Chapter 133
“If there’s anything else you want, just say so.”
Fluffy.
“You may use what I have given you as you wish.”
The winner of this battle was Regent Locke. He clearly won, so why am she feeling so angry, sad, and empty?
“It’s strange, these are rare and hard-to-get items, how did you get them so easily?”
This question was easily solved.
“I opened the warehouse of the Fatal Emperor.”
“…”
The other person was the actual ruler of a country.
“Ugh. Damn, disassemble!”
She should have asked for a mythical item, not just a hard-to-get or hard-to-obtain tem!
The wizards’ eyes lit up and they were not at all pleased to get their hands on my wish list.
She just hated Regent Locke for handing it to her like it was a red herring.
“Yes, feel free to spend it.”
These were things she would have to get someday anyway.
It was a shame that the things she’d been trying to get from the Sperom twins, Mehen, or her father were so easy to come by, but a good thing was a good thing.
“First, item enhancements.”
She now enhanced all of the “Support Artifacts for Low Health Mages” series, which are now her Treasure No. 2.
These artifacts are all good, but it’s a shame that they’ll break if you don’t check them in time. They’re also expensive.
“And then there’s…”
She pulled out a diary that she hadn’t taken off her person since she found it rolling around the auction house.
“Laplace’s Diary Unsealed.”
Jungseok was supposed to use a Pair item called Laplace’s Pen.
“Somehow, I think I can do it the easy way.”
The key items were all in her hand. All thanks to Duke Regent.
In the original novel, the original owner of the Laplace’s Diary was Ciel in the mid-to-late novel. It was useful because it synergized well with Ciel’s Golden Eye.
There was still some hesitation, “Can I keep this item?
“No, you’re supposed to be healthy.”
To get healthy, she needed Laplace’s diary.
“In this place the devil sleeps.”
The words you still see when you open the first page.
“There is a ‘devil’ sleeping here.”
Not a real devil.
There is something called the “Four Great Demons of the History of Science”.
The one sleeping here is the Devil of Laplace, which refers to a being with infinite intellectual power that knows all the information of the present and can perfectly infer the past and future based on its values.
It’s akin to the Akashic Records, which are said to contain the entire history of the universe, but with a different twist.
Anyway, this diary was a medium to summon the ‘demon’, which, in short…
‘You can make a deal.’
She wrote her name in the journal with the Quill of Truth and placed a combination of items she had received from Duke Regent over the years.
Next, she recites the promised mantra.
“Demon of Laplace, tell me the whole truth.”
As if she had said the right mantra, the journal rumbled and burst into light, devouring all the items she had offered.
Whirrrrrrrrrrrr.
She was relieved as she watched in disbelief as the journal scattered into pieces, forming a giant magic circle.
An incredible sight.
Whatever the origin of the items, her purpose in obtaining them was one thing.
‘I know all the current information.’
So, a sort of…
status window.
[checks user].
She can ask anything.
[Synchronizing…]
[Enter your question].
Naturally, at this point in time, the first question she had to ask was predetermined.
“How long do I have to live?”
[Gathering information].
[Inferring the future…]
After some time passes.
The window blinked and gave the answer.
[D-521]
Crazy deadline.
***
“It is reported that troops from Halbern and the Knights of Saren have been deployed on the border with Albrecht.”
“The Archduke of Halbern is asking Duke Regent for an audience with him.”
In contrast to the calm of Locke Castle, the international situation grew worse by the day.
Concern is creeping up on Pythal, but Regent shows no sign of wavering in the face of pressure from all sides.
Instead, he smirked and muttered.
“They’ve decided.”
What didn’t happen six years ago is happening now?
Halbern’s brazen show of force could only be met with laughter.
Besides.
“A Sky Tower has appeared in Pythal’s airspace…”
“They are requesting permission to stay…”
Halbern’s troops were being kept out of the border, but the wizards’ sky towers were moving in plain sight.
Not that the mages are a warlike people, but then again, you never know.
“Public opinion is stirring.”
“Leave it alone.”
Regent chose to ignore them.
Neither of them could be touched easily, and the war with the Phythals wasn’t the only thing they cared about.
“And Arellin?”
“She’s quiet today.”
“Really?”
Regent was looking forward to seeing what else the troublemaker daughter would do today to annoy him.
It would have been annoying on any other human, but coming from a child who looked just like Sione, it was a clever move with clear intent.
He found it funny and pleasing, not disliked or annoyed.
What’s wrong with her naiveté, thinking that if she keeps getting into trouble like that, one day she’ll get tired of her and let her go?
‘Sione wasn’t that naive.’
Naive?
He laughed, remembering the least descriptive word for the woman.
The tingling sensation of a knife cut and the pain of tingling flesh blurred as he remembered Sione.
All of them had changed since he’d brought Arellin here.
The phantasmagoria was getting better, something that all the doctors, the High Priestess of the Temple, and the senior healers of the Tower had failed to accomplish.
‘How can we get this out?’
That wasn’t the only change.
He was a man of great self-objectification, and he knew better than anyone that he was emotionally empty.
Half of it was Sione’s fault for leaving him in the abyss, but half of it was his natural temperament.
The sensation of looking at someone and feeling cute and adorable, something he never thought he had.
Sometimes, when he watched Arellin munching on something, or when he watched her scamper around on her tiny little hands, he felt a strange sensation.
Has he ever felt such a trivial sentiment? Was he even human enough to think this?
Is this what people call “peace”?
As he stared at Arellin playing with an expression on her face that said everything he was thinking, he sometimes thought that if he could live like this, nothing else would matter.
He also knew that his own deterioration had allowed the castle to breathe a little easier, which made him happier overall.
“What happened to the international lawsuit?”
“It’s being heard in the castle of Lemren, where the International Tribunal is located. They’ve told me they’ll handle it carefully, given the number of cases.”
“Do you have any information on who will be the judge?”
“Yes. It’s not easy to find out because the Holy State has it at the highest security level.”
Duke Regent was getting pretty worked up about this one.
“On a separate note, the Holy State has asked me to provide hard proof of paternity.”
“How dare you question my blood?”
Duke Regent discomfort showed. The deputy scowled.
“The more certainty the better,” he said, “for you have already gone through the proper authentication procedures in Halbern when you were placed on the noble rolls and the sebo.”
“Good. Get ready.”
***
[D-521]
Less than two years?
For a moment, she stiffened, then she became frustrated.
“No, I worked out like that! I’ve been taking supplements like that! I thought I was in good health! Am I being scammed?”
What’s the point of all her hard work?!
Contrary to her thoughts, the blinking window gave her a heartless answer.
[Cooldown until next question: 5 hours].
“You bastard…”
