The Returned Sword King Decided to Become a Tyrant Episode 54
Tower (6)
Kugugugugugugugugu-!
The magicians of the Magic Tower observed a strange flow that took control of the body for a moment.
It’s a given.
Because I could feel the mana in the air that was sucked away somewhere and emptied out, and the strong air current that swept in like an aftershock, with my eyes and body, even if I didn’t want to.
‘An uncontrollable phenomenon.’
Also, the most primal fear and awe that wizards can feel. As wizards, it must have been a mysterious phenomenon that they could not resist.
“Huh… … ! What happened all of a sudden… … .”
“Dude, let’s report this to our superiors quickly!”
And in those few seconds, the world moved in a tumultuous manner.
The magic tower, which lost its power source called Mana, momentarily stopped, but soon returned to normal as if nothing had happened.
Also, the wizards who were concentrating on their own work started moving around in an unexpected manner.
It was truly an unprecedented situation.
… … that moment.
“… … !”
The movements of the wizards who were moving to determine the cause stopped at the same time.
It wasn’t that I stopped because the tower had returned to normal, and it wasn’t that I stopped because there was no need to figure out what was going on.
However, it would be correct to say that my body went out of control without me realizing it because I felt something new and powerful enough to make the previous phenomena seem pale.
“… … What the heck.”
The wizards slowly raised their heads and encountered the question that led to the center of all this flow.
Towards a single point of great truth expanding in the midst of chaos.
Towards an incredible presence that dominates their bodies and minds.
“What the heck is going on… … .”
And above their heads.
In the room of the Magic Tower Master on the top floor of the Magic Tower, all the strange events began.
Gooooo-
“… … .”
The man’s eyes, which had been closed the whole time, slowly began to open.
Instead of the space inside a bleak room, it is as if the blue sky of midday is captured in a white piece of paper. With clear and neat eyes shining dazzlingly, like that.
……in the end.
Paat-
The fully opened blue eyes gazed at the world with a deep and noble gaze.
Then, the surrounding manas that had been shaking wildly calmed down in an instant and hid their tails.
In front of the true ‘Lord’, even the elemental beings that make up the world were nothing more than oppressed subjects.
The completed figure was no longer that of a mere old man who was dying.
“Oh, my God… … !”
The appearance of the most confident and accomplished great wizard, ‘Lord’.
… … Also, his appearance was so good that even the title of wizard was considered a ‘derogatory term.’
“Lord of the Tower!”
Wilford approached Matapju with a face filled with emotion.
A young and energetic body. And the sight of a butt-top running out of nowhere.
For Matapju, who had just come to his senses, this situation must have been quite disconcerting, but for some reason he simply calmly straightened his collar and raised his upper body from the bed.
… … And surprisingly, what he did next was to bow his head towards me.
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Oh, Lord of the Tower?!”
As if I already knew the whole situation.
Seeing him immediately express his gratitude, I nodded and confirmed that my thoughts were correct.
“As expected, you were conscious.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
The three months he spent in bed.
Matapju was sleeping as if he had died from a mysterious illness, but he had never lost consciousness for even a single moment.
Wilford’s expression as he listened to the story gradually changed to one of shock.
“… … Lord Matap? What is that?”
“As Your Majesty said. I fell into a coma due to the poison, but the senses that make up my body still remained as if I was alive.”
“Th, those words… … .”
“… … The pain of the poison that was eating away at my body. The feeling of my rotting flesh. Your voice that worried about me.”
And the murderous intent of those who were consumed by desire and tried to kill themselves.
At that moment, the eyes of the Matapju who was continuing the conversation began to turn bloodshot. When their eyes finally met, his eyes were already filled with rage.
“I was feeling a sorrow that made me feel like I wasn’t alive even though I was alive.”
It was around the time when I had sent the mana and aura of the magic seal into his body that I realized this fact.
That is, it was the moment when the two conflicting energies within his body were running wild.
‘It was clearly a stronger magical force than usual that was pulling the aura.’
As if he was forcing himself to give himself more energy.
In keeping with the natural flow, I too released more aura.
Because I could tell that it was the last survival instinct of the dying Matapju.
Result. Matapju broke the bowl and reached the ‘truth’ of the world.
Perhaps the pain of having the energy run wild inside his body was unimaginable, but paradoxically, the act of resolutely risking death allowed him to glimpse something more ideal in the midst of death.
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The last emotion he felt was anger.
“Cromwell. He has been waiting for the right time, drugging me. One day, when I die, he will kill you, the lord of the tower, without anyone knowing, and take the place of the lord of the tower himself. He clearly said so.”
“… … .”
“So, if you ascend to the position of the Magic Tower… … .”
“I thought it would be easier to smuggle research to the Federal Empire.”
“… … !”
… … A federal empire?
Wilford’s eyes widened in shock when he heard the name.
“Is that true?!”
We already know that they were trying to steal research technology.
No one could have ever imagined that the corpses piled up in the conference room and the director of the research center, Cromwell, who died right before his eyes, were agents sent by the ‘Federal Empire’.
On the contrary, the expression on Matapju’s face took on an even more cold calmness.
“I have already heard what you have said. Your Majesty knows all about this.”
I looked down at the sight and nodded silently.
The betrayal of a Guardian-class wizard. I knew better than anyone what would have happened if I had left him alone, so I moved as planned.
By giving him revenge in the form of ‘death’.
“Don’t you feel bad about me killing the person I was going to take revenge on?”
“Absolutely not.”
To match his confident voice and actions, his eyes shone with an unwavering faith.
“Your Majesty, you have a similar yet completely different feeling from Your Majesty Albedo.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I can tell, having been his teacher for a while. His Majesty is moving with a clearer goal in mind.”
The gaze of the tower fell on my right hand.
“Also, I can see the elements that make up the world right now. It is amazing. The red aura you sense is also the same.”
“… … .”
“But there is one thing that I cannot see with my own eyes: the depth of your power and the emotions that you hold.”
The emotions that form the basis of me and my strength.
That was something that even a superhuman who dared to step into the Lord’s seat would have a hard time judging.
so.
dump-!
He lowered himself to the floor and bowed his head.
An extremely respectful attitude, as if asking for teachings from a teacher.
Perhaps the best example of what a single wizard can do.
“I do not know what Your Majesty intends to accomplish.”
I never knew. It was something I could never know.
Also, the goal in that guess was similar to his own anger, but it was something that was difficult for him to understand throughout his life.
But one thing was so piercingly clear.
“I will dedicate this body, which Your Majesty has saved, to the development of the royal family and the Magic Tower forever.”
……certainly.
That it would lead him to revenge.
He burned for eternity, suppressing the anger hidden in his determined voice.
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Wilford entered the room where the group was resting.
As I cast my gaze, he wiped away the cold sweat and let out a long sigh of relief.
“… …Your physical condition has definitely returned to normal. I think there is no need to worry anymore.”
It was obvious that he looked healthier than ever on the outside, but it was the result of projecting his insides into mana, saying that he needed to get examined just in case there was a chance.
At this I shrugged my shoulders.
“I guess so.”
The flow of energy that had become stable and even purified clearly proved that he had entered the realm of a great magician.
But it was a fact that I knew without necessarily having to do so. That the flow of energy flowing through Matapju’s body had changed… … At least for me, it was a problem that I could know without having to get examined.
So this situation could be said to be quite unexpected.
‘The great wizard… … .’
There were many words to express it. But if I had to choose the most suitable expressions, I could choose two without hesitation.
… … Asymmetric weapons. Or mutually assured destruction.
That strategic weapon could no longer be expressed in terms of a single individual.
It was also a power that could not be possessed by individuals, and it was an entity that even the powers called nations could not treat lightly.
And my lips turned up crookedly as I thought about such things.
‘Cromwell is leaving me with a gift.’
anger.
Esteban’s weapon, which had strategic value, thanks to it gained a firm purpose: revenge.
What could be more terrifying than a weapon aimed at its target?
Moreover, it would become my strength and serve only me as a benefactor.
In that sense, the gift he gave me was clearly something truly meaningful.
“If you wait a little bit, the Lord of the Tower will probably come here.”
A soft voice flowed from the mouth of the tower guard who had thrown off his heavy load. He looked back and forth between me and George and continued speaking.
“First, I have instructed you to bring some tea for me to drink while you wait. Please wait a moment.”
“Okay.”
“thank you.”
I nodded in agreement and then fell back into thought.
At that moment.
Suddenly-
The door to the room opened and a boy of about twelve came in. Judging from the tray in his hand and the teacup on it, he seemed to be a boy on an errand.
“Ah, you’ve arrived.”
Wilford smiled happily and waved at the child.
Then the child began to approach with quick steps, fluttering his robe, which was large compared to his small body.
but…….
“It looks to me like it’s going to fall over.”
Boom!
“oh!”
Whether it was the robe that didn’t fit, or George’s crooked voice, the boy tripped over the hem of the robe with only a few steps left before he fell.
Wilford flinched and reached out to grab the child, but it was my right hand that reached out faster.
Snap-
“……ah!”
“I knew this would happen.”
“Hey, are you okay?”
I nodded silently to Wilford’s astonishment and lifted the child up.
Was it luck or misfortune that it fell on me?
The child appeared to be unharmed anywhere, the only change being his tearful expression, as if he were about to burst into tears at any moment.
… … But it wasn’t me who woke the child up.
“… … What the hell are you?”
The expression on his face was rarely one of surprise.
