The Hundred Reigns 179: Lux Vult (9)
As the Judge, it usually fell to Euphemia to arbitrate disputes alongside her husband, and she nearly had Simon executed for striking her son when he last faced her in this fashion.
He hoped she had learned mercy since.
“Sit, Eole,” Euphemia said in Elvish, her finger pointing at a seat on the other side of the table. Shabram was gone, leaving them alone.
It must have felt intimidating for Eole to be summoned to their now shared quarters and find them both in their Class outfits. Still, she kept her back straight and full of dignity as she followed the order dutifully.
“I am Empress Euphemia Agares-Magnos of Endymion, the Judge and Saint of the Church of the Light,” Euphemia introduced herself with all the pomp and pride of her station. “My future husband and I have agreed to listen to your plea.”
“Thank you for granting me this audience, Your Grace,” Eole replied politely. Simon guessed Norbelle or Anna had briefed her on protocol. “His Excellency spoke highly of you.”
“So did he. Your innocence pleased him, though you come from poisoned stock.” Euphemia’s third eye assessed Eole closely. “He informed you of the kish people’s origins, did he not?”
“He did, though I cannot believe him,” Eole replied, a scowl forming on her face. “My people are not demonic spawn, but a single tribe of shifters among many.”
“I’m afraid His Excellency told you the truth,” Simon admitted. “You will find proof in both Valendre and the old kish palace in Telluria.”
“The Dark runs deep in your tribe’s blood, child, but thankfully for you, the Light redeems all,” Euphemia said. “We shall cleanse their souls and perhaps even their flesh.”
“By putting them in chains?” Eole countered in defiance, forgetting the fact that Euphemia could smite her dead where she stood. “By taking their lands and freedom?”
“It is a kinder fate than what the beastmen inflict on each other every day,” Euphemia replied. “Their tribes constantly wage war. When one wins, they kill and enslave the defeated, with the chieftain taking a wife or daughter as his bride-prize to rape. It is their base and detestable nature.” Her voice dripped with venom and disgust. “Our conquest of the region is a kindness. Endymion has brought an end to the ceaseless, pointless warfare in the lands it assimilated.”
Eole glared at Euphemia. “So when a shifter tribe molests another, you call it detestable; and when your empire does the same to an entire nation, you call it peace?”
The sharp rebuke briefly silenced Euphemia and drew a chuckle from Simon. The empress glared at him before coming up with an excuse.
“This is a regrettable, but thankfully temporary state of affairs,” she argued. “Your people refuse to assimilate into our peaceful society and actively resist a better future, so why should they enjoy its protection? The beastmen–”
“Shifters,” both Eole and Simon said at the same time.
“–will enjoy the same protections as our citizens once they convert to the Light and abide by our laws,” Euphemia said sternly. “Laws which you have violated yourself by inciting revolts within our territories. What do you have to say in your defense?”
“Nothing.”
Eole’s answer took Euphemia slightly aback. “You will say nothing for yourself?”
“Trying to free my people is a righteous act of which I am truly proud,” Eole replied fearlessly. “I will never be ashamed or apologize for attempting to save slaves from bondage; and if you expect me to, then you are no Saint.”
No one short of House Magnos’ members would be bold enough to speak to Euphemia like that, and he could tell it had been years since someone actually showed such defiance to her. Simon half-feared the empress would react with sneering disdain or aggression in response, yet the look plastered on her face showed something rare coming from her.
Pity.
Is she… feeling sorry for Eole? Euphemia? This petty, spiteful empress? Simon thought in utter disbelief. He thought her sympathy might be rooted in condescension, but there was a sadness to her gaze that convinced him otherwise. Does she actually have a heart?
“And that act led you to being enslaved by your own countrymen and brought to chains before us,” Euphemia declared. “Are you proud of it still?”
“Yes,” Eole replied without hesitation, her scowl deepening. “The kish oppressed other shifters, and I do not fault them for resenting us; yet that is exactly why I have a responsibility to help them.”
“You are a sincere soul, Eole, and that is to your credit,” Euphemia said with a hint of grudging respect that left Simon speechless. The empress indeed appeared to relate to Eole’s struggle in spite of her blatant contempt for shifters, likely because her Judge abilities let her assess that Eole spoke from the heart. “However, your efforts are wasted on souls who do not deserve it.”
“Everyone deserves to be free, Your Grace.”
Euphemia’s lips curled into a brief smile, one that didn’t last long. “Are you sure? Do you know how I became the Judge?”
Eole frowned. “I do not, Your Grace.”
Neither did Simon. Well, he knew the Church of the Light’s imperial propaganda—that she had been led by visions of the prophetess Pharis to find the lost Judge Crestone and free the realm from Gargauth’s tyranny—but he assumed it was either a lie or a half-truth.
“I lived in a village near the border between our imperial heartland and Telluria, which we once called Agares,” Euphemia said. “The Second Overlord had foreseen a Visionary would be his doom. My people produced many of them over the centuries, so he hunted us down to extinction and forced us to hide. I spent my early years hiding my third eye beneath a headband whenever a visitor would come to our home. I had visions of a doom brought by Gargauth and of slaying dragons in battle since I was a child, but I denied them.”
Euphemia leaned forward, her third eye staring into Eole’s eyes.
“And then came your people.”
Eole flinched as did Simon, who recalled mentions of those events from the Church’s sermons.
“A tribe of werelions raided our village by surprise, though we always traded with the beastmen in good faith,” Euphemia said, her nails sinking into her chair’s armrests. “They massacred people I’d known all my life, burned down our houses, and since I was the daughter of the village’s chief, their leader claimed me as his prize. He wished to rape me, though I was barely ten, as was his ‘right.’” The last word dripped with disgust. “I managed to flee and hide in a cavern near my village, where I tripped on a glowing stone by accident. The Judge Crestone had found its way to me, and I realized my purpose.”
Eole lowered her eyes, biting her lips as she pondered the empress’ words.
“I judged the werelions, as I judged Gargauth for his crimes,” Euphemia said sternly. “You say that everyone deserves freedom, Eole, but those who abuse it to hurt others deserve their chains. Just as you weren’t forgiven for your ancestors’ crime, what beastmen endure today is expiation for the sins their tribes have perpetuated—and still perpetuate—on their own countrymen and others. They were given many, many opportunities to change their ways, and they threw them all away.”
“I will not make excuses for those who wronged you, Your Grace,” Eole said after straightening up. “But if you are indeed the Judge, then I have a question for you: can you explain how it is fair to deem all of my people, regardless of their deeds and origins, guilty of the crimes of a few?”
“When the many do not step in to stop and reform the few, then they are guilty of inaction.”
Eole glared at Euphemia. “Then all of the Third Overlord’s crimes are yours too.”
For perhaps the first time since Simon met her, Euphemia truly seemed at a loss for words. A man like Balzam could have conjured many lies and self-justifying arguments, but not her.
The Judge couldn’t argue with the truth.
“Your Grace, your husband is dead and his evils with him,” Eole pleaded. “If you indeed wish to do good in this world, then I bid you to change your empire’s ways. Slavery, conquest, and murder will not make Telluria a better place.”
“You come begging for change without the power or influence to make it so,” Euphemia replied after regaining her composure. “Relying on the goodwill of others will not get you far.”
“Perhaps, but I do not wish to live in a world where goodwill is worthless.” Eole gathered her breath. “Do you?”
“You truly are insolent.” Euphemia cracked a thin smile. “Do you truly believe, without the shadow of a doubt, that you could change the beastmen’s ways?”
“Yes,” Eole replied without hesitation.
“Then you are either a fool or a saint. Maybe both.” Euphemia rested her head on her fist as she considered Eole’s words. “We will not stop our eastern expansion. Telluria will either become an imperial province, or a pile of rubble.”
Eole’s fists clenched, and she turned to Simon. “We cannot allow the likes of Vouivre to gain access to Telluria’s resources,” he said with a sigh. “Believe me when I say everything we do there will pale compared to the horrors she will visit on your kind.”
“However,” Euphemia said, “if you believe your words will reach where our swords cannot, then I will allow you to accompany me as an advisor on the beastmen…” She stopped a brief moment before correcting herself, “the shifter tribes. Those you can convince to set aside their savage and barbarian ways will be welcomed as our subjects and spared from slavery.”
Eole reddened with anger. “You would have me become your empire’s mouthpiece?”
“Yes, because not walking away from the wrong path is a crime in itself. I will not tolerate another tragedy like the one that befell my home to repeat itself. Peace will come to Telluria, one way or another.” Euphemia steepled her fingers. “You can collaborate with us to help your people and put your ideals where your mouth is, or you can watch on the sidelines powerless, your sweet voice unheard. The choice is yours.”
Eole scowled as she took in those harsh words, then turned to Simon. “I have heard from Princess Norbelle that Your Majesty summoned two eidolons sacred to my people, Carbuncle and Culebre.”
“That I have,” Simon confirmed.
Eole’s scowl deepened with despair. “Then you know about my home.”
“I do, and I can access it whenever I wish,” Simon admitted, ignoring the glances Euphemia sent him. “We will not trouble your people, if that is what you worry about. Your answer today won’t affect their fate.”
He could see Eole didn’t believe him; or rather, she realized that her fears were realized, and that her people’s Sanctuary lived at the mercy of greater powers. When fighting was a hopeless call, only two possibilities remained.
Collusion, or surrender.
“I… will serve,” Eole decided warily.
“That you shall.” Euphemia’s tone turned slightly sympathetic. “Do not make such a face, Eole. You are fulfilling your duty, to yourself and your kind. You will save many lives.”
Her words failed to reassure Eole, who silently departed the room with a slight, forced bow. Simon’s heart ached to see her like this, even if it was for her own good. There was no ideal solution to the Telluria problem, or at least none he had found yet.
“For a moment, I feared you would execute her,” Simon admitted.
“Is that what you think of me? That I enjoy executing people?” Euphemia raised an eyebrow beneath her Judge blindfold. “There is always a place for mercy.”
“Says the woman who tried to have me killed when I was a young boy.”
“You were guilty of striking a prince of the blood. A peasant would have been quartered in your place.” Euphemia shrugged her shoulders. “This Eole is naive, rash, and disrespectful. It astonishes me that her capture didn’t teach her a lesson.”
“You say that as if they were flaws,” Simon replied, “but your tone betrays your fondness.”
“I was like her once, until the world—and your father—beat that foolishness out of my skull.” Euphemia shook her head. “I feel compassion for her. She only has pain and disappointment to look forward to.”
“Not necessarily,” Simon argued. “I have seen her home in my visions. It is a paradise devoid of slaves and conflict.”
“So was Agares until an armed band decided they would rather have slaves than friends,” Euphemia countered sternly. “Peace without the strength to defend it is a fragile illusion.”
“I agree, but Eole has a point: conquest and slavery won’t lead to a paradise.”
Euphemia looked at him curiously. “Is that what you want? To turn this empire of blood and bones into a paradise?
“Yes,” Simon replied bluntly. “As I told Louis when we arrested him, I will do amazing things once our enemies are pacified or out of the way. Now that I have seen it is possible to create a pure and perfect society, we must build one for ourselves. I will create a land of peace, free of slavery and brutality.”
“Your father would roll in his tomb if he could hear you,” Euphemia commented in genuine appreciation. Simon took pleasure in knowing that he could. “Color me impressed. We may have more in common than I thought.”
“Do we?” Simon wondered with skepticism. “I admit forcing everyone to worship the Light does not sit well with me.”
“You would rather let a thousand cults coexist?” Euphemia asked as if it were a stupid idea.
Simon frowned. “What would be wrong with that?”
“When you tell the people that they can worship the Light, the Mana Goddess, or nothing at all, you do not teach them that the world is a complicated place and that they should tolerate each other,” Euphemia argued. “You create one group that believes the Light should be worshiped for everyone’s salvation, a second who believes the same for the Mana Goddess, and a third who trusts nothing but themselves. When all sides believe in a different truth, then peace becomes impossible.”
Simon gave her words some consideration. “So you say I should pick a single truth for everyone to believe in?”
“Differences in values create friction, while cultural synthesis leads to harmony,” Euphemia confirmed. “Look at Magvolia. Although we have conquered it and ended centuries of conflicts between neighbors, many of its elites yearn for a mythical golden age when their kings ruled them to the point that they would rather ally with our enemies. Your father’s mistake was to push for continuous conquests without consolidating our gains in our subjects’ hearts and minds.”
Simon guessed she had a point. His father fed on conquests to fuel his Overlord Class, leaving many unsolved issues that enemies like Vouivre or Illusea then exploited to harm him. Even the Sanctuary remained Vayan and Junon’s carefully curated garden, though they allowed the worship of many eidolons. A society could not survive without a stable framework.
Still, he wasn’t sure the Light was the solution to this particular problem. The legitimacy it provided to Endymion rested on Mastemo’s goodwill and mental contortions. An Overlord’s power should be self-sustaining.
Simon had much to ponder.
Euphemia changed the subject. “Have you reached a decision on whether or not to devour the Warrior Crestone? If not, then we should find a new holder it won’t abandon for Louis.”
“I’m still considering my options,” Simon admitted. “My talents lean closer to spellcasting, and I have only one free Perk slot left open for the moment. I wonder if it would be better to consume magical-oriented abilities or something with more utility.”
“You would be a fool to neglect your Class’ martial potential,” Euphemia said. “Your father was the most powerful melee fighter who ever walked this earth. I haven’t seen a single creature capable of surviving him for more than five minutes.”
“Maybe so, but as you have no doubt noticed by now, I am not my father,” Simon replied dryly. “Besides, wouldn’t it be better to build on my strengths?”
“Limiting a Class that can do everything to one specialty is a waste,” Euphemia countered. “In war, it is better to be the second best in multiple fields than the best in one. If you have only one source of power, then you become predictable, and what is predictable can be countered.”
“You seem to speak from experience.”
“I do. Gargauth relied too much on his draconic strength and his artifact collection. A single Law that forbade the use of specific items crippled him during our final battle.” Euphemia scoffed. “Mardok learned that lesson painfully too. None could match him in his cruelty and deceit, but all of his sweet lies were wasted on a brute like Gargauth, and his magic failed to pierce through the dragon’s scales the way my husband’s sword did. Versatility is a strength in itself.”
Simon nodded and decided to question Lauriane on the matter. His sister had researched Classes extensively, and her custom Spellblade one combined magic with weapon techniques. She should have insight to offer on the matter.
“You are wrong about one thing. I can become the best at everything.” Simon had many lifetimes left to master fighting, magic, and crafting. “That is my Class’ privilege.”
“A tall boast, but you will need to live as long as an elf to make it a reality,” Euphemia replied sternly. If only she knew the hidden irony... “Surviving the year and each other will be a great victory in itself.”
“True,” Simon said with a small chuckle. “Should we toast to our first night in our shared quarters?”
Euphemia cracked a thin smile. “If one of us lasts until the morning, mayhaps.”
A/N: thank you for your kind comments and messages on yesterday's chap. I went to the funeral parlor today to pay my respects and I admit it was... strange, I guess. You know someone for thirty years and then you find them sleeping still in a coffin like a wax statue, completely devoid of soul or movement... it's like they've ceased to be a person and became an object. I guess it's how it is.
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“When you tell the people that they can worship the Light, the Mana Goddess, or nothing at all, you do not teach them that the world is a complicated place and that they should tolerate each other,” Euphemia argued. “You create one group that believes the Light should be worshiped for everyone’s salvation, a second who believes the same for the Mana Goddess, and a third who trusts nothing but themselves. When all sides believe in a different truth, then peace becomes impossible.” Damn, that line got me.
Tyfc. And sorry for your loss.
He thinks he will live as long as an elf...not if he keeps getting wrecked each reign in under a few years. He is a quarter of the way done already, so he should probably stop dying that fast
Un hermoso capítulo Void, ahora me siento más conectado a Eufemia...lo cual no sé si es bueno porque le harás lo mismo que a mi reina cuando el reino acabe
Sorry for your loss. I felt much the same, really feels like looking at an object left behind by its owner. Its weirdly comforting knowing other people have similar experiences, so thanks for sharing and I hope you and your family are holding up ok.
Careful now. You were doing great writing a political figure without injecting current day views and morality into it. You obviously can't help being a product of your time. But some of what i read really shook my immersion. A less kind reader could read this as a mock-up of a modern debate. A lot of us read fantasy as a form of escapism. And tainting it with current day politics and social issues would be divicive and frankly a shame. Twice so, because out of all the timeless problems human societies experience you chose the most boring, current one.
I'm sorry I'm confused on what here was a modern day political issue. Is it the slavery or the religion or the shifter integration? I don't quite see what here is a modern issue. I mean, some of these are issues in modern times. But it's not like these issues wouldn't exist at any other point. These problems probably existed ages ago in our history too It's just that we were a lot less ethical when we went about solving them (like an overlord...). I don't get how you want politics in the story and it somehow not having anything to do with real world politics. Like these are just realistic issues that would show up in this setting with an overlord that doesn't want to just bulldoze through them. Maybe if you're definition of 'fantasy' politics is just border disputes and court shenanigans. But I don't understand how you think Void could've possibly explored any social topics in the setting without any form of modern day politics, cause a lot of politics is literally just how to address a problem with a difference of interest and more than one solution. And those problems remain a problem until modern times and become 'modern' politics because the problem doesn't inherently have one solution that benefits everyone equally and is still causing arguments to today. There's a class difference in the story? There's also a class difference in the real world? Boom. 'Modern' politics will play a role unless you completely ignore that part of the setting. You got sentient people in the story, they're gonna think like sentient people, and they're gonna disagree with each other like sentient people. There is no fantasy or modern politics, it's literally JUST politics because politics is just a difference of interest. 'Modern' day politics were going to show up as soon as Eole was introduced. It is quite literally someone trying to free the slaves. Maybe if the story was about someone else that wasn't literally the destined ruler of an empire, but there was no world where politics wasn't going to be a thing. I'm sure there's plenty of good stories without a large political influence. This was never gonna be one of them.
I always explained it and viewed it like listening to a radio, you can love the radio have it be pertinent and present for every big moment of your life but its not the box with the wires you loved it was the signal i picked up, and even if a radio breaks the radio signal is still there, you just dont hear it anymore. You see off the broken radio not because the box was important (no matter how important it actually was) because ultimately the signal was.
Everyone forgets a story is the demesne of an author and creation follows no law but it's own. (This is the purple prose way of saying 9 Crestone limitation only holds as long as the author wants it to. I suspect some of the 100 Reign titles will allow "free" slots. I suspect the author is going to have to create >100 levels and extra threats as well. 20 Reigns in and we're 70% full power already.)
maybe the story will end before 100 Reign? The only possibility I see for Simon to have 100 Regins is ascension to higher realm like crazy dragon lady wants (I forgot her name) but it dosent really suit the story.
1: Party System. Utility Perk, still useful at Level 100 due to empowering others. 2: Inventory. Utility Perk, useful for storage and supplies. Works in tandem with Anathemic Secrecy to hide objects within it. Quick swapping weapons, rapid fire consumables, and other such surprises during combat. 3: Adaptive Spellcasting. Magic Perk. Allows Simon to cast Spells he normally can't due to Miasmic Archmage as well as casting unexpected variants of known spells due his affinities. (If anyone can give further details, I'll edit them in) 4: Crowns of Sin. Wildcard Perk, That seems applicable in any situation, if he had more of them. Each Crown might give an active and a passive but not confirmed. 13 different Perks in one, worth it for that alone; but also versatile as had been pointed out by the Judge. 5: Summon Dark Eidolon. Summoning/Magic Perk, allowing two Auspices to be given at once as well as an additional combatant on Simon's side. Also providing insight to the Reigns. 6: Warrior Techniques? On Simon's list to procure, Physical Perk. Learning weapon techniques will strengthen Simon's martial prowess 7: Rogue Teleportation Perk. Utility Perk, allowing entry or escape from areas or domains preventing it. Simon's died many times due to his inability to retreat. Another on the procure list. 8: Crafter Perks? Lone Crafting Perk aside from the Alchemist, which I don't think Simon would care about. Helpful since Simon does use Items. Might make a better Mace. 9: Libromancy. Magic Perk. Unknown school of magic. Unexpected, and thus hard to counter. Tempting. Only possible; not a definite take. 10: Oracle Perks. Could be the key for Simon to learn about the Reigns as a Dark Visionary if the Overlord class adapts it to him. The Class did so for the Summoner, it could do the same for the Oracle. Thoughts anyone?
I like it but there will be only 9 perks as hinted by void in a previous chapter so maybe it will be who comes first between 9 and 10.
It's always been a little weird to me Simon has enjoyed bashing heads in with a mace, yet hasn't commited any class stuff to it yet. Excited for the upcoming versatility
The thing about taking a technique perk is that based on the rate we're getting devour crestone slots we'll only have 9 of them total, and here's what I want for that: VI: Rogue VII: Beast VIII: Crafter IX: Librarian or Oracle We just don't have enough slots to get everything we want, and are going to have to choose what to leave behind, and I think Simon already has enough versatility as is. And it's not like he can't learn techniques without a perk.
Sorry but as you said we don't have not enough slot so....why the beast? He already has shapeshiftting and i doubt the details about "true" shapeshiffiting are worth a slot. On the other side you have the warrior master of technique : things that took an elf hundred of years to get normally without a perk....
I was trying not to have this discussion on purpose, but it seems that we are forced to address it. A) Versatility is completely irrelevant, but is one of those things that people like to latch on for some reason. Simply put, the reason why Eidolon is strong is not because he got three powers, but because each is strong as fuck. If he was getting street level powers he would just be weaker Myrddin. If you have some leftover points you get some QoL but ultimately the power is the big decider. B) The idea that Techniques bring versatility is wild because as far as we saw those are 80% attack power 20% defenses, and Simon already has spells for that. What this would bring is redundancy which, well, is redundant. Either spells are weaker so why use spells or Techniques are weaker so why use Techniques. C) Techniques require time and effort to develop, which could be used to develop relevant spells instead. This doesn't actually matter because Void will just author fiat so Simon gets sword equivalent of Tier VIII spells in just three days because he can do that. It will be very stupid but it is what it is. Additionally Simon is losing a potential magic boosting perk to do this, decreasing overall potency of his magic. D) Perhaps most importantly, the two single most powerful beings we know of are both casters, meanwhile currently the most powerful melee fighter is stuck in Simon's dungeon. I would be for Techniques if we knew they were the best power system, but as they are clearly whatever I don't understand what is obsession with getting them. E) Given that we are trying to make a build that defeats the Overlord system, I have no idea what are Techniques supposed to bring to the table that wouldn't be resolved via just magic.
I feel like you mixed a lot of things, for example D: The 2most powerful being are casters ONLY because Balzam died recently and to your remainder they needed 1. His son, 2. a level 80+ warrior (arguably the 3rd/4th strongest in the word right now), 3. a goddess blessed sword, 4. Him not putting his class outfit because he was "busy". C: Techniques are litteraly the warriors "magic" that break as they told us in their introduction "the word rule" i don't know why you would refuse learning it. It's not like choosing fast travel who was just a teleport for a non magic focused class.
I agree with Euphemia. Overlord has S in Strength and he did beat the Paladin and other enemies with martial prowess rather than pure magic. It IS one of his strengths and it would be stupid to neglect it and not build on it if he has such potential in it. Being good in many things is often better than being just a master of one. Especially since we saw enemies like the Twins being able to counter raw magic quite effectively and spellcasters like Nodens or Frea are weak against close combat fighters. So even if magic remains his specialty, him being a good martial fighter should prove very useful both to avoid the typical spellcaster weaknesses and exploit it in others.
The warriors perks just sounded imo, pretty inflexible and like they would not change much. Gaining piecing to some of the physical damage or the glorified inventory (changing equipment) seems a bit pointless. Maybe there will be an actual good perk later or I don't remember it's perks perfectly. Another good chapter btw.
This chapter is a masterpiece. This whole novel is a masterpiece. The dialogue between Eole and Euphemia was incredible. The more I read, the more I love this story. Thank you, Void! And sorry for your loss.
TWENTY THIRD!!
Thanks for the chapter!!! Eole a saint??? saint of the shifters!!?? P.S.: May your family member rest in peace and have a good time in heaven.
Specialization is for wimps. A god has access to all forms of power and doesn't discriminate. Think about it. Maybe you love hamburgers, but would you not get tired of eating one every day? Some days you want to fry your enemies with lightning, others you want to cleave them in Twain with an axe. Life is about the abundance yeah? Or maybe I should put it in terms you degenerates can understand. Some days you want a hot young shifter with the voice of an angel, other days you want the mature experience of a magical milf. A true overlord has it all!
I could not quite understand you at first, but thanks to the final sentence I finally got the point and I agree with you.
I know what you feel, man. I recently had to go to pay my respects too to the mother of my stepfather (so basically, kind of an acquired grandmother?). It was a surreal experience, and although I have had the displeasure of going more than once, it always is like the first time. My condolences, mate.
Damn, Eole didn’t hold back on Euphemia
TFTC. I’m sorry for your loss, it is pretty strange.
Thanks for the chapter
Sorry for your loss
A very good chapter. The characters were well developed and we finally understand them better.
Simon should just execute the haters, and double down on magic. who cares about ooga-booga warrior brutes, when a real spell caster has UNLIMTED-POWAHHHHH. aka lightning spells for da win
But then what happens when the ooga-booga warrior brutes bring an anti UNLIMITED POWAHHHH charm.
Actually, she's right, Overlord has an S-rank strength, wasting it is a shame. The best thing would be the ability to learn techniques, to be able to use multiple weapons.
agreed!
Looking forward to whatever 'truth' Simon finds. I'm sure Euphemia and Maestro won't be fans. Which makes it better.
I lost my grandmother a few years ago and I know the feeling. I knew her for all my life and suddenly her body was there but she would never scream at us to do chores or comfort us when we cried. My condolences.
Peak
Tftc
Thank you for the chapter. I’ll pray for your relative. Sorry about your loss.
Even Euphemia agrees that he should diversify but nooo people want full magic lmfao. This is the fourth time void is hinting to pick up technique
Techniques, spells, prayers, edicts, artificates, perks… he has to be great at all. A pure focus spellcrafter-build will see him run into the same problems as the previous Overlords. Simon has to cover all his bases and he has the unique advantage of being able to do just that at the start of each reign. The more bases he covers, the harder it’ll be to kill him, and the more convoluted such plan to do so will be. That’ll introduce a lot of point of failures and make it so that only the perfect execution will have to work.
The greatest appeal of power is 2 things, the first is impunity and the second is the ability to enforce the concept of rules for thee not for me
TFTC
I am here to read.
Not first
Yippee
My drugs have been delivered! Thank you! Also my condolences about your loss.