Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

Pianna didn't actually like children very much, so the reason she approached little Yelena was...

Everyone wants that.

To understand someone, you must first understand the people who are most familiar with them.

Of course, this is not exploitation.

It's a perfectly legitimate transaction!

For demons, trading is their primary job.

"Can you tell your sister what difficulties you're facing? I'm your sister's good friend, I can help you."

Everyone can.

The girl crouched down to be level with the girl, making herself appear more approachable.

Sarkaz.

Yelena was lost in thought, but not because she disliked the person in front of her.

It's just because of the word Sarkaz.

The one who defeated her so easily was also a Sarkaz.

The impact that mercenary had on her was simply too profound.

They fight with the spirit of mutual destruction, completely disregarding their own life or death. But if the opponent is willing to cherish their life, then they have already lost half the battle.

It was terrifying; at least the smell of blood was unforgettable.

However, the person in front of her was a stark contrast. She thought that all demons were as evil as rumored, and that mercenary confirmed the truth of such rumors.

However, the girl named Pianna seemed to be different.

Or perhaps the rumors are simply false.

"Are all Sarkaz people so reckless in battle that they don't care about their lives?"

Seemingly afraid of upsetting the girl in front of her, and also very curious, the little girl asked in a voice so faint it was almost inaudible.

"puff."

However, what she got in return was a burst of suppressed laughter.

Ugh?

"That's true, that's how the Sarkaz are. So, have you ever been bullied by those kinds of guys?"

Seemingly a little shy, Yelena nodded nonetheless.

Sarkaz are naturally highly resistant to Originium-related products.

The high rate of primal infection that would cause death to normal Terrans is not a major problem for the Sarkaz.

Therefore, the statement that the average number of severely infected people in Kazdel is not a false rumor.

But there's nothing that can be done about it, since Kazdel is a country perpetually shrouded in war.

"That's normal. That's why many people like to hire Sarkaz mercenaries. After all, they're very strong and know a little bit about everything."

However, this is just an excuse. To get close to someone you know, you always need to offer some benefit in order to integrate into their circle.

This applies to both the nobles of Kazdel and the unscrupulous merchants in the business alliance.

The same applies to dealing with children.

"Hmm~ then, little Yelena, would you like to...?"

"Learn magic, huh?"

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I've been working really hard writing today, so I'll probably post three chapters today. After that, I'm considering offering a bounty, and I'm still asking what kind of bounty would be reasonable. After all, even though I have some drafts saved up, I feel like I'll still be in debt quite a bit.

And then I asked Orange Mom, and she said that there are recommendations after 200,000 words, so the sooner the better. It's likely that she'll update more first and then open up the bounty. I guess she can throw out all the backlog this time. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

As long as you guys are happy, that's all that matters. [Hehe]

By the way, are you about to start your holiday? Or are you already on holiday? If you are on holiday, then I won't have to update every day at the same time; I can update whenever I want, posting whatever I write.

Section 61, Chapter 59: [The Magic of Sacrifice]

The Sarkaz people are naturally highly resistant to Originium products.

Naturally, the Sarkaz people also have a strong affinity for the use of Originium Arts.

They can overclock more recklessly, unleash greater power at the same level of usage, and even disregard normal usage methods due to the special nature of mercenaries.

In the mercenary world, all sorts of unorthodox and shady practices can be found.

As long as killing is possible, there's no such thing as academic or non-academic.

The Sarkaz people, however, never give much thought to anything other than killing.

As for the Sarkaz's Originium Arts, that is a very profound discipline.

After all, the Sarkaz's Originium Arts are quite ancient.

The Demon King originated from Kazdel, the Royal Court once existed in Kazdel, and now, if you want to find the most reliable mercenaries on Terra, Kazdel is still the place.

A nation that specializes in exporting war and violence will naturally put more effort into Originium Arts, a highly efficient art of killing.

so···

Why a knife?

Yelena was holding a strangely shaped dagger that Pianna had pulled out from somewhere, looking completely bewildered.

Where's the promised magic?

However, the girl noticed Yelena's confusion and explained with a smile.

"The use of Originium Arts requires an Originium product as a medium, of course. You don't really intend to use the Originium crystals on your body as a medium, do you?!"

"Biana...is he a monk?"

"Yes, a very typical Sarkaz mage."

The girl looked the young man up and down. He was gentle, polite, graceful, and had never done any housework. He had blonde hair, red eyes, slender arms, and was dressed in what looked like very expensive clothes.

I still have some doubts.

Although my sister is also the type who looks like she can't fight at all but can actually kill a group of people, we can't expect to encounter this kind of thing all the time.

Even if the chances are high, you can't expect to encounter it every time, right?

With a friendly smile, Pianna slowly removed the glove from her right hand.

The long gloves cover the entire forearm, which looks quite nice.

However, when she took off her gloves, Yelena understood why she had worn them.

The reason is simple: the area on the forearm between the cuff and the glove, where the fabric should have covered it, wasn't exposed skin, but rather...

Grimace-like metal, and interlocking gears!

This is! ! !

Through the gaps in the metal frame, one can see that the internal mechanical structure is constantly adjusting its internal operating order as the arm moves.

The ten fingers are incredibly flexible, no different from the original products of nature, made of flesh and blood, and even more flexible and stronger.

Seeing the girl's shocked expression, bian smiled with some satisfaction.

"Now you understand why I'm a mage, right? This is a product of Originium."

The robotic arm, dyed a dark red, even had some white characters and numbers drawn on it, but unfortunately Yelena didn't recognize those markings.

But she had never seen or even heard of such a thing before.

Is this... the power of the rich?

The noblewoman from Kazdel, Pianna, shocked the little girl's worldview with her first move.

After all, Ursus is quite backward. Although it has no shortage of high-end industries, those things are too far removed from the lives of ordinary people.

Those infected, who are treated like rats in the street, don't even have the right to hear about them.

On this day, Yelena realized just how deep the class divide in this world had become.

He glanced at the dagger in his hand, then at Bianna's arm.

She suddenly realized a problem.

Seemingly finding the question somewhat important, the girl ran up to Pianna and touched her right arm amidst the girl's puzzled gaze.

"This is purely a mechanical structure, how can you feel anything?"

The girl said with a smile. But Yelena didn't seem to care about that.

"Then, what about the original arm?"

"uh-huh···"

He blinked, and suddenly a mysterious look appeared on Pianna's face.

"That's a very, very long story. I'll tell you about it when I have time."

"Can·····"

Looking at the girl, Yelena finally showed her worry first.

"Won't it hurt a lot?"

"..."

Being too kind doesn't mean you'll live a long life.

While smiling, Pianna didn't say those words aloud; she simply smiled as if she didn't care about her question.

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What is magic?

It is the embodiment of imagination, the legend of praise, the ideology of a madman, the thoughts of a madman.

Originium Arts is the application and manipulation of power that does not exist in this world.

The oldest legal codes have established that, in the earliest known times, human civilization already had records of treating Originium Infected individuals differently.

Of course, Originium Arts and Originium Disease are inseparable, and Originium is also inseparable from the world of Terra.

Originium can be used to condense energy; this was its initial application.

However, once Originium is stimulated, it will devour everything around it to increase its value.

It erodes and transforms everything around it into a part of the Originium.

Therefore, you can often see huge Originium crystals standing tall on the horizon in the wilderness, which is quite magnificent.

It is both cruel and beautiful.

After all, this is the source of both the world's ills and its development.

Therefore, the mature Originium Arts system will not use the Originium in one's body as a medium like a madman would; that would only turn one into a piece of ore.

The proper way to use it requires a good Originium product as a medium.

"Although many people like to use Originium staves as spellcasting tools, that is a stubborn academic mindset. In reality, those mages and Sarkaz mercenaries all have a head."

But mages who have truly been tempered by war, who have crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, prefer to wield swords.

As she spoke, the girl played with the Originium dagger in her hand.

That was a gift she gave to Yelena, and it could also be used as a tool for a transaction.

After all, you have to spend some money to gain a child's trust.

Although this dagger is a common item, it is considered to be one of the better ones among common items.

The metal handle and the blade mixed with Originium particles combine toughness and hardness, and can also be used for spellcasting.

As long as it's not a powerful spell, these little gadgets can handle it.

He tossed the dagger into the air, caught it mid-air, and then skillfully twirled it.