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The Hundred Reigns 104: The Cocagne Affair (4)
🕑 Added 2026-02-11 14:30:02 +0000 UTC-----
Simon went to visit Fabliau’s Grand Library the next day.
It took boarding a clockwork-powered, smallboat-shaped golem with wings to travel from the royal castle to the city below, an experience he found rather pleasant.
The library itself was integrated into the country’s senate building, a massive, grandiose T-shaped marble edifice not far from the city’s central waterway. Ostentatious columns and golden statues—all of them golems ready to activate at the first sign of attack—lined its immense stairways while armored guards of the magisterium kept close watch on visitors.
“All books in the Queendom must have a copy in the library by Her Majesty’s decree,” the head librarian informed Simon as they walked through the archives, his retainers following closely behind him. “Our magical section is the most extensive on the continent.”
“It is well-furnished, I will concede,” Simon said. The library was beautifully made, with countless shelves rising under a soaring dome painted with pictures of stars and clouds. Though the Lighthouse’s library was bigger… “Can everyone freely access it? Even those on dangerous subjects like diabolism?”
“Indeed, though powerful spells prevent the books from being taken off the premises. The Queen believes restricting access to knowledge ensures mishaps and accidents, on top of fueling the illegal trafficking of dangerous magical artifacts.” The head librarian led them to a crossroad of bookshelves. “The diabolism and demonology section is on the left, the chronomancy one on the right.”
“Thank you kindly.” Simon already noticed that the latter wing was more furnished than the former. Demonbinding wasn’t nearly as popular in Cocagne as it was in Endymion. He turned to his retainers and put on his Scholar outfit. “Fetch me anything related to the Abyss, the Chronomicon’s author, Darkblooded individuals, and Visionaries. We have until the evening.”
They spent most of the day scrounging through the vast library, checking grimoires written in Cocagnian or ancient scripts—which his All-Seeing Perk let Simon translate—and various documents until the sun began to fade away.
All of that searching yielded few results.
Simon knew he would find less information on Visionaries than what the religious organization worshiping them could provide, but Cocagne’s archives provided little additional insight on the Abyss, Darkbloods, and time-travel; in fact, this library held many books that Simon had already found in the Lighthouse.
He did find a few interesting tidbits of information, though.
First of all, while rumors of gates to the Abyss existed since time immemorial, their existence apparently remained to be proven—according to academics who hadn’t visited the Lighthouse’s basement. Demons usually ‘slipped’ onto the material plane through miasma-dense areas like the Darkwood or when being summoned, but that was mostly due to their spiritual nature.
However, there were other roads to hell.
The first and most ‘common’ way to visit the Abyss was through astral projection, a practice which allowed spellcasters to project souls into the borderland separating the Abyss’ depths from the material plane and contact demons there. It was a fantastically dangerous endeavor, and many would-be diabolists never woke up from this spiritual trip, but it was easier and less threatening than physical travel.
Otherwise, extremely powerful demons could open brief portals to the Abyss, often nicknamed ‘hellmouths,’ though those required much energy and rarely remained stable for more than a few minutes or hours. Almost all tales of people physically visiting the abyssal borderland involved one such demonic ferryman. High-Tier spells could also achieve a similar effect.
Meredith also found a book detailing Maximilien Nocte’s attempt at physical time-travel. After having gone mad from his research, the archmage had besieged a small, isolated manatree in what would become the Berwick Islands with a small army of clockwork golems, summoned demons, contracted undead, and even a dragon. His troops wiped out the elven community there, then attempted to drain the local dryad to fuel the equivalent of a Tier X spell.
He failed.
All that Maximilien managed to do was to freeze time in a vast area around the manatree, at which point he lost control of the energies at play and caused them to implode, sucking everything into a planar rift that then violently detonated. Locals could see the blast from miles away.
Obviously, nobody tried to repeat or complete his work after this disastrous failure, though the archmage apparently left notes on his final spell that an early Mage recovered. Maybe Remedia knew about those.
Their search was otherwise disappointing. They found nothing on the Abyss’ deeper layers, nothing more on time-travel that Simon hadn’t already gathered from the Lighthouse, and no insight on diabolism that Duchar didn’t already cover. The library contained surface-level information when he required expertise.
Studying the books did let him increase his Scholar level, though, so it wasn’t an entire waste of time.
Level 3 Scholar Perk: Craft Arcane Scripts I (Passive): You can craft arcane scripts involved in the creation of magical scrolls, grimoires, or similar works up to D Quality or below.
Level 5 Scholar Perk: Cryptography I (Passive): You can instantly notice the presence of hidden patterns in texts, such as codes or repetitions, though this does not help you understand them.
Simon had to admit he wasn’t sure what to make of Scholar Perks. On one hand, he did feel a slight improvement in his reading speed and memorization.
On the other hand, he only felt their full power when donning his Scholar Class outfit, and the boost wasn’t really game-changing. It was nice to have for certain, but not worth devouring the Crestone.
I think it might be good to confiscate Lorimor’s Crestone in reigns where I have to do research on my own, Simon thought. He had mostly left the Crestone in the man’s hand because it was easier to have a retainer do the grunt work while he focused on more important things, but some of his latest loops focused on solitary infiltrations with a limited retinue. It would be good to see if I have to grind back those Scholar levels too.
“I’m disappointed,” Simon admitted once they had to leave the place. “I would have thought a library of this size would contain more than surface-level information.”
“I have questioned other scholars about that,” Meredith said. “They informed me that while the Queen indeed decreed that all books in her nation be copied here, all noble houses jealously hoard their private collections of secret lore, including unique spells and knowledge.”
“That makes sense,” Leonard noted. “In a realm where magic is law, spell knowledge is a weapon and a competitive edge.”
“I was told the families regularly try to rob each other’s libraries or destroy them through mercenaries and deniable assets,” Meredith mused. “It is such an integral part of this nation’s political life that they call it the Biblioclastic War, or the Bookwar.”
“Perhaps we should hire ourselves out as thieves,” Simon mused. He wondered if the Cobweb took any part in this conflict, or even if they were active in the region. “Either way, we are done for the evening. You are dismissed.”
Meredith froze in place. “Dismissed?”
“Your Highness, I hope you are not suggesting we leave you alone at night in a foreign city,” Leonard said.
“I have a private meeting to attend to,” Simon replied. Even Norbelle thinks they won’t come out if I have an escort. “Take the flying boat and return to the palace. I will find my way up.”
“But Your Highness–” Meredith insisted.
“Nothing will happen to me, or to you,” Simon reassured them, showing them a small crystal in his pocket. “Norbelle gave me a teleportation gem in case I have to retreat to safety.”
His retainers exchanged wary glances and didn’t look very pleased, but they eventually acquiesced. Simon then walked away from the senate building, looking around as he did. Cocagne was quite the elegant city, although lacking in vegetation besides the occasional private garden or potted plants. The streets were made of granite or white stone like the royal palace, the houses built so closely together that some leaned upon one another in the shadow of four or five-story buildings. Locals mostly used the canals to travel around instead of horses or carriages, with Simon spotting ferrymen bringing couples or travelers across one district to the next.
The address he found in his Thoughts on Mortality book led him to a nondescript, two-floor house stuck between two others inside a narrow street. Not a soul seemed to live in the area, and the door was unlocked. Simon opened it to find himself staring at an empty front room.
Trap, Simon confirmed. He pulled up his sleeve and looked at the two tattoos placed on his skin by Norbelle: one shaped like an azure dragon, the other like a vermillion bird. He pressed his fingers on them and felt power coursing through his veins.
Azulbolla granted you his blessing! All your stats have been buffed, your resistance to Lightning and Wood has been improved, and you are now immune to critical hits!
Phoenix granted you his blessing! You gain immunity to Fire, receive double the healing from spells and magical effects, and the Aureole status!
How good it felt to gain an immunity to Fire without relying on a cursed ring.
Norbelle had decided against accompanying him because she had ‘better things to do’ and because assassins likely wouldn’t dare to strike if she was with Simon, but she did give him a few boons for his trouble. “Bring one of them back alive for interrogation, please,” she had said before he left the palace. “We need proof in this country before we can execute people. Truly an inefficient legal system if you ask me.”
Simon took a deep breath, cast a handful of buffs—from Shadowshield to Lightspeed—and looked up to the sky. “I know you are watching this,” he said. “I hope you enjoy what you see.”
He walked inside and closed the door behind him.
It would have been very easy to summon imps and have them scout the area, but Simon knew those critters would mess up somehow and he wanted his foes to underestimate him. He looked around, finding a well-stocked pantry and a study showing a bunch of innocuous tax documents. He eventually made his way to a salon with two large sofas facing a stairway and a fireplace.
Simon heard a creaking noise and turned, relaxing when he noticed it was a rat looking at him from a corner of the room.
“Ah, don’t scare me like that.” Simon leaned toward the vermin. “Where did your master put his assassins?”
The rat’s head perked up, its eyes widening in fear. “How do you–”
Simon zapped it with Hellthunder, and then an assassin burst out from behind a sofa.
It was a Class user, likely some Rogue Vassal from their lack of footsteps or noise, faceless cowl, clothes that melded with the shadows, and dashing speed. They closed the gap between them and Simon in an instant, raising two daggers and aiming straight for his belly.
The weapons shattered against Simon’s skin.
Poison negated by Unyielding Essence.
“Poisoned blades, really?” Simon taunted the shocked assassin, right as he put on his Scholar outfit. “Devil’s Arm.”
His extended arm and claws pierced the man’s chest and slammed him against a wall. Simon knew he would have torn the assassin apart had he been wearing his Overlord outfit, but being without it meant his sharpened shadow nails failed to get past their ribs.
A glass flask tumbled down the stairs and shattered on impact, releasing a cloud of blue gas inside the room. Simon saw a ‘Sleep ailment cancellation’ notification flash before his eyes, followed by the sight of a second assassin bolting down the stairs. This one traded away his dagger in exchange for a saber crackling with ice rather than relying on non-magical weapons and went straight for the throat.
Good tactic to use ailments to incapacitate me, Simon thought as he quickly threw his attacker back with a Chaos Wave before he could get anywhere close to him, throwing them against the other sofa. They’re professionals.
Unfortunately for them, Simon was overqualified and probably the worst match-up possible for ailment users. His only issue when the two assassins rose up and flanked him was that he couldn’t risk putting on his Overlord outfit, even with a Fiendmask on, for fear of discovery.
“Surrender and you will live,” Simon warned them. “You are no match for me.”
The assassin he had nailed to a wall earlier responded by drawing two small curved sabers from under his cowl and charging at him.
They were fast too, faster than Filip had ever been thanks to their Class outfits, to the point Simon didn’t think he would have been able to dodge a slice to the throat without Haste and Norbelle’s buffs. He stepped back to avoid the strikes, while the second assassin moved to flank him.
“Night Raid!” Simon cast at the latter, summoning a swarm of abyssal bats into the surprised assassin’s face. He tried to slash and cover himself, but being in close quarters with dozens of carnivorous flying critters meant they still covered every inch of skin and began to bleed him dry.
The remaining assassin leaped across the room in an attempt to skewer Simon, but he responded by blasting that figure with Hellthunder.
“Who sent you?” Simon asked, shocking the assassin with more lightning. Their screams sounded gargled, perhaps because their Class modified their voice. “Answer me.”
“For Cocagn–” the assassin roared as they attempted to get up, only for Simon to turn up the juice.
“That was not a request,” Simon said, very calmly. “I can heal your wounds for free with a prayer. I can put you through horrors beyond death’s mercy… or I can send you on your way with your life. What do you pick?”
The assassin responded by having their hand reach for their throat.
Immediately realizing what would follow, Simon hastily cast a Hellfrost spell and encased their body in ice right before their fireball necklace detonated. The muffled blast pulverized a sofa and half the room, leaving an unharmed Simon facing charbroiled bones.
He sensed something strange with the experience flowing into him. It was split up between Overlord and Scholar, perhaps because he had used the former’s spells to win rather than the latter’s abilities.
Level 7 Scholar Perk: Lore I (Active): You can examine a magical object up to D Quality, allowing you to learn its effects and general purpose.
Level 9 Scholar Perk: Diligent Study I (Passive): You gain resistance to the Sleep, Madness, and Stun ailments.
What Scholar received was enough to put it at level 10, but it bothered Simon more than anything. Since he could only gain Overlord experience once for killing a foe not named Alphonse of Lore, having that yield split between it and a secondary Class might eventually starve him of precious levels.
Simon grunted and checked the other assassin, who his bats had turned into a blood-drained husk on the floor. Their Class outfit had dissipated, revealing a dead young man with a Spy Crestone similar to the one Elaine used. He also carried a fireball necklace, though he perished before he could trigger it.
What little experience Simon earned told him these two had to be less than level thirty, and their daggers were completely normal weapons besides the use of poison. He guessed their plan was to take him by surprise and let the ailments do most of the work.
“I suppose that they feared magical blades might be traced back to their employer,” Simon mused out loud before looking up at the ceiling. “I am waiting, Your Majesty.”
He didn’t have to wait long. The Queen teleported into the room in a flash of dazzling light, a fan in hand. She looked at the blood and the ashes, avoiding both so as not to sully her dress, and watched the abyssal bats disappear into wisps of miasma.
“Impressive,” she complimented him. “This is not the first time you have fended off killers after your life, I presume?”
“No,” Simon replied. As he suspected, she must have been watching everything from afar. “Did you send the note and set this up?”
“I did send the book, as a token of my appreciation,” she admitted. “Shadowguard members loyal to my husband slipped the note inside to lure you into this trap. It wasn’t my doing.”
“But you expected this and let it happen anyway, either because you wanted to test me or ferret out disloyal members of your own staff,” Simon guessed. “Most likely both.”
“You are sharp, Prince Simon. Too sharp.” She sighed. “I am sorry for this incident. I had to know which of my Shadowguards were compromised.”
“I hope these two weren’t the best your Shadowguard can muster, or our imperial intelligence service will eat them alive.”
“They are not my best, no,” Remedia replied with a small chuckle. “My best agents know not to take unnecessary initiatives, or to listen to my husband. I suppose they hoped to rise in ranks and his esteem by taking on this mission..”
“It wasn’t just about exposing disloyal spies.” Simon grabbed the Spy Crestone and tossed it in the air before catching it again. “You wanted to test me too. Did I pass?”
“You must admit you are quite suspicious. A mysterious bastard prince who can match my husband in swordsplay in spite of being a mere Scholar, can cast high tier spells of the Dark and the Light, and with the confidence to match. You are simply…” Remedia flapped her fan. “Too good to be true.”
Simon smiled. “You imply that I lied about my Class?”
“Yes you did, which bothers me greatly,” Remedia replied. “I can pierce through most divination wards easily enough, yet your true stats elude me. I can think of only a few explanations for this, and each is more worrying than the last.”
“Perhaps I am simply a prodigy.”
“I can see your buffs, and none of them protect against sleep or poison, which means you have a passive immunity to both. Ailment immunities in humans are both rare and wholly unnatural.” She scoffed. “Besides, a real prodigy would have been granted a better Class than the Scholar.”
“Good point,” Simon replied with a chuckle. “But you had to admit that particular revelation was amusing.”
He caught her smiling. “It was.”
“Still, all I hear is that you knew of an attempt on my life and let it happen…” Simon pointed a finger at her. “Which means you owe me a favor now.”
Remedia raised her fan and covered her mouth. “I could give you a spellcasting lesson.”
“Please, that is something you are going to give me for free.” His audacity clearly amused Remedia. “You said you don’t use glamors unless you want to disguise yourself, which implies you know spells like Fiendmask.”
“I do.” Remedia squinted behind her fan. “Why?”
“Hence, here’s my request: I have spotted a fine establishment a few streets from here. We will attend it in disguise.”
“And then?”
Simon smirked. “And you will let me treat you to dinner.”
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Comments
A Zen
Fantastic setup! Played her like a fiddle!
Zenmeerkat
This was a fantastic chap
Toknightly
Simon is turning into a really ladies man. A few marriages really taught him the charm. I remember back at the first academy arc when he had trouble talking to girls and they had to get him drunk
Charlie
You know, I get the feeling Simon's setting the stage for a reveal that he's the overlord (at least to Remedia), and allying himself with Cocagne against Endymion. Hence the change to the elf conspiracy plan - I reckon he'll let it go ahead.
Chad B. Sonnen
Simon is a twink? Simon is at least the same height as his father as they are practically indentical with the overlord outfit on. To be a twink you have to be atleast average height.
George R
Thanks for the chapter
Black Rose
Tftc
Tylena Simmonds
Man, despite everything I kinda feel for Filip. Imagine a no name bastard twink prince shows up, eyes up your wife, kicks your ass in a spar in front of your family and retinue in the nerdiest class imagible, then when you try and assassinate him to clear the humiliation, he thwarts it and uno reverses it into a secret dinner date with said wife.... Simon truly is a menace and no woman over 30 is safe.
Logrus
I feel like Remedia is smart enough that if she knows (or learns) that his father is dead, she'll quickly put it together that Simon is the new overlord.
Logrus
Smooth Simon, very smooth.
Gregor
He's never really been socially awkward. He's also like destined to be a great hero in becoming the paladin. So makes sense that he has rizz. The Simon we see in the early chapters isn't who Simon actually is. We see that without his father keeping him down, Simon was always one of the most capable of the siblings.
Gregor
I think they actually had a good chance. It's just Simon is broken with the immunity to debuffs.
Myrdin
One of the options might be Rogue, as that class for sure has similar or even better anti divination perks than the Overlord. And her mother was assassinated by the Rogue
Noah
I think that killing foes just generally gives you experience, so I think there’s enough connection to both classes for each of them to get some xp from the endeavor. It’s not like he was engaging in an entirely scholastic pursuit or anything. I agree that he should probably get whatever part of the experience went to the Scholar in a future reign if he kills them again though.
Aglovale Sempai
Nothing much happened this chapter other then Filip failing at everything, and an upcoming dinner date. Of course he couldn't do it himself, wouldn't be very intrigue of him, but sending 2 dudes that haven't reached level 30 when the target could best him in a non-class outfit spar reeks of incompetence.
Myrdin
The whole xp should go to the Scholar. The spells don’t belong to the Overlord. Only the ability to learn them, but as soon as they are learned they lose connection to the class. After he learned them Simon would be able to use them even if he wasn’t the Overlord. According to what was previously stated. Simon would also gain full xp next reign if he killed them with the Overlord on. Otherwise Belzemine wouldn’t be xp chicken for Balzam
Publius Decius Mus
Oh wow. When did Simon become such a smooth operator? He hadn't really pursued women before, Anna was an arranged marriage, and Cassandra all but threw herself at him.
vVip3rzzz
I do wonder what her theories on his class must be. Overlord wouldn’t make sense for her since she still presumes Balzam is alive, which means there must be a few other classes with passive protection against divination good enough to ward off the Mage Class. Im assuming she either thinks he’s carrying an unknown noble crestone or is exceedingly high level in a vassal. Probably she assumes he’s high level in a noble crestone considering who he is, and the Balzam just lied about Simon to the world so he could be spy/agent whose abilities were underestimated.
gostsamo
it is a concept from the real world, so you might google/youtube it.
JAMAJ
Def getting a milf hunter perk lmfao
gostsamo
Interesting what conclusions she will make at the end. Norbele's take is also important. How will it mesh with the secret date for the party?
alejandrox
It is not known exactly, but it is very likely that he is already 3-5 years old or so.
alejandrox
Thanks for the chapter!!!! Look at that boy already taking his mommy out on a date!!! XD
Kaze
How is Cocagne pronounced btw? I feel like I’m saying it terribly wrong in my head.
Helios 11145
Oh yeah,it's all coming together
K
Does anyone know how much total time has passed for Simon through the collective experience of his Reigns? Not counting the time he was spent frozen. Or in the Abyss.
Saddy Storm
Simon the Rizzler at work everybody
Grey
Just realized that its called the Cocagne Affair, because it does,in fact, center around an affair.
Andrew Goebel
I thought modern dating was hard. At least I don't have to merk two dudes to get a yes to dinner.
BigBinkiesBananaBoy
Simon the cad
CentaureHeart
Smooth
Federico Bellavista
Oooooooh, Simon, you tease!
Hive Tyrant
Simon is audacious lol
Void Herald
I'll post a link with next chapter ;)
Hector Gregorio
Great chapter, i love this a quick question: can we get Simmon's updated status at the end of the church cycle?
Mihai
TFTC
Paradoxez Novel Reader
....... Simon works fast
Fog Witch, Bringer of Rats
Mama
munkasir masud
Ty
