I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 101

I Killed the Demon King. It was a mistake.

Chapter 101

When Felix encounters an unsolvable problem, he prays.

Of course, most believers seek solutions through prayer, but Felix’s prayer is slightly different.

Until an answer emerges.

Or until an answer arrives, he sits motionless on his knees, fasting and praying without eating or drinking.

“…How many days has it been?”

“It’s already the 5th day.”

The priests and heresy inquisitors were worried about Felix’s physical condition and stared at him endlessly.

Some inquisitors who had been praying with Felix also collapsed before reaching two days.

But even when his dry lips were torn and sweat fell like salt, Felix continued praying without the slightest movement.

At that moment, the church door opened, and a man walked in.

Thump… Thump!

The priests and heresy inquisitors held their breath when they saw the man’s face.

With glossy blonde hair, red eyes, and pale, delicate skin like a noble, his gait, expression, and appearance were simultaneously like a mischievous child and a restrained knight.

One might say he was a being that instills an unpredictable unease in others.

Such a man crossed the sacred church’s main hall center while wearing a sword.

Felix’s prayer stopped.

Felix forcibly stood up using his stiff waist, creaking joints, and weakened muscles.

And he bowed his head towards the man standing behind him.

“Long time no see, Sir Mitchell Redfield.”

“It’s been a while for me too.”

Mitchell’s red eyes scanned Felix’s gaunt face.

“Uncle.”

***

Mitchell drank tea with Felix.

Despite not eating or drinking for five days, Felix did not hastily enjoy tea and snacks.

With restrained movements, he ate the soft bread and cookies and drank the tea Mitchell prepared.

Mitchell also silently drank tea until Felix somewhat recovered his strength.

When Felix’s teacup was emptied twice, he spoke.

“What brings you to Homigraph?”

“I wanted to catch a particular bird.”

Mitchell said while putting down his teacup.

“A creature with a terrible temper and quick wits.”

Felix seemed to know who that bird was.

“…Were you targeting Caesar Sylvatil?”

“Yes. I tried to lure him as prey initially, but he didn’t enter the cage.”

Felix then realized why he was here.

“Did you use me?”

“Use my uncle? I simply made a small request to the Royder Order. Our interests aligned sufficiently, and the cardinals moved.”

Mitchell picked up a piece of bread.

“But now I’m not very interested anymore.”

Mitchell crushed the bread.

“Because Caesar showed me a more appetizing prey.”

“Prey?”

“Yes. Before explaining what that is, I want to ask you one question.”

Mitchell put the bread in his mouth and dissolved it with tea.

“Are you a person of the Redfield family or a person of the Goddess?”

Felix had been watching Mitchell for a very long time, unlike Felix’s already deceased brothers.

Mitchell was born when Felix’s second brother was purging his siblings to become the head of the Redfield family.

Felix, as the youngest brother of the current Redfield family head, was afraid of his family head’s merciless blade and voluntarily devoted himself to the Royder Order, which allowed him to survive.

Therefore, there is only one image of Mitchell in Felix’s eyes.

A child who drinks blood.

Whenever Felix saw Mitchell, he remembered his brothers’ blood-soaked screams, and today, his brother’s frightening eyes particularly emerged from Mitchell.

“…The person who most resembles the current family head would probably be Sir Mitchell.”

“In what way?”

“Always suggesting difficult choices with blood-stained hands.”

Mitchell was born fourth.

Originally, he might not have entered the heir competition, but Mitchell entered the heir struggle confidently after becoming a companion of the hero Yan and making remarkable achievements in cutting the Demon King’s neck.

The Red Wing Knight Order, who fought together in the Demon World War, treated Mitchell as a true comrade and lord, and other brothers feared him.

How could they not fear someone who handles the knight order like a sword dancing in his hand?

“So, which side’s person are you? Uncle?”

Felix closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

“I have never been anything other than a person of the Redfield family. Sir Mitchell.”

***

Caesar visited Professor Smir after a long time.

“Didn’t you say this breakthrough would be delayed?”

“I originally expected a delay, but thanks to your body becoming much purer and more organized, it was made easier than anticipated. I have no idea why you’ve changed so much.”

Perhaps it was due to the ‘Deep Sea Rainbow’ that Atan had given him.

The meaning of the body becoming purer might not simply mean that the aura flows well and feels refreshed.

Perhaps it means transforming into an optimal body that can properly receive medication.

Smir handed Caesar a large case.

The case contained 100 medicine bottles.

“A medication using 50 blue carps and yellow magic herbs.”

“Compared to the medications you’ve made before, this is a considerable quantity.”

“If directly injecting into the blood vessels, 20 would have been sufficient. However, because your skin is unnecessarily tough, I could only make it drinkable, resulting in this.”

Smir let out a yawn.

“Consume one per day. If you hastily take two, it might be harmful to your body.”

“What are the precise capabilities of these elixirs?”

“They raise your reflexes and make your body more sensitive. They also have the function of overall increasing aura quantity. And this.”

Smir pulled out another medicine bottle from his chest.

“This is a kind of stimulant made from remaining ingredients. It’s single-use, and after drinking, your body’s performance will improve by more than three times for about an hour. Simply put, you’ll become faster and stronger.”

“Not bad, but why did you make this?”

“I thought it might be needed by you someday.”

Caesar looked at Smir with a surprised expression.

“If you’re worried, I must be doing well lately.”

“Not knowing that challenging the Royder Order is life-threatening is foolish. Honestly, I thought you’d just invest money and bail out.”

Indeed, challenging the Royder Order doesn’t make sense logically.

As just mentioned, Smir probably also thought Caesar would simply invest money.

However, he didn’t expect Caesar to actively provoke the Royder Order’s sensibilities by directly building factories and making contracts with distribution companies.

“High risk, high return.”

“Don’t underestimate the Royder Order. They’re dangerous.”

“Speaking of which, what’s your relationship with the Royder Order?”

Smir hesitated unusually for a moment.

“Well, we’re in the same boat, so I can share this much.”

Smir let out a small sigh and spoke.

“I was a priest of the Royder Order in the past.”

“Really?”

“You’re not surprised?”

In fact, he already knew this information by reading Miles’ thoughts.

Caesar decided to make an appropriate excuse.

“It was just within my expected range. But isn’t it important what role you played within the Royder Order?”

Caesar used psychometry.

“I was responsible for finding and supporting the new Saint within the White Tower Priesthood.”

-And in the process, learned the secrets of the Saint and the Royder Order.

-The Saint was merely a raw material for manufacturing holy water.

-And I learned that the Royder Order was discarding and suppressing all drugs developed within the Kingdom to sell holy water.

Now it makes sense.

The reason Smir despises potions.

And the reason he wants to develop non-magical drugs.

-I no longer want those pure girls to die in pain.

-If I can create drugs that replace potions, Saints will no longer be necessary.

-This is the only way to wash away my sins.

Smir wanted to create non-magical drugs to atone for his sins against the Saints.

“In that process, I saw the Royder Order’s unspeakable true nature and abandoned the path of a priest to become a wizard.”

“When did you know you were a wizard?”

“Since I was 10. But I hid it for 30 years to become a priest.”

If he had hidden the fact that he was a wizard, he must have been a very passionate Royder Order believer.

Of course, his sense of betrayal towards the Royder Order would have been equally large.

“From what I know, priests supporting Saints are supposed to serve the Royder Order for life. How could you become a wizard?”

“I ran away. In the process, my spine was severed by the Holy Grail Knight.”

“Ah.”

Smir grabbed a nearby water bottle and drank.

“This is all I can say. Knowing more would be dangerous for both you and me.”

“Understood.”

Smir put down the water bottle, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

“To be honest, you’re a benefactor who made real the dream I thought I’d never achieve in my lifetime.”

“Why are you suddenly making me feel awkward?”

“Listen carefully. I will mobilize all my capabilities to help you. So do your best, and if it seems like you’ll die, just give up. I’ll understand.”

For the first time, he felt a human scent from Smir.

“Can you reduce the price of this medication?”

“No, a lot of expensive ingredients went into it.”

Smir and Caesar chuckled together.

***

Caesar returned home when evening was almost over.

When he arrived home, Harrison was waiting with a newspaper in hand.

Harrison’s expression was not very good.

“Is something wrong?”

“Did you see today’s evening newspaper?” 

“No, why?”

Harrison handed the newspaper to Caesar.

Caesar skimmed the headline and subheadline.

[Royder Order Strongly Condemns Caesar Sylvatil]

[Distributing a Malaria Treatment Not Properly Verified is an Act of Treason Against Humanity]

Caesar checked which newspaper it was.

As expected, it was the religious newspaper ‘Holy Grail Newspaper’ distributed by the Royder Order.

“How about other newspapers?”

“They’re hesitating right now. This content will be published in tomorrow morning’s newspapers.”

“Why are those guys doing such a reckless act?”

Caesar had not yet made an official announcement about the malaria treatment.

In Earth terms, it would be like a rumor circulating in the stock market.

However, the Royder Order suddenly broke out, revealing that Caesar was producing a malaria treatment before he could.

This would be no different from Caesar directly promoting the production of the malaria treatment, gaining an even greater effect…

Why are they using such a move?

At that moment, Harrison exclaimed.

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“They’re deliberately creating an issue.”

“What are you talking about?”

“They’re deliberately breaking out the malaria treatment incident to divert people’s attention from the Cardinal incident.”

“Hmm… That makes sense.”

From their perspective, it would be more advantageous to break out Caesar’s incident rather than have rumors spread nationwide that the Cardinal is connected to Niflheim.

In a way, both are desperate strategies, but Caesar’s problem can be handled, while the Cardinal’s problem cannot be resolved until it comes to light.

“They’ll continue to break out Caesar’s issue every day until the investigator Tina is caught, to cover up the Cardinal incident.”

“Then many newspapers must have already been bought by the Royder Order.”

“Probably. From the newspapers’ perspective, it’s not a bad proposal either.”

Newspapers live off issues.

Although the Cardinal incident is important, Caesar’s incident can continue to generate issues.

Depending on how Caesar responds, it can continue to make the front page, and if the Royder Order issues a statement, it will unconditionally be on the front page.

People will no longer pay attention to the Cardinal incident.

“Those guys used their heads.”

“If we knew this would happen, we should have brought out the Cardinal incident earlier.”

“Well, that’s result-oriented thinking.”

Originally, they were prepared to use the Cardinal incident as a threat when those guys tried to pressure Caesar.

But since they’ve already announced the malaria treatment, bringing out the Cardinal incident would be meaningless.

Harrison pulled out a bundle of letters from his pocket.

“And these are all letters asking to stop the production of the malaria treatment. They even said they would challenge to a duel if not stopped.”

Caesar checked the names of the families who sent the letters.

“Siko Viscount’s family, Para Baron’s family… Even Hironeel Border Duke’s family is here.”

“These are from nobles closely connected to the Royder Order, and there are also letters from other families.”

Now he could see the picture they were trying to draw.

If they couldn’t stop Caesar, they would crush him with the power of authority.

They judged that Caesar had no proper forces or backing yet.

“It’s orthodox but heavy-handed.”

“What should we do? Should I say to bring out the Cardinal incident right now?”

“No, it won’t be an issue anyway. And they’ll listen more to the Royder Order with more subscribers than to my words.”

“Then what should we do?”

“Well, isn’t this why I’ve been making friends?”

Caesar crumpled the newspaper and spoke.

“Let’s send letters to Mitchell and the imperial court. If they want to start a power struggle, we’ll call our friends too.”

***

A place where cold seeps into the flesh.

A giant man guarding the Far East of the continent was staring blankly at the snowfield.

Then, a woman with a blue prosthetic arm riding a blue wolf approached.

The man sensed her presence and spoke.

“…Bell. How long have I been here?”

“Over 18 hours.”

“I didn’t even notice the sun setting.”

The man stroked the black wolf lying next to him.

The wolf got up and shook the snow off its body.

Bell spoke.

“What will you do?”

“…We’ll save him.”

Bell swallowed her saliva.

“I’ll do it instead.”

“No, he’s my son. I won’t stain your hands for my son.”

The man got on the wolf’s back.

The snow on his thick cloak was brushed off, revealing a wolf head pattern.

The Border Margrave who guards the edge of the continent.[1]

The symbol of the Hironeel Border Margrave.

“Let’s go. To Homigraph.”

Footnotes:

1)백” (baek) was a noble title typically ranking below “공” (gong, duke) but above lower-ranking aristocratic titles. Basically the guy could be a margrave but there is no way to confirm right now. I’ll keep it as count but will change it accordingly when the real rank has been mentioned.

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