Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 498: Ende’s Spring – Conclusion

The Obelisk soldiers were detained and imprisoned. The public officials were placed under house arrest, and only beastkin roamed freely in Obeli. Among them, the largest group consisted of the pig beastkin, who had successfully led the revolution.

Considering that not a single pig beastkin had previously been allowed in Obeli, the world had turned completely upside down overnight. The only ones displeased with the situation were the now-minority humans, while the lower strata overflowed with joy and satisfaction. From a utilitarian perspective, Ende had become a paradise.

Of course, there were minor exceptions among humans—ones so insignificant they could be ignored. There was Duke Erectus, who had miraculously escaped amidst the chaos, and then there was me, walking freely as a recognized contributor to the revolution, alongside the regressor, a guest of this upheaval.

So, what were the regressor and I doing?

“You call yourself a magician! You said you cut off trouble at its roots! Then what the hell is this mess?!”

Hmm. The biggest challenge had arrived—convincing the regressor, who was flustered by the unexpected turn of events. If I failed to persuade her, she would undoubtedly force Ende back to "normal," even if it meant resorting to extreme measures.

But as they say, forgiveness is easier than permission. What’s done is done.

“Shei, I originally intended to help Ende. That’s why I operated as a magician, dismantling the pig beastkin’s schemes from the ground up.”

“Dismantling? It looks to me like you helped them instead.”

“That’s because the pig beastkin refused to give up. Look at their protest back then.”

If Orcma’s desires had been purely for personal gain, they would have despaired and fled the moment I obstructed them. But their aspirations didn’t end so easily. With all other options cut off, they resorted to the most primal method—direct action.

“I severed Orcma’s limbs, tightened their financial noose, and even pulled out their fangs, yet they still took to the streets with their bare bodies. This wasn’t something I orchestrated—it was already fractured from the start. The cracks had simply been hidden.”

“So you didn’t plan for this from the beginning?”

“Even if I had, none of this would’ve been possible unless thousands of people had risen up. I don’t have the ability to control that many people.”

“Hmm...”

[Well, the discrimination between humans and beastkin has always existed. Ende was always at the forefront of that struggle. Whether things went well or not, the discrimination itself never disappeared...]

She was almost convinced. As expected, old wisdom never fails. If I had tried to seek permission first, I would have missed the golden opportunity.

“Besides, there’s a more important reason.”

“And what is that?”

“Looking at Ende’s current state, I figured this was the best way to catch the King of Wolves.”

The Obelisk soldiers, made up mostly of internal energy warriors from vassal states, were undeniably strong. But at the end of the day, they were just a security force for a border city. Against the mysterious King of Wolves, a single warlord like Grull was far more useful than all of Obelisk.

“That’s... not wrong.”

I might seem reckless, but compared to the regressor? Not even close. To her, this level of chaos was relatively minor. She only scrutinized it because I was the one who caused it.

In the end, the regressor agreed with my reasoning.

“Since I’m here, we’ll be able to kill the King of Wolves without issue. That’s why I didn’t want to create unnecessary variables... But, well, the city’s power remains intact, so whatever.”

“At the end of the day, all we need to do is take down the King of Wolves.”

“As long as you remember that, I don’t care.”

[Can inexperienced pig beastkin really govern a city? Will the vassal states just stand by and watch?]

There were some concerns, but the regressor wasn’t the type to dwell on long-term consequences.

[If worst comes to worst, I’ll just regress!]

With the standard mindset of a regressor, she dismissed the matter entirely.

I was a magician. A vigilante who had, even if briefly, pushed Orcma to the brink of collapse and restored order to the city.

Not every pig beastkin in Obeli knew me, but every pig beastkin in Orcma certainly did. However, their reaction to me was quite different from the resentment and hostility they showed toward the public officials.

For the most part, they regarded me with fear, dread, and sheer bewilderment.

“The magician?”

“Why the hell is he here?”

Urukfang, the key figure of the revolution.

Boncrak, who unchained Obeli and welcomed the pig beastkin inside.

Gulta, who immediately secured carriages and horses, taking control of Obeli’s logistics.

Halphana, who repurposed the plaza and city hall into lodging for the pig beastkin.

I was the shadow orchestrating this revolution, the mastermind acknowledged by all of these key players.

“Hello~. May I come in?”

I approached Urukfang, who was guarding the plaza alongside Boncrak and Gulta, and waved.

The response was dramatic.

Boncrak’s face went pale, and he immediately ran away.

Gulta pretended not to see me and busied himself repairing a carriage.

Harsh. I wasn’t even a ghost.

At least Urukfang, who had never faced me directly, merely looked wary as he welcomed me.

“...Sniff. Welcome, magician. Come inside.”

“Is there someone inside?”

“Grull, the High Chieftain, the elders, and the clan leaders of Obeli have gathered. They’re trying to make sense of this situation.”

Urukfang let out a loud snort, then spoke with a sense of self-importance.

“There was some discussion about whether it was appropriate for a human like you to be here. The members of Orcma were more wary of you than expected, so I had to convince them.”

“All I did was break you out of prison, yet you’re so considerate.”

“Sniff. A mercenary’s code—we never leave a debt unpaid.”

[If he’s such a dangerous figure, it’s better to keep him close and observe him. Sniff, they’re all just scared.]

Urukfang averted his gaze from me and subtly glanced at the regressor.

[Besides... with that around, harming him would be difficult anyway. What is she? Her internal energy is one thing, but her very presence feels unnatural. It’s making my fur stand on end. Would Grull be able to beat her?]

As his thoughts stretched on, the regressor shot a sharp glare at him.

“What are you looking at?”

“...I wasn’t looking.”

Flinching, Urukfang quickly turned his gaze away and gestured for me to enter.

“The meeting is starting soon. Go on inside, magician.”

“Got it. Good luck~.”

I cheerfully greeted him before heading into the plaza with the regressor and Azzy.

Behind me, I could still hear Urukfang’s frustrated thoughts.

[Wait a minute. I’m a guard. It’s my job to look at people entering. Why am I getting scolded for it?]

The regressor and I headed toward Obeli’s plaza.

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Though we had visited before, the atmosphere was completely different.

The stone seats, nothing more than slabs without armrests, formed a circle with a podium at its center—designed to focus the audience’s attention on the speaker. Last time, the atmosphere had been calm and concentrated, despite the crowd. But now, the plaza was filled with excitement and electrified tension.

The pig beastkin, simply sitting in a place they had never dreamed of reaching, were so exhilarated that they snorted loudly. In contrast, the other beastkin of Obeli, unsettled by the sudden shift in power, stiffened their ears and tails, remaining silent.

“...We have many guests today, so it looks like this will be a long meeting.”

Despite the unrest, Mayor Treavor continued the meeting with the calm voice characteristic of an old man.

“First, I extend a warm welcome to the High Chieftain of the Beast Faction, who has come all the way to Ende. We had planned a grand banquet in your honor, but...”

Treavor’s gaze landed on an empty seat.

The only representative from the Beast Faction attending the meeting, a bull beastkin, crossed his arms and spoke.

“The High Chieftain will not be attending.”

“Is that acceptable?”

“We are the Beast Faction. Ende’s internal affairs are none of our concern. Just feed us, sort it out among yourselves, and report back to us later—that’s his message.”

It was Grull’s way of drawing a line between the Beast Faction and Ende. Some of the pig beastkin grumbled in dissatisfaction, but Mayor Treavor simply nodded.

“Understood. Then, let us move on to the next speaker.”

Mayor Treavor stepped aside for a young pig beastkin.

Standing proudly on the podium, she gazed around with deep emotion. Though they had taken Obeli by force, she understood all too well the hardships it had taken to reach this point.

“I am Poyna, Chieftain of the Red Hammer Tribe! I spearheaded this march! And thanks to your generosity, I stand here representing the chieftains of Orcma.”

The female pig beastkin, now the face of Orcma, spoke with confidence.

“First and foremost, our march was meant to end the rampant discrimination and hatred against pig beastkin in Ende. We had no intention of attacking public officials, nor do we seek to sever ties with the vassal states. As fellow beings who believe in the same gods and live on the same land, we do not wish for a relationship of predator and prey! This was merely a struggle to stand on equal footing.”

“...A bit too aggressive to be called that, wasn’t it?”

A dog beastkin of Obeli muttered, but quickly shrank back when several pig beastkin shot him glares.

Poyna, seeing his fearful reaction, smiled in satisfaction.

“Some may say that. But this wouldn’t have happened if there weren’t deep-rooted hatred in the first place. Erectus... that cruel official provoked us. If he hadn’t, this march could have ended without bloodshed.”

With a smirk, Poyna continued.

“No, in fact, we should thank him for giving us a reason to act.”

Laughter rippled through the plaza. The pig beastkin, now victors, expressed their emotions freely.

“Orcma has no intention of ruling or exploiting Ende. Life in Ende and Obeli will continue as usual. We will only implement a few measures to put an end to hatred and discrimination. Aside from that, your lives will remain unchanged.”

Poyna bit her lip slightly before adding,

“...Except for Duke Erectus.”

“Put a bounty on him!”

“Form a tracking party to hunt him down!”

“Whoever captures him will receive all his wealth and power!”

Whew. Looks like he really pissed them off. Whether it was the regressor or the enraged pig beastkin, nothing could have stopped that mouth from bringing disaster.

Keeping him alive had been the right choice. If the regressor had truly scolded him back then, none of this would have ignited in the first place.

“Anyway, all clan leaders of Obeli, instruct your people not to panic and to focus on their livelihoods. That concludes my speech—”

“What about the King of Wolves?”

Poyna had not called on her, but the regressor interrupted sharply.

“Right now, the King of Wolves is the most urgent issue. That’s why the Beast Faction came here. Do you have any plans to deal with him?”

The elated atmosphere cooled as they were forced to confront reality. Some pig beastkin shot the regressor annoyed glances, but she was not the kind to care.

Until now, neither Poyna nor the others had paid any attention to us. Only now, as she realized a human was present, did Poyna furrow her brow and ask,

“Who is this human?”

The elders of Obeli exchanged silent glances, hesitant to speak.

Mayor Treavor answered in their stead.

“He is the one from the outskirts estate. Recommended by the Purple Trade Syndicate and the one who brought the King of Dogs. A man of immense wealth, recognized as a warrior by High Chieftain Grull. He remains in Ende to fight the King of Wolves.”

“Ah, the one from the rumors...”

The Purple Trade Syndicate—Ende’s vassal states’ merchant guild. Recognizing that his status was not ordinary, Poyna responded with a slightly more reserved tone.

“The King of Wolves is indeed an important matter. However, there are countless urgent issues we must address first. The revolution hasn’t even lasted a full /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ day yet. We need time to stabilize the chaos.”

“The King of Wolves won’t wait for you.”

“We haven’t even had a proper meal yet. Let us eat first and then discuss with the military leader. Where is Obeli’s military commander?”

Once again, Mayor Treavor answered.

“That would be Lord Sapien. He is currently receiving medical treatment in prison.”

“Ah.”

At the mention of Obelisk’s strongest official and most powerful figure, Poyna hesitated.

Sapien was a daunting opponent. Given enough time, he could take down all of Orcma with his bare hands. He had many followers among the beastkin as well. Releasing him, even slightly, could spell disaster. But killing him outright would provoke the vassal states. He was an untouchable hot potato.

All Poyna could do was stall for time, hoping the issue would resolve itself.

“Sniff. Once he recovers... we will call him and resume preparations.”

“You’d better.”

Regardless of Poyna’s intentions, demanding immediate solutions from newly crowned leaders was unrealistic. The regressor let it slide—not out of mercy, but because she knew Obelisk’s plan wasn’t much to begin with.

As she sat back down, Poyna’s expression brightened. Not only had she dodged a difficult question, but something outside the plaza had caught her attention.

“Just in time... food is here.”

Led by Halpha the matron, sturdy orc workers carried in massive cauldrons and large slabs of meat. The delicious aroma filled the plaza, making the hungry pig beastkin salivate.

The other beastkin of Obeli, who were less starved, looked uncomfortable.

“Eating in the plaza?”

“If you can find a better place to feed all these orcs, go ahead. Will you lend us your dining tables?”

Snapping back, Poyna called the pig beastkin forward to fill their plates. They shoved one another in a scramble for food, some even dropping it onto the ground.

For some, food that touched the ground was inedible.

But to the pig beastkin, the ground was just another plate. Without hesitation, they scooped the food back up with their hands, treating it like treasure.

“No need to pick up what fell! Come get a fresh serving!”

Poyna shouted, but old habits die hard. When the pig beastkin dispersed, the ground was left spotless—only damp traces remained.

As they devoured their meals, completely ignoring the meeting, Poyna raised her plate like a toast.

“Kurul ta luk. May Ende have a better tomorrow.”

“Kurul, ugh! Ta luk!”

Most didn’t respond. They were too busy stuffing their faces.

Pathetic or tragic? Maybe both.

Oh, right. I hadn’t eaten yet either.

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“It’s free food. Want some, Shei?”

“No.”

“Woof! Woof woof!”

“Yeah, I’ll get yours too.”

A taste of free food never hurt.

...And with that, Ende’s spring arrived, carrying the taste of beef.