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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Yuma walked.
With him was Cloney, a girl with black hair and golden eyes.
They were both wearing gray robes given to them by Princess Brigitte.
It was to conceal their faces and appearances.
“Indeed, since we just dealt with those enemies, no one has been following us,” said Cloney, who was continuously using field detection magic while walking.
“You’re doing well”
Yuma said, patting Cloney’s head.
“Yes!”
Cloney smiled brightly.
‘Surely he must have cultivated qi.’
It didn’t seem possible that Yuma, who appeared to be at least master-level at a glance, wouldn’t notice enemies tailing them.
Of course, Yuma had no cultivation, let alone even a speck of qi.
‘He must be considering my feelings, not wanting me to feel useless… powerless.’
Cloney’s golden eyes held a gaze full of longing.
‘I’ll definitely become a useful person. For Yuma.’
She thought she just needed to study magic very diligently.
It had only been two days since she joined Yuma.
But her one-sided sense of bond was already incredibly strong.
She still firmly believed that he had come to save her the day before.
And because she was able to escape from the endless nightmares and anxiety she had been experiencing while being chased for nearly a month.
“Here it is.”
The place where Yuma and Cloney stopped was the capital Barnok station of ‘Halo’, which operated magical trains.
If they took this train, they could reach ‘Arkan’ in 11 hours.
Arkan was the northern terminal station and transit city adjacent to their destination, Count Rubelt’s territory.
They headed to the ticket office.
There were quite a few people lined up at the ticket office.
The main customers of the magical train were, of course, nobles.
This was because the cost was quite expensive.
It cost 5000 cents for one use.
For a family of three commoners, this exceeded their monthly food expenses.
Originally, just paying this amount itself proved one’s social status.
Of course, the men standing in front of Yuma now were not nobles, but servants of noble houses.
Servants waiting in line to get tickets for their masters.
Among the servants, there were some who strangely took a posture of standing on one leg and swaggering.
This was a twisted case of a servant being proud of their master’s rank being above Count.
“It’s taking longer than usual to issue tickets today.”
Yuma overheard a conversation between the noble house servants in front of him.
“They say there have been train terrorism threats for a month. So they’re demanding family crests or merchant badges. They’re conducting identity checks.”
“Have they been just making threats for a month without actually carrying out any terrorism? Those guys sure have more mouth than action.”
As the people talking in front gradually disappeared, it became Yuma’s turn.
A curtain was hung in front of the counter checking identification.
It seemed to be for maintaining each person’s privacy.
Though it didn’t seem particularly practical.
Despite having dealt with dozens of people, the female clerk at the ticket office smiled brightly and said,
“Welcome. May I see your identification?”
Without hesitation, Yuma pulled out a golden badge from the pouch tied to his waist.
It was a badge with three swords pointing straight up.
A badge with Princess Brigitte’s mana engraving.
“I am the representative of Princess Brigitte the First.”
The clerk’s eyes widened.
The urgent official document that had come down from the top early in the morning flashed through her mind like lightning.
“Y-Your identity has been confirmed.”
“Two in total, including the child beside me.”
“Yes!”
Being a representative of royal blood seemed to cause considerable tension in the person dealing with them.
The clerk, who had been professional until now, handed over two tickets with trembling hands.
Yuma received the tickets with an expressionless face.
‘Just as the princess said, my identity is being guaranteed.’
It was a moment when he could confirm that.
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The sky was turning red with the sunset.
In the office of the First Prince’s Palace.
A man was sitting in a chair in an office so large it was excessive for a personal workspace, reminiscent of a library.
First Prince Schwarze von Astes was in a daze from the news he had just heard.
In just two days, he had lost three of his most powerful subordinates from among the Ten Seats, who could be considered his main force.
Axion Keingal, Spear Ghost Roark, and Celestial Archer Derain.
All of them were the strongest, unrivaled by force wherever they went.
Even if the mission had failed, to prevent it from becoming known, they had set up a giant dome artifact that blocked sight and sound in front of the First Princess’s palace.
But it seemed there were other nobles’ pawns who had already entered that area.
“Brigitte…”
What kind of person… How did you make four people like that?
Grind!
His teeth ground involuntarily.
Ziiiing!
The communication magical tool ‘Neuma’ placed on the desk let out a cry.
‘Neuma’ was still in the testing phase even in the empire, and its communication range didn’t work outside the capital.
Schwarze roughly picked up the magical tool.
“Who is it?”
“It’s the Third Seat, Kailon, Your Highness.”
“…Kailon.”
The Third Seat, Kailon the Massacre.
Kailon was a non-human being.
A high-ranking vampire.
A superhuman who roamed battlefields for blood supply.
The fact that he was a vampire was known only to those above the Elder Council of Nobles.
“I came to the capital for a break, and I heard some very interesting talk.”
Kailon’s voice was bizarrely excited.
“This Yuma, the God of War, what exactly is he? He killed three of the Ten Seats in two days? And he got the name God of War in just two days too? Because of the royal power struggle between you two, his existence has spread to the ears of the high-ranking nobles staying in the capital in just half a day. Kuhahahahaha!”
It was clearly a mocking tone.
But Schwarze was already full of targets for his anger.
Brigitte and the witch’s daughter, Cloney.
And Yuma, who suddenly fell from the sky.
Right now, among them, Yuma was occupying the largest proportion of his anger.
Fear clearly existed too.
Perhaps this was the kind of terror one would feel when confronting a dragon.
However, for now, the anger was still much stronger than the fear.
“Can you kill him? Kailon?”
“Oh, Your Highness. You seem to have become quite urgent. Well, since the First and Second Seats are neutral, you only have… five of the Ten Seats left under your command, including me? It’s understandable that you’re anxious, Your Highness.”
After a moment of silence, Kailon spoke again.
“You know I’m not in the Third Seat because I can’t beat the First or Second Seats. Just tell me where he is. If I choose the place and time well, there’s no human I can’t kill.”
Schwarze frowned deeply.
Come to think of it, he couldn’t know where that guy was headed now.
‘He’ll probably use the train.’
Whatever the destination, he would inevitably use the train.
Coincidentally, the owner of that train was still in the capital.
“I’ll find out and contact you.”
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Yuma and Cloney were sitting in the waiting room.
Cloney was looking around with wide eyes at the station facilities she had never seen before.
“Wow…”
Her golden eyes were filled with the sight of transparent high-quality glass.
“What’s that?”
Cloney’s gaze was directed at the bread in the hand of a girl her age.
The wrapping paper of the bread had letters engraved on it. Halo Red Bean Bread.
‘Red bean bread.’
What’s Western medieval-style red bean bread doing here?
Yuma chuckled inwardly at Cloney’s reaction.
Just like ‘Loop Blood’ and this world, it was a mix of all sorts of Eastern and Western fantasy elements, so it wasn’t strange to see red bean bread.
They had plenty of money.
Yuma took Cloney to the bakery and bought her red bean bread.
Cloney stared intently at the shiny red bean bread in her hand, then opened her mouth wide and took a bite.
Her cheeks puffed out.
“Mmmm! It’s delicious!”
Cloney smiled brightly.
Yuma chewed on a streussel bread, briefly recalling the taste of bread from a franchise back in his hometown.
While enjoying the leisure time before the train departed.
Someone approached from the side.
It was an elderly man who looked like he had done some exercise.
Judging by his neat black shirt, he was clearly a station employee.
The old man bowed his head to Yuma, then leaned in close and whispered.
“Are you the representative of the First Princess?”
Yuma nodded slowly.
“And?”
“There is someone who earnestly wishes to meet you. Would you be willing to meet them?”
Yuma asked indifferently.
“Who is it?”
“Count Venosethian, the owner of this Halo and all magical trains in the empire, wishes to see you.”
“Is he waiting now?”
“Yes, he’s waiting in the adjacent reception room right now.”
Yuma recalled one of the many things Princess Brigitte had said last night with a flushed face while drinking wine.
The list of nobles who could be called the real power in the empire.
‘He was definitely on that list.’
A figure said to be close to neutral.
Yuma nodded slowly.
Since he hadn’t had a proper conversation with anyone in this world except Princess Brigitte and Cloney, he thought it might be worth meeting.
“There’s still 20 minutes left until the train departs, so I can spare that much time.”
The old man bowed deeply.
“Please follow me.”
The old man guided Yuma and Cloney to an inner area where there were no people at all.
It was a reception room in an area restricted to all but staff.
When he opened the door, there stood a golden-haired nobleman with a kind-looking face.
He seemed to be in his late 30s, but had quite a handsome face.
“Nice to meet you, Yuma.”
Count Venosethian smiled at those words, then without hesitation, knelt on his left knee.
“I greet you, Yuma, who holds the qualification of representative of the First Princess.”
Dignity as a count? Such things weren’t important.
‘How can I put on airs in front of someone who blew away three of the Ten Seats in just two days?’
Do you want to die?
Venosethian decided to be submissive for now.
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Lmao, wth
Smart man and the prince is an idiot.
He had 7 people under his control but only sent 2? Was he an idiot? Now he is sending 1 seat instead of all of them, massively lowering their combat power.
Send all of them Moron….