I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 342
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Episode 342
The conference room of the Badniker Council.
The atmosphere in the conference room where all the elders were present was deeply depressed.
Perhaps the first crisis the family has faced since its revival.
As always, the first to speak was the Chairman of the Council of Elders, Agenor Badniker.
“The Iron Blooded One is truly a badnik-.”
“… … .”
“… That’s what all the people of the empire think. It’s not entirely wrong. In fact, the absence of the head of the household is painful for us. It means that we can’t just leave the current situation alone.”
A faint sigh could be heard here and there, and the other elders who had been keeping their mouths shut also opened their mouths one by one.
“… It is very fortunate that the Lord has regained consciousness, but it is not a situation where we can expect him to perform as well as before right away.”
“Of course. The amount of missions you are carrying out is the best in the empire.”
“Who would dare to fill that vacancy? Even if we mobilize all the hidden power of the family, it would be impossible.”
“That is a remark that is too disrespectful of the main family. The combined power of Badnikker has already surpassed the level of a single family-.”
“Be quiet.”
Agenor, as always, intervened only when things were about to get heated.
The cold and sharp voice had a bit of a rattling sound to it, so the elders who were arguing all at once shut their mouths.
“The current Badnikker crisis is unprecedented.”
Of course, the Iron Blood Knight did not die.
The family’s finances have not collapsed, nor has it suffered any significant loss of key members of its power.
But Agenor’s words could not be denied.
The absence of a head of a family is obviously a serious matter, but even among the heads of families, the Iron Blood Family is special.
The reason is not simply because of the power they possess.
The achievements and symbolism he has accumulated so far are in some ways even greater than those of the Emperor of the Empire, and his status is so complex that it cannot be explained in a few words, as he has a foothold in various powers.
Agenor spoke in a stern tone.
“But the Badnikker must not be shaken. Not at any time.”
As he said that, he looked around carefully.
It was meant to be an opportunity to voice your opinions, which is why today’s meeting was held.
The elders, who had been thinking carefully, quietly offered their opinions.
“… The Lord of the Household has always carried out his missions in secret. He rarely appears in public. If he stays out of sight for a while and focuses on rehabilitation, it doesn’t seem like he will immediately be suspected.”
“But that would only take a month or two at most.”
Assad responded in a blunt tone.
“There are dozens of missions for Delak that we have identified. The schedule is already full until the year after next. If we reject or postpone all of them… … .”
“… … .”
“… No matter who it is, there will definitely be a sense of discomfort. Whether it be the Imperial Family, Goodspring, Heros, or some other force entirely. Even we cannot possibly keep track of all the forces that are intertwined with Delak. The number of false identities he has is too many to count on one hand.”
Then one of the elders who was listening to the story asked cautiously.
“Is there any chance of regaining my memory within a month or two… .”
“Well… … . I guess it’s about the same as the probability of being struck by lightning while walking down the street. Or even lower.”
“ah.”
A quiet sigh escaped.
This is Assad’s statement that most accurately captures the current situation of the Iron Blood Company.
In addition, since the position of Archmage had considerable influence, a heavy silence descended upon the conference room once again.
“… How is your master’s condition? So, specifically.”
The young elder, Assad, responded to Phyllis’ words.
“Mentally, there are still many areas where I am unstable. You can think of me as the head of the household before I am completely reborn as an Iron-Blooded Lord. In other words, if you give me a similar experience from now on, I will grow into the Iron-Blooded Lord we know… … .”
“Does it take too much time?”
“That’s true, and more than anything, Delak is different now than it was back then. The lost protection, the family atmosphere, and above all, the situation on the continent is completely different from when he was able to grow step by step. Even if you create an environment that is as similar as possible, what kind of results can a small error that you didn’t anticipate cause… … Sigh.”
Assad’s long mutterings eventually ended in a sigh.
In short, it means that the risk is too great.
When Phyllis had nothing more to say, she closed her mouth.
This time the one who spoke was Zeno Anatos, Hector’s maternal grandfather.
“I think everyone is mistaken about one thing. We must reclaim the family we once knew, no matter what. For now, Badniker, the Empire, and this era all need a hero like the Iron-Blooded One… … But what we need right now is not a perfect hero like the Iron-Blooded One, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“If it’s only about the mission, then there’s no need for a full rehabilitation. What we need now is Delak Badnicker, the nightmare of the Dark Cult and the greatest demon hunter on the continent.”
While the elders still had puzzled expressions on their faces, Agenor’s gaze turned to Assad.
“I heard from Lord Assad that there is nothing particularly wrong with the owner’s body. Am I understanding this correctly?”
“But, as I said before, I have lost many of my guardians.”
“Is the protection permanently lost? Or is it temporarily inoperable?”
“I don’t know yet. I need to find out more.”
“I see.”
Zeno thought for a moment and then said.
“For an ordinary guardian, losing a few guardians would be a great disaster. It would be practically the same as completely losing the will to fight against demons. However, Iron-Blooded Lord… Our patriarch is a bit different. Since he possesses a large number of guardians to begin with, his magical power should still be intact to some extent.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“It means that the body of the head of the household is still unshaken.”
The elders of Badniker did not age in vain either.
They too were beginning to understand what Zenon Anatos was trying to say.
“Xenon-duke, don’t you-.”
“After you have explained the situation to the head of the household, he must immediately resume his mission. This means that he must not refuse any requests or missions that he has already accepted. The delay must not exceed a few days at the shortest and a week at the longest.”
“That’s too dangerous.”
Phyllis reflexively retorted.
The youngest elder’s backlash.
Because the tone was also high, all eyes around him were immediately drawn to it.
Phyllis felt the pressure of the atmosphere, but she had no regrets.
That is because he judged Zeno’s words to be harsh.
If they say they will only delay the request by a week, it means that they will deploy the Iron Blood Corps on the mission within a few days at the latest.
Iron Blood was on the brink of death just a few days ago.
Even if there is nothing wrong with your physical abilities, it is nonsense.
Phyllis’ head was pounding, but she continued speaking as calmly as possible.
“… You’re not unaware of the difficulty of the missions that your Majesty usually carries out, are they? Most of them are at least S-class missions by Heros’ standards. An S-class mission is a mission that no one has been able to complete for at least several years.”
There’s probably no one here who doesn’t know that fact, but Phyllis said it anyway.
“Of course, your Majesty completed most of those missions. He returned safely without any major injuries. That is, until this incident occurred.”
“… … .”
“As you know, 0 and 1 are completely different. There is no guarantee that something like this won’t happen again. Moreover, if you have lost all experience like now… … .”
“Phyllis.”
Agenor spoke in a flat voice.
“The introduction is too long. If you want to refute, then tell me your countermeasures.”
Phyllis swallowed hard and continued speaking.
“… Even if it is inevitable to carry out the mission, the difficulty level needs to be adjusted.”
“So let’s start with low-level missions and gradually level up?”
“Yes.”
Zenon opened his mouth and looked at Phyllis.
“Sir Phyllis.”
“… … .”
“You are a knight. So you should know better than anyone else where the senses of a warrior are most precisely established.”
Battlefield, and the firing line.
I know.
I know that, but… … .
Phyllis thought back to the Iron Blood she had seen briefly before coming here.
I couldn’t forget the sight of him sitting in bed, dazed, with no memory or protection.
Because the face that had been stripped of its veil of intimidation was much younger than expected, he really looked like a boy of that age.
Would it be rude to have such thoughts toward the Lord?
That might be the case.
but…….
“The absence of knowledge can be quickly filled.”
Zeno’s voice broke my thoughts again.
“Your Majesty was already smart before you received his protection. Your lack of experience is also the same. I think this problem will be quickly solved after you experience it in a few real battles.”
“… … .”
“Of course, it may be dangerous, as you say. You may even risk your life. But that is the position of the head of the Badniker family.”
“… … .”
“Of course, this is my personal opinion. If there is a better idea, I will listen.”
When Zeno finished speaking like that, none of the elders opened their mouths.
The last thing Phyllis saw was Assad.
The man closest to Delak… … .
That man, who was the elder of the family when I was young, later became my teacher, and eventually my close friend… … .
“… … .”
But Assad had a somewhat hardened expression and did not open his mouth until the end.
“I guess there’s no better idea. Good.”
Agenor spoke in a soft voice.
“I will put aside the fact that the Lord has lost his memory and protection, and decide to carry out any requests or missions he previously received.”
“… … .”
“Come on, I’ll explain.”
Phyllis squeezed her eyes shut.
Before Luan met Delak.
This is what happened at the Badniker conference room.
***
A look of embarrassment crossed Delak’s face as he witnessed my sigh.
This is probably not the right expression for this man, and it’s not something I should be saying, but… … .
It was like looking at the youngest who got caught lying.
He just lowered his eyes slightly, but I could tell he was deep in thought, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
I asked questioningly.
“Have you lost all your protection?”
“That’s not true.”
That means there are a few left.
I guess I should count it as a blessing in disguise, but the situation was so chaotic that I couldn’t think positively.
The only thing that keeps coming to mind is that it’s just fucked up… … .
The Iron Blood King brought up something unexpected again.
“…Can you keep this a secret?”
“yes?”
“No one should know that fact.”
What on earth is this guy talking about?
As I glared at him, my bewildered state clearly revealed, Delak continued speaking.
“I told you earlier. This is the most important time for Badnikker… … . I heard that the family’s prestige is incomparable to what I remember. It’s hard to believe that I am the one who achieved this… … .”
“… … .”
“… The strongest head of the Badniker family in history, the charisma of the great family, the sword of the Imperial Household, the Iron Blood Duke. That’s me?”
A somewhat humorous tone.
Delak continued, smiling slightly as he spoke in a voice that was completely different from the Iron Blood I knew.
“I know where I stand now. I have also been informed of the situation on the continent. The rise of the Dark Cult is just beginning, and the chaos in the Empire will only get worse. Whatever it is, it is not the time to rest in bed.”
These words brought a sudden awakening to my mind.
“Are you really going on another mission in that condition?”
“… … .”
The iron-blooded man fell silent again and then answered in a calm voice.
“If that’s the role I’ve been given, then I must do it.”