Do Your Own Revolution

#107

“……This can’t be.”

Turning back time to the present.

Looking at the [Wings of Crimson] completed with seven strokes, Randall momentarily lost his words.

“Maxim…?”

It was a majestic sight.

The flames burning death and the surging magical power.

And Eugene, watching him from the middle of it all.

The moment he looked into those eyes burning with golden light, Randall felt an indescribable emotion.

It didn’t take long to realize that it was fear.

‘Don’t jump to conclusions. That guy isn’t Maxim. He’s just a mere soldier who stole his imprint.’

Though Randall thought this while feeling fragments of power flowing from Eugene, he didn’t make the mistake of denying his emotions.

This sensation he was feeling now was the overwhelming pressure he felt when he saw Maximilien decades ago.

The threat detection ability that had protected him for decades was warning him.

That this boy now possessed power similar to Maximilien in his prime.

‘Even right after awakening he’s in this state, if that thing were to grow….’

Duke Buckenheim. Does this mean that a monster comparable to him could emerge?

Thinking this, Randall gritted his teeth.

If that happened, his plans would be ruined from the very premise!

Swoosh-!

Gathering all his remaining magical power, he activated [Watcher of the Abyss] at maximum output.

The domain of black shadows gradually expanding its range.

Numerous clones and spears made from those shadows were baring their teeth while aiming at Eugene.

‘Fortunately, he’s not yet familiar with his power.’

The [Domain], which could be called the symbol of seven stroke imprint, wasn’t just about simply activating it.

The torrent of magical power created by the domain.

Its power varies drastically depending on how one utilizes it.

In Randall’s case, he used the shadows enveloping the domain for presence concealment.

Erasing his presence, summoning clones to disperse attention, and then striking from behind at critical moments.

Extreme stealth that couldn’t be detected even by other seven stroke mage’s detection spells.

It was the most suitable application for [Watcher of the Abyss], which specialized in assassination and covert operations.

“Envelop.”

Swish-!

With Randall’s word, dozens of shadows surrounded Eugene from all directions.

Black energy wrapping around him from all sides.

However, Randall’s shadows creeping in couldn’t swallow the flames burning around Eugene.

Slash-!

Without even flinching, Eugene merely stared at where Randall was.

Seizing the opportunity, the shadows simultaneously swung their weapons at Eugene.

Spears, daggers, and swords made of shadow.

If they even grazed him, the shadows that dug into the wound would instantly eat away at his body.

However.

“Expand.”

“?!”

Just before the weapons created by the shadows could reach Eugene, their tips burst into flames.

No, that wasn’t all.

The shadow hurriedly checked beneath his feet.

The ground he was standing on was covered not in Randall’s shadows, but in flames erupting from Eugene’s body.

Whoosh-!

Before they could retreat, dozens of shadows burst into flames.

Simply by expanding the range of his domain, Eugene had completely nullified Randall’s spells.

“Kuk!”

Confirming this, Randall hastily created distance.

Eugene’s flames advancing while burning away the shadows.

His own domain that had dominated the space was being pushed back by Eugene’s domain.

Screech–!

As Eugene waved his hand, dozens of magic circles burned with red light.

‘The domain…. He’s controlling it freely? Such freedom with power he just awakened?’

Just moments ago, a single blast of firepower that shook the entire imperial palace.

Eugene was now using that tremendous magic dozens of times in succession.

Thud. Thud thud.

Magic bullet casings flowed down from his grip.

Though he had taken away weapons thinking something like this might happen, that crazy bastard had crushed magic bullets with his hands to activate the fuses.

Eugene made a gun shape with his fingers, slowly extending his hand toward him and.

“Full fire.”

“……!”

With that brief command, a wave of flames completely enveloped his body.

“Damn it–!”

Though he hurriedly gathered all the shadows of his domain to create a barrier, it was futile.

Unlike Randall’s [Watcher of the Abyss] which specialized in assassination and covert operations, Eugene’s [Wings of Crimson] was a magic imprint specialized for frontal combat.

In the current situation where magical power and stroke count were equal, engaging that imprint head-on was nothing short of suicide.

“Argh?! This madman!”

“That crazy bastard, is he planning to burn down the entire imperial palace?!”

“Maintain the barrier! Even the aftershocks could drag us in! What about the Commander?!”

“Evacuation complete!”

The imperial guards scattered around could be seen hurriedly taking cover.

If even knights with [Shield of Radiance] specialized in defense were like this, he had no way to endure any longer.

‘For now, I need to retreat……!’

Just as Randall thought this and tried to step back.

Swoosh-!

Chains of magical power that shot up from the ground firmly bound his body.

“Where do you think you’re running?”

Eugene’s voice stabbed down at him.

Along with it, his eyes shining with golden light drew closer.

“Republic Intelligence Director, Randall Dean Clark.”

“……!”

“If you think you can control the situation as you please like always, you’re mistaken.”

This place was a trap prepared from the start to catch you.

Saying this, Eugene began creating a massive spell by gathering the flames remaining in his domain.

He began concentrating the tremendous output heat of the explosion spell into a single point.

Like focusing the heat of a giant sun through a magnifying glass.

The point of magical power concentrated this way aimed at himself who was firmly bound to the ground.

——!

Tremendous heat that couldn’t even be distinguished as sound began tearing apart the shadows protecting his body without a trace.

Crack-! Crackle-!

Shadows burning along with the domain.

The moment he tried to respond by gathering magical power, cracks began forming in his magic circuit that had reached its limit.

“Ah, aah……!”

[Solar Ray], the large-scale destruction spell engraved in Eugene’s six stroke imprint.

Having all his barriers stripped away, Randall was finally enveloped in a flash of light that seemed to blind him.

***

“Fire? The Emperor said that about you?”

When he came to his senses, what came to mind was a distant past he couldn’t even remember when it was anymore.

Junior cadets repeating their training.

Looking at them training while dripping with sweat, a young Maximilien nodded his head.

“He said it when I was in the Imperial Guard Knight Order. He said there was something special he felt when looking at me that he didn’t feel with others.”

“You are special alright. He probably never imagined a knight he trusted and believed in would do something this absurd.”

Randall said this while raising his right arm.

The imprint engraved on his arm, [Watcher of the Abyss].

And the imprint engraved on Maximilien’s arm, [Wings of Crimson].

To think the first five imprints stored in the imperial archives had fallen into his hands.

It was an unbelievable sight even thinking about it again.

“What about the other three imprints? Doesn’t seem like any were implanted in your comrades.”

“That’s classified. Top secret. In the first place, why would we tell the Republic Intelligence Department about that?”

“I thought I could dig a bit since you even handed over an imprint.”

“Bullshit. Our deal ends there.”

Right.

What he and Maximilien had was a deal.

In exchange for handing over one of the original five imprints, providing funds to lay the foundation for the Revolutionary Army.

And providing his abilities to operate the massive organization called the Revolutionary Army.

That’s how Republic Intelligence Director Randall Dean Clark became a member of the Revolutionary Army.

A imperial knight and republic agent who once targeted each other ended up on the same boat called the Revolutionary Army.

“Don’t die, Maxim.”

While looking at the imprint, he said that to Maximilien.

“Huh? What’s with that suddenly?”

“Exactly what I said. This group called the Revolutionary Army is just a bunch of misfits that can’t exist without you.”

The rising star evaluated as the Imperial Guard Knight Order’s most promising talent.

The leader of the golden generation that would stop the tyranny of magic nobles and save the empire.

Because he was evaluated as such, this organization called the Revolutionary Army could be born.

“There are guys like Vark and Melissa too.”

“Vark is blinded by vengeance, and what Melissa spouts are just impractical nonsense. The one who can rally citizens and present them with an alternative to the empire is…. Maxim. Only you.”

Starting with himself.

The reason he participated in this madness under the pretext of fostering local forces while putting aside his original duties as a republic agent.

Even Randall himself had projected his ambitions onto the hero called Maximilien.

“The existence of the hero called Maximilien. The charisma that hero possesses. If that disappears, this group called the Revolutionary Army will be…. Nothing more than a mob of rioters.”

“Ha, isn’t that evaluation too harsh for a Revolutionary Army we created together?”

“As I said earlier, I’m not a dreamer like Melissa.”

He took a bite of the sandwich he was holding.

A humble meal that couldn’t compare to the feasts eaten in the republic’s red palace.

However, Randall liked this humble meal.

No need to worry about whether poison was in the food.

No need to rack his brain to match politicians’ rhetoric.

“So remember this, Maxim.”

“…….”

“If you fall pathetically somewhere, I’ll immediately return to my original form.”

Not as a Revolutionary Army collaborator, but as the Republic Intelligence Director.

And as the republic commanded him, he would use the Revolutionary Army organization as his chess piece.

After all, a Revolutionary Army without Maximilien as its symbol would only have that much value for use.

“Then I’ll warn you in return, Randall.”

“A warning?”

“Don’t try to control this group called the Revolutionary Army as you please.”

A serious voice different from his constantly grinning appearance.

Looking at me with an expressionless face, Maxim slowly opened his mouth.

“The more you try to hold the Revolutionary Army’s leash and tie it down, the more the Revolutionary Army will tighten around your neck.”

“…What a brutal warning.”

Randall smirked and looked at the Revolutionary Army members in the midst of training.

To think such rabble would strangle my neck.

What nonsense.

That’s what he thought, and yet.

***

Thump.

The pitch-black burned ashes fell to their knees, then crumbled in place.

An appearance bleached white beyond recognition as human anymore.

Seeing this, Eugene retrieved his weapon from the ashes with a sigh.

Heresy.

That gun Maximilien used maintained its original form even in that tremendous heat.

“Is it… over?”

At the voice from behind, I slowly turned my head.

Claude Elcidore.

The battered hero of the Revolutionary Army was smiling dejectedly while looking at Randall’s corpse.

“With this…. The Revolutionary Army will return to normal.”

“…….”

“We can carry out our revolution purely for ourselves, without getting entangled in the republic’s schemes.”

Saying this, Claude slowly, painfully raised his body.

Though he looked like he could collapse at any moment, a relieved smile adorned his face.

“With this, our alliance ends.”

“…….”

“It’s your victory for now. Killing Randall…. Was impossible without you.”

Seven stroke imprint awakening.

Without that, Randall could have killed us without much difficulty.

“Don’t forget, Eugene.”

However, Claude baring his teeth at me opened his mouth to me with a triumphant smile.

“I’ll just leave for now, but someday I will definitely…!”

And the moment Claude said that much.

Bang-!

A bullet erupting from Heresy pierced Claude’s heart.

“Wh, what……?”

“Why such a surprised expression?”

This is such a pain.

Thinking this, I fired the four bullets remaining in Heresy’s chamber into Claude’s chest.

Bang-! Bang-! Bang-! Bang-!

Claude, who couldn’t even scream when hit by bullets filled with magical power, perished.

“Supreme leader of the rebels, Claude Elcidore has been eliminated.”

The commanders scattered in various locations immediately responded to the communication.

“From this moment, the capital defense operation changes to rebel suppression operation.”

My men waiting for orders.

Looking down at that corpse, I ordered the Special Magic Unit members on standby.

“Crush the rebels spread throughout the capital and empire without leaving a single one.”

Rumble–!

The airships on standby in the capital’s airspace began spreading to various parts of the empire.

The Emperor’s operation had succeeded.

Now it was my turn.

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