Chapter 90 (1/2)
‘So, she never mentioned anything about the Queen’s artifacts.’
Isaac a.s.sumed Yoo-rah was going to explain to him what these ‘Queen’s artifacts’ were or instruct him on how to use it when he heard she wanted to meet him. Yet Yoo-rah never mentioned anything about it, despite knowing full well that Isaac possessed them.
Perhaps she was oblivious to the fact that these artifacts were stolen from the laboratory, but these artefacts had the power to destroy a knightly order by themselves. Both Yoo-rah and the Empire should be well aware that such a feat would be impossible without this pen, yet they overlooked the issue in silence.
“This is why I can’t trust them no matter how much I want to.”
Isaac exhaled the smoke into the air, blankly watching the skies. Things were moving in very strange ways. What Isaac wanted was to be insignificant enough to be ignored but too unsettling to be left on his own without a constant watch But the authority given to him was too great. Isaac frowned grimly.
This was an excellent move on their part. Whoever it was, that person had correctly deduced how the situation was turning. That stubborn Rivelia was sure to criticize every move Isaac made, and getting dragged into the tarpit arguing against her could hinder anything Isaac planned.
On the other hand, Rivelia was the perfect candidate. Not only was she not a stranger to Isaac, but her talents were that of a protagonist. The perfect candidate to watch Isaac at his side to the very end.
“What are you thinking about?”
Isaac turned to see Mazelan looking back at him unhappily. Truth be told, Isaac considered Mazelan the ideal candidate in the beginning. But with the introduction of a better candidate, perhaps he was of little importance now?
Isac smirked as he answered Mazelan.
“I think you’re being awfully casual to a Director there?”
Crack!
Mazelan’s eyes narrowed, infuriated. Isaac quickly took a step back as he waved his hands.
“Woah woah. Calm down. It’s just a joke.”
Mazelan quivered as he glared at Isaac. A Director… A Director! This decision made no sense whatsoever.
It was the pinnacle of success that all agents of Central strive for. Only three seats were available, and among them, Strategy was the Pendleton’s and Surveillance was reserved for races other than humans. Realistically speaking, there was only one spot available, a position that was superior to everyone but the Emperor . No, it was a position that could possess authority surpa.s.sing that of the Emperor’s.
And a position symbolising such authority had to be created for this b.a.s.t.a.r.d alone. Even if it was just an empty t.i.tle without any real semblance of power, it was still too much. Central agents from the Empire competed fiercely against one another to earn the seat of Director of a.n.a.lysis, yet this man managed to take it whilst playing around all day. Of course Mazelan would feel frustrated and angered by such a decision.
But what could he do? Their situations were completely different in the first place… Mazelan reminded himself of the fact to comfort his pained mind, regaining enough composure to reply to Isaac.
“Then shall I treat you as such, oh Director?”
“Are you really going to if I tell you to, Sunbaenim?”
“If that is what you wish. You are the Director after all, and I’m just a mere sunbaenim.”
“I think we need to debate if the whole sunbaenim thing is applied in this situation first?”
The two didn’t back down a single step, sarcastically commenting at each other, their eyes ablaze. Soon, the two smirked at the same time and gave up, wondering just what they were fighting about.
“s.h.i.+t! I forgot that it’s just me who gets tired reacting to your shenanigans. Follow me, I’ll explain to you on the way.”
Mazelan grumbled as he began moving his feet. Isaac watched Mazelan’s back, wondering if he should jab at him one more time. He quickly gave up on the thought however, since it was obvious Mazelan was going to fight until the end if he was agitated any further.
“I don’t know what the Queen explained to you, so I’ll start from the beginning again. Originally, you should be paying attention to an introductory lecture for new recruits but you are in a different situation all together, so I’m only going to explain the most important points. If you ever have any questions, ask any agent around you and they’ll explain. So don’t come asking me.”
Isaac approached Mazelan and replied back at him, walking side by side.
“Alright.”
“I’ll first explain to you the hierarchy of Central. Central comprises many smaller inst.i.tutions, but all of them are ultimately a.s.sociated with one of the three. Strategy, a.n.a.lysis and Surveillance. Those three are the main bodies of Central. The Grand Council is perhaps the only inst.i.tution that stands above Central, but that is the realm of politics, so the real leaders of Central are the Directors from those three Directorates.
“Does that mean the Grand Council can’t order Central?”
“Directors of Central are equal in rank to members of the Grand Council. So unless it is a major incident involving the approval of the majority, the Directors move individually towards the goals of their own Directorates.”
“Ohoh! That’s quite the promotion I just went through?”
Mazelan’s fists shook while hearing Isaac’s impression. Just what was the Grand Council thinking? The psyches of each and every agent of Central were shattered after hearing that a whole new Directorate was being founded, just for Isaac. On top of that, news of Rivelia’s a.s.signment as the Vice Director sent Duke Pendleton, the Director of Strategy, into a predicted outrage, announcing his intentions to rebel.
This was the first time that Central, the organisation founded to stop infighting, was split over the decision made by the Grand Council. All of their activities screeched to a halt.
Yet the man who was the cause of it all simply shrugged over the situation saying ‘I got promoted?’ Mazelan could feel the limit of his patience being tested. He considered scolding Isaac but gave up. Isaac wasn’t one to listen to anyone in the first place.
“I’ll explain the Directorate of a.n.a.lysis first. a.n.a.lysis is the head of Central. Their mission is to a.n.a.lyse all incidents occurring in the world, designating the relative importance of all incidents, and recognising the signs of appearance of turncoats and invaders alike.”
“Um, I don’t want to complain, but isn’t it impossible to a.n.a.lyse everything happening in the world? The world isn’t small you know?”
“It would be impossible if everything was done entirely by humans. But there are other races talented in a.n.a.lysis and deduction that work for the Directorate of a.n.a.lysis. Not to mention we are a.s.sisted by a powerful piece of equipment so it’s not difficult.”
“Powerful equipment?”
“… Did you hear about the relations.h.i.+p between the Empire and Pendletons from the Queen?”
“I got a rough explanation.”
“That’ll make things quick. The first Duke of Pendleton was a technician in the field of computing. The legacy he’d left behind is a replica of a supercomputer in your world. By donating this supercomputer, he founded the Directorate of a.n.a.lysis and established his power to appoint the Director. I also happened to read the manual regarding this supercomputer, but all I can remember was that it was something that was hundreds of times better than the best supercomputer in your world, something like 5000 petaflops whatever.”
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EDN: PetaFLOPS are a metric measuring supercomputer speed. In June 2018, Summit, an IBM-built supercomputer now running at the Department of Energy’s (DOE) Oak Ridge National Laboratory (ORNL), captured the number one spot with a performance of 122.3 petaFLOPS. Basically, the computer they have is about 39 times more powerful than the most powerful supercomputer we have right now. The latest ranking according to Wikipedia before the publication of the novel was in 2012 with a supercomputer clocking in at about 33.86 petaFLOPS. The novel’s described supercomputer is approximately 147 times more powerful than the one in 2012. Source.
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As Mazelan went on with his explanation, he directed a strange look at Isaac, silently prodding Isaac to jump in with a more detailed explanation if he knew anything in that field. So Isaac gave the friendliest and most thorough explanation he possibly could.
“Sounds nice.”
Mazelan couldn’t help but frown at first, then quickly smirked.
“Ha. I guess Duke Pendleton wouldn’t be where he is now if you knew about it.”
Isaac felt somewhat insulted by Mazelan’s comment, but he decided to stay silent since what he said was right. Isaac could understand it if it was a supercomputer. Supercomputers could finish billions of calculations in seconds which was impossible for humans to accomplish. They were tools used in the most difficult and cutting-edge problems out of reach from a normal civilian. With support from such machinery, it seemed feasible to a.n.a.lyse everything in this world.
“The Directorate of Surveillance is the eye of Central. They monitor all that occur within the Middle World. Their missions consist of providing real-time information to the Capital’s Directorate of Surveillance and deploying regular agents for intensive surveillance. No one in the world can hide from the eyes of the Directorate of Surveillance. You heard that the other races hold the power to choose the Director, right?”
“Yes.”