Chapter 60 : Chapter 60

Chapter 60 - A Demonic Realm Can Exist Without Demons

The head of the Mystics family and the fourth wife of the Family Head.

Moirena Mystics summoned the Silver Mask, as well as the Gold Mask and Bronze Mask, at the same time.

The Silver Mask, one of the three divine servants of the Mystics, was on pins and needles in this seat.

“Silver Mask. A month has already passed. Why is the Fifth Son still alive?”

The Silver Mask spoke after a short silence.

“I got Halsin out of the whale and sent him the Fifth Son's location, but he failed. It is currently understood that he has been captured alive.”

“Which means. We have to assume that the Fifth Son has found out about our assassination attempt.”

“…That is correct.”

The Silver Mask's expression was not visible, but inside, he bit his lip.

I was careless.

I thought the Fifth Son would not be in his right mind after pulling off the crazy feat of conquering Eclipse.

So I sent him.

Since there were even hostages, I thought it would surely go smoothly.

Furthermore, his abilities were sure to be outstanding within Eclipse.

Because in there, the sun, which should be the center of light, was as good as non-existent.

And yet, all expectations were overturned.

‘The Fifth Son who came out of the Eclipse altar was fine, and moreover, that man who looked so shabby was a user of a tremendous curse.’

And who on earth was the boy next to him….

It was full of unclear and inaccurate information.

The Silver Mask couldn't easily say anything and just bowed his head.

Then the Gold Mask giggled and said.

“This is why the Silver Mask won't do. Family Head. Please leave it to me.”

Light pink hair fell long behind the Gold Mask.

For a woman, her voice was mixed with a lot of breath, so you have to keep your wits about you just listening to it.

Because even a simple conversation could be a trigger for an illusion.

Family Head Moirena nodded.

“I'll leave it to you. Gold Mask. Do not disappoint me.”

“Do you think I hold the position of Gold for nothing? Don't you worry.”

The Silver Mask glared at her sharply.

‘I've given that crazy ghost bitch an opportunity. But you'll feel it too. The Fifth Son is no pushover.’

When you think you've caught him, he's two steps ahead.

And when you think you've killed him, a blade is at your back.

The guy who you can't tell who the illusionist is hunted a vampire hunter and obtained Eclipse.

How on earth did he do it?

“All three of you, withdraw.”

They scattered.

They had to, but before that, for a moment.

The Silver Mask stopped the Gold Mask.

No matter how much of a colleague and rival she was, he had to warn her.

“Gold Mask. Do not underestimate the Fifth Son. Hasty judgment is forbidden until we know how he obtained Eclipse.”

The Gold Mask smiled wryly behind her mask.

“I know well that the Fifth Son's head is sharp. So the altar was actually a riddle type. All he had to do was somehow reach the center.”

“Then how did he get to that center?”

“You said the man with him was strong. It must have been with his help.”

“…I know that your illusions and Spirit Sorcery are strong. But if you fail, the Mystics cannot escape.”

The Gold Mask chuckled.

“Why run away? All we have to do is win.”

The Gold tapped the Silver's shoulder.

“Just watch. First, I'll go to D-District in Dusk Citadel, wait for the Fifth Son, then take his head, and as a bonus, I'll bring back the hunter's head too.”

The moment the Gold Mask finished speaking, she disappeared.

She left nothing behind, as if she had never been there.

Not her own traces, her scent, nor her appearance.

“…Was that an illusionary clone? She's gotten stronger while I wasn't looking.”

Unlike before, I didn't even notice it this time.

To think that the mana wavelength is so identical to the main body even when using a curse.

Her skill was certainly admirable.

As expected of someone from a collateral branch of the Mystics.

“That skill will have to work on the Fifth Son too. No. It will work.”

It was not baseless confidence.

“The Fifth Son is still young. There's no way he has countermeasures for illusions.”

Even if he had hurriedly made them the moment he found out we were the enemy, he couldn't stop the Gold Mask with something hastily prepared.

Things will go well.

But for some reason.

The Silver Mask couldn't suppress his uneasy premonition.

***

We moved to the citadel by Griffin.

I also changed into ordinary clothes.

The Butler who tried to follow was caught by the Head Maid and was undergoing mandatory education (?).

Now, even Lubosch enjoyed flying.

Although his lips were sealed shut and his eyes were tightly closed, he was quiet.

However, the one who should have been screaming was Halsin.

Because he flew with both his arms held by his feet, not his back.

Landing on the ground.

Halsin clicked his tongue as he looked at Lubosch, who was catching his breath.

“Look at this weak thing. What's a man so scared of that he's grimacing.”

“…I don't want to hear about being a man from someone who obsesses over peanut butter at that age.”

“Ahem! I merely like it, it's not an obsession. And peanut butter is the most perfect food in this world. It's not strange to praise it.”

To say that carrying around a jar of peanut butter all the time isn't an obsession.

This was a new perspective.

“Yes, yes. Spread a lot for yourself. And seal your coffin with hardened peanut butter too.”

“Khahahat. If only my core were fine, I would have knocked out all your teeth. What a shame.”

“Go ahead and try. I can win even with just a broomstick.”

A young man who refuses to lose to a middle-aged man who doesn't act his age.

A fifty-year-old who threatens to murder a young man.

It's a conversation that makes one's chest tighten.

My brow furrowed on its own.

“It's annoying, so stop fighting. Halsin, you go where you were told to go.”

“…Any method of seeing that so-called son should be fine, right?”

“Do as you wish.”

Halsin, who has no mana, can only peek at best.

And whatever dangerous thing he does, Lubosch here will follow him.

He knew his role very well, so he warned.

“You see this, right? If it touches you just once, you won't even be able to eat that peanut butter you like so much. Act within the bounds of common sense.”

Purple poison wells up red and blue from his index finger.

The Death Sword Finger, a technique that turns even a finger into an unparalleled dagger.

When his peanut butter was threatened, he nodded seriously.

“I'll keep that in mind.”

Lubosch turned his head.

“Then what are your plans, Youngest Son?”

“I'm going to Edwin. There's something to discuss.”

“I understand. I'll see you later then.”

“Lubosch, your role is only surveillance. Not escort.”

We parted after leaving a word of caution.

Halsin's steps were ordinary due to his lack of mana, and Lubosch had to match his pace.

The Youngest Son entered the citadel much faster than them and flew across the rooftops to D-District.

But in front of that district, he had to go normally.

This was because, through recent collaboration with Josephine, the defense level of D-District alone had become unusually high.

“…Are those Imperial Guards, or Supervising Soldiers?”

The Supervising Soldiers of D-District were on a different level, so to speak.

They were definitely not at the level of mere Supervising Soldiers.

Look at that advanced Pressurized Poison Gas sprayer.

By introducing the technology of the firearms shop, they could not only shoot Pressurized Poison Gas directly.

But also compress it into a bullet and shoot it.

It was a Pressurized Poison Gas grenade.

With just the firepower of the Supervising Soldiers visible on the streets right now, conquering a village without walls would be a piece of cake.

Furthermore, the person of power with such military force was a subordinate of the Youngest Son.

‘There's nothing more reassuring than a well-raised public official.’

It was even more so if one was within that public official's district.

The path to enter the interior past the D-District boundary.

The streets were clean, and there were not a few flowers of laughter on people's faces.

“Life is worth living, so I'm even saving up.”

“Right? I started thinking about the future. The thought of dying today has disappeared.”

“It's all thanks to Sir Edwin. Thanks to him, last month, for the first time in 30 years, there was no expenditure on shop repair costs, you know?”

If I only saw this scene, I would believe it even if they said it wasn't Dusk Citadel.

‘Public sentiment seems good too.’

I arrived at the Associate Councilor's building with my hands clasped appropriately behind my back.

The building didn't have a magnificent feel, but it was neat.

Such a neat building had a back alley.

It was a back alley that the building owner had made only for the flip side.

I went to a deserted area, quietly jumped over the wall, and pushed aside the landscaping vines.

A small, hidden door was revealed.

Behind that door, a staircase that only went up led to the councilor's office.

“You've come.”

“It's been a while. Youngest Son.”

Edwin and Jubel were sitting in the office.

Jubel also had to be present for the talk.

It was natural since it was related to the domain.

“Jubel. How are the preparations from last time?”

Rather than a light greeting, I asked about the work progress as I sat down.

To survive tomorrow and the day after a month, I have to live saving every second now.

“The White Tower, which will be the main building of the vaccine clinic. Manpower preparation is complete. I've hired skilled Poison Demon Sorcerers.”

“Good work.”

Poison Demon Sorcerers, like the Head Maid, were people who could make life-saving medicine.

Wild Poison Demon Sorcerers were those who performed that combination and experimentation without distinguishing between others' bodies and their own.

By taking in such people, educating them, and controlling them, one refined councilor is born.

The White Tower, as a gathering place for such councilors, will become a place sought after not just in the east, but by the world.

It would show a significant effect in erasing the image of a demonic realm.

“The promotional effect of it being the main building of the vaccine clinic will be especially effective for nobles.”

“Because nobles are people who would rather spend money than waste time.”

Edwin slapped his knee.

“You're making them seek out the main building rather than going to ‘any place’ in a big city or town!”

“And if a named noble comes first and gives an endorsement, that speed will increase even more.”

“Who would be a good named noble for that?”

Edwin asked.

However, no answer was heard.

Only the eyes of the Youngest Son and Jubel were staring blankly at him.

“M-Me?”

At that question, Jubel chuckled heartily.

“It seems you're not aware because your status changes every day, but. Edwin, you are a famous noble.”

“E-Even so, it's only within D-District.”

“Isn't D-District part of Dusk Citadel? And a councilor of Dusk Citadel has more influence than most nobles. An Associate Councilor is not insignificant either.”

An Associate Councilor also just had less power among the councilors.

It was a position that could voice an opinion at the monthly regular meetings.

As it was a newly created position, the chairman's influence was also considerable.

His position could be said to be quite solid.

But there was one more problem.

“But I am healthy…. To visit a councilor, I'd have to be sick first, uh…?”

Edwin, who found the answer while speaking.

He was a smart fellow, as expected.

Jubel smiled as if to say not to worry.

“Didn't I say the councilors' origins are Poison Demon Sorcerers? Making one person sick is no big deal. Hmm.”

“Yes. Don't worry and just get sick.”

“Th-Thank you?”

It seemed like an answer that didn't fit the situation, but he couldn't say anything else.

In the midst of that, another thought came to him.

“But this White Tower and the councilors…. If they are Poison Demon Sorcerers, can't they be converted into military power in an emergency…?”

“Shh.”

The Youngest Son closed his eyes, pretending not to hear, and Jubel placed his index finger in front of his lips.

“A sword is more threatening when it is not seen.”

“Y-Yes, of course.”

Edwin trembled slightly and looked at his office.

It was an ordinary space, but today it somehow looked like a secret meeting of a criminal organization.

They were definitely talking about a clinic, but it instantly became an assassination squad.

Only the White Tower has been mentioned now, but what else is hidden in that domain?

No, is it right to call it a domain?

‘In my eyes, it still looks like a demonic realm….’

However, the master of that demonic realm had only changed from a demon to the Youngest Son.

It was a small but very big change.

It had changed from a demonic realm where only demons existed to a demonic realm where humans could also exist.

I became very curious who the first guest to enter that demonic realm would be.

And as if to satisfy that curiosity right away.

A seemingly urgent hand knocked on the door from outside.

“Councilor…! Urgent news! A meteor is reportedly falling on D-District!”

“…?”

The listening Youngest Son's eyebrows shot up on their own.

What bullshit is this.

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