Do Your Own Revolution

#105

The Republic.

No, the forces that Randall arranged to kill me were so extreme that I felt honored by the overkill.

Claude, who had awakened an additional six stroke in the past two years, and two six stroke imprint specialists from the Republic who emerged as late-game named characters.

After eliminating me with a simultaneous ambush by these three, they probably planned to assassinate the Special Magic Unit members and key figures throughout the Imperial Capital.

‘Though it seems a bit excessive just to kill someone like me.’

If the plan had succeeded, it would have been a truly dangerous situation.

Facing three six stroke mages simultaneously, even with my surplus of magic bullets, that would have been impossible.

However, that’s only if the plan had succeeded.

Boom–!

Against someone with a five stroke or higher imprint, throwing basic spells would be meaningless.

After taking control of the situation with [Solar Wind Manifestation], I pressed them with the penetrating spell [Spear of Mithra].

Whoosh-! Whoosh-!

One magic bullet per spell.

Though the extremely agitated magic imprint was emitting smoke, its effectiveness was excellent.

“Damn it, what kind of firepower…!”

“Gates! It’s coming your way!”

The magician wielding two daggers hastily twisted his body to dodge the red beam.

‘His reaction speed is much faster than mine. Close combat would be dangerous.’

Whoom-!

I had already set up red magic circles in the expected infiltration routes.

The binding spell [Helios’ Snare].

And a minefield mixed with the installation-type detonation spell [Hellfire].

The opponent who was trying to rush toward me stopped in his tracks upon seeing those numerous magic circles, and I didn’t miss that opening.

Clang-!

“Alex!”

[Spear of Mithra] that slipped through that momentary gap

The Republic’s mage who took the red beam gritted his teeth.

“Damn it, even Claude alone would be tough enough…!”

Claude’s Red Wings, specialized in head-on power struggles.

As if to counter that, the purple imprint engraved on his right arm began to emit light.

“You stupid brat-!”

Boom–!

Alex swung the greatsword gripped in both hands.

As Claude twisted his body to avoid it, the airship hull behind him was split in two before exploding.

“How dare you… How dare you betray us at this crucial moment?!”

“Supreme Leader Claude. Do you understand what you’ve just done?!”

A momentary lull.

The two mages growled through gritted teeth, but Claude gave no response.

He only glared at them with his back to the burning airship wreckage.

Perhaps frustrated by this, the mage wielding two daggers shouted at Claude.

“This was our chance to deal with the Emperor and eliminate all the key figures of the Special Magical Power Unit. If you hadn’t pulled this nonsense, we could do it right now!” 𝐫𝐀Νô𐌱Ёṥ

“……”

“Sir Randall promised you! This would be the end of the Republic’s support! After this, the Revolutionary Army would follow your will…!”

“Then, you answer me.”

A chilling voice.

Claude, his face twisted like a demon, bared his teeth at them.

“The previous Supreme Leader, Uncle Vark. Why did Vark Urgan mutate into a monster on the day of the rescue operation?”

“T-That was the Empire…!”

“Are you saying the Empire also caused the Elcidore Incident two years ago? That the Elcidore knights who mutated into monsters then were also the Empire’s doing?”

That didn’t add up.

After all, it was the Revolutionary Army that had stationed the Elcidore knights there.

When the speechless mage couldn’t find words to respond, Claude smirked and said to them.

“Uncle Vark, who was Supreme Leader at the time, was never happy about the Republic’s support coming to the Revolutionary Army. At the same time, he was suspicious of Brother Randall, who was mediating between the Republic and the Revolutionary Army.”

“…!”

“After turning Uncle Vark into a monster and driving him to his death, I was designated as the next Supreme Leader. Claiming I was the successor directly appointed by Vark.”

This was a story even I didn’t know.

It was the behind-the-scenes truth of the Revolutionary Army after Maximilien’s disappearance, known only to Claude who had watched over them.

“So then.”

A face that smiled while eyes filled with hatred.

The red magical power flowing from Claude’s magic imprint was wrapping around his body like smoke.

“Once this operation is over, I’ll meet the same end, right?”

The revolutionary hero who had discovered all the truth.

His blade was first aimed at his organization, which he had devoted his entire life to nurturing.

“Tch!”

Clang–!

Instead of answering Claude’s question, Alex with the greatsword unleashed a series of slashes toward Claude.

“That’s why I suggested it several times! That we needed to replace him quickly before things went wrong!”

“Indeed. Finding out this much… wasn’t in Sir Randall’s predictions.”

The two mages who revealed their true colors completed their battle preparations.

Cutting power that could slice through double-alloy steel frames like tofu.

And the tremendous magical power that effortlessly unleashed such cutting force.

Though they unleashed destructive power that could easily blow away any Knight Order captain, Claude’s eyes remained calm as he blocked it.

“Is this all you’ve got?”

“What?”

The moment Claude smiled slightly and muttered that.

Whoosh-!

The Red Wings sprouting from his shoulders added red energy to the military sword in his hand.

The red-hot blade and the heat swirling around it.

Taking one step, Claude had already reached right in front of him.

“This bastard!”

“Gates! Take his back! I’ll handle the front…!”

Claude pressing them with fearsome magical power.

Just as the two were about to swing their weapons simultaneously-

“Eugene–!”

At Claude’s shout, the two hurriedly looked in my direction.

And I, standing behind them.

“What, when did he prepare such a spell…!”

“Oh no, fi…!”

Roar…

I slammed a complete spell at critical state toward where they were.

[MOAF]

A Fireball of maximum firepower combining five explosion spells.

By the time they noticed the spell approaching point-blank, it was already too late.

—–!

In the light and explosion that turned everything pure white, only Claude maintained his form intact.

Whoosh–!

Six magic bullets loaded in Heresy were extracted simultaneously.

Heat and pressure swept through the area.

Though Claude staggered back with his balance disturbed, his eyes looking my way were vibrantly alive.

Meaning there was still work to be done, I suppose.

“T-This…!”

“Impossible. This quickly?”

Seeing the two six stroke mages fall, the faces of the other Revolutionary Army members who had infiltrated the Imperial Palace turned pale.

Mission failure.

Then only one thing remained.

“All forces, aim.”

Rustle-!

The Revolutionary Army members corralled into one place.

Though they looked to Claude like clutching at straws, the gazes of Claude and his comrades were cold.

Those who had eaten away at the Revolutionary Army while taking the Republic’s pay.

There was no room for sympathy.

“Open fire.”

With my order, the guns of the troops surrounding them blazed.

Starting with them, all Revolutionary Army members who appeared in the Imperial direct territories would meet the same end.

***

“A popular uprising in Buckenheim territory? And what? Claude betrayed us?”

The deepest part of the Imperial Palace.

The center of the Imperial Palace where the Emperor resides.

Walking past the imperial guards writhing on the floor, Randall couldn’t believe the news that came through the magical power communication.

While it was hard to believe that Claude had betrayed them, a popular uprising?

He grew anxious.

His mind couldn’t keep up with the situations occurring one after another.

‘I concentrated all available combat forces here. Even gave assurance that magic nobles weren’t the priority. But who on earth…’

“It’s a popular uprising incited by the Revolutionary Army. Just as you planned.”

“…What did you say?”

While he was deep in thought, Andrei standing opposite him let out a low laugh.

“What’s wrong? Things aren’t going according to plan?”

“……”

The old knight who hadn’t let go of his sword despite bleeding from his mouth, blocking his path.

And dozens of imperial guards positioned behind him.

A hint of irritation crossed Randall’s face.

A half-baked old knight and imperial guards who had never seen real combat.

He had already wasted over 30 minutes dealing with such insignificant forces.

‘That’s not all. That reaction…’

The magical power communication from the Duke and Andrei laughing at it.

Seeing this, Randall could instinctively realize.

This situation was his… No.

“The Emperor’s scheme?”

“Hehehe.”

Andrei laughed briefly and said to Randall.

“When you instigated this uprising, you only shared the true operation details with a select few executives, right? You just explained it as a popular uprising to the other rebels.”

A stopgap measure to secure both revolutionary legitimacy and practical benefits.

That was also why Claude hadn’t been excluded from the Revolutionary Army.

“And that became your undoing.”

“My undoing?”

“News of the uprising in the Imperial Capital spread quickly throughout the Empire through your information network. Public sentiment boiled over, and the people eagerly waited for your rebels to arrive in their territories too.”

And then, when expectations for revolution reached their critical point.

Claude’s subordinates, thought to be dead, made their move.

A single cry.

A single person’s instigation.

Stimulated by that one word, the people rose up on their own and began pouring out their anger toward the magic nobles who had exploited them.

“Perfectionism that doesn’t tolerate loose ends. And the information isolation based on that… What tripped you up was none other than yourself.”

“…!”

The voice came from somewhere other than Andrei.

Randall immediately turned around.

Eugene Lorentz.

And Revolutionary Army Supreme Leader Claude were approaching him.

They defeated two? This quickly?

No, more than that, their magical power was this intact?

Against two six stroke mages?

“Don’t think that controlling the Revolutionary Army means you can control the masses who stand with them.”

Currently, the Empire’s public enemy isn’t the Emperor but the magic nobles.

No one knows this better than the Imperial citizens themselves who are being exploited.

Adding that, Eugene continued speaking.

“Revolution was just a pretense. Your real goal was to assassinate His Majesty, wasn’t it?”

“……”

“But this fake revolution you started has now become real.”

The enraged masses began attacking not just the Imperial family but the magic nobles.

Not through artificially instigated uprisings by the Revolutionary Army, but through their own judgment.

A real revolution that even you couldn’t stop had begun.

“This…!”

Cracks appeared on Randall’s face as he received communications.

They were starting to arrive.

Eastern, Western, Southern Empire.

Small villages on the border regions, workshops, farms.

Reports that Imperial citizens were rising up in all those lands managed by magic nobles.

“The reason the masses side with your actions is simply because you’re the only voice representing them.”

“…!”

“When given cause and justification, the masses always think for themselves and make judgments for their own sake.”

Well, despite all the explanations, the conclusion is this.

“The Imperial citizens… no, the masses.”

The many humans oppressed in this game.

“Randall, they aren’t as stupid as you think.”

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“…Ha, haha!”

How much time had passed like that?

Randall, who had been laughing as if in disbelief, bared his teeth while looking at me.

“I’m impressed you’ve cornered me this far, but your judgment was wrong.”

Whoom-!

Muttering that, Randall activated his magic imprint, [Watcher of the Abyss].

“If you wanted to reveal everything like this, you should have been confident you could kill me. Two six stroke mages trying to eliminate me? Sorry, but that’s impossible.”

Rumble…

Black shadows spreading out from his center.

As the surrounding scenery gradually disappeared, Randall’s figure also began to blur.

– I am one who wields a completed seven stroke imprint.

– You cannot defeat me.

At the voice echoing from within the shadows, the remaining imperial guards hastily formed a barrier.

‘He’s right.’

Even with two six stroke mages together, they can’t stop the power of a seven stroke.

The final stroke that completes a magic imprint.

The authority contained within was that absolute.

“However.”

Right now, I have something different from before.

The essential condition for clearing [Revolution Empire].

The greatest NPC companion that must be secured from the beginning and nurtured throughout the story.

The protagonist’s sworn friend who draws out his maximum potential by connecting with protagonist Eugene.

Because Claude Elcidore is with me.

“You’re not tired already, are you?”

“What about you?”

Claude and I, back to back, raised our magical power while holding our weapons.

Claude, the best performing companion obtainable in this game.

I’ll work you to the bone and use you as material for my awakening.

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