Chapter 71:

Chapter 71: Is This a Dream?

Yulia strides in the direction of her vacation spot: Ascal’s lap as he sits.

Earlier than Yulia can sit on his knees, Ascal stands up from his chair, inflicting Yulia’s eyebrows to twitch.

“Why are you avoiding me, Prime Minister Debrue?”

“The chair is uncomfortable.”

“…?”

Within the Prime Minister’s workplace sits a chair adorned in variations of purple and gold, with plush leather-based and costly gilding—it appears expensive, however Ascal dislikes it.

His physique has grown accustomed to the minister chairs of the Analysis Division; nothing else satisfies him now.

“I can’t work with this chair, Lia. Fetch me my chair.”

Ascal declares this boldly.

Yulia appears at her prime minister, dumbfounded.

Can somebody’s persona change in a single day?

‘In any case, that is only a dream.’

Sure.

Ascal believes that is all a dream. There’s no have to cower earlier than Yulia even in a dream. He actually turns into a warrior within the nook, or fairly, a warrior in a dream.

“I can’t work till you carry me that chair. And my shoulders are a bit stiff; I might use a therapeutic massage.”

‘Ascal.’

‘What nerve!’

****

After scouring your entire empire for a minister chair, Ascal evaluations paperwork whereas receiving the therapeutic massage from Yulia.

Administration.

Army.

Diplomacy.

Intelligence.

All of the reviews that needs to be dealt with by the succesful individuals of the empire have come to Ascal.

“What are the ministers doing that I’ve to do all this?”

Whereas massaging Ascal’s shoulders, Yulia speaks.

“They’re all incompetent. I began by chopping them off from the neck. The considerably competent Minister of Magic was assassinated…”

Certainly.

The empire within the dream has already half-collapsed.

Identical to one thing out of a novel.

And Ascal has no intention of working even in his goals.

‘One of the best ways to wake from a dream is, in spite of everything, to die.’

Ascal opens the window.

A breeze is available in.

It’s fairly a excessive flooring.

Ascal jumps out of the window.

‘Farewell, Empire.’

Nonetheless.​One thing smooth lay on the bottom.

As if it knew he would bounce, a mat had been pre-positioned.

“Did you bounce once more, Prime Minister? It’s taxing in your physique to maintain doing this.”

The servant swept with a brush, as if it have been a well-recognized routine.

“……”

Ascal trudged again up the steps.

****

One should die to dwell.

Ascal had tried numerous strategies to finish his life.

Consuming poison, self-harm, submerging in water whereas holding his breath, banging his head in opposition to the wall.

However every time, he failed.

Ascal surprisingly escaped simply from Yulia’s maintain.

“Actually a swordmaster, Ascal? Your talent in escaping me is kind of exceptional.”

“A swordmaster?”

“Sure. You’re one of many three nice swordmasters of the empire, Ascal Debrue, descendant and head of the Debrue martial household. Did you wish to reaffirm your personal fame?”

‘No, why am I a swordmaster?’​Ascal seemed incredulously at his frail decrease physique.

…It turned out his physique was no joke. A strong body with solely the important muscular tissues, constructed for practicality.

“All of them name you the satan of the empire. A monstrous creature that epitomizes each literary and martial extremes.”

“That’s actually absurd.”

It appeared that this model of himself, who hadn’t entered the Analysis Division, had continued to coach in martial arts till he turned a swordmaster.

Certainly, he had thought that swinging a sword within the countryside wouldn’t be too unhealthy if nobody had immediately appeared to speak in regards to the Analysis Division.

…And what was Sushia doing on this place?

“So, what has turn into of the Senestia ducal home now?”

“They’re supporting the anti-imperial forces. However we haven’t simply been passive victims. We’ve captured considered one of their daughters as a prisoner.”

“The place is she?”

“Within the dungeon.”

Ascal received up from the mattress and rapidly began to dress to exit.

“The place are you going?”

“I’ll be again from the dungeon shortly. Please wait right here.”

It appeared fairly chilly.

Ascal picked up a blanket and wrapped Yulia in it. Solely her face peeked out from beneath the blanket, and she or he grumbled.

“You’re not working away once more, are you?”

“I’ll be again in ten minutes.”

“I’ll belief you. You’re coming again, proper?”

****

Ascal hurried all the way down to the imperial palace’s dungeon.

The guard, initially poised to dam any intruders, instantly stepped apart upon seeing Ascal’s face. It was a free move.

Naturally, after Yulia, Ascal was the following strongest individual right here.

“Is Sushia Senestia right here? Paved the way.”

“Understood.”

A torch-bearing guard guided Ascal.

And shortly, by means of the bars, they noticed a girl mendacity on the ground.

A gag was in her mouth.

“Why is that vital?”

“…She was being too noisy.”

“Let it’s.”

Because the guard turned the important thing, the bars opened.

Ascal walked over and eliminated Sushia’s gag.

“Ugh, euh.”

“Stand up, Sushia.”

Her face was soiled from not washing, her hair lifeless.

She was actually in a pitiful state.

“Hey, carry some heat water and a fabric.”

“Sure.”

Ascal dampened a fabric with the nice and cozy water introduced by the guard and commenced to wipe Sushia’s face. When she regained her senses and noticed Ascal’s face, she screamed.

“Aaah! The satan of the empire!”

“You’re constant, even right here.”

»—ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ—«

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