My Lucky Encounter From The Game Turned Into Reality - M.L.E Chapter 50: Real-World (Part1)
The First 50 chapters are already a Manga/Manhwa
https://www.mgeko.com/manga/my-lucky-encounter-from-the-game-turned-into-reality/
they will be translated later
– Bringum Empire Information Bureau –
“This is problematic, isn’t it?”
Earl Elfrid, the Countess of Bringum Empire’s Information Department and a female archmage of the 7th Circle, furrowed her brow as she read a report.
“What’s the matter?” Joseph, a Baron and her subordinate, approached and asked.
“Adrian Lawrence has already been granted a title,” she replied.
“Ah, the individual who achieved the 7th Circle at such a young age?”
“Yes, and Emperor Edward has requested that we recruit this man. It’s become quite a dilemma. He’s moved faster than expected.”
“Could it be that the power struggle in the Kingdom of Reinhart has accelerated this decision?”
“Exactly. I clearly didn’t anticipate that. It’s undoubtedly my mistake.”
“It’s probably because Reinhart Kingdom’s priority is lower. After all, Master, you have many other places to focus your attention on.”
“No, that’s just self-justification.”
Joseph, the Baron, was a highly regarded mage who achieved the 6th Circle at the age of 20 and was also Elfrid’s disciple. He was known for his unwavering dedication to his master’s work. Some would say it was a profound respect for his master, while others might argue it was an excessive affection.
“It seems like you’re quite interested in Adrian Lawrence, Master.”
“I can’t help it. He’s the same age as you, my disciple, and yet he’s reached a level similar to mine as a Grand Wizard. Perhaps he’ll even achieve the 8th Circle before me.”
“Haha.”
Joseph didn’t particularly enjoy his master’s reaction as she thought about another mage of the same age.
“Still, wouldn’t it be worth considering offering him a title in our Empire? The difference between a viscount in Reinhart Kingdom and a viscount in our Bringum Empire is significant.”
“That might not be possible. Reinhart has already granted him the Marquis title.”
“What?”
Perhaps it was an unexpected development, but Joseph couldn’t help but be surprised. While it might not be a direct comparison if they held the same title, a Marquis in Reinhart Kingdom was undoubtedly better than an Earl in the Bringum Empire.
What was even more bewildering was the next part of the story.
“Moreover, right after receiving the title, he applied for simultaneous territorial warfare against four viscounties. It happened during a commemorative event, in front of the King, no less.”
“Huh… Is he insane? He’s a newly-appointed noble, isn’t he? Does he have the military strength to wage war on four viscounties?”
It was a behavior that didn’t make sense logically.
However, the unexpectedness of it seemed to pique the interest of Elfrid, the Countess of the Bringum Empire’s Information Bureau, known as the Ice Flower, and a smile formed at the corner of her lips.
“Well, we’ll see if he’s a reckless lunatic or a peculiar character when we keep an eye on him.”
“Master?”
“I think I’ll pay a visit to Reinhart Kingdom. If I’m lucky, I might be able to witness the battles personally.”
“What? Does that mean you’re leaving…”
“Yes, leave this matter to me. If you help me backup the commander, there shouldn’t be any issues.”
In Elfrid’s declaration, Joseph felt a strong sense of rivalry towards Adrian.
He was the one who should have captured the beautiful master’s attention, but an odd fellow had intervened.
—
‘As long as the supply issues are resolved, it’s better to wage war on someone else’s territory than on my own land.’
Therefore, he quickly moved the troops to the front of the four viscounties that could be considered enemies.
‘This was a choice to protect my property and my people, and it was also intended to exert pressure on the enemy.’
“Huff, Your Excellency, Marquis Adrian. I believe the permit for territorial war has not been granted yet. Isn’t this an act of disregarding the regulations?”
‘I divided my forces into four groups, and in three of them, I assigned troops that were nearly equivalent to the enemy, but with a slight advantage. The remaining troops were placed in front of Parma’s territory, which was my primary target.’
‘Parma’s forces consisted of one Sky Fortress and fifty Vanguard units. However, the forces I brought with me included three Sky Fortresses and sixty Vanguard units.
‘In addition, since I, the Archmage, and Arcia, the Aura Master, are together, making the difference in power threefold.’
Thanks to this, the representative of Viscount Parma, who had come to protest, couldn’t express his anger and reluctantly forced a smile while twitching the corners of his mouth.
“You must be mistaken, though?”
“Mistaken!?”
“We are currently in the middle of training, you see?”
“Pardon?”
“Did I attack your territory?”
“Well, no, but…”
“Don’t worry. I also follow the regulations diligently. I won’t attack before receiving a permit for territorial war. So, don’t be concerned and go about your business.”
Adrian’s assertion left him speechless. It was such a confident and forced argument.
“You mean to say that you’ll attack once the permit for territorial war is granted?”
“Of course. Our army just happens to be training right in front of our enemy’s territory.”
“Isn’t that too far-fetched? This is an act that goes against morality!”
He continued to protest, letting out a deep sigh.
“There was never any chance that this permit for territorial warfare would be granted in the first place. Don’t you think the justification is lacking? We shouldn’t have wasted our energy arguing with each other needlessly.”
I snorted at his mention of justification.
“Indeed, do you really think a war caused by a schoolboy quarrel would be justifiable?”
– Drring, drring.
But then, the ringtone of Adrian’s smartwatch rang loudly.
He used a silent magic to mute the messenger of Parma and answered the call.
“Yes.”
[Your Excellency!]
Suddenly, when his voice didn’t come out, Parma’s representative became flustered and fumbled.
Without saying anything, I answered the administrator who had suddenly called me.
“What’s going on?”
[As of this moment, the permit for territorial warfare has been granted!]
A satisfied smile crept onto my lips.
“Good.”
What impeccable timing.
The messenger from the Viscount of Parma turned blue at the conversation he had to hear whether he wanted to or not, as I was right beside him.
After a very brief conversation, I hung up and released the silent magic that had been blocking his voice.
“It seems the royal family’s thoughts are different from yours?”
“This… This can’t be. Are you saying we’ve been abandoned by the royal family?”
“It’s just a judgment of who is more valuable.”
“Your Excellency, please. Make a rational decision…”
“Go. Now, the person you need to persuade is not me but the noble man, viscount Parma himself. The only way for Parma Territory to survive is to surrender. There is no other way to avoid war.”
He seemed to want to persuade me by any means, but I signaled to my subordinates with an attitude that I had nothing more to say.
Upon that, Pessius, who had been waiting behind, shouted loudly.
“Teleportation-interfering Magic Spell!”
“Magic Spell activated!”
“Magic Spell activated!!!!”
“Sky Fortresses! Vanguard units! Advance! Our target is the fall of Parma’s stronghold!”
“All units, advance!”
“All units, advance!!!”