Episode 306
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Angela Hell thought.
‘What the hell is this?’
As she walked down the palace hallway, Angela sighed quietly.
The students from Tulcan Academy who went to Ishmael have all returned to the Empire today.
To congratulate those students, Iskandar went to the academy with his entourage.
Angela was not present at the event.
‘You know Iskandar’s personal training ground in the palace? If you look closely at the floor of the training ground there, there’s something like a secret door. Go there and try it.’
Angela passed through the palace corridors and arrived at Iskandar’s personal training ground.
Then, as Jack said, I slowly looked at the floor.
By the way, I asked Jack this.
What’s there, he said.
Jack said,
‘There must be something you want to see but don’t want to see.’
Soon Angela discovered.
Sure enough, there was a hidden door in the floor, just as Jack had said, and when it opened, a staircase leading down to the basement appeared.
What’s down there?
Angela didn’t hesitate.
I went down the stairs and soon found another door.
The moment Angela opens the door that looks like the entrance to some laboratory.
“stop.”
With those words, something cool touched my neck.
Strictly speaking, something touched the neck first, but what else matters?
Angela slowly turns her head.
There was a man wearing a black mask with two horns on his forehead.
The long dagger in the man’s hand gleamed in the light.
“As expected of the emperor’s dog, his sense of smell is also outstanding.”
That voice.
Angela could tell who he was just by hearing his voice.
To be honest, I should say I was a little surprised.
A master who retired from his position a long time ago.
He is a mid-level man who once served as the head of the swordsmanship department at Tulcan Academy, commanding numerous soldiers and settling conflicts in various regions.
Marcel Proust.
Even now, in the Tulcan Empire, if you mention his name, you would get responses like, “Oh! That guy? Or, “Oh, that guy was really great.”
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Angela was no exception.
“It’s been a while, Dean.”
Although she didn’t say anything, Angela was also a talented person from the Tulcan Academy.
Angela majored in magic, but also learned swordsmanship as a liberal arts course and minor.
Just as Proust was about to say something after receiving her greeting.
Angela suddenly bursts into laughter.
“I guess everything that guy said was true.”
“… … that guy?”
“There is a man like that.”
“… … .”
“I was wondering where you were and what you were doing after you retired, and you were in a place like this? It’s strange that the Dean of the Faculty was listed as missing among the retired Masters. If this is the case, I think we’ll have to reevaluate Iskandar’s power.”
Proust speaks to Angela, who is leisurely babbling.
“It’s the same now as it was then. You shameless bitch.”
“You’re a sl*t? That’s so rude for someone so cultured to say that. How come nothing has changed? Do you still get annoyed when you see me?”
Even though he was wearing a mask, Angela could tell.
That Proust’s expression was crumpled miserably.
By the way, the reason Proust resigned from his position as Dean 10 years ago was because of the Hell family.
Proust’s s*xual preferences are widespread in Tulcan, no surprise there.
He also took an interest in Angela, which resulted in her being forced into retirement.
Then Angela snickers.
“Okay. Aren’t you going to clean this up?”
Was Angela displeased with the way she was pointing the dagger at him with her finger?
Proust was troubled.
Right now, should I cut his throat with this sword?
“Are you sure about yourself? It’s been a while since you retired from active duty, so it must be difficult to even use Mana. Don’t overdo it. If you overdo it at an age where you have to carry a cane, your back will break.”
It was at that moment that Proust, who took Angela’s laughter as a mockery, tried to tighten his grip.
Hwaaaaak-!
Kwakwang-!!
Kookung-!!
A huge killing force bursts out of Angela’s body, and Proust is blown away, then left to squirm while pinned to the wall.
These three processes happened in an instant.
Suddenly this thought occurred to me.
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Why do people who know the truth act so stupidly?
A beginner master can easily deal with more than ten 9th circle mana users.
An intermediate master can play with five or more beginner masters, and an advanced master can play with.
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There is a large difference, but at least.
You can still play with two or more intermediate masters even when one of them is missing a limb.
That’s common sense.
Common sense of the continent.
“Tsk.”
Angela clicked her tongue lightly and quickly walked away, leaving the unconscious Proust behind.
It raised my spirits and even gave me the will to live.
It’s quite a distance from the Academy to the Imperial Palace, but the distance doesn’t mean anything.
Angela walked like that and passed through several rooms, and soon arrived at a secret room filled with crystals.
And then, for a moment, he stopped walking.
Because there was a man standing not far away.
With the hood turned over.
The face visible through the hood was covered by a black mask.
Similar to the mask worn by Proust, but slightly different.
Angela had a gut feeling when she saw him with a single horn growing out in a spiral from his forehead.
I know you.
He looks like he’s lost a little weight, but he’s definitely someone I know.
As expected.
“… … Angela?”
“… … Brother?”
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard your voice.
It’s my brother’s voice that I’m hearing for the first time in years, but something feels strange.
Should I say that I feel a sense of discomfort?
A feeling of discomfort that cannot be explained.
That wasn’t the end.
Angela suddenly looked around.
Hidden place.
A door that looked like a laboratory entrance.
Countless doors.
The guard guarding the entrance.
And countless crystal quarries around.
The life inside it.
There were elves, there were orcs, there were humans, and there were harpies.
There were just all kinds of different races.
Is that all?
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From what is presumed to be dragon skin to flesh.
A situation where a huge amount of it is contained in the vas deferens and decorated around it.
Angela couldn’t help but ask.
“What are you doing here?”
“… … .”
“What are you doing here?”
The Duke did not answer.
Just then, as he slowly pushed back his hood and was about to take off his mask.
“Immortal. You still can’t give that up?”
The Duke’s hand stopped.
But that was only for a moment.
Next is Duke Hell, unmasked.
Angela gasped as she saw his face.
Because it was so ugly.
“… … That’s it? Is that the price of loyalty?”
“It depends on how you look at it.”
“The mana circle was completely broken, and I was in a state where I wasn’t a human being.”
Angela paused for a moment and then closed her eyes tightly.
“You killed your mom and dad to do some weird experiment while locked in a closed room like this… … That’s what you did?”
“… … You two just got in my way.”
Angela’s hands began to tremble.
“You call that… … talking?”
It was not controlled.
Angela, whose mind was taken over by anger and who wanted to raise her mana and burn this place to the ground right away.
Couldn’t do that.
Because of Duke Hell.
With that emaciated body.
Because he embraced the crystal ball right in front of his nose with that hideous body that was too hideous to be considered human.
As if he wanted to protect it.
Angela was left speechless at the sight.
Is the Crown Prince everything to Duke Hell, her older brother?
What kind of magic did Iskandar use to cause someone to be like that?
That was the moment.
It was creepy and sent shivers down Angela’s spine.
“It’s a little disappointing.”
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At the sound of a voice coming from behind, Angela and Duke slowly turn their heads.
Duke’s expression brightened, and Angela’s expression hardened.
“It was a place to encourage both the students from the Academy who went on the expedition and those who couldn’t. Even though you and I take different paths, I thought we shared the same passion for serving Tulkan.”
As if it had always been there.
Iskandar’s appearance itself was just unsettling.
Iskandar says with a smile.
“It was a place like this.”
It was a tingling, electric feeling all over my body.
Angela definitely felt that way.
He continues his explanation, pointing to each of the crystals around him.
Sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning slightly.
Then, finally, he looked at the crystal ball and said.
“Do you know that dragon we experimented with a while ago?”
“… … I know.”
“What’s in this crystal chamber are the remaining parts of that dragon’s body.”
The exact parts are the right eye, three horns, left leg, and right arm.
There were four types like this.
Iskandar, who had been chatting for a while, walked leisurely around and spoke as if passing by or casually throwing something out.
“They say it’s called a green light correction ball. Have you seen it?”
“… … If you saw it?”
“Answering a question with a question… … That’s a really bad habit.”
Angela’s eyes flutter open at the unexpected words.
anyway.
“He said he would become the head of the five kingdoms as a representative of the alliance… … and that he would do it by force. Do you know what I thought when I heard those words from Jack Valantie?”
“Should I know?”
Iskandar smiled softly.
“of course.”
“Let me hear it.”
Iskandar asked, sitting down at the empty desk.
“Won’t you come under me?”
It was just a remark thrown out there in passing.
“I know of your plan to incite the nobles to fight against some of the nobles who follow me. I have known of this for a long time. Do you know why I have kept quiet?”
“well.”
“It’s largely my fault that Duke Hell ended up like that. If it were you, of all people, to point that out, I would have humbly accepted whatever it was. That’s why I left it alone.”
Iskandar gives his characteristically benevolent smile.
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“The fact that the Duke and Duchess of Hel died while I was bringing the Duke. Yes, it was definitely my fault.”
This time the tone was sad.
Like a peacock’s feathers that emit rainbow colors, it changes tone and mood.
Iskandar was a true wizard.
“If you want me to apologize, I will. I can make everything you were going to do seem like it never happened.”
“… … .”
“Do you think these crystals here have anything to do with ‘immortality’? No.”
“… … Then what is it?”
“Have you looked closely at the Duke’s body?”
Angela glanced behind her and nodded again at Iskandar.
“Immortalism? I used to be interested in it, but not anymore. Because I don’t want to sacrifice Mana users for experiments like this. Then what is the purpose of this crystal chamber and this laboratory? It’s simple. To restore Duke’s body to its original state. That’s all.”
Iskandar is a good actor.
Seriously, he’s a good actor.
If you mix lies with truth, the lies will eventually become truth.
Iskandar did it well.
Angela should have been killed originally, but not anymore.
Because I needed her strength.
If anyone watched Jack’s ridiculous act of summoning a giant demon in the kingdom of Ishmael and planting dozens of giant swords into the ground.
This reaction was appropriate.
Iskandar extended his hand to Angela.
“Will you come with me?”
Iskandar’s smile is engraved on Angela’s head.
“Angela. I need you. Will you be mine?”
