The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106

Andvari’s Cube.

True to its name, it was a cube-shaped object about a span in diameter.

On the surface, it looked like nothing more than a crude lump of metal, but like Hrunir’s Heart that I currently wore around my neck, it was one of the Seven Relics of the Divine Realm.

In other words, it was one of the Empire’s finest artifacts.

And it was also a very welcome sight.

‘It was an indispensable item for Renia’s Resistance.’

The fierce battle with the 7th Circle Black Mage.

We had obtained Andvari’s Cube as spoils from that fight.

After that, Renia’s Resistance was able to move even more mysteriously and unpredictably.

‘We carried the entire camp inside it.’

Andvari’s Cube creates a subspace. And inside that subspace, you can put anything as long as it’s inanimate.

Without any limits on volume or weight.

When we first obtained this, Renia’s words as her eyes lit up were quite something.

– It’s a mobile villa!

Everyone was shocked.

Andvari’s Cube was generally used mainly for carrying large quantities of weapons or useful magical tools. In fact, the black mage I had faced back then used the subspace in a similar way.

However, Renia’s thinking was extraordinary from the start. To put an entire camp inside a suspicious artifact from the Divine Realm. Everyone in the resistance worried that something might go wrong…

– How is it, Reagan? Pretty good, don’t you think?

– …I suppose it is.

Surprisingly, Andvari’s Cube was a perfect artifact for the resistance, which had to constantly move camps to avoid the Archmage King’s pursuit.

The fact that I could take out soft bedding during that last night with Renia in the cabin was also thanks to that artifact.

‘To think that thing… would be here.’

The relationship between Shadow Tower Lord Arania and the black mage.

My suspicions about that grew even deeper.

“Sheril, that cube there. Do you know what it is?”

“Yes. I do.”

Sheril grinned.

“Something that looks shabby but is pointlessly expensive.”

“…”

That meant she didn’t know.

However, seeing how it was blocked with such tight security, Arania at least must have understood what that object truly was.

“Sheril, can I take that cube?”

“Yes. Please take it. Whatever that thing is, it’s of no particular use to me.”

Sheril used biometric authentication to disable the security magic surrounding Andvari’s Cube.

I picked up the cube with delight. This cold, hard sensation in my grip. It was definitely the real thing.

I immediately pressed the button on one face of the cube firmly.

—Hissss.

With an unpleasant friction sound, the inside of the cube opened, revealing the entrance to a subspace that looked like the maw of a giant beast.

“Ha.”

Yes.

This is it.

As I looked at the cube with a satisfied expression, Renia approached with a grin.

“Reagan, you look happy. Found something good?”

“Yeah. A very good item.”

Perhaps it was due to nostalgia. Managing my expression was indeed difficult.

“…Let me take a look.”

First, before putting items into the subspace, I needed to organize any items that might already be inside.

I put my hand into the entrance of the subspace. I couldn’t tell what the internal structure was like, but no matter how large an item was, I could pull it out with one hand.

Just like this.

Swoosh.

What emerged from the subspace was a long cloak.

“…”

“Oh? Reagan, what’s that? It looks cool?”

Renia took the cloak from my hands as if delighted and tried it on over her shoulders.

It seemed to be a cloak worn over the black robes that covert mages often wore.

Except for the golden dragon embroidery, there didn’t seem to be anything particularly special about it.

However…

“…Renia, take that off.”

“Reagan? What’s wrong?”

“Take it off right now.”

My voice was sharp enough to surprise even myself. Sheril turned around in shock, and even Renia blinked.

“…Uh, okay. I’ll take it off right away.”

Perhaps because my expression had become more menacing than she’d ever seen before. Renia swallowed and hurriedly took off the cloak and returned it to me.

“…Re, Reagan… Are you okay? Did I… make some kind of mistake?”

Renia floundered, not knowing what to do.

I took deep breaths to compose my emotions. Then I forced myself to lift the corners of my mouth.

“No, Renia… It’s not your fault. I just… remembered something from the past.”

“…U, uh-huh.”

“…Really, it’s not your fault.”

Renia didn’t ask further. Being perceptive, she must have noticed that I was forcibly suppressing my anger.

I gripped the black cloak tightly.

‘…Why is this cloak coming out of here?’

It was a familiar garment.

There was no way I could forget it.

In my previous life, the most wicked and evil black mage who had driven the continent to destruction.

And my mortal enemy.

The cloak that Archmage King Damian Carius had worn was now gripped in my hand.

This confirmed it.

The ‘that child’ Arania mentioned must surely be Damian.

‘…That bastard.’

I wanted to burn this cloak immediately, but if Damian had worn it, it must surely be an excellent artifact.

I mustn’t be swayed by emotions. Even to defeat the Archmage King, I had to use everything available.

I roughly shoved the cloak into the subspace.

When I looked at Renia again afterward, she was still watching my mood. She looked like a puppy that had broken a dish.

“Renia, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get angry.”

“…Mm-hmm.”

“Really.”

Renia nodded and gave an awkward smile.

“…”

Unintentionally, I had ended up getting angry at Renia.

But it couldn’t be helped.

The sight of Renia herself wearing the clothes of the Archmage King who had killed her… I couldn’t tolerate that.

“Sorry.”

I would have to apologize properly later.

* * *

About an hour after entering the treasure vault.

I finally succeeded in stuffing all the necessary items into Andvari’s Cube.

By necessary items, I meant almost all of the covert mages’ combat tools that had been in the treasure vault.

“…I don’t know what to say.”

Sheril scratched her cheek as she looked at the suddenly emptied treasure vault.

“I told you to take whatever you wanted without holding back… and you really didn’t hold back at all.”

“It would just turn to shit anyway if I left it. Better for me to take it.”

“…Reagan, that’s a disgusting analogy.”

Renia added curtly, and I shrugged my shoulders.

Of course, Sheril only said that but didn’t actually look displeased.

“The Shadow Tower’s master is dead anyway. I can do whatever I want.”

Afterward, we came back up to the 1st floor hallway.

Steren must have taken care of things, as the many corpses of dark mages had been cleared outside the tower.

The sobbing girls had also stopped crying and were now sitting together in one corner of the hall, each holding a piece of bread.

Sheril, who had been looking at those children with satisfaction, spoke up.

“…This will be my home from now on.”

It seemed Sheril was feeling quite emotional.

“Sheril, will you be alright?”

“I’m curious about the intent behind that question.”

“Well, you know… this place doesn’t exactly hold good memories for you.”

For Sheril, this Shadow Tower was hell where her childhood trauma was deeply embedded.

Just returning here must be terrible, yet she had declared she would bury her bones here. I asked the question wondering if she might regret it.

However, Sheril smiled bitterly and slowly shook her head.

“It’s fine. Back then I was livestock scheduled to be dragged to the slaughterhouse… but now I’m the owner, aren’t I?”

“…”

“More importantly, since I’ve become a tower lord, I’m thinking of seriously pursuing dark magic.”

“Seriously?”

When I frowned, Sheril shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Yes. I need to reach at least 6th Rank to have authority as a tower lord. While I’m at it, I’m thinking of reaching 6th Rank around next month.”

“…”

I needed a moment to understand Sheril’s words.

“That… 6th Rank, can you just… go there because you want to?”

“Yes. I can.”

Sheril stated firmly.

But it was hard to believe. As Arno had said in the past, even for exceptionally talented mages, 6th Rank was strongly perceived as the final destination.

Just look at Melchior, the Amber Tower lord. Despite being over sixty, he still remains at 6th Rank, unable to reach 7th Rank.

“…Lord Reagan, aren’t you underestimating me too much?”

Sheril continued with a displeased expression.

“I reached 5th Rank ten years ago, when I was nineteen. And I’ve remained at the peak of 5th Rank until now, at twenty-nine. Why do you think that is?”

“You, don’t tell me…”

“Yes. I had opportunities for enlightenment several times… but I ignored them. I deliberately didn’t advance to 6th Rank. Because I was afraid… mother might take notice of me. Afraid I might catch her eye.”

“Huh.”

I was inwardly amazed.

To think she had lived like the dead for ten years, stopping her own growth to avoid Arania’s gaze.

In terms of pure talent, Sheril might also be a tremendous genius comparable to Renia.

“Honestly, I wasn’t certain. But…”

Sheril carefully began and took out a glass bottle containing purple liquid from her bosom—the Dew of Illusion.

“With the elixir Lord Reagan gave me… I can definitely reach 6th Rank soon if I want to.”

“…”

“Yes. I won’t deny it. The fact that I… regained the will to live again is all thanks to Lord Reagan and… Miss Renia.”

“I wonder about that. Sheril, that was your choice.”

“Right. We just cheered you on.”

When Renia and I each added a word, Sheril nodded with an overwhelmed expression.

Like this.

Sheril, the maid of Benheim, gained the courage to set out on the path once again.

* * *

In the end, Sheril remained at the Shadow Tower.

The problem was cleaning up the aftermath of the emptied tower, but Steren declared he would dispatch several veteran mages from Benheim Mage Tower.

Melchior also promised that since the Shadow Tower was close by, he would periodically visit for inspections, act as a shield, and provide advice.

“I’m grateful for such generous consideration. I will never forget the kindness of Benheim and the Amber Tower.”

To all that goodwill, Sheril bowed deeply with a polite and formal tone.

Meanwhile, Renia and I parted with Sheril and boarded a carriage returning to Benheim Estate.

We would have liked to stay longer, but we had received reports that the Imperial Mage Tower was also moving quickly due to the scale of the incident.

In the end, we had to hurry and leave the territory before the Royal Court, or more precisely Demian, could catch our trail.

Even if the other tower lords were considerate of us, there was no benefit in leaving unnecessary trouble behind.

“Hmm…”

So, inside the carriage.

Renia looked at the rugged ravine of the Shadow Tower growing more distant and carefully asked.

“Reagan, will she really be alright?”

“She’ll be fine, if it’s Sheril.”

“Yeah. That’s right. Sheril is sharp.”

“Though not as much as you.”

“Hm? What does that mean?”

Renia cast a subtle glance, and I shrugged my shoulders.

Whatever the case, we had ultimately solved the Shadow Tower’s problem.

‘I hadn’t planned to completely destroy the Dark Mage Guild, but well.’

The result wasn’t bad.

I had completely cut off the dark mages who had been the Archmage King’s most secretive and deadly limbs in my previous life.

Having greatly weakened the future Archmage King’s forces, wasn’t that enough?

Most importantly, I had saved Sheril.

‘Sheril in my previous life was…’

Before my regression, I had never once heard from Renia about Sheril’s whereabouts.

But I could easily guess what choice a woman named Sheril had made in my previous life.

If Arania Sheydi had been alive in my previous life. And if she had cooperated with the Archmage King, information related to Arania would have reached my ears.

However, throughout my lifetime as a mercenary, I had never once heard of a mage named Arania.

‘That means… she died before the Archmage King’s rampage.’

The reason why an archmage approaching 7th Rank disappeared without leaving any trace in my previous life.

And the reason I couldn’t hear anything about Sheril.

There was one deduction that satisfied both of these conditions.

‘Sheril… must have taken them both down together.’

At the moment when her body was about to be stolen according to the original plan, Sheril took her own life, taking Arania with her as a companion in death.

“…”

Of course, this was just my own speculation.

There was no evidence whatsoever.

However…

‘If it was Sheril… she definitely would have done that.’

Perhaps in this life too, if I hadn’t intervened, a similar result might have occurred.

But… Sheril survived and proudly became the master of the Shadow Tower.

“Ah, Reagan… look at that.”

Just then, Renia smiled brightly and pointed outside the window.

Dawn was breaking.

The time of shadows that had pressed down on the ravine all night was passing, and brilliant daybreak was brightening.

I leaned my arm against the carriage window frame and quietly gazed at that sunrise.

“…That’s good.”

Truly, this was a good outcome.

However, on the other hand, unease began to sprout.

‘Arania was cooperating with Demian.’

The Andvari’s Cube I had obtained and the Archmage King’s cloak contained within it were proof of that.

Damian Carius’s influence had extended even to the Shadow Tower. There was no guarantee that other Magic Towers or Great Magic Families wouldn’t be the same.

If that’s the case….

“Hmm.”

I pulled out a silver button from my chest.

It was the magical device I had received from Imperial Magic Association investigator Gideon Midian.

I still couldn’t tell if Gideon could be completely trusted. However, he was currently my only contact who could reach the Imperial Palace’s inner circles.

‘It’s worth probing.’

Taking advantage of Renia being lost in the scenery outside the window, I brought the silver button to my lips.

Then I pressed the button and quietly murmured.

“The former Archmage of the Shadow Tower, Arania Sheydi, was committing forbidden acts. And Senior Investigator Damian Carius was in collusion with Arania.”

With this level of information, even Gideon wouldn’t be able to ignore it.

For now, I could only hope that Gideon would provide a decisive clue.

I put the button back in my chest and watched the gradually brightening dawn.

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