Chapter 438 – Eugenics in the New World (5)
“If you do that, our Magimagi will fulfill the duty of protecting the territory that they did not do!”
The declaration filled with strong emotions swept through the conference room like a ghostly roar.
“… Hmm.”
Dana muttered lowly. Even I, who had been listening to bullshit I didn’t want to hear, now noticed why that bastard abandoned his hometown and started a strange group.
‘It’s a lust for power.’
Imprisoned in a closed Pict-in village, develop your skills and come out to fulfill your dreams.
In a way, it was similar to Dana. The only difference is that they are dozens of times more radical, selfish, and planned than our Nunna.
Even though he received training as the next priest as a disciple of his mother-in-law, it was so different.
“… What about the original owner?”
The weak lord stayed silent as if pushed by the momentum, then spoke out of pride or a sense of duty.
Conand laughed as if the demon he had just shown was a lie.
“It’s too late to tell you this. Kisar! Come!”
─Suck. As he beckoned, a young man walked out.
The young man stepped forward even as he shuddered at the awkwardness of his clothes. Even at a cursory glance, it was a shame to go out to such a place wearing an expensive formal dress that I had never worn in my life, but compared to that, I did not stop my steps even if no one urged me.
Yeongju asked with a tired face.
“Who else is that?”
“Kesar Orcus. They are direct descendants of Orcus, the original owner of the land they are occupying.”
“What?”
As the lord looked at him with his eyes wide open, Kisar swallowed. But when Conand looked at him, his back stiffened and he sighed as if reciting lines someone had told him.
“Yes, yes! It is said that my ancestor, Orcus, ruled over some of the northern lands at the end of an ancient civilization, before proper rule of law was established in these lands! No, He ruled!”
“Bloke! Is that really true! Can you prove it! If you say anything casually, you will be punished with the death penalty!”
One of the lord’s vassals made a threat. Kisar’s complexion turned blue and looked at Conand.
“Don’t worry. The evidence is there, of course. This is it.”
Then he lazily showed me some old paper framed.
Me and Dana saw it and held her breath. This is because the seal attached to the picture frame was a familiar object that stimulated the fucking PTSD.
“This is a document whose authenticity has been confirmed by Carmine University, the pinnacle of Britannian archeology.”
“… Check it out.”
The lord called someone to confirm, but there was nothing to do. That’s 100% real.
Distinguishing between genuine and fake relics and records from old times!
That was my main job when I was a research student. The seal was stamped and paid for by Yerna, but the entire inspection process until the seal was stamped was Dana and I.
I couldn’t even recognize that pattern. It was certain that it was genuine.
“… It is genuine.”
As expected, the vassal of the lord nodded shyly.
The eyes of the lord and his vassals shone as if asking for an explanation. In response, Conrad slowly stroked the frame.
“This was something I accidentally discovered while I was still in the village as the next priest, sirona-sama, who was sitting there. And! It is also the reason I left the village sick of it.”
“The reason you left? What does that mean?”
“It is literally! Can you believe this reality? The Picts had been hiding this stark evidence for hundreds of years! Just because they want to hide their shame!”
─Puck, puck! Koga grievously beat his chest and read the interpretations posted there.
“The full text of the phrase is like this! Et s’est──”
“──Et s’est escrit que il ert ancore que toz li reaumes, qui jadis fu la terre as Orcus.”
I cut off Koganom’s loud roar and hit the ball.
Everyone’s eyes turned to me. For an instant, a cold light appeared on Conand’s face.
“… Yes. You’re right. It’s an interpretation of the ancient Gorgalia, but did you manage to get it?”
“Because linguistics is my specialty.”
“… Are you short on words?”
“I’m sorry about that. Britannia is still a bit difficult. My specialty is translating old documents, not rhetoric.”
“Is that so? So, can you interpret what it means?”
Are you thinking of using the guy who came out of nowhere as a witness? You could say I’m on the witty side.
Of course it was what I wanted. I calmly translated the translated words into Britannia.
“——’And Orcus will return. Where their former territory was. It is a territory built on it’… That’s about it. Is that correct?”
Haha! You’re right! What a great interpretation!”
─Clap clap clap! Conando, who clapped happily, said.
“I interpreted this phrase, and I realized! The existence of a person called ‘Orcus’ who will return here in the north in the future and claim the land! And the ugliness of my hometown, which is stealing and occupying their land!”
─Pat! He spread his arms like a cult leader.
“I left my hometown and came out into the wider world, and found the name of my ancestor here on the Kisar family tree! And the fact that the same text exists in the Alwyn family library!”
“Yes, brother. I confirmed.”
The lord’s face hardened as Benjamin spoke with a swagger.
This, so to speak, was like the appearance of a person who possessed the original land document, only without the effective right of the land.
As a lord, this was an unacceptable problem. If you use this as an excuse to cling to other lords, it becomes an excuse for a territory war.
Others could bet, saying, ‘Look after the Alwyn family who take other people’s land and don’t give it back!’ It sounds ridiculous, but that kind of name is important in politics and war.
“But! Kisar and I, who have lived through the wise rule of the Alwyn family, will not dare to challenge the lord’s authority.”
Of course, Magimagi probably didn’t intend to make a life-and-death decision with Alwyn. The guy immediately rolled up his tail and made fun of the bulldog.
“Just for those who illegally occupied the land of ‘Orcus’ and selfishly hid even this certificate!”
– Chuck!
Conand pointed at his mother-in-law with a face that seemed to expose the wicked.
“——Such punishment and labor is necessary. Isn’t it?”
As if Conand’s wake pierced the heart of a loser, he was drenched in ecstasy.
***
‘… You prepared meticulously, Conand.’
Shirona Neman kept her mouth shut and looked at the one who was once her disciple with a pitiful look.
I knew. That he had a lot of greed since he was a boy.
But 20 years ago, he was still a child.
Appropriate desire was also a driving force for growth depending on how to use it. I believed that even the occasional aggressiveness could be used as an advantage someday.
So Sirona taught him for 20 years.
And it failed again.
‘… I really haven’t taught anyone right in my whole life.’
Sirona closed her eyes desperately.
She originally advocated the Picts’ national self-determination. It was because it was the duty of the chief priest of the Picts, which she had been in since she was educated as a disciple of her predecessors.
──Do not interfere with foreign forces, do not interfere with foreign forces.
Fulfilling the ‘duty as a descendant of Erinn’ that has been passed down from the time of our ancestors.
That was what Shirona, who took over as her priest-chief, had made her lifelong task.
Her——and, of course, the reason why she first questioned her own duty was because her daughter had run away from home.
Shirona inadvertently looked at Dana with her sidelong glance.
A precious daughter who ran away without saying anything 20 years ago.
It was only for a moment that she left without a word and was angry with her daughter for not contacting her. It was inevitable for her parents to abandon her duties in her longing and concern for her daughter.
It has been 20 years since he forgot her mission and sought out the whereabouts of her daughter, even receiving outside help from her.
Sirona asked the whereabouts of her daughter from a transport guild person who came to her village from time to time, wrote a letter to her, ordered her person to scatter her search papers, and choked her heart in worry. .
In the first two years, there were days when I passed out during a rain ritual because I stayed up all night with my eyes open.
Nonetheless, Shirona did not even know if her daughter was alive or dead until recently.
In her 20 years, her biological daughter, Dana, has not received a single letter or even a single call from her. It was still hard to believe that she had come on her own.
—… Could it be that the way I taught was the problem?
Is that why her daughter also left her hometown and never returned?
On the day she was advised by her chieftain to renew her priesthood, Sirona was skeptical of the teachings he had given her daughter.
The educational policy from her ancestors that she had not even questioned.
Was her Pictish doctrine of national self-determination wrong enough to make her daughter want to leave her for the rest of her life?
Unable to let go of her skepticism, I took Conand, who had claimed to be her next priest, as her disciple, and carefully practiced all the spells and spells she had intended to teach her daughter.
Pointing out the flaws of her Conand, which were peeking out in the process, was impossible for her, having lost her own daughter at the end of her stern treatment.
If, at the end of the strict education given to Dana, Conand also rebelled and left, Sirona did not have the confidence to endure it any longer.
Moreover, her death or deterioration meant the end of Pictish knowledge and history, which could only be passed on through oral tradition.
Thinking that further failures should be avoided, Shirona overlooked her disciple’s flaws.
‘If this is the result of that teaching method, then this may also be the result of my fault.’
─Tight. Shirona closed her eyes and bowed her head.
Because she received her wrong education, her precious daughter and pupil must have gone astray.
Even if her child, who had been her disciple in the past, had her malice and tried to usurp the land where she was born, she raised him that way.
Of course, Conand’s argument was sophistry that Shirona, who had come to this position on behalf of her chieftain, should not pass over.
If you accept that claim, in the future, her hometown and villagers will have no place to stand.
“… It’s okay.”
But no matter how hard she tried, her mouth wouldn’t open.
It’s not that I couldn’t find anything to refute. The phrase that the disciple stole had a few more words left.
Still, I couldn’t open my mouth.
To her, who began to doubt what she had believed in all her life, her outside vision was too broad.
“——Ah, are you okay for a second?”
Was it like that? When she heard a very calming voice, Shirona raised her head and widened her eyes without realizing it.
“I was trying to get a rough idea out of it because it was an opinion unrelated to the subject of the meeting, but as an archaeologist, she has a misunderstanding that is hard to pass over.”
Her son-in-law did not even get up from his chair and denied the disciple’s sophistry.
A young man who had not heard his name from himself, but only heard about what kind of person he was from the priest who had brought news of his daughter.
He was the husband of her daughter, who had slain several notorious warlocks in a world she didn’t know, and was gradually making his name known in the country.
“… Archaeologist? No, is it an illusion?”
“Yes.”
To her bewildered pupil, her son-in-law replied indifferently.
“The noun ‘Orcus’ based on the ancient Romanian language is not a human name. Oh Do you know what human name means? I mean, it’s not a person’s name. Can you do it in Ulster?”
“… What, what?”
“Well… You are very slow to understand. No matter what name the ancestor of the yangban standing over there lived and passed away, it means that the yangban was the one who ruled the northern part of the past.”
─Tok tok.
The young man’s way of beating the table as if he was bored seemed to be roughly correcting the mistakes of someone who was lacking something, making Conand, who had been arguing with a loud voice just a moment ago, seem to be a mere idiot.
And that plainness even added persuasion to the young man’s words.
If that’s what he was aiming for, it must mean that he’s much better than Conand at controlling people’s minds.
Conand and his benefactor Benjamin contorted their faces as if they couldn’t admit it. The lord spoke quickly before they made a fuss.
“Archaeologist, tell me. What the hell does the word ‘Orcus’ mean?”
“Hmm… I’m sorry, but as I already said, I’m a bit clumsy in Britannia. If you don’t mind, can I leave the detailed explanation to Dr. Verbeia?”
He left the seat with words that didn’t feel the slightest sincerity.
But no one said anything about it. All eyes in the conference room were on his wife.
Sirona’s daughter opened her mouth at her husband’s sudden pass, and then she let out an insatiable smile.
“Are you an archaeologist too? Looking at the reaction, it seems like you know the answer.”
“Yeah. ‘Orcus’ is a title referring to a certain monster. It’s the name of a cannibal, a man-eating monster, an underground demon.”
─Druck.
Dana stood up and said.
Although not as much as her husband, she has a doctorate in archeology and she reads the records of ancient civilizations to the point of exhaustion. Although she was one step behind, she was the first to notice what the man she loved was about to say.
“That ‘orcus’ is an archaic word meaning ‘ogre’.”
Dana looked pathetically at her junior who betrayed her hometown, she said.
“The phrase you cherished on the picture frame must have been a prophecy hinting at the army of monsters attacking Alwyn right now. You bastard with a puncture in this head.”
At the words mixed with thick curse words, the meeting room turned upside down.
