Welcome to the Café of the Dark Guild’s Successor - Chapter 162

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A café operated by the successor of the Dark Guild.
Chapter 162
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Moments after Rosia left the conference room.
Meyson’s expression turned cold.
With the atmosphere shifted, he lifted the summoner he’d thrown on the floor into the air and spun his body in circles.
“Interrogation begins.”
The mask he wore flew off into the distance, revealing his face. Despite his youthful appearance, Meyson’s features grew even harder.
He hung the terrified man upside down and questioned him.
“Whose orders were you following?”
……
Regarding the man who kept his mouth sealed, Meyson turned to his disciples and asked.
“Who can make him talk?”
“I’ll give it a try.”
An elder who primarily studied dark attribute Magic stepped forward first.
He cast various spells inflicting pain while questioning the man.
“Tell me how you summoned the Demonic Beast!”
…Ugh……
“Where are your associates? Reveal your purpose at once!”
Aaaagh!!
Yet even as his eyes rolled back, the man answered nothing.
“He’s under a powerful Mental Domination. It doesn’t seem like Magic alone will solve this.”
Those from the Temple attempted to remove the Mental Domination using Holy Power, but failed.
They tried administering drugs as well, but nothing worked. The more they tried, the more violently the man resisted.
“Let me attempt it.”
Finally, Meyson stepped forward again.
He carefully restrained his power and delicately penetrated the man’s mind, attempting to break through the Forbidden Curse.
Immediately, the man’s eyes began rolling back, and unable to endure, he convulsed violently, his body contorting.
“At this rate, he’ll die.”
“This isn’t normal.”
As the man let out terrible screams, on the verge of his final breath, Meyson was forced to stop.
The man coughed blood and, for the first time, spoke something.
“…De…De, Desikan.”
Then he died on the spot.
Meyson had already ceased his Magic, so it seemed the curse afflicting the man was what killed him—a curse that triggered upon speaking a specific name.
“Desikan is the name of a Demonic Beast sealed in the Alein Mountain Range. It was the strongest among the commanders who once led the Demon Realm’s forces.”
Those from the Temple, who had continuously guarded the seal, immediately recognized the name.
“If the Mental Domination is this powerful, it’s possible Desikan orchestrated everything directly.”
“Yes. It appears he has awakened from his long slumber despite being sealed.”
Everyone’s expressions darkened at this.
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Two days had passed since arriving at the Mage Tower.
The Magic in the book that was supposed to be resolved in a day remained unsolved, and Raiely departed for the Guild first.
I, who remained at the Mage Tower, ate the breakfast brought to my room quickly and stepped outside.
Cayden, who sat in the hall nursing his coffee, waved at me when he saw me.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
I passed without stopping, and Cayden hastily set down his cup and followed.
“Were you in the middle of your coffee?”
“I’ve finished it.”
I opened the door and stepped onto the moving floor. Cayden quickly boarded beside me.
Our destination was the seventh floor where the Library was located.
Though most areas were usually open, all sections were now accessible to find a way to solve the book’s Magic, so the Library was crowded with mages.
“Since I checked up to there yesterday…”
Having ascended to the second floor, I passed the last bookshelf I’d reviewed and stood before the adjacent one.
I removed books from below, then reached up to pull out those above, when a hand suddenly appeared beside me.
“Is this the one?”
“Yes. Thanks.”
Cayden handed me the books I was reaching for and followed close behind.
After gathering roughly ten volumes, I sat on the floor to review their contents.
“We’d go faster looking at them together.”
Cayden naturally sat beside me, so I pushed him aside while taking the books.
“Go upstairs and check the atmosphere in the conference room.”
After a while, Cayden returned from the conference room and shook his head.
“Not at all. There’s no progress. At this rate, the book will tear first.”
Having reviewed all the books I’d pulled out but found nothing, I sighed and closed them.
“This approach doesn’t seem likely to yield any clear method either.”
Chin in hand, I thought carefully when suddenly something occurred to me.
“Cayden, didn’t you say back then that you felt something similar to a Sacred Treasure from the book?”
“I did.”
“Then what if we brought the book and the Sacred Treasure together?”
“Pardon?”
Cayden, taken aback, soon grasped the meaning of my words and nodded.
“That might just be the answer. Let’s go. We need to tell them.”
“Yes.”
I quickly organized the books I’d laid out and ascended to the fourteenth floor.
Opening the conference room door, I saw hazy smoke. Whatever they were doing, they seemed to be trying every possible method.
“Grandfather.”
“Yes, dear.”
I explained the method I’d devised to my grandfather, whose eyes had grown hollow.
“All this time it was right under our noses. Foolish of us.”
My grandfather chided himself for not thinking of it sooner and called the High Priests to consult.
After discussion, he reached a decision and commanded everyone’s attention.
“Bring out the Sacred Treasure. Not to break the seal, but to place it beside the book and observe any changes.”
In preparation for any unforeseen situation, the elders placed several more Barriers in the conference room before my grandfather withdrew the box.
The Miasma had grown so thick that it was threatening even from within the box.
My grandfather carefully opened the box within the Barrier, and a Map came into view.
Then the book floated into the air and trembled lightly. It was reacting.
“It’s working!”
Everyone watched the book intently, unable to hide their excitement.
Soon the book opened wide, and words inscribed themselves in the sections where content had been erased, its pages flipping rapidly backward.
We watched without breathing, spellbound.
At tremendous speed, the book’s content filled until the last page, then the pages closed on their own and it dropped to the floor with a thud.
My grandfather immediately returned the Map to its box and concealed it.
An elder used Speed Reading Magic to extract only the key points from the book’s newly filled content and displayed them in the air.
“Five Holy Swords prepared by the Temple and five Ancient Artifacts that belonged to the Imperial Court. And… Sacrifice.”
To eliminate Desikan, a stronger power than his was needed, but in the past, there was no one with such strength.
So all five heroes who participated in the seal poured their own strength into it and made the ultimate Sacrifice.
The records indicated that after the seal succeeded, all of them lost their power.
“Master, to use this method we’d need to destroy the Sacred Treasures and release the power, would that be acceptable?”
“If done incorrectly, the released power might seek out its original owner.”
“Moreover, the Holy Swords already used in the seal have likely escaped the seal’s control and been rendered unusable. We cannot use them again.”
As the elders and High Priests spoke, my grandfather asked High Priest Gregory.
“Are there other Holy Swords available?”
“Yes. During the years of peace, we crafted several and kept them unused.”
“Good. Bring all of them to the Mage Tower.”
“But the matter of Sacrifice…”
While no one dared speak hastily, my grandfather alone said calmly.
“The Desikan power contained in the Sacred Treasures we have is fragmented—only a fraction. We should be able to eliminate it without Sacrifice.”
With that, he brought everyone under his command.
“Let us begin as soon as the Mage Tower brings the Holy Swords. If we miss this chance, we may never get another opportunity to attempt it.”
Though it was a dangerous undertaking, the truth was there was no other method available.
Then came a knock on the door.
“Someone from the Imperial Court has arrived.”
The door opened and the one who entered was Biedler, who had come to the Mage Tower as the Imperial Court’s representative.
“Greetings.”
Biedler stepped into the conference room, greeted everyone, looked around, spotted me, and paused in apparent surprise.
Then another figure entered behind him, and at the sight of that face, everyone gasped.
“What?”
“Y-Your teacher?”
“How is this… Could this be your grandson?”
Looking at Seniel, who resembled my grandfather in hair, eyes, face, and even bearing, everyone instantly discerned their relationship.
My grandfather approached with a bright smile, but Seniel brushed past him and came to my side.
“Sis! You were here!”
Seniel embraced me and bounced eagerly while my grandfather looked dejected.
As everyone’s attention turned to us, Biedler, whose presence had faded, cleared his throat.
Ahem.
Only then did everyone turn their polite attention to Biedler, who had come as the Imperial Court’s representative.
“Have you found a way to destroy the Sacred Treasure?”
“We were just discussing this, and your timing is most opportune.”
“We plan to attempt it shortly. Would you like to observe?”
“Yes. I shall remain here until then.”
“Then we shall go to Helitria and retrieve the Holy Swords.”
Gregory and the others from the Temple stood up in unison.
Cayden exchanged a glance with me and left the conference room with them.
“We shall prepare as well, Master.”
The Mage Tower’s elders, unable to take their eyes off Seniel, slowly departed.
Left alone with just us, Seniel burst with the questions he’d been holding back.
“How did you end up here?”
“While tracking a Demonic Beast, something came up in your foster parents’ Territory. Your grandfather helped me out.”
“I actually stopped by there on my way. So that was you and… Grandfather. Thank you.”
Seniel, who had left the Imperial Court and was engaged in relief activities, already knew of the Territory’s situation.
“Anyway, it’s nice to see you like this. I was worried about when we’d meet again.”
Though he said nothing, his eyes looking down at me were full of unease.
“Anytime. Whenever you want to see me, we can.”
“Okay.”
Since the moment we met, Seniel had clung to my sleeve like a child.
When I squeezed his hand firmly, Seniel smiled softly and let go.
“Seniel, this old man will show you to your room.”
My grandfather, who had been lingering nearby, suddenly wedged himself between us after our conversation ended.
We stepped outside together and boarded the moving floor.
“I still can’t get used to it. The floor moving…”
Seniel let out a small shriek.
“The outside view has changed again.”
Biedler peered outside in wonder.
Both were still unadapted to the Mage Tower and marveled at everything.
Chuckle.
I found myself laughing as I imagined how astonished they’d be when they reached the guest floor.
For just a brief moment, I forgot my worries and laughed with genuine joy.

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