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Episode 366: To the Center of the Continent (3)
About two years ago, the Bohemian Tower lost its light due to a power outage whose exact cause is still unknown.
Thanks to the magic festival that was held at that time, they were able to avoid a major disaster… … but the magicians who remained in the middle floor of the magic tower could not escape the aftermath.
Even the corpse was vaporized when exposed to unbearable magical power.
Not only that, but the treasure vault also suffered enormous damage, with countless confidential research materials of inestimable value being lost and even the artificial artifact [Second Circuit] disappearing.
However, no matter how severe the damage, the Bohemian Tower will not collapse due to a mere accident.
As if to prove him wrong, while waging war against Black Hour, he mobilized all his strength to gradually restore the functions of the Magic Tower.
The gigantic circuit made up of thousands of large and small magic circles that dominate more than half of the tower is truly transcendent.
Since the existing power source does not have the infinite magic power, an enormous amount of magic stones must be consumed, but some of the lost light of the magic tower has been successfully restored.
The pinnacle of the magic circle.
The name of the omnipotent Matapju and Balok Besias was by no means an empty boast.
In the temporary stability thus regained, Baloch was having a private conversation with his fourth disciple.
“……So. Are you telling me to go to the Central Continent?”
The red-haired woman, Robelyn, furrowed her brow.
“I understand that the war with Black Hour is not over yet. I cannot leave the front lines in such a situation.”
“As you know, the gap is widening as other magic towers join the battle in earnest. It is too big to be overturned by Black Hour’s power alone. Your absence can be easily replaced.”
"but……!"
“Right now, the dragon’s material is more important than that.”
There was an oppressive air in Baloch's gaze.
“It’s been decades since we’ve seen dragon bones that haven’t been processed in any way. And they’re even selling some of the materials through a merchant called ‘Ricentia’ from the Luas Church. Opportunities like this don’t come easily.”
“……There must be more than a few people who think like that. I guarantee that with just my strength, I can’t handle it all.”
“Yes, that’s right. So, cooperate with Rayshen in the Central Continent.”
Robelin's eyes widened.
Since becoming Baloch's disciple, I have encountered Rayshen several times on the upper floors of the Magic Tower.
I don't know about anything else, but I know full well that he is the type of person who hates leaving the magic tower.
'But the Central Continent?'
What on earth is going on that none other than Rayshen Taillord was dispatched in person?
Robelin had doubts in her heart, but she didn't dare say them out loud.
“Wouldn’t it be more reasonable to send someone else instead of me?”
“The first disciple, ‘Everec’, has work to do, the second disciple, ‘Rayshen’, is hiding his identity due to a secret mission, and the third disciple, ‘Lukerd’, is unsuitable. Right now, there is only one disciple among me who can represent the name of Bohemirn Tower.”
Baloch looked straight at Robelin.
“You will follow Rayshen’s instructions, but on the surface, you will search for the whereabouts of the upper class of Likentia. It would be best if it ended without incident, but… if not, then don’t worry about the means and methods and focus on capturing the dragon’s whereabouts.”
“If that doesn’t work, then rob───”
“If the situation demands it, then I guess I’ll have to do it. Of course, in a way that’s secret enough that the Bohemian Tower won’t be revealed.”
He came over and put his hand on Robelyn's shoulder.
“Robelin, you are one of the successors of the Bohemian Tower. The clothes you wear, the realm you have achieved… it was all provided and assisted by the Tower, by me. And thanks to your special talents, you were able to pioneer the magic way far ahead of others.”
“…….”
“I know how you feel. You want revenge on Verden, a victim of the power plant overload who came from the same orphanage. But in the end, Black Hour is just a process, not a destination.”
Baloch revealed his transcendent form and whispered softly.
“Look to the future. For yourself, and for the Bohemian Tower.”
"……yes."
It is an irresistible presence.
Unable to refute anything, Robelin turned around with a stern expression.
Crunch.
The door closed and silence fell.
Baloch stroked his chin and looked intently at Robelin's empty spot.
“It’s perfect as an external hunting dog, but it doesn’t seem to be of much use for other purposes.”
* * *
After finishing her interview with Baloch, Robelin walked down the hallway in silence.
Only one thought remained in her mind.
'Forget about that war with Black Hour… … and go find the dragon's bones?'
For quite some time, he was willing to stand on the front lines of the war.
He did not spare his life.
Because that was something Robelin had to do herself. The number of people she had burned to death over the years was well into the double digits.
But the Bohemian Tower no longer speaks of brutal revenge, but dreams of the future.
It's extremely realistic. As expected from a group of magicians called Magic Tower.
Here, the very act of still harboring a strong desire for revenge is seen as a mental problem.
Uduk.
Robelyn bit her molars.
The fever rose as the special trait and magic reacted simultaneously to the boiling anger.
In fact, red flames flowed out from her body.
After a while, Robelin took a deep breath and calmed her emotions, calming her magic.
Hururuk… … .
Only after the flames had died down did I begin walking again.
As soon as she entered the restricted area, her closest aides came into view.
“Hezen, Arril.”
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“Oh, yes! Lady Robelin!”
The two people who had been talking immediately stood up.
“We are going to the Central Continent now, so get ready.”
“Huh? Suddenly the Central Continent? Black Hour?”
“Secure the dragon’s materials. It is the Lord of the Magic Tower’s orders.”
Instructions given directly by the Transcendent One.
Arril took a deep breath and shook his shoulders.
Her short, black hair swayed.
“We, we have such an important mission…! So are we just going to track Licentia? Or are we going to contact the dragon slayers first to gather information…?”
Aril pursed his lips, secretly looking forward.
She had a tendency to fanatically admire celebrities, especially those with worldwide fame.
“Did you say the person you were interested in this time was Asher?”
Asher, the deity of the Eastern Continent.
He was a young man with gray hair and blue eyes, and I had heard that he was a magician.
A genius who appeared without warning.
The appearance of a being that shook up the magical world was here, but Robelin remained indifferent.
“The details haven’t been decided yet. I heard that Rayshen will be in charge locally.”
“Lord Leishen? Oh, so we’re not the only ones going… Well, that’s to be expected, isn’t it?”
“If you understand, get ready. We’ll be leaving tomorrow morning. It’s confidential, so don’t reveal anything.”
“Understood, Lady Robelin.”
Robelin returned to her room after giving instructions without any small talk.
Still cold attitude.
Arril and Hezen let out a nervous sigh.
“Whew, you seem to be feeling even more depressed today. What’s going on?”
“That must be because of the Central Continent incident. Because I can’t take revenge on Black Hour, who killed my old friend.”
“Are you talking about Verden? He’s been dead for so long, and you’re still mad about it? Ha, what’s so great about that theory thief?”
A criminal who blatantly tried to steal the theory of multiple continuities from Lukerd.
The weakest of the Magic Towers, with a hierarchy that is only level 1.
That was the man named Verden that Matap remembered.
Arril frowned.
“Don’t say that, Hezen. If Lady Robelin hears about it, she’ll burn you alive. Seriously. And these days, I’m starting to think that maybe I didn’t steal the theory, just like Lady Robelin said.”
"what?"
“Well… right? If you look at the theory that Luke Maniacs, the author of Multiple Continuities, presented last time.”
“Your reputation in the magical world isn’t bad, is it?”
“Yes, it’s adequate… but I’m not getting anything out of it. To be honest, it’s so inferior to the theory of multiple continuities that I can’t even think of it as the same author.”
After thinking about it for a moment, Hezen couldn't confidently say no.
“……It’s not that I partially disapprove of it. But still, it’s completely absurd that someone of the first rank would come up with such a theory.”
“That’s true, though.”
“Anyway. Let’s stop discussing who the theory thief is. Since we don’t know the real situation anyway, we’ll never be able to come to an accurate conclusion.”
Hezen gently stretched his body, pressing the back of his neck.
“Then let’s start getting ready. There’s a lot to prepare since it’s a long distance.”
“Oh, yeah!”
* * *
The city's premier inn.
The special room, which costs a whopping 400,000 elk per night, occupies the entire top floor and is protected by various magical items, and is filled with the smell of various foods that stimulate the appetite.
Over a leisurely meal with Adrian, Verden went on to explain the plan in more detail.
“Basically, Rayshen is very cautious and careful, especially when it comes to his own safety. That’s why he doesn’t leave the magic tower very often.”
“The disciple of the Transcendent is timid. How paradoxical.”
“That’s why it’s tricky.”
Verden chewed and swallowed the golden-brown fish flesh.
“The key is to find a place to sell dragon materials. We need a large and trustworthy stage that even Leishen can approach without suspicion. Adrian, I need your advice.”
Adrian has lived in the Central Continent for most of his life.
The experience and knowledge accumulated in this way can almost be called professional.
Adrian had originally told me how to use the space teleportation team through my adventurer authority.
“It’s a stage…….”
Adrian asked, taking a sip of his wine and lost in thought.
“Is it possible that your lord plans to act secretly?”
“I will hide my identity to a limited extent. It is convenient in many ways. However, there is no need to hide my strength.”
The most powerful tool for Verden and Adrian is force.
To rule that out and move cautiously is no different from leaving a good path and taking a big detour.
“It depends on the situation, but if necessary, I plan to go all out.”
“Then the answer is set.”
Adrian turned his head.
I cast my gaze toward the center of the map of the Central Continent that decorated the wall of the inn.
“The stage that my lord desires is right here in Gargant.”
“If you’re talking about Gargant… are you talking about a giant city?”
“Yes, there is an auction house there that operates in a very special way. The most notable thing about it is that the person in charge is none other than a Transcendent Being.”
“Transcendent?”
Verden showed strong interest.
“If the one who rules the world manages things and is in charge of security…then it can’t be more trustworthy.”
“However, not everyone can list an item for auction. Unless you have invested a significant amount in Gargant, or are a family or individual who has helped a Transcendent in the past, it is impossible. And unless it is a relatively valuable item, you will be charged for wasting time.”
“It’s the dragon’s bones, so there’s no need to pay a price, but the other conditions are annoying. But since you brought this up, I guess there must be a way, right?”
“Of course.”
Adrian nodded confidently.
“It is possible if you ask my old acquaintance for help.”
“If you are an acquaintance, you should reveal your identity. Are you someone I can trust?”
“It may be somewhat calculated, but it is far from betrayal. I guarantee it.”
“Then believe me. So where should I go to find that acquaintance?”
Adrian stood up from his seat and pointed to the south of the central continent.
An area located above the great forest where elves live.
They weren't exactly next to each other, but were some distance apart, and were shaded dark on the map.
“The so-called ‘ownerless land.’ It is an area where conflict has continued for hundreds of years.”
The destination has been decided.