Chapter 291: Half-baked Revolution (6)
“Where are you going in such a hurry, Your Majesty?”
‘Nice one.’
This was a very fun situation.
Naturally, a pleasant smile had formed on my face.
I wanted to applaud to the Emperor and the nobles.
‘They were running away.’
I thought that I should also give a reward to Jung Hayan, who had caught the Emperor right in the act of doing so. In fact, I did predict this to some extent.
Even historically, in the face of a national crisis, the first ones to run away were always those who possessed vested rights.
There were only a few people who calmly met their end, or stayed with the people.
Of course, there was no way that the nobles holding a deep-rooted evil festival with that stupid Emperor could make such a beautiful choice.
‘It’s not that I don’t understand…’
I could understand that the head of a group should be safe.
However, it was entirely their responsibility to see how people accepted their behavior.
The soldiers’ faces, who now looked at the Emperor with a dejected expression, was now reflected in the Goddess mirror.
‘The timing is not bad, too.’
They dropped the weapons one by one while staring blankly at Dialugia.
In fact, dragons were not invincible.
They fought in an uncomfortable state, but the people who actually gathered at Castle Rock had pressured Dialugia to the point of death.
In a little more detail, they had only accomplished this thanks to the villain who had taken her child as a hostage, but this in itself could already be considered a victory.
Even the hard leather of a dragon would be pierced when it was hit by magic, or a sword containing magic power.
Although their basic resistance was strong, dragons also had a limit of stamina and endurance.
However, her strength was not important. Her value and symbolism were even more important.
Although she did what I told her to do, I heard Dialugia’s voice talking to me as if she still harbored some doubts.
[We’re in the middle of the enemy’s line… are you really okay with this?]
‘Sure. If I wanted to fight properly in the first place, I could just shoot your Breath or shoot from a distance. Why would I come all the way here? Our wizards will protect us against small attacks. You don’t have to step on the humans here and kill them. You just need to shout and to look cool.’
[I don’t feel good about it. I feel like I’ve become an attraction for everyone to see…]
‘You’re mistaken, Dialugia. It would be more appropriate to call it an object of awe, not an attraction. So you just have to put in some magical power and cry once more with a growling sound. If you can do anything like that, then please do.’
[You must keep the promise.]
‘Of course.’
It wasn’t that a transparent dragon would appear somewhere, but Dialugia cried vigorously again anyway.
“Groooooaaaarrr!”
Hearing that sound, some soldiers began to fall into confusion.
The impact was enough to stir the Civil Revolution side, which I had told them in advance, to go crazy.
Of course, it was not only the people and soldiers who were looking this way. The Emperor was also looking at this side with his eyes wide open.
What was fun was that there was a ray of hope on the face of the old man, so it seemed that he had thought of me as his savior.
It was clear that he was hoping for Dialugia and me to resolve this riot. It wasn’t unreasonable for this country to look like this since he still didn’t know that I had backstabbed him.
“Ohhh. Honorary Bishop Lee Kiyoung! You finally came. You finally c-came!”
“… …”
“I knew you would come. I knew you were a loyal one. Right now. Kill all those traitors right now… R-Right now!”
“… …”
“These… foolish traitors. Ho… hoho. It looks like that’s a dragon. You’re indeed reliable, Honorary Bishop. Yes. Very reliable.”
“… …”
It was not just the Emperor. The other nobles had begun to cheer on me as well. Charlia looked as if I was a prince who had come to save her, which was perfectly ridiculous.
“Honorary Bishop! Hahahaha! I knew you would come! Let’s kill those filthy rebels right now!”
“Honorary Bishop! Honorary Bishop! I’ve been waiting!”
“Hurry! Wipe them out! Honorary Bishop! You have to drive those demons out right now!”
In the first place, foreigners had also joined the revolution. I didn’t know why they thought I was on their side.
My voice echoed in the hall, where it went silent for a moment.
“There seems to be some misunderstanding, everyone. I am not your ally. Haha.”
“Huh?”
“I am also a member of the Civil Revolution and one of the imperial people who follow Oscar, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor looked flabbergasted, as if he didn’t want to believe that I had done this.
“You don’t have to joke… Honorary Bishop. Ho… hoho… I think I made Honorary Bishop… disappointed. R-Right! What was the problem? Honorary Bishop. I-I guess you didn’t like the fact that I gave you a manor in the north… okay… I got it wrong. Tell me wherever you want. I-I’ll give you everything I can! Honorary Bishop!”
“Hahaha. That’s not what I want, Your Majesty.”
“T-Then, what do you want? I’ll do anything you want.”
“Even without Your Majesty’s grace, what I want will come true, Your Majesty.”
His face began to distort slowly. It seemed as if he had believed in me more than he was supposed to.
I felt a little sorry for making him feel this betrayal, but ironically, I also felt good.
After a slight exhale, I spoke once more. Jung Hayan’s voice amplification magic came in, and before long, my voice began to resonate loudly in the capital.
The Goddess’s mirror also reflected Dialugia and me, so I was sure my image was being shown within the entire Empire.
“Look at me! Imperial soldiers and knights who follow the Emperor!”
“H-Honorary Bishop…”
“Engrave in your eyes is the image of the Emperor you were asked to protect! That is the reality of the old Empire, the vested rights you were trying to protect, even risking your life. They are the ones who are trying to save their lives by throwing you into the battlefield as their scapegoats and discarded horses! Could that be said to be a leader suitable for an Empire?!”
“What are you… Honorary Bishop?!!”
“What the Empire needs is not a person who exploits the imperial people and takes care of their own comfort, but it’s someone who takes the lead before anyone else and fights for you!!”
At the right timing, the camera turned to Oscar exquisitely.
It seemed as if she had been thrown on the ground as she was covered with dirt, and blood was flowing through the broken armor.
Oscar’s face, with sweat on her head, really fit the figure of the leader I had talked about just now.
As I beckoned again, Jung Hayan’s camera began to show the Emperor.
The Emperor, who was trembling and terrified, was a stark contrast compared to Oscar.
‘This is the object of my loyalty.’
I knew most of the people were now thinking this way.
“Leave your weapons, soldiers of the Empire! Throw away your weapons and fight with us! You, too, are members of the Empire and deserve to be with us. The Goddess’ mirror is shining on us. You have to make your own judgment as to which side you will stand on. Everything is the will of the Goddess Benigore. The Goddess will be with us!! Honorary Bishop Lee Kiyoung will be with you. Along with Cardinal Basel and many priests! The Holy Knights will be with us, too! Would you stand on the side of an ugly vested right? Or will you be embraced by the sacred democracy and join the glorious Goddess’ temple?!”
It was no wonder that I looked at Sun Hee-young quietly.
Divine power was pouring all over the place.
All the priests with this side and the foreigners had begun to spread their divine power together, and it was spectacular.
“The Goddess said that all humans under the Goddess are equal. We have forgotten that word until now. We’re all sinners. But we can be forgiven. It is their fault that we sinned against the Goddess. If we drive away those who have rebelled against the will of Goddess Benigore, we can be forgiven by the Goddess ourselves. It is not too late, even now. Dear imperial people! Join the temple! Don’t go against the Goddess and become her sword!”
The Civil Revolutionary Corps had begun to radiate brilliant light surrounded by divine power. The imperial troops were now trembling in a hurry to hide.
Soldiers abandoned their weapons one by one and began to take off their armor, and the priests who were on the side of the Empire also began to change camps.
“I-I will be with you, too!”
“I will also use the sword for the Goddess.”
Although Chief Baek and some knights were screaming against it, the trend had already declined.
‘It’s a magnificent sight. A magnificent sight, indeed.’
I had seen various posture changes so far, but what I was seeing now was an unprecedented large-scale change of attitude.
99.9% of the imperial people had begun to become believers of the Goddess Benigore.
Mixing religion and ideology really did fit perfectly in situations such as these.
