299. Magic Tower (2)
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“…f*ck.”
[…I’ve been swearing since morning.]
No, what can I do when it comes out naturally as soon as I open my eyes?
When I sleep on the sofa, my back hurts like it’s going to break.
[Why did you sleep there in the first place?]
“…”
I get up without a word and go to my bed.
Because it is quicker to show than to explain in words.
I pulled back the blinds on the window and pulled out the blanket, revealing Elnor and the Prime Minister sleeping with their arms wrapped around each other with a look of satisfaction.
It is very strange to see them both leaving their own beds and rubbing their bodies against each other in my narrow single bed.
Probably the purpose was to embrace me, who was originally stuck in the middle, like a love doll.
[…]
“…”
I just shrug my shoulders at Caliban’s silence, which seems to be asking what the hell this is.
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“They both snuck into my place while I was sleeping.”
[…]
“I had no choice but to avoid it.”
I had a feeling it would be like this ever since we shared the same room, so I avoided it from the beginning.
Alpha’s warning was also effective.
[…Being a princess and a prime minister, the things they do are really cute.]
While Caliban was saying that, he shook the shoulders of the two people who were rubbing their faces and waking them up.
“Wake up, you idiots.”
“Um…”
“Umm…”
Elnor and Sullivan gently rolled their eyes.
And then we understand the current state in which they are hugging each other tightly.
“…”
“…”
My eyes are getting bigger and bigger. Each other’s complexions turn pale.
Almost immediately, Elnor kicked Chancellor Sullivan in the stomach.
While the Prime Minister’s body rolls to the corner of the room, unable to even scream, Elnor covers his mouth with her hand and gets up from the bed.
“…Ugh…!”
“…”
No.
Is that enough to make you throw up?
“Wow…!”
“…”
And the Prime Minister, who was kicked by Elnor, is rolling around holding his stomach and mouth as if he is truly nauseous.
“This damned barbarian…! “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it your fault for bringing that double-plated machine in without warning in the morning? “On the subject of old and evil.”
“You’ve just said everything…!”
“…”
Seeing that it is about to become noisy, I quietly close the door and leave the room.
[…Is it okay if I just leave that alone?]
I don’t know either.
Let me just do my own thing.
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“…Can I press this…?”
Instead of Elnor whining and trying to press the elevator button, she presses the button for the floor she was told in advance.
“How come you look familiar with this…?”
“…I guess so.”
It’s a difficult topic to explain, so I answer roughly and look around in silence.
As I heard before, there are definitely very few people around. What you see are human-like androids, artificial light sources made of unknown things, and countless complex mechanical devices.
“…”
To be honest.
For some reason, it feels a bit cold.
It should not be said that it is simply empty or that emotions cannot keep up with the advancement of technology, but rather that the feeling that it is a space where humanity has been worn away creeps in from time to time.
‘…Was it a place like this?’
Of course, I know that the Magic Tower is a masterpiece of worldview technology, but even so, I still have the impression that it was not such a desolate place.
I remember it feeling like a crazy, crazy gathering place for some semi-crazy mad scientists.
[This is the research building.]
At the same time as the mechanical guidance sound that emphasized that feeling came out, the elevator door opened.
“Are you here?”
Alpha has already arrived at the promised location and is waiting.
“Please follow me. Marquis Bogart is already inside.”
“…But what exactly are you doing here?”
I heard there was some kind of hearing going on.
But I haven’t heard anything about why the Magic Tower is interested in Marquis Bogart in the first place or why I was called here.
In response to my question, Alpha started walking without saying a word.
“Actually, the term ‘hearing’ is a bit absurd… If you ask me, both Bogut and you are ‘subjects of research.'”
“The subject of research?”
“Do you know what the most important topic is in the Magic Tower?”
That sentence continued.
“It is knowledge of the devil.”
“…”
“Science is a discipline that understands the principles of phenomena. “The magic and magic that pervade this world do not deviate from the principles of such exploration in that they also have laws and rules.”
This is a story about causal relationships.
If there is a cause, there is an effect. Such absolute laws apply to all phenomena in the world.
At best, even miracles or magic from God that are completely outside of those things have a source called sacred power or magical power, so magic is established.
“But.”
By the way.
Alpha chuckled and continued.
“There is only one being that deviates from that principle.”
“…”
Devil.
And the magic energy derived from there.
An ancient being whose origins are unknown. That power even reverses the flow of time, which is the basis of all laws.
“In that respect, you and Bogart are both perfect for attracting the attention of the Magic Tower.”
I have emerged as a ‘new devil’.
Marquis Bogart, who is strangely familiar with all knowledge related to demons.
Either way, it is something that needs to be examined closely.
“…Of course.”
I received comments while scratching my head.
“Aren’t I also a target of that hearing?”
The alpha reached the door and looked back at me without saying a word.
I wasn’t sure, but I think he probably laughed.
“How you respond is up to you, Dowd Campbell.”
“…”
“The Princess and the Prime Minister will be waiting outside with me. “Because you are the only one allowed inside.”
I’m not denying it.
While I was thinking that and smiling bitterly, the inner structure began to come into view.
A huge venue.
It looks like a sports stadium. That’s probably a pretty accurate description, except that there are huge panels where students will sit.
And in the very center of the venue, the Marquis Bogart is seen lying face down with his entire body restrained.
“…”
Raise your head and look at the huge panels surrounding you.
These images give the impression that they are one-sidedly observing this area from a high position.
The implications of this structure are quite clear.
Me and the Marquis Bogart, who are standing here now, are ‘experiment subjects.’
“…”
I sigh and scan that area with my eyes.
Professors of the Magic Tower.
Morbius, Klein, Cactus…
There are such names in a row, and among them, there is one name that definitely stands out.
Professor Astrid.
A little girl called my mother.
I slowly walk inside the auditorium, scanning the image of the mechanical giant floating above the image panel.
The expression is not visible. In the first place, I wonder what kind of face a giant cyborg would have.
‘It looks like none of the other guys are fine…’
First of all, I vaguely understand that he is a human, but no one maintains a human body.
They are full of people who do not hesitate to modify their own bodies, including mechanical prosthetic hands, artificial eyes, and even unidentified devices inserted into the spine.
“…”
They are not very pleasant appearances.
All the information about the Magic Tower is so fragmentary that even I, who am well versed in the game, know almost nothing, but even so, if I were to summarize these guys in one sentence, it would be very easy to summarize.
Demons bound to the quest.
If you were to ask them to exchange 10 pieces of knowledge they don’t know for 10 human lives, they would agree to do so without hesitation.
You can get that feeling just by looking at the next sentence.
As soon as I slowly looked around and approached Marquis Bogart.
I am at a loss for words.
“Did you have a good night last night?”
This guy still hasn’t lost his optimism even in this situation.
“What is it, you don’t even receive a greeting?”
“…You.”
To some extent.
If possible, I would also answer something to this person.
However, the current situation here is not normal.
Pure white complexion, traces of injection needles all over the body, the head is completely shaved, and the blood vessels are abnormally protruding.
As if certain ingredients had been ‘prepared’ in advance.
This is like.
They are treated more like lab rats than humans.
“Doud Campbell. “Please move to Subject 1’s location.”
Those words came out from the loudspeaker attached to the top of the auditorium.
These are words spoken by a person named Professor Mobius.
Seeing that he is at the head of the panel among the panels lined up around him, it would be fair to say that he is the person with the highest say.
“…Subject?”
“Marquis Bogart.”
“No, I didn’t ask because I didn’t know.”
Answer like that with a slightly frowning expression.
“…I heard it was a hearing, but you were a subject. Are you saying you are conducting any kind of experiment?”
“The two meanings are not that different.”
A mechanical, emotionless voice continued.
“A hearing is a process of neatly obtaining the desired information, and it can be solved by looking into the subject’s head.”
“…”
…What?
My expression becomes even more rigid.
“All you need to do is lend a little bit of your strength. If we handle the demonic energy as instructed and search that man’s head, it will be over. It takes less than a few seconds.”
“…Wow. “This is an invasion of privacy.”
While Bogart was grumbling in a light voice, I answered in a slightly lowered voice.
“Side effects… Seem like they would definitely happen. Are you talking about physically inserting demon energy into a person’s brain?”
I asked this out of curiosity.
“Yes.”
So simple.
Those words came out.
“…Are you sane?”
Even if it were me, I wouldn’t be confident that I would survive if someone were to rip my brain with magic. I’m just going to kill Bogart right here.
“Just to see how my demonic energy works on people, you’re going to force it regardless of whether this person dies or not? “What is the reason for that?”
If you just wanted to get information, you could just administer a confession drug. Considering the technology here, it wouldn’t be that difficult.
The reason for that was also simple.
“It’s data that hasn’t been studied.”
A voice asks why you are asking something so obvious.
“…”
I’m so excited.
After being dumbfounded and silent for a long time, the conversation continued again.
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“It is rare to have the opportunity to conduct that kind of experiment to see how demonic energy affects people. There is no problem legally.”
“…So.”
Now, the anger that I cannot hide is mixed into my voice.
“Just to see how my demonic energy works on people, you’re going to force it regardless of whether this person dies or not? “What kind of nonsense is that?”
No matter how much he is a felon.
Even if you have committed a deadly act.
You deserve to die with at least some dignity.
This is a much harsher act than slaughtering animals.
“It is known within the Empire that Marquis Bogart is a serious criminal who has already been sentenced to quasi-death penalty. And we received that identity from the empire. “It is our right to deal with his recruits at the Magic Tower.”
Oh, that’s right.
The heat spreads out.
This is my first time encountering the members of the Magic Tower, but one thing is clear to me, along with the anger that makes my mind turn white.
These bastards are a species of human horse that cannot even interact with each other.
“…Wouldn’t it be better to just follow suit and not fight?”
“…”
Those words were muttered from Bogart, who was lying down next to him.
“Didn’t you see what level of technology these guys have? “There’s no need for you to be here pretending to be like me.”
“…”
Knowing is knowing.
As I came here, I realized how great these guys are.
But.
Still.
‘This doesn’t seem right, does it?’
It is certain that this is a situation where such thoughts arise.
Then, there are things to do.
-The Magic Tower is tainted by evil, Dowd Campbell.
-Resist.
Suddenly, what Alpha said yesterday pounded in my head.
“Please follow the instructions, Daoud Kam-“
“Hey, man.”
Marquis Bogart’s eyes widen.
I guess it’s because my voice suddenly became rough.
“I’m telling you to listen, so you’re talking a bit like sh*t, aren’t you?”
Mobius stopped speaking.
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The question is why should mc cooperate??