know that you must respect your culture and traditions.
But still, there are some things that cannot be tolerated.
Here I saw my friend, my loved one, being eaten by you. So cannibalism was prohibited. You can criticize anything about this. I believe that there are things in this world that absolutely must be protected.
“I just can’t tolerate it either. “People I know, my friends, people I love are treated like slaves.”
Chapter 24 The birth of revolution
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Alkenburg, the city of alchemists located in the southern part of the Kingdom of Grime.
A group of alchemists were holding a meeting at the ‘Tears of Santara’ headquarters, a huge five-story tower rising in the middle of the city.
“You still haven’t figured out the identity of the culprit?”
The old man sitting at the head of the table asked pitifully. It was the guild leader, Orunmaid. The middle-aged alchemist across from him stuttered in confusion.
“Well, that…” … .”
They were currently discussing the culprit who destroyed the guild’s southern district.
‘Santara’s Tears’ did not react very strongly at first when they heard the news from Kaltijan City. This was not the first time the branch was attacked by the legendary troll, Ivory Fang. Having already tried everything he could to hold on to the ivory tusks, there was nothing more he could do.
However, after investigating the truth, this incident was a bit different from before. Thanks to the surviving Kafir group, it was revealed that others had intervened.
Orunmaid shook his head.
“Ivory Fang, that damned monster, it’s like a natural disaster, so I guess there’s nothing we can do about it. “But wouldn’t it be a different story if humans intervened?”
It is something that cannot be overlooked even for the sake of the guild’s authority. The middle-aged alchemist opened the document and answered in an uncertain voice.
“It’s not that there are no suspects, but… … .”
As I investigated, the outline of the culprit was gradually revealed. Thanks to Kafir and the others, we were able to get an impression of the criminal. The orcs and elves that the criminal had under his control were also one of the main pieces of evidence.
It was a group of Kafir who had been unfairly involved, but the damage caused by the alchemists was so great that they could not bear to lose their temper. Moreover, Dipple himself, who committed fraud, has already been punished for it. So he let go of his anger and cooperated with the investigation.
After combining all the circumstances, one person emerged as the definitive suspect. The protagonist of the rumors that have been floating around the continent recently was King Reppenhardt, the ruler of the Kingdom of Antares.
“But there is no conclusive evidence… … .”
King Repenhardt’s golden auror is the clearest evidence that proves him. However, the criminal who attacked the Southern Branch never used Aurors.
“Rather, according to the testimony of the wizard Marund, he used magic skillfully.”
It is clear that the impressions are similar, but the circumstances do not fit at all to confirm that he is the culprit.
Another alchemist continued speaking.
“And the date doesn’t match.”
After investigating, it was true that Leffenhardt was away from the White King at the time the fire occurred. But that period lasted less than 15 days at most.
The distance from the Kingdom of Antares, located in the eastern part of the continent, to the Kingdom of Halaine, at the western end of the continent, was an enormous distance that would take an average traveler on foot for over two months. Even if you run at a fast pace without stopping, it will take about a month. There is no way we can make a round trip in 15 days.
Orunmaid clicked his tongue and muttered.
“Could it be that they used a double?”
“Well, isn’t it such a common impression that you wouldn’t be able to recognize it just by setting up a stand-in?”
To be exact, it’s not an impression, but rather a muscle image… … In any case, Jim Unbreakable’s drone is not an ordinary being to the extent that one might mistake it for being a stand-in.
This was their concern. Although Leffenhardt is certainly suspicious, there is no evidence conclusive enough to warrant an outright protest.
“If the other person was an ordinary person, they would first capture him, torture him, and make him confess… … The opponent is a renowned king and ruler of a country. “Isn’t it impossible to carelessly treat a criminal when there is no evidence?”
One of the other alchemists seemed perplexed and spoke up.
“But rumors are spreading outside that King Reppenhardt has rescued the trolls. Only in this way does the guild’s authority… … .”
Most people often equate the suspect with the criminal. Thanks to the alchemists’ wandering around investigating, the world believed that King Reppenhardt had saved the trolls. Rumors had already spread about how Reppenhardt treated other races, so that story was also accepted as quite credible.
Orunmaid frowned and muttered.
“Damn, that’s a pain in the ass. Judging by the circumstances and his usual actions, it seems clear that he is the author… … .”
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At the same time, the office of Antares White King.
Leffenhardt was sitting at the table looking at documents. Suddenly he smiled.
‘The alchemists must be upset by now.’
More than two months have passed since he returned to the country of Antares. Nevertheless, the alchemists had not yet been able to make any protest.
It was just as I had calculated.
To achieve this, he deliberately revealed his identity vaguely. Rumors spread that it was something he did, but in a way that left no conclusive evidence so that the parties involved could not say anything.
