Thursday, May 14, 2026

[WN] Emperor's Seventh Son : 15 - 1 Part 3


15-1 Part 3

A Certain Man's Madness / Midnight in Erin

- On Behalf of Heaven -


Translator : PolterGlast


When I went straight to Puis's study, there was Puis, unusually wearing glasses. He seemed to push up the nose pads as if to confirm it was me.

You wear glasses too, huh. They suit you strangely well.

That is wonderful to hear. Actually, Georg-sama gave these to me. While it is a bit too strong for daily use, it works quite well for paperwork.

Stacks of documents are piled up on the work desk. It was an amount that truly made me grateful for Puis's presence.

I can't thank you enough, Puis.

Fufu... Please offer the same words to Atomina-sama. ...By the way, why are you in formal dress?

Ah, I came back in damp clothes, and Aneue took them away saying they smelled.

Fufufufufu... That's amusing again, hahahaha...!

You don't have to laugh that much...

Women have a more sensitive sense of smell than men, after all. From Atomina-sama's perspective, having lived in a palace, it's probably inevitable.

I wonder if I should buy perfume or something. But then again, it would leave a distinctive scent, which isn't suited for hiding.

So that's how it is after all. The young lady Yumil didn't say anything, though...

Yumil... Who might that be?

The daughter of the Fimbul Duke House. I don't really know, but she said she wanted to meet the Emperor, so I brought her.

Fumu... That's intriguing. Let's ask Georg-sama about it later.

Do as you please. I'm not interested.

There might be some plan involving the Emperor. But it's pointless to guess. If there's a need to tell me, they will make contact from their side.

However... to disappear again so soon after the Shadows of Bergelmir started operating, you truly are a troublesome individual...

I'm an ornament. It's the same whether I'm here or not.

That is true. Though there are many situations where that won't suffice.

I am the shadow of Aniue and Aneue. I'm not the kind of human resource to stand in the spotlight and shine.

That is... well, you're right. Those two bear a strong resemblance to His Majesty, and besides, they are very beautiful. They are truly the treasures of the Empire.

I agree. I directed a smile of agreement at Puis. Aniue and Aneue are the treasures of the Empire. If I try harder, I might be able to protect those two.

More importantly, I'll give my report for the past few days. Tell Aniue too.

Yes, that goes without saying. I make it a point to share all information with Georg-sama as much as possible.

That helps. Then listen, having left the Imperial Capital, I—

It's strange to evaluate my own experiences like this, but it was also quite an amusing and funny story. So I carefully recounted the whole story of this time to Puis.

The first Emperor's Shovel and his personal legacy, the legendary underground tunnel that Zirant-sama spoke of... It's all too grandiose, my head can't process it as I'd like...

If you say things like that, that intrusive one will show her face again, so please pretend you understand that part.

I've gotten used to being watched, but when she suddenly appears and acts contrary to my intentions, even I get bewildered. It throws me off my rhythm and doesn't feel very good.

Since you say that, I didn't intend to, but I might as well interject.

Stop it, I want to go back to my room and sleep already.

Umu, I agree on that point. I'm tired today, so I'll pass.

It doesn't look like you did anything tiring, though. I intended to be sarcastic, but Zirant seemingly withdrew without retorting.

Well, let us rejoice that the prerequisites for the plan utilizing your abilities, Ashley-sama, have been met.

Right. Now we can finally move.

Regarding the ancient underground tunnels and the treasure transport convoy, shall we make Yashu-san the leader and rely on the night-vision capable beastmen?

You're going to use Yashu? Yashu is an Ambassador's assistant, isn't she?

The Fimbul Duke House, despite being in the Empire, possesses an independent authority since ancient times. Let's leave this to the rookie diplomat.

The King of the beastman country Kaha says he's betting on us. According to Sigrun, Lion-mane, also known as Ambassador Vegal, likely won't complain about the casting of these roles either.

Now then, it's my turn to report to you. Well, even if I call it a report, what can be done in a mere five days is limited. To make the organization function as an organization, it still requires a lot of groundwork. I've been quietly proceeding with that.

Puis ended up taking off his glasses. They suit him, but the prescription must be too strong after all. I was curious, so I borrowed them and tried them on, but they're strong. It seems I won't need them for the time being.

They suit you strangely well...

You think so?

Yes, it fuels my delusions... No, continuing the story. While quietly proceeding, I prepared something like this.

This is... And when did you make this...

It was several sheets of paper. The heading was written in beautiful handwriting: [List of Unforgivable Villains to be Shown Hell on Behalf of Heaven]

Names of people and their crimes were enumerated there. It seems those with more marks are worse villains.

Currently, Erin is actually experiencing financial difficulties. Even if we try to proceed with development and projects, we lack the funds for it.

So you're saying go steal money from villains?

Emperor Ausar's legacy can't be converted into cash immediately either. Just grasping its existence took 7 or 8 days round trip, and if you include everything from dealing with the Fimbul Duke House to actual transportation, it will still take a long time.

Yes, that plan of Sigrun-sama and Carral-sama is not bad at all. It should be given top priority.

It's a tough world...

Everyone's livelihood for tomorrow depends on it, after all.

I suppose so, securing financial resources first, huh... But the problem is who to target.

I moved next to Puis and dropped my eyes to the list together with him. It was truly a document that made you feel sicker the more you read it...

My recommendation is this man. Knight Lord Codwall. He is the treasurer for Yord, who commands the Knight Order.

Yord's comrade...

That guy wants to cut down Georg-aniue. Leaving the future of the Empire aside, in the simplest sense, Yord was our enemy. There's no loss in weakening his faction.

He calls himself a Knight, but Codwall is merely a merchant who bought his knighthood with money—the problem is that the wives he marries die of illness every 1 or 2 years. Rumor has it he's a sicko who kills the old one every time he finds a new one.

A disturbing story. Yord who makes such a sicko one of his confidants is also terrible.

If it's true, he's a piece of trash deserving of a curse. But why isn't that punished...?

You should know. It's because he is Yord's cash cow. This man also relies on Yord's power; it's what you call a symbiotic relationship.

If true, he can't be left at large. To obtain such information in 5 days, Puis's ability is quite something too.

In other words, the typical privileged class that can't be judged by the law.

Yes. However, what protects this man is money and connections. If you just steal his money, he will self-destruct. And you possess more than enough power to ruin him.

Puis seems to have a side closer to me, unlike the noble Georg-aniue. To deliver divine punishment to evil even if it means using dirty methods. Sympathizing with that ideology, he smiled maliciously.

A plan that sounds like it would make Georg-aniue furious if he heard it.

Yes, let's keep this a secret between us. Will you do it?

...Alright, I'll investigate Codwall from my side too. Once I gain conviction, let's execute it.

Oh my, are you dissatisfied with my investigation...

Even though he went through the trouble of investigating, Puis looked visibly dissatisfied. He probably tried to save me the trouble.

That's not the issue. If I'm going to get my hands dirty, I want conviction.

No, there is no gray area on this list. This is 99% black.

He's suggesting we lynch him. Without this level of arrogance, one cannot handle this kind of dirty work. Inwardly, I also want to immediately strip this villain of everything from the root.

If you say so, maybe it is. Also, how to transport the stolen goods is a problem. Even if we try to load them onto the Hez Company's ship, going through Naglfar increases the risk of leaving unnecessary traces.

That is—that's true too... I was careless.

Puis is a humble man. Then what should we do, he thought on my behalf. A man who is smarter than me and has studied properly. That's why he's reliable. But I also think it's questionable to just be spoon-fed by this man. I should think for myself too.

Then how about proceeding with that plan first. Scraping the cliffs and rocky reefs of Erin to create a place where ships can approach; it's a hard-to-believe plan regarding whether it can truly be realized—but considering the risks the Hez Company bears, there's no loss in trying to execute it. Oh, what's wrong?

Don't say what I was thinking of doing before me. It saps my motivation.

However, our ideas overlapped. Or rather, maybe there was no other option.

Fufufu... Since I am a fan of yours, I am honored that we could share the same thoughts.

...Is that so.

I won't say it's unpleasant, but fans have deep karma... But it's not bad. With this, we can take the stolen treasure out without passing through Naglfar Port. I'd feel bad if Carral and the others were treated as thieves. I should do at least this much.

Well, fine. By the way, Puis, want to go for a walk? It's already late at night, don't overwork yourself.

No, that's incorrect. I am staying up all night like this in your stead, you see.

Puis's cynical nature is the same as always. That's true. If I acted a little more like a Lord, you would have had an easier time. But I refuse. I'm not suited for it. That's why I chose you.

Then shall I drop the walk?

No, let's go. Right, please tell me stories about the kind Georg-sama from around the time you left the tower. With just that, I can work energetically for a week.

Well, I don't really mind, but...

Rather, I'm the one who wants to talk about the Aniue of that time. He was a wonderful, ideal Prince. To the pitiful Ashley, Aniue and Aneue extended their hands without discrimination. They treated me as a younger brother. How much Jii and I were saved by that...

Really?! It's always worth asking!

Yeah, the Aniue of the past was kinder than you imagine. A Prince among Princes who could pay delicate attention to others... In contrast to the active Atomina-aneue, he was good at supporting people from the shadows, or rather modest, the type who mediates between people.

After that, reluctant to return to the mansion, I chatted with Puis in the garden for about an hour. The topics of conversation were, of course, Georg-aniue and Atomina-aneue. And potatoes.

Ashley-sama, that's enough about potatoes.

No, I haven't talked enough. Do you know of a variety called taro? I haven't eaten it yet, but this is—

Taro... I wonder if it's buried somewhere. Taro is my aspiration...

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[WN] A Hero From a Remote Village : Chapter 253


Chapter 253

Putting on Senior Airs


Translator : PolterGlast


Bringing Lucas along, I returned to the Adventurer's Guild once again. He mentioned he had already visited the Adventurer's Guild itself several times, so he shouldn't need a detailed explanation.

Have you finished your adventurer registration?

Yes. Rather than adventurer registration, I've completed the transfer procedures. I believe I can work as an adventurer in Biodasdal without any problems.

As expected. In that case, all that's truly left is to find party members, huh.

At the appearance of the unfamiliar term "transfer procedures," I almost froze for a moment, but I somehow endured so it wouldn't show on my face. Coming here acting like a senior and not knowing something so basic would truly be far too embarrassing. While feeling sweat slowly seeping into my back, I entered the Adventurer's Guild.

By the way, there are two methods when deciding on a party. One is to post on the bulletin board and recruit members yourself. The other is to have the receptionist introduce them to you. Since I have the track record of having the receptionist introduce Ginia to me, I think it's best to ask the receptionist first.

And so, we lined up at the usual receptionist's counter and decided to introduce Lucas.

Ah, Graham-san! It's been a while!

It's surprisingly been a while, hasn't it. Have you been doing well?

Of course! Being energetic is my only redeeming feature, after all!

The receptionist showed a bright smile and flexed her biceps with both hands. I think to myself that I'm terrible at conversation, but I can only manage this level of harmless small talk.

Ah, speaking of which... I was given a promotion! What I'm doing hasn't changed much, but my salary increased!

Is that so? Well, you've been doing your job properly, so it's no surprise.

Fufufu, you put in a good word for me, didn't you, Graham-san? The Guild Master didn't tell me the reason for the promotion, but the timing was clearly strange! Thank you very much!

No, no, I don't know anything about that.

I tried to play dumb for the time being, but she had an expression that said it was completely obvious. In reality, I did meddle and it is the truth, but it's not something that should be widely publicized.

Understood! I will keep my gratitude tucked away in my heart! So... what business brings you here today?

It looks like we can finally get to the main topic. It was embarrassing to have Lucas see me falter, but without showing it, I decided to introduce Lucas to the receptionist.

We came to look for party members today. Not for me, but for this adventurer named Lucas... could we get your help with that?

Of course! Lucas-san, nice to meet you!

N-Nice to meet you. My name is Lucas!

Fufu, I just heard it from Graham-san! So, have you completed your adventurer registration, Lucas-san?

Y-Yes! I was acting as an adventurer in the Dungeon City, and I completed the transfer procedures the other day.

In that case, there is no problem! I will look into it for a bit, so please wait!

Saying so, the receptionist began investigating using something like a crystal. Having seemingly finished checking in about ten seconds, Lucas's information popped up.

Umm, Adventurer Rank E. Registered three years ago, and you currently do not have anyone you are partnered with, is that correct?

Yes. That's correct.

Hearing his registration date, Lucas's expression clouded over for a moment, perhaps remembering things from three years ago. He must have remembered his painful past... no, the fun memories with the companions he lost.

You've already broken out of being a rookie, so I think you'll find party members right away! As for your preference, Lucas-san, would you like to join an already-formed party, or would you like to build a party from scratch?

I'm fine with either――

If possible, I'd like him to build it from scratch. Is that possible?

Of course! In that case, I will look for people who, just like Lucas-san, are not in a party and are searching for one!

Saying so, the receptionist began investigating using the crystal once again. Then, it seemed she had listed up a few people, and she told us the rough information of the candidate members.

――And that is all! They are all highly motivated individuals, so I'm sure you will be able to form a party!

There certainly were many appealing individuals. It makes you hesitate...

The adventurers the receptionist listed up were all serious and highly motivated people. Of course, if one were to form a party normally, she had selected perfect adventurers, but...

I'm sorry, but are there any adventurers with slightly problematic behavior?

Eh? Adventurers with problematic behavior? Please wait a moment...

As expected, it seemed like a strange request, and she showed a surprised expression for a moment, but she immediately began searching.

Ah! There is an adventurer searching for party members right now whose behavior is slightly bad! They are a high-ranking adventurer at C-Rank, but the days they can be active are few, and they are recruiting someone who is okay with them taking sudden days off—it says here!

Not bad. What do you think, Lucas?

I thought it wasn't really good, but do you think this person is better, Graham-san?

Yeah. Well, ultimately the one forming the party is you, Lucas, so I think you should decide.

...Understood. I'd like to meet that person this time.

Understood! I will try contacting them on my end, so I will let you know immediately if there are any developments!

Thank you for absolutely everything. It truly helped.

Receptionist-san, thank you very much!

After properly conveying our thanks, we left the Adventurer's Guild. Considering Lucas's current situation, an irregular schedule might actually be appreciated, and because there is a rank difference it depends on the other party, but it would be good if they could form a party.

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[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 339


Chapter 339

(Kyle Calendar Year 515: Age 22)

The Old Raccoon's Melancholy


Translator : PolterGlast


The beginning of the new year in Griffin, the Imperial Capital of the Griffonia Empire, was a somewhat lonely affair compared to usual. Normally, key nobles from all over would assemble to engage in fierce debates, but now that the Third Prince's succession to the throne had been finalized, such discussions were no longer necessary.

One of the primary parties involved was sweating away at the southern front, preparing for a potential invasion from enemy nations. Meanwhile, the other party had been confined to a detached palace a short distance from the Imperial Capital since last year, simply waiting for the time to come.

Harry, just how much longer must I wait? How long must I remain an ascetic, locked away in this detached palace!

Do not be so impatient. Soon, very soon, the preparations for our maneuver will be in place. This is all part of the steps for Your Highness to ascend the throne. You need only remain composed as you proceed.

But... I can understand nothing while staying here! What are that fellow's movements? What of our allied generals? What of the movements of the Sura Principality, the Turncoat Kingdom, and the Istoria Imperial Kingdom? Without seeing anything, I cannot move!

Glorious, though granted a modicum of freedom of movement, was in a situation close to house arrest and was growing increasingly irritated. And Harry, for his part, intentionally withheld incomplete information, keeping Glorious in a state where he 'could not move'. If he were to move on his own, everything would be in vain.

Your Highness, please wait a little longer until the time is ripe. If Your Highness moves, it will draw public attention, and there is a possibility they will catch wind of it. Right now, waiting is paramount. By autumn of this year... you will be so busy you will lack even the time to sleep.

It is taking too long... can it not be done at least before the arrival of summer? To spend time idly doing nothing is unbearable agony!

Your Highness, there are things even the current you can do. For now, please devote your heart to those who support you.

Harry, even you... enough, begone.

Your Highness...

Harry swallowed the words he was about to say, bowed silently, and took his leave. He realized that in their current state, further words were useless. If only... he could deliver even one piece of good news... His worries were concentrated on that single point.

In a room on the outskirts of the detached palace—a room granted to Harry by the First Prince as a retirement chamber—Harry sat alone. Harry himself was called 'Duke' for convenience, but he was technically a 'former Duke'. Having taken responsibility for the previous defeat, he had temporarily yielded the headship of the house to his nephew and was forced into retirement. His own sons had also accompanied the First Prince on the expedition, and thus were collectively excluded from the succession of the peerage. Therefore, he had no choice but to yield the headship to his nephew, who was still only a boy and had not accompanied the expedition. He had convinced those around him that it was a purely formal and temporary arrangement... Of course, regardless of the official stance, Harry continued to hold the real power of the ducal house. Even so, he himself was tormented by the heavy atmosphere and sense of stagnation.

Phew...

Upon returning to his room, Harry let out a heavy sigh. He had been confined here for nearly a year, and the First Prince's spirit had been eroded by an unaccustomed retired life to the point of losing sight of the reason of things.

He has lived a life largely untouched by patience or endurance, treated with the utmost deference at every turn. It is only natural he would feel this way.

Even thinking so, there was still a sense of helplessness. If he was idle, he could simply compose letters of gratitude or encouragement to the supporters who sustained him, without thinking of unnecessary things. In that sense, there were many things he could do. But the First Prince seemed to think that being served was a matter of course for a lord, and that loyalty was something that welled up spontaneously.

I may have erred in His Highness's education...

With a sad sigh, he could only mutter so and laugh at himself. And there was another reason for his sigh: he had received letters back from the Sura Principality and the Turncoat Kingdom containing quite arrogant demands. These two nations were demanding the cession of new territory in addition to what the Empire had gained, as well as war reparations. Having learned the details of the war reparations the Empire side paid to the Kyle Kingdom, and seeing the Empire's perceived weakness, they had suddenly become aggressive as if seizing the moment.

Furthermore... setting aside the Istoria Imperial Kingdom—or rather, the Istoria Orthodox Theocracy—the 3 countries meant to be used as bait were also hesitating to give a clear answer. These 3 countries were terrified of that brat—the man called the Ever-Victorious General or the Hegemon, who had merely risen by riding the current of the times—more than the bait presented before them. To them, the brat who had advanced to their neighborhood seemed more terrifying than the Empire, which was a future source of trouble. At this rate, there is no telling how many years it will take to complete the encirclement net that will thoroughly suppress the Third Prince.

As he pondered this, he held his head in his hands alone in his room. At that moment, the darkness in the corner of the dimly lit room wavered faintly.

Heh heh heh... Harry, you seem to be in quite a bit of trouble.

Who goes there! Ah... m-my apologies.

As the man who suddenly appeared from the darkness connected with the memory of the last time he saw him, Harry let go of the sword in his hand and knelt.

It is no matter, you seem unaccustomed to this form yet?

The man who spoke so and sat vigorously on the sofa with agile movements was the man who had once been an old man with faltering movements.

I am sorry, in an instant, it seems my body reacts naturally...

It is fine, it is fine. You were originally a warrior; it means you have not withered. By the way, you seem to be struggling quite a bit?

...

Harry was at a loss for a reply. The Master's way of speaking could be taken to refer to either the incident just now or the diplomatic challenges.

Fufufu, it is both. Internal worries and external threats—my grandson who pulls everyone's leg is a troublesome one indeed.

Ah, no... I am no match for the Master's perceptiveness. It is exactly as you say.

Thinking so, I have come to grant you wisdom.

My word!

First, regarding the two southern nations—you may simply reject their demands. According to your plan, one of them would have to act as the vanguard, after all. They are merely hesitating as they weigh the potential losses they would suffer at that moment.

But then no one will...?

You should tell them, Since the talk has been settled with the conditions shown previously, assistance is no longer necessary.』」

But not yet...

In addition, tell them, In the unlikely event that you join the war under the previous conditions, we will not treat you coldly. If there is someone who moves before them, they will think other nations are trying to gain the lion's share, and they will begin to move in a panic.

Then the Master has already?

A plot is not the same as bowing your head and pleading. It is about devising a way to make them proceed of their own accord along the path you have shown.

Your advice is deeply engraved in my heart.

Also, as for the cowards in the north who are playing the opportunists, my subordinates will handle them. However, those immature fellows have a tendency to use schemes and drown in them. They are immature ones whose thoughts do not reach the means of execution even if they play with grand schemes. To make them understand that, I have not taken any action until now, but it is about time.

Then the Master himself?

No, even if I don't lift a finger, those fools will likely realize it on their own. The darkness those three nations harbor, that is. Once they connect with the upper echelons of even one nation, their scheme will naturally proceed. Therefore, let us have these letters sent out under your name. These three are for the upper echelons of each nation with whom you have ties. Arrange for the final one to reach that fanatic (Castro).

Wha...

Looking at the documents accompanying each letter, Harry could not hide his surprise. Because those documents were stamped with the Imperial Seal of the current Emperor— a man who should have been deep within the inner palace of the capital, a resident there for years who had supposedly lost all interest in imperial governance.

Just how did the Master...?

I have a person (daughter) in the inner palace who has received my will. For something of this level, it can be managed.

Saying so, the man vanished into the darkness as if mocking the stunned Harry. Even after the man vanished, Harry thought about something for a while, then raised his face as if he had made a decision.

Hmph, with this, it is hard to tell who is the master of the Empire. Such an evil influence is not for the sake of His Highness. I must perform the final service I can do while I still can...

Muttering so, he began to write several letters. One in particular he wrote carefully, and with a flood of emotions... The next day, messengers flew from Harry to various places. Carrying the letters issued in his name... Triggered by this, the upheaval would accelerate toward 'that day'.

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