There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 472



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EP.472 attacca (5)

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Inside the Dumea family mansion, a spacious dining room.

In that space where the smells of all kinds of food and the fatigue of people stung her nose, Salome was tapping on her tablet for the first time in a long time.

『[Breaking News] Dimensional gate? Magic? An unidentified circle and waves of monsters.』

『[Breaking News] The citizens of Hiraria evacuating and the Holy Knights going in the opposite direction』

『[Breaking News]’Night of Horror’… An attack by tens of thousands of monsters captured in real life.』

What appeared on her tablet were last night’s articles. Breaking news full of shaky photos, as if to prove an urgent moment.

After briefly scanning the news, Salome moved her finger to follow Dawn’s movements last night.

And then I suddenly came across a news story with an impressive title and stopped.

『A paladin who was martyred against a monster… The Holy Kingdom did not know, but the Holy Woman knew?』

News articles showed people fleeing and the Paladins moving in the opposite direction.

It was a pretty cool photo, and in proportion to it, there were a lot of comments from religious people praising the saint.

If the saint saw this, she would probably be quite embarrassed… I won’t do it. She is such a shameless woman.

Salome laughed as she thought of the saint with an eyepatch, and then admired Dawn, who had suddenly planned something.

Disguising himself as a paladin in such a short period of time was amazing, but I never thought he would sell out a saint.

Does Dawn know? If he had transformed into an Earthling or an unidentified person, Hiraria would have been subjected to external political pressure.

Fortunately, the Asha people had solved the problem among themselves, so developed countries like France and the United States could not intervene and just watched. As she continued to think, Karenin’s voice woke her up.

“Do it while eating cake.”

Tak-Geju placed a large honey cake on the table right in front of her and left for the kitchen again without even receiving a thank you.

The sight of the monster waddling towards the kitchen was truly awkward, but no one in the restaurant was surprised or scared.

Karenin was also a comrade who risked his life to protect the outer wall last night.

… Anyway, Salome took a big bite of the honey cake with her fork and turned her attention back to the tablet.

『Incoming monsters, unidentified portals, even testimonies of seeing a dragon… What happened in Hiraria?』

『’Help each other in hell.’ Field news from Hiraria.』

The first thing that caught my eye were news articles that objectively summarized the situation. But that news was only part of it.

“Shock! Citizens caught up in a power struggle inside the Magic Tower! A monster revolution following the air conditioning revolution?』

『Production of monsters for military purposes… Another magic tower that violates international law. Is it okay like this?』

『[Editorial] A tragedy caused by the Asha people’s shallow democracy… There must be active intervention from the international community.』

Most of the articles that took up the news pages were written from Earth’s perspective, blatantly looking down on Asha…

『The corruption of the Magic Tower Senate! Hitler and Annenerbe were behind it?!

『Interview with Pastor Fred F. ‘The Saint and the Apocalypse Church have an uneasy alliance.’』

… Just articles that conspiracy theorists would like.

Still, Salome persevered and moved her fingers in search of knights who were still intact.

『Is there another Doomsday Church behind it? Magic Top Lord ‘I will not make excuses about the church.’』

『“A sin that cannot be washed away”… The previous Magic Tower lord Sabina and other major figures of the Magic Tower are on trial.』

『Closing the Senate, suddenly opening the Magic Tower… Tomasi, Mabapju: “It can’t go on like this.” Burn the will for reform.』

『Hiraria’s problems are solved by Hiraria… ‘Minimize diplomatic interference.’』

Fortunately, not all reporters were head-turned. Although the number was relatively small, there were definitely articles that reflected the opinions of the Magic Tower.

After Salome was relieved that the Mage Tower’s efforts to hold a public trial had not been in vain, she checked the most viewed articles…

『’I came at the call of a hero.’』

what is this? She couldn’t beat the aggro and pressed her title.

The article contained short and bold interviews with knights who had slaughtered 10,000 monsters together, but there was absolutely no information about who the warriors were or how they knew or called them.

I checked the replies just in case, but there wasn’t a single nutritious reply.

There are only useless comments such as the armor the knights are wearing being in the style of the old Imperial Knights or that warriors do not exist.

In the end, Salome decided to ask the interviewee.

“Hey, knight?”

Her voice woke Sancho, who was dozing across the table with bread in his mouth.

He opened his eyes wide, swallowed the bread, and answered.

“Did you call me? “A noble lady?”

Noble lady… Come to think of it, I was the heir of the Dumea family.

I often forgot that fact because I was surrounded by high-ranking people like saints and elf princesses. Huh, it’s been a while since she was treated like a noblewoman, and she spoke in a ladylike manner.

“Yes, I have something to ask you.”

“To me? hmm… “Ask me anything.”

She immediately held out the tablet.

“Is what is written here in this article true? “I came because the hero called me.”

“Ah, I was wondering what you wanted to ask… .”

Sancho, rubbing his eyes, raised his glass of water and answered.

“Is that true?”

He took a gulp of water and pointed to the other side of the table, where Dawn was sitting with her grandmother, Tomas, and Seti, talking about something.

“The leader, who is sleeping now, and I and that friend… To be precise, I came here because Miss Seti called me. The fact that I came because the hero called me is just something I said in an interview. what… “I did that interview because my friend asked me to do it.”

“… .”

“Did you get the answer?”

Salome nodded and thought. Ah, this person doesn’t know that Dawn is a warrior.

In a way, it was natural. Considering his purpose, it was better not to reveal that he was a hero.

Then why did you ask for this interview? Is it for aggro?

The moment she tilts her head like that.

The magician jumped up and shouted so loudly that the restaurant had to leave.

“You bastard! Even so, it’s still not worth ten thousand dollars per animal!”

What else? When Salome and Sancho turned their heads in surprise at the same time, Lord Matab was even pointing his finger and getting angry.

“If you sell just one of those monsters on the black market, you can get a hundred times that much! “Why do you hit that like that?”

Is this a story about the remaining elite monsters?

While Sancho lost interest and began to doze off again, Salome stared at Dawn and Seti.

Unlike Dawn, who smiled awkwardly, Seti had her arms crossed and even snorted.

“Isn’t it something that will only attract attention from the international community if you have it anyway? We tried to dispose of it in good faith… Well, if you don’t like it, don’t do it.”

“… .”

“Oh, and you said you were selling it on the black market? Please try hard. The international community has a reason to intervene… Especially because I love America so much that I would die. Yes?”

The Mage Tower frowned arrogantly, unable to refute. Seti quietly poked his head towards him and said.

“Fifteen thousand dollars per animal. Instead, the cost of adding it to Beria’s beads is free. how is it?”

Where on earth did you learn those bargaining skills? Aren’t you the same age as me? For a moment, Salome watched the two with a dumbfounded expression.

Yeo-myeong, who was only watching, intervened.

“Hey, Seti. “That’s too much.”

“is it?”

“The cost of restoring the Magic Tower will be quite high… Here, instead of maintaining 15,000 per animal, the cost of inserting monsters into Beria’s beads is calculated separately… In addition, the investment money requested by the tower owner will be invested in Hiraria. how is it?”

“what… “If that’s what Dawn’s suggestion is.”

When Seti withdrew, Matabju accepted the condition as if he had no choice.

“Ha, I’m glad we can talk to you at least.”

Tomas shook hands with Dawn and glanced at Seti.

And Salome, who was watching it from afar, struggled to suppress a bitter smile.

This couple seems like a fraud group. Dawn was also the one who hit the price.

Anyway, after looking at them for a moment, Salome put down her tablet and looked out the restaurant window.

Beyond the broken window in the aftermath of the battle, the sun was slowly tilting its head.

It’s already time like this.

Salome stood up after seeing that the shadows under people’s feet were stretching out like the hands of a clock.

And then I headed to the courtyard where my grandmother was still busy with post-war processing.

Goodbye… Because the sooner it was later, the better.

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“I didn’t know you were still alive.”

Ekemo’s voice clearly rang through the room, but the knight commander wiped his mace in silence.

Mace, who had beaten countless monsters to death and withstood thousands of volcanic eruptions, continued to spit out blood and grime as if he were exhausted.

The knight commander, who had been cleaning his mace for a while, took out a new cloth and armor and opened his mouth.

“Are you just asking how I am? But it sounds to me like I should have died. It’s a pity, but I’m not a very noble person considering my position. “It’s very sad just to see you like this.”

“… .”

“Well, whatever your true feelings, these are not appropriate first words for a wizard who started a revolution instead of sending the Magic Tower to war. “Isn’t that right?”

Ekemo laughed bitterly. As he bowed his head, the knight commander sprinkled water on his armor.

Let’s wait for a moment for the hardened blood to flow down along with the water.

Ekemo carefully closed the door and spoke.

“How much do you know about these thousand people?”

“Well, wouldn’t I know better than you?”

Ekemo looked at the red-stained cloth, then looked at the knight commander again. His strong body was weakened, but his eyes remained strong.

“I don’t know what you want to know, but to me, he is a young knight who introduced himself as Seti’s lover. Are you done?”

“He probably isn’t an officially ordained knight… “Is that just why you came to help?”

“Even without formal ordination, he is a knight. Who else but a knight can fight avoidable battles for a favor and defend his honor even in the face of death? And what is so strange about me coming to the aid of such a knight?”

Knighthood is determined by action, not by appointment. That was the conclusion reached by the director in an era when empires fell and superhumans became celebrities.

“… .”

Ekemo didn’t answer but thought about something for a while.

Eventually, he revealed the reason why he came.

“Then, do you also know that he is the saint’s son?”

The knight commander flinched and stopped his hand. But it was only for a moment. He moved the rag again to wipe the armor, and said, wringing out the blood-stained rag.

“No, I didn’t know. but… .”

The leader looked at the bucket filled with water for a moment and thought. Blood is thicker than water. No, it’s thicker than anything else.

After all, where does that blood go? Only then did he realize why the saint had appeared in her dream.

“… “It’s not particularly strange.”

After swallowing all his thoughts, the leader took out a new cloth, soaked it in oil, and rubbed the clean breastplate. Ekemo said, looking back and forth at the reflection of his armor and his weapon.

“Do you know why I’m telling you this?”

“It’s not like I’m trying to make up for old mistakes… “Well, I don’t know.”

After finishing oiling the armor, the leader started oiling the mace as well. The weapon that struck Ekemo’s body last night silently contained oil.

“One day, when this becomes known, they will come after him.”

“… them?”

“The prophet in America… Communists. As long as they remain, he becomes a magnet for chaos.”

There was no need to explain why. The blood relationship between Dzhugashvili and the saint’s son that Dawn is familiar with.

The knight commander’s eyes sank.

“What do you want to say?”

Just like Mace, who was ready for a new battle, he looked at Ekemo with cold eyes.

“I feel overwhelmed just paying for my sins, let alone helping him. But the leader… “It’s different.”

Ekemo’s voice contained a small sense of shame. He was the shame of an intellectual who knew a lot but was unable to prepare.

A wise man learns from shame. The knight commander decided to trust his sincerity.

“Mahagan’s disciple, I will tell you one of my little secrets if you promise not to tell others.”

“What is?”

“I made an oath to the saint on the battlefield. “I will be the godfather of his son in the future.”

Ekemo did not answer.

With a sense of relief or shame at having behaved foolishly in his eyes, the knight commander spoke for the last time.

“The later it is known that he is the saint’s son, the better… Now go, and keep this secret for as long as you can, possibly forever.”

***

Beatrice, Girraria correspondent for the Italian press Gazzetta, was not frustrated.

Even if the editorial department arbitrarily edited the content, claiming that your article crossed the line, and even if the number of views on the article was messed up…

‘What about the article that said Italian superhumans would have been better at hunting monsters? If it’s a shitty sports media, they’ll just publish articles about it.’

Beatrice was not frustrated. She was too young to be frustrated in a city like this.

Anyway, instead of fighting the editorial department and escaping from Hiraria, she decided to do the journalist thing.

Discovering new and exciting information one step faster than others.

In that sense, the Matapju trial was not a very interesting topic. Isn’t this the story that other reporters have seen and written anyway?

Hitler? Her country, Italy, was the mustachioed bastard’s ally. There was nothing fun or new.

So, she ran to the magic tower that was open to the public. The idea was to beat the reporters who were busy reporting the trial and get information about the magic tower…

“Sorry, but it’s under construction.”

The ruined magic tower was nothing special. There was no overflowing mana that I had only heard about in rumors, and except for the magic that made me stand upside down on the ceiling, all of the great magics were broken.

Plus, the floor is full of holes… No, what about the ceiling?

Isn’t this a place that reminds me of collapsed cultural heritage, not to mention the mysterious magic tower?

There were a lot of things like this in Italy too. Even as she swallowed her frustration, she swarmed at the wizards, asking if there was still any room for magic left.

Normally, she would have been beaten and kicked out by the wizards, but she was lucky.

At that moment, a wizard who wanted to leave the restoration work led her to the library.

And because there was still some magic left in the Magic Tower Library, she was able to capture on camera for the first time the huge library guided by flying books.

‘That’s enough of a scoop… .’

Did they say that once a person becomes greedy, there is no end to it?

Beatrice wanted to find an even bigger hit. Even if it’s a lie, it’s a big hit that will attract the public’s attention.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly came up with an incredible idea.

What if we steal the list of wizards or their personal information through the library’s magic books?

If you add a little more flesh to it, it will definitely become an interesting article. An article about the Superhuman Olympia preliminaries is something that can be eaten up for a while.

She put her imagination into action, but Magic Tower was no fool.

-Personal information of wizards belonging to the Magic Tower cannot be disclosed.

“At least the name of the person who borrowed the book… .”

-Again, it is impossible. Unless you’re asking a book-related question, get out.

Well, she was frustrated in front of the strangely rebellious magic book. But she couldn’t back down like this. Didn’t she give up writing a trial article to report on the inside of the Magic Tower?

“Well, then can you give me information about someone who isn’t a wizard?”

-People who are not wizards cannot borrow books from the Magic Tower Library… Oh, there is one.

“there is?! Then tell me, when and who borrowed what content!”

-I cannot tell you the contents of the book. It is the property of the Magic Tower.

“Then tell me at least the name and the period!”

The magic book paused for a moment and then answered her question.

-Pasun, his name is Pasun. he is… He was the last person to borrow a book.

It’s the last time? Beatrice smiled brightly after hearing those words. It was a smile that conveyed her confidence that not even her editorial department would be able to stop her.

And a few hours later, an article titled [Savior of Hiraria, his name is Pasun?] appeared on the Gazeta Internet news page.