“It’s noisy.”
It was late at night when I opened my eyes. I kept hearing something screaming and I woke up. It was because his senses had become unnecessarily sensitive after using the boost.
“Those who are hungry are having a festival… … ?!”
I grumbled and opened the curtains, and the moment I looked outside, I held my breath.
The bright lights here and there made me wonder if it was really a festival, but of course it wasn’t.
Saratov was burning.
‘what… … ! Has there already been a rebellion!’
I thought it was premature to start a rebellion, but I didn’t expect it to be this fast.
The atmosphere that lingered on the streets until yesterday was lethargy, not anger. There was no hint of an imminent rebellion.
But the rebellion happened. It was as if someone had hurriedly raised it.
‘Is it the work of Parabellum? No, I don’t have time to think about that!’
I put on the rags Katyusha had neatly placed next to me. Then, I came out of the room and tried to wake up Katyusha and Mustafa, but hesitated.
‘I don’t need those two against the rebels. It’s more comfortable to move alone now.’
After checking Beretragna and the equipment of the sword, I poured magic power into my body and entered a light boost state. It was the minimum reinforcement named as the first step.
“Woe, Crown Prince! It’s dangerous out there right now!”
“Know! You quietly hide!”
As I opened the door and ran down the hallway, I heard the lord of Saratov intervene. Without looking back, I jumped off the stairs and landed on the floor. Then, leaving the lord alone, he ran out of the mansion.
The rebellion has already happened. Just because I killed a few rebels doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.
But if something has changed, you should observe it. And the target to be observed as the top priority has already been determined.
I sprinted towards Johannes’ pharmacy.
The Saratov rebellion was actually more appropriately described as a riot than a rebellion.
Hungry and angry citizens raided grocery stores and city warehouses. However, there was no proper food there either. Even if there was, it was not a satisfactory amount.
It was not the lord’s mansion that they targeted for the next raid, but rather a wealthy fellow citizen.
‘There is no purpose whatsoever. Can I call this a rebellion?’
It was indiscriminate plundering without reason and dominated by madness, hatred, and anger. They ran around killing people and setting fires for no apparent reason.
The reason why the lord’s mansion was not attacked was probably because the lord’s mansion belonged to Sangvis Sangvis.
It was an instinctive judgment based on the fear imprinted on the Sangvis people, who wanted to avoid being hostile to Sangvis even while going mad.
‘Even so, it’s destined to be treated as a rebellion and massacred.’
It’s too naive.
I ran through the burning streets. Avoiding the madmen marching with torches, they entered the alley and ran over those who were about to die or who had been cut off.
Thus, the pharmacy of Johannes arrived,
‘… … Damn it.’
It was set on fire by a mob of five or six people. There was an acrid smell of burning medicine that was different from the surroundings.
“ok? What is it, you bastard?”
The five or six rioters who had spotted me from behind turned around. They were men wearing skinny masks. Armed with farm implements and torches, what appeared to be their leader was carrying a crude matchlock.
‘As expected, Parabellum is behind the rebellion. I would have thought he had been exerting influence since the prologue.’
When I saw the matchlock, I was convinced. It was an item much inferior to the Azmash workshop.
And they seemed to have judged me to be a colleague by seeing something like a gun in my hand.
“Do you have anything to say? tell me soon if you have Are we busy too?”
The man in the red mask said to me with a frown. I was annoyed.
“at las.”
“at las?”
“Finally, I can put it into practice.”
I’ve endured enough, I don’t want to endure it anymore.
Taang!
The loud sound, like thunder, startled the mob and trembled. However, the man in the red mask who spoke to me couldn’t do that.
“Ugh, Gya… … ?”
It was because there was a hole in the forehead and the back of the head was completely blown off.
Satisfied with the firepower beyond my expectations, I pushed the Beretragna’s cylinder one notch.
“What, what! What is it, you man! what are you doing… … ?!”
I looked down at my fallen colleague, took stock of the situation, aimed my Beretragna at the fat man who was shouting at me, and sent a slight electrical current. The ammunition loaded into the cylinder exploded with an electric current, sending the bullets flying with a roar, knocking the fat man’s head off and quieting it.
“Ugh, aaa! die!!”
A man holding a scythe jumped at me as if he had judged that he would die if he stayed away after seeing his colleague fall for the second time. I avoided the swinging scythe with minimal motion and grabbed the sword at my waist. And at the same time as pulling it out, it cut off the man’s waist.
“Ugh, uh uh uh uh… … .”
The man collapsed, pouring out his meager intestines with a bubbly sound. The feeling of cutting people was a bit sticky.
As I shook off my sword and looked ahead, one man threw down his weapon and ran away, and the boss was swinging his matchlock in front of me with unfamiliar hand movements.
“Hey, crazy! Lord, Lord, I will kill you!!”
The boss hurriedly tried to light the matchlock. After dropping the match several times due to clumsy movements, the man managed to light it and raised his head to aim at me.
“Uh, uh… … ?”
But I couldn’t move the muzzle. It was because I was holding the barrel. The boss looked up at me holding the barrel with a dumbfounded expression. I raised my sword high.
“Sah, live… … .”
“hate.”
And he cut the boss vertically. The boss was divided into left and right sides without even screaming and fell to the ground dirtying the floor.
I shook off my knife, grabbed a matchlock with a burning wick on the floor, and aimed it at the fleeing man. After a little delay, the man who ran away fell to the floor with a crude sound. It was terrible, but it was good enough to kill people.
After tidying up, I sighed deeply and looked around. It got very messy.
“Are you a little excited because you’re irritated?”
“You are amazing.”
As I was reflecting, I heard a voice I had heard before. I headed towards the back of the store where I heard the voice.
“Shouldn’t have come sooner.”
“… … I wish I had.”
There was Johannes, who had collapsed with his back against the wall. He had been shot in the stomach and there was blood.
“I want to ask if you’re okay, but you don’t look okay at all.”
“I know you well. i think i will die soon Cool look!”
Johannes coughed up blood. It was the same flow as the original.
“Did it happen because you were trying to calm the mob and they attacked, and you used magic to stop it?”
“… … Looks like you were stealing somewhere. okay.”
“You don’t seem to have the stamina to speak of. Save your words.”
Whether or not Johannes could be saved was unknown. Just don’t die now. I took out the potion I had brought with me just in case.
“I’ll treat you as soon as possible, so stay still… … .”
“I wanted to change something. or the world.”
But Johannes began to say something.
“There’s no way it could be anything like this here.”
I had an ominous feeling. Something that should never happen was about to happen.
“You are very strong. I don’t know what he’s doing.”
This is Johannes’ last will.
“Don’t talk to me like that. Do it to your son!”
“Change the world. If anything, my son… … .”
It was the words that made Eugene decide to change Sangvis.
“Don’t tell me!!”
I shouted. There was no answer coming back.
“… … .”
Johannes is dead. I left a will for my son.
‘Damn it, what’s going on… … .’
I stood up from my seat feeling devastated. It was a much worse flow than the original.
‘If this happens, what will happen to Eugene? What should I do now?’
I let out a sigh of relief. It was the worst development I had ever imagined.
The moment I turned around thinking that I had to get out of here first.
“father… … ?”
A man was standing.
He was a young man with brown hair and a youthful atmosphere.
Breathing heavily with a sword in one hand, he looked at the dead Johannes with an expression of disbelief.
The young man’s gaze, looking at Johannes, turned to me. And the devastated face slowly changed to an unbearably angry face.
“You guys… … father… … !!”
“The timing is the worst.”
The young man is the main character of the original ‘Iron Blood Revolution’ and the one who will later become the leader of the revolutionary army.
It was Eugene.