Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 32: Water for My Son, part 2
...—Main Path of Arestia— Empire...
...—3 September 1238—...
Looking at a very burly middle-aged man who walked up to him, Ares softly chanted, "Appraisal," as well as to Excel and himself to figure out the statistical difference.
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...[.Status]...
Name of: Joan
Age: 32 Years
Gender : Male
Affiliation: Black Fang Bandit
Title: Right Hand of Bandit Leader
Statisticians
Weapon Expertise: 41 (+0)
Agility :32 (+0)
Cleverness :19 (+0)
Body :44 (+0)
Leadership :27 (+0)
Loyalty: 43
Moral: 86
Training: 27
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...[.Status]...
Name: Ares Aubert
Age: 19 Years
Gender : Male
Title: Emperor of Arestia, Ares I
Affiliation: Royalty of the Arestian Empire
Statisticians
Weapon Expertise: 90 (+50)
Agility :86 (+60)
Cleverness :78 (+70)
Body :90 (+50)
Leadership :83 (+80)
Military and Military
Number of Soldiers: 800,000 (250,000 Active Personnel)
Moral: 83
Training :71
Food Supply: 45,912,841,175
Number of Funds :
+ Personal \= 5.312.634.734 G
+ Debt \= 7.127.876.670 G
+ Cash Country \= 237.654.812 G
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...[.Status]...
Name: Excel Aubert
Age: 19 Years
Gender: Female
Title: Grand Empress
Affiliation: Royalty of the Arestian Empire
Statisticians
Weapon Expertise: 92 (+45)
Agility :94 (+37)
Intelligence :32 (+0)
Body :92 (+26)
Leadership :22 (+50)
Loyalty: 100
Moral: 76
Training: 67
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Heh?
Ares showed a mocking smile. A feeling of highness enveloped his mind when he found out that the stats of himself and his wife exceeded that of the highest person in the bandit group.
Moreover, after judging Joan's subordinates, Ares understood that her abilities could not be matched with theirs, even though he knew that the group had higher abilities compared to an ordinary knight.
Only nine include archers?
"Rea, no need to move. I want a little exercise." Ares' command caused Rea—who had unsheathed both of his short swords—to retreat, to return to being passive.
Even so with Excel, not a little care about the environment, only focused on the affairs of his son's stomach.
"You underestimated us, God damn it?" Joan stepped forward, preparing her axe followed by her subordinates.
A faint smile formed on Ares's countenance, causing Orcian to look at his father strangely, "What father?"
"Orcian, do you want to be able to play the sword..." Sensing the small pressure his wife was exuding, Ares momentarily glanced at Excel and found his wife staring intently at him, making Ares' body faintly tremble, "by the time you were an adult?"
"Yes!" The excited answer that his daughter threw out made both corners of Ares' lips lift up.
"Dad will teach you."
Right after Ares' words ended, making use of his agility stats, the tip of Rapier's pointed blade had been right in front of one of Joan's eyeballs.
"Eh?" Joan momentarily stared, her mind going very slowly to understand the situation, but she knew if the word was the last words Joan could utter.
JRASH!
First blood.
Rapier's pointed blade pierced Joan's eye through her skull.
Orcian momentarily fell silent, his two eyes involuntarily opened wide, the sight of blood gushing before him was something new to him.
Not feeling the slightest fear, nor is it a feeling of distress, Orcian shows a very different psychological appearance to toddlers in general.
Pleasure.
Ares unknowingly awakens the soul of a psychopath who is asleep in his daughter's heart, even if it is just a mere seedling.
"Cool dad!" Orcian had an excited face, deeply impressed by his father's actions.
Quickly, Ares' right-footed shell was fixed to the bottom vital tool of the sword-wielding bandit that lunged towards him.
THE DUAK!
"Aragh!"
Ares turned around, maintaining the balance of himself who was also holding the Orcian with one of his feet that was treading the ground.
Rapier had been pulled back, not the slightest bit of blackish-red blood spurting from his prick marks.
A new movement, a one-on-many fight did not require a deadly move, enough to make his opponents turn his attention to the small pain Ares caused, even if it only lasted for a moment.
JRASH!
JRASH!
JRASH!
With Rapier's thin tip, the faces of the attacking bandits simultaneously scratched, just above their nasal passages.
Instinctively, the bandits stopped his movements. Similar to the lower vital organs, the face is something that can eliminate a soldier from his enemy, especially with organs that sense vision.
"Urghs!"
With our high endurance and strength—Ares body statistics, their nasal passages are instantly destroyed.
Utilizing the back of one of the bandits as a foothold, Ares jumped up, pushing the bandit's back to fall, towards the origin of the arrow that had just been fired at his daughter.
JRASH!
"Aragh!" Archers hiding behind the branches of trees fell, one of his eyelids was hit by a deep Rapier incision, damage to the eyeball is quite severe confirmed.
"Dad! Run!" Orcian pointed, sounding very upset that his father's prey had escaped.
Looking at the two remaining people, Ares again retraced the ground. His left hand tightly hugged the Orcian, using his soles to push his body towards the bandits who were fleeing strongly.
JRASH!
The base of the neck of one of the bandits is penetrated, Ares moves his Rapier blade sideways to thin the skin of the other bandit face.
Orcian became very excited. The neck that had just been slashed had blood spurting profusely. Similarly, thin fibers of blood vessels and nerve veins can also be seen attached to the neck muscle.
"Eight seconds, eight weak people." Ares said softly, updating his record.
"Darling, please bring some water." His wife's orders made Ares re-conscious.
"O—oke, Honey! Gale, come with me!" Carrying the Orcian on his back, Ares ran, following the rustling sound of the tread steps as well as the occasional spot of blood seen from the blurred bandits.
Gale sighed heavily, his body looking shivering. Even so, Ares seemed to be unconcerned about his condition, making Gale lazily get off the coachman's seat following Ares' departure.
"Well... Huh... Huh..." A faint huffling sound rang out in the middle of the dark forest.
What monster is it?!
Why did I never know?!
Through the path, the bandits had clearly remembered every contour of the road that was hindering. The roots of the big tree that rose, the big rocks that were in the middle of the road, he climbed all the obstacles well despite being frantically saved himself.
A faint mark on some tree trunks was clearly visible. The bandit had the face of a sumringah, a feeling of safety had been imprinted in his mind.
The mouth of the cave in which the yellowish light that became a hiding place was getting closer, the bandits were accelerating their pace.
Due to the increasingly noisy voice, the seedy thick-bearded old man with a thick mustache who had a large body came out from the depths of the cave, about to cuss at his members who were making a very loud noise, "Delay your voice, Bastard!"
"Boss! The boss! I just met Ibli—"
A BLAR!
The arrow that had just been fired from the Zarrex Bow—the Arcana-rated weapon that caused destruction to every target he managed to shoot drove off silently, right on the back of the bandit head that was about to enter the depths of the cave to shatter into pieces.
The bandit leader was unintentionally flabbergasted, so shocked that he was involuntarily speechless unable to do anything.
The great fear immediately entered into the mind. The three figures that were running fast immediately appeared from behind the headless bandit body that had just fallen sprawled.
Not to the orange-haired figure in his hand was a bow, nor to the young man who looked very intimidating with Rapier in his right hand, but to the figure of the baby girl behind the back of the young man who smiled eerily with a faint glow of red light from both eyes.
You've been caught, Mr. Big Body!
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Note :
Debt \= traders' investments.
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