Chapter 375

"Why are all the first-year students monsters?" After bringing the unconscious Cliff to the duty priest's room, Olivia muttered in disbelief. Upon hearing that another first-year student, Ludwig, had done the exact same thing as Cliff to Sabioline Tana yesterday, Olivia was shocked. Four first-year students had awakened their magical powers on their own, something unprecedented in Temple history. Ellen, Reinhardt, Ludwig, and even Cliff. The fact that four of the first-year students had awakened their magical powers was already impressive, but the fact that they had done so in just one day was even more surprising. The rumors about Cliff had spread not only among the first-year students but also throughout the Royal Class. If the Gate incident were to occur, it would be necessary for the students to become stronger, but if Cliff and Rihanna became too strong and turned against her, it would be a very strange situation. However, even if I didn't intervene, Cliff would have awakened his magical powers anyway. "I guess the potion that increases magical sensitivity is almost in the final stages of development. It will be very helpful for the close combat majors like Cliff and Ludwig." I nodded my head as I listened to Harryott's explanation. The development of Moonshine was nearing completion. So combat majors and magic majors will quickly awaken their magical powers and become familiar with them with the help of Moonshine. "I never thought this would actually be made." "What about the other one?" "That one is also in the final stages." The first-year students in the Royal Class are unbelievable. Four first-year students awakened their magical powers on their own. The magic majors are about to create two things that could turn human history upside down. It is the reality of the Royal Class that combat majors and magic majors are doing crazy things. With the power of humanity accumulated, if the Gate incident does not occur, the accumulated power will be directed towards me. Not only that, there are other problems. Those who are too outstanding may attract the attention of the wrong people. Harryott sighs as he sips his tea. "Do you think this is all because of your foresight?" He ordered me to make something that was impossible, and it was actually made. So it's my achievement. Harryott looks at me as if to say that I shouldn't think that way. Do you think I'm going to ask you to make even weirder things now that you've done this? "That's right." "......Well, I thought you would be more excited." Harryott seemed a little surprised that it wasn't the reaction he expected. It seems that he thought I would order even more bizarre things this time. Harryott sips his tea and looks out beyond the terrace. "Oh, Rihanna...." There she was, running through the winter temple. After seeing Cliff's condition, she seemed to have gone straight back to personal training. Sparring is not something that someone has to do together. Harryott watches Rihanna run away on the walking path with a sad expression. Rihanna has changed, and so has Cliff. Everyone is getting stronger. "It's inevitable.... Everyone seems to be changing...." The existence of the Demon King is changing everyone. It's not just vague training or practice related to majors. Some have developed special purposes. Because they have a purpose, they are more enthusiastic and are doing things they wouldn't normally do. Harryott seemed sad and afraid of these changes. * * * There has been a very big incident in the Empire recently. The attack by the demons on Levein was one such incident. Unfortunately, among the victims of the unexpected attack were many high-ranking nobles and influential figures in the Empire. The guerrilla warfare of the demons, which ignites fear and resentment towards the Demon King, was the third incident. However, there were some who knew the truth behind the third attack. Charlotte de Gradia was among them. Berthus identified the outline of the revolutionary forces and destroyed the leadership under the guise of demon attacks. There are only a few who know the truth and they are the only ones who will take the secret to their graves. Charlotte and Berthus meet at the Spring Palace and discuss their recent developments. Berthus has proven his abilities, while Charlotte has not. She accepts her defeat and realizes that her efforts were meaningless. She is now facing a future where she must die due to her failure to inherit the throne. There is always death on both sides of the road. Due to being born with numerous privileges, it is Charlotte and Berthus' destiny to live a life where they must die if they cannot win. Berthus looks at Charlotte with narrowed eyes. "Isn't it unfair? If it wasn't you who was kidnapped, but me, the result might not have been like this." "It's unfair. I also think it's unfair. But just because we appeal to that doesn't mean it will work, right?" Even in a situation where Berthus' victory is certain, Charlotte does not get angry or upset. She accepts the result. Berthus is disappointed because he has achieved what he wanted and defeated his only competitor, but he cannot feel the thrill of victory. "Yes, you're not having fun. All I can do now is to prevent you from getting too caught up in your victory. How about that? Isn't it more fun to think that way?" Berthus smiles subtly again at his words. "If you do that, Reinhardt will have suffered for nothing." Charlotte couldn't help but widen her eyes at the name that appeared at such a cruel timing. She knows about Reinhardt's rescue of her and what happened at the Spring Palace, so she must have known about his status as the champion of Tuon. "What are you trying to say?" Charlotte's eyes showed hostility towards Berthus, who had been calm about everything he said until now. "Oh, it's so effective to see your expression as if your neck is about to be strangled just by mentioning Reinhardt's name." Berthus chuckled. But Charlotte didn't feel like joking around now. "If you touch Reinhardt, I will kill you. No matter what. Somehow. Definitely." "It sounds like a threat, but it's actually a plea not to hurt Reinhardt. Please." Berthus looks at Charlotte with a bitter smile. He has accepted everything about his own safety. But in the end, he has lost and only has himself left. Reinhardt is desperate. "Please." Charlotte stares silently at Berthus. After a moment of contemplation, she slowly stands up from her chair and takes a few steps towards Berthus, kneeling down in front of him in her own palace. With her head bowed, Charlotte calmly speaks, "I only wanted to help. You might have killed me, so I asked for your help. That's all. He... Reinhardt... has no intention of becoming your enemy or challenging you. I couldn't just leave him alone... that's why I did it..." Reinhardt had no intention of being an enemy and only wanted to save his friend. Charlotte trembles as she kneels before Berthus and begs him not to touch Reinhardt. Berthus looks down at her with a bitter smile. He had always seen Charlotte de Gradia as arrogant and invincible, but since returning from the demon castle, she had become fragile and vulnerable. She was like a delicate glass that could shatter at any moment. Berthus realizes that Charlotte was never his enemy and wonders if there was any need to kill her. He reflects on how victory can be unpleasant and wonders if it was necessary to lose everything and even his life in the pursuit of it. Charlotte had no reason to kneel before him. Translation:

One should have told her to try touching Reinhardt once. To see if she would survive after provoking the champion of Tuwan. Rather, her political position would crumble. Charlotte knew that. She only kneeled before Berthus because there was a very small possibility that she might actually touch Reinhardt. She kneeled not for herself, but for others. Berthus put down his teacup and said, "Really... it's not fun." He enjoyed a hollow victory.