The Returned Sword King Decided to Become a Tyrant Chapter 82
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“You came.”
Before we knew it, the work of examining the research materials had reached its final stages.
And when the sunlight streaming in from outside the window gradually turned yellow, Layton, who had run outside, finally returned.
He was so dazed that he didn’t even realize what was hitting his leg or that his elbow was hitting the door. He just kept mumbling that something was wrong.
I put down the book I was reading and asked.
“Looking at that, it looks like the activation of the ancient magic circle failed.”
“How, how about that… … .”
And he shrugged his shoulders at that vain question.
Well, I guess that’s what happens.
Eventually, her gaze moved and reached his chest.
“Looking at the brooch disappearing, it looks like he was expelled from the academy as well?”
“… … .”
“What a pity.”
Contrary to those regretful words, the corners of my mouth were slightly raised. Layton clenched his fists and shook his body, then looked up at Matapju and glared.
“Why didn’t the magic circle activate?”
“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that the magic circle wouldn’t activate.”
“then……!”
That was the moment.
“How could it possibly work?”
“… … What do you mean?”
At my voice that was thrown out gently, this time his miserable gaze fell on me. There was a hint of anger in his expression.
“Are you saying that you knew it wouldn’t activate?”
“What is obvious.”
I shrugged. It couldn’t possibly be that easy to activate, could it?
If simply understanding it was enough to activate ancient magic, there was no reason why Layton couldn’t do it by now.
That was also the case with the ancient magic revival project that took place before the return.
‘Literally no progress was being made.’
To be exact, it was resurrected. However, only some high-ranking elder-level magicians, including archmages, could use it.
The level of computational power required to activate restored ancient magic was too high for ordinary magicians to use.
Layton, who didn’t know the details, said as if it was unfair.
“Ha, but why didn’t you tell me in advance that I would fail?”
“You ran out before I could tell you. I didn’t know you would run out so quickly?”
“That, that is… … .”
Layton stuttered as if taken aback. He was so excited by the momentary realization that he hadn’t even thought of such a simple thing.
If you think about it, it was he who brought about this situation, and those who proved the research were not at fault at all.
“Magic is a discipline that has been improved and spread over a long period of time to make it easier to use. What we have restored with only fragmentary information is only the original form.”
“The original form and its refinement… … I see, it was something I had taken for granted, so I didn’t think about it.”
Matapju nodded slightly. Even though he didn’t give a detailed explanation, he seemed to understand what I was trying to say.
If that was the case, then it was as if an additional task had been added to his task immediately.
“The immediate problem would be to improve such a thing so that it can be used by lower-level magicians.”
“okay.”
There were attempts to improve it even before the regression, but that was later. At least, I haven’t heard any news of it being successful until I returned.
Perhaps the biggest reason is that Layton, who was supposed to lead the project, was executed for failing.
‘I’m talking to the 4th prince who was the emperor of Carrot at that time.’
But I wasn’t.
I would take a different path from him and produce different results. I would be the one to prove it.
My eyes widened arrogantly as I thought that.
“Is it unfair? Even though the research up to now has confirmed that it is correct, it has not proven anything?”
“that…….”
“Then give me a chance to work under you.”
“… … !”
You’ll give me a chance to work… … ?
It was such an arrogant remark, but it suited him better than anyone else. His eyes, which had been shaking in confusion, came to their senses and stopped.
And what was even more surprising were Matapju and George who were listening to the story.
“… … He is a man of the Federal Empire.”
“I know, too.”
It was different with George, who ‘became’ a staff officer for the Federal Empire.
He was already a citizen of the Federal Empire, and even a scholar belonging to a national institution called the Academy.
Even so, what was important was what he himself thought.
“A person who has been expelled from the society has no way to recover. I am sure he is aware of that.”
“… … .”
The Federal Empire’s academic society was so rotten.
No. It was already rotten from the very roots, from the very foundation. The person who knew him best was himself.
“There is only one way for someone like you, who has been ignored until now, to prove to them that you are right.”
“… … In a foreign country. Are you telling me to continue my research in the place where you came from?”
“okay.”
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“… … .”
It was a proposal to abandon one’s homeland.
But why doesn’t it sound unpleasant or rude?
‘perhaps…….’
People who say that their research results are correct and even prove it.
Now that I had lost even the bare minimum qualification of being a member of an academic society, I had no choice, but even if I had, my heart would have been drawn to one place.
Maybe it was meant to be this way from the beginning.
“… … I will follow you.”
“Good.”
At least there, I will be able to live a life that is recognized, rather than crawling on the floor like I am now.
Because I won’t have to continue my research in this rotten land.
“I want my research to be recognized there. Then I will be loyal to the one who recognizes my worth.”
“I hope that oath comes true.”
“… … !”
Slurp-
I slowly took off the hood that was hiding my face.
Brilliant silver hair. Haughty blood-red eyes looking down at me. The elements that make me up were revealing themselves in the land of the Federation Empire.
And I said.
“My name is Allen Esteban.”
The first prince of Esteban. And the ruler of a country that would one day become an enemy of the Federal Empire.
“That is the name of the master you will serve.”
* * *
“… … Yes? You’re leaving your hometown?”
Layton’s daughter, Reika, expressed her bewilderment at her father’s sudden words.
But I couldn’t help but be shocked by what he said next.
“Reika, just pack your necessities and come out. I’m going to leave the bookstore behind.”
“Why, why?”
“I decided to follow them.”
I knew that the ‘people’ that Layton was talking about were the three guests who had come to see my father.
That’s why I was even more embarrassed.
“If I close the bookstore, how will I make a living… .”
“He said he would make a place for you on the rooftop. He said he would appoint you directly under the Lord of the Rooftop, so I don’t think he’ll leave your livelihood up to you like he does now.”
“… … .”
Swish swish-
Layton stroked his daughter’s head so lovingly.
Looking back, the hair that had grown out in a messy manner had been trimmed to a somewhat neater state.
“Now do what you want to do.”
“……dad.”
“I remember you saying you wanted to be a merchant. You even said you could let me handle trade from the upper reaches of the kingdom to the southern continent if I wanted, so I’d be happy to do that. Traveling the distant seas wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”
“The upper echelon of the kingdom… … That’s… … .”
But that was the end of the story.
Layton took his daughter out of the bookstore after she was done getting ready, and Matapju was already ready to return to Esteban.
My gaze turned to Layton, who was carrying only a light load.
“Ready?”
“It is finished, Your Majesty.”
“majesty…….”
“good.”
My daughter’s questions spilled out, but it didn’t matter.
I winked at the tower master, and soon the tower master’s robe, which had closed its eyes, began to flutter slightly with the artificial flow of magical power.
The power of the Archmage. It was a precursor to teleportation.
Woooooooooo-!
The magic power grew stronger. Every time it did, the fluttering of the robe increased, and before long, a wind strong enough to blow dust began to blow around.
At that moment, my gaze suddenly turned to something towering in the distance across from the bookstore.
It was a huge, golden building, sparkling in the setting sun.
‘… … Is this the old palace of Carrot?’
The gilded exterior walls symbolized glory. The glory of that time when they had ruled the continent through wars of conquest.
Although it had already been demolished and was no longer in use, its symbolic meaning was like that of an exploitative organ for Esteban.
Just the thought of it couldn’t help but be joyful.
‘It’s so disgusting.’
Paat-!
Soon, as the magic circle of teleportation was completed, the waves of magical power that had been surging around the great wizard gradually subsided.
The two women who had been blankly staring at the scene had long since disappeared.
But until then, I was just standing there, looking at the palace. After confirming this fact, Matapju wiped the sweat from his forehead and expressed his doubts.
“Hmm? Your Majesty, the magic circle has already been completed. Please go back quickly.”
“Just wait a moment.”
“… … .”
The moment Matapju showed his doubts again, I slowly walked forward while pulling out Elvern, which was tied to my left waist.
“majesty…….”
“There’s something I don’t like.”
Woooooooooo-!
As I spoke, a blood-red sword energy began to flicker clearly above my sword. The wrinkled eyes of the Matapju opened wide in an inexplicable anxiety.
“What on earth are you doing in a place like this… … .”
The black energy gradually condensed and formed another sword that wrapped around the sword, which soon merged with the wind that blew from somewhere and began to swirl.
─Then the atmosphere vibrated. However, unlike when the Magic Tower Master exercised his power, it was a vibration filled with a strong murderous intent.
… … A bloody whirlwind surrounding the sword.
The power of the wind that began to gather in the atmosphere grew uncontrollably.
It was unlike any form of sword I had ever seen before. And it was also more threatening than anything else.
Before Matapju could even comprehend that fact, the storm came, and he finally realized the nature of his anxiety and felt his hair stand on end.
“……no way.”
“Well, I came all the way here, so I can’t leave without a gift.”
The corners of my mouth slightly rose. At the same time, the arm holding the sword stretched out diagonally. That was the signal flare.
Choaaaak-!
Kwakwakwakwakwa-!
The power of the wind that had gathered like a whirlwind exploded and cut through the air along the sword’s trajectory.
And there was nothing left where the trajectory led.
Like a storm. Also like a god of death. It began a merciless destruction, tearing apart everything in a straight line.
It was not much different from the golden palace that was facing the storm.
Kukugugu-!
“Oh my, oh my, oh my… … !”
… … The old palace collapsed. And was collapsing.
The golden building that had been shining brilliantly until just a moment ago was torn apart as if by something, and the remaining parts, unable to bear the wounds, were slowly collapsing and showing signs of collapse.
The towering figure trembled in awe at the unbelievable sight, and I smiled contentedly as I retrieved my sword.
“Now it’s worth seeing.”
My body was sucked into a magic circle along with a ray of light.
