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- Herausgeber: J-Novel Club
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
Yuuto and the Steel Clan have little time to celebrate their victory against the Silk Clan as the Flame Clan Army resumes its advance. Once again, Fort Gashina is the center of the conflict. The Horn Clan Army under Rasmus attempts to hold the fort in Yuuto’s absence. Can Yuuto, with his cheats, defeat the legendary Oda Nobunaga, one of history’s greatest strategists, once and for all? The long-awaited Battle of Yggdrasil begins in this 17th volume!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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PROLOGUE
“What a joyous occasion! The time has come! It’s finally happened?!” Rasmus shouted excitedly, leaning in close upon hearing the news Linnea had shared with him.
“W-Well, um, yes. It seems like that’s the case.” Linnea nodded with a faint smile as she backed away from his rather intense presence. Although she was a bit intimidated at having him loom above her, she was still extremely happy to see his reaction.
“Sniff... Congratulations! I’m truly happy to hear it! No doubt your late father is rejoicing in Valhalla!” Rasmus wiped the tears from his eyes with his arm, voice trembling as he offered his felicitations.
Linnea felt a warmth in her heart as she gently stroked her stomach. It was an extremely wonderful feeling to know there was someone so happy to learn of this child’s conception. For it to be the man who had practically raised her made it all the more meaningful. There was no way Linnea wouldn’t be overwhelmed with joy.
“Thanks, Rasmus. For what it’s worth, I think you’re right. I’m sure my father would be pleased.”
“Of course. You’re bearing the child of Yggdrasil’s greatest hero!”
“Oh, um... Well... Honestly, that part’s not that important.”
“Why is that?”
“Even if there was a greater hero than Father... Not that anyone like that exists, but, even if hypothetically there was someone like that... Even then, I would only want to have Father’s children.”
“My! Such love! If only my wife would speak that lovingly of me!”
“Heh, then perhaps you need to show her some vulnerability from time to time.”
“Why would I do something so humiliating...?”
“You can only get your feelings across to others if you actually express them. If the person you love seems like they’re so strong that they’ve got no weaknesses, well, it’s hard to feel needed.”
“O-Oh, I see... Do you truly think that’s the case?”
Rasmus seemed skeptical even as he nodded to Linnea’s observation. It was probably a difficult concept for a man to understand. In particular, it was hard for a man like Rasmus, a talented individual who had been serving as an important member of the Horn Clan since his youth and had always been blessed with having numerous other talented people to support and train himself against.
“Father is a man who feels the pain of his subjects more deeply than anyone, who struggles, who agonizes over every decision, and yet doesn’t let those things break him, and instead pushes forward to do what must be done. Which is exactly why I love him so much and want to be as much solace to him as I can.” Linnea clutched her hand to her chest and gently quirked her lips into a smile. She felt her heart overflow with warmth just thinking about her beloved. Linnea basked in the swathe of wonderful feelings that requited love brought with it.
“It’s hard to believe that a legendary hero like His Majesty would have such struggles... It feels like His Majesty can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants.” Rasmus crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head, brow furrowed in doubt. A chuckle spilled from Linnea’s lips.
Rasmus’s view was probably the way most people saw Yuuto, which was why no one understood the struggles he went through. No one could sympathize with them or share them. Linnea was proud of the fact that she was one of the few people who could help ease his isolation and lift even the slightest bit of weight off his shoulders. That was just one of the reasons why she loved him. She wanted him to be with her, and she wanted to stand by him.
When she eventually spoke, she decided to chide Rasmus instead.
“Now, now, Rasmus. You sure you’re not treating your wife the same way?”
“Eh? No, no, my wife’s not anything as skilled...”
“That’s not what I mean. You probably think she’s got nothing she struggles with.”
“Well, of course. I’ve done everything I can to make sure she doesn’t have to. I’ve long served as the Second of the Horn Clan and tried to give her everything she needs.”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” Linnea shrugged her shoulders, letting out an exaggerated sigh with a wry smile.
Rasmus had fallen into the trap of believing that a luxurious life meant no struggles. Women weren’t as materialistic as men often believed. They needed to feel loved, and they needed to feel needed, otherwise they wound up lonely and anguished even if they lived in the lap of luxury. It was those types of struggles that they wanted the person they loved to understand.
“I’m sure your wife has had her share of struggles, and no doubt she’s done quite a bit for you over the years. Make sure you show her your appreciation from time to time.”
“U-Uh... Certainly. That said, we’ve been together so long that I feel that doing something like that could be awkward... And she might find it suspicious if I suddenly started speaking to her like that...” Rasmus said, scratching at his cheek. He clearly wasn’t enthusiastic about the proposal.
Linnea chuckled with a tone of exasperation. “This is an order from your patriarch. Make sure you do it.”
She made certain to phrase it as an order. Rank had its privileges, and this was the right time for her to make use of them.
ACT 1
Hildegard happily hummed a tune as she groomed her beloved horse. She appeared to be thoroughly enjoying this routine task. There was, of course, a good reason for her jolly mood.
“You seem quite pleased with yourself.”
“Heh, of course! I’m about to be a direct vassal to His Majesty!” Hildegard perkily responded as Sigrún called over to her in passing.
Thanks to her immense contributions to the mountain crossing operations during the Steel Clan’s conquest of the Silk Clan, Sigrún, her mentor, had put in the recommendation needed for Hildegard to achieve her long-held ambition.
“Just do me a favor and don’t let your happiness cloud your judgment. Remember that any blunders on your part reflect on all of the Múspells.”
“Yes ma’am, I knooow!”
“I’m not so sure.” Sigrún sighed and pressed her left palm against her forehead. Her right hand was currently bandaged with a medicinal poultice.
“Oh, does that still hurt?”
“Mm? It’s mostly fine now. It only hurts when I try to move it.” Sigrún glared with irritation as she looked upon her bandaged hand. She had injured her right hand in the final battle with the Silk Clan. When facing off against the enemy patriarch, a horse had run amok, catching Sigrún’s hand in the process. Fortunately, it seemed to have only been a strain, rather than a broken bone, but it had still swelled up painfully when she had first injured it.
“Okay. It’s probably best that you get a little more rest then. Oh, such a pity. I feel like I’m going to be out of practice without you to train against, Mother Rún.” In sharp contrast to her words, Hildegard’s tone was light and joyful. She had, after all, suffered a hellishly difficult training regimen under Sigrún over the past year, and because she was an Einherjar, she was forced to spar solely against Sigrún, piling up loss after loss in a humiliating string of defeats.
However, with Sigrún out with an injury, the training regimen had eased up somewhat, and on top of that, she was able to overwhelm her replacement sparring partners. It was a good time to be in Hildegard’s shoes, and that happy period was evidently going to last a while longer. Hildegard was extremely pleased with the combination of a lighter training schedule and the fact she was going to receive Yuuto’s direct Chalice. However...
“I see. Then that’s perfect. Come train with me.”
“Huh? B-But... Mother Rún, you can’t hold a sword with that hand.”
“That’s exactly why I need to train,” Sigrún said with a tone of unshakable conviction and grabbed Hildegard by the collar, dragging her along.
“Wha?! Whaaaaaa?!”
Hildegard’s happy days were short-lived.
“Phew. Seems like we’ve finally gotten things settled.” Yuuto let out a loud sigh as he sat on the throne in the former Tiger Clan capital of Gastropnir.
It had been fortunate that they had captured the Silk Clan patriarch in the recent border battle. Had she escaped and made it back to the Silk Clan’s territory, it would have complicated matters immensely.
“It’d be nice if they’d just surrender now, but...”
In Yggdrasil’s clan system, the Second would assume control of the clan when the patriarch was no longer present. The current Silk Clan patriarch, Utgarda, had garnered a reputation as a tyrannical and cruel leader. He could easily imagine her Second finding a suitable excuse to banish her and assume the reins.
“What do you think? I want your opinion.” Yuuto glanced over at the young woman standing in the corner of the room. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years of age, and she was notable for her blazing crimson hair.
Though she was dressed in the simple garb of a commoner, she had extremely beautiful facial features, and there was a faint air of elegance and refinement to her bearing. However, in stark contrast to that, there was a collar around her neck with a rope attached to it, and there were also iron weighted shackles around both of her ankles to prevent her from escaping or putting up any form of resistance.
This young woman was none other than Utgarda herself, the very same patriarch that the Steel Clan had captured in their recent battle with the Silk Clan.
“None of the leadership of the clan, starting with the Vizier Velde, as well as any of his underlings, have any amount of courage, Your...Majesty. We believe... Pardon... I believe they’ll quickly cave to any demands for their surrender.” Utgarda spoke awkwardly, catching herself as she struggled to maintain a respectful tone. She had been born a princess, so it was rather unlikely that she had ever needed to address someone above her own station. She could, perhaps, be forgiven for her slipup, but her master had other ideas.
“Watch your tone!”
Smack!
“Eeep!” The crack of Kristina’s whip against her bottom elicited an oddly cute squeak out of Utgarda.
“Father. I apologize for not properly disciplining my slave.”
“Grr!”
Utgarda bit down on her lip, tears welling in her eyes as she rubbed the mark on her sore rear, as Kristina bowed her head apologetically to Yuuto. By order of the þjóðann, Utgarda had already been stripped of her title of patriarch and been reduced to her current position as Kristina’s slave.
Table of Contents
Cover
Color Illustrations
Character Introduction
PROLOGUE
ACT 1
ACT 2
ACT 3
ACT 4
ACT 5
ACT 6
INTERLUDE
Afterword
About J-Novel Club
Copyright
Landmarks
Color Images
Table of Contents
