Do Your Own Revolution-Chapter 170

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Screech—!

Along with a beam of light, a knight wearing a snow-white uniform collapsed lifelessly.

An automaton guarding the Korhonen domain.

The steel doll’s magical power shot had pierced through the heart of one knight.

“Urk! Kuh!”

The knight of House Count Reznov began trembling while foaming at the mouth.

However, that lasted only a moment before an astonishing scene unfolded.

Sizzle……!

Like a balloon inflating, flesh began filling the hole in the knight’s chest.

The wound where his heart had been pierced vanished without a trace, and the knight who had been hit by the magical power shot raised his sword as if nothing had happened.

Clang—!

The knight of House Count Reznov pressed against the automaton while his imprint glowed.

In his empty eyes, no emotion could be read except the instinct to fight.

“As expected of my children. They’re doing very well.”

As the battle raged between the endlessly regenerating knights and the steel dolls,

Count Reznov, who had received reports of the battle situation, hurried his steps with a satisfied expression.

Count Reznov, a master of Imperial medicine.

This young magic noble, not yet forty, referred to the mages under his command not as knights but as children.

The reason was simple.

The moment the knighting ceremony ended, the Count erased the knight’s personality through surgery, turning them into living dolls.

Dolls that neither resist nor rebel.

Knights who absolutely obey his commands.

However, such a vicious method was considered blasphemous by orthodox nobles like Drexler and Sutherland.

‘Old men who can’t read the times.’

‘When Lord Elcryer was alive, things were at least a bit more breathable.’

What particularly interested this Count were the automatons guarding the Korhonen domain.

Those machines made in factories using mana cores had something in common with his processed ‘children.’

That’s why initially, Count Reznov had considered Margrave Korhonen as one of his ‘kind.’

A heretic who felt limited by living humans.

And who couldn’t tolerate the uncertainty of personality.

The one and only person with an open mindset who despised the worthless value called morality.

Thinking like that, there was even a time when he had respected him.

However…

‘Rather, it was the opposite.’

When he had faced Margrave Korhonen in the past, he was completely different from his expectations.

No, not just different, but merely an old man trapped in outdated ways of thinking.

Automatons are just tools to protect the domain’s people?

They were created to minimize casualties in battles against monsters?

Hearing those words, Count Reznov couldn’t help but feel greatly angered.

Korhonen’s highly advanced mechanical engineering and his magic imprint [Steel Puppeteer] that controlled numerous automatons.

To use such brilliant technology that even he couldn’t help but admire for the measly purpose of protecting domain residents.

It was nothing short of throwing jewels into a sewage tank, an incomprehensibly foolish act.

Therefore, Count Reznov thought.

‘If that’s the case, hand it over to me.’

If he, Cesar Reznov, who would open new horizons in magic, possessed that technology.

So many things that were unimaginable until now would become possible!

Having made up his mind, he joined the Round Table and swiftly carried out his plan.

He completely isolated Korhonen, who had been rising alongside the Emperor.

Ruined his plans.

Thoroughly destroyed those who believed in and followed him, completely shattering their once-solid power base.

But despite all that…

‘Kassel Korhonen. I failed to take his imprint.’

Just before his downfall, Korhonen had submitted to the magic nobles and became a member of the Round Table.

While they achieved their goal of stopping the Emperor’s reforms, his hidden objective remained unfulfilled.

All that remained was to steal the imprint the moment the Margrave died.

However, Eugene Lorentz.

The waves he created had provided this perfect opportunity.

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“I didn’t want a confrontation like this… but it can’t be helped.”

One couldn’t let such a rare opportunity slip by.

While thinking this.

Swish-

A knight who had approached silently whispered in his ear.

“Target. Found.”

“Oh?”

Reznov smiled slightly at those words and quickened his pace.

Where he was walking was the center of the Korhonen mansion.

There, automatons that had tried to protect the mansion lay broken and scattered.

***

“It was a mistake to deploy the entire Knight Order to the front, Lord Korhonen.”

Taking advantage of the chaotic battle situation, Count Reznov, who had infiltrated the castle interior alone,

Met the Margrave and looked down at him with a triumphant smile.

With his face hidden behind a mask, his expression couldn’t be confirmed.

However, in the Margrave’s eyes as he looked at him, undisguisable confusion could be felt.

“You severed the connection.”

“Yes. Judging by your reaction, it seems the spell I prepared worked quite well.”

Speaking thus, the Count looked at the knight standing at attention beside him.

After completely removing his face, mechanical devices had been attached in its place.

From the knight’s body, waves that blocked the magical power connection between the Margrave and his dolls were emanating.

All that remained now was to capture the Margrave and steal his imprint.

If he did that, Korhonen’s automaton army would fall into his hands.

“Even if you kill me, you won’t be able to stop the Empire’s transformation.”

“I know. That’s precisely why I came here.”

“…Do you plan to hold out here against the Kalhyram Army?”

“You see right through me.”

The Count spoke in a courteous and gentle voice.

Kassel’s eyes narrowed behind his mask.

“And after the siege?”

“Through negotiations with Eugene Lorentz, who will become the Empire’s master… I shall make this land an independent nation.”

Words declaring betrayal against Buckenheim, the head of the Round Table.

Though it was a shocking statement, there was no hesitation in the Count’s words.

“The Round Table has already lost its cause, so I have no reason to cooperate any further.”

“……”

“The Empire’s transformation is inevitable. Rather than foolishly resisting, making appropriate compromises would be the wise choice.”

Moreover, thinking about it, Eugene Lorentz was someone who had reached the realm of seven stroke at a young age like himself.

He would be much more reasonable to deal with than an outdated group like the Round Table, so from his perspective, this situation wasn’t bad at all.

“For that reason, I have a proposition for the Margrave, who has connections with Eugene Lorentz.”

“A proposition?”

“Hand over your imprint and transfer the governance rights of the Korhonen domain to me.”

If you do that, your life and your daughter’s… Lady Reina’s life will be safe.

When he mentioned the name of his only daughter, the sound of teeth grinding could be heard from behind the Margrave’s mask.

“Are you trying to threaten me?”

“No? Rather, I make this proposal because I respect the Margrave.”

The Count shook his head slightly and said.

“Using House Reznov’s medical technology, we might even be able to cure your daughter’s legs.”

At the mention of curing his daughter’s illness, the Margrave fell silent for a moment.

Count Reznov spoke with a pleased smile.

“How about pushing forward with a marriage while we’re at it?”

“…Marriage.”

“Yes! House Korhonen and House Reznov. Let’s create a new nation in the North by combining our powers!”

As if intoxicated by his own words, the Count’s voice grew increasingly excited.

“Korhonen’s industrial technology and resources. Combined with Reznov’s capital and medical technology.”

“……”

“When these come together, we’ll create a powerful nation that no one can ignore.”

Was he at a loss for words at this unexpected proposal?

After remaining silent for a long while, the Margrave finally opened his mouth slowly.

“Then, let me ask one thing.”

Has he become willing to talk?

Thinking this, Cesar responded with a dignified gesture.

“Anything.”

“If I were to accept your proposal, what kind of country would you want to create?”

“Such an obvious question.”

Reznov answered immediately.

“What I want to create is a perfect nation.”

“Perfect?”

The Count nodded and said.

“Look back at the history the Empire has walked.”

“……”

“Emperor. Common nobles. Magic nobles. Revolutionary Army. Amidst numerous ideologies and conflicts of interest, hasn’t it faced crisis after crisis, ultimately falling prey to the petty schemes of the Republic?”

Irrational chaos continues to eat away at the Empire’s strength.

Speaking thus, the Count maintained his smile and continued.

“But I’m different.”

“How so?”

“Through the Count house’s technology, I’ve found the answer to transform the world.”

That answer is these children.

Saying this, the Count pointed to the knight standing behind him.

“Bio-machines that don’t question, don’t rebel, and don’t even think.”

“Humans processed into the most efficient form, stripped of unnecessary things like rights and happiness!”

One for all.

All for one.

How prosperous would a nation be under this absolute and immutable value.

“……”

Looking at Reznov who spoke thus, Kassel remained silent for a while.

“Pft!”

Finally, he burst out laughing, unable to contain himself.

“Kuh, kuhah! Kuhahaha-!”

“…?”

What’s so funny?

Seeming to sense the Count’s suspicious gaze, the Margrave managed to suppress his laughter and spoke.

“You despise magic nobles as old and sick, yet you resemble nobility more than anyone else.”

“Margrave. What are you……”

“No? In terms of denying free will itself, you’re even worse than that Buckenheim! Kuhahaha-!”

The continuous laughter ceased, and the Margrave’s eyes changed.

“You… that’s right.”

Still seated, Kassel’s eyes as he looked at Count Reznov.

It was the same contemptuous look nobles typically gave to insignificant things.

“You’re not a noble, but a vulgar clown.”

“…What did you say?”

“Claiming to erase the outdated old generation, yet your solution is a world of emotionless dolls? A world where all possibilities are killed, leaving only a single will? Nonsense.”

The Margrave’s voice that followed was incomparably colder than before.

“What you’ve spoken of is nothing more than childish delusions that even a three-year-old wouldn’t entertain.”

“…!”

Bang–!

Along with the sound of grinding teeth, a sword embedded itself right next to Kassel’s head.

“If you wish to die so badly, I’ll grant that wish.”

Reznov’s voice was filled with rage.

“But, not yet.”

With palpable killing intent, the Count slowly opened his mouth while looking at Kassel.

“I’ll steal your imprint and use your dolls to kill every resident of Korhonen.”

Let’s see if you can still be so arrogant then.

Speaking thus, the Count rolled up the right sleeve of the powerless Margrave to extract his imprint.

“…Huh?”

Upon seeing the Margrave’s imprint, he looked at the Count’s face with an expression of disbelief.

“What is this?”

“Kuk, kukkuk… Kukkukkuk……”

As if finding this situation incredibly amusing, the Margrave let out a laugh.

Seemingly angered by this, Reznov shouted in an enraged voice.

“Why is the seven stroke imprint completely destroyed-!”

At that moment.

Whoosh-!

Simultaneous magical power communications came in from the knights waiting at the domain’s outskirts.

Communications reporting that the Korhonen automatons they had been facing.

Had started moving again.

“What… what is this…!”

“You said it yourself.”

That you spent a long time preparing to take the automatons from me.

Kassel, not batting an eye even at the Count’s attack that had come close enough to touch,

“I did the same.”

Speaking thus, he opened his mouth with a refreshed expression.

“While you were scheming to steal my imprint, I used this magic imprint as a basis to create mass-produced imprints.”

“Mass-produced?”

“Yes. I owe Eugene quite a bit for this.”

The mass production system for magic imprints established by Keiren.

The technology to mass-produce lower imprints by decomposing the original seven stroke imprint to the brink of collapse.

Korhonen, who had gained breathing room after conquering the Northern Rift, began producing magic imprints by adopting this technology.

“And this magic imprint that was exploited to the brink of collapse in the process.”

Collapsed completely while receiving Count Reznov’s spell.

In other words, the [Steel Puppeteer] that the Count had been aiming for disappeared the moment his plan was executed.

“Then, continuing this conversation with me until now was……”

“Obviously to buy time. What other reason would I have to keep listening to your pathetic delusions?”

Korhonen’s magical power awakened ones equipped with mass-produced imprints.

He had bought time to connect their minds with the automatons.

And now that all the dolls’ magical power connections were complete.

To steal control of the automatons, one would have to find every magical power awakened one hidden throughout the domain and sever their connections one by one.

“Thanks to you, Korhonen has truly become the land of the Northern people.”

“…!”

“Not depending on a single hero, but allowing them to determine the future of this land themselves.”

“You…!”

Count Reznov, grinding his teeth, immediately pulled out the sword embedded in the wall.

To think you’ve been playing me from the start.

The enraged Count Reznov swung his sword at the Margrave without hesitation.

“Too late.”

Clang-!

What blocked his attack was an automaton with an appearance different from ordinary units.

“This?!”

When his sword strike was blocked, the startled Count immediately created distance.

‘My attack was blocked? By a mere automaton?’

Though it was a non-combat imprint, it was still seven stroke.

It shouldn’t be something that an automaton made of metal could block.

How?

As the Count stood dumbfounded thinking this,

“And that child is another possibility born from my decision.”

Along with the Margrave’s words, someone appeared behind the Count.

“Surrender, Count Reznov.”

A girl sitting in a wheelchair, emanating a six stroke imprint.

“This is your defeat.”

It was Reina Korhonen, the next ruler of Korhonen.

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