Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 272 The Holy Sword's Fourfold Insurance

On the other side, the unified empire in the south.

Friedrich frowned at Leggett's claim that the mages were killing each other.

The emperor's plan was utterly wicked, but he didn't intend to offer any advice; as the ruler of a country, it was quite reasonable for him to do so.

After all, there is only one Holy Sword, so it should naturally be given to the most powerful mage.

Although this would cause the empire to lose a number of special magic talents, it is not an unacceptable thing compared to obtaining a useful weapon that can kill all magicians.

Besides, the empire has no shortage of these mages.

However, he still keenly perceived the biggest hidden danger within it.

That's human nature.

Having endured a hellish infighting and wielding immense power, can those chosen ones truly still be completely controlled by their so-called weaknesses?
Ambition, like weeds, grows wildly when nourished by blood and power.

So-called family and mere lovers seem to be nothing irreplaceable in the face of the deadly temptation of the Holy Sword.

Friedrich always assumed the worst of others, and he believed that there must be many such people among the magicians.

“Your Majesty,” Friedrich said gravely, “forgive my bluntness, but such a selection process, which is like raising poisonous insects, will surely produce survivors who are extremely ruthless.”

The power of the Holy Sword would likely amplify his inner desires infinitely. Even with a so-called weakness to restrain it, unpredictable variables could still arise, potentially turning it into a major threat.

He phrased it very tactfully, but it was practically a direct statement of his concern that the swordsman might betray him.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Leggett was not displeased at all; instead, he let out a low laugh.

He strolled back to the holy sword, his fingertips tracing the light flowing across its platinum blade, his gaze filled with admiration for his greatest creation.

“I have considered your concerns, teacher.” He turned around and looked directly at Friedrich. “Precisely because I do not trust anyone, I have already laid down three, no, to be precise, four shackles.”

“The first layer is the so-called bloodline magic.” Leggett’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “Those dwarves who are addicted to alcohol, with just a few cartloads of their treasured wines, revealed all their secrets. And among them was the bloodline shackles of the Light of Els.

When they forged the Light of Elsword, the Godslayer personally set up a restriction to prevent the power of the holy sword from being misused, ensuring that only those of Norn bloodline and those he approved could fully activate it.

This core technology has now been incorporated into this imperial holy sword at my request.

He patted the cold sword case: "Therefore, I am its only master!"
Even if the restriction is temporarily lifted and the device given to someone else, it doesn't change the fact that I can reapply the restriction at any time if I so choose. This is the most basic lock.

“The second step,” Leggett said, looking at Friedrich, “is to require you, teacher, to personally place a curse spell within the body of the victor, or rather, to plant a magical bomb within their body.”

I hope you can keep this matter discreet, teacher. I will create opportunities for you and try my best to prevent the other party from finding out. I will need to trouble you with this.

Friedrich remained silent; this was indeed his area of ​​expertise.

However, it is quite difficult to prevent a magician from noticing that a spell has been placed on their body; it may require an unimaginable amount of effort.

But since His Majesty has spoken, he will naturally obey and do his best to carry it out. Leggett paid no attention to his expression, nor did he give him time to hesitate, and continued, "The third level is teleportation magic."

Deep within the core of the magic ore at the hilt of the Holy Sword, a small spatial magic circle is engraved.

Once activated, no matter where the Holy Sword is in the world, it will instantly return to my hands. This is the last resort to ensure it will never be lost.

“And the fourth…” A strange expression appeared on Leggett’s face, mixed with a hint of mockery, “I will bestow upon him supreme glory and legitimacy.”

He paused, then said, word by word, "Those who pass the final trial will be publicly announced throughout the nation and bestowed with the title of hero!"

"Brave?"

Friedrich paused slightly. This title, which symbolized light and redemption in the age of mythology, seemed so out of place, even absurd, with the dark plans the emperor was devising.

“That’s right, hero.” Leggett’s smile deepened, filled with malice. “Think about it, teacher, what a wonderful irony this is?”

A hero appointed by the emperor of the unified empire, wielding a holy sword no less powerful than the Light of El, shoulders the great mission of unifying the continent, defeating the demons, and saving the world.

His first target was the saint Celia, who had once saved the world, for a simple reason: she was hindering humanity's progress in unifying the continent.

The wheel of fate always seems to enjoy playing such cruel jokes, doesn't it?

Friedrich did not reply; he also felt that His Majesty's decision was somewhat too morbid.

Leggett continued, "He is the chosen one, who has endured hardships to gain the Holy Sword's approval. All his actions are aimed at bringing the prosperity of the Empire to all the divided lands, and at uniting the power of all mankind to ultimately fight against the Northern Demons!"
This is the proper justification.

This halo makes it easier for the swordsman to accept his mission, even immersing himself in this bestowed sense of justice, thus reducing the possibility of betrayal.

After hearing the emperor's meticulously planned four-fold arrangement, Friedrich fell into a long silence.

He had to admit that Leggett's plan far exceeded his expectations, with each layer of insurance targeting a different level, effectively plugging almost all the obvious loopholes.

However, the unease deep in his heart did not completely dissipate.

After all, when it comes to matters of magic, there are always unpredictable changes.

But seeing Leggett's determined look, he knew that further persuasion was useless.

He sighed softly, finally voicing the concern that had been lingering in his heart: "Your Majesty has grown up. But putting all that aside, I am still somewhat confused: do we really have to take action against the Kingdom of El at this moment?"

Leggett's gaze sharpened: "What do you mean, teacher?"

"The demon race has not been completely wiped out; they are merely licking their wounds in the frigid north."

For thousands of years, they have been the greatest threat to mankind. I have a vague feeling that they are accumulating power and are not as calm as they appear on the surface.

The Kingdom of El, located in the center of the continent, serves as, to some extent, the first line of defense against the southward advance of the demons, and also prevents the empire from directly bordering the demons.

(End of this chapter)