I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 220

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Episode 220

Made from some kind of coal, a blade of very murky color.

With cracks visible here and there, it looked like it would crumble if swung even slightly wrong.

‘Is it really okay to inject mana and make it explode…?’

Logically, there can’t be anything hidden in this.

‘There’s no way that gentleman Hamus would lie. Maybe someone already used it once.’

Even so, if a Dwarven Master was determined to hide something, this might be possible too.

“This is driving me crazy.”

A situation where I have to take this trash.

After pondering for a moment, I turned my gaze toward Vent.

“Is this also a sword that Hamus used?”

“Ah, yes. That’s right. It’s really strange, isn’t it. It doesn’t even look like a sword. But there’s no record of it being taken out either.”

“I see.”

At the words that there was no record of it being taken out, the corners of my mouth naturally rose.

Since it would be strange to say I’d take this right away, I carefully set it aside and looked at other things too.

‘Most of them are at an unusable level.’

Dulled, broken, worn out.

Just a complete mess.

‘What kind of era was it that they used swords to this extent.’

These days people even pass down swords through generations.

People from that time would probably laugh bitterly if they saw this.

“Um, shouldn’t you be moving on soon?”

When quite some time had passed, Vent spoke to me.

Judging that the timing was right, I picked up that sword of Ruvoe from earlier and showed it.

“I’ll go with this one. No matter how I look at it, I like this one the most.”

“Pardon…?”

Was this a choice he never imagined even in his dreams?

Bewilderment rose on Vent’s face.

“You mean that thing with no value whatsoever…?”

“Why would it have no value? Hamus’s sword with no record of being taken out. That means I’d be the first person to own this sword after Hamus.”

“Well… that’s true, but.”

Vent looked like he had a lot to say.

I could roughly guess.

‘He’s probably thinking there’s no meaning in becoming the first owner of trash like this.’

But who says this is trash?

This is a sword made by none other than a Dwarven Master.

“Please go with this one.”

“Once you choose and take it out, you can’t change it.”

“Of course. I won’t regret it, so don’t worry.”

“Understood.”

Fortunately, he didn’t ask anything more.

The sword was placed in a luxurious case and handed to me.

“I hope we can meet again next time.”

“I’ll try to achieve some merit.”

“Haha, I’ll be waiting. You can put your clothes back on where you changed earlier.”

“Yes.”

This place is thorough too.

To enter the warehouse, you had to wear shabby clothes made of a single layer of cotton with no pockets.

‘I wonder up to what rank people have to wear this.’

The Emperor definitely wouldn’t, of course.

The Crown Prince? Even the Crown Prince would probably be fine.

‘The Princess? From the Princess it seems a bit ambiguous.’

Still, she’s royalty, so would she really wear it?

I think the probability is low.

“Good work.”

After changing back into all my original clothes, I left the Imperial Storehouse building.

‘Looking at it this way, the Imperial Palace really is huge.’

The place where the warehouse is located is a kind of outskirts within the Imperial Palace.

Of course, being the outskirts doesn’t mean the security level is low.

Masters who are clearly experts are guarding it in two or three layers.

‘But really, I don’t like it here.’

Every time I come to the Imperial Palace, I feel it, but every time I breathe, how should I put it.

My strength drains away.

‘Maybe the location is bad in terms of feng shui.’

Or it could just be because there are royal bastards with strong auras here.

“Ugh, let’s go quickly.”

Since I might collapse on the street if I stay longer, I picked up the pace.

“Lieutenant Colonel Paran.”

“Ah.”

Were my steps too slow?

Was my resolve lacking?

Most sadly, someone called me from behind.

Just hearing the voice made my face scrunch up.

Because it belonged to none other than royalty.

“Phew.”

Taking a very small deep breath while straightening my expression, I turned around.

“I greet Her Highness the Princess.”

The Empire’s Princess, who once again displays an absurd level of beauty today.

She approached me, leaving behind slightly over ten guards and servants.

“Are you on your way back from the warehouse?”

“Yes, I just used the reward His Majesty granted me last time and came out.”

“The warehouse, so it’s about the factory incident.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Why does she know about it?

This is truly unsettling.

“That time was really impressive. No one else could easily follow the Lieutenant Colonel’s firm resolve.”

“Pardon? Ah, yes. Thank you for viewing it favorably. But anyone who thought of a method would have put it into action.”

This is something I already received a reward for.

There’s no need to oversell it.

Especially not to the Princess.

‘Who knows where she might go with it.’

Do you remember the banquet last time?

I still don’t understand why that situation unfolded.

“Not at all. That’s not something just anyone can do.”

As the Princess spoke, suddenly the expressions of the maids behind her looked a bit strange.

‘Why are those people acting like that again.’

Ah, I just don’t know.

“I will continue to work hard.”

“Yes. But may I ask what item you brought out?”

A sweet question asking for permission, uncharacteristic of royalty.

‘When I see him at times like this, he seems like a decent person after all.’

It wasn’t a difficult request, and refusing would look strange, so I set the box down on the ground.

“It’s not exactly pleasant to look at, but I brought something meaningful to me.”

Click

The moment I unlocked and opened the box.

“What is this.”

The Princess’s expression, as well as the Imperial Guards behind her, all contorted.

“This is the sword Lord Hamus used. I noticed that everything in Level 2 was used by the Imperial Knights, but this was the only one without a withdrawal record. So I brought it out.”

“Uh…”

The Princess seemed somewhat dazed.

She must be dizzy.

This looked like metal trash that anyone would want to throw away immediately.

“Maybe it wasn’t that there was no withdrawal record, but that it was lost?”

“Haha, then that would be unfortunate, wouldn’t it? But there are even records of the 12th Imperial Knight Commander using it, so surely nothing could be lost.”

Ultra-positive mindset.

The Princess seemed to have a lot to say, but I could see her holding back.

“What are you planning to do with this?”

“Hmm, I’m considering having it reborn as a sword for my own use.”

“This thing?”

“Yes, or I think it has sufficient value as a collector’s item. Isn’t it truly a magnificent sword when you look at it again?”

At my words, the Princess turned to look at the Imperial Knights.

They all shook their heads.

‘Come on, you guys. Don’t you recognize this value?’

What a shame. Such a shame.

Do they know who made this sword?

“Is that so? Honestly, it doesn’t look magnificent to me.”

“Haha, the appearance isn’t very impressive, I admit.”

“If the Colonel likes it, then that’s what matters. You can get good weapons through blacksmiths even if not from the warehouse. You can close it now.”

“Yes.”

Since someone else might steal and run off with it, I quickly closed the box and hugged it tightly with my arms.

“And you gave a truly magnificent speech to the cadets.”

“Pardon…?”

A magnificent speech to the cadets.

This must be referring to my recent speech.

Why is this suddenly coming from the Princess’s mouth?

“Where did you learn such speaking skills?”

“Ha…haha, I’m embarrassed.”

I scratched the back of my head while hiding my flustered emotions as much as possible.

‘How does she even know about that? This is draining.’

I desperately wanted to escape, and fortunately heaven answered my prayers.

“Your Highness the Princess, the time…”

A maid approached and spoke quietly.

The Princess nodded as if regretful.

“Let’s make time to talk longer next time.”

“Yes, it would be an honor if you would just call for me.”

Of course, would she actually call for me separately?

It was just pleasantries, and the Princess along with a dozen or so people passed by me.

“Phew.”

After confirming the Princess had disappeared from view, I exhaled deeply and straightened my back.

‘I feel like I aged a year.’

As expected, royalty doesn’t suit me.

Meeting the Princess meant there was a possibility of encountering the Crown Prince too, so I quickly got in the carriage and escaped the Imperial Palace.

And what was waiting for me when I arrived at the manor was.

“Young Master! Look at this! It’s chaos right now.”

Aurora came running out breathlessly and handed me a newspaper.

From her excited voice, I thought maybe a peace treaty had been signed.

But the content in the newspaper was nothing like that.

【Brave soldiers of the Empire do not fear the front lines.】

Recently, cadets at the Adelphe Military Training Camp have been spending hectic days preparing for deployment to the Western Front.

The number of Western Front volunteers currently confirmed by the training camp is 840, a number far exceeding half.

A dangerous position where lives must be risked. Why do they want to go to the Western Front?

We asked the cadets directly for their reasons.

‘What nonsense is this? Why would they want to go to the Western Front?’

Unless their heads were completely scrambled, this was impossible.

However, there were interview contents below, and as soon as I read that part, I had to grab my forehead.

Franco Galt: When I first entered the training camp, I had no intention of going to the Western Front. However, after recently hearing Colonel Paran Oclo’s speech, I felt ashamed and applied for the Western Front.

Reporter: What kind of speech was it?

Franco Galt: The content was long so I can’t tell you everything, but what impressed me was the question of whether I had ever done anything properly in my life. When I thought about it, I was truly pathetic…

An interview with Franco Galt or whatever his name was.

It contained words I had said in my speech.

And the problem was… there wasn’t just one interview subject.

Obel: It was about life. How will you be remembered? Colonel Paran Oclo said that if you die fighting in war, the Lycans’ flag…

“Ah.”

The stories from my speech were fragmented and included in the interviews.

If you put them together, you could reconstruct it like watching a video replay.

‘Really… this is really screwed up.’

Since when did they start listening to others’ words so attentively that they suddenly applied for the Western Front?

And why are they telling my speech content in interviews?

There was a reason the Princess knew about my speech earlier.

“Right now there’s chaos in front of the store, so the master urgently went out.”

“Don’t tell me they want to buy clothes?”

“Yes.”

It should be good news, but I couldn’t quite laugh.

“That’s… that’s good. Yeah.”

I answered while trying to act fine and continued reading the article.

Cadets volunteering to go to the Western Front versus academy students refusing enlistment and holding protests. Isn’t it time to think about what is right?

An article that ended by dissing the academy.

How could they write only things the Emperor would love?

And cadet interviews? Could ordinary reporters enter and interview kids locked up in the training camp?

‘This is the Emperor’s work.’

Unintentionally, I had set up the board.

And the Emperor had found it like a ghost and picked it up with a fork to eat.

So what action should I take from here?

“Hmm, these are my words, but they’re not bad. Should I make them into keychains or something to sell?”

You know, like those people who write famous quotes somewhere to treasure them.

There might be decent demand, but thinking about it again, the profitability seemed disappointing compared to my embarrassment.

“This won’t work. More importantly, Father went to the store?”

“Yes, are you going too, Young Master?”

“If Father went, that’s enough. I’ll go upstairs and rest.”

You might think I’m an unfilial son.

I brought the customers, so do I have to handle the sales too?

Everyone has their own role to play.

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