Do Your Own Revolution-Chapter 175

Knights busy preparing defenses in trenches dug everywhere.

This banquet, held in the midst of a landscape filled with despair and death, created an eerie atmosphere as it blended with the corpse-filled surroundings.

“Uhahaha-! Cheers-!”

“Kyahaha–!”

Even while enjoying the drinks and food, everyone here knew.

That this war was lost, and the magic nobles had completely fallen.

The last Knight Order that could turn the tide had vanished, and the enemy’s fangs were already at their doorstep.

Yet, the nobles gathered at the banquet hall laughed and chatted while enjoying the party.

If this could be their last banquet, shouldn’t they enjoy it to the fullest?

Just as the atmosphere was reaching its peak with such thoughts…

“…… … ……”

“Is that true?”

“Yes. As of now, the Knight Order has … to ……..”

The knights guarding the banquet hall stirred once before starting to leave one by one.

Faces pale and rigid.

Among the departing knights, some were biting their lips, holding back tears.

At this point, the nobles at the party couldn’t help but notice.

The enemy had reached here.

“Wh-what should we do now……?”

“If the Knight Order falls, we……!”

The nobles began to stir in fear.

But that didn’t last long.

“Don’t worry, everyone!”

One of the nobles stepped forward and spoke up.

“Their goal is to neutralize the Knight Order. We are not their main target!”

Not the target?

At the man’s voice shouting with wide eyes, the nobles’ attention focused on one spot.

“Besides, this is the fortress prepared by Duke Buckenheim. Even Kalhyram Army’s cannons cannot easily break through the defensive barrier installed here!”

“Is, is that so?”

“Are we really safe?”

“Of course! Think about it, everyone!”

A strangely confident answer.

At the same time, the man began shouting incessantly with bloodshot eyes.

“Everyone gathered here is from noble knight families, heroes’ bloodlines! You are no different from the empire’s identity itself!”

Heroes’ bloodlines.

Noble knights.

As these modifiers that had long described them were mentioned, a glimmer of hope appeared on the nobles’ faces.

“But what about Eugene Lorentz?! He’s the villain who personally killed the Crown Prince Meldir!”

Hope, or perhaps alcohol-induced courage?

There was no one in this banquet hall who could distinguish between the two.

“For such a person to gain legitimacy, what would he need?!”

Just as the man standing on the podium was reassuring people…

“Naturally, he absolutely needs the support of us magic nobles……!”

Boom–!

A strategic-scale bombardment formula fell right in the middle of the nobles’ social gathering.

A fireball that instantly crushed the defensive barrier surrounding Lestil city.

The artificial sun that broke through the banquet hall ceiling and crashed in swept away all the nobles gathered in the ballroom without exception.

“Kyaaaaaak–!”

“Aak! Aaak-!”

“Help, help meee-!”

The nobles at the center of the bombing were rather fortunate.

They disappeared in an instant without even feeling pain.

However, the nobles who remained on the outskirts of the banquet hall had to endure horrific pain they had never experienced before.

The agony of having their respiratory system and internal organs roasted by air heated to hundreds of degrees, and their skin melting off their bodies.

The banquet hall made of solid concrete had transformed into a massive oven roasting the nobles.

“Observer. Situation report.”

From the Kalhyram Army airship fleet flagship, ‘Emperor’s Spear.’

Erich asked the observer who had a telescope lens to his eye while looking down at the burning city of Lestil below.

“There are magical power reactions among the burning corpses, but they’re not very strong. It seems the Knight Order has already retreated, however……”

“No knights? But that area had the highest population density?”

When Ortega asked that, Matt grabbed his chin as he assessed the situation.

“It looks like they used the regular nobles as bait to draw our attack. Meanwhile, they preserved the Knight Order forces.”

“Then what, those nobles down there became bullet shields while completely believing Buckenheim’s words?”

Hearing Ortega’s incredulous muttering, Erich nodded as if he understood.

“Buckenheim is the head family that has supported the magic nobles for over 100 years since the Great War. When such a family makes bold claims, provincial nobles who don’t know any better…”

“Won’t even think to object and just follow orders.”

“I don’t get it. Like, don’t these guys read newspapers?”

Hearing Erich’s explanation, the officers looking out the window shook their heads in disbelief.

Fools who still couldn’t grasp reality.

As Matt wore a troubled expression while muttering that…

“It burns well.”

At those words from the window, the attention of all the officers gathered on the airship focused on one spot.

Eugene Lorentz.

The very person who had turned thousands of nobles below into charcoal.

“Guille.”

“I know.”

Hearing Eugene’s words, Guille immediately picked up the radio equipped on the airship.

“This is Acting Commander Guille to all Special Magical Power Unit members.”

With those words, all the airships floating in the sky opened their rear hatches at once.

Special Magical Power Unit members ready and waiting to descend.

They waited for Guille’s orders, packed into hundreds of airships.

As Guille looked to Eugene for permission, Eugene slowly nodded.

“All units, begin descent.”

Through the radio, Guille delivered the death sentence for the Knight Order.

“Completely erase the word ‘knight’ from this empire.”

***

Bang-! Boom–!

The Special Magical Power Unit that descended on Lestil city began processing the knights while navigating through the city turned into hell by the bombardment.

Streets filled with explosions and gunfire.

Eugene, who walked alone through it all, entered without delay into the mansion where Duke Buckenheim waited.

Thud-!

The moment the mansion door closed, the outside sounds were blocked as if by magic.

The Round Table’s final city falling.

From the mansion entrance, what could be seen were knights kneeling on one knee with their swords raised.

Tap. Tap tap.

Eugene lowered himself to examine their bodies closely.

Bodies dried like mummies.

Dead while showing respect, with their imprints and magic circuits extracted.

“Ha.”

A hollow laugh escaped involuntarily.

It was a terribly familiar sight, just like when he killed the Secretary General.

“So you’ve come.”

After walking further into the mansion for some time like that.

A low voice was heard from the middle of the mansion’s reception room.

The head of House Buckenheim, Karl Buckenheim.

Seeing that figure covered in shadows, Eugene slowly furrowed his brow.

“The die has already been cast.”

“Is that so?”

All the magic noble houses defending the Round Table had been exterminated, and all knights had been expelled.

Even if he were killed here now, there was no possibility of the Round Table reviving.

He had destroyed it so thoroughly to prepare for any contingencies.

“When I think about what you did to Count Drexler, it doesn’t seem quite so certain…”

With those words, Buckenheim slowly revealed himself from the shadows.

The Duke appeared to be in his mid-thirties rather than an old man.

‘As expected.’

A sneer escaped from the corner of his mouth.

Just looking at that was enough to guess how the withered corpses of the knights had been used.

“Just because other heads fell so easily, don’t underestimate me.”

It was true.

This man was the head of House Buckenheim and the core of the Round Table.

Perhaps he was also the one who had come closest to this realm that Eugene had reached.

Whoosh-!

Behind the Duke who finished speaking, a massive Avatar revealed itself.

This was no time for probing battles or delays.

An [Domain] deployed at maximum output and power in one breath.

It was the largest Avatar ever created, sweeping up all the magic imprints and magic circuits of the Buckenheim knights.

“A mass formula deployed by gathering that magical power into an artificially activated monster core.”

What that Avatar held in its hands was a massive sword reaching 10 meters.

As the crystallization of magical power large enough to split heaven and earth stabbed down toward Eugene’s crown…

“At this point, well, it’s nothing new.”

With those words, Eugene pulled Heresy’s trigger.

Flash-!

A burst of light filled his vision.

But even in the midst of that, he could see what was unfolding before his eyes.

The Avatar shattering, unable to withstand the impact.

When the light finally faded…

“Ku, kuheo……!”

Duke Buckenheim’s body was already embedded in the wall.

Rumble–!

As the powerless Duke collapsed, the Round Table’s symbols and various statues instantly crumbled and scattered around him.

Among the debris of the shattered Round Table.

Buckenheim could only gasp for breath, barely clinging to life.

“……One strike?”

The Duke looked at Eugene standing opposite him in disbelief.

He must have just faced Count Drexler on his way here.

Not only that, he must have faced all the knights the Round Table could deploy on his way here.

Yet he couldn’t win.

No, he couldn’t even inflict a wound.

‘Has that thing long since transcended even the category of human.’

Along with despair, a strange sense of relief was felt.

The age of heroes that he had protected for so long while brainwashing the previous emperor and corrupting Friedrich’s loyal subordinates.

That age of heroes was finally ending.

‘Just as the emperor told me.’

Hadn’t he said that no matter how much you try to extinguish it, a flame will always burn?

Muttering that, Buckenheim looked at Eugene and spoke.

“Congratulations on becoming history’s victor.”

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“……”

“Now this empire… No. This continent is yours.”

It was as he said.

The Republic, the empire’s greatest enemy, had fallen, and the monster threat was gradually disappearing.

Even if brief, there would be an era of peace lasting at least 100 years.

And the man before his eyes.

That person would stand at the peak of that peace, enjoying all authority for eternity.

For a hero would be given rewards befitting one.

“But remember.”

“Even while ruling the empire for so long, I never directly ascended to the throne. Do you know why?”

“That position of emperor. That honor of being the empire’s master, because it’s a pit that drives people mad……!”

“That’s why.”

But that was short-lived.

“That’s why you couldn’t beat me.”

Eugene cut off those words with a brief statement as he pulled out a cigarette.

“……What?”

“A coward who believed everything was in the palm of your hand, yet never had the courage to step onto the stage yourself.”

Poof.

Exhaling cigarette smoke, Eugene looked at the Duke covered in the Knight Order’s remains.

They say admiration is the emotion furthest from understanding.

Or perhaps they say the scenery changes when you’re standing in a different position.

The Duke Buckenheim before him showed none of the dignity from when they first met.

Head of the magic nobles and the shadow manipulator controlling the empire from behind.

In reality, he was just a pathetic old man.

“Without the courage to sit on the throne or the cause to change the world. Just desperately struggling not to let go of what you hold.”

To his eyes now, Karl Buckenheim was no different from the beggars scattered everywhere.

“You must have laughed at the emperor who tried to change the empire.”

“……”

A meaningless resistance, you thought.

But look at this scene.

The one who was wrong wasn’t the emperor, but you.

“Even in a much more disadvantageous situation than yours, the emperor willingly accepted the weight of the crown.”

“……”

“And the result is me, standing before your eyes now.”

The Knight Order and magic nobles had disappeared, and the empire the emperor had designed remained.

As Eugene said this, he seemed unable to find more words and lowered his head.

He had lost not only to Eugene but also to the dead emperor.

“Kill me.”

“No.”

The magic nobles’ rebellion was suppressed, and the magic houses were all expelled.

But the one to end his life won’t be me.

Step, step.

With quiet footsteps, a middle-aged man revealed himself.

Keiren Buckenheim.

In his hand as he approached with a rigid expression was a well-worn old imperial army pistol.

Click-

The pistol in Keiren’s hand aimed at the Duke’s head.

“This is your defeat, Karl Buckenheim.”

“Yes. And your victory, Keiren.”

He laughed hollowly and looked at Keiren’s face.

“How interesting, that a defective child born without magical power would become head of the military and point a gun at me…”

“No.”

The revenge before him.

Keiren bit his lip as if reflecting on past times, then spoke after a brief pause.

“The one killing you today is not Marshal Keiren of the Kalhyram Army.”

The hand holding the pistol trembled.

Right now, at this moment.

Where Keiren stood was not the mansion in Lestil, but a filthy trench on the Eastern Front.

“A useless superior who drove battalion members who were like family to their deaths, and a coward who couldn’t even say ‘I love you’ to his dying companion.”

“……”

“You’re dying at the hands of such a fool.”

The trembling in the hand holding the gun gradually ceased.

It felt as if someone was helping steady his trembling hand.

“……Indeed. You should have.”

Hearing this, Buckenheim spoke while twisting his lips.

“On the Eastern Front, I should have ended you along with that lowborn……!”

Bang-!

As if having made up his mind, Keiren pulled the trigger without hesitation.

“Don’t dare insult my wife with that filthy mouth.”

The Duke died without finishing what he was trying to say.

“You have no right to do so.”

With those final words, Keiren turned his back.

The leader of the magic nobles.

Peak of the Round Table.

The one who had stood at the empire’s center for the longest time.

The one who ended his life was a bullet fired by a non-awakened person he had despised his entire life.