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Chapter 184 – Quickening of the Northern Continent (1)

The Northern continent… This was a fact which people living there weren't really aware of, but people from other kingdoms thought that the North was closed off and gave off a dreary feeling.

It had already been hundreds of years since the two powers, Andras and Meltor, were at war. This was an environment which couldn't be compared to the Central area, where many kingdoms coexisted, or to the ambiguous south. The citizens' sense of patriotism, as well as distance from other countries, had to be strong.

However, it wouldn't be a problem if the north was just closed off.

The problem was that one of the closed-off northern powers was the most magically advanced kingdom on the continent, Meltor.

They were the leading magical civilization of this age. The Central nations were sensitive to advanced culture and money, so they couldn't ignore Meltor. However, it was also difficult to join hands with the Andras Empire.

"This time, the situation will change," Meltor's current king, Kurt III, spoke while looking around at the crowd.

There were tower masters and senior magicians. There were also 12 people of the court, led by the minister of domestic affairs. Additionally, there were people who were influential in the city. Unlike the nobles of other kingdoms, the leading people of Meltor were gathered in Meltor's palace.

There was only one reason why this gathering occurred every year.

"Starting today at noon, this year's Magic Contest will begin."

It was a place where new theories and items developed over the past year could be shown; it was a paradise for magicians. The Magic Contest was an annual event held in the magic kingdom of Meltor.

While the contest was held, the checkpoints of the city would loosen and residents from other areas wouldn't hesitate to come here. This meant it would be a great event, but it was also a chance for spies from other countries to enter.

"Red Tower Master Veronica."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Veronica responded to the call. The red robe with a golden crest, the symbol of a tower master, fluttered because of her magic power even though there was no wind blowing inside the room.

"As always, the Red Tower is in charge of the capital's security. Thoroughly manage and punish any disturbances that occur in the city."

"As Your Majesty commands."

Kurt nodded and opened his mouth again, "White Tower Master Orta."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The one who stepped forward this time was the White Tower Master Orta, in his white robes and white mask. Orta waited politely for his instructions.

"What happened to the reconstruction of the previous surveillance network?"

"We consumed five times more manpower and materials, and managed to expand the sphere of influence to all of Mana-vil. The consumption of mana stones is great, but there shouldn't be any problems until after the Magic Contest ends."

"Good. Don't neglect to be my eyes and ears."

As mentioned earlier, the Magic Contest was an important annual event for Meltor and a good way to hide spies from other countries. In order to break through Mana-vil's surveillance system, Andras' Shadow Knights were dispatched, but it was human folly to fail many times.

According to one legend, the number of secret agents who died at Orta's hands had already exceeded three digits. This year, the song of the unlucky spies would continue.

"Blue Tower Master, what is the weather like today?"

"It will continue to be clear, Your Majesty. The clouds will thicken three days later, but there is no chance of rain."

"Are there any complaints about the water supply or anything else?"

"Either way, there is no problem."

The conversation with the king was quick and concise. The reason for this was that Kurt III placed more focus on efficiency rather than formalities. Kurt never talked to one person for too long. He didn't speak longer than one minute, and the shortest time was 10 seconds. It was enough to confirm the instructions.

Therefore, Theodore's turn was quick to arrive.

"Quattro's captain."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Theodore stepped forward and raised a hand to the chest of the unfamiliar uniform.

This was Quattro's first mission since the formation of the magic division, so William's and Sylvia's eyes shook lightly from behind Theodore. Only Para could be found showing no interest if someone watched her closely.

"I will place a slightly heavy burden on you and Quattro."

"Please tell me."

After hearing that it would be a heavy burden, they became slightly worried. Theodore could feel the two people behind him trembling as he listened to the king's voice.

"Quattro, please listen to me."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The remaining three people stepped forward and replied.

"You are to meet Elvenheim's delegation, who will arrive at noon today, and bring them to the palace. They are VIP guests of Meltor, so ensure that there are few disruptions when guiding them."

'Welcoming the Elvenheim delegation!'

Two people were confused at the unexpected command, one person didn't care, and another person was convinced by it. Understandably, the convinced person was Theodore. If he went to Elvenheim, he could meet directly with the senior elves and high elves, so he was the right person for this mission.

This was why Theodore raised his voice without any hesitation.

"On behalf of Quattro, we will do as Your Majesty commands!"

* * *

The four members of the magic division, Quattro, left the audience hall after receiving the order from Kurt. It was already almost noon, and they needed to prepare before meeting Elvenheim's delegation.

"It was at the north gate?"

"Yes," Sylvia answered instantly.

As they walked out of the palace toward the north gate, William didn't seem to like the muted atmosphere and approached Theodore.

"Excuse me, Captain," William said.

"Yes?���

"Have you and the princess been to Elvenheim once before?"

"Yes, we stayed for around two weeks."

A few days after arriving, Theodore had gotten embroiled in a battle against a legendary grimoire. Thinking about the awful burning pain from that time was enough to still make Theo shudder. While Theodore was engrossed in his bad memories, William didn't stop talking.

In retrospect, the next White Tower Master would've been a good candidate for the Elvenheim mission. However, he wasn't present.

Indeed, William complained while scratching his head, "Ah, I'm so envious! I wanted to go, but I was already on a mission. At that time, I really moved my feet to try and get there, but it was already solved."

"Was there some reason why you wanted to go?"

"…Captain probably doesn't know since you are popular, but all men dream of seeing elves once! Stupid normies!"

"N-Normies?" Was it a new magic term? Theodore was confused by the word which didn't make sense, when his robe was suddenly pulled. "Sylvia?"

"Don't worry too much. That guy is a little weird," Sylvia told Theodore.

William would've been hurt if he heard it, but he was busy imagining a beautiful elf. Turning away from William, who was laughing heavily, and Para, who was silent, Theodore and Sylvia started talking.

"Theo, who do you think will come?"

"Let's see…" Theodore thought for a moment before offering a plausible answer. "It is pretty important, so I think a guardian will come."

"Oh, the one who keeps calling Theo, 'Benefactor'?"

"Or maybe Ellaim might come. It might be a person we don't know, but it would be easier to send someone familiar. Maybe Sir Edwin will come?"

William suddenly interrupted the conversation, like he was interested in their words. "Guardian? What is that?"

"It is an expression referring to an elven warrior. The two we saw were both master level elementalists."

"Oh, that is awesome! Is there any chance a high elf will come?"

Theodore frowned in response to William's question. It wasn't because he felt uncomfortable, but because it was an unexpected possibility, albeit not impossible. However, the possibility wasn't high, so Theodore didn't hesitate to shake his head.

"They can come, but it is almost unheard of. High elves are the center and pillars of Elvenheim. They wouldn't appear just to announce an alliance."

"Is that so? I was looking forward to it…" William sighed with dissatisfaction but accepted Theodore's words.

Then around 30 minutes passed by. The four magicians exchanged words and eventually arrived at their destination.

The north gate of Mana-vil was an inconvenient area for guests to enter through, so the number of guards was low. However, common sense was broken today as there were a huge number of guards.

"Stop! Please stop and identify yourselves."

As the four people approached, a man dressed in armor stopped them politely. The strap hanging from the shoulder indicated he was the leader of the northern guards.

"I'm Theodore Miller, the captain of the magic division, Quattro."

"Ah! It is an honor to meet our country's hero!" The chief of the guards looked at him with a fierce joy and saluted.

In the meantime, Theodore's name value had gone up beyond his imagination. Theodore returned the guard captain's salute. "Did you receive the command?"

"Yes! I was ordered to follow the directions of Quattro and to help you with your mission."

"Then I'll ask for your cooperation, Captain."

"Of course! Whatever you say!"

Thanks to the enthusiastic guard captain and his subordinates, Theodore was able to arrange the area much quicker than expected.

The roadside stalls were put away, arranged for people to stay away from this street. It was impossible for the measures they were putting up to escape the public's eyes, but then it was Quattro's turn to act.

Para, who hadn't spoken a word the whole time, gave a command, "Build."

She took out a staff from somewhere and pounded it on the ground. However, the following phenomenon was really different.

Kukukukukung…!

The air vibrated. Then the ground sprang up suddenly and turned into a greyish white wall, creating a border around the northern gate. It wasn't simply a clump of soil. The hard materials in the soil were picked out and rebuilt to the desired shape and strength. It was alchemy at a much higher level, so the magicians were forced to feel admiration.

"A-Amazing."

"Umm."

"Ohh…! That's great, Yellow Tower Kid! You are still a little young, but this is no wonder why you are the candidate for the tower master!"

For the alchemist's grimoire, Paragranum, this level of alchemy wasn't difficult at all. Para ignored William, turning away from his loud voice. She might be cooperating with Theodore, but she had no interest in the Magic Contest or Elvenheim.

However, at that moment…

"Hey, why are you ignoring me… Eh? What is this?" William was grumbling at Paragranum's blatant disregard when he suddenly asked a question.

"Hmm?" He asked as if he was talking to someone, then turned to Theodore and said, "Captain, they are almost here."

"Oh, did the White Tower contact you?"

"Yes. It is a sound like an arrow, but you won't be able to hear it if you don't know how to listen. I'll tell you how at a later time, so let's talk about the message first." William spoke like he didn't know himself. "Is there no need to open the gates?"

"Huh? What are you saying?"

"I don't know. Is there another entrance besides the gate?"

"That's impossible. Besides, tha-" Theodore firmly shook his head when he stopped as he felt a sense of discomfort.

A few days ago, something about the walls had changed. Theo didn't know what had changed, but his senses warned him that something had. He looked around at the wall and gate, and soon realized the reason.

'The sky barrier… It's turned off?"

In the present era, there were several sword masters who jumped tens of meters in one step, as well as magicians who knew how to use flying magic. Before them, the walls were nothing more than worthless structures.

Thus, the walls of the large cities in Meltor, including Mana-vil, were equipped with ambush magic to deal with enemy infiltration. However, the magic tricks on Mana-vil's wall were currently turned off. No, strangely enough, it was only the magic near the north gate which was broken.

"Perhaps…" Theodore recognized the meaning and opened his mouth.

His blue eyes looked up at the sky. He realized that something was approaching in the sky filled with thick clouds, then the sun revealed its appearance.

It didn't take long for the members of the division to recognize their captain's abnormal behavior, and they looked in the same direction. Theodore was unable to see the details even while using Hawkeye, but the homunculus' eyesight exceeded that of humans and she grasped 'it.'

"Eh, a lotus?" As Para mumbled, the object expanded. No, it didn't expand but came closer. It blinked a few times and crossed a few kilometers every time. The faces of those who saw the unrealistic scene were staring blankly like fools.

Like Paragranum said, it was a lotus. It was large enough to be compared to a house, and the bud which hadn't bloomed yet flew through the sky.

"I-I-It is descending?"

"Yes, it is descending."

Theodore responded to the stuttering William as he waited for the large lotus flower to come down. Despite its size, the lotus landed quietly like it had no weight at all. There was no sound either.

No one opened their mouths. No one could speak. Everyone, including Quattro, watched silently as the large petals slowly opened up.

Finally, the lotus bloomed. Then an elf emerged amidst the petals. He found Theodore in the front and cried out, "It has been a long time, Benefactor!"

It was as Theo had half-expected. He smiled and exchanged greetings with Edwin, "Yes, it is nice to see you, Sir Edwin."

This was a shocking sight, but he calmed down after seeing a familiar face. Yes, the first person he saw was Edwin.

"Um, I've heard a lot of stories, Theodore." Ellaim, the guardian of the Great Forest who had struggled against the 2nd stage Laevateinn, appeared behind Edwin.

"…Sir Ellaim?" Theodore greeted Ellaim with a stunned expression.

There were two guardians? It was a sign that Elvenheim considered the alliance important, but this was still too much. Theodore looked at them and said, "Uhh, I didn't know that two guardians would come."

However, the two guardians looked at each other before Edwin shrugged and replied, "I'm sorry, but the two of us are just escorts."

"Huh?" For a moment, Theodore's mind blanked.

There was only one type of person who would need to be escorted by two guardians: the managers of the world tree, the Arv's descendant. They were the ones who could summon the elemental rulers in the Great Forest.

It was the high elves. They were the blessings of life which caused buds to bloom on dead land, as well as produce fruits from withered crops.

"…My greeting is late." A loud voice rang out from among the petals, and the surrounding people all paid attention to it.

Just like quenching a dry throat with cool water, the refreshing voice moistened their ears. Then the owner of the voice walked out from the petals.

She had light green hair which appeared akin to fresh vegetation. Her unfocused eyes gave her a mysterious atmosphere, while her white outfit revealed her simple yet feminine curves. Slender arms were revealed, as well as a curve to her chest which hadn't been there before and a softly curved waist which hadn't been seen before.

"How have you been?" Her gentle smile was like warm sunshine.

Theodore could barely speak her name, "…Ellenoa?"

"Yes, Theodore," Ellenoa, who had become a full-fledged woman, smiled beautifully as she happily spoke his name.

Chapter 185 – Quickening of the Northern Continent (2)

Theodore's mind was still blank. The unreal beauty was similar, but it was very different from when she had been standing at the border between a male and female. If the previous Ellenoa seemed like a fresh leaf, the Ellenoa before him now was a blossoming flower. The acacia scent which tickled his nose seemed to be her body odor.

Despite facing a national VIP, Theodore couldn't open his mouth.

No, Theodore wasn't the only one. All the people around Ellenoa held their breaths, regardless of what sex they were. She had a beauty that gave off a sharp vitality. Her face shone like soft sunshine and naturally attracted the attention of the crowd.

If Paragranum hadn't poked him, Theodore would've continued staring blankly at Ellenoa.

"Ah! It is great to see you after a long time, Ellenoa. I didn't know that you would be coming here," Theodore greeted hurriedly.

"Huhu, I didn't expect Theodore to come and meet me." Ellenoa smiled gently at his embarrassed greeting.

Theodore didn't know why but there seemed to be something behind her smile. He couldn't stop his eyes from moving up and down. Softly curved lips, the white teeth between them, and the slender fingers near her lips… It wasn't just the curves of the body which had changed. There was also femininity in her behavior.

This was also true for her gaze which stared straight at him. Her eyes were filled with solid trust and goodwill, which could make the recipient feel troubled.

Theodore barely managed to escape her gaze as he spoke to Ellenoa and the other envoys, "…Then we will move from here. Please tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable."

"Of course, Benefactor! Please look after us."

"I will gratefully accept this favour."

The two guardians bowed and naturally stepped behind Ellenoa. If their purpose was to escort her, they would stand on the left and right. However, Theodore didn't know the meaning of their current positions.

'Why are both of them standing in the rear?'

It was as if they were obstructions…

While he thought about it, Ellenoa's face flushed red as she approached Theodore's side. She was acting nervously like an adolescent girl. Her white fingers moved awkwardly before she took a deep breath and held out her right hand. It was a motion like she wanted to shake hands, but the meaning was different.

"Please look after me, Theodore."

"Ah, yes."

It was an act of courage for Ellenoa, but Theodore grabbed her hand without much thought. This was before Ellenoa could prepare her mind. "Ah…!"

Her palm, which had been made smaller by her feminization, was lightly caught in Theodore's hands. She felt a rough texture and heat. Ellenoa felt the warmth being transmitted from her palm to the tip of her head. It might be different with another man, but Theodore was special. Ellenoa's white face flushed completely red.

Theodore saw it and urgently pulled his hand back. "Ellenoa? Are you in pain somewhere?"

"Ah, it is nothing. I'm okay."

"Your face is red…"

"T-This isn't because I'm in pain…!" Ellenoa couldn't say it was because he held her hand tightly, so she closed her mouth. However, Theodore nodded and didn't ask any more. He thought she was burdened by the trip from Elvenheim in the heart of the Great Forest to Meltor.

So, he said, "I understand. My thinking was too short-sighted. I will move as quickly as possible so that Ellenoa can rest."

"Yes, yes?"

Theodore turned away from Ellenoa and commanded, "Quattro and the guards! Open the path!"

He was a Prime magician who would become the next tower master, as well as an honorary marquis. Additionally, Theodore was the hero of the kingdom, so no one here could disobey his command.

At Theodore's shout, the guards, William, and the others recovered from Ellenoa's dreamy beauty and began moving. They were truly the elites of Mana-vil.

"Open the path! The direction is the royal palace!"

"Clear the road as quickly as possible!"

"This is the command given by Sir Theodore!"

Spectators gathered again, but Para used the perfect timing to unfold her architectural magic again.

"Create Wall."

This was simple 2nd Circle magic which created an impenetrable wall. However, the magic was different from normal standards when coming from Paragranum. The range of the magic was from the north gate to the entrance of the palace. It was 3 meters in height, 0.5 meters in thickness, and made of granite. If she invested a bit more time and magic power, she could even build a wall for a small or medium-sized manor.

Kukukung…!

The walls stretched out on the right and left, blocking the gazes of the spectators and forming a clear path. It was a calculation ability which took into account the two guardians, Ellenoa and Quattro.

While the guardians admired the feat, Theodore looked at Ellenoa again. "We will head to the royal palace now. His Majesty doesn't like any unnecessary formalities, so Ellenoa can rest soon."

"T-Thank you…"

"It is nothing. Then let's go."

Ellenoa unintentionally deceived him about her condition and followed behind him with a small smile. Theodore's hands helped her into the carriage. While doing so, Theodore could feel Ellenoa's hand shaking finely in his.

'…What?' Theodore was puzzled.

Where was this ticklish feeling at his neck and wrists coming from? However, he didn't notice until he got into the carriage with Ellenoa. Sylvia had been watching their encounter with deep and cool eyes since the beginning.

* * *

"I sincerely welcome you to Meltor, Forest Neighbours! I hope you will have a comfortable stay." Kurt III raised his body from his throne as he spoke, revealing his passion.

Like Theodore, he had predicted the arrival of the guardians. However, a high elf, the pillar of Elvenheim, visiting Meltor personally…?

This was clear proof that Elvenheim had accepted the alliance with Meltor and was willing to join them against Andras. The people present had pleased smiles on their faces because they thought the same thing as Kurt.

However, that wasn't the only reason for their excitement.

'She has become more beautiful after changing to a woman. Are all high elves like her?'

It was inevitable that Kurt III's eyes would be drawn to Ellenoa. The unfamiliar beauty was no different from the last time he had seen her, but her charm was incomparable. According to Theodore's report, Ellenoa had been neutral a year ago. So, what had caused this feminization?

Kurt's eyes narrowed for a moment at the thought. He thought the flush on her face was because of the attention, but what if it wasn't? What if her face changed due to the person who accompanied her on the carriage?

Then it wasn't a matter of the staring eyes. Kurt hid his wily grin and pretended not to know anything.

"Lady Ellenoa."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You must be tired from coming a long way, so why don't we start the discussion tomorrow? I have organized a place where you can relax."

"Your Majesty, thank you for your concern."

As the dialogue flowed like water, he struck. "Additionally, you will be accompanied by Quattro when out in Mana-vil. Are you uncomfortable with that?"

"Quattro, do you mean…"

"I mean Sir Theodore's division, who brought you here."

At that moment, Ellenoa's eyes returned to Theodore. She stared at his side profile and briefly bit her lips. Kurt III was closely watching her reaction, so he didn't miss it. It was only slight, but it was clear that Ellenoa favored Theodore.

Unsurprisingly, she accepted the plan. "I am happy to follow Your Majesty's will, but what does Benefactor think?"

"I see. What does Sir Theodore think?"

"I will gladly accompany Ellenoa."

"Ah…"

When Theodore replied without hesitation, a small smile appeared on Ellenoa's face. No matter how many years she had lived, she had only recently become a woman. Only Kurt knew all the circumstances, and this made him smile.

A key figure in the alliance and the kingdom's hero… Wasn't this relationship a combination of politics and other factors? It was sufficient to use a slight deception. A young man with a strong heart and a girl blooming like a flower… It was obvious that a fire would light up if given a slight chance.

After that, the conversation quickly ended. Ellenoa and the two guardians were guided to their residence. Only Theodore remained in the room.

"Well done, Quattro's captain. It is more than my expectations."

"You're overpraising me, Your Highness."

"No, if it wasn't for you, this situation wouldn't have happened. Then I have one more request." Kurt fiddled with the armrest and spoke to Theodore whose head was bowed, "This evening, there will be a banquet announcing the alliance with Elvenheim. I would like you to recommend the delegates, including Ellenoa, to participate in the ball."

"This is politics."

"That's right. It may be hard for the guests who came from a distant place, but we have to make the most of this opportunity. I want them to enjoy the banquet as much as possible." Then Kurt III's voice rose as he ordered Theodore, "You will escort Ellenoa to the banquet. I hope you don't refuse. Take care of her so that she has a good time in Meltor."

"As Your Majesty commands!"

"Oh, I also have a present for you."

"...?" Theodore looked puzzled.

Kurt pointed outside the room and whispered with a smile, "Do you remember the fact that I gave your father, Earl Dennis, an estate near Mana-vil?"

"Yes, I am thankful for Your Majesty's generosity."

"I wasn't aiming for your thanks. I know you have been busy and haven't been able to go home. So, I sent an invitation and carriage so that your family can attend tonight���s banquet. They arrived an hour ago and are waiting for you."

Theodore's eyes widened at the words. As Kurt said, Theodore had been busy. In fact, Theodore hadn't simply been busy. He had gone on a long journey and struggled with a sword master. Wasn't it natural to think about his home while experiencing homesickness for Meltor? The faces of his mother, father, and little brother entered his mind.

Theodore was touched by the king's meticulous care and remained silent. He wanted to speak words of appreciation but was worried an unpleasant sound would be released if he opened his mouth.

Kurt III rose from the throne like he sensed Theodore's mood. Then he said, "Please go back now. I still have a lot of work to do, and there is nothing left to tell you. Understood?"

"…Yes, Your Majesty," Theodore replied in a heavily subdued voice and exited the room at a faster pace than usual.

His father, mother, and brother…

His brother was still young, so he might not be present. However, it was sufficient to see the faces of his parents. There was only one place where people would be waiting in Meltor's palace.

Theodore was accustomed to the layout, so he didn't get lost on the way to the waiting room.

Voices could be heard from beyond the door. As Theodore heard his father's low-pitched voice and his mother's cheerful voice mixed with several others, Theodore unconsciously opened the door.

Clink. The door opened with only a slight noise as it was well oiled. The faces of his parents he hadn't seen for ages, the sight which Theodore looked forward to…

"Eh? You came sooner than I expected, Kid."

"Theo, you came!"

Red and silver… The two beauties with different shades of hair color were chatting with his parents.

Chapter 186 – Quickening of the Northern Continent (3)

Veronica and Sylvia…

Theodore's mind went blank at the unexpected appearance of the two women. He didn't know why they were here chatting with his family.

No, he could understand if it was Sylvia, who had met his family before. The Miller family had no connections with a place like the royal palace, so they would feel comfortable in their own way with people they knew.

'Then why is Tower Master…?'

However, Veronica was different. She was the leader of the Red Tower, responsible for the kingdom's fighting power. Although the nobles were weak, they were above everyone except for the tower masters. Yet even the dukes didn't dare raise their voices in front of Veronica.

Despite this, she was chatting calmly with the Miller family, who had been lived in the countryside until not long ago.

However, Theodore's thoughts on this matter didn't last much longer.

"Let me hug you once, my son!" His mother saw him and hurried to embrace him. Fortunately, she was doing better than before, so the strength of her arms and body had increased. Still, why did she seem tiny compared to three years ago?

Theodore held his mother quietly and smiled inwardly as he realized why.

'No, it is me who has changed a lot since the old days.'

It had already been three years since he'd met his parents at the Miller Barony. Since then, Theodore had gone through many things. That included acquiring 'Battle Song,' which made him taller and increased his physical abilities.

In these few years, he had grown big enough to look down at the top of his mother's head. There had once been a time when Theodore couldn't even make eye contact with her. However, he was no longer that boy who was always alone.

Theodore's father, now Earl Miller, watched the emotional reunion and said, "It really has been a while, Theo."

"I'm sorry I haven't visited more often."

"Uh, don't apologize. In this world, what parent would hold onto the ankles of their child? It is also thanks to you that we can enjoy all the luxuries of the royal palace."

"Pfft." Theodore couldn't help laughing at Dennis' words. It was funny that his father, who always wore shabby clothes, now had a gorgeous robe covering his pudgy belly. His mother scolded his father sharply, but Dennis was still happy.

Subsequently, the atmosphere of the room became lighter. Theodore forgot his usual solemn expression, while Sylvia and Veronica couldn't help smiling softly at the family's affectionate feelings.

It was a side of Theodore which other people didn't know well. The satisfaction of seeing this scene decreased the two women's hostility toward each other.

"Ah, and Theo. There is one person who really wanted to see you again."

"Huh?"

After his mother finished scolding Dennis, she turned back to speak to Theodore. It had been three years since she could meet her son. She was proud that Theodore played a big role in the kingdom, but as his parents, she and Dennis couldn't help feeling a bit lonely. So, they came to Mana-vil and prepared a proper family reunion.

The person who wanted to see Theodore again was his younger brother, who had turned six this year.

"B-Brother," a nervous voice rang out from behind the sofa where Veronica and Sylvia were sitting.

'Ah.' Why was it that the moment Theodore heard the voice, an unknown emotion filled his chest…?

The presence of Veronica and Sylvia had blocked his senses, making this a surprise. A young boy walked out from between the red and blue robes. He had the same black hair and blue eyes as Theodore.

Leonardo Miller, the spitting image of Theodore as a child, looked up at his brother with a wide-eyed gaze.

"…Leo?" Theodore called out.

"Yes, Brother Theo."

"You have become bigger."

It was awkward. Theodore had only seen his little brother once when Leo had been at the age of three. Then he hadn't seen Leo again for three years. Leo was just a child, so there would be no surprise if he didn't remember Theodore.

However, Leonardo knew. He knew that the person in the gorgeous outfit before him was his older brother.

"Brother!"

"Uh, don't tackle me all of a sudden. It hurts."

"Yes!"

Leo had heard a lot of stories. His brother who saved a beautiful elf, his brother who bravely defended their home, his brother who gained many merits… In Leonardo's mind, Theodore was already a hero in a storyFbook.

The boy had a thought as he dug into Theodore's arms. Theodore was his brother who was followed by beautiful women!

The sisters here were so beautiful that the women from Leo's village were like pumpkins compared to them. Leonardo's thoughts were still childish, but in some ways, it was an amazingly precise interpretation of the situation. Had he been born with a brain like Theodore's?

Then Leonardo suddenly recalled the story about the banquet.

"Brother."

"Huh?"

"Isn't there a big party tonight?"

The word banquet was more suitable, but Leo was still six years old. Theodore smiled at Leo and nodded. That said, Leonardo had a good brain for a six-year-old. He was able to formulate a question based on what he'd heard from his parents while coming to the capital and from what he'd seen in the storybooks.

"Which sister are you bringing with you?" Leo's innocent question shattered the unspoken armistice between the two beauties.

"…What?" Theodore uttered.

"I saw it in a book. A man and woman will go to a big party together and dance. So, I thought that you would go with one of these pretty sisters…"

'No?' Leo just shook his head with an innocent expression.

This was truly a surprise! Theodore started sweating nervously as he faced the cliff before him. He knew it was a question without malice, but it was fatal in this situation. Unsurprisingly, someone else spoke before Theodore could reply.

"Yes, Kid, who is your partner?"

"T-Towe…"

"Just call me, 'Becky'. I introduced myself as your senior because I didn't want them to be uncomfortable."

'Ah,' Theodore realized. Veronica hadn't revealed her identity. Therefore, the Miller family were able to talk to her with a relaxed atmosphere. They would've been stiff if they'd known that she was the Red Tower Master.

Veronica naturally grasped his left arm and whispered into his ear, "Yes, who will be your partner?"

"That…"

"You aren't going to kick me away, are you? Yes?" Her hot breath and low voice tickled his ears, making him feel dizzy.

The similar heat coming from his left arm made him feel like he was melting. At that time, something cool wrapped around his right arm.

"No matter how rushed you feel, you shouldn't cause him pain. Right Be-cky?" Sylvia dragged out Veronica's nickname as she glared at her opponent.

Then she whispered in Theo's ears, "Come with me, Theo. You shouldn't go with a middle-aged woman like that."

"M-Middle-aged…?" Veronica's eyebrows twitched, but she soon recovered and launched a counterattack. "Hrnn, can you speak so proudly when you haven't even grown up yet? This kid prefers women like me."

"N-Not grown up…?" Sylvia gaped.

Veronica flapped her robe, revealing her sensual body. The clothing couldn't hide how voluptuous she was. Then Sylvia looked down at herself, but she couldn't see her natural beauty. However, she didn't know yet. She wouldn't know what Theodore's taste was unless he said it himself.

The two women reached the same conclusion and focused on Theodore.

"Theo, who is it?"

Theodore gulped and took a deep breath, feeling more tension than when he faced the empire's Seven Swords.

Of course, he would be happy with either of the women before him. However, he currently wasn't free to choose a partner. Kurt III had directly asked him to escort Ellenoa, and he couldn't ignore Ellenoa who had come to the distant Meltor.

"I'm sorry." With that apology, Theodore refused both of them. "His Majesty has asked me to be Ellenoa's partner. I don't have a choice for this banquet."

"Yes…"

"Hah…?"

Sylvia was devastated, while Veronica thought it was ridiculous. The two women had different types of beauty, and even their actions were the opposite of each other.

"…Yes, I'm sorry to ask something unreasonable."

"It is nothing. I was glad to hear Tow- no, Becky's suggestion."

"Thank you for those words. Then I will go talk to him."

"Yes… Huh?"

'Talk to who?' Theodore was unable to object and stayed silent until Veronica left the room. He could guess, but would she really do that?

"Oh…" Meanwhile, Sylvia squatted on her chair.

"Oh, my. Don't be so upset."

"But Mother…"

"Our Theo has been popular since the old days. Even back home, Julia next door.."

Theodore could hear it all. As his mother's words soothed the crestfallen Sylvia, Theodore gazed at Leonardo like he had committed a big sin. There was no malice, but Leo was the one who had created this mess.

However, his brother was still looking at Theodore with a bright expression, unaware of what he had done.

"Hah…" Theodore was exhausted before the banquet had even begun.

* * *

Seven hours later, the entrance of Meltor's palace was wide open. The nobles, magicians, and foreign dignitaries let out sounds of admiration as they crossed the threshold.

"Ohh…! So, this is Meltor's royal palace!"

"From the pillars to the stairs and fountains, they are all magical products. I'm afraid to look away from anything."

"It is a pity that I can only come once a year!"

It was as they said. In keeping with the title of Meltor the magic kingdom, the interior of the palace was covered with artifacts. There were living armor meant as alert devices to catch unauthorized intruders, as well as fountains to control the ambient temperature.

Most of the foreign guests were from the Central area, so they never enjoyed the use of such advanced artifacts.

In fact, the bleak North felt like another world.

The guests walked a few more steps while salivating with greed, and they soon arrived at today's ballroom.

There were so many guests that a temporary banquet hall had been made in the spacious front yard. The yellow tower magicians had used their architectural skills and had been able to complete it in one and a half days.

"T-This big building is just the temporary banquet hall?" Dennis had been in the capital for less than a month, so he couldn't hide the tremble in his voice.

A building which should've taken a year to construct was right before his eyes. What about the royal motifs and symbol of the magic towers carved on the walls? Even if a dozen skills sculptors were called, it would take at least a month.

For those who weren't accustomed to magic like Dennis, magic events of this magnitude were considered miracles.

Thus, Vince's words surprised him.

"Yes, that's right. It seems that the Yellow Tower has been working hard during the past few days. Usually, the construction of a national building like this would take a few weeks or months."

"Magic is truly great. Thanks to Professor, I've broadened my insights."

"You're overpraising me, Earl."

As Theodore's master and a Prime rank magician, Vince Haidel had volunteered to guide the Miller family. He had been planning to participate in the banquet anyway, and this task wasn't too hard when it was the family of his disciple.

"We are lucky to be with Theodore's master. Hahaha!"

"It is nothing. He is my student after all."

"Thank you, Professor."

The attitudes of the Miller family, who didn't act like they were earls or senior nobles, was refreshing. Vince smiled softly as he saw where Theodore's upright nature had come from.

After sharing a few words, the lighting of the banquet hall turned off, and darkness fell upon them. Then a beam of light shone on the podium. A pair of purple eyes gleamed in the darkness, as Kurt III, king of Meltor, stood there.

"Fill the cups." Without speaking a single word of greeting, Kurt held up his cup and gave an order. For some reason, his voice sounded worse than usual, but it added a sense of weight.

This was a charisma which didn't allow anyone to sneer. The participants of the banquet all took a cup from the tables. Then for a moment, the banquet hall was just filled with the sound of drinks being poured into cups.

Kurt waited until the last person was done before continuing.

"Today is a good day," he said.

Why was it a good day? Hundreds of eyes filled with this question as they followed Kurt's gestures.

"Is it because today is the day that the Magic Contest begins? No, that is wrong."

Their speculation was denied, and confusion appeared in the eyes of some people.

"Is it because we are enjoying good drinks, food, and song? Wrong."

Kurt III completely dominated the atmosphere in the ballroom. No one could move their eyes from him or stop listening to his voice. A monarch required the ability to lead, and Kurt had been born as a monarch.

"Then why is today a good day?"

No one answered. He didn't want them to answer. The magic kingdom had been fighting with the sword empire for half a century. So, Kurt III's presence wasn't something that the nobles of the Central continent could go against.

Finally, Kurt III raised his cup and said, "Everyone might've heard about this. The story of the high elves who enrich the world and the hero of Meltor who rescued them!"

Someone nodded. Someone else looked down. Another person sighed. Someone's eyebrows twitched. Every person reacted differently, but there was no one here who didn't know the story. There were those who thought it was propaganda for Meltor, while others thought it was true but exaggerated.

Kurt III's charisma embraced the crowd, and the banquet hall started to heat up.

"Please bless us! Please be glad! Don't hesitate to raise the first toast to their beautiful reunion!"

Suddenly, the number of lights increased. The direction of the light was aimed to the left of the podium, and all eyes naturally shifted to that point.

…Once again, the world was silent.

No one could make a sound at the wonderful sight. Their lips parted, but no sound was made. Their eyes widened to the limit as they tried to engrave the miraculous sight before them into their minds.

The reactions of all those who saw Ellenoa were the same. The lighting illuminated her beautiful face, which had no makeup, displaying a beauty that was out of this world.

'Remarkable… Well, I can understand their reactions.' Theodore, who was forgotten by everyone, stared in amazement at Ellenoa's profile in front of him.

With eyelashes which looked like dew would form on them, skin that seemed like sunlight would bounce off it, and hair which was like a fresh leaf… Wasn't she a goddess of the forest which some ethnic minority served?

Theodore and Ellenoa were holding hands but it seemed like she could disappear somewhere. Theodore unconsciously opened his mouth and said, "Ellenoa."

"Yes, Theodore." She didn't look back but smiled kindly as she answered him.

"If you don't mind, I would like to ask you one thing."

"Yes, you can ask me anything."

"…Have you found a companion?"

He had previously heard it from Ellenoa's mouth. A high elf could decide to become a woman or a man, depending on the sex of their companion. The last time he saw her, she had definitely been neutral still.

However, Theodore remembered. Ellenoa's hands had felt thinner when they stood on the world tree.

…What if he wasn't mistaken?

"Yes." Ellenoa's answer was clear. She was already a woman.

He had another question after the answer. No, Theodore already knew-

"He is right in front of me."

Turning away from the crowd, Ellenoa's eyes shone brightly as she faced Theodore.

Chapter 187 – Quickening of the Northern Continent (4)

Kung.

He might be mistaken, but at that moment, Theodore heard his own heart falling. Ellenoa's eyes flashed with affection as she confessed to him. No matter how insensitive he was, he simply couldn't not understand this situation.

His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would pop out of his ribs.

Theodore forgot to breathe as he looked at her.

'Ellenoa, me?'

It would be a lie if he said that he hadn't expected it. In retrospect, there were many reasons why Ellenoa would like him.

He hadn't stepped back when fighting against one of the Seven Sins, 'Pride.' She'd been able to tell how scary it was, despite having no experience with combat. Ellenoa wouldn't have spoken a word of resentment if he had abandoned her on the spot.

However, Theodore had fought against that nightmare-like monster.

Ellenoa hadn't seen all of it. As soon as the battle began, she'd been blown away to a safe place by Theodore's magic and only joined the scene later with Veronica. When Ellenoa saw the fight in the vacant lot, she had felt more desperate than ever before.

Theodore's scarred back had been revealed between his torn clothes. He had gritted his teeth and endured the terrible pain. The one soaked in his own blood, her hero…

Theodore had been far from being the winner, and he'd frowned with a serious expression.

The boy who had been injured and covered in blood…

Why? As she held onto the bloody body, Ellenoa had thought he was lovely. He'd jumped into a fight which couldn't be won, just to protect her.

[From that day onwards…]

It had continued since then.

[I have been longing for you.]

Theodore heard Ellenoa's sincere voice. However, it wasn't a sound spoke aloud. She spoke through the connection which had formed between them during Mitra's awakening in the past. This was a type of telepathy. It showed Ellenoa's strong heart and soul.

'…Honestly, I'm glad.' Theodore accepted it honestly. He was glad about her confession.

The fact that someone like Ellenoa loved him, regardless of his surname. She was so cute that he wanted to pull her into his arms. Wouldn't it be good if it was her? Apart from the story of their nations' interests, what would it be like if he lived together with Ellenoa?

"I…" The moment that Theodore was about to impulsively reply…

Shh. Ellenoa shook her head slightly while placing a finger to her lips.

[Please don't be in a hurry.]

Her clear eyes had already noticed the worries inside Theodore. She saw the responsibility and burdens he carried, and even his affection for her.

As she inwardly rejoiced over this fact, Ellenoa spoke in a calm voice, [It was my own choice to become a woman. I don't want Theodore to feel burdened or responsible. If you want to be with me just because of those feelings, I will refuse from my side.]

"That…"

Those were words which he couldn't decisively deny. Theodore closed his mouth while Ellenoa smiled gently.

[One day, if you have decided to accept me, please tell me in a place where we are alone. I don't want to decide my marriage in a place like this.]

"Ah." Theodore swallowed hard as he remembered the presence of the crowd.

They were engrossed in Ellenoa's appearance, but it wouldn't be strange if they protested how long this exchange was lasting. Theo didn't know why, but Kurt III was watching them with strange eyes and didn't show any signs of urging them on. Thus, Theodore walked out a few beats later than Ellenoa. This wasn't the time to share personal stories.

So, Theodore calmed his heart as he gazed at Ellenoa shining under the lights. Despite her words about responsibilities or burdens, he couldn't help unconsciously sketching out his life with her in his mind.

* * *

On the other hand, a beauty leaned against a table and muttered a complaint while holding her cup, "Ah, this is hard. It is bigger than I thou-"

It was Red Tower Master Veronica. Due to her notoriety in the North and Central areas of the continent, there wasn't a single person at her table. It wouldn't be beneficial if they said the wrong thing to her and suffered massive damage.

That said, there was one other person present at her table today. With silver hair and blue robes, it was Sylvia who had the nickname of Princess of the Blue Tower. Sylvia didn't understand Veronica's words and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You don't understand? It means we have both fallen behind," Veronica replied casually as she filled her cup again.

However, the question in Sylvia's eyes didn't disappear, so Veronica explained with a grumble, "Do you know about the gender of high elves?"

"Yes, it depends on their decision."

"No, it isn't that simple. The pureblood Arv can change their gender at will, but the high elves are different. A decision on their gender is a promise of a lifetime. It is worse because she changed before hearing the other person's answer." Feeling irritated, Veronica stopped speaking and drank from the glass.

The high elves were just fragments of the Arv.

Due to that reason, unlike the Arv who could switch their gender as desired, the high elves were unable to change once they decided on their gender. In other words, after deciding to be female, they couldn't return to a neutral or decide on a male form if the other person didn't accept their hearts.

Most people would sympathize, but not Veronica.

"She is cunning." Veronica put down her empty cup. "As you know, the kid is someone with a heavy sense of responsibility. He won't back down or give up, even if it is difficult. Someone suffering because of him, he won't forget it. Isn't that right?"

"…Yes, definitely."

"Well, that is his charm, but… will the kid be able to easily refuse the high elf's courtship?"

'No.' Cold air flowed from Sylvia's body as she thought of this answer. It was only for a moment, but it pushed away Veronica's warm heat around the table.

Sylvia was someone with one of the best innate talents in the world, as well as a genius scheduled to become the next tower master. If Veronica hadn't been here, the bottles at the surrounding tables would've frozen over. The two remained silent as they watched Theodore and Ellenoa for a while.

It was Sylvia who broke the unpleasant silence first. "Then Tower Master, will you step back?"

"No way." Veronica's eyes sparkled at the provocative remark. "I can't do anything today, but I am going to move strategically. This is a saying. If you want to hold onto something for a long time, you should obtain support?"

"You mean…"

"It seems like we have the same idea."

The gazes of the two beauties moved from the podium toward Dennis Miller, who was applauding his son's splendid appearance. Since Kurt III had assigned Theodore as Ellenoa's personal partner, there was nothing the two beauties could do. They thought hard and got up from their seats.

As they walked in the same direction, Sylvia whispered, "Will this really help? It looks pretty difficult."

"Huh?" Veronica turned her head and looked at the crowd in the center. The crowd was swarming Ellenoa and Theodore. Veronica's eyebrows twitched as she saw it, but then shrugged her shoulders. "It isn't to the extent that will give us trouble. Isn't that right?"

"…I don't agree. This alone might not help."

"Kik, okay. Let me ask you something? Then what now?"

Fire and ice, the two contrasting colors and atmospheres walked shoulder-to-shoulder. The crowd parted as the two beauties headed toward the table where the Miller family were seated.

Meltor Palace's banquet had just begun.

* * *

At that time, Mana-vil's checkpoints were in full swing because of the crowds of people. Despite the reduced number of shifts, the fatigue continued to accumulate. However, the guards kept their eyes open with the physical strength they had trained from day one.

One of the guards questioned a visitor, "Did you come from Austen?"

"Yes."

"What is your objective in Mana-vil?"

"The drought is getting worse these days… I came to look for water artifacts."

"Ah, it is like that."

The great drought of Austen was a known disaster in the north. The nightmare of the whole kingdom drying up was called the anger of the desert god. In fact, when the guard saw that the visitor's skin was dried up in different areas, he pitied the visitor.

"If you look at the stores in the east, you might find what you are looking for. The artifact stores in the center are expensive, and they don't sell daily necessities."

"Ohh…! I really appreciate it."

"It isn't a big deal. Then you can pass."

The visitor from Austen thanked the guard and entered the capital with a wobbly gait. The guard watched his back view, but fortunately, the visitor didn't fall. Briefly, the guard mourned for the Austen people suffering from the drought, then he forgot about the Austen visitor.

There were too many things for one person to remember. However, the visitor was a little unusual. He walked through Mava-vil's front entrance, headed into an alley, and stripped off his loose robes.

"…This place should be fine. I will turn off the ability," a voice spoke.

Then three more people appeared around the visitors. No, they were originally there. The visitor's ability simply hid their existence. It was Aura Ability, a miracle which even surpassed magic in certain areas. Being able to use it meant that one of the visitors was a sword master.

"Fortunately, we managed to enter. The famous checkpoints of Mana-vil are nothing before Captain's ability."

"No, that isn't it." The sword master called 'Captain' shook his head.

"We didn't go unnoticed because of that. If it hadn't been for the Magic Contest, it would've been a lot harder. This is truly the kingdom that can compete with the Andras Empire."

The sword master was a master of illusion, but he recalled that awful feeling he'd felt when he passed into Mana-vil. There was a scary magic which filled the air, as well as runes written on the walls and gates.

The method of deceiving the checkpoint without using any trickery was effective. If he'd tried to cross the walls, he would certainly have become a victim. As the atmosphere became tense, someone opened their mouth, "T-Then how will we move from now on? If we move around the city, we might be discovered."

"Find the high elf."

At the captain's decisive answer, his subordinate murmured, "Really?"

"We definitely snuck into Mana-vil and did some bad things before, but we just have to beg for mercy before negotiating with Meltor."

"Captain, begging is a little…"

"No, we have to beg," Captain Mujak, one of the prides of Austen, declared in a firm voice. That's right. The four of them had come to the capital of Meltor to beg for help. Of course, they didn't want to, but it was necessary.

"Negotiating with Meltor is the secondary story. As long as we can receive the high elf's help, I am willing to feed my pride to a dog."

"C-Captain…!"

"We will confess our sins and beg for mercy on this urgent matter. If you have any pride, leave it here! You are Janissaries who devote your lives to the kingdom and the Sultan!"

The eyes of the Janissaries shook at their Captain's loud voice. They were a little confused, but the patriotism and loyalty engraved deeply into their hearts overcame this confusion. The three Janissaries nodded and replied, ""For the desert sun!""

"Good! For our kingdom, let's go!"

Soon after, four uninvited people emerged from the back alley and mixed in with the crowds of Mana-vil. Regardless of whether or not they could achieve their goal, that was something only time could tell.

Chapter 188 – Uninvited Guests (1)

The banquet, held in conjunction with the opening of the Magic Contest which took place once a year, finished successfully. Above all, the unexpected appearance of a high elf meant that people were able to receive an answer regarding the relationship between Meltor and Elvenheim.

The balance between the Northern powers was collapsing! If the people who came were just Edwin and Ellaim, they might've thought it was just a visit.

It was true that it had been hard to find elves since the founding of Elvenheim, but it wasn't so rare that people doubted the existence of elves. In several countries at the Center, the elven slave trade still hadn't disappeared. There were also tribes of elves who communicated with humans.

However, high elves were beyond that common sense. Those who saw the unfathomable beauty and power of life overflowing from the high elf couldn't help admiring her. The woman was the guardian of the world tree, a high elf whose existence had been uncertain.

The appearance of Ellenoa, who was like royalty, was proof that Elvenheim sincerely wanted to build a relationship with Meltor.

"It seems like the forces in the North will be greatly overturned."

"We should go home and watch the situation for a while."

"Andras and Meltor, which one would be more advantageous to side with?"

"There are many variables in this generation. From the participation of Elvenheim to the appearance of a young hero…"

For the non-magicians and dignitaries from other countries, the Magic Contest was no longer of great interest. It was possible that the war in the North, which had lasted for 500 years, could finally end.

Regardless of whether it was the sword empire or the magic kingdom that won, the Central continent would be swept away by such changes.

Someone thought this deadlock would continue.

Someone else said that both places would be destroyed.

Another person thought that Meltor would win.

Yet another thought that Andras would win.

People gathered and imagined the future. The future of the Northern continent, during the next few decades, would depend on how the key figures of this era acted.

* * *

The day after the noisy banquet, Quattro was divided toward the north, south, east, and west in order to guard the area where the Elvenheim delegation was staying.

Of course, the guard duty wasn't a big deal. Aside from them, there were dozens of veteran war mages stationed at the boundaries. They would be able to cope with any attack, even if the knights of Andras fell from the sky.

After all, even the tower masters were guarding this place.

Including Theodore and the two guardians, there were seven masters. No, if he included the Magic Society's chairman, there were eight. In such a situation, anyone would be torn apart if they tried to aim for Ellenoa, even if the opponent was one of the empire's Seven Swords.

Thanks to that, Theodore was able to think about last night's confession.

[Yes, he is right in front of me.]

Ellenoa's warm smile, like sunshine.

[I have been longing for you.]

The voice which was like drops of dew at dawn could still be heard in his ears.

"Hoo…" Theodore's face turned red at the memory, then he suddenly sighed.

At that moment, he had been too caught up in Ellenoa's beauty to think about it, but now he couldn't help feeling embarrassed. There had been several women who expressed their affection toward him, but Ellenoa was the first to confess her love directly.

High elves could only choose their gender once. At a crossroad which she might regret for the rest of her life, Ellenoa had chosen to become a woman without any hesitation. She'd made the decision with the hope that she could be Theodore's companion.

'…How should I answer?'

This was a significant matter which could change the landscape of the North. If Theodore and Ellenoa became companions, Elvenheim and Meltor would no longer be separate.

This combination of the next tower master and a high elf, the two of them would be the last knot in the relationship between kingdoms. Theodore didn't know it yet, but this was why Kurt III had ordered him to escort Ellenoa.

However, things wouldn't have changed, even if he did know.

It didn't matter if the link between kingdoms was a matter of great urgency which would determine the future of the North. To accept or reject… Theodore had a great responsibility to think about Ellenoa's sincere heart in making his decision.

So, he thought about his own feelings regarding Ellenoa.

"Hey."

He wondered if he wanted to live his life with her.

"Hey?"

…Or if Ellenoa would be happy with him. Theodore was thinking so hard that he didn't notice the person approaching him.

"Theodore Miller!"

"Ah." Theodore jolted with surprise and stared at the girl in yellow robes standing before him. She was a member of Quattro. However, in reality, she was the Yellow Tower Master and the puppet of the grimoire, Paragranum.

"I have been calling you. What were you thinking about?"

"…It isn't a big deal. Did something happen? You are in charge of the west entrance."

"Unknown people are approaching here."

Theodore's expression changed as he asked hurriedly, "What?! Did they pass through the boundaries?"

"They encountered several people, but there were no conflicts. I don't know why, but I am the only one who can detect them."

"Can you tell their level?"

"Yes." Para closed her eyes before opening her mouth again, "One is master level, and the other three are skilled. You and my homunculus can somehow manage it."

"Sword master… Is it one of the empire's Seven Swords?"

"I don't know. However, my logic circuit is denying that guess. The empire's Seven Swords aren't stupid enough to enter Meltor's capital."

That's right. Theodore didn't contradict Para's words as he thought about this. The intentions of the other party were unknown, but it wasn't the first time he had encountered a situation like this.

Theodore didn't know who the opponents were, but he just needed to fulfill his mission.

Beep.

Before the encounter with the enemies, Theodore briefly infused magic power into the emblem at the front of his uniform. It was to call Sylvia at the north entrance and William at the west entrance. He told the remaining two Quattro members to come to where he was. Para said the two of them could handle it, but it was best to avoid any mishaps.

'The two of them will take at least five minutes to arrive.'

Until then, Theodore and Para had to handle it somehow. Then Theodore started to see the 'unknown' people whom Para had talked about. However, he could determine their identities. "That… Aren't they servants from the palace?"

Theodore had entered the palace several times, so he remembered the uniform. He looked back at Para with a questioning gaze, but she shook her head with an impassive expression.

"It is a disguise. I don't know how."

"Are you sure?"

"There is no one in Mana-vil who can fool my eyes. If you don't believe my advice, I will leave the decision to you."

As the two of them talked, the palace retinue was coming closer. However, there were no worrisome signs. Moreover, Theodore's senses were silent, and his detection magic didn't find anything. Indeed, it would be ridiculous if Theodore easily revealed the disguise that even a grimoire didn't know how it was done.

Finally, the servants arrived before Theodore and Para, and bowed. "Excuse me. We have come to arrange the delegation's accommodation, according to His Majesty's orders."

"…Do you know who I am?"

"Huh? You're Theodore Miller, the captain of the magic division Quattro," the servant's answer flowed out naturally. The servant's breathing wasn't disturbed, and his eyes asked why Theo was asking such a thing. Theodore looked for a reaction to find fault with, but the servant just waited silently without saying anything.

At this moment, Theodore had to decide if he should follow Para's advice or send them along without a disturbance. Then Theodore made his decision and moved to the side. "You may enter."

"Oh, thank you. Glory to you, Quattro!"

"It is nothing."

The servants passed one by one. One step, another step…

Theodore could feel Para's gaze tickling the side of his face. The servants walked past the road paved with square slabs and stepped onto the dirt path which matched the ecology of the elves. It was at this moment that…

Puk.

"No?!"

The legs of the servants became buried in the dirt. It wasn't just up to their ankles or knees. This was a phenomenon seen in tidal flats or mash areas. The four men reflexively tried to pull out their feet, but the ground had hardened for some reason.

This wasn't a natural phenomenon. It was already too late by the time they realized belatedly. Then Keraunos fell from the sky.

— — — — — —-!! Sound filled the area. The air burst, and the ground, which had been hardened with Mitra's power, melted away. It was a disaster caused by magic. The eight thunderbolts focused on one point. Any human-sized creature would disappear without a trace.

However, Theodore and Para sensed it simultaneously.

"No effect?"

"No, it was blocked."

As the ground boiled, the shadows of four people shimmered in the steam. The 6th Circle magic which was equivalent to the 7th Circle magic, 'thunder spears,' was aimed at the target. The effect range wasn't wide, but it would've been enough to sweep away the four men.

As to how the magic was blocked, that wasn't revealed until the steam cleared.

"…Cough!"

Blood flowed from the lips of Mujak, the man who had broken the thunder spears. He had blocked the magic attack using his aura he had trained for over 60 years. However, he couldn't erase the full power of the thunder.

No, it was more than that. Mujak mourned at the sight of his scorched black sword, which had been hand-crafted and handed to him by the Sultan.

"Cough. My sword… You dare to damage the Sultan's…!"

It was just an excuse to buy some time. He had been thoroughly pushed back in power. Mujak's eyes sunk because he realized this fact.

According to the infiltration report, this man was the young hero of Meltor and the girl was his colleague. Mujak had heard a lot of rumors, but he didn't know that the hero had become a master at this age.

The risk was too big! The operation to meet the high elf had already failed. However, unlike Mujak's cool judgment, the heads of the other Janissaries were boiling.

"Captain! We have to hurry!"

"We will stay here and buy some time! Captain should go ahead!"

"Hurry before reinforcements come because of the noise!"

However, Mujak suppressed his men's hasty desire. "No, we failed. It is unnecessary to fight here."

His subordinates weren't masters, so they didn't know. However, Theodore and Mujak had already grasped each other's capabilities. They were at a level to take each other's lives. If Mujak turned around, he would be killed instantly. Besides, there would be no effect if Para's body was killed, unlike the Janissaries.

Then the dynamics were crucially tilted with the arrival of the remaining Quattro members.

"Theo!"

"What is the uproar, Captain?"

Sylvia and William, the primary candidates to become the next blue and white tower masters, had arrived. The capacities of the two were already close to Prime ranks, so they could easily overcome the Janissaries whom Mujak had brought.

As Theodore and his companions formed an encirclement, Mujak realized the escape path was now blocked.

"Huh, so many excellent young people…"

It was unheard of in Austen, which was drying up because of the drought. Those with talent left for other countries, while only the powerless remained to rot. The sight of parents throwing away their children in order to reduce the number of mouths to feed was common, but why was Meltor so abundant?

"Why are the heavens favoring them!?" Mujak lamented while tightening his grip on the sword.

Puk. His melted shamshir fell down onto the ground. Theodore's eyes narrowed as Mujak disarmed himself and raised both hands in the air.

"Hey, Meltor's young hero," Mujak called out.

"…What is it?"

Mujak ignored Theodore's testy tone and replied, "This old man will admit to being guilty of an unauthorized invasion of Meltor's capital. I hope you will imprison us according to humane procedures."

Chapter 189 – Uninvited Guests (2)

Clink.

There was a sound as the locks were engaged. The invaders from Austen had surrendered, so Para had brought out these locks. They were the so-called arm holders which restrained a person from the wrist to elbows. The material looked strange, showing that it wasn't an ordinary restraint.

"Is this perhaps adamantium?"

"Ri-ght."

Para confirmed in an eerie voice that the metal, which resembled opaque ice, was just as Theodore guessed. It seemed to be something she'd made. "I created it in order to catch a master, but there was no time to use them on the battlefield. So, I left them in the warehouse, but now they can finally see the light."

"…Well, I'm glad that it is useful."

"Right? These things are also part of my role."

Paragranum might describe it as useless, but it was a ridiculous tool which could even control masters.

Normally sword masters could tear apart steel handcuffs with their superhuman physical abilities and aura. So, strong magic handcuffs would be ruined if they continued to inject aura. Even mithril would warp if a sword master used their power properly.

It was only possible when used with pure adamantium. Adamantium was difficult to handle, so it was rarely used. However, Paragranum had completed the restraints through some unknown manner.

Mujak's relaxed expression stiffened as he experienced the binding.

"Theodore!"

"Ah, yes."

At that time, a white tower magician approached him and issued an edict, "His Majesty wants to meet the intruders."

"I understand. Is there anything else?"

"No. You can take this transport to the royal palace."

"I will." Theodore nodded without hesitation. Even if Mujak was bound, he was still a sword master who had crossed the boundaries of the transcendent realm. So, Theodore couldn't feel relieved unless another tower master took over.

Theodore pulled on the chains a little rougher than usual.

Rattle.

Was it due to the shock…? A few drops of blood emerged from Mujak's mouth.

"Well, it is rough."

"..."

Theodore just spoke coldly without letting the chains go slack. For whatever reason, they were trespassers who had tried to enter Ellenoa's dwelling. It meant that Theodore couldn't welcome them kindly. No, it wasn't just that. Theodore soon realized that his emotions were boiling inside him.

"What brings you here?"

"Hrmm?"

"If you are from Austen, you should remember what you did in Bergen."

Vince had told Theodore the identities of [Shackler], the ones disguising themselves as elf slave traders in Bergen. Thus, it was also possible for Theodore to know about the truth behind the Bergen incident.

Mujak closed his eyes with a bitter smile. "I don't have anything to say. I won't make excuses."

"Your responsibility for the past won't disappear. And I don't want you to apologize to me."

"That's right. Treat me as you like."

Theodore would've become angrier if the other person spoke empty words, but he couldn't do anything against this attitude. Theodore dragged the chain and started to move forward roughly. After reading the unusual atmosphere between the two of them, the rest of the group followed.

Rattle, rattle.

In the end, the uninvited guests from Austen couldn't even see the high elf's face as they were dragged away.

* * *

"You went through a lot of trouble, Quattro's Captain." Kurt III, whose eyes had dark circles from the night before, watched Theodore's group from the throne. He stared at the faces of Mujak and the Janissaries, who were the cause of the emergency gathering.

Kurt III spoke in a mocking manner, "You were the ones who caught the four uninvited guests?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"This doesn't look good. They've arrived here, so loosen the restraints."

"Huh? That…"

Theodore was surprised by Kurt's instructions, but other people protested before he could reply. This place might be filled with senior magicians, but Mujak was a sword master who was strongest in a melee.

"Your Majesty, you can't!"

"You can't set those criminals free from their restraints!"

"At least tie up their legs!"

Kurt waved his hand at the crowd. "Stop."

Simultaneously, somebody landed beside Theodore.

Kung.

Her red robes fluttered from the landing as Veronica emanated a terrifying presence. Her strength exploded from her. The Janissaries fell down foaming as they received the full impact of Dragon Fear. Only Theodore and Mujak could stand in this area.

"If it is like this, are there any objections?"

Who would be able to go against Veronica? Nobody dared refute Kurt's words, and they fell silent. They couldn't say anything because none of them would dare to fight Veronica. Kurt received their implicit agreement and looked at Theodore again, who sighed and pulled out the key.

Clink.

Once the restraints were released, Veronica spoke, "Old Man, if you move without permission, I will kill you."

"… Hu, how scary."

"Keep looking forward. I will kill you if you speak nonsense. So, look forward."

'She's serious.' Theodore was nearby and noticed Veronica's serious tone. Veronica would kill him if he took even one step. She would kill him if he spoke nonsense. The evidence that her threats weren't empty was her red hair which blazed like fire.

'This is the Tower Master's battle readiness.'

At the time of the fight against Superbia, his consciousness had been fading, so he hadn't been able to see properly. However, Theodore now had a clear view of her eight circles revolving, and the pressure seemed to increase the gravity in this area.

That said, Kurt was still in control as he opened his mouth, "Then I shall listen to the excuses of an uninvited person. Your head will depend on whether you can persuade me."

Despite literally having a knife at his neck, Mujak wasn't shaken at all. "First of all, thank you for listening to my excuses, Your Majesty."

"Get to the point."

"I understand. Then I will tell you what is going on."

The guardian of Austen, one of the Sultan's most trusted swordsman, faced Kurt III with confidence. Behind Mujak was a dying country. Supply had fallen and people were starving, so he had come here to save them. Thus, something like madness shone in his determined eyes.

"Austen is currently dying from an unprecedented drought. Meltor's monarch, please have mercy on us, and give me rice and water for the suffering people."

"Is that all?"

"No. I know you don't have to, but if it is possible, I would like to meet the Elvenheim guests who are staying in your country."

"Huh, you truly have no shame." Kurt smiled and stared down at Mujak, whose head was bowed. Mujak's requests would only be given if Meltor was truly generous. However, as to the issue of them crossing the border without permission and breaking into the capital…?

It was clear that Mujak had other thoughts. Dozens of eyes filled with suspicion cut into Mujak. Then Kurt III raised the question that they were all wondering, "Why didn't you just send a delegation?"

Mujak's green eyes looked down, and he replied in a low voice, "I couldn't do that."

"Why?"

"I do not know why, but Andras' shadows are present at the border of Austen and the Meuse Desert. Above all, I didn't think you would accept our requests."

"…How honest. Although you are still being impertinent."

Andras' shadows…

At Kurt's cold words, the atmosphere started to change. After all, it was Austen who was behind the kidnapping incident in Bergen. It would be uncomfortable in many ways for Elvenheim's ambassadors to face them.

That was why Mujak slyly had attracted their attention with his words about the Andras Empire.

"Is this bait? Let's see what you have prepared for us."

"Think of it as a bargaining material."

"Speak quickly, Austen's fox."

After being urged to cut to the chase, Mujak pulled something out. Veronica became tense at his action, but Mujak didn't pull out a weapon or poison.

It was a leather scroll. In Austen, leather was used instead of paper due to the scarce amount of wood. It seemed that this leather scroll was the material Mujak had prepared for the negotiations. He didn't give an explanation as he opened the scroll.

'…This?' Theodore watched Mujak from right beside him. It meant he could see the contents of the scroll before anyone else. There were twisted lines and a mixture of symbols and shapes with unknown meaning. Shortly afterward, Theodore realized what it meant as his eyebrows twitched.

'Is this a map of the Meuse Desert?'

This was a terrain which only existed in the desert. The terrain of large canyons and sandy hills helped guide the nomadic people over a long period of time. Still, it was difficult to draw a map of the desert, so Meuse Desert's map was a special item. A sophisticated map like this would sell for at least 100 gold. Perhaps it had been produced personally by the Austen royal family.

However, right now, the matter of importance wasn't the map. Mujak pointed to a red dot in a corner of the map and brought up a topic which meant Meltor couldn't sit idly.

"For some reason, the Andras Empire is controlling this desert area."

"What is there?"

"Well, I couldn't get close. But the empire is showing a big interest and is digging in this area. It is a ruin which contains relics from a previous era. According to something I heard, it was probably built during the Age of Mythology."

'A ruin from the Age of Mythology!' Kurt's expression hardened after hearing that. Most ruins of the Age of Mythology had been destroyed during the dark period which followed it, but the Andras Empire had found most of the ones which remained.

They didn't care about the knowledge of a culture from a previous era. Rather, they just wanted the powerful relics and destroyed numerous ruins in the process. It was a hostile kingdom which had been at war with Meltor for at least 500 years.

"…You've brought something quite annoying. I appreciate the good faith report, but I know that isn't the case."

"Of course."

At Mujak's sly expression, Kurt couldn't help gripping the armrests of his throne tightly. If he wanted, he could give Veronica an order to kill, and she would burn Mujak to ashes right away. However, an unexpected person interrupted the conversation right then.

"Your Majesty."

"Huh? Quattro's Captain?"

"Can I look at this map for a moment?"

"Of course. Tell me if you get any ideas."

Having gotten Kurt's permission, Theodore received the map from Mujak. It was because he felt a strong feeling of deja vu from the desert map. In particular, the feeling came from the area where the red dot was located.

"Ah."

It was connected. Theodore realized why he got a feeling of deja vu when looking at that section of the map. He had seen a map of the Meuse Desert two times now, so he remembered it clearly. The second time was now, while the first time had been in the Yellow Tower. This was the location of the laboratory which Paragranum had boasted about with an expressionless face.

'To think that they found it…!'

The ruins that the Andras Empire was trying to dig out…

It was Paracelsus' laboratory.

Chapter 190 – Uninvited Guests (3)

"Quattro's Captain, have you found something?"

It was a short moment, but Kurt didn't miss the change in Theodore's complexion.

Simultaneously, Theodore's thoughts became complicated.

Aside from him, the only person who knew the existence of the laboratory was the Yellow Tower Master, so Theodore had to decide if he should disclose the information. However, if Theodore kept his mouth shut, Kurt III might be led to agree to Mujak's conditions.

Unlike Austen, which wasn't a threat, it would be fatal if the Andras Empire got their hands on the ruins.

'I don't like this situation, so I can't stay silent.'

As long as the Andras' excavation team occupied the site, he wouldn't be able to visit it alone. Moreover, he didn't like the tricks of the Austen Kingdom, which had tried to kidnap Ellenoa. So, this was a reasonable choice which would block both Andras and Austen.

Theodore made his decision and opened his mouth, "Yes, Your Majesty. I thought I remembered seeing it somewhere and realized I recently heard a story about these ruins."

"Hoh."

"What? S-Such a thing…!" Mujak's face shook slightly. To think that the information Mujak wanted to use as a bargaining tool was already known? If Theodore's words were true, this was disadvantageous to Mujak.

A pleased expression appeared on Kurt III's face as he nodded. "Interesting. Continue."

"Sorry, I won't be the one telling you." However, Theodore had no intention of assuming responsibility. "Can I leave it to another person from now on?"

"Hrmm? Can I ask why?"

"Of course, Your Majesty," Theodore replied to Kurt's question and turned to look at Para behind him. "There are differences, but I heard it from the Yellow Tower Master. So, I think that Superior Para, his disciple, is the right person to explain this."

"The Yellow Tower Master? Is this true, Superior Para?"

Paragranum, a grimoire under the skin of a girl, her true nature peeped out for a moment, but she bowed politely like she understood the situation. "…Yes. Captain's words are true, Your Majesty."

"Give me the details," Kurt said.

As Meltor's finest watched, Theodore's party member started telling the story.

"This is something my teacher told me sometimes. Alchemy, the magic that forms the foundation of the Yellow Tower, is a heritage from the Age of Mythology. They are teachings passed down from the great alchemist, Paracelsus."

"The great alchemist, Paracelsus…"

"Yes. The alchemy of our Yellow Tower originates from Paracelsus' teachings. That place should be where his legacy is stored."

The moment she was about to explain the ruins on the map, the quietly listening Mujak jumped up. "Nonsense!"

At that moment, Kurt III shouted in an urgent voice, "Veronica!"

It was instant. Before Mujak could blink, flames emerged and wrapped around his neck. With Veronica around, even a sword master was at risk. The whip, made of hellfire, could kill him instantly. If Kurt III's voice had been half a beat later, Mujak's head would be rolling around on the ground.

Gulp. Mujak gulped as he realized how close he'd come to death. Veronica recalled Hell Fire just before it reached his neck. This attack was just an advance notice that she could kill him if he moved.

Without missing a beat, Para continued speaking, "It is unbelievable but true. It is easy to prove after seeing the ruins."

"…What does that mean?"

"The set of 300-meter-long ruins is a dome made of a silver-white metal. Even a sword master's aura won't be able to scratch the metal easily."

"H-How do you know that?" Mujak couldn't deny it because he had seen it directly.

A silver architecture built in the middle of the desert… It was a mystery which couldn't be reproduced with the techniques of this age. This girl described it so accurately that it couldn't just be her imagination.

"It looks like her words are true." Kurt grasped the truth from Mujak's reaction and grinned. "Now, this is the only information you've brought me about Andras. Don't you think the price is much too low?"

"…What more do you want?" The cornered Mujak eventually lifted both hands. Aiding Austen would cost at least hundreds of thousands of gold. There was no way the information he had left could cover this price.

"Write a contract." Kurt was grinning with a relaxed expression, but his eyes were like that of a ferocious predator. "You will escort Meltor's investigation team to the site and not ask for any shares in what we find. Besides, doesn't our Yellow Tower Master have the right of inheritance in the first place?"

"It is in Austen's territory!"

"You can't deal with Andras. Also, you seem to still be mistaken. This isn't a negotiation." With a cold voice and eyes, this was the monarch who ruled the kingdom. "If you can't accept it, I will put the restraints on you again and lock you up. Then you can wait quietly until this is over."

"Kuk…!" Mujak drooped his head because he had no way out. This situation was inflicted upon them by themselves, from their attempt to kidnap the high elf to their unauthorized entry into the capital.

Despite knowing that the conditions were unfair, Mujak was forced to sign a contract with Kurt. It was an ending caused by his recklessness.

* * *

Mujak's negotiations ended there. He signed the contract stating he would devote himself to the investigation team, then he was dragged out. Mujak wouldn't be able to do anything until the investigation of the ruins was over.

The fainted Janissaries were also taken out.

"Phew, it is finally over."

"I wanted to fight…"

Of course, everyone here was scared of being caught up in Veronica's fight.

Soon after them, Kurt raised his hand and stopped the chattering. "Then I will select the investigation team to be sent."

Since a conflict with Andras was inevitable, this wouldn't be a typical investigation. As such, it was natural to recruit people with excellent combat capabilities.

"Veronica, you go."

"Is it finally my turn? Indeed, I am better than Blundell in a desert."

It was as she said. As a magician dependent on moisture, Blundell's firepower was weakened in the desert. On the other hand, these conditions were good for Veronica. The heat of the desert would add to her strength instead of harming her.

However, Kurt's words didn't end there.

"Quattro, do you want to participate?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. If you send us, we will surely capture the ruins."

"Good, go and investigate with Veronica."

This was an opportunity to see a set of ruins from the Age of Mythology. Setting aside the artifacts Para was supposed to give him, he would be sorry to miss such an opportunity as a magician. Moreover, Andras had a debt to pay.

However, an unexpected topic was then brought up.

"Your Majesty, what about the guests from Elvenheim?"

"What about them?"

"According to Quattro's captain, Lady Ellenoa's two escorts are master level. So, perhaps we should seek their help."

"No, we can't." Kurt opposed it right away and gave his reasons. "They are Meltor's guests. We can't ask them to fight for us because of this, and that desert is harmful to elementals. It would be impolite to ask them to accompany the investigation team."

"Uh, you're right. I was too short-sighted."

The person stepped back with shame, while another person spoke up.

"Your Majesty, when will the investigation team depart? The Magic Contest has just started."

"That's right. Therefore, the enemies won't think that we will move at this time. The team will head to the Meuse Desert as soon as the preparations are complete."

"Yes, Your Majesty's words are correct."

Everyone nodded at Kurt's words, and the emergency meeting ended there. They were tired from preparing for the Magic Contest and last night's banquet, so their footsteps were quick in leaving.

Shortly afterward, only the Quattro members, the tower masters, and Kurt remained in the room. From here on out, the conversation wasn't as serious.

Blundell stroked his white beard and spoke to Kurt first, "Five people. No, isn't it six if we add the person from Austen? Your Majesty, is it okay with just six people?"

"Old Man, what? Don't you believe in my skills?" Veronica scoffed.

"I would feel more relieved if you went alone…"

"What are you saying?"

Blundell was a man who looked foolish and carefree on the outside. However, Sylvia had joined the team, so he was worried that something would happen.

Theodore looked at the two great magicians with a tired expression. These two people were already closer to natural disasters than humans. Anyone caught up in a fight between the two would end up badly.

However, Veronica's hand shot out like lightning and grabbed Theodore.

"Eek."

"Since the kid is also a master, don't we have enough strength? Isn't that right? Old Man, say something!"

"H-He is still not fully a master…"

"Ah, he hasn't learned 'Sorcery' yet." Veronica remembered what she had forgotten for a while. Meanwhile, Theodore was distressed about still being in her grasp.

Fortunately, Veronica quickly let go and spoke cheerfully, "Well, the journey won't take one or two days. I will teach you about Sorcery along the way. It will be easier to understand coming from me than from Orta."

"Cough, certainly, but…"

"Right."

The other two tower masters agreed to let Veronica teach Theodore's Sorcery.

Theodore didn't know what it meant. Why was it better to learn from Veronica than Blundell or Orta? It was still an unknown conversation for Theodore, who only knew the concept of Sorcery.

At that moment, Kurt, who was watching them, opened his mouth, "Veronica, Orta."

"Huh?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Tomorrow is the dawn."

Kurt spoke suddenly, but the two of them understood the meaning of his words and nodded. Kurt III was looking toward the end of the war which had lasted for centuries, and this ruin would be a cornerstone of the fight.

'It will be in the next 10 years, or maybe earlier.'

The long, long war between the Northern powers was reaching its end.

Chapter 191 – Around the Desert (1)

The Meuse Desert, located in the midwest of the continent and southwest of the Austen Kingdom, was highly notorious. The 'Great Drought' had irregular periods of huge sandy winds, bringing the famine to the entire central area as well as Austen.

In the early days of the Meuse Desert, it was only the size of three or four small estates. After hundreds of years, it became an ant pit which had taken half of Austen's land. It was from that time onwards that it became known as the Meuse Desert.

In the founding myths of Austen, the one who killed the founder, and was eponymous with a disaster, had been Meuse. The people of the desert kingdom had begun to believe that a grudge held by the mythical creature was turning the earth dry. They couldn't accept that this unreasonable disaster was merely accidental misfortune.

It was different to the saying, 'disaster occurs when good luck changes directions.'

Thanks to the sacred nature of the Sultan, the people of Austen could fight against the drought as a type of 'enemy.' If the drought stopped for a while, they would say that they were victorious, and when the drought resumed, they would say that the evil spirits had risen again.

[It is a battle of patience! Fight for the Sultan!]

According to Austen's doctrines, warriors would die and go to heaven, where they would receive beautiful women and mansions. Therefore, the peasants, who were jealous of the warriors, were bound to fall for the lure.

It wasn't about fighting with a sword on the battlefield but about being able to go to heaven after death! Some fanatics even starved to death, despite having plenty of food and water.

This was Austen, a country which was barely breathing due to being distorted by piety. The Meuse Desert was also a refuge for those who considered the Sultan as a false god and wanted to avoid the noose.

Entry to the Meuse Desert, land of the evil gods, was prohibited. Therefore, there were no signs of anybody at the entrance. However, the situation was different today.

Flash!

A light abruptly appeared out of thin air where only hot sand, a burning sun, and dry winds were present. Naturally, the light which emerged from the air was Meltor's investigation team.

The Red Tower Master Veronica, the four members of Quattro, and Mujak appeared 30 meters in midair, but the party landed easily with no confusion. It would ridiculous if strong people like them were damaged by a fall from this height.

Theodore and Mujak chose to strengthen their bodies, while the others used magic. Among them, Veronica was the last to arrive.

Kung!

Despite the sand piled up to her ankles, the landing was quite loud due to the object she was carrying. It was a carriage, the fruit of a collaboration between the White Tower and Yellow Tower. The four wheels of this carriage rolled with magic power instead of horses.

Mujak opened his mouth and spoke in a trembling voice, "W-We really moved here instantly… Meltor's national power is hard to fathom."

It was natural for him to feel fear. To think that it was possible to instantly teleport to the Meuse Desert in the midwest of the Central Continent, which was also Austen's blind spot? This was an impossible feat without the White Tower Master. However, Mujak didn't know this and felt like it was a demonstration that Meltor could destroy Austen anytime they wanted.

Then Veronica laughed cheerfully. "So, be careful okay? Rats can die without even knowing the cause."

"… I will be careful." It didn't sound like a joke to Mujak, who nodded seriously. After all, Veronica was the one who had nearly killed him once. Thanks to that, the atmosphere became cold. His body was tied up by the Geass Scroll, but their relationship was bad, so he still couldn't be trusted.

Theodore hastily found a topic which he thought would change this atmosphere. "How far away is the destination?"

"Um… wait a minute." Mujak opened the map, touched it with his finger and finally gave an answer. "We should head straight to the south in a diagonal manner. Based on my pace, it should take four or five days, depending on everyone else."

"Five days…"

It was both a long and short amount of time. Paragranum said that the ruins wouldn't be taken away easily, but he never knew what could happen. This meant it would be best to arrive as soon as possible.

At that moment, Veronica bluntly asked, "Wait a minute, five days?"

"That's right, Lady Veronica. Unlike other deserts, the Meuse Desert doesn't lose its heat at night, and it is impossible to move quickly. Considering our abilities, we won't be able to walk all night and day. Therefore, it will take five days."

"But that's why I brought this heavy thing." Veronica banged on the exterior of the carriage.

However, Mujak made a mocking expression. "Do you think that carriage will roll properly in the desert? Where are the horses or camels to pull it?"

"It runs on magic power, so won't it roll well?"

"Then will the wheels turn on the sandy ground?"

Indeed, Mujak's words weren't wrong. Theodore thought about it and thought that his point was valid. Right now, the sand was only ankle deep, but it would often go up to the shins. No matter how outstanding the performance of the carriage was, the wheels obviously wouldn't turn.

However, Veronica didn't accept it. "Hah, if there isn't a path, then we should make it. Why do masters have to be obsessed with common sense? How funny."

"What? What does that mea…"

Veronica ignored Mujak and inhaled in the direction they had to walk. It was a deep breath which sucked in all the air in that area. The wind and sand changed directions, and Theodore paled as he realized her intentions.

'Surely this breath isn't….!'

His temple throbbed with pain, and his body tingled. His experience with adversity instinctively moved his circles.

Jjejejeok!

Ice barriers rose in succession. One, two… As many as seven ice barriers separated the rest of the party from Veronica. The party was perplexed by the sudden magic, with only Sylvia realizing and joining in.

"Stop anything in front of me, Glacial Wall!"

Seven layers of the 6th Circle magic, Glacial Wall, surrounded them. It was a defense which could even withstand explosives activated on the inside. William didn't understand what the two of them were doing and tried to speak. However, then 'it' began.

――――――――――――――!!

An incredible heat wave emerged in the opposite direction of the ice wall. The heat moved faster than air could burn. Everything it passed turned into a vacuum, seeming more like the ray from the sun than flames. A flaming light swept down to the ground.

Dragon Breath broke the Meuse Desert into two. No, it just looked that way for a moment. The sand on the ground had completely melted down.

"..."

"…��"

No one was able to open their mouth. It was the same for Theodore, despite him experiencing Veronica's breath once before. At that time, it had been shot toward the sky. The breath Veronica had displayed that time was incomparable to this one.

This breath stretched beyond the horizon. Beyond the melted ice walls, a few kilometers of ground had changed to look like lava.

What if Theodore were facing this blow directly? His defense would break, and he would die from this radiant heat. Even if he tried to avoid it, its speed was close to the speed of light. Like Theodore, Mujak's face paled as he imagined it.

While hiccuping, William whispered in a small voice, "C-Captain. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Right?"

"…Maybe not, perhaps."

"Perhaps?!"

As William shook with fear, Veronica looked around at the landscape she created and said, "Isn't this good now? It will last at least 30 minutes, so let's board the carriage. I don't like the feeling of sand in my shoes."

The party looked at Veronica with absurd expressions as they realized why she had used the breath, but she just ignored them. After a moment, the blistering heat from the Dragon Breath affected them belatedly, and they began to sweat.

Veronica waved from where she had already boarded the carriage. "What are you doing? Hurry."

The journey of Meltor's investigation team had just begun.

* * *

The air in the middle of the desert was terribly hot. The sun shining down from the sky was burning, but the knights in black armor didn't dare to rest. At the center, there was an impressive looking knight with a thin jaw-line.

He was the imperial sword, Lloyd Pollan. It was hard to guess that an imperial sword would appear at the ruins. The presence of a hard-to-handle person was a disaster for the subordinates. Even the Shadow Knights waited before him like rats before a cat.

"Hrmm, this really is a set of ruins from the Age of Mythology," Lloyd said while looking around the site at the excavation work which couldn't be completed.

He looked at the shape of the dome, the material which easily repelled knights of the empire, and the strange silver liquid flowing out of a tunnel. It was a trace of an old era which could rarely be found anywhere else in these modern times.

Sururung.

He subsequently pulled out the sword hanging at his waist.

"Step back," Lloyd advised the people near him and gripped his sword.

The aura which emerged from him was different that of from regular aura users. Soon after, Lloyd's sword was covered in a dark turquoise aura. It took time to gather his maximum power. His ability wasn't related to destructive power, so this attack could be called pure strength.

Stab. Lloyd's sword shot straight forward, like a lightning bolt. Kaaang!

However, the attack which could penetrate through dozens of layers of iron and a few layers of mithril only left a scratch on this material. It was amazing compared to the Shadow Knights who couldn't even leave a scratch, but it cracked his pride as a sword master.

"…Indeed, this can't be done through force."

An obstacle which could withstand the power of a sword master wasn't one that could be broken down with destructive power. The leader of the Shadow Knights asked from behind Lloyd, "I'm sorry for making you come all the way here, Sir Pollan. We will somehow…"

"No, don't apologize. I was sent by the prince because he was expecting something like this," Lloyd mumbled as he watched his sword. "I don't like it, but… I will respond to those expectations. Spoiled prince."

It was a blasphemous remark, but the Shadow Knight ignored Lloyd's words and focused on his actions.

Unlike the other Seven Swords who acted on the battlefield, Lloyd was similar to the Shadow Knights. He didn't show tremendous destructive power nor did he possess superior combat capabilities, but he always succeeded in his missions.

Lloyd was the owner of an Aura Ability which allowed him to go through difficult situations like a ghost. The shadows watched the brightly colored aura and gulped. How much time had passed by…?

Lloyd, who was concentrating with both eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and stabbed the sword at a certain spot on the ground.

Pushuk!

Like the other places, a silver liquid sprang up. The liquid contained an awful stench and was highly poisonous, but Lloyd was already out of range as he pointed to the spot.

"Bury explosives at the point I just dug out. Not just one but many of them. This is the only way to open this set of ruins."

"Yes, I understand! Everybody move!"

There were no objections. The Shadow Knights knew Lloyd well, so they followed his order faithfully. To them, it was disloyal to not follow the words of their superior. The loyalty of the Shadow Knights toward the empire was just as high as the Austen fanatics.

Lloyd watched their loyal appearance and muttered a few words, "There is a pretty bad possibility, but I can't help it. I don't want to die at the hands of the prince."

Indeed, Lloyd was able to find a solution in any difficult situation. However, he knew that the solution wasn't always good.