Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 259

Dwain asked carefully, “Your Majesty, why bring all the knights here to the palace? Can’t we just call them when we need them?”

Not many people dared to question Logan directly. Logan was now really in charge, and everyone knew it.

Logan looked at Dwain and smiled a little. “It’s about money, isn’t it?” he said, chuckling. “You think I’m going to waste magic stones on something silly again?”

Dwain looked surprised for a moment but quickly shook his head as if nothing had happened.

“I’m just asking as someone who serves you. I don’t understand why you’d bother bringing in knights who can be called with a single word from you, even paying for it.”

“It’s to completely change how the kingdom works.”

“…I beg your pardon?”

“I need to fix the country, but I can’t just get rid of all the nobles.”

If I destroy them all, it will take too long to restore order.

Dwain was shocked by this brutal answer. He was so surprised, he almost didn’t hear what Logan said next. He had simply asked about the money, but the response was far too extreme.

“Wh-what on earth are you planning to do?!”

“I told you. I’m going to change how the kingdom works.”

“Yes, but what does that mean…?”

“I want to control all the military power in the kingdom. First, I need to take charge of the knight orders that keep gathering and scattering because of the nobles.”

“But you already control the nobles! You already have that much power!”

“No, that’s not right. The order goes through two steps: me, then the nobles, and then the troops. I want to cut out the middle step.”

“How does that relate to this? And how does removing that one step make a difference?!”

“By removing that step, the kingdom can become much stronger, like the Empire. The Empire is strong because the ruler controls everything directly.”

“…I beg your pardon?!”

Dwain’s face became serious as he understood what Logan meant.

Logan made sure Dwain understood. “A country where the ruler’s wishes are reflected in everything, and no one can object. A country that can respond to problems quickly. Changing the system like that is my main goal right now.”

“But to copy the Empire’s ways…”

“I’ve been thinking about it since I became king. Now that I am king, this seems like the fastest way.”

To copy the Empire’s system in order to stop the Empire.

He understood the idea, but it wasn’t easy to accept.

“Your Majesty…”

Dwain’s face showed a slight worry.

“So, right now, can’t you do it just by giving the order?”

“That’s just temporary, caused by fear.”

“…With all due respect, I can’t imagine the nobles going against you, even later on. It seems like you’re worrying too much.”

“No, it’s better to make it a solid system. Also, gathering all the kingdom’s forces into one big group and training them together will make them stronger.”

As large a framework as possible.

Dwain made a noise in his throat at those words.

Only then did he truly understand Logan’s intention.

“The Empire’s armies…”

“Yes. History has already shown that it’s the easiest way for a ruler to control the military.”

“But even that empire almost fell apart several times because of tyrants who misused the system.”

“Even so, it eventually became the strongest country. Right now, I want to focus on how well it works, not the dangers. Dwain, do you think I’m going to become a tyrant or something?”

People already call you that.

Dwain wanted to say, “People already think you are a tyrant,” but he kept quiet.

Either way, people are already praising you.

Since there were already good results, it was hard to argue.

But after talking so much, he suddenly became curious.

He wondered about the thoughts of this young man who had gone from being a troublemaker to an heir, and now Dwain fully respected Logan as his ruler.

“…Your Majesty, if I may ask.”

“Hmm?”

“If the Empire wasn’t a threat… no, what will you do after we overcome it?”

“What else? I’ll rest.”

“…I beg your pardon?”

“I’ll rest completely. Until I’m so tired of it that I don’t even want to rest anymore.”

Logan’s answer was simple, like it was obvious. Then Logan said something even stranger.

“Because I’ve been running while only looking at that goal for too long.”

“Ah…? Yes. Th-that…?”

Dwain was too confused to continue speaking.

“Hooah…!”

How many times had this happened now?

Galan, a knight from the Daltan territory, was once again so surprised that his mouth dropped open, not caring about manners.

But luckily, no one was making fun of him. Most of the other knights who were watching the joint training of the Royal Knights and the McLaine and Esperanza Knights had similar expressions.

The sight of over 2,000 knights from three different knight orders moving together perfectly was amazing, but the training itself was even more shocking.

They’re crazy. They’re lunatics.

He had already realized after several days that the Royal Knights’ training was not normal.

Endless running around the outer walls of the royal palace until they were exhausted.

Climbing cliffs while carrying rocks, which was supposed to be wall training, but seemed more dangerous than a real battle.

Sword fighting with real iron swords, so hard it looked like a real battle.

Still, up to this point, it could be seen as a more intense version of regular knight training.

But what he was seeing now was completely beyond him.

Why is a person running while carrying a horse?

“What is that…?”

Isn’t that abuse, not training?

Before Galan could finish his question, Head Instructor Heinkel, who had been guiding him, quickly continued with a small sigh.

“Yes. In our McLaine, ahem, ahem, and the Royal Knights’ horsemanship training, the horses ride the people. And the purpose is…”

“What bullsh–”

Galan said without thinking, but his voice quickly disappeared under the instructor’s fierce glare.

Your rebellious attitude is the problem. Someday, it will cause you great trouble. If you want to live a long life, fix your personality.

The words of the now-retired knight order leader vaguely flashed through his mind, but Galan shook his head to clear that warning voice.

Even though he lost his arm, he still looked at things like a great knight. Galan clicked his tongue.

Heinkel stared at Galan for a long time. Galan looked down, unable to meet his eyes. Only then did Heinkel look forward again.

“…The purpose of this training is not only to build physical strength, but more importantly, to help you connect with your horse so it can accept the Force better. If that happens, even a regular knight can use some riding skills that are usually only possible for more skilled knights. We’ve already seen that this can help a knight improve.”

Heinkel continued without stopping.

“…That’s all. I won’t answer any questions.”

“Whew.”

The long sigh showed that he had been asked many questions about this strange training.

But Galan still wanted to ask something.

“I was just wondering, who came up with this crazy training…?”

“I did.”

“…I was just wondering what a brilliant person it was. That’s all. No questions.”

It was a very quick change of attitude, something to be proud of. But it seemed it was too late. Heinkel’s eyes were shining, fixed on Galan again and wouldn’t let go.

Ignoring the intense stare, Galan tried to think of something positive.

Three years. Just think of it as being sent away for three years. After that, I’ll treat you even better.

Those were the words of his lord, Baron Trebo Daltan.

‘Right. What’s a little training? Just think of it as dying and get it over with. When it comes to courage, that’s me, Galan.’

Everyone looked down on the Daltan territory because it was rural, but Galan liked the peaceful, quiet place.

It wasn’t just because it was his hometown.

For Galan, being a knight in the Daltan territory was an easy job where he just had to collect his monthly pay without doing much.

If he felt bored or trapped, he could just take a vacation and go have fun in a big city. He couldn’t understand why his colleagues felt the Daltan territory was so boring.

However, there was something he was looking forward to even here.

‘Well, that Iron Blood Sword was definitely interesting.’

The incredibly rough swordsmanship used by the regular knights.

Galan wondered if Rommel, the skilled knight who was the commander of Daltan’s knights, could beat that regular knight.

As he was having these random thoughts, Heinkel, who had looked away from Galan, said something surprising.

“His Majesty himself went through this training before becoming someone who has become much stronger than normal knights. And he was impressed by how incredibly well it worked.”

It was the moment when the training, which was created to get rid of a useless person, was turned into the secret to becoming a super knight. Heinkel’s eyes shone with pride as he remembered his own past successes. He spoke with such confidence that his made-up story about the training sounded completely real.

Whether that statement really worked or not, the eyes of most of the knights clearly changed.

Heinkel smiled to himself as he watched them.

‘If they’ve heard of His Majesty’s fame, they can’t possibly ignore it.’

Currently, many stories were being told about Logan, who had achieved amazing things in the kingdom.

But among them, what the knights cared about most was how quickly he had grown, becoming a super knight in just 5 to 6 years.

This was already considered a fact because so many people had seen it.

Since Logan had done this training, it was natural for the knights to react that way.

“Come on. Isn’t that a load of bull?”

Except for one troublemaker.

Bzzzt!

“You, no, I mean, you. Out. Now.”

It was the moment Heinkel lost his patience.

“Ouch, my back, my legs, augh….”

Galan kept groaning, but none of the knights felt sorry for him. He was the troublemaker who kept saying things without thinking, and ended up making everyone get punished together.

It was his own fault that he was beaten badly by Sir Francisco Romero, the vice-commander of the Royal Knights.

Of course, even so, Galan’s mouth didn’t stop.

“It’s so unfair that a top knight is hitting me directly. Send out a regular knight for a fair fight.”

It was completely nonsense.

Of course, no one thought Galan would have won even if that happened, but he really thought so.

He could dream all he wanted, but the problem was that Galan didn’t stop talking even when no one was listening.

“When I was younger….”

“In our territory, I….”

“Aish, if I was in good shape, I would have dodged that sword, whoosh whoosh….”

It was almost bedtime, but Galan’s mouth just wouldn’t stop, not noticing the increasingly angry looks around him.

‘I’ll shut his mouth.’

‘I’ll tie his hands.’

‘We’ll beat him up.’

Finally, just as the colleagues around him were gritting their teeth and twitching their hands.

“Attention, everyone!!”

A voice of rescue that saved Galan’s life was heard.

Soon, Heinkel entered through the door that opened with a bang.

Heinkel frowned slightly as soon as he saw Galan.

Soon, with a relaxed look, Heinkel pointed to the huge wagon behind him, brought by the knights.

“Hmm. This is the first group. Consider it an honor.”

Honor?

Confused looks were directed at him.

“As you know, the tour ends today. Therefore, I have brought equipment for all of you who will be undergoing full-scale training from tomorrow.”

The eyes of the knights, who had been tense, relaxed at those words.

Equipment?

Just that?

For that reason at this hour?

Looking at all those gazes, Heinkel smiled slyly and continued calmly.

“Come out one by one and choose the ‘artifact’ you want. It’s a 1-circle artifact, but it will be quite helpful.”

A moment of silence filled the barracks.

A look of disbelief appeared in the eyes of the knights.

But the moment Heinkel took out a gauntlet with a blue light flowing from it from inside the wagon.

“Waaah!”

All the knights, including Galan, who was screaming in an exaggerated way, had shining eyes as if they would charge towards the wagon at any moment. If Francisco hadn’t been glaring behind Heinkel, it seemed like a few would have done it.

Watching that, Heinkel remembered the words of his lord.

Three years? It’s meaningless. The Iron Blood Sword and artifacts. Would any knight refuse those two and leave?

His lord was the lord of the nobles they served.

The knights also had enough reason to stay in the royal family.

‘But to think that making a lot of artifacts was really possible.’

The future of the kingdom seemed as bright as the shining eyes of the knights, and the smile never left Heinkel’s face.