The Returned Sword King Decided to Become a Tyrant Chapter 55
Tower (7)
“What the hell are you?”
The cold silence that suddenly descended hardened the child’s body.
A flustered Wilford tried to approach me to sort things out, but I stopped him by raising my hand.
Of course, my gaze still remained fixed on the child.
“Wilford, the tower guard.”
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I should have told you to send trained personnel… … .”
“From now on, just answer the questions I ask.”
I stroked my right arm, which was exposed through my uniform.
The voice that soon came out was surprisingly sharp.
“This child?”
“That, that is, a practicing magician who was recognized for his talents a long time ago and entered the Magic Tower.”
“I don’t think that’s what you were asking.”
I could feel it instinctively the moment the child’s body touched it.
No, I could have known clearly without having to rely on that kind of thing. That’s why my nerves were sharper than ever.
“This child broke my ‘magic’.”
“……yes?”
……horsepower?
He carefully asked back at the seemingly vague question, but then he remembered what had happened in Matapju’s room and nodded subtly.
I realized that the magic I was talking about was an artifact engraved on my right arm.
“I’m sorry, but what you meant by broken is… … .”
“It’s literal.”
I calmed my mind and handed the child over to Wilford. Then I looked at him and spoke quietly.
“The moment it touched the child, the magical power it was radiating was neutralized.”
“… … !”
In addition to the ability to consume accumulated mana to disperse others’ mana, Magic Seal had many other applications.
And if we were to give an example, we could pick the magic copy that we saw just a while ago.
But what had just been broken was a ‘form’ created with a different application. A ‘barrier’ that released the mana accumulated inside the imprint to form a permanent protective shield.
Breaking it would be impossible without pouring in even more magical power… … .
“majesty.”
Then, Wilford approached him cautiously.
As I looked away from the child, Wilford’s expression turned into an awkward smile, as if he was troubled.
“Actually, it was Director Cromwell who brought this child.”
“Cromwell?”
“Yes.”
My eyebrows twitched as I heard the bastard’s name. Wilford, who saw my reaction, immediately waved his hand and added.
“That doesn’t mean that this child has bad intentions like that guy. It’s also common for a Guardian-level wizard to bring a practitioner wizard. I just told you in advance because Your Majesty seemed to have doubts about the child.”
“… … .”
“If Your Majesty so commands, I will personally investigate this child. Will that dispel Your Majesty’s doubts?”
“… … I see.”
Because of the previously revealed presence of the agent and the magic tower, Wilford himself was more alert than anyone else about this situation.
Still, the reason I brought up excuses first was because I was really worried that this child had caught my attention.
It seems that they thought it was better to reveal and cover up the fact in advance rather than having it come to light further in a situation where they considered it suspicious.
“Even if you call it an investigation, it’s only asking about my relationship with the agents… … .”
“No need.”
“……yes.”
I dismissed it like that and got up from my seat.
In the first place, that kid wasn’t even a suspect. There must be a reason why Bu-tap-ju, who was on high alert, protected him.
So, I just asked something I was curious about.
“Did you say that you were recognized for your talent and entered the training as a magician?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“What is that talent?”
It was the most fundamental question. Perhaps even more important than Cromwell.
Wilford then searched his memory, stroked his chin, and muttered an answer.
“From what I remember, it was probably ‘manifestation.’”
“Manifestation?”
“It is the power to bring something out of the body based on the mana one possesses.”
Manifestation was the most basic form of magic. Creating magic circles and releasing mana were also part of it.
In terms of swordsmanship, similar examples would include correcting one’s grip or posture.
If there is a problem… … .
“… … That was the extent of the child’s talent.”
“What does that mean?”
The child was already in a state of panic and didn’t even realize he was telling his story. Seeing that he showed no signs of calming down, Wilford continued speaking while carefully stroking his head.
“A long time ago, Cromwell saw the elaborate magic circle the child had created and judged that he had overwhelming talent, so he brought him in as a training magician. Unfortunately, even though he continued to train, he showed no further progress.”
“and?”
“Because of this, the child was often criticized for having no talent, and was often excluded from most research and training schedules.”
“… … I see.”
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I nodded in agreement.
To put it simply, it meant that he had abandoned her and become the target of her anger.
There was reason for Wilford to feel sorry for him and to be convinced that he was innocent.
One, it was just so absurd to me.
‘You mean this is not talent?’
Even if the magic field is just a simple application concept, it is not easy to break the magic engraving technique that has not been revealed to the world without even general knowledge.
It goes without saying that higher level horsepower is needed to make this possible.
But no matter how I looked, I couldn’t see that level of magical power in this child’s body.
‘This means that the child’s manifested mana has been abnormally amplified.’
But even if that were the case, the defense was so vainly broken.
In the first place, the child had not felt any movement of mana, and all he had done was accidentally touch her body.
… … That is to say, in a way that unconsciously spreads the feeling.
… …
“… … Spreading the feeling?”
The eyes that had been thinking like that narrowed. Soon, the lips that had been tightly shut began to slowly curve as if they had found an interesting toy.
Did you say he was the wizard that Cromwell brought?
“That’s interesting.”
“yes?”
Another unexpected turn of events was enough to pique my interest.
“What is this child’s name?”
* * *
Matapju, who came to visit after shaking off his body, responded calmly while being flustered by the situation at hand.
“Roel, are you saying you want to take this child?”
“okay.”
A child who is nothing more than a practicing magician without even a rank.
In the place where Matapju’s gaze fell, there was Roel, who was shrinking and avoiding his gaze.
He also knew the story of how this child came to be in the Magic Tower, so this situation was even more surprising.
“Is that okay? Even if that doesn’t happen, this child is Cromwell, the wizard he brought with him.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
The concern was along the same lines as Wilford’s.
But for me, who already knew the information about the future, it wasn’t that big of a problem.
If such a talent had been under Cromwell, who became the Lord of the Tower after Lord’s death, I could not have been unaware of it.
So there was only one problem left.
“Now that you have awakened as a great wizard, you will know. This child’s true talent.”
“……yes.”
The mana flowing through Roel’s body was neither too much nor too little. Rather, it was on the low side compared to the achievements of his peers who had received good education.
But that amount of mana wasn’t enough to bring out the child’s talent.
“Starting from the mana inside the body, to the surrounding mana that is unconsciously emitted. Everything is naturally amplified and established as a single sense. This is not something that belongs to a wizard… … .”
“okay.”
I smiled contentedly and stroked my right wrist.
“It is similar to the aura or spirit of a knight.”
The differences between wizards and knights have been emphasized countless times, but the most notable difference lies in the way they handle their powers.
Magicians who use the mana within their bodies as a medium to draw in mana from the surroundings. On the other hand, knights who amplify the energy within their bodies and radiate it outward.
In that sense, the magical power that Roel radiates could surprisingly be said to be a mixture of both of those characteristics.
‘A special talent that amplifies power based on mana and projects it outward.’
This is also true for mutants that don’t belong anywhere.
To put it badly, since even the branches were different, success as a magician could be said to be hopeless.
… … But what if that talent were to be displayed as a knight?
“I felt it vaguely when our bodies touched, but I understood after hearing Elder Wilford’s explanation. This child is not a talent that will rot in the Magic Tower.”
“Yes, this is a talent that does not exist in the world. I am ashamed of my past, when I was as blind as a blind person, for not recognizing this talent that was right in front of me.”
Matapju smiled as if embarrassed, but what really came across her smile was a sense of relief.
“I would be most grateful if Your Majesty would take him in. This child would be a shame to be under that Cromwell.”
“I see.”
“Moreover, Your Majesty possesses powers that no one like me can dare judge. I have no doubt that you will be able to make use of that talent.”
“… … .”
It was an embarrassing thing to say, but it was true, so I nodded silently.
Rather, since I fully understand that talent, there is no one who can develop Roel better than me.
That’s how the matapju decided to treat the child.
“The Tower will follow Your Majesty’s will completely.”
“good.”
I turned my gaze to Roel, who was listening to the conversation.
The child’s expression did not show gratitude for having his talent recognized, but rather anxiety about having to leave the familiar rooftop.
It was exactly the kind of thought I had. But I had no obligation to look into all those details.
‘That sounds fun.’
The power of special talents combined with my teachings.
Just imagining what it would look like when it was revealed to the world was exciting.
That was the moment.
“But Your Majesty, won’t you leave this to me?”
Matapju asked with a serious expression. After a while, he met my questioning gaze and added an explanation.
“I understand why Your Majesty wants to take this child. However, if we continue like this, it will only cause trouble to Your Majesty.”
“Are you saying that you will develop your abilities as a wizard yourself?”
“Yes.”
Matapju raised his palm in response to the question, his fingers fully exposed.
“Five months. If you give me five months, I will definitely show you results that will surprise Your Majesty.”
“Hoo.”
It’s an amazing achievement… … .
If that confidence had been different, I wouldn’t know, but he was the wizard who became Esteban’s only ‘lord’. Moreover, he was also a vassal who bowed down to me and swore loyalty.
Well then, the words were simple.
I shrugged and turned around, my gaze fixed on George, who had been tilting his head the whole time.
“The inspection of the Magic Tower is over. Now it’s time to return to the palace.”
“……yes?”
But there was no answer. There was no need for even a polite word like “I’m waiting for you.”
There was only a small smile lingering as he left the door.
