I Became A Hidden Powerhouse Of The British Empire [EN]: Chapter 394

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“Ah… Communists… Ugh…”

MacParlan was certain he deserved praise for his restraint in not uttering a curse.

He was seriously starting to doubt whether he had taken on a commission from a lunatic.

If he thought there was a huge organization behind it, but it was just a madman’s delusion, nothing could be more absurd.

“Of course, I know it’s hard to believe. But…”

“Ah, wait a minute. So you’re not joking, you’re serious? Not a metaphor, not a joke, but a real story?”

“Yes. This is definitely true.”

“Hoo…”

So, the power behind the British Empire, the owner of the Suez Canal.

The King of Canada and a saint about to be revered as a living god in Ireland is a communist?

He could swear it was definitely in the top three of the craziest things he had ever heard.

“Do you know how I feel right now?”

“You probably want me to get lost right now, right? But I have proof.”

“Ah, yes, you would. Then I’ll be going now…”

“If you see this, you’ll understand.”

The client carefully took out a book from his pocket and slid it forward.

He was curious as to why he was talking such nonsense, so he opened the book and looked at the contents.

“What is this? A diary? An autobiography?”

“Yes. This is part of the old diary of Marx, a famous professor in the British Empire. If you read this, you will see all the details of Killian’s in-depth discussions with Marx about communism.”

“So, is that Professor Marx a communist?”

MacParlan knew Marx as a famous economist and philosopher.

But he had never heard of him engaging in communist activities.

In the first place, if he were a true commie, shouldn’t he have joined the South [Confederate States of America]?

“Of course, Marx is not currently engaged in communist activities. But at that time, Marx was an ardent communist, and this can be confirmed by records. Furthermore, Engels, the current Secretary-General of the South, was also present at this time.”

“…Engels?”

“Yes. In the end, Killian’s contribution to the birth of the current communist state’s Secretary-General Engels is by no means small. He has many unknown dark sides like this.”

“Hmm…”

MacParlan skimmed through the book that the client had presented as evidence.

Clearly, the conversations between Marx, Engels, and Killian were written in quite detail, and the content was so deep that it was difficult to understand immediately.

“But are you sure this isn’t fabricated evidence?”

“Yes. This is a transcription of some of the diaries written by Marx and Engels. They must have the originals as well.”

“Uh… wait. Then how did you get this evidence? Are we going to be in danger because of this…?”

“Ah, no. Don’t worry. Nothing about this will put us in danger.”

*If the information wasn’t obtained illegally, does that mean it was leaked internally?*

*But if that’s the case, then the person behind it is Marx or Engels, which is too obvious.*

*This guy isn’t stupid, so would he reveal the person behind him so easily?*

It seemed like he needed to find out more.

“Hmm… I understand for now. The information is too far from my common sense, so I was a little confused. But even if the King of Canada was once a communist, isn’t it a logical leap to assume that he was plotting something behind the scenes?”

“If you only look at this one case, that might be true, but there have been too many suspicious things happening around him. So if you investigate, you will definitely find something.”

“…I understand. Let’s investigate on the assumption that this is true. However, please understand that it may take some time since this is a serious matter.”

“Of course. But I hope you will let me know the progress from time to time.”

“Don’t worry about that. We will never disappoint our customers.”

MacParlan had been digging into the pasts of all sorts of people, but this case was far beyond his perception.

*Killian is a communist…*

*If he kept thinking about it, he felt like he would go crazy, so he should report it to the higher-ups and wait for orders.*

He wondered what Pinkerton or James would say to this absurd statement.

* * *

I had recently been using my brain for the first time in a while, and I felt like I was back in the old days.

“Pinkerton has informed me of the progress. There was an interesting statement written there.”

“So, this is how it comes out, huh?”

“A communist? Isn’t that a frame that no one could have imagined?”

“I need to find out where that was leaked from. It’s too easy to assume that Marx or Engels is the culprit, since the client revealed it so easily.”

“Pinkerton is also advising the same.”

*When was the last time I used my brain and reasoned like this in recent years?*

Various possibilities come to mind, but there is no need to use my brain unnecessarily right now.

There is not enough information, so who leaked it, who is the culprit, is a futile act.

The most efficient way is to go to one of the parties involved and get the information.

“Where is Marx?”

“I already called him.”

“Good, good. You’re quick with your work.”

“Then I’ll go back before Marx arrives. He doesn’t know about my relationship with Your Majesty.”

As James quickly took care of things and left, I didn’t have anything to do. It’s so comfortable.

It would be nice if he could continue to work by my side, but if I said that, he would run away immediately, right?

Now that I’m old, it’s right to leave him alone so that he can live comfortably and leisurely.

However, this time the matter is serious, so he is helping me with my work.

If I keep holding on to him, his body might break down before his mind does.

As James left to rest, Marx rushed into the room as if he was passing the baton.

“Your Majesty! What on earth is going on?”

“What do you mean what’s going on? A report of your old embarrassing history has been stolen by someone and is about to come out into the world.”

“Who on earth would do such a thing… No, in the first place, why was it stolen?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you leaked it?”

Of course, I thought there was a 0% chance of that from the beginning, but Marx’s reaction was more intense than expected.

“There’s no way! What wealth or glory would I gain from spreading the records of my dark past? If I could, I would rather burn them all and erase the records.”

“I thought so. So, I’m asking, do you have the original diary?”

“Yes. But since I became a professor, I’ve locked it in my safe and never taken it out, so there’s no way it could have been leaked. Engels is the only one who knows about the contents.”

“Then, the more I think about it, the more it seems like Engels is the culprit… That’s strange, isn’t it?”

*Isn’t it strange that the real culprit is coming out so easily, no matter how you think about it?*

“Or maybe Engels is the leaker, but the person trying to dig into Your Majesty’s past based on this is someone else? After all, even if he gets caught, he can just put the blame on Engels.”

“I was thinking the same thing. There’s no guarantee that the leaker and the guy digging into my past are the same person.”

But if you ask if Engels needs to leak that diary, the answer is, why bother?

Again, this is something that I can’t figure out on my own, so I need to hear the opinion of Marx, who is Engels’ biggest interested party.

“Is Engels the type to spill the beans easily?”

“It’s difficult to say for sure, but he basically likes to brag. He also likes to teach.”

“I see. Then, would Engels gain anything by leaking the old contents?”

“He might gain something, but there would be more harm than good. Isn’t Engels the current Secretary-General of the South? Exposing the records of his immature days would not benefit his prestige.”

“Right. So, you’re saying it’s confusing.”

Circumstantially, this fact did not leak from Marx, so the source of the information must be Engels.

If he leaked it intentionally with something in mind, it must have been before he established a communist state in the South.

But if it was an accident or coincidence, it wouldn’t be strange no matter when it happened.

Excluding speculation and exaggeration, the area where reasonable inference is possible is only up to this point.

Beyond this, I had to get more information from the other side somehow.

“Does Your Majesty personally suspect anyone?”

“If I had to pick someone, I honestly don’t think there is anyone.”

There’s no way someone like me, who has only walked a steady and righteous path, would have caused someone to shed tears of blood… but I can’t honestly say that with a clear conscience.

Rather, the problem is that there are so many candidates that it is impossible to pick just one.

“Then there’s nothing I can do. Please let me know if you get more information. I will also do my best to find out.”

“You’re surprisingly enthusiastic? I thought I would have to ask you, but I’m grateful that you’re offering to help.”

“…I don’t want my embarrassing records to spread. Instead, I will do my best to help you, so I would be very grateful if you could find out how far it has been leaked.”

Of course, of course. It’s really scary to have your dark history spread.

People in this era didn’t use SNS [Social Networking Services], so there’s less risk of that, but most people in the 21st century would foam at the mouth and grab the back of their necks if their middle and high school posts were all publicly displayed.

Especially if you have a high position, your past dark history can be fatal.

Perhaps the person who is more desperate than anyone else is Marx here.

“Then, now that things have turned out this way, how about we start putting that into action when this is over?”

“When you say that…”

“The South is starting to stabilize, and we’ve taken over Puerto Rico, so we’re gaining even more momentum, so I think we should put some pressure on them. Since someone is trying to attack me by framing me as a communist, wouldn’t it be a good opportunity?”

I’ve sucked up almost everything I can from the existence of the South.

I don’t know if the South is behind this, but there’s no need to leave it any longer.

Marx seemed to be organizing his thoughts for a moment, then he licked his lips bitterly.

“Should I attack Engels?”

“Can you do that?”

“I have to. When you think about it, it’s a situation I created.”

The battle between the original Communist Cheonma [a powerful demonic figure in martial arts stories] and the newborn Communist Blood Demon.

In order to see the magnificent battle of the century, we must first end this tedious preliminary skirmish quickly.

However, I have no intention of just burying it and moving on.

Isn’t this the first attempt to directly touch me, not anyone else?

I will drag out not only the person involved but also all the organizations involved and thoroughly review everything from A to Z.

From that point of view, it might be fortunate that this kind of thing happened now.

It’s an opportunity to review everything from scratch before a real loophole is exposed.

“Marx, of course you know all about the theories that the South is currently advocating, right?”

“Of course. After all, the basis is Engelsism… so in fact, it’s based on the theories I created in the past.”

“Then, are there any contents among the theories you created in the past that are not included in Engelsism?”

“Of course there are. I can tell you right now.”

“Good. Then, I’m sorry to bother you, but please organize it into a book and hand it over to me.”

If you want to drag out the hyena that is moving insidiously from behind, you have to throw bait.

Also, it is necessary to prepare not stingy, rotten, stale meat, but fresh meat with dripping juices.

If I release shocking information and slowly drop the rice cakes [Korean slang for hints or promises], they will no longer be able to hide in the bushes.

So, shall we see what happens?

What kind of reaction will they show if I tell them that Killian is not just a communist, but a mastermind who moved Engels to establish a communist state in the South?

Engels, who was manipulated, doesn’t even know it, so he will jump up and deny it, but surprisingly, this was all true.