The King of Tricks and Magic

Chapter 221: The Before Battle Speech

Chapter 221: The Before Battle Speech

[ Name: Ren Arken

Age: 14

Race: Human

Strength: 400,000 (+4,300,000 [Mana])

Agility: 500,000 (+7,300,000 [Mana])

Vitality: 1,000,000 (+10,200,000 [Mana])

Mana: ~~~

Spiritual: ~~~

Intellect: 700, 000

Unique Skills:

-Magic cards -Appraisal -Evil gaze -Strengthen -Leap -Basic magics -Magic mastery -Grimoire of death -Real Clone [Heavenly Slime] -Eye of Wisdom -Sword God -Fenrir Arken -Reo Arken -Predator of the sky -Wild Beasts Skills -Knight’s soul -Defiler of the banished, Ataraxia -Slime Soul Diversion -Slime technique: Split -Tarot Emperor -Master of The Dragon King, Atlas]

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*Sigh!*

“Why with that long sigh, Ren?” Asked the prime minister, Allomere, in response to Druid Oz’s long sigh.

“Ah, the prime minister… It’s just, I suddenly felt pretty much exhausted even though I’ve taken a rather long sleep last night…” (Druid Oz)

Hearing Druid Oz’s weak voice, the prime minister let out a small laugh. Druid Oz and co are currently flying towards the outer gate where the noble soldiers have gathered and will march from.

(What are you laughing for, huh? You’re one of the reasons why I felt this exhausted, you know?) (Druid Oz)

At breakfast, Geeta and the Galhala King have an eating conquest for a while before the Galhala Queen halt the contest by pinching at the Galhala King’s waist. In the middle of the breakfast, the prime minister, Allomere, discussed the upcoming battles with Druid Oz, while the Galhala Queen keep on pestering him to tell her the details of what happened last night.

“It must be hard on you, huh. Sorry for asking for your assistance too much, Ren. It’s just that in this kind of situation, having everyone high in spirits is a priority. Rather than having the soldiers marching with gloom and stern face on their face, it would ensure the citizens if they march with a big smile and high spirits,” (The prime minister, Allomere)

“Well, I could understand that,” said Druid Oz as he stared at the citizens of the Galhala Kingdom below them.

Since their group consists of the Galhala King, the Galhala Queen, the prime minister, Allomere, and the General Princess as well, they easily gather the attention from the citizens below. Not to mention there are dozens of royal guards escorting them, the citizens immediately know that the royal group is going towards the noble army that is waiting at the outer gate.

The citizens cheer and greet them in high spirits as if they’re looking at heroes that are passing through the place.

(What am I? A decoration? A trophy?) (Druid Oz)

“Ren,” The prime minister once again called Druid Oz.

“Yes?” Druid Oz shifted his gaze and realize that the prime minister, Allomere, is having a more serious face than before.

“Tell me your honest thoughts. Will we win?” The prime minister asked Druid Oz as if he had a bad feeling about the upcoming battle.

“I’m not a god, so I don’t know what the future may hold. But one thing is for sure, we can’t lose. We can’t afford to lose,” (Druid Oz)

Looking at Druid Oz’s face, the prime minister chuckled.

“I wonder how you’re always managed to come up with a satisfying answer,” (The Prime Minister)

“I consider it as one of my greatest talent,” (Druid Oz)

“Is that so? Well, you’re not wrong. We can’t afford to lose… Not only for the world nor the continent. For our kingdom, for our families… We must not lose,” (The prime minister, Allomere)

Looking at the prime minister, Allomere, Druid Oz couldn’t help but admire the prime minister that cares about the people so much. Maybe it’s because he’s the former leader of the guardians that protect the continent, but even so, people like him that made Druid Oz felt that pushed Druid Oz’s motivation.

(There are people like him, like the Galhala King, like the Galhala Queen, and the others. There are lots of kind and good people in this world, huh… I guess that’s why I couldn’t help but want to protect the world as well, huh…?) (Druid Oz)

“And for that ‘talent’ of yours, I’m looking forward on looking it in action once again,” (The Prime Minister)

“Y-Yes,” (Druid Oz)

(Wait, what does that even mean?) (Druid Oz)

Druid Oz thinks of several possibilities, but nothing is really clear so he removes the prime minister’s words from his current thoughts, thinking that it is just a manner of speech.

After several minutes of flying at full speed, they finally arrive at the outer gate of the capital. As if looking at the arrival of a great hero, the nobles and their soldiers loudly cheer Druid Oz and co.

“The general princess’s has come!”

“The great hero has arrived!!”

“Hero! Welcome!”

“Future King! Bless our fight!!”

“We’ll definitely return with a great victory!! Wait for it!!”

The soldiers and the nobles cheer in high spirits.

“T-This is…” (Druid Oz)

“Bear with it. Their morale will raise to the ceilings with this,” (The Galhala King)

“Ren, try to raise your hand,” said The Galhala Queen.

Following the Galhala Queen’s advice, Druid Oz raised his hand with the intention to reply to the cheers with a wave, but-

“……………..”

Right after the moment Druid Oz raised his hand, the place got enveloped by a deadly silence.

“The future king of the kingdom will be giving us the before battle speech!! Anyone who disturbs the silence will be given a severe punishment!!!” Announced a Galhalan warrior that seems to be one of the nobles that will be participating in the battle with his soldiers.

(B-Before battle speech? No one told me this… What is this, a prank? Wait… That old owl… So this is what he means by looking forward to my ‘talent’ once again…) (Druid Oz)

Druid Oz stared at the soldiers and the nobles, and it looks like they’re looking forward to his speech so much as their eyes are brimming with respect towards him.

(Ugh… Their expectations hurt… But well, seems I can’t let them down here, I guess?) (Druid Oz)

Standing on top of the castle gate, Druid Oz take several steps forwards as he stared at the eyes of the soldiers of the Galhala kingdom’s nobles. Just by looking at the eyes, one could learn several things from the person since the eyes could reflect a person’s heart in times.

There, Druid Oz saw the eyes of the soldiers. Some of them have the look filled with ambition, hoping that he could bring back great achievements from the war, getting great rewards, and maybe got a peerage as a reward. But some of them also have a hesitant and clouded look.

(Well, of course. Lives will be lost in wars, after all. There’s no knowing whether you’ll be able to return home to your loved one or not, and there’s no knowing whether you’ll be returning intact or not) (Druid Oz)

The battles with Druid Oz that have no casualties could only be considered as miracles. In normal circumstances, a battle with a large number like this would easily have thousands of casualties.

(And it seems like avoiding battles would already be impossible at this point) (Druid Oz)

Even if Druid Oz joins the battle, there will still be casualties, and if he joins every battle, the soldiers and the nobles will grow dependant on him, and there will only be trouble rising from that point.

Druid Oz is aware of those possibilities, so what he could only do right now is following the prime minister, Allomere’s, scheme, and give a motivating speech towards the noble soldiers.

“Brave warriors of the kingdom,” (Druid Oz)

Druid Oz’s using the same technique as the prime minister, Allomere, but since he’s not as skillful as him, and the wind magic he could use is limited, all he could do is spreading the voice vastly with the wind magic.

“Truth be told, I’m never fond of wars. I believe there is no actual reason that could justify a war, or blood to be spilled,” (Druid Oz)

“But men, sons, husbands, fathers. The only just reason for us to unsheathe our sword is when our loved ones are exposed to danger. When we need to protect them, even if we have to spill some blood in exchange,” (Druid Oz)

“And now, the time has come. When you march towards the enemy’s base, remember that if you fail, if you suddenly cowers, if you failed to kill and behead the enemy before you, the enemy will behead you and your family after that,” (Druid Oz)

“And also remember!” Druid Oz increases his tone.

“If you decided to die to bring several enemies together with you, your family in your home will also be sad! Their lives might be saved, but not their heart!! So live!” (Druid Oz)

“Live! Fight! Don’t die! True warriors don’t aim for just a half-baked win! Fight! Win! Win not just by winning the battle! But by returning to home with a victorious smile, and getting welcomed by your family!” (Druid Oz)

Raising his staff above, Druid Oz finishes his speech.

“Let’s kill those demons, and celebrate the victory with some booze, men,” (Druid Oz)