“I have to bring a lot of things across the sea for business, but my trading ship keeps getting stopped at the immigration checkpoint lately.”
“I see.”
The Emperor nodded absentmindedly, as if he was listening.
When was it?
There was a time when even the old man was full of energy.
A country where all people can live well. A place where all good things are shared and all bad things are eliminated, creating a happy and healthy society.
The days of working day and night to become the master of such an empire...
He had it too.
But now he's tired.
The size of those who were eating away at the empire grew by the day, and the old and sick Emperor no longer had the strength or will to prune the rotten branches.
"Our Crown Prince, perhaps because he's young, works with such passion. Well, that's not to say that's a bad thing."
Crown Prince.
The eldest son, like himself in his younger days, is full of passion to make this country healthy.
Even though he had already delegated all internal affairs to him, the Emperor did not summon the Crown Prince to this occasion.
The son would obviously waste time trying to turn around a negotiation whose outcome was obvious.
“I will tell my Crown Prince.”
At the Emperor's permission, Elliot burst out laughing.
"Ahaha! As expected, there is no ruler as virtuous as Your Majesty. His Highness the Crown Prince should emulate Your Majesty's decisiveness."
“Then I’ll leave the Western Front to you.”
The Emperor hurried out of the audience room, as if he did not want to stay any longer.
The Duke laughed at the Emperor's back as he ran away, and lightly waved his hand.
“Bridget.”
“Yes, Father.”
The seventh, Bridget, who had been looking at her well-manicured nails with a bored expression the whole time, immediately opened her mouth and said a blessing.
The Book of Transmission
“David, just now...”
The cursed land of Glatt, the western continent.
"David, I just finished speaking with the Emperor. Thank you for your hard work."
A voice transmitted through this ability reached the man's ears.
“Ugh!”
“Oh, be careful!”
Kwaaaaak!
Krrrr...
“Damage! Over there!”
“Run away!”
A horrific sight, a mixture of human screams and demonic cries.
It was a complete disaster.
David, the eldest son of the Wassenberg family, was on a high watchtower overlooking hell.
“It ended sooner than I thought.”
David leisurely placed a cigarette in his mouth. The attendant next to him immediately lit it for him.
The end of the cigarette burned red as he took a deep breath. Golden eyes flashed between his black hair.
"Your Grace, I believe we've received word from the regime. Should we order the punitive force to retreat?"
David scoffed when the adjutant behind him asked.
“What are you doing?”
Some are blocking the devil in this chaos right now.
A punitive force comprised of noble families' private soldiers and imperial knights who were drafted by imperial law.
So now that place is... a hell where demons and humans mix indiscriminately.
But there is no reason or obligation to single them out.
David nodded.
God's Punishment
Dozens of sparks pour out from the once clear sky.
Golden lightning.
At first glance, it was a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
“Kwaaaaak!”
Kwaaaaaaa...!
“Ah!”
Grrrrr!!
The roars of monsters. The screams of humans.
The golden lightning that poured down on the cursed land burned everything, regardless of whether it was friend or foe.
Soon the terrible noise stops...
A ruin where only the foul smell of burning flesh remained.
Bam.
The man carelessly threw the shortened cigarette down the tower and walked away.
“...So, your family is catching monsters in exchange for receiving numerous privileges from the imperial family.”
“Yes. So the royal family is trying to suppress the monsters without relying on the help of superhumans as much as possible... but it’s not easy.”
Demons that crawl out from the cursed lands of the east, west, south, and north every six months.
The frequency of occurrence can be predicted, but its scale cannot.
Sometimes, the number is enough to be suppressed by regular troops alone, but at other times, a number that threatens civilians beyond the last line of defense appears.
If a 'Level 1 Alert' was issued due to the scale of the outbreak, the royal family had no choice but to seek help from those with special abilities.
"Among all those with supernatural powers, is there not a single one? A righteous human willing to face monsters without a price?"
A righteous power user?
There is.
'It's just not our family.'
My lover Nike.
He was happy to fulfill his duty as a member of the royal family and took up the sword whenever there was a demonic incident.
As his lover, I was really angry at the reality that I had to constantly push him around. I was angry, but...
'In the end, thanks to Nike, there were many times when I didn't have to ask for help from thieves in my house.'
Fortunately, that doesn't mean Nike can solve every problem.
A cursed land with four locations.
If there ever comes a time when two or more demonic incident cycles overlap...
Nike couldn't tear himself in half and go on an expedition, and in places where he was not present, there was a 99% chance that we would have to rely on our family's help.
'Still, I'm really glad I found the Prince first this time.'
The damn eldest brother would use Merchen to deliberately cause trouble and take care of his own interests.
But fortunately, that won't be the case this time.
Merchen doesn't know. Just by being here with me, he's saved thousands of lives.
Moreover, it was as if I had taken away dozens of interests that Wassenberg had before my return.
Bang
Bang
At that time, two wild boars fell into the front yard of the house again today.
The boar slayer came running to my window with an angry expression on his face.
“Prince, are you slacking off?! I’ll cut your pay in half today, so you’ll get 50 bronze!”
“Hey, hey! No! I’m doing it!”
Merchen quickly began to dust the window.
“And you, little shit, why are you in that girl’s room! Do you want to die?”
“...? Because you made me clean the room!”
“Don’t do this in her room!”
“Then you should have told me in advance!”
“Daddy, daddy!”
I stopped them both, and then I remembered something I wanted to ask Ryan.
“Do you remember what I wondered the first day I met you, Dad?”
“...What was it?”
“Blessings don’t overlap.”
Clearly, there was!
Ryan seems to know the principle of some kind of supernatural ability!
After talking to Merchen and assuming that 'there are no incompetent people'... now I really wanted to hear the secret.
"Dad said the blessings don't overlap. I asked you why you were so sure, and you said you'd tell me if I paid you five hundred gold!"
"Ah!"
“May I ask why you are so sure?”
"Curious?"
"Yes."
“...If you’re curious, five hundred gold.”
Ryan chuckled as he remembered that time.
“You made a million gold by selling rocks thanks to me, didn’t you? I paid two thousand times more, so tell me now!”
“Oh my. Yes, yes...”
Ryan, who had been laughing for a long time, stroked his chin as if lost in thought.
Then he said.
“My powers were the same as my uncle’s.”
Bam.
At those words, Merchen dropped the duster.
“Ryan is incompetent...?”
“...”
“...”
Silence.
Ryan immediately pointed to Merchen and spoke to me.
“Make sure that kid keeps his mouth shut.”
"Yes."
“Oh my goodness. Ryan, what kind of talent do you have?”
We kept talking about the excited Merchen.
"I know that my father has the same supernatural powers as my uncle. But why?"
Instant death.
The worst and strongest force ever, which has only appeared once to the public.
This ability was first manifested in Melvin Wassenberg, the younger brother of the current Duke of Wassenberg.
"I didn't develop this ability until I was twelve, so I lived thinking I was incapacitated. Then, on August 5th, 922 Imperial Calendar, my ability exploded."
Ah?
The moment when you think, "What if?"
“That day is the anniversary of my uncle’s death.”
Ryan said.
"The moment my powers exploded was exactly when my uncle died."
“...!”
I finally figured it out.
“Blessings don’t overlap.”
The reason Ryan was so sure.
'Ryan, you didn't grow up hiding your powers from the time you were in the family!'
He was unable to use his powers until he was twelve. It wasn't until his uncle died that he finally awakened his powers.
That strange situation can only be interpreted in one way.
“I guess the blessing is... inherited...?”
"That's right. Blessings are 'inherited' from previous holders. So they can't overlap."
“I see.”
The Emperor nodded absentmindedly, as if he was listening.
When was it?
There was a time when even the old man was full of energy.
A country where all people can live well. A place where all good things are shared and all bad things are eliminated, creating a happy and healthy society.
The days of working day and night to become the master of such an empire...
He had it too.
But now he's tired.
The size of those who were eating away at the empire grew by the day, and the old and sick Emperor no longer had the strength or will to prune the rotten branches.
"Our Crown Prince, perhaps because he's young, works with such passion. Well, that's not to say that's a bad thing."
Crown Prince.
The eldest son, like himself in his younger days, is full of passion to make this country healthy.
Even though he had already delegated all internal affairs to him, the Emperor did not summon the Crown Prince to this occasion.
The son would obviously waste time trying to turn around a negotiation whose outcome was obvious.
“I will tell my Crown Prince.”
At the Emperor's permission, Elliot burst out laughing.
"Ahaha! As expected, there is no ruler as virtuous as Your Majesty. His Highness the Crown Prince should emulate Your Majesty's decisiveness."
“Then I’ll leave the Western Front to you.”
The Emperor hurried out of the audience room, as if he did not want to stay any longer.
The Duke laughed at the Emperor's back as he ran away, and lightly waved his hand.
“Bridget.”
“Yes, Father.”
The seventh, Bridget, who had been looking at her well-manicured nails with a bored expression the whole time, immediately opened her mouth and said a blessing.
The Book of Transmission
“David, just now...”
***
The cursed land of Glatt, the western continent.
"David, I just finished speaking with the Emperor. Thank you for your hard work."
A voice transmitted through this ability reached the man's ears.
“Ugh!”
“Oh, be careful!”
Kwaaaaak!
Krrrr...
“Damage! Over there!”
“Run away!”
A horrific sight, a mixture of human screams and demonic cries.
It was a complete disaster.
David, the eldest son of the Wassenberg family, was on a high watchtower overlooking hell.
“It ended sooner than I thought.”
David leisurely placed a cigarette in his mouth. The attendant next to him immediately lit it for him.
The end of the cigarette burned red as he took a deep breath. Golden eyes flashed between his black hair.
"Your Grace, I believe we've received word from the regime. Should we order the punitive force to retreat?"
David scoffed when the adjutant behind him asked.
“What are you doing?”
Some are blocking the devil in this chaos right now.
A punitive force comprised of noble families' private soldiers and imperial knights who were drafted by imperial law.
So now that place is... a hell where demons and humans mix indiscriminately.
But there is no reason or obligation to single them out.
David nodded.
God's Punishment
Dozens of sparks pour out from the once clear sky.
Golden lightning.
At first glance, it was a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
“Kwaaaaak!”
Kwaaaaaaa...!
“Ah!”
Grrrrr!!
The roars of monsters. The screams of humans.
The golden lightning that poured down on the cursed land burned everything, regardless of whether it was friend or foe.
Soon the terrible noise stops...
A ruin where only the foul smell of burning flesh remained.
Bam.
The man carelessly threw the shortened cigarette down the tower and walked away.
***
“...So, your family is catching monsters in exchange for receiving numerous privileges from the imperial family.”
“Yes. So the royal family is trying to suppress the monsters without relying on the help of superhumans as much as possible... but it’s not easy.”
Demons that crawl out from the cursed lands of the east, west, south, and north every six months.
The frequency of occurrence can be predicted, but its scale cannot.
Sometimes, the number is enough to be suppressed by regular troops alone, but at other times, a number that threatens civilians beyond the last line of defense appears.
If a 'Level 1 Alert' was issued due to the scale of the outbreak, the royal family had no choice but to seek help from those with special abilities.
"Among all those with supernatural powers, is there not a single one? A righteous human willing to face monsters without a price?"
A righteous power user?
There is.
'It's just not our family.'
My lover Nike.
He was happy to fulfill his duty as a member of the royal family and took up the sword whenever there was a demonic incident.
As his lover, I was really angry at the reality that I had to constantly push him around. I was angry, but...
'In the end, thanks to Nike, there were many times when I didn't have to ask for help from thieves in my house.'
Fortunately, that doesn't mean Nike can solve every problem.
A cursed land with four locations.
If there ever comes a time when two or more demonic incident cycles overlap...
Nike couldn't tear himself in half and go on an expedition, and in places where he was not present, there was a 99% chance that we would have to rely on our family's help.
'Still, I'm really glad I found the Prince first this time.'
The damn eldest brother would use Merchen to deliberately cause trouble and take care of his own interests.
But fortunately, that won't be the case this time.
Merchen doesn't know. Just by being here with me, he's saved thousands of lives.
Moreover, it was as if I had taken away dozens of interests that Wassenberg had before my return.
Bang
Bang
At that time, two wild boars fell into the front yard of the house again today.
The boar slayer came running to my window with an angry expression on his face.
“Prince, are you slacking off?! I’ll cut your pay in half today, so you’ll get 50 bronze!”
“Hey, hey! No! I’m doing it!”
Merchen quickly began to dust the window.
“And you, little shit, why are you in that girl’s room! Do you want to die?”
“...? Because you made me clean the room!”
“Don’t do this in her room!”
“Then you should have told me in advance!”
“Daddy, daddy!”
I stopped them both, and then I remembered something I wanted to ask Ryan.
“Do you remember what I wondered the first day I met you, Dad?”
“...What was it?”
“Blessings don’t overlap.”
Clearly, there was!
Ryan seems to know the principle of some kind of supernatural ability!
After talking to Merchen and assuming that 'there are no incompetent people'... now I really wanted to hear the secret.
"Dad said the blessings don't overlap. I asked you why you were so sure, and you said you'd tell me if I paid you five hundred gold!"
"Ah!"
“May I ask why you are so sure?”
"Curious?"
"Yes."
“...If you’re curious, five hundred gold.”
Ryan chuckled as he remembered that time.
“You made a million gold by selling rocks thanks to me, didn’t you? I paid two thousand times more, so tell me now!”
“Oh my. Yes, yes...”
Ryan, who had been laughing for a long time, stroked his chin as if lost in thought.
Then he said.
“My powers were the same as my uncle’s.”
***
Bam.
At those words, Merchen dropped the duster.
“Ryan is incompetent...?”
“...”
“...”
Silence.
Ryan immediately pointed to Merchen and spoke to me.
“Make sure that kid keeps his mouth shut.”
"Yes."
“Oh my goodness. Ryan, what kind of talent do you have?”
We kept talking about the excited Merchen.
"I know that my father has the same supernatural powers as my uncle. But why?"
Instant death.
The worst and strongest force ever, which has only appeared once to the public.
This ability was first manifested in Melvin Wassenberg, the younger brother of the current Duke of Wassenberg.
"I didn't develop this ability until I was twelve, so I lived thinking I was incapacitated. Then, on August 5th, 922 Imperial Calendar, my ability exploded."
Ah?
The moment when you think, "What if?"
“That day is the anniversary of my uncle’s death.”
Ryan said.
"The moment my powers exploded was exactly when my uncle died."
“...!”
I finally figured it out.
“Blessings don’t overlap.”
The reason Ryan was so sure.
'Ryan, you didn't grow up hiding your powers from the time you were in the family!'
He was unable to use his powers until he was twelve. It wasn't until his uncle died that he finally awakened his powers.
That strange situation can only be interpreted in one way.
“I guess the blessing is... inherited...?”
"That's right. Blessings are 'inherited' from previous holders. So they can't overlap."
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