I sat in the carriage handling paperwork like a good boy. Even if I am now Ragnarok the evil dragon I still have this weak human body. Well for now. But like I said I’m the end boss. All I need to get is my ‘assurance’ and there will be few who can stop me. And it’s location is clearly written in the novel, surprising. Of course, even if I know where it is actually getting to it will be difficult.

I will need a base level strength. See as time goes on the soul will realise something called lifeforce. If you take this mana and place it back into the soul you will be able to use magic whereas if you put it into the body you will gain strength in the traditional sense.

Well depending on the cultivation technique or the way in which you do this you will get a variety of different results. But regardless this still takes time. Something I have loads of. It will be a long time before the hero is even born. But there are few things more important than strength. And there's something far more important than that at my home.

Ahh, I should probably add that these cultivation techniques are often far more important than the level that person is at. Just felt the need to add this in now.

I look up. Inside this carriage, there are three people. One Vallarta then me and mother Lues. It's quite all things considered. They just seem to be minding their own business. Mother did try to ask me if what she heard was true. About me gaining governing rights but sister took over and told her that we think so but we also think there's more to it. To this mother replied, “I remember when all I had to do was stab my problems haaa getting old sucks.” She spoke in a carefree way.

I have come to learn a few things. One I fucking hate paperwork. Honestly, I see why one would develop alcoholism. And two, sister gets intense when she can’t understand something.

More than once during our trip sister asked to read the document. This on its own is fine but her extreme verbal violence and as mother said ‘no ladylike’ assaults on the local wildlife. A dear pass the carriage before and sister paused the whole caravan. She then opens her door and pointed her finger at said dear. Maybe it's natural instinct acting up but it started running. It made ten steps before a line of plasma pierced its head. This was followed but a hail of fireballs that continued until the dear itself was nothing but charcoal. Well as we continued there's a lot less forestry. Well, that and similar events have happened over the last few days. It takes about 15 days by caravan to reach our estate and it shouldn't take us long now. She also hasn’t slept or eaten. And it was at one point bleeding from the eyes because she refused to blink while she read over the document.

The next thing I learned was that people don’t even consider the idea that father would claim it was fake I mean the method I used wasn’t smart actually the way in which I have done this is extremely stupid but ok what works, works. No, no matter how you look at it this shouldn’t have worked this well. It almost as if faith- ahh yeah he doesn't really know what he signed does he. So it makes sense he hasn’t done anything about it. But even still I expect that it not as simple as a sister is making it out to me.

The land we own is different to some simply planes although twice the size of any other families land most is covered in snow. We actually own a vast mountain valley and a ridge. In terms of population to the land ratio we are in some places the highest but in most places the lowest. Our ancestors thought it would be a great idea to build our house on top of the world's largest mountain. Although I saw that it's truly fitting for a Saturday morning cartoon villain. Complete with the lack of natural light due to excessive weather. In truth when it's not raining 90% of the time it’s snowing. Well, not all our land is barren in truth our family is first in the production of metal good and simply base metals. Although it's true that most master craftsmen live in the capital those that don't live in our territory.

We even have our own magic tower although the one own by the nikolaevna family is better. We also are the world's largest exporter of silver however the Repnin family is the world's largest exporter of gold. Our territory is also home to the empires second-best academy where man and women go to learn the sword. And yes the Ivan family academy is better but still. Our merchant's guild is alright… I guess but the one in the capital and the one owned by the Boyar family is better. But I'm sure you wondering what does our family do better well let me tell you. Martial power.

47% ‘according to the novel’ empires army are loyal to us. That even more impressive when you remember that there are five great families and the royals in competition. However, that's only the grunts the empires twelve or its twelve sword kings are on their own at the level where they could crush most existing countries today.

Well, that and similar events have happened over the last few days. It takes about 15 days by caravan to reach our estate and I’ve been working for five. And it looks like there's still enough fucking paperwork for three days. That fucking astronomical. Well, I have a few solutions to this.

One hire someone in fact now that I think about it. Who the fuck did the admin work for my secret organisation in the novel? Holy shit it never said damn did I undercover something here. If you think logically an organisation that size would have required plenty of funds and admin people to keep it running smoothly. The thing is that there never even mention in the novel. They just up and fucking vanish. Even it was novel me I hate knowing that someone stole from me. Which is why I’m currently against paperwork and all admin related responsibilities. Unless... I wonder why I never did anything in the novel I was too busy fighting the endless war that is paperwork. Still, according to old Varon’s standers, I brought enough paperwork for the whole trip so at least that's I've become a beast at it. A damn novel, I must have been a legend in the paperwork community.

“ Brother what are you thinking of.” I hear Vallarta call out to me. Turn my gaze across I see that she still in possession of the document it's just now only that she has it face down on the seat next to her and has turned her body across sideway.

I answer “Nothing in particular. Only that if I continue at this speed then I’ll finish all the work I've taken with me before we arrive ” I answer.

To which I see my sister smirking. Damn, I've got a bad feeling about this. “ Don’t worry I've had all the possible necessary documents sent ahead of time.” Her smile widens as we made eye contact.

“ I'm sure their plenty of work they're already waiting”

This evil bitch.

Ahhh I need a secretary or someone I can pawn off the work too. Ok that can be number one on my list.