I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 165

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By the time Ron and Arun finished their sparring match, Robena summoned him.
Arun wiped the sweat from his body with a towel as he entered Robena’s chamber.
“You called for me, Mother?”
“Where’s your shirt?”
“It was torn to shreds, so I discarded it. Since you summoned me urgently, I came right away.”
Seven years had already passed since Isabel fell into her slumber.
Arun, who had been twelve years old then, was now a full-fledged adult.
“Wear your clothes when you go about. There are many afflicted with lovesickness even here in the Sky Island.”
“I’ll be mindful of it.”
It wasn’t merely a jest—Robena was genuinely concerned.
It would be no exaggeration to say that most of the servants in the Duke’s residence harbored unrequited feelings for Arun.
Whenever three people gathered, they found themselves discussing him.
The prevailing topic was that his appearance transcended mere beauty into something transcendent, with whispers suggesting he might be an angel descended from the heavens.
“An artificial creation meticulously carved by a master sculptor who had reached the pinnacle of his craft. Or perhaps an incarnation of the goddess of beauty manifested in human form.”
“Pardon?”
“…That’s what many people go around saying.”
Arun let out a soft chuckle.
“Don’t people naturally enjoy sharing such idle gossip? I was taught that chattering is an extremely healthy pastime.”
“It’s not quite at that level, though.”
Robena released a quiet sigh before broaching the main subject.
“How much longer will you hide it from me?”
“Hide what, exactly?”
“Kim Beolggwol.”
“…I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
Robena exhaled another sigh.
Robena set aside all the dignity befitting a Duke and began speaking more casually.
“You’re quite ruthless.”
“Pardon?”
“Your real mother has been asleep for five hundred years, and you haven’t even tried to find her once?”
“…”
“Dragons instinctively seek out their mother’s lair from time to time. You did it even when you were Kim Beolggwol.”
“Isn’t Mother my real mother? Why would you say such a thing…?”
“Why won’t you search for your real mother? It’s instinct.”
“Because my real mother is right in front of me. What exactly are you trying to say, Mother?”
“You’re overdoing it.”
“…”
“Your determination not to be discovered is so strong that you’re overdoing it. That’s what’s suspicious.”
“…”
For the first time in a long while, Arun felt his mind go completely blank.
It seemed as though Ravina, the Dragon of Wisdom, saw right through him entirely.
Further lies were meaningless.
“How long have you known?”
“From the beginning.”
….
“Arun.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Since things have come to this, just call me aunt, as humans would say.”
….
“Do you think Kadelina didn’t know?”
Arun’s eyes widened.
“Mother, you….”
“I knew. From beginning to end. I noticed even before you did. Ever since you were Kim Beolggol.”
Arun was left speechless.
The occasional gaps Kadelina had shown were not traps.
She had spoken freely because she acknowledged Kim Beolggol’s memories.
“But why are you telling me this now?”
“Because you’ve become absurdly strong.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s now impossible to erase all your memories and raise you like a normal dragon. I’ve concluded it’s better to open everything up and nurture you while accepting you as you are.”
….
“Living while hiding too much causes internal ailments. If a young being as powerful as you develops such ailments, it becomes a serious problem. We nearly faced destruction in the past because of it.”
“In the past as well?”
“Yes, there was some fool who fell in love with a human, saying cuteness was the best. Anyway, the ancient dragons tried to forcibly erase that one’s memories, and a massive war broke out—we nearly destroyed the entire continent.”
…So such a thing happened.
“Well, that’s ancient history, so let’s move past it.”
Robena opened up about what she had learned while observing Arun all this time.
“You and Ron have become excessively strong. You’ve far transcended human standards and begun to encroach upon the realm of dragons. No, you’re stronger than most dragons. I’ve long known that humans possess remarkable potential, but this is the first time I’ve seen such a case.”
….
“So I’ve reached a conclusion. This too is one of the many miracles Isabel has wrought.”
* * *
Seven years have passed since Isabel fell into slumber.
During those seven years, humanity experienced a technological revolution unlike anything it had known before.
It began with the “Isabel Potion,” named after Isabel herself.
“You know about the Isabel Potion?”
“Is there anyone stupid enough not to know about it?”
Countless people who couldn’t afford treatment gained new life through the Isabel Potion.
It brought hope to many across the continent and led to unwavering support and trust in the Bilotian Imperial Family.
“They say there’s no corner of the continent where Princess Isabel’s sunlight doesn’t reach.”
“Isn’t that all thanks to the Tesleron teleportation gates established throughout the continent?”
“My mother used to have to walk for six hours just to go shopping, but now it takes only ten minutes? I never imagined technology could advance so brilliantly.”
Isabel’s potion was distributed across the entire continent through the Tesleron transfer gates.
It went far beyond simply treating the sick.
“Have you seen the news? They say they’ve reclaimed the Girmel Plains, which was once an impenetrable unexplored frontier?”
“Is that really true?”
Now it was abandoned land overrun by monsters.
According to records, it had once been the continent’s greatest granary.
Isabel’s potion maximized the Imperial family’s military power.
Individual soldiers were also supplied with the potion, which dramatically enhanced their combat effectiveness.
They were reclaiming numerous territories that had been lost to monsters, including the Girmel Plains.
“Is it just the Girmel Plains? You know the Namon Plains they acquired a year ago, right?”
“Yeah, my friend moved there.”
“I heard it had an incredibly abundant harvest. Isabel’s potion seems to have tremendous effects on plants too.”
The Namon Plains was an agricultural district specially managed by the Imperial Palace.
New farming techniques utilizing Isabel’s potion were introduced, and the region achieved a bumper crop.
It was proven in the Namon Plains, and farming methods utilizing Isabel’s potion began spreading throughout the world.
“At this rate, at least people won’t starve to death anymore, they say. Could anyone have dreamed of such a thing just seven years ago?”
With abundant food supplies, the problem of survival was being resolved.
That meant humanity was gaining leisure time.
Already, through the Tesleron transfer gates, humanity could travel, and countless people experienced new cultures and worlds, broadening their knowledge and perspectives.
Not only humanities but also art and philosophy began developing at a rapid pace.
Voices praising Isabel resounded throughout the entire continent.
“Will I be able to meet Princess Isabel even once in my lifetime?”
“She doesn’t waste a single second for the peace and stability of the continent.”
“So?”
“If she wasted even one second meeting a guy like you, how much of a loss would that be?”
He readily agreed.
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“No wonder she hasn’t even appeared in high society. She must be devoted to research for the Imperial people.”
And Isabel was the representative of Narmore Corporation.
Trust in the Imperial family and Isabel was nearly infinite.
Currency was trust itself, and accordingly, Isabel Coin began serving as the reserve currency.
Duke Rosilde’s family, once the leading financial power, had completely lost their former status.
“But doesn’t this mean both of the Empire’s two major ducal families are completely ruined?”
“Not at all. Don’t you even read the news?”
The role that Duke Rosilde’s family had played was now being replaced by Narmore Corporation.
And the role that Duke Bladog’s family had played was now being taken over by Prince Sermon.
“Don’t you know the name of the special forces unit led by Prince Sermon?”
“Special forces unit?”
Sermon, known as history’s strongest shadow, who surpassed the martial prowess of all previous Dukes Bladog, now operated in the light rather than the darkness.
“You don’t know FMS?”
“FMS?”
“For My Sister, or so I’ve heard. The most powerful shadow unit in imperial history.”
The Bilotian Empire had grown stronger than any point in recorded history.
“But… wouldn’t the Magic Federation just sit idle?”
“And what if they don’t?”
Culture, economy, art—
Brilliant progress across all fronts meant nothing without the strength to protect it.
Pride bloomed in the eyes of the man speaking.
“We have His Majesty the Emperor, the strongest ruler of any age, and the most powerful shadow unit. We’ve secured the greatest wealth in history. The mightiest Sword Mage serves as Chief Advisor, and Viscount Arun, the youngest vice-captain of the Black Whale, has already reached a level rivaling His Majesty himself. Every prince is hailed as the strongest of their generation. Layer upon layer of ‘strongest in history’—what is there to worry about?”
Each one, had they been born in a different era, possessed the strength to become Emperor.
Ron, Biatone, and Arun.
All three were worthy of being called absolute rulers of their age.
Even excluding the First Prince, who had no public activities yet was known to be flawless, the remaining three more than sufficed to claim the “greatest of all time” title.
Normally, this would spark fraternal conflict, but this time was different.
“I hear the brothers have an unusually strong bond.”
“Is that even possible?”
“How would I know?”
Much of it was thanks to their younger sister, Isabel.
Where Isabel was concerned, the princes thought: “She wouldn’t want us to fight.”
If they fought, Isabel would open her eyes late.
So instead of war, they chose coexistence in their respective domains.
“Besides, that famous Black Whale knight commander has fully recovered his strength. His name was… Viscount Dailsa, wasn’t it? I hear his skills are no match for Viscount Biatone.”
Four absolute rulers capable of defining an era had gathered in a single generation, united in purpose.
Duke Robena also maintained a steadfast alliance with the imperial family.
Tesleron and Karin, along with Biatone, spearheaded magical research that advanced at breakneck speed. (This brilliant progress was aided by the legacy left behind by Biatone’s mother, Beksah.)
All these elements converged, and Bilotia entered an unprecedented golden age.
All accomplished in merely seven years.
And it was all called the “Isabel Syndrome.”
Narmore, the representative of Narmore Corporation and one of the key figures of the Isabel Syndrome, sought out Emperor Ron.
“Your Majesty. I have an urgent matter to discuss.”
“I’m busy.”
“It’s something the Princess would be delighted to hear.”
“How intriguing.”
Narmore Corporation was about to spark yet another revolution.
“I come to explain what we’ve tentatively named Isabellic.”
It was something that hadn’t even appeared until the ending of the original novel, 【The Villainess Dies Within the Time Limit】.

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