Tuesday, June 16, 2026

[WN] Emperor's Seventh Son : 18 - 1 Part 1


18-1 Part 1

On the Sickbed

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Translator : PolterGlast


Recap of the Previous Chapter

Triggered by Sigrun's whim, Shinza and the others decided to head to the Farthest End of the world to obtain the assistance of the wise Horned race. On their way, in a small town they happened to stop by, they met the knight Aureus. He saw through Shinza's true identity as Prince Ashley and said he wanted to make a connection with the secret organization, the Shadows of Bergelmir. Due to his anxiety about the coming era, he had expectations for the existence of the new secret organization. Adding Aureus to the expedition, the party reached the Wasteland of the Farthest End. Advancing through the vast desert spreading beyond it, repelling the attacks of bizarre monsters and weathering a sandstorm, they finally reached the village of the Horned race after much hardship. However, the villagers did not welcome Sigrun. Because she, just like Ashley, was treated as a cursed child. In the year Sigrun was born, all babies except her were stillborn. Contrary to such a cold welcome, the village chief of that land was an old-type gyaru (a dead word). According to that village chief, Plea, they are the guardians of the Ark and cannot get involved in the chaos of the outside world. However, as a result of negotiations involving Zirant, the village chief promised cooperation on the condition that they seal the Great Gate of the Abyss existing at the bottom of the Ark. The Ark they arrived at—the sanctuary of the Horned race—was a pure but empty world without residents. When Shinza and the others descended underground and entered beyond the bulkhead in the depths, there was the Great Gate of the Abyss and a resident of the Abyss who called himself a Guardian. He says: The White Duke invites Prince Ashley to the Abyss. The surroundings opposed it, but Shinza accepted the invitation solely because he wanted to see the world of the Abyss. He descended into the terrifying world of the Abyss together with the Guardian. Eventually arriving at a mysterious world where the twilight never ends, Shinza and a high-ranking existence calling himself the White Duke sat around a tea table in the garden of a mansion in that land. He spoke of the tragedy that once occurred in the heavens. Even though they fell to the Abyss and their very minds turned into monsters, their nobility is the one thing that remains unshaken. At the end of endless months and years, the White Duke admitted that they were existences that deserved to be betrayed, and made a certain request to Shinza. A part of the celestial land had drifted to the Abyss. That land where he once lived was gradually being polluted under the influence of the Abyss. Pierce the source of the impurity. Shinza, while understanding that they were incompatible enemies, accepted that wish and dispelled the vortex of impurity. With this, radiance returned to the small paradise, and a very slight salvation was brought to the hearts of the people of the Abyss. Shinza returned to the surface, and the Guardian closed the Great Gate of the Abyss himself, leaving behind some words. He says: From the very beginning, the Horned race never intended to survive at the cost of destroying the world. Returning to report, Village Chief Plea thanked Shinza. She herself joined the secondment to Erin as one of the technical division. Administrator Puis was bewildered by Plea, who suddenly appeared in Erin. It seems he is quite bad with gyarus. Aesthetics were his preference.

Demise: For Whom the Bell Tolls

18-1 On the Sickbed

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The Emperor

I am a fortunate man. Even facing death, I sometimes reflect on it like this. Given enough time to prepare for my own end, with an old friend constantly by my side, telling me tales of the past.

When we first met, we didn't get along with each other at all. I will say it again, but at the time, I could not understand or accept why I was assigned as your page.

Compared to my older brothers who were defeated in political strife and committed suicide, the people who suffer the blades of night bandits in the frontier, and the old people abandoned in the fields by their children, what a comfortable and leisurely death I am allowed now.

You were the same. When you learned that half of my blood was of commoners, your attitude towards me became even colder. Thinking about it now, the worlds we lived in must have been completely different.

Gideon does not shed tears for me. He knows well that if one laments and grieves, the sick person will suffer instead. Even now, I was being watched over peacefully, while being missed.

I thought this duty would not last long at the time, but for some reason, you did not dismiss me. Because you had very high pride and were stubborn back then, I wonder if you thought of making me submit, fufufu...

While dozing off, I listened to Gideon's old tales intermittently. It allowed me to dream.

Playing dice, hitting on princesses, vulgar popular literature. Because I taught you nothing but strange games, I was glared at by the head page...

The illusion of my body moving freely, and the young me from back then, before my spirit had worn down, returned. That's right. I was not a praiseworthy human being back then.

Looking back at us back then, we cannot laugh at Ashley-sama. We were immature because of our youth, sometimes arrogant, careless—yes, surely because we both had strong egos, our personalities did not match.

But I learned something important from this Gideon. That commoners also have human hearts, are so free that I endlessly envied them, and are living the present to their absolute fullest.

Asked by Gideon if I had grown tired of his stories, I answered as a denial without squeezing his hand back.

Is that so, that is good. The turning point was, as expected, your father's passing. With that as an opportunity, conspiracies swirled all over this court, and you took refuge at my parents' home to hide. It is inappropriate, but those days must have been our golden age.

That is right. I think so too. In that land, we made many friends. Until the day my older brothers mutually fell and I was chosen as the new banner, I learned the taste of freedom as a guest of a country lord in the frontier. No, it would be more correct to say I ended up knowing it...

You decided to put an end to the power struggle in the court. It was also around that time that you married the current Empress-sama. Eventually, you won the political strife, took the daughters of influential lords, including those of the defeated faction, as wives, and reunited this country.

But the price for that weighed heavily on me personally. Loveless marriages in form only. Even though it was necessary, none of the wives held favorable feelings for a husband who took multiple wives one after another. To prevent civil war, I sacrificed many women. No, their children too. That created the current distorted Emperor's family...

To protect order, I continued living in this Red Dragon Palace. To protect myself from those who would assassinate me and snatch the Emperor's seat. It was a life like a cogwheel. As a responsible Emperor, to thoroughly do what I must do, I chose a life surrounded by solitude and work.

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[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 371


Chapter 371

(Kyle Calendar Year 515: Age 22)

Southern Front Approaching Proximity


Translator : PolterGlast


The formidable force of 10,000 cavalry, which had been frantically racing southward across the expansive western reaches of the Gryphonia Empire, had finally successfully crossed into the southwestern battlefield—the direct sphere of influence belonging to the Third Prince. They were currently driving their spurs into their mounts, dashing through a stark, desolate terrain dominated entirely by continuous barren, uncultivable wastelands.

Everyone, from this place forward, we have officially entered Grat-sama's sphere of influence. But conversely, this means our absolute vigilance must surge to even stricter heights from here on, and we shall no longer be permitted to receive any further replenishment of provisions or materials.

Wait…… despite entering the territory of our own allies, our vigilance must surge conversely, and we can't receive supplies? Driven by that immediate reaction, a wave of confusion likely flickered across my features for a brief second.

Because we are operating within his sphere of influence, it mathematically implies that we have successfully locked onto the immediate coordinates of the active warzone, does it not? And furthermore, this ground…… is already running dangerously close to the national border bordering the Eral Knight Kingdom?

At the Commander's words, I once again visualized the military charts Sieghart had personally provided me, meticulously mapping them across my mind. If we aligned our calculations with the directives of Accelerata, it was highly plausible that the enemy forces who had pushed deep into the Ende sector had already established a rigorous patrol network to seamlessly link their frontline advance back to their sovereign homeland.

Under normal, logical conditions, the high command would establish a buffer state or appoint a Frontier Count across these borderlands to maintain ironclad defensive readiness against foreign nations, but……

Saying this, Accelerata swept his gaze across the sprawling, lifeless plains stretching before our eyes. Following his line of sight, the rest of us stared down anew at the jagged landscape where massive tumbling boulders broke through the dirt, punctuated only by a scattering of sparse, low-lying shrubs here and there.

This specific land is catastrophically unsuited for agricultural tilling; furthermore, there is a total absence of river networks, and driving water shafts through the rock to establish functional wells is a monumental hardship……

I see…… Water is the absolute, non-negotiable lifeline required for human survival; without a functional conduit to secure it, establishing a sustainable lifestyle is an impossibility. Even if hypothetically there was an underground water vein, in this rocky land, it would probably be considerably difficult without the architectural assistance of a master Earth Mage.

Consequently, it remains impossible to entrust this land to the stewardship of any noble house…… For the time being, it has hurriedly been placed under the direct sovereign administration of His Imperial Majesty, acting strictly as a buffer zone separating us from our neighbor.

I see. Trying to maintain a garrison to defend an empty husk like this is a complete waste of resources. Meaning absolutely no one covets this ground.

Exactly as Takuhir-sama says. I have received confirmed updates indicating that the Eral Knight Kingdom finds itself trapped in a remarkably identical geographical crisis. Though, I am told their situation is slightly superior to our own, as they are continuously blessed by the natural bounty of flowing water trickling down from the massive mountain ranges encompassing their borders……

The Viscount appears remarkably well-informed. Your calculations are exactly correct. It is precisely because of those harsh realities that the primary commercial industry of the Knightly Kingdom is its own populace—they sustain their entire national infrastructure by contract-dispensing their elite mercenaries to foreign countries as a lifework.

Then how on earth do they manage their border defenses?

Commander, is it perhaps that thing over there?

I extended my arm, pointing directly toward a faint structural silhouette silhouetted against the absolute horizon, resembling a stone beacon tower. I wondered if our marching unit was slated to temporarily stop at that coordinate next?

Your Highness has deduced it flawlessly. That is indeed a beacon array. We shall execute a wide bypass to navigate around it as we continue our southward advance.

Wait, what? We aren't going to stop there? The thought immediately rippled through my mind, but it appeared a highly distinct piece of strategic logic was dictating the choice.

While that structure has been configured to systematically monitor the surrounding terrain, it simultaneously implies a massive risk that the tower itself is currently being observed from an entirely separate, hidden coordinate. When the military unit of the Eral Knight Kingdom launched their frontal breach, they boldly chose to forgo capturing the beacon towers along their path of advance. Yet, we possess absolutely zero guarantee that our own allies are currently garrisoned inside those walls now, so I have already dispatched fast-riding heralds ahead of our main unit to verify the ground, executing our approach with absolute care to ensure we avoid triggering any hazardous, unnecessary misunderstandings.

Right…… Even in the event that friendly forces remained inside the tower, if their lookouts accidentally misidentified our massive approaching cloud of riders as a brand-new invading enemy unit, they would instantly ignite the signal fires, spreading chaotic panic and unnecessary doubt across the wider battlefield. Worse, even if they realized we were allies, any uncoordinated, sudden reaction on their end would disrupt our secrecy. Because a warning fire unleashed to alert an ally simultaneously acts as an absolute beacon flare alerting the enemy.

As we continued our march while hammering out these tactical calculations, it seemed the fast-riding heralds Accelerata had unleashed toward the bypassed fortress materialized along the horizon, rapidly galloping back toward our central unit.

Around this exact same time, Sieghart remained firmly entrenched inside the fortifications of Long Bridge Fort, continuously leading his men in a grueling, defensive containment resisting the offensive momentum of the two-nation coalition. Though, looking at the current disposition of the field, it appeared the forces of the Principality of Sura had entirely transitioned their strategy into a strict war of attrition; they were maintaining their heavy encirclement while unleashing nothing more than sporadic, scattered skirmishes. Instead, the faction throwing themselves into a frantic, non-stop frenzy to actively breach the walls was the Turncoat Kingdom army, boasting a formidable military force of 30,000 men.

Good grief. Those wretches truly never learn, do they? Tell me, how many times have we successfully repelled their charges today alone?

Saying this aloud, Sieghart intentionally let a relaxed, confident smirk wash over his features right in front of his soldiers. While the overall morale of the defending garrison remained exceptionally high, the raw reality of the siege remained profoundly precarious, granting zero luxury for optimistic assumptions or dropping their guard:

  • The Supreme Commander, the Third Prince himself, remained entirely missing-in-action, rendering any attempts to establish direct communication an absolute impossibility.
  • The fort was continuously choked within a suffocating, dense heavy encirclement; while swift individual scouts could occasionally slip past the cracks, mobilizing their military strength as a unified vanguard was completely locked down.
  • While their granaries still possessed an exceptionally deep reserve of raw food supplies, their consumables—specifically their heavy arrows and catapult stone ammunition—were aggressively deteriorating with every single wave.
  • And delivering the ultimate, bone-crushing climax to their crisis: the strategic fortress city of Ende had been thoroughly captured by the First Prince, effectively hammering an immovable block straight into their absolute path of retreat.

Regarding that catastrophic news received secretly, Sieghart had instantly executed a total information blackout, locking the data behind an iron curtain of absolute secrecy to protect his men.

Following the initial wave of fabricated lies about His Highness Grat, the enemy high command will inevitably attempt to unleash a secondary wave of psychological warfare, spreading deceptive rumors claiming the fall of Ende to shatter our lines.

If anything, he had boldly taken the initiative to actively seed that exact rumor across his own barracks ahead of time, intentionally framing it as an obvious, laughable piece of enemy deception. He understood with absolute clarity that across a prolonged siege, the raw psychological morale of the soldiers is the single most vital resource upon the chess board, and he dedicated his entire focus to safeguarding that asset.

And furthermore, he held an entirely separate, classified piece of intelligence that belonged exclusively to his own ears—a top-secret dispatch that had been covertly transmitted back to his desk by Accelerata, whom he had previously unleashed as his special liaison.

Even though my heart harbored barely a fraction of a hope when I sent the request, I swear to God I am entirely unworthy to sleep with my feet pointing towards Lord Takuhir. To think that while his own country is caught in the throes of a monumental crisis, he would still choose to deploy his strength for our sakes……

As the profound realizations walloped his heart, he instinctively faced the absolute northwest, naturally bowing his head in deep, reverent gratitude toward the horizon.

The sprawling network of beacon towers that once stretched across the south, west, and east had already been violently severed by the invading enemy forces, rendered entirely non-functional. Yet, the singular line of towers stretching across the absolute northwest remained completely pristine and operational, regularly releasing their scheduled signal fires for regular reports into the sky with clockwork precision every day. And on this monumental day, that northwest line had just unleashed a scheduled report that was completely 'unscheduled'. The signaling fire had risen nearly two full hours ahead of its designated 'regular time'—a brilliant, double-layered protocol configured specifically to broadcast a herald notifying of good news.

Heh. Even so, trust Lord Takuhir to conceptualize such a thoroughly fascinating, brilliant system……

Years prior, when he had accompanied the Third Prince to Kusanagi and they blossomed in an intense, late-night military discussions alongside the King of Fearalt, Lady Clarice, and the others, he had heard another fascinating tactical story from Takuhir besides the 'Sutegamari' (Leave and Delay tactic). The discussion had specifically focused on the massive network of beacon towers currently being constructed across the newly acquired territories of the Empire.

As a primitive early-warning systems, a beacon tower possesses a raw speed of transmission that is virtually peerless across this era. But if it were me steering the board, I would actively invert that exact property, utilizing the enemy's own complacency to strike a devastating psychological blow against their hubris. Consequently, while the system is excellent, I think it is necessary to implement some minor hidden counter-measures……

He still clearly remembered those exact words Takuhir had delivered that night, vividly engraved inside his mind. What if that beacon tower itself was captured by enemies who secretly infiltrated? What if there were traitors or spies among the personnel stationed there?

In truth, the tactical doctrine Takuhir had casually detailed that night was merely a modernized recycling of secondhand knowledge Nishida had passionately read about inside the Romance of the Three Kingdoms—specifically, the legendary ruse the Kingdom of Wu implemented to completely dismantle and neutralize the beacon networks maintained by the formidable Guan Yu during their campaign to conquer Jing Province; it was merely a brilliant countermeasure against that exact vulnerability.

Every single beacon tower operates under an ironclad protocol: they raise the designated beacon for the regular confirmation report strictly at an automated sequence of random hours determined in advance. The exact timeline of this randomized matrix is a piece of classified data known exclusively by the direct divisional commander steering that specific tower; the invading enemy forces possessed absolutely zero human means of calculating the pattern. And furthermore, only when there is a special critical communication, the regular confirmation fires are permitted to be raised at a time completely deviating from their 'regular time'.

I must extend my deepest gratitude to Accelerata when this is over…… but more importantly, seeing the password actually function, it forces me to realize once again just how terrifyingly brilliant that man truly is. If he were still positioned against us on the enemy's side of the board even now, our lines would have been thoroughly dismantled long ago……

Shuddering at the mere thought, Sieghart thanked him anew while feeling a wave of profound gratitude wash over his soul for the sovereign who continuously walks a full step ahead of the era, routinely shattering absolute crises through sheer, unpredictable tactical genius and eccentric schemes. This time…… with what manner of miraculous, reality-bending strategy would his ultimate ally deploy to violently smash this overwhelming crisis? Setting his own dire circumstances aside for a single second, his mind burned with an extraordinary, intense fascination regarding the unpredictable counters his brother-in-arms was about to unleash upon the field.

Excuse me! A sudden movement has been confirmed across the enemy forces deploying to our east and north! It seems they are actively re-aligning their formations to launch a full-scale offensive again!

The sharp report instantly jarred him out of his tactical calculations, forcefully dragging his focus back to the brutal reality of his world.

So those bastards are prepared to fruitlessly squander their manpower and use useless effort yet again, eh? Well…… for the sake of appearances to the Principality of Sura, the Turncoat commanders must be entirely desperate to showcase their worth too…… but this continuous, non-stop overtime work is getting ridiculous. Seriously, my afternoon nap time…… I wonder when on earth I am going to be permitted to reclaim it?

While muttering the quiet, lazy grievance beneath his breath, Sieghart instantly straightened his posture, resolutely straightening his bearing. Shedding every trace of fatigue, his entire aura transformed, changing his expression. There stood the crisp, ironclad figure of an undefeated, unyielding general who possessed the absolute, fanatical devotion and deep trust of his troops as a commander.

Immediately load the catapult batteries and prime the ballistas! Calibrate and adjust your aims! Broadcast my directives across all lines: leave our minimal operational reserves inside the barracks, and deploy every single active soldier straight up to the city walls! Maintain absolute vigilance against any sudden, overt movements! Listen to me, men—keep your arrow fire and stone barrages precise and maximally efficient!

Conveying his sharp orders, to personally take command at the absolute forefront, the General moved along the city walls and headed toward the massive watchtower anchoring the eastern side. The stronghold of Long Bridge Fort, which he used as a base, was once again violently swept straight into the absolute vortex of total, cataclysmic warfare.

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Monday, June 15, 2026

[WN] Emperor's Seventh Son : 17 - 8


17-8

Triumphant Return from the Farthest End


Translator : PolterGlast


We reported to Village Chief Plea that we had closed the gate, and the confirmation work was finished. For the people of the Ark, their longstanding concern had vanished. Thus, as compensation, it was decided that we would first bring back a technical division of 13 people to Erin. The elites of the Horned race were scheduled to depart later after sorting out their formation.

Since it was decided we were returning, we went a step ahead and rented one large covered carriage. We were told by the merchant that instead of renting such an expensive carriage, why not take two carriages, but we pushed through saying one was better. Loading the technical division and the old man Aureus onto the carriage, we pressed on towards Erin. A super express at double the speed.

The engineers of the Horned race were surprised by the unidentified phenomenon and were bewildered, saying it didn't make logical sense. Sorry, this isn't technology. It's a miracle of a god by Zirant.

Thus, the journey ended in the blink of an eye, and we achieved our triumphant return to Erin. It was the 19th day since we departed from the Imperial Capital that day. Arriving at the Lord's mansion and bringing along the technical division, we were welcomed by Puis and the others. Puis seemed exasperated.

Why can't you just return normally...

I brought back engineers of the Horned race, isn't that way of speaking a bit much?

Yes, that is so, but being with you, I am troubled by nothing but bizarre and unpredictable things. Welcome, great Horned race-samas. Erin welcomes everyone.

Feigning politeness while being disrespectful to his master, and paying respect to the guests, Puis accepted the engineers.

No waay~♪ This snobby guy-kun is Ashley-kun's retainer~? Pfft, that's hilarious~♪

Oh my, what is this prostitute?

Meaan~, even though Plea-chan came to help out~, calling me a prostitute is so meaaan~? Ah, does that mean you're looking at me with those kinds of perverted eyes~? Kyaa, I'm happy~♪

I was able to see the rare sight of that cynical Puis freezing up completely at a loss. Plea is apparently an engineer too. Well, she is also one of the few personnel capable of controlling Sigrun.

So, when is Prince Georg coming?

He is scheduled to come here for military training tomorrow, but who are you?

I'm the knight Aureus. Separate from Prince Yord, I wanted to take out an insurance policy called Prince Ashley, so I guess you could say I hastened here.

A knight, is it. You do not look like one...

Hahaha, even if you call us knights, we're country bumpkins in the end. Looking forward to working with you from now on, Puis!

Plea-chan wants to get along with Puis-kun tooo~♪

............

Puis froze up with a pale face again. I knew it. It seems Plea does not fit Puis's aesthetic sense. Thus, from this day forward, the engineers of the Horned race began to pour truly unrestrained technological provisions into Erin.

Ah, Ashley-kun! Hey hey, should we make these stairs, like, move automatically~?

An escalator, huh. No, I can see my old man (Gideon) tripping and falling, so let's not. Just because it's convenient doesn't mean it's good.

You have an old man~♪? Then, how about making something like a massage machine?

Yeah, I don't really get it, but I'll ask for that.

The Horned race is terrifying. By the way, it goes without saying that when the chair-shaped machine called a massage machine was completed, the elderly folk came to the mansion in Erin in droves.

Book of the Evil Dragon

- Adventure - Clear the Adventurer's Guild promotion exam

·         Reward: EXP 150

- Exploration - Walk 2,500 km around the Empire 947 / 2500 km Completed

·         Reward: Movement Speed LV 3 (All movement speeds +50%)

·         1,553 km remaining, huh. At first I thought it was reckless, but it seems it's not impossible for you... Above all, it was comical how everyone misunderstood the carriage's acceleration as Wagahai's power.

I had never even been conscious of the source of the power. There is a convenient power so I use it. Isn't it just that? I should just leave the detailed logic to the engineers.

- Exploration - Reach the gateway to the Coastal Provinces, Salzland

·         Reward: EXP 10

- Exploration - Reach the farthest end of the Coastal Provinces, Port Ake

·         Reward: None

- Pioneer - Freely Develop Erin

·         Development Points: 12950 → 23770 / 50000

·         Reward: EXP 1000 / Strongest Artificial Weapon

·         A new town has been born around Erin Port. Sharp-eyed trade merchants are directing their attention to this port, which is closer to the Imperial Capital. It seems impoverished immigrants are also gathering in the pioneer land you opened up. And the crowning glory is the technical division of the Horned race. Well done, from now on this land will grow by leaps and bounds.

- Business - Turn the Hez Company into a grand merchant fleet possessing 10 large ships 6 → 7 / 10 Ships Completed

·         Reward: Fleet's sailing speed +50%

·         It seems they bought one more ship. It's about time they returned; you must want to see Carral, don't you?

- Purge - Bury 7 Villains 3 Remaining

·         Reward: EXP 1100 / Shovel LV +1

- Purge - Steal 1,000,000 Crowns of Dirty Money 986,000 / 1,000,000

·         Reward: Spatial Detection LV +1

- Investment - Spend a total of 10,000 Crowns 8550 → 8895 / 10000

·         Reward: EXP 1000 / Premonition of an Encounter

·         There is a good vase worth about 1,105 Crowns. I cannot wait any longer, buy it from Wagahai.

- Table of Contents -

Name Ashley

Lv 45 → 46

Exp 9220 → 9685

STR 113 → 114

VIT 292 → 295

DEX 265 → 268

AGI 249 → 253

Skill Shovel LV 5 Scoop LV 1 Imperial Bond LV 2 Direction Sense LV 1 Movement Speed LV 2 Digging 30x (Active)

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