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Chapter 330 & Chapter 331
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Chapter 330 – Remnants of the Empire
“Myrril, are there any enemy soldiers still alive?”
“There may be some left in the castle, but this room is full of corpses.”
The body of the Emperor on the throne is left as it is, and the bodies of the Imperial Army, PMC, and commanders are stored with their equipment. The captured weapons include twelve M4s of various specifications, and two Minimi squad support weapons. These are light machine guns that use the same 5.56 x 45mm rounds as the M4.
“So these are the soldiers from the world Yoshua came from? Their weapons are not so different from the ones supplied in Casemaian, are they?”
“Well, yes. They’re almost half a century old, but the functions haven’t changed much.”
There were three of the same submachine guns the commander had, the H&K UMP. There were twelve pistols, almost as many Beretta 92s, H&K USPs, and Glock 17s. There was a large amount of ammunition, ammunition belts, and magazines. There was no sniper equipment—just the bolt-action rifle we saw on the roof (and I know it is useless).
“Are they out of ‘Aiedi’?” [T/n: IED.]
“Yeah, I can’t find any. I guess they used it all on us.”
I wonder what kind of situation they were called in for, but to be honest, I don’t really want to know. Knowing the backbones of the people I’ve killed only gives me bad dreams.
There were also twelve shrapnel grenades, four stun grenades, and two smoke grenades. There was also what looked like a military radio, but it was useless because there was no way to know who to call. There were about ten smartphones, but they were also useless, so they were pointless.
There were also three bottles of vodka. There seemed to be a certain amount of discipline and order, so the vodka seemed to be more for awareness and disinfection than for drinking. There were no medical supplies. Among the personal effects was an unopened carton of cigarettes and several opened packs. I don’t smoke and have never seen a smoker in this world, so I don’t keep the cigarettes and leave them as they are.
It seems that the soldiers of the Imperial Army were mages, and there were several of their staff members lying around. I have no use for them, but I’ll keep them just in case.
“Yoshua.”
The shards of the shattered magic cores flickered on the handle of the throne. They looked a bit like the call signs on a communication device. When I touched them with my fingertips, I felt as if my magic power was being drained, and image windows began to open one after another on the white walls of the room.
“Is this a surveillance video?”
“It seems to be. Wave your hand at it.”
“Huh?”
The statue of the Emperor holding the magic core is in the corner of the room. Is that the receiver?
“It’s probably being broadcast to various places in the Imperial Capital and the Empire.”
Some of the windows showed listless faces looking up. In the background was a dilapidated street corner and a dirty-looking building that could be a warehouse or a detention center. And… a slum.
“It seems that only the demi-humans have survived in the Empire.”
Indeed, if you think about it, the only other beings in the picture are the curly-haired dwarves and elves with their distinctive ears. It’s ironic that they weren’t victims of discrimination.
“Can you hear me, beastmen, dwarves and elves?”
Some of the people in the image froze at the sound of my voice. Their frightened expressions told of the harsh treatment they had received.
“My name is Takifu Yoshua. I am a merchant, a magician, and the Demon King of Casemaian.”
I don’t know how they will take this, but there is no other way to say it clearly. I stand next to the throne and point to the headless body of the Emperor.
“The Empire that was hostile to us has been destroyed by the Demon King and his wife. There is nothing left to oppress you. We are now on our way to the villages outside the city walls. I will also visit you all, so if you need help, please call on me at any time.”
In the background of the image of the slums, I could see the children I had eaten venison with waving at me.
Chapter 331 – A Priceless Treasure
We walk around the silent palace.
“Before we go to the slums, is there anything you want?”
“Nothing special, but since we’re on our way, why not break into the treasury? It would make a nice souvenir for the oppressed, wouldn’t it?”
That’s a good idea, we say, thinking like bandits.
“I thought we’d teleport out of the palace, but… I mean, do you know where the treasury is?”
“I don’t know either, but if the Emperor wants to keep it close to him, it would be near the throne, and if he wants to strengthen the defenses, it would be underground, right?”
The only rooms connected to the throne room beside the main staircase were the antechamber, where the retainers and guards would wait, and the hidden staircase for emergency escape. By the way, the hidden staircase led to the collapsed staircase room, which was unusable. That’s why the Emperor couldn’t escape.
“If it wasn’t near the throne, it must be somewhere downstairs.”
I slowly made my way down the stairs that didn’t collapse. That’s fine, but why are you making such a loud noise with your footsteps, Myrril-san?
“I am showing the might of the Demon King by making a loud noise. If the one who would become the Emperor is still alive, I have to make him understand that he has to make a decision.”
In short, Mir-san’s warm words are: “If you don’t want to die, run away.”
But we had reached the ground floor. We hadn’t seen anyone or heard any noise, and we didn’t know if they had already escaped or were hiding, holding their breath.
“Hmm?”
In the entrance hall, or rather the large open space at the entrance, the corpses of the soldiers were piled up against the wall. They were tall and large, and they had some kind of magical tool-like device attached to their limbs, head, and torso. I thought they might be called golems, but I didn’t know their official name. In short, they were cyborg soldiers.
“All of their heads have been blown off… I guess the slave collars exploded.
“I see. I thought there was another enemy.”
“That’s not necessarily the case. For these guys, their biggest enemy was their own people. The mages who bound them to themselves died, and they were caught in the crossfire.”
According to the contract of the magic tool collar, if the practitioner, the master, dies, the wearer dies as well. The reason why the remaining enemies are invisible might be because they died a chain-like death somewhere without anyone knowing.
“I wonder if everyone in the slums is safe?
“Judging from the examples we’ve seen so far, it seems that the only time they shackle the demi-humans is when they send them into the enemy camp as expendable pawns. I’ll give the idiots in the Imperial Palace that much credit.”
Well, it’s not out of goodwill but of a sense of discrimination.
Once we entered the back of the entrance hall, we found ourselves in a stark white walled area. Simple corridors ran in all directions, with numbers written on each corner. This must be the backstage area where the staff who support the functions of the palace work. It was strangely eerie, like an empty school with no one around in a place that should be full of people.
“I wonder if there’s a basement or something.”
“It seems like there’s a light breeze coming from that direction. There’s a strange smell…”
As I followed Myrril, I could hear a light breeze coming from the stairwell. She continued her non-destructive inspection, tapping the wall with her fist, looking for any sign of anything.
“I think this is the hidden door…”
Opening the side of the door in front of her, she operated what looked like a lever, and the wall fell away a short distance away, revealing a mechanism. The negative pressure was released, and a breeze blew through.
“Ugh, it stinks!”
“Hmm… there are several people, or maybe dozens of people, dead inside.”
I don’t know what’s going on or what caused the tragedy, but the fact that there’s such a putrid smell in the middle of winter means that the situation inside is one that I don’t want to see too much of.
“Let’s not do this. Diseases are spread by the rotting corpses.”
We didn’t really need the treasure. It was just a bonus, and there was no point in suffering psychological trauma. Myrril-san turned the crank next to the lever and sealed the hidden door again. We stopped searching for the treasure room and left through the front entrance.
“Yoshua, wait a minute.”
I was about to teleport to the city walls, but Myrril-san noticed something and led me into an alley.
“This way.”
“Enemy? Refugees?”
“I don’t know. There’s some kind of strange noise…”
Myrril, who was leading the way, rounded the corner and let out a startled cry as she saw something.
“…What are you doing?”
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