Chapter 26
The Demon Hunting Method of the Regressed Inquisitor
The Demon Hunting Method Of The Regressed Inquisitor 26
Future City (3)
Geppetto, who had been watching the book burn, threw off his gloves and snapped at me.
Until then, I had kept my eyes down. I didnât particularly want to watch the book burn.
To be precise, it was because my eyes hurt from looking at the flames.
âSomething foreign got into the furnace. Weâll have to end todayâs work here.â
âIsnât that too much?â
Was it really necessary to burn it to that extent? To the point of abandoning the work?
âThere is no commonality, no single picture. Itâs just a bunch of schematics of devices we learned by dismantling. Itâs trash that makes me angry just to look at.â
âI bought that for a high price.â
âEverything has stages. But these days, people donât even try to go through the proper stages.â
âAre you going to compensate me?â
âHalf of them canât even make a single gear. What good is it for such people to know just how to assemble and operate things?â
He doesnât listen at all. Even if itâs an honorary position, as a lord, he must have quite a bit of money coming in. What a stingy old man.
âIf those who envision the future disappear? If the foundation of that technology disappears, wonât we immediately revert to the old days?â
âWell, isnât that why they canât strategize?â
âWhat on earth are you? Are you a religious fanatic who even embraces trials?â
âAnd you, sir, living in this city, manage to live like that. Arenât you treated as a heretic by other craftsmen?â
âSo? Are you going to interrogate me?â
âIâm just a religious fanatic who only meddles in religious matters.â
âHahaha! You sound like a madman.â
Thatâs what I just heard.
How could anyone do this job without going mad in the first place?
âUm, hold on a momentâ¦â
I wipe the thick blood flowing from my nose with my sleeve.
This is bad, the effects of erosion are starting to show even when Iâm still.
âWhatâs wrong, are you sick?â
âYes, a little.â
My eyes feel a bit dry too.
This damn trial wonât leave me alone.
âReligious fanatic. Now I see you also use a sword? Doesnât your god have anything to say about that?â
Was it because I raised my sleeve to wipe my nose? His eyes went to the sword at my waist.
âAh, Iâm affiliated with the Pantheon. As for the sword⦠Just think of it as being permitted by the God of War.â
âReally? Thatâs generous. Show it to me. Iâll take a look at it.â
âThey said there were impurities in the furnace? Is it okay to touch it then?â
âItâs not my sword, so what does it matter.â
âWhat, is this old man crazy?â
âIâm joking. Iâll just take a look.â
Geppetto almost snatched my sword away.
But since heâs the best craftsman in Nidavellir, there shouldnât be any problems.
Surely he wouldnât break it.
No, this might actually be a good thing.
Iâve been uneasy because the sword didnât respond to divine power, and now I might be able to find out why.
âHmmâ¦â
Thud.
Geppetto began examining the sword in various ways, such as holding it up to the light or tapping it with a hammer.
After checking the condition of the blade, the balance, thickness, and length, Geppetto finally spoke.
âWhere did you get this?â
âI received it from my master who taught me swordsmanship. Do you know what it is? Itâs not an ordinary sword.â
âThis swordâ¦â
Geppetto had a reluctant expression.
âItâs not made of metal.â
âThen is it made from the bones of a beast?â
There are indeed such weapons.
Even Metalwolf uses its carapace to make weapons.
If itâs something similar, it would make sense why divine power doesnât work on it.
âSimilar. Butâ¦â
âThereâs something more, isnât there?â
âDo you know the process of making weapons from beast materials?â
âRoughly, you grind or hammer it, donât you?â
âSimilar. Whatever it is, it needs to be transformed. For example, if you were to make a weapon from a beastâs horn, you would grind or hammer it into shape.â
I think I understand what he means.
It seemed like Geppetto was trying to explain something as he began examining parts like the crossguard, handle, and pommel of the sword, rather than the blade itself.
âBut this material itself is in the shape of a sword.â
âFrom the tip to the pommel, all of it?â
âFrom the tip to the pommel, all of it. If thereâs any part thatâs been polished, itâs the pommel. The end part has been ground.â
âThen it sounds like this swordâs pommel was connected to some kind of creature.â
âIndeed. To think of having such a perfectly balanced sword as part of oneâs body⦠itâs horrifying just to imagine. Even a chimera couldnât exist like this.â
âHmmâ¦â
The white sword given by my master.
What once seemed beautiful now started to feel eerie.
âAnyway, itâs a good sword. Thereâs nothing I need to fix.â
âThe information youâve found is quite lacking.â
âWhy should I put in effort for information I donât need to know?â
âYouâre so petty.â
The swordâs true nature remained unknown.
The only thing discovered was that it was part of a living creature, not metal.
What kind of creature would carry such a sword as part of its body?
Itâs a mystery.
âSpeaking of which, can I see some other weapons? Youâve made them, so you must have checked them.â
âIsnât this sword enough?â
âThis one doesnât work with holy power.â
âBetter than harming people with the power of God. In a way, itâs a holy relic. Use it sparingly.â
âThatâs an interesting perspective.â
I hadnât thought of it that way. Heâs more devout than I am.
âIs a sword enough?â
âIâm not picky.â
âYouâre quite greedy.â
Geppetto showed me the weapons he had made, as if telling me to look around.
They were all ordinary weapons, so much so that they felt out of place compared to the outside scenery.
Swords, spears, axes. The kind youâd see in a typical blacksmithâs shop.
âHow much are these?â
Among them, there were swords that were completed to a considerable level even in my eyes.
There is a problem with using the masterâs sword as it is not imbued with divine power.
To use mana in the form of aura, a certain amount of training is required.
It is sufficient to use as a substitute for the time being.
â2,400 imperial gold coins.â
âDo you mean silver coins?â
âGold coins. Imperial gold coins.â
It is a price I canât even imagine. Itâs a price that could be budgeted for a small territory for a year.
ââ¦â¦Itâs expensive compared to its performance.â
âPoor people always find fault like that. If youâre not going to buy it, put it down.â
I gently, as carefully as possible, put the sword down. I canât even ask Linea to buy something like this.
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After all, a person should have some sense of shame.
Now, the topic related to weapons is over.
It would be cheaper to buy weapons made with advanced technology scattered throughout the city. Although they canât be called artisanâs itemsâ¦
I change the topic. Itâs time to start the psychological warfare.
Itâs time to find out about the âOne Who Draws the Future.â Others donât know, but I do.
When trials clash with trials, what kind of disaster occurs.
Even if it hasnât harmed humans, its power is too great.
It is necessary to identify the cause and clarify what kind of existence the opponent is.
âWhat is inside the city?â
âI donât know.â
âIsnât that too blatant? At least tell me what is commonly known.â
âThere is technology. Far more advanced technology than we know.â
âFor example?â
âCan you explain something you donât know? We havenât even completely conquered the outskirts until now. Even the most skilled artisan like me couldnât fully understand the technology that was practically discarded after being pushed out of the outskirts.â
Clang!
Geppetto threw a piece of metal at me. As I dodged it slightly, it hit the floor and rolled with a sound.
âLook closely. Where the limits of my technology are, and based on that, what problems this city has.â
ââ¦â¦.â
What Geppetto threw was a gear.
Even the steel gears of various sizes.
There was one thing I could learn from him. At least for Geppetto, the technology to make gears wasnât that difficult.
And that it was limited to a certain size.
âThe smaller it is, the harder it is to make. Especially with that kind of metal.â
âBut you still made it, didnât you?â
âOnly the most basic form. To apply it to a mechanical device requires calculations and work so precise that itâs beyond words.â
âFor example, something like this?â
The pocket watch that Linea bought. Inside, large and small gears were turning regularly.
âNot bad. Our craftsman didnât make this. He doesnât have the skill.â
âThey say you can tell if you disassemble it?â
âYouâd know. Even Alex could assemble it. But he canât make the materials.â
âWhoâs Alex?â
âOur dog.â
âAh.â
I wondered what he was talking about.
Geppetto stared at the pocket watch for a while. He seemed to be organizing his thoughts, so I left him alone.
If itâs something worth worrying about, it must be significant.
âDid you ask whatâs inside?â
âYes, and you answered it was technology.â
âYes, there is technology that we canât even understand. But there are things we can understand.â
âFinally, youâre telling me what I wanted to hear.â
âThereâs nothing to hide. Itâs whatâs inside the city.â
After taking his eyes off the pocket watch, Geppetto looked up at me with vague anxiety and fear.
What did he see inside the city to harbor such anxiety?
âThe closer you get from the outskirts to the inside, the technology continues like a history book inscribed with the history of technology. Naturally, there are guards inside. Violent ones made of mechanical devices.â
âThatâs the first Iâve heard of it.â
âDo you think that greedy craftsman would only stay on the outskirts because he knows his place? He hasnât even been able to approach the inside yet, so heâs only on the outside.â
âThen should we consider the âOne Who Draws the Futureâ as the enemy of humanity?â
âNo, thatâs not it.â
A bitter smile. As if that couldnât be the case. It was a smile close to ridicule.
âAnyway, I could understand the direction of the cross-section heading towards its own evolutionary endpoint.â
âWhat is that?â
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Geppetto hesitated. It wasnât a concern about whether he could speak or reveal the secret.
He simply seemed afraid that the answer he was about to give might be the correct one.
But it must have been a thought he had pondered over many times. So it must be something he could tell someone like me, who didnât know much.
Otherwise, he wouldnât have brought it up.
After a moment of hesitation, Geppetto spoke.
ââ¦â¦ï¼The One Who Draws the Futureï¼ is evolving beyond simple mechanical engineering into the realm of life creation.â
âThat isâ¦â¦â
âYes.â
Deus Ex Machina.
âThe realm of gods.â
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Linea liked Nidavellir.
One reason was that the clothes she was wearing were made in Nidavellir.
Of course, as a beastman with senses far superior to humans, Nidavellir was by no means a pleasant environment.
The sound of forging that disturbed her ears, the smell of iron that numbed her nose.
Even the unbearable heat.
But despite that, she liked Nidavellir.
After awakening her abilities, the world had looked so terribly horrifying to her.
The red lines and dots scattered messily. How many times had she retched at the phenomenon that seemed to create a cross-section of the world?
She was dying. She was hiding such a secret.
In such a situation, Nidavellir, which she had come across by chance, wasâ¦â¦
âNot red.â
The solidly forged iron and mechanical devices boasted a strength that she could never surpass.
In her world, filled with red, it occupied the most color.
That wasnât all.
In Nidavellir, there were animals of unknown mechanical devices roaming around. Like the toys created by ï¼The One Who Draws the Futureï¼.
Did she see them in the morning too?
A bird and a puppy made of mechanical devices. The shape of copper-colored toys not stained with red.
To her, such rigid mechanical devices felt almost like life.
âHehe.â
She wouldnât be able to stay long.
Thatâs why she had initially tried to settle in the Poris Duchy.
Even now, the noise around her made her head hurt. But despite that pain, she was simply happy.
The few moments when she could feel normal. She had to make the most of this time and enjoy it to the fullest.
âHuh?â
It was while she was watching the mechanical devices outside the mansion. She saw the figure of a child.
âWhat?!â
Linnea was startled and stood up at the sight of the child she had discovered by chance.
âJust now⦠Just nowâ¦!â
There was no red.
It was just an ordinary human figure.
There wasnât just one person like Rost.
Linnea, forgetting her noble dignity, ran towards the direction where the child had been.
The child was near the mansion.
He couldnât have gone far.
Using her physical abilities to the fullest, Linnea practically jumped down the building and arrived at the place where she had first seen the boy.
âThere.â
The boy was there. He hadnât gone anywhere and was just staring blankly at the mansion.
It was a boy. A boy stylishly wearing overalls and a yellow hat.
Catching her breath, Linnea carefully spoke to the boy.
ââ¦â¦â
âUgh?!â
The boy quietly turned his head at the sound of her voice.
When Linnea met the boyâs eyes, she finally realized.
âThis childâ¦â
He was not human.
There was still no red light visible from the boy.
Not even a dot, let alone a line.
Thatâs why the boyâs eyes were so blue they contrasted with the world.
But he was different from Lost.
It wasnât that he couldnât be seen like Lost. He couldnât be seen from the beginning.
From head to toe. It was impossible for her to hurt the boy.
No matter what she did, she couldnât hurt the boyâs pure white skin.
Linnea, trembling at the overwhelming presence, realized when she saw the mysterious, intricate mechanical device inside the boyâs eyes.
Yes, the boy in front of her was indeed.
âThe one who draws the futureâ¦â
Deus Ex Machina.
The true master of this city.