I’m Not That Kind of Talent - Chapter 81

81. The news of the turbulent (1)

surrender of the vainly fast kingdom of Ireon quickly spread throughout the continent.

And naturally, this almost immediately reached the ears of the revolutionary army, which was heavily focused on news from the empire.

Revolutionary army members were quietly angry.

How was the Revolutionary Army created? Isn’t this a group of people who were angry and opposed to Emperor Edoardo’s forced conquest?

Above all, most of them come from kingdoms that were destroyed by the emperor’s hand.

The emperor’s actions of advancing without hesitation and obtaining the surrender of a kingdom sprinkled salt on the bitter wounds of the revolutionary soldiers and brought back painful memories.

A grueling eight-year war in which many kingdoms disappeared from the map. And his own country disappeared as it was included in the ‘many kingdoms’.

‘It’s been a while since I stopped all activities. ‘How long do I have to hold my breath like this?’

‘It’s okay if you can’t kill the emperor. If only I could fuck him.’

‘Why have you stopped your activities now? After all, wasn’t the reason we moved so far to puncture his power and lower his approval rating rather than to kill the emperor?’

‘What on earth is the leader thinking?’

I want to move. I want to blow a hole in the emperor’s power. I hope that the emperor’s face will be horribly distorted.

The emperor’s actions ignited the revolutionary army’s desire for revenge.

However, the leader’s answer after hearing this news and the reaction of the revolutionary army members was simple.

[No change in command.]

Power should be preserved as is.

Naturally, many people protested. However, the leader’s next words silenced their voices in an instant.

[Prepare to hit the emperor’s head.]

A new wind began to blow among the revolutionary army.

***

Meanwhile, Daniel, the leader of the revolutionary army who gave all these orders, was quietly preparing to leave the headquarters. His face, covered in fatigue, was subtly stiff.

He put on his coat and let out a faint sigh.

‘I’m tired.’

My body can handle it just fine, but the mental fatigue is incredible.

I knew right away that it wouldn’t be easy to control those who tried to rush forward in anger, but it felt like it was getting more difficult as each day passed.

The more the government is pushed back, the more precarious this position will become.

Honestly, it’s unfair.

‘It’s thanks to someone that we’ve stayed together and not scattered until now.’

With people from each kingdom gathered together, there is no way factions would not arise.

Among those who were divided into factions and were at odds with each other, Daniel was the one who coordinated them and kept them from scattering.

Even if just one thing goes wrong right away, the revolutionary army will not be able to unite properly and will disperse.

“brother.”

“Ah, Paul.”

“Are you going to see your mother?”

“okay. So wait here. I will be back.”

I left Paul behind and walked down the dark road. As I was crossing the road with no lights, like an old secret passage, all kinds of random thoughts came to mind.

And I remember it again. The reason the revolutionary army gathered.

It started for a very simple reason.

[My kingdom has been destroyed. I am angry and want revenge, but there is no royal family to serve as a focal point and raise an army.]

Because the cruel emperor sought out and killed all of the royal family’s blood, even the collateral branches. Even if they were non-royal figures, if they were popular, they were killed without mercy.

I want to get up, but I have no focus.

While they were suppressing themselves and only observing their thoughts, someone came forward as if to represent their feelings.

[I will kill the emperor. Anyone who wants to participate, please gather. Origin does not matter.]

Until the last word that it does not discriminate against origin because the purpose of killing the emperor is consistent with his own.

Many people gathered.

The number was beyond imagination. It felt like I could achieve my goal at any moment.

Then, even though they had not done anything yet, worries about what would happen after the coup arose in the minds of those who had some free time.

[If we kill the emperor and all his family members, what will we do with the empty space?]

The crown prince or princess cannot be presented as puppets. Because they must die.

However, if one of them sits in that empty seat, problems will arise.

They are a group of people from each kingdom who were trampled by the emperor. It was clear that if someone sat down, people from other kingdoms would be dissatisfied.

While we were just having a subtle battle of wits without being able to come up with a clear plan, someone’s voice came out.

[Do I really need to fill the empty seat? Can’t the ‘position’ itself be eliminated?]

If we simply kill the emperor, we will only become rebels.

Let’s create a new system in the name of ‘revolution’. This is the time to abolish the caste system and create a world where everyone is equal.

This statement received majority agreement and became the core ideology of the revolutionary army.

Thus, the radical and violent group that was born primarily out of revenge and anger was transformed into the current revolutionary army that is supported not only by those who lost their country, but also by civilians and even some imperial citizens and scholars.

‘It’s only natural that it has captured the tastes of many people.’

Those who are angry about losing their country are fascinated by the violent aspect of killing the emperor, while

scholars are opposed to the new concept of eliminating the class system, and

civilians are fascinated by the dream-like future of a world where everyone is equal.

But do they really know?

All of these processes and results are not accidental, but come about through someone’s thorough planning.

Daniel stopped for a moment in front of the door he arrived at and eventually raised his hand and knocked on the door.

-smart.

“mother. “This is Daniel.”

“Come on in.”

‘Someone’ who gathered people together under the pretext of ‘killing the emperor.’

When people were worried about what would happen after the massacre, ‘one person’ said, ‘Let’s eliminate empty seats and create a world where everyone is equal.’

Daniel has long known the concept of ‘a world where everyone is equal’.

A world without kings, nobility, and no class system. A world where everyone is the owner of the country and everyone is its worker.

“Welcome son. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Inside the room, a woman with a noble aura was sitting in a rocking chair, welcoming him. Eyes as clear and deep as the sea that seem to pierce the world, and fine wrinkles that look like they often smile softly.

A woman who appears to have been knitting, with a somewhat shaped scarf resting on her lap, makes eye contact with Daniel. The woman’s eyes softened.

Daniel, who was standing there, took a step forward with a smile similar to hers.

“doesn’t exist. “Mom, are you okay?”

…His mother was the daughter of a noble family who ran away and married a commoner.

It would be difficult to think that this is just a story about a foolish person crazy about love. She was smarter than you could imagine.

By falling in love with a commoner, she questioned basic rules that no one had ever questioned before.

An idea that went beyond basic rules and was close to the fundamentals.

Caste system.

From a young age, Daniel listened to his mother sit on her lap and share her thoughts.

Even while continuing a simple married life with my father, when my father died after being mistaken for a nobleman, and even when my mother became weak due to severe stress.

She explained her thoughts and methods to Daniel, and Daniel piled up such knowledge in his head.

And as I watched my mother getting weaker day by day, I made a decision.

I will show you the world you think of before you close your eyes.

“I’m fine. “Son, what brought you here today?”

“I want to go to Ireon.”

Daniel knelt at his mother’s feet as he spoke of the name, which was now a region of the empire rather than a kingdom.

We need to increase our power until there is a coup.

Unlike during the Eight Years’ War, the king and his lineage are alive in the Kingdom of Ireon, but the fact remains that the empire obtained a forced surrender. Of course, there will be people who are dissatisfied with this result. If you do well, you may be able to receive support from the king.

‘No, you’re going to feel uncomfortable because of the revolutionary ideology.’

Even without the support of higher-ups, if we can attract those who are dissatisfied with the current situation, that is enough.

“It must be dangerous.”

“Many people died.”

I leaned my face on my mother’s lap and closed my eyes.

The faces of those who threw their lives away pass by.

“…If we continue like this, we will not be able to achieve our goal. “I need to replenish my power.”

“son.”

“Mother, I am a sinner.”

If the situation is not favorable, at least he is the one who paid the bomb so that he does not die alone, and he is the one who made him do something that almost killed him.

Then, when he occasionally heard news that a civilian had been caught and killed, Daniel had to suffer all day long.

I opened my eyes. As if he couldn’t even feel the hand gently caressing his head, Daniel muttered softly, his eyes shining with determination.

“For their sake, the purpose must be achieved.”

“Are you planning to go directly?”

“Yes, how can you earn their trust without going there yourself?”

“The emperor is probably expecting it. “Maybe we can put a soldier on standby.”

The emperor is smart. There was no way he was unaware of the revolutionary army’s thoughts.

I don’t know if you’re too busy with various things… I don’t know.

“…The Emperor will go to war again. I’m sure. The Emperor never stops. I will use this opportunity to go all the way to the end. So…”

Even though he thinks to himself, he continues to make skeptical assumptions.

“You can’t worry about this. Besides, the revolutionary army hasn’t had any major incidents recently, so they may have put it off as a priority.”

As if she sensed his intentions, the woman smiled kindly instead of bothering to refute him.

“There is no need to try to convince this mother. “Son, son, do whatever you want.”

“Ah…”

“But before I leave, there is one gift I would like to receive from my son… can you give it to me?”

“Whatever your mother wants.”

The woman’s mouth opened with a smile on her face, and Daniel’s face, who had been quietly listening, immediately turned white as she heard the words that followed.

….

“Are you here?”

“okay. “Nothing happened, right?”

“yes.”

“Oh, Paul. Could you please tell Iram to recruit some good people? Of course, you decide to go together.”

“yes? yes. By the way, are you okay? “You don’t look good…”

“Ah.”

I reflexively touched my face.

“…It’s no big deal. “There’s one more thing I’d like you to tell me, Paul.”

“Please speak.”

“Please find me a poison that will allow me to die without pain.”

“…!”

“Please.”

Daniel smiled bitterly, looking at Paul’s surprised expression.

This was the best he could do.

[Which mother can survive the loss of her child?]

[The son must return safely.]

[If the son dies, this mother will die too.]

He could not stop his mother.

***

Contrary to expectations, the emperor did not even care about the revolutionary army. At the second meeting convened, each noble who thought the subject matter was valuable brought forward a plan for the revolutionary army.

I think it was more diverse than I thought. After listening to each of the plans, the emperor chose the most useful one and left the rest to others. So there is no need to waste your attention on such a thing.

‘Did you say that once the Kingdom of Ireon is conquered, the revolutionary army will move there, so let’s have soldiers on standby?’

Probably so.

So, I remember saying something roughly.

[Send the Lofty Knights.]

Another name is the Murderous Knights.

There are two reasons for sending these guys away.

Firstly, the job is to deal with too many accidents.

I’m bored, I’m annoyed, I’m happy… I feel like my severe headache is getting worse because I keep having accidents every day for all sorts of reasons. Why do you destroy a healthy building and why do you have to juggle an iron sword and almost eat your healthy arm? It’s not even his own arm, but the arm of a passing attendant.

And secondly….

‘Who else can deal with crazy people?’

The Murderous Knights are a self-proclaimed crazy group, and the Revolutionary Army is a group of people who have a different meaning from them.

Shouldn’t crazy people be dealt with by crazy people?