Chapter Chapter 21: RATH 21 TL: Eevee (1/2)
RATH 21
TL: Eevee
TLN: Let the chaos begin.
3. And so the story begins. (5)
“In, Instructor! Please!”
Yep. Not happening. This is your punishment for trying to blindside your benevolent instructor.
Repent as you scream in pain!
“Kuaaaaaaaagh!”
“He, help me!”
“No, no just kill me!”
I bat away his hand that was reaching for his sword as he crawled towards it.
“I will not permit you to die.”
“No, noooo!”
-Yes! Ahhh, that’s the feeling… I wanted to feel this so much…
It feels like my mind’s getting polluted by the metal bat’s ecstatic moans. At this rate I’ll become a sadist.
This is why I didn’t want to use this thing. But it can’t be helped now.
“Ple, please… kill me…”
“Kuaaaaaaah, no, nooooo!”
I mainly focus on beating the ones who are crawling around drooling on the ground.
Since the ones who have already been hit enough are the ones going “uuuuuhhhhhh” while plastered to the ground like a wad of chewed gum all I have to do is hit the ones that are still moving.
Ah especially, I need to give my disciple a special extra beating. Since he’s a beastkin as well as being sturdy as hell he holds on well.
“Kuaaaaaak! Stop, please stop!”
-Haaang, it’s been a while oppa.(1) I see you still have that nice meaty texture you did back in the day!
Since a brat’s shouts of joy and a brat’s shouts of pain are both ringing in my ears it’s giving me a headache.
In that case I should reduce the sources of noise by one at least.
“Kuaaaaaaak!”
-A perfect 17 consecutive hits! Owner’s combo is perfect!
One by one I reduce the numbers.
I did consider finishing them off, but I’ll leave them here to tie up the empire’s forces.
-Owner? Why aren’t you hitting them more? Hurry, hurry! Aru is, feeling really good right now, so now’s the best time to hit them!
Ahh, this goddamn sadist. Its voice ringing in my head is making my head hurt but I still have work to do.
Since it seems like the organization’s washed their hands of me, I scattered the AER evidence that I didn’t need any more and fired a signal flare that I’d secretly pocketed.
-Owner, owner! If you play with fire at night then you’ll piss your pants!
Is this thing serious. But if I get caught by the princess then I’ll piss even more so it doesn’t matter!
Due to all my weird-ass experiments the fact that this thing has an ego was a stroke of fortune but the personality that got in it is the worst.
It’s said the sword the emperor uses is silent and stoic, and it’s also knowledgeable of a thousand styles, so even if you’re just wielding it then it’ll even act as a swordsmanship teacher, but this thing goes haakhaak and tries to turn its wielder to the path of the sadist.
-Eh? Owner, did you just diss me? You’re telling me that I’m worse the empire’s sword? This cute and beautiful goddess Arcadia, is worse than that old sword?!
And our minds are linked disgustingly well it reads my mind every now and then, so it’s annoying as hell.
Even though I want to craft another one, the dwarves are refusing to, plus this is the only success among countless failures, the general consensus among the craftsmen that made it is that its creation might as well be a miracle.
And since I need to find a new workplace too…
Even if I try to make another one with the gold I pinched from the empire and pinched from the organization the cost is a problem.
I chucked in all sorts of legendary metals to the point that mithril was the cheapest metal present, and the alloy produced underwent painstaking engraving work to link together hundreds of sorcery and magic formations, to create an ego sword, no an ego bat with 108 curses and 256 blessings, the production costs involved in that was massive enough to be able to compare it with the imperial budget.
Thankfully since I was on pretty good terms with other races so even if they dropped the price to the manufacturing cost, the price was still astronomical!
Thankfully during the great war I pawned off all the other expensive things the nobility of other kingdoms had on hand and so I barely became free of debt.
Although it didn’t take too long for me to fall into debt again.
“No, you’re the best.”
-Haang, of course.
Now, since it’s about time for the empire’s soldiers to arrive let’s get away.
Even if the Darksword is caught, whatever happens, happens. The princess could kill them for letting me get away, or she could just lock them in the dungeons because she never trusted them in the first place.
Or she could take them in secretly and use them as hunting dogs to track me.
Hm. Should I have just killed them right here right now?
But the signal flare’s already been shot.
So no matter what happens,
That’s also musubi.(1)
#5 Their story: A certain empire’s story.
“Your Majesty, please enlighten your lowly subjects.”
“Please enlighten your lowly subjects.”
“Ah, even the local market would be quieter than this.”
“Your Majesty, being discreet with your words in these meetings would be…”
“It’s not like you haven’t already cast silence spells around us anyway.”
“Ahh, your little shit. If you know then shut up before I have to use it.”
“Hoho, look at this buddy. I’m the emperor?”
“Then do I just need to start a revolution?”
“I’m sorry.”
Seeing the emperor who had his head bowed and looking absolutely not like an emperor at all, his head of security and long-time friend Arten sighed.
“So why did you poke Howling which was sitting nice and fine. We left that place alone because it was too annoying to bring down.”
“My scary daughter said she was going to destroy it just to kidnap a single man.”
“Like father like daughter. Why the heck are both of your scales of imagination so damn massive. To think she’d destroy the empire’s biggest organization all because she wanted to kidnap a man.”
“Dunno. I don’t know about the other kids, but since it’s Atia I need to listen.”
“Mmnn… to think she’d still be alive.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think she’d survive either. Although my heart hurts as a dad it can’t be helped as an emperor.”
“Do you even bother taking care of your kids? In that case you might as well sort out that damn successor problem already.”
“The empire’s right to the throne has always been a bloodbath with plenty of history and tradition behind it. I beat the crap out of all my brothers for this seat. But unlike my time I still minimized the number of massacres, you know?”
“Yes yes, no need to be so humble.”
“I was always a pretty talented guy.”
For a moment Arten was tempted to throw a punch but barely held onto the limits of his patience.
“It’s the emperor. The one in front of you is the emperor. No matter how trash he is, and he’s a wretch that deserves to be thrown out in the burnable trash, but he’s still the emperor,” he muttered as he clenched onto his staff tightly.
“Alright then you talented asshole. So your talented daughter threw a fit to get rid of Howling, and the morons that got nice and fat off Howling are crying for an explanation so what are you going to do.”
“What else. Leave them. My boy has already listened to his sister and taken the army out. So what.”
“The fuck you just say you retard?”