Talentless Transmigration

"…"

The school training grounds were empty and silent. The only person that seemed to be there was Julian.

— Alright. Come on, come on. I need a strong, fireball.

Julian stuck his hand out, aiming it at a dummy.

[Spirit Cast: Energy Ball]

A slow, fast-rotating ball moved through the air. Julian sighed, quite disappointed.

"Damn it!!" he yelled out, frustrated.

This was his seventh attempt. At first, the ball had barely even formed, so this was definitely an improvement. But he didn't realize that.

"Hm. You can use mana, now?" Eudora said, suddenly scaring Julian.

"Eek!" Julian let out a girlish scream. Eudora laughed.

"I didn't know you could make noises like that, Julian."

"…"

"So, you can use mana now?"

"I guess so."

"I won't ask how you got it, since I'm not the type to ask unnecessary questions. But it's good, though."

"Why is it good?"

"Well, you'll be able to help me a lot better. With my goal of saving the world!"

"Ah… right."

"You don't sound very faithful."

"Over these past weeks, I've realized that I'm not as strong as I wish I could be. I'm envious of others, yet I don't try hard enough to reach that strength I see."

Eudora grabbed his face.

"Then that's perfect. You're the best person to assist me, Julian. We're more alike than you think."

"…"

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(Under Sar's Royal Palace)

"75%…"

"Yes, My Lord. The subject is 75% complete." 

Elouan started at the floating body, trapped in a cylinder of glass. It was filled with a clear liquid.

"How much more time will it take to be completely done?"

"One more month."

Elouan tapped his fingers onto the glass.

. . .

. .

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It was dark. Elouan and Winona sat on a bench, in front of a playground.

"Positive relationships with Anore is starting to look like a very hard thing to maintain, Winona."

"I'm aware."

"When the war starts, I'm not sure I'll be able to protect you."

Winona stood up.

"You're the king, Elouan! There's no reason for you to be on the battlefield!"

"…"

"S-so what if you're as strong as you think? You're not invincible, Elouan!" 

She grabbed him by the collar.

"I'm… sick.. and tired of you, Elouan! Think about yourself, for once!"

She let go of him.

"…I'm going home."

She walked off.

Elouan sighed.

"How strange. The king of Sar sitting here, all alone. Not a single guard to protect him."

A black-haired individual stood in front of him. Pale skin, with purple hair.

"… Who are you?"

"The former captain of Anore's Iron Vanguard."

"…"

"I'm here to kill you."

"Is this, a declaration of war?"

"Nope. If that monster is still working with the Anore Military, then you guys won't be very lucky in the war."

"What are you…"

"I thought, for your kingdom's own good, I won't kill the king. Instead, I'll kill a part of you. You should go check on that woman."

He disappeared.

"Huh..?"

Elouan walked over through the stone path.

And just as Kibim said, there Winona was, mutilated.