"After a few months in bed, your father should be OK. By the way, I have a question for you."
Henry knelt close to his father, who was riddled with wounds. He eventually breathed a sigh of relief because his father was breathing normally and the wounds had stopped bleeding for a long time. In his heart, he thanked his friend Riel.
"What exactly is it?"
I thoroughly considered it before deciding that I would like to reign over a piece of territory somewhere in the world in the future. But I will not be controlled by anyone else; I will be at the top, with everyone underneath me.
That's such a lofty goal, isn't it?
As a consequence, the Empire may become an enemy, nay, they will undoubtedly become an enemy. Someday, I would use
If they weren't up against me, these aristocrats couldn't be underestimated. They would have fought with everything they had, their lives on the line.But because their adversary was me, they were defeated before they could even act, and I was not the type of guy who would give the opponent a chance to strike back.I grinned at the sight of his battered face, despite the fact that he was still attempting to stagger for time."You provoked this Young Master, so now he'll show you he's not to be trifled with!" I continued to kick the person who was now screaming, fuming with rage.His cries for aid, however, will never be heard because I was trampling firmly on his mouth.Sure enough, traces of life began to emerge from the oth
I climbed out of bed and dressed in a proper, non-obtrusive, but presentable outfit. I had money, therefore I wasn't going to play poor. I don't want attention, but I'm not going to make myself suffer for it.After all, I was hoping to have a taste of romance while at the academy. I am a demon, yet I also have desires.Who knows if I'll ever be able to return to my world. What I would do is find a lovely lady, start a family, and settle down. Yeah. That sounds incredible.So I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to impress some females at the academy.As I walked out of the shop, I noticed a massive carriage. I wasn't exaggerating when I said "huge." It was the same height as the three-story-tall shop.This was the f
It was late at night in the City of Light. Iris had just hummed her daughter to sleep before settling into her chair in front of her drawer. Her life had stabilized, and she had moved from moving from one place to another with her life on the line to properly settling down. A carefully done artwork of an adult man and woman with a boy and girl who appeared to be their children was on the table. It was the painting she and her husband had received when her husband was appointed City Head. It was a beautiful and serene family. But everything was destroyed, her husband was murdered, and her son was lost. She only had her kid now, and she wasn't about to give up on life. Iris then checked the small piece of paper, whic
Henry and I were both screwed. Why? The swords we chose were not of the type in which the swordmaster Selena specialises. "How come you didn't know what sort of Sword the instructor was using?" I asked, my gaze fixed on Henry. I had several plans in my thoughts, but they were all now meaningless. I also intended to learn that high-level sword technique through the system and from the swordmaster. " I only knew about her from rumours and hearsay. This is my first time seeing her, did you really believe someone like me would ever have the opportunity to get to know her well?" Henry extended his arm, implying that it was not his fault. "Please excuse me." We both looked in the direction of the voice that was speaking to us.
There were trainers in the academy, so I was swinging my sword at random on the dummy.Unlike instructors, they are tasked with keeping an eye on everyone who is training to see if the student has injured themselves while training.Despite the fact that I appeared to be concentrated on attacking the dummy, I was actually looking around at some of the students.'Weak,' I thought to myself.Luke wielded a sword, and his technique was clearly distinct from the others. It was most likely something passed down through his family.The sword strokes glided fluidly, as though they were part of nature's rhythm. I'm not sure how to describe it correctly, but it was a sword style that piqued people's interest. It was quite fascinating.
The training continued until all five sessions were completed. Those that finished early had extra time to rest and relax while the others finished.Some students, however, remained even after they had finished five rounds. Guess who it is. Of course, the 'Geniuses' of the class.I finally spotted the elf girl, was it Elia? And then there was the other girl...whose name was...ummm. Why am I wasting time trying to remember when I could just analyze?[Name: Sia Celeste]right! Sia!They seemed to know each other before they arrived at the area where the swordsmen were training. As a result, I became suspicious of them. After all, I knew one thing about the association: they were attempting to harm this empire. And if the associ
This is the first time you've issued a warning of this nature. At the very least, you're doing your job as a system.But how exactly? I clearly heard the instructor state that this was a high-level sword move. It was also the sword skill that helped her become a swordmaster.Is it possible that she fooled with us and taught us another crap technique?While everyone was straining their brains to understand even a single word of it. I watched someone approaching the instructor.She made a blank look and nodded before turning to face us.I had a feeling something was wrong."Ahem, please pay attention. Additionally, the academy has chosen to open the dungeon to all students. But be w
Selena paused, her gaze fixed on the scratch. Even she would struggle to make a scratch on this training dummy with raw force.She was a speed centered warrior rather than a strength-oriented warrior."I need to find out who was utilizing this training dummy." She then moved away to inspect the rest of the training grounds.…Brightwing Academy's academic calendar said that every month, every day had a class with the exception of two days off for any student.The student has the option of using or not using their holiday days. Every day, three classes were held. The theory class is in the morning, the physical class is in the evening, and the mana training class is in the nighttim
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse