Published: September 6, 2025
Wanting a calm place to talk, Dietlinde asked Martina to open a nearby conference room. Including close aides, about fifteen people moved together, and Dietlinde offered a chair to Leoncio.
“Lord Leoncio, what exactly does it mean that Lanzenave is going to perish?”
Prompted by Dietlinde, Leoncio pondered for a moment before asking, “Lady Dietlinde, how much do you know about the origins of Lanzenave?”
“I was told about the main imports as a trade partner of Arensbach, but I never learned its history even in the noble academy lectures.”
Until now, Dietlinde had shown no interest in the history of Lanzenave and hadn’t tried to learn about it. It wasn’t a subject covered much, if at all, in the noble academy.
“Is it not known in Jurgenschmidt...?” Leoncio began to recount Lanzenave’s history. It seemed to date back nearly four hundred years, to the era of King Oisavaal. The name of the king sounded familiar from history lessons, but Dietlinde didn’t recall much and just nodded along as if she understood.
“When King Oisavaal grew old and had to choose the next Zent, there were three candidates who had obtained the Gultrishite.”
“Three people obtained the Gultrishite...?” Dietlinde blinked in surprise. She had thought the Gultrishite was a magic tool used to decide the Zent—the ruler of Jurgenschmidt—and that naturally only one could hold it. She had never imagined multiple people could possess it.
“Since the Gultrishite is copied onto a stave, it’s not so strange for multiple people to have it,” Leoncio said matter-of-factly. Dietlinde nodded in agreement; as a noble of Jurgenschmidt, she couldn’t admit ignorance compared to outsiders.
“And the one King Oisavaal chose was, as you know, King Heilhind.”
…Now that Dietlinde thought about it, she recalled such a Zent. What kind of king was he? Since he had no particularly notable achievements, he was rarely mentioned in lectures. Dietlinde smiled faintly and thought about it, but nothing came to mind.
“Torquenhight, who was dissatisfied with not being selected as Zent, took his magic tools and mana stones and fled Jurgenschmidt seeking a new land.”
Torquenhight left Jurgenschmidt by crossing the national border gate with his wife, children, and close aides aboard a ship. Beyond the teleportation circle lay Lanzenave, a land inhabited only by people who couldn’t use magic.
Though the land was barren, Torquenhight confirmed it was livable. Using the Gultrishite he possessed, he created foundation magic and built a city for himself and his people in Entwicklung.
“The sudden appearance of a ship from nowhere, a city built in an instant with white structures—people were astonished and began to worship Torquenhight as one who came from the divine realm. Torquenhight then reigned as king over Lanzenave.”
Those who obtained the Gultrishite were revered like gods in Jurgenschmidt too—those permitted to copy the divine relic Mestionora. They were respected as those recognized by the gods.
Dietlinde imagined herself obtaining the Gultrishite and receiving universal praise and respect, and felt pleasure. She needed to acquire the Gultrishite quickly.
“But Torquenhight, revered like a god, had a serious problem. Children could not be born between Torquenhight’s party from Jurgenschmidt and the non-magic users of Lanzenave. And since the Gultrishite is copied onto a stave, it naturally disappears upon Torquenhight’s death.”
…Well then, that means the Gultrishite of Jurgenschmidt was lost.
Dietlinde understood why the political upheaval had occurred.
The second prince, half-brother to King Traocval and supposed heir to the Zent, had died, causing the Gultrishite to vanish. Neither the first prince who waged war, nor the third prince who was attacked, knew that the Gultrishite was copied onto a stave and disappeared with the second prince’s death, so they fought in ignorance. The location of the Gultrishite remains unknown.
…Where should one go to copy it?