Chapter 432 – Rakshasa -2-
“Kuhuhu… Lord Roman. Did you find this Rakshasa?”
“···.”
The girl who walked through the gap made of mana introduced herself as Rakshasa.
Gleipnir waved one hand as if he was happy to see the Rakshasa.
“Nachal!”
“Nir. Excuse me.”
The Rakshasa who exchanged greetings with Gleipnir slowly approaches Roman.
‘Nir? Is it short for Gleipnir?’
It’s just that the appearance is a little more than expected.
The energy felt is familiar as it is the same as the Rakshachal that I used every time. There seems to be no doubt that the girl is a Rakshasa.
‘Height is shorter than Alice and Ceria… The sword he is holding in his arms is the same as the one I used.’
But.
There are some parts that make it difficult to feel at ease.
What is the origin of Rakshasa? What is the skill that derived Rakshasa?
Originally a demon, but a reincarnated god. And the final destination where Musin’s first life ended.
I was nervous, wondering if that little girl was connected to that martial god.
– This is interesting… That child is no longer a shadow of the original person. The tone is similar, but it exists solely as a new birth with the energy of Ahae.
“···.”
– The appearance is also the same. It is completely different from the Rakshasa that was in my hand. Nevertheless, the reason those children recognized each other was because they were armed.
Roman closed his mouth at the timely voice of Musin.
Her personality was such that she couldn’t easily erase her doubts, so she couldn’t immediately believe what Mushin said.
Her head became more confused.
“Hmm···.”
Rakshasa approached Roman, who was drooling, and raised her head to meet her eyes.
The corner of her mouth lifted and she smiled.
“Lord Roman. Why do you have such a complicated face?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t quite understand the situation.”
“There is no need to say sorry for that. But isn’t there something else to apologize to this Rakshasa?”
“···?”
Roman looked down at his complex face and they exchanged glances.
Rakshasa kept a mischievous smile and moved his mouth.
“To put it simply, this Rakshasa feels sorry for Lord Roman. Do you know how proud Nir was when he met him for the first time in a while? Inclined attention and favoritism are what make a weapon rust.”
“Waaaaa!! Lord, don’t tell your master! I said it was a secret…!”
Gleipnir, her face red, hugged Rakshasa in her arms and covered her mouth.
“Idiot…! You promised not to say anything!”
“You didn’t bring up anything important that you really wanted to protect, right? This Rakshasa protects her line.”
“Well, if you tell me that, I’ll kick you out of here!”
Roman sighed and smiled as he watched the two getting along well.
‘What happened?’
Is Rakshasa really something that was created under the influence of my power?
When she saw it, she could not doubt or hate it any more than she could with Gleipnir.
“Can I have a quick chat with Rakshasa?”
Roman slumped down in his seat. The gazes of the two who were bickering came together.
“Kuhuhu… Of course.”
She covered her mouth with her long sleeves and giggled.
Only then did Gleipnir let go of Rakshasa and return to Roman’s side.
“Since when… Or how did you meet Gleipnir?”
“Didn’t Lord Roman give me a place to stay? I only said hello because Nir was sleeping there.”
“I?”
Roman scratched his head at the inexplicable sound.
“I guess it’s just the location. It wasn’t long ago that I received my current body from Lord Roman.”
“I even made your body?”
The point at which the words given by Musin are revealed to be true.
Honestly, I felt dizzy.
“Is that… Something to do with my growth?”
“Of course. This rakshasa is also a weapon linked to Lord Roman. However, compared to Nir, the bond is weaker.”
After spending a moment scratching the scar on his chin, Roman asked another question.
“The connecting link is relatively faint, so can we know exactly why or under what conditions it became possible to create a body?”
Is simply growing stronger physically the key?
Word got out that Gleipnir had encountered a Rakshasa within himself.
Rakchal, who was contemplating with his soft cheek pressed against the sheath of the sword in his arms, came up with an answer.
“As Lord Roman began to build a space in his mind, this Raksasha also began to form a body. That is all.”
“That space… Does that mean that a mental image was created for me as well?”
The Rakshasa nodded his head saying yes.
As Roman looked surprised, Gleipnir also got into his face at this time.
“Master, the unique feeling of being held in your arms is so good!”
“Kuhuhu… Just like you said, it’s quite cozy.”
I can feel the sincerity in what the two mugu say.
‘Image···.’
An image that arose without my knowledge.
I don’t know how to use it or what it looks like, but I’m sure it’s evidence of growth.
He felt overwhelmed for the first time in a long time. I was so happy that my breathing stopped.
The Rakshasa approached Roman, who was dazed and immersed in the joy of growth.
“If the question has been resolved, I would like to receive the treatment I deserve from Lord Roman.”
“···Fair treatment?”
The Rakshasa approached with a bouncy, light step and snuggled into Roman, who was sitting down.
She rubbed her ass and placed it between her legs, then sat down with the back of her head pressed against Roman’s chest.
“Now! I am ready to hear an interesting story.”
Rakshasa asked her to read the book, just as he had done for Gleipnir.
Gleipnir, seeing this, jumped up with his lips quivering in embarrassment.
“It’s yours, master, that’s my place!”
“Nir. Please make some concessions to a friend who came after wandering for a long time.”
“Lord, master…!”
The look in Gleipnir’s eyes as he stamped his feet, asking for something to be done.
Roman answered in a pleasantly noisy atmosphere.
“Let’s do the seating like this.”
Roman lifted the Rakshasa that occupied the center and placed it on his right thigh.
Gleipnir looked at the picture, whimpered and snuggled into Roman’s arms, and claimed his left thigh.
After confirming that the two looked quite satisfied, Roman began reciting a thick children’s book.
*****
An empty imperial building.
The people in real power of the empire entered there, and finally the emperor arrived and took his place.
Today, one of the knights in charge of protecting the Emperor read aloud a letter from the Federal Bureau.
“···I was awakened from ignorance by the saint’s sermon, and I suppressed it. The federal government must stop, at least for a moment, the struggle that is being waged due to greed in the face of a continental crisis brought about by an evil group called Nema Natas.”
Everyone listening was shocked.
Most people knew that the church’s saints occasionally set foot in the federal government.
There may be people who have information that she is currently staying in the federal government.
There is no one here other than the Emperor and Eclair who knows that Roman accompanied him and was away.
The only imperial figure mentioned in the Federal Bureau of Letters was a saint.
The first thing that came to mind for the Emperor of the Empire, Falcone Lancaster and Eclair, was the platinum adventurer Roman.
‘What on earth are you doing…?’
The Emperor and Eclair thought at the same time.
“That’s it.”
The commotion that arose when the letter was finished being read was amazing.
Some people had their mouths closed and were organizing the content in their heads, but there were also people who spoke up.
“Since when did the feds start caring about warlocks?”
“This is something that should not be easily believed. Don’t you know what kind of plan they might have behind the scenes while they are trying to make a truce?”
“Your Majesty! These are words as sweet as honey. Doubt cannot be cast aside!”
As the atmosphere became more lively and the noise grew louder, the Emperor’s frown crumpled.
“Quiet.”
“””···.”””
When there was, in short, a satisfactory silence, Lancaster moved his wrinkled mouth.
“I want to hear the opinions of the knights who protect the empire. I’m curious about what people who have actually experienced the battlefield feel.”
The emperor’s eyes slowly scanned the three people.
The speaking turn was naturally determined, so Asen Freemiller expressed his opinion first.
“It is so sudden that there are no suspicious circumstances, but it is not something that cannot be understood. The saint’s sincerity may have really impressed the leaders of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
“Hmm.”
“Of course, there is a possibility that financial or internal problems arise and a truce is in effect. Even so, it is too dangerous to move hastily, believing that the assumption is good.”
Lancaster nods to show that he understands.
Duke Primiller rang through the space with his deep voice.
“The Empire and the Federation are currently engaged in small-scale power struggles at the ends of the front lines. However, the mere fact of maintaining a war consumes an astronomical amount of goods and manpower.”
“That’s right. It’s just as the duke said.”
“If we look at the reality calmly, the current state of the empire has many tilted parts due to the prolonged war. Even if the proposal comes due to problems within the Federal Bureau, it is considered a good opportunity to make improvements.”
This is my opinion on the war.
The duke lowered his head in a serious tone to convey the main point.
“Your majesty.”
“Say it.”
“Lastly, I would like to add a word… I agree with the opinion of the Federal Bureau that Nema Natas should be cleaned up. If the rot is so deep that it is left unattended, it will reach a point where it cannot be restored.”
“Hmm…”
“I think it would be a good idea to sort things out while I at least have the strength to lift the sword. It’s not too late.”
Let the First Knight, the most powerful man in the Empire aside from the Emperor, finish speaking.
Duke Amaranth bowed his head.
“It means the same thing. If the inside is different from the outside, it is considered better to read it while making space.”
“I am of the same opinion.”
Finally, when Eclair gave a concise answer, the Emperor stroked his beard with a satisfied smile.
‘They say they’re making a lot of noise, but to see something like this… It’s really troubling.’
The feeling that Roman, who was next to the saint, had done something did not leave Lancaster’s mind.
It was heartbreaking to see the scale of the work being done. At the point where this is possible, Roman is a desirable talent.
“Secretary.”
“Yes!”
“I will tell you what I want, so prepare a reply.”
