Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 118: The Fairy King
Lucius glared at the Fairy King.
“What did you show me?”
“A possible future with a 47.133% probability of occurring. It was predicted by the magic acceleration computation device installed in the ‘Path’ that the new humans call the ‘Tower.’ You didn’t merely see it; you actually experienced it.”
Although there were some words he didn’t understand, it was clear that it was a prediction of the future. And it seemed to have been realized through some sort of magic technique.
However, there was something he couldn’t understand. He had only met the Fairy King a few times and certainly had not done anything to earn its enmity directly.
“Why me? Why did you make me experience something so repulsive?”
“I have no interest in you. I merely acted according to the pact made between me and the people of Fels.”
“A pact with Fels?”
Lucius wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stared at the Fairy King.
“The pact states that if a representative of Fels pays the ‘price,’ I will grant a wish through my magic stone. However, whether or not it is granted is up to me.”
Fels was the name of an ancient people who were said to have lived around the royal capital, Bradford.
It seemed that according to the promise made with the people who once lived around the capital, the Fairy King showed Lucius that nightmare.
The condition was that it had to be a wish made by the representative of the clan.
If the people of Fels still existed in some form in this land, the representative of the clan would correspond to the head of one of the four great noble families, or perhaps even the king.
In other words, the one who made the wish to the Fairy King was…
“His Majesty.”
“That is what people call him.”
“What did His Majesty wish for? What was the price paid?”
“The ‘price’ for summoning me is always the same: the relinquishment of a magic core, resulting in the termination of the contract with a gun monster. The first wish was to assist you within the Tower. It was an interesting wish because it was to help another rather than oneself or one’s family, so I granted it. And I gave you my magic stone.”
—Contract termination
For a magician, losing their familiar is an immense humiliation.
Lucius himself felt an overwhelming sense of loss when the evil dragon was sealed.
It was like suddenly losing your limbs or sight—something that had always been there.
For Lucius, who had four magic cores, it was this bad. He couldn’t even imagine how it would be for someone who only had one. Moreover, losing a magic core would mean losing even their magic power.
But there was something that piqued his interest.
“The first wish… does that mean there was more to the wish?”
“The person made two wishes. The second was to grant you the power to protect the country.”
“The power to protect the country. How much of a ‘price’ would that require?”
“Yes. It was a price he couldn’t fully pay. What I sought was the fundamental life force, meaning his lifespan, but he was too old. Therefore, he presented me with a condition.”
“A condition?”
“To be killed by someone of the same Fels bloodline within a month. Regardless, he would meet his end in a month. It was an interesting wish, so I granted it. The pact was successfully made.”
Lucius clenched his fists.
“And you achieved one of the tasks I set.”
The words “Take care of the country” were said to him repeatedly.
In hindsight, it was clear that those words were spoken with an awareness of impending death.
Furthermore, the king must have predicted the coup that was likely to occur in the future.
The Fairy King referred to it as a “wish,” but it was clear what the king’s true wish was. It was undoubtedly to quietly pass away without any coup occurring.
This was evident because nothing had been communicated to Lucius himself.
Even so, the king entrusted his wish to Lucius alone, likely because there wasn’t enough of a “price” to intervene in multiple events.
Additionally, the relationship between the West Windsor family and the Fairy King was now evident.
—The Fairy King is deeply involved in the history of the kingdom.
The West Windsor family, a clan of fortunes and misfortunes. The fact that many of its heads had short lives and many lost their familiar was the result of the heads paying the “price.”
The wishes were often for dealing with disasters and calamities of the time. When the individual’s life alone wasn’t enough, they would even offer their wives or children as “price.”
At the same time, it became clear that Dion was not fully trusted by the king, as he was unaware of this fact.
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Dion believed that the many suspicious deaths in the West Windsor family were due to assassinations. That likely happened too. But many were the results of rulers who sacrificed themselves to save the country and its people. It was a way of governance that dishonored their ancestors’ intentions.
Though Lucius felt anger and frustration about this, what mattered most now was not the West Windsor family.
There were more urgent and pressing matters.
“…How can I avoid that future?”
Lucius raised his treasured sword.
He knew this was the critical moment, the turning point of everything.
If he climbed to the top floor, the ‘Hunter’ would be waiting. From below, the Royal Guards were approaching, and outside the tower, the empire’s large army was advancing.
The fact that the Fairy King, who claimed to be the pinnacle of gun monsters and promised to grant him the power to protect the country, appeared on the fourth floor was evidence enough.
That meant the Fairy King must know how to deal with it.
“Answer me!!”
The Fairy King smiled.
“I have tempered your heart and skill. Now, choose pure power. Just as Zenon, who was once called the Hero King, answered my challenge and chose.”
The Fairy King stepped back.
A flow of magic power formed in front of Lucius. It was an immense torrent of magic power, as if all the magic in the surroundings was gathering in one place.
—The magic power is taking shape…
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The magic power, compressed to its extreme, began to take on a physical form. Then, suddenly, the dense magic power, so overwhelming that it numbed Lucius’ senses, vanished.
In its place, six enormous magic stones floated in the air.
Black, red, indigo, blue, brown, and yellow—all were massive magic stones, each as large as a human torso.
The amount of magic power needed to form such enormous stones was beyond imagination.
While Lucius and the others were speechless, magic techniques overflowed from the magic power leaking out of each stone, instantly covering them.
“Kuh.”
The intense magic power was enough to freeze the surrounding magma.
At the center of this magic power appeared a monster.
The first to emerge was a ring made of darkness, entangled with countless chains and locks.
“Lukifugus… Why is the master of this tower here on the fourth layer!?”
Melania and the Kyrgyz behind Lucius screamed.
More distortions in the magic power appeared, manifesting more monsters.
A giant with twisted horns made of flames and a lion-like face, Satanakia.
A giant whale with a long beard made of water, Agaliarept.
A mantis with countless scythes made of ice, Fleurety.
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A ram with fangs made of earth, Sargatanas.
A giant arm made of lightning, Nebiros.
“Ahhh! The masters of the ‘Tower’ from the legends are appearing one after another! What!? What is happening!?”
Six gun monsters emerged from the distorted space.
Lucius watched the scene intently.
Each one was on par with or even superior to the current evil dragon and Chiyou.
Even though he didn’t show it on his face, the tense atmosphere made his internal organs feel heavy.
They were undoubtedly the masters of the tower.
Contracting with any of the six would undoubtedly provide tremendous power. It was truly the power to protect the nation.
If the Fairy King’s words were true, then Zenon, the Hero King who founded the Pandorania Federation, one of the three great nations, had defeated one of these tower masters, using their magic stone and remains to gain an extraordinary puppet.
Now, Lucius was given that chance.
This rare opportunity was brought about by the king’s life and resolve.
The image of the king bestowing the Light Sword upon him when he was three years old flashed through Lucius’ mind. The king had always believed in him, given to him, and watched over him.
Now, it was his turn to respond.
—Choose, huh
Lucius spoke to Melania, who was standing frozen nearby, seemingly forgetting to even breathe.
“Melania, bring the gun monster Shackles.'”
Melania, startled, forced her stiff body and mouth to move.
“Lu-Lucius-sama? It’s impossible, it’s absolutely impossible! These are the tower masters! They won’t submit to being familiars!”
“It’s fine. That’s what I’m always told.”
“Really!? You won’t die, right!?”
“Yeah, I’ve already died once.”
“Don’t say such ominous things!”
Lucius and Melania’s eyes met. Realizing he was serious, Melania took out the gun monster Shackles from her backpack and handed them to Lucius.
“Get the Kyrgyz to move back to the wall.”
Nodding so vigorously it seemed her neck might break, Melania led the Kyrgyz away.
“…Master.”
The puppet Sol quietly stood beside him.
“Sol, you’re not suited for combat, so stay on standby. If any curses befall the Kyrgyz, break them without hesitation.”
Sol nodded anxiously.
Confirming that everyone had retreated to the far-off wall, Lucius donned the gun monster Shackles. As he walked, he familiarized himself with the feel of the thick bracelet on his right wrist and the one-meter chain connected to it.
—It won’t hinder my combat.
He stopped and addressed the Fairy King.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s do this.”
The red Fairy King asked,
“Which of the gun monsters do you wish to contract with?”
The six tower masters focused their sharpened gazes on Lucius.
“It’s decided. You.”
Lucius pointed at the monster standing in front of him.
The red Fairy King.
“…So, you choose to betray his wish. You’ve piqued my interest a little.”