Episode 577: The Story of Those Left behind (1)
a month ago from now.
In the forbidden realm where the public is not allowed to enter, Dmitry's wizards were busy moving and preparing something.
It was a circle of hundreds of teleport magic.
Teleportation is a popular means of transportation in the magical civilization, but it was absurd to have so many magic circles operating at the same time.
"It's ready."
"Go ahead."
"Yes."
woah ah ah.
Hundreds of magic circles lit up at the same time.
Just as a furnace radiates scorching heat, in a space overflowing with mana, wizards sent magical items called memory stones across the dimension.
One thousand per magic circle. Knowing that most of them would be destroyed if they crossed the dimension, I poured it out with the hope that at least one would succeed.
It was a day that repeats itself every day.
Seeing the wizards working with familiar faces, a man approached the wizard who gave the order.
"Any news?"
"Oh, Chris."
man's body.
it was chris
When the wizard found Chris, he smiled bitterly.
"There is no special harvest yet. Although some dimensions have sent out anomalies, our conclusion is that it has nothing to do with His Majesty Roman Dmitry."
"It's already been a year. People are saying that the budget spent here is meaningless. Of course, this does not mean that the search for His Majesty should cease. However, there are many opinions that we should focus on researching how to find out by ourselves rather than sending clues like the 'Memory Stone' beyond the dimension."
"I understand."
1 year ago.
After Roman Dmitry disappeared, Pelex, the owner of the horse tower in Phoenix, succeeded in reaching the realm of 'beyond the dimension' after numerous experiments.
The problem is not sure what kind of world it is connected to, and the fragile body of living things could not cross the dimensional boundary.
So, I chose to send things like memory stones beyond the dimension.
If anyone knew Roman Dmitry, or if he had a memory stone, he intended to receive a signal so that he could specify one of the many dimensions.
A year passed like that.
The experiment was repeated every day, but there was no special result.
Felix said.
"We use thousands of mana stones to activate hundreds of teleport magic circles every day, and the fire in the magic lab has not been extinguished in the past year to create hundreds of thousands of memory stones to be sent across the dimension. At first I thought there was definitely hope, but now I am also skeptical of the repeating results. So, I visited the Duke of Valentino. As someone who can afford the astronomical amount used in the experiment, I tried to explain the situation and find a different direction."
magic experiment.
Although it was a part of the Dmitry Empire, the Duke of Valentino declared that he would fully support Felix's experiments.
It was literally pouring water into the bottom of the poison.
He did not stop investing even though there were no results, and people said that the Duke of Valentino earned like a dog and invested all his money in Roman Dmitry.
Of course, he made up for the money somehow as he was running the top of the continent, but for Felix, he felt sorry for the lack of income.
By the way.
When Felix came to visit, the Duke of Valentino said:
"He told me not to stop the experiment, because I could spend all my fortune. If people's concern is unprofitable performance, then he'll spit out all the money, so go ahead with both. And above all else, the Empire is adhering to its position of full support. But how can I tell you to give up on this, even with a 0.1% chance?"
Chris looked away.
I clenched my teeth in a miserable feeling.
Everyone was trying.
If I could find any traces of being alive, people seemed to be able to endure it with great joy.
He didn't say he wanted to give up either.
but.
Someone just had to tell the truth.
Chris was about to give his words of support again, but he saw a soldier running from afar.
"Chris! Chris! There is something to check!"
urgent voice.
eyes wide open.
Seeing the soldier approaching him, Chris' heart began to pound.
* * *
A man was lying on the floor.
Seeing as motionless as a dead person, Chris asked Isabelle, who was once called a saint, with an anxious face.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I think Henry Albert's soul has been summoned by someone. At first, I suspected sudden death, but when I borrowed the power of God to confirm it, only the soul had disappeared while the body was still alive. It may still be a hasty decision, but I think it was artificially summoned in view of the magical link remaining in the body."
"That means… … ."
"Yes. Beyond the dimension, it means that someone has finally responded to our desperate need."
Moment.
Emotions were rushing.
Knowing that all his efforts had not been in vain, Chris tried to suppress his emotions and asked again.
"Then why are you Henry Albert?"
"It may be a simple coincidence, but assuming that Henry Albert is identified, it can be inferred that the existence of 'biography' formed a link with Henry Albert. As you know, Henry Albert used his own money to create his biography and send it across the dimension. If someone beyond the dimension had used his biography as a medium, Henry Albert, who left the most traces on the medium, would have been identified."
"… … In the end, it means that Henry Albert will need to wake up to be sure."
"Right."
a word of possibility.
That was enough.
In a situation where nothing could be expected, I was happy to know that I could expect something unknown.
Henry Albert's news soon spread across the continent.
People came to see Henry Albert in person, including Kevin, who was known to be wandering the world.
After making the decision to find Roman Dmitry. Kevin again left the Dmitry Empire.
Thinking that there might be clues left somewhere in the world, I have been wandering the world for a while.
Now, Kevin was on the side of Henry Albert.
When the body dies, the soul doesn't come back, so he stayed by his side and never left.
"I will keep it."
calm face.
calm voice.
Kevin stayed by Henry Albert's side like a mongrel.
After a fortnight, Chris told him to take a break, but there was no way to stop Kevin from sticking around.
A person who can't be controlled except by Roman Dmitry. He was Kevin.
Chris understands Kevin's mind, so he doesn't even try to control it any further than that.
Time has passed.
Those who were hopeful at first expressed concern that Henry Albert would die as it was.
everyone came
Everyone knelt and prayed to Henry Albert.
please come back alive
Please give me a clue.
one month like that.
When people found Henry Albert, as always, he, lying like a corpse, finally opened his eyes.
* * *
dull voice.
It was a voice that was not immediately recognizable, but people knew exactly what Henry Albert was trying to say.
"Lo, I have met His Majesty Roman Dmitry. I finally met him."
at that word.
"AA AA AA!"
"Oh God!"
"Thank you, thank you so much!"
The huge space was filled with cheers.
People sent enthusiastic cheers, and even though no one had asked them to, they sat down and expressed their gratitude to God.
The survival of Roman Dmitry. It was the hope people had longed for.
The mere fact that Roman Dmitry was still alive made people weep and say thank you again and again.
Fortunately, Chris and Kevin were the same.
But rather than weeping with joy, they grabbed hold of Henry Albert, who knew something, and asked.
"Is your Majesty Roman Dmitry safe?"
"How the hell is that place?"
"What happened?"
"Did you find a way to move the dimension?"
"His Majesty the Emperor… … ."
It was truly a question killer.
Henry Albert was dizzy as the aftermath of possession had not yet subsided, but he did not want to turn away from his earnest gaze.
I endured the strong aura rising. I may not be able to answer all of your questions right now, but I know what they need.
There was pain in the lips.
Dry lips cracked, but Henry Albert struggled to say hope for Dmitry.
"Your Majesty Roman Dmitry is alive and well. And he said to me."
it was still clear
The figure of Roman Dmitry speaking to himself.
"Your Majesty, too, is trying to come back to us."
* * *
Alves of the Dmitry Guard.
He looked nervous.
Being assigned to the guard for the first time, he was tasked with managing the entry and exit of the Dmitry Empire.
Since the beginning is very important to everyone, Alves could not sleep at night thinking about today.
'Let's do well, we'll do well.'
A competition ratio of 1,000:1.
As he defeated numerous competitors and won this position, Alves wanted to end the day in a really cool way.
So that he can later show off to his children how much work he has done.
At the end of the day and when you go home, your parents can look at you and be proud of you.
broke my heart
The senior said there would be nothing special.
Most of them are managing the entry and exit of ordinary citizens, so they smiled saying that they can adapt quickly.
And now.
The guards have an emergency.
Alves seemed to go out of his mind from the first day.
"The Duke of Valentino is coming!"
"Marquis Fabius is coming!"
"The Count Lawrence enters!"
.
.
Dmitry's giants.
They appeared one after another.
That alone made my eyes twitch, but it was nothing compared to what was to come.
"The King of Cairo is coming!"
"King Hector enters!"
"Emperor Kronos enters!"
"Emperor Valhalla enters!"
Really.
Unbearable giants continued to appear.
At first, I was terrified by the names of the high-ranking nobles, but when the leaders of each country appeared, my heart stopped beating with the nobles' business cards from then on.
What does this mean? Alves had no idea what was going on in Dmitry because he was so focused on his guard duty.
It certainly didn't seem like an ordinary thing, but a newcomer who had just taken over did not dare to ask a question to his senior.
'Is there even a Continental War?'
sweat was dripping.
Seeing that he continued his work even after being exhausted, the man in charge of Dmitry's guard came up to him and said,
"Alves."
"Yes? Yes?!"
I was startled.
The captain of the guard looked at Alves like that and smiled.
"I understand that this is a really tough day for you. I'm not used to the job yet, but it must be very difficult to deal with all the people in one day that I'll have a hard time meeting in my life. But I hope you enjoy this moment."
turned his gaze.
Even though they were great people, they seemed to follow Dmitry's procedures.
"It may be a difficult first day of work, but there will come a day when you will be proud of this day. This landscape we face. Because it is the sincerity of those who think of His Majesty, Roman Dmitry, the ruler of this country."
at that word.
Alves looked at the guard captain with a blank expression.
At this time, he did not know the meaning of the words, but as the captain of the guard said, he will never forget this moment for the rest of his life.
* * *
Dmitry's conference room.
The Dmitry Empire, as well as tycoons from all over the world, were in attendance.
It could be said that they truly represent the entire continent, and they waited for 'one person' with a calm face.
After the disappearance of Roman Dmitry.
The seat of the emperor became vacant.
In the meantime, there was someone who led the country as an agent rather than someone taking the place.
squeaky.
"King Rodwell Dmitry enters."
King of Arcadia.
He appeared in front of people.
Episode 577: The Story of Those Left behind (1)
a month ago from now.
In the forbidden realm where the public is not allowed to enter, Dmitry's wizards were busy moving and preparing something.
It was a circle of hundreds of teleport magic.
Teleportation is a popular means of transportation in the magical civilization, but it was absurd to have so many magic circles operating at the same time.
"It's ready."
"Go ahead."
"Yes."
woah ah ah.
Hundreds of magic circles lit up at the same time.
Just as a furnace radiates scorching heat, in a space overflowing with mana, wizards sent magical items called memory stones across the dimension.
One thousand per magic circle. Knowing that most of them would be destroyed if they crossed the dimension, I poured it out with the hope that at least one would succeed.
It was a day that repeats itself every day.
Seeing the wizards working with familiar faces, a man approached the wizard who gave the order.
"Any news?"
"Oh, Chris."
man's body.
it was chris
When the wizard found Chris, he smiled bitterly.
"There is no special harvest yet. Although some dimensions have sent out anomalies, our conclusion is that it has nothing to do with His Majesty Roman Dmitry."
"It's already been a year. People are saying that the budget spent here is meaningless. Of course, this does not mean that the search for His Majesty should cease. However, there are many opinions that we should focus on researching how to find out by ourselves rather than sending clues like the 'Memory Stone' beyond the dimension."
"I understand."
1 year ago.
After Roman Dmitry disappeared, Pelex, the owner of the horse tower in Phoenix, succeeded in reaching the realm of 'beyond the dimension' after numerous experiments.
The problem is not sure what kind of world it is connected to, and the fragile body of living things could not cross the dimensional boundary.
So, I chose to send things like memory stones beyond the dimension.
If anyone knew Roman Dmitry, or if he had a memory stone, he intended to receive a signal so that he could specify one of the many dimensions.
A year passed like that.
The experiment was repeated every day, but there was no special result.
Felix said.
"We use thousands of mana stones to activate hundreds of teleport magic circles every day, and the fire in the magic lab has not been extinguished in the past year to create hundreds of thousands of memory stones to be sent across the dimension. At first I thought there was definitely hope, but now I am also skeptical of the repeating results. So, I visited the Duke of Valentino. As someone who can afford the astronomical amount used in the experiment, I tried to explain the situation and find a different direction."
magic experiment.
Although it was a part of the Dmitry Empire, the Duke of Valentino declared that he would fully support Felix's experiments.
It was literally pouring water into the bottom of the poison.
He did not stop investing even though there were no results, and people said that the Duke of Valentino earned like a dog and invested all his money in Roman Dmitry.
Of course, he made up for the money somehow as he was running the top of the continent, but for Felix, he felt sorry for the lack of income.
By the way.
When Felix came to visit, the Duke of Valentino said:
"He told me not to stop the experiment, because I could spend all my fortune. If people's concern is unprofitable performance, then he'll spit out all the money, so go ahead with both. And above all else, the Empire is adhering to its position of full support. But how can I tell you to give up on this, even with a 0.1% chance?"
Chris looked away.
I clenched my teeth in a miserable feeling.
Everyone was trying.
If I could find any traces of being alive, people seemed to be able to endure it with great joy.
He didn't say he wanted to give up either.
but.
Someone just had to tell the truth.
Chris was about to give his words of support again, but he saw a soldier running from afar.
"Chris! Chris! There is something to check!"
urgent voice.
eyes wide open.
Seeing the soldier approaching him, Chris' heart began to pound.
* * *
A man was lying on the floor.
Seeing as motionless as a dead person, Chris asked Isabelle, who was once called a saint, with an anxious face.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I think Henry Albert's soul has been summoned by someone. At first, I suspected sudden death, but when I borrowed the power of God to confirm it, only the soul had disappeared while the body was still alive. It may still be a hasty decision, but I think it was artificially summoned in view of the magical link remaining in the body."
"That means… … ."
"Yes. Beyond the dimension, it means that someone has finally responded to our desperate need."
Moment.
Emotions were rushing.
Knowing that all his efforts had not been in vain, Chris tried to suppress his emotions and asked again.
"Then why are you Henry Albert?"
"It may be a simple coincidence, but assuming that Henry Albert is identified, it can be inferred that the existence of 'biography' formed a link with Henry Albert. As you know, Henry Albert used his own money to create his biography and send it across the dimension. If someone beyond the dimension had used his biography as a medium, Henry Albert, who left the most traces on the medium, would have been identified."
"… … In the end, it means that Henry Albert will need to wake up to be sure."
"Right."
a word of possibility.
That was enough.
In a situation where nothing could be expected, I was happy to know that I could expect something unknown.
Henry Albert's news soon spread across the continent.
People came to see Henry Albert in person, including Kevin, who was known to be wandering the world.
After making the decision to find Roman Dmitry. Kevin again left the Dmitry Empire.
Thinking that there might be clues left somewhere in the world, I have been wandering the world for a while.
Now, Kevin was on the side of Henry Albert.
When the body dies, the soul doesn't come back, so he stayed by his side and never left.
"I will keep it."
calm face.
calm voice.
Kevin stayed by Henry Albert's side like a mongrel.
After a fortnight, Chris told him to take a break, but there was no way to stop Kevin from sticking around.
A person who can't be controlled except by Roman Dmitry. He was Kevin.
Chris understands Kevin's mind, so he doesn't even try to control it any further than that.
Time has passed.
Those who were hopeful at first expressed concern that Henry Albert would die as it was.
everyone came
Everyone knelt and prayed to Henry Albert.
please come back alive
Please give me a clue.
one month like that.
When people found Henry Albert, as always, he, lying like a corpse, finally opened his eyes.
* * *
dull voice.
It was a voice that was not immediately recognizable, but people knew exactly what Henry Albert was trying to say.
"Lo, I have met His Majesty Roman Dmitry. I finally met him."
at that word.
"AA AA AA!"
"Oh God!"
"Thank you, thank you so much!"
The huge space was filled with cheers.
People sent enthusiastic cheers, and even though no one had asked them to, they sat down and expressed their gratitude to God.
The survival of Roman Dmitry. It was the hope people had longed for.
The mere fact that Roman Dmitry was still alive made people weep and say thank you again and again.
Fortunately, Chris and Kevin were the same.
But rather than weeping with joy, they grabbed hold of Henry Albert, who knew something, and asked.
"Is your Majesty Roman Dmitry safe?"
"How the hell is that place?"
"What happened?"
"Did you find a way to move the dimension?"
"His Majesty the Emperor… … ."
It was truly a question killer.
Henry Albert was dizzy as the aftermath of possession had not yet subsided, but he did not want to turn away from his earnest gaze.
I endured the strong aura rising. I may not be able to answer all of your questions right now, but I know what they need.
There was pain in the lips.
Dry lips cracked, but Henry Albert struggled to say hope for Dmitry.
"Your Majesty Roman Dmitry is alive and well. And he said to me."
it was still clear
The figure of Roman Dmitry speaking to himself.
"Your Majesty, too, is trying to come back to us."
* * *
Alves of the Dmitry Guard.
He looked nervous.
Being assigned to the guard for the first time, he was tasked with managing the entry and exit of the Dmitry Empire.
Since the beginning is very important to everyone, Alves could not sleep at night thinking about today.
'Let's do well, we'll do well.'
A competition ratio of 1,000:1.
As he defeated numerous competitors and won this position, Alves wanted to end the day in a really cool way.
So that he can later show off to his children how much work he has done.
At the end of the day and when you go home, your parents can look at you and be proud of you.
broke my heart
The senior said there would be nothing special.
Most of them are managing the entry and exit of ordinary citizens, so they smiled saying that they can adapt quickly.
And now.
The guards have an emergency.
Alves seemed to go out of his mind from the first day.
"The Duke of Valentino is coming!"
"Marquis Fabius is coming!"
"The Count Lawrence enters!"
.
.
Dmitry's giants.
They appeared one after another.
That alone made my eyes twitch, but it was nothing compared to what was to come.
"The King of Cairo is coming!"
"King Hector enters!"
"Emperor Kronos enters!"
"Emperor Valhalla enters!"
Really.
Unbearable giants continued to appear.
At first, I was terrified by the names of the high-ranking nobles, but when the leaders of each country appeared, my heart stopped beating with the nobles' business cards from then on.
What does this mean? Alves had no idea what was going on in Dmitry because he was so focused on his guard duty.
It certainly didn't seem like an ordinary thing, but a newcomer who had just taken over did not dare to ask a question to his senior.
'Is there even a Continental War?'
sweat was dripping.
Seeing that he continued his work even after being exhausted, the man in charge of Dmitry's guard came up to him and said,
"Alves."
"Yes? Yes?!"
I was startled.
The captain of the guard looked at Alves like that and smiled.
"I understand that this is a really tough day for you. I'm not used to the job yet, but it must be very difficult to deal with all the people in one day that I'll have a hard time meeting in my life. But I hope you enjoy this moment."
turned his gaze.
Even though they were great people, they seemed to follow Dmitry's procedures.
"It may be a difficult first day of work, but there will come a day when you will be proud of this day. This landscape we face. Because it is the sincerity of those who think of His Majesty, Roman Dmitry, the ruler of this country."
at that word.
Alves looked at the guard captain with a blank expression.
At this time, he did not know the meaning of the words, but as the captain of the guard said, he will never forget this moment for the rest of his life.
* * *
Dmitry's conference room.
The Dmitry Empire, as well as tycoons from all over the world, were in attendance.
It could be said that they truly represent the entire continent, and they waited for 'one person' with a calm face.
After the disappearance of Roman Dmitry.
The seat of the emperor became vacant.
In the meantime, there was someone who led the country as an agent rather than someone taking the place.
squeaky.
"King Rodwell Dmitry enters."
King of Arcadia.
He appeared in front of people.
