Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~ Chapter 406 - Episode Fifty-Two - A Visitor from the Fire Country (2)(Side: Jeem)

Chapter 406 - Episode Fifty-Two - A Visitor from the Fire Country (2)(Side: Jeem)

On the outskirts of the Russell Village in Baron Lark’s domain in the Dinrat Kingdom, there was the figure of Jeem of the Five Grand Masters and four warrior monks hiding in black robes.

In front of them stood a towering metal cylinder.

The cylinder had a simple exterior.

There were no decorations, and a lump of magic ore was installed in the ceiling.

“Hihohoho …… it looks just as I’ve heard. While the crazy sorcerer is away, let’s take a look at the core heart of this thing. Hey, whoever’s confident, let’s go a.n.a.lyze it.”

At Jeem’s words, one of the warrior monks bowed his head and preceded him to the door.

When the warrior monk puts his hand on the door, a magic circle unfolds around his palm.

It was an a.n.a.lysis to determine if there was a trap or not.

Jeem takes a few steps back from the scene.

It would have been more reliable if he had done it himself, but since he didn’t know what kind of system was in place, he didn’t want to touch it.

If he tried to open the door carelessly, he could not leave out the possibility that some kind of attack would be launched unconditionally.

If something happened, he would activate the trap and then sacrifice the decoy to retreat.

“But, Jeem-sama, what is this ……”

“This repulsive metal lump is called a magic wave tower. That’s what my reconnaissance tells me. I don’t know what the purpose of the name is, but I’ve heard that it’s supposed to be able to give directionality to gravitational ma.s.ses and fire them. If the existence of this were to be exposed, the Dinrat Kingdom would be frowned upon by all the surrounding nations, and it would be a reenactment of the mythical war.”

“T-That thing is ……!? But if that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to expose their existence and let other countries attack them rather than taking out some of their weapons? Hopefully, the Dinrat Kingdom will be destroyed without us having to do anything about it. Isn’t it a bit risky to hold on to such a dangerous thing?”

Jeem shook his head briefly, denying what the warrior monk is saying.

“Hihohoho, rumor has it that this is something that could damage even the Great Evil G.o.d Kudor. If that’s true, then it’s the most powerful weapon in history. The groundwork has already been laid for a war centered on the Dinrat Kingdom, which can be triggered at any time. Don’t you think that a weapon that can sc.r.a.pe away Kudor’s spirit body would be much more valuable than something like that?”

Jeem opened his mouth wide and laughed.

The warrior monks gulped and swallowed.

“…… I had no idea that the Dinrat Kingdom was building such magical weapons in the middle of nowhere. What did they originally build this for?”

“I guess its scale is more than just curiosity.”

The warrior monks approached the tower and gazed at the lump of magic ore on the ceiling.

“There is a mortal priest in this country, Peter. He’s a high-ranking forbidden alchemist who made himself an immortal, and monster who controls the political world of Dinrat Kingdom from behind the scenes. He is said to have been connected with the rebel Rimud. It’s not surprising that he’s heard about the movements of the Maharaun Kingdom and our faction led by Jeem.”

“So he’s been developing weapons in remote areas in preparation for emergencies. It would have been foolish to leave them along the border in a remote area with little security, just for camouflage.”

Jeem snickered as he looked at the warrior monks.

(Huh, they’re just saying whatever they want.)

In the beginning, the warrior monks’ awareness of Peter was just one of the p.a.w.ns on the board for Jeem.

The Dinrat kingdom is not something that Jeem pays much attention to.

Only the Great Evil G.o.d Kudor is his enemy, and the rest are just weaknesses that can be fettered for the Great Evil G.o.d Kudor.

But Jeem didn’t even bother to tell them that story.

For Jeem, even his position as one of the Five Grand Masters who ruled the Maharaun Kingdom, and currently standing at the de facto head of the kingdom with even King Magna at his back, was just one of many masks.

The Maharaun Kingdom was also a p.a.w.n for Jeem to hit Kudor and strip him of his spirit body.

In fact, Peter is just a p.a.w.n that can be cooked in any way I want, but from the standpoint of one of the current Five Grand Masters, Peter is a natural opponent to be wary of.

“Jeem-sama, I didn’t detect anything that looks like a trap.”

“Hmm, they’re not so cautious. I’ve heard that the crazy sorcerer is a skilled sorcerer, but he doesn’t seem to have any crisis management skills.”

Jeem nodded and laughed in a low voice.

At that moment, a ball of light suddenly shot out from the top of the tower.

Jeem and his group followed it with their eyes and looked up at the sky.

The ball of light exploded in midair, enveloping the entire area in red light.

He clucked his tongue in silence.

“…… What did I say about any trap-like thing?”

“P-P-Please forgive me, Jeem-sama! H-However, I only a.n.a.lyzed it with a thin layer of magical interference! If it reacts to something like that, it should also malfunction against the spirits in the atmosphere! That shouldn’t possible ……!”

“Fool, as if I’ll trust your words! Your word of “no trap” is already wrong, isn’t it? I’m sure Baron Lark’s private army will be here soon.”

I’m sure that the light now is for reporting.

If it was just a private army, there would be no problem, but Jeem had heard beforehand that there were some strange people in the territory, including Peter.

Jeem had no intention of losing no matter who came.

He had just defeated Rimud, one of the Five Grand Masters who were considered to be the strongest humans, without difficulty.

However, it would be unwise to start a fight here, if the delicate trap of the magic wave tower reacted to it and causes a catastrophe.

However, if we turn back and raise the cautiousness, it is not impossible that the magic wave tower itself, which is a great anti-Kudor weapon, will be destroyed.

(I wanted to bring Gillemeim, but he was reluctant to touch this territory in the first place …… He could have not only disarmed the trap and taken out the control part of the magic wave tower, but he could have a.n.a.lyzed it instantly and manipulated it to his liking. I’m no stranger to magic, but …… if it’s built in to pinpoint and react to the weak magic a.n.a.lysis, this is going to be a little tricky.)

Jeem put his hand on his chin and pondered.

“…… I’ll take care of the a.n.a.lysis by myself, split up, and start a ma.s.sacre in the village. You have to make as much noise as possible to distract them so that they can’t get to me.”

“Yes, sir! Jeem-sama!”

The warrior monks split up into two groups and ran towards the village.

“…… Well then, I must hurry up with the a.n.a.lysis. Let me do some of that.”

Jeem touched the door and brought up the magic circle to a.n.a.lyze it.

It was risky to do it myself, but I couldn’t let this opportunity pa.s.s me by.

It was already clear that his men were not up to the task.

“…… Apparently, there is some kind of strange magical power circulating in the tower. In addition, it changes the way it flows according to your magic power and tries to slip through the a.n.a.lysis. You can’t pick up anything suspicious if you use poor sensing.”

Jeem touched the door and said irritably.

“Jeem-sama, do you think it will work ……?”

“Shut up and watch! If it doesn’t, we’ll just have to use force.”

“Ah, Yes, sir!”

While Jeem was working on his a.n.a.lysis, someone landed behind him.

“You guys …… What are you doing messing with people’s things without their permission? That things mine, you know.”

“…… Hm, I thought only my men would be enough to control this territory.”

Jeem slowly turns his back and glares at the person who has appeared.

A dark-eyed female sorceress with orange curly hair was floating in the air with her arms crossed.

Two metal crosses floated behind her.

One on each, a warrior monk, a subordinate of Jeem’s who was supposedly on their way to the village, was reclining limp, their abdomen poked at the top.

“…… The Orange Witch, Altamir?”

Jeem said in an annoyed tone.

“It’s amazing that you recognized me at a glance. Have we ever met before?.”

“We know a little more than most people.”