The Returned Sword King Decided to Become a Tyrant Episode 53
Tower (5)
A conference room where the big and small matters of the rooftop must be discussed.
But at some point, a pungent smell of blood began to leak out from within.
More precisely, it was from the moment the five wizards entered the conference room after receiving a call from Director Cromwell, who said there was a meeting.
Of course, it would be impossible for Cromwell, who was already dead, to leave a message.
“… … I’ve almost finished organizing it.”
George approached, waving the papers in his hand absentmindedly.
Then, as he was about to hand me the documents, he glanced at the floor as if something had occurred to him and frowned.
The red liquid pooled on the floor and soaked the heels of his shoes.
“Arai.”
The Baron said it was expensive… … .
So, after swearing and muttering, the guy managed to hand over the documents and escape through the puddle.
Crackle, crackle.
He was moving around recklessly, holding his magpie feet, without even noticing the blood splattering.
By the time I realized it, small drops of blood had already stained the hem of my black uniform trousers.
“Oh my… … Anyway, the agents who infiltrated the tower are these five who were under Cromwell. I checked the ledger, and His Majesty even confirmed their faces, so it’s certain.”
“Well done.”
I nodded indifferently and looked through the documents from where I was sitting.
Then the guy showed a strange expression and expressed his discontent.
“Can’t you praise me a little more? This time, I had a hard time breaking through the Magic Tower’s security. Because of that, I didn’t get to see the inside of the Magic Tower… … .”
“Excellent. As a reward, I’ll give you a vacation after this is over.”
“… … .”
George was speechless with absurdity.
Regardless, I just silently read the ledger of the ‘research institute director’ that the guy had stolen.
It was immediately after that that a displeased voice was heard.
“But are you going to keep sitting there?”
“Is there a problem?”
“That’s not it… … .”
George’s gaze turned to the chair I was sitting on.
It wasn’t an actual chair, just a place to sit for a while, to give a simple example.
It was a makeshift chair on which the corpses of the agents were piled up one by one.
“… … Well, if that’s what you like.”
Of course, what George felt was not disgust, but rather curiosity.
Because he was the one who knew better than anyone else what kind of feelings I had for the Federation Empire, as I was faithful to my role as the Prince.
The only one who did not understand this situation was Wilford, who was present in the conference room with a pale face.
“oh my god…….”
Inside the castle, Prince 1 committed murder.
Could there be anything more absurd and ridiculous than that?
But it actually happened, and there were a total of six people, including a Guardian-level wizard.
Even though they said they were spies who were stealing research… … Wouldn’t it be more natural to see the corpse right before your eyes than to hear a story that doesn’t feel real?
If I hadn’t seen the five people who had been called into the conference room launch an attack as soon as they realized their identities had been revealed, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my wits about me.
But that was a story that had nothing to do with me.
“What did you ask me to find out?”
“That is… … .”
Wilford spoke calmly, trying to control his trembling voice.
“… … As Your Majesty said, there were records of Director Cromwell entering and leaving the room where Lord Matap was recuperating. The most recent record was the day before yesterday.”
“I guess so.”
Fragmentary information.
But I already knew that Matapju was sick and that he was going to die.
If we then combine the character and actions of Cromwell, who later ascended to the position of Lord Mayor, the situation becomes clear.
‘So that bastard was trying to kill Matapju and take his place?’
I stood up from the corpse, laughing.
If we calculate the time before the return, there was still some time left until the Magic Tower Master died. In other words, if it had been just a little bit later, the Magic Tower Master would have died soon.
Unintentionally, he ended up ruining that plan.
“I will personally check the status of the magic tower.”
“… … Okay. If you do, the body.”
“Don’t worry, the cleanup crew will arrive soon.”
I walked out of the conference room, leaving Wilford behind, who was still frozen.
Despite walking among pools of blood and corpses, he appeared completely undisturbed.
After a while.
“… … This is it.”
We are at the top of the tower.
… … And then I entered the room of the ‘Matapju’ located above that.
The old man lying under the artificial light created by magic looked like a corpse at first glance because he was motionless.
Also, the devices hanging down next to him seemed to tell the old man’s current condition.
Can you even describe that thing as alive in the first place?
That rotten body that can’t move and relies solely on magic to survive?
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The old man must already be as good as dead, to the point where it feels like he is breathing bravely.
“……in fact.”
Wilford’s expression became solemn as he stood before the tower.
“I said it was recently, but Your Majesty the Matap has been in poor health for the past six months.”
“half a year?”
George, who was frowning and looking at Matapju, asked back at the resonance of that familiar word.
Wilford then explained that Matapju had been ill for some time without any warning, and had suddenly fallen unconscious three months ago. It was only natural that George’s eyebrows furrowed.
“If it’s half a year.”
“Yes. It was just before the details of the Asus situation were revealed.”
I responded to George’s muttering as if confirming the answer.
Coincidentally, just as the word “half a year” was familiar to George, this scene itself was also familiar to me. Of course, it was probably because the word “half a year” overlapped with the current situation.
“You fed it poison. It’s familiar.”
“Well, it seems that way based on the circumstances.”
My lips turned up crookedly.
The identity of the poison must be the same as the one Asus fed to his father before his return.
The only difference is that before the regression, he was fed something diluted over 10 years, so his stamina slowly declined, but now that he is fed something stronger, he likely collapsed quickly.
But Wilford bit his lip and denied reality.
“However, even in the blood tests we conducted ourselves, nothing related to poison was detected.”
“You’re talking nonsense. Did you really think that a poison that could be used to assassinate a king would be detected so easily?”
“that…….”
“Even this was diluted, so the probability of detection was low from the beginning. Moreover, if it was the Tower’s own inspection, it is possible that the culprit manipulated the results. What was his actual position?”
“… … .”
The opponent was a direct descendant of the Magic Tower Master and a Guardian-level wizard.
What I am saying is that if they really wanted to uncover the truth, they should have launched a large-scale investigation, even if it meant making the state of Matapju known to the world.
Wilford pondered my words for a long time, then agreed.
“… … Phew. I see. So that means that since you’ve guessed the cause, you can solve it.”
It’s different from when I didn’t know anything and just sucked my thumb.
There will be records of the research on the poison discovered from Asus in the royal palace, so as time goes by, it will be possible to solve the problem of the poison that has consumed the body of the magic tower master.
… … Wilford seemed to think so.
but.
“no.”
I asserted.
“It’s already too late.”
“… … !”
If you keep feeding him poison, he will die soon.
Even if you take an antidote, the aftereffects of the poison that has already been absorbed into the body will not go away.
Rather than giving him an antidote, waking him up, and forcing him to continue his painful life, it might have been better to just let him sleep comfortably.
It was the end of a wrong response.
……one.
I didn’t hesitate to say what was on my mind.
“I guess he was lucky.”
“Th, what the heck is that… … .”
Wilford’s body trembled, speechless from shock.
The current situation is that toxins that have spread throughout the body are threatening life without even a way out.
Also, how could one say that the body, pushed to the edge of a cliff, was lucky in a situation where it was being forced to suffer a cruel death?
“… …Your Majesty, even though you saw such a terrible situation!”
“No. He was truly born with great luck.”
Still, my thoughts did not change.
However, rather than simply dismissing it as luck, it is closer to obsession.
Suddenly, my gaze took in the view of the room where magic tools were spread out in a mess.
‘If this is fate, then is it fate?’
The old man’s body was now on the verge of breaking apart.
He also had nothing left except a shred of life force. In other words, the will to survive that should have sunk into the depths of the sea was rising stronger than ever.
‘The poison that consumed the body awakened the will to survive at the right time.’
Enough is enough.
That would be it.
I smiled and extended my right arm towards the old man lying down.
“You’ve ruined that bastard’s plans, so don’t think I’ll die so easily.”
“… … !”
The place my hand touched was the left side of the chest where the old man’s heart was. It was the place where various devices that could extend his life were attached.
Soon the tattoo on his right arm began to glow and his sleeves began to flutter.
“Your Majesty?”
Wilford looks at me with puzzled eyes.
I closed my eyes without paying any attention and began to slowly draw up the energy in my body.
It is not the magic seal on my right arm that is currently being activated, but the aura of the Sword King, which is my natural energy and is like my limbs.
and…….
Kugugugugugugugugu-!
“… … Huh!”
“Ouch!”
Where the two energies met, a ripple like an explosion occurred.
The two conflicting energies, as if stimulating each other, raced along the road without regard for who would go first, burning all the foreign substances around them and moving forward.
In addition, the mana in the air that agreed with this was quickly absorbed and filled the magic seal.
Kugu-gung-!
But once the passage was opened, it never closed, and the direction continued through the right arm, to the fingertips, and into the body of the old man who was touching it.
Even at this moment, the Sword King’s aura was flowing, and the mana in the air was absorbing all of the surrounding mana to replenish the amount that had escaped into the old man’s body.
It’s as if space is bending towards my right arm. The more I use the aura, the stronger the ripples become.
At that moment.
“Coolook-!”
“Lord of the Tower!”
The old man vomited out dead blood. Even the color of his face was extremely pale.
Activation of the body using magic seals.
The physical abilities that were lacking compared to Aura and the artificial rampage to increase the assimilation rate of the magic engraving revealed their true value to others in such an unexpected situation.
And it didn’t end there.
“……oh my god.”
Jeokjeok-
The old man’s rotten body splits apart.
As if ready to slaughter, the split body tore apart and white flesh was revealed in an instant.
At the same time, all the mana in the air was sucked into the man’s heart, and in an instant, the elements that made up the world disappeared… … It shone brilliantly in achromatic form, as if to say that there was a stage deep down in the abyss.
“Ah, ahh… … !”
This was a phenomenon that not only George but also the wizard Wilford was well aware of.
Rather, it is a miracle that we know better than anyone else because we have determined that it is impossible.
Awakening of the Archmage, the ‘Lord’ who transcends the Elder.
Wilford was so shocked that he didn’t even notice that all the magical tools around him were being destroyed.
