Fled Without Realizing I Had Prevented the Apocalypse

At the Emperor’s unexpected words, Arlea’s body trembles slightly.
The manifestation of a technique, and the Emperor’s First Star.
Arlea’s mind isn’t so dull as to not understand these two terms.
Her mind instantly deduced one piece of information upon hearing the Emperor’s words.
That her master, Kyle Amillan, had performed some technique, and the Emperor before her had read that technique.
Given that a wanted order had been issued, Kyle wouldn’t come near the Imperial Palace or the capital, so it meant the Emperor had detected Kyle manifesting a technique somewhere in the Empire’s territory. If one knew how vast the Empire’s territory was, everyone would know this was impossible.
However, Arlea didn’t bother to question the truth of the information the Emperor had mentioned.
She naturally thought it was true.
There were two reasons.
First.
The Emperor had initially muttered to herself. Although she spoke as if for Arlea to hear after calling her, there was no reason to deceive her through such mutterings.

Second.
Arlea’s senses, which had improved in magic power manipulation after becoming a medium for an Outer God’s descent, allowed her to gauge what kind of being the person before her was.
Although the criteria weren’t clear, so she couldn’t immediately gauge their rank like her master, she could tell whether the opponent was at a level she could handle or not.
Despite such vague senses, Arlea instinctively realized.
That the red-eyed woman sitting before her had reached a position she couldn’t even dare to approach.
5th rank, the realm called superhuman.
Moreover, since the world had given her the title of Divine Archer, Arlea had never felt such pressure.
Even 7th rank superhumans occasionally encountered in wars, or her master called the Sword Demon who freely roamed the battlefield, couldn’t overwhelm her with just their aura without killing intent.
Therefore, Arlea’s guess naturally went to the next level.
‘8th rank.’
Those who have once again transcended superhumans and grasped the qualification to become constellations in the sky themselves.
Those who can claim to walk their own path beyond the established ranks, essentially standing at the limit of mortality as humans.
And Arlea knew well what those who had reached such 8th rank were called.
“Transcendent…”

Excluding the constellations that have become stars in the sky and gods of the outer sea, it’s no exaggeration to say they are among the strongest in this world.
Therefore, all those who have reached the 8th rank so far have revealed their realm to the whole world while receiving the focus of attention.
8th rank.
Those who have reached such a position had enormous military power and influence enough to handle national-level organizations.
However, that the Empire’s Emperor, of all people, had reached the 8th rank.
Even Arlea, who prided herself on having seen confidential information that no one else knew as the First Princess of the Kingdom of Raziel, had not heard rumors about the Emperor’s realm.
She had only vaguely heard that when the Emperor was not yet Emperor, she had shown talent in magic at a young age.
More than twenty years have passed since then, but no one knows about the Emperor’s rank.
In other words, it means the Emperor has been hiding her realm for all those long years.
What on earth is the Emperor trying to gain by going to such lengths?
Perhaps because she was absorbed in such speculation.
[Hooh…]
Arlea didn’t realize that the Emperor’s gaze had been directed at her for some time.
[I was uncertain when I heard the report that she was that guy’s disciple, but looking at those eyes, I understand now.]
The pressure felt simultaneously with recognizing the gaze.
An aura that seems to suit the position of Emperor more than anyone else in the world pressures her.
Unlike when Arlea herself recognized the Emperor, the Emperor is directly looking at her, so the degree of pressure is different.
A power that suppresses a 5th rank superhuman just by looking.
[Yes, I’ve confirmed all the reports. Including the one saying the princess herself hopes to enter the Special Forces.]

At her words, Karla, who was looking at the Emperor reclining on the throne, opened her mouth.
“Yes. I intend to recommend her to the Special Forces with my recommendation letter, which is a unique authority of the Special Forces.”
[An archer who has reached 5th rank. Moreover, a talent that can look to the next level if given the opportunity, so it wouldn’t be bad to receive a recommendation at this chance.]
“Especially since the princess’s appearance and the Outer God descent incident overlapped, if the princess herself desires to join the Special Forces and the Empire accepts this, we expect it will build quite a good image on the surface as well.”
Karla’s eloquence pours out as if she had been waiting.
As the reasons for recommending her were perfectly prepared as previously discussed, Arlea cautiously relaxed.
And it seemed this wasn’t just Arlea’s thought, as the Emperor, who had been silent for a moment, also offered similar praise.
[My Second Star has chosen her aide very well.]
“…Thank you…”
[I don’t know if it’s a problem because she’s too excellent, or if she’s just following the upper stream.]
“Pardon?”
The Emperor, who had been muttering incomprehensible words, glanced down at Arlea and Karla and said.
[The audience is over. Karla, your recommendation letter will soon be accepted, so you may leave now.]
A clear dismissal.
Although Arlea felt uneasy about the rather insignificant conversation for something the Emperor had wanted to see directly in such a short time, she followed Karla out of the office.

“Phew…”
After leaving the audience room and putting some distance, Karla and Arlea let out the sighs they had been holding back.
“We somehow passed through well.”
“Indeed.”

Although there was an uneasy feeling somewhere, Arlea looked at Karla while feeling relieved that they had passed safely for now.
Karla’s expression also seemed relieved that the recommendation letter had been accepted safely.
“It ended faster than I thought.”
“Yes, it ended quickly thanks to His Majesty the Emperor leaving a division body.”
Division body?
As Arlea opened her eyes wide, Karla started explaining with an “Ah” sound.
“It’s a kind of avatar that His Majesty sometimes sets up when leaving her seat. She directly controls it with her own magic power, so its power is about 80% of the main body?”
That wasn’t full power?
Arlea’s mouth gaped open at Karla’s explanation.
The memory of being overwhelmed just moments ago was clear, yet that wasn’t even full power.
Then, just how powerful is the full strength of an 8th rank transcendent?
While Arlea was lost in such thoughts, Karla voiced a different thought.
“But if she used a division body, she must have gone quite far. I wonder where she went…”

“It’s not going well…”
Three days after the first lesson.
Beatrice was continuing her training on the training ground that had been repaired after being destroyed in the sparring match.
The method Kyle had directly taught her, using manipulation techniques to deflect the opponent’s sword strikes or magic.
If she went further, she could go beyond simply deflecting and directly inflict damage on the opponent with their own techniques.
Thinking about it, it was quite an efficient technique.
That was why Beatrice was personally on the training ground practicing.
Of course, just because she was practicing, the technique wasn’t immediately perfected or anything like that, but at least Beatrice didn’t think spending time to perfect this technique was a waste.
The new technique Kyle had shown was something even she hadn’t thought of, and it was a special technique utilization she had never heard of from anyone else.
As a merchant, and as a woman, no one dislikes uniqueness.
That’s why Beatrice was practicing this new technique without any discomfort, spending time on it.

Perhaps that’s why.
“But, wasn’t this not the original purpose?”
Her secretary, who had been blankly watching her training, was the first to speak up.
She touched the traces Beatrice had made while kneeling, and casually asked a question as if it was nothing.
A light question, like throwing a pebble into a lake.
However, whether that lightness applies to the lake is another story.
Like a small pebble causing large ripples, Beatrice’s eyes trembled upon hearing the secretary’s question.

She had been so captivated by the new technique Kyle had shown that she hadn’t realized it, but this wasn’t her original purpose.
From the start, it was tutoring she had begun to buy time to somehow tie Kyle to the guild.
But if she’s focusing on the tutoring content while losing sight of her original purpose, there’s no reason for spending a large sum of money to request tutoring from Kyle.
Of course, the utility of the new technique he showed was certainly worth the price, but since it wasn’t what Beatrice herself wanted, it had no meaning from the start.
“Th-That’s right…?”
But realizing this doesn’t change anything.
From the beginning, receiving tutoring was just a temporary idea to buy time.
The fundamental goal of tying Kyle to her guild had never been achieved in the first place.
So to achieve the goal of tying Kyle down, she needed to apply a completely different method.
“To tie Kyle to the guild… What should I do?”
At Beatrice’s question, which seemed to be seeking an answer from herself, the secretary heaved a deep sigh.
She wasn’t used to seeing her master, who usually showed unwavering coldness in earning hundreds of millions of sel in gold coins, showing such an appearance entangled with one man.
However, not being used to it and following are different things.
After all, even the naive Beatrice was her superior.
After pondering for a moment, the secretary voiced the hint that came to her mind.
“He’s someone who already has money and honor, right? Then, shouldn’t you show him something special that’s only in this guild and nowhere else to make him stay?”
“Something special that’s only in this guild and nowhere else?”
“Yes, to obtain something, one must pay an equivalent value. Isn’t that your motto, Guild Leader?”
“Hmm…”
Perhaps inspired by the secretary’s words, Beatrice seemed to be seriously contemplating something, and then nodded as if she understood.
Unlike her initial appearance, seeing her master looking somewhat relieved, the secretary smiled contentedly.
And the next day.
“Kyle.”
“What is it?”
“Would you like to have a special gold coin I made?”
Watching the guild leader proudly presenting a gold coin with her own face engraved on it, the secretary seriously considered retirement.