Chapter 251 – 251. Contact (2)
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There are many fascinating things to see in the huge city formed near El Fante.
Since it is a place near the Golden Triangle, it must be a phenomenon that occurs because all kinds of people come and go.
Due to the nature of the street, where people of all races, cultures, and merchants come and go, there is a lot to see and enjoy.
It’s not easy to attract people’s attention with a fairly strange scene.
“Welcome-hi!”
But even in those places.
It must have been a strange enough sight to see ‘something’ with the magic tower’s technology striding into the middle of the cafe.
As soon as he saw the giant cyborg coming in, pounding the floor, the clerk who was trying to greet him with a smile let out a terrified scream.
The drinks on the tray that were being served clattered, but a strong arm moved by hundreds of thousands of tiny pistons immediately held them in place.
“Be careful.”
“…”
He is the gentlest cyborg in the world.
Of course, the intimidating feeling emanating from that appearance was not normal, so the clerk’s face ended up turning a little more pale.
“Ah, yes, thank you…”
Still, a professional is a professional.
That’s how he managed to squeeze out a smile and lead the way to his seat, even though the man of steel was so fearsome in front of him.
“…first.”
As soon as they sit down facing each other, they awkwardly scratch their heads and open their mouths.
“Would you like something to eat?”
[…Are you serious? Just by looking at it, it doesn’t look like you’re going to eat a salad, right?]
Caliban tackled me with a bewildered voice, but honestly, I didn’t know what to say.
He came to me suddenly without any warning, so I honestly don’t know how to deal with him.
I don’t know if there was someone else, but the saintess, who was caught walking outdoors with this person on a leash, ran away with Yuria, looking like she was about to cry.
[…apologize later.]
‘…yes.’
Considering the number of cases, I sigh inwardly and agree.
No, that’s it.
‘…I don’t know much about the Magic Tower either.’
Even in the main game of Savior Rising, the Magic Tower is almost treated as a MacGuffin.
In the first place, it was clearly a group that was trying to match the probability when adding items that changed the game genre as a joke.
Almost no related information has been released, and it’s just an incredibly strange item that says, ‘This is an item from the Magic Tower.’ ‘End of explanation!’ Only a brief explanation is attached to the tooltip.
It’s clear that a creator with eccentric tastes wanted to suddenly cram things like lightsabers, railguns, and cyborgs into a fantasy world…
As I was thinking about that, an answer came from the other side.
“no. “I brought a packed lunch with me.”
“…”
It was like actually eating something.
As I was thinking that, Cyborg took out a few rebars from his pocket.
This number is enough to cause the table to tilt to one side.
“…”
ah.
Since he is a steel cyborg, steel bars are his food.
I don’t know what the principle is, but it seems like you can get nutrition through it.
As I was pondering that absurd sentiment, Cyborg, who had taken out the rebar, pulled out a chunk of metal about the size of a ping-pong ball from the cartridge inside his arm.
When I placed it on the rebar on the table, scattered lumps began to eat away at the metal like a swarm of insects.
“Machine type Monsoon. “It’s a self-repair nano kit.”
“…Nano kit?”
“This is a grateful guy who can break down any well-refined metal and restore the body.”
When I heard that explanation, my mouth fell shut.
‘…cyborgs and nanomachines?’
are you kidding?
In a world where carriages are still commonplace, it is possible to take out items like this?
“…”
To be honest, the level of technology is different.
Although we saw quite a few items that bordered on over-technology in the Tribal Alliance, these were clearly items you only see in science fiction.
‘This is why even hegemonic countries pay attention to the Magic Tower…’
Of course, since the resources of each country are overwhelming, it would be possible for one country to make up its mind and push out the Magic Tower, but with this level of technology, it would be enough to deal a crushing blow to either side.
While I understood with my whole body that it was not for nothing that they were called the strongest as a group, the cyborg spoke again from across the room.
“I’m sorry for coming to you so suddenly.”
Those words fell calmly.
“It’s just that it’s an urgent matter. Please forgive me.”
“…How did you come to me?”
“I came here by asking the warriors and your acquaintances. “Everyone looked perplexed because they had never seen a ‘battle doll’ like me.”
“…”
I guess so.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I imagined Elijah’s dazed face when he suddenly encountered this guy.
As soon as I heard the next words, my smile disappeared.
“I heard you killed Count Nicholas.”
“…!”
For a moment, my mind becomes tense with tension.
Instinctively, I start analyzing what this guy is saying.
Aside from how the Magic Tower knows about that fact.
What is the reason for bringing this up directly in front of me?
“Don’t misunderstand, I am here at someone’s request. “I’m here to help you.”
“…You came to help?”
When I asked that question with a hint of doubt, the optically treated lenses glistened and looked at my face.
I think he smiled. maybe.
“You’ve grown tall, Dowd Campbell.”
“…yes?”
“It looks exactly like the one you were bragging about.”
My movements just stopped.
saccharose. This is a term used to honor someone’s mother.
In other words, this guy.
I’m talking about my mother, whose face I’ve never seen and whom my father never wants to mention.
‘…Inside the Magic Tower, my mother is there?’
This is the first time.
Even though my father doesn’t say a word when it comes to his mother in the first place.
If it was such a famous person, it would have been mentioned at least once by people who have a close relationship with me, whether it be the emperor or the chancellor.
“I am very indebted to Dr. Astrid. “He is the one who transformed my body like this after almost dying once.”
While I was pondering that question, those words continued again.
“It’s funny that the executioner of the Magic Tower is acting like a messenger, but since it’s a request from someone like that, there’s nothing we can do.”
I close my mouth and glare at him.
Because the information came so suddenly, there are not enough clues to understand its intention.
Maybe they’re trying to deceive me using this story as an excuse –
[…No, when I saw it, it seemed sincere.]
‘yes?’
[I heard something when I was a Guardian. There isn’t much information about the Magic Tower that has been spread, so it’s natural that you don’t know either.]
Inside the Soul Linker, Caliban moaned out words.
[This guy just said he was an executioner. If that’s true, then he’s too high-class to be doing something so trivial as to deceive you with lies. If I knew who this guy was, the entire empire would have been turned upside down already. ]
‘…What do you mean by a bailiff?’
[In charge of the magic tower’s armed forces.]
Caliban continued with a sigh.
[Just know that for now. Because I don’t want to scare you right now.]
“…”
This person, to this extent.
This is the first time I’ve seen someone look ‘overwhelmed’ by the other person.
A human who risked his life without hesitation during the Red Night Incident caused by the Red Devil.
As I unconsciously frowned at that sentiment, a sentence came again from the cyborg across the table.
“I was told to deliver two things to Dr. Astrid.”
Undoubtedly, since he has been asked to serve as a messenger, he appears to be faithful to that.
“He told me not to forget either one.”
No matter what this person’s mood is, you can see it just by looking at the way they say what they want to say.
“First. “If you want to do what you plan to do, just three Magi will be enough.”
“…yes?”
“The blue color was used to destroy Count Nicholas this time, so the red, brown, and white color obtained using the Homunculus sisters this time will be enough to use what you have planned. “I’m telling you not to waste your time trying to collect everything for no reason.”
It took a while to understand what this guy was saying because he had a gentle attitude and his sentences were spoken so calmly.
But by the time the meaning of the word melts and flows down the brain.
“…!”
Goosebumps run down my spine.
This guy knows exactly about my condition.
To be exact, the Magic Tower.
My mother is in there.
I am seeing through facts that not only the Holy Emperor, but perhaps even I, could understand.
The system of seals, my relationship with demons, and even what I plan to do next.
‘…how.’
I don’t know what it is.
Why am I suddenly saying these words, and why are these words coming from a person called my mother whom I have never had contact with before?
No intention, no purpose, nothing is known.
As he looked confused, the bailiff continued speaking again.
“Secondly… ah, please focus. “Astrid said this is much more important.”
“…”
This sentence is like I already knew it was going to be like this.
As I unconsciously hardened my expression and looked at the executioner, the next sentence continued.
“Thank you for your strength. I’m really looking forward to the school art festival. “A mother is always on her son’s side.”
“…”
“I’m adding this because it’s obvious that, given his personality, he’s going to try to figure out what his intentions are by twisting things around, but he told me to please stop doing such useless things.”
“…”
“Oh, and he even said that he would personally judge the daughter-in-law.”
“…”
“It seems like they are dying from the sight of the unremarkable women flirting with their golden son. “He said he would come in person soon.”
“…”
“That is all.”
My expression went blank for a moment.
uh.
therefore.
“…”
The person called my mother.
He seems to be quite an oddball.
In my jumbled mind, that sentiment was the only thing that came to mind.
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The private room of Cecilia, 11 years old, or more precisely, a freshman in Elfante District 1, is a rather strange place.
As someone who gave the impression to the students sharing the same building that she was strangely weak, strangely beautiful, and also possessed a strangely mysterious aura, no one had ever looked inside.
And, Feinol, who visited there at night, was truly grateful for that fact.
If someone other than me had opened this door without knowing what to do, their head would have been blown off.
“…”
Feinol, who was about to enter the room, looked at the ‘Slasher’ who had flown in front of him and stopped with a slightly tired expression.
I wish I had taken just one more step.
If only the magic defense field had been created even a little too late.
The head may have been blown off here.
“…I would like to ask for your understanding.”
The emperor looked at Feinol entering the private room with slightly wide eyes, then smiled bitterly and closed the book he was reading while lying down on the bed.
“My escort is quite worried. “If someone you don’t know approaches you without warning, you might get cut, so be careful.”
“…”
Just now, obviously.
A slash suddenly flew from an empty space.
It’s as if such an attack was ‘saved’ and made to fire automatically if someone approaches the emperor without permission.
adult.
People who have risen to the top of each field.
If he was a swordsman who was considered the strongest among them, would he be able to do such ridiculous things?
Feinol barely got over the dry spit.
“…I am sorry for coming in without permission, Your Majesty. “I knocked, but there was no answer.”
“Call me Cecil. “It’s not Peha here.”
The emperor yawned and said those words.
“So, what did you suddenly come to my private room this late at night to say? “I don’t think we were close enough to spend the night together.”
“…I came here because I have something to discuss.”
To be exact, it’s closer to a plot mock-up.
The emperor tilted his head with a strange expression.
“…discuss?”
“I came to ask if you would be willing to cooperate with me, Cecil.”
Feinol took a deep breath and said.
“I think that will increase the success rate. “The opponent’s ERA is very respectable.”
“Success rate? ERA? “What do you mean?”
“It’s about squeezing Dowd Campbell.”
“…”
“Oh, s*xually.”
“…”
“Even if one of them fails, I want to come up with a plan that will ensure the other one succeeds. “I feel like no one will succeed if we keep going like this, so I’d rather-”
“…Up there.”
The emperor touched his forehead as if he had a headache.
It seems like this is the first time in his life he has heard such an absurd thing.
“Did you really come to me at this late hour to talk about that?”
“yes.”
“…Do I look like someone who would willingly cooperate with such a story?”
Feynol tilted his head.
It looks like he’s saying something obvious.
“yes.”
“…”
“Well, the purpose may be a little different, but anyway, Your Majesty seems quite interested in forming a relationship with you-”
“stop.”
Cecil sighed and stopped talking.
“That is so absurd.”
A terrifying gaze fell on Feinol. It was truly a serious and solemn look…
“How did you see it so accurately?”
“…”
“Tell me in more detail.”
Feynol smiled broadly.
It was a smile that only someone who succeeded in acquiring a partner to commit evil deeds could make.
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fantasy,
