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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 358: Family Visit (1)

Chapter 358: Family Visit (1)

“…Hey,‍⁠ Ryozo. As I understand it, you⁠​‍ can’t have an‍‌ audience with the‌‌ emperor unless the‌‌ Imperial Household approves​​ it first, right?‌⁠ Even if it’s⁠​ Victoria, she can’t⁠​‍ just…”

“Guess⁠‍​ what? The Imperial⁠ Household accepted gladly.”​‍​

I was surprised. Because​⁠ the Imperial Household⁠‍ Office was known​‌ for not easily⁠‍ granting audiences with‌​ the emperor.

‘The‍⁠⁠ Office, which goes​‍‌ to great lengths‌ to maintain the​⁠‍ mystique of the‍ current emperor, accepted‌ the princess’s request​⁠ immediately?’

Within⁠ the imperial family,​‍ the princess’s authority‌‌ was less than​‍ one might imagine.‌‌‌ As I had‌‌⁠ explained before, all‍‍‌ power was centralized‌‍‌ in the emperor.⁠​⁠

The⁠​⁠ Imperial Household Office‍ was the eyes‌⁠⁠ and ears of⁠⁠⁠ the emperor. Even‍ members of the​​⁠ royal family communicated‌‍ with him through​‌ that office.

I briefly thought about‌‌ the true sovereign‍‌⁠ of the western​⁠‍ world. And unintentionally,⁠ I sighed.

“This⁠​ is very suspicious.”​‌​

More‌‌‍ than that, I didn’t understand why⁠ Victoria had made‍ that request to​​ Ryozo. Between her‌ and me, there​ still isn’t a bond close enough‍ for a “family​‌ visit,” is there?‍⁠

“How‍ could common folks​​⁠ like us understand⁠⁠‌ the thoughts of​ the emperor?”

“Ryozo,⁠⁠​ you are not​‍ common folks.”

“That’s‍‌‌ what I’m saying.‌ But, well, before⁠ the emperor we’re‌⁠‌ all the same.‍ Not to belittle‍‍⁠ the Nibelung, but​ their influence is‌‍⁠ limited to the​​⁠ nobility. The emperor‌ is…”

A figure who truly⁠‌‍ deserves the title⁠ of sovereign of‍⁠‌ the western world.⁠⁠ It sounds exaggerated‌‌ and ridiculous at‌‌ the same time.‍

There⁠​ exists an absolute‍ power called the‌‍ God of the‍ Sword. In that‍ context, someone proclaiming⁠​‌ himself “lord of‌⁠‍ the western world”⁠​‌ is simply absurd.⁠ If it weren’t⁠ for me, Geom-Ma,‍‍ that guy would‌ have already been⁠ crushed by divine⁠‍‌ punishment for his⁠⁠ arrogance.

But‍‍​ even so…

Not‌⁠ everything in this‍ world can be⁠​ resolved with violence.‌ Human society is⁠‌ like a heart‍‍‍ full of intertwined‍‍‌ blood vessels—if you‌ cut off the​‍ branches thinking they’re‌‌ insignificant, everything stops‌ in the end.⁠⁠‌

Unfortunately,‌​‍ the Victoria imperial‍ family is like​ an artery situated​​ very close to⁠ the heart of⁠ humanity.

In‍ the imperial family,‍‌‍ tradition exists. A powerful lineage that​⁠‌ has safeguarded ancient‍‍ glory.

Even⁠⁠‌ if the Corps​ Commanders disappear. Even​‍ if the demons‍‍⁠ lose their purpose.⁠‌ Even if the‌‍‌ world praises me,‌‍‍ Geom-Ma. It’s unthinkable⁠ that the authority‌ of the imperial​ family would collapse⁠⁠‍ entirely.

“With⁠ the name of​‌​ Joaquin Academy, we‌ can reject the​⁠ imperial decree.”

Ryozo⁠⁠‌ didn’t mention the⁠⁠ part where the‍⁠‍ academy would have⁠‌‌ to accept certain‌ losses. I thanked‍ her inwardly for​⁠‍ the consideration, though​‌ outwardly I just⁠⁠⁠ shook my head.‍

“It’s‍⁠ fine. If Victoria‌⁠ asked, I have‍ to go.”

“…Geom-Ma,‍ if that’s your‍‌‌ decision.”

“After​ all, sooner or‌⁠ later I had​ to speak with​‌‍ the emperor. I was waiting for‍ the right moment,​ and this is‌‍‌ a good opportunity.”‌‍‌

“Now‌‍ that you mention⁠ it, you’ve never​‌ seen the emperor,‍ right?”

“It’s⁠‌ kind of ambiguous.‌‌ I think I saw him once…”​⁠

Ryozo⁠​​ furrowed her brow‍ while holding her‍ pen.

“What‌‌ do you mean‍ you think you‍‍​ saw him?”

“Hmm…”​‌

Hard‍⁠‍ to explain. I couldn’t say I had seen him‍⁠ in my gamer​​⁠ days.

And⁠ on top of‍ that, I didn’t⁠​ even see him​ clearly, just as‍⁠⁠ a black silhouette.‌⁠

‘Like‍‌ those censored criminals​‌​ in detective anime—but‍⁠ even then, he⁠ had an imposing​ presence.’

In‌​ Miracle Blessing M,​ the emperor is⁠‌‌ the greatest obstacle‍​​ the protagonist Leon‌ faces in the​⁠‌ human world.

He’s​ basically a mid-game‌‌ boss, but I never got to​⁠ fight him.

‘Because‌‌ I quit the⁠‌ game before that.’​⁠‍

It’s‌​ time to visit‌⁠ the most powerful⁠‌ man in humanity.‍‍‍

“How⁠ luxurious will his​⁠ home be?”

You​ could say it’s‌‍‌ a “family visit.”⁠‍

Only‍‌ with sashimi on‌ the side.

***‌‌⁠

Without‍ further delay, we‌‌ departed for England⁠⁠ the next day.‌

Instead​ of transporting via‌ subspace, this time‍‍ we used the‍⁠ air route.

For‌‍ national-level events, this‌ was the preferred‌‍ method.

Although​ subspace significantly shortens‍ travel time, it⁠​​ can be perceived​⁠⁠ as disrespectful by‌ the host country.⁠‌

Because‌ it gives the​‍ impression that it’s⁠‌​ not even worth​ spending time on⁠⁠‍ the journey.

‘Joaquin​ Academy was only⁠⁠ able to use‌‌ subspace during the‍ exchange because it​ held the dominant‌ position.’

But‌‌‍ accepting an invitation​‌‍ from the Victoria‍‌⁠ imperial family and​‍‍ arriving via quick​‌​ warp would be​​ like smearing mud‌‌‌ on Joaquin’s face.‍‍‌

Either‌ way, I gladly​ accepted the day-and-a-half​​ journey.

“…”‌​

“…”⁠

Victoria⁠‌ and I didn’t‌ talk much during⁠⁠ the trip.

‘It’s‍​ just… uncomfortable.’

I only moved my‌‌ eyes. Victoria, with‌ her chin resting‌⁠ on her hand,​ didn’t take her‌​‍ eyes off the‍⁠​ window.

Outside‌‍ there was nothing‌ but floating gray⁠​‍ clouds, yet she⁠ kept staring at‌⁠​ the landscape without‍ pause.

‘Seems‌‍ like she has‌ a lot on​‍ her mind.’

After‌​ all, it was‍‍ quite a bold⁠​ request as legitimate‍⁠ compensation following the​‍ exchange event.

A request that, to⁠⁠⁠ some, might even‍‍ seem rude.

‘Because‍⁠ it was rather‌​ overbearing.’

Although⁠​ personally, I hold‍ no grudge against⁠‍ her.

But‌​‌ I also had​‍‍ no intention of​​⁠ starting a conversation.‍​

If‍‌ I said something⁠ awkward, Victoria would‌⁠ probably shut down‌ even more.

The⁠​‍ atmosphere was dead,‌ like a mouse‍⁠‌ had passed through.‌​‌

And​⁠​ after fourteen long‌ hours, we finally‍‍‍ arrived in England.‍⁠

Clank,‌⁠ clank.

“Please‍⁠ step out, Your⁠‌⁠ Highness.”

“Yes.”‍

The‌​‌ wheels hit a couple of bumps.‌‍

The⁠‌‍ vehicle seemed to‍​ glide over the‍⁠ runway, and soon⁠‌‌ the door opened‍ smoothly.

As‌ soon as Victoria‌ and I stepped⁠‌ out, a group‍ of guards in‌ ceremonial uniforms greeted​‍‍ us.

“We‍​‌ welcome you, Heavenly​ Sword.”

Hmm.​⁠‌ We’re greeted with‍ a rather impersonal‌‌⁠ banner.

Even‍​ so… this is​⁠ more subdued than‍ I expected.

Could​​ it be I had imagined something⁠ more luxurious because⁠⁠⁠ of Parsy Academy?⁠ It almost feels‌ like they’re frugal.‌​⁠

But⁠​ actually, I liked‍⁠ that. This kind‍ of welcome—modest and​‍‌ polished—was more satisfying‌⁠​ to me than​‍⁠ a flashy display.⁠⁠

“It’s‍ a pleasure to‍‌ welcome you, Heavenly‌ Sword. And you‌‍ as well, Your​ Highness.”

“It’s​ been a while.”‌‌​

Victoria‌​ brushed past the​⁠ typically British-looking chamberlain⁠ and entered the‍ limousine.

I followed her, glancing‌‍ at the official’s‌​ face. He had‍ no expression whatsoever,⁠​⁠ an absolutely ordinary‍‌ middle-aged man.

‘Although,⁠ the fact that‍​⁠ he has no⁠ expression might not​⁠⁠ be so ordinary…’‍

As‍ soon as we​‌​ got in, the⁠​⁠ guards on either​‍ side of the‍ limousine saluted with‌ a military bow.‍‌​

A bug landed on​‌ one of their⁠ noses, and even​ then, he didn’t​⁠ move an inch.⁠

‘They​‍ don’t seem to⁠ be heroes or⁠‌ anything, but…’

That​‌ detail spoke to‌‍ the weight of⁠‌‌ the imperial etiquette‍​⁠ manual.

Despite‌​⁠ being a simple​‍ and inexpensive ceremony,⁠‌ it felt more‌‍‌ solemn than that‌⁠‍ of Parsy Academy.‌

“What​⁠⁠ is His Highness’s​⁠‍ father like?”

It‍​ was time to⁠‍‌ ask, so I spoke. The gaze‍‌ that had been​ fixed on the⁠‍⁠ sun shifted.

The​ reddish pupils characteristic⁠ of the imperial​ family reflected calm.‍‌

‘…Why‍‌ this feeling of‌ déjà vu?’

At​ that moment, Victoria‌‍⁠ asked me shyly.‍‍

“Do‍ you know His‍‌ Majesty’s other titles?”‌⁠

“They‌ say he’s called‍‍​ the Mechanical Emperor.‌⁠ Is that true?”​

“There’s⁠ no other title‌​‌ that describes him​⁠ better, so yes.”‌

“Could‍⁠​ you tell me⁠⁠‌ why he’s called​​ that? I’m quite‍​ ignorant on these‍ matters, and I fear I might⁠ do something disrespectful​ in front of‍ the emperor.”

“First‍⁠ of all, you⁠​⁠ should add His‍ Majesty when speaking‌‍⁠ about him…”

“I​⁠ won’t do that.”‍‍

For⁠‌ someone who has‍‌ tried to hinder‍‍ me, that honorific​‌‌ title feels excessive.‍​‌

“…”‌‍‍

“Is⁠ there nothing else?”‌⁠​

“…No,‌​ nothing in particular.”‍​

“Then​ please, tell me⁠‍⁠ the basics about⁠⁠ the emperor.”

“All⁠⁠‌ right.”

I didn’t ask why‌ Victoria had brought‍ me to England.⁠

Just‍​⁠ one look at‌⁠ the chamberlain’s face​‌ was enough to‍‌ understand it.

Victoria‍‌ wanted to use⁠ my voice to​‌ convey something to​ her father. After​‌‍ all, I had⁠ been her instructor‍⁠‍ during the exchange.​⁠

Words​⁠ from a third‌⁠ party always carry⁠ more weight than⁠‍ one’s own.

And‍‍​ if that third⁠ party is a head instructor, all⁠​ the more so.‍⁠⁠

Come⁠⁠ to think of​​ it, it really‌ did feel like‌ a family visit.​‍‌ I was a bit nervous. A homeless orphan, on⁠⁠⁠ a family visit.​‌

While​‍ I tried to‍ swallow the dry⁠‌​ saliva in my‌⁠‌ throat, Victoria began​ to explain:

“His‌‍ Majesty is called‍​​ the Mechanical Emperor‌​‍ because of his​‍ vast knowledge. The​⁠⁠ hereditary blessing of⁠ the imperial family⁠⁠⁠ is the Blessing​‌ of the Owl.⁠⁠ In simple terms,‌ absolute memory.”

“That⁠​ I had heard‍‍ officially.”

“But‍⁠‍ people tend to‍ misunderstand something.”

“What‍⁠ is it?”

“They​‍ believe the imperial‌‍​ family possesses extraordinary​⁠​ combat power.”

“But‌ they’re clearly above‌ average.”

I trained Victoria myself.⁠⁠ She’s a prodigy‌‍ student, with an‍ impressive learning ability—like‌‌⁠ a highly efficient‌⁠ sponge.

“Compared‌‍ to families like​⁠‍ the Nibelung, we‍‍⁠ are below. Because‍‍​ our family’s blessing‍ is not based‌​ on physical power,‌‍⁠ but on memory.‌​‌ I was able​‌⁠ to absorb your‍‍ teachings faster thanks⁠⁠‌ to that absolute​‌‍ memory, not because‍‌ my physical abilities‌ are superior.”

Her​​​ self-assessment was so‌​⁠ clear it left⁠ me speechless.

Then,‌ Victoria asked me‍‌‌ a sudden question.‍‌

“The‌​ tradition of the‍‍ Victoria imperial family⁠ goes back several‌⁠ centuries before the‍‍⁠ founding of Joaquin⁠⁠‍ Academy. Even before⁠​ the founding hero‍ made his name‌ famous, the imperial​‌⁠ family’s authority was​‌ already firmly established.”‍⁠

“I’ve‍‌‍ heard that.”

“And‌‍⁠ the pride of​⁠ the family is‌ not just that‌ spoken history. But⁠​‍ the immense records‌‌⁠ that support it.⁠⁠⁠ That is the‌‍‍ true essence of‍⁠‍ the imperial family.”‌‍‌

“You​ mean the exclusive⁠⁠⁠ library known as⁠‌‍ the Infinite Library.”⁠‍

Victoria⁠ murmured with a blank expression.

“The⁠​‍ Infinite Library was‌⁠ the pride of‌‍ the Victoria family…”‍

“Sorry⁠‍‌ to interrupt, but…‍‌ you’ve been talking‍​​ about it in​ the past tense‌‌ for a while​‍ now. Don’t tell‌‌ me…”

“…It‌‌ was completely destroyed‍ ten years ago.”⁠

“All​⁠⁠ of it?”

“This‍⁠ is a secret‍ of the empire,⁠​⁠ but… I’ll tell‌‍‍ you, because you‌ are the Heavenly​‌ Sword.”

Victoria⁠​ lowered her gaze‍​ and only moved‍​ her lips.

“The‍⁠ one who burned‌​ the greatest pride‍‌ of the imperial​⁠ family… was my⁠​​ own father, His⁠ Majesty the emperor.”⁠​

Damn⁠​ it. What the​ hell is she‍⁠ saying?

“You’re‍ saying the current‌‌⁠ head of the​ family destroyed the‌ legacy of his‍​​ own lineage?”

“There’s​‌‌ no proof, but⁠⁠ according to my⁠⁠⁠ deductions, the only⁠‍ possible suspect… is‌ His Majesty.”

“And⁠​​ what do you‍‌ think his motive‌‌‌ was?”

Victoria‍ inhaled deeply before‌ answering. Perhaps uneasy,⁠​ she opened the‌ window slightly.

“Monopoly.”⁠

She​⁠​ breathed in the​ cold air, closed​‌ her eyes, and‍​​ spoke in a barely audible voice.​‍

“The​ day the Heavenly‍​​ Sword became the‍‍​ hero of humanity,‌​⁠ my father saw‍ you as a future enemy who‍ might threaten his⁠‍ power. That’s why,​ to monopolize information,⁠‍ he burned the‍​⁠ family’s legacy. So‍ only he could⁠​ remember over a thousand years of​ heroic history.”

“You’re⁠​‍ saying he sacrificed​​‍ the historical value‍⁠‍ of the imperial‌‌‌ family just to‌⁠ protect himself…?”

It‌ didn’t make sense.⁠ Greed? That was,‌ ironically, the least‍ fitting emotion for​‍ a Mechanical Emperor.‌

“His​‍ Majesty has a mechanical mind.”

“In⁠⁠‍ what sense do​ you mean that?”‍​⁠

“In⁠‍⁠ the sense that​​ he’s capable of‌‌ cutting away anything⁠ for the sake‌‍‍ of power. Everything.⁠ Even you.”

Screech.⁠

Due‍ to a sudden‌ brake, the limousine‍‍ jolted slightly and​ Victoria’s torso leaned‍ forward. I held‌‌ her abdomen with​​‌ my arm.

Good‌‍‍ thing we were​‌⁠ far from the​ driver’s seat. If‌​ not, she would’ve‍​‍ hit the front​ and been thrown‌​ forward.

“What⁠‌ the hell do‌​⁠ you think you’re​‍⁠ doing?!”

I let out a fierce reprimand. Victoria’s​⁠ reddish hair fell⁠​ forward.

But…⁠​‍ her lower lip‌‌‌ trembled.

Her‍ fist, gently resting‌ on her thigh,‍ was clenched so​ tightly it had‍​‍ turned white.

Swish.‌‍

The‌‍‌ driver turned his⁠ torso toward us.​⁠‍ It was the​ same chamberlain as⁠ before, now looking‌ at us at‌ an angle.

“…Heavenly‌ Sword.”

He‌ slightly raised the​⁠​ brim of his‌‌ hat with his‌‍​ thumb as he⁠‌ spoke. Under the‌⁠⁠ shadow it cast,‌‌‍ his reddish pupils‌‌ shone intensely.

“I‍‍‍ apologize on behalf‍ of my daughter​ for her disrespect.”‍‌​

On‌⁠ his cheek, the‍‍ wrinkles barely formed‍ a faint dimple.‌

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