My Catastrophic‑Level Summon Devours Gates - Chapter 138

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Episode 138

“A disciple?”

Five question marks popped up above my head.

“I only said that for convenience. If you already have a master you’re studying under, then there’s nothing I can do.”

“There’s nothing like that in particular.”

I was learning blacksmithing from Nam Jin-woo, but

it wasn’t a formal master-disciple relationship.

I was learning thanks to the kindness of Master Han Yo-han and Nam Jin-woo.

Besides, those two were blacksmiths, so they were far from being combat-oriented masters.

“Oh. Then you might be able to grant this old man’s request?”

No.

I mean, why is the talk of disciples suddenly coming up!

“Sir Gerard. I think some prior explanation is needed.”

Phew.

Boss, nice assist.

“That’s right. The explanation was lacking.”

Sir Gerard smiled faintly as if he understood the problem.

Phew.

Now I’ll be able to grasp the situation.

“Right. Where should I start the story. When I first met that damn mage…”

Waaaait.

Sir?

Your Honor?

Hero?

“It was exactly 49 years ago in winter. When the world was in complete chaos…”

Ah, no.

Kyaaaah!

It hasn’t even been a minute since I barely crawled out of the swamp of explanations!

For over an hour after that, a detailed explanation continued about how the two heroes became friends.

To roughly summarize, it was a story about them fighting over whether magic or swords were superior.

Since there was no clear winner between them,

now they were competing through their disciples under the pretext of exchange matches.

“…That’s how it came to be.”

Don’t ask how a story that could be summarized in a few lines took over an hour.

I didn’t want to know either.

“I can’t use a sword though?”

“Still, it seems you’ve done quite a bit of training.”

Oh no.

I’ve been found out.

“Of course, I wasn’t planning to ask a necromancer to swing a sword.”

Sir Gerard pointed to Sir Isra with an elegant gesture.

“Instead, you have your summoned being, don’t you.”

Oh.

So that was your real target.

“I respect my familiars’ opinions.”

When I glanced at Sir Isra, an immediate answer came.

“My sword exists to protect my lord. I have no intention of participating in clown shows.”

“Chivalry, is it. That’s an admirable mindset.”

“Hmph. You understand something.”

Amazing.

To think there was someone who understood Sir Isra’s chivalry from the first meeting.

But something was strange.

Sir Gerard didn’t seem like he’d give up easily, but wasn’t he backing down too quickly?

“However, what if it were something that could enhance your lord’s honor?”

“Honor, you say.”

“If you defeat the direct disciple of one of the 12 Heroes, you could spread your fame.”

“Oh. That does sound quite appealing.”

Don’t be persuaded.

I’m talking about me.

I’ve already gained enough honor, you know?

Just the news of clearing the Tower of Chaos completely has piled up like a mountain, so do I need to create another issue!

“My lord.”

“If you want to do it, you should.”

“My lord’s honor will never fall to the ground!”

No.

It’s okay if it falls a little.

I’m worried there might be some bubble in it lately.

Look at the Superhuman Bureau.

They went crazy and even sent scary uncles to try to kidnap me.

I thought he was just an elderly gentleman who liked explaining things,

but he has insight.

He quickly identified what would appeal to Sir Isra and settled the matter swiftly.

In that case,

shouldn’t I receive something corresponding in return?

“It’s a bit awkward to do this just with words.”

“Hehe. Of course. Tell me if you want something.”

Normally, I would have left the negotiation to President Baek.

Since he’s someone who knows well how far deals can be pushed in situations like this.

However,

something came to mind as soon as I heard Sir Gerard’s words, so I decided to step forward myself.

“You have a weapon that symbolizes you, don’t you.”

“Ah. You mean the Fallen Knight’s Blood Longsword.”

Sir Isra’s body trembled slightly.

“That sword. Could you lend it for this exchange match?”

“Ooh. That’s a good idea.”

“Pardon?”

“You’re trying to strengthen your summoned being’s armament, aren’t you. For this match.”

No.

That’s not it.

Wasn’t the [Fallen Knight’s Blood Longsword] a transcendent-grade artifact?

You want me to give such a vicious weapon to beat up a friend’s disciple?!

Sir Gerard stroked his beard and said with satisfaction.

“It’s a good idea. As expected, the talent that the Executor has taken notice of is different!”

It just so happened that the 12 Heroes exhibition had ended not long ago, so he had recently gotten his weapon back.

By the way,

the loan of the [Fallen Knight’s Blood Longsword] that I initially intended to request became part of the preparation process rather than a reward.

What should I ask for?

It was good that I stepped forward confidently, but I hadn’t thought of a Plan B.

Me,

what an idiot.

Fool.

Idiot.

“Grrrrrr.”

“Is there anything you want?”

Ah. I don’t know.

Let me just say whatever comes to mind.

“I’d like to obtain rare monster byproducts, especially bones if available.”

“A natural request for a Necromancer.”

I glanced sideways at President Baek, who gave me a thumbs up.

Phew.

Seems it wasn’t the wrong answer.

“I’ll need to get permission from the Royal Hunter Corps, but it should be fine.”

The British Royal Hunter Corps.

A legendary hunter organization that was active on the European front during the Great Catastrophe.

President Baek asked with a worried tone.

“I understand the Royal Hunter Corps is directly under the royal family. I’m not sure if it’ll be okay.”

“Heh heh heh. Don’t worry, I’ll just get scolded once.”

“It would be better to put it in writing if possible.”

President Baek. As always, leaving no gaps.

“Very thorough. You have a capable agency.”

“Then Hunter Park. Please tell us what you need.”

“I don’t even know what monster corpses Sir Gerard can provide?”

“Hmm. Let’s do it this way instead. Visit the monster corpse storage facility owned by the Royal Hunter Corps and choose what you want.”

Ooh.

That might actually be pretty good.

President Baek signed a contract made on the spot.

Sir Gerard also stamped it.

“Heh heh. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

Tomorrow.

I can do Prague sightseeing, right?

* * *

The next day.

Sir Gerard wore a grave expression.

“Now. Let’s go to the battlefield.”

You said it was an exchange match!

Whether he’s going to see a friend.

Or going to see his lifelong enemy, I can’t tell from his expression.

At the villa entrance, a gleaming luxury sedan was waiting.

“Hyung! This is that vehicle with only five in the world!”

“You know your stuff. This vehicle contains the pride of our Britain.”

Phew.

Thank goodness the explanation ended in one verse.

“But Boss and the Support Team aren’t going Prague sightseeing?”

“I can’t send Hunter Park alone. Supporting you is my job.”

Mi-jeong also raised her hand high.

“When else would I get to see the Clock Tower!”

“Actually we’re fine, but she wanted to go, ugh.”

“Be quiet.”

Since they seem to have reached some agreement(?), it should be fine.

While riding in the luxury sedan heading to the Clock Tower, I asked something I was curious about.

“Sir Gerard. Why were you at that cafe?”

“It’s a habit. Whenever I come to Prague, I always have a drink at that store – you could call it a routine.”

He said there was a mega break near Prague during the early days of the Great Catastrophe.

After slaughtering monsters for days without proper rest.

He went into some random place and had a cup of coffee, and since then he’s visited it every time he comes to Prague. And that store was where he encountered me.

…It’s no secret that it took about an hour to hear that conclusion.

Click—

When the driver opened the door, regret showed on Sir Gerard’s face.

“We’ve arrived already. There are still so many stories I haven’t told.”

Please put those stories away.

The moment I got out of the vehicle while sighing inwardly.

The first thing that caught my eye was a huge tower.

A massive structure as tall as L Tower in Jamsil.

Even craning my neck back as far as possible, I couldn’t see the end.

Ingrid went “Oh—” and pursed her lips.

“It’s built reasonably well.”

“Is the Witch Coven Headquarters like this too?”

“The headquarters isn’t uselessly large. We have space expansion magic cast inside.”

How fancy.

Good thing the Clock Tower officials didn’t hear that.

“The Tower Master is waiting.”

Clock Tower staff members who came to greet us provided guidance.

The interior had the atmosphere of a huge library.

Several bookshelves were installed.

In the center was an elevator made of transparent tubes.

“Then please have a good time.”

The Clock Tower officials guided the party to the elevator and then scattered.

“Do we take this up?”

“That’s right. Only the Tower Master or permitted guests can go to the top floor.”

Sir Gerard took out a gold card and held it against the elevator button.

Whirr!

The rapidly ascending elevator.

The Clock Tower interior scenery passing by was quite worth seeing.

“Some sections are blocked off.”

“Since they’re people who research the mysteries of magic. It’s natural they’d want to hide some things.”

Areas used by multiple people were open.

Personal spaces like research labs were painted black so they couldn’t be seen from outside.

Ding!

The elevator doors that reached the top slid open to the sides.

“Oh. My dear friend. Black Knight Sir Gerard has arrived!”

An old man visible through the open doors.

A mage wearing robes that looked like melted gold welcomed Sir Gerard with exaggerated speech and gestures.

“Th-th-that’s him!”

Mi-jeong. Take a breath before speaking.

Alphonse Hus.

To think I’d get to see one of the 12 Heroes, a person called the greatest mage after the Great Catastrophe.

If Sir Gerard gave off the sharp aura of a sword.

Alfonse had a fierce atmosphere like a storm.

I felt like I’d get swept away if I didn’t concentrate even a little.

“My dear comrade-in-arms. Next time you bring guests, please let me know in advance.”

“I did it to surprise you.”

“Did you think I’d be surprised that you brought the Executor’s successor?”

Huh.

To think you knew that much.

When I showed a surprised expression, Alfonse laughed exaggeratedly.

“Hahaha. These days, the whole world is busy talking about that young man. It would be strange not to know.”

Sir Gerard didn’t know though.

I didn’t bother voicing that thought.

“Good that you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Today, I intend to witness your disciple’s skills in my capacity as a proxy.”

“Hm. Are you serious?”

“If he’s the Executor’s successor, he’s like my disciple too, isn’t he?”

“Being unreasonable is the same now as it was 49 years ago. Well, accepting such stubbornness is what friends do, isn’t it?”

The corners of Alfonse’s mouth twitched.

A battle of pride between great figures from social studies textbooks!

Wow.

Really, it makes my heart feel petty.

So.

Where is Sir Isra’s opponent?

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