My trembling fingers, saying that I was angry because I was excited for only a few hours.
Shahahahad looked at the shaking fingertips and clenched his fist.
“Bring the medicine.”
I have a headache as if someone came up to me with a needle and opened my head one stitch at a time.
Then, they often poke it deep into it, wriggle it out, and pull it out.
Pain that radiates to the eyeball.
And the tinnitus that beeps once in a while.
I could barely move for 30 minutes. After moving like that, this body is so weak that I can’t even get out of bed for several days.
So at least given the time to recover, 10 minutes is the time to overwork the body to the extent that recovery is possible.
Every day, 10 minutes of swinging the sword and carrying heavy objects, and then resting for an hour to finally subside the shaking of the body.
Then it moves again for 10 minutes. I was so engrossed in its charm that I forgot my body was in pain as long as I was gripping and swinging the sword.
Even though he knew that it was his reputation.
But, if all of that is intentional.
If I had been deprived of a life in which I could run and move on my own feet, not a life that was handled and transported like fragile handicrafts.
‘It hasn’t been revealed yet.’
Shahahahad looked at the priest, who was kneeling in prayer while holding his hand, blindfolded, similar to a sorcerer carefully drawing his own blood.
It felt like an hour had passed, but judging by the size of the magic crystals consumed by the lamp artifact, it was 20 minutes at the most.
Lips dry up. My stomach felt like it was about to turn over due to excessive tension and stress. My ears are deaf as if I was thrown into the water and stood upside down.
Shahahahad shook his head as if trying to come to his senses. I took the medicine before coming in, so I won’t pass out. Even if they lie down from stress after they withdraw.
‘I can hold on for now.’
tell me Even though I was born with the blood of the most noble person in the empire, isn’t it really my heaven-sent punishment that I live attached to a broken body?
Shahahahad looked at the two shamans and priest who knelt in front of him with bloodshot eyes.
“It is over.”
“Me too.”
The shaman’s mouth, which was like a dry twig, fell first, followed by the priest’s hand.
When Shahahahad winked, Shahahahad’s aide scratched his voice and opened his mouth in a different tone than usual.
“Tell me.”
The shaman, wrapped in a red cloth embroidered with splendid gold thread, spoke first.
“The Black Swamp, I saw the light trapped beneath it.”
Clearly, the light was brilliant, but it sank into the black and muddy swamp and was dragged deeper into the abyss without being able to emit brilliant light.
The priest, who was wearing an overcoat that looked like it was made by knitting, also opened his mouth.
“There is only one chain, very small, so the bigger it grows, the less time it will take.”
If you put a leash around the neck of a wild animal that has not yet grown up, the more it grows, the tighter it will be. The stronger it grows, the more the leash will dig into it, and eventually die.
After all, the essence of what they were saying was the same.
Shahahahad himself is under a ban. Even so, in a state where no one could know, avoiding the eyes and ears of the imperial family.
‘And the important thing is, am I really alone?’
Shahahahad pressed his eyes with both hands and breathed heavily from a digging headache.
“I will go back and forth as if I came here. Instead of going back with what each of us wants in our hands, according to God’s contract, this matter will be buried forever.”
When the aide beckoned to him, the eyes, ears, and tongueless attendants took the blindfolded sorcerer and the priest.
The cellar door closed and Shahahahad let go of his suppressed moans.
“Ha ha, ha ha. approximately… Bring your medicine.”
“You have already consumed today’s dose. Mr. Shahahahad.”
“just… bring it.”
Without the strength to scream, Shahahahad clenched his teeth in pain, his gums unable to hold on and his teeth bleeding red as he spoke.
The aide lightly lifted Shahahahad, who now trembled not only at his fingertips but also at his body.
It’s not just a simple disease, it’s because the innate body is weak and can’t stand it, so neither priests nor potions are useless.
No matter how much you eat all the things that are good for your body and mana, your body is meaningless, like water leaking from a broken glass.
It’s just a painkiller right before the drug that reduces the pain or helps.
Shahahahad, who was moved to a luxurious bed, raised his now convulsive hand and grabbed a cup of water containing the white medicine and drank it like life.
My head spins with the medicinal effect. Along with the pain, the feeling of losing will and determination.
It’s a haze that makes you think that it’s not bad to lie down on a drug and stay sick while floating on a cloud for the rest of your life.
“Kuuk, keukkeuk.”
Shahahahad twitched his lips and smiled softly.
The whole world revolves around Shahahahad. No, Shahahahad himself might be spinning.
no Since her body is lying in bed right now, her head must have gone crazy.
Shahahahad chewed and spit out the words while forcing a deep breath at the feeling that even breathing was too much for him.
“Make a maze garden. And create a space in the center that no one can enter without my permission.”
“yes. Mr. Shahahahad.”
Shahahahad raised his callused hand from hundreds and thousands of swings and brushed it across his face. With the new finger, madness flowed down in reddish-gold light.
* * *
“Shall we start with a drink?”
As Adelian pulls up a chair and sits down, somewhere ah! I think I heard a voice say
Could it be the sound leaking from the arena being played outside?
‘I don’t know what it is.’
Arman rested his chin as he watched the amber liquor being poured into his glass.
On the other side of the table where they were seated, Adelian swept her gorgeous blonde hair, raised her glass, faced her own, and took a sip.
“Are you serious?”
“We were supposed to be friends, but why don’t you let go?”
No, I don’t know when we decided to be friends before that.
If it is a strategy that deliberately scratches the nerves and distracts them, it is successful.
Arman stared at Adelian with an arrogant face as he handed me the documents for the Siren’s interest in the South Sea Islands in the southern part of the Empire.
As rumor has it, he is a really thoughtless idiot, so he has no idea if he is coming out after sharing such a privilege, or if he has an ulterior motive.
“It’s good for me to come out like this, but… Instead, I wish I had made it clear what I had to give.”
“Oh, of course not. Shall we read it all first, friend?”
Adelian smiled and spoke as if he were a light person, but his eyes were sunken.
‘Rumors aren’t trustworthy in the first place, but.’
Arman pretended to read the papers and glanced at Adelian.
A flirtatious gesture and a look that seemed to look down on others. A well-proportioned physique, but a body that looks like it has never tried its best.
In addition, the document does not contain a single toxin clause.
How should Arman himself judge this?
If Adelian was a really thoughtless idiot and just threw it out of the mood, even a little killing would make his body stiff.
But what if he approached me with a plan?
In the end, Arman raised a little murder and looked at Adelian.
Moderate provocation and spying. And little by little, the concentration of living is getting thicker.
If you’re really an incompetent person who doesn’t have a proper trait as rumored, he’ll react in some way.
However, Adelian held her chin on her chin as if she didn’t feel alive at all, turning the grapes around and picking them one by one and putting them in her mouth.
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To say that he pretended to be calm, he now lives openly, not secretly, and does not respond even to spraying mana that scans his body.
It’s obviously not strong, but Arman felt a little confused that his body didn’t respond even to live.
The only thing that can be guessed is the fact that he will never be a mindless idiot as rumored.
If so, shall we attack?
The moment Armand had a heartache instead of artificial life.
“Kuh… … !”
As Arman groaned and grabbed the table, Adelian looked at him with a bit of surprise.
“Is there anything wrong with the paperwork?”
“that. no.”
A terrifying feeling, as if a blade stopped right in front of the heart.
The warning was so sharp that I couldn’t even tell if it was life or tangible mana.
In addition to that, the instinctive fear and horror of being crushed and trapped in the coiled place of a hideous beast.
Arman felt cold sweat run down his back.
A warning that such strong people are so aggressive.
‘Was the rumor that he was worthless and inferior to garbage rather a smoke screen?’
The sensation quickly disappeared, but Arman grabbed his clothes as if grabbing his heart, which had fallen terribly.
“If I get the monopoly in the south, won’t the imperial family intervene?”
“If you say you want to raise a portion of the profits you earn separately from taxes, I will. The empire is quite a unique country, so the imperial authority is strong, but the dictatorship is unreasonable.”
The three grand dukes are keeping the strong imperial power in check.
Arman nodded.
“So what am I supposed to do for you?”
A consideration not explicitly stated in the contract.
In any case, taking the monopoly and selling Siren and then sharing the profits itself is an act that doesn’t matter to anyone other than Armand.
However, Adelian picked him out and the reason must be the price he couldn’t bear to leave in the contract.
Arman swallowed dry saliva and looked at the sleek face, which could no longer be read.
With that face that was arrogant and arrogant and would not be put under anyone’s feet, Adelian rolled up the corners of his mouth and opened his mouth slowly.
“Strengthen the naval power.”
“… what?”
For a moment, Arman wondered if his ears were wrong and asked again.
“What did you say to me just now?”
“Arman, strengthen the naval power. Your entire family doesn’t matter. The best thing is to improve the quality of the fleet you have inherited command of.”
Arman laughed at Adelian’s words.
“So what does it do you? Should I accept the offer that is good only for me without any doubt?”
“You don’t know my national mind. Arman, listen carefully.”
Adelian laughed as he shook his glass with a light hand motion that made him seem frivolous.
“Quantitative expansion cannot escape the eyes of the imperial family. Because conscription is the hard part. But the qualitative expansion is different.”
I’m not saying you’ll become stronger overnight. Step by step, without anyone knowing. No matter how many years it takes, even if nothing seems to have changed on the outside, the inside is solid.
“The money you make as a siren? Even if a few fully-packed trading ships are swept away by a typhoon, it’s easy to leave a hole in your finances. Disrupt the flow of money like that. Be tenacious enough to make your fleet stronger than all the pirates.”
Adelian smiled and leaned back in the chair and continued.
“A stronger navy, stronger ships and crew. And a mana cannon that is not a normal cannon, and a player statue made of an artifact that is not a normal decoration. how is it?”
If it is not literally the number of ships or the number of sailors, but quality improvement, and close direction instructions are possible through sirens… … .
Arman laughed dejectedly.
‘why… … .’
The cost of deceiving everyone so far is too high. Is there any reason to be called incompetent and ridiculed throughout the empire?
But I couldn’t say I wasn’t fooled when I saw this.
What on earth did you want to come to this point enduring the shame?
“all good. All good. Adelian. That doesn’t answer my question.”
Arman looked at Adelian with serious eyes.
“I would be a complete idiot if I didn’t take this offer. A proposal in which I do not lose a single one. But I didn’t understand.”
Let me tell you what it means to you that the navy of the Namhae Islands become stronger.
Adelian sighed loosely in Arman’s eyes.
“I only want one thing, Arman.”
Adelian slowly muttered.
debt of your heart.
“I want that.”