Do Your Own Revolution

#102

“Check once more. You haven’t forgotten anything, right? Really?”

“I’ve checked again. Don’t worry, Viscount.”

On the outskirts of the Imperial Capital.

Looking at Viscount Belphir checking himself repeatedly in the mirror, his butler Fel fixed his master’s attire with an exasperated look.

“Huu, this is troublesome. I can’t calm down.”

“Are you that nervous about meeting His Majesty?”

“Of course.”

The Baron’s eyes deepened as he said that.

This banquet held in the Emperor’s name.

Befitting the Emperor’s character, he heard that this banquet would be attended by various figures regardless of whether they were magic nobles, imperial faction members, nobles, or commoners.

These people had one thing in common – they were nobles residing in the Imperial Capital.

“Originally, banquets hosted by His Majesty were, well… They were called banquets, but they were more like lectures with boring long speeches.”

Like lectures more tedious than those given by old professors at the Imperial Academy.

The butler Fel quietly agreed with his master’s additional comment.

“Usually, this wouldn’t be something to make such a fuss about. However…”

“The current Imperial Family is no longer the figurehead it once was. You’ve judged correctly.”

It was just as butler Fel said.

The incredible military achievements of winning the war against the Republic and preventing the appearance of the Great Rupture.

And using the war reparations and various resources extracted from the Republic to rapidly develop his direct territories.

All indicators spoke of the Emperor’s accomplishments.

The legitimacy as the Empire’s ruler.

Overwhelming military achievements.

Even the support of the prosperous citizens.

With an appearance that seemed to have regained the prestige of the era when he was called the Iron-Blooded Emperor, the nobles residing in the Imperial Capital were busier than ever.

Magic nobles and the Emperor.

It was a situation where they had to maintain connections with both sides.

“The balance of power is gradually tilting. If we look at just the current situation, the judgment should be much easier. Siding with the Imperial Family would be far better than trying to balance between both sides. However…”

“Unlike the magic nobles, the Imperial Family has no future.”

Despite the Emperor’s successive victories, the Empire’s nobles didn’t easily switch sides.

The reason was the Emperor’s only weakness.

His advanced age, approaching ninety.

“No matter how much he’s regained his former prestige, His Majesty is too old. He won’t last even 10 years at most.”

“And when that happens, the fruits of the Empire and Imperial Family that he’s built up…”

“Will fall into the hands of the successor, not the Imperial Capital faction.”

The Emperor’s successor.

The heirs with the right to succeed the throne.

“The moment His Majesty passes away, the Empire’s power structure will undergo a massive upheaval.”

The fierce competition for the throne that would break out.

Because this massive battle was predetermined, this banquet held a far more significant meaning.

The only opportunity to gauge the Emperor’s thoughts on his successor and obtain information about the Empire’s future power structure first.

Probably many nobles heading here are thinking similarly.

Clank-!

While lost in thought, the elevator heading to the Imperial Palace stopped moving.

Knock knock-

The guard knight’s hand tapping on the window.

The elevator carrying the Viscount and butler Fel had arrived at the banquet hall.

“It’s an amazing sight every time I see it.”

Located at the very top of the Imperial Capital.

The Viscount couldn’t help but marvel at the scenery spread beneath his feet as he glanced downward.

A position overlooking the entire Empire.

It was truly a place befitting the residence of a monarch who looked down upon the Empire.

“Viscount Belphir. And your companion. Identity confirmed.”

Bang-!

The party hall they entered following the guide was luxury incarnate.

This banquet held under the pretext of charity work to aid the subjects in the frontier.

Hosted separately by the Imperial Family to pray for the Emperor’s health, it was a lavish event unlike anything expected from the usual Emperor.

‘Indeed, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.’

The Viscount’s butler Fel.

No, Fel Gibson, an intelligence agent of the Republic, licked his lips while looking at the banquet hall.

According to what he heard from superiors, the Revolutionary Army’s operation would begin in about a month.

Despite the massive operation to overturn the Empire being just around the corner, lower-level agents like himself could only hide in peripheral areas like the Belphir viscounty, without opportunities to gather important information.

‘But if it’s a place where I can directly observe the Emperor’s condition, that’s different.’

Just reporting the palace facility layout and security situation he learned while coming up here.

And the Emperor’s physical condition that would soon be revealed.

Just conveying these would earn him numerous rewards and medals.

While looking for opportunities like this and waiting for the Emperor while enjoying the banquet as he had done for 10 years.

Dong- Dong-

The bells rang.

The heavy bells announcing the Emperor’s entrance.

Fel’s shoulders tensed automatically.

Finally, the moment had come.

Everything that happens from now on must be reported to the homeland without missing anything.

Just as the Republic’s agent Fel Gibson was on high alert.

Stand!

Suddenly Viscount Belphir got up and hurriedly left the banquet hall.

“Viscount? Where are you suddenly…”

Pak-!

As he said that, the Viscount immediately swung his hand and knocked away his arm.

“Vis-Viscount…?”

An intense action unlike his usual self.

Fel hurriedly looked at his master whom he had served for 10 years.

Pale, stiff lips, and a face gripped by terror.

Seeing this, Fel instinctively knew something had gone wrong.

‘No way… Was I discovered?’

No, that couldn’t be.

It had been 10 years since he infiltrated this viscounty.

There hadn’t been any signs during that time…

“Yo, Your Grace? Where are you suddenly…”

“Madam? Madam!”

“Rosaria. Where are you suddenly going? Le-leaving your master, where are you suddenly…”

Fel and Viscount Belphir weren’t the only ones experiencing this situation.

The bells announcing the Emperor’s entrance.

The moment those bells rang, people hurriedly left the banquet hall as if they had planned it.

“He-hey you all…!”

“Wh-what in the world is…”

Looking bewilderedly at them was one group of people.

However, before long, Agent Fel could understand the whole situation.

‘Everyone standing still here is Revolutionary Army… Republic spies?’

To maintain a cell organization structure, spies don’t share personal information with each other.

Just like himself, who had only received orders from headquarters for 10 years.

Who would have thought he’d discover the existence of colleagues whose faces he didn’t even know in this way.

This was the worst situation for him as a spy.

This banquet hall was an isolated space floating alone in the Empire’s sky.

The only exit was the elevator he had just used.

Bang-!

As the bells ended, the Emperor’s figure slowly appeared on the platform above the banquet hall.

And simultaneously, a group of soldiers burst through the banquet hall doors.

Seeing the black uniforms and weapons they carried, the blood drained from the faces of those who saw them.

“Th-those guys are…!”

“Special Magical Power Unit?”

The Special Magical Power Unit members entering the banquet hall in two rows.

Confirming this, civilians began running to the elevator without looking back.

And during this.

“Go-good riddance! You Republic spies!”

One noble, pale-faced, shouted while looking at them.

“You vermin eating the Republic’s salt! Did you think His Majesty would le-let you li…”

“Baron Ringbelt.”

Thump.

However, hands grabbing his shoulders pushed him into the banquet hall.

The members who accurately knew his personal information began filtering out all the spies trying to escape among the civilians.

The gathered spies.

The Devils of Magic Bullets surrounding them.

And the Emperor looking down at them.

By the time they realized everything, it was already too late.

This banquet was a trap planned by the Emperor.

“Yo-Your Majesty-!”

In this desperate moment.

One of the remaining people began clinging to the Emperor like a drowning man grasping at straws.

“This is slander, Your Majesty!”

The elderly noble with abundant white beard shouted toward the Emperor with a voice as if coughing blood.

“I am Galspard, head of an esteemed family that has served the Empire and Imperial Family since my great-grandfather’s time! How could someone like me be a Re-Republic spy!”

“So-so is this humble one!”

The servant beside him knelt and recited similar words.

“I’m sorry… They threatened me with my family…”

One maid sat on the floor, pleading that her family was being held hostage.

“Ex-excellent trap, Your Majesty! Ho-how about making a deal?! The information I have, I think it would be of great help to Your Majesty…”

One musician stepped forward seemingly boldly toward the Emperor, offering to become a double agent for the Empire.

I can’t just stay still either.

Even if I’m going to die, at least one excuse…

“Your Majesty! This humble one…”

However, the moment Fel tried to start speaking.

Tang-!

A sudden bullet shattered his head as he stepped forward.

Thud-!

His body collapsed, having lost its head.

Seeing the blood scattered in all directions, the noisy banquet hall was instantly enveloped in silence.

“Dogs of the Republic who deserve worse than being torn apart, how dare you move your filthy mouths?”

“…!”

“…!”

At the languid voice from inside, the Special Magic Unit members surrounding them parted to both sides.

Walking through their salutes was Eugene Lorentz.

The general commander of the Special Magical Power Unit looked at the Emperor standing on the platform and opened his mouth.

“The banquet preparations are complete, Your Majesty.”

“Yes. So I see.”

The Emperor, who had been silent throughout, spoke for the first time.

The banquet.

Looking at the corpse with its head shattered while saying this, the Emperor slowly raised his hand and ordered Eugene.

“Proceed.”

“Everyone, aim.”

Swish-!

As the imperial order was given, the Special Magical Power Unit members’ gun barrels all pointed at them.

The Emperor had already made all his judgments.

The agents who judged there was no hope now resigned themselves to everything.

They only used their remaining strength to curse the Emperor.

“Ki-killing us won’t make the Republic’s eyes pass you by!”

“You imperial pigs, we may die and disappear here, but the Republic’s hands will always be at your throat…”

“Death to the Empire! Glory to the Repub…”

“How noisy.”

A brief word toward the spies shouting desperately.

As if understanding his intent, Eugene gave orders without hesitation.

“Fire.”

Tutatatang-!

Tutatatatatatang-!

Tang-!

A rain of bullets without magical power.

The blood and flesh pieces of the riddled spies dyed the luxurious banquet hall red.

The Emperor silently watched their state.

Behind him, his knight Andrei slowly revealed himself.

“Word has come from the Intelligence Department. Director Rebecca… agrees with Your Majesty’s intentions.”

“Is that so.”

The Emperor, looking down at the banquet hall where confirmation kills were in full swing, looked at Eugene commanding the members.

With this, he had given everything he could pass on.

“Time will be tight.”

With a faint smile, the Emperor turned around.

This was the signal flare to open a new empire.

The stopped clock slowly began to turn again.

***

“Word came from Commander Andrei. Operation successful. Persons of interest who detected something unusual have also hastily left the Imperial Capital.”

“Good. With this, we’ve properly fastened the first button of the plan.”

Hearing her subordinate agent’s report, Rebecca put a cigarette to her mouth and looked around at the numerous photos attached to the blackboard.

Revolutionary Army bases discovered by Intelligence Department agents.

Routes for smuggling supplies connected to the Republic.

The brokers in charge of those routes.

And among them, even the list of double agents secretly cooperating with the Intelligence Department.

Screech-

The blackboard packed with all sorts of information.

Rebecca removed most of the photos in the Imperial Capital and turned her gaze to the opposite side.

“Randall and Claude. And according to intelligence that just came in, two mages.”

Unlike Claude and Randall, unidentified figures treated only as black silhouettes.

Rebecca looked carefully at those photos and opened her mouth.

“The agents who brought this information?”

“All killed at the scene.”

“Yes. That would be the case.”

The two people Randall was desperately trying to hide.

According to her prediction, those two would likely be the biggest variables in this operation.

Originally, she had intended to dig up their magic or information before the plan started but… ultimately failed.

‘But.’

While dealing with the trash that had filled the Imperial Capital, Randall’s plans also hit a snag.

If our side experienced confusion, it means we caused even greater confusion for the enemy side.

The risks each side shouldered were equal.

‘He will move according to our will.’

For the past 2 years, Randall and the Revolutionary Army had been pushed almost to their limits.

Considering the Republic’s internal faction fights, they couldn’t carelessly cancel this operation.

It means the work of luring the target into a trap had somehow succeeded.

“This is as far as our Intelligence Department can go. From here on, it depends on how you do.”

Muttering thus, Rebecca recalled the person she met recently.

The one directly selected by the Emperor and brought before her.

The fact that Eugene came to find her held far more meaning than he thought.

‘The Intelligence Department is the Empire’s most secretive organization, existing only for the Emperor alone. Only two people can meet the head of such an organization.’

Either the Emperor himself.

Or his successor who would inherit everything from him.

“It’s been a long time since I felt this way, dear.”

Rebecca spoke while fastening her white coat.

The ring on her ring finger had gradually faded over the long years.

“After you left, I lived thinking to hell with the Empire and everything else.”

She had given up inside.

Even while immersing herself in Intelligence Department work like a madwoman, one corner of her heart was already preparing to resign herself.

That the Empire was finished.

That the chance for revenge for that person had long passed.

“But if by any chance this succeeds…”

If that young man who proved his abilities inherits the Empire.

If the Emperor’s will continues to the next generation.

“I can start my revenge again.”

My love who died unjustly.

My child who departed without even leaving the womb.

The Empire’s true enemies who brought me all those tragedies.

She could find them all and throw them into the Intelligence Department torture chamber.

She could rip open their bellies, split their skulls, and devour the brains inside.

A deep smile supported Rebecca’s bloodshot eyes.

The sweet fruit called revenge was waving at her with a face similar to her own.

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