Chapter 7.1: Organize
Even after the full-scale meeting started, I continued to sit in the conference room.
Of course, they talked about things I didn’t know about, but there was no way I would intervene and open my mouth.
After the meeting, we talked about the dinner in the evening and future plans, and then I returned to my room.
“Haa…”
I sat on the bed and stared blankly into space, then let out a blank laugh.
…The Seven Lords of Calderic.
From now on, I was one of them.
Just a few hours ago, I was living an ordinary life and suddenly I now became a Lord. There’s no story like this one.
The realm of Calderic could be divided into 10 areas, with the center as the Overlord’s main domain and land of the First to Ninth Lords surrounding it.
The Lords were not just called Lords for nothing. Each ruled a land like a kingdom.
Now that I was the Seventh Lord, I could hold all the power over the area called ‘Enlock’.
This was possible because the throne of Calderic had no succession by blood, and was only determined under the appointment of the Overlord.
But that didn’t mean that the nine Lords swore absolute allegiance to the Overlord or anything like that.
Although the Overlord was the head of the Lords, as seen in the meeting, the relationship between them was more like a contractual relationship.
Except for a few set conditions, Lords could act freely without being bound by anything.
I remembered reading the reason this bizarre structure could be achieved and maintained in a setting book related to the origin of Calderic.
I remembered that the explanation was quite detailed, but this was the only key point that came to mind.
Because the ability of the Overlord was that great, and she had naturally solidified the power over a long period under such competence.
Some of the current Lords had already been with the Overlord for over a hundred years, and in particular, the First Lord, the Wiseman, had been a Lord for hundreds of years since the establishment of Calderic.
The system that had been carried on under such a long bond was in some ways more solid than the typical monarchy, like the Santean Empire Federation.
...That’s all fine and good.
But where did things get so twisted?
After a series of regrets, I suddenly felt funny.
Where did it get twisted?
What did I do to enter this game in the first place? Even if something was twisted, did it really have to get this twisted?
I got out of bed and picked up a fruit that looked like an apple from a basket on the table.
I took a big bite and the sweet juice spread in my mouth.
It was subtly different from the apple flavor I was used to, but it tasted good anyway.
I just couldn’t think of anything to eat because of the situation, but I had been hungry since earlier.
I ate a few fruits in an instant because of my sudden hunger, and then I sat down and leaned back in my chair.
There’s really nothing complicated about it.
I had already crossed the river of no return, anyway.
Was there any need to regret every single thing and lament on the situation?
Rather than that, preparing for what lay ahead was much more productive.
As soon as I decided, the sluggish emotion disappeared in an instant.
Thanks to the [Soul of the King], a cold coolness was established at the very core of my heart so that I would not be shaken easily.
This was not Earth.
It wasn’t even a modern world like the 21st century.
Monsters, war, demons… a wild and hideous land full of many dangers and where the value of life was insignificant.
In the end, unless I found a secure way to return to the original reality, this fragile life could be threatened.
I knew very well what kind of dark future awaited this world.
But there was nothing to be disappointed about.
As one of the early players of RaSa, I had a lot of knowledge and information about this world in my head.
It’s also not like I didn’t have any abilities at all.
Didn’t I have an instant kill and the soul of a king, a mental sustainer that exerted absolute effects?
Of course, it would have been perfect if they transferred all the abilities of my game character.
Either way, it’s not a bad situation if one looked at it well.
The title of the Seventh Lord of Calderic.
It came with a huge risk, but it could also give me a huge boost.
At least within Calderic’s realm, I could exert absolute power.
It would depend on what I would do in the future, but it will be a great advantage to prepare for the upcoming dangers by using the information I had.
Anyway, the Overlord is…
A stream of thoughts led to Overlord Rashtain.
The Overlord was more unpredictable that anyone could have imagined.
I didn’t know what exactly she had in mind for giving me a seat, but it made little sense at all.
I guess there’s a reason she asked that.
Why did you come to Calderic?
That was the first question the Overlord asked me.
I was guessing, but maybe that wasn’t just for confirmation.
Because she could distinguish the truth from the lies of the other person’s words.
My answer, that I had no particular purpose, would have turned out to be true, so at least she would have known that I did not have any nefarious purpose.
Ah, I wonder if she noticed that the name Ron is a pseudonym.
At first glance, the Overlord seemed to have made a very spontaneous decision, but it wasn’t.
Whatever it was, she was a person with the ability to rule the great power of Calderic for a long time.
Maybe she intended to make me sit on the Lord’s seat and slowly observed the details of my abilities in the future.
Well, anyway.
For now, let’s just do what we can.
After sorting out my complicated thoughts, I got up again.
It was clear what I had to do right away.
Organize information in your head and make plans for the future.
