Chapter 27: Unrealistic Made Possible
It is too unrealistic.
We have too few numbers, and Count Urden has too many. Our fighting chance is basically zero. Even with the cover of the night, the technology we possess, and the talents of my elf kin, I cannot see a way for us to win. In a sense, this insurmountable task is in the realm of impossibility.
Forget razing the county to the ground, we cannot even get a chance to get a single arrow to Count Urden just by the odds alone.
However, as King, it is my job for us to find a way forward. It is not just blind revenge that pushes me on doing this. Of course, I remain thirsting for the blood of the people responsible even to this day, but that's not the point. For all I care, the elf race as a whole must learn that we can move on.
The fall of Urden will be the key to this. The elves the Urden are secretly in possession of will play a crucial role in our race's growth as a whole.
Still, with evidence of the recent ambush in Philmore township, I can say we are at a disadvantage now. That bald bastard has inhuman strength it is so illogical. It is not within my expectations for the count to have such an unreasonable Strongman under him. Now that the Count is on guard of our presence, my job just becomes harder and harder.
In the campfire, Allenwood Yore the old alchemist sits directly before me. I sternly address him reminding this funny old man of an incident nights ago. "I appreciate the gesture, but you are not suitable for scheming… old man."
"What do you mean?" The old man plays dumb on my sharp questioning.
I had an inkling as to what the old man's intentions are. Aside from being in an excellent cook, and an incredible alchemist, he also has a good moral compass that he adheres to. "Yirlung ratted on you, that you have something that might be of interest to me. I reckon it was the aphrodisiac."
Allenwood flinches at my words. Though his surname is Yore reminding me of my Yoretree village, and he might even be my distant relative, I don't care. As King, he is just my subject now.
I can still recall the scent of 'Aphrodisiac' in the Dungeon, and I had some tolerance for it already. Moreover, Varen who had excellent senses clues me of the old man's tricks the night Allenwood was 'cooking' something.
"I saw it coming, but I let it be…" There is an implicit meaning to my words. "Do you know why?" I ask him in a low whisper. It is just the two of us, and I ask the others to leave us so that we can have a private moment.
Allenwood exasperatedly sighs. With his old age and all things he witnesses, he should know what I am implying. "You are testing me…" He crosses his arms as he realizes his scheme is like a joke to me. "I admire your strong self-control, your majesty… But do you feel really nothing about that half-elf? I lived for a long time, and I knew what I did should have done something…"
I smile. "Yes, it did create a spark…" I am not really sure, but I feel my lips curling up, and my cheeks heating a bit. I hate this feeling of being lovesick. I had prior experiences like this in my past life. All of them end up being an unrequited love for… undisclosed, yet obvious reasons… such is the tragic life of a shut-in neet.
I snicker at the recollection of very old memories.
"But my romance aside, you do know why I need you, correct?" I bluntly ask him as my intentions are plain for all to see, and no one will change my mind, the Urden estate must fall. "So, would you help me make the unrealistic into something possible?"
Allenwood reluctantly nods at my invitation. "I will… Your majesty… However, let me try one more time to dissuade you. If you still think that even with my help, we can still win, then I shall comply… but you should hear me first."
Just by his expression alone, I know that this will be bad, but I still nod in approval of his request. These bits of intelligence will be necessary if I want to win.
Allenwood with a sour look tells me the shocking news.
"The Count retrieved the research materials of my elixir. It wasn't complete, and I was confident they couldn't replicate my work. It is because the elixir was based on the constitution of elves with high magical affinities like myself. However, just before the Count gifted me to the Zauns, he revealed something quite shocking to me…
"It was a derivative of my elixir that will change the concept of war. He called it a Life Potion. It will not extend a person's life expectancy, however, it can heal all kinds of wounds from cuts, abrasions, and fractures, and as long as the acceleration of healing cells can influence it, then theoretically… a soldier's survivability will increase by several folds.
"This Life Potion is a panacea to all flesh wounds. I am afraid that it has been a long time since then, and chances are… Count Urden has stocked a lot of them already… I can imagine that even a diluted Life Potion would contribute a lot to his soldiers' fighting ability and survivability. The more soldiers and potions he has, the stronger he is… Do you see it now? It is a fool's errand to attack the Urden county!"
Sigh…
Why all the odds are always against me? Despite learning this revelation, I won't change my mind. I am not invincible. I am just the guy that seats on the chair and plans, yet I am this fearless. I did participate in some skirmishes, like the last instances on the Jeremy barony, but attacking the Urden county is a different matter.
I admit the confidence I have now is fake and what I am projecting to the old man before me is just shameless arrogance. I scoff at Allenwood displaying my unreasonableness. "Then we don't let them use their potions… We just kill them all…" A toothy grin and a bit of laughter escape my lips as if I am jesting.
This unsettles the old alchemist.
"This is insanity."
I nod to his assertion aware of where I am coming from in the very beginning.
"I don't know what you are capable of. I can only hopefully expect that you will meet my requirements… So one final time, I want you to join me… Join this war, give your all, and trust me… I won't disappoint…"
Empty flowery words escape my mouth, and the old elf must know of its nature at its core. I fear that he might see through my false bravado and reject my request.
But it is a useless worry as Allenwood Yore gives me his word. "I am willing," He says. "What do you need me to do, your majesty?"
I need a weapon and a counter. And I am willing to gamble all of my luck to Allenwood, just so that we can have a fighting chance.
"I trust you still have the bottle of aphrodisiac in you. I need a berserker potion. Something like this hasn't been attempted yet, but I believe it will be possible if you use the aphrodisiac as a solution base."
The both of us engage in a heated discussion using my shabby knowledge of the sciences of my past life to argue with the alchemist about the possibility of making a 'berserker potion' which in my opinion had a high chance of success.
Count Urden has his Life Potion which reminds me a lot of the many RPGs I play in my past world. According to Allenwood, it is the first time a potion like this is appearing in the world. Something like new and the idea of inventing is a very difficult matter.
However, as long as you have the inspiration to fuel your endeavors, the only difficulty a person would encounter will be the hard work that would take for the inspiration to manifest.
Allenwood has been working hard for a long time, and with his expertise and accumulation of knowledge, I only need to give a slight push, and sooner or later, we will have our results.
"I think… I can do it…" Allenwood tells me with vigor in his eyes, finding the idea to be novel and exciting. A 'Berserker Potion' that can amplify the natural abilities of its recipient, and judging by the old alchemist's confident eyes, the theory I am suggesting to him is quite plausible.
Sometimes, I find my tongue a very magical tool. Even so, it will be convenient if I can just summon a meteor on top of Urden County… That's too much wishful thinking… and daydreaming…
The idea for the Berserker Potion is to increase the secretion of testosterone, thus… amplifying the aggressiveness, ferocity, and fighting instincts after intake. At first, Allenwood finds the word 'Testosterone' very confusing, but by referring to the knowledge in his head, he is able to discern what I am talking about.
Because this world and my past world had a different interpretations of things, I actually only hold small expectations of what may bear fruit of my straggling attempt for Allenwood to make this potion. I am lucky that Allenwood is quite an expert in the field of alchemy.
Speaking of comparing my past world to this world, the 'language barrier' would surely exist in our discussion. Still, despite that, the two of us work hard to understand each other.
Shortly after at the light of dawn, a prototype Berserker Potion is finished.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It is possible to deny the unrealistic. Still, even with the power for us to gain victory against Urden County, I am afraid it will still take a miracle for us to escape alive after this.
But so what?
At least, it wouldn't take a miracle for us to assassinate the Urdens and kill lots of humans, right?
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