Chapter 271
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 271
Chapter Title: Farewell, and Meeting (2)
At Jamie's sudden revelation of his true identity, those who had been in the dark floundered, unsure of how to react.
Han, glancing around, felt he had to say something, so he turned to Jamie.
"Uh... you're serious?"
"It might be sudden, but it's all true."
"His words are correct."
Isis and Jin answered for him.
As two people whose trust no one in Frontier would question, Han had no choice but to shut his mouth.
There was no reason for them to back up a lie in a setting like this.
But even knowing it was true, the story was so abrupt that Han didn't know how to respond.
"So, I should understand it as an ancient being reincarnated back into this land?"
Surprisingly, it was Hawks who accepted it matter-of-factly.
Jamie nodded at his question.
"Yes."
"Intriguing."
That was all he said.
Hawks closed his eyes, as if he'd lost interest.
Han was dumbfounded by Hawks's cool demeanor, wondering if he himself was overreacting.
No matter how he thought about it, this warranted a serious reaction, but with the mood like this, it felt weird to be the only one making a fuss.
Beryl looked at Jamie sitting beside him.
He, too, was learning of Jamie's identity for the first time and was greatly shocked.
Did Count Welton and Sears know about this?
Given Jamie's personality, he probably hadn't told them.
Beryl chuckled and said,
"Now I finally understand why you've always been such an exceptional child."
"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner."
"It's not the kind of story you can just casually share, so I understand. But... are you okay with this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Having such a past life and still making me your godfather."
"Is that what this is about?"
Jamie smiled back at Beryl's words.
"There was that past-life me, but I'm different now. You being my godfather hasn't changed."
"I'm glad to hear that. Do your parents know your secret?"
"I have no intention of telling them."
"I figured as much."
Their conversation ended there.
There was nothing more to exchange, naturally.
Watching it all, Han couldn't comprehend it again.
"Am I the weird one here?"
So he asked everyone.
Feeling the others' gazes, Han continued.
"Sixty-six thousand years ago? You're not shocked? 'Intriguing,' 'I figured'—that's it? Does that even make sense?"
He turned directly to Jamie.
"It's not that I don't believe you. Isis and Jin confirmed it, so I do. But sixty-six thousand years is just too much, isn't it?"
"I understand."
"Are you really a person from sixty-six thousand years ago? I mean, as a Frontier executive, I know a fair bit, but sixty-six thousand is way over the top."
Han's reaction was perfectly normal.
As he said, it was the others who accepted it so readily that seemed strange.
Jamie liked that about him.
Frontier needed at least one person who thought ordinarily.
With everyone so extraordinary, if they conspired on something, the results wouldn't be ordinary.
So people like Han needed to step up and point out issues, helping the others realize what was wrong.
"Han."
"I'm listening."
"Everything you're struggling to believe—it's all true. I can even show you my memories."
"Hmm..."
Faced with Jamie's calm response, Han couldn't find words.
But saying "Then show me!" felt too tactless personally.
Han scratched his forehead awkwardly and sat back down.
Then he said,
"Well, expecting common sense in this world is a luxury, huh."
"It's a world beyond common sense. That's why I returned to this land—to turn that absurdity into common sense, through absurd means."
At those words, Han pondered deeply before speaking with a serious face.
"What was that era like?"
"Awful. Even worse than now."
Compared to that time, the current world was peaceful.
Even if it was a fabricated false peace, peace was peace.
His previous world's era, however, was horrific.
Fanatics rampaged, and the 12 Gods directly interfered, throwing the world into chaos.
On top of that, the Resistance led by Diablo struggled to drive out the 12 Gods, sparking continental wars that engulfed everything multiple times.
No place escaped the flames, and screams never ceased.
Even in the devastated world, humanity fought among itself, and the 12 Gods did the same.
In the end, Diablo Volpir was sealed with primordial darkness, and humanity became slaves to the 12 Gods.
Thus, this false peace was born.
"But here's what I think."
"What?"
"This peace is more horrific in a different way than the era I lived in."
It was a peace shaped to the 12 Gods' tastes.
No blood, violence, or destruction, but a world where all life became their playthings was utterly repulsive.
Especially the species exterminations carried out under the name of World Reset—it crossed all lines.
That's why this peace was horrific in another sense.
"So, I plan to unleash that era's hell upon this land once more."
The start would be the war between the North and East, but that was just the beginning.
"I'll drag out every one of the 12 Gods. And sever the invisible chains around the necks of all races living on this land."
"..."
"That's my mission, returning across sixty-six thousand years."
Han couldn't think of what to say.
He'd started just questioning the impossible sixty-six thousand years, but now the timeframe didn't matter.
Every word from Jamie filled him with fervor.
Han glanced at Isis.
She smiled faintly.
That smile was the answer he sought.
"Looking forward to working with you, Jamie Welton."
"Likewise."
"Time for us to really head out."
"I wish your plans success as well."
Beryl and Jamie bid farewell to those who had come to see them off at Avalon's entrance.
Isis stepped forward as representative and said to the two,
"It'll be a battlefield commanded by the Zenith Church. They have the 'Spiral of the Battlefield,' which simulates every possible war scenario. This ambush was probably calculated through it too. It won't be an easy war. So both of you, be careful."
"Don't worry. Whether in terms of forces or alliances, the North has no reason to lose."
"Exactly. And I've got your back. Those bastards will be the starting point of the hell I create."
Jamie said, gripping Barisada's hilt tightly.
Isis nodded.
"Yeah. Let's all survive and meet again—us, and you two."
"If we all survive and reunite... we'll raise a glass then."
"Survive, all of you."
The farewells ended there.
Jamie and Beryl left Avalon.
The remaining Frontier members stayed until they were completely out of sight.
Once they vanished entirely, Isis addressed everyone.
"Alright. Let's head back and do what we have to. Things are about to get busy."
Whichever side, they were attempting the impossible.
Whether it truly was impossible, who knew.
The odds were just extremely low.
Even if it was like an egg striking a rock, hadn't Jamie said it?
"Let's run toward freedom."
They had fully exited Abracxas.
Knowing the way, the Six Forbidden Lands posed little danger.
Even if threats appeared, Jamie could dispatch them effortlessly now, posing no real menace.
Outside, a blizzard raged.
Avalon was fixed in eternal spring by Nel-Sharan's magic, so he'd forgotten—but it was midwinter now.
The war zone might not be winter, but seeing the white snow felt strange.
"We weren't in Avalon that long, but the outside feels oddly unfamiliar."
"That means you've grown attached to them."
"You're right."
Jamie raised his robe collar high and stepped onto the deep snow.
Crunch. He felt the snow crumble under his boots.
Glancing at the dark, overcast sky, he said to Beryl,
"Let's head straight there."
"Can you manage?"
"I'm a 9th Class sorcerer, you know."
"Hoho. Then let's go teach those Zenith Church bastards a lesson."
Their figures vanished, enveloped in light.
Egene, a mid-sized city in the Chesan Kingdom.
Now the forefront of the battlefield, it faced off against Terezia's army with nearly half the kingdom's forces stationed there.
Egene's walls weren't particularly high, making defense difficult, but two grand sorcerers dispatched from Seldam Kingdom had bought them some time.
"What should we do now?"
Egene's lord, Balpoi Omuret, was a plump man.
He sweated often, and now he was diligently wiping it with a pink handkerchief.
Simon Count, arms crossed, examined the frontline map spread on the large table.
"The enemy's supplies keep coming. Probably faster than ours. They've prepared everything in advance."
"Th-then we can't hold them?"
"This situation was all part of their calculations. They have the Spiral of the Battlefield, a war simulator."
This time, it was Linmel Marquis speaking.
He recalled Terezia's forces that had pushed this far initially.
They came relentlessly like a storm, fully prepared.
Their magic corps stood out especially; without Linmel and Simon arriving in time, Egene would have fallen.
"In the end, it's about taking out the enemy commander. Right, Simon Count?"
"Exactly."
Simon Count tapped the enemy commander's piece on the battlefield map.
"Terezia's forces are led by Supreme Commander Katarina Robzen, an 8th Class grand sorcerer. The problem is... the magic corps she assembled."
"Homunculi."
"H-homunculi? You mean... artificial humans made by magic?"
"Correct. Katarina Robzen's moniker is 'Puppeteer.' With massive support from the Zenith Church, she's mass-produced homunculi."
That was how they overran Chesan's border city of Gerin in one fell swoop.
But Balpoi didn't get it.
"Homunculi are just dolls mimicking human form, aren't they? Even if they cast magic well, how good can it be...?"
"It changes if their creator is an 8th Class grand sorcerer. Plus, with vast magic stones from the Zenith Church, they're essentially semi-permanent magic weapons."
"Th-that powerful?"
"Some cast at least 3rd Class magic, others up to 5th Class."
Balpoi was speechless at Linmel's explanation.
He'd seen the enemy forces surging and the magic corps bombarding endlessly from behind.
All those numbers were semi-permanent homunculi—magic weapons.
It was a miracle Egene hadn't fallen.
"What can we do?"
The two grand sorcerers couldn't answer easily.
The situation was that dire.
Enemy supplies kept growing, while reinforcements' arrival was uncertain.
Even cutting supplies, the gathered enemy numbers and food were abundant.
They'd prepared thoroughly.
They had to hold until reinforcements, but even the two sorcerers couldn't block them all.
"Why no answers?"
Balpoi asked anxiously, but Linmel and Simon just looked grave.
Then—
"E-emergency!"
An aide rushed in breathlessly.
"The enemy brought five siege weapons! All Bunker Breakers equipped with A-rank magic stones!"
Bunker Breaker.
Weapons for destroying the sturdy, capable of shattering steel with raw power alone.
With A-rank magic stones, they'd obliterate entire walls.
The two sorcerers had erected a magic barrier, likely their target.
But five was excessive.
It seemed like they aimed to level Egene entirely.
Simon Count jumped up and said to Linmel,
"I'll go check first!"
"Got it. Lord, evacuate the citizens immediately. It's an emergency!"
The moment the barrier broke, enemies would advance to raze Egene.
Then Katarina's homunculi magic corps would rain merciless spells.
"Sears and I will hold them as best we can—abandon Egene and escape before then!"
"Ugh... Understood!"
Balpoi replied with a tearful face and dashed out.
Linmel adjusted his robe and prepared teleportation.
He could only click his tongue at the bleak situation.
Terezia had come prepared.
More than expected.