Do Your Own Revolution-Chapter 174

Waaah–!

Even now, when he closed his eyes, he could remember it so vividly it felt tangible.

The shining sun.

The proud family banner fluttering against a cloudless sky.

People blessing the birth of a new knight, and ladies throwing handkerchiefs his way.

Until that moment when he received the holy lance, the symbol of knighthood, amid cheers and expectations.

“Do you swear to uphold honor and faith as a knight?”

Duke Buckenheim, head of the Round Table, had presided over his appointment.

He had answered with a resounding voice, and the Duke had pinned the silver emblem to his chest with a hearty laugh.

Yes, that’s what it was.

Knights were the shield protecting the Empire and the sword cutting down its enemies.

Such an existence should surely have been completed amidst glory and blessing.

That was what being a knight was supposed to be.

***

Roooar…!

The whole world was burning.

The ground glowed red.

The armored train’s body melted into molten iron.

The lush fields had vanished without a trace, and the knights who had charged forth so majestically now rolled on the ground as blackened lumps of coal.

Thud-!

A scene where everything seemed ready to melt at any moment.

The only one still standing on two legs was the seven stroke mage who had commanded the entire Knight Order – Count Dario Drexler.

No.

Though standing on two legs, it would be uncertain to call his condition unscathed.

Screech-!

His left arm completely melted and half his face blown away.

The blue holy lance that had shone brilliantly in his hand now had only its blade remaining, its shaft having melted away.

“Huff… Huff…!”

Count Drexler struggled to steady his trembling legs.

He raised his shaking eyes to look at the man standing before him.

Eugene Lorentz.

A devil looking down at him with gleaming golden eyes.

Click.

The Count looked at the pocket watch in his right hand.

One hour since the Knight Order’s forces had clashed with Eugene’s armored train.

After confirming this, the Count let out a laugh of disbelief.

“…Just one hour?”

His Knight Order, nurtured for over a hundred years.

The loyal Knight Order commanders.

The holy lances in their hands and the tactics perfected through hundreds of training sessions.

All of that, which had brought down countless magic nobles and traitors, had crumbled to ashes in just one hour.

‘We couldn’t even confirm what happened.’

Though the surprise attack was unexpected, the Knight Order’s response had been swift.

The Blue Lance Knight Order at the front line quickly surrounded Eugene and thrust forward with their holy lances.

The knights in the second row constructed a mass formula, preparing to break through his barrier.

Eugene’s occasional bursts of firepower were fierce, but the barrier formed through magical power synchronization could block them without much difficulty.

Eugene’s spells were being broken one by one, and his barrier started showing cracks under the mass formula’s firepower.

Even his bombardment spells were weakening due to magical power depletion.

Seeing Eugene gradually wearing down, the Count had glimpsed a ray of hope.

That they could win.

That if the Knight Order gave it their all, they could even stop this monster who had surpassed seven stroke!

And just as he was about to order the final strike while thinking this.

Flash——-!

Light burst forth, and everything turned to ashes and disappeared.

He couldn’t tell what magic was used or how the encirclement was broken.

After seeing that light, all he felt was tremendous air pressure, impact, and heat.

By the time he managed to hold onto his consciousness that felt ready to faint at any moment, everything had already ended.

Swoosh-!

At the center of that immense heat.

Eugene, standing in the middle of what seemed like a furnace, broke open his revolver and ejected the magic bullet casings inside.

Five shots.

Even after melting thousands of knights completely, one magic bullet remained in Eugene’s gun.

“When I first awakened my magical power, I had such thoughts.”

“…?”

One magic bullet remaining in his cylinder.

As if amazed by the magic he had used himself, Eugene looked at the Heresy loaded with one magic bullet with fresh eyes and spoke.

“If a novice mage without even one stroke could wield this much power, what kind of person would a mage who handles enormous power like seven stroke imprint be?”

“…”

“What kind of thoughts would those with such mighty power have, what kind of perspective would they view the world with… Such thoughts.”

You know, like those things that often appear in games or novels.

Things like achieving enlightenment after realizing something mentally profound, or becoming a great magician after understanding the truth of the universe.

Hearing Eugene speak these words, the Count’s expression became strange.

Games? Enlighten… What? What was he talking about?

But even seeing that uncomprehending expression, Eugene simply continued his words.

“But now that I’ve come this far… It’s not really like that at all.”

Eugene didn’t reload his gun with magic bullets.

He simply holstered it after lowering the muzzle.

“When I awakened the seven stroke imprint, and even now after achieving awakening with Irene’s help… I as a person haven’t changed at all.”

Still full of unknowns, unable to predict what will happen next.

Just an ordinary person living day by day without being able to foresee even a step ahead.

A mere human struggling to survive each moment.

Despite having the power to destroy mountains with a finger, his inner self hadn’t grown at all.

This was the first thing Eugene realized after his awakening.

“Power is merely a tool, it’s human will that wields it.”

Words spoken by Margrave Kassel.

Eugene repeated these words as he looked at Count Drexler standing with his broken lance.

“So from my perspective, how pathetic must you all look?”

“What?”

Broken armor.

A coat in tatters and a flag fluttering like a rag.

Clutching these as if they were supreme treasures, their appearance was quite amusing from his view.

“Those who monopolized the seven stroke imprint in the Empire and built their vested interests by selling the imperial magic imprint to the Republic. After some time passed, they started spouting nonsense about knightly honor and heroic bloodlines.”

“…!”

“Like beggars causing trouble in back alleys with a single gold coin, they couldn’t be more vulgar.”

And the Empire that was driven to the brink of destruction after falling for such worthless schemes is even more pathetic.

Eugene looking down at the knights and himself.

Count Drexler could soon recognize what emotions dwelled in those eyes looking at him.

Some fatigue, boredom.

Far from feeling elated about victory, his expression was full of only tedium.

“From the beginning…”

Only after meeting those eyes did he realize.

“From the beginning, you never even considered us as enemies…?”

Eugene didn’t answer.

That moment of silence served as the clearest answer of all.

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Vermin on the ground.

Trash on the street.

To that devil, they were merely such beings.

“With those kind of eyes.”

Whoosh-!

At that moment, the Count gathered all his magical power.

Rage. And despair enough to swallow that rage.

Blood seeped from his clenched teeth, but he paid no mind and released his magical power.

And the next moment.

“Don’t look at us with those kind of eyes-!”

Boom–!

He drew up all his remaining magical power and thrust his lance toward Eugene’s face.

“This is a war betting our fates against each other. This is a historic battle honoring the Empire’s master!”

If you stand on this battlefield, show proper respect.

To the enemy crossing swords with you.

Don’t insult a knight’s battle!

With this cry, Drexler launched his all-out strike at Eugene, and.

Slash-!

His lance, blocked by golden chains, couldn’t even reach Eugene’s face.

“Ha, a historic battle?”

“Kuk… Kugh…!”

“You crazy bastards should know your limits.”

With these harsh words, Eugene looked at the Count bound like a dog in chains.

“Sorry, but this fight never had any great cause from the start.”

“What…!”

“Resistance to protect noble honor? The Emperor’s bold decision answering the will of the imperial citizens? No. This war isn’t such a pretty confrontation between good and evil.”

Though the stated cause might look fancy on the surface, the essence of this war was simple in the end.

A mediocre strong one driving out a mediocre weak one.

Like all human affairs, it was nothing more than a trivial territorial dispute.

“As I’ve said many times, you’re not disappearing because you’re ‘evil.'”

He didn’t draw the gun from its holster.

It wasn’t because his magical power was depleted or he lacked magic bullets.

Even while looking at the knight crying tears of blood before him, Eugene simply didn’t feel it was worth the effort.

“You’re just disappearing because you’re weak.”

With those words, Eugene manipulated the iron chains binding the Count’s body.

“Eugene Lorentz, you power-obsessed monster…!”

Crunch-!

Before he could finish his curse, the Count’s body shattered, unable to withstand the chains’ pressure.

Thud, thud thud.

All that remained of the Count’s exploded corpse was his right arm.

“He overloaded his imprint so it couldn’t be recovered.”

While looking at the imprint that had lost its light, Eugene clicked his tongue softly.

Shortly after.

Beeeep–!

Above his head, a familiar siren began to sound.

Whoosh…!

Casting shadows over the remains of the dead knights were the Kalhyram Army airships.

One airship became two.

Two became ten, and eventually a hundred, filling the sky.

“Commander.”

From the black airship descending toward him, ‘Emperor’s Spear’.

Guille, who disembarked from there, saluted Eugene.

“The entire Special Magical Power Unit is ready for descent.”

“…Right.”

Airships that had flown here from Ruinberg.

Only airships carrying mages could achieve such speed.

Thinking this, Eugene looked up at the fleet of airships filling the sky.

Through the window of the lead airship.

There, Marshal Keiren of the Kalhyram Army stood watching him with his hands behind his back.

“Let’s go finish this.”

The task the Emperor had entrusted to him.

For the transformation of the Empire.

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