Tou no Madoushi

"Ugh, go-ho"

Tidro woke up on a defensive squad ship spitting water.

"I'm awake."

"Are you all right?

People dressed as defensive forces speak up to Tidro.

"Ugh, this is... How could I..."

Tidro looks around and tries to remember why he's on the defensive squad's ship, fainting.

(That's right. I fought Dorias...)

Tidro was attacked with headaches and glare, trying to get up in a hurry.

"Gu."

"Don't force it."

"I'm out of magic. I need to be at rest for a while."

Those in the defense will try to put Tidoro to sleep again trying to get up.

"Um, Doris..."

"Dorias?"

"What are you talking about?

The guards look surprised.

"Oh, no, the... what about the pirate ship?

Looks like the pirate ship's headed for 280.

"We went after him so hard."

"... Really?"

Tidoro decides to rest his body for the most part, knowing that he has let Dorias escape.

Zuzun, and I heard a lot of ground.

(What?

Tidoro tilts only his neck and sees the sound.

Then, just as the tower of Lord Albanero collapsed, both ports were about to sink.

(That's... the tower that me and Dorias were fighting...)

"The tower..."

"Oh, it's awful."

"At all, what are the nobles and the pirates thinking?"

Tidoro looked at the 280-story water platform (waterplate) where Dorias would be.

(Dorias, what the hell are you doing...)

The terrace of water covering the sky (waterplate) lay calmly as usual and did not answer anything.

The 280 hierarchy was a desolate sea as far as I could see.

You can't escape the storm anywhere.

It was an unbearable space to enter if not for those who had extremed the magic of water.

According to Dorias, every unusual weather twist in Swinlill is gathering here.

But more surprising than that was the water plateau (waterplate) lying above it.

The water was black as tar.

No aquatic warcraft was seen in any other hierarchy.

"What, what, that? The water plates are black."

"It's the result of collecting all the waste from the 200 tier (Swinlill). It should have had the effect of decomposing, purifying and draining all kinds of waste by virtue of the purifying action of the 290 hierarchy, but it seems that it was due to development that went too rapidly"

Dorias stares at the black-water platform (waterplate) as she narrows her eyes.

Doing so, one end of the water platform (water plate) begins to flourish with mockingbirds.

(What!? Something come up?

It was a giant snake coming out of a black-water platform (waterplate), trying to break a thick blanket.

"Is that...?

"It's Leviathan. One of the great warcraft left in the tower by Gaelias, the archdeacon who built this tower. It is responsible for the water level, climate, and purification of the City of Water (Swinrill). Residents of the City of Water (Swinlill) can enjoy peace and comfort only thanks to this sea god (Leviathan)."

(I'm swimming... in that black water. That's incredible vitality.)

However, no matter how much the Sea God (Leviathan), swimming in the Black Sea did not seem easy.

The sea god (Leviathan) trembled uncomfortably in an attempt to shake off the black water that wrapped around him.

But black water can never be taken all the time, rather, it is increasingly wrapped around Leviathan's body.

Leviathan wanders around on the water like mad.

Along with that, the surface of the 280 hierarchy also rocked violently.

"... angry?

Looks like the boulder sea god (Leviathan) is about to run out of water contamination for Swinlill residents.

Suddenly, the sea god (Leviathan) spit out massive amounts of wood, dust, and debris with black water.

"That's..."

"The throat of the sea god (Leviathan) is connected to the sea outside. Yeah, we swallowed the hazardous waste dumped in Swinrill's waterway and it's releasing it into the ocean, but it looks like there's a limit to its sewage treatment function."

Dorias is right, the Sea God (Leviathan) did not swallow it, even if he spit it out earlier.

"The sewage that is supposed to pour into the sea is refluxing. If we keep this up, that black water will reflux into the lower tier, causing enormous damage to the 200 tiers."

"Oh no... is there any way to stop it?

"Using the power of Elf's daughter (Fresia) will quell the wrath of the Sea God (Leviathan). but we need to talk before we do. Come on out! You're in there, aren't you? Vanessa."

Vanessa reveals herself from there as Dorias calls toward the shadows on the deck.

(When...)

"I didn't expect the College Mage to attack 200 hierarchies in this short period of time. Most 200th floor magicians (swimmers) say they can't get this far."

Vanessa said as she sucked the moisture attached to her garment with her cane (to hide herself, she couldn't seem to prevent that body from being exposed to windstorms without using magic).

"But it might be convenient instead. I've always wanted to talk to you. The last 280 tiers allow me to talk to you without worrying about anyone's eyes or ears."

Vanessa walks over looking at Dorias with those sharp eyes.

Lynn was impressed by her grandeur.

She should also have Doris in front of her eyes and feel that bottomless power on her skin.

"Dorias, being here means you're gonna stop Leviathan from going wild, okay?

Depends on the terms.

"Conditions?"

"You can't go home for free more than you've come this far by committing a crime like this"

"... what do you want"

"I want special provisions for 200 hierarchical offenses. Soon Lord Albanero will lose his legs. Vanessa, you can do this, right?

(Indeed, it is common practice to impose special measures to improve the hierarchy of affiliation on those who have achieved much in the tower as magicians. But......)

"Dorias, the problem with the Sea God (Leviathan) is that it concerns the fate and lives of the city. If the Sea God (Leviathan) runs wild, the tower will also suffer from some of its dysfunctions. If you're a tower dweller too..."

"It doesn't matter. You must have been the ones who left Sea God (Leviathan) in the first place. Why should I wipe that ass for free?

"It..., I always cared about me and Sea God (Leviathan). But as a civilian, I am also desperate to suppress the arbitrariness of the nobles..."

"Hey, I don't need an excuse. Come to a conclusion, 200 tiers of residency. Can you or can't you not?"

……

Vanessa gave a harsh look and silenced herself.

There's a strained air between us.

Lynn feels like she can't stay.

"... Dorias. Even if I reinstate myself in the Secretary's seat, I can't be under Secretary Swinlill's authority to approve 200 hierarchical advances, etc. Such matters must be multiplied by the council…"

"Then you hang up. Right now!

(I don't have a choice…)

"Okay. I'll do what you say."

I said it like Vanessa had noticed.

"But in my handout, it takes days to weeks to hang on to the council. You need to stay in this 280 hierarchy until then. Can you do that?

"Oh, that's good. I'll wait for you."

"I understand. Well, I'll get right to it."

Vanessa landed on the back of the seal-type large aquatic warcraft Selgum as she jumped from the ship to the sea.

The tuna breaks through any high wave, and its fins can thrust over any vortex.

Even in the stormy sea of storms, it was a warcraft that could cross without difficulty with people on board.

It is said that if you are on Sergham, you can enjoy a peaceful journey of the sea, even on a desolate sea, as if you were in a cave.

"Dorias. Last but not least, you (...) will (...) take (...) the (...) acknowledgement (...) certificate (...) of (...) meeting (...) with (...) kake (...) ru (...) with (...) is (...), ah (...) ku (...) is (...) also (...) li (...) v (...) a (...) a (...) sa (...) n (...) 's (...) storm (...) walk (...) stop (...) this (...) and (...) is (...) a (...) yes (...). So are you sure?

"... oh, no doubt about it"

Lynn was uncomfortable with these two interactions.

In the current exchange, what the hell did you two confirm?

…… Well, then we'll have no choice. "

Vanessa turned her heel back.

"Let's say I hurry to save the city"

Sergas, with Vanessa on board, leaves the ship for a giant tree with an elevator.

Then Lynn kept waiting for Vanessa to hear from her on Dorias' boat.

The 280 hierarchy had nothing but sea plains as far as I could see, so I had nothing to do with it in particular, and spent some time putting magic guides in the magic furnace, fishing for fish, and measuring the water level of the ocean.

The sailors ordered a less meaningful chore to move around anyway (a creature called a human being would do extra things with anxiety if he didn't do anything).

Lynn often thought of Theo, Yuven, Illywia, and his friends in Alfredo when his hands were empty.

What will everyone be doing by now?

How are you doing?

It's been weeks since I've been here, but are you worried about yourself?

Or have I completely forgotten about myself?

As he spent his days in the open, he occasionally saw the sea god (Leviathan) represent himself from a black water platform (waterplate) as he emitted hives (nasty) upwards.

The amount of black water wrapped around Leviathan's body grew, and his hissing grew ever greater, and he could bare his wrath.

"Mostly, you're angry."

Dorias, standing next to him, said as Lynn watched Leviathan.

"It looks more and more angry than it used to be"

"Oh, the limit will be close"

Lynn drops her eyes on the table where the water level is measured.

"The water level in the 200 tier (Swinlill) is rising more and more. And the degree of contamination..."

"I guess."

"Is it okay? If Ms Vanessa reaches her limit before she hangs on the council......"

"That's the time."

The next day, Leviathan's anger was finally about to reach its peak.

Its body glowed red, and the water plateau (waterplate) rippled violently above and below, vibrating, and from time to time, huge black droplets fell from the ceiling, which no longer maintained the water level.

The sea set up a water column as if it had been shot with cannons.

"Eh."

The ship swayed gras on the water column, so Lynn stuck to the ship unexpectedly.

"Mr. Dorias, it's the limit now. Shouldn't we calm the wrath of the Sea God?

"No, not yet. Still waiting."

Dorias said, staring at Leviathan.

The next day, the whole hierarchy is finally going crazy.

The tsunami struck again and again, and Mithril's ship was swallowed up by the sea again and again.

Lin and the others could no longer leave the deck of the ship, locked themselves on board and busily moved the 'buoyancy generating magic furnace' to avoid sinking, and managed to surface.

The ship flipped over and over, and each time aboard it was rough.

"Mr. Dorias, it's the limit now. If you don't calm Leviathan, 'Buoyancy Generation Magic Furnace' won't hold up anymore"

"Not yet. I haven't heard from Vanessa yet."

"I said that..."

(Long after sinking the port, no defense team or anyone is coming after the ship. I'm sure the lower tier is worse because the 280 tier is at this rate...)

As Lynn imagined, the 200 hierarchy was supposed to be terrible overall.

The constant tsunami caused the streets to flood, and the fall of a chunk of water caused the houses to collapse one after the other.

People had to abandon their homes and evacuate to sturdy, high-ceiling buildings.

In the aftermath of the earthquake and crisis that struck the city, the heavy towns of the three powers, including Lord Albanero, had failed to strike any effective measures and had exposed their incompetence.

The dissatisfaction of 200 Hierarchy (Swinlill) residents grew in response.

When I came here, I finally realized the tragic reality of the 200 tiers (Swinlill), and the 500 tiers (Council) seemed to raise my heavy hips.

The council suggested sending a magician to the 200 tiers (Swinlill), but the Albanero public, fearing that many of their failures would be discovered, desperately tried to use their connections to stop the dispatch of council members.

They also relied on their handouts to write letters there to encourage cover-ups.

The disaster happening in Swinlill is not a big deal.

Only slightly disturbed regulation of the water level can be restored immediately.

It's a disaster. What's all the fuss about is poor demon mentors who can't even live in immature demon mentors or cities who lose control of the ship or drown because, as usual, the water level has just been slightly disturbed.

I would ask the Council to endeavour to keep things still so as not to stir up residents' anxiety in mischief.

Also, please be careful not to be confused by the incitement of such unsuccessful people.

However, at present, Swinlill is putting in a little to suppress water level measures and the whispering uprisings of unexpected students, so let me prohibit you from entering the 200 hierarchy for a little while for everyone else in the hierarchy.

The work of the Albanero public was successful and managed to stop the council members from being sent.

Even as a council, the representatives of the hierarchy were forced to intervene to abuse their powers or crush the mentions of the city's representatives, beyond saying that they were fine themselves.

Nevertheless, it was also true that I wanted the problem resolved as soon as possible.

Residents' dissatisfaction is solicited, because there is no doubt that trust in the control of the tower is shaken.

That is how the Council is rubbing its mind, one Member of Parliament read out the letter.

"I will read out a letter from the former Speaker, Vanessa Lula. Dear Sir, you will also be able to rub the Council's attention regarding this Swinlill anomaly. I'll guess in my heart. By the way, as a magician who supports the tower, and as a former Speaker of Swinlill, I have one suggestion for resolving this commotion. Why not appoint one more outstanding College Demon Supervisor as the 200 Hierarchical Demon Supervisor? His name is Dorias. With his help, you'll be able to instantly solve the problems that are currently happening in the 200 tiers."

"Dorias? Who is that?

"I know you do. He was a great college magician on the Lednarc expedition."

"Oh, the example 'Giant Killer'"?

"I see. Sure, he might be able to quell this anomaly, too."

"Quickly, let's make a special case. We, the councillors, may move to crush Lord Albanero and the others in solving the problem, but if we're going to use the College Magic Instructor to help us, we're going to have a problem."

The council acknowledged the special at an ever-unavailable speed and allowed Dorias to make 200 hierarchical advances.

A fairy brings a letter to Dorias.

"Oh, are you here?"

"Is this a letter from Mr. Vanessa?

"Seems so."

The fairy gave a mouthful to the back of Dorias's hand, wondering if she had given him the letter.

The pattern engraved on the back of Doriath's hand changes from the College Magic Instructor specification to the 200 Hierarchy (Swinrill) specification, and the robe changes to purple.

Dorias will now have gained elevator access to the 200 tier and 200 tier (Swinlill) residency.

"You did it. Mr. Dorias."

"Oh, now you're free to walk 200 hierarchies by waving a major player"

"Well, that's what we've accomplished, and let's calm the Sea God."

"No, not yet."

"What?"

The sea god (Leviathan) finally emitted his body red and swollen with bukbuk.

It was only a matter of time before it dissipated all dissatisfaction.

Nonetheless, Dorias doesn't try to move.

"Mr. Dorias. The sea god (Leviathan)..."

"Either you stop Leviathan's rampage here, or you let him rampage, it's better for me."

"Mr. Dorias?

"The crime of 200 hierarchical trespasses has disappeared, but the charges concerning piracy have not. Run the sea god (Leviathan) and you might be able to rub it off. And you get more from the devastated city."

"Mr. Dorias, what is your promise to Mr. Vanessa..."

"I (...) did say (...) take (...) the (...) acknowledgment (...) certificate (...) of the meeting (...) with (...) Ri (...) Ke (...) Ru (...) with (...), (...) Ri (...) v (...) a (...) i (...) a (...) sa (...) n (...) stop (...) the (...) storm (...) walk (...). but I didn't say I would stop Leviathan immediately because I got the council certification"

……

"Lynn, life is short."

Dorias giggles.

"Even a short life, the time to be able to act as you wish is even shorter. If you only cared about other people and put up with them, your life would be over soon. We need to make a limited chance thing."

Finally, the sea god (Leviathan) 's indulgence bag is broken.

The precipitated water of the 290 hierarchy is released all at once towards the lower hierarchy.

Swinlill was immediately swallowed by turbulence.

The water level of each tier rises to five floors, and all buildings below the fifth floor in the city are swallowed by black water.

The sea god (Leviathan), who swept off the black water wrapped around his body and regained his original appearance and clear fresh water, began swimming again gracefully and vigorously on the water platform (waterplate).

Next time, Episode 150: Vanessa's Counter-Attack