by Dojyomaru
To differentiate the two, I was calling this one a “simple receiver.”
If the fountain receiver was like a theater, you could say this simple receiver was like a television. The simple receiver produced a clearer image, too. The jewels were a rare item found in dungeons, so it seemed that it wouldn’t be possible to mass-produce them, but maybe we could mass-produce these simple receivers. If that could be arranged, maybe someday families would be able to watch the Jewel Voice Broadcast in their own homes.
Anyway, let’s get back to the story. There were three of those simple receivers set up in this room.
The three receivers showed the faces of Army General Georg Carmine, who was a lion beastman, Air Force General Castor Vargas, who was a dragonewt, and Navy Admiral Excel Walter, who was a sea serpent. I was sure that, on their end, they had a projection of me and Liscia standing together, too.
“...It’s our first time meeting face-to-face like this, huh?” I said. “I am the one to whom the former King of Elfrieden, Sir Albert, entrusted with the throne, the provisional king, Souma Kazuya.”
“You’re...” After hearing me introduce myself, Castor opened his eyes wide in surprise.
“Is something the matter?” I asked.
“No, I had heard you were a hero summoned from another world, so I had expected someone more tough and rugged...”
“Duke Vargas!” Excel interjected, as if scolding him. “If you call yourself a warrior, you must always show the proper respect to those you deal with.”
After Excel’s rebuke, Castor meekly gave his name.
“...Right. I’m Air Force General Castor Vargas.”
According to my information, Castor was Excel’s son-in-law. Perhaps the reason he was acting more meekly than the personality I had heard for him (a muscle-head) was because of that power dynamic between them.
“...I apologize for raising my voice just now,” the sea serpent said, accompanying her words with an elegant bow. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty. I am Excel Walter, at your service.”
“I am Army General Georg Carmine,” the beastman said shortly.
This brought the introductions to a close.
...This lion-faced beastman is Georg Carmine, huh? I thought.
He had a well-built physique that an ordinary guy like me couldn’t hope to compare with, a mane that served to accentuate his manliness, and, lastly, the shining, fiery eyes of a lion. Even though I was only seeing a video image of him, it felt like he was right there in the room with me.
I could understand why Liscia had admired him. He had the look of an experienced warrior.
“Duke Carmine...” Liscia began.
The duke said nothing.
Liscia had let out his name without intending to, but Georg didn’t even cast a glance in her direction.
“I will now issue an ultimatum to the three dukes.” In order to keep myself from being overwhelmed by Georg’s presence, I issued this pronouncement in a clear tone. “In the time since I took the throne, you have all failed to respond to repeated requests for your cooperation. While it may have been Sir Albert’s own idea, I am sure the suddenness with which the throne changed hands must have played into that. As such, I will not hold you responsible for not obeying my commands up to this point. However, if you continue to disregard my orders, I will be left with no choice but to declare you traitors. I would like to hear your opinions on this.”
“I have something to ask you, sire.” The first to open her mouth was Excel.
“...What might that be?” I asked.
“What do you intend to do about the three duchies?”
I looked Excel’s image in the eye. As might have been expected from a woman who had inherited the blood of sea serpents, her eyes were endlessly cold, seeming to stare into the depths of my heart.
“If you obey me... I have no intention of laying a hand on the three duchies themselves,” I said.
She immediately came back with another question. “Then what of the three ducal armies?”
Her ability to accurately cut to the heart of the matter impressed me.
“...The three ducal armies will be folded into the Forbidden Army to create a new unified army,” I said. “Furthermore, noble fiefs will be forbidden to maintain personal forces in excess of what is needed for policing. These excess troops will also be incorporated into the Forbidden Army. In accordance with this, the special rights afforded to the three duchies for maintaining an army will be abolished. They will henceforth be treated the same as any other noble fief.”
“So that is it, after all...” Excel murmured.
“...You understand what you’re trying to do here, right?” Castor said, glaring at me.
“Castor...” Excel seemed to be trying to rebuke him for his attitude, but Castor held up a hand to stop her.
“This is important, Duchess Walter.”
When he responded with that serious tone of voice, Excel grudgingly closed her mouth.
Taking it as a sign of acquiescence, Castor looked me straight in the eye and spoke. “The three ducal armies are a system put in place to prevent the rise of a tyrant. This is a multiracial state, but the royal family is human. If a tyrant were to become king and institute policies that favored humans, the other races might face oppression. In order to prevent that, our predecessors came up with the three ducal armies. We three dukes of different races support the royal family, but we also monitor it, so that we can step in and depose a tyrant if it comes to that. Are you saying you want to destroy that system?”
It was a direct question, so I looked Castor in the eyes and answered. “In times of peace, that system would be fine, I’m sure. However, the world is full of instability now. While the expansion of the Demon Lord’s Domain to the north has stopped, there’s no telling when that might change suddenly and drastically. The intentions of the great power to the west, the Gran Chaos Empire, also remain unclear. The Duchy of Amidonia, who long for revenge on this country, and the Turgis Republic, with their Go North policy, are actively looking for any opening to seize our territory. The disputes with the Nine-Headed Dragon Archipelago Union to our east over fishing rights are unending.”
I was speaking about the situation this country had currently found itself in. This country’s situation was incredibly unstable. Ordinarily, we shouldn’t have had time for this petty squabbling.
“Look at the situation in the world, Duke Vargas,” I continued. “In this unstable situation, an army with multiple command structures is not going to perform anywhere near well enough. This is the time to centralize power.”
“And what if the center is rotten?” he demanded. “How can you say for certain that you won’t become a tyrant? If we leave the entire army in your hands, who could hold you to account?”
“If that happens, then come for my head yourself!” I slammed my hands down on the desk hard, knowing this was where I would have to fight.
In the corner of my eye, I could see the image of Georg, his eyes closed and his arms crossed. That man... He wasn’t about to stop now. However, that only made it more important that I win Castor and Excel over to my side here.
“I’m only human,” I said. “I can’t guarantee that I won’t turn into a tyrant. Of course, that said, I have no intention of ever doing anything that would make Liscia and the others sad.”
“Souma...” Liscia said sorrowfully, but I went on.
“I will be dismantling the three ducal armies, but I will promise you positions within the national defense force. So, if I do become a tyrant, then lead the armies and stage a revolution, or whatever.”
“Talk is easy,” Castor said. “If that time comes, wouldn’t you move to protect yourself?”
“There’s a political thinker from my world, Machiavelli, who had something to say about that. ‘The best possible fortress is not to be hated by the people.’ If the people are on your side, anyone plotting rebellion will quickly be exposed. On the other hand, if the people
abandon you, you might wait out a rebellion or two by hiding in your castle, but there will never be a shortage of foreigners willing to assist a people who have taken up arms against you. If I were to become a tyrant, so causing the people to abandon me, a rebellion would easily succeed.”
Castor was quietly listening to me speak.
Were my words reaching him...? At this point, I couldn’t be sure one way or the other.
Then, Excel spoke.
“I would like to ask one more thing. I hear that you are building a new coastal city. When that city is completed, what will become of Lagoon City, I wonder?”
Lagoon City was the central city of the Walter Duchy.
I had heard that for Excel and her race, the sea serpents, Lagoon City always came first. Apparently the sea serpents had been driven out of their former home, the Nine-Headed Dragon Archipelago, and Lagoon City was the place they had found to live in peace after many years of wandering, or something like that.
Since I didn’t want to incur the wrath of the sea serpent people, I made a point of explaining myself carefully. “The new city is being planned as a tourist destination and trade port. Because, from a secrecy standpoint, the tourism industry and a military port mix incredibly poorly, I have no intention of having the new city function as a military port. So, Lagoon City will likely continue to serve in that capacity. I’ll generally be leaving the construction of warships to Lagoon City, too.”
If Lagoon City was a military port and the new city was a trade port, they would each have their own distinct role. It should be possible for them to coexist and prosper together that way. When I explained it like that, Excel nodded in satisfaction.
“Hearing that has put me at ease. Sire, as of this moment, I, Excel Walter, and the Elfrieden Navy are at your command. We await your orders.”
With those words, Duchess Walter took a knee, swearing loyalty to me as a vassal. This meant that the 10,000 under Excel’s command in the Navy were now on my side.
“I am grateful for your wise decision, Duchess Walter,” I said. “Please, continue to work for this nation.”
“I will.”
When Excel placed herself at my service, Georg’s expression didn’t change in the slightest and Castor looked on with what seemed like resignation. One more time, I tried extending a hand to Castor.
“Duke Vargas. Please, lend me your strength for this country’s sake.”
“...Sorry, but I can’t do that.”
“Castor!” Excel scolded.
Despite that, Castor shook his head silently. “You seem to have decided you can trust him, Duchess Walter, but... I can’t. I’ve protected Elfrieden since the time of the king before the last. I’ve eliminated foreign enemies, taking territory from them, for close to one hundred years now. Despite that, why did King Albert not consult us at all before giving the throne to you, who just suddenly appeared out of nowhere...?”
“Yeah... I’d like an answer to that one myself.” Without thinking, I let my true feelings slip out. Ever since being given the throne, I had worked desperately to avoid being turned over to the Empire and to save this country from its crisis.
I had been much too busy to think about it, but why had Liscia’s old man been so quick to hand over the throne to me when I had just been summoned? In this country, a hero was apparently “one who leads the change of an era,” but was that really so trustworthy?
Castor tried asking Liscia, who was standing at my side. “Princess Liscia, do you know anything?”
“...I’m sorry,” she said. “In regards to this matter, my father is insisting he will not get involved. I asked him to help convince the three of you, but ‘Were I to take action, it would cause undue suspicion. Sir Souma is king now,’ is all he would say...”
“...I see.”
Castor seemed confused and unable to understand what the former king’s intentions were, but it was the same for me. I had absolutely no idea what he had been thinking. It was something that made me wonder, but... I knew that I wouldn’t be getting any answers here and now.
I had to focus on persuading Castor. That was what I was thinking, but...
“I just can’t bring myself to serve you,” Castor said, rejecting me once again.
“Duke Vargas...” I began.
“Don’t say any more,” he said. “Considering Duchess Walter has agreed to obey you, I know there must be some merit in what you say. However, I can’t imagine Duke Carmine would oppose you without good reason. If Duchess Walter says she’s siding with you, I’m going to side with Duke Carmine.”
It seemed to be a difficult decision for him, as Castor had a pained look on his face. Once I saw that expression... I knew there was nothing left I could say.
“That’s... the decision you’ve come to, is it?” I asked.
“Yeah. However, it’s my decision alone. The ones siding with Duke Carmine are myself and one hundred of my personal troops. I will not call up the remaining units of the Air Force. They will remain neutral. If... I am defeated, please, take care of those I leave behind.”
“...I see.”
He was acting on the assumption that he would lose. If that was the case... there was nothing I could say.
“Sire, Castor is...” Excel tried to speak in his defense, but I raised a hand for her to stop.
“It’s no use,” I said. “I can’t spend any more time on this.”
“Urkh...”
I understood how Excel must have felt, but events were already in motion. I couldn’t spend any more time trying to persuade him.
In the end, I hadn’t gotten Castor and the Air Force on my side. That was going to make things a lot harder, but at least most of the Air Force would be remaining neutral.
Trying to change gears to fight off the disappointment, I turned to the last of the three, Georg. “Now then, Army General Georg Carmine.”
The fierce lion-headed beastman general glared back at me. Even though I was speaking to him through a monitor, he was incredibly intimidating. If I had been meeting him in person, my legs would have started to shake, and I would have made a pathetic show of myself.
“Duke Carmine,” I said. “I will not ask whether you will obey me. At the point when you gave shelter to the nobles under investigation for corruption, it was made clear that you had no intention of obeying me. Attempting to persuade you is a waste of my time.”
He said nothing.
“So, I would like to ask you one thing,” I said. “What is it that drove you to this?”
“My pride as a warrior.” That was Georg’s response. “Being more than fifty years of age, my body will only grow weaker from here, but now I have been given the greatest of opportunities. I will decide the fate of Elfrieden with my own talents. Once in his lifetime, it is every warrior’s wish to accomplish something that will be remembered by later generations.”
“For something as petty as that...” I murmured.
Had he planned all this for reasons as simple as the “Human life lasts only 50 years” line from the Noh play Atsumori? He had known how it would sadden Liscia, yet still this was the only path he could choose?
“I can’t understand it,” I said. “You are... an incredible fool.”
“It was a silly question,” he returned. “One cannot be a warrior without also being a fool. I will have you bear witness to the way I live.”
“Are you sure you don’t mean the way you’ll die?”
“They are one and the same,” he said. “Those who wish to live die; those who wish to die live. That is what it is to be a warrior.”
He spoke in a resolute voice that was reminiscent of a lion’s roar. He showed no sign of wavering.
And so, I could not waver, either.
“If you are to be a great tree blocking my path, I will step over you,” I said.
“Rotting though I may be, I am a tree with strong roots,” he responded. “You will not step over me with half-hearted resolve.”
“I have re
solve!” I had long since found the resolve to stain my hands with this one-time cruelty. “Georg Carmine and Castor Vargas.”
Duke Carmine said nothing.
“What?” Duke Vargas asked.
“As we will soon do battle, I have one proposal,” I said. “I doubt any of us want for this war to drag on endlessly, ensnaring the common people who have nothing to do with it. That’s why I want one rule in place. ‘If one of us is struck down or captured, that person’s subordinates will immediately come under the command of the other side.’ This is meant to prevent an army that loses its leader from seeking revenge or continuing to rebel.”
When they heard my proposal, both nodded.
“Very well,” Georg said.
“I’m good with that, too,” Castor agreed. “I will inform my men that, should I fall, the entire Air Force is to obey you.”
“...Thank you.”
“Now, I shall take my leave.” Georg rose from his seat, moving to cut the transmission.
“Wait!” Liscia burst out, after remaining quiet all this time.
Georg narrowed his eyes. “Princess...”
“Duke Carmine...”
Each addressed the other, but neither could find any words beyond that. They only gazed into each other’s eyes in silence.
Liscia and Georg. In the palace, they were princess and vassal. In the army, they were subordinate and superior. From that alone, they should have been able to find some way to understand each other.
For some time, the two of them looked at each other in silence, but then, in the next moment, Liscia drew the rapier she kept at her hip.
While I was still surprised at the suddenness of it, Liscia brought the blade around to the back of her head, cutting off her platinum blond ponytail.
Wait, whaaaa?!
Her hair, like golden thread, fell to the floor.
It was so sudden that not only I, but the three dukes as well, were left speechless.
Liscia suddenly had a medium-short haircut, but she showed no sign of caring. Instead, she thrust her rapier out towards the jewel. Then she said: “This is my resolve. I will walk alongside Souma.” She declared this with unwavering eyes.