Mission No.1 Return of the Magic Swordsman (08)
“It seems that the 10th floor has been explored, but there is no information below that.”
After returning from the meeting, Marcus started the briefing by going through the documents containing information about the monastery.
“… Too bad I dug deep.”
“It was also used as a catacombs. This is all the information on the guild side. It’s not that there’s no information because it’s particularly dangerous, but it seems like the rarity of the monsters that inhabit it and the state of building treasures aren’t very good.”
“It’s an impoverished dungeon.”
Marcus, who gave us the basic information of the Vilzburg Monastery, put his scroll down on the chair.
Ewald was sitting by the balcony in one corner of the imperial palace, resting his chin on his chin and looking at the distant mountains. The sun was setting, so I wondered what I could see, but Marcus sat quietly by Ewald’s side.
Usbel is asleep, hunched over by the bed, as if completely exhausted from the epic mess that has unfolded throughout the day.
“Isn’t it necessary to seal the magical power?”
“He?”
Ewald, who only turned her pupils to check Usbel, made a face that didn’t matter.
“It’s okay. It’s not dangerous magic. I will subdue you if you have to.”
“What you said to the Magic Master during the day, is it true?”
Marcus brought up the main topic without hesitation. Ebalt frowned slightly, but soon returned to his original expressionless face.
“It’s true.”
“… Is it?”
“Well, I understand. At the time, I was dangerous even when I thought about it. Just.”
A sigh escaped Ewald.
“Looking at your face, it reminded me of the old days and I was just a little angry.”
Again, Ewald’s gaze turned to the distant place.
“Actually, it’s the same as what happened last year to me.”
“Last year?”
“It was Lasser who came after everyone left…”
“Captain Kitsuka! Is Vice Commander Kitsuka there?”
It’s the VIP room assigned by the emperor – of course, Ebalt forcibly entered it – and it’s late, but he knocks on the door while calling ‘commander’?
It’s urgent.
Ewald stood up from his seat.
“Let’s talk later.”
“Captain Kitsuka! Lieutenant Kitsuka!”
When I opened the door, which was needlessly decorated, a soldier dressed as a guard was standing in front of the door. Ewald opened the door completely. The soldier who found Ebalt nodded and opened his mouth.
“The emperor told me to deliver it.”
“… Kasper?”
A soldier who simply salutes and disappears. Ewald turned around holding a piece of parchment the soldier had given him.
I was annoyed that he had even sent the parchment in the middle of the night for something else, but Ewald sprawled out on the bed and examined the contents of the parchment.
“A document from His Majesty?”
Marcus drew his cloak and approached Ewald.
“It is, but…”
Ewald licks his appetite again.
“What do you mean?”
Ewald passed the parchment to Marcus as he was lying down.
“Where should I look?”
Marcus, sitting next to Usbel, who was sound asleep leaning on the bed, read the contents of the parchment.
“Part of the 300th unit of the 62nd unit under the 7th Knights preemptive deployment. Departure at 07:00. Estimated input time noon on January 25th.”
“It’s tomorrow.”
“Is it tomorrow?”
“What the hell did you write about…”
Ewald’s annoyed gaze turned to Marcus and then stopped for a moment. To be precise, it froze while pointing at something written on the back of the parchment Marcus was holding.
Ewald spat out a harsh curse and rose from his seat.
“Ah, what bullsh*t is this crazy bastard!”
“… Ewald?”
Ewald, dressed in loosely tucked-in clothes, stormed out of the bedroom. In the middle of the night, before deciding what he was doing, Marcus tried to come out after Ewald, but Ewald blocked Marcus’s path.
“It’s okay. She will go alone.”
“Where? What? How? Why?”
“To Kasper!”
“… Why?”
“The back of the parchment.”
Leaving those words alone, Ewald quickly walked away with a poisonous look.
“Back page?”
What was written on the back page was simple.
When the preemptive troops occupy the target, retrieve and dispose of the Demon King Usbel.
Dispose?!
Marcus had to look at the traces of Ewald, who had disappeared from the hallway before he knew it.
“Hey, Casper you b*tch!”
“What kind of guy are you!”
“Get used to it, you bastard with no ability to learn! f*cking the emperor, there’s nothing left to say but me on the continent!”
The guards, who were contemplating whether to salute or aim their spears, began to slowly back away, and Ewald, who became very angry, kicked them as if breaking a door.
The door opened violently and slammed against the wall, making a loud noise.
It is a bedroom. It is also a very ornately decorated bedroom. An elderly man wearing a cone-shaped sleeping cap stood up on a bed in the middle of a room that was expected to hold a hundred people.
The Emperor, Casper.
“Are you going to sleep now?”
“… Ewald?”
Unable to control his closed eyes, the emperor, who looked around him, let out a long yawn.
“What? Why are you making a fuss at this hour?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know, you rotten bastard!”
“… Oh my, when are you going to spit a rag out of that bastard’s snout?”
“Not now, you b*tch!”
“… Go away.”
“Shut up, you son of a b*tch! Now you are…”
“Not you.”
As soon as the emperor finished speaking, a woman jumped up from the wide bed. The woman, wrapped in a blanket to cover her body, got out of Emperor Burinake’s bed and ran to one side of her.
The smirk passed across Ewald’s face, she said.
“Ha, SiX, the years are good. Right? It’s nice to hug the lady and just roll around. Right?”
“Shall we hear the reason for interrupting the good times?”
Casper straightened his cone hat with a solemn expression and got up from the bed.
“What time is it, are you going to f*ck me for coming all the way here, Ewald?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know? What is that parchment? Retrieve Usbel What? Dispose?”
“Ah, are you talking about the demon king?”
Kasper nodded as he removed the tuft of hair from his face.
“It’s a request from the priesthood. There was also a request from the Magicians. It means to retrieve the demon king and reseal it.”
At once, Ewald’s mouth twisted ferociously.
“I made it clear that I would have it,” He said. Didn’t you understand?”
“… Hey Ewald. It’s not that simple. It’s a political thing. The magic group belongs to the empire, so it can be tolerated to some extent, but the priests group is not like that. Isn’t it a group that moves independently?”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“You don’t care, but the Empire is at war!”
Kasper, who put on his cone hat once again, had to sigh.
“Actually, the priests asked to kill the demon king. If that didn’t work, it was a request to seal it. The magic group also requested a seal. Do you know what I mean? Because of you bringing out the Demon King, the two groups are in a frenzy.”
“No! I can’t!”
“I also said that first.”
“Then what about the troop deployment?”
“… That’s politics.”
“Explain so I can understand.”
Kasper’s weary tone came out quietly.
“First of all, we stopped the Demon King’s recovery. Because you said you needed But the priesthood isn’t that easy. As for the Vilzburg Monastery, they put pressure on them to seal the demon king if they solve it first.”
“Hey, you are the emperor. Can’t you tell me to shut up?”
“… Then, if you withdraw the priests from the battlefield, you will be responsible for that?”
Ewald calculated quickly.
So, to put it simply…
He was against the priests’ release of the demon king and asked him to kill him. However, since the emperor said no, they brought up the Vilzburg Monastery and negotiated to kill the Demon King instead, since they would solve the monastery problem.
Cursing came out of nowhere.
“Then give me some time! If you say you’ll arrive at noon tomorrow, you’re just saying you’re going to kill Usbel!”
“What? Noon tomorrow?”
“Yes, man!”
Casper tilted his head.
“No way. Have I never been like that?”
“… What?”
“I only approved the use of the unit. What am I going to do with you? Even so, I know that you have a dog-like temper.”
Ewald’s face turned red.
“Hey, a centurion sent an official letter saying that they will be deployed tomorrow at noon!”
“… So quickly?”
“So I’m the f*ck up!”
Kasper paced around the bed with a thoughtful expression on his face for a moment.
“Hey, can’t you issue a retreat order or something?”
“By noon tomorrow?”
As if to say something that made sense, Kasper chuckled.
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“Don’t say things that don’t even work. Physically impossible At noon, the emperor won’t even arrive.”
“Haaa…”
After a long sigh, Ewald calmly opened his mouth.
“Let’s check again. So, the priests requested that they kill Usbel if they solve the Vilzburg Monastery first, right?”
“Exactly.”
“Did you say anything else?”
“Yeah… If you take care of things first, you won’t be able to mumble. That’s all the priests talked about. After all, they asked me to dispose of the demon lord if I solved the case ‘first’.”
“I’ll be thrilled. Should I take care of it first? Is that all? Anything else?”
“Yes. However…”
Kasper glanced out the window and checked the constellations. And somehow, with a smile on his face, he opened his mouth.
“About 13 hours left?”
A look of frustration crossed Ewald’s face.
And Kasper smiled.
“Ouch.”
“Don’t split the thread, you rotten bastard.”
“If it were me, I would leave at the time to curse. It’s quite far to the monastery.”
“Know. Goes.”
Ewald spun around. I really didn’t have time. However, Kasper’s sting, scratching Ewald’s nerves, flew into Ewald’s ear with a smile.
“Isn’t this all a problem because you brought out the Demon King? Then why bring out the well-behaved demon king?”
“Didn’t you hear?”
Ebalt eventually broke through the back of his door and slipped out of the Emperor’s bedchamber.
“I’m going to use it as a guide!”
* * *
“Marcus!”
After breaking through the bedroom door, Ewald started looking for Marcus. Marcus, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, sighed and kicked his tongue as soon as he noticed Balt entering.
“Doesn’t it look good?”
“How long does it take to get to the monastery?”
“About three days?”
Ewald rose from his seat. Without even time to surprise Marcus at the sudden action, Ewald shook Usbel’s shoulder, who was sleeping with his head on the bed.
“Hey, hey, man! It’s not the time to spread out and sleep! Wake up!”
hehehe, Father, help me.”
“Neisti!”
Pajijijijik!
“Kooooo!”
Usbel looked around with a bewildered face, screaming out of proportion to his cute appearance.
“To? To? Uncle? Why? Uh? Anything to eat?”
“Don’t be silly, wake up. Depart.”
“Have a good trip. Don’t die for nothing.”
“Oh, I really am! The Priesthood This group of crazy fanatics is making a rampage in the middle of the night. Didn’t you say it would take three days?”
“It’s a standard for marching speed.”
“Let’s go!”
Ewald ran towards the balcony, clutching the drowsy Usbel around her side. Usbel’s head swayed from side to side mercilessly.
“Oh, oh, save the demons! Oh, the demon king is dead!”
“Shut up!”
Jumping up to the balcony railing, Ewald kicked off the railing and threw himself into the air.
And Usbel’s scream continued for a long time.
“Ahh! aaa!”
* * *
“Fifth Tenth Personnel Check Completed.”
“Has the advance party departed?”
“First of all, only the guards were deployed.”
The centurion versus the white man nodded his head. He arrived a little later than the expected arrival time because the unit was not properly maintained due to the sudden dispatch order, but he wanted to avoid pushing the entire white corps into the monastery.
“All four entrances have been placed. We’ll report back as soon as the scouts are deployed.”
“No, just start scouting.”
“… All right.”
Sensing that the tenth commander’s tone was a bit strange, the centurion opened his mouth as he set down his tactical paper on his table.
“Are there any problems?”
“Centurion, is it really okay to send that guy to the reconnaissance team?”
“Who? Karossa?”
The tenth officer replied with an unreliable expression.
“Yes, that guy. No matter how you think about it, that doesn’t seem like much.”
“It’s scouting. Not even a battle What are you worried about? Besides, it’s not even a war zone. How long are you going to keep me out of the way?”
“… If so, I understand.”
“And your skills are outstanding. Can anyone in our hundred get ten knives against him?”
“… That’s right.”
“It will get better. Put it in first.”
The tens commander saluted and retreated in front of the centurion. As the centurion said, it is impossible to let ‘that guy’ go around, but the anxiety that bloomed in a corner of his heart did not easily disappear.