Hori Record of Wortenia War: Volume 29

1. Auflage 2025
ISBN: 978-1-7183-2274-5
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, Band 29, 250 Seiten

Reihe: Record of Wortenia War

Ryoma Mikoshiba has reluctantly withdrawn from the Kingdom of Myest, setting his sights on the troubled Kingdom of Xarooda. With King Julianus bedridden by a prolonged illness, tension is rising among the nobility and whispers of allegiance between Xarooda and the powerful O'ltormea Empire are growing louder. Fearing the kingdom's downfall, Ryoma sends a skilled demi-human healer to aid the ailing king. However, behind the scenes, he begins a ruthless purge of the corrupt nobles who threaten Xarooda from within.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Hori, Ryota

Weitere Mitwirkende

Bob

Willis, Jade

Leseproben

Such a reaction was natural for someone who bore the responsibility of a captain. Ultimately, a voyage was always fraught with danger. If a storm struck in the middle of the vast ocean, there was little a human could do aside from praying to the gods. The situation was a matter of doing everything within human capability and leaving the rest to fate. And that reality had not changed much, even in the modern world, where science and technology had advanced significantly. Even massive tankers, stretching hundreds of meters in length, could still succumb to bad weather and sink. This situation proved that even the greatest ships built by human hands were insignificant before the overwhelming power of nature. That truth remained unchanged, even for the Organization’s latest state-of-the-art vessel that combined the technologies of both Rearth and Earth. The difference in navigational difficulty between modern Rearth, where real-time satellite data was available, and the Earth was like night and day.

, Captain Sturm mused.

Captain Sturm was a veteran sailor who had once been entrusted with operating massive oil tankers for a Norwegian shipping company. Throughout his long career, he had faced countless challenges. He encountered equipment failures amid harsh weather conditions. Yet, he had always overcome them with his keen instincts and decisive judgment. His skills as a sailor were nothing short of exceptional.

Even for a captain as skilled as Sturm, navigating the seas of Earth was no easy task. His experiences sailing without modern technology had only occurred due to unexpected accidents piling up. It wasn’t as if he had ever set out on a voyage knowing that his equipment would be unusable from the start. Those situations had simply been a matter of misfortune. Had he detected a critical equipment failure during a predeparture inspection, no matter what the shipping company executives said, Captain Sturm would have postponed the voyage until the issue was fully resolved.

Sailing had always been a life-and-death endeavor, regardless of the era. In the modern world, personal smartphones and satellite phones made it easy to determine one’s location at any time. Almost no one relied on celestial navigation and paper charts alone anymore. That was why sailing on Earth, where modern technological conveniences were unavailable, was so perilous.

Piracy still existed in the modern world, particularly in regions like Southeast Asia and the east coast of Africa, occasionally making headlines. However, the frequency of such incidents on Earth was incomparable. If modern-world piracy were rated at a one on a scale of one to a hundred, the threat on Earth would be no less than a hundred. There were no statistics here to make an exact comparison, but based on Captain Sturm’s personal experience, it would be more accurate to say that piracy in this world occurred at rates hundreds of times higher.

Captain Sturm was well aware that the engineers in the development department worked tirelessly through the night to re-create modern technology. The idea of “reproducing modern technology on Earth” was conceptually straightforward. At a glance, it even seemed like an easy task because they already knew exactly what the finished product should look like. Compared to developing something entirely from scratch, it was natural to assume the process would be easier. Imagination and reality were two very different things. In practice, re-creating modern technology required an immense amount of effort and time. Most critically, there was a severe lack of human resources.

With enough effort, even a complete novice could become a capable warrior if they were young and physically fit. But turning someone without any aptitude into a functional engineer was far more difficult. As a result, the Organization’s so-called Development Department was constantly understaffed. Under the Organization’s guiding principle of “creating a better tomorrow,” the engineers devoted themselves to their work, sacrificing their own well-being for the cause. It all had one purpose—to reduce the number of people forcibly summoned to this nightmarish world and minimize the suffering of those who had already been brought here. As a senior member of the Organization, Captain Sturm found it difficult to make unreasonable demands.

The was neither a cargo ship nor a pleasure vessel. At its core, it was a battleship. It was the first of its kind, developed to enhance naval combat capabilities in preparation for the Organization’s full-scale expansion into maritime operations. Naturally, the massive hull of the was equipped with numerous concealed weapons inspired by modern technology, all waiting for the day they could demonstrate their overwhelming power and crush the people of Earth. If one looked across the entire world, no vessel could compare to the in terms of performance.

After all, a single -class ship required an investment of no less than a million gold coins. That was, quite literally, the equivalent of a small nation’s annual budget.

Still, there was no denying that such a sum was enough to cause hesitation before committing to building a sister ship. The approval of the elders would be required to authorize a project of this magnitude, at the very least. But setting aside the matter of the high cost, the simple fact was that the was Earth’s strongest and most advanced ship.

Boreas , Captain Sturm thought. There was absolutely no reason to deliberately seek out danger when it could be avoided.

Even the —the most luxurious passenger liner of its time and hailed as an “unsinkable” ship—had met its end after colliding with an iceberg. Despite its exceptional safety standards, even by modern-day engineering assessments, it had still sunk due to human error. Keeping that in mind, Captain Sturm raised his voice toward the speaking tube.

“Good work, but stay on alert. You already know this, but is aboard for this voyage.”

“Understood! You got it, sir!” a sailor said. With that firm and energetic reply, the communication fell silent.

The sailor had likely returned to his watch duty, following orders without question. To the crew, this was simply routine discipline. After all, acknowledging an order and carrying it out was the natural duty of a sailor. Despite his crew’s usual confident and energetic response, Captain Sturm couldn’t help but feel that their voices sounded strangely superficial. That, more than anything, was proof that was not in his usual state of mind.

With a deep sigh, Captain Sturm reflected on the weight on his shoulders. After all, the fate of this ship and everyone aboard rested entirely on his decisions.

If anything unexpected were to happen, it wouldn’t just shake the foundation of their Organization—it could very well tear it apart entirely.

After all, was the very linchpin that held the elders together. Their Organization spanned the entire western continent, yet that vast scale came with countless internal struggles. At the center of it all was the man standing outside the window. It was debatable whether the term “elderly man” truly suited him. Visibly, he appeared to be in his mid-to-late sixties. Some might even guess he was only in his fifties. Of course, his white hair and matching beard gave him the look of an older man. And the cane in his right hand...