50 – Celestials
Lucion surveyed the surroundings.
“It’s a bit disappointing to go back right away.”
A considerable amount of time had passed while circling the aquarium.
The situation at the mansion hadn’t been resolved yet.
Lucion spoke to the maid who appeared after hiding.
“You can go back first. We’ll explore a bit more.”
“I am fine. I will perform from afar.”
Lucion nodded lightly, indicating his permission. Even if he told them not to follow, it was obvious that they would.
“Let’s go to the square.”
#
While Lucion enjoyed the night view of Lucia and the city, the Mouse family gathered for a meal after a long time.
A long table.
A white tablecloth covered the table.
On various plates were luxurious dishes, but there was too much to finish. Even if there were leftovers, they would be specially treated by artifacts made by Talaran to be used as emergency rations or snacks, so they often put a surplus of food.
Talaran raised his wine glass and spoke. The glass was so small compared to his large hands.
“Let’s raise our glasses.”
At Talaran’s words, everyone raised their glasses and toasted.
No one could speak first.
The Delo couple felt sorry for not trusting Talaran.
Talaran was also relieved to know that the Delo couple were not dead.
It was difficult to apologize easily.
Talaran repeatedly moistened his lips and finally spoke.
“Let’s have a meal together tomorrow.”
It was just a process of narrowing the distance that had grown.
#
Lucion had decided to stay at the mansion until Darahan finished crafting the artifact.
Yet, there had been no news for three days.
Even at this time, demons would be on the move. If not just Secayra, other demons joining in, Panatia would have already fallen and remained in ruins.
Indeed, in a past life, a country had been destroyed by a single entity of Secayra.
Beheading the king, seizing the king’s body, they systematically demolished from the center. With the ability to vanish, once they took control of the center, it was only a matter of time.
Oslan, being the capital of the kingdom, was more fortified than a mere regional district.
However, there was no room for complacency.
I want to confirm the situation as soon as possible.
“Should I ask if I can become a farsighted?”
Wouldn’t it be wise to survey and move everywhere as a farsighted when the Black Tower is nearby?
Let’s do what can be done only here.
It’s uncertain how far the Tower would allow visitors, but if I could use farsight, I could not only check the boundaries of the kingdom but also the borders of the demon realm where the Demon King resides.
Then the answer must be predetermined.
“Let’s go meet Darahan.”
#
The Tower’s inhabitants originally wore cloaks representing their respective Tower colors. However, since Secayra’s appearance, the Black Tower people decided to wear navy robes instead of cloaks.
Lucion and Lucia arrived at the Tower once again in their black conqueror attire.
A mage, with a silver brooch fixing the robe’s collar, greeted them.
“Aren’t you Sir Zion?”
I’ve never been to Matap, but strangely, wherever I go in the village, people already knew Lucion’s face and name.
It must be the influence of Dara-han.
“Because people here carry artifacts and share information,” Lucion said.
It was evident in Lucion’s hands – a board the size of his palm.
“There are limitations, though, only usable within Panachia.”
Quite convenient. During mealtime, messages come from the servants, and when the bathroom is ready, they receive a notification. Almost every schedule is communicated through artifacts by the servants.
It’s used by everyone in the upper class in Panachia.
Thanks to it, information sharing is swift among them.
In Oslan, the capital of the kingdom, it’s said to be unusable due to the cost and interference of mana streams. It seems one can only use it in places where the flow of mana, like Panachia, is organized.
“Welcome. I apologize for coming without notice,” Lucion said.
“It’s okay. Master Zion said you can treat the Black Tower like your home.”
Like home…
Lucion smiled charmingly.
In essence, being affiliated with the Black Tower meant being treated like a wizard.
The wizard looked quite young. Those fully immersed in tower research usually have a wrinkle or two on their faces, but this wizard seemed not entirely consumed by tower studies yet.
“I’m Thiron,” the young wizard said.
A wizard with tousled black hair nodded slightly to Lucion.
Thiron, with his head raised, alternated glances between Lucion and Lucia.
“What brings you here?”
“Cheonlian.”
Will you permit it?
A question arose.
Trying to complete his sentence, Tyrone spoke with a gentle smile.
“You mentioned coming to use Cheonlian and asked for guidance.”
You knew this would happen.
“Well then, I appreciate your help.”
#
The black tower consisted of a total of 27 floors.
13 underground floors,
the lobby,
and 13 above ground.
According to rumors, research took place underground. They said they were creating dragon-like machines, but no one really knew.
Rumors are just rumors.
However.
“Someday, real war machines will take flight.”
It was recorded as a historic event.
After it became known that just a few war machines could wipe out entire countries, there were suggestions that war machines, not warrior parties, should be deployed.
But war machines weren’t suitable for attacks due to their mobilization costs.
Furthermore, their large target area made them vulnerable to direct exposure to the Demon King’s attacks.
The demons use many unstoppable attacks.
While they are good at dealing with humans, they cannot use their powers against demons.
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Anyway, even at this moment, machines are being researched underground.
Up to the 7th floor above ground, it was a warehouse.
All sorts of valuable materials and daily necessities were gathered there.
The value of the goods in one room was enough to support the entire country of Panachia, and the goods handled by the Black Devil Tower were difficult to measure in value.
Above that, artifacts created by wizards are listed.
Lucion was invited to the 12th floor.
In a spacious area, orbs are lined up.
A blue-tinted sphere with vertically torn sky-colored irises.
“This is a Celestian.”
Around the Celestian’s iris, a blue current was flowing.
“Is it working?”
“No, it’s not. When it’s working, the iris stays fixed.”
Right now, it moves around like a living organism.
There were several of these orbs, which made them eerie.
Lucion observed the direction that the Celestian’s iris was facing. If he goes straight, there is a black window.
“It’s fascinating.”
Lucia examined the Celestian up close, bringing her face closer to the orb. Then the Celestian artifact faced Lucia. It didn’t feel terrifying because it seemed like there was an eye inside a glass bead.
Lucion looked around.
“What more are you looking for?”
“Where does Master Heukju conduct his research?”
“I don’t know that well… There are many secret spaces in Matap, you know. There are many spaces even I don’t know about.”
The sorcerers of Matap create their own secret spaces. Unable to return home, they prefer to pierce a spatial hole in the tower to use in place of a home. No one, except themselves, knows what happens inside.
Anyway, Darahan is somewhere, but no one knows where.
“How far can you see with clairvoyance?”
The magician answered calmly.
“Although it’s currently paused, it originally automatically observes the entire kingdom. It captures the fluctuations of specific mana to observe the origin of magic.”
“What do you mean by specific magic…?”
“It’s magic not recorded in the archives that exceeds a certain amount of mana.”
It means that if a large-scale magic of level 5 or higher, like Lucion’s, is used, it is automatically observed. The fact that clairvoyance recorded Lucion’s magic even though it was turned off indicates that it had a significant impact, to the point of operating on its own due to mana flowing back into clairvoyance.
Mana, when used, leaves behind long-lasting waves of destruction that spread throughout the entire area until blocked. It was similar to the nature of light, but the only difference would be that it could penetrate everything.
‘The entire kingdom.’
He bragged, but Lucion wished he could see even further.
“Can you see the end of the continent?”
“Well. It seems possible, but…”