Do Your Own Revolution-Chapter 155

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“A magic noble is one chosen by the magic imprint, a descendant of heroes who saved the world from the rifts. Therefore, they must not be bound by mere commoners.”

Those were the words my father spoke to me.

Aunt Diane, who had looked after me since I was an infant.

Jack, the servant who played with me in the thickets when I escaped from my home tutor’s watchful eyes.

Maylene, who promised to leave the family with me and live together in a secluded place.

These were the words he spoke to me after hanging their corpses before my despairing eyes.

“Cast away unnecessary emotions. Keep a heart of steel, and always act for the family’s honor. That is the proper way of life for a noble.”

“…Yes, father.”

Even as I answered with lifeless eyes, I couldn’t think of anything.

My one careless comment.

The fact that my single wish to live away from the family had driven everyone to their deaths.

The fact that the person who requested all this from the Duke was none other than my own mother.

The guilt, self-loathing, and emptiness from these facts piled up and overlapped, eating away at my younger self day by day.

“Right.”

At some point, as I lived each day like a corpse, I thought about it.

The innocent and kind people who died horribly because of me.

The cause of all this tragedy was the noble blood flowing through my body.

Then, what should I do?

For all those who died.

What could I possibly do for Maylene?

I came up with one answer.

“I’ll eliminate all nobles.”

Starting with those words, I became a dutiful member of a noble family.

A resolution I made in my childhood, which became the driving force of my life.

To achieve this, I would do anything.

***

Rumble—!

The massive armored train’s body slid along the rails.

Dozens of machine guns and cannons writhing like living creatures.

Pursuing the steel monster racing across the ground while belching white smoke was an armored vehicle covered in metal plates on all sides.

“Enemy vehicle approaching-!”

“Aim for the wheels! If we destroy the undercarriage, we can shake them off!

Hurry!”

Vrooom–!

The armored vehicle approached the train with a rough engine roar.

Just like Duke Buckenheim who was skilled in armored train manufacturing, this armored vehicle that traversed rough terrain like its own backyard belonged to Duke Nachtval.

An ambush targeting the moment when the train’s speed decreased before entering a straight rail.

“Perfect timing. Cunning bastards…”

The engineer in the lead car gritted his teeth.

An ambush at such an exquisite timing meant that the train’s departure time had leaked.

The top-secret transport plan had leaked from somewhere.

Bang-! Boom–!

The howitzer mounted on the armored train spewed fire.

The armored vehicle staggered after taking a direct hit.

However, just as they were about to shout in satisfaction at landing the hit, the armored vehicle regained its balance and began catching up to the train at an even faster speed than before.

“A barrier…! Is there a knight inside?!”

“At this rate, even armor-piercing shells won’t work! They’ll just bounce off!”

“These damn bastards-!”

Despite the barrage from machine guns and cannons, the armored vehicle approached closer without budging.

The gunners’ faces turned pale.

This was the ridiculous efficiency possible with armored equipment carrying mages.

“Damn it, why won’t they die?!”

“Die, die! Just die…!”

Perhaps having lost their reason to the fear of death.

Watching the soldier screaming while firing the machine gun wildly, the artillery captain gritted his teeth.

“Stay calm! We just need to hold them off! If we can just maintain speed until…”

Just as he was speaking those words to encourage the soldiers.

Swoosh-!

“…!”

A beam of light pierced through the observation window, shattering the screaming artillery captain’s head into pieces.

A palm-sized gap in the moving armored train.

They had cast magic through that gap.

“Uh, uwaaaaah?!”

“Captain, the Captain!”

“You fucking bastards–!”

Just as the soldiers were screaming in panic.

“Got you.”

Crash—!

As the armored train’s wall burst open entirely, a knight in uniform leaped through.

Thud- Thud-

The one who entered the train with rhythmic footsteps was a knight wearing the armband of Nachtval’s 7th Knight Order.

Seeing the five strokes of magic imprint glowing on his left arm, the soldiers’ faces turned deathly pale.

“A, a Captain-level knight…”

“Oh? You recognize it? Count Raikard’s soldier education seems quite decent. However…”

The knight looked down at them with cold eyes and slowly extended his hand toward the soldiers.

Screech—!

Light charging from both his shoulders.

This was the photon magic of House Nachtval.

“As mere commoners without magical power, I cannot overlook the sin of blocking my path.”

“…!”

“The sin of pointing guns at a noble, with your lives…”

Just as the knight was about to finish speaking after charging his magical power to the critical point.

Shunk-!

“?!”

A blue blade emerged from the knight’s throat.

An ambush from behind.

Why hadn’t he noticed?

As the knight turned to look behind him with that thought.

“This is the problem with our family’s knights. Too much talking.”

The one who had pierced his throat with a sword was a young man with flowing blue hair.

“Fe, Feilun…! Young Master…”

“On the battlefield, you should keep your mouth shut. That’s why openings like this happen.”

Crack-!

As if not expecting an answer, the sword that pierced the knight’s neck twisted once before being pulled out.

Then Feilun shifted his gaze to the armored vehicle still maintaining relative speed.

Vroom-!

Three knights who jumped out from there were thrusting their swords toward him.

“Young Master Feilun-!”

“The sin of betraying the Round Table, right here…”

The knights’ attacks reached right before him.

However, Feilun looked at them and muttered softly.

“Kyle.”

And the next moment.

“Crush them.”

“Urk?!”

What descended upon their heads was Count Raikard’s gravity manipulation technique.

The bodies of the knights who had jumped from the armored vehicle couldn’t reach the train and were smashed straight into the rails.

Crunch-!

Crash—!

Watching the knights’ bodies being torn to pieces after getting caught in the train wheels, unable to even scream, Feilun clicked his tongue as if troubled.

“While I understand the sentiment, that was too much, Kyle. We should have kept at least one alive.”

“My apologies.”

Feilun turned his head to look at Kyle, who had used the gravity magic.

His body was covered in blood, seemingly having slaughtered the knights who had jumped to the upper car.

Fierce killing intent flowed from his glinting eyes.

‘He’s harboring resentment.’

It makes sense, given that his father was imprisoned.

Thinking this, Feilun climbed to the train’s roof through the broken hole.

His six stroke magic imprint glowing ominously.

The knights following in the armored vehicle gritted their teeth.

“Young Master Feilun! Damn it, did the Captain fail?!”

“It’s an area technique! Everyone, distance…”

“Too late.”

Screech—!

Along with Feilun’s words, beams of pure white light spread in all directions.

Maximum output photon magic that skipped even the charging process.

The light beams easily pierced through the defensive magic cast by the knights, blasting away the armored vehicles following at the front in a single strike.

Crash–!

The mass of armored vehicles entangled in a chain collision.

“Young Master Feilun–!”

While watching this from the train roof, the engineer from the lead car shouted toward Feilun.

“We’ll reach the destination soon! Please come inside the car-!”

“Understood. I’ll be right there.”

After finishing his words, Feilun looked at the visible scenery of Ruinberg in the distance.

The military stronghold city, Ruinberg.

Located at the rear of the Republic’s frontline, it was the Kalhyram Army’s primary supply base.

“Ruinberg.”

“It looks more like a fortress than a city.”

“Indeed.”

At Kyle’s observation of Ruinberg, Feilun slowly nodded.

Even while looking from afar, the city’s defense level was considerable.

Anti-aircraft guns installed without gaps, airships guarding the sky, and Special Magical Power Unit mages stationed throughout the fortress.

There was only one reason for deploying such defensive forces at a supply base in the rear – from now on, this city would become the frontline in the battle against magic nobles.

‘Moreover…’

Feilun turned his head to look at the knights following him.

‘With this, all forces that opposed the magic nobles have left the Empire.’

Due to the war with the Republic, the main force of the Kalhyram Army was all positioned beyond the border.

Now that he and the Youth Faction, who had been providing information to the magic nobles, had crossed over, all that remained in the Empire were the Knight Orders and their subordinate organizations, and the Emperor.

The Emperor, isolated in the middle of magic nobles’ sphere of influence.

Instead of ordering them to protect himself, gathering him and the Youth Faction knights here meant…

‘He must have a plan, telling us not to worry about him.’

He couldn’t know what the Emperor had planned.

It was impossible for someone who was merely a mage to fathom a monarch’s intentions.

However, he clearly knew what mission the Emperor had entrusted to him.

“He means for us to protect this place.”

Until the main force arrives here, preventing the magic nobles’ invasion.

That was the mission given to him.

“Don’t be late, Eugene.”

Soon, a battle to determine the Empire’s ruler would begin.

Knight Order, Kalhyram Army.

Magic nobles and military forces.

The victor would gain everything, while the defeated would lose everything and be eliminated.

The final battle proceeding under simple binary logic.

This place, Ruinberg, would become its first battlefield.

“Let’s capture and kill all the magic nobles together.”

A deep smile appeared on Feilun’s face.

Eliminating all nobles.

Just one step remained until the long-cherished wish would be fulfilled.

***

“Wow~ The country’s really done for. Our country.”

At a coffee shop in the Imperial capital.

The woman who picked up the “Empire Newspaper” circulating on the street gulped down her sandwich with a helpless sigh.

“Is this actually good for someone in my position? Whether it falls or not, I was dead either way.”

Thinking about it, it really was true.

If Kalinin succeeded in his reforms, she, who had been working in the shadows of the Secretary General’s faction, would have her imprint taken away and be eliminated.

And if the Secretary General she had been supporting continued to hold power, it was clear the country would collapse.

How could a country function properly when its head of state was obsessed with power and using prisoners of war and citizens as test subjects?

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“In this case, what should someone like me, a hat without strings… Where should I find food to live?”

With the country that gave orders gone, there wasn’t much left for her.

One seven stroke magic imprint received from the authorities.

Our cute bastards who lived luxuriously by clinging to power.

She would need at least enough money to take responsibility for or hide these things.

Then…

“Which side would be able to pay a better price?”

Anthony Rose, the woman who muttered while sipping her coffee, thought.

Someone like her who was well-versed in the Republic’s internal affairs and could manipulate various small groups there.

And simultaneously, someone who had collaborated with magic nobles and learned all their sensitive secrets.

These cards she held could become excellent daggers for the two forces about to enter the competition for the throne.

“Well then, let’s first check out Buckenheim’s side…”

Just as she muttered this and was about to slowly leave her seat.

Bump.

“Oh.”

“Oops.”

A girl’s body bumped into her shoulder as she was trying to stand up.

“I’m sorry! I was, um, in a hurry.”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about…”

There’s nothing good about getting flustered with an Imperial citizen.

That’s what Anthony thought, but when she saw the girl who had bumped into her, she lost her words for a moment.

“…Young Lady Buckenheim?”

“Huh? You know me?”

A red-haired girl looking back at her while holding a coat, wide-brimmed hat, and briefcase.

Marlene Anne Buckenheim.

The daughter of Keiren Buckenheim, Marshal of the Kalhyram Army.