Chapter 65: Subjugation Festival (1)
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Chapter 65: Subjugation Festival (1)
Inside Hugos office.
Amidst the pile of documents, Hugo, who was busy with some out-of-place paperwork, felt a presence gradually approaching.
Knock-knock-
-Its me, uncle.
The voice from beyond the door, accompanied by a knock, belonged to his nephew.
Come in.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
Hugo said while squinting his tired eyes from reading tiny text.
What brings you here?
I came to give you a New Years greeting and a gift.
A gift?
The unfamiliar word coming from the boys mouth made Hugo tilt his head in curiosity.
At his age, he should be more accustomed to receiving gifts, and to think he is bringing a gift along with New Years greetings
Despite the slyness, Hugo wore a pleased smile. Shiron bowed slightly in accord with Hugos rhythm.
Yes, its my humble gesture towards the pillar of this household.
Ha, hahaha.
Hugo eventually burst into laughter. It was said that praise always felt good to hear. Although he had heard enough praises to make his ears sore throughout his life, hearing it from his nephew brought a new sentiment.
What is the gift?
I hope you will like it.
As Hugo leaned forward, Shiron placed a glass bottle on the desk. The bottle was filled with a reddish-brown liquid.
Is it liquor?
Yes.
Shiron softly smiled as he replied. From what he had observed over the year, there werent many gifts available that would genuinely please Hugo.
A suitable gift, yet something not attainable anywhere else. The one thing satisfying both conditions was liquor.
A few months ago, Shiron had sent Encia to Dawn Castle to obtain a whiskey aged for an incredible period in a place where ice didnt melt, too precious to just let it spoil without exposing it to the outside.
The bottle placed in front of Hugo was initially intended for the emperor, but its availability was uncertain, so it was partitioned beforehand.
Thud-
When Shiron, with skilled hand movements, opened the lid, a unique sweet smell gradually filled the room. Even without any markings, Hugo immediately recognized what was inside the unlabeled bottle.
Its the liquor from Dawn Castle.
You recognized it instantly.
Its been a long time indeed.
Hugo looked at the bottle with nostalgia in his eyes. A luxury he had tasted once during his coming-of-age ceremony. He wanted to drink it when he visited Dawn Castle for the succession ceremony, but Hugo wasnt the head of the household then, and he couldnt ask Yuma for it out of pride.
Im glad you like it.
Shiron saw the smile on Hugos face and smiled along.
However, at some point, Hugo stopped smiling. He tightly closed his mouth while watching Shirons laughter.
And shortly, a firm resolution embedded itself in Hugos heart, and he spoke.
Shiron.
Yes.
I cannot agree to this favor.
Pardon?
Even though he hadnt made any requests yet, Hugo began with a refusal. At his firmness, Shiron widened his eyes slightly.
I, I havent said anything yet.
Shiron, you are becoming a bit frightening.
Hugo pushed the bottle in front of him forward. It clearly seemed like he was refusing the gift.
It was last year.
Hugo slowly spoke, pulling his leaning body slightly backward.
When you made that outrageous request to let you become a ruffian, I simply thought you would turn out to be a drunkard or a playboy.
This applied to warriors as well. They trained their children to wield swords from a young age and made them consume elixirs worth a house.
And
Even the daughters of Prient married into other warrior families. The Prient bloodline was not exclusive to Prient.
Shiron was scribbling Hugos words in a notebook without realizing it.
Uncle, have you also participated in the Subjugation Festival?
Of course.
Hugo nodded, seemingly reminiscing. It was the year he had just had his coming-of-age ceremony in Dawn Castle. The festival was hosted by the newly enthroned emperor.
Its a story from over 20 years ago, but I remember it vividly. There, I crushed the faces and knocked out the teeth of offspring from other families.
Why did you do that?
They mocked me as a northerner bumpkin.
Upon receiving Shirons question, Hugo, who had been kind, crumpled his gentle expression and said.
Ultimately, its a place where the spirited ones showcase their power, so minor quarrels happen frequently.
Heh
Shiron sighed with his eyes slightly open. Wasnt it a hopeful event where everyone combined their strength to ward off the waves of magical beasts? The term wilderness seemed to fit well here.
But it seems like Franz doesnt expect you to perform there.
Because I am too young?
Hugo slowly nodded.
Yes. It would be good if you could perform there. But it doesnt matter if you cant.
But, you are not opposing my participation in the Subjugation Festival.
I wont stop you. If you dont want to go, you dont have to. But, there was a rudeness to Franz before. It could be troublesome if you refuse his kindness.
Hugo sighed, thinking of his ill-tempered friend.
Franz is not a fool to have vain hopes. And he will not create a situation to earn my hatred.
Several nights had passed since then.
Shiron, seemingly deep in thought, stroked his chin with his tiny hands.
I really dont want to go.
It seemed to be a habit from his previous life, but Shiron terribly disliked attending events where he had to just show his face.
Maybe it should be called something like a training event.
Company outings promoted camaraderie among employees, and school trips had the meaning of traveling. But training events? Werent they just inexplicable group stays?
-Depending on your behavior, this assistant can be either an angel or a devil.
Nonsense.
He recalled unpleasant memories. Moreover, the Subjugation Festival, though named a festival, was merely a slaughter event where you just had to kill the attacking beasts. It would have been nice if there were something like visible experience points to feel a sense of accomplishment, getting stronger as you defeat more beasts, experiencing real-time [Level Up!] events
Reincarnation of the Sword Saint didnt have such elements at all.
He understood that the Emperor had intentions to promote him, but Shiron didnt need to risk his life to gain fame and respect. His only goal was to kill the Apostle.
But not going also had its issues.
Franz of the Iron Blood was a lunatic. A lunatic more worried about the future of the country than where his child went and got hit. Shiron didnt want to criticize his inhuman aspect since it matched the caliber of an emperor. However, he just didnt want that lunatic to block his path.
Is there a way to just blend in and act moderately
In the dining room of the annex, Shiron spoke to his sister, who was playing with a piece of bread.
Lucia.
Hmm?
Shiron softly smiled at his sister, who was tilting her head.
Do you want to go to the festival with me?
Fe, festival? All of a sudden?
Lucias eyes widened at the seemingly abrupt proposal. The word festival made Lucias heart flutter a little.
What kind of festival? A snow festival? Or is it like a harvest festival?
Um something like that.
It was not a completely irrelevant word.
Shiron smiled, recalling what Hugo had said.
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Chapter 65: Subjugation Festival (1)
Inside Hugos office.
Amidst the pile of documents, Hugo, who was busy with some out-of-place paperwork, felt a presence gradually approaching.
Knock-knock-
-Its me, uncle.
The voice from beyond the door, accompanied by a knock, belonged to his nephew.
Come in.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
Hugo said while squinting his tired eyes from reading tiny text.
What brings you here?
I came to give you a New Years greeting and a gift.
A gift?
The unfamiliar word coming from the boys mouth made Hugo tilt his head in curiosity.
At his age, he should be more accustomed to receiving gifts, and to think he is bringing a gift along with New Years greetings
Despite the slyness, Hugo wore a pleased smile. Shiron bowed slightly in accord with Hugos rhythm.
Yes, its my humble gesture towards the pillar of this household.
Ha, hahaha.
Hugo eventually burst into laughter. It was said that praise always felt good to hear. Although he had heard enough praises to make his ears sore throughout his life, hearing it from his nephew brought a new sentiment.
What is the gift?
I hope you will like it.
As Hugo leaned forward, Shiron placed a glass bottle on the desk. The bottle was filled with a reddish-brown liquid.
Is it liquor?
Yes.
Shiron softly smiled as he replied. From what he had observed over the year, there werent many gifts available that would genuinely please Hugo.
A suitable gift, yet something not attainable anywhere else. The one thing satisfying both conditions was liquor.
A few months ago, Shiron had sent Encia to Dawn Castle to obtain a whiskey aged for an incredible period in a place where ice didnt melt, too precious to just let it spoil without exposing it to the outside.
The bottle placed in front of Hugo was initially intended for the emperor, but its availability was uncertain, so it was partitioned beforehand.
Thud-
When Shiron, with skilled hand movements, opened the lid, a unique sweet smell gradually filled the room. Even without any markings, Hugo immediately recognized what was inside the unlabeled bottle.
Its the liquor from Dawn Castle.
You recognized it instantly.
Its been a long time indeed.
Hugo looked at the bottle with nostalgia in his eyes. A luxury he had tasted once during his coming-of-age ceremony. He wanted to drink it when he visited Dawn Castle for the succession ceremony, but Hugo wasnt the head of the household then, and he couldnt ask Yuma for it out of pride.
Im glad you like it.
Shiron saw the smile on Hugos face and smiled along.
However, at some point, Hugo stopped smiling. He tightly closed his mouth while watching Shirons laughter.
And shortly, a firm resolution embedded itself in Hugos heart, and he spoke.
Shiron.
Yes.
I cannot agree to this favor.
Pardon?
Even though he hadnt made any requests yet, Hugo began with a refusal. At his firmness, Shiron widened his eyes slightly.
I, I havent said anything yet.
Shiron, you are becoming a bit frightening.
Hugo pushed the bottle in front of him forward. It clearly seemed like he was refusing the gift.
It was last year.
Hugo slowly spoke, pulling his leaning body slightly backward.
When you made that outrageous request to let you become a ruffian, I simply thought you would turn out to be a drunkard or a playboy.
This applied to warriors as well. They trained their children to wield swords from a young age and made them consume elixirs worth a house.
And
Even the daughters of Prient married into other warrior families. The Prient bloodline was not exclusive to Prient.
Shiron was scribbling Hugos words in a notebook without realizing it.
Uncle, have you also participated in the Subjugation Festival?
Of course.
Hugo nodded, seemingly reminiscing. It was the year he had just had his coming-of-age ceremony in Dawn Castle. The festival was hosted by the newly enthroned emperor.
Its a story from over 20 years ago, but I remember it vividly. There, I crushed the faces and knocked out the teeth of offspring from other families.
Why did you do that?
They mocked me as a northerner bumpkin.
Upon receiving Shirons question, Hugo, who had been kind, crumpled his gentle expression and said.
Ultimately, its a place where the spirited ones showcase their power, so minor quarrels happen frequently.
Heh
Shiron sighed with his eyes slightly open. Wasnt it a hopeful event where everyone combined their strength to ward off the waves of magical beasts? The term wilderness seemed to fit well here.
But it seems like Franz doesnt expect you to perform there.
Because I am too young?
Hugo slowly nodded.
Yes. It would be good if you could perform there. But it doesnt matter if you cant.
But, you are not opposing my participation in the Subjugation Festival.
I wont stop you. If you dont want to go, you dont have to. But, there was a rudeness to Franz before. It could be troublesome if you refuse his kindness.
Hugo sighed, thinking of his ill-tempered friend.
Franz is not a fool to have vain hopes. And he will not create a situation to earn my hatred.
Several nights had passed since then.
Shiron, seemingly deep in thought, stroked his chin with his tiny hands.
I really dont want to go.
It seemed to be a habit from his previous life, but Shiron terribly disliked attending events where he had to just show his face.
Maybe it should be called something like a training event.
Company outings promoted camaraderie among employees, and school trips had the meaning of traveling. But training events? Werent they just inexplicable group stays?
-Depending on your behavior, this assistant can be either an angel or a devil.
Nonsense.
He recalled unpleasant memories. Moreover, the Subjugation Festival, though named a festival, was merely a slaughter event where you just had to kill the attacking beasts. It would have been nice if there were something like visible experience points to feel a sense of accomplishment, getting stronger as you defeat more beasts, experiencing real-time [Level Up!] events
Reincarnation of the Sword Saint didnt have such elements at all.
He understood that the Emperor had intentions to promote him, but Shiron didnt need to risk his life to gain fame and respect. His only goal was to kill the Apostle.
But not going also had its issues.
Franz of the Iron Blood was a lunatic. A lunatic more worried about the future of the country than where his child went and got hit. Shiron didnt want to criticize his inhuman aspect since it matched the caliber of an emperor. However, he just didnt want that lunatic to block his path.
Is there a way to just blend in and act moderately
In the dining room of the annex, Shiron spoke to his sister, who was playing with a piece of bread.
Lucia.
Hmm?
Shiron softly smiled at his sister, who was tilting her head.
Do you want to go to the festival with me?
Fe, festival? All of a sudden?
Lucias eyes widened at the seemingly abrupt proposal. The word festival made Lucias heart flutter a little.
What kind of festival? A snow festival? Or is it like a harvest festival?
Um something like that.
It was not a completely irrelevant word.
Shiron smiled, recalling what Hugo had said.
Chapter 65: Subjugation Festival 1Inside Hugos office.Amidst the pile of documents, Hugo, who was busy with some out-of-place paperwork, felt a presence gradually approaching.Knock-knock--Its me, uncle.The voice from beyond the door, accompanied by a knock, belonged to his nephew.Come in.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.Hugo said while squinting his tired eyes from reading tiny text.What brings you here?I came to give you a New Years greeting and a gift.A gift?The unfamiliar word coming from the boys mouth made Hugo tilt his head in curiosity.At his age, he should be more accustomed to receiving gifts, and to think he is bringing a gift along with New Years greetingsDespite the slyness, Hugo wore a pleased smile. Shiron bowed slightly in accord with Hugos rhythm.Yes, its my humble gesture towards the pillar of this household.Ha, hahaha.Hugo eventually burst into laughter. It was said that praise always felt good to hear. Although he had heard enough praises to make his ears sore throughout his life, hearing it from his nephew brought a new sentiment.What is the gift?I hope you will like it.As Hugo leaned forward, Shiron placed a glass bottle on the desk. The bottle was filled with a reddish-brown liquid.Is it liquor?Yes.Shiron softly smiled as he replied. From what he had observed over the year, there werent many gifts available that would genuinely please Hugo.A suitable gift, yet something not attainable anywhere else. The one thing satisfying both conditions was liquor.A few months ago, Shiron had sent Encia to Dawn Castle to obtain a whiskey aged for an incredible period in a place where ice didnt melt, too precious to just let it spoil without exposing it to the outside.The bottle placed in front of Hugo was initially intended for the emperor, but its availability was uncertain, so it was partitioned beforehand.Thud-When Shiron, with skilled hand movements, opened the lid, a unique sweet smell gradually filled the room. Even without any markings, Hugo immediately recognized what was inside the unlabeled bottle.Its the liquor from Dawn Castle.You recognized it instantly.Its been a long time indeed.Hugo looked at the bottle with nostalgia in his eyes. A luxury he had tasted once during his coming-of-age ceremony. He wanted to drink it when he visited Dawn Castle for the succession ceremony, but Hugo wasnt the head of the household then, and he couldnt ask Yuma for it out of pride.Im glad you like it.Shiron saw the smile on Hugos face and smiled along.However, at some point, Hugo stopped smiling. He tightly closed his mouth while watching Shirons laughter.And shortly, a firm resolution embedded itself in Hugos heart, and he spoke.Shiron.Yes.I cannot agree to this favor.Pardon?Even though he hadnt made any requests yet, Hugo began with a refusal. At his firmness, Shiron widened his eyes slightly.I, I havent said anything yet.Shiron, you are becoming a bit frightening.Hugo pushed the bottle in front of him forward. It clearly seemed like he was refusing the gift.It was last year.Hugo slowly spoke, pulling his leaning body slightly backward.When you made that outrageous request to let you become a ruffian, I simply thought you would turn out to be a drunkard or a playboy.This applied to warriors as well. They trained their children to wield swords from a young age and made them consume elixirs worth a house.AndEven the daughters of Prient married into other warrior families. The Prient bloodline was not exclusive to Prient.Shiron was scribbling Hugos words in a notebook without realizing it.Uncle, have you also participated in the Subjugation Festival?Of course.Hugo nodded, seemingly reminiscing. It was the year he had just had his coming-of-age ceremony in Dawn Castle. The festival was hosted by the newly enthroned emperor.Its a story from over 20 years ago, but I remember it vividly. There, I crushed the faces and knocked out the teeth of offspring from other families.Why did you do that?They mocked me as a northerner bumpkin.Upon receiving Shirons question, Hugo, who had been kind, crumpled his gentle expression and said.Ultimately, its a place where the spirited ones showcase their power, so minor quarrels happen frequently.HehShiron sighed with his eyes slightly open. Wasnt it a hopeful event where everyone combined their strength to ward off the waves of magical beasts? The term wilderness seemed to fit well here.But it seems like Franz doesnt expect you to perform there.Because I am too young?Hugo slowly nodded.Yes. It would be good if you could perform there. But it doesnt matter if you cant.But, you are not opposing my participation in the Subjugation Festival.I wont stop you. If you dont want to go, you dont have to. But, there was a rudeness to Franz before. It could be troublesome if you refuse his kindness.Hugo sighed, thinking of his ill-tempered friend.Franz is not a fool to have vain hopes. And he will not create a situation to earn my hatred.Several nights had passed since then.Shiron, seemingly deep in thought, stroked his chin with his tiny hands.I really dont want to go.It seemed to be a habit from his previous life, but Shiron terribly disliked attending events where he had to just show his face.Maybe it should be called something like a training event.Company outings promoted camaraderie among employees, and school trips had the meaning of traveling. But training events? Werent they just inexplicable group stays?-Depending on your behavior, this assistant can be either an angel or a devil.Nonsense.He recalled unpleasant memories. Moreover, the Subjugation Festival, though named a festival, was merely a slaughter event where you just had to kill the attacking beasts. It would have been nice if there were something like visible experience points to feel a sense of accomplishment, getting stronger as you defeat more beasts, experiencing real-time Level Up! eventsReincarnation of the Sword Saint didnt have such elements at all.He understood that the Emperor had intentions to promote him, but Shiron didnt need to risk his life to gain fame and respect. His only goal was to kill the Apostle.But not going also had its issues.Franz of the Iron Blood was a lunatic. A lunatic more worried about the future of the country than where his child went and got hit. Shiron didnt want to criticize his inhuman aspect since it matched the caliber of an emperor. However, he just didnt want that lunatic to block his path.Is there a way to just blend in and act moderatelyIn the dining room of the annex, Shiron spoke to his sister, who was playing with a piece of bread.Lucia.Hmm?Shiron softly smiled at his sister, who was tilting her head.Do you want to go to the festival with me?Fe, festival? All of a sudden?Lucias eyes widened at the seemingly abrupt proposal. The word festival made Lucias heart flutter a little.What kind of festival? A snow festival? Or is it like a harvest festival?Um something like that.It was not a completely irrelevant word.Shiron smiled, recalling what Hugo had said.
