Solo Eating to Overpowered Chapter 14

Episode 14. The prince rolls over.

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“I knew about guns from books, but I didn’t know they were so common.”

Guns are mankind’s greatest and worst invention.

Unlike weapons that require skill, such as swords or bows, it is a war weapon that is easy to learn and can definitely ‘kill’ an opponent just by pulling the trigger.

But in this world, a ‘gun’ was like an ‘ornament’.

Muskets were mainly used by ‘wizards’ because they were fired using the concept of ‘mana’ rather than the concept of ‘gunpowder’.

So only wizards use it?

That’s not it either.

Whether you were a knight, mercenary, or commoner, you could use it if you knew how to use mana, holy power, or magical power.

Taking advantage of this, wizards and alchemists invested research into the development of firearms for 200 years.

And the result was… It was a simple ‘ornament’.

The reason is···?

“Ridiculous amount of mana consumption.”

Because it eats up a lot of mana.

It is said that even experienced wizards will exhaust their mana and become exhausted if they fire more than 5 shots.

Additionally, you need to collect mana and form bullets to fire one shot, which takes at least 5 minutes.

The range is ridiculous, at most 50m.

But is it really powerful?

That’s not it either.

The mana formed immediately after being shot disintegrates and scatters to the ground.

It cannot inflict fatal wounds on enemies at 50m.

If you invest just 5 minutes, you can inflict damage to the enemy camp with a much more powerful wide-range spell.

It is also efficient in terms of mana consumption.

However, there are two reasons why ‘guns’ exist.

One is for ‘diet’ purposes.

I don’t know the relationship between body fat and mana, but it is said that many noble ladies learn shooting because it is good for dieting.

Another reason is the maniacal hobbies of nobles.

There are people who use it as decoration and want the ‘authentic’ piece, so wizards probably make it for simple decoration purposes and sell it.

Even the nobles are quite astonished. They invested a huge amount of money just because they wanted to display a gun that was unnecessary for anything other than to help them lose weight.

Well, there are many collectors who like to collect unique things.

But how much does one cost? From what I heard, it’s very expensive…

“But it’s still a shame. “If I knew how to make gunpowder, I could shoot Munchkin by myself.”

What can we do? It’s not like a dog or a cow can make gunpowder. Don’t you come to this world by studying in advance?

I shook my head and went to put the musket back in the closet before looking around.

“Shall we shoot?”

I was curious for no reason.

It’s fun to touch the muskets of this world, but it would also be nice to try using them.

In the first place, there is no way it would produce destructive power even if it was injected using a small amount of holy power.

At most, it would just scratch the furniture.

I quickly took down the musket hanging on the wall.

It is a breech-loading rifle that fires bullets rather than using an iron ball and gunpowder rod.

The reason there is a separate cover is probably to cool off the heat after firing the bullet.

I put my breath into the bullet loading part of the musket, precisely the part where mana is deposited.

[Creating bullets using holy power…]

[Entering

holy power control.] [Activates divine energy. Temporarily improves equipment.]

[Produces more precise bullets.]

Huh?

A message appears in my head.

It’s something different and pops up every time, but the part about ‘God’s energy’ caught me off guard.

Those who are loved by God, those who receive favor from God, etc. The power of an extraordinary ability that gives the continent all sorts of modifiers.

[Exciting].

That ability was a ‘supernatural’ power that had nothing to do with mana, holy power, or magic power.

“I think it’s like a supernatural power in this world.”

Was this an ability originally possessed by the body?

Even though they are of noble blood, I would never have thought that they would have this ability.

“that’s interesting.”

Now that I think about it, I unconsciously used it when dealing with zombie bears.

At that time, the shovel became stronger and blocked the bear’s blow.

“Is the equipment temporarily improved?”

It would be a type of reinforcement.

Is it because of that? The amount of sexual power consumed is not as large as expected. Although it may make you feel dizzy, it is not a big drain since you are making holy water.

There is no difficulty in moving the body.

It takes about 1 minute.

Or maybe I made a poor bullet.

There is no way I could do in one minute what would take other skilled wizards five minutes.

I aimed the musket at the flower pot on the desk.

I was curious about how powerful it was.

Like a child experimenting with a new BB gun, he pulled the trigger with an excited expression and made a small sound with his mouth.

“bread.”

It started as just a joke…

bang-!

It became a big problem.

The sound of an explosion filled the mansion.

I made a fool of myself and lost sight of the musket with a blank expression on my face.

It’s not because I was surprised, but because I couldn’t overcome the reaction.

The screams of servants and maids could be heard outside the window. I was surprised by the sudden binge drinking.

Thump thump!

“Prince! “What’s going on?”

The paladin’s urgent voice came from behind the door.

It was different from his machine-like calm.

The paladin must have been embarrassed by the binge drinking a little while ago.

When the reaction was delayed, the paladin broke the door handle.

“What happened···.”

I opened the door and pushed away the paladin who was trying to come in.

“Nothing.”

“yes? but···.”

The paladin turned his eyes inside his helmet to look around the room.

Seeing the paladin looking like he was trying to check something, I forcefully pushed him away.

“It’s not like looking into an adolescent boy’s room carelessly.”

I feel like I want to make him back down, even if it means kicking his crotch.

Of course, I knew my legs would hurt because of the armor, so I could only push the armor away with my palm.

He pushed the paladin away with all his might and closed the door.

I sighed and frowned as I looked at the musket on the floor and the head-sized hole in the wall.

“The decorations are a mess!”

Who are you? This guy called a useless decoration a diet product!

With this level of power, ordinary people and undead would be instantly killed.

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Paladin Harman, who came to the Lonia domain with the prince, immediately began preparation work the next morning.

He frowned at the priests in front of him.

About 80 people in total.

They are all ‘weakened’ people.

At the Humite Academy in the center of the continent, there are people who have been disciplined or who have committed misconduct as priests.

Harmon looked away.

Among them, Prince ‘Allen Olfols’ is shivering from the cold.

A maniac who tried to rape the 7th grandson of the Holy Emperor and the archbishop’s granddaughter.

He is the worst among these weaklings.

It is no exaggeration to say that its notoriety is recognized on the continent.

Thanks to this, even His Majesty the Great Seonghwang is having a hard time…

‘It doesn’t seem like anything has changed.’

Even when she was at the monastery, she took a girl with her under the pretense of being a nun. Also, as soon as he arrived here, the prince even coveted the lord’s maid.

Later, when this matter is over, I will report it to His Majesty the Holy Emperor and ask the nun at the monastery.

‘Isn’t it true that the prince took her by force?’

-that is···. You have changed a lot.

Paladin Harman heard from the villagers after the witch Morgana incident.

Although it was simply an investigation into a witch, the villagers mentioned the prince rather than Morgana.

-Didn’t you feel it, Holy Knight? You have changed a lot since the suicide incident three months ago. I don’t know if it was because of mental shock or loss of memory, but it must have been a blessing in disguise.

It did change.

Because when I came to visit you before, I kicked you in the crotch. Then he said his leg hurt and tried to stab him with a farm tool.

It was he who subdued the prince and imprisoned him, making him pray and drink only water.

Because His Majesty the Emperor told him to do as he pleased with the prince.

They even said that it doesn’t matter if they break their arms and legs as long as they can breathe.

-You are doing a really great job as a gravekeeper. When a horde of zombies appeared, the first thing I did was hunt them down. and···.

The village people smiled and said.

-You protected us. Above all, he did not rest and held funerals with great care for his precious ones. If you don’t appreciate it and hate it, you’re just like ungrateful trash.

Paladin Harman frowned.

It made absolutely no sense.

The prince hunts zombies?

The prince, who was so startled and trembled at the sight of a rat, was hunting zombies…

Also, canine ancestors? That’s a phrase you use when you wake up and realize your mistakes.

Just because the prince lost his memory did not mean that his past evil deeds would disappear and be forgiven.

‘You probably want to go back to the imperial palace with the excuse that you lost your memories.’

It is highly likely that he asked the villagers to kiss him after the witch Morgana incident.

He probably wanted to be recognized for his contribution in catching the witch and provide an opportunity to return to the imperial palace.

However, there is a strange side to saying that.

Witch Morgana has a history of laying waste to numerous villages.

No matter how weak a necromancer is in close combat, he is not weak enough to get beaten up by villagers.

The Black Order is an organization that trains ‘assassins’. Even if such people are caught and beaten by the villagers, there is no way they can be caught easily.

However, there is no way the prince could have subdued the witch. As expected, the farmer named Grill seems to be quite strong.

Although it is a flaw that he is older, it would be a good idea to write a letter of recommendation so that he can take the apprentice paladin exam later.

Harmon looked at Prince Allen again.

Perhaps dissatisfied with the cold, he wrapped himself in a blanket and gave Harman a look that said, ‘What are you looking at?’

‘It doesn’t seem like anything has changed.’

Just looking at him playing with a woman in front of himself as a watchdog, he was no different from a neighborhood gangster.

If he behaves like that right in front of his eyes, how unsightly can he act when he is out of sight?

‘But what happened yesterday?’

Prince Allen, who visited the manor house last evening, was assigned a room.

Shortly after the prince entered the room, something exploded.

Although he is a fool, he is the grandson of His Majesty the Holy Emperor, who gave him loyalty.

If something were to happen to him, not just because he was neglected, but because he was currently under his protection, his loyalty would only end up disappointing him.

So he hurriedly tried to break down the door and enter, but Prince Allen was safe and instead pushed Harman away.

Then Harmon could see.

A big hole in the room.

It was a hole with magical properties that could not be created with a sword or spear passage.

‘What on earth was that?’

Did the prince create a hole the size of a human head?

But how?

There was no way the prince had such magical skills or dangerous items.

There is no way he, as a watcher, could have learned a new magic without his knowledge.

Even though the imperial magic books and swordsmanship books were kept in the monastery, the prince would not have seen them, and they were not low-level magic that could be learned in just a few months.

‘Did he bring something suspicious from the Necromancer Cave?’

Well, it’s dangerous. I’ll have to check my luggage later.

Paladin Harman turned his gaze and looked at the soldiers.

He is dressed in rag-like clothing and wears thick cloth armor* all over his body.

These are prisoners dispatched to Ronia, not official soldiers. Next to them are a large luggage bag and a shovel water bottle.

‘Prisoners of Ronia.’

If they survive this winter, they will be exempted from some of their sins or become free.

It was a way to maintain the military strength of this harsh sacrificial city and a way to suppress sinners.

Of course, if there is someone among them who rebels…

“Oh! “That guy is running away!”

A prisoner who has just entered the territory runs away in a huff.

The soldiers shot him dead without any hesitation.

The other prisoners recoiled in surprise.

That is the result of those who rebel.

If you obey and endure the winter that comes every year, the penalty for your sins will disappear little by little. On the other hand, if you rebel, no matter how big or small your crime is, you will be sentenced to death.

These are sacrifices that will reduce the anger of the undead anyway.

Whether dead or alive, the prisoners were expendable.

The prisoners looked at the dead prisoner with nervous faces.

Paladin Harman said.

“What are they doing? Get rid of the body! And distribute clothing.”

It starts now.

Between the beginning of winter and the death of the Dead Spirit King on December 25th, numerous undead come.

In preparation for that time, we had to build a camp and eliminate the undead to prevent them from spreading across the continent.

Harmon picked up his luggage and threw it at Prince Allen Allpols.

“This is a medical uniform to prevent the plague. Please put it on and work with other priests.”

The prince frowned, as if he did not like what Harmon said.

Seeing that, Harmon was confident once again.

also···. Those disgruntled eyes did not change.