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Reset Life – Chapter 121

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Chapter 121: Don’t Make the Same Mistakes as Me (3)

“I admit that it might seem like I’m going crazy. However, this is the only method I can take right now. I already know that you’ve disapproved of me for a long time, but you’re still my father. And if my father is convicted of treason, then at that moment, all relatives will also be subject to execution as the bloodline of a traitor. Do you understand what I mean? I’m also part of that traitor’s bloodline.”

It’s a conclusion that can be reached with just a moment’s thought.

If I leave my father alone, a smooth road leading straight to the execution ground will unfold. Even if my father or his acquaintances try to do something, swiftly, before they can even lift a finger.

You might wonder if it would go that far, but Duke Mujaindos’s hand, or to be precise, Artshever’s hand, is already casting shadows everywhere.

Already 60% of the nobles in the Imperial Capital are on Duke Salain’s side. The Herduke family only has a measly 10%. The remaining 30% are literally bats, clinging to the times and siding with the winning side.

Even if we gather the bats, it’s far from enough to clear my father’s charge of treason, replace the Emperor, and shout hurrah for our victory.

Realistically, it’s impossible.

And I’m not the type to challenge the impossible.

I’d rather choose the side with a possibility.

Even if that possibility is 0 with 99 zeros after the decimal point and a 1, if there’s a possibility, I’ll challenge it.

“My father will object. To point a sword at the Imperial Family he swore to serve his entire life. However, the only other option is to die openly. And countless people will have to die following my father.”

“But what about the war? Whether it’s rebellion or revolution, the important thing is starting a war. No matter what happens… countless people will die. The conclusion you’ve reached is that kind of conclusion.”

“It won’t necessarily turn out that way. If it’s truly an unavoidable situation, I’ll have no choice but to shatter the resolution I once told my colleague.”

“Resolution?”

I told Duke Ecoshian.

That I would prevent anyone from dying unjustly like me, at the very least, I would prevent a war from happening. That I would devote all my efforts to prevent a war.

That was my resolution, and the path I chose to take.

However, from that moment on, two paths formed in my heart.

My colleague, the old Duke, said I needed to become a big shot, someone capable of starting a war.

I didn’t particularly deny his words. Rather, I accepted them. Because the resolution I held was just a means born from my conviction.

If there’s a way to prevent war, I’ll do whatever it takes.

But what if a war breaks out despite that?

I will become the master of the war.

If I can’t stop it, I’ll end the war as quickly as possible.

My conviction is only one.

I control my reality.

However, just like the current reality, control is not an easy task. No matter how hard you try, variables will arise.

For the one in control, it’s important to prevent those variables from arising. But even more important is how you deal with the variables when they appear.

Control is different from manipulation.

Right now, I’m trying to suppress the war as much as possible.

“I will suppress the war as much as possible. However, I will not stand idly by and be defeated. If a war truly breaks out, I will devote all my efforts to achieve victory and a swift conclusion. Besides, the other side won’t easily wage war. Isn’t that right, Aila?”

My friend with ash-gray hair and golden eyes nodded firmly.

“That’s right. The Eastern Army has a force of 500,000. Among them, the average number of personnel used for Barrier defense is 200,000. The remaining 300,000 are reserve forces and, at the same time, replacement troops. In other words, they are ‘available troops that can be deployed at any time.’ Even if they establish a base for the revolution, they won’t rashly start a fight. No, they won’t be able to.”

“Did you hear that? That’s an accurate analysis. Besides, in order for my father to survive, he has no choice but to utilize the Eastern Army’s control. And if my father becomes a traitor anyway, there will be those who will rebel within the Eastern Army. It’s only natural. They will become traitors themselves.”

The future that can be seen in the current limited situation is obvious. Many of the Eastern Army troops will rise up in anger when my father is branded a traitor and executed.

And the eastern part of the Empire will be drenched in blood for a while. From then on, the real war will begin.

At the very least, if we rescue my father and bring him to Orknesia and take control of the Eastern Army, we can prevent the conflict.

Because the Empire will have a formidable enemy.

An enemy that cannot be defeated in one blow, and an enemy that is difficult to deal with because facing them will result in significant losses.

Furthermore, I still have many cards left in my hand.

My own cards that I can’t show to others.

Even Aila wouldn’t know about this.

“The immediate task is to rescue my father and stabilize the East. That’s the meaning behind the rebellion and revolution I mentioned. Do you understand? Worrying about the war comes after that.”

“Ah, I see.”

Levidian nodded.

She might be a bit lacking in common sense, but in other aspects, she displays brilliance. Like now, when it comes to the power structure, she shows a sharp intellect.

As I expected, she understood.

“If that’s the case, there will be a way to minimize the sacrifices. I understand. If that’s the case, I’m rather in favor of it.”

I smiled faintly and nodded. Then I looked at the remaining people. Those who understood showed expressions of conflict, and those who didn’t understand also showed expressions of conflict.

Well, it doesn’t matter whether they understand or not. Because that’s not what I’m going to tell them right now.

“This includes Levidian. I won’t force you. And I’ll leave the choice to you. I won’t force cooperation through friendship, and I won’t buy your hearts with material things. No matter what conclusion you reach, my friendship with you will not change. I won’t tell you to participate or not to participate.”

I can’t force anything on those who have joined me out of friendship. The most I can do is give them objective advice to make it easier for them to think.

“What I want to make clear is that I want you to reach a conclusion based on your own hearts and thoughts, not influenced by anyone else. Aila.”

“Huh? Ah, you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t necessary. Hey, why are you asking this, knowing me so well?”

Aila waved her hand and pretended to be nonchalant. I smiled softly, feeling both grateful and amused.

“Not that. I already knew that.”

“Uh, are you trying to get back at me for all the times I’ve tricked you? Tsk. What is it?”

“Do you have a way to arrive in the Imperial Capital on November 1st if we leave tomorrow morning?”

“From the 25th to the 1st? That’s 7 days. Hmm, alright. I’ll show you a small part of my resources. It’s possible. The two of us can easily take four people.”

Just a fleeting thought, but Aila’s resources are probably a bottomless well. I don’t really want to see them now. Because they’re something I can’t have.

I spoke to my friends who were still frowning.

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning. Please tell Aila your decisions before then. Once I bring my father and family to Orknesia, please consider the time for choice to have passed. Aila, you booked the inn, right?”

“Of course. Are you going now?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

Aila nodded and told me the name of the inn. I memorized it and started walking.

This is just the beginning.

It’s time for me to reflect on the true meaning of ‘control.’

“You must be very tired.”

“Misunderstandings are like that.”

I know this is a dream. And I know that this dream is a direct reflection of what I’ve experienced.

These two premises greatly restricted my actions.

If I say something different from my memory, at least if I say something with a different meaning from what I said, I’ll immediately wake up from the dream. I could guess this much.

I could feel the kind of joy an actor might feel.

Knowing all the lines I have to say and the lines the other person will say, this is no different from a play.

I said to Brandiego,

“In the end, I am not Hajifsia.”

“You are you, but not you. With black eyes and blue eyes, you are Hajifsia. That refers to a phenomenon, not a person, and you can’t say there’s no person within the phenomenon.”

“That’s a contradiction.”

“Because I myself am the culmination of contradictions. Look. After living for countless years, I’m in the process of transferring my ceasing life activities from one extreme to another.”

Brandiego.

The mighty being who revealed himself to be the last dragon in this world seemed to have chuckled self-deprecatingly.

The end of Mirgaram.

The dragon’s head, which we finally reached, had a small door.

Have you ever opened a door to a room with no lights on in the dark night? Then you’ll know what this door looks like.

Did I have to go through all that trouble just to enter this door? I recalled and simultaneously forgot all the experiences I had while walking through Mirgaram. Because this is a dream.

The being I met beyond the door was Brandiego.

He was the last living—or rather, the last one considered to be in a living state—dragon in this world.

The dragons that appeared in legends and myths of the past were animals. They generally had two forms.

One was long like a snake, with deer-like antlers, scaled human hands, and small scales, and the other was thick like a large lizard, with elephant tusk-like horns, bat wings, and large scales.

Brandiego doesn’t belong to either of these forms.

And no creature on Earth resembles him.

His body was half plant and half animal, and a free soul merely resided in his body.

He was rooted like a giant tree, and parts of his body that resembled branches stretched out in all directions, piercing through every part of this hemispherical space.

The branches and trunk looked just like those of a plant, but parts of his body had a grotesque appearance with blood vessels, nerves, and muscles wriggling.

Looking at that appearance, I said,

“It’s a form that would be difficult to invite to dinner.”

“Indeed. You wear clothes. We can’t dine together naked.”

“Clothes are good, but I think it would be better to wear one more layer underneath.”

“One more layer?”

“Like skin, for example. Then some might be attracted to your well-developed muscles.”

At my words, Brandiego guffawed. Or rather, I think he did.

His laughter vibrated the space he occupied, and it was a rather terrifying sight with the muscles and blood vessels in his body shaking. It seemed enjoyable, but from my perspective, it wasn’t exactly a pleasant sight.

I shrugged and said,

“I’ll admit that I’m part of the Hajifsia you mentioned. And if I’m the person you’re looking for, I should at least be able to hear the reason why I’m here.”

“You resemble your ancestors. Although you can’t see the appearance of your ancestors because of the mixture of numerous bloodlines, including the blood of this land.”

“The spirit is inherited. It’s what they call family history.”

“You could think of it that way. Now, it wouldn’t be polite to summon someone and not talk to them. Is that what you usually say?”

“That’s right. You’re familiar with it.”

“Huhu. It’s been a long time since I rooted myself in this land. It’s been 300 years since my first roots entered the ground. During that time, I’ve spent my days reading the memories of this land.”

He only said this much now, but I know what comes next.

He read the memories of the land and fused them with the innate characteristics passed down through his lineage.

As a result, he came to know ‘everything.’ What happened in this land and what will happen in the future.

He gained omniscience by becoming a creature that shouldn’t exist in the world. However, he had to give up the omnipotence he possessed.

Knowing this, or perhaps not knowing, I nodded.

“Let’s continue the story. I know you’re a special being. You’re special to yourself, to the people around you, and to this world.”

“I know. Please continue.”

“No, you didn’t know. There’s a separate meaning to being truly special. You’ll find out later. There’s a limit to what I can tell you. Dragons have deviated from the laws of this world, but they haven’t transcended them. So, all I can tell you are dead stories. Only the past that has already passed.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll listen.”

I think I said this part a little differently. I might have spoken a bit longer, but the meaning got across, so it doesn’t matter. Brandiego said,

“Everything in the world has its own role. There’s a reason for existence. Just like your grandmother said, there are no coincidences. Only inevitability exists. Some might be offended by these words. Because it might seem like the path they chose to walk on wasn’t their own decision.”

“They would think that way. Because they wouldn’t be able to say that a coincidental choice brought them luck.”

“Simply put, ignorance is bliss. Anyway, I have a designated role, and you do too. Do you think it was a coincidence that you went back in time?”

“If I follow your words, then no. It must be because there’s a role, right?”

The meaning got across this time as well, but I spoke much more softly than when I first heard his words. In reality, when I met him and heard those words, I was quite flustered.

“That’s right. From now on, you will fulfill that role. And you will come to know yourself. That doesn’t mean you have special abilities. However, you stand in an important position from the perspective of this world. And also in the plans of that Artshever.”

“Excuse me for interrupting, but I have a question. What kind of person is Artshever? What are his plans?”

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