Chapter 67.1
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—“How’s it going? Catherine. How’s he looking?”
“He’s looking good. I’ll adjust the fitness just in time, leave it to me! He’ll probably die at the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival.”
“I see, Hahaha, well done. Catherine. It looks like he’s doing his job too.”
Catherine reports back to Odin.
Odin then looks out of the window.
The Imperial City is now in the midst of a festival.
Every year the Imperial Sword Warrior Festival is a huge celebration of the KOG, but this year there is an even bigger crowd.
Many tourists, including aristocrats, come from all over Asgard.
To see the scene of changing times.
“At last, tomorrow. I heard that Rhode will be back tomorrow. That’s my brother. Winner the battlefield in just a week, really.”
“I am pleased to see that you were able to make effective use of the fire that I had prepared for Rhode-sama.”
The battlefield where Rhode was headed was originally prepared for another operation.
If Odin decided that a coup was about to take place, he would lead him to that battlefield to kill him.
In reality, it was never used because the Rhode never showed any such pretense. And now that they have the promised victory, there is no need for them to do so.
Odin didn’t think that he would fight the battle without using any military force at all, but on the contrary, the wounds have been lessened.
“Ah, tomorrow everything will be decided. But Osiris will win. Nothing can beat Osiris in the first place, though.”
“Yes, I heard that he fought all the chief knights in the Imperial City yesterday and won. The name of the Sword Saint is not a feat, is it? As expected of Odin-sama’s knights.”
“I hope you’re properly trying not to tell Osiris, he’s very sensitive about anything dirty tricks, well, all those who are called knights are. I’m sure he’ll fight without a problem if you order him to, but I hope he’ll fight as hard as he can anyway, without any worries.”
“Yes, Osiris-sama has been training like a mountain hermit for a week now… so it was easy to control the information. I’m sure you’ll be able to use that sword, he’s been holed up until the day of the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival.”
“Well, that’s something to look forward to.”
***
“Hey, are you listening to me? Hey!”
(He’s saying something… I don’t understand.)
Then Reelbert supports Kenya and insists.
“With this high fever, your life is in danger! You should finish today!”
Kenya’s conditions were getting worse every day.
And today, Reelbert advises to call it off.
“Huh, well, it’s about time, take him to jail for good. And tomorrow morning you’ll be released. Fight to your heart’s content.”
The hearing was finally concluded, with the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival scheduled for tomorrow.
“Understood.”
Kenya falls down without strength.
He already has no energy to stand up.
His fever has risen since then, and he has not been able to sleep at all.
Even when he vomited blood, he received no treatment whatsoever.
Even so, he was kept on his feet for a long time, and was fully exhausted.
When he finally lost consciousness, Kenya was thrown straight into prison.
(It’s cold… where am I? What was I doing?)
A cold caused by poor physical condition, and fatigue from being forced to stand for so long.
The cold room, the food that was not nourishing, the poison that had been increased.
“Gohohohoho!”
Kenya was suffering from pneumonia, and his stomach was also upset and inflamed by the poison.
Every time he coughed, the taste of blood spread to his mouth and he frequently vomited blood.
One woman watches this from outside the prison.
“Oh, is that a bit too much? But just barely one more day? You’re perfectly adjusted. I’m afraid of my talent.”
She then went up to Kenya’s ear as he shrank back, unable to move, and whispered.
“Live a little longer, and die as horribly as you can. It’s for the world’s sake. Hahaha! It feels so good – to make a thoughtful little shit understand.”
And Catherine leaves the prison in a good mood.
Leaving Kenya alone on the floor, unable to move.
***
The next day, the morning of the day of the Imperial Sword Festival.
(I’m in pain… why is this happening?)
In the darkness, Kenya wanders alone.
He loses consciousness and is here in a dream, but Kenya does not know this.
(Why am I in such pain… I can’t remember…)
Deprived of the ability to think, and physically ill, Kenya was unable to think about anything.
But he remembers one thing.
(I have to win. I have to win.)
Why?
I don’t know.
Why do I have to fight?
Who do I have to fight?
I can’t think straight.
My body is heavy.
Now I just want to sleep…
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—“How’s it going? Catherine. How’s he looking?”
“He’s looking good. I’ll adjust the fitness just in time, leave it to me! He’ll probably die at the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival.”
“I see, Hahaha, well done. Catherine. It looks like he’s doing his job too.”
Catherine reports back to Odin.
Odin then looks out of the window.
The Imperial City is now in the midst of a festival.
Every year the Imperial Sword Warrior Festival is a huge celebration of the KOG, but this year there is an even bigger crowd.
Many tourists, including aristocrats, come from all over Asgard.
To see the scene of changing times.
“At last, tomorrow. I heard that Rhode will be back tomorrow. That’s my brother. Winner the battlefield in just a week, really.”
“I am pleased to see that you were able to make effective use of the fire that I had prepared for Rhode-sama.”
The battlefield where Rhode was headed was originally prepared for another operation.
If Odin decided that a coup was about to take place, he would lead him to that battlefield to kill him.
In reality, it was never used because the Rhode never showed any such pretense. And now that they have the promised victory, there is no need for them to do so.
Odin didn’t think that he would fight the battle without using any military force at all, but on the contrary, the wounds have been lessened.
“Ah, tomorrow everything will be decided. But Osiris will win. Nothing can beat Osiris in the first place, though.”
“Yes, I heard that he fought all the chief knights in the Imperial City yesterday and won. The name of the Sword Saint is not a feat, is it? As expected of Odin-sama’s knights.”
“I hope you’re properly trying not to tell Osiris, he’s very sensitive about anything dirty tricks, well, all those who are called knights are. I’m sure he’ll fight without a problem if you order him to, but I hope he’ll fight as hard as he can anyway, without any worries.”
“Yes, Osiris-sama has been training like a mountain hermit for a week now… so it was easy to control the information. I’m sure you’ll be able to use that sword, he’s been holed up until the day of the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival.”
“Well, that’s something to look forward to.”
***
“Hey, are you listening to me? Hey!”
(He’s saying something… I don’t understand.)
Then Reelbert supports Kenya and insists.
“With this high fever, your life is in danger! You should finish today!”
Kenya’s conditions were getting worse every day.
And today, Reelbert advises to call it off.
“Huh, well, it’s about time, take him to jail for good. And tomorrow morning you’ll be released. Fight to your heart’s content.”
The hearing was finally concluded, with the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival scheduled for tomorrow.
“Understood.”
Kenya falls down without strength.
He already has no energy to stand up.
His fever has risen since then, and he has not been able to sleep at all.
Even when he vomited blood, he received no treatment whatsoever.
Even so, he was kept on his feet for a long time, and was fully exhausted.
When he finally lost consciousness, Kenya was thrown straight into prison.
(It’s cold… where am I? What was I doing?)
A cold caused by poor physical condition, and fatigue from being forced to stand for so long.
The cold room, the food that was not nourishing, the poison that had been increased.
“Gohohohoho!”
Kenya was suffering from pneumonia, and his stomach was also upset and inflamed by the poison.
Every time he coughed, the taste of blood spread to his mouth and he frequently vomited blood.
One woman watches this from outside the prison.
“Oh, is that a bit too much? But just barely one more day? You’re perfectly adjusted. I’m afraid of my talent.”
She then went up to Kenya’s ear as he shrank back, unable to move, and whispered.
“Live a little longer, and die as horribly as you can. It’s for the world’s sake. Hahaha! It feels so good – to make a thoughtful little shit understand.”
And Catherine leaves the prison in a good mood.
Leaving Kenya alone on the floor, unable to move.
***
The next day, the morning of the day of the Imperial Sword Festival.
(I’m in pain… why is this happening?)
In the darkness, Kenya wanders alone.
He loses consciousness and is here in a dream, but Kenya does not know this.
(Why am I in such pain… I can’t remember…)
Deprived of the ability to think, and physically ill, Kenya was unable to think about anything.
But he remembers one thing.
(I have to win. I have to win.)
Why?
I don’t know.
Why do I have to fight?
Who do I have to fight?
I can’t think straight.
My body is heavy.
Now I just want to sleep…
How's it going? Catherine. How's he looking?He's looking good. I'll adjust the fitness just in time, leave it to me! He'll probably die at the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival.I see, Hahaha, well done. Catherine. It looks like he's doing his job too.Catherine reports back to Odin.Odin then looks out of the window.The Imperial City is now in the midst of a festival.Every year the Imperial Sword Warrior Festival is a huge celebration of the KOG, but this year there is an even bigger crowd.Many tourists, including aristocrats, come from all over Asgard.To see the scene of changing times.At last, tomorrow. I heard that Rhode will be back tomorrow. That's my brother. Winner the battlefield in just a week, really.I am pleased to see that you were able to make effective use of the fire that I had prepared for Rhode-sama.The battlefield where Rhode was headed was originally prepared for another operation.If Odin decided that a coup was about to take place, he would lead him to that battlefield to kill him.In reality, it was never used because the Rhode never showed any such pretense. And now that they have the promised victory, there is no need for them to do so.Odin didn't think that he would fight the battle without using any military force at all, but on the contrary, the wounds have been lessened.Ah, tomorrow everything will be decided. But Osiris will win. Nothing can beat Osiris in the first place, though.Yes, I heard that he fought all the chief knights in the Imperial City yesterday and won. The name of the Sword Saint is not a feat, is it? As expected of Odin-sama's knights.I hope you're properly trying not to tell Osiris, he's very sensitive about anything dirty tricks, well, all those who are called knights are. I'm sure he'll fight without a problem if you order him to, but I hope he'll fight as hard as he can anyway, without any worries.Yes, Osiris-sama has been training like a mountain hermit for a week now so it was easy to control the information. I'm sure you'll be able to use that sword, he's been holed up until the day of the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival.Well, that's something to look forward to.***Hey, are you listening to me? Hey!He's saying something I don't understand.Then Reelbert supports Kenya and insists.With this high fever, your life is in danger! You should finish today!Kenya's conditions were getting worse every day.And today, Reelbert advises to call it off.Huh, well, it's about time, take him to jail for good. And tomorrow morning you'll be released. Fight to your heart's content.The hearing was finally concluded, with the Imperial Sword and Warrior Festival scheduled for tomorrow.Understood.Kenya falls down without strength.He already has no energy to stand up.His fever has risen since then, and he has not been able to sleep at all.Even when he vomited blood, he received no treatment whatsoever.Even so, he was kept on his feet for a long time, and was fully exhausted.When he finally lost consciousness, Kenya was thrown straight into prison.It's cold where am I? What was I doing?A cold caused by poor physical condition, and fatigue from being forced to stand for so long.The cold room, the food that was not nourishing, the poison that had been increased.Gohohohoho!Kenya was suffering from pneumonia, and his stomach was also upset and inflamed by the poison.Every time he coughed, the taste of blood spread to his mouth and he frequently vomited blood.One woman watches this from outside the prison.Oh, is that a bit too much? But just barely one more day? You're perfectly adjusted. I'm afraid of my talent.She then went up to Kenya's ear as he shrank back, unable to move, and whispered.Live a little longer, and die as horribly as you can. It's for the world's sake. Hahaha! It feels so good to make a thoughtful little shit understand.And Catherine leaves the prison in a good mood.Leaving Kenya alone on the floor, unable to move.***The next day, the morning of the day of the Imperial Sword Festival.I'm in pain why is this happening?In the darkness, Kenya wanders alone.He loses consciousness and is here in a dream, but Kenya does not know this.Why am I in such pain I can't rememberDeprived of the ability to think, and physically ill, Kenya was unable to think about anything.But he remembers one thing.I have to win. I have to win.Why?I don't know.Why do I have to fight?Who do I have to fight?I can't think straight.My body is heavy.Now I just want to sleep
