Monday, April 13, 2026

[WN] Emperor's Seventh Son : 11 - 8 Part 2


11-8 Part 2

People Say He's an Envoy of God

- Saint Shinza -


Translator : PolterGlast


Taking this opportunity, how about receiving certification as a Saint, Shinza-san?

That's a good idea! Let's do that, Shinza!

What a terrible joke. I don't have such a splendid nature. Mu... that's...

However, the worst was piled upon the worst there. The weird middle-aged man wearing a toga from earlier had brought two wealthy-looking men and entered this grand cathedral.

Huh, why are you lying down?

Just felt like it.

Shinza-sama, if you are tired, head to the dormitory—

Stop, don't say my name right now...

Aaaah, Shinza-sama! Were you there, Shinza-sama! I've brought the Mayor and the Guild Master! Oh my...?

I hid back under the bench. Because I couldn't keep up with this farce anymore.

If it's Shinza, he's under here.

Oh, were you there! This here is the Mayor of Ratatosk City, Bogard. And this here is the Guild Master.

Betrayed by Kachua in five seconds, Mr. Firefly reluctantly sat back down on the long pew and looked up at the other party's faces.

Just as I thought. They were also bearded middle-aged men wearing expensive-looking togas. Three scruffy middle-aged men were now lined up there.

I'm Bogard. I am truly grateful for your swift handling of the emergency this time. To think an Abyss Gate would appear inside the city... What a terrifying thing...

Let me also express my gratitude as the representative of the guild. To think there were zero casualties, who knows what would have happened if you hadn't been there!

It looks like the only option is to answer them quickly and cut the conversation short early. The three types of middle-aged men were still closing in on me, exuding an oppressive heat.

This town is dangerous. I'm amazed you can live in such a place.

No, an Abyss disaster of that scale within the city is rare. Once every 5 years—no, if you hadn't closed the gate, it would have been a great disaster that happens once every 100 years. Those creatures called Abyss Ants are born in massive numbers from the Queen—

That's fine. I've already heard it.

Kukuku... You should understand with this. We achieved the maximum result with minimal effort. Accept their gratitude.

I guess so. Let's acknowledge once again that there is such a patronizing Evil Dragon.

Osan, hand over that item!

Sir! Shinza-sama, this is a token of gratitude from the people of Ratatosk. Please accept this.

The middle-aged man's subordinate middle-aged man offered me an épée with red decorations. Of course, I had no intention of accepting it, so Osan's hands remained suspended in midair, holding up the épée.

This is a special short sword obtained from the labyrinth. It is plausibly said to harbor magical power. It's an item offered to the most active adventurer every year, but this year you are the most fitting. Please accept it.

Sorry, but I don't need it. I'm bad with swords; the thought alone is enough.

I-Is that so. My, I never thought you would be refused, Mayor... Everyone competes for supremacy, risking their lives for this single sword—do you really not need it, Shinza-sama...?

Then all the more reason I can't accept it. I am confident I would snap it in three days by gripping it, or lose it by having it slip out of my hand when I swing it. Forget it. Letting me hold a sword is a waste of money and effort.

No, why are you so full of confidence...

Confidence or whatever, it's because it's based on actual experience. I am not built to be able to wield a sword on a destiny level. The Shovel is my partner and my fate.

Above all, if this is a famous sword, that's exactly why it should go to a suitable owner. Besides, there are a few maniacs in this world who would attack you wanting the famous sword, even if they have to kill to take it.

Then will you use it, Kachua?

I-I don't need it?! Giving such an amazing thing to an Archer is a waste of treasure!

Well, that's how it is. ...However, I somehow sense your intentions. The fact that the Guild Master is here, does this mean it's recruitment?

Eh, recruitment for what?

Oh, not only are you strong, but you are also intelligent, Shinza-san. Then I'll be blunt. We guarantee the best life. We will prepare the best woman, no, if those are your tastes, a man. Therefore—

No, was it really necessary to go out of your way to rephrase that last part...?

Therefore, would you consider burying your bones in this Ratatosk? That power to seal the Abyss, your brave fighting style! You are a person capable of becoming the savior of this Ratatosk!

If you dive into the labyrinth, there is no doubt you will play an incredibly active role!

My existence seems to be ideal for this Ratatosk. As soon as the Mayor and Guild Master realized their words weren't serving as bargaining chips at all, perhaps wanting a weirdo like me that much, they enthusiastically recruited me with a mix of desperation.

Then, then let's do this! Let's build a cathedral commemorating you here! Saint Shinza Grand Cathedral—my, I'm looking forward to its completion!

Kuku, kuhahaha... Saint Shinza is another laughable joke! Oh, that's right, my Apostle. How about having them build a statue of you, leaning on your Shovel thrust into the ground, kneeling and waiting upon Wagahai? Kukuku...

Ah, the worst. I don't understand the mind of someone who willingly wants to become a Saint.

I am neither a Saint nor a hero. Just an adventurer, Shinza. Therefore, I'm sorry, but I refuse; even if you persist, please understand that I will absolutely never nod my head.

Can't you do something about it!

What is Zirant thinking. You should understand at least that standing out in a bad way is problematic. I can't laugh at all; this situation is worse than you think...

So you really were an amazing person, Shinza...

Stop it, I'm not the kind of human to be revered. In essence, I'm no different from the drunks at the guild.

That Evil Dragon always ruins my plans. Even with limitations, Zirant has become able to manifest in this world. This fact makes me happy too. Because when I gaze into those dragon eyes, they prove that although I was born deformed, I am by no means alone. But on the other hand, I am truly at my wit's end over the certainty that this meddlesome Evil Dragon will continue to intrude from now on.

Kukuku...

That feeling hit the mark as a bad premonition, and along with light, the girl descended to the earth. Or rather, you could say she ill-manneredly stood on the backrest of the long pew. Well, Zirant is petite after all. If she didn't do that, she'd probably be treated like a child.

No way, this person is the Goddess-sama from earlier...?!

Oh, so this is the rumored... However, those eyes and appearance are exactly...

Zirant, having manifested in the world, ignored the Mayor and the others and focused on Kachua for some reason. I can tell. She's in a good mood for some reason. The exact opposite of me, who is completely at a loss trying to clean up this mess and figure out how to settle things...

Umu, to think that girl who looked like a mountain monkey transformed so much. As expected, was it your feelings of love for Shinza that made you do so?

Eh...?! Wh-What are you saying, n-no, I (Ore)... Shinza, I (Ore), no... U, uu~...

At the terrible label, Kachua's face dyed bright red and she got angry. But sorry. I don't have time for that right now. I have to do something about this intrusive Evil Dragon.

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[WN] A Hero From a Remote Village : Chapter 222


Chapter 222

King Garil


Translator : PolterGlast


Arriving at the Adventurer's Guild, I immediately headed to Greg. He seemed to remember me, and I was immediately shown to the Guild Master's office.

Graham-san, it's been a while. Thank you once again for the matter with the Dragon Zombie.

The moment I entered the Guild Master's office, Greg bowed his head with such momentum it looked like he was about to grovel on the ground. He has apologized countless times, and I don't mind it at all on my end, but it seems Greg still feels bothered by it.

You don't need to bow your head anymore. More importantly, I'd like to hear about what happened afterwards.

Thank you. Thanks to you, the disease that had been spreading was safely brought to an end. However, regarding the Dragon Zombie, we are still in the dark. We investigated various things, but couldn't find anything... I am deeply sorry.

Greg bowed his head again right after I told him he didn't need to apologize. It's a shame nothing was found, but if the epidemic has ended, then that's a complete victory.

It's good that the epidemic has ended. Not being able to discover anything from the Dragon Zombie sucks, but there hasn't been anything else out of the ordinary, right?

Yes. We strengthened the security around Klingark, but so far no suspicious movements have been seen.

That's good to hear. I thought they might make a move using the Dragon Zombie as a foothold, but with nothing happening up to this point, perhaps I was overthinking it.

There are various movements in different regions, but all of them are isolated incidents. It shows that they aren't systematically trying to invade the cities. It's probably the Demon King's Army's goal to cause confusion to make it easier to operate, and for now, excessive vigilance isn't necessary yet. Even so, they will eventually make a full-scale move, so we can't afford to lower our guard either.

I don't think you're overthinking it. In reality, the situation is quite suspicious, so we will continue to maintain our vigilance and security. I may consult with you as soon as we find out anything, Graham-san.

Yeah. Consult me anytime. I'll help out if it's something I can do. ...Also, I have one thing I want to ask: has Guanza returned to Klingark?

We were conversing with calm expressions, but the moment I brought up Guanza's name, Greg's face contorted. It seems the misunderstanding regarding me has been cleared up, but he still can't forgive Guanza, it seems. Well, considering his past actions, I suppose it's natural.

Guanza hasn't come here even once. I considered the possibility that he might have come without permission, but since his face is known, the likelihood of that is extremely low as long as there are no reports.

I see. If he was here I would have liked to see him, but if he hasn't returned, it can't be helped.

Do you have some business with Guanza? If you absolutely must meet him, I will have my people search for him.

No, I don't want to see him that badly. Just let me know if he shows his face.

Understood. I will contact you immediately when Guanza returns.

After exchanging such a conversation, I left the Guild Master's office. It wasn't like I obtained any new information, but just knowing that peace is being maintained was good enough.

Now, as for what to do next... let's go check out the monster from the wanted poster. I intend to leave the subjugation itself to Ginia and Aoi, so I'll just stick to confirming it this time. Since it's a 4-Star (4) monster, I want to observe its abilities too.

And so, relying on the map, I decided to head to the location where the wanted poster monster is. According to the information obtained at the Adventurer's Guild and the details written on the wanted poster, it should be somewhere in this forest. Since I could confirm multiple strong presences, I decided to head in the direction emitting the strongest presence for now.

Dashing through the forest, what I arrived at was a bizarre space created by trees being snapped in half. It looked like a makeshift fortress, and at the tips of those snapped trees, various monsters and beasts were impaled. And the most shocking thing of all was the figures of humann impaled on a tree alongside the monsters and beasts. They were pierced through the abdomen while facing downwards; I couldn't tell the details, but judging from their clothes, there was no doubt it was an adventurer.

Beyond the trees impaled with such corpses was a humanoid monster characterized by a large, pitch-black body. Its muscles were bulging so much it was visible even from a distance, suggesting it was a considerable power type. It matches the illustration on the wanted poster, so there's no doubt this monster is the King Garil.

I quietly left the area so as not to be noticed by the King Garil, which was beating its chest and drumming. Seeing the cruel act of impaling its hunted prey on trees makes me somewhat reluctant to let Ginia and Aoi fight it, but... well, it shouldn't be an unbeatable opponent. Ginia is good at fighting power types, and if anything, there's even a possibility she might win easily.

The only point of concern is, as expected, this location. Having not just beasts and monsters, but even a person impaled here is an extremely sickening feeling. Seeing as none of the corpses are rotting, it's likely storing them as food, but... it's far too gruesome a sight.

I don't want to show it to them, but I also have the desire to let them gain experience. I'll explain it properly to them, and then let them decide what to do. While thinking about such things, I turned back the way I came and returned to the city of Klingark.

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[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 311


Chapter 311

(Kyle Calendar Year 514: Age 21)

The One Who Carries Out Their Will, Their Name Is..


Translator : PolterGlast


At long last, the day I had been waiting for arrived! Six years had already passed since I led the returning prisoners and left Teigoon behind.

At that time, I had hoped to catch one last glimpse of her... and to say my farewells, but even that wish went unfulfilled. Faced with a parting that might have been eternal, I was drowning in sorrow. By not saying "goodbye," I believe she was surely encouraging me to stay strong.

I see... as long as our feelings are connected, a temporary parting is nothing... Someday, I will become a man worthy of receiving her, and I shall reunite with her in this very land! Telling myself this, I returned to the Empire.

◇◇◇ Kyle Year 508, at the Northern Frontier of the Empire Territory

This is a trial bestowed upon me by the heavens. In that case, I merely need to attain a standing higher than her lord and go receive her. With this thought in mind, I used what I had learned in that land as my foundation and began to put it into practice every day within the Empire.

Naturally, there was a great deal of backlash and friction at first.

There is no budget? What is the meaning of this!

I cannot remember how many times I raised my voice in anger. Fortunately, while my territory had been confiscated, my private wealth remained.

As a reward for my involvement in the return of the prisoners, His Highness Grat entrusted me with the peerage that had been confiscated due to my guilt by association with the Bradley clan, along with a portion of their private wealth. Although I had no territory, the restoration of my Baron title meant I was in a position to receive an appropriate annual stipend from the Empire (the Third Prince's faction).

Therefore, the first thing I did was sell off all my private assets. To truly understand the feelings of the soldiers, one simply had to eat the same meals and sleep in the same beds. Holding such beliefs, I had no need for a mansion or servants who had already dispersed anyway...

Using those funds as capital, I commenced my operations. I had new barracks constructed on the land that had previously served as a drill ground. I sharply rebuked a military official who protested, Your Excellency, this is too unreasonable...

Unreasonable or not! Are you telling the soldiers to live in barracks that are no better than pigsties? The Kingdom's internment camps were far more comfortable. Lord Army Commander (Sieghart) stated that I am free to do as I please with whatever is funded by my own private wealth!

Next, I hired new cooks and improved the meal situation in the barracks. I once again bellowed at a civil official who argued, Your Excellency, meals fall under the jurisdiction of the quartermaster department...

Do you bastards intend to feed the soldiers such repulsive swill every single day? I am not telling you to provide them with luxury. Know that with a little ingenuity in cooking methods, even turnips—which are considered livestock feed—can be eaten deliciously!

The barracks were still under construction, so the soldiers could not immediately reap the benefits, but the meals were improved right away. The troops were overjoyed, and they came to look forward to their daily meals.

Following that, I began distributing multiple sets of clean secondhand clothes to the soldiers. Your Excellency... to go this far for the soldiers... we are saved. Eventually, no one voiced any complaints.

Furthermore, I set up a shop in a corner of the barracks to sell daily necessities and alcohol, entrusting its operation to newly hired young women. Naturally, in accordance with predetermined regulations, I also permitted drinking within the barracks.

And what do you know? Even the soldiers other than those who had shared our hardships in Teigoon, the men who knew nothing of the Matsuyama System, clearly began to change their expressions!

Their spirits soared. Eager to show off their good sides to the women at the shop, their morale improved, and in tandem with this, their discipline ironically tightened.

◇◇◇ Kyle Year 508, at the Southern Frontier of the Empire Territory

I then presented my proposal to His Highness Grat in order to implement the same measures at my subsequent posting on the southern battlefield.

Certainly, as you say, the morale of the troops has risen, and discipline has been tightened. However, is there truly a need to provide preferential treatment even to enemy prisoners?

His Highness's doubts were entirely reasonable.

Do you recall how exceedingly surprised you were when I first had the honor of meeting Your Highness here and spoke of the methods used in that land?

Yes, the hearts of my officers and men had been splendidly captivated.

By utilizing that Matsuyama System, I intend to lower the hostility of the enemy soldiers while simultaneously raising the reputation of our own army.

And what will that accomplish?

There are four advantages. Under conventional wisdom, surrendered soldiers are either executed or worked to death through forced labor in places like mines. Under such conditions, enemy soldiers will become death squads and fight with desperate ferocity.

Well... that is only natural.

The first point is... If the enemy soldiers realize they will not be treated callously, they will be more likely to surrender when driven into a corner. By doing so, we can reduce the casualties our own forces sustain from enemies resisting frantically to the bitter end.

But... to allow prisoners to live a life of luxury?

It is not a life of luxury. It is a proper life fit for a human being. Should that come to pass, the second point is that we can diminish the hostility of the enemy forces. Naturally, in order to let these rumors permeate, we will implement measures such as permitting them to exchange letters with their homeland and returning certain model soldiers.

During this time of war?

It is precisely because it is wartime. Since we are returning them, let us have the enemy forces return ours as well. Even in the battles thus far, while we have maintained an overall advantage, there have been minor defeats and retreats. The third point is that if a prisoner exchange is established, we can reclaim the military forces we had once lost. Furthermore, if they know that prisoner exchanges occur, the enemy nation will not treat our soldiers callously either.

Hmm...

Saying this, His Highness Grat fell deep into thought. Would it really... go as smoothly as those words suggest? That is surely what he was thinking.

May I state the fourth point as well?

Ah, yes. Please continue.

In fact, even among our own ranks, there are those who have abandoned the Empire and set the guideposts for their future toward a life in the Kingdom. Could the same not be said for the Sura Principality? We have no obligation to recruit soldiers solely from our allies (the Empire). After all, our enemies are not limited to the Principality. Enemies exist within our own borders as well.

However, might there not be those who feign defection to harbor treacherous schemes?

Therefore, we shall have the prisoners monitor the prisoners. We will establish an Internment Camp Autonomy Committee comprised of the captives. We simply need to promote the obedient ones and assign them to that role.

Hahaha, you are an interesting fellow! Very well, I shall grant you the authority and entrust the management to you. Show them this 'State of the New Empire' you speak of.

Yes, Your Highness!

From that day forward, Baron Duroul began to move with tremendous energy.

◇◇◇ Kyle Year 510 Onward, at the Occupied Territories of the Southern Frontier of the Empire Territory

The words exchanged between the Third Prince and Baron Duroul returned to them a few years later bearing magnificent fruit.

The soldiers of the Sura Principality, who had previously resisted with desperate ferocity, eventually began to cry out Matsuyama, Matsuyama in unison whenever they fell into a predicament, willingly surrendering.

Furthermore, some of the Sura Principality soldiers, deeply moved by the treatment in the internment camps and the methods of the Third Prince, began to align themselves with his faction. They willingly started to lend a hand in governing the occupied territories.

The deadlocked front lines surged into motion all at once, and the Third Prince's army deeply encroached into the territory of the Sura Principality.

And before long, soldiers who switched allegiances, along with those who achieved merits to become model prisoners hoping to return to their homeland, became the majority among the captives. As a result, the Third Prince acquired an infantry force of 5,000 made up of these men, as well as an even greater number of new settlers.

Having achieved his intended objectives, the Third Prince moved on to concluding a ceasefire agreement and negotiating the cession of territory with the Principality. By that time, Baron Duroul, who had made massive contributions to the Third Prince's faction, was promoted to Viscount. As a man who had earned the trust of the Third Prince, he had become a presence that could not be ignored even within the faction.

Then, passing through the Great War with the Kyle Kingdom, we arrive at the present.

◇◇◇ Return to the Current Timeline

And now, leading 4,000 former Sura Principality soldiers, 500 various craftsmen, and 500 auxiliary personnel as manual laborers, I had arrived at the planned construction site of the new city they called Kusanagi.

Many of the auxiliary personnel were drafted from families of soldiers who had died in the previous war, or destitute individuals struggling to survive, whom we had taken into our territory. While most were women or youths not yet capable of taking on jobs sufficient to support a family, they should be more than capable of handling light labor and meal preparations, as well as essential but often neglected chores like cleaning and odd jobs.

In accordance with the contract, we have arrived from the Durouza Trading Company with a workforce of 5,000. Could you please notify the person in charge?

Thank you very much for leading them all this way. We will guide Your Excellency the Viscount to our master shortly, but may we take charge of the personnel you have brought with you from this point forward?

The group that had been awaiting our arrival due to our herald... The somewhat familiar-looking woman standing at their forefront smiled upon seeing my face and simultaneously welcomed me with a courteous greeting adhering to noble etiquette.

Or rather... how did she know it was me? I was certain I hadn't mentioned the name Duroul at all...

Your master... could it be... the Archduke of Westlights?

Yes. He has been saying for quite some time that he wishes to meet you once to properly express his gratitude.』」

Gratitude? I had no recollection of doing anything to warrant such gratitude; if anything, I was the one who wished to express my thanks for what happened back then...

Your Excellency, may I begin guiding you?

A-Ah, my apologies. Please do.

The moment I replied, a woman who appeared to be her subordinate raised her voice to a disproportionately loud volume in front of a mysterious tool. My initial worry about whether her voice would reach an audience of 5,000 ended up being needless anxiety.

Welcome, everyone, and thank you for traveling such a long distance. The facilities for your stay are fully prepared. First, we will conduct an orientation for everyone. We will divide you by your duties and guide you in groups of 50, so please line up 50 at a time in front of the staff members holding the boards.

It must have been some kind of magic. Her voice echoed all the way to the back of the ranks, and in response, 100 women raised large boards with handles and lined up horizontally all at once.

I see! Even with 5,000 people, dividing them into groups of 50 would make them easy to guide and easy to explain things to. I was astounded by the sight of them briskly sorting the personnel and guiding them in such an orderly fashion.

Even so... what on earth is an 'orientation'?

Your Excellency, we have met a few times before when I was the officer in charge of the reception desk, but please allow me to greet you anew. My name is Claire von Solis, and I have been ordered to act as your guide this time.

My word! Then, are you a relative of the Archduke?

Yes, I am permitted to serve him as one of his wives.

Startled, I bowed to her once again. Wait... I am quite certain she just said, one of his wives. Feeling a surge of anxiety at this, I couldn't help but seek confirmation.

Please forgive my rudeness. Does the Archduke have other wives as well?

Yes, aside from the one who became his formal consort, there are about four of us, myself included...

By any chance, is the Mage (Rosa) included among them...?

You are quite well-informed. I cannot say who specifically, but indeed, those who served as Mages (Claire) and such (and Yoltia) are also included...

I... I see... is that so...

Hearing those words, I was left utterly dumbfounded by the shock. She had already married the Archduke...

It was no wonder. I had returned to the Empire without a word, and six years had already passed. It was an incredibly natural outcome.

Staggering, I subsequently followed Lady Claire's guidance and walked onward.

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