Quest 2, Part 13: [More...]

With me being unable to do paperwork, I decided to shut myself in a room with a maid. They were all taught properly how to write so it is no problem for them to record my plans on paper. It took a few painful days to get the necessities across, but I’m glad that treating my own well payed back. Although, no matter how much trust I have in my employees, the woman’s existence is a hole in the security. At first I wanted to execute her after we were done, but I let go of the idea as I hate wasting tools. After making sure all my thoughts and commands for many different situations were written down, I had her stay in house arrest. She not only cannot leave her room, she is forbidden from interacting with everyone else. It will be a terrible few weeks for her, but at least she is in a five star jail cell with a good bed and nice meals.

She turned from a lowly maid into a high class freeloader… She is not different than nobles in other countries.

On the other hand, now that her matter is settled I try to materialise a new body. It should be possible if I believe in the ancient records. Second option is to possess a body or object like a ghost, which is not only creepy, but out of question too. To take away a living person’s body I have to kill them. Needless to say, I cannot appear in front of an audience as a zombie and without my real body.

It’s hard to adjust my way of thinking of the real world and the distorted timeline of this one. For me I know their family names, but most of them have only seen me the first in the previous day I appeared in front of them. It should be that during the adjustment some time passed, that my body slept through. Even so, hundreds of years old paintings show my perfect form, right now I don’t need to raise panic among my people by messing with it. I don’t want even more countries attacking me at the moment.

They fear the guns, but that’s it. Those who see close it do not live to tell stories and the mass of soldiers they throw at us make it seem like they don’t care about casualties. Actually,

they probably don’t. As long as they are closing in to the capital nothing else matters for them.

Our people are much stronger than the average, however we are few. The whole area under my control is a few hundred square kilometer large. The distance to the ocean, which is the closest at the Grand Old Gulf is 600 km far away. In this fantasy world, with the best mounts it takes days to travel such distance. For traders, it takes weeks, or even months if they stop everywhere. Speaking about size, this distance is not even 5 percent of the reach of the explorable map. It’s like comparing the smallest country in Europe to the whole world, plus we are in the middle of a continent. Turning so many against me without proper preparation is suicide. No guns can save us from a zombie horde of soldiers.

The bigger toys will only be used when they are strategically necessary, we don’t want to ruin the party, do we?

I make to be able to be seen as my first priority. To this I study study the way [Interfectrix] manipulates the elements to create a temporary physical manifestation. This woman is a terrible speaker, her teaching me is impossible when the longest sentence she ever says is only a few words long. Now that I think about it, even her name means assassin. Why didn’t I rename her in the game?

I don’t remember. These parts are clouded. Maybe I was the one who sealed them or it’s a side effect of acting without knowing what I was doing. It very well may be both.

Combining the mind magic’s perfect memory, magic reading and a strong painkillers, I quickly learn to create a clone. This body is a just a mana manifestation with minimal physical properties. I can lift and interact with items slowly if I support it with magic, but it’s more like a three dimensional light projection. Sadly it is not compatible with me, making it permanent is impossible. Well, it’s good enough to appear in front of the eyes of onlookers. As long as they are fooled Neth is happy. She is getting more grumpier day by day.

To speak, I take the easy way out. I’ve ordered a researcher group to develop magical speaker a time ago, they already finished it. I told them how to do it to them to speed up the process of course. A small magical motor acts like the magnet and vibrates the membrane. I have no clue how the system ban works, but as long as it’s not electricity, conductors or exact copies of a modern device filtering is probably deemed unnecessary. Probably fueled cars are forbidden, but if I exchange the gas to magical explosions or the engine to a directly pushing force it will be okay.

There was a little accident in one of the labs… Nothing big, just one idiot tried to make the guns lighter by changing explosion magic onto compressed air magic. It was good as long as they were small, but the weapons themselves were much weaker. Figures. Right after that, they had the bright idea to use larger one. That meant a larger air tank. Somehow when they realized what they were doing, it was already done. A weapon that needs a huge ass 10 kg air tank that is emptied after a single magazine. If that’s not enough, it’s hard to change the container, it uses so much magic that you can cast two [Airball] with it and for fun and giggles it likes to explode.

Someone got demoted that day. Also, the rebel’s railgun technology got scrapped as it was worse than mine but the technology to make batteries became a priority research. Soon I might be able to proceed with magical public lighting.

Should I start laying railroad like means of travel now or wait and see? What if they destroy or steal the material from it? I hate throwing my money out for no reason.

I go back to develop my new fake body and practice magic to be able to reproduce physical contact with objects. With these practices a few days go by, until I’m used to controlling my new body. Exhausted, I complain to Neth, as always.

“Let me off, I’ve already told and written down everything you might ever need in the next few weeks. I’m a princess, why do I have to make battle strategies? Why is it me who has to help the research team? Why am I to do all the paperwork and why are you lazing around now?”

I stare at the elf woman in front of me, glaring at her with both my real body and the eyes of the clone. Should I say 3 eyes? I’m more like a sonar or a beacon. Shit, I got hungry, let’s eat bacon for lunch. Wait, I have other problems now.

Neth stopped doing like.. Everything. She follows and watches me all the time like a mother and corrects, sometimes helps me when I make a mistake. She is like a mother hen, it is very creepy.

“Hey, answer you stupid or I get to play with your ears.” I threaten her but get immediately shut down.

“I heard that other races find elven ears charming, but yours is closely similar.”

Here it is. What’s with that educational mother like answer. Creepy isn’t it? I have to use my super secret technique! The weapon that she cannot resist! I angrily jump at her and use the amazing [Loudspeaker] magic thout I found out of it can play music that I can recall perfectly. Mercilessly I start to sing quietly but closely in her ears.

One must know that I have to most charming voice this world has ever know of. Not the greatest choir of the legends, not even the goddess of music herself would dare to claim the first place if I’m the opponent.

But I’m a terrible singer. Listening to me is like listening to a black song when all the beautiful clear notes are thrown at each other with no sense of harmony. It’s a sin against singing itself, it could be used to interrogate and torture people. They actually use siren’s songs at the border but that is nothing in front of me.

Nah, I’m exaggerating a lot, but it is really, really bad. And it worked.

“Alright. Let’s go inside my room.”