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65 – Sharen’s Time (1)

65 – Sharen’s Time (1)

News of Calix’s dungeon raid spread quickly throughout the Empire.

There were several reasons for the rapid dissemination of the news.

The first was Calix’s heroic actions.

Despite not receiving reinforcements from all the territories, Calix took the initiative to recruit a thousand soldiers to manage the dungeon and protect the people from monsters. His actions were commendable from a moral standpoint.

Under pressure from the Magic Tower Lord and the princess, the Platinum Council praised Calix’s actions and sent a warning to other lords by granting him tax exemptions.

The second reason was the crystal orb.

Ham recorded the crystal orb to use as material for the dungeon raid, creating numerous copies.

Although the quality was poor, the orb vividly conveyed Calix’s dynamic raid on Sharen’s dungeon.

“Did you see Lord Calix’s dungeon raid?”

“Of course! He really is Lord Calix!”

The recorded video of the dungeon raid became a source of entertainment for many.

With the protagonist being the talk of the town, Calix Crone, it was bound to be even more popular.

Moreover, the footage captured in the orb was no joke.

Calix stormed through the dungeon, unfazed by the unexpected battle with the ice dragon, obtained a legendary weapon, and then obliterated the dragon’s heart in one shot. He truly resembled a hero from a legend.

While the part where he shot the bow was faintly visible, suggesting someone had tampered with it, it was clear that the weapon was powerful enough to slay a dragon, and what mattered to the people was not what kind of weapon it was.

It was that our lord was strong enough to kill a dragon.

For Calix’s fans scattered throughout the Empire, the footage of him slaying a dragon was like an ultra-rare collectible item.

They sought out the orb by any means necessary, sharing and watching it together to appreciate Calix Crone’s dungeon raid.

Until now, many had thought the stories about Calix were extravagant and exaggerated.

There were exaggerated rumors, such as him capturing an assassin with a dagger or purifying a necromancer, and many believed the bards had embellished the tales.

However, those rumors gained life upon encountering the crystal orb.

If someone could raid a dungeon and even capture a dragon, it seemed entirely plausible that he could accomplish such feats.

The accumulated achievements and rumors, combined with the dungeon raid footage, brought Calix’s reputation to its peak.

“I want to serve someone like Lord Calix.”

“I wouldn’t mind going to the Crones Family.”

It had become a daily occurrence for free citizens to return to Cron.

Rumors of a paradise in the south had spread even to the north, and countless free citizens were escaping to Cron.

Until now, the targets of this migration had often been the lower class among the struggling free citizens.

Those who were still able to make a living, such as knights and magicians, tended to prefer staying in their own territories.

However, seeing the power of Calix’s crystal orb and the reserve system in the Cron territory, some began to entertain different thoughts.

If Lord Calix is taking such initiative, what is our lord doing?

While the Crones Family is preparing for the Game of Thrones, can I just sit here?

When the Game of Thrones begins, there will be numerous battles, and if one missteps, there may be no tomorrow for them.

If that is the case, now, before the game starts, might be the last opportunity.

Thus, the Crones Family began to secretly receive inquiries about the migration of many high-ranking personnel, such as knights and magicians.

While Calix, who had stirred up the Empire, was doing something…

“Hmm… what should I do?”

He was contemplating the egg of the ice dragon, Lucila.

When the ice dragon dies, it transforms its soul into an egg and is reborn from there.

The newly born ice dragon considers the first person it sees as its master, and with proper training, it can be effectively utilized as a summoned creature.

This was the information I had seen in the setting book about ice dragons.

Recalling that setting, I brought out the ice dragon’s egg, thinking it was a dungeon reward.

However, there was a problem.

While I knew about the ice dragon’s egg, I had no idea how to manage it to ensure it would hatch and grow into a summoned creature.

I expected Sharen would know, but when I asked her, she replied:

“You can raise an ice dragon as a summoned creature?”

It seemed that raising an ice dragon as a summoned creature was either impossible or a game mechanic.

In the end, I needed a way to handle the ice dragon’s egg and informed everyone that I had brought it.

As I looked at the jewel-like ice dragon’s egg in the center of the office, Lana said:

“How fascinating. This little thing holds a sleeping ice dragon.”

Lana gazed at the ice dragon’s egg with wonder.

Then she gently touched it.

“Lana! That’s dangerous.”

“It’s fine. Noah, it’s actually warm.”

“Really? Oh, it is warm.”

Contrary to its icy appearance, the ice dragon’s egg radiated a surprisingly warm energy.

I was also surprised when I touched it for the first time.

The warmth spread like a small heater, reminiscent of using a low-frequency medical device I had experienced in my past life.

As everyone touched the ice dragon’s egg in amazement, Sharen said:

“I’ve heard that the ice dragon’s egg stabilizes the surrounding magical power. I think it would be good to keep it in the lord’s bedroom.”

“In my bedroom?”

According to Sharen’s explanation, the ice dragon’s egg had the power to stabilize the surrounding magical power.

But why suggest keeping it in my bedroom?

“Yes, right now, my lord, your magical power has become very unstable since obtaining the Mystic Palace. Having the ice dragon’s egg nearby would help a lot.”

“What are you talking about? I’m fine—”

Buuuuuuum—

At that moment, the Mystic Bow was summoned from my hand.

Failing to catch the suddenly summoned bow, I let it fall to the ground.

Thud—!

Crack—!

The bow of Ideya became bound to me, allowing me to summon it whenever I wanted.

While it was nice to have an ability akin to an equipment-type Blessing, the problem was that it was too sensitive, sometimes popping out unexpectedly.

Looking at the bow that had fallen to the ground, I said:

“Let’s keep it in my room.”

“Yes, understood. I will place it in the lord’s room.”

Thus, the management method for the ice dragon’s egg was decided, and I reached out for the Mystic Bow.

Thinking for it to return, the bow transformed into a white light and returned to the tattoo of a bow on my hand.

Being able to summon and retrieve a fantasy weapon was great, but the peculiar itchiness in my hand every time I retrieved it was a downside.

“You said it was the bow of Ideya, right?”

“Yes, they say it’s the bow of His Majesty Emperor Lukael.”

Noah looked at my hand with curiosity and said.

Only the vassals present knew that I possessed the bow of Ideya, which was classified information.

Others merely knew that I had obtained a ridiculously powerful weapon.

The reason it was confidential was that it belonged to the former emperor.

What would happen if people found out I had the emperor’s bow just as the Game of Thrones was approaching?

Especially a relic from an emperor comparable to King Sejong in my past life.

It would put me in a position ripe for malicious slander.

For someone like me, who aimed to be friendly with everyone and ultimately survive, this bow was truly a last resort.

Like a fragile weapon in a manga, it was something I should only use when I felt I might die in a situation with no witnesses around; otherwise, it was a secret weapon I should never use.

But now, there was a problem.

Due to my unstable magical power, this bow would pop out at the most inopportune times.

As I pondered what to do about it, Sharen said:

“It’s because of the Mystic Bow, but my lord…”

Sharen looked at me very seriously.

What was she trying to say?

“My lord, if it’s alright with you, could you spend a night at my house?”

“…What?”

At that moment, the office froze.

Sharen seemed to realize the implications of what she had just said.

Her face turned red as she hurriedly waved her hands and shouted.

“Oh! Please don’t misunderstand!! I just thought it would be better to conduct the ritual in the magic circle I made in my workshop to stabilize your Blessing!!! I absolutely did not mean it in any strange way!!”

So that was what she meant, I thought.

Just then, Lana approached Sharen, gently took her hand, and said:

“It’s alright. Sharen, I support you, no matter what your intentions are.”

“What do you mean you support me!?”

Indeed, what did she mean by that?

Noah, too, had somehow taken Sharen’s hand and said:

“That’s right. Sharen, you’ve done a lot this time. We all understand if you want to monopolize the lord for a day.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

While watching the two, Azel continued to touch the ice dragon’s egg.

Perhaps he liked the feeling of the egg, reminiscent of a low-frequency healing device.

It was just another day in the office.

Author’s Note:

The weather is getting warmer.

I want to keep something like the ice dragon’s egg in my room.

Thank you for reading today!