I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.
Chapter 30
Caesar watched the stream of blood filling the beaker, trying his best to calm his excitement.
He felt that if he got angry here, precious blood might be spilled.
“I heard the guy I killed used Night Maker. So I almost died because of an invention you made.”
“It sounds like you’re blaming me?”
“You seem to understand very well.”
“That’s absurd. How is that my fault? Should a person stabbed by a kitchen knife blame the blacksmith? They should blame the robber.”
Is that even a proper argument?
Someone of Professor Smir’s caliber wouldn’t have been unaware of Bufonemi’s side effects, and he must have known about them when he released it.
Caesar swallowed his rising anger again and spoke.
“Then what was the reason for creating Bufonemi?”
Smir sighed and said.
“Bufonemi was originally a painkiller. Morphine is highly addictive so it can’t be used often, but Bufonemi is a painkiller with almost no addiction.”
“So Bufonemi itself had no effect of enhancing aura sensitivity?”
“That’s right. But when you add magic grass and mercury and–”
Caesar hastily interrupted.
“Wait, you don’t need to tell me in such detail. I don’t want to be caught later by heresy inquisitors asking how I knew.”
“You’re quite fearful.”
“It’s just bothersome. If I’m dragged to the basement of the Royder Order, I’ll definitely sell your name. Are you okay with that?”
Smir thought for a moment and then frowned.
“…Come to think of it, I’m not okay with that.”
“See? You don’t like it either.”
“Anyway, assuming Bufonemi exists, even ordinary people can make Night Maker if they just learn the manufacturing method. That’s why a production ban order was issued on Bufonemi. It’s a very annoying situation.”
I really didn’t know this.
I firmly believed that Bufonemi’s alias was Night Maker because it was written like that in the game.
But to think it was a drug processed one step further.
In this case, I shouldn’t blame Smir.
Wait a minute, does this mean Tina is mistaken too?
No.
Tina probably didn’t know either.
From the Royder Order’s perspective, even one more person knowing such high-level information is more dangerous.
Smir seemed to have finished drawing Caesar’s blood and stitched up Caesar’s flesh.
“Then does this mean Night Maker can theoretically be made without the help of an alchemist?”
“Not theoretically, but actually possible. Even Bufonemi can be made using non-magical methods, not alchemy magic.”
“Why did you create a non-magical drug? Do you dislike magic?”
“I never dreamed I’d see the day someone asks a magician if they dislike magic.”
Smir sighed softly and said.
“It’s because it’s not economical.”
“You mean it’s expensive?”
“That’s right. The drugs currently on the market are too expensive. Most of them can only be made by alchemists. But what I want to create are drugs that can be sold in large quantities to ordinary people at a cheap price.”
“Why?”
“So that more people can receive treatment easily.”
Caesar wanted to use psychometry on Smir to check if this was true.
Just listening to him, he sounded like a great sage, but looking at his appearance, he seemed like a bloodthirsty alchemist.
It’s a shame I can’t get a read on him.
“But after Night Maker was created, an order came down to refrain from researching drugs that can be made non-magically as much as possible.”
“Fearing another incident like Night Maker?”
“Yes. That’s why Finn is researching instead of me.”
Now I understand why Smir cares for Finn.
Since he can’t make non-magical drugs himself, he’s having Finn make them instead.
That’s why Finn’s hospital had so many drugs.
Everything fits together perfectly.
Smir plucked a strand of Caesar’s hair.
“Let’s stop talking about things that make me angrier the more we discuss them. We’re also short on time.”
“Alright.”
Caesar looked at Smir with a strange gaze.
He suddenly thought that maybe Smir was a much better person than he had initially believed.
I received your message.
***
I was informed that it would take about two months to make the elixir.
I don’t know how great of an elixir they’re trying to make, but two months?
It’s too long.
Since I can’t take any other elixirs in the meantime, I decided to go to the blacksmith village to repair my axe while I’m at it.
“Have a good trip, Sir Caesar.”
“Don’t slack off while I’m gone.”
“…I won’t.”
“Ah, don’t forget to apply for the candidate seat at Sapientia. It’s due this month.”
“Of course I won’t forget that.”
“If those Magic Tower bastards don’t pay on time…”
“I’ll take care of that too, so just go already!”
In the end, Caesar was practically pushed onto the train by Harrison.
“Geez, even when I’m trying to be considerate, it’s a pain.”
Caesar grumbled as he examined the seats.
The second-class cabin was slightly more spacious than the first-class airplane he had only seen on YouTube.
A bed wide enough that Caesar’s feet wouldn’t reach the end even if he stretched out, and even a small table.
And the structure allowed you to see outside just by pulling back the curtains.
For meals, there was a dedicated dining car where you could choose and eat whatever food you wanted.
There was also a communal shower room, and every evening there would be small performances exclusively for first and second-class passengers, so all in all, it was a fairly luxurious life for a train journey.
Caesar lay down on the bed and looked out the window.
“Ah, this is nice.”
He had been living too hard recently.
On his days off, he practiced ‘Noisy Silence ‘ and took elixirs, and except for the days he was smashing mafia heads, he didn’t have time to spend on personal activities because he was meeting people.
During this trip, he was going to rest thoroughly and savor the leisure.
Kwaaang!
-Kyaaaaaak
Bang bang!
Less than an hour after the train had left Homigraph, screams and gunshots could be heard coming from the rear car.
Caesar sighed.
“Right. Of course.”
Nothing in this world ever goes according to my wishes.
***
Gerard fired his gun into the air.
“Get down now if you don’t want to die!”
Everyone lay flat on the ground, trembling.
Gerard’s subordinates rummaged through the pockets and luggage of the people lying down, sweeping up everything of value.
“How’s the luggage car?”
“We can separate it as soon as we light the dynamite.”
“Good.”
Bang!
“Ugh!”
Just then, one of the subordinates was shot by a bullet from somewhere and collapsed.
Gerard grabbed one of the citizens to use as a human shield and looked towards the front car where the bullet had come from.
There were conductors and police officers with rifles.
“You robbers! Surrender if you don’t want to die!”
Gerard snorted.
“Surrender?”
Gerard lit a stick of dynamite and threw it towards them.
“Uh, uh oh?”
Kwaaaaaang!
With a thunderous sound, the police officers and conductors were torn to shreds.
Gerard’s subordinates entered and shot at the staggering police officers and conductors.
Bang Bang Bang.
The citizens were trembling in fear, and the police officers and conductors who could resist were incapacitated.
The train was completely taken over by the robbers.
Gerard broke a window and looked outside.
A bridge could be seen in the distance.
According to calculations, they would reach the bridge in 3 minutes, and if they detonated the dynamite then, all the luggage in the cargo car would belong to the Wings Family.
“Everyone move to the luggage car!”
Gerard and his subordinates each grabbed people to use as hostages and moved towards the luggage car.
Gerard and his subordinates gathered all the hostages in one place and then took off their stuffy masks.
“This is easier than I thought, isn’t it, Boss?”
“Getting on the train is the hardest part. After that, it’s not much.”
The subordinates started opening the luggage one by one.
“Wow, what’s all this? This one is full of money!”
“There are gold rings too… Looks like we’ve hit the jackpot, hehe.”
“Huh? But what’s this?”
One man turned over a bag.
With a heavy sound, an axe with its handle half-cut and another intact axe tumbled out.
Gold coins also rolled on the floor.
Gerard and his subordinates ignored the gold coins and stared blankly at the axes.
“Th-this axe looks very familiar, doesn’t it?”
“No way… It can’t be.”
Just then, they heard someone running on the roof of the train, and then a man broke through the window and entered.
Red hair as if his head was covered in blood.
Eyes burning with a fierce red glow.
The Wings Family members all froze like rabbits encountering a tiger.
“Cea… Sar?”
“Am I your friend? Don’t casually call my name like that.”
Crack!
As Caesar threw a straight punch at the face of the man in front, his neck rotated 270 degrees.
Caesar picked up the axe that had fallen to the floor and spoke.
“Who dares to rob a train I’m on? Do you want to die?”
“K-kill him!”
Ratatatata!
The gun barrels spewed fire incessantly.
But while only holes appeared in Caesar’s clothes, the bullets that hit Caesar’s body didn’t even bounce off, they just fell to the ground.
Caesar rushed towards the robbers, only protecting his face with the axe.
“Aaaaargh!”
Caesar’s axe raised a spray of blood.
Realizing they couldn’t kill him with bullets, one of the Wings Family members lit a stick of dynamite and threw it.
Caesar swung his axe in an arc towards the flying dynamite.
The fuse part of the dynamite was precisely cut off, and the burning fuse went out helplessly.
“Do you bastards all want to die? Don’t you see the dynamite back there?”
Caesar threw the axe, embedding it in the head of the man who had thrown the dynamite.
Gerard pointed his gun not at Caesar, but at the hostages.
“Caesar, stop right now! Otherwise, all the hostages will die!”
However, Caesar barely listened and continued to beat the subordinates to death with his bare hands.
When he had cleared about two-thirds of the subordinates, Caesar pulled the axe out of the robber’s head and glared at Gerard.
“What? Are those hostages?”
Gerard’s subordinates each grabbed a hostage and pointed their guns at them.
“If you don’t want to see bullets in these people’s heads, put down the axe now. Hurry!”
Caesar scratched his head.
“This has become troublesome.”
“Now!”
Caesar picked up one of the dynamite sticks lying around.
“What, what are you doing? Do you think this is a joke?”
“I heard from military doctors on the battlefield that dying from an explosion is less painful than dying from a bullet.”
Caesar spoke to the hostages.
“So I’ll kill you less painfully. I’m sorry.”
Clang!
Caesar struck a steel box next to him with the axe.
As sparks flew, Caesar brought them to the dynamite fuse.
Seeing this, some of the hostages fainted and collapsed.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
“Damn, why isn’t this working? How embarrassing.”
After several attempts to light the dynamite failed, Caesar turned to Gerard and said,
“Hey. Do you have any matches? I can’t get this to light.”
Gerard swallowed hard.
‘I, I messed with the wrong person.’
This bastard had no intention of saving the hostages.
He was a madman who didn’t care if the hostages died as long as he could kill Gerard.
Clang! Hisssss.
“Oh, it’s lit!”
Without hesitation, Caesar threw the dynamite towards Gerard.
“Run!”
Gerard and his subordinates dropped the hostages and jumped out the window.
Jumping from a moving train was practically suicide, but it was better than dying in an explosion.
Whoosh, Splash!
Luckily, Gerard and his subordinates fell into the river flowing under the bridge.
Gerard laughed as he watched the train passing over the bridge.
“Ha, hahahahaha!”
Along with the relief of being alive, he was excited by the thought that Caesar would soon explode like fireworks along with the train.
Because in that luggage car, there wasn’t just the dynamite Caesar had thrown, but also the dynamites that Gerard and his subordinates had planted in advance.
However, the train didn’t explode even as it was almost completely across the bridge.
Just as Gerard thought something was strange, a red figure fell from the train into the river.
It was Caesar.
Caesar surfaced like a crocodile. [TL/N: Arthur has definitely played Snake Eater]
With the axe in his mouth, Caesar said,
They’re all dead.
Gerard and his subordinates were terrified as if they had seen a crocodile on the riverbank.
“R-run away!”
Gerard and his subordinates swam frantically towards the shore.
But they couldn’t match Caesar’s swimming skills.
“Aaaah gurg!”
“Help… gurgle gurgle”
Splash! Splash!
Gerard heard the sound of his subordinates being pulled under the water one after another behind him.
But Gerard couldn’t stop swimming.
While they were buying time, Gerard had to escape from that monster quickly.
Gerard barely made it to shore.
Swimming seemed to consume more energy than he thought.
Gerard kept falling as he tried to run, his legs giving out.
Just as Gerard was about to get up and run again, he heard a beast-like growl behind him.
Gerard’s reason told him he absolutely shouldn’t look back, but his head instinctively turned.
In Gerard’s pupils was reflected Caesar, holding an axe dripping with blood.
“You’re Gerard of the Wings Family, right? We’re meeting for the first time, aren’t we?”
Gerard was so scared he wet himself.
Caesar grabbed Gerard’s smooth head with his brutal grip.
“I have something I want to ask you.”
Caesar placed the axe on his neck.
“Do you know where the Clown Family and Anchor Family bastards went?”
***
Caesar stared blankly at the fire while grilling fish.
‘Hmm… He doesn’t know about Clown, but King fled to the Kingdom of Dior…’
This has become troublesome.
He wanted to harvest both of their heads if possible, but to catch King he’d have to cross the border, and for Clown he’d have to play detective…
Maybe he should be satisfied with just annihilating the Anchor Family.
Just then, he heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance.
It was the railway police.
The railway police dismounted and came down under the bridge.
“A-are you Sir Caesar?”
Caesar took a bite of the fish and said,
“You’re quite fast. I almost died of hunger.”
Caesar pointed to the corpses of the robbers scattered on the ground.
“Those guys are from the Wings Family, and their boss is…”
Caesar pointed to Gerard, hanging by his neck from the bridge.
“Right there.”
The police bowed their heads and said,
“We, we are truly grateful. If it weren’t for you, Sir Caesar, the damage would have been severe.”
“Just words?”
“…Pardon?”
“You think just saying thanks is enough? I missed my train. My luggage was on that train too. How are you going to compensate for that loss?”
“Th-that’s not something we can decide, but… We’ll talk to the train company and prepare compensation.”
Caesar nodded, seemingly satisfied at last. “Good. Oh, are you hungry? Have some of this.”
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