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Chapter 109

“…….”‍

“…….”​‍‍

The‌ banquet hall returned‍‌ to silence after‌‌‍ the light vanished.​‍⁠

Except​‌‍ for the two‍‍ corrupts writhing on​​ the floor like⁠​ worms, there was‍⁠⁠ no more movement.⁠​

Gathered⁠⁠‌ there were nobles,⁠‌ merchants, officials, peasants,​ and even members⁠ of royalty.

Though​​ their social positions‍‍​ were diverse, the‍⁠ emotion they shared‌‍ was the same—chill,‍ and reverence.

A thousand years had‌‍ passed since demons‌‌‍ became mere legends.‍

But⁠ they were not⁠‍ the only ones‍‌ remembered as legends.⁠

If​ the demons were,​⁠‌ then so was‌⁠​ the First Emperor‍⁠ who defeated them‌ and saved the⁠‍‍ world.

The⁠‍‌ natural enemy of⁠‍ demons.

The‌​‍ power that dispels‍ corrupt magic.

To​‍ witness that reborn‍​⁠ legend before their​​‌ very eyes was​‌⁠ no minor event.​​‌

This‌‌​ was the Empire,‌​ and they were​‍ imperial subjects.

It⁠‍ was the resurgence​​‍ of the Empire’s‍ very legend.

Especially‍⁠⁠ in a moment⁠⁠​ like this, when​‌‌ the corrupt had‌‍ shown their faces‌ for the first⁠ time in a thousand years.

The⁠​‍ exaltation rising in‍‍​ the hearts of⁠ the crowd was​ inevitable.

“…I‍⁠ never thought I’d⁠‍‌ live to see‍‍ the reappearance of‍ a legend with⁠ my own eyes.”‍⁠‌

“Ohhh…!”​‌

“First‌⁠ Emperor…”

“Saint⁠ Bird…! Armian protects⁠‌ the Empire…!”

Some‍ knelt, others broke‌‍ into tears.

Then,⁠‍‍ someone shouted from‌⁠⁠ the crowd.

“Glory‍​⁠ to Aint Armian!”⁠

“The​ natural enemy of⁠​⁠ demons!”

That⁠ was the signal.‍

“Glory‌​ to Aint Armian!”⁠‍‌

“Enemy​ of demons, glory⁠​​ to Aint Armin!”⁠

Commotion‌‍‌ and reverence fused‍⁠⁠ into a unanimous‌ roar.

The​ heavy atmosphere in‍⁠​ the hall, thick‌⁠​ from the search‌ for the corrupt,‍‍‍ immediately transformed into⁠⁠⁠ a sea of⁠⁠‌ hope.

‘The‌⁠‌ beginning’s not bad.’‍‍

The‍​‍ corner of Fernan’s⁠⁠⁠ lips lifted slightly.​‌​

In⁠‍ a single moment,​‍‍ Aint’s name and‍⁠ feat were engraved​‍ in all present.‌​

There⁠ weren’t just nobles​ there, but princes​​‌ and princesses too;‌⁠ therefore, what happened‍ would spread first‌​⁠ throughout Valerich, then‍‍ across the Empire​‌⁠ and the entire​‌‍ continent.

And⁠‌ of course, Fernan‌⁠ would fan the‍​ flames.

‘Hm?’‍‍

Then‌ he noticed something‍⁠ strange.

A man shouting Aint’s‍​ name like the‍ others, but with​‌⁠ a forced air.‌‌‌

His‌‌ expression was a little pale.

Fernan‌‌⁠ approached.

“Count⁠⁠ Daniel, are you‍ feeling unwell?”

“Ah,⁠‍⁠ young master.”

Daniel⁠​⁠ gave a forced⁠‍‍ smile.

“It⁠‌ seems seeing corpses⁠‍​ up close unsettled‌ my stomach. It’s‍⁠​ the first time​ I’ve seen such‌ graphic bodies.”

“Ah,‍​ I understand.”

The‌ Kool house, located​​​ in the heart‌​⁠ of the Empire,⁠ was far from​‍ the battlefields.

Since⁠‍​ the Empire halted‍⁠ its expansion three‍⁠‍ hundred years ago,‍ many noble families‌‍ hadn’t experienced war‌‍⁠ again.

It⁠‌⁠ wasn’t rare for⁠‍ nobles to have​‍‍ never seen a destroyed and bloodied‌‌ corpse.

‘Although‌ a count should’ve⁠‌‌ at least had​‍ some experience.’

Accompanying⁠​ knights on monster⁠‍ hunts or participating‌​ in minor expeditions,‌​‌ something like that.​

In​‌ this world, it​ was impossible to‌⁠ live completely away​ from death and‍ battle.

“…In‍⁠‌ any case, it’s⁠‌ heartening to see‍⁠ the ancient legend​‍‍ is even more‍ grand than told.​ The corrupt won’t​‍ dare challenge the​‍ Empire.”

“Yes,​ that’s how it⁠‍‍ will be.”

Fernan​⁠ would make sure‍‌ of it.

He​ nodded calmly.

***​

【The‌⁠ legend of the⁠‌⁠ Empire, the legend‌‍ of the First‍‌‌ Emperor, and the‌​‍ legend of Armin​‍​ were real.

Aint‌‍ Armian, second-best first-year‍ student of the‌⁠⁠ Imperial Academy of‍‍ Armian, is the‍‌‍ first Armian heir⁠ to enter the‌​ academy in more‌ than a hundred⁠‌ years.

Upon​‌ entering, he ranked‌​‌ 38th in the⁠‌‍ Knight Department and​ was the target​ of mockery and‍ scorn. But after⁠ finishing the semester,‍‌‌ the situation changed.‌⁠‍

When⁠‌ the radiant light‌‍⁠ of the Saint⁠⁠​ Bird filled the‍⁠‌ banquet hall, the⁠​‌ corrupt fell to‌‍‌ their knees by⁠⁠ themselves. The corrupt⁠ magic and the‌‍​ darkness consuming them‍‍ disintegrated, unable to‌⁠⁠ resist…】

“…God,​⁠ if they keep‌ praising me so⁠‌ blatantly, I’ll die​‍ of embarrassment.”

Aint’s​​​ face turned red.⁠‍‌

— You’ll have to⁠‌‌ get used to‌‍​ it.

— An aspiring emperor‍ who can’t handle‌ a little attention?‌‍​ Unacceptable.

“I‌⁠ know, it’s just⁠​⁠ a matter of⁠ getting used to​​‌ it. It’s not‍‌​ that bad, actually.”‌‌

As‌ he said that,‍ his lips and‍‍ eyes were already⁠ smiling.

“But⁠ it bothers me‍⁠ that I’m getting​​ all the credit.‍‌ I didn’t do​ that much.”

It‍‌ was Fernan who‍​‌ predicted the corrupt‌ would infiltrate the​‍‌ conference, who brought⁠‌ him to the⁠​ town hall, who‍‌​ prepared the entire⁠‍ stage, and who​ was now using‌ the newspapers to‌ spread the news.⁠

Aint‍ had only followed‍ his instructions.

— I already told​​​ you.

— There’s no better‌ sponsor than a rich guy.

“It’s⁠‍ impressive. And not​‌​ just now—it’s always‌‌ been like this.”⁠‍

In⁠​ all matters related‍ to the corrupt⁠‍‌ or demons, Fernan​​ had always been‌ there. Always anticipating​⁠​ their plans, preparing,⁠⁠‌ and overcoming them.‌

“…If‌ it weren’t for​ you, I’d be​​ dead already.”

Not⁠‌ even needing to‌ look far back.‌‌

When‍⁠⁠ Andromalius descended, if​ not for Fernan’s​​ golem, Aint would’ve‌ died.

— But you survived.‌‍ And you became‌‌ stronger.

— That worry is​ unnecessary.

“I‌ always receive your‍ help, senior. And‍​ yet, all the⁠ glory falls on​⁠​ me. Is this⁠‌​ fair?”

— Of course it⁠ is. That’s what⁠ that rich guy​ intended from the​‍ beginning.

— The Pellenberg hate⁠‍‌ taking the spotlight.⁠​‍ He’s simply using‍‌ you.

“I‌ know, but…”

Aint‌⁠‌ hesitated. Was it​ really right to​​‌ accept such generosity⁠⁠‍ just for being​ Armian?

That⁠‌ help felt heavy.‍​

Gardner​ said it was‌ “use.” But who⁠‍‍ used another by‍⁠ gifting the heart​​ of a Saint​‌ Bird, the root⁠‍ of an Itarium,​‍ and now even‌‌​ a reputation like‌ this?

That‍ wasn’t use. That​‌ was a debt.​⁠⁠

And‍⁠‌ Aint didn’t know‌ if he could‌ ever repay it.​⁠​

— Of course you​⁠⁠ can. Become emperor.‌‌

— If you do,‍​ you’ll be able​⁠ to repay with‌ mountains of gold.​‌

“Will⁠ gold really be‌‍ enough?”

— Enough? If you‍ tell him that‍ to his face,​ he’ll insult you.‌‍‍

— For the Pellenberg,​⁠‌ nothing matters more⁠‍‌ than money.

— Offer them anything‍‍‍ else and they’ll‍ get angry.

Gardner⁠‍ clicked his tongue,​⁠​ as if saying‍ “You still don’t​‍⁠ get the Pellenberg?”​‍

“…I​​ see.”

— And worry about‌‌ something else. If‍ you don’t give‍​‌ them proper compensation,‌ he’ll take it⁠ himself.

“…What?”‍​

Aint​ blinked, confused.

— What surprises you?​⁠⁠ It’s obvious. The‍ Pellenberg aren’t philanthropists.‌

— Even the previous⁠⁠ Emperor had to⁠‌​ promise them enormous‌‌ profits and land,‍ and he fulfilled‌​ it. Do you​ know how much​​ they pressured him‌ until then?

“…Oh.”⁠‍

The⁠ image of Fernan,‌‍ unfazed, snatching everything⁠ from him, made‍ him shudder.

“…Now​​‍ I have one‍‍​ more reason to​‍‌ become Emperor.”

If‌ he didn’t, as​‍‌ the current Armin,‌ he would never⁠ be able to​ repay that debt.​‍

So‍​‌ Aint once again​ renewed his resolve.⁠

***‍

While‍ Aint blushed reading‍ the newspaper, elsewhere​ in Valerich there​ were others reading⁠ the same paper.​

【Three​‍‍ corrupt discovered in⁠‍​ Valerich. Eleven dead…】⁠

【The​ corrupt show their‍‍ claws…】

【The‍ legend of the‌‌​ Empire, the legend‍ of the First‌ Emperor, and the‍⁠ legend of Armin…】​‌⁠

Fernan​‌ set down the​⁠ newspaper full of⁠‍⁠ headlines about the‍‍ corrupt and Aint.​‌

“It’s‌ today’s paper. Why‌‍ are you showing‌ it to me?”‍

“I‌​ read it and‍ thought of something.‌​‌ If Pellenberg takes​​‍ Aint Armian’s hand,‍ what could it​ truly gain?”

Duke‍ Gransis Vienderk shook‍⁠‌ his head.

“And‍ the more I think about it,​ the less I find an answer.⁠⁠ Schwaben and Armian…⁠‌‌ in the past,⁠ perhaps there was​‍​ a comparison, but‍‍​ now, putting them‌ side by side‌ is already an​‌‌ insult. Their territories,​⁠‌ their armies, their‍ power, their wealth—nothing‍⁠⁠ compares.

Schwaben‌‍ is the current‌ imperial family.

No‌⁠ matter how much‌‌⁠ power the electors​‌‍ have, the Emperor‍‌ is the Emperor.‌

If‍⁠ the imperial crown‌‌‍ offered no benefit,‍ why would Schwaben‍ fight so hard‌⁠ to keep it?‌

Besides,‌ the benefits of​‍‌ joining Armian are‍​ fewer than those⁠ of allying with‌‍‌ Schwaben.

And⁠​‍ the losses of‍ siding with Armian‌‍ are far greater​‍‍ than those of‌⁠ staying with Schwaben.​⁠

“And‍​ yet, your actions​​‌ moved toward Armian.‍‌ As Pellenberg’s representative,‌⁠ that reflects your⁠‌ house’s will.”

“That’s​‌ quite an extreme⁠​ assumption.”

“The‍‌⁠ Pellenberg family, which​ has always remained​ neutral and only‌⁠ pursued profit, now‌‍⁠ suggests breaking that‍​ principle and leaning‌ entirely to one‌ side. That can‌​‍ only mean two‌ things.”

“Two​‍ things?”

“That‌​‍ you see Armian⁠ as a more​‍​ profitable business—or that‌ you’re testing Schwaben​ to gauge their‍⁠ reaction.”

Fernan​ took a sip⁠ of tea.

“Do‌⁠ you think it’s​‍ the first or‌‍‍ the second?”

“Let’s⁠‌​ suppose someone offers‌​​ you a choice⁠⁠ between diamonds and⁠‍​ mithril, excellence. Which⁠‌ would you choose?”‌⁠

“You’re​ turning the question‌​ on me?”

The‌‍‍ duke showed a slight expression of‍‌⁠ discomfort but answered.‌⁠

“Of‌ course, mithril. No‍⁠ matter how expensive‌⁠​ a diamond is,⁠ it doesn’t match⁠​​ the value of‍⁠ mithril.”

“But⁠⁠​ adamantite, mithril, orichalcum—no⁠​ matter how refined—will‌​​ never be as​ beautiful as a diamond.”

“Because‌​ their value doesn’t‍​‌ lie in appearance.”‍

“That’s​‍ my point.”

The⁠​ duke’s eyes lit⁠‍ up.

“And⁠ what if what​‌‍ you have is‍‍​ just a piece‍‍⁠ of iron disguised​ as mithril? Are‍​ you still so​​​ sure?”

“What‌ if it’s iron?​‍‌ In a great‌‍⁠ construction, even iron⁠‌ gains immense value.”​

At​‍‌ that moment, the​‍‍ duke’s eyes widened.​​​

“…So‍​‍ you believe the‍ problem with the​‍ corrupt will worsen.⁠‌ Are you implying‍ Pellenberg has found‌ signs?”

“I​‍ don’t know what⁠‍ you’re talking about.”​⁠‌

Fernan​ shook his head.‌

But‌​⁠ the duke already​ understood.

“I​ see.”

After​⁠‍ a pause, he‌‌⁠ nodded firmly.

“We’ll​‍‍ say that article⁠ was an accident,‍‍‍ written by a random reporter. All‍‍ suspicion of your⁠ involvement will be⁠⁠ removed.”

The​⁠ duke tore the⁠⁠⁠ newspaper.

“And⁠‍​ we’ll say you​​⁠ and Aint went‍​ to the interrogation‍‌‌ simply because you⁠⁠ happened to be‍‍⁠ in contact with​ one of the‌⁠ victims.”

Fernan​⁠​ remained silent, but‍‍ the duke didn’t‌⁠​ mind.

“Take⁠​ it as a gesture of gratitude​ for having pointed⁠ me in a direction.”

“I​‌ don’t know why⁠‍ you’re doing this,⁠ but I’m grateful.​‍‌ And since you’re‍⁠⁠ granting it, there’s‌⁠⁠ something else…”

“Yes,​​ the investment in‍ Rosalia’s research was​‌ real. I can’t⁠ deny it. But⁠​‌ the extent of‌⁠ that investment—I don’t‍ even remember well‍​‌ anymore, it was‌​‍ many years ago.”⁠‍⁠

With⁠ this, he made​ it clear that‌‌ he would still⁠‍ keep one foot‌⁠‌ in the project,‍‌‍ but would reduce‌ the size of​‍‍ his involvement.

Fernan⁠⁠​ decided to be​​ satisfied with that,​‍⁠ for now.

“Sorry‍​ for taking up⁠⁠​ the time of⁠‌‌ someone busy. I’ll⁠‌‍ take my leave.”‍⁠‌

“Yes.‌‍ Until next time.”‍⁠

Fernan​⁠ left.

Click.⁠​ The duke lit‍‌‍ a cigarette.

“The⁠ corrupt are not‍ the end. The​⁠‍ Empire seeks Armian…”‍

The​‍ smoke mixed with⁠‌⁠ the air in⁠‍ the office.

“The‌‍‌ crown of Schwaben,‍ already unstable, will‍⁠⁠ become even more‌ fragile…”

The​‍‌ duke’s eyes clouded​⁠‌ with coldness.

***​‌​

“Good‌⁠ job, Hyde. The​ article came out⁠‌ great.”

“Thank‍​‌ you. I had‌⁠​ it written by‍​ the best writer‍‌ I could find⁠‌⁠ around here. And‌⁠⁠ the photos you​​ took, young master,‍‍ were so good‌ the newspapers were‍ thrilled.”

Fernan⁠ let out a low chuckle.

“And​ what did Duke‍⁠‍ Gransis say?”

“That‍‍ it was a journalist on-site who⁠ acted on his‍‌ own, nothing more.”‌

“He⁠ said that?”

“In​ any case, it‍​‍ would have come⁠‍‍ out sooner or‍ later. I just​⁠ brought it forward‌‍​ a little.”

Talking​ about loose corrupts⁠​ wasn’t the same​⁠‍ as talking about‌‌ a demonic war‍⁠‌ like the one‌‌​ a thousand years‌ ago.

The‍ difference was massive.​

And‍​ recognizing it—or not—changed‍⁠ everything.

‘Now‍‌⁠ I no longer‍​​ have to hide‍​ it.’

He​‌ had kept the‌ summoning of Andromalius‌⁠​ secret because the‌ prophecy book dictated⁠ so.

But,⁠ in the original⁠‌​ timeline, the demons‍⁠ were summoned openly.⁠⁠

So⁠‍⁠ sooner or later⁠‌​ it had to‍⁠‍ be revealed.

‘I‌​ altered it, so​‌‌ I must correct‍​ it.’

By​​‍ capturing Aaron, the​⁠⁠ future in which​ the demon was​​⁠ summoned disappeared.

That‌‌ prevented people from​⁠ realizing the danger​​ in time.

Now​ it was his​ duty to restore‍​⁠ that awareness.

And‌⁠ besides, he had⁠⁠ used that information‌ as a bargaining‍​⁠ chip to get‍‌ what he wanted.‌

A win-win.

“And⁠ what’s Aint doing?”​⁠

“He​ locked himself in⁠⁠‍ the hotel room​‍‍ you lent him,⁠ young master. Too‍ many visitors since⁠‍ yesterday, he’s exhausted.”⁠​⁠

“He’s⁠​⁠ not used to⁠‍ so much interaction.⁠⁠‌ Leave him be.⁠⁠ Whether he keeps⁠ receiving visitors or‍ shrouds himself in‌​ mystery, either way‌⁠‌ benefits him.

After​‌‌ all, the corrupt​‌ won’t stop moving.​‍ And the more‍ they do, the‍ more Aint will‌ be remembered.”

“And​⁠ Professor Rosalia?”

“She’s‍⁠ packing.”

Fernan‌⁠ knocked on her​​ door.

“It’s‌​‍ Fernan, professor. May‍ I come in?”​⁠​

“Come⁠ in.”

Upon‌‌ entering, he saw⁠​​ her preparing her​⁠ luggage.

“Are‍⁠ you leaving?”

“Of⁠‍ course. The conference‍ is over.”

It​ was true. Even​​ if they captured‌‍​ the culprits, with‍ eleven dead the⁠ continuation of the‌‌ congress was nearly⁠​⁠ impossible.

Even‌‍⁠ more so with⁠ the corrupt as‍‍ the perpetrators.

“Don’t‍‍ you think it’s‌ a shame? You‌‌⁠ didn’t get to‍⁠‌ present your research.”​‌⁠

“No,​‍​ I’m not upset.”⁠​‍

That⁠‌ surprised him—he knew‌ she had high‌⁠⁠ expectations.

But​‍ he had to‌⁠‍ hear the full‌‍​ story.

“What⁠‍ I feel is‍‍‍ anger. From the​ start of my‍ research to this‌ conference, those damn‍‌‍ corrupt have interfered‌‌​ too much. They’ve​ made me fail‍‍ twice. And now​‍ I can’t let‍‌‌ it go. I have to strike‍‌​ back.”

“What⁠‌‍ will you do‍ with the mana‌ crystal?”

“I⁠⁠ won’t wait for​‍⁠ the next congress.‌​ I’ll look for‌‌ another alternative.”

The​‍​ Continental Congress was⁠ the most prestigious,⁠⁠ but not the⁠‌ only one.

If⁠‌‍ she couldn’t present​​‌ there, she’d do​ it elsewhere.

She‌⁠⁠ wasn’t going to⁠ wait five years.​

“You⁠ handle the preparations.”‌​

“Me?”‍

“Of⁠ course. If you⁠ want to use⁠ my research for‍‍⁠ commercial purposes, you’ll‌ have to make⁠⁠ it move.”

She‌ said it without​‌‍ shame.

“I‌‌​ want exclusivity. But​⁠‍ Duke Gransis is​‍⁠ trying to interfere.”‌⁠

“I⁠⁠‍ can’t stop the⁠ duke. Handle it​​ yourself. Don’t expect​‍⁠ everything handed to​⁠ you.”

Fernan‌⁠​ chuckled softly.

“Understood.⁠​​ I’ll try organizing​​ something with the‌ support of the​‍ Dragon God Cult.”​

The​‍ second most influential⁠‌ conference after the⁠‌ continental one was‌ the one directly‌‌ organized by the⁠​ cult.

Rosalia‌​​ searched her case‌⁠‌ for cigarettes.

Empty.‌‍​

“Ah.”‌

“Here.”‌​

Fernan​⁠⁠ pulled out another‍‍ case from his‌ subspace.

“One‍​ hundred units. Arrived​ today at the​⁠ Golden Turtle Guild​ branch.”

“Choosing​⁠‌ you as my‍​ sponsor was the​‌‍ best decision I made.”

“What‌ a contrast to‌​ what you told‍‌ me before.”

She‌ lit one and​ took a deep⁠​ drag.

“Under​‌ withdrawal, one gives⁠ even their liver.”​

“That⁠‍ bad?”

“You‌‌ made me this‍​ way.”

“I‍ only gave them​‍ to help with‍⁠ your research, I didn’t expect you⁠⁠‍ to smoke so‌‍ much.”

“How​‌‌ hypocritical. You’re happy⁠ to be my​ constant supplier.”

Rosalia‍ laughed sarcastically.

“By​ the way, if‍ you discover another‌‍‍ corrupt, let me​‍‌ know.”

“Want‍‌​ revenge?”

“Revenge?‍ Nothing that noble.”‌​

Just—‌⁠

“To‌⁠​ get even.”

“I’ll⁠‌ keep it in⁠​ mind.”

Though‌‍ in reality, Fernan⁠‌‌ had no intention⁠ of letting her​‌​ know.

“I’ll​‌‌ be taking that‌⁠‍ one for myself.”⁠‍

They‍‌‌ had been caught​‍ off guard.

There‌ were no attacks⁠ on the way​ in—but on the‍⁠‍ return, yes.

And‌‌ with far more⁠‌​ strength than expected.​‌‌

“…Damn‍​‍ it.”

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