Semi-Coercive Imperialist-Chapter 26: The Effectiveness of the Law (2)
Tickβ tickβ
The clock in the interrogation room ticked. I gazed at it quietly.
Tickβ tickβ π³ππ²ππ¨ππ―πππ§ππΉ.π°πΌπ
I closed my eyes in silence. I try speaking to the thing inside my body.
Thumpβ thumpβ
There is no reply, but the virus is still pulsing.
Thumpβ
Tickβ
The unit of the pulse is one second.
The two rhythms overlap precisely.
Clack.
The door opened. At last, Adria came out of the interrogation room. She looked at me and smiled brightly.
βAnother case closed, Knight Maximilian.β
Adria is a core member of the Revolutionary forces. While I was drafting a general statement report, she had probably gone ahead to act first, but she wouldn't have pulled anything too reckless. In the heart of the Sentinel Knight Order, even someone like her would have to tread carefully.
To them, Adria is hundreds of times more valuable than a contact like Daniel.
βThank you.β
βI tried stirring things up, but his mouth is tightly shut.β
Adria has some sort of degree in socio-dissident crime psychology or something like that. Probably got it just to make contact with the Revolutionary forces herself in situations like this.
βYes. Let me try.β
βAlright. Get whatever you can out of him.β
Adria left the room, and I entered as if switching places with her.
On the other side of the cold metal table, Daniel sat in handcuffs.
βFirst of all... quite a lot of evidence was found at your place. Everything from coded messages that require decryption to high-powered explosives.β
β.......β
Daniel said nothing.
Tap. Tap.
I tapped the table with my fingers and looked at him. From my own past experience as a detainee, the most frightening weapon was always silence.
β.......β
Sweat formed on Danielβs temples. His lips were dry and cracked.
I calmly adjusted my clothes.
And then, I opened my mouth.
βThose two people who were there with youβ they must be Revolutionary members too.β
A woman in her early to mid-thirties, and another in her mid to late teens. Ezenheim who had hidden by Danielβs side.
βNo!β
Daniel suddenly reacted sharply. I looked at him for a moment. The fierce tremble in his eyes was truly surprising.
βThey're not members of the Revolutionary forces.β
His tone was irritating.
βI alone-β
"Who said you could speak informally?"
β.......β
βLetβs at least keep things courteous.β
Daniel took a moment to catch his breath. Then, in a subdued voice, he continued.
β...Theyβre not members of the Revolutionary forces. They're immigrants who don't even speak the Empireβs language properly. They had overstayed their residency and were supposed to be deported... so I used them.β
I observed Danielβs expression. That face as he spoke of the two women. That saintly mindset trying to take all the blame upon himself.
β...That's strange.β
Come to think of it, his behavior was odd from the beginning. When I was about to open the hidden door, he lost his mind and fired a pistol. And even though he wasnβt Ezenheim, he was possessed by a degree of revolutionary fervor far too intense for an ordinary citizen of the Empire.
βBecause of you, now all the workers at the factory will fall under suspicion. Some of them might even be getting tortured right now.β
Workers who had done nothing wrong, who simply toiled day after day to earn money and feed their families.
The Empireβs police had arrested all of them. Because of Daniel, who had built a secret room in the factory inherited from his father.
βAnd yet you're only concerned about those two?β
He built the factory as a front to avoid suspicion, but instead of worrying about the workers, heβs heartbroken over two Ezenheim women.
β.......β
Danielβs expression froze over. I let out a hollow laugh.
"What a fucking emotion this is? You preach about liberation and revolution, some grand cause, but the only thing that really shakes you are just two people.β
It wasnβt revolution. It was love. It wasnβt a cause. It was an entirely personal matter.
No matter how misguided a belief may be, those who dedicate their lives to loyalty are given respect. But someone who is swayed by mere personal feelings becomes nothing more than a loser covered in shame and filth.
Only now do I understand why the Revolutionary forces looked at me the way they did before the regression.
They respected Sebestian, and they were disgusted by me.
βUnbelievable.β
I stood up from my seat and looked down at Daniel. Daniel clenched his fists tightly with his head bowed.
βItβs useless for you to deny being a member of the Revolutionary forces. The moment I identify someone as a Revolutionary, they become one.β
Daniel raised his gaze. His eyes were filled with a mix of resignation and anger.
βIn that case, I wonβt speak another word.β
β...Pfft.β
I let out a small laugh. Slowly, I stepped closer and leaned over the table.
βDonβt be mistaken.β
I whispered in a low voice.
βThe information you have was never needed in the first place.β
***
In the Empire, there exists a special judicial institution called the βKnight Courtβ. In truth, itβs closer to a procedure than an organization.
When the assigned knight submits collected evidence records and a written opinion on the case to a judge, the judge renders a verdict and sentencing based on that documentation.
All complicated and time-consuming processes like legal counsel or jury verdicts are entirely omitted.
The subjects are mainly those who hold dissatisfaction toward the Empire or pose a threat, anti-establishment individuals.
Investigative authority, prosecutorial power, and influence over sentencing. This is one of the reasons why knights are called the βSword of the Empireβ.
I wrote a case opinion on Daniel and the other two Ezenheim.
The charges were conspiracy to overthrow the Empire, illegal stay, membership and activity in the Revolutionary forces, and illegal manufacturing and possession of explosives.
The sentence recommendation: death penalty.
I scribbled it out with a logic of my own.
I got up from my chair. Just behind me was a window. The office for new knights was quite small.
But with this case, the budget would likely be increased, and the space would soon expand.
As a knight, performance is important. And to fully inherit Ebenholtz, Sebestianβs support is essential.
β.......β
I placed my hand near my collarbone.
And thought about this quietly pulsing virus.
The dimensional devourer summoned by Ezenheim. A fragment of that thing seeped into me and regressed along with me.
Though I'm forcibly carrying it with me, I donβt know what this thing's purpose is. Itβs hard to even gauge if itβs truly a sentient being.
One thing is certain, this thing consumes Ezenheims. And it helps me to vaguely understand the mana of the world.
Its existence itself seems to be composed of mana, but perhaps itβs some kind of cosmic substance that I canβt yet comprehend.
The conclusion is simple.
I need to learn more about mana, and uncover more.
***
Districts 40 through 44 of the Empire are slums. Because theyβre part of the Underground City area. However, right next to the Underground City lies an autonomous region, as if the two areas were back-to-back.
βZestfall.β
Originally, it was a normal 39th district of the Empire, but due to a concentration of uniquely creative mana engineering companies, prestigious universities, and magic towers, it developed explosively, and in exchange for the massive taxes paid to the royal family, it was granted a high level of autonomy.
I found a shabby mana shop in one of its alleyways.
[Mana Shop, Lorenzo Carione]
In this way, the Empireβs βIntegrated Identity Networkβ, accessible from the Sentinel Knight Order, is very convenient. No matter where someone is in the Empire, if you remember their name, you can find them.
The exterior is ordinary. In fact, the wood is so rotted it looks like itβll fall apart. Itβs enough to make one hesitate to enter, but the shop owner is far from ordinary.
A figure of very high authority in mana.
Creeeakβ I opened the wooden door, its edges frayed.
β.......β
I quietly looked around the interior. At the counter stood a bespectacled staff member, and on the shelves were not only simple raw ingredients and herbs, but also magi-tech items made by combining machines and mana stones.
One particular item caught my eye.
It was a machine like a waterwheel. In front of it stood a boy resembling a puppy.
βDid you make this?β
β...Ah, yes!β
The boy, called out, smiled cheerfully as he stepped forward. His features were quite sharp. The staff member beside him gave a worried glance in this direction.
βItβs a mana stone waterwheel!β
βMana stone waterwheel.β
βYes. If you place it somewhere with a high mana density!β
The boy released mana. The waterwheel, touched by that stream, began to turn with a rumble.
βIt draws mana like a waterwheel!β
My eyebrow twitched.
βLike this, it keeps gathering mana from the air!β
As the boy infused mana, the waterwheel rotated, and in the container placed beneath, particles the size of sand grains began to condense. Circulation and refinement of mana. The process and flow formed before my eyes. The principle of it became visible to me.
Is this also due to the virus?
βIt produces mana stones!β
The boy placed the dust-like mana stone on his fingertip. The mana stone quickly evaporated.
βAh, you know, right? Artificial mana disappears! But if you put it somewhere with lots of natural mana, the mana stone wonβt vanish!β
Human mana and natural mana are different. Human mana cannot be turned into stones or crystals, but natural mana, gathering underground, in caves, or inside glaciers, becomes mana stones.
In other words, this mana stone waterwheel is a natural mana stone generator.
I looked at the boy.
βWhatβs your name?β
βArman!β
Arman answered with a face full of anticipation. His cheeks puffed up like steamed buns, and his eyes sparkled like stars.
βThe concept is good, but.β
There was something I had to point out. The joint part of the waterwheel that draws in mana. There was a defect there. At least, according to the virus.
I lightly infused mana into that spot.
Boomβ!
The entire waterwheel exploded.
β...N-no!β
Armanβs face looked like his world had collapsed.
βWhy, why would you do that?!β
The boy bent over, almost crying. I looked down at him as he picked up the shattered remains.
βThis waterwheel is only meaningful when used in places with a high mana density, but in such places, mana ruptures happen frequently.β
The boy quickly looked up at me.
βMana wears down materials. If you place this waterwheel in a place thick enough with mana to create natural mana stones, it wonβt last even a day. In other words, itβs not practical. And more importantly...β
There was a more critical issue, but I didnβt say any more.
β...I worked so hard on it.β
Armanβs lips trembled as if he was about to burst into tears.
At some point, the boyβs face turned red. He suddenly stood up and held out his palm to me.
βPlease compensate me!β
βCompensate?β
βYou destroyed an item thatβs for sale!β
ββArman! You rascal!β
Just then, someone rushed out, calling Armanβs name.
Lorenzo Carione. With a thick beard and sideburns, he walked out leaning on a cane.
βHow dare you speak so rudely to a customer!β
He scolded the boy in my place, looking like a rather strict mana merchant. That was his appearance, at least.
But in truth, he is a genius professor who once vanished from the world. A mage scholar with a deep story behind him, he harbors a strong dislike for nobles.
Thatβs why my criticism of the boy was partly intentional. If I hadnβt done that, he wouldnβt have shown his face to me.
βYouβre the owner, I presume.β
I gestured toward Lorenzo.
β...Yes. Apologies. This brat is my apprentice, but heβs got no manners. Hey, bow your head!β
Lorenzo tapped the boyβs crown with his cane. But the boy didnβt lower his head.
βYou! Youβre not going to bow your head?!β
β.......β
Tears welled up in the boyβs eyes, but even so, he didnβt bow. He clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth.
βEnough.β
His unyielding attitude pleased me. Regardless of status or age, that was far better than the rotten nobles who bow until their foreheads touch the ground.
More than anything, the boy had outstanding talent, so this much was tolerable.
βOwner. Iβm looking for items like these.β
I handed an order list to Lorenzo. Rare mana books by leading scholars, flasks and syringes for mana analysis, high-grade mana stones to feed the virus, and so on.
β...There are quite a few items we donβt have here. It may be difficult for us to acquire them.β
Difficult to acquire.
I smiled faintly and turned back to Arman. I pointed at his flushed-red face and the wreckage of the waterwheel he had made.
βA machine that artificially produces mana stones could be in violation of the Imperial Mana Stone Regulation Act.β
β.......β
Lorenzo bit his lip subtly, and Armanβs face turned to one of sudden fear.
βI wonder what they would say if they saw it.β
Just like this, I would not hesitate to use any means necessary.
It meant I had no intention of wasting time trying to appease anyoneβs feelings.
β...We donβt have them right now, but I think I can procure them. Itβll come to about 100,000 dollars.β
Lorenzoβs tone shifted in an instant.
βThatβs good to hear. Thank you.β
I didnβt scold him. On the contrary, I expressed gratitude and pulled out my wallet.
βBut, will 100,000 be enough?β
I signed a check and handed it to him.
Lorenzoβs eyes widened at the amount.
βItβs 200,000.β
I donβt haggle.
To someone worth receiving the money, to a talent who wonβt waste it, I pay more than the full price.
βIf you happen to need more during the process of obtaining the items, donβt hesitate to let me know.β
This is the Ebenholtz way of doing business.







