A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

Chapter 285

285 – Verification of Existence (1)

500 years.

For the past 500 years, no one has thought of digging into the canyon.

Rather, digging the canyon was closer to treason.

Will you dig up a natural fortress that protects the kingdom from the empire?

It would not be surprising if the Margrave of Gibraltar stepped forward and cut off his head.

‘But now it’s a different story.’

The Margrave of Gibraltar became a marquess, and as an atmosphere of empire and peace was created, the cliffs became a barrier separating the two countries.

Gibraltar can benefit as logistics travel through the Gibraltar Gorge, but I chose to develop the canyon.

From the empire’s perspective, it’s a great welcome.

Some of those in the empire who felt sorry for Nostrum expressed their concerns by writing an editorial titled ‘Gibraltar is giving up its economic base.’

There was no official response, but that is the purpose.

I have no intention of giving up this economically important location, but my goal was to dig out the canyon itself.

This is entirely because I believed in Naria – the princess of the ruined country before the return.

At least in her last moments, she believed that there must be a reason for risking her life to dig into the Gibraltar Gorge.

That belief bore fruit.

And.

“It’s dangerous!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

I entered the tunnel myself, accompanied by Sir Robert.

“If this cave collapses… !”

“At that time, all you have to do is dig it out from the inside with a shovel. Didn’t you bring a shovel like this?”

“If someone deliberately tries to collapse the tunnel to assassinate you…!”

“Drilling a new tunnel of about 1km is not that difficult for Gibraltar today. There is enough time to drill a new tunnel over the collapsed cave.”

I guess it’s because of the anxiety that comes from digging under a huge piece of land.

Or, unlike other cases, when people are buried in the ground, is it because they feel anxious about not being able to sacrifice their lives or do something for themselves?

“Boss. I know you’re curious, but can’t you just wait outside? We’ll dig the ground ourselves. We’ll at least bring a crystal ball with Wonkyeon’s magic in it, so please.”

“Thank you for your concern, but please rest assured.”

I patted Sir Robert on the back.

“Has a cave ever collapsed before?”

“If you say things like that, I think it will be easier to break down.”

“Have I ever been injured or killed by an assassination threat?”

“Even if you win 99 times, if you lose the last time and die, that is death.”

“I raised a tiger.”

Sir Robert must have gotten used to it after spending a long time in the tunnel, but he seems to be worried because the land is the Gibraltar Gorge.

There is a golden slave, and there is also a Saint Geo Nostrum.

Since Nostrum is more dangerous to us than the Empire, Sir Robert does not seem to want to take uncertain risks.

I take the risk myself.

“Young Master. I wasn’t going to tell you this, but if you do this, I will be beaten to death by Marquis Crimson and Lady Astasia later.”

“Is it that much?”

“So, for the sake of my life, would you please wait outside?”

“What about your life?”

“It’s okay for Robert to be trapped in a collapsed cave, but for Gray Gibraltar to be trapped is a tragedy not only for Gibraltar but for the entire continent!”

“It’s touching.”

I can’t believe you made the choice to kick out such a loyalist.

Perhaps, if he had been cared for and raised by his family for a long time, Sir Robert would have worked for Gibraltar even when the gates were wide open to the Empire.

“Sir Robert. It’s already too late.”

“Ah…!”

“Rest assured. How many tunnels have we been through so far? If the tunnel collapses, aren’t there people who will come to the rescue?”

“…I believe it, master.”

After calming down the anxious Sir Robert and walking about 1km, we soon came across an underground passage discovered by imperial construction workers.

“It’s deep.”

Deep, dark, and wide.

I shined the glowing magic stone downward, but nothing was visible at the end of the long passage.

The problem is that the passage extends upward, not downward.

“Is it at least a passageway to the ceiling?”

Instead of climbing up here, wouldn’t it be faster to climb up the cliffs of Gibraltar Gorge?

If we were to talk about the physical strength level of ordinary miners, there was nothing to be seen that made us think it would be right to give up climbing altogether.

“Is there anyone who went over here?”

I wondered if any of the imperial shadows disguised as miners had rushed inside, so I asked, but the workers looked at each other and shook their heads.

‘I’m glad it’s just a passage.’

I wish it was something like an entrance rather than a passageway-

‘Entrance?’

Is this, by any chance, the entrance?

If that’s the case, wouldn’t something appear if you go up here?

“Master. You’re not planning on going up, are you?”

“I got caught.”

“…”

“Sir Robert. Can’t you feel something up there?”

The reason Sir Robert didn’t stop me was because he also thought that climbing up this cavity would solve something.

Magical power is flowing down from above.

Rather than someone else’s magic power, the magic power of nature itself is flowing out more deeply than expected.

“Sir Robert. Sometimes you have to do crazy things to be seen.”

“If there is any danger, leave me and run away.”

In the end, Sir Robert also gave up to some extent, and I took a deep breath and-

“Let’s go.”

After grabbing the hook anchors given to them by the miners, they started climbing the cliff by driving the anchors into the wall.

Driving in an anchor is not an easy task, but if you add some aura to the end of the anchor, there is no need to hit it with a hammer one by one.

Although I have to rely on my arm strength, I did not train my strength in vain while becoming a master.

If you don’t have enough stamina, you can just survive with mana-

“Sir Robert. No matter how high you are, it’s only 300m. You can do it, right?”

“I think it would be easier to climb up the cliff.”

The maximum height of the cliff would be 300m, as long as you go ‘above’.

“Master. How about we just bring Nidhogg? Let’s fly up, right?”

“Because it’s a tight space for that.”

“Wouldn’t it be faster for Nidhogg to climb up than for us to climb up the cliff?”

“Guys like Drake or Wyvern would be better suited than Nidhog. Nidhog is not good enough to climb walls vertically.”

“It’s a shame.”

If the space were a little wider, it would be enough for a flying dragon to climb on it, but-

No.

Maybe it is possible.

If just one animal moves up and down, it may be possible to soar from the bottom to the top.

But-

“Shall I bring Nidhogg?”

“It would be faster if we reached the ceiling in the meantime.”

“I guess so, right?”

Nidhogg isn’t right next to us, so it’s faster if we just go up now.

That’s what it means to be a master.

It is not for nothing that people have been called heroes or ‘supermen’ since ancient times.

Of course.

“If I hadn’t thought about the tunnel, it might have been better to just dig down from the top.”

Even those beings think about efficiency.

“You throw the dirt you scoop out in the direction of the empire?”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea. Cut the slope of the canyon, throw it towards the empire, and then compact it to make a mountain.”

“It would be a miracle if a road up and down the mountain was built while I was alive.”

While we were climbing up and chatting, we saw something reflected in the glowing magic stone aimed upward.

“…Master.”

“Wait a minute. That’s something…”

Sir Robert saw it, and I saw it too.

But it is something that is difficult to put into words-

“…”

“Master. Didn’t you once say in passing that there was something amazing hidden in the canyon?”

“That’s right.”

While talking about the justification for developing the canyon and how to persuade others, there was one thing I wanted to say.

“What should I do with this?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t that something that the economists of the continent and the empire should take care of?”

“…The economy will just collapse?”

“It’s okay. Gibraltar won’t be destroyed.”

Sir Robert and I approached something that reflected the light of the Luminous Magic Stone.

“Is it the original?”

It was a huge disk.

It was a disk so large that even if a person stretched out his or her arms and legs, the end would not touch.

It seemed to have risen almost 100 meters from the ground, and beyond the grooves created on the inside of the wall was a strange golden disk made of a different material from the wall.

“Sir Robert. There is a slope. It goes inwards.”

“Will you use it as a stepping stone?”

“It could be a rest area, or it could be the entrance. You did well to come up. If you were dazed from below, you wouldn’t have even known it was there.”

I retrieved the anchor, stepped on the slope, and caught my breath by sinking the anchor into the side of the disk.

“What is this? A vent?”

Sir Robert comes up opposite me and extends his hand toward the disk.

There was no particular reaction.

“When you say it’s a vent, doesn’t that mean there’s something inside it, Sir Robert?”

“…I wonder if there is something like that. A dragon rare or something.”

“It’s a dragon rare. If something you said as a joke turns out to be true, there’s nothing more scary than that.”

If the last thing the Princess of the Fallen Kingdom wanted to find was a Dragon Lair, then that certainly makes sense.

Although it is a place that cannot be reached with two shovels.

“Master. If, really, what if? What would happen if a dragon lives inside?”

“If the dragon is still alive, I would like to first question him for just watching Saint Geo Nostrum.”

“…Then, since we have a cause, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Sir Robert nodded deeply at me.

“This is Robert Seville, I will not hesitate to become a dragon slayer for you. Just let me do it.”

“You’ll have to go through quite a bit of trouble to catch a dragon.”

“Don’t they say that the ancient Nostrum heroes also tamed dragons with their strength? After I capture the dragon, I will become a true dragoon.”

“Is this the beginning of the legend of the Dragon Rider, Knight Robert? Great. Under the protection of a sword master and true dragoon.”

I held the anchor with one hand and lightly scratched my thumb against the fangs, drawing a drop of blood.

“Master. No way.”

“False gold will react to the blood of Gibraltar. As it melts, the door will open.”

“If it’s dangerous… “

“Let’s just jump to the floor and run away. You can do that, right?”

“…I’m glad I’m not a burden to you, Master.”

Sir Robert tilted his head.

“Isn’t acupuncture also possible?”

“Sir Robert.”

I splashed a drop of blood from my fingertip onto the disk.

“If there is a dragon, rather than spitting at the entrance, there is something magical about the blood…”

Goo goo goo.

The disc began to flash red, and soon the door opened.

And the moment when something golden shines.

“Boy!! Really, above-“

Sir Robert lunged at me-

Flashing.

After blinking once.

“…Huh?”

“…?”

Sir Robert and I woke up in a new place.

“…I am a person who has experienced miracles that cannot be understood through magic engineering or alchemy, but these magics and miracles are truly…Incomprehensible.”

“Were we sent here? Forced teleportation?”

Sir Robert reached for the sword at his waist, but he could hardly control the excitement in his voice.

“Do, master, this…”

“Sir Robert, remember this well. You should tell his grandchildren.”

I looked up at Sir Robert in front.

“There really is a dragon lair in the Gibraltar Gorge…”

“…What should I say about this?”

“Is there anything special? I have to tell it like it is.”

A temple-like space made entirely of gold.

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“Gold dragons exist.”

A golden dragon was wrapped around something that looked like a tower.