The Grand Mage who transcends by regression Episode 199
Experiments on living organisms.
Obviously, judging from the atmosphere of Myrun, the mobilization of what he calls ‘biological experiments’ must not have been simply through animals or monsters.
maybe a human
In the first place, to the devil, humans are no different from other animals or monsters.
Therefore, there is no way they would feel any resistance to living experiments using humans.
I had seen such a sight several times, many times.
Before returning, such a scene was very common.
Mankind, captured by demons like experimental animals, was forced to undergo inhumane experiments.
“…Recently, there has been a situation where the lower classes are indiscriminately evaporating in the manor. In addition, there is a situation where unknown materials came in in large quantities.”
“It is award-winning in many ways.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know what exactly the living experiment is studying and what beings are involved.”
That much can’t be helped.
The Marquis isn’t an idiot, and there’s no way that such detailed information would be easily discovered.
Having this much information is great enough.
“…I have a feeling, but there is no clear physical evidence.”
“We have yet to find any evidence that could intervene, at least from the outside. I worked diligently for several months to get my hands on the evidence, but it was also difficult.”
Myrun smiled bitterly.
Even gathering this much information in a situation where he was disowned from his family is amazing enough.
Of course, it seems that Mairun himself thinks that even that is not enough.
“Obviously, it may not be easily accessible. Of course, very few people know about the experiment.”
“Yes that’s right.”
I thought for a moment about Myrun’s words.
My purpose is not an all-out war with the Marquis of Kellibos.
There is no reason to choose such an inefficient method from my point of view in the first place.
The source of the current runaway is cutting off the marquis. And at the same time… ….
‘The best scenario is that Lord Myrune replaces that position.’
It’s not what I want the Kellibos itself to collapse.
It would be best to have a proven and normal person replace the position of Marquis to stabilize Kelli Boss and help him in the future.
“I’ll ask you one thing, Sir Myrun.”
“You say yes.”
“How much support do you have within your current family?”
“Uh um….”
At my words, Mylun frowned for a moment as if he was embarrassed.
Then he said hard.
“Unfortunately, it’s barely even half, let alone half. Besides, even if they support it, most of them are young people my age.”
“Hmm, so the younger ones are the majority of the supporters.”
In short, those who are currently in the position of successor within the family.
Those who are dissatisfied with the current Kelli Boss are cooperating with Myrun.
“It was a situation where the generational conflict in our family was exceptionally severe. As you know, the family image itself is not good.”
“That’s right.”
The reason why Kellibos was so obsessed with honor and tried to do something with it in the first place is simple.
Because there is no honor.
The various atrocities that led Kelli Boss to rise to the position of a great family have returned intact at this point as karma.
The generation at the time can withstand it.
They are the ones who have done them themselves and benefited from them at the same time.
But below that is different.
The name Kelibos certainly brought wealth, but it did not cover the gossip behind it.
Ever since they were born, they have always suffered from bad reviews about their family.
Under the reign of a peaceful empire, unless it was a chaotic world, cunning never meant anything good.
“It was only natural that many young people would be dissatisfied with the current family behavior. Even though he was doing this and that, in the end it was nothing different from that of the old man… ….”
“Well, that seems to be the case.”
Kellibos has no history and no tradition. There are no plausible symbols.
All you have is money and poison.
And there were bound to be clear limits to those things.
‘In the first place, it’s a skit to drive the second son into an imperial knight in order to take care of honor.’
As time goes by, the younger generation is becoming dissatisfied with the family’s unsatisfied appearance.
On the other hand, the previous generation is different.
They cannot understand each other. A situation where such conflicts pile up and pile up.
Looking at it a little differently… ….
‘…Isn’t this a very precarious situation?’
I might be able to use
Even if the truth of the biological experiment in question is revealed, even the cause of the previous generation will fade.
Of course confusion ensues.
In the process, what if the marquis to hold the center also disappears?
Even the Marquis may not be the only one involved in this case.
I’m sure the other vassals are also related, big or small.
If so.
‘Naturally, you will be able to bring out the generational change of Kelli Boss.’
Of course, it was natural, but the cooperation of the emperor was also indispensable.
In order to overthrow a great family like Kelibos, it was necessary to obtain permission from the imperial family.
But you don’t have to worry about that. Enough of this interest will coincide with the emperor.
“great.”
I looked at Myrun and said.
“Then, I would like to talk to the ‘young blood’ first, would you?”
“That is not difficult.”
Myrun nodded.
* * *
“Isn’t this a true apostle?”
[Shut up.]
said Anubis, the puppy that had been held by Lemegeton, gritting his teeth.
Anubis growled, ready to bite him at any moment, but in the end no action was taken.
…promise.
It is because of the promise he made with the owner of the divine object.
He swore that he would not reveal his identity at all unless it was dangerous.
Promises must be kept.
Even if this cheeky sorceress was getting on her nerves.
‘This damn kid.’
No matter how long that magic book has existed, it is no match for him.
The reason why it pretends to be so strong right now must be because it knows that it has restrictions on itself.
Grrr.
Anubis roared, but Remegeton leisurely accepted it.
“If you don’t bother attacking me after provoking me like this, you must be restricted from attacking me unless you are hostile, right?”
[Damn it.]
Needlessly quick-witted, it’s like a nerd.
[So, are you here to tease me that I can’t attack?]
“No, that’s not it.”
Lemegeton shrugged.
“This is a book for ‘Walpurgis’. The value of existence is to serve this family.”
[So?]
“If there is something suspicious, we should investigate it. Even though I was treated badly, I did not forget that the Great Invitation created me.”
Remegeton’s smile when he said that was very mischievous.
“I’m very aware of those things because the Creator is sensitive to spirits and traces.”
[…] …Is there something wrong?]
“What is it?”
Remegeton said as he walked around the Walpurgis Mansion with his small body.
“The soul either rises or remains, or both. Even the great Apostle knows that, right?”
[I know.]
“But there was no soul called ‘Marianne’ in this mansion. Then, of course, it’s right to see that I’ve attained Buddhahood without resentment, right? however….”
Remegeton stopped in front of a certain door.
A door that has not been opened for a long time.
The number of times this door has been opened since the hostess died can be counted on one hand.
It wasn’t that I was forbidden to enter.
I just unconsciously kept away from it because I didn’t want to bring back painful memories.
But Remegeton opened the door casually.
A cool breeze blows around him as he slowly enters the room.
“…I mean, there was regret.”
The raging wind gently embraced the surroundings and began examining the ‘trace’ of the room.
[Certainly, the will exists. There is no way that a soul with this kind of will can easily attain Buddhahood
.
Remegeton grinned.
“As you said, a soul with this kind of will is attached to it somehow and it simply sees what it wants.”
[Then, of course, it is right that the soul itself remains, but it is not so.]
You cannot communicate with the soul.
However, at least it is possible to determine whether the soul is in this place or not.
And Remegeton was certain that the soul was not here.
“The soul should be here, but it is not there. Surely there is not one or two places to be suspicious?”
[then….]
“I don’t know how, but someone took the soul of the Walpurgis hostess.”
Lemegeton frowned as he looked around Marianne’s room.
“The problem is that it takes a lot more ‘effort’ than you think to commit such a thing.”
[Prepared for a long time?]
A being who knew about Marianne’s incurable disease and at the same time was able to contact her in her lifetime.
“…hmm.”
A cold sweat broke out on Remegeton’s face as he recalled that point.
“Just thinking about it…Is this okay?”
conclusions you draw.
There is no way that Aidan wouldn’t understand if I just said it.
The problem is that you will understand all too well.
his own wife.
What kind of idiot took the soul of the wife he loved like his own life?
If it was Aidan, he would deduce and confirm the ‘culprit’ in no time.
And when that happens… ….
“Ah, it’s X, really.”
No matter how carefree Remegeton was, he couldn’t remain carefree this time.
A reasonable resentment.
The frenzied great mage… ….
It was not difficult to imagine how terrible the situation would be.
* * *
Having an internal collaborator is very convenient.
Thanks to Myrun’s cooperation, we were able to quietly enter the Marquis’s territory without any suspicion.
“Here, warrior.”
He entered the alley in the corner with familiarity, opened the door, and headed inside.
“You are quite used to it.”
“After being disowned, I had to come in and out secretly like this. This is all possible because there are people who help me.”
Opening the door and entering the place was no different from any other home.
Myrun went to one of the most ordinary drawers and touched something.
kugung.
Soon, the wall next to it opened, revealing the space inside.
“…her.”
A table was set inside.
A teacup with freshly brewed tea was also prepared according to the number of people.
“Welcome, warrior.”
At that moment, a woman sitting across from me got up from her chair and bowed her head respectfully.
“My name is Linsis Melkin.”
“Lord Mayrun, who is this?”
“Ah, I am a member of the ‘young blood’ you mentioned, and I am a collaborator who is helping me. and….”
He smiled awkwardly and added.
“…He is also my lover.”
“ah.”
It was then that I seemed to know a little bit about it.
Although it has changed since then… ….
Well, in the end, it seems that Myrun has found his lover, whom he lost before returning.
