Chapter 7.2: Organize
“As expected, it’s good to not let the seat be empty. Isn’t that right, Dayphon?”
Dayphon did not respond to Rashtain’s words.
It was because he knew she wasn’t looking for an answer.
But he also had the sa idea.
Appointing a new Lord was the sole responsibility of the Overlord, but disposing of the Lord once appointed was not sothing even she could do on her own.
If it had not been for the empty seat, it would not have been appropriate to give any other Lord’s seat to the newly appointed Lord who had only appeared today.
“It was a little surprising, though.”
“Hmm, what? That I gave him the position of the Lord right away?”
“Sir Ron… I guess I should call him Seventh Lord from now on. Anyway, I expected you would offer him that position the mont he’s invited to the eting.”
Rashtain grinned.
“Seeing him once was enough.”
Ron.
When she thought about it again, he was truly a strange human being.
She was genuinely surprised, especially when he discovered her disguise.
It was a half-joking test, but none of the other Lords previously recognized her identity at once, except for the current Third Lord, the Heavenly Palace.
Above all, if once reached her level, they could not only see the simple external elents but also the much more essential part within.
A supre soul reminiscent of a king.
She didn’t know what his true abilities were yet, but at least he was as strong as the other Lords.
“And didn’t you see it? That bored expression on his face?”
“…”
“If I had spent a little more ti unnecessarily, he would have definitely walked out, hahaha!”
Dayphon was also paying attention to Ron throughout the eting.
The other’s expression didn’t change so much that he thought he might refuse the position of the Lord, but fortunately, that didn’t happen.
“The Seventh Lord is going to move right away?”
“Perhaps he will stay in the castle a little longer. I had sent a ssenger to Enlock.”
“Yes. Anyway, you’ve worked hard. This outco was even a much bigger achievent than our original purpose.”
There was also the plan for the chief of staff, Dayphon, to move directly to Santea, but now, Rashtain was only thinking about Ron.
“I heard he was on the Archemon convoy as a prisoner.”
She heard everything before the eting started about the incident in the convoy and the situation when Dayphon first t Ron.
Even how he killed the warrior, Garten.
“Did you really not feel any special energy when you kill the warrior?”
“Yes none. Maybe I simply didn’t recognize it, but I was at a close distance of less than ten steps…”
“Hmm, then I guess it’s not magic at all.”
From the mont she entered the eting hall pretending to be a servant, Rashtain had paid close attention to Ron.
However, she obviously did not feel any magic power.
“It’s ridiculous that even my senses were deceived. It’s highly likely that it’s a ‘mystery’.”
“…”
“Or maybe it’s a racial trait I don’t know about at all. Just because he looks like he might be human doesn’t an that he really is. I wonder what kind of ability it is.”
Looking at her murmuring with a wide smile of interest on her lips, Dayphon asked insinuatingly;
“Why don’t the Overlord find out more?”
“I told you, I don’t want him to beco my enemy. At least, not yet. Besides, Ron wasn’t even his real na.”
“Ah… was that the case?”
“Yeah.”
Rashtain knew Ron hadn’t given his real na.
It was easy for her to distinguish the truth from lies mixed in the other person’s words.
“The rest of what he said was fine. But… I’d like to find out his identity myself. It surely has been a while since sothing like this happened, right?”
“…You an you’re going to Santea?”
“Haha, don’t be too surprised. It’s not right now, but maybe later, when I have ti. Dayphon, you always worry too much.”
Rashtain waved her hand and grinned.
“Anyway, let’s watch him slowly. I’m looking forward to what our new Seventh Lord will do in the future.”
***
Several days passed.
Life in the Overlord’s castle was extrely comfortable. The al was great, and the bed was comfortable.
There was nothing inconvenient as the attendants were waiting nearby and I could imdiately ordered anything I needed.
“…”
I was standing by the window in a daze, getting so fresh air.
I could see knights gathering and training in a wide space like a plaza on one side of the castle.
The reason I was still staying here instead of moving to the Seventh Lord’s territory was because I had to organize my thoughts.
I had a busy ti in my own way, almost confined to my room for a few days.
First, I confird that this world had a ti difference from the background of RaSa which I played, as expected.
It was the 759th year of the Rachronia continental calendar, exactly five years in the past.
Including what would happen in the future, important or even a little useful information was drawn from my mory and written. Lest I forgot it.
Since there was no way anyone would recognize the handwriting written in Korean, there was nothing to feel burdened by the mo.
And based on the above information, I also made a rough plan for the future.
What I needed most is power.
The top priority, of course, was to strengthen my personal specs.
I was to weak.
Including personal safety issues, there were limits to what could be done with only a level 1 force.
Then instant kill skill was a trump card that could kill anyone as long as there’s contact, but that’s all.
If I could level up by killing opponents and gaining experience points, just like when I played the ga, then I don’t have to worry about increasing my specs.
But now that the ga had beco a reality, unfortunately, that seed impossible.
If the experience point system remained as it was, sothing should have changed when I killed the warrior.
In addition, there was no other systems such as stats, skill information window, or inventory. I tried to mumble into the air, just in case, but nothing ca out.
Except for two skills I had and the level indicator in my field of vision, this was almost a perfect reality.
So, how could I be strong in this ‘reality’?
Of course, you just have to suffer and train yourself. Like those novels you have read.
But I couldn’t afford that.
By the way, nothing had changed that showed that I had a great talent for things like swordsmanship or magic.
How much ti would it take to train and beco strong enough? Who would I be learning from?
After a few years, would I be able to barely beco strong enough to level 30?
Even the weakest knight in the Overlord’s castle would have a much higher level than that.
Because of this, there was only one way.
I just needed to gain the ability that would allow to beco stronger in an instant with no effort.
Mysteries hidden all over the continent, or hidden pieces such as ruins.
Right now, there was a mystery that could be got just by travelling from the Overlord’s castle to the Seventh Lord’s territory.
It wouldn’t enhance my intrinsic fighting power, but anyway, it was the only way to instantly amplify my specs in a short period. But…
It won’t be easy after all.
As with any fantasy novels, the place where the mystery was hidden was usually in a rough place. It was no different in here.
Whether it be monsters or traps, I could not overco all dangers that I would face in reaching the destination.
Should I use the Lord’s power to get soone who could do so?
I didn’t know if I should really do that if there’s no other way, but doing so would make feel uneasy.
Also, there were things that couldn’t be obtained unless I would go there myself.
In the first place, going around the continent to find those mysteries was sothing I couldn’t do alone.
Because of this, an excellent assistant was needed.
As assistant who could take responsibility for my safety anyti, anywhere… yes, an escort.
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