I Reincarnated But Will Try To Live Without Using My Cheat Ability - CH 257

Charles exited and I finally got a chance to catch my breath.

Kiara served me tea as usual.

“Oh, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, it really is a chain of problems.”

All I could do was laugh.

“I caused it, you know.”

Mil nodded her head.

“Al, did you create this condition for a reason?”

I laughed and waved my hand.

“If we do this, it will set off a chain of upheavals in the region. I had predicted that. I don’t know what kind of upheaval it would be, though.”

“Did Al set something up?”

I turned a wry smile on my face to Mil.

“I had said so many times that I didn’t want to do it.”

“Ah! The wild boar!?”

“Yes, I told you I couldn’t read the long-term effects. Without that, we wouldn’t have had so many problems in a row.”

“Really?”

I sighed a little bitterly.

“Before we came, the region was stable on its own theory. You can imagine the toys in the building blocks. There are almost no tribes that are completely unrelated to the others, are there?”

Mil tilted her head.

“The rabbit tribe didn’t have anything to do with gold …… the others, did they?”

Hey, you just made a funny mistake.

Kiara had to hold back her laughter as well.

Let’s pretend we didn’t hear that.

“Not getting involved at all will strengthen the relationship more than getting involved half-heartedly.”

“Really?”

“To stay out of it, they try to keep track of all the neighboring tribes. I think they have a very good surveillance system. They don’t have contact with other tribes, but they must have been monitoring others. Otherwise, if they were attacked, they would not be able to escape.”

“I see …… You’re talking about the “turning the tables around” thing. So the boar broke the toy?”

Relieved to be back on topic, I take a sip of my tea.

“Our social system is quite different from that of the people who lived in the Ravenna region. Even the blocks are completely different in shape and size. Something they can understand… that is, if the shape and size are similar to some extent, they will be to make it stable to some extent even if it is screwed together.”

If I rush it, they will not understand it.

I’m talking to be understood.

It is important to pause.

I look around at everyone and make sure they don’t have any questions.

It’s okay, I open my mouth again.

“Dorius’ social system is also understandable, though unconvincing from the perspective of other tribes. That’s where we hastily shoved the completely differently shaped building blocks. Without that thing, we could have proceeded more peacefully.”

Mil gave me a faraway look.

“That would fall apart. I’ve never looked at the region that way before.”

Kiara laughed, too.

“So, how does brother see it going forward?”

“I wonder how much power the Wise man has within the demon tribe. As far as I’m concerned, it would be so wonderful if he had all the power and he was the chief’s puppet.”

Mil looked aghast.

“I’ve never seen Al speak so harshly about anyone before. How can such a useless person be called a wise man?”

“He’s originally from a lineage related to the chiefs. If you have the strongest magic power, you will be respected. In addition, he has memorized the Apostle’s Art of War. The Art of War describes principles, so if you blur them out at first and then elaborate on them later, people will be afraid of you.”

Mil sighed.

“Ha, it must be tough to the people around him. But the soldiers who don’t know what’s really going on and only know rumors may be afraid of the wise men. Maybe Al could have gone out in person to reassure the soldiers?”

Oh, that’s one way to look at it.

“Yes, that is certainly one way to look at it. But if I leave, I will be a hindrance to Sir Rossi.”

Mil looked aghast.

“”

“A hindrance? I can’t imagine that happening.”

“Yes, my presence would make them wait for my operation. Even if Sir Rossi tries to make a frontal move, he’ll move to accommodate my instructions. My mere presence would be a distraction.”

“Oh, that’s why you won’t go.”

“Yes, and while we’re on the subject, why don’t the members of the Strategy Council go on a tour to inspect sometime?”

Kiara tilted her head.

“An inspection?”

“I intend to make an inspection of the second city after the battle with the Wise Man is over. It is still under construction, but it would be good to get an idea of the current status of the new territory.”

Kiara smiled.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Mil laughs like she’s implying something.

“Don’t call that a substitute for a honeymoon.”

“It’s not because the honeymoon is something I look forward to.”

While we were talking about this, Gerald made a request to an audience with us.

I have no need to refuse, so I ask him to let me through here.

I greet Gerald as he enters the room.

“My lord, I’m here about the retired adventurer I told you about.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The person I told you about before, the training instructor, has arrived here. I was wondering if you could meet with him.”

Gerald had requested a retired adventurer, especially one who had been through various ordeals.

“Of course. Is that person in the reception room?”

Gerald nodded silently.

I headed for the reception room with Mil, the aides, and Gerald.

When we entered the reception room, we found a man sitting there, one step short of an old man.

He had a scar on his face, and his limp or perhaps a splint was propped up on a chair.

He probably had scars all over his body.

I stopped the old man from standing up with my hand and sat down.

“I am Alfred Della Scala, the feudal lord. This is my wife, Milva.”

When the man heard that the elf was my wife, he looked amused for a moment.

Then he quietly opened his mouth.

“I am Odilon Marche. I have heard that there is a use for a dying person who is crippled even in daily life. I thought it would be better than just waiting to die in pity.”

“I have heard from Mr. Gerald. I thought it would be a shame to let Mr. Odilon’s experience be buried.”

Odilon laughed without making a sound.

“As you can see, they say you don’t have to be able to teach amateurs.”

“What I want Mr. Odilon to be is an instructor’s instructor.”

Odilon quietly closed his eyes.

“I see… what do you want me to teach him?”

“”

“How to prepare yourself for danger, how to maintain your mental balance after a crisis. Ordeals that you have to experience to understand.”

Odilon looked at me like he was assessing me.

I just noticed that one eye seems to be prosthetic.

“That’s fine, though. I don’t know what level you expect me to be at. So I would like to ask you.”

“Please feel free to do so.”

“What do you think you should have done as a soldier before going into battle?”

I’ve never fought as a soldier.

I’ve known about it before my reincarnation, but…

I glance at Mil and return my gaze to Odilon.

Mil looks like she has no idea what he’s talking about.

“I’ve never fought on the front lines, so I honestly don’t know. I’ve made avoiding crisis the highest priority, after all. Still, if it’s before the inevitable battle… I’ll just put out what I have to put out and clear my head. I know I’m not supposed to say this in front of my wife, though.”

Odilon was stunned for a moment, but soon burst out laughing.

“You’re right. In a life-threatening situation, your body will throw off the baggage in your lower abdomen on its own. It is as if all the strength of the body is allocated to the survivors.”

Soldiers, policemen, and even firefighters, when they feel that their lives are truly in danger, their bodies will produce the excrement they have stocked up on, and their bodies will allocate their resources to survival only.

Fighting while pissing their pants on the battlefield seems to be a true story.

Even on 911, most of the survivors are said to be incontinent.

There is a story about a Vietnam veteran who, upon hearing about a war movie, said, “I wouldn’t mind seeing a movie in which the lead actor fights while taking a shit”.

It may be fiction, but it was muddy after the Battle of Thermopylae.

It was said to have been created by the blood of warriors and their incontinence of fear.

That’s about all I know.

It’s a crude story indeed, but a life crisis is not a theatrical or a sports event.

Mil is turning red as she realizes what Odilon and I have said.

Gerald couldn’t help but laugh.

I scratched my head and chuckled.

“I only know that much. Even if I ask an instructor, I don’t know if the instructor’s teaching is correct. That is why I wanted someone who has been through hell.”

Odilon was looking at me with interesting eyes.

“It’s hard to turn down an offer from someone who talks about incontinence in a fight to teach how to deal with a crisis. I liked the fact that you didn’t think of fighting as a dance. Is the soldier’s instructors the only one I should teach?”

I shook my head.

“No, not just soldiers, but police and medical personnel. All those who are near death.”

Odilon looked at Gerald with a good mood.

“Gerald, thanks for sharing your interesting offer. I was sick and tired of just living in pity for my battered body. I’m sick of being looked at and pitied… day after day after day. I thought “Am I really so miserable?”. I ended up wondering when I was going to die because I was so sick of it.”

Gerald returned a wry smile.

“You shouldn’t talk about dying so casually in front of the lord. There was an old person who wanted to die before. However, she was told by my lord, “If you’re going to die, make yourself useful for the future first”, and after being overworked, she said, “It would have been easier if I died”. She is still being overworked. Please be prepared for that.”

Wait a minute! You’re making me sound diabolical.

I found myself being stared at Mil with a glare in her eyes.

If you only talk nicely to someone who has been through an ordeal, you will be disappointed!