Friday, April 17, 2026

[WN] Emperor's Seventh Son : 12 - 1 Part 2


12-1 Part 2

The Forbidden Alliance

- The Forbidden Allies -


Translator : PolterGlast


The next day— In the 7th floor of the White Stake, Sixth Pillar Labyrinth—

A strange party was advancing down the path. Eight thugs hired with money. Behind them, two heavily armored knights. And at the very rear, two individuals who appeared to be nobles were strolling along without any sense of tension.

Haa... Even if it's for the sake of our ambitions, to think we'd end up entering a clogged-up hole in the middle of nowhere like this... I miss the Imperial Capital already...

Then why don't you go back alone. Older Brother.

Oh, my younger brother! It would be best not to provoke me too much, you know...? After all, eventually, I will be... you understand, right...?

If you get too carried away, you might have the rug pulled out from under you.

One of the nobles had a gorgeously decorated longsword at his waist, while the other carried no weapons and just chuckled frivolously with a smile unbefitting his middle age. Some of the thugs directed uncomfortable glares at such bizarre employers.

What a boring guy... This is so bad that dealing with that utter weirdo—poor little Ashley—would be better. Oops, come to think of it, a long time ago—

The knight-like noble ignored the aristocrat-like noble and moved forward. That story was a stain on him, and although he brought it upon himself, it was an unpleasant one.

More importantly, it seems the way ahead is cleared. Isn't that area the promised meeting place?

Oh, you are very observant. Yes, you truly have the caliber to be entrusted with the entire army. Aren't you reliable?

How transparent...

Oops, it seems they have arrived. The noble-sama over there.

The party arrived at a large room decorated with faded mirrors. The space in front of that mirror suddenly distorted, and everyone except the two nobles was shaken.

Hii... Th-That is, could it be, an Abyss Gate?!

Something's appearing, run—a-ah, my legs... aaaaah?!

From the other side of the Abyss Gate, a knight clad in white armor appeared. However, they were somewhat petite to be called a knight, so much so that one might mistake it for a woman inside the armor. In fact, the voice was also high-pitched.

Heh... It's quite a filthy souvenir, but I shall accept it.

Wh-What are you talking about—wha, m-my body is, sinking... Hi, hiiiiiiiih?!

The doors of the Abyss opened beneath the thugs' feet. It swallowed the living like a bottomless swamp, and eventually, they were swept away to the other side of the gate, and even their screams could no longer be heard.

The White Duke-sama will likely be pleased too. The Abyss is, in any case, a boring world, you see.

Wh-What is the meaning of this—

The remaining two knights were flustered in agitation. The aristocrat-like man stopped them and stood before the White Knight without any hesitation. His younger brother followed suit.

A pleasure to meet you. I am but a lowly Demon Noble, one who calls himself the White Knight Ventos. Welcome to the boundary between the Abyss and the surface.

Yeah, I went out of my way to come all the way down to this frontier of the Abyss. Fulfill your promise quickly.

The knight-like noble remained unable to approach the Abyss monster calling itself the White Knight. If he drew his sword, he would be killed. The conviction that he absolutely could not win froze his feet in place.

You want to return to the Imperial Capital quickly. You have that kind of face.

Hmph, don't speak to me so familiarly, you lowly Abyss Knight. More importantly, hand it over quickly, the promised Tears of Demiurge!

That fearless personality, in a way, you have caliber too. Very well, this right here is the Tears of Demiurge. As you know, it is a forbidden jewel that shows its owner their ideal dream.

Ooh!

However, this is a warning. You may look inside, but absolutely do not touch it.

The aristocrat-like man snatched the decorative box and opened it. A dark, mysterious jewel swirling with an evil, black aura was inside.

What is this! Is it not just garbage!

It changes its hue to match its owner. It seems the color of the previous owner remains.

I just have to donate this to the Crown Prince, correct...? If I do that—

The Crown Prince should lose his interest in reality. He will never again be able to escape from the sweet dream the stone brings. At that point, he is as good as an invalid. After that, wait for the right moment, steal it from the Crown Prince, and have the opponent you wish to crush possess it.

That will turn into a mutual killing! Hahahahaha, is that not truly excellent!

With a twisted smile floating the conviction of victory, the noble closed the decorative box and tucked it into his breast pocket. Following that, the White Knight of the Abyss offered the sword hanging at his waist to the knight-like man.

Now then, I shall give you the strongest magic sword. You should use this to slash and kill anyone who defies you at random.

...?! I-I shall accept it.

Receiving the sword albeit timidly, he stared at that magic sword in surprise. Just by possessing it, confidence and power overflowed. Even his fear toward the White Knight faded away.

That's unfair, hand over my share!

Ah, for you, it was this one. It's a bit heavy, so you should have that knight over there hold it.

Since before, this White Knight had repeatedly appeared at the bedside of the aristocrat-like man in his dreams and explained something. The method to create the strongest golem using human lives as materials. What the White Knight offered was a single guidebook and a blackened ingot.

Thank you, Abyss monster-kun. I will put your power to effective use, hahaha.

As for the price, you can pay me later when you become the new Emperors. For example, allowing the worship of the ancient gods. Just something of that extent.

Kukuku... The one who will become Emperor is me. Because Mama says that I should be the Emperor... Hey, you think so too, right?

That's right. It's more convenient for the Knight Order if you, who lean towards the nobles, become Emperor. Haa... Even so, what a magnificent sword... With this, I, I can finally—that brat Georg

The Labyrinth of Stakes. At the boundary with the Abyss, a forbidden alliance was formed. There stood fools who wanted to aim for the Emperor's seat, eliminating the Crown Prince of the Empire using any means necessary.

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[WN] A Hero From a Remote Village : Chapter 226


Chapter 226

Cruelty


Translator : PolterGlast


The next day. We packed our bags and decided to depart immediately. Since we had already confirmed the location, we should be able to arrive there without taking too much time.

Phew... I've gotten a little bit nervous.

Me too! Veronica and Mona said it was strong, after all! It's an opponent we can't let our guard down against!

It's true we can't drop our guard, but there's no need to feel that pressured. From what I saw with my own eyes, the Kaonashi was overwhelmingly stronger.

Hearing that puts me a little at ease! Well, it'd be a problem if Kaonashi-class monsters showed up that regularly anyway!

The battle with the Kaonashi seemed to have grown the two of them mentally as well, and it looked like the tension drained from their slightly stiff bodies. In terms of pure physical strength alone, the King Garil might be superior, but looking at it comprehensively, the Kaonashi is overwhelmingly stronger. In the first place, the two of them should have a good affinity against opponents who challenge them to hand-to-hand combat, and I think it's possible to defeat it if they can fight properly.

If I had to raise a point of concern, it would be the bizarre atmosphere drifting about that place. If they get swallowed up by the atmosphere, the outcome of the battle will become completely unknown all at once, so how well they can maintain their composure will be the key. While walking and thinking about such things, we arrived at the forest where the King Garil's dwelling is located in no time.

There's still some distance even after reaching the forest, but we will proceed with vigilance from here on out.

It's kind of a normal forest, isn't it!

It really is. There are few monsters, giving the impression of a peaceful forest.

We're still at the entrance, after all. If we proceed further in, you'll understand why there are so few monsters.

Ah, the thing you were talking about, Graham! The King Garil does cruel things, right?

Yeah. Brace yourselves as we move forward.

A forest that not even monsters approach. The thing that revealed its true colors appeared surprisingly soon. —Within the forest enveloped in fresh greenery, a bright red scene jumped into our vision.

Uwa! Is this... blood?

Probably. A Wild Boar has been eaten to death. Judging from this state, it was likely played with by the King Garil.

Judging from the smell and the state of the blood, it hasn't been that long, has it?

Yeah. Presence-wise as well, I think it's near its dwelling, but it might possibly be active right now. Prepare yourselves so you can react no matter when we're attacked.

A parent and child Wild Boar had been gruesomely killed, their torsos torn to pieces. Without a doubt, it was the work of the King Garil. It was quite a shocking sight, but to be able to witness it this early was actually a good thing, I think.

Their bodies are stiffening from tension, but at this stage, it's not a problem. Humans are creatures of habit, and if we consider that we've been given time to get used to it, we're lucky.

I understand what you meant when you said 'cruel', Graham! The King Garil is way too dangerous!

Just thinking about how it killed those Wild Boars earlier is terrifying.

There's probably an aspect of it simply enjoying itself, but there's also a high possibility it's doing it to instill fear in other creatures. It's better not to think too deeply about it.

Urging caution to the two whose consciousness had turned outward, we once again advanced toward the dwelling. As we proceeded relying on my memory, the King Garil's dwelling came into view. As usual, the prey the King Garil had hunted down were impaled on the bare trees. This time, not only beasts and monsters, but it seemed to have attacked an adventurer party, as five humans were skewered from bottom to mouth.

This is... even more gruesome than I thought.

If we hadn't received your warning, I might have lost my nerve! This is just too gruesome!

I told you, didn't I? It attacks creatures it deems as food and stocks them up like this.

Losing one's composure at this sight, leading to the birth of new victims... that kind of loop has been created, hasn't it.

Losing your nerve is no good, and losing your cool in anger is no good either. If you can't maintain your composure, you'll become the perfect prey for the King Garil, who tries to push through with sheer power. This time, there was the prior verbal explanation, and then the tragedy of the Wild Boars. By reaching the King Garil's nest in stages, Ginia and Aoi are also able to maintain their composure, but the majority of people would likely lose their cool.

Exactly. The most important thing when fighting the King Garil is acting without being swept away by emotion. The moment I feel you two have lost your cool, I'm jumping in to help.

It's fine! I've run simulations countless times!

Me too. It is a cruel sight, but we will deal with it calmly and—we will definitely take down the King Garil.

Judging from their eyes, they seem to be fine. Having finished my final checks, I stepped further into the King Garil's dwelling. In front of a place resembling a bed piled high with straw, I could see the King Garil I had spotted before playing with something.

It seems it was playing with the weapons the adventurer party had possessed, swinging around a sword that didn't fit its body size like a child. It brings about an indescribable feeling, but the fact that it's playing means it's a chance for a surprise attack. Quietly sending a signal to Ginia and Aoi, I issued the instruction to launch the attack.

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[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Interlude 11


Interlude 11

The One Who Pursues Profit


Translator : PolterGlast


Today, as always, a merchant caravan fully loaded with supplies formed a procession and passed through my territory, Botakley.

This is because the main highway leading from the central part of the Empire to the upstart nation called the Westlights Demon Territory Dukedom passes through my territory. Since the prisoner return signing ceremony, merchant caravans from all over the Empire have been incessantly passing through, fully loaded with supplies.

With this amount of supplies, what on earth is happening in the northern frontier region?

Thinking so, I stood dumbfounded for a while, gazing at the sight. But at that time, I had forgotten something crucial.

Lord Viscount, is it fine to let them pass as they please?

Todentz, what are you saying? It's just Imperial merchants passing through the Empire, we cannot find any fault with them. Although it is exceedingly frustrating...

No, with this many merchant caravans passing through the territory, I don't think we should just sit back and overlook it...

What do you mean?

We were previously made to swallow boiling water by those blasted merchants. Don't you think this is a perfect opportunity to return the favor?

!!!

That's right. He is right. What was I spacing out for? In the past, I enjoyed the favor of His Highness Glorious, and in the invasion operation under the pretext of a military exercise towards the border, I was granted the honor of serving in the army to bear a part of it.

Honestly, at that time, I was ecstatic, dreaming of victory in the upcoming battle and a bright future for myself. And then... that abominable incident occurred.

It was a day when we were only one day away from the former Margrave Goth's territory. When we entered camp that day, the state of the soldiers was somewhat strange.

What is the meaning of this? The soldiers are taking out the food they personally carry, sneaking out under the cover of night, and coming back making a huge racket, aren't they?

Sir, it seems merchants from somewhere are buying food at high prices, and they are selling one after another at double to triple the price. Not wanting to miss out, the soldiers are now all...

What! Triple, you say!

Yes, it seems the neighboring country to the northeast has been struck by a famine due to a large-scale poor harvest, and the merchants are all buying it up. It seems they can sell it for a higher price the sooner they bring it to the neighboring country, so they have advanced all the way here and are buying it up.

I made a prompt decision here.

To be honest, although I belonged to the First Prince's faction, I had never been called upon by His Highness until now. Of course, that is natural. A mere Viscount like me wouldn't possibly be called upon by His Highness in the center.

But this time, I was called upon directly. Overjoyed by that, I had actually overexerted myself considerably to scrape together the soldiers to serve in the army and the supplies on hand I was instructed to bring.

The loss from overexerting myself could also be recouped by selling off the excess food at a high price here. Fortunately, I had succeeded in preparing a massive amount of food at my own expense this time, so I had a considerable surplus.

Alright! Leave two weeks' worth of food, and sell off everything else! Since we are selling in bulk, take advantage of the merchants' weaknesses and do not sell for less than triple. And then return straight to our territory and replenish the sold supplies at the normal price! If we do that, we will get more than enough change back for the expedition expenses this time!

However, I too made a miscalculation. Because the purchase price was so high, my subordinates, blinded by greed, left a few days' worth of food and sold off everything else. Because they too underestimated the situation, thinking they could replenish it immediately within the Empire, and to put the profit from the sale into their own pockets...

The result was clearer than looking at a fire. Not only my army, but the entirety of His Highness Glorious's army fell into a critical food shortage...

The hunger of making one day's worth of food last for three days; if it were only that, it would still be fine. Many, including myself, were reprimanded to our faces by His Highness as disappointments, useless, and incompetents.

Those who cannot procure new food are not permitted to return to camp. Told that at the end, we too ended up wandering the northern Empire in search of food.

However, the roads we had passed through so far had already been cornered by merchants, and we couldn't get our hands on any at all.

We're running a business too, you see. We'll gladly accept if it's buying food, but we cannot sell.

Saying so, the merchants in various places coldly declared, flipping their palms, and our wish to buy back the food we had once sold was not granted.

I'll pay as much money as you want, even a little is fine, so let me buy it back!

That's troubling... we've already sent the food we bought to the neighboring country... but, if it's the newly stocked items, if you could pay more than the purchase price...

I don't care! Since it has come to this, I will spare no expense!

After saying that, I came to regret my own statement. The prices the merchants presented far exceeded my imagination.

Wh-! What did you say? What is this price!

Boss, it's before the harvest right now. It's the time of year when grain is scarcest. Moreover, throughout the entire northern Empire leading from here to the Imperial Capital, merchants are competing to buy food in various places.

But even so, if you procure it from all over the Empire, you'd have the leeway to procure at least some food, wouldn't you.

Yes, if you could give us a leeway of one month, we could prepare it considerably cheaper...

There's no way we can wait that long. Our army is lacking even tomorrow's food. If we had a month, even we could procure it from various places in the Empire.

To take advantage of our weakness...

It has value because it's right now. That's why we are also buying it at a high price. The lowest we can yield is the purchase cost plus the transportation cost up to here, and a cost that allows our business to be viable, otherwise it's quite, quite...

Guh...

At this point, I realized I had been set up by them. But... no matter how many gold coins I have, it won't fill my stomach, and if I went all the way near the Imperial Capital to buy, the army would either collapse from food shortage or fall into banditry.

Moreover, the northern frontier is under the influence of the Third Prince. If we arbitrarily force purchases or requisition, it would become a truly massive problem.

I say this out of concern, but please never force procurement. Viscount Kampfer's forces are patrolling this entire area, and it seems they are cutting down in one stroke those who tarnish the honor of His Highness Glorious or those who scavenge food from civilian houses, treating them as deserters.

...

I had no words left to reply. As a result, we who received the duty of procuring food competed with each other to buy ridiculously expensive food from them. Spending a vast sum of money...

As a result, the profit obtained from selling the food before had long vanished.

Despite making that much effort, I incurred the displeasure of His Highness Glorious, being told my execution of military duties was inadequate, and was removed from the army directly led by His Highness from the next deployment onward. What that meant was that my hope of going to the front lines and achieving military exploits was crushed.

Therefore, even in the next deployment, I merely watched His Highness Glorious's army, which achieved spectacular war results from the first battle and invaded the Demon Territory in high spirits, in vain from the Southern Gate Fortress. Ordered to stand by in the rear, I had no bright future or hope of walking alongside His Highness who would be victorious from here on.

But that brought me unexpected good fortune and misfortune simultaneously.

The good fortune was that we were not accompanying His Highness's army, which suffered a historic massive defeat despite being in a state where victory was promised. Because of that, the army I led and I were able to return to the Empire from the Southern Gate Fortress with our lives intact. Of course, as miserable defeated remnants... though.

The misfortune visited us a while later. One day after the post-war negotiations were held, we received an outrageous notification from the central First Prince's faction. What the person acting as a messenger presented was the apportioned sum for expenses accompanying the return of His Highness Glorious's person.

W-We cannot possibly pay such an amount!

I unintentionally raised my voice at the messenger. But he, unfazed, merely declared coldly.

To save His Highness Glorious, each house is scraping their bodies to scrape together the expenses. Without a single exception. Do you understand the meaning of this? There are even houses that sold family heirlooms or borrowed money from merchants using the harvest of their territory as collateral.

If I refused saying I cannot wave a sleeve I do not have (I cannot pay what I do not have), my house would meet its end as nobles... That's probably what it meant.

I ended up having to procure gold coins even by selling off the wealth of the Viscounty and using the resources within the territory as collateral. And as for myself, as a noble further in decline even within a declining faction, it was thought I would never see the light of day again.

What remained for me was... Only indignation toward the humiliation received from the merchants, hatred toward the neighboring country, debts to the merchants, and hatred toward the Third Prince's sycophant (Sieghart).

But this time's movement; this is precisely the perfect opportunity to return the favor and turn the Viscounty's finances around! Thinking so, I hastily issued a decree within the territory.

My territory has no particularly prominent industries and is a rustic land in the countryside, but there are two things to be proud of.

The first is the vast forest spreading within the territory. In particular, there are many large trees prized as building materials, and in the past, it brought us great fortune as the blessings of the mountains. Yes, in the past...

The second is the main highway traversing the territory. Especially to pass through from the Imperial Capital to the northern frontier, the forest zone within the territory stands in the way as a massive wall.

There, the highway carved out by my ancestors exists, and we have maintained that highway for generations. Naturally, there are towns on the highway serving as resting places and supply bases, and we received benefits from the merchants coming and going on the highway.

From now on, an entry tax to various places within the territory where merchants stop by will be imposed according to the volume of cargo. Regarding timber in particular, a tax will be imposed and collected per single log.

With this, I should be able to recover a little of the lost funds. I decided to impose a strict tax, especially regarding timber.

Originally, by riding the special demand for the founding of the abominable neighboring country and selling off a massive amount of forest resources, I should have been able to obtain enormous wealth.

But... The forest of my territory is no longer mine. Impoverished of funds due to the apportioning of His Highness Glorious's ransom, instead of borrowing from merchants, I had transferred the logging rights of the forest, which could be called a treasure, to them for a limited time until the repayment of the debt was completed.

If only that hadn't happened... I wept in frustration.

But the one who laughs last is me! I thought so, but... A few days later, a movement I had not intended occurred.

The merchants are not stopping by the towns and villages in the territory at all? What on earth does this mean!

Well... apparently the entry taxes for this city and other places in the territory are too high...

They just have to add such a thing to the selling price to the other party, isn't that so! Why don't they do that?

That's right, that should be all it takes. As fellow people of the same Empire, isn't it just a matter of both profiting mutually?

Besides, where are the merchant caravans resting and resupplying during their journey?

About that... within the territory, all merchants are camping out to evade the taxes... Initially it brought in a large income, but it seems they quickly took countermeasures...

Those blasted bastards. They must be desperate to make even a little profit. If so, we too will take new measures! Establish barrier checkpoints at the highway exits within the territory, and impose taxes on trade goods heading to the Dukedom! Tell them passing through is not permitted.

To begin with, if the merchants entering and leaving my territory decrease, it defeats the whole purpose. I would end up strangling my own neck. Therefore, at the barrier checkpoints, I changed it to newly collect taxes specifically targeting trade merchants. Limited to business with that country.

In the first place, didn't that sycophant also say it? The war washing blood with blood against the Kyle Kingdom is a ceasefire for now, but we consider the war of grinding each other down in the place of commerce to begin from here on. From here on, we will continue the fight with the objective of securing victory in the war of economy. So as not to let the Kingdom, giddy with victory, get carried away...

As a just cause, it is somewhat reluctant, but by participating in this economic war, I can just make the merchants cooperate openly.

But that scheme also didn't go well. Even the guys who reluctantly paid the trade tax at first, from a certain day onward, started saying that all cargo was not for trade purposes but domestic demand goods transported to the southern frontier of the Empire.

Saying whatever they please. There hasn't been a single time until now that they frequently passed through my territory on such transactions! I am utterly appalled by their double-dealing!

But they all have established bases in the Count Astray territory, Count Kampfer territory, and Viscount Duroul territory, and are unloading their cargo in the form of selling it there. It seems they are transshipping there, but they have even prepared certificates concluded with the buyers, and we cannot lay a hand on this.

Those blasted bastards. And those three houses are the Third Prince's sycophants and cannot be trusted. They are probably partnering with the merchants and doing something unscrupulous.

Yes, it was at this time I realized. That behind the merchants who lent me funds, their shadows also flickered...

Because the one gathering a massive amount of timber from the logging site was a trading company with a ridiculous name: Kampurna Trading Company.

Now that it's come to this, it can't be helped! Regarding construction materials such as timber and stone, regardless of whether they are domestic demand goods or trade goods, impose heavy taxes according to the volume of the cargo. Todentz, take direct command at the barrier checkpoint. Don't let the foxes within our own ranks outsmart you!

Sir! I shall squeeze them dry without fail.

If you successfully squeeze them, I will give you a portion of the collected amount according to your results. Work hard.

With this, Todentz will also change the color of his eyes and collect from them. Fufufu, they have nowhere to run anymore. This time it's our turn to laugh! Thinking so, I saw him off.

But, however... Once again, the situation proceeded in a direction betraying my expectations.

What is the meaning of this! The report from the surveillance of the logging site and the actually collected taxes are clearly different! Todentz! Don't tell me you...

I was infuriated by the betrayal of my trusted subordinate. Because even at a low estimate, around 70% of the timber taxes remained uncollected.

Ah, no... We strictly interrogate and collect from all cargo passing through the barrier checkpoint. That cannot be possible.

Apparently there was no one to strictly interrogate the whereabouts of the taxes strictly interrogated and collected. Someone! Bind Todentz. Put him in jail, as I will strictly interrogate him later!

Such... what have I done?

Pocketing nearly 70% of the collected taxes, what are you saying now!

At that, Todentz's complexion changed. He hurriedly prostrated himself and began to explain.

Following Your Excellency the Viscount's orders, what I pocketed is only a tiny fraction! Such an outrageous thing as 70% is...

Then are you saying that between the logging site and exiting the territory border, as much as 70% of the timber vanished? Make a more decent excuse!

Taking this opportunity, I decided to change my way of thinking.

Between Todentz this time, and the subordinates I ordered to sell food long ago, those guys were only obsessed with lining their own pockets. They don't understand what a great cause is at all, unlike me.

I will not trust subordinates anymore! I myself will negotiate with the greedy and insolent merchants. So that they are not the only ones profiting.

I swore so in my heart. It's unbearable to have my legs pulled as it has been until now.

Wait... business isn't something only for merchants, is it?

That country is seeking a massive amount of food and supplies. To the extent that greedy guys change the color of their eyes and work hard at business.

If so, we too should disguise ourselves as merchants and return the favor for when we struggled with procurement in the past!

Thinking so, laughter welled up inside me. A business so lucrative that those guys become that desperate is rolling right in front of me.

And this is also an important role that contributes to the Empire.

Having made up my mind, I began buying up large amounts of food and other supplies. Goods were scarce everywhere and the prices were somewhat high, but there would be no problem if I sold them off at double the price.

And the merchant caravan led by me, Viscount Kamin, set off straight for the Westlights Demon Territory Dukedom. With a new purpose and hope in my heart, my heart dancing...

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