Pilgrimage of Dreams 15

When I enter the gate of the manor, the two gate guard's bows and warmly welcome me.

"Welcome back young miss"

They were smiling and look at me warmly.

"Un"

Grunting a reply, I walk forward.

"Welcome back miss"

"How is the orphanage young miss?"

"Young miss…"

"Young miss… welcome back…"

Not only the guards but also the servants, all the servants I walk past greet me warmly.

I barely meet the servants as I stay mostly cooped up inside the library, my room and then the lab.

I have rarely met them, the handful of times I met them, they will greet me respectfully but never this enthusiastic and warm.

Although confused I just nod my head along the way.

As I walk further, the gardener grandpa wave at me. His wrinkly face became even more wrinkled when he smile.

"Young miss, thank you for the clothes. My old bone will surely be able to persist in such cold weather"

As gardener grandpa mentioned, I finally figured out where the sudden enthusiasm came from.

It was on my hindsight that I failed to notice all the servants wearing my specially crafted clothes. I was too focuses on looking ahead.

There are many ordinary servants in the manor and even for non-ordinary servants, channeling ether, qi, prana or whatever constantly to drive away the cold is tiring, especially to last through the whole winter.

Wrapping oneself in layers and layers of clothes is mandatory to keep oneself warm but it makes the movement of the body for their work cumbersome.

They can now finally move freely with the light clothes that will keep them warm as well.

Everyone should be well clothed and stay warm. They took great care of the manor after all.

It's an employee benefit.

I also remember that I hand over a gas appliance to the kitchen servants as well.

The inside of the manor temperature is also just right after I inscribe the sigils on the wall, a modified but simplified version of sigils relating to humidity, heat, cold and other such sigils.

I break them apart and modify them, combining into an air conditioning like machine.

By the way, for the sigil to produce butane and propane for the flammable gas, I study the compounds present in the area. With ether, I create a type of capture sigil only dedicated to capturing butane and propane. I also break apart the gas type sigil, modify them and make a brand new sigil to produce only propane and butane.

I am so smart.

Haiz…

In any case, I want to go to the next step of my agenda.

That agenda is opening my store.

About selling the gun…

I…

I have a reason to hesitate after finally thinking of opening my store.

Biting my lips, I fall into silent contemplation.

That night, I sleep deeper than usual.

I found myself in a vast of emptiness again. Sometimes, I will sleep deeply without me being here but at times, I will found myself in this void like darkness.

[Do you really want the world to get a hand on destructive product?]

A voice I've never heard before rang out.

No! It is my voice but the tone is different. It was a cold voice devoid of emotion and warmness.

I can feel it; it is my alter ego 'Judgment'.

I understand why it asked me such.

"The world already has many destructive weapons created, what more can a gun do?"

[You know it yourself]

The cold voice of my alter ego judgment point out.

I did know.

My previous world where destructive weapons like missile, atom bomb, nuclear weapons existed… all those have cause irreversible damaged.

The world was destroyed by human itself in seek of power and cause destruction.

Choas and despair.

I reflect on myself deeper.

I am not a good person…

"That does not mean we should lent a hand in world destruction"

[That does not mean we should lent a hand in world destruction]

The cold voice that was like mine said it out together with me at the same pace..

I am not a good person but I am not an evil person either. I am bit villainy at most.

The geek after forming an alliance with the Amaranth kingdom provides much idea of modern weapons, he help in creating many destructive weapons. Those modern replica weapons that was enhanced into a terrifying degree by runic and sigils, it almost wipe out the civilians of Allerick empire after all the soldiers were wiped off. It was a cruel war.

The Allerick soldiers disregarding their life have fought desperately to bring down as many enemy soldiers as possible.

Madmen who disregard their own life are the most terrifying.

The turned madmen did bring down a lot of enemy soldiers with them.

It was tragically mentioned in the book <The life of the Great Warrior>

I deeply dislike the main character of that story.

He is stupid.

He don't think things through but somehow, it always work out for him.

Heh… Main character halo.

It has a fast paced, slice of life genre. Maybe that's the reason why all his stupid action always works out for him.

There are stupid characters that are endearing and the geek is not one of them, at least in my opinion and personal taste.

"He will surely provide ideas again"

[Meir is practical and smart, she will figure out]

On hearing so, my eyes brighten.

I like hearing myself being praised by my own self the most. I could care less about others.

My clogged mindset clears up.

"That's right, I am smart. I will find a way to deter the stupid geek. I will do it my way"

*Imaginary face palm*

"I nearly wronged myself!"

I exclaim ruefully.

"There is no clear definition of right and wrong"

The geek is not wrong in his on way to defeat the powerful empire, I am not wrong in my mindset of wanting to produce weapons of powerful destruction either.

I simply have personal interest now, I will still do research on them but I will not used to burn the world.

The geek is not right in his method, I am not right either.

In the first place, there is no clear definition of right and wrong.

It's all about one's own perspective.

There is only the case that if I use the geek method, I will wrong myself.

I will discomfort myself by seeing the world burn in my own hand.

My conscience will hurt, I will feel uncomfortable. I will not wrong myself, making myself needlessly tangled up.

There is still more than five years to prepare myself for the war, I still have time.

I don't know how to do investigation on why the war will occur, collect information, scheme some sophisticated plan in the shadow or lead a war. I don't know how to make connection and I don't know how to put a trust of my safety on other.

But I know sorcery. I know my own simple but effective method that will help me.

I am not a saint and cannot save the country but I can at least save my family in this world.

Let's make the toy soldier!

..........................................

A/n:

Advance chapter can be read on my website.

Click on the link for more chapter.

– Table of Contents <------