Etranger

Clap-Clap-Clap-

Short applause rang out. The music stopped. People stopped talking and looked towards the source of the sound.

As the inner veil was lifted, San and Biyeon walked in with bright faces. The cheerful voice of the MC, master of ceremonies, spread widely throughout the space.

The MC was Cecil, who possessed the reputation as one of the empire’s finest minstrels and performers.

“We will now start the event!”

People look at him with interested expressions. A young nobleman, unable to contain his curiosity, raised his hand.

“By the way, what event is this?” 

“This is an investment briefing session,” Cecil answered briefly.

“Investment briefing? What?”

The gathered people tilted their heads and waited for the following words of explanation.

“Perhaps it will be of interest to all of you who have come. Everyone, please sit comfortably.”

People stopped murmuring and quickly took their seats.

Suddenly, a map of the Gijan region unfurled at the front of the room. The gathered people’s eyes shifted to the map. Biyeon elegantly stepped to the front of the room.

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“Thank you for accepting our invitation.”

Biyeon’s presentation soon followed. The presentation was conducted in a direct tone without any prior background explanation. A general overview of the region, migration policy, tax policy, and long-term urban planning schedules were presented.

The briefing presentation session was short and simple. All the people stared blankly forward without understanding what was going on. The audience was never given an opportunity to ask questions.

While people were catching their breath and trying to make sense of what they just heard and saw, Biyeon returned to her seat after saying her closing remarks.

However, over time, the people’s eyes gradually calmed, and the sound of their heavy breathing gradually diminished. The reason was different for each person. Warriors, merchants, workshop operators…

The Essen crew members looked at the gathered crowd and smiled. This was a very familiar event in the Essen estate.

“I think the captains are trying to make a big deal this time,” Raron commented while cracking his fingers.

“If you add up the surrounding desert and jungle area, the size of the province is five times larger than the Essen estate. They want to ensure that they have ample resources. My heart is pounding like crazy.”

The next presentation soon followed. A banner was raised with lights illuminating the banner on both sides. The banner was spread out in front of the Gijan map. 

The banner read: “Ceremony celebrating the Undefeated Warriors”

The Essen crew members lined up. San and Biyeon officially announced the establishment of a new warrior division. Each Essen crew member was given a specially prepared Warrior badge.

To people, it looked like a ceremony in which a prince was ordaining a vassal knight. Everyone gathered was presumably acting as a notary for the event.

Finally…

The image of the strange invitation was dancing in the minds of many people.

‘Wait, why are we here?’

‘It really was just a courtesy invitation!’

Although the gathered crowd was growing restless, the Essen crew members were holding back their tears. They worked as special agents who dealt with the imperial court’s most secretive information. The Essen crew members all understood the true purpose of why their captains organized this event.

‘They’re planning to make us real nobles. The captains…’

In the case of those conferred with the title of Grand Duke, all of one’s vassals could officially become nobles, as ordained by the emperor.

It was a privilege of the Grand Duke title. In addition, these people were clearly made into official subjects of the emperor. Their hidden role was to check and balance the Grand Dukes in lieu of the emperor. Therefore, it was common for Grand Dukes and Princes to recommend one or two people they fully trusted when conferring titles of nobility.

The nobility of the Empire and the nobility of the various principalities were completely different in status, even if the titles were the same. Nobles directly ordained by the emperor were protected throughout the empire. Thus, a Grand Duke’s conferment of nobility meant that those chosen as nobles would be recognized as being ordained directly by the emperor.

Furthermore, it was known that the emperor would take care of the noble as his trusted subjects. However, the fate of the nobles appointed by the Grand Duke and Prince was slightly different. Once a Grand Duke or Prince’s nation-state was established, the emperor could no longer interfere with the Grand Duke or Prince’s affairs within the nation-state.

So, when the Grand Duke or Prince appoints a noble, the noble shares his or her fate with the Grand Duke and Prince. If a noble decides to leave the Grand Duke’s territory, he or she is no longer protected as a noble and loses the title.

The officially appointed Essen warriors became the first nobility of the new nation-state. Although not yet officially awarded the title of Grand Duke, San and Biyeon were seen as the new, budding nation-states royal family.

The gathered people were watching this conferment of titles unfold. The appearance of the event was extremely serious, but people couldn’t tell if this was a performance or a real ceremony.

It could be seen as a ludicrous prank to confer titles by persons without titles.

However, even in the heart of this empire, there was no one who would dare ignore the Essen warriors. They now exude a dignified appearance as complete and accomplished warriors.

All of the warriors had reached the highest level before Awakening, as they had all reached the Dark Warrior level. With wisdom and conviction, they had learned the skills and experiences necessary to become effective nobles.

In the past two years, no one in the imperial secretary office had done as well as the people of Essen.

With a firm underlying logic base and a flexible way of thinking, they had already gained the status of top problem solvers who mainly tackled the most difficult tasks of the empire.

The banquet continued. The unripe buzzwords Biyeon threw to these people would ripen and bloom in the future.

Perhaps tomorrow, many anxious people would approach these new nobles to curry favor.

“Is this another adventure?” Cecil asked.

“Life is an adventure,” Yeria answered brightly.

***

“There are ten days left. I wonder who they’re going to send?”

San playfully curled up Biyeon’s long hair. Her hair unraveled between his fingers and gently cascaded down. Biyeon opened her eyes.

Using San’s lap as her pillow, Biyeon nervously smiled.

“Is our vacation over?”

“Yeah, but I feel a little different from the other times. Is it because this is our last vacation?”

“It’s like we’ve reached the dead-end of an alleyway.”

Biyeon laughed. Her slightly exposed white teeth looked neat and refined.

“There was always no way out.” 

“It’s all an adventure.”

“Anyway, let’s go. We need to be well prepared to receive our guests.”

“I guess they’ll want some answers?”

“Well… let’s just think of it as a light exercise…”

San lowered his head and gently kissed Biyeon’s lips before getting up. Biyeon felt that his lips tasted sweet.

“Equipment?” 

“Good.”

“The Outsiders?”

“They said to come by tomorrow.”

“What about Rain?”

“As the emperor promised, Gayu will be overthrown, and Rain will become the first-seat secretary.”

“What about Gayu?”

“She’ll be quarantined. All the chief of staff secretaries except for the fifth-seat will be replaced.”

“Fifth-seat? A young princess, right?”

“She’s mainly responsible for the health of the imperial family. She seems to have maintained a friendly relationship with Rain. I think there were quite a few personal exchanges between them.”

“She was a very strange woman.” 

“She had little presence.”

A moment of silence passed.

“Good…” 

“Yes, all good.”

“Now, all of the contractual obligations with Rain have been fulfilled.”

“The project is over.”

“How’s your body?”

“There are no signs of anything happening yet. The medicine Senun gave me seems to be working.”

“Six months was it…? No, only five months left. Considering the possibility of failure, we may not even have a chance to come up with a countermeasure. We need to pull our plans forward.”

“If I fail… are you really going to take action?”

“It’s better than being fooled and counterattacked. It’s an unavoidable fight anyway. If one wants true liberation in this world…”

“…”

“Okay. If there’s even a 0.1% chance of success, I’ll do it. So, I warn you, don’t think of stopping me or doing anything foolish.”

“…”

“This time around, please follow my opinion. I know you’re not going to accept it by force, but…”

“When would be the right time?”

“When it’s the right time. There’s not much time left, anyhow. Let’s see after our first fight… We don’t know how strong our opponents will be. Let’s take care of our own bodies first. We’ve been able to rest for quite a while.”

Biyeon stared into San’s eyes.

He was right. Their promised work with Rain was over, and the good times of sitting around in one place were gone. From now on, blood, tears, and endless struggle and determination would greet them once again.

Biyeon shut her eyes tightly. She recalled a very old song and the subsequent applause that she heard in Episode 285 like a hallucination.

Day is done.

We shall overcome.

-by Peter Paul & Mary