The Hero Party Couldn’t Kill Me

Chapter 5: To the Solus Empire (5)

“No, I can’t confirm with that.”

“What do you mean?”

I stopped Marion before she could open the door on her own.

Marion looked at me with an expression of incomprehension.

I was taken aback for a moment because he seemed like he really didn’t know anything, but I got straight to the point.

Summoned the Sphere of Truth.

Marion’s expression immediately froze.

“… What? Uh, why are you taking that out?”

“I want to check with this.”

“… Do I really have to do this?”

“Sorry, I just wanted to make sure.”

“Why… don’t you believe me? Why would you do the same thing as them?”

“Don’t take it emotionally. It’s because I suffered as much as I deserved. We need a safety device like this.”

“… Too bad.”

Marion half weeping. She reluctantly heard the Orb of Truth.

“So, what do you want to ask?”

“First of all, did you witness Madame Pesci die right in front of her eyes?”

“Right. He left me a note with his will and passed away.”

This was the truth.

“Then, did Peshima-sama or other previous Mage Masters ever study how to possess a soul in another body?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’m saying this because I think if it’s Pesima-sama, I think I can use magic to move souls. Did Pesima-sama possess another body by transferring her soul when she died or after death?”

This is the realm of cold speculation. I hadn’t even heard of the magic that moved souls.

However, the Blanc Magic Tower, which transfers knowledge through the method of talent transfer and copies the body, might be able to transfer the soul sufficiently.

“… I do not know.”

After a moment of silence, Marion answered. And the color of the truth orb…….

It hasn’t changed. It was pure white like snow.

Maybe my senses were wrong. I considered several possibilities.

The first manipulated the results of the Sphere of Truth. If you have Marion’s advanced spirit-type magic, it might be possible.

The second is that Pesima really doesn’t know how to use such magic. In fact, it is not strange because there are only uncertain rumors about the reality of spirit-related magic.

But a third possibility.

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What if Marion just didn’t know? What if she didn’t read all of Pesima’s research materials?

“… For a moment. You, did you receive the transfer of knowledge from the Blanc Magic Tower?”

“Why are you asking such a painful question? This….”

“Yes, I know this is a sensitive question. I just need to know for sure. Is it true that you know all the magic of the Blanc Magic Tower?”

“… Failed.”

The color of the Sphere of Truth still hasn’t changed.

“I drank the potion and activated the skill scroll as Pesima-sama instructed. And then I passed out, but when I woke up, nothing had changed. All I got was some authority as Blanc’s tower master, but even that was delivered through the contract I made earlier, not because of that magic.”

“Then… You haven’t mastered all the magic and research materials of the Blanc Magic Tower, have you?”

“If you want to learn all the magic of the Blanc Magic Tower, it will take several decades, no, even a lifetime. I wasn’t even properly educated. That’s why I desperately needed knowledge transfer magic…….”

“Then tell me objectively. How much do you know exactly about the magic of the Blanc Magic Tower?”

“… One 1%? No, actually, that might not work either.”

I felt a sense of desolation. I hoped it was false, but the orb of truth remained consistently white.

‘Or did you really manipulate the orb of truth….’

I thought of the first possibility again, but when I saw Marion’s face that looked like she was about to cry, I thought it wasn’t.

Even if you can manipulate the sphere of truth, you cannot hide the innate mana energy. In that sense, Marion’s aura was at the level of an academy cadet.

With such skill, there’s no way he manipulated the sphere of truth without me noticing. Likewise, that crying expression couldn’t be a lie.

So it seems that Marion is not conspiring with Pesima and faking her death.

That doesn’t mean Pesima’s chances of survival are completely gone, though.

“I’m sorry.”

At that time, Raphael, who had been quietly listening to her conversation, stepped forward to comfort Marion.

“… It’s a big deal. It’s because the knowledge of the Blanc Magic Tower is going to be buried like this.”

“Still, there are still magic books and research materials left, right? If we join forces, we might be able to preserve the knowledge of Blanc Magic Tower as much as possible.”

Raphaella comforted Marion, and the tears she had been holding back burst out.

Rafaela comforted her with her restlessness, and I lowered my head looking at her.

‘I don’t understand.’

Why on earth did Pesima appoint such a fragile wizard as the next Mage Tower owner?

Did she just think that if she died, then the Blanc Magic Tower would end?

There must have been a reason for the appointment, but there is no clear answer.

“Marion.”

“… Huh?”

“… I’m sorry for pushing you. And thank you for telling me the truth.”

“It’s okay. Have you cleared your doubts now?”

“For now. Still, I want to see Pesima at least once. In a way, I was also his disciple, right? So I thought it would be my duty to visit the grave.”

After thinking for a while, I spoke to Marion.

I don’t have high expectations, but I still wanted to get some clues.

Fortunately, Marion did not suspect anything and stood up, wiping away her tears.

“Okay.”

She stood in front of the door she had been to and started her device again.

Before I opened the door, I took something out of a nearby closet as if I had remembered something.

“Oh, before you go. You’d better wear this.”

A fur coat that looks thick even at a glance.

“… I’m wearing Blanc Magic Tower’s outfit, so it’s fine, but you’ll need it.”

“Can I go too?”

“Okay. Then wear Miss Raphaella.”

I don’t know why, but we put on the fur coats as Marion ordered.

And I knew why I needed it the moment the door opened.

Kiyiyi……

Wheeying….

As soon as the door opened, a bone-chilling wind rushed into the cabin.

It was on a different level from the cold I’ve experienced so far. Like… ….

‘Antarctica?’

It was a chill that could only be felt in the polar region. Well, if this world were a round planet like Earth, there would be polar regions like this.

But I didn’t know that he set foot in the polar region from Blanc Magic Tower.

“… This is an ice world. This is a place that only the magicians of Blanc’s Tower know. And here are the tombs of the previous masters of the Blanc Tower.”

“Why did you bury it in a place like this?”

“The Magic Tower Lord, who first discovered this place, said he wanted to rest here because it was a white world that matched the Blanc Magic Tower.”

Why do you know such a tradition well? I shook my head.

“Follow me carefully.”

As her Marion went ahead, I cautiously followed her.

Puddeuk. Podeudeuk.

I felt like I had returned to my childhood when I heard the sound of stepping on the snow for the first time in a while, but I came back to my senses.

It was the perfect place to hide magic circles or other traps, as it was covered in snow all around.

That’s why I turned on the search magic just in case.

“… It is very cold.”

She followed me slowly as Raphaella also clenched her teeth.

The place we arrived at was a small house made of white marble. When I went inside, it was a little colder.

“This is the place where the masters of the Blanc Magic Tower are enshrined for generations.”

As Marion spoke, lights came on on both sides of the hallway. At the same time, I could see the corpses of the previous owners of the Mage Tower enshrined in glass coffins on either side.

“Pesima-sama… Stay here.”

And I could see Pesima’s body.

I carefully checked Pesima’s body covered in a glass coffin.

Lying down in her usual long white dress, her expression was distorted as if she was in pain even in death.

‘Are you really dead?’

I looked at Pesima and thought.

Aside from the fact that there was no blood, the body was well-preserved to the point that I wondered if it was sleeping. However, the same was true of the bodies of the other Mage Tower owners.

And I couldn’t feel the mana that should be felt from a living creature.

‘As expected, there’s nothing to be gained here.’

As I was about to turn around, I sensed a very subtle trace of magic in Pesima’s hand.

I looked closely at Pesima’s hand.

“… There’s something drawn on the back of her hand. What?”

On the back of his right hand, it seemed that some kind of pattern was drawn.

Just like a magic circle.

But I couldn’t see it well because I was covering it with my left hand.

“Rafaela, can you see me too?”

“Yes. It looks like a scar, but the shape is strange to call it a scar.”

“Marion. Excuse me, but may I open this glass coffin?”

“… Glass tube? What do you mean now?”

Frightened Marion. So I quickly shook my head.

“Maybe it’s the password. A will that Pessima-nim tried to secretly leave for you.”

“But Pesima-sama left a separate will.”

“I don’t think he wrote it right before he died. In fact, it may be more important to you than to me.”

“But… ….”

“Marion, please.”

“Then… okay. I will allow it.”

After ejaculating even Raphaella, Marion reluctantly allowed her to open the glass tube.

“Thank you.”

I opened the glass tube and carefully removed Pesima’s left hand. And I checked the pattern drawn on the back of her hand.

It seemed that part of it was lost because only a really fine scar remained, but it seemed like the magic circle was right.

Perhaps he drew a magic circle with his own blood in a hurry, but it seemed that the scars were left when the magic circle was activated.

I immediately took out a piece of paper and a pen and drew along the magic circle.

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“Can you recognize this magic circle?”

After I finished drawing the magic circle, I showed it to Raphaella and Marion. But both shook their heads.

“… The letters themselves drawn here are not used in the Solus Empire. It must have been written in an ancient language.”

“Ancient language?”

“Yes, it sounds like the language of the old Ratis Empire. I think it will take a lot of time to decipher this too. By any chance, Marion-nim, do you know the language of the Latis Empire?”

“Ah-chu!! Sorry. I don’t know either. Shall we go back and do some more analysis?”

Marion sneezed loudly. I was cold too, so she agreed.

After putting the glass coffin over Pesima’s body, we went back to the cabin.

There were no pitfalls that we were concerned about.

***

In the afternoon, the saintess visited Roswell.

With the death of Duke Rossier, the whole of Roswell was in a memorial mood. Blue roses symbolizing Roswell were hung everywhere, and everyone was wearing black clothes.

“He died after taking the wrong medicine.”

“Doesn’t something seem odd? How could Lucas-sama make such a fatal mistake?”

“Since Lucas-sama is also human, he can make mistakes, right? They say it’s a difficult drug to make.”

“But it is… ….”

Heading to her mansion, the saintess heard the reaction of the citizens of Roswell. His death is also questionable.

Eventually, the saintess entered her mansion and saw Iris weeping over the body of Duke Rossier enshrined in her coffin.

Beside her, her younger brother Fleance, as well as the servants and escort knights around her, were all crying, but among them, Iris cried too much.

“Holy Lady, are you here?”

As one of the escort knights greeted her, Iris turned her head and looked at her saintess.

The saintess paid a moment of silence to the Duke of Rossier to commemorate her.

“… Can we talk for a moment?”

Then she took Iris to a deserted place.

Others thought that the saintess had come to comfort her iris.

However, as Iris followed her saintess, her heart beat fast.

“I’m sorry about the Duke Rossier.”

The saintess said as she entered Iris’s room.

The saintess took a quick look around and immediately closed her door.

Then she shot Iris with a 180 degree change of attitude.

“By the way, why don’t you stop doing that heinous acting? Because the Goddess knows the real culprit who killed the Duke of Rosie.”