BXBX NOVEL Chapter 26.2
…How was her name Marmar Marnoi?
How many Mar(s) were there?
Anyway.
Let’s drop that thought.
I looked closely at Marmar’s stats. At that moment, Marmar began to tremble and frown.
“Your gaze felt so piercing! Why are you looking at me like that?”
She didn’t seem to think I was reading her information. Wasn’t it a very common skill to read other people’s System?
It appeared that my talent《Farsight》allowed me to read other people’s Status Window.
Of course, some information was hidden with the word [Locked].
However, being “locked” meant that it could be unlocked with something. I would have to figure this out later.
“Eum.”
I deactivated my talent and rubbed my eyes.
Both of them were stiff, as if they were fitted with the wrong lenses.
This talent brought more strains to the eyes than I thought. However, it could still be used without much problem.
I asked Marmar, while recalling the information I had just read.
“What is the ‘level’ next to the name of a job?”
“It literally shows your job level! Level 10 is the limit. But, if certain conditions are met, the limit can be raised even further.”
“And the overall level is the sum of all job levels?”
“Yes! As expected of a comrade who’s involved with Imp activities, you understand quickly! If you understand quickly, you can save time. If you save time, you can do more work!”
Having played a lot of games also helped. Anyway, since I had a total of five jobs, could I raise my level to 50?
“Can’t you change your job?”
“You can’t change it! However, if the specific conditions I mentioned earlier are met, you can undergo a promotion. In fact, I’m aiming for that too.”
Hehehe, Marmar smiled insidiously.
“Undergo a promotion?”
“In other words, it’s like a rank-up. Like a worker climbing up the ladder. I am a Minor Demon now, but one day I will definitely be promoted to a Great Demon!”
“You can do that? You can turn into a Great Demon?”
Looking at her thin, slender figure, I couldn’t believe that someone like this could become a Great Demon. Yet, Marmar was full of confidence.
“Yes! You can do it if you work hard! An equal society where everyone gets results based on how much effort they put in! That is the society Angmar-nim dreamed of. What do you think? Isn’t that cool?”
“Yeah, sure. But could you please refrain from mentioning the name Angmar here?”
“Ah- Yes, this is Queen Tarantera’s palace. The den of our enemy…”
Marmar brought her index finger to her lips.
“Be careful”, I cautioned, but her words were helpful in their own way.
Thanks to them, I was enlightened with the meaning and essence of this Status Window’s existence.
The more you worked, the more experience you got.
As one gained experience, they would grow into something better.
If such a convenient thing suddenly appeared in the world, it would be natural for chaos to occur. Even more so if it was possessed by monsters who were considered inferior.
What if slaves had it?
What if commoners, mud-crawlers and thugs had it?
It was understandable, at least to some extent, why Demon King Angmar was killed.
After all, what followed after change would be a fierce battle with the existing forces that opposed it. I knew this full well since such a thing had happened when I put forth new laws and bills.
Most of the people who denounced me as a Demon Monk or a traitor were those who refused to change.
Diring-
「You have calmly judged the situation!
You have gained experience points through the talent 《Calm Thinking》.
All job experience +5」
I dismissed the Status Window with a wave.
Enough thinking, it was time for me to move! To be honest, I spent too much time here.
Even Aira and Elga were starting to find it strange that I was locked up in the office.
* * *
“Alright, let’s wrap up the court affairs today. Only the watchers have to remain, everyone else is free to leave.”
“Lord Reinhardt, Lord Belmott will be hosting dinner, how about going together?”
“I’m sorry, but I have a prior arrangement. Well, let us disperse.”
Ureureureu-
I could see the Ministers who had gathered at the court leaving the building.
Until a week ago, their faces looked as dull as dark clouds. But now, they were bright like spring and full of satisfaction.
With my sensitive Half-Nymph ears, I began to listen in on their chatter.
“Not seeing Queen Aira and Theo feels so comfortable.”
“Yeah, my stomach would hurt so much that I didn’t know if I was going to die.”
“Although Lord Reinhardt is scary, those two are just, uooo-. Anyway, you say that they’re going to the Academy soon?”
“It’s probably because of the succession issue. Because the Church does not recognize the Tarantera Family. Going to the Academy might earn us some points.”
“Honestly, that’s a good idea. If they get the Church’s favor, the church will send more warriors to our Kingdom. The security will become much more stable.”
“Right, and the Draco Family might even reconcile with the Queen. They’ve been eyeing the court for years now…”
Sukttok, sukttok.
They were talking about Aira going to the Academy.
Everyone seemed to be delighted that the tyrant, who reigned with terror and oppression, would leave the country.
‘How could the Queen go to a foreign school?’
‘The head of state should not be absent for a long time.’
It wouldn’t be strange if one or two stories like those above started to spread. And yet, the hawks and doves were uniting to encourage the Queen going to the Academy.
Of course, nothing would happen even if they started opposing it now. After all, the Queen’s opinion, which had already been decided, could not be overturned.
Seueuk.
I looked at the servants and workers who were piling up and carrying things in the court.
Tomorrow, those items would head to Ark, the territory of the Holy Kingdom.
━I never thought that Queen Aira would leave the palace to study abroad.
━I know, right? That Theo, what the hell is he up to?
━If possible, let’s pack a lot of stuff so that they’ll stay there for a long time!
This didn’t mean we would be gone forever.
Anyway.
Was this the school opening season when everything felt exciting?
I never thought I’d feel this way again…
- Edited by: faker