Do Your Own Revolution-Chapter 192

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“Body recovery rate 91 percent. To reach this level in less than a month, it’s amazing every time I look at it.”

“If you’re done admiring, how about removing these things from my neck?”

“Just wait a moment. I’ll take them off after recording this.”

In the underground medical wing of the Supreme Commander’s residence.

Doctor Otto, reviewing a month’s worth of accumulated papers, began removing the mechanical devices attached to various parts of my body.

Medical equipment for treatment? No, of course not.

Since my body isn’t even human anymore, conventional medical technology wouldn’t work on me.

The devices attached all over my body were recording devices procured from the Magic Imprint Research Institute and Magic University.

They were meant to record my body’s recovery process in real-time and analyze magical power flow and wavelengths.

“The physical recovery process of a primal imprint transplant recipient… This would turn the academic world upside down five times over if submitted to the Magic University.”

Hearing Otto’s words, apparently professors from academia and imprint specialists had flooded in as soon as I announced my month-long seclusion.

It made sense.

The first primal imprint to appear in continental history.

It was a chance to observe all the changes in the human body when transplanting it, and its recovery process.

To the continent’s researchers, I was basically nothing more than a giant thesis vending machine.

“So you’re saying you’ve monopolized that vending machine, doctor?”

“Monopolized my ass. You’d say different if you saw the look in those professors’ eyes outside. One of them even brought dissection equipment, saying they wanted to thoroughly examine you!”

“I’m the Supreme Commander, you know?”

The enemy within is the most dangerous, they say. Just because we caught the terrorists doesn’t mean it’s all over.

To someone hospitalized defending the country, they have the nerve to say ‘Would you mind if we cut you open?’

“What’s that professor’s name?”

“Rennie Schreier.”

“??????”

Rennie, Rennie. What’s the meaning of this?

We got you out of the Revolutionary Army, and now you want to dissect me at the research institute?

After all that effort, did the Revolutionary Army inside you whisper by starlight?

“Anyway, our examinations show no abnormalities either. A normal person would have died long ago, but to regenerate this cleanly…”

As such meaningless thoughts filled my head,

Otto turned his gaze to observe my body after removing all the attached mechanical devices.

“This can’t even be called human anymore.”

“I suppose not.”

“But that doesn’t mean you’ve become completely immortal either.”

Otto cut off my words and pressed the pen he was holding near my heart.

“The reason you can regenerate even if your heart is destroyed is because your entire body is essentially one massive mana core. While you’re harder to kill than humans, you won’t survive if your magical power is depleted.”

“……”

“So please, I’m begging you, don’t overdo it. The head of state jumping into the frontlines wasn’t enough, you had to take a mass formula head-on? Are you out of your mind?”

“It’s better than losing half the empire in one go.”

Still as argumentative as ever, I see.

After grumbling like that, Otto smacked my back with a loud thwack as I was getting dressed.

“Anyway, take this chance to get some rest. Don’t even think about holing up in your office to work.”

“Erich won’t let me hear the end of it.”

“This is a special directive from Treasury Minister Erich himself. He said to keep you away from the residence for the next two days.”

Wow, my first vacation in 5 years.

“…But um, doctor?”

“What now?”

In a dumbfounded state while putting on my shirt, I quietly asked Otto.

“On days off… What am I supposed to do?”

***

Thud-!

The residence door closed with a heavy sound.

Instead of my usual uniform, I was wearing a light shirt and dress shoes.

As I felt the refreshing breeze through my clothes, I blankly stared at the bright imperial cityscape.

“What should I do?”

It was around nine in the morning.

Usually around this time, I would be buried in mind-numbingly boring work.

Either bombing resistance bases with magic,

Or arguing with populist representatives opposing policies,

Or coordinating (physically) opinions of high-ranking officials from various sectors, things like that.

And after all that work was done, I had to review various pending matters for post-war management.

This was the side effect of spending 5 years doing nothing but working like a dog.

Now that I’m thrown into the city center for what they call a vacation, I don’t even know what to do.

It’s rather depressing when I think about it.

Even considering it was post-war chaos, to work like a dog without a single day off…

“Captain Eugene?”

After aimlessly wandering the city for several dozen minutes,

I turned around at the voice calling me, and saw a middle-aged man with a somewhat familiar face looking at me.

Who is he?

As I was studying the man briefly,

Seeming to notice my gaze, the man gave a slight smile and saluted.

“Special Magical Power Unit 1st Generation member, Robert Hen. I assisted you during the Elcryer suppression operation.”

“Ah.”

Only then did my eyes go to his right arm.

The mark where the magic imprint was removed, and the Special Magical Power Unit mark engraved in its place.

He was one of the retired Special Magical Power Unit members who had completed their service.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you out of uniform. I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Do I look that different?”

“Yes. Even I would have missed you if I hadn’t looked carefully.”

Hearing that, I looked around.

I wondered why no one recognized the Supreme Commander in the middle of the city, guess that’s why.

Well, wearing glasses for eye protection would change my appearance quite a bit.

‘It’s been years since I wore anything but a uniform.’ freёnovelkiss.com

Maybe when I was playing assassin under Elcidore and when I was under Keiren.

Briefly wore a school uniform at the military academy. After that, it was all military uniforms.

Looking back, I realize I’ve lived quite a bleak life.

“Honey! I’m back~!”

The retired 1st Generation Special Magic Unit member Robert immediately invited me to his home.

A small pub located in the city center.

In response to his booming voice, an annoyed woman’s voice came from behind the counter.

“Where have you been wandering around since morning! Did you buy the milk I asked for?”

“Ah, I forgot.”

“Again and again! I really can’t live like this!”

“But instead, I brought an unprecedented guest in our shop’s history!”

“What guest, are you going to drink with another military buddy agai…”

The one who came out grumbling like that was a brown-haired woman with a very pregnant belly.

Seeing my face, she said to him with a surprised expression.

“What’s this, he’s so young? You had someone this young in your unit?”

“Just one. Our captain.”

“Your unit’s captain? Your unit’s captain was…”

She asked doubtfully for a moment.

Looking at my face once.

Looking at the imperial newspaper laid on one side of the shop once.

And after looking at my face one more time, the wife froze in place.

“Uh, ah, s-so this guest is… uh…”

“Ah, yes, well.”

Seeing her stammering with visible tension,

I greeted her with an awkward smile.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m Eugene Lorent-“

“I brought His Excellency the Supreme Commander!”

“Ah, aah…”

With Robert’s declaration, his wife who had been preparing the shop collapsed as if her legs had given out.

See?

This is why I told him to keep it secret.

***

“Wow, seeing you like this is really something new. Is this like, secretly observing the lives of citizens…”

“No. Just a vacation.”

After answering that, I watched Robert take a drink from his beer glass.

A former Special Magical Power Unit imprint mage.

The three stroke imprint he possessed was returned upon retirement.

After being dismantled at the imprint research institute, it would have become teaching material for creating the next generation of imprints.

“H-honey. Even so, being so informal with His Excellency the Supreme Commander…”

“It’s fine. I prefer this too.”

At the point where a retired soldier in his fifties is speaking informally to me, it’s already plenty authoritative.

Thinking that, I reassured the terrified wife before picking up some food from the table.

“So it changes from a café in the morning to a pub at night?”

“Oh, you have good eyes.”

Looking at the variety of customers visiting the lively morning shop,

Robert nodded.

“My wife runs it in the morning. I take over in the afternoon. With three kids soon, and academy tuition for the eldest… Military pension alone is tight.”

“Sounds like you’re saying that for my benefit.”

“Was it that obvious? Then please raise our pension.”

“They say any more increases and other departments will cause an uproar.”

“Ugh.”

As I exchanged pointed jokes with my former subordinate briefly,

I turned my gaze to observe one of Robert’s hands.

An arm that trembled noticeably.

A leg that wouldn’t move as intended and eyes that kept anxiously scanning the corners of the building.

‘PTSD?’

For a war veteran.

It was an illness that anyone who had seen actual combat carried.

No matter how much money and medals were given out, it seems the scars left by war couldn’t be erased.

“You don’t need to worry unnecessarily, Captain.”

Perhaps noticing my gaze,

Robert put down his empty beer glass and spoke to me in a firm voice.

“…The aftereffects seem quite severe.”

“It’s much better than when I was active duty. The war’s over now, so it’ll gradually get better.”

The medals displayed in a corner of the shop.

Photos with old comrades hung proudly on display.

And the veteran’s tattoo engraved on his arm.

After looking at each of these in turn, Robert spoke with deep emotion.

“A prisoner rolling around in detention camps built a family, raised children, and settled down to live a decent life here in the capital.”

“……”

“Honor, future, life. You gave us everything you promised, Captain. To me, and to our other members who went ahead.”

The bright sky shining through the window.

Looking at it, Robert spoke to me with a bright smile.

“I don’t care much for honors like hero of the nation or war veteran. But this much I can say for certain.”

“……”

“That time carrying out missions with you, Captain, was the prime of my life. And we fought for something worthwhile.”

“…Is that so.”

A voice full of conviction.

Hearing that voice, I slowly took a sip of the coffee he had served.

“It’s good.”

The aroma of the steaming coffee was even warmer than I had expected.

***

“Even for the Supreme Commander, this is too much.”

What started as dropping by for a cup of coffee turned into something bigger than expected.

Somehow Robert must have spread the word, as war veterans living all around the capital came rushing to the pub.

‘The Captain is here?!’

‘In civilian clothes?!’

‘We can speak informally without rank?!’

‘He won’t increase our pension?!?!’

No, how exactly did the rumors spread?

And about the pension, talk to Erich, not me.

I really tried to increase it, okay?

Because I’d benefit the most if it increased!

What started as a veterans’ meeting soon turned into a rowdy drinking session.

And Robert’s shop achieved its highest sales since opening, making for a heartwarming conclusion.

Though I ended up paying for all the drinks.

“Just watch me ever play poker again.”

Still, I was grateful for the gifts they packed for me on my way out.

Liquor from a member who opened a distillery.

Various meats and jerky added by a member running a ranch.

And candies and cookies given by a member who opened a bakery.

My hands were full with enough food to last at least a week and clothes to wear for a month.

“Still, it was nice seeing them after so long.”

Muttering that, I walked through the evening streets with a light heart.

Among the gifts, particularly eye-catching were the colorfully sparkling candies.

They seemed well-made – Irene would probably like them quite a bit.

‘I’m also worried about her condition being a bit strange lately. Haven’t seen her face for a month.’

As I was thinking that and hurrying my steps home,

– Eugene.

Breaking the long silence, a magical power communication arrived from Erich.

“You said you wouldn’t contact me during vacation.”

– I wouldn’t for most situations. But this is an emergency. Come to the Supreme Commander’s residence right now.

“Is it urgent enough to interrupt my first vacation in 5 years?”

– It is. Because…

Erich paused briefly before continuing in an unprecedentedly serious voice.

– A Great Rupture has been detected in the far west of Westraine.

“…What?”

Did I just.

What did I just hear?

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