Emperor of Steel [EN]: Chapter 75

9. The Re-Amplified Conflict

1

While the Marquisate of Lakan was developing at a dazzling pace, the Marquisate of Myers still held the most power in the southern part of the Baroque Empire. Their private military alone consisted of over 900 knights in four knight orders and 250 Gigants [large, humanoid war machines]. This was comparable to the entire military strength of a moderate duchy.

The foundation of this military power came from 17 cities of varying sizes and vast farmlands. The immense wealth generated from these sources firmly supported the marquisate. Moreover, the Marquisate of Myers was the de facto leader of the noble faction, leading the noble territories in the south.

With such military, financial, and political power, the Marquis of Myers and his retainers were extraordinarily proud. They didn’t just see themselves as descendants of the former Milton Duchy; they harbored ambitions beyond that.

“Finally, you’ve arrived.”

A one-armed young man, dressed in clothes from the Southern Continent, appeared in front of the Lord’s Manor of the Marquisate of Myers. His face, weary from a long journey, was filled with tension and anxiety.

‘It would be troublesome if I’m rejected here too. I have to meet the Marquis somehow.’

“Halt.”

As the young man approached, a knight wearing a breastplate bearing the clear emblem of the Marquisate of Myers blocked his path.

“I have urgent matters to discuss with the Marquis, so please guide me.”

“What? You want to meet the Marquis?”

The knight, after looking the one-armed young man up and down, wore a disdainful expression. Judging by the sword at his waist, he seemed like a mercenary from who-knows-where. Every day, dozens of people came, listing unheard-of achievements, seeking employment.

“The Marquis is a very busy man. He is not so idle as to meet the likes of you, so go away.”

At the knight’s cold response, the one-armed young man spoke with a desperate expression.

“It’s about something that could greatly benefit the Baroque Imperial Family. It would be advantageous to the Marquis, not a loss, so please let me meet him.”

“Hmph! Do you think you’re the only one who comes here spouting nonsense and demanding to meet His Excellency? If you don’t leave immediately, you’ll get a taste of my club!”

At the knight’s stubborn attitude, the one-armed young man inwardly despaired.

‘Haa, is it not possible here either!’

The one-armed young man, whose true identity was Aslan de Perrier, the prince of the Kingdom of Conrad, had barely escaped death when Raziel betrayed him, his father, and his retainers. He was rescued by a passing merchant ship from the Southern Continent. Seeking revenge, he visited the territories of nobles who were on bad terms with the Baroque Imperial Family.

However, no one welcomed Aslan, who looked like a wandering mercenary. He was often turned away at the door, and no lord would meet him, using the excuse of being busy.

‘Well, looking like this, who would think I’m a prince? It might be stranger if they did meet me.’

Just as he was turning away, filled with disappointment and despair, a loud boom echoed.

Booooom-!

A carriage, emitting white smoke from its chimney, sped towards the Lord’s Manor.

‘A mobile? A noble who is overflowing with money, I see.’

Mobiles, a means of transportation using magic stones, were a symbol of extravagance. However, there was no better item to flaunt wealth and power. This was evident from the fact that the knight, who had been so strict with Aslan, quickly urged the soldiers to open the gate.

But then, the mobile, which he thought would just pass by, stopped, and a familiar voice was heard from inside.

“Are you perhaps Prince Aslan of the Perrier Ducal Family?”

‘Who is it?’

Startled, Aslan looked at the mobile with a wary expression, and the door opened, revealing a man stepping out.

“Y-you are!!”

“Hahaha. Has it been seven years? I never imagined I would see you like this.”

The middle-aged man, who approached Aslan with a friendly smile, was Baron Aaron de Bazo, a confidant of the Marquis of Myers. Baron Aaron had been dispatched as a goodwill envoy to the Holy Artenia Empire in the past. At that time, he had met Aslan, who was studying in the imperial capital, Bless, and they had hit it off, exploring the back alleys of the pleasure district together. That was why he could recognize Aslan at a glance, even though his appearance and attire had changed.

“I heard you went to the Southern Continent with your father, but what brings you here?”

“Ah, that is…”

Thinking it was a good opportunity, Aslan explained to Baron Aaron what he had experienced and the circumstances of the Baroque Imperial Family’s deep involvement in the civil war of the Holy Empire. After hearing his story, Baron Aaron’s eyes flashed.

“Please wait here for a moment. I will take care of urgent matters and then inform the Marquis.”

With those words, he hurriedly got back into the mobile and disappeared inside. Watching the mobile disappear into the Lord’s Manor, Aslan clenched his fists tightly.

‘Clench! Wait, Raziel. No, Emperor Rudolf! I may not have the power to avenge my father and family directly, but I will do my best to hinder your plans!’

Blood dripped from his right hand, but Aslan felt no pain.

2

The Marquis of Myers had been recently plagued by worries. The Emperor’s faction, which had been quiet for a while, had begun to actively move again. They argued that they should reclaim the concessions they had made three years ago to resolve the conflict with the noble faction, and they secretly began to exclude the noble faction from key positions in the military and administration, planting their own people instead.

And that wasn’t all. The tax reduction and tariff policies they had recently introduced were only superficially appealing, and upon closer inspection, they were entirely disadvantageous to the noble faction.

‘What on earth is Emperor Rudolf’s intention? Does he want a civil war?’

The Marquis of Myers felt that something was amiss at the way the Emperor’s faction was pushing the noble faction without any compromise. Then, a great commotion occurred in the imperial capital a few days ago. Demons had appeared in the Veritas Magic Tower, turning the northern part of the imperial capital into a wasteland, and causing great damage to the Central Army and the Imperial Guard. As a result, the pressure from the Emperor’s faction completely disappeared.

The Marquis of Myers, letting out a sigh of relief, was mobilizing all his spies to gather information.

‘How much damage did the Emperor’s faction suffer? Could it be that the Central Army and the Imperial Guard suffered near-total annihilation?’

It was then, as the Marquis of Myers was indulging in subtle expectations, that Baron Aaron, who had gone to Nemesis to gather information, returned.

“So, how much damage did the Emperor’s faction suffer?”

“That is…”

Aaron told him the information he had gathered himself. After hearing his report, the Marquis wore a disappointed expression. The damage to the Emperor’s faction was not as great as he had thought.

“There are rumors that Emperor Rudolf was injured after personally going into battle, but it seems likely to be false.”

No matter how strong the Emperor was, the opponent was a demon, and a high-ranking demon at that. To fight and defeat such a high-ranking demon in a one-on-one battle? It was probably an exaggerated rumor to inflate the Emperor’s martial prowess. The cunning Emperor must have retreated behind the lines while the Imperial Guards fought desperately.

“It would have been nice if the Imperial Palace had been destroyed and the imperial capital had been set ablaze.”

The Imperial Palace was the symbol of the Emperor’s faction. The imperial capital was where the power and wealth of the Emperor’s faction’s nobles were concentrated. If both were destroyed, the Emperor’s faction would suffer enormous damage. Their support base could have been wiped out.

“It’s a shame, but it can’t be helped. Still, we won’t have to endure the Emperor’s faction’s offensive for a while.”

Unfortunately, the situation for the noble faction was different from three years ago. The reason they were helplessly pushed back by the Emperor’s faction’s offensive was because of the conflicts within the noble faction. Even though they should have been united to fight back, the successor who had taken over from the previous Marquis Cabanel was desperately trying to seize even more concessions. Because of that, large and small disputes had occurred within the noble faction, and the Marquis of Myers and Duke Butler had quite a hard time mediating them.

‘Tsk tsk, there’s a saying in the Southern Continent that there are no bad dogs under a tiger father, but how did such a foolish son inherit the title…’

It was then, as the Marquis of Myers was clicking his tongue, that Baron Aaron spoke again with a subtle expression.

“Your Excellency, there is another important piece of information.”

“Important information?”

“Yes, on my way here, I met Prince Aslan at the entrance of the mansion.”

“Aslan? Are you talking about Aslan of the Perrier Ducal Family who rebelled in the Holy Empire and was suppressed?”

“That’s right.”

Aaron told him the story he had heard from Aslan earlier. After hearing his story, the Marquis’s eyes shone intensely. He had come up with a good idea to resolve the conflicts within the noble faction and push back the Emperor’s faction.

“Send a message to all the nobles immediately.”

“Are you going to the imperial capital?”

“Of course, I have to go. I have to go and see the Emperor’s faction’s crumpled faces, and we have to take control of the state affairs.”

Events that were advantageous to the noble faction had occurred one after another, as if God had bestowed his grace. If they used these two events well, they could not only escape the pressure from the Emperor’s faction but also take control of the state affairs.

‘If I can’t take advantage of the prepared meal, I can’t be called an ambitious man.’

Seeing his eyes begin to shine with ambition, Aaron cautiously opened his mouth.

“But the problem is that Aslan lost all the crucial evidence he had gathered while escaping.”

Even if it was a mercenary group sponsored by the Imperial Family, they had to get permission from the Imperial Council to dispatch troops overseas. This was because there had been a time in the past when the nation’s fate had been jeopardized due to indiscriminate troop dispatches. However, the Emperor, who should have been setting an example, had dispatched troops arbitrarily, which was a violation of the empire’s laws and a disregard for the authority of the Imperial Council.

“Hmph, if there’s no evidence, we can just make it up. It might not work in normal times, but now that the imperial capital is in chaos, we can make it work.”

The Marquis of Myers, with a confident expression, called the butler and ordered him to guide Aslan, who was waiting outside, to the guest palace where VIPs stayed.

“Wait for me, Emperor Rudolf! Hahahaha!”

The delighted smile on the Marquis of Myers’s face did not easily fade.

3

“Kuhahahaha!”

Luke, after hearing the story of the Veritas Magic Tower from Hudson, burst into hearty laughter. Although he had planned everything, he had not expected it to work out so well.

“Still, it’s a bit of a shame that the leadership escaped.”

Emperor Rudolf had quickly sent troops, but the quick-witted rats had escaped. Although he had missed the key figures, Luke was not disappointed. He believed that if he destroyed them one by one like this, he would be able to eliminate all his enemies, including Arsen.

“By the way, I heard that the fairies in our territory were briefly agitated while I was away. Have you found out the reason?”

“Well, I personally investigated, but the fairies wouldn’t open their mouths.”

“It wasn’t anything serious, was it?”

“It didn’t seem like it. It seemed like there was some kind of conflict of opinion, as some fairies were observed to be angry, but otherwise, they were the same as usual.”

The fairies of the Lakan territory had decided not to follow the decisions of the fairy leadership. However, they did not betray their leaders’ decisions to the humans. That was the minimum loyalty they had for their own kind.

“Hmm, is that so? Still, we don’t know, so keep a close eye on the fairies’ actions.”

They were the ones who had betrayed his trust once. In order not to lose another precious person, Luke intended to keep an eye on the fairies.

After Hudson left, Luke continued the Gigant design he had been working on earlier. Having already accumulated considerable knowledge and skill, his hand moved freely, drawing thick and thin lines on the parchment. He had already completed the design for the remaining parts and magic circles, except for the core components. What he was doing now was integrating those parts into one. Where to place which part, how to draw the magic circles, and so on.

After being engrossed in his work for a while, Luke suddenly looked at the clock. Knowing that it was time for his appointment, he headed to the Katarina Magic Tower.

Luke’s steps stopped at the training ground. There, Hwangbo-sung was waiting.

“My lord, have you arrived?”

“Yes, was the sparring satisfactory?”

At Luke’s question, Hwangbo-sung raised his fist and grinned.

“No one lasted more than 100 exchanges against my fist.”

Under Luke’s instructions, Hwangbo-sung was able to spar to his heart’s content with Rogers and Kaper. It was helpful for Hwangbo-sung, but it was also a good experience for the two, who had been determined to improve since their defeat against Shaikhan. When Philip and other knights who were watching joined in, a sparring boom occurred in the Lakan territory.

“I’m glad you were satisfied. Then, would you summon the wooden ox?”

“Understood.”

Having done it several times already, Hwangbo-sung skillfully planted flags on the floor, wrote letters, and then formed a hand seal.

“…Lin, Pyo, To, Ja, All, Array, Forward!”

Hwangbo-sung, having finished chanting the spell, struck the floor with his fist. Then, a red line was drawn on the floor, and a wooden ox emerged.

The mages and blacksmiths inside the Jukigo, who had initially been amazed by it, now glanced at it with indifference and returned to their work.

‘My lord, I’ll return to sparring. Please handle it with care,’ Hwangbo-sung said, saluting Luke before hurrying towards the knights’ training ground.

His mind raced with thoughts of which martial arts techniques he would use against the knights awaiting him.

As Hwangbo-sung departed, Luke approached the wooden ox and began conducting various experiments.

He touched the wooden ox’s material, carefully copying the shapes, pictures, and magically imbued letters engraved in various places onto paper for closer examination.

The wooden ox was a weapon constructed using a completely different system than the Gigant [a large, humanoid war machine].

Its power source was not magic but Taoist sorcery [a system of magic and spiritual practices originating in China].

This power, similar to ether [a hypothetical medium for the propagation of light and other electromagnetic waves], moved the wooden ox through spells and techniques inscribed all over the ironwood.

Luke focused on the double ironwood. According to Hwangbo-sung, ironwood reacted to a person’s ki [life force or energy], or aura, far more sensitively than other trees.

The reaction speed of the wooden ox, made from this ironwood, was faster than that of the Gigant.

One reason for Philip’s earlier defeat against Hwangbo-sung was his lack of skill, but another was his slower reaction speed.

‘If I use ironwood with these properties, could it replace the expensive radium alloy?’ Luke wondered.

After slightly detaching the ironwood from the wooden ox, Luke conducted numerous experiments and tests.

Through these, he discovered that ironwood could indeed sufficiently replace radium alloy.

‘Hahaha! I knew my idea was correct!’ Luke exclaimed, his face beaming with a smile, which soon hardened.

‘But is ironwood an easy material to obtain?’

Over the next few days, Luke gathered all encyclopedias and books related to plants and thoroughly examined them.

He searched for any mention of ironwood growing on the Rodisia continent but found no similar tree.

‘Does it only grow on the southern continent?’ he mused.

He would have to import it, but he didn’t think it would be a major issue. Compared to the past, trade with the South was quite active now.

Even if he were to make a wooden ox, he could obtain enough ironwood for a synchronization helm [a device used to enhance mental connection].

However, Luke’s expression hardened again at Hwangbo-sung’s explanation.

‘If you want ironwood processed with Taoist sorcery, you have to go to the Zhuge family,’ Hwangbo-sung stated.

‘Can we get it there? What’s the price?’ Luke asked.

Hwangbo-sung shook his head. ‘The Zhuge family doesn’t sell processed ironwood. They only use it themselves.’

The ironwood itself could be obtained in the highlands of the southern continent.

The problem was that it needed to be processed with Taoist sorcery to gain the property of reacting to aura.

The secret to processing ironwood was held exclusively by the Zhuge family, and if they didn’t sell it, all efforts would be in vain.

‘First, I should send someone to the Zhuge family and try to purchase it,’ Luke decided.

If that didn’t work, he would try to obtain at least the raw ironwood.

This order from Luke was delivered to the Kirillov Trading Company, which actively traded with the southern continent, with the tag ‘Top Priority’.

4

An old temple in the eastern valley of the Volga Republic.

Elder Nanas, the current head of the Fairy Representative Council, couldn’t stay still and kept flying around the room.

The silver wings of the fairy trembled, and powder fell, but her cold face was full of irritation.

‘Nothing is going right!’ she exclaimed.

The biggest reason for her frustration was her failure to open the gate to the Spirit Realm [a dimension inhabited by spirits and magical beings].

The next thing that infuriated her was Erewen’s betrayal.

When a countermeasure meeting was held to attempt opening the gate to the Spirit Realm again, Erewen vehemently opposed it.

Not only that, but she had even run away without submitting to confinement.

It was truly unbelievable that a disciple of Erenes, the prophet of the fairies, would do such a thing.

‘That girl’s words and actions can’t be the will of Erenes, right? Yes, that must be it. She must have been tainted while living with humans in the past…’ Nanas thought.

Regardless, the problem was that they had failed to capture Erewen.

It was said that they were interrupted by a knight of tremendous skill along the way.

He seemed to be no ordinary person, as Sylvia, who had received the report about him, immediately returned to the Republic’s intelligence department.

‘The problem is Erewen. If that bitch tells Princess Reina unnecessary things, things will become more difficult,’ Nanas worried.

Now, unlike in the past, Reina was not an easy person to kidnap.

She had become the Pope of the Holy Artenia Empire and was guarded by Grand Duke Gregory, the second strongest person on the continent, and the Undying Legion he led.

If they carelessly touched her, only they, or rather the entire fairy race, would suffer.

The previous letter was sent with the intention of coaxing her because it was impossible to secure Reina’s safety by force.

Ding, ding, ding.

When Nanas struck the bell on the table, a dark elf who had been waiting outside entered.

He was Hairun, an agent of the Republic’s intelligence department.

‘Did you call for me?’ he asked.

‘Has there been any response to the letter sent to the Holy Empire’s Imperial Palace?’ Nanas inquired.

‘Unfortunately, no,’ Hairun replied, his expression crestfallen as Elder Nanas’s eyes turned cold.

‘I think it will take a little more time. The letter wasn’t delivered directly, and I heard that Princess Reina… no, the Pope, has been busy with state affairs recently,’ he explained.

With the expulsion of the regent Constantine, the political world of the Holy Empire fell into shock and chaos.

Reina did not miss the opportunity and relentlessly proceeded with reforms.

She replaced the ministers of each department, reformed the internal affairs, and revised the flawed systems and laws.

At the same time, she held meetings with the leaders of each sect, including the Lutheran priest of the Holy Assembly, and the marginalized local lords.

She selected talented people regardless of their background, secured finances, and rescued the poor.

Thanks to this, the Holy Empire was quickly recovering from the aftereffects of the civil war and regaining stability.

‘Not only that, but she is also restoring the rights and interests of our brothers who have been unfairly treated in the Holy Empire, saying that fairies are also children of the same god,’ Hairun added.

‘Shut up! Are you siding with humans now?’ Nanas snapped.

‘But it is true that her actions are of great help to our fairies…’ Hairun mumbled.

‘To truly help our brothers and sisters, we must open the gate to the Spirit Realm! Such appeasement policies are mere deception!’ Nanas declared.

Nanas was displeased with Reina’s appeasement policy and even the Volga Republic, which was lenient towards fairies.

It was true that they were worth using, but considering the pride of being descendants of the magic empire Avalon, she could not tolerate it.

‘How dare those barbarians, who were nothing more than livestock and slaves, stand above us, who taught them civilization? It may have been so until now, but it will never be so in the future!’ she exclaimed.

In her view, humans were inferior beings, weaker, duller, more foolish, uglier, and even shorter-lived than fairies.

They were able to dominate the continent because they had good reproductive abilities and were excellent at stealing and learning, but she thought that this wrong history should end now.

‘To do that, we must open the gate to the Spirit Realm at all costs…’ Nanas thought.

Just as Nanas’s obsession was developing into madness, the door opened, and a Lycanthrope [a werewolf-like creature] entered.

He was a warrior in charge of pursuing Erewen.

‘Have you found out where Erewen is?’ Nanas asked.

‘We lost her near Bless. It is believed that she went to the Holy Palace, and it is said that the knight who was with her was seen traveling alone, as if they had parted ways,’ the Lycanthrope warrior reported.

Just as Nanas’s face was about to contort, the Lycanthrope warrior took out a letter.

‘What is this…?’ Nanas asked.

‘It was sent by the Holy Empire’s Imperial Family through our brothers,’ he replied.

It was undoubtedly a reply to the letter she had sent earlier.

Thinking so, Nanas hurriedly tore open the envelope and examined the contents.

After a while, her face, which had been full of anticipation, was filled with disappointment and anger.

‘I have read the previous letter well.

I am sorry that I have not been able to complete the task you requested, but opening the gate to the Spirit Realm is a matter that needs to be considered more carefully.

I believe that reckless desires can become the seeds of other ambitions and conflicts.

I believe that if we work together, we can open the door to a new future, even without the gate to the Spirit Realm.

Please come visit me anytime if you would like to join me. The door is always open for you.

Reina Petrovna Kirillov’

‘This bitch…!’ Nanas exclaimed.

Shatter! Shatter!

The reply sent by Reina was torn to shreds at Nanas’s fingertips.

From her violent reaction, Hairun and the Lycanthrope warrior could roughly guess what was written in the letter.

‘Consider it carefully? Open the door to the future together? How dare an inferior being!’ Nanas raged.

Although she had turned the words around, it was ultimately a refusal to open the gate to the Spirit Realm.

It was not clear whether Erewen had incited her, but it was clear that the problem could no longer be solved with words.

‘I have no choice but to make her open it, even if she doesn’t want to!’ Nanas declared.

Elder Nanas decided to exploit Reina’s weakness.

She couldn’t help it, even if she was called despicable. She had to open the gate to the Spirit Realm as soon as possible and reproduce the glory of the ancient fairies.

‘Hairun, wasn’t it said that Princess Reina’s lover is Marquis Luke de Lakan?’ Nanas asked.

‘Yes, that’s right. But why…?’ Hairun replied.

‘We must take him hostage. Then Princess Reina will have no choice but to follow our will,’ Nanas stated.

At Nanas’s words, Hairun sighed deeply.

He knew that Nanas had a hasty personality, unlike her cold appearance, but he never thought she would try to do such a thing.

‘Elder, unfortunately, he is not someone we can handle,’ Hairun said.

Even when they kidnapped Princess Reina in the past, he easily defeated the dark elf warriors.

Not only that, but he had also made remarkable achievements while serving in the Baroque Empire army, and his skills had improved accordingly.

‘He has inherited not only the swordsmanship of the hero Lakan but also Seimon’s advancement. Perhaps only a Sword Sage-level master can…’ Hairun explained.

‘He has inherited Seimon’s advancement? Then we can threaten to expose that to their retainers and lure him out,’ Nanas said.

At Nanas’s words, Hairun inwardly pounded his chest and replied.

‘Of course, we will be able to lure him out. But how will you subdue him? Subduing him will require tremendous sacrifices,’ Hairun said.

‘I am willing to make any sacrifice. For the future of the fairies,’ Nanas declared.

‘This crazy woman!’ Hairun thought.

Hairun couldn’t help but get angry.

He wanted to overcome the reality of being oppressed by humans, but he didn’t want to shed futile blood.

No, he wasn’t afraid of dying in battle. But he was worried that the anger would not spread to his own people.

Because Marquis Luke had enough power and influence to take revenge on his own people.

As if seeing through Hairun’s inner thoughts, Nanas smiled faintly and continued.

‘I know what you are worried about and what you are dissatisfied with. But I am not trying to do anything reckless either. Because I have a way to subdue Marquis Lakan for sure,’ Nanas said.

‘You can subdue him?’ Hairun asked.

‘Yes, because there is more than just swords, magic, and divine power in the world,’ Nanas replied.

Hairun, who had been puzzled by Nanas’s words, was momentarily startled.

It was because he remembered that Nanas had said the same thing a long time ago.

At that time, Volga was in the middle of a republican revolution, and the revolutionary army was helplessly pushed back by the king’s army.

Above all, the most troublesome were Kamarov, the commander of the Royal Guard Knights, and Gawain, the royal wizard.

Kamarov was a high-level Sword Master at the time and a swordsman representing Volga, and Gawain was an 8th circle war mage who was one of the best on the continent.

While discussing ways to eliminate these two strongmen who supported the royal family, Nanas came up with a secret plan.

At first, everyone distrusted it, saying it was absurd, but since there was no other way, they accepted her secret plan.

‘And the guardians of the royal family were too easily executed by the revolutionary army,’ Hairun thought.

They died so easily that even the royal army and the revolutionary army did not believe in their deaths.

‘Certainly, if it’s ‘that method’… it will work,’ Hairun thought.

Not a Sword Sage, but even a Sword Sage’s grandfather would never be able to escape.

In other words, if they could trap Marquis Luke, his death was a foregone conclusion.

‘Can you believe me now? Then, knowing that, please prepare as quickly as possible,’ Nanas instructed.

At Nanas’s instruction, Hairun bowed his head and stepped away from her.

Outside the temple, he looked up at the dark night sky.

The images of Kamarov and Gawain, who had been struggling in a swamp as dark as the night sky and were killed, came to mind.

At that time, they couldn’t even move, let alone resist.

‘Marquis Lakan will be in the same situation. He won’t die like them, but…’ Hairun thought.

To save him, Princess Reina would have no choice but to step forward.

Then, as Nanas wanted, the gate to the Spirit Realm would be opened.

‘But will it really end there? Will the world we dream of really come true?’ Hairun wondered.

Hairun could not find an answer to that question.

He had lived for a long time following someone’s orders, and that was still the case now. He took a step forward to create a trap to catch the giant named Luke de Lakan.

(To be continued in Steel Emperor Vol. 9)

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