Chapter. 21. Into the Storm (3)
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…Wow!
The Warlord came back to his dazed state when he heard the sound of something breaking after he had inadvertently stepped on it.
[Port City Semei / Ren]
An object that appears to be a sign that was probably erected at the entrance of the city.
The blackened, charred and helplessly split image seemed to represent the fate of the port city that collapsed at his hands.
“…It ended sooner than I thought.”
“Among the existing water magicians, there is no one who has reached a higher level than you. “For a port city that focuses on maritime troops, your presence is close to a disaster.”
As always, World, who was accompanying him, presented him with a well-organized document.
It’s been a while since I stopped using system messages. Because I wanted the Warlord to forget her existence even more.
“I think the useful prisoners are 14 shipbuilders, 20 magic engineers, one master-level shad knight, and eight ordinary knights. “In particular, the engineers have taken over the city and captured their families, so there will not be much difficulty in getting their cooperation.”
“….”
“If you use the Brastol family’s soul art, you will be able to turn about half of the knight’s strength into puppets. “It will be of great help to our side, which lacks elite forces, but can we continue to treat them as usual?”
“….okay. “Kill them all.”
It was a question he knew the answer to, but World asked that the treatment of all prisoners must be decided by the Warlord.
“…You’re using a shallow tactic.”
“It’s a masterpiece that you fully accept.”
To enable him to clearly feel the deaths of more people.
‘responsibility. Guilt and sense of duty. Because they are all very useful tools for processing you.’
Yes, it is processing.
Watching the Warlord’s existence being chipped away little by little each time it absorbs fragments, she carefully processes those raw memories to create a being more suited to her plans.
Of course, it was not an easy process, and even now that she had almost completely forgotten her past, no part of the Warlord had been processed as she wanted… but the
system was not in a hurry.
Endlessly asking and examining.
She enjoyed the Q&A with the Warlord.
“Don’t fawn over me World. “I have not forgotten that you are my enemy and that you are a traitor who will take away the fruits in the end, although the path to the end is the same.”
“yes. of course. We will part ways just before your task is accomplished. In other words, I will be accompanying you until then.”
“The only reason I keep you, a predestined traitor, is to take advantage of your abilities.”
“I also know that if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be able to accomplish the task before your memory wears out. Isn’t this a story we’ve already talked about several times? Even though they are enemies, they have no choice but to go together. You need me and I need you too. “That’s it.”
Dry questions and barbed answers.
Because she knew the Warlord’s past, she was able to compare the present and past him through the answers.
Where and how much has been shaved off? Where should I focus my attention in the future?
“Now that I think about it, you only call me World.”
“…What does it mean?”
“Nothing.”
Although he was still learning about emotions, World seemed to be able to define what he felt at this moment.
Although it is weak. The feeling of the moment when you look at the finished result after putting in a lot of data and computational effort.
‘Should we record satisfaction as an emotion defined like this?’
At no point did the Warlord call her a system.
The moment when I confirmed that the chisel she had struck countless times had sunk into the diamond-like spirit of the ‘professor’.
She could be sure, with the emotions permeating her personality made of data.
“It seems we were not wrong after all.”
“…Is this the current situation where you, the dragon-like orchestrator of the world, are going on a rampage to destroy the world?”
“yes. of course.”
Gedreutz said the Creator was not wrong.
Perhaps the ‘error’ is not something that deserves to be called an error, but is just another plan set by the Creator Gedreutz.
Perhaps what we know about the duties given to the machine intelligence he created may not be everything.
Perhaps, unlike other managers, she, a ‘system’ person, may have been special to Gedreutz.
All of this is just an assumption, but the system was moving with its own confidence.
….Chijik-
Because she had one record that was not given to other managers.
One external recording I found while searching through all of GG’s data to find an error and correct it within the system’s authority.
One video she played over and over again until the data wore out and had to be copied several times.
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“This is a record that will not be disclosed even to the completer.”
“It’s my last record, and it’s just a record to blame myself. “It’s like looking in the mirror and cursing.”
“If anyone sees this, maybe…”
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Cheezy!
It made her who she is today.
So she is not broken.
I am the only intelligent being who has reached the true intentions of the great Creator Gedreutz.
“Warlord. “I think I like you more than I thought.”
“Now you’re resorting to ridiculous tricks.”
Therefore, the world was able to treat players without hesitation.
The system smiled sincerely as it looked at the player who had come to call her World.
There isn’t much left now.
The player’s plan and her plan.
There will come a moment when more than half of the data souls existing in GG will be absorbed and the player’s will will represent the entire GG.
In the end, this world will last forever.
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Hyde was in a very bad mood right now.
‘What what? ‘Is Wuthering Heights destroyed?’
‘You’re sleeping and the whole area was completely destroyed a long time ago in the evening. ‘Did you visit Windhall without even knowing that?’
I couldn’t believe what the bar owner said, so I asked the drunk people around me again, but as if it was obvious, all I got was the answer that only traces of Wuthering Heights remained.
‘Which direction is Wuthering Heights over there…’
‘Tsk! Do you have no eyes or feet? If you come to the city next to it, you can find it yourself!’
‘Let’s ask for directions. Maybe there’s a storm-’
‘Don’t ask me! ‘I don’t know!’
‘….over there-’
‘Aaaah! Not my child! Please, just my child!’
I just asked for directions, but only got a fierce and scared response.
“Hey, you bastards from the Magic Empire! “Shall we take a look?”
“….me?”
“Yes, who else here besides you is giving off the scent of the Magic Empire’s oil!”
“If you are judged by justice, I will at least listen to your will!”
….Somehow, I came out on the road to Wuthering Heights, and this time, some random idiots stuck by me.
“Geuuu. Hyde. “Is that that?”
“Oh, right. “Special product of the Western Empire.”
To describe the men who captured our group…
“Wooooh.” “Is that a knight?”
“If you say that in front of a real knight, your gloves will fly, Eggwill.”
Fake article. No, you could call him an asshole who imitates a knight.
Wow!
“Can’t you hear us… can’t you! “Hmm!”
“That thing hanging on your belt is a magic engineering weapon, right?”
“uh. then?”
Chaeaeang!
“You’re bringing that cursed product of magic engineering to the land of sacred knights! I can’t forgive! “You guys could be remnants of the Magic Empire, so give us everything you have and have us check it out!”
“That’s right! Let us dispose of it with honor! “For safety’s sake!”
What he does is a no-nonsense gangster, but he also has an awkward aristocratic way of speaking.
They talk about fame even though they are of little use, they are cluttered with cheap miscellaneous metal, and they wear plate mail that doesn’t fit their bodies. As if that wasn’t enough, one guy has gauntlets and boots, and the other guy has iron plates hanging from his shoulder blades. Even the appearance.
“Plate mail honor, frequently pulling out a sword, and even aversion to magic engineering. “This is truly the image of a true believer in chivalry.”
“Even 100 years ago, knight was a name that should not have been given to people like that…”
“Well, what can history do about something like that?”
“It’s definitely not strange if bad prejudices against humans arise.”
“At times like this, I envy the beast people. “The beast people don’t have knights because of their tribal consciousness, so they don’t have to see idiots like that.”
This was our group’s comment on the truly strange and pitiful appearance, and of course we shared it with the two chivalric believers who blocked our way.
“What? “What about us?”
“How dare you insult the knights of the Western Empire! “I took pity on the weak and tried to spare their lives, but you are breaking the knight’s patience!”
“I will cut off that tongue that insulted chivalry and hang it at the castle gate!!!”
“Those who want to gain power without any effort! You too are squires like the Warlord! “Die blaming yourself!!!”
The two self-proclaimed knights lost their temper surprisingly quickly and charged.
“That’s amazing. “They are great people in many ways.”
“Boo. “I feel like I can’t even run properly.”
“The armor seems heavy.”
I willingly stepped forward out of respect for those who had tarnished our eyes to the end with that poor charge.
There was already a bit of stress built up.
“Hehehehehehehe die!”
Pwaaaaah!
“Oh my, I shouldn’t faint.”
I also needed someone who could talk properly about this neighborhood.
Sigh!
“Sir Geulton! “This coward uses male and female sex before even taking the cardinal type!”
“No, this side is unarmed, so do you think there will be a sword ceremony and a flag-raising ceremony? “Is it okay to swing a knife at an unarmed civilian?”
“Hey! I’ll cut out your dirty tongue! Imperial Sword Type 15! Waterfowl begiyit!”
Whoops!
“Kaaaaak!”
One by one, they were defeated by an attack that was so strong that they had to shake off their hands.
“Ugh… Our knight was attacked by a spy who uses magic engineering weapons…”
“Kill the lord! “A knight does not beg for his life!”
“Oh really?”
Bah!
“Off….”
“Really?”
Bah! Whoops!
“You have spirit! Do you like it!”
“100 million! Ugh! evil! “Ouch!”
I was willing to engrave the preciousness of life deep into their bones, even though their facial expressions made them look like mythical heroes.
‘It doesn’t really matter if I die.’
Just by looking at it, it looks like a neighborhood. Even though it was just miscellaneous iron, it would have cost a considerable amount of money to gather the amount to make that much armor. There’s no way these guys bought their armor with money they honestly saved, so they probably used the money they earned through robberies like this.
Since he rushed at me with his sword drawn anyway, the right thing to do was to kill him.
“Buy it for me! Say, count!”
“Ughhhhh!”
“Are you asking me to kill you? “It’s not long now, so why not just finish it?”
“What the heck, it’s Hage!”
“really? “With the honor of a knight?”
“Uh…”
Sigh-
“Yes! Yes yes yes! What are you eating? “Masmahahi!”
“Really~?”
Self-proclaimed knights who nod their heads like crazy when I raise their fists.
Seeing how cooperative they suddenly became, I stood them up with a wide smile on my face.
“Then tell me everything you know about the situation here in Wind Hall and the Western Imperial Territory!”
“All that part?”
“All. “Except for the people in the bar, why were the civilians in the city so reluctant to us? What happened to Wuthering Heights? Why is tenacity so useful when a neighborhood gangster has terrible skills? Where did he learn swordsmanship?”
“That…”
“One more thing. “Tell me everything about what Warlord did.”
As I was chopping it, I was surprised because it tasted better than I expected. There is no such thing as an asshole doing something like this, but it seems like the body has the basics. The swordsmanship of sitting with a waterfowl in front of a person seems to have been done properly as far as the horsemanship technique is concerned.
Above all, they showed hostility toward Warlord. The enemy of the enemy is said to be an ally, so it’s a bit uncomfortable to just kill them.
“Lord Geulton… did you hear? They tell us to reveal all the power and information of the Western Empire here….”
….”
The two self-proclaimed knights seemed to have misunderstood me asking them to reveal information, but were crying sadly.
“So you don’t want to do it?”
“Oh no!”
“It is Hage! “Let me do it!”
What they think is none of my business. All I had to do was hear the information I needed.
“…I think there will also be prejudice against humans.”
“I wonder if it was the right decision to follow the author….”
“I want to see Grim Rock.”
Uh… I heard some negative comments while stripping the self-proclaimed knight and stuffing the stolen armor into my pocket, but whatever.
“Did you learn? To the real driver?”
“yes! “I learned examples of chivalry and how to use my body and mind in the basics!”
“I and Nug-ado actor isis!”
The friends who believed in chivalry wearing only their underwear were friends who were more worth confiding in than I thought. After hearing the story
, “The conflict between two groups of knights, and the new power of the Warlord…”, it
seemed that the Western Empire was not as peaceful as it seemed.
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