The Extra Strategist’s Royal Road Chapter 314
The treatment for Gaspar involved recovering his vitality through magic.
It seemed to be a method unique to blood magic, which converts magical power into vitality.
However, this required an enormous amount of magic, and moreover, that magic had to be from a living being.
The latter condition was particularly challenging.
Upon hearing the amount of magic Estelle mentioned, hundreds of people’s worth of magic would be needed. Furthermore, each of those individuals needed to be knowledgeable about magic, making the situation such that even requesting support from the Ellan Kingdom seemed uncertain.
At that moment, when everything seemed bleak, Dorofei came up with an idea.
“What if we ask Miss Mirabel?”
“Mirabel?”
“You know, they said Mirabel’s body is made of magic. And an enormous amount of it.”
“…!”
Indeed, Mirabel, who was a dungeon itself, contained an incredible amount of magic in her body. That’s precisely why she could function as a living being.
Consulting with people knowledgeable in magic like Erina, Lucretia, and Estelle, they concluded it was worth attempting.
Of course, Mirabel’s consent would be necessary, as the process would require her sacrifice.
“The question is how to persuade Mirabel…”
“Well, wouldn’t it be easy? If Eonia or Elena ask, she’ll probably agree.”
“Hmm… But she might end up dissolving herself.”
From Mirabel’s perspective, she didn’t seem likely to sacrifice her existence for Gaspar.
They decided to first call Eonia and Elena to discuss this matter.
It seemed Ryuna had somehow understood this.
Ryuna, who had been pacing anxiously beside Gaspar’s sickbed, suddenly seemed to make a decision and ran out of the mansion.
“Ryuna?”
I followed after her.
Outside the mansion, Mirabel was playing with the children.
She seemed to have decided to become a snowman, watching contentedly as the children covered her legs with snow.
Ryuna approached her with a serious expression.
“Mirabel!”
“…?”
Although Mirabel was close with the children, she wasn’t close with Ryuna. This was partly because Ryuna was wary of others, and Mirabel particularly doted on the twins.
“Help my grandfather!”
Mirabel turned her gaze to me, still not understanding.
“Well…”
After explaining the situation, Mirabel shrugged her shoulders.
“People eventually die and are forgotten. Me, you, everyone is the same. Forcing things to be twisted leads to tragedy. This applies to me and those revived by mother goddess.”
“Gaspar isn’t dead yet. Are you saying you shouldn’t treat those who are dying?”
“This method is clearly going against the natural order. Creating vitality through magical power is similar in principle to the mother goddess reviving the dead, regardless of the degree. We can’t commit the same mistake.”
“…”
It was a sound argument.
According to Estelle, this magic was used by the leader of the Article black magicians.
Through this blood magic of vitality recovery, he had lived for more than 300 years.
Thinking about it, Mirabel’s words were not wrong.
This was a weighty choice for me.
If I made the same mistake as the other party, my moral ground would weaken.
As I couldn’t counter her argument, Ryuna began to sob. Then she glared at Mirabel with a spiteful expression.
“I hate Mirabel! I’ll tell Ernie and Ed not to play with you!”
“What!?”
“Ernie! Ed! Come here!”
When Ryuna cried out while sniffling, the twins came running, thinking something had happened.
Ryuna hugged them tightly and glared at Mirabel.
Mirabel was in a state of panic.
If Ryuna were to ask the twins, they would surely avoid Mirabel. She knew she had that much influence.
“Well, that…”
“I don’t want to! I won’t play!”
Ryuna returned to the mansion, with the twins following closely behind.
Mirabel looked at me, hoping for mediation, but I could only shrug.
* * *
Eventually, Mirabel had no choice but to surrender.
It was natural, as the twins were like the meaning of her life, now held hostage.
The treatment process was simple.
It involved casting a blood magic spell on Gaspar’s blood to circulate it.
It required continuous magic injection during one circulation, demanding significant magic consumption.
By the end of the treatment, Mirabel’s body had become hazy.
Fortunately, they had prepared a magic stone in advance, which helped her recover.
Mirabel chewed on the magic stone, recharging her magic.
“Thank you, Mirabel!”
Ryuna sent the twins back to Mirabel.
Mirabel let out a sigh of relief. Then she looked at Ryuna fearfully.
Gaspar woke up about two hours later.
“Ugh…!”
Gaspar frowned, his body stiff from the long bed rest.
“What’s going on? Why is everyone gathered here? How long have I been lying down?”
“Grandfather!”
Ryuna jumped onto the bed and hugged Gaspar tightly. Gaspar was greatly startled.
“W-why are you being so dramatic?”
“It’s dramatic because it’s worth being dramatic.”
When told that he had been in a coma for over 20 days and was revived through blood magic, Gaspar made a bitter expression.
“You should have just let me die. A person like me should die on the battlefield.”
“…”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Phew! Gaspar, you are hereby retired.”
“What?”
Others seemed to have been expecting this as well.
“As you said, Gaspar, a mercenary and officer of Liande, died on the battlefield. Now, please spend the rest of your life comfortably watching Ryuna grow up.”
“If this is a joke, it’s not funny. I was born on the battlefield and lived on the battlefield. How can you suddenly…”
“From now on, get used to life outside the battlefield. This is an order.”
“….”
Gaspar insisted that he could not understand.
Then, looking at master Ilya, he opens his eyes wide.
“Ilya Anfei, how are you alive? There’s no way you could have survived that situation….”
“That is….”
When talking about Guderian’s sacrifice, Gaspar made a rare expression as if he was about to cry.
It seemed he had a lot of feelings upon hearing that Guderian, his friend and peer, had sacrificed himself for the future of the beastmen and his disciple’s future.
He looked down at Ryuna, who was burying her face in his chest, and reluctantly nodded.
“Understood, I’ll retire. And leave the matter of the beastmen that Guderian had arranged to me. I want to keep the last wishes of my friend.”
“Good decision.”
With this, three of my vassals have now retired.
Gunther, Ilya, and Gaspar. From my perspective, it was fortunate that they didn’t die.
Afterward, since the atmosphere was well established, I tried to recommend retirement to Eonia again, but Eo was resolute.
“Absolutely not! I will retire together with Ars!”
“Well, such stubbornness…. What about you, Lysithea?”
Lysithea, who had lost one eye, was also included in the retirement candidates, but she shook her head.
“I’m similar. If I retire, I’ll do it together with Ash.”
“…I see, Ash. I’ll let you retire too if you want. Rest with Lysithea.”
But Ash was just as stubborn as Eonia.
“Originally, I should have died before.”
It seemed he was talking about the time he was surrounded by Alvard’s military.
“You saved my life back then. So now, this life will be used for you. Well, simply put, I’ll retire together with you, Ars.”
Looking for other retirement candidates, everyone was stubborn.
“Even so, if Ilya and Gaspar are gone, the gap won’t be small.”
Olaf says worriedly.
“Gaspar has been showing outstanding performance in intelligence and special unit operations, and Ilya in mercenary skills. In a situation where senior officers have already been eliminated due to hunting enemy officers, the absence of these two will be painful.”
I was about to respond, but someone interrupted my words.
“Hehe, then new people can just step up!”
“…!”
A large-bodied man standing by the door. His face still looked like a boy’s, but his body was fully grown.
“Aggert!?”
It seemed Yumir had guided him in.
“Are you allowed to be here?”
“It’s okay. I’ve received permission from Calvern.”
This was the first time I directly saw Aggert.
“Whew! I’m glad you’re doing well.”
“Hehe, you too, brother Ars!”
Olaf shouted that it was just perfectly timed.
“Gaspar has awakened, and Aggert has survived, so let’s have a party!”
Gaspar seemed deeply moved by the fact that all the drinking members from three years ago were finally gathered and started demanding alcohol.
* * *
A modest party proceeded.
I decided to listen to Aggert’s story so far.
Upon hearing that Aggert had arrived, my mother who was in the annex quickly ran over.
“Aggert!”
Aggert, who rescued her but then captured by slave hunters. My mother hugged him tightly, seemingly still deeply concerned about the incident.
“Because she’s my master’s mother, it was something I had to do. Don’t worry about it!”
Anton nods satisfactorily at those proud words.
“There was value in what I thoroughly taught. Well done, Aggert.”
“Hehe.”
Listening to him, after being captured by slave hunters, he lived on a fishing boat as a slave of the Upper Alliance.
Most are sent to underground mines, but in Aggert’s case, since he had no affiliation or past, he lived as a slave outside.
“A fishing boat…. That’s why we couldn’t find you.”
“Well, it was only for about half a year. Afterward, it became known that I had talent for martial arts, so I entered the Alliance’s special forces. Something like a disposable suicide squad, you could say. Come to think of it, brother Ars was in the Ellan Kingdom?”
“So?”
“I’ve been inside the Ellan Kingdom’s palace once. I attacked a warehouse with strange stones.”
“A warehouse with stones…? Could you be talking about the Magic Stones warehouse?”
“Oh, so those were Magic Stones.”
“Huh…!”
One of the groups that attacked the warehouse where the dungeon’s Magic Stones were sealed was Aggert.
I was at a loss for words.
“What happened after that?”
“I thought I’d be killed for being caught there, but the royal guards were so pathetic that I just escaped. Then they even promoted me to the core unit.”
The expression of the leader of those incompetent royal guards, Lucretia, distorts.
“So you were serving as Calvern’s adjutant?”
“That’s right.”
“Have you been helping us all this time under Calvern’s arrangement?”
“It’s similar. Calvern told me to do as I pleased. He probably knew exactly how I would move. By now, I’ve even come on his request.”
“Your purpose…?”
Aggert suddenly hardened his expression and spoke.
“Now, this is the main point.”
“…?”
“Here.”
What Aggert handed over was a single letter.
“What is this…?”
“It’s from Calvern. He told me to deliver it to you. He said it’s a letter that the person you’re chasing sent to Rancia Galeron.”
The person I was chasing referred to the mother goddess.
A letter from the mother goddess to Rancia. Given that Calvern specifically instructed Aggert to deliver it, it was sure to contain critically important information.
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