A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

242 – Barcelona Terror (2)

Gold is a fairly soft metal.

Just as the way to check pure gold is by biting it with your teeth, it can easily be damaged if you touch it even a little incorrectly.

However, there is more of this gold than you think.

Could it be that the Gold Dragon has so much gold buried underground that it will hardly be depleted even if mined for 500 years, and that 500 years of mining are just about to come to an end?

Some say.

The Gold Dragon collected gold from the entire continent by threatening all humans, then melted it, solidified it, and buried it in the form of ore veins underground in the land of Nostrum.

It was one of the hypotheses, but it was also one of the established theories.

Little gold was found in the land beyond the canyon.

The fact that the crown that symbolizes the emperor’s authority in the Thersian Empire is not a gold crown but a silver laurel wreath shows how blessed Nostrum is.

So, the empire secretly obtained gold by counterfeiting gold coins and embezzling gold coins.

Gold is used in places where it is absolutely necessary, not a luxury item.

Taking advantage of the special properties of gold, the empire began to utilize gold in various places.

One of them is ‘mana conductivity’.

Just as electricity flows well through gold, mana also flows through gold with little loss.

Therefore, magic workshops, including the Empire’s Magic Alchemy, used to plant gold magic wires in places that were free of external shocks among the core parts that conveyed mana.

In the shape of a magic circle.

Gold was also used in this terrorist attack.

The core of terrorism is a magic stone with ‘advanced explosive magic’.

The explosive magic stone-bomb that killed the terrorist exploded the terrorist and the dragon, but the bomb the terrorist first threw, breaking the window, was broken in half by Sir Robert.

At that time, the crack split.

The golden magic circle was split in half.

A gold magic circle is overlapped inside a spherical magic stone, and that magic circle is a high-level explosion magic.

That is the true nature of the bomb used in terrorism.

Gibraltar decided to go one step further.

What would happen if you created a magic circle made of gold so that magic could be activated at any time as long as mana passed through it, but at the same time, you added hard metal on top to prevent the magic circle from being damaged?

It is like making a metal that looks ordinary on the outside while magic is installed inside.

If this is used for everyday life rather than bombing, the existing wind rock engine can be adjusted to be several times more efficient.

If the existing wind stone used the shape of the magic circle by ‘carving the magic stone and engraving it’, if you install a magic circle made of gold that does not corrode and does not break, you can transmit mana more reliably than gold in an empty space.

‘War brings technological advancement. It’s not a logic I like very much, but if you actually look at it like that, it’s quite absurd.’

There are countless ways to use gold, and it is so abundant that Bathory Erzsebet is now asking the emperor to hand over his position as vice president of Orosol Academy-

‘Whether an accident happens because of gold or whether an accident occurs because of gold, it’s really hard to pay attention.’

Both Nostrum and Thersian, most humans are obsessed with gold itself and are causing all kinds of accidents.

Correction.

This is a matter that cannot be defined as a simple incident.

It is terrorism.

It is not simply an economic plunder or theft to steal gold, but a clear political struggle for gold mixed with political intent to have ‘gold from the land of Nostrum’.

‘I tried to shed as little blood as possible during the territory battle, but it looks like more blood will be shed afterwards.’

It was like that just yesterday.

No, a magic attack occurred at midnight on New Year’s Day, and one person was killed, and the intention was to ‘assassinate the governor.’

It was an act of terror committed by bombing magic stones from the air using a flying dragon, knowing that the governor was working late at night in his office.

In fact, the governor was not dead, and the person behind it was found out, and the body disappeared as soon as it was recovered from the Governor-General’s Office.

The Government General has been subject to terrorism since the new year.

Terrorist methods are becoming increasingly unusual, and innovations are taking place in ways that are completely different from existing technologies.

Struggle is the spark for the development of human civilization.

Just like when we attached a wind stone to a magic ship and jumped over the castle wall and crashed into Marquis Castle.

Just as the terrorist created a magic bomb with a gold magic circle engraved on it and tried to cause a bombing in the middle of the night.

-Chae Gyeong-baek. War is the driving force behind human development.

“…Tsk.”

Even if I wanted to hide that fact, I couldn’t.

At least until now.

* * *

[January 1, 1999, 12:32 PM, Barcelona Governor-General’s Office.]

“An explosion in the air near the Government General. This is already the 13th assassination.”

Feeling the warmth of the newspaper printed on the Madou printing press, I leisurely looked at the headlines of the ‘same-day issue’ of the Imperial Newspaper that had just arrived.

“As of last year, the number of times officially known was 12. I’m sorry, Master.”

After hearing the news, Sir Carlos, the leader of the Knights of Gibraltar, who had come running early in the morning, bowed his head with a sad expression.

“The patrol range of the Gibraltar Dragoons…”

“After patrolling for a whole month, it happened one day at the end of the year. There is nothing to be sorry about. However, it means that the other party is also aware of our troops’ patrol trend, so please reexamine the patrol formation of those who have newly joined the Drake Knights.”

“Yes!”

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Just as many people came to the gold mines, many people came to Gibraltar.

Gibraltar also organized its own dragoons, and Sir Carlos became the leader of the dragoons and operates the dragoons.

The skills are still lacking.

It is not possible to carry out an aerial assault with a lance like the Knights of the Black Rose in Morgania, or to have a flying dragon spin around like a whirlpool and charge towards the opposing dragoons.

Newborn.

A newly created unit.

Even though most of the drakes that the dragoons ride on are newly adult wyverns, they have no particular advantage other than the mobility of ‘flying in the air’, but even though they lack experience in combat in the air, the new dragoons are eagerly roaming around Gibraltar.

“Hey, young master. Could it be that the flying dragon that was used in this assassination… “

“He died in an explosion. He was caught in the explosion by the magic stone containing advanced explosion magic.”

“Sigh. It’s a shame. If he had been captured like last time, we could have used him.”

“The human who caused the terrorist attack this time did not jump to save the dragon.”

Why was the Dragon Knights created and flown over Gibraltar?

Because assassins and terrorist suspects come riding flying dragons.

“I checked the condition of the dead dragon on the way. There was no dog tag or anything like that, but it looks like the information was leaked from our side.”

“Why?”

“The direction of the wing bones was pointing downwards, not upwards. This is a characteristic of wyverns growing in the southern part of the kingdom. And Gres Aviles, the eldest son of Baron Aviles, has not been seen since morning.”

“…Who is it?”

“This is a new knight who was recommended to join the Dragoons. I think he may be the culprit. No one has seen him since 9 PM yesterday.”

“I see. Then…”

Baron Aviles is in the south.

“After joining the Dragoon Corps directly and learning the patrol shift, they secretly slipped out to the outskirts of the territory after 9 PM on December 31, 1998, Imperial Calendar. From there, they rode the flying dragons operated by their family and watched the night sky at the end of the year when security was relaxed. He flew in, arrived at the Government-General, and attempted to cause terrorism.”

Who. When. Where. What. How. The end.

“…Why did you do that?”

“Why, la.”

“As for the motive… “

“There are too many things to guess, so we can’t find out. Since he’s already dead, we can’t even interrogate him.”

I pointed to the gray powder placed on the large desk in a sunny corner of the office.

“Isn’t that right?”

“We will watch Baron Aviles’ reaction. I don’t know how he will react…”

“My eldest son came to someone else’s territory and went missing. There’s no way he could stay silent. If he stays still, he’s an accomplice. If not, show me the body.”

“Wasn’t that the culprit?”

“No way.”

Sir Carlos was thoughtful for a moment as he looked at the gray powder drying in the sun, but I walked towards the gray powder, lightly touched it with my hand, and lightly licked it with my tongue.

“It’s Somnus pollen that grew in the plains, not underground.”

“…Phew. I thought they had already removed the body again.”

“I can’t give Baron Aviles an excuse to get rid of the body and then say, ‘Where is my son?'”

“If you ask where it is, I will personally guide you to the morgue.”

“Yes. No. I will just send the letter.”

“Your son went undercover and tried to assassinate the governor?”

“Okay. If you don’t want to end up being involved in a crime by association…”

I pointed to the sword sheaths lined up in a row next to the somnus powder.

“Buy an exoneration sword.”

“…”

“There is still one chance left. I told you. If you did it, you are an accomplice, so you can cut him off, but if you did it without knowing, all you have to do is deal with the sin of raising your child incorrectly.”

The former is a challenge to Gibraltar, but the latter has some extenuating circumstances.

“Still, take a look and see if there is an incompetent king behind it.”

“Yes.”

After Sir Carlos bowed his head, he immediately left the office with a stern expression.

“You’ve had a lot of trouble since the new year. As soon as you heard the news of the terrorist attack, you must have flown here under your father’s orders.”

I wanted to tell him to go and have a cup of tea, but less than a minute after I left, I saw Sir Carlos flying away on a flying dragon.

“We must build a direct route between the Government-General and the Marquis Castle within a month.”

After boiling it once, I poured lukewarm water from the water bottle that was kept warm into a cup, then gently sprinkled the dried somnus pollen and stirred it with a spoon.

“By the way, he is a father who lost his child.”

The color is close to gold.

Because it was grown in a sunny location and facing the sun, the color of the car changes to resemble the color of the sunset.

Hello.

“Either the child was deceived by the incompetent king, or he himself fell for it…”

The car is bitter.

“Behind terrorism, there is Saint Geo Nostrum.”

Is there a reason why the tea tastes bitter?

“…If you touch me, I die.”

Along with Baron Aviles’ son, his father Baron Aviles, is also scheduled to go to the underworld.

Although I didn’t do anything.

* * *

At that time, Baron Aviles.

“Yes, leader. Your tail will not be stepped on.”

A blond middle-aged man is bending over the magic stone and sweating profusely.

[Take care of it yourself.]

“Yes! Is there any?”

As soon as the middle-aged man, Baron Aviles, raised his hand towards the round magic stone, the light of the magic stone disappeared.

“…Damn it!”

Baron Aviles immediately picked up the magic stone and threw it on the floor.

Even if a middle-aged man throws it with all his might, the magic stone is not easily broken unless he is a knight.

“Ahh!”

Baron Aviles is angry.

The sadness that his son died in an assassination attack on the Gray Gibraltar Governor of Barcelona-

“You idiot! Fail!”

Rather, there is a bigger reason why I failed at the given mission.

“Brother.”

The office door opened, and another middle-aged man with a face similar to Baron Aviles came in.

“Hmm. Yes. Marcosus. In Gibraltar?”

“My brother told me to prove it. Was it Gres’s doing or Aviles’ doing?”

“Of course it’s Gresse’s own doing! He brought disgrace to his father and family his, so even cutting off his head he won’t be enough!”

“…Brother.”

Marcosus took out an empty wine glass and immediately began pouring wine into it.

“Gareth is your child, but he is also my son. My brother, who has only a daughter, adopted him.”

“So what?”

“Even though he failed in his mission, let’s at least pray for his rest in peace.”

“…Hmph.”

Baron Aviles accepted the cup obediently.

“Since when did you take care of your son?”

“If someone dies, isn’t it possible to take care of them at least once?”

“Useless talk… Huh?”

The moment he put the wine to his mouth, Baron Aviles tilted his head.

“Something tastes…Big, wow…?!”

“Brother.”

Marcosus put down the wine glass that was on his lips and slowly got up.

“If Baron Aviles hangs himself with a fool like St. Geo, I will lead him to the right path.”

“You…! A dirty traitor…!”

“He is not a traitor, he is wise.”

Marcosus helped Baron Aviles, who had fallen, and sat him down on the sofa.

“Joe, the moment the investigation magic is used…!”

“There will be no such thing.”

Behind Marcosus’ back.

“I’m not doing this without any preparation.”

“You… You have become the dog of the empire…!”

“It’s a dog.”

The hair of the young man dressed in black, like a butler, had a bluish tint somewhere in it.

“Who is the real beast that says such sad things?”

* * *

January X, 99, Imperial Calendar.

After Baron Aviles’ eldest son disappeared, Baron Aviles lost his life.

The cause of death was suicide by poisoning.

At the scene, a will was left to the effect that it was ‘a shame for my son who caused trouble in the kingdom and Gibraltar with his foolish behavior and harmed the prestige of Baron Aviles.’

The source of the poison was unknown, but no investigation was conducted thereafter.

The dead baron’s younger brother, who inherited the baronetcy, was too busy attending the funeral, wailing in mourning, without even having time to conduct a proper investigation.