Truthfully, Roan was in a dilemma before the special lecture.
With the geniuses of Tron Academy as an audience, he had no idea what to talk about.
For topics like administration, etiquette, history, and philosophy, it was obvious that the students would know more than himself.
âIf itâs stories about wars and battles, I could talk on and on, butâ¦â¦â
With just that, neither the students nor Roan would learn anything from each other.
Roan wished that there was something that he could also learn from the special lecture.
At that moment, he suddenly thought up a topic called âWhat if you knew the future?â.
âA debate disguised as a special lecture.â
Through the debate with the Tron Academy students, Roan planned on thinking up new and various methods to prepare for the future.
âOf course, there are things I can teach as well.â
Stories that a soldier who experienced all sorts of battles and wars could tell.
That too, from the perspective of the students, could be a valuable experience.
With a calm gaze, Roan stared at the students.
âWhat did he just say?â
âIf you knew the futureâ¦â¦?â
âIs he asking us right now?â
Seemingly baffled at the unexpected lecture style, the students whispered amongst each other.
Paying no attention to that, Roan opened his arms.
âFor now, letâs agree on a setting. You are fourth year students in Tron Academy facing graduation. Your house is a fallen nobility and you arenât a student with great expectations placed upon you. But like I told you before, you know what will happen in the future.â
His mouth slowly curved upwards.
âYou know that a year later, the Byron Kingdom will attempt a surprise attack and invade our kingdomâs northern borders.â
As the story went on, the studentsâ whispers became louder.
Roan spoke loudly as he walked on the stage.
âBut our Rinse Kingdom is completely unprepared.â
Besides the time and the opponent, it was exactly the same setup as the war last year between Rinse Kingdom and Istel Kingdom.
Roan looked straight into the studentsâ eyes.
âIn this situation, what would you do?â
The question was thrown.
Simultaneously, the whispers between the students stopped.
A strange silence pervaded.
Roan cheerfully smiled and shrugged.
âIsnât Tron supposed to be the kingdomâs best academy? It seems that not everyone is as smart as the rumors say.â
A taunt.
The studentsâ faces burned red.
An odd heat flooded out.
At that moment, a male student suddenly stood up.
âIâm Tron Academyâs knight school third year Charles Linkamp. Wouldnât informing the palace or the central military headquarter, or at least the northern troops headquarters resolve the issue?â
Several students nodded as if they agreed with the suggestion.
On the other hand, Roanâs expression was unsatisfied.
âWould such highly esteemed people trust a mere academy studentâs words?â
âThat, that isâ¦â¦â
Charles couldnât easily continue his words, and soon sat down.
Then, an irritated voice came out from somewhere.
âI donât even need to think so hard about this problem. I can just tell my dad.â
Roan turned his line of sight toward the voice.
A delicate looking young man had an arrogant expression.
âCould you tell us your name?â
At those words, the young man pompously smiled and spoke aloud.
âKyle Chase. I⦠Iâm the second son of Count Chaseâs house.â
The young man was the second son of Count Jonathan Chase and was repeating the Tron Academyâs administration school as a third year student.
Roan faintly smiled and shook his head.
âWe have agreed on the setting before we began. You are a fourth year student facing graduation from Tron Academy, your house is a fallen nobility, and you donât have large expectations placed upon you. In this setting, your father isnât Sir Count Chase.â
âNo thatâsâ¦â¦â
Kyle momentarily hesitated and soon blushed.
Then, another student spoke with an irritated expression.
âWhat could a mere student from a fallen nobility who others donât expect much of, do?â
Other students also frowned their foreheads and nodded.
âYeah. However much we think about it, thereâs really nothing we can do.â
One of the students asked to Roan.
âIf itâs Sir Baron, what would you do?â
Everyoneâs gazes turned toward Roan.
Roan cheerfully smiled as he replied.
âWho knows? How about applying for the Northern troops? In the Northern troops, weâll raise merits while carrying out missions and find the signs that the Byron Kingdomâs troops are acting suspiciously. If we have evidences, even the military head generals wouldnât be able to easily ignore us.â
This was actually the method Roan used before the war with Istel Kingdom.
At that moment, a student raised his hand.
âIâm Tron Academyâs administration school fourth year Justin Buford. The method you said is only possible for knight school graduates.â
Roan nodded at those words.
âYouâre right. Certainly, that is so.â
âThen what should others like us from the administration school do?â
Justinâs eyes shone with passion.
Meaning he didnât want an answer despite throwing the question.
Roan didnât miss that.
âWho knows? Do you have any good idea?â
He returned the question.
A strange smile formed on Justinâs mouth.
Standing straight by himself, he showed off his thoughts with a confident voice.
âTo start, I too would volunteer for the Northern troops. Then, while cutting down vague expenditures of military supplies and provisions and increasing the savings, I would repair the old defense facilities. At the same time, I would repair the roads and start a periodic military training for the localsâ¦â¦â
A well thought-out presentation continued on for a while.
Students unknowingly attentively listened to Justinâs story.
âHeâs a smart student.â
Roan inwardly smiled.
By that point, Justinâs presentation ended.
âWith this much, I predict that we would be able to adequately respond to a sudden invasion.â
âUmm.â
A low murmur flowed out from here and there.
Roan lightly clapped and nodded.
âItâs an excellent plan. But would someone leave such a large job to a newbie administrator who just graduated from the academy?â
âThatâsâ¦â¦â
When Justin tried to answer.
A young man suddenly stood up from his sit.
âWe can start as a low rank administrator at the military supply storage. If we can simply fix the loans and lease in the ledger, we should be able to reduce the unnecessary leaks in the military supplies.â
Justin continued the later part.
âHeâs right. If we can efficiently oversee the military supplies, wouldnât we be recognized by the troop commander and receive more important missions?â
That was the start.
Soon, various suggestions poured out from here and there.
âYou canât move up simply by doing well in missions.â
âYeah. Itâs much more complicated in reality.â
âRather, wouldnât finding out the reasons why the Byron Kingdom is invading us be better?â
âThatâs right. If we can resolve that reason, we could stop an unnecessary war.â
âWhat if there isnât a reason? Then weâll end up wasting an entire year.â
Now, there wasnât any need for Roan to cut in.
By themselves, the students opened up a heated debate.
Students from the administration school, the education school,and the school of magic started first and later on, even the knight school and the military school students participated.
The debate went on and on without an end.
Roan only lightly stepped in from time to time to pause when the passionate discussion become too heated, and simply stood and watched for the most part.
âThis is quite a new sight.â
âYouâre right. Itâs the first time Iâm seeing such a heated debate.â
âAnyhow, everyone is quite smart.â
âI never knew there were such diverse plans and thoughts.â
Even the Tron Academy professors seemed to be surprised at the studentsâ heated debate.
Principal Fred Brown, who had been watching from the side, made a faint smile.
âWe should add this style of class into the main education course.â
Many professors nodded at those words.
All the while, the heated debate ran into a dead end.
Several hundreds of students shared their suggestions, but no clear answer appeared.
In the end, Justin raised his hand.
âSir Baron. At this rate, this will never end. Please tell us what is the correct answer.â
âYeah. Just whatâs the correct answer?â
âWhat should we do?â
The students clamored with exasperated expressions.
Roan motionlessly watched them for a moment and then raised his hands to calm down the mood.
Smiling brightly, he looked at the students.
âThe answer has already came out.â
At those words, the students looked at each other and clamored.
That was same for the principal and the professors.
âWhat? What was the answer?â
âThen as expected, is applying for the Northern troops like Baron Tale suggested the answer?â
âBut thatâs only possible for knight school graduates.â
The clamor slowly became bigger and bigger.
Roan raised his hand once again to calmed the mood.
âThe answer to this topic isâ¦â¦â
Gulp.
Everyone made a dry gulp.
Feeling their gazes pouring down, Roan calmly continued his words.
âEvery suggestions that came out until now.â
Suddenly, the students and the professors made aghast expressions.
Soul-less expressions.
Roan continued to talk without minding them.
âThere is no right answer to this topic. However, there are countless and diverse answers that exist.â
He pointed at the students.
âThe methods that everyone suggested are those answers.â
The silence went on.
âNo wayâ¦â¦â
Some students murmured with quiet voices.
Soon, shouts mixed with annoyance echoed.
âAll the suggestions we put out are the answers?â
âAre you saying thereâs no correct answer?â
âThen, why would we even have this debate?â
âDid we just waste our time?â
Roan shook his head at those words.
He slowly moved his foot and stood in front of the desk.
From this point on was the story that Roan wanted to tell.
âEveryone. If you knew the future, did you feel like you could do anything, and accomplish anything? But when we actually debated, you should have realized that thereâs lot less that you can do than you first thought. Instead, you would also be scared. Because if you canât respond correctly, you or the people important to you could die.â
The clamoring students closed their mouths.
They carefully listened to Roanâs story.
âKnowing the future; itâs not as difficult as you think. Whatâs the reason that everyone is studying hard for four years in the academy? To earn wealth? For power? Honor? In the end, itâs for the future. Smart friends and those who studied diligently should know. What kind of crops and minerals would become valuable, or perhaps where the kingdomâs current political power is and where itâs going. You should be able to predict and judge those things.â
Several students nodded their head.
Roanâs words continued.
âIn the end, the only difference is how much certainty you have, and is not very different from knowing the future. Iâll ask everyone again. A year from now, the price of wheat will skyrocket. What will you do?â
The students didnât quickly answer and raised countless plans again and again.
Looking at the twinkling light in their eyes, Roan faintly smiled.
âWhat everyone is thinking of right now are the answers to preparing for the future. But thatâs not the everything.â
With a finger, he pointed toward his head.
âThe world isnât inside the head. The world isâ¦â¦â
The finger pointing at the head pointed towards the sky.
âOutside.â
A strength set in his voice.
âDonât just think, but personally act. You already have plenty of answers. Now, it is timeâ¦â¦â
A smile hanged in Roanâs mouth.
âTo prove the answer.â
With this, the lecture was over.
The story Roan wanted to tell the students.
That is to say that they should personally move, act, face, and experience.
There were many smart people.
If we included the people who think they are smart, that number goes up even more.
But in reality, there were only a few people who left their names in history.
âIf you simply think of walking and donât actually walkâ¦â¦â
Roanâs eyes flashed with light.
âNo footsteps will remain.â
Even if one failed and despaired, the footsteps he left behind would become a sign.
âIf you walk on and on, youâll arrive at your goal.â
Just like that, Roan was tirelessly walking forward right now.
He wasnât simply thinking and planning, but actually walking.
He wished that the Tron Academyâs students too would become people who diligently walked forward.
âIâm not sure if they understood my message.â
Roan inwardly made a bitter smile.
He wasnât sure about the students, but there were many things he got from the special lecture.
âAmong the many methods the students suggested, there were quite a lot worth using.â
The bold and radical methods that most nobles would likely avoid.
Roan planned on refining them.
âThen with this, Iâll end the special lecture.â
He walked to the side of the desk and bowed.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The students still looked to be deep in thought.
At that sight, Roan faintly smiled.
At that moment.
âSir Baron Tale.â
Among the students, a powerfully built young man stood up.
He was quite a handsome young man, but his face was filled with a tired expression.
âIâm Tron Academyâs knight school fourth year Brian Miles.â
Suddenly, a shocked look appeared on Roanâs face.
âBrian Miles?â
A name he had forgotten until now.
But it was a name that one would have heard of at least once if one was a kingdomâs knight or a soldier.
At least, it was like that in the last life.
Especially to Roan who was Pierceâs friend, he was someone that left a strong impression.
He looked straight into Brianâs eyes.
âBrian Miles.â
His heart rapidly beated.
âThe unfortunate genius.â
*****
Boom!
From deep in the mountains, an explosion suddenly sounded.
Kugugugung.
Giant trees fell down and a mountainside collapsed.
Keuheoheoheong.
And following that, a monsterâs scream echoed.
Bang!
Again, an explosion rang out.
The monsterâs scream, as if it was a lie, wasnât heard anymore.
Instead.
âOi! I told you to control your strength. Your mana handling is still rough!â
An angry roar loudly echoed.
And then.
âMaster. Thatâs not as easy as it sounds.â
A moody voice rang out.
Soon, the fallen tree was moved aside and a middle-aged man and a young man showed up.
Both of their hairs and beards were long.
The young man sat down on the tree and sighed.
âHuu.â
At that sight, the middle-aged man frowned.
âWhy a sigh all of a sudden?â
A voice that was somehow humorous.
Puk!
Instead of an answer, the young man planted the spear in his right hand by his foot.
The middle-aged man snickered and glanced.
âWhy? You want to go down?â
At those words, the young man once again sighed.
âHuu. Itâs already been a year since we entered the Grain Mountains. Isnât it about time we go back down?â
âAnd youâre satisfied with your skill?â
The middle-aged man threw out a question instead of an answer.
The young man wasnât able to say anything.
The middle-aged manâs words continued.
âEven if you go down now, youâll still have your name flaunted as one of the top spearman in the kingdom. But thatâs all. If Roan is acting with the continent as his stage, then youâll only be a so-so friend.â
Roan. The name Roan came out of the middle-aged manâs mouth.
âI heard you made a promise Roan. That youâll become the continentâs best spearman.â
The final blow.
The young man, who had his head down, suddenly stood up.
Grabbing the spear by his foot, he looked at the middle-aged man.
âMaster. Letâs go somewhere deeper.â
At those words, the middle aged man brightly smiled.
âThatâs it. Now youâre acting like Pierce.â
Pierce.
The young manâs identity was Pierce.
And the middle-aged man that was harshly driving that Pierce was Reil Baker, the man known as a genius of the spear.
For their spear training, the two had entered the Grain Mountains.
Thanks to that, they had completely no idea what was happening to the Rinse Kingdom and Roan.
They simply focused again and again on training.
Reil put his arm around Pierce and made a wild face.
âThen. Shall we go somewhere deeper?â
Pierce smiled bitterly at those words.
But his footsteps were already heading deep into the Grain Mountains.
âSir Adjutant Roan. Just a little longer, please wait just a little longer.â
His loyalty was the same.
No, his loyalty became deeper as the time he spent away became longer.
Soon, Pierce and Reil disappeared.
Boom!
Once again, an explosion rang out.
And.
âHey! I told you to control your strength!â
Reilâs voice followed.
End
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