Chapter 32: All-purpose wish machine
A luxurious mansion located on the outskirts of the capital city.
The mansion, which is supposed to not exist externally, is heavily guarded by fifteen types of concealment magic and magic barriers.
Invited by Bernard, Olivia entered the mansion and was struck by the grandeur of the place.
How much money would it take to build such a building?
Every detail, even the invisible ones, is a masterpiece that has been carefully crafted and unified.
“Thank you for inviting us.”
Isabella’s smile revealed her hidden joy.
Having seen a glimpse of Bernard’s power, she was convinced that he would return as the head of the Creutzfeldt family.
“I invited you here because I wanted to ask for your help with a job.”
Bernard says.
“I want you to get close to them, get on their radar, and get me information of value. That’s what I was thinking.”
Count Westmeath nodded.
“Leave it to us. We will definitely be of service.”
“However, the earlier report has changed our plans a bit. It seems we can perform the ritual earlier than planned. We have to move forward before any interference occurs.”
“Of course, please proceed as Bernard-sama wishes.”
“You should also watch. Have you ever heard of the labyrinth artifact called 《Mirror of Cucumericulus》?”
“I’m sorry, I’m not knowledgeable about it.”
“Well, it’s not widely known because it’s a very valuable magical tool discovered in the ruins of a lost ancient civilization. There is also a legend that it was created by ancient sages who once existed, but that is not true. It is impossible for humans to create such a powerful magical tool.”
Bernard continued with deep wrinkles around his mouth.
“Once in a hundred years, there is an all-purpose wish machine that can grant any wish. However, anyone who tries to use this 《Mirror》 to make a wish inevitably meets a tragic end. Do you know why?”
“Why?”
“The 《Mirror》 demands compensation. To have your wish granted, you must pay an appropriate price. Our predecessors made mistakes there. They misunderstood the nature of the compensation and were swallowed up by the 《Mirror》 that demanded compensation.”
“Does that mirror swallow people?”
“More precisely, it swallows people’s souls. Especially those with magical power.”
Bernard says.
“The total amount of magical power that the soul possesses is important. You must offer enough soul and magical power to have your wish granted. It’s natural when you think about it. To make a big fire, you need to burn enough firewood.”
Opening the door to the back room, Bernard continued.
“That’s why I prepared the firewood. Do you know that the Duke Creutzfeldt family owns eighty-two orphanages in the kingdom?”
“No way. . .”
“Children without relatives who possess magical power. If I gather three hundred of them, it will be more than enough for me to gain eternal life alone.”
A dry laugh echoed.
In the dark room, children who had been put to sleep by magic lay like dolls.
Count Westmeath gasped at the abnormal sight.
He could sacrifice innocent children without hesitation for his own desires.
This man is completely insane.
“But the situation has changed a bit. Foolish people have rebelled, and someone is still crazily destroying my bases. Even if I gain eternal life with the power of the 《Mirror》, it will be meaningless if I lose my wealth and power. First, I need to gain the power to bury my enemies.”
Bernard walked deeper into the dark room.
Kicking aside the lying children, he put his hand on the large mirror placed in the center.
“My wish is this. Mirror, give me the power to become the strongest being in this world.”
The mirror emitted a purple light.
At that moment, an abnormal amount of magical energy filled the surroundings, and the fallen children disappeared, leaving only Bernard behind.
He smiled contentedly in the dark room.
“So, this is power. I see why everyone desires it.”
He swung his arm as if trying something out.
With that gust of wind, the walls of the mansion burst open as if torn apart by a giant.
(“M-Monster. . .”)
The Count couldn’t stand and fell to his knees.
“S-Splendid, Bernard-sama.”
Isabella’s voice trembled uncontrollably.
She instinctively realized that with just a little whim from him, her life could easily be taken away.
At that moment, one of the private soldiers who had been guarding outside rushed into the room.
“Bernard-sama! There are intruders in the mansion!”
He was probably a man in a responsible position among the soldiers.
His body, clad in decorated armor, was slammed into a wall twenty meters away in the next moment and buried under rubble beyond three walls, motionless.
Red liquid soaked the bodies of the Count of Westmeath, Isabella, and Olivia.
The liquid had an innocent lukewarmness as if unaware of what had happened.
“H-huh. . .Ahh. . .”
They couldn’t breathe properly and all three of them collapsed and trembled while making meaningless sounds.
“I changed my mind.”
Bernard said with a bored expression.
“I have obtained this much power. I no longer need any allies.”
His lifeless eyes captured the three of them.
(No. . .I don’t want to die. . .!)
When Olivia closed her eyes in fear, a huge water cannon broke into the mansion while crushing it.
It had the power to semi-destroy a three-story mansion in an instant, and it blew Bernard’s body sideways and slammed him against the wall behind him.
“I’ve wanted to meet you for so long.”
The woman behind the mask appeared from the dust.
She was wearing a large robe and lifted the brim of her big hat as she spoke.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of this. Finally, my wish has come true. I’m so happy.”
The witch smiled under her mask.
“I won’t let you off with just one hit. I’ll beat you up so badly that you’ll regret being alive.”
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