Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 626 A Series of Victories and Academic Success

"In Atlantis, rights and responsibilities are always linked. Since you are willing to take on such a great responsibility, you must learn to acquire the ability to assume responsibility and fulfill your obligations. Chelsea, I have high hopes for you!"

Chelsea remained silent. However, although there were some prerequisites for gaining power and wealth, many people wanted the opportunity but didn't have it. It was just about studying, so she would study.

"In addition, Miss Chelsea, starting today, you must also train with us in martial arts."

After Mine finished speaking, Akame came over and started talking about something else.

"Ah, I practice martial arts?"

Chelsea pointed to her nose, her expression somewhat incredulous. A gentle and ordinary girl like her shouldn't be associated with martial arts training or anything like that.

"Yes, that's you."

Akame nodded seriously, while her younger sister Kurome explained, "As high-ranking members of the Assassin's Guild, we often face assassination attempts."

Of course, most assassinations are nothing to us, but for someone who has just joined us, they can be quite deadly.

Chelsea's eyes widened. Was she going to be assassinated?

Seeing this, Tsukushi chimed in, offering a comforting remark: "Of course, while Broly is in this world, you will never have any problems with your life."

The girl visibly relaxed.

"However, Brother Broly won't stay in this world forever."

She became nervous again.

"Although we can still send people to continue protecting you while Broly is no longer in this world."

Cornelia's words brought Chelsea a sigh of relief.

"But rather than accepting the protection of others, it is better to become stronger yourself and take your own life firmly into your own hands."

"This is for your safety. You need to train in martial arts with us and strive to become stronger."

Leone was in the yard, doing her daily sparring with Bonnie, talking as she practiced.

"If you need a strict instructor, I can help and guarantee you'll be thoroughly trained."

Merad came up behind the girl and breathed into her ear.

The future of privilege and power is foreseeable, but this path also seems to be fraught with risks.

Assassination is something that ordinary people may never encounter in their entire lives.

But for the higher-ups of the Assassin's Guild, it seemed to be just a common occurrence.

"Can I back out of becoming Lord Broly's wife now?"

Chelsea really wanted to ask that, but...

"Please teach me martial arts, so that I can become as strong as you!"

Considering that everyone here is an assassin, and also because he is reluctant to give up the wealth that is about to be his.

Chelsea, however, was willing to give it her all.

. . . .

The martial arts tournament concluded successfully. Sambasang, who participated for the first time in three years, did not win the championship again. He defeated Will, who was a Teigu user, with his hard power, but he could not defeat Mato, who failed to become one of the Four Demon Rakshasa due to unforeseen circumstances.

A blonde girl dressed in a hot white bikini with bandages on her hands became the champion of this martial arts tournament.

Of course, if Najenda hadn't withdrawn from the competition, the championship should have been hers. However, Najenda had already achieved her goal of coming to the Great Western Kingdom. Rather than continuing to participate in the martial arts tournament, this female general wanted to build an army to quell the chaos as soon as possible.

Having secured a cheap horse head, he rejected offers from various factions and, on the championship field, directly requested to join the Assassin's Guild.

“I, Horse Head, was formerly an Imperial citizen, but now I wish to abandon the darkness and join the light, becoming a member of the Great Western Kingdom to uphold justice. I would like to join the Assassin's Guild. Please, Lord Broly, grant me this opportunity.”

Broly was also quite bewildered by this situation.

"Nahashu, what do you think?"

He asked the young man next to him.

"I initially thought she was sent by the imperial exiled regime, but now it seems she just wants to shed the influence of her past identity and join us..."

Nahashu felt that the horse-head's request to join must have no other purpose; otherwise, it would be too foolish for the champion of the martial arts tournament to directly request to join.

"Should we accept it or not?"

"If we want to quell the chaos in the world, accepting former imperialists who come to us would be a better option."

Nahashu pondered for a moment before giving his reply.

For this reason, Horse Head was accepted into the League of Assassins without any trouble, but she was soon sent to the army that Najenda was building.

"If there's something wrong with her, kill her."

Although he didn't think the horse-headed creature was an undercover agent, Nahash still sent Esdeath a letter.

"Lady Esdeath, what are the organization's plans for me?"

The messenger, a horse, stood before Esdeath, his back ramrod straight, awaiting his superior's instructions.

"You are the champion of this martial arts tournament, and your strength is quite good. You can be my personal guard."

Esdeath froze the letter in her hand, shredded the frozen paper, and then assigned the blonde girl a good position.

Her personal guards were not the pampered soldiers hiding in the rear, but rather the vanguard troops who charged into battle alongside her. Those without sufficient strength would die the fastest, but those with strength were often the fastest to achieve merit.

"Yes, Lady Esdeath!"

He saluted with his horse's head raised, then ran off to collect his military uniform.

. . . . .

The process of establishing a new army to quell foreign rebellions involved everything from proposing the idea to holding a meeting to approve it, followed by allocating funds to select elite soldiers from the armies of various city-states to form a new army...

In less than ten days, an elite legion of 80,000 men was already ready to go on the border with the former empire’s central region.

The reason for this rapid progress is related to Esdeath's past efforts to reorganize the environment of the Western Regions, leading the armies of various city-states to suppress bandits and resolve the rebellions led by the old nobles.

Esdeath is the core, while the armies of the various city-states are like components that are assembled and distributed as needed, under the jurisdiction of the Assassin's Guild.

After being transferred here, they quickly became accustomed to being assembled into a highly disciplined legion based on their military rank.

The Great Western Kingdom launched a war without declaring war, and its 80,000-strong army marched across the border, capturing 3 cities, 12 towns, and numerous villages in just three days.

The imperial exiled regime was stunned, while the Southern Revolutionary Army was overjoyed, believing that their own General Najenda had successfully persuaded Atlantis to side with them.

But after the pacification army attacked even the areas controlled by the revolutionary army, these people realized that the traitorous general Najenda had now betrayed the Southern Revolutionary Army and joined Atlantis, becoming a third force preparing to settle the conflict between the two sides.

"Najeta, you fickle, treacherous traitor, you deserve to die a horrible death!"

The captured Southern Revolutionary Army general, uttering these words in anger, was forced before Najenda. "My betrayal was not for power, but for the people."

At the time, I believed that by assisting the Southern Revolutionary Army in overthrowing the imperial regime, I could change the fate of many civilians who were oppressed to death and bring peace and happiness to the people. Therefore, I betrayed the empire.

But after betraying the regime and overthrowing it, the revolutionary army failed to deliver on its promises. Instead, they engaged in practices similar to those of the empire, ruthlessly exploiting the common people.

"That's because we haven't completely eradicated the corrupt imperial regime yet, and we still need military funds to fight the war. The suffering of the people is only for the sake of final victory..."

"But you don't need to be in such a hurry. You can establish strongholds in the cities you capture and take it one step at a time."

"If we take it slow, then Atlantis..."

"Ha, so all the high-ranking members of the Revolutionary Army care about is power. They worry that if they don't take down Ernest and the young emperor immediately, Atlantis might intervene and seize the fruits of victory."

"Isn't that obvious? Your attack right now is proof enough!"

"But in fact, it was because of me that the Great Western Kingdom was willing to send troops."

“Najeta, no matter what you say, you can’t hide the fact that you’ve betrayed us multiple times.”

The captured general looked at Esdeath and said, "Your Majesty, Ice Queen, do you really trust a traitor who has betrayed his master multiple times?"

"Ha, useless sowing tricks. Najenda is just being true to her ideals. She just wants to save the people at the bottom. On that point, she has never betrayed anyone."

Esdeath gave a disdainful smile and looked at Najenda: "It's better to just kill this kind of guy."

"I want to minimize the number of deaths. There are generals in the revolutionary army who are dedicated to the people."

Esdeath sighed, but could only accept that the number of enemies would decrease.

"General Gretel, to you, which is more important, the people or power?"

"The people, but that doesn't mean I'll become a traitor."

"General Gretel, think about it. Within the territory of the Empire, who has the ability to quickly end the war? Who was overthrown by the revolutionary army, made a deal with the Western countries, and is now the Empire's exiled regime?"
Or is it the Southern Revolutionary Army, which also has the support of some Western countries and is still locked in a fierce battle with the imperial exiled regime?
No, in my view, neither side has the ability to end the war quickly, and the Western countries will not allow us to end the war easily.

They would rather see a chaotic country than one with a unified government, where the people would be tormented by endless wars until they bleed to death.

Since your stance is that of the people, why not join Atlantis, the nation most likely to end wars and unafraid of Western powers, and bring peace to the people suffering from war?

Gretel: "..."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to go back to the Revolutionary Army headquarters and secretly contact people who share the same ideas as me and you."

Gretel returned, along with the captured Imperial generals.

"Lord Liva, are we really going to try and persuade the Empire's generals to defect?"

On the hillside, the young man looked at his superior and couldn't help but ask.

"Brand, do you want to end the war?"

"Of course."

"Then General Najenda is right."

"But the reputation of a traitor."

"I would rather see a peaceful country than one with a good reputation."

Because General Bud had died in battle, General Leva, who had been promoted by Minister Ernest, was preparing to return with his loyal subordinate Brand, who had killed a hundred men, to stab the exiled imperial regime in the back.

. . . .

After the army that quelled the rebellion set out, they reported a series of victories, but for Chelsea, who was far behind at home, this was something she had no time to care about.

After experiencing a major turning point in her life and more than half a month has passed, Chelsea's current daily life and mindset are roughly like this:

Waking up in the morning: "The hardship is only temporary. My future will definitely be wonderful. Come on, Chelsea, you can do it!"

Exhausted after a long day: "Waaah, I can't take it anymore, I'm so tired! When will this endless cycle of studying and practicing martial arts ever end?! I wish I could go back to the past and be a happy little boss selling hamburgers and counting my money!"

The girl was dejected, her clothes soaked with sweat, and she looked as if she had just been pulled out of the water after falling in.

Chelsea, like a walking corpse, walked into the house.

"Thank you for your hard work, Chelsea. Leave the rest to me."

Upon seeing the Saiyan boy waiting for her at the bathroom door, the girl quickened her pace and completely surrendered her exhausted body to him.

Broly gently carried the person into the bathroom, helped her undress, rinsed her body with warm water, and then used his exquisite massage techniques to relieve the girl's fatigue from the day.

This time of day is Chelsea's happiest time. Her physical and mental fatigue is gradually wiped away by the boy's fingertips, and the warm breath flows into her body, making her feel like she has returned to her mother's womb.

"Ouch, Broly, my shoulder, you can put a little more pressure on it."

"Ok."

Broly's small hand tightened its grip on the girl's delicate shoulder, and Chelsea let out a soft moan of pleasure. Her happiness level, which had dropped due to the day's arduous schoolwork, rebounded rapidly and reached a new high.

Is this force appropriate?

"Wow, that's perfect."

Although Chelsea didn't have the same experience as Akame and the others in building a friendship with Broly, she did build a different kind of bond with the boy—the bond between a massage therapist and the person receiving the massage.

Broly was like a relaxing harbor for her, a place where she could find solace and comfort after a long day.

On the rattan bath bed, before long, a series of glistening water droplets began to fall. Incontinence is an occasional lapse in control that occurs when one is completely relaxed.

Chelsea went from being shy at first to being used to it now. The warm water poured down her back, cleaning her body and the scrubbing bed.

Chelsea, however, showed no intention of getting out of bed. Instead, she turned to the side, opened her arms to the boy, and pleaded in a slightly coquettish tone, "Lord Broly, I'm still very tired. Could you carry me to the bath?"

When Broly first saw Chelsea like this, he thought he was seeing his goddess master drunk. But after Mine and the others followed suit, he came to the conclusion that his wife, who loved to be pampered, liked to be carried to the bath by him at this time.

Broly did not refuse Chelsea's request. He lifted the girl off the bathing bed, but the contrast in their sizes made the princess carry look a little strange.

Inside the steamy bathroom, only he and Chelsea were present; Akame and the others would arrive later.

"Lord Broly, someone has come to visit you."

Just as he was in the bathtub, continuing to massage Chelsea's body, Taeko's voice rang out from outside the door.

Who is visiting me?

Broly was a little curious.

Having come to this world, he should have met everyone he was supposed to meet.

"He is Bishop Batunan of the Sayan religion."

(End of this chapter)