I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 86

I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

Chapter 86

Raven and Caesar sat in Raven’s secret hideout, sipping alcohol.

They decided to stay in a place as inconspicuous as possible since they cannot be detected by the Arch Duke’s slightest trace for two hours to implement the time paradox.

Raven finished the wine and refilled his glass.

“What will happen if a time paradox occurs?”

“I don’t know.”

Raven stared sharply at Caesar.

“Are you going to sit blankly and do nothing for two hours?”

Oh, right.

Raven becomes talkative when she drinks.

This is going to be troublesome.

Do I have to endure her drunken rambling for two hours?

“At least try to imagine.”

“What do you think will happen, Raven?”

Raven took a sip of alcohol and opened her mouth.

“Actually, when I used Moonflower towards the Akashic Record, I could understand a bit about that ancient artifact.”

“Do you mean you now understand the dragon’s magic?”

“How could I have touched that ancient artifact if I didn’t? I’m the type who’s very cautious and distinguishes well whether I can touch something or not.”

“Cautious? Who was the person who readily accepted Moonflower from a stranger and used it to take me to the Akashic Record?”

Raven slammed the wine glass on the floor and glared again.

“I’m cautious.”

She seems to be trying to assert her dignity, but she looks like a cat glaring, which is just cute.

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

“I’m cautious.”

“Oh, yes. You are.”

“You…!”

“I’m sorry. You very cautious person.”

“I don’t feel sincerity.”

This guy is definitely drunk now.

There’s only one way to keep her quiet when she’s drunk.

Pour more wine into her glass.

Caesar poured wine into Raven’s glass and said:

“I understand you’re cautious. Then, what are your thoughts as Raven, who interpreted the dragon’s magic? What do you think will happen if a time paradox occurs?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Raven took a sip of wine and continued. “But a wizard is one who explores the unknown, adventures, and dares to speculate. According to the Akashic Record analyzed by a single hair’s breadth, a time paradox is absolutely impossible.”

“…So the premise itself is fundamentally wrong?”

“But aren’t you curious? This problem has no correct answer. We can only know by experiencing it directly.”

The conversation is going in circles, and Caesar feels like he might get drunk too.

Should he just get drunk?

But his body is too strong, and he would need to drink an entire oak barrel to feel even a slight buzz.

“But I think you, Caesar, who is ignorant about magic, can spread your imagination’s wings and come up with an unexpected answer.”

“Why is that?”

Raven drank the entire wine and said:

“My friend said so.”

“A friend? Yan? Mitchell?”

“No. One has a pitch-black heart, and the other is frustrating. But…”

Raven looked at the small wine puddle in the empty glass.

“Barre is different.”

“…How is he different?”

“Pure. And stupid. Like raising a massive dog. Likes eating and laughs loudly. Hahahahaha! Like this.”

Right.

I was a bit caught up in the Barbarian concept back then.

“And reliable. He genuinely worried about me. Like… A dad.”

Caesar took a bitter sip of wine.

He knows Raven’s past.

Before being adopted by the Gale family, Raven was from a small mountain valley.

It wasn’t affluent, but it was a relatively happy home, and she lived happily beside a good stepfather, but… A group of bandits attacked and destroyed everything.

He learned this fact while living as Barre in a battlefield, not in a game.

“After work, my dad always pushed the swing he made for me, and even if I slipped while swinging, he would immediately come and hold me. I loved it so much that I would deliberately slip. But…”

Raven glared at Caesar.

“What am I talking about? Forget this. Got it?”

She gets angry after saying it herself.

“…Okay.”

“Lie. You haven’t forgotten.”

“I’ll try to forget as much as possible.”

“No, you’ll never forget. Come here, let me cast a memory loss spell…”

As Raven was about to take out her wand while drunk, Caesar quickly grabbed her wrist.

“You’ll cause chaos if you cast magic while drunk.”

“Oh… Right… What was I supposed to do in times like this?”

Caesar recalled memories from the Barre era and said:

“Just go to sleep.”

“Right. Go to sleep, he said.”

Raven’s head drooped.

Raven fell asleep using Caesar’s shoulder as a pillow.

Caesar sighed.

“This careless woman.”

Caesar tilted his drink to the rhythm of Raven’s soft breathing.

Swish- Swish.

By the way, didn’t Raven ask him to spread his imagination?

What would happen if a time paradox occurs?

No, would it even happen?

Those unanswered questions disappeared.

Caesar, intoxicated by the pitifully flickering candles and warm ambiance.

His eyes were slowly closing.

“How did you enter my private room?”

And when he opened his eyes:

“Won’t you answer?”

Caesar was in a small raven’s hideout, where the faint scent of Raven’s flesh mixed with the burning firewood and the smell of book dust.

Caesar blankly stared at Raven as he pulled out a wand.

“…Who are you? This is my last warning.”

Caesar opened his lips.

“I am Caesar Sylvatil. And…”

Caesar put the Moonflower he had brought to his eyes into his pocket.

“I am lost. Where exactly am I?”

Raven was right.

The result of a time paradox can only be understood by experiencing it.

The Akashic Record is an artifact that does not record things that never happened.

The Akashic Record had sent Caesar back to the past to resolve an error.

***

Various questions swirled in Caesar’s mind.

If the Akashic Record has the ability to turn back time, why did it not rewrite the future that occurred after the singularity?

If an error occurs like now, wouldn’t it be enough to just turn back time?

And why is Caesar specifically the singularity?

Is it because Caesar is not actually a person of this world?

What could the reason be?

“Are you really lost?”

Caesar came to his senses and decided to address the immediate problem.

‘Come to think of it, why was he on guard?’

Caesar used psychometry.

-Surely this is a place that no one has discovered for over 200 years.

-How did you get into my hideout?

-Could there be another secret passage into this place?

Raven’s reason for being wary of Caesar was nothing special.

It was simply because a strange man had invaded her private room.

“Yes. By any chance, do you know how to get out of here? I need to return to the party.”

“Before that, could you tell me how you came to be here? It’s a rather important matter for me.”

A wizard is not easy to deal with.

But Caesar knows how to handle the wizard Raven.

If you respond in a style like Barre, she becomes powerless.

“I would like to know that as well.”

“…Sigh.”

Raven seemed to lose her energy and sighed, waving her wand once.

Then the bookshelves that had filled the space were pushed aside, creating an exit.

The exit was an exit, but it was so pitch black that nothing was visible.

Raven stood up.

“Follow me. Otherwise, you might fall between spatial gaps.”

“Thank you.”

Caesar slowly followed behind Raven.

The surroundings were like everything had been painted with black paint, swallowing all the light magic Raven had created.

Even in that bizarre scene, Caesar had no spare time to look around due to the complexity in his mind.

Caesar continued to think.

If a time paradox has occurred, should he go to the Arch Duke?

Or should he just stay silent?

Or should he wait until the Arch Duke comes looking for him?

Which of these three would have the greatest risk?

Everything is unclear, making it difficult to make a hasty decision.

“But I have one thing I’m curious about.”

Raven suddenly spoke, bringing Caesar back to his senses.

“Yes?”

“Don’t you know who I am?”

“Of course. You’re Raven, the Wizard of the Green Eye, right?”

“…Is that so?”

Caesar roughly understood what he was thinking about.

Until now, everyone would meet the Wizard of the Green Eye with sparkling, bright eyes and make a big fuss, but since Caesar reacted calmly, she would think something was strange.

Caesar feels the same way.

When people on the street cannot recognize Caesar, he feels somewhat ambiguous.

They might not recognize him, but why didn’t they?

Am I just this much?

Sigh… No, right?

Something like that.

Caesar pondered.

If they part ways now, will Raven remember Caesar?

…Somehow, he doesn’t feel good about Raven completely forgetting Caesar.

Then he should make a dig.

“Then do you know who I am?”

“…Huh? No.”

“It’s understandable that you don’t know. I’m Caesar Sylvatil, a special security officer of the Wizard’s province and a wandering knight.”

“Oh… Yes.”

Raven waved her wand once.

A light leaked out in the dark void.

Raven lightly parted the gaps in the light with hee finger, and a corridor emerged.

“Here is the exit, Sir Caesar.”

“Won’t you enjoy the party?”

“I’m a bit tired.”

Caesar walked out into the corridor.

People enjoying the party were visible in the distance.

Caesar took his eyes off the people and looked into Raven’s eyes.

No matter how much he looks, they are beautiful eyes that never get boring.

“…Do you have something to say?”

If he leaves here, everything will become like it never happened.

The short but long journey searching for the Akashic Record.

The meeting of the Arch Dukes.

Raven’s drunken rambling…

Caesar knows about Raven and the Arch Duke, but they don’t know Caesar, and it’s not because of this emptiness that his feet have stopped.

It’s an emotion he often felt living as a doppelganger.

However, if that past was a real ‘past’, wouldn’t the relationship between Raven and the current Caesar have been a bit more intimate?

So, before this regret becomes lingering, Caesar decided to make a small proposal to Raven.

“How about some wine?”

“I have some.”

While saying so, Raven began to slowly close the door.

“But I’ll drink alone.”

Raven completely closed and disappeared behind the door.

Caesar gave a wry smile, thinking of Raven behind the corridor.

“Feels like I’ve been confessed to and thoroughly rejected.”

***

Instead of directly seeking out the Arch Duke, Caesar decided to wait for the Duke to contact him.

But by the end of the party, the Arch Duke had not come looking for Caesar.

There were two hypotheses:

Either he could not interpret the contents of the Akashic Record,

Or he does not check the Akashic Record every day.

In any case, it was highly probable that the current Arch Duke did not know that Caesar had returned from a past where he did not exist.

‘What should I do.’

In fact, the answer was already set.

He needed to explain to the Arch Duke that Caesar was a singularity.

Since the Arch Duke was among the top five most powerful people in the imperial court, his active help would make the future smooth.

Moreover, the ‘Ark’ being created by the Arch Duke.

It had been created over the past 230 years, assuming a future where the continent would be completely destroyed by a demon flood.

Therefore, if he could secure a ticket to board the Ark, he could definitely survive.

Having a reliable backing and insurance, contacting the Arch Duke would likely yield more gains than losses.

The problem was timing and method.

Since it was unclear how the Arch Duke would react after discovering Caesar was a singularity, making the first move would not be the right approach.

Instead, he should induce the Arch Duke to reveal his hand first.

‘If I had known this would happen, I should have used psychometry without hesitation.’

Who would have known that the Akashic Record was a true rewriter who would change the entire future while claiming his writing was not wrong?

Perhaps due to his age, he seems incredibly stubborn.

Caesar glanced at his pocket watch.

2 AM.

The party was winding down, and the Arch Duke had not appeared.

It was time to go home.

“Sir Caesar. Here you are.”

A familiar voice came from behind.

It was Miles.

“Were you enjoying the party?”

“I thought a party of wizards would be like an academic conference, but there was nothing of the sort.”

“Haha. Wizards are human too. They should have days when they can let loose and get completely drunk.”

Caesar used psychometry.

-Waiting for me until the party was almost over, he definitely intended to meet me.

-Knowing I’m from the Redfield family, he wants to ride our line.

-At this point, I can introduce him.

Come to think of it, he was supposed to meet Miles at the party venue.

He had forgotten due to the Arch Duke’s matters.

Miles seems to be completely misunderstanding something.

“By the way, I heard the news. You’re already proceeding with the business of manufacturing the drug developed by Professor Smir.”

“I’m just looking for factory sites and searching for a CEO who can smoothly handle the pharmaceutical business. It’s more of a market research than actually progressing the business.”

“But I wonder if the Royder Order will see it that way.”

Miles took a sip of wine.

“Professor Smir belongs to the Magic Tower, so he can deflect the Royder Order’s pressure, but Sir Caesar might find it difficult to endure.”

“So you’re saying I should seek your help?”

“No. No. I mean seek the help of the Redfield family.”

This guy is now talking about his backing without hesitation.

He seems to think of Caesar as a fish almost caught.

“The person I want to introduce today is also someone who wields tremendous influence in the Redfield family. But since they’re so busy, it would be difficult to meet them if Sir Caesar does not give a definite answer.”

-Mitchell promised to introduce Caesar, but if he arranges a meeting without firmly establishing the route, I would be in great difficulty.

-But Caesar would know too. Without the help of the Redfield family, it would be difficult to even produce the malaria treatment.

If he meets Mitchell now, he could receive support from the Redfield Baron family.

Then, as Miles thinks, he could easily avoid the pressure from the Royder Order.

Honestly, it’s not a bad choice.

In a situation where he cannot rashly meet the Arch Duke, the definite route to avoid attacks from the Royder Order is to receive the protection of the Redfield family.

“Are you proposing that I could become a nobleman instead of a knight if I swear loyalty to the Redfield family?”

“You’re being quite direct, which is a bit embarrassing.”

Caesar took a sip of wine and then spoke.

“Well, I’ll have to think about that.”

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