Chapter 118
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Translator: Xrecker
Chapter: 118
Chapter Title: Fat Man
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The next day.
I was forcibly awakened by the sunlight filtering through my eyelids.
I had been drinking with the Demon Lord late into the night, and I had a terrible hangover.
“Are you awake?”
“Uh… Camilla?”
I was surprised to see her beside me.
“Honey water. Please drink.”
I took the cup she offered and drank.
After finishing the contents, I returned the empty cup to her, and she placed it back on the tray.
“Why are you here? What about Ozma?”
Camilla tilted her head.
“My duty to Princess Ozma ended when you returned. Lady Vanessa, who was her original adjutant, has returned, so I have resumed my post.”
That made sense.
Vanessa had been with me to assassinate King Oscar.
After spending so much time with her, I had gotten used to her presence, and Camilla’s absence had been strange.
“Are you tired of me serving you? If so, I can arrange for a replacement…”
“No, that’s not what I meant!”
“I was joking.”
Camilla said, her face expressionless. She then curtsied.
“I look forward to serving you again, Master Kaldrash.”
“…I look forward to it, too, Camilla.”
“Then I will deliver the Demon Lord’s message. He requests that you use any and all means to destroy the Walls of Constantinople after noon.”
“That’s… a lot of pressure.”
“Shall I inform the Demon Lord that you are unable to comply?”
“No, I can do it.”
I got out of the bed and put on my robe.
“What time is it?”
“11:30 AM.”
“…I’ll be there after I wash up. The Demon Lord will forgive me for that, won’t he?”
“Of course. He is not an unreasonable man.”
I grabbed a towel and headed for the nearby river.
***
At noon sharp.
I walked alone towards the Walls of Constantinople, the entire Demon Lord’s army watching from behind.
I was only carrying Stormbringer, Unlimited Power, and a pair of knuckles.
That was all I needed.
My infinite mana would take care of the defense.
I used a magnification spell to address the kingdom’s army, who seemed to have no intention of leaving the fortress.
“Ah, ah, microphone test.”
My amplified voice echoed through the air.
As I began to speak, I saw movement on the walls.
An arrow, a warning shot, flew towards my head, but it was deflected by the wind barrier I had already erected.
I put on my familiar dog mask and, in a deep voice, said,
“I will not repeat myself. Surrender now, and I will spare the Walls of Constantinople. For those who did not hear me, I will repeat myself one last time. Surrender now, and I will spare the Walls of Constantinople.”
A moment later, an amplified voice responded from the walls.
“We will defend these walls to our last breath! You should be the one to surrender, before you get hurt!”
It was likely a military mage.
A mage from Oz would have to be from the Emerald Tower. My junior was a feisty one.
To refuse a peace offering and choose a fight…
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I won’t.”
Okay, so that’s how they wanted to play it.
Annoyed, I began to chant the incantation for Little Boy, a fifth-tier spell.
Aether x Aether x Aether x Aether x Aether.
A five-layered aether spell.
Since aether was highly compressed mana, it consumed almost three times as much mana as a conventional elemental spell of the same tier.
It also required a high degree of mana control to prevent a backlash, making it impractical for use in fast-paced combat.
But in a situation like this, with no one to interfere, it was a different story.
The soldiers of the kingdom’s army on the walls were complacent.
They believed in the impregnability of the Walls of Constantinople, which had stood for nearly 700 years.
I decided to use this opportunity to test the full power of aether magic.
I had developed it, but I had never had the chance to use it at full power.
Pop!
The sphere of light shot from my fingertips and flew towards the Walls of Constantinople.
I put on my sunglasses.
And then,
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The aether crystal, reacting to the walls’ automatic defensive magic, exploded.
The earth trembled.
A pseudo-sun, appearing in the sky, unleashed its intense light, trying to tear down the Walls of Constantinople, the guardian of the humans for hundreds of years.
But the sun gradually shrank, and when it finally disappeared, the Walls of Constantinople were still standing.
The soldiers of the kingdom’s army, who had been watching with bated breath, cheered and embraced each other.
“Did you see that?! It was a miracle! The Goddess protects us! Oz will never fall to you demons!”
The mage who had taunted me earlier shouted, his voice filled with excitement.
He’s so loud.
I thought, cleaning my ears.
Anyway, since Little Boy wasn’t enough, it was time to bring out the big guns.
I ignored the soldiers, who were busy singing hymns of praise to their goddess, and began to weave a new spell.
A hexagram as the base.
While a pentagon was well-balanced, a hexagram, the Star of David, was a symbol of the Goddess of Wisdom.
I continuously poured mana into the six points of the hexagram.
The mana crystallized, turning into the artificial element, aether. The six aether crystals, in a symbiotic relationship, created a stable output of energy.
The spell consumed an immense amount of mana, but it was still within my limits.
My mana capacity had increased significantly since I had reached the seventh tier.
By the time the new spell, which had consumed mana like a black hole, was complete, I had used up nearly half of my mana.
While Little Boy had consumed three times the mana of a spell of its original tier, this one consumed five times as much.
Truly a devastating spell.
I had only ever created it in theory, so I was curious to see how it would manifest.
The spell was complete.
A sphere, much larger than Little Boy, rested in my palm.
While Little Boy was by no means small, this one was three times its size.
I launched the completed spell at the still-standing Walls of Constantinople.
The sphere of light flew slowly.
I should probably watch from a distance.
A sense of foreboding washed over me. I enveloped myself in Whirlwind Bone Cutter and flew back towards the Demon Lord’s army.
The soldiers on the walls, seeing me retreat, jeered.
I looked at them one last time and, without realizing it, made the sign of the cross.
In the name of the Father and the Son.
“Fat Man—”
***
That day, the giant mushroom cloud that rose above the Walls of Constantinople was etched into the minds of all the citizens of Oz.
The Walls of Constantinople, their guardian deity, which had protected them from foreign invaders for centuries, had vanished before their very eyes.
Thankfully, since Fat Man was a pure mana spell, there were no secondary effects like radiation or fallout. But the visual impact of a single spell was so overwhelming that Prince Tipetarius, who had witnessed it from the balcony of the royal castle, surrendered unconditionally to the Demon Lord’s army.
It was the day the long war between humans and demons finally came to an end.