The Crown Prince Who Raises Alt Characters

#Chapter 392 Tyrant (19) - The Individual VS The Collective A 6th Rank who uses only the sword. A 6th Rank who uses both sword and magic. At a glance, it seems like the latter would be far more capable and powerful. But, in the realm of actual experts, the latter doesn't actually receive such a high evaluation. Because a human only has one body and one mind. Emitting aura while using magic at the same time? Then wouldn't you become even stronger if you poured the mana you'd use for magic into your aura instead? You say that if mana is left over anyway, investing it only into aura lowers the cost-efficiency? Then shouldn't you spend the time you'd use growing your magic on training that raises your aura's cost-efficiency instead? Assuming the same talent and the same amount of time, between someone who spent a year purely on the sword and someone who dug evenly into both sword and magic — which one would have the higher ceiling in swordsmanship? That's why so many of the world's strong fighters don't readily delve into systems like Spellsword or Paladin. To be precise, even if they do delve into it, they clearly distinguish between a main and a sub, like "strengthening the body with magic to swing a sword" or "imbuing Divine Power on a swordsmanship base." Because if you try to use both equally as your main, you end up with neither. Well, Alondre ignores all that and uses everything well at a main-class level, but even someone like Alondre has a gap proportional to the time he's invested. For example, to begin with, given the Empire's nature, Divine Power leans closer to ancestor worship and Hero worship rather than the gods of the Pantheon, so Alondre has had no occasion to come into contact with Divine Power and thus cannot use it, and things like music or horsemanship he also learned only to a minimal level of refinement (by Alondre's standards, of course) and stopped there. Because he needed that time to learn other things. And in the view of Trisha, who was the most versatile in the imperial family after Alondre, the advantages of a multi-system approach were clear. Knowing the opponent's system well makes it easier to respond? Compared to someone who delved into only one path, the ceiling might be lower but the responsiveness is better? Being skilled at creating variables? All of these are merely secondary issues. The essence is clear. "My goodness, how did you succeed on just the first try...!" "Ahem." That is: a master in any field is easy to seduce...! Look. Just half a day ago, Balduer's face had been gloomy with disillusionment about life, patriotism for a crumbling nation, and complicated feelings toward a young Imperial Princess — and now wasn't it glowing with color! "Master, Master, would you by chance permit me the audacity to comment on your swordsmanship?" If an ordinary disciple started offering this and that advice about their master's abilities from day one of training, they'd immediately be glared at as a hopeless brat, but [a_15-year-old_ultra-gorgeous_girl_born_in_the_imperial_family_with_genius-tier_talent.jpg] gets a pass. In that sense, the Republic's ideology of equality was truly a shame. If their plan succeeds, doesn't that mean all of the following would vanish too: the Imperial Princess who's naturally ignorant of the world to a degree that makes you wonder how she ever survived in the imperial family; the villainess duke's daughter who grumbles yet craves attention; the Marquis family's mastermind young lady whose face falls into shadow whenever the people around her vanish; the Count family's knight girl who insists on being seen as a warrior yet secretly loves being treated like a girl anyway; the upstart Baron family's merchant girl who's always calculating profit and margins yet showers the protagonist with freebies; the countryside Baronet's childhood-friend girl who digs potatoes alongside you, saying nobility's just a name anyway; and the widowed noble lady overflowing with suspiciously abundant allure after losing her husband, among others? At this point, wouldn't that be a great loss for humanity? "Ha ha, they say one can even learn something from a beggar on the street or a child in the yard. How could I draw lines of superiority and inferiority in teaching?" Trisha knew that this very Balduer, back in his original world, had once beaten a younger knight-order junior to a pulp on a rainy day for strutting around giving him unsolicited advice, but she didn't bother pointing it out. Anyway, he was going to listen to what she had to say now. What followed was simple. Trisha knew Balduer — the one who had served as the Crown Prince's teacher, and who talked about pursuing the still-unattained art of cutting space next, a man who'd risen to a level that made him less a swordsman than practically an eccentric sage. And she had watched how he wielded his sword, and had also overheard, in passing, the lessons he gave the Crown Prince. Of course, normally, even having seen and heard it, one could neither reproduce it nor explain it. In fact, even for Trisha, immediately copying it the way Alondre did was difficult. But she was capable enough to 'explain' it. The result. "I see, so that's what lightning is, what flame is — ah, Balduer, you fool. How could I have thought the sword had limits. If something cannot be cut physically, then one need only cut its essence...!" A 6th Rank levels up. Not quite reaching the level Trisha originally knew, but enough to have a definite impact on the battlefield. And since Trisha considered herself something like a budget-model Crown Prince, she went on, in the same way the Crown Prince had, to seduce other 6th Rank masters as well and pour knowledge into them. After all, the Crown Prince's network of teachers was close to being the very cream of the Empire. The noble coalition centered on the dukes clung on for dear life — for the sake of future glory, and to survive the revolutionary fervor that vowed to hang every last noble — and the bureaucratic apparatus and local administration that had been set up as a foundation early in the reign gradually began to show their worth, too. And yet, even so, the war situation grew increasingly unfavorable. Because, in a sense, the revolutionary army possessed a weapon far more formidable than its military capability or its sheer massive weight class. "People of the Empire! No — proud citizens of Eizern! Now, fight against oppression! Break your chains and struggle for your freedom!!" "Nathan! Nathan! Nathan!" "Long live the Republic!! Long live freedom and equality!!" "Now let's live better than those damned nobles too!!" Ideology. The reason the National Army was also called the Revolutionary Army, or the Liberation Army. Once the Republic's forces occupied an area and began their propaganda campaign, no small number of the young people there would join the National Army. To some extent, it was unavoidable. During Mihail's fourteen years of rule, the people of the Empire had seen the very bottom of autocracy and the class system. It had now been three months since the Emperor's enthronement. No matter how insanely fast the Emperor's pace of reform was, no matter how much fervent support he'd won by beheading the existing vested interests at his coronation, the physical gap in time was simply too great. No — if anything, the Republic's generals were even quietly astonished. "Is this all the volunteers we have? It's barely thirty percent of the territory's young population." "Well, there are more people than expected who either support the Emperor or are taking a wait-and-see attitude." "...So that's why His Excellency told us to hurry as much as possible. That Emperor truly cannot be left alone for long." "Wouldn't local conscription be better instead? Considering the Empire's population, it would become an enormous army." "No. His Excellency's directive is that gathering them that way would only increase the number of deserters. Well, fine. Don't have the volunteers fight the Imperial people directly — use them as rear-support personnel as much as possible." The Republic pressed forward. The Empire was gradually pushed back, yet held on tenaciously. And, at last. "...So this really was possible." "Ha ha. I never imagined that at this age, I'd be able to create such a masterpiece." Tower Master Kirie Eldenhausen. Alchemist Chelleno Boriel. The two of them gazed at the object before them with faces full of wonder. Fifty meters across in both width and length. A massive table that occupied roughly seventy percent of the total area by itself, even though it took up an entire sizable room of the Imperial Palace. On the table's surface, the fluid metal Chelleno had created moved ceaselessly, rendering the terrain and troop formations, while the familiars Kirie had summoned — stripped of combat ability and pushed to the extreme in mana efficiency — roamed through the air, and the information they perceived was instantly reflected in the terrain and troop formations. The myriad movements unfolding across the sprawling table were more than an ordinary person could take in at a glance, and even if they could see it, merely watching would be enough to make them dizzy — but it didn't matter. Because the master of this table was that Emperor anyway. And that didn't simply mean the Emperor was the one using it. The abilities of the two mages had gone into making the magic tool, but the one who had actually produced the detailed blueprint of how to arrange it, how to fuse it, and how to operate it, was the Emperor. "Then, let's begin command." The Emperor's eyes swiftly swept across the battlefield. And just like the officials, the aide personnel who could receive the Emperor's will directly inside their minds each aimed their Laser Magic Tool, in accordance with the Emperor's will, at the piece under their respective charge. The moment the red laser emitted from the rod touched the 'piece' representing troops at each position, in reality too, the bird-type familiar nearest to that piece would descend to the commander of that unit and deliver the order. "Charge toward the front at full strength without resting." "Mobilize all firepower and pour magical bombardment onto the forest directly to the right front." "Withdraw from there right now and hide in the marshland to the rear." The Emperor could not personally maintain communication with every commander on the front line. Beyond the question of whether the Emperor's processing capacity could keep up, even just having them return to the main camp and dispatching them again, or the mana expenditure required to maintain that enormous number of communication lines, was simply unmanageable. But what if, here, he stationed about a dozen or so agents who could receive the Emperor's thoughts immediately, and had each of them issue orders to their respective units? "Didn't they say the enemy's units have capable commanders carrying out operations freely at the corps level?" The Emperor said. "Then I'll control this side down to the company level." Even at a glance, it was insane talk. Because the scale of the current clash between the Empire and the Republic exceeded several hundred thousand on both sides. Controlling soldiers in units of a hundred under those circumstances? And not just on one battlefield, but across the entire Empire? But the Emperor didn't care. If their weapon was the tide of the times. If it was the "aspirations of countless ordinary people." Then shouldn't the Empire's Emperor meet it in a way befitting the Empire? The heroes of the revolution declared: an individual cannot defeat a collective. To this, the tyrant answers. I win.