Become Tyrant On My Own Way
Chapter 226 – LOSERS WHO NEVER KAPOK
[POV Buron]
“Ah, I'm really bored.”
“Hoaaam.”
I yawned so bored.
In this quiet place I sat alone while looking at the view of the sea from the top of the mountain.
When His Majesty the Emperor placed me here alone at a time when others were risking their lives in the war in the west, I was furious.
However, His Majesty the Emperor told me himself precisely because I am the one guarding this place even if alone, His Majesty the Emperor can face the battlefield with a feeling of relief.
I initially thought it was impossible.
Where perhaps when the representatives of the human race are in a vigorous war against the demon nation, there will be another human nation stabbing them from behind.
Turns out I was wrong.
As His Majesty the Emperor said.
Such trash people really exist.
I could see a fairly small fleet consisting of only ten medium-sized ships that contained a complete arsenal, he said, it was about to land at the northeastern port of the Meglovian Empire at a time when the defenses of the place were weak about most of the soldiers being drawn to the wars in the western continent.
They seem to disguise themselves as pirates, but no matter how I see them, they must be trained warriors.
They underestimated the look of a pirate.
Although they were wearing ragged clothes, it was clear that their skin was too clean from the wounds to be recognized as a pirate.
It must be those envoys from the unity of the kingdoms in the Asium Continent who once again intend to wreak havoc on the Ernoa Continent.
Of course I can't let it.
In the current harbor, the civilians were desperately fighting in their own way to survive while praying for the victory of His Majesty the Emperor on the battlefield.
Frankly, I am proud of His Majesty the Emperor.
I heard he used to be an excommunicated and outcast prince.
That was why not a single noble in the Ernesto Continent wanted to become his teacher to the extent that His Majesty the Emperor had to look for various talents from among the commoners from various places to become his teacher.
I heard that the sword teacher of His Majesty the Emperor was an illegitimate child just like me from a king of a small country vassal of the former Joumunun Empire who had just been overthrown by the transition of the empire into the Republic of Joumen.
Not only that, the teacher of the knowledge of herbal medicines His Majesty the Emperor was also just a grandmother of an old herbal shop owner from the Ignitia region who was due to his peerage status, was also just a grandmother, he could not gain a greater influence among scientists even though he was very talented.
History teachers, economics teachers, agriculture teachers, and many more, all of whom His Majesty chose from among the talented commoners.
His Majesty the Emperor did not discriminate a person from his social status, but was purely due to his talent.
His Majesty the Emperor was so painstaking that he studied many sciences that now proved to be really useful for the future development of the empire.
I am truly grateful that at least at the end of my life, I was met with an inspiring young man like His Majesty the Emperor who managed to build a dream country without racial discrimination and descent, this Meglovian Empire.
His Majesty the Emperor truly deserves to be a hero.
And in the troubled homeland of His Majesty the Emperor, those damn people once again wanted to destroy him.
Every drop of the blood of the people of the Meglovia Empire was as important to His Majesty the Emperor.
If there were to be injured residents let alone being killed by those hoodlums, surely His Majesty the Emperor would be sad.
So it's clear what I should do.
I have to deal with them all before they manage to land their rotten feet in the homeland of Meglovia.
-syria, syur, syur.
I jumped from the top of the mountain and rushed to run on the sea water with all my might.
Since I was able to coat my body with aura, it was not difficult for me anymore to run for hours on the surface of the sea water.
I immediately summoned my sword aura.
Then, then,
- Slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash.
I slashed the ships one by one.
One slash of mine on each ship was enough to split the two ships to the point of sinking.
Some die instantly because they cannot swim.
But it is still around the third month.
The northern surface of Gaia has not completely subsided from winter.
The sea water will still be very cold.
Most of those who could not survive hypothermia eventually began to die one by one.
What remained, were now their leaders who had advanced classes, swords masters and wizards.
But will it be a problem for me who is a grand master, especially with my battle experience that has been more than 70 years?
The answer is of course not, no matter how many crocoes gather.
I don't have to kill them one by one.
I simply drained my aura shrouding the sea.
Depending on the way it was used, the aura of a grand master could be an effective killing weapon for weaker people.
-Dash.
I plugged my sword aura this time with a slight change of aura form into the sea water.
Through the sea water, my already twisted aura began to seep into the stream where those soldiers who were like poison instantly turned all over their bodies blue.
Only by changing the rotation and trajectory patterns in the particles that make up the aura, the aura is able to rip apart the instantaneous flow of mana.
It did not take long for them to remove the foam in their mouths and then die horribly.
For the sake of His Majesty the Emperor, I will fight with all my might in carrying out this role entrusted to me to protect the eastern regions of the continent.
I did not contribute directly to the war against the demon nation.
However, there is no denying that this is also a big role.
Thanks to me protecting this place, thousands of civilian lives in this place can be saved.
I hope that His Majesty the Emperor and the others on the battlefield in the west can soon bring home the victory.
I didn't even sweat a bit after eradicating those crocoes.
However, this is disturbing.
Their bodies are polluting the ocean.
The job is not over just by beating them.
I also have to clean the bodies after defeating them.
The cheers of the civilians accompanied my victory as soon as I headed to the port.
A feeling that feels foreign to me.
I was also a great hero in the eyes of the people of my country before my country was destroyed by the Tong Kong Empire.
Ironically, it was also that caused the young king to be wary of me and finally dark eyes then branded me as a traitor.
Forgetting that, basically no matter how great my achievements were, I could not escape from the shadow of an illegitimate child.
‘If only he wasn't an illegitimate child, he could definitely become a greater knight.’
Often I eavesdrop on those conversations in a crowd of people praising my achievements.
Yet the Meglovia Empire was completely different.
This empire really only looked at a person from his talents, not based on his descendants.
It was inseparable from the merits of His Majesty the Emperor.
His Majesty the Emperor has gone to great lengths to create this ideal country for me.
I won't let anyone take it.
“Master Grand Master, you can rest. You must be tired after fighting alone. Let us who can't help anything on a fight that does trivial work such as cleaning up dead bodies.”
It was not fear that built up their feelings of admiration for me, but it was purely a form of appreciation.
That's what makes me really comfortable living in this empire.
I finally found my oasis after seventy years of my life.