Ryan continued,
“Every person with superpowers has their own special ability set from birth, and it only manifests around the age of eight.”
“...”
“However, since this ability follows the principle of ‘succession,’ if there is another person with the same type of ability, the later possessor cannot use that power.”
If so, my assumption that 'there are no incompetent people' becomes almost certain.
All of those who were misjudged as incompetent until now could not manifest this ability because the selected holders were still alive.
"This ability can only be used when the original holder dies and inherits their power... That was my hypothesis, based on my own experience. It's a hypothesis that's 99% likely true."
Ryan shrugged.
"But then, a disruptor appeared in the ecosystem of those with supernatural powers who destroyed that family. It was you."
“Yeah, I get it now.”
After hearing the story...
The day I first met Ryan.
'I really did something crazy.'
I used the healing blessing <Restoration of Light> to prove my usefulness.
I, who claims to have the same supernatural powers, even though the third child is alive and well.
'Ryan couldn't help but find it suspicious.'
In fact, I, too, am not a being who violates the "principle of inheritance of supernatural powers." I am not the "Restoration of Light," but rather the "Mirror Eye," a mere imitation of it.
“And at this point, you’ve heard too much.”
“...?”
Ryan, who had said something out of the blue, jumped over the window and grabbed Merchen's neck and strangled him.
“I guess you should just die now.”
“Ugh!”
“Die, Prince!”
"Oh, no! I only listened, but I didn't understand a thing! I had no idea what you were saying!"
I'm glad you two have become close friends.
"Either you die, or you live with me for the rest of your life so I can keep an eye on your mouth! Choose one!"
“I don’t like either of them! I have to go home!”
“I told you I’d send you home? If your family isn’t here when you get there, let’s live together!”
“That, that is...”
The strangled Merchen glanced at me.
"Yeah, you absolutely can't marry her and live with her. You're just going to live as a guest in my house."
“Ugh! Stop it! Let go!”
“...”
I approached Ryan quietly.
He released the thick arm that was harassing Merchen and asked...
“So, Dad, do you still think I’m a mutant?”
"No."
"Why? Aren't I a disruptor to the ecosystem, a threat to the family my father established?"
“I still think you’re a disruptive species, but I don’t think you have any abilities that go against the principle of inheritance.”
“...Why did you think so?”
Wow, I'm really curious!
My ability is a new kind of ability, so it's not even in the power textbooks. As of now, no one knows if there's an ability that can copy this ability.
Still, it's clear that Ryan, who has been following me for some time, thinks of me as a regressor (as expected)!
How on earth does he know my secrets from where and how far they extend!
"Curious?"
"Yeah. I'm so curious, I'm going crazy. Please tell me. Please."
“Come to work.”
Ryan must have been conscious of Merchen, as he pulled me towards him and kissed my ear.
'But why is this picture so similar to the previous one?'
As expected, it's whispering.
“...If you’re curious, five million gold.”
“Oh, really!”
That afternoon.
'Let's work.'
I came out into the front yard with a knife.
I prayed for the soul of the dead boar, explained the circumstances of having to destroy your body, and even offered a prayer of apology.
And I brainwashed myself.
'I am not a Princess anymore.'
If you leave home with the bold ambition of bringing down the corrupt family, you will never back down.
'So you can do things like this too.'
I'll do anything.
The feeling I get when I hold the knife in my hand is really driving me crazy...
'Yeah, I can do it.'
The smell of blood, it really does come back...
"It's nothing. If I had been born a butcher's daughter, I would have always helped my dad with this. Right?"
While brainwashing hard...
Injure the corpse.
The Eyes of the Mirror - Restoration of Light
And restore it again with the blessing of healing.
Repeat, repeat...
“Kkiyaaaaaaaah!”
“Surprise!”
When I looked back, there was Revan.
“What! What happened?!”
Ryan, who was inside the house, also quickly jumped out at Revan's scream.
“Brother, brother... Does the blood of the fourth uncle flow through Bunny, too?”
"What?!"
“Oh, no!”
I was treated like the same person as my crazy fourth brother, Gabriel!
Ryan, who had been staring intently at me as I stabbed the boar carcass, nodded as if he understood.
“What, training Bless?”
“Yeah.”
“Give it to me. I’ll tear it up.”
Thankfully, Ryan took the knife and plopped down next to me. He wounded it instead.
“Thank you, Dad. And I’m sorry, Boar...”
“Do you really have to do something like this?”
Revan covered his mouth as if he was about to vomit.
"Right. Can't you train the Blessing of Healing slowly? Well, if you train it, you can use it in a wide area without touching it, so that's good, but..."
Ryan frowned.
“I don’t use it like that. There are just certain circumstances that require me to train to the max...”
“Well, yes. If it’s necessary, then I’ll do it.”
“Yes. If Bunny wants to do it, I can do it.”
I just gave a vague answer, but as expected, the two men accepted it without asking any further questions.
An atmosphere was created where anyone would listen to what I said unconditionally!
Then.
'Yes! This time, I'll tell you my grand plan!'
I was just thinking about when to tell you, anyway.
★ What to do if you form an alliance with Ryan
- Receive a 'title' from the royal family
(You must be of at least the rank of Baron to legally create, maintain, and train a private army.)
- Upgrade your rank by earning merit
(You must be a Count or higher to investigate the House of Wassenberg, gather evidence of wrongdoing, and bring it before the Imperial Court.)
- Seeking the Emperor's approval
(Once everything is ready, the trial-verdict-execution process must be completed in one go, without fail, so that Wassenberg has no room to resist.
This can only be done if the Emperor, the highest authority in the imperial family, legally gives Ryan permission to 'order the execution of criminals'.)
Let's see what the first thing we need to do to draw this picture is.
‘I have to get the title first...’
There are quite a few ways.
If you make a notable contribution during a sudden and unexpected disaster, you will be awarded the title of Baron.
But the problem is, Ryan.
‘He is a criminal...’
Can't criminals receive titles?
There is no such law, but the royal family will ethically disqualify someone when evaluating their merits.
There have been cases where nobles were stripped of their titles for committing crimes, but as far as I know, there have been no cases where criminals received titles for meritorious deeds.
Then what should we do?
“Dad, I have something to tell you.”
"What."
“Is there something I want Dad to do? As soon as possible.”
“What is it?”
“Oh, what is it?”
I immediately told the two men the conclusion.
“I must meet His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“...”
“...”
Silence fell.
Of course, this is the expected reaction!
I'm going to explain this to the two of you who are wondering what the heck I'm talking about.
“Miss.”
Revan's words made people burst into laughter.
But was it just me, or was it Ryan who was serious?
“Why should I meet the Crown Prince?”
“Shouldn’t we start by thinking about whether we can meet, brother?”
“Because Dad needs a title of nobility.”
Another silence at my words.
Revan swallowed hard as he looked at Ryan with wide eyes.
“A criminal... has a title?!”
"Do you want to die?"
“Every person with superpowers has their own special ability set from birth, and it only manifests around the age of eight.”
“...”
“However, since this ability follows the principle of ‘succession,’ if there is another person with the same type of ability, the later possessor cannot use that power.”
If so, my assumption that 'there are no incompetent people' becomes almost certain.
All of those who were misjudged as incompetent until now could not manifest this ability because the selected holders were still alive.
"This ability can only be used when the original holder dies and inherits their power... That was my hypothesis, based on my own experience. It's a hypothesis that's 99% likely true."
Ryan shrugged.
"But then, a disruptor appeared in the ecosystem of those with supernatural powers who destroyed that family. It was you."
“Yeah, I get it now.”
After hearing the story...
The day I first met Ryan.
'I really did something crazy.'
I used the healing blessing <Restoration of Light> to prove my usefulness.
I, who claims to have the same supernatural powers, even though the third child is alive and well.
'Ryan couldn't help but find it suspicious.'
In fact, I, too, am not a being who violates the "principle of inheritance of supernatural powers." I am not the "Restoration of Light," but rather the "Mirror Eye," a mere imitation of it.
“And at this point, you’ve heard too much.”
“...?”
Ryan, who had said something out of the blue, jumped over the window and grabbed Merchen's neck and strangled him.
“I guess you should just die now.”
“Ugh!”
“Die, Prince!”
"Oh, no! I only listened, but I didn't understand a thing! I had no idea what you were saying!"
I'm glad you two have become close friends.
"Either you die, or you live with me for the rest of your life so I can keep an eye on your mouth! Choose one!"
“I don’t like either of them! I have to go home!”
“I told you I’d send you home? If your family isn’t here when you get there, let’s live together!”
“That, that is...”
The strangled Merchen glanced at me.
"Yeah, you absolutely can't marry her and live with her. You're just going to live as a guest in my house."
“Ugh! Stop it! Let go!”
“...”
I approached Ryan quietly.
He released the thick arm that was harassing Merchen and asked...
“So, Dad, do you still think I’m a mutant?”
"No."
"Why? Aren't I a disruptor to the ecosystem, a threat to the family my father established?"
“I still think you’re a disruptive species, but I don’t think you have any abilities that go against the principle of inheritance.”
“...Why did you think so?”
Wow, I'm really curious!
My ability is a new kind of ability, so it's not even in the power textbooks. As of now, no one knows if there's an ability that can copy this ability.
Still, it's clear that Ryan, who has been following me for some time, thinks of me as a regressor (as expected)!
How on earth does he know my secrets from where and how far they extend!
"Curious?"
"Yeah. I'm so curious, I'm going crazy. Please tell me. Please."
“Come to work.”
Ryan must have been conscious of Merchen, as he pulled me towards him and kissed my ear.
'But why is this picture so similar to the previous one?'
As expected, it's whispering.
“...If you’re curious, five million gold.”
“Oh, really!”
***
That afternoon.
'Let's work.'
I came out into the front yard with a knife.
I prayed for the soul of the dead boar, explained the circumstances of having to destroy your body, and even offered a prayer of apology.
And I brainwashed myself.
'I am not a Princess anymore.'
If you leave home with the bold ambition of bringing down the corrupt family, you will never back down.
'So you can do things like this too.'
I'll do anything.
The feeling I get when I hold the knife in my hand is really driving me crazy...
'Yeah, I can do it.'
The smell of blood, it really does come back...
"It's nothing. If I had been born a butcher's daughter, I would have always helped my dad with this. Right?"
While brainwashing hard...
Injure the corpse.
The Eyes of the Mirror - Restoration of Light
And restore it again with the blessing of healing.
Repeat, repeat...
“Kkiyaaaaaaaah!”
“Surprise!”
When I looked back, there was Revan.
“What! What happened?!”
Ryan, who was inside the house, also quickly jumped out at Revan's scream.
“Brother, brother... Does the blood of the fourth uncle flow through Bunny, too?”
"What?!"
“Oh, no!”
I was treated like the same person as my crazy fourth brother, Gabriel!
Ryan, who had been staring intently at me as I stabbed the boar carcass, nodded as if he understood.
“What, training Bless?”
“Yeah.”
“Give it to me. I’ll tear it up.”
Thankfully, Ryan took the knife and plopped down next to me. He wounded it instead.
“Thank you, Dad. And I’m sorry, Boar...”
“Do you really have to do something like this?”
Revan covered his mouth as if he was about to vomit.
"Right. Can't you train the Blessing of Healing slowly? Well, if you train it, you can use it in a wide area without touching it, so that's good, but..."
Ryan frowned.
“...If word gets back to Dad that you have a superpower, it'll be bad news. So you absolutely can't use it like that.”
“Well, yes. If it’s necessary, then I’ll do it.”
“Yes. If Bunny wants to do it, I can do it.”
I just gave a vague answer, but as expected, the two men accepted it without asking any further questions.
An atmosphere was created where anyone would listen to what I said unconditionally!
Then.
'Yes! This time, I'll tell you my grand plan!'
I was just thinking about when to tell you, anyway.
First, I diligently poked at the wild boar while checking the blueprint in my head.
- Receive a 'title' from the royal family
(You must be of at least the rank of Baron to legally create, maintain, and train a private army.)
- Upgrade your rank by earning merit
(You must be a Count or higher to investigate the House of Wassenberg, gather evidence of wrongdoing, and bring it before the Imperial Court.)
- Seeking the Emperor's approval
(Once everything is ready, the trial-verdict-execution process must be completed in one go, without fail, so that Wassenberg has no room to resist.
This can only be done if the Emperor, the highest authority in the imperial family, legally gives Ryan permission to 'order the execution of criminals'.)
Let's see what the first thing we need to do to draw this picture is.
‘I have to get the title first...’
There are quite a few ways.
If you make a notable contribution during a sudden and unexpected disaster, you will be awarded the title of Baron.
But the problem is, Ryan.
‘He is a criminal...’
Can't criminals receive titles?
There is no such law, but the royal family will ethically disqualify someone when evaluating their merits.
There have been cases where nobles were stripped of their titles for committing crimes, but as far as I know, there have been no cases where criminals received titles for meritorious deeds.
Then what should we do?
“Dad, I have something to tell you.”
"What."
“Is there something I want Dad to do? As soon as possible.”
“What is it?”
“Oh, what is it?”
I immediately told the two men the conclusion.
“I must meet His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“...”
“...”
Silence fell.
Of course, this is the expected reaction!
I'm going to explain this to the two of you who are wondering what the heck I'm talking about.
“…Does the Crown Prince live next door or something?”
Revan's words made people burst into laughter.
But was it just me, or was it Ryan who was serious?
“Why should I meet the Crown Prince?”
“Shouldn’t we start by thinking about whether we can meet, brother?”
“Because Dad needs a title of nobility.”
Another silence at my words.
Revan swallowed hard as he looked at Ryan with wide eyes.
“A criminal... has a title?!”
"Do you want to die?"
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