Welcome to the Magic Tower - Welcome to the Magic Tower chapter 59

59 – Conclusion(Up)

The sound of water overflowed everywhere to the extent that you immediately noticed that there was heavy rain pouring down, even though it was located in the sewer below the ground.

Click, click, the sound of your shoes getting wet with every step you take.

It reminds me of my childhood when I used to wear squeaky shoes and it makes me feel bubbly.

How exactly should I say, yes, the lower body is disgustingly disgusting.

Your panties are wet.

“f*ck.”

It is both surprising and distasteful that the H2O content of my shoes and socks is currently approaching 90%.

But there was another cause that made my face frown and my heart heavy.

‘…… Ohh, Matilda.’

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

It’s been a while since we broke up, and I’m already feeling extreme longing and sadness all over my body.

Could she really be the person of my destiny, or my love?!

“But it’s all over… ….”

Okay, that’s all over.

Love, war, and ninja all came to an end.

I arrived just before that.

‘It’s because I reached the boss room!’

I suddenly raised my head and looked at the throne in front of me.

A throne made of colorful jewels that does not match the hideout of the pitiful sewer.

The bosses of the underground organization siphoned off funds secretly from their subordinates to get things like this.

“Hey, make up an excuse!”

“… ….”

In any history, there has never been a head of a ninja organization that is not trash.

As I stared at it with some certainty, the old woman wearing a jet-black robe soon began to mutter with melancholy eyes.

“…… That was fifty years ago.”

Hmm, this is a story from a very distant point of view.

And then, I had a hunch that that would be a lame excuse.

It’s a bonus that I remembered the principal’s words of instruction when I was in middle and high school.

As the memories of yawning in the auditorium flashed through my mind, I was raising my hand on my sword before I knew it.

The old woman looked sideways at him and hesitated. Perhaps she herself thought that the story would be too long, so she eventually changed the subject of the story.

“Genga came through our children alone… ….”

“It was easy!”

“Really? Awesome…….”

“…… Whoops.”

Except for my true ninja role model, Matilda, they were all chaffs. Weak sorcerers to the extent that training to prepare for Irene is not helpful at all.

‘Come to think of it, do I have to listen to an excuse?’

Suddenly, I had an idea.

Originally, wouldn’t it be okay to treat him as the boss of an underground organization?

I thought so, but it wasn’t a strong enough organization to give me special treatment, and it wasn’t particularly special.

Except for Matilda, my love.

Wouldn’t it be much more rewarding to kill the old woman and find Shin Hye-young in a hurry? Okay! I have to find my precious partner, Hyeyoung!

Having come to that conclusion, as a final courtesy to the ninja boss, I picked up an advanced artifact, the ‘Immortal Ninja Sword’.

Chaeeng─. A sharp metallic sound echoed through the cramped cavity.

The old woman hurriedly held out her hand.

“Wait a minute.”

“We don’t have much time, so we have to draw out the development as soon as possible.”

“No, I really don’t want to know the story behind this throne or the secrets of the Pope! You! Brother of the current Pope, Sarhanka Garcanica!”

“…… The Pope’s secret?”

“Yes! Aren’t you curious about the Pope’s ugly secret? His stepbrother!”

As soon as I seemed to be quietly listening, the old woman gave a contemplative smile. I didn’t like that look, but I thought it might be helpful for the attack, so I made up my mind, ‘Okay, let’s just listen to what we’re hearing and get rid of it!’

Diri-ring, I heard a familiar notification sound.

“Mars Garcanica. The vicious guy has arbitrarily controlled coin prices for over half a century, and the girls of the city with enormous goods…….”

The old woman began to speak freely, but her solemn voice only grew distant. I was busy focusing on the phrase that suddenly popped into my head.

[ The fate (運命) you specified, ‘Me and Shin Hye-young will survive the sage’s ordeal,’ will be finalized soon. ]

Everything was on the verge of coming to an end.

* * *

The raindrops falling from the sky are cold.

The rainwater that hit his face ran down his jawline and all over his body.

Thanks to that, not only the face but also the clothes of the whole body were evenly drenched, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are perfectly experiencing the coolness.

As a result, the phantom pain that seemed to burn all over my body was very slight, but it subsided, so it wasn’t a bad thing or an unpleasant feeling.

The witch just looked up at the pitch-black, gloomy dark cloud sky and thought.

Not very beautiful sky. But, it’s the perfect weather for someone to die. Oh, did you think so before?

Shin Hye-young raised her hair and the corners of her mouth.

I recited a spell.

Soon, magic was formed.

–Explosion.

In terms of destructive power, it is the best attack magic among advanced magic.

But this time alone, it’s not enough to give effective damage.

So she prepared several at once so that the target would not be disappointed.

Tirik─.

[ Notoriety: 93 ]

Contrary to the expectations that Pope Mars Garconica would restore or completely defend his body within tens of seconds of his first explosion, he did not escape from the fire right away.

Could it be that he lacks judgment or ability due to aging accumulated over a long period of time?

Or did he fight with arrogance as a strong man?

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Well, no matter what.

The pope didn’t get far from the initial explosion, so she didn’t have to burn the whole city down, just hit her magic at a point where there were no more humans.

That also intelligently remotely.

Quaaa! In the distance, I could see a fire bubbling up on the outskirts of the city.

The roaring sound and the size of the explosion are incomparable to the first one, but nonetheless there is not enough to erase a person’s form.

Quang! Quaang! Quaang! He beats it over and over without remorse.

“… ….”

However, the brilliance still emanating from the fiery furnace indicated that the damn Pope was clearly alive.

So Shin Hye-young closed her eyes and immediately prepared her next magic. Magical energy flowed into her body following the magic circle that had been laid on the floor beforehand.

There was a reason why she went all the way to the underground organization to requisition the wizards.

She had a reason to assist in a large-scale magic ceremony prepared in advance, but rather to fill her limited magic power.

I didn’t feel guilty right away because it was something they agreed on.

Tirik─.

[ Notoriety: 94 ]

However, it seemed that several more people had died after reaching their limits with this magic.

Even though I didn’t kill civilians as much as possible, my notoriety is gradually running towards ‘100’.

Hyeyoung Shin looked at him with a dry expression and bit her lip.

It’s surprising that he hasn’t died even though things have worked out for him.

“…… Like cockroaches.”

It was the 17th time that I hit the explosion magic dozens of times.

It was at this point that the hitter was getting tired.

The magic circuit is broken, the head feels like it’s going to explode, or it feels like it’s going to vomit blood. There is no need to enumerate the anomalies of the body one by one——. At this rate, my death was certain.

“…… Well, at this point, I’m confident that I can kill somehow.”

If I was going to die, I wanted to return with Lee Jin-woo’s body and die in reality.

Is it rain or blood?

Shin Hye-young closed her eyes, where something flowed out in response to her magic rejection, and desperately moved only her mouth, which was supposed to recite her spell.

I wouldn’t be able to move even a single step because of lack of energy, but that was the case anyway.

Notoriety, physical condition, magic power, as well as guesswork, but the disturbing measures to block the approach of the royal guards are gradually reaching their limits.

If I don’t die with this magic, I’ll have to risk my life and sacrifice the old book to take my companion along the way.

The witch managed to make such calculations with her heavy head, and she continued to recite her spell.

* * *

…… Her hand, cracked like an old tree, grasped a piece of stone that had just formed the side of the road.

The old man was already suffering too much pain to dwell on the pain, so he grabbed the fragment as hard as he could.

With the strength of his grip, ignoring his own pain, the stone fragments cut the burn marks on his palms and caused fresh blood to flow out.

Mars used him as food and slowly carved letters into the ground.

I couldn’t say anything to the god because my throat was cooked, so it was instead.

Soon his face was distorted. Because she looked back on her own situation.

Even if it’s because of the explosion, you’re laying down in a pit. How humiliating is this situation?

That’s why the old man desperately hoped.

‘Lord, grant me grace to punish sinners.’

The Pope desperately hoped that the witch would feel the pain he felt without hesitation.

And his newcomer, ‘Moji Coin’, took out the goods that matched the wind from the account and got up to make his wish come true.

* * *

Clearly.

The god of fate opened his eyes at the sudden call.

He lifted the scales.

Life on one side, goods on the other.

And soon, one side tilted.