The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 105

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Chapter 105

The Queen of Shadows, Arania Morian Shaydi, was dead.

After that, Lashelle Shady, or rather Sheril, was elected as the next Archmage.

There was no need to seek the consent of the Shadow Tower elders in this process.

They had all been killed by Steren’s hand.

“…Originally, I had no intention of killing them if they surrendered… but they never gave up their fighting spirit. I had no choice.”

Hearing Steren’s explanation, I inwardly understood.

It wasn’t surprising. I was well aware of the covert mages’ loyalty and blind obsession with their missions from my past life.

However, the fact that he had swept away the entire core of a mage tower was not a matter to be taken lightly in reality.

“…To you, Sheril, who has become the new Archmage… I’m sorry. It’s as if the roof of the mage tower has collapsed.”

The elders and elite covert mages had been massacred, leaving only the ‘Daughters of the Shadow’ and the dark mage guild branches scattered across various regions.

However, the mages belonging to the branches were independent organizations that didn’t pledge loyalty to the mage tower due to their cell-like structure.

In the end, it meant Sheril had to rebuild the massive organization called the Shadow Tower with just teenage girls.

“…It’s fine.”

Sheril answered calmly.

“Anyway, the covert mages of the Shadow Tower were villains who condoned and agreed with the taboos my mother committed. Even if they were alive, they wouldn’t have pledged loyalty to me. It’s actually better to clean house this time.”

Sheril looked at the girls gathered in one corner of the corridor.

“As long as my younger sisters are alive, that’s enough for me.”

It seemed Sheril regarded Arania’s adopted daughters, who didn’t even share blood with her, as real sisters.

Was it because of a sense of duty? Or perhaps…

“It’s because of a sense of debt.”

Sheril looked straight at me and said.

“I didn’t particularly ask about it.”

“It was written all over your face, so I just told you. Was I wrong?”

“…Not really.”

A sense of debt.

Well, since Sheril had run away from the mage tower ten years ago, Arania must have adopted even more daughters.

Sheril couldn’t help but feel guilty about it.

“Of course, it’s not just because of the sense of debt. I’ve always been a younger sister, so I thought it would be nice to try being an older sister.”

“Is that so.”

“Lord Reagan might not know this, but I think I can become quite a beloved older sister.”

Even though the responsibilities that came with the position of Archmage were by no means light, Sheril somehow looked much more relieved.

“…So Sheril, are you going to become the Archmage of the Shadow Tower now? What about Benheim…?”

Renia asked cautiously. There was a hint of concern in her eyes. She was probably worried about what would happen if Sheril left home forever.

Sheril looked at Renia and smiled bitterly.

“I will still be Sheril, the maid of Benheim. However… since I must also bear the responsibilities as the Shadow Tower’s Archmage, even two bodies wouldn’t be enough. It seems it will be difficult to return to Benheim for a while.”

Sheril continued while looking around the ruined corridor.

“Disposing of all these corpses is also work… and I must faithfully participate in the Great Mage Alliance’s investigation.”

Investigation.

Hearing those words, I frowned.

It had only been two months since the Trion incident, and now an unprecedented situation had occurred in the Shadow Tower, which had newly risen to the Seven Great Towers.

Moreover, in the process, Arania, a 7th-circle mage, had died. Considering that Emeric Eleison had recently perished, this wasn’t a matter to be easily overlooked.

How should I explain this again?

Also, explaining wasn’t the entirety of the problem.

The problem was that the Imperial Mage Tower would dispatch an investigator. And if an investigator came, that bastard would surely show up.

“…”

When my thoughts reached that point, I recalled what Arania had said to me earlier.

– Yes. You have the same vision as that child.

I couldn’t know exactly who the ‘child’ Arania mentioned was. However, considering the circumstantial evidence…

‘Damian Carius.’

The Archmage King might also have the same special constitution as me.

If I faced Damian again during this investigation, it wouldn’t be bad to subtly probe about this.

“Reagan, Renia. You two should return to the territory.”

At that moment, Steren suddenly spoke up.

I frowned.

“…You’re telling us to go back? But won’t the Imperial Mage Tower dispatch an investigator?”

Renia aside, I was the one who killed Arania. I had a duty to faithfully participate in the investigation.

However, Steren chuckled and spread his arms.

“Reagan, look at the people who are here right now.”

At those words, I looked around.

“Right now, more than half of the Archmages of the Seven Great Towers are in this place. Would the Imperial Mage Tower really need to investigate you two? Even if they wanted to investigate, we wouldn’t allow it.”

“Ah.”

A sigh escaped me involuntarily.

He was right.

Not to mention Steren, Rosalindr, and Melchior.

Even Sheril, who had just become the Shadow Tower’s Archmage, was nominally an Archmage of the Seven Great Towers.

“We’ll coordinate our stories appropriately. We’ll say that combat broke out when we visited to pursue evidence that Archmage Arania Sheydi had committed taboos.”

Steren grinned wickedly.

“No matter how powerful the Imperial Palace is, if four Archmages give the same testimony, they’ll have no choice but to back down.”

I realized anew just how tremendous the power and authority of the Benheim family was.

Thanks to this, I could avoid the awkward situation of facing Damian again. It was fortunate.

“Thank you for your consideration. Then, Renia and I will return to the territory for now.”

At my words, Rosalindr and Melchior grinned and nodded.

However, Sheril interjected.

“Lord Reagan, isn’t there something you’re forgetting?”

“Forgetting something?”

“When the Imperial Mage Tower comes in earnest, they’ll freeze all the treasures inside the Shadow Tower for investigation purposes.”

“…Well, isn’t that natural?”

Then Sheril raised her index finger, missing its nail, and shook her head vigorously.

“You don’t understand. Think about it carefully. Right now, there’s no one guarding the treasure vault. In other words, right now is the last chance to ransack the Shadow Tower’s treasure vault under the Archmage’s permission.”

“…Sheril?”

“For your reference, the Shadow Tower’s treasure vault is famous for being full of precious items that rival those of most other towers. I went in just once when I became a sub-tower master… Yes. It was quite magnificent.”

“…Hmm.”

“Lord Reagan, think about it carefully. Rather than letting it become someone else’s property, wouldn’t it be better to, in crude terms, ‘pocket it’?”

“…”

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m also a covert mage. And covert mages always prioritize practical benefits.”

“…”

“…”

A moment of silence.

When I stared at her, Sheril seemed embarrassed and coughed awkwardly while slowly turning her head away. Thanks to that, I could see the tear stains on both of Sheril’s cheeks.

‘…She was crying so much just a moment ago…’

So.

This future Shadow Tower Archmage.

Was urging us to loot the treasure vault of the mage tower she would rule.

“Sheril.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t actually have any sense of responsibility as an Archmage, do you?”

“You’re perceptive.”

* * *

Since there was no particular reason to refuse, we headed to the treasure vault located on the floor below Arania’s Audience Hall on the 7th basement level.

The massive black stone door of the treasure vault had several layers of protective magic, but when Sheril placed her hand on it.

Click.

It was released as if nothing had happened.

“…What?”

At Renia’s question, Sheril let out a deep sigh.

“It seems to be a protective spell that’s released by bodily resonance. Since Mother was planning to take over my body… I think she must have registered my body’s resonance in advance. Well, I should be grateful for Mother’s thoroughness here. We got lucky.”

“….”

Lucky, she said.

It was truly a bitter joke that was hard to react to.

Sheril seemed to know this fact too as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Let’s go in.”

Sheril said with a bright smile, and Renia looked at me with a gentle smile.

“…Sheril, you’ve gotten good at smiling. Right?”

“You’re right about that.”

Though I feel like her personality has gotten a bit more mischievous too.

With that, we entered the interior of the treasure vault under Sheril’s guidance.

“…From here on is all the treasure vault. Please plunder to your heart’s content.”

I thought about objecting to the word “plunder,” but since it wasn’t wrong, I quietly surveyed the interior.

The Shadow Tower’s treasure vault boasted a vast scale.

From rare magical tools to gold and silver treasures, expensive spellbooks were densely displayed.

As I was looking around the panorama of the treasure vault, Sheril headed unhesitatingly toward one side of the library. She carefully picked up an old book from inside a glass display case with several locking mechanisms.

“…Sheril, that couldn’t be….”

“Yes. It’s the spellbook containing the forbidden art of body theft. My mother used the forbidden techniques in this spellbook to change bodies several times over half a century.”

Sheril picked up that book and put it into the bundle she had brought with her.

“That book would be forbidden in the Empire, would that be okay?”

“Yes. I know. If the fact that I possess this spellbook becomes known, I’d be shackled. However, if Lord Reagan pretends not to have seen it, there will be no problem at all. Moreover… I didn’t take this to use it.”

Sheril hesitated, and I immediately grasped her intention.

“Are you perhaps trying to save that person, Elisia?”

“…That’s right. If it’s a forbidden art for stealing bodies, I thought it might also be possible to call back the original soul to a body that’s only a shell… Of course, that’s only if the soul still remains…”

Sheril carefully watched my reaction.

Was she worried I wouldn’t allow it?

“Lord Reagan, please. Pretend you didn’t see it.”

“….”

I quietly stared at Sheril.

Even if Sheril took this forbidden technique, I didn’t think she would become corrupted like Arania.

I knew Sheril’s character well from watching her all this time.

“Fine. I didn’t see anything. So do as you wish.”

“Thank you. Then Lord Reagan, please do as you wish too.”

With the permission of the Archmage herself, we began to thoroughly ransack the Shadow Tower’s treasure vault.

If investigators from the Imperial Mage Tower came, the treasures in this vault would also be confiscated for investigation, so Sheril’s judgment that now was the right time was truly correct.

“Oh, Reagan. Look at this. Isn’t it cute?”

“…Renia, that’s a cursed doll.”

“Eek.”

Renia threw the cloth doll away in shock.

Well, befitting a dark mage guild, the treasure vault had quite a lot of eerie and bizarre objects. They might be valuable, but they wouldn’t be of much help to Renia and me.

However, when we went a little further inside, we could find several items that looked quite decent.

Talismans that blocked presence, smoke bombs that disrupted vision and mana flow, single-use illusion scrolls, etc.

It was full of practical consumables used by the dark mages who had tormented Renia and me so much in my past life.

‘What a goldmine.’

There was one thing I felt keenly while fighting Arania.

When preparing for battles with strong enemies, the more means you have to create variables, the better.

I began collecting anything that looked useful indiscriminately.

The problem was how to carry all of this back to Benheim…

‘Should I call for a carriage?’

It was while I was having such concerns and approaching the center of the treasure vault.

“Hmm?”

Something caught my eye.

A sturdy glass case covered with no less than six or seven layers of protective magic.

On a stand inside the glass case, a crude metal cube was placed.

“…Wait a minute.”

I know this object.

To be precise, it was something I had used directly in my past life.

An object I had seized after killing a 7th Circle Black Mage.

One of the Seven Relics of the Divine Realm.

Its name was…

“Andvari’s Cube.”

It infinitely expands the internal space, allowing any object to be stored without volume or weight restrictions.

Simply put…

“A subspace artifact.”

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