The Hero Party Couldn’t Kill Me

Chapter 2: The Mistakes of the Warriors’ Party (6)

After hearing the saintess’ words, the atmosphere in the conference room became heavy again.

It’s not just death and the destruction of the Great Crusade that they fear.

‘As long as the Great War of Etoire doesn’t collapse, the goddess will never abandon us.’

A prophecy that has been passed down since before the foundation of the Solus Empire, that is, from the early days of Etoileism.

And true to its word, the Great War of Etoile has never collapsed.

Thus, according to that revelation, Goddess Etoir would abandon them.

“With things like this, why don’t we just make the revelation itself fully public?”

“That is too dangerous. Knowingly or unknowingly, all those who had antipathy toward the church might end up sticking to Edmund. If that happens, excommunication alone will not be able to stop them. It could lead to a civil war.”

“Then what should I do now? Has the Goddess given any further revelations?”

“… Not yet.”

It’s not that strange. Revelation from a goddess doesn’t happen often.

But now, more than ever, the guidance of the goddess is needed, so Saint Lucy will also pray more earnestly.

Instead, now they have no choice but to do the best they can.

“First of all, we have to do our best. What happened to sending the mage to the Blanc Mage Tower?”

“Ah, the new mage master of the Blanc mage tower is gone. But she’ll be back soon, so I’ll press on then.”

“… Thank god. Then, have you found any traces of teleportation besides the Blanc Magic Tower?”

“The Rogue Mage Tower has completed its investigation within the empire and is now searching outside the empire. There will be news soon.”

“Okay. Please do not stop searching until Edmund’s location is confirmed.”

“Me, saintess. I have a question.”

Just as the meeting was about to end, someone raised their hand.

It was Auguste, the head priest of Solaum, the capital of the empire.

“Yes, please.”

“Didn’t Her Highness conjecture that the princess tried to kill Edmund? Are you going to do nothing about it?”

A similar question to the one Calia asked earlier. However, since her antipathy toward the princess grew stronger than then, the saintess also pondered for a while.

“The princess is supported by the people. Touching her the wrong way can backfire.”

“But you can’t just watch it like this, can you?”

“So, we should dig behind her some more. Do a thorough search to see if you have anything to criticize publicly. In particular, evidence of contact with Edmund… No. Report any suspicious circumstances immediately.”

So this time I decided to try to pressure her princess.

***

“Woe, see, see, see Her Highness.”

Meanwhile, in the throne room of the imperial palace, Marion trembled and greeted her princess.

In the overwhelming atmosphere at a glance, even the voice did not come out properly.

“… You won’t be too nervous. I’m not trying to scold you.”

“Everything, I’m glad…” .”

“I just called because I wanted to talk. Pesima, is she really dead?”

“Yes, he passed away right after he returned to the Blanc Tower the other day.”

Tearful Marion.

“… I’m sorry.”

Because of the karma that Pesima had committed, the princess only raised words of condolence in principle.

“The reason I called you today is because of the contract Pesima made with Edmund. As far as I know, it has now been carried over to you, is that correct?”

“… Yes.”

“Then did Edmund come to visit you? Or did you contact Sujeonggu?”

“Oh, not yet. So I’m a bit worried. Really, what happened….”

The princess stared intently at her Marion. She didn’t seem to be lying.

‘Then is Edmund really dead…? ….’

Anxiety swept over her for a moment, but the princess shook that thought away.

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“… All right. If Edmund comes to your mage tower later, report back to me.”

“Yes… yes!”

“Oh, and. Did I order something?”

“You mean the corpse of the demon king? Ha, but I told you. It’s the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“Don’t be fooled.”

The princess narrowed her eyes and said. In the end, Marion, who could not overcome her pressure, summoned the body of the demon king from subspace, trembling with her body.

“… You haven’t forgotten why Blanc Magic Tower went to the brink of expulsion. I hope you don’t repeat the same mistakes as the previous Mage Tower owners.”

The princess called someone with her crystal ball and said. Soon, two soldiers appeared in the audience room and carried the demon king’s body on a stretcher.

“That, just make sure I can’t get my hands on it from other magic towers.”

“Don’t worry about that. I will dispose of it right away.”

In fact, the demon king’s body was now on its way to the incinerator. At this, Marion gave her a slightly relieved expression.

“Let’s go.”

Marion bowed once more with courtesy to her princess and then turned around.

‘In the end, you haven’t changed even after becoming the owner of the Mage Tower.’

Looking at Marion’s back, the princess thought.

Mage masters of the Blanc Mage Tower rapidly increase their magic skills when they become the owner of the mage tower. It exudes energy from a different dimension from the demon.

But Marion didn’t feel that kind of magic at all.

***

“How are you feeling today?”

“Everything is fine, but her left arm seems to be getting numb. Although she felt the pain go away… It doesn’t seem to have gone away for the better.”

Rafaela’s expression darkened as he checked the condition of my left arm.

“I’m sorry. Now her left arm is beyond repair.”

“Then do I have to amputate?”

“Yes. That’s for the best.”

It must have been shocking, but surprisingly, I accepted it calmly.

Is it because he sensed that he had already survived, or was it because he was already mentally prepared?

Or was it because he knew that in this world, even if his left arm was amputated, it could be restored?

“Then, could you cut off your left arm and make a new one?”

“Are you talking about putting on a magic arm? It’s a pity, but the space doesn’t have the right ingredients.”

“No, I mean, can you regenerate an arm at all?”

Once upon a time, when I was fighting the Four Heavenly Kings, Baal, my right wrist was cut off.

The severed wrist was burned away by magic, so it was a hopeless situation that could not be attached.

But at that time Pesima had cured me. After calmly drawing a magic circle, she made me go to the center of the magic circle.

And when he cast the spell, the severed wrist was regenerated in less than 5 minutes.

This time it is more difficult because the whole arm has to be treated, not the wrist, but wouldn’t it be possible if you know the principle?

“… It’s a very difficult magic. To my knowledge, it is impossible.”

“But what if I remembered the shape of that magic circle back then?”

Rafaela’s eyes sparkled at my words.

Actually, I don’t remember it 100% accurately, but I vaguely remember the magic circle Pesima drew at that time.

Perhaps a wizard like Raphaella could fill in the gaps I missed.

“Could you draw it here right now?”

Raphaella immediately took out her parchment and her quill.

I tried to draw as close as possible to the magic circle that Rafaela drew.

“I finished drawing.”

Rafaela began to analyze the magic circle drawn on the parchment. I corrected the patterns that I seemed to have written incorrectly with a quill pen.

“What the hell is this magic… How….”

The more she looked at the magic circle, the whiter her expression became. And when she finished her analysis, she laughed and muttered in a low voice.

“This is body copy magic.”

I was shocked when I heard that too.

“Wah, are you sure? Apparently, when my right wrist grew with this magic at that time, it seemed like I was using super-regeneration magic with high performance….”

“Of course, the principle of this magic is very similar to super regeneration magic. However, it is on a different level from super regeneration magic. It’s possible to restore this guy’s bones, flesh, veins, and mana channels all the same.”

Well, if you think about it, maybe I thought it was too easy.

General super-regeneration magic is limited to suturing wounds or restoring cut off flesh. However, the magic Pesima showed off succeeded in almost completely reconstructing everything from bones to flesh and even fingerprints.

I realize it all over again. Why Pesima was the strongest magician in the Empire.

Anyway, that’s not what’s important now.

“Then… can you write?”

It is not the end just because you know the magic circle. We also need to figure out how to make this work.

“I can’t give you a definitive answer yet. Could you give me a little time? I haven’t quite figured out how this magic works yet.”

“Of course.”

“Okay, I’ll be back as soon as the analysis is over.”

Raphaella tried to leave the room after putting the parchment with the magic circle on it into the subspace. Then she stopped abruptly and looked behind her.

“This magic circle… The person who drew it is Pesima, right?”

“Oh, right.”

“I only heard it through rumors, but the Blanc Magic Tower is scary. How the hell was he able to create such magic?”

At that moment, I felt like I was fighting something.

The last time you saw Pesima, what was she like?

Apparently she was bleeding from the corner of her mouth. And she just fell to her floor.

A futile end that does not fit the name of the best wizard in the Solus Empire.

But did she really die?

“Hey, Rafaela.”

“Yes?”

“About this body copying magic, you might think… Do you think it’s possible to copy parts other than just the arms? So, even the organs inside the body?”

Rafaela’s eyes turned round. With great difficulty, she opened her mouth.

“Copying the outline would be easy. However, I doubt that it will be able to perfectly reproduce that function. Especially the brain.”

“As expected… yes?”

“However, if it’s Blanc Magic Tower, you won’t know.”

Hearing Raphaella’s answer, I secretly swallowed my saliva.

I suddenly became curious. The death penalty mentioned in this contract, exactly how it is activated.

Is it the extinction of the soul or the irreparable damage to the body?

If it’s the latter. And if Pesima somehow manages to cast this spell right before dying.

Maybe she’s still alive?