Chapter 371

- Kwa-rung!

A dazzling flash exploded beyond burning tree trunks.

- Ur-rung!

And as the expanded air spread out with a sharp roar, Professor Epinhaus nodded his head quietly.

"It's lightning...."

Riana calmly watched as the tree trunks were shattered.

It was an outdoor training ground used for experimenting with large-scale destruction magic.

Although it was vacation time, Professor Epinhaus was consulting on Riana de Grants' condition and checking her abilities.

Riana de Grants' ability was to manipulate electricity.

But now it had evolved into the level of summoning lightning from the sky.

As usual, it required concentration and time, but Riana clearly summoned lightning.

"There is a possibility that your ability has evolved into a psychic ability related to weather. We still need to investigate more."

Riana could still control electricity. However, her ability had undergone some changes since the death of Duke Grants.

"Don't worry about it, try to maximize your existing abilities."

"Yes."

Professor Epinhaus stepped back and watched Riana practice her abilities.

As an electric field formed around Riana's body, it began to explosively spread around her.

-Kwa-rururung!

The crazy currents that seemed to want to burn everything around them began to spread in all directions like living things.

At the same time as being able to summon lightning, her existing abilities were also maximized.

"Stop, this is enough."

"It's difficult to control...."

"That will improve over time."

Although the output of the ability itself was greatly amplified, Riana, who had been a long-term ability controller, lost the delicacy of controlling the ability itself.

With sudden thunderous sounds one after another, Epinhaus had to stop the experiment as the entire temple seemed to be going crazy.

-Zap! Crack!

Epinhaus watched as Riana stood in front of him, holding her right hand up and shooting lightning from it.

"This is not enough, is it?"

He didn't ask what was lacking, but he knew what it meant.

Revenge.

He didn't need to ask who it was for.

They talked about sufficiency.

This was beyond sufficiency.

The current Demon King was only considered an absolute being in people's excessive fantasies.

"That's right."

However, Epinhaus was in a position where he couldn't tell the truth.

"But it's already a sufficiently threatening ability. Use it with caution."

"Yes."

At Epinhaus' words, Riana generated electricity from her fingertips.

"Teacher."

"Speak." "I never thought about my abilities until now. I never thought I would have to fight to survive. 'I'm glad my ability is like this,' it's the first time I've thought that." Lightning. A superpower specialized in attack more than any other superpower. Its speed, destructive power, and lethality are unmatched. For the first time, Riana was grateful for her ability to be like this. Epinhaus watched Riana, who looked like she was possessed by blue lightning, silently. Riana's ability had undergone a tremendous growth. But Riana, who was trying to stand up against the name of the Demon King, could not be satisfied with this. More. A little more. She had to become stronger. "Can I also enhance my magical power?" It's not just about believing in abilities. She also wanted to make her physical body stronger. "It would be better to specialize in your organs. If you focus on enhancing your magical power, you won't be able to do this or that." "But Reinhardt did it." Reinhardt, who was a superhuman and also managed to enhance his magical power, is a precedent. Reinhardt is a special case in many ways, but Riana doesn't see herself like that. She had to become stronger. Then she had to get all the strength she could have. Riana felt an obsession that she had to be blindly obsessed with strength to avoid being crushed by the name of the Demon King. She was late to start. She only had a different starting line called superpowers. While others were making efforts, Riana had spent time being content with reality and not worrying about the future. Now, if she was going to make an effort, she had to work harder than anyone else. Epinhaus looked at Riana and said briefly, "I can't say it's impossible." Riana nodded her head as if that answer was enough. * * * "What do you want to do?" I was talking to Sarkagar in my dorm room. I was used by Berthus. And I was also used by Owen de Gatmora. But Berthus said we needed enemies in the empire, just like we talked about a long time ago. Surviving remnants of the Demon King somewhere. It maintains the cohesion of humanity. If Darkland was defined as an enemy before, now they seek to maintain the cohesion of the empire with a new concept called terrorism. The method of disguising as the work of the Demon King to deal with annoying things may not be the last. Of course, I have no intention of touching Berthus. Just the Master of the Merchant Guild. He was a traitor to the revolutionary forces and now he was going to swallow up the revolutionary forces. We had to decide what to do with him. "I don't like it, but it seems like the royal family is treating us as a necessary evil. They probably don't see any chance of our power being fully restored. They are truly arrogant." Sarkagar's tone was filled with anger. The royal family treats the fallen enemy as a mere mask that can be used to their advantage, without even being treated as an enemy. Sarkagar seemed to be finally angry about it. Owen de Gatmora. "He probably knows that his life is in danger. We may not be able to touch the prince, but it shouldn't be difficult for us to eliminate him alone. The moment he decided to use us, Owen was as good as dead. If we kill Owen de Gatmora, we can prevent the royal family from swallowing up the revolutionary forces. However, if the revolutionary forces fall into chaos after that, it's not what I want. Sarkagar may prefer chaos. Removing the leadership of the revolutionary forces and putting them under control is not just Berthus' plan. I have a strong conviction that my posthumous response is also within Berthus' plan. To kill or save Owen de Gatmora. It is clear that Berthus is trying to understand the nature of the remaining forces in the demon world through the choice between the two decisions. In the case of Leberier Lanche, the royal family still cannot be sure why I killed him. They will hesitate to make a judgment on the demon forces if I kill Owen de Gatmora and prevent the revolutionary forces from being properly organized. Leaving the revolutionary forces, whose possibility of joining hands with us has disappeared forever, will not help if the demon forces' intention is to rebuild the demon world. If we keep Owen alive, we can imply that there is a different intention than focusing on causing chaos in the empire. But then, we can also make them wonder why we tried to join hands with the revolutionary forces in the first place. "We can't make the enemies sure of who we are." There is no reason for the royal family to know what we are pursuing. The moment we decide to take Owen's life, the royal family's attitude towards us will be determined. Berthus wants to use us. There is no reason to make them believe that we are enemies. "It's disgusting, but let's keep Owen de Gatmora alive. There's no harm in having a connection with the royal family that the demon forces can approach in some way." "Yes, sir." Sarkagar nodded as if convinced. We cannot be obsessed with taking someone's life based on personal emotions. The thought that I have become someone who can easily weigh someone's life on a balance without any hesitation, just by having such thoughts, suddenly crept up on me. * * * "What was his reaction?" "There was anger when I mentioned borrowing his name, but he didn't lay a hand on me." Berthus was silently watching Owen de Gatmora, who was sitting on the sofa and sipping tea in his office. "I didn't think you would come back alive," he said. "I thought the same, Your Highness," replied Owen de Gatmora. He was one of the leaders of the revolutionary forces and a traitor who was supposed to swallow up the revolutionaries who had lost their heads. And slowly, he would swing and sink the group disguised as a revolution. Although he was a traitor, he had returned alive from a dangerous place. Owen de Gatmora was the hero of this operation. Although there were Berthus' orders, he had planned and manipulated the situation, skillfully manipulating the words that were moved back and forth to make everyone gather in one place. In reality, there were more opposing opinions among the leaders of the revolutionary forces who wanted to join forces with the demon forces. But Owen had already made most of the leaders think that they had decided to cooperate with the demon forces by moving letters and words. Berthus was thinking. What the hell do they want? When he heard that they wanted to contact Owen and join forces, he thought that the purpose was to overthrow the empire. But now that their plan has gone awry, they have retreated without even spitting on the ruined board. If stability is what they want, why do they want the stability of the enemy? Berthus had solved a big problem, but he felt like he had fallen into a bigger maze. "By the way, tell me now," he said. "What do you mean?" Owen smiled slyly at Berthus' words. He wasn't a spy that Berthus had put in from the beginning. He suddenly came and spilled everything after the Rotary Club business. Owen narrowed his eyes and looked at the teacup. "The merchant dreamed a dream." "A dream..." "Yes, it took quite a long time to realize that it was an unattainable dream, but I knew it was a dream, so I tried to wake up." "You were quite serious about the revolution." "Could be." He had dreamed of a revolution. Owen casually said that he had denied it seriously in front of the greatest beneficiary of the class system. He was an old man who had met the demon forces alone and risked his life. So he had to be bold in front of Berthus in his own way. The old merchant had dreamed of a world where everyone was equal. Seriously. "They were not dreaming of a revolution itself, but seemed to be intoxicated with discussing what a revolution is. Moreover, even within their organization, depending on whether they were from the Orbis class or not, there were differences in hierarchy and treatment based on the internal rationalization of the revolution... Owen realized that the essence of humanity is discrimination and differentiation. Even those who dream of equality are trying to differentiate people based on their background within their organization. Even in the new world, people will still be differentiated, some will be considered noble and special, while others will be despised and humiliated. If that is the nature of humanity, why do we need a new world if only the criteria for differentiation will change? The old merchant realized too late that if we cannot eliminate differentiation, there is no reason to eliminate the existing stable differentiation, and there is no reason to shed blood while replacing differentiation with differentiation. Berthus silently watched Owen de Gatmora as he spoke of such things. He had dreamed of a revolution, but after experiencing the appearance of the revolutionary organization for a long time, he realized that it only created new discrimination and differentiation instead of eliminating them. Therefore, he judged that such a revolution would be useless and sought out Berthus. He had met the person at the top of the pyramid without replacing it. Berthus smiled bitterly as he watched Owen de Gatmora. "The words sound plausible, but isn't it just resentment or betrayal that arose from not being able to become a leader because he was not from the Orbis class?" He had been loyal to the organization like a dog, but in the end, he could not become a leader because he was not a graduate of the Orbis class. It was not because he had to be satisfied with being a cadre. Berthus couldn't stand the malicious words and laughed out loud. "Haha, is that all? There was also the reason that he was a lowly person who only rolled in money, and the reason that he was not a noble. Your Highness." Owen de Gatmora burst out laughing at Berthus's sarcastic words. The reason why Owen could not become a leader in the organization that dreamed of a revolution tells us how contradictory the revolutionary organization was. Berthus laughed for a while and wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. "Okay, anyway, you did a good job this time. Call me again if you need me later." "Please call me anytime, Your Highness." Berthus watched as Owen showed his respect and left. He had dreamed, and he knew it was a wrong dream. Therefore, did Owen de Gatmora, who pushed all those who dreamed in vain into the abyss of hell, betray them or make a decision?" Translation: Owen had a dangerous dream of Getmore, but he gave up on it earlier than others and received absolution as a price for betraying those who once shared the same dream. Berthus is not interested in such things. He was just looking at the back of the old merchant, which was not fully stretched out.