Yo, If That Ain’t Just so Flashy
Organt Dia Arceus.
The man who founded this kingdom.
As a king who built an entire history of his own, his momentum can only be overwhelming.
With just his presence alone, he was able to take control of the entire situation.
Even Forms’ haughty attitude can only fold with just his chilling gaze alone.
What more can I say… he’s indeed a man of legendary caliber who created a country of his own.
The pressure on Organt’s stare doesn’t wane as he contemplates while Forms can only lower his head.
[You are, if I remember correctly… Forms Sdanor, is it not? Then you must be Dranos’ descendant huh.] (Organt)
The founding father of our family was once called Dranos and was a splendid master of the sword.] (Forms)
[He was indeed a very important vassal of mine.
I can only pay my respects to him from the deepest of my heart as he offered his life for this kingdom… I can only ponder what Dranos would say if he saw you and claimed to be his descendant.] (Organt)
[I am disheartened! —This isn’t the kingdom that we’ve dreamed of when we built it with all of our blood, sweat, and tears!! Can you really call yourself someone who’s born from this land?! Open your eyes!] (Organt)
I can’t help but mutter myself in amazement of the king’s charisma.
All eyes in this place cannot resist but get sucked by him.
It’s not even a conversation.
Rather, it feels more like a sermon.
[Forms, tell the king of this generation, and not to Leafa, that Arios will be going to the palace himself in a week or so.]
[A week, you say…]
And until then, the army shall be prohibited from this place and disperse immediately.]
[B-but your highness!!]
Seems like it would really be hard for them to compromise.
Forms even gathered up the courage to contest the founding king’s decision even if he can only bow his head from his gaze.
[As I’ve mentioned before, we cannot overlook the danger the black stone imposes in this place! For the safety of the villagers, we shall–!]
[Hooh… The safety of the villagers, you say.
— Oi, Faruas, I wonder if the army would be necessary for that.]
H-huh? Faruas …!?
How can that name suddenly appear?! Or so I thought when another mist emerges beside me.
And there he was indeed – Faruas Makuba, the very first sword saint of this country.
Ahh, Forms’ face look so blue now that I can’t help but feel bad for him too.
[T-that man…! D-don’t tell me!!!!] (Army Grunt 1)
[Oiii! T-t-that must be…!] (Army Grunt 2)
[I – I don’t know anymore… I – I just wanna go home…] (Army Grunt 3)
I think, in just a little more now, the soldiers will be losing all of their wits.
I am Faruas Makuba.
It is an honor for my name to still be remembered by the current generation after a thousand years of this kingdom’s creation.]
Yoooooooo, you must be kidding.
What’s up with this sudden development?
[H-h-how could Faruas-sama as well….!?]
Oh no, I can only describe Forms’ expression like it’s already the end of his world when Faruas places his hands on my shoulder before responding to Forms.
[It’s all thanks to Arios.
He’s the pride of our blood, really.]
[A-Arios, you say…]
Just try saying something rude to Arios.
I’ll make sure you get cut into pieces.]
(…Y-you need to chill, Faruas-sama.) TL: parentheses are whispers
I’m starting to get cold sweats now when the beloved founder of our own sword and family flashes a smile at me.
(Iya, my bad.
It’s just that I feel so disappointed on Dranos’ behalf having this guy as his descendant.
So let me lash out, yeah?)
(Lash out, you say…)
Faruas nods in affirmation before he walks to the side of the founding king.
[O – o ohh…]
[W-what a scene we’re witnessing…]
The founding king and the very first sword saint.
The soldiers can only leave their mouths agape in their presence.
[Now then, your highness, what was it that you were saying again?]
I was asking you if you think the army here’s necessary to ensure the villagers’ safety.]
There’s me, Arios, as well as adventurers’ considering this place as their home.
No need to worry about safety if you ask me.]
Hearing Faruas’ dismissal, Forms can only crumble as he cannot refute the first sword saint’s answer.
[Forms… I know you are considering your own position regarding this matter.
However, I already said for you to wait for a week.
During that time, the SoA and terrorists shall be vanquished.] (Organt)
Is something the matter?] (Organt)
[N – no.
There are no problems, your highnes…] (Forms)
The founding king grins hearing Forms’ dejected response.
[Tell this to Leifa yourself.
I shall soon set to destroy this organization called SoA.] (Organt)
[A – as you command…] (Forms)
At this point, Forms can only respond listlessly as if he already lost his spirit.
Well, he really can’t be open and say his involvement with the SoA.
The founding king is so bold like he’s making a war declaration.
Yeah, as expected of this kingdom’s founder!
[If you understand then just go and get out of my sight.
I find you and your troupe here unpleasant.]
And as the founding king had commanded, Forms and his army dispersed and moves out of the village.
Big shot 101, you can say whatever you want without a care about appearance.
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