[Stage-Sub5] The Day of Calamity
The incident that would later be recorded in Rondism Kingdom’s history as [The Day of Calamity] began without warning—on a peaceful holiday afternoon.
Houses roared with flames, spreading unchecked as firefighting efforts proved futile. Screams filled the air, never ceasing.
Shouts of desperation, each voice pleading for survival above all else.
“Aaaahhh! I don’t wanna die yet…!?”
And then—silence. The sound of lives snuffed out.
As nobles, we had to rush to their aid—immediately!
…And yet, all I could do was stare down at the chaos consuming Rishburg from the palace.
“Dammit! The attack wasn’t supposed to happen yet! What the hell’s going on, Gordon!?”
“Does it matter? It’s obviously Flone’s doing. Those damned mechanical dolls…!”
“Duke Vellet, Duke Levezenka! The mechanical dolls have breached the gates—they’re inside the pala—GYAAAAAHHHH!?”
A noble who had rushed into the throne room to report was swallowed whole by the surging tide of machines.
They rained from the sky like a downpour, dyeing the capital crimson in an instant.
Emotionless, they slaughtered without mercy. Powered by magic, they wouldn’t stop unless completely shattered.
Worse than monsters, these abominations now flooded the palace in droves.
It wasn’t as if the kingdom had been unprepared—but the surprise attack had crippled our initial response.
The Holy Knights and military were cooperating to suppress the outbreaks across the city, but it would take time to stabilize the situation.
Worst of all, En-chan and I—who should have been on the frontlines—were now trapped in the palace, bogged down by the endless waves of dolls.
“Forget about me! Go—protect the people…!”
“That’s not an option, Your Majesty! If you fall here, this kingdom falls with you!”
“Tch…! Curse this frail body…!”
“Cover me, En-chan! [Green Prison: Vine Coffin]!”
Chanting the spell, I slammed my fist into the floor.
Cracks split the ground, and from them erupted vines that coiled around the dolls, immobilizing them.
“[Flame Purgatory Slash: Overkill]!”
In the next moment, En-chan unleashed a blazing inferno, reducing the restrained machines to charred husks.
They collapsed like burnt logs, clattering against the marble.
This was why we couldn’t leave—because these relentless dolls kept coming, their sights set solely on the king.
Though we thinned their numbers as we moved him to safety, the end was nowhere in sight.
“I can’t figure out Flone’s goal! Wasn’t she after your brat and his entourage!?”
En-chan was right. With this much force, she could’ve easily stormed Vellet territory directly… No, wait.
…Was this the surer path for her?
Flone didn’t know the details of Ouga’s [Magic Burial].
If its power was to erase magic rather than negate it, her dolls would be useless. And she had no way to test that theory.
So instead—she targeted the capital. A guaranteed blow.
To prevent reinforcements from reaching Vellet territory… To keep us pinned here as distractions—!
“Enju! We need to clean this up fast—Ouga and the others are in danger! Pick up the pace!”
“I know! Out of my way, you damned dolls! I won’t let you jeopardize humanity’s future!”
Enju Levezenka drew his sword and plunged headlong into the mechanical horde.
I focused on supporting him with spells and ensuring the king’s safety, guarding his back.
Hold on, Ouga…! Endure this—somehow, my beloved son…!
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Riding atop my demonic dragon, I gazed up at the clear blue sky—and felt nothing but disgust.
“…I wonder if those fool nobles in the capital are scrambling to flee by now.”
I imagined it vividly—flames, black smoke, streets painted red with blood.
The perfect battlefield. A stage where life and death danced in endless exchange…!
“And yet… how dull this is in comparison.”
Beneath me, people tilled fields, tended livestock, and carried on with their peaceful, meaningless lives.
It was unbearable. If this was what awaited me in old age, I’d sooner slit my own throat.
To me, a world worth living in was one drenched in ceaseless, exhilarating battle—where blood boiled and adrenaline surged without end.
I never cared for praise.
The thrill of tearing flesh with my bare hands! The symphony of screams ringing in my ears! The stench of charred corpses!
That was the world as it should be.
And I—I would drag it back to that glorious, wretched era…!
“Though really, did Gordon honestly think such a flimsy plan could stop me?”
Protecting Ouga Vellet and Mashiro Leiche in the capital? A logical move. Almost convincing.
It made attacking the capital seem like the obvious choice.
—But that only worked against a rational opponent.
My instincts demanded a different approach: Crush Vellet territory first, then storm the capital.
I had considered deploying the dolls here instead.
But where was the fun in that? Turning the capital’s peace into a living hell was far more entertaining. Even if Ouga and Mashiro were there, I could always savor them as the main course later.
Once I claimed Mashiro Leiche’s body, creating battlefields would be trivial. Why obsess over Vellet territory?
In fact, focusing here prevented reinforcements—like that [National Archmage], Rajinis.
A man whose magical prowess even I respected. Best not to let him roam free.
While my dolls kept them busy, I’d act swiftly.
Luck was on my side. I’d chosen correctly.
“Alpha. Beta. Gamma. Theta.”
[We await your orders, Flone-sama.]
The four emotionless voices answered in unison from atop the dragon.
The only use that traitorous disciple served was teaching me this lesson: Remove their emotions from the start.
I’d foolishly left hers intact, and she betrayed me—ruining everything.
These dolls were less adaptable, but their blind obedience made them adorable in comparison.
“…You sense it, don’t you?”
Two massive surges of magic, hurtling toward us at terrifying speed.
One was that brat. The other—…Oh? The demonic dragon that attacked Enkarton.
Ah. I see. He allied with the dragon.
That one could understand human speech—a rare specimen capable of taking human form.
This outcome wasn’t unexpected.
And yet, despite not having fully recovered from Enkarton, the brat still charges here? Persistent little pest.
He might entertain me for a while… but first—
“Alpha, Beta, Theta—infiltrate the estate and slaughter everyone inside. Gamma, occupy any uninvited guests who try to interfere.”
[By your will, Flone-sama.]
In perfect sync, they leaped from the dragon’s back.
Then—I raised my palm to the sun and unleashed the signal to begin: a colossal bolt of lightning, crashing down upon the Vellet estate.
“[Battleaxe of the Thunder God: Lightning Vortex].”
The world flashed white as the manor was shattered in an instant.
Well then, Ouga Vellet… Shall we make you the foundation of my new legend?
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