I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 113

I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

Chapter 113

Rose lit a cigarette in the shaking carriage.

And she recalled Caesar’s words from earlier.

-So I’m asking the Redfield family: Are you willing to create a world without potions together with me.

Rose did not immediately respond to Caesar’s words.

The scale was too large for her to rashly answer, and she did not have the authority to approve or reject.

‘If I had the authority…’

Rose would have partially accepted Caesar’s opinion.

And in return, she would have proposed more shares or something else.

Rose, while burning her cigarette, glared at Miles.

“By the way, how did Caesar figure out who I am?”

“…I don’t know how he figured it out either.”

“If neither you nor I know, then there’s no one in the imperial kingdom who would know… How strange.”

Rose was clearly suspicious of Miles.

As far as Rose knew, Caesar had almost no independent means of gathering information.

This was information he absolutely would not have noticed if Miles had not hinted at it.

Despite this, the reason Miles was lying to her was probably because he was in a situation where he could not move against Caesar.

‘I’ll have to revise my assessment of Miles.’

Either on par with Caesar or completely controlled by Caesar.

Rose blew cigarette smoke out the window and spoke.

“What did you discuss with Caesar?”

“I was asked to invest in Caesar Pharmaceutical Company and the alchemists contracted with the pharmaceutical company.”

“Not extorted?”

Miles also put a cigar in his mouth.

“Half of that, I suppose. Because I’ve done many wrong things to Caesar this time.”

Rose exhaled cigarette smoke while looking out the window.

‘He’s lying.’

Based on her long observation of Miles, he always puts something in his mouth when lying.

Either putting a cigar in his mouth or drinking tea.

If there’s nothing to eat nearby, he strokes his lips.

Miles was clearly being threatened and extorted by Caesar.

“So what did Caesar want?”

“I’ll tell the Duke of Redfield directly.”

“You can tell me, and it’ll reach my father’s ears anyway.”

“But I think it’s better if I tell him directly.”

Lord Miles had recently started paying attention to ‘unnecessary mind games’.

Just by draining the opponent’s strength and being annoying, he could twist and agitate their emotions.

He’d been meeting Gregory Walterwood often lately, so he must have learned this subtle skill.

“Caesar explained to me the future of Homigraph and Sapientia. And requested the help of the Redfield family.”

Miles’s expression subtly changed.

Not exactly anxious, but more like ‘I knew this would happen’.

This slightly irritated Rose.

“I did too.”

“What did you discuss?”

“He said he would transform these cities focused on distribution into a healing city where any disease can be cured with money, creating a potion-free Homigraph and a city of doctors, Sapientia.”

Rose threw away her cigarette butt.

“Do you think that’s possible?”

“Caesar does not speak of the impossible. He never has.”

“But the scale of this result is different.”

“Beheading 50 dueling knights sent by the Royder Order and winning the duel against the Wolf King Yugar Hironeel, these were not things just anyone could do.”

Miles sucked on his cigar and then exhaled.

“The Parker family intends to go all the way with Caesar. I’m also going to find sponsors for this project.”

“So you’re saying you don’t need the Redfield family’s help?”

“You seem to be mistaken. Lady Rose, you are not the Redfield family itself. You’re just one of the Redfield family’s capabilities. The real power is…”

Miles pointed to the red wing emblem behind Lady Rose.

“The numerous talents and families gathered under this emblem, and the charisma and wisdom of the Duke that controls them. That is true power.”

Miles placed his hand on his chest.

“I am the same.”

Rose silently lit a new cigarette.

She wasn’t angry at that pathetic provocation.

She was just unsettled.

It was clear that she couldn’t take the Duke’s position with a woman’s body.

Moreover, she had no arcane sense to even challenge the position.

A fate determined from birth.

Rose knew the power of this fate was incredibly strong, yet her gaze kept drifting.

She didn’t want to settle for the current situation.

She wanted to move towards higher places.

She didn’t want to be someone who moves by her three brothers’ orders.

But as Miles said, Rose was just a talent bound under the Redfield family name.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Was that why?

‘Caesar is a bit enviable.’

Unlike the Redfield family’s large wings, he was clearly controlling his own world by his own will.

What would that feel like?

“King of Homigraph.”

“Are you talking about Caesar’s new nickname?”

Rose threw away the cigarette butt she had finished smoking.

“Looking at him today, I feel like no other nickname suits him as well. The Arch Duke would be jealous.”

Come to think of it, how would the Arch Duke view Caesar now?

***

A week later.

Caesar’s body had completely healed.

To commemorate this, Caesar went out for dawn training.

Whoosh.

As Caesar threw Thunder, it swept across the targets’ necks like a living owl before landing back in Caesar’s hand.

“Hmm.”

Satisfactory.

There was no feeling of resistance when swinging the axe, and instead, he felt stronger, faster, and more sensitive than before.

Did the awakening agent Smir gave have such effects?

Or was it because he kept reviewing the battle with Vigilante during his rest?

He definitely felt he had improved.

‘I thought my body might have gotten stiff.’

Instead, after deeply resting and organizing his mind, the axe felt like it was moving as he wanted.

Is this why Yan meditated so much?

Caesar should develop a meditation habit too.

‘This time…’

Caesar used Noisy Silence.

Aura circulated through his body, touching his nervous system and muscles.

The ‘south wind’ mixed with Caesar’s axe from that subtle stimulation.

‘It connected smoothly without even being conscious.’

Is this the return to the origin?

Or did Caesar develop a bad habit?

As he reached a certain level, Caesar started to not know some things.

Hardening technique was an incredibly advanced skill, and developing bad habits could break the body or make it difficult to go beyond a certain limit.

That’s why the Red Wing was so remarkable.

If explained like a game, if Great Mountain’s master level is ’13’,

The Megalith would be around ’15’.

Red Wing and Snow mountain would be around ’17’.

The ‘Unnamed’ Yan uses is around ’20’.

When Caesar first trained the noisy silence, he estimated himself at 15-17.

But after fighting Yugar, he felt a bit greedy.

What did Yan say about hardening technique?

-The important thing is learning a hardening technique that suits you.

-Techniques already developed are meaningless because they’re designed for the body of the person who developed them.

-The same goes for sword and spear techniques.

My own hardening technique…

Could I really make one?

The Noisy Silence is a renewal of Red Wing for Caesar to use an axe instead of a sword, so its essence is close to Red Wing.

The ‘Snowmountain’ of the Hironeel family is an upgraded version of ‘Great Mountain’.

But how much time did the Hironeel family invest to create that ‘Snow Mountain’?

Could Caesar, who is not Yan, develop a hardening technique that suits him right now?

He had no idea.

Should he really find a true master?

“…Caesar!”

Caesar’s axe stopped.

He turned towards the direction of the sound.

Gloria and Harrison were there.

“How on earth do you train until the training ground becomes like this?”

Caesar looked around.

Caesar’s training ground was literally a mess.

The grass was torn up, and the nearby trees were chopped down completely.

The steel dolls were scattered with their limbs crushed.

“We’ll need a wider training ground.”

“It’s not about being wider, but about a stronger training ground. What on earth is this?”

“Heard that, Harrison? Build me a sturdy training ground.”

Harrison squinted and said,

“I can’t even guess how sturdy a training ground we should build.”

“By the way, why did you call me?”

“Ramsky has arrived.”

“Right. It’s about time he came.”

Caesar wiped his sweat with his clothes and spoke.

“Tell him to wash up and come.”

***

As soon as Caesar entered the study, Ramsky bowed his head deeply.

“Thank you, Lord Caesar.”

Caesar chuckled and tapped Ramsky’s shoulder.

“How does it feel to be promoted?”

“I couldn’t be happier.”

“Did you get a new business card?”

“Oh, yes. Here it is.”

Ramsky handed Caesar a crisp business card.

[Ramsky Zikwood]

President of Parker Bank

“Does being a bank president mean you get gold-foiled business cards? It’s shiny.”

“This is a card only given to special people. Not just anyone.”

One of the things Caesar had demanded in his previous meeting with Miles was to promote Ramsky to the president of Parker Bank.

Ramsky is someone who has a deep connection with Caesar within Parker Bank and is also one of those who find Caesar difficult.

Since Ramsky had heard from Miles that this position was pushed by Caesar, he came immediately to express his gratitude after being promoted.

Caesar put the business card in his card holder and spoke.

“So when are you going to the headquarters?”

“I plan to start working on my main job next week.”

“The headquarters is in Gold Mile, right?”

“Correct. It’s in the Vex Province.”

“Then you’ll need to depart tomorrow or the day after.”

“I’m planning to take the morning train the day after tomorrow.”

“Good, good.”

The small talk was over, and now it’s time to get to the main point.

“Do you know why I asked Miles to make you a bank president?”

Ramsky calmly took a sip of tea and spoke.

“I believe it’s related to you becoming a non-executive director of Parker Financial Group.”

“Did you think I asked this question to hear such an obvious story? Tell me what you really think.”

Ramsky cleared his throat and spoke.

“It seems like you want to create many people who follow your line within the Parker family.”

“That’s right. I especially want many of my people to be seated in the Homigraph branch.”

Ramsky felt like he was sweating despite the mid-winter cold.

He had expected it, but to create a new force within the Parker family?

It’s not an ordinary thought.

But Miles wouldn’t have seated Ramsky as president without knowing Caesar would do this.

Then, the only person Ramsky can trust is one.

Caesar alone.

“For now, I want to start with the Homigraph branch manager. Who do you think would be good to seat?”

“…… I’ve already shortlisted a few candidates.”

Ramsky pulled out some profiles from his briefcase.

“They’re all Homigraph natives deeply connected with Sapientia. With just slight differences in disposition, you can choose the person you want, and I’ll take care of the personnel matters accordingly.”

This is why he likes Ramsky.

He’s perceptive and capable.

Since Ramsky has been seated as bank president through Caesar’s influence, the only person he can trust is Caesar.

So, by recruiting many of Caesar’s line within the Parker family, Ramsky can do more, which is not bad from Ramsky’s perspective.

“I… May I ask one thing?”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you want the Parker family?”

Caesar snorted.

“Me? If I wanted that, I would have changed my surname to Parker or married into their family.”

“Then what do you truly want?”

“You know Miles Parker stabbed me in the back, right?”

“… You mean when he tried to divide Sapientia?”

“Exactly. Would it be okay if something like that happens again?”

“No, it wouldn’t.”

“This is the groundwork for that.”

Caesar used psychometry.

-Are you telling me to become a suicide bomb?

-… Did you intend to use me to this extent?

Ramsky’s disappointment was palpable.

Indeed, the relationship between Ramsky and Caesar is not that of a loyal servant and a monarch.

So telling Ramsky to become a bomb that would explode when he stabs Caesar in the Parker family is naturally absurd.

Caesar put a cigar in his mouth.

“When you go to the Vex district, you’ll be incredibly lonely. You’re moving to an entirely new place, and there are few people who will be your limbs, and no one in the Parker family will look at you favorably.”

Ramsky nodded silently.

“You might see me as someone who could betray you at any time. But don’t worry. Within a year at most, or half a year at least, I’ll make it so that the Parker Bank can’t operate without you.”

“How is that possible?”

“Because you’ll be the only channel through which the Parker family and I can communicate.”

Though the words were incredibly matter-of-fact, Ramsky felt chills.

“From now on, you’ll be part of the events between Miles and me, and everything the Miles says to me will reach your ears. The new Homigraph branch manager? All I expect from him is to serve as a messenger between you and me.”

Caesar handed Ramsky some documents.

“This is the campaign pledge that Harrison will use when becoming a Homigraph Councilman. A Homigraph without potions. A city of doctors, Sapientia.”

Ramsky slowly read the documents.

“The Parker family has already actively decided to join this project and needs to recruit sponsors.”

“Is this even possible?”

“There are plenty of talents. Starting with Professor Smir, there are over 200 alchemists interested in this project, and over 800 doctors. And when the malaria treatment begins full-scale production and is distributed throughout the imperial territory, people will personally experience my vision.”

Ramsky swallowed hard.

“Does the Arch Duke know about this proposal?”

“That’s why he called me. He sent an invitation through Viscount Bellum to hear the details.”

Caesar looked at his watch and spoke.

“I’ll need to leave in 10 minutes.”

Caesar stood up.

“Read carefully, and if you have questions, ask Harrison. He knows the details best.”

Caesar opened the door, and a fairly familiar man was waiting for him.

“It is an honor to escort Lord Caesar! From now on, I will be Lord Caesar’s second eyes, ears, hands, and feet, and serve with all my might!”

Sean was filled with unprecedented passion.

Caesar tapped Sean’s shoulder.

“Yes. Work hard from now on. Learn well from Harrison.”

“Yes! Understood!”

Caesar said to Harrison,

“Councilman Harrison Walterwood. Go have a thorough conversation with President Ramsky. I’ll take a little outing with Sean.”

“I’m not a Councilman yet.”

“Learning to talk back even before becoming a Councilman. You’re just like Councilman Gregory.”

Harrison sighed.

“Please return safely, Lord Caesar.”

“Yes. I’ll take Sean with me.”

“Yes. Understood.”

Harrison closed the study door and sat in front of Ramsky.

“Ramsky… No, I should use an honorific now that you’re the bank president.”

Harrison put a cigar in his mouth.

His relaxed hand movements and seated posture were somewhat similar to Caesar’s.

“If you have any questions, ask. I’ll answer everything.”

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