Dream Life

I, Desmond Gateskel, have always been behind the old measures of Raswell Borderline Uncle. But still, I still could afford it.

Even if the cultivation of "Blood Hualien" and the manufacture of "Blood of the Light God (Lucidus)" were revealed, the Viscount Tiesburn family only authorized merchants in commercial cities (Aurelia) to manufacture drugs and did not do anything that would contravene the laws of the Empire.

There will be moral problems.

Of course, they are likely to be disputed by borderline uncles and high-ranking officials of the Empire. But at least the Viscount Territories' inhabitants should support us. No one should think they want to go back to high taxes and poor living like they used to.

But my thoughts broke from the unexpected. No, I guess they were just dancing on his palm from the beginning.

Auraf Oulett of the Oulett Chamber of Commerce changed the leopard.

Oulett said that if Lucidus' blood production was known to Borderline Uncle, the ban on sales and manufacture would necessarily be legislated, and he pressed for his hands to be struck before that.

By that time, Viscount Tiesburn territory had begun to earn steady income due to my measures. In other words, it did not require the manufacture of this drug.

I tried to turn down Owlett's offer.

But he reopened it.

Viscount Tiesburn has threatened to sue Uncle Borderline for connecting with the enemy Luke.

At first, he thought it was not enough to fear the threat of a merchant. But he finally stripped himself of his true nature.

The Oulett Chamber of Commerce is a special institution that received the intentions of the Holy King's Palace of Lukes and has threatened to fabricate as much evidence as it can.

Hearing that word, am I fulfilling that the Oulett Chamber of Commerce is truly an organization that has drawn the will of the Holy King's Office? and reflected on their actions.

No, even if I don't think back, there have been many suspicions about Oulett's behavior so far. I was turning away from that fact.

A mid-level drug-specialised chamber of commerce, yet rich in funding and a constant supply of slaves. With all that money and labor, you would have had as many dealers as you wanted, even if you didn't dare to choose Viscount Tiesburn.

In other words, Luke's Holy King's Palace approached me for a different purpose.

I realized that and did it with regret with the contradiction of Oulett's words.

"Didn't you say the Holy King's Palace was controlling the manufacture of" Lucidus blood ”? The hand of that holy king's house makes the blood of Lucidus. Don't you think that's funny?"

Oulett doesn't try to answer my question just with a creepy grin.

Even if he doesn't answer, I can imagine somehow. Perhaps the Holy King's Palace is trying to take in the Holy Knights, militants within the Order of the Light God.

Reduce the circulation to the extreme and force the handles to be raised by giving Lucidus' blood only to the Holy Knight, who obeys the will of the Holy King's Palace. It's about the saints painted with greed. If the Holy King's Palace is to be mentioned, it will be able to adjust well enough. If they're Luke's, it's no surprise they're doing it to that extent.

After a lot of silence, Oulett has suddenly changed the subject.

"I don't care about that. Because it's none of your business. Let's talk about suggestions for opening this up…"

It was a terrible suggestion to get out of his mouth.

"... to make the northern part of the Empire independent. And you will destroy the Caerm Empire with the Holy King by acquiring the Aurelia, the commercial city where the wealth of the world gathers! ……

His proposal was to make the northern realm of the Empire independent, allied with the Holy King Luke, and opposed to the Empire. He said that if the northern realm of the Empire became independent and obtained an alliance with Luke, plus Aurelia, the Empire and the Empire would be mutually reinforcing.

Indeed, in the northern realm of the Empire alone, it has about 20% of the national power of the entire empire. Luke's Holy King is also about 20% of the empire's national power, and if combined, the power ratio can be brought closer from the current one-to-five to one-to-two at once. If we can get more Aurelia wealth, we can take it as close to each other as we can nationally.

But that's airborne theory on the desk.

Indeed, the national power of the northern part of the empire, i.e., population, economic power, etc., is almost 20% of the entire empire. But the actual work force is overwhelmingly inferior.

Historical emperors, including the current emperor, have been wary of the departure of the northern governor and have not permitted the possession of more than a certain amount of force.

Even if you get the northern governor's office army intact, there are only thousands of defensemen in the city dotted with 10,000 of the four knights. Even if you conscript, you can't be immediately warriored, and that's what you would lose instantly if you didn't use it in "Lucidus' blood” too.

Except for geographical barriers like the Moenian Mountains - a steep mountainous area between the western Caerm Empire and the northeast of the Holy King of Luke - like Luke's, the northern realm of the Empire continues to have open plains, with countless invasive routes from the south. If we try to prevent the invasion of the Empire altogether, we will have to disperse even fewer forces.

That's not the only problem. There are many knights and people who pledge allegiance to the Raswell family. It would be difficult to obtain the full force of the status quo, even if power was seized by such forceful means as conspiracy.

And "The Blood of the Light God", but this is the land of the fanatics, Luke, which is why we can use it. If it's a normal feeling, no one would want to use drugs that would make them obsolete.

It should only be possible to take part in jihad and adopt such a way as to make them drink by Peten, except for the light divine followers whose martyrdom was imprinted with virtue.

Perhaps, no, neither surely does Oulett and the people behind him in the Holy King's Palace believe that independence will succeed. Their aim is to create confusion within the Empire.

I knew so far, but I could not reject Oulett's suggestion.

Because if we keep going, Master Constance will undoubtedly be in distress. I'm talking about Oulette, who's ready. You must have already fabricated conclusive evidence. If the evidence were brought to the Imperial Capital, the great gracious Constance would give death.

When I decided to drink his suggestion, I was thinking of something else.

Yes, I just didn't want Master Constance to disappoint me. So I rode his suggestion.

Objectively, you'd think it was some stupid reason. Myself, I don't have to think so. But it was undisputed, and it was meant to be.

I didn't reject his suggestion, but I kept thinking about whether there was any way to crack this situation down.

And because of Rodrick Lockhart's marriage to Rosalind Raswell, he got the information that the Lockhart family was going to visit Welburn.

So I flashed.

Luke makes us rebel because they thought we were worthless to use other than that. Then you just have to get the usage value they're convinced of.

Luke's relationship with the Blacksmith Guild has deteriorated, losing the Dwarf blacksmiths. If, then, we can be in control of the Blacksmith Guild, Luke will also find value in use for us. And buy time, and in the meantime get rid of Oulett and the others.

Fortunately, Rodrick Lockhart is exactly what I would call the Knight's Book of Legends.

Not accommodating, but if you feel greatly grateful, you are likely to follow our demands and pass on distillation technology.

I ordered the assassination of Masaias Lockhart and the abduction of his family to his subordinate, Harrison Gannell. And you decided to rescue Rodrick's family and turn him over.

My man Gannell, but he was the knight I accidentally helped, a veteran on the front against Lukes. He was betrayed by senior nobles on the battlefield and discredited with his men. As a result, he felt so disappointed that all his hair grew white.

He returned to Imperial Capital to retaliate, but he was unluckily unsuccessful in retaliating and was pursued in reverse. By chance, I helped him on the run. He has since become my belly and I work.

At the time I picked it up, it was scratched by a blur and I couldn't move properly, but when I recovered from healing magic, I showed unexpected talent. He was talented in intelligence, plotting, and so forth, while also harnessing his swordsmanship. And nature and the work behind it became Gannell's responsibility.

I ordered that Gannel to raid the Lockhart family.

Turning back, if Masaias dies, it is a well-known fact that Rodrick will carry on the trail, and my measures are likely to succeed.

But the Lockhart family is famous for its strong soldiers.

Earlier Govan Lockhart is knighted from civilian with that arm, and his men are Luke's elite, fierce men who have crossed more than one another with the Beast Slave Troops.

I hear that even the most armoured gannels of my men have exceeded level fifty, but the Lockhart family squire has exceeded level sixty. In fact, Rodrick is beyond level fifty, even though he was twenty years old, proving that Lockhart's name is not Dade.

I have concluded discussions with Ganel on that point.

This time, there are three squires who follow Masaias, while the others say they are vigilantes. No matter how small the number of "who" rehearses.

Fighting is number. If this one has the power to overwhelm the enemy, there will be no problem.

The only anxiety element is Zacharias Lockhart, the second son of Masaias.

As far as I can tell, I have already made a name for myself in the academic city as a high-ranking magician, and even more so as an adventurer, as no stranger on Aurelia Street. If that's all, it's not enough to be afraid, but what I fear most is that he has political talent.

The fact that I was able to turn down the invitation of the skilled Wargman, albeit cordially with the council president of that sorcerer's guild, is a true sign of that.

Being able to cross more than one another with Wargman at the young age of fifteen. I have talent until I'm horrible.

Certainly there is no correlation between political talent and fighting talent. But being able to cross with a man as good as Wargman means being young and seeing ahead. It seemed terrible to me.

Gannel was also fully consulted on that point.

Gannell should not be alarmed about Zacharias, but disconnected that it is unlikely to be a major obstacle.

"From Dear Desmond's information, Zacharias seems to be a“ adventurer ”of considerable arms. However, you don't seem to have any experience as a mercenary, and you don't seem to have experienced much interpersonal combat"

I was a military amateur and I didn't immediately understand what Gannell was trying to say.

"Even if you don't have experience in interpersonal warfare, can you be a powerful warrior if you are a high-ranking mage?

Gunnel shook his head (wearing it),

"Adventurers specialize in hunting demons. They are the hunting side, not the hunting side."

I'm starting to get a little bit of what Gannell wants to say, too.

"So you're saying that adventurers and regular soldiers fight differently?

"Yes. Adventurers' magicians prefer to fight where they will be in their favor. For example, if you are a fire attribute magic magician, you hate fighting in the woods where there is a risk of extended burning. In addition, wind attribute magicians also draw demons into grasslands, wastelands, etc. with few obstacles to fight. Zacharias parties often seem to hunt demons with wind and fire attributes. I mean, fighting in the deep woods isn't the battlefield they're good at."

Gannell says magicians fight differently depending on their attributes and tend to lose a lot of fighting power in places they don't like.

I thought so, but one suspicion overtook my mind.

"Zacharias is a genius with all attributes. So you don't choose the battlefield?

Gannell seemed to be concerned about the same thing, and replies, "You are absolutely right". But it also seemed that we had already considered that, and the answer came right back.

"It is certainly possible to come using other attributes. But I'm going to ambush you in the woods this time. If you bring them into a turmoil in a forest with no prospects, no matter how powerful the magicians are, they fear accidental firing at their allies, and the only way to deal with it is with a single shot of magic. I mean, even though it's powerful, it can only be as threatening as an archer."

I was still not convinced.

"Zacharias seems to be someone who can read ahead. I'm really anxious..."

"Unfortunately, you can't possibly foresee everything, not to say a genius who can read ahead. There are so many real-life examples that young geniuses sweep and throw away such things as dying in the first place. The place to kill each other is where an instant patrol takes its life. You just have to give them room to think by surprise…"

Gannell was more rap than usual, either to reassure me.

"I will put all those I have gathered into this operation. I'm going to hit the lockheart, especially with an armed swordsman. At least three times the number of Lockhart families."

"Is it okay to triple it? Rodrick is defeating the first giant (Cyclops) in just one platoon. Isn't that too little?

"By staging an ambush, if you disperse the enemy's power, it will multiply it by five or six times locally. Conversely, any more could result in an ambush being breached. So this is the best number of people."

Of the roughly seventy mercenary collapsed rogues, Gannell decided to devote thirty-seven who were good at melee attacks to the Lockhart family raid.

"Be good! I'll leave everything to you."

I trusted Gannell and decided to leave everything to him.

I kept another hand on it.

It's about involving the Oulett Chamber of Commerce in this raid.

As a mastermind, they are trying to put us at risk alone. I mean, if we fail, they don't have a recourse. So I decided to drag them into this measure as insurance.

Of course, I haven't told Oulett anything about this raid. For the sake of future bees, I just secretly ordered them to collect weapons because they would need them.

At first I was reluctant, but when I told you that if we gathered weapons, we would always be in the eyes of the border uncle and that the plan would be exposed, reluctantly I promised to cooperate.

I ordered Gannell to use Oulett's collected weapon in the raid unit. Ganell also seemed anxious about the mercenary collapses he collected, and after handing over those weapons, he also trained.

And reports came up from Gannell's men, who were releasing them to Aurelia Street, that the Lockhart family had moved.

I sent a messenger to Low Cliff's deputy, Arman Boyette, to secretly dispose of this one if the raid fails.

Boyette is held weak by Oulett and is part of our plot. Owlett has heard that due to the transport of Lucidus' blood, he needed to contain the exit low cliff to Aurelia Avenue and fitted the voiet.

Boyette is petty and untrustworthy, but this time he was splitting it off as being like insurance.

And on July 7th, Gannell's men, an assault unit under the command of Maddock the Mercenary Collapse, attacked the Lockhart family.

I was waiting at Wellburn for a report of the success of the raid.

But the reports brought in the following evening were the worst information: raid failures and Maddock and the others' captivity.

I was in a hurry.

The same goes for what I believed the raid would succeed, but if it failed, I didn't think Maddock would ever be captured in command.

Maddock was ordered to leave immediately and head to a certain place, whether he succeeded or failed in the raid. He also told Gannell to look out for the raid and ordered him to dispose of Maddock, whether the raid was successful or not.

In addition, Boyette had been instructed to secure and dispose of Maddock's condition. Under no circumstances was Maddock supposed to disappear from the world within that day.

I reprimanded Gannell as I listened to the report.

"I have no choice but to fail the raid. But why is Maddock alive!

Gannel draped his head deep,

"My prospects seemed sweet. Zacharias was a magician far beyond my expectations..."

Usually, Gannell, who rarely changes his expression, began to report it so that he squeezed it out with a regrettable look.

I heard the report and deplored the sweetness of my own information-gathering.

To the extent examined in Doctus, what Zacharias specializes in was wind and fire attributes, and he talked about using light attributes very rarely. But there was something in that information about developing some of the original magic and using more effective magic than normal magic. Naturally, I would have tried a lot of other attributes.

He seemed intentionally covering up magic other than the three attributes. Probably assumed this would happen.

And I fell in love with Zacharias.

The story of the most prestigious professor of the Tilia School of Magic admiring him at will is famous. Among them was the study of composite magic. Naturally, we should have thought of the dark attributes as extreme. But I got caught up in Zacharias' information manipulation.

I regretted that, but now is not the time to look back on the past.

"Where the Lockhart family has entered Wellburn here, they will perish with Uncle Borderline. Probably should be here the day after tomorrow. The decision was taken the day after the Lockhart family entered Wellburn Castle. This is done without consulting Constance..."

I arbitrarily decided to impose a Welburn Castle raid.

Limited time to prepare.

Fortunately, Gannell had always dyed his hair black and disguised when he met Maddock and others, so there is little fear that our involvement would be known from Maddock's mouth. But over time, Uncle Borderline will find evidence of my involvement.

I took a bet.

I dared to clarify my confrontation posture with Uncle Borderline.

Clarifying the confrontation posture would also keep Lockhart out of the castle as much as possible, just to be careful. In common sense, the safest place is in the castle.

And I decided to return my belly, Harrison Gannell, to the Viscount Territory and make it seem like he had begun to prepare for a rebellion. Whether it's Borderline Uncle or Baron Oldham, Master Constance and I think we're oblivious to the military, and we wouldn't even think dew about things happening without Gannell.

I decided to poke that psychological gap.

And on the twelfth of July, that time came.

The security of Castle Welburn is provided by the Battalion of the First Knights on a rotating basis. The First Knights are the Knights under the direct command of the Governor of the North, the most loyal and inconceivable to betray the Borderline Uncle.

I laid eyes on it.

If the battalion providing security for the castle flies the anti-flag, one battalion of five hundred people in the castle with no escape - three hundred and seventy-five in action because there are one hundred and twenty-five soldiers as auxiliary personnel for the march - will be targeting the lives of the borderline brethren.

No matter how hands-on the Lockhart family is and Zacharias is a genius magician, it's impossible to beat a battalion of elite knights against him.

Furthermore, the only escape route that the Raswell family supposedly knows is from Master Constance, and it should be impossible to escape.

The question is how to betray the loyal First Knights soldiers.

My hands have already hit me on this.

Yes, use the blood of Lucidus that started it.

Lucidus' blood loses fear and has the effect of temporarily improving physical abilities. It also has the effect of decreasing judgment and blindly obeying orders.

It's a way to get Lucidus to drink his blood, but it's a way of plugging wine in at dinner. In this case, it shouldn't be so much of an obstacle if you can't get the squadron that does the sleeping number to drink, but if you pull in the big captain and the other four squadron captains.

If a squadron that does not drink Lucidus' blood does not obey the commands of the Great Captain, you can kill them all as traitors.

In the evening, I was in the cafeteria at Welburn Castle.

Today's security officer was the Fourth Battalion of the First Knights, and I had plugged them a hundred bottles of red wine because they were from Viscount Tiesburn. The second squadron is sleepless and absent, but almost all the other squadrons are in place.

I act like I'm selling the captain a charm and pour red wine.

"It's a plug from His Highness the Viscount of Tiesburn. Naturally, there should be no obstruction to castle security, but you don't mind a drink or two, do you? Of course, it's not poisoned."

I pour wine on my goblet and mouth on it.

Lucidus' blood is to an extent elevated if very small, and does not affect his judgment.

From my mouth, I empty one cup after the other to see if I'm relieved less than the captain.

In the meantime, I will say that it is for the Empire that Master Constance will be Francis' hindsight.

They misunderstood my purpose to be the popularity of Master Constance and sent me a similarly scornful gaze. The doubtful knights, who were only a few of them, also began to drink my wine.

I was up for a drink in my heart, pretending not to notice their thoughts. The simple knights never noticed my measures. He said this was done.

In about twenty minutes all the wine was gone.

Some have already lost their eyes, and the effect of Lucidus' blood is beginning to appear. The eyes of the battalion captain sitting next to me are also powerless and his gaze is not set.

"Gentlemen! My country is in danger! Governor of the North, Hubert Raswell has betrayed the Empire!

The knights had no reaction to my words. But that was the way I expected it to unfold. Lucidus' blood significantly diminishes his judgment. Because of this, I can't react to statements that I don't know what to do.

"I, Count Germaine Henderson, have been ordered by His Majesty the Emperor to dispose of the Governor of the North! Go under my command and defeat Hubert Raswell and all the Lockhart family who side with him!

I used a false name against the dull knights of judgment and decided to move them with an unlikely life.

Lucidus' blood has the effect of becoming faithful to the orders of superiors, but this is only good if those who take it think so, they do not actually need to be superiors. This usually does not happen because the commander of the Implementing Unit does not take Lucidus' blood.

A great captain stood up to my words and said, "Consider the rebel Hubert Raswell! Ordered," The knights who were in the dining room likewise said, "Strike the traitor!" and get up screaming.

I was convinced of my success. And after giving detailed instructions not to let Uncle Borderline escape, he followed the scene.