Successor of the Tower (1)
“Nazariu Monte has appeared. Let’s chase after him.”
Ray and Wellington were sitting on a café bench, munching on ice cream, when they suddenly saw Theo appear, their eyes widening.
“Nazariu Monte?”
“Are you talking about ‘Majun (魔俊)’ of the 3rd Army and 8th Army?”
Those who belonged to the 3rd Army and 8th Battalion had another nickname that included ‘Army’ and ‘Jun’ as nicknames.
Another nickname for Wellington was Geomjun (劍俊). Just as Nazariu was Majun, he was usually given the title of ‘gun’ and ‘jun’ in the field he was in.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Why is the successor to the Magic Tower… …!”
Theo quickly covered Wellington’s mouth with his hand as he screamed in surprise.
fizzle.
Thanks to that, the ice cream Wellington was holding in his hand was ruined, but it didn’t catch his eye.
Gulp. Wellington swallowed hard and opened his mouth again.
“He’s here? Are you mistaken?”
“No, I am sure.”
“… … You must know very well that you will be glared at by Ragnar for raising Troyvan’s hand right away and arousing his suspicions. Why did you… … ?”
Wellington’s expression hardened as he continued speaking.
“There must be something going on here.”
Wellington seemed to think that the Tower was hiding in Ragnar’s realm and causing internal chaos.
Theo also had no reason to point it out, so he just nodded quietly.
“I think they should be held since they obviously didn’t come with good intentions.”
“But if something of that magnitude is moving, there’s no way the escort force will be easy. It would be better to wait until the Master returns after finishing his work… …!”
“No. If they manage to escape the city completely in the meantime, it will be impossible to track them.”
Only then did Wellington catch on to Theo’s meaning.
“Are you saying we should chase after them among ourselves?”
“Is it okay?”
Ray also expressed concern.
After all, the current leader and commander of the group is Deungryong. Any arbitrary actions taken without his permission could easily result in a political crisis.
but,
“A practical prosecutor can make arbitrary judgments and decisions based on the situation, and from the higher level prosecutors, they can perform independent missions. And when I return this time, I plan to be recommended as a higher level prosecutor.”
“… … You’re not a senior inspector yet, are you?”
“Do you think it won’t work?”
“That’s an abuse of authority.”
“If it’s too much of a burden, Ray and I can go.”
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Ray nodded, finished off the rest of his ice cream, and stood up, picking up his sword.
Theo felt sorry, but he thought there was nothing he could do.
Wellington, as his nickname ‘Sannim’ suggests, was definitely a man who valued principles.
“It is a burden. But.”
Wellington looked back and forth between Theo and Ray, then chuckled and stood up from his seat as well.
“I was really curious about Majun’s skills. I wanted to try sword fighting with him.”
Wellington’s eyes flashed sharply.
There was a strong sense of victory.
The same look in his eyes as when he first met Theo.
No matter how much of a saint he was, he was still a warrior who lived and died by the sword.
“Then the decision is made.”
“But do you know exactly where they are now?”
Theo laughed silently for a moment, then lightly kicked the ground.
Pfft!
Wellington and Ray’s gaze followed in the same direction.
Theo passed over the heads of the countless floating crowds and landed in front of a beggar begging under a streetlight.
“Where are you now, Matap and his party?”
“Oh my, Nari! Please give me just a penny!”
“You don’t have to hide it from me.”
“If you give me just one penny, I will live the rest of my life praying for your blessings… …!”
“If that doesn’t work, I’ll send a separate message to the Director of Information.”
As Theo was about to turn around, the beggar suddenly grabbed his ankle.
“How did you know?”
The beggar’s eyes, revealed beneath his heavily pulled-down beanie, were quite sharp.
He was an agent of Heukseol.
Theo smiled faintly.
“It’s a trade secret.”
“Ugh. Just as Mr. Cleve said, he is indeed a person whose insides are unfathomable despite his handsome face.”
A familiar name.
Theo’s eyes lit up.
“Do you know Cleve?”
“I know. I am his direct subordinate. And he is currently following Nazariu Monte.”
“… … !”
Theo’s eyes widened slightly.
* * *
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Dagdak dagdak-
Inside a carriage heading out of town.
“… … Aren’t you being too laid-back? What are you going to do if Ragnar finds out about this?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You didn’t know until now, but you’re telling me now? Anyway, I’m telling you that Jiri-ma is a problem because he worries too much.”
Jirima thought about it for a moment.
I was thinking about whether or not I should just grab that smiling face.
If he had not been the only grandson of his esteemed lord, he would have been executed long ago.
‘Or do you have something else in mind?’
Jirimado didn’t say anything else because he knew very well how many snakes Nazariu was raising under that shameless face.
It’s just frustrating because you don’t really reveal your true feelings.
But Nazariu didn’t pay any attention to Jirima’s gaze and just cutely stroked the object in his hand.
“Oh my, my cute little puppy. Are you really hungry?”
What Nazariu held in his hand was a black bead the size of a person’s head.
At first glance, it looked unremarkable, but it changed when Nazariu took out the pages of the grimoire he had secretly stolen from the imperial vault.
Jiyik!
With a sound like a zipper moving, a long, solid line was drawn in the center of the black bead, and it then opened up and down.
Between the round lips, serrated teeth protruded, giving off an ugly impression.
‘Every time I see it, I can’t get used to it.’
Jirima frowned slightly at the sight.
Paracelsus, the magical life form.
He was the leader of the ‘Homunculus Project’, which was being carried out in secret by the Alchemy Guild in collaboration with Matap. He was a growth-type homunculus that grew by eating the codes included in the grimoire.
At Matap, expectations for Paracelsus were very high.
This was because they believed that this was the key to achieving their long-awaited wish.
It was for this very reason that the imperial vault was opened.
To transplant a specific code from the Grimoire Belphegor into Paracelsus.
-Beep. Beep. Food check. Determined to be an A-rank grimoire.
Paracelsus, who had no nose, pretended to sniff the paper, then opened his mouth wide and swallowed it in a gulp.
Well well!
-Code recognition. Analysis and decryption complete. Save to drive to try new code arrangement. Backup data, uploading to cloud.
As I chewed through the pages, unintelligible messages kept flowing out.
A shape too bizarre to be seen.
Jirima frowned even more, but Nazariu’s eyes were filled with only beauty.
“Hahaha. Anyway, you’re cute. Okay, eat as much as you want and grow up healthy.”
“Do you think this is cute?”
“It’s cute. Isn’t it? You know exactly what this thing will look like when it’s ‘finished’, right?”
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“I’ll become a monster.”
“Hey. You don’t have to say that. If that monster is ‘mine’ then it’s a different story.”
Nazariu continued speaking with a pleased smile.
“I mean, I wish this guy would become complete soon. Then I can become ‘complete’ too, right?”
Jirima pursed her lips tightly.
Before he knew it, madness was forming in Nazariu’s eyes.
“You can open the door to the utopia that all wizards desire! The path to escape from this prison-like body and world and go to the lofty pantheon is right there! Do you understand? Becoming a god in a human body, a god! A god that no one has been able to achieve since the ancient times!”
Nazariu lovingly stroked Paracelsus’ head as he read the last page.
“Then how could it not be pretty? If it were up to me, I would tear up all the other grimoires and feed them to you.”
“Code extraction could potentially invite imperial checks.”
“I know. That’s why you move so carefully.”
No matter how chaotic the imperial family is and how low its popularity has fallen, the imperial family is still the imperial family.
Even if they set the date, it wouldn’t be safe even if it was a magic tower.
“I don’t like the way you look at things.”
“… … .”
Jirima did not even listen to Nazariu’s complaints.
It was just a remark that didn’t have much nutritional value.
On the one hand, it was not the time to worry about such things.
“Don’t worry.”
“Yes. I feel it.”
Nazariu raised his head from stroking Paracelsus.
Jirimado also quietly looked around.
It was a street with nothing but them, but that silence made it all the more threatening.
“So didn’t I tell you? Even though the tail we left behind was long, it was too long.”
As soon as Jiri finished speaking, two servants quickly pulled their hoods over their heads.
These robes, available only at the Star of David, were in fact each and every one of them artifacts.
It was a kind of weapon that helped with the circulation of magical power and increased efficiency.
They sensed the presence surrounding the carriage and tried to activate their magic.
“I told you not to do that. Our kids will take care of everything. Why are you doing that? Right?”
The two servants nodded, but then noticed a stone that had just fallen on their heads.
The servant on the right quickly made a gun shape with his right hand and tried to shoot the air gun to shoot it down.
I was secretly laughing inside.
It seemed that Ragnar’s men had smelled the scent and were chasing them late, but the way they attempted a surprise attack seemed like a very clever idea, as they thought that they might be ignorant seeds with brains full of muscles.
‘Shows that there is art even in battle.’
Unlike the sweaty, ignorant inspectors, magicians are those who pursue elegant art and noble truth.
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From the beginning, I wanted to clearly teach them that we stand in different positions.
Taang!
An air bullet was fired from the tip of the index finger.
Since I had even cast a targeting spell, shooting it down should be no problem.
But just before the air grenade collided.
Jirima quickly examined the composition of the stone with her exploration magic, but was startled for a moment.
“for a moment……!”
The servants had no time to wonder why their boss suddenly did this.
Phew!
The moment the stone shattered, the brain inside it exploded.
Kwarrurung! Kwarrurung! Kwarrur!
Woorrr-
Kwakwakwakwang!
Lightning struck in all directions.
The miniature version of the Yeouiju that Theo had inspired from the eclipse was already a terrible weapon in itself.
The problem was what happened after the lightning struck.
This was because the four brain dragons that emerged from the ground were biting each other’s bodies, increasing the explosive power.
-Hydra Bolt.
As expected, the explosive power was tremendous, as expected from a magic created by Theo by mixing the breath of the brain dragon and magic.
Kururur-
Hehehehe!
As a result, the horses were instantly turned to charcoal and the carriage overturned and was completely destroyed.
“Magic… …!”
“Damn it! It’s canceling!”
Furthermore, after confirming that the Hydra Bolt had spread to the magical EMP, the servants’ faces turned pale.
Because for magicians, not being able to move their magical power was a fatal weakness.
Phew phew!
And at that moment, the blackout that flew in struck the nape of the neck of the two servants, severing their breath.
Paaaa-
The frost that settled in the wake of the lightning storm slightly slowed down Jiri’s movements as he tried to overcome the aftereffects of the EMP and form a seal.
at the same time,
Chew!
“Stop moving. If you do anything stupid, your head will be blown off.”
A sharp blade was placed under Jiri’s chin.
‘When on earth did it happen… …!’
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Jirima broke out in a cold sweat.
Lightning storms, followed by electromagnetic waves that interfere with magic, the appearance of frost, and even a bitter wind.
It was a battle method that was clearly planned by someone who knew all too well how to ‘hunt’ wizards.
The fact that he was subdued like this before he could fully display his abilities as a 7-star wizard was proof of that.
But the biggest problem was that the only successor to the Magic Tower had already been subdued.
And that too, against an opponent who had already had a competitive spirit once before.
“Nazariu Monte.”
Nazariu glanced down at the two swords that were tightly attached to the left and right of his neck like a mold and crossed in front of his Adam’s apple.
Telekinesis.
A young man of the same age, far away, was using a technique that even wizards found difficult to use.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to come with us for a moment.”
Black hair and crimson eyes.
It was Theo.
How the bastard of the Return Sword Family lives
