Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 238

Contrary to the report, Dwayne’s expression wasn’t bright.

The fact that things were going smoothly meant a huge budget was being drained in real-time. Dwayne thought, ‘If it were preparations for war, it would be unavoidable, but this is too tight.’

Complaints were starting to surface even from the McLaine territory. He swallowed a sigh, judging that there was no need to report matters he could control himself, so he kept his mouth shut, but he couldn’t help but feel bitter.

“If things are going well there, we should start the dam construction soon, right?”

Hoping that the additional policies wouldn’t create further resentment, he nodded heavily.

“Yes. We will gather the workers with sufficient wages. But to finish the construction within the period you mentioned, we need a reliable expert….”

“Gather Clayton and the elites of the Golem Magic Tower, as well as Hamar and the dwarves with dam construction experience. Finish the construction within the winter.”

“Understood.”

A soft voice came from behind Dwayne, who turned around with a slightly delayed response.

“Just a little more. Just a little more effort. Just one year. Then the situation will be much better.”

She spoke to comfort him, but her words made Dwayne feel even more worried. Maybe she didn’t know this.

“Larala~”

These days, days when he involuntarily hummed were frequent, and for good reason.

‘The master is the king of this country, and I am the king of the magic workshop,’ Hamar thought.

Hamar looked in the mirror, neatly combed back his hair, and started humming again. After confirming once again that his slicked-back hair, which fully revealed his handsome forehead, went perfectly with his expensive and precious-looking red silk clothes, he put his hands behind his back and slowly left the room.

Then, unlike the quiet room, a thumping, rough noise mercilessly pierced his ears.

“Line 3, hurry up! Why is it taking so long to flatten one metal plate!”

“Accident on Line 1, two human artisans. Call the emergency team! Quickly!”

Thud! Thud! Clang!

Drrrrrr.

“Line 2 complete, next!”

Dwarves and human artisans were working fiercely below the railing. The sound they created was, to put it mildly, not good, but even that sounded like music to Hamar.

Hamar turned to Temar, who had followed him as if waiting as soon as he opened the door, and asked.

“What’s the progress?”

“The order volume is so large that it will take at least a few more months,”

“Because of the soldiers’ equipment?”

“Yes.”

“50,000 sets are no joke, tch. But if we have to do it, we have to do it. Please put in some effort. Take good care of the artisans.”

“I know.”

“And the knights who took that… thing?”

“They said they would return as they drop off. But since the quantity is so large, wouldn’t once more be enough in the future?”

“Yes, good.”

Everything was going smoothly.

‘A workshop several times the size of the village where I used to live in hiding moves at my gesture,’ Hamar thought.

The thrilling sensation that started at his fingertips tickled his head pleasantly. He knew an easy way to make this good feeling even greater.

“The beer?”

“Prepared here.”

“Temar, you read my mind! You’re the best dwarf assistant a king of the workshop could ask for!”

Grinning, he tapped Temar on the shoulder and took the beer glass hanging from his hooked hand.

Gulp. Gulp.

‘He really drinks well,’ Hamar thought.

He drank so refreshingly that it seemed like a chilling magic had been cast on the lukewarm beer without him even knowing.

“Kyah! This is the taste!”

It was when Hamar exclaimed that.

Weeeeeng.

A sudden, angry red light burst out, like a warning, from inside the open door, emitting a loud noise.

Hamar froze in the same posture as when he was drinking beer. It was the most unwanted, terribly awful sound in the world.

“Ha, haha. I’m suddenly hearing things.”

Feeling cold sweat running down his back, Hamar turned to Temar with an awkward expression.

“I can hear it too, though.”

“No, you’re mistaken!”

Bang!

Hamar slammed the door of his office shut, denying reality.

But.

[Hamar, if you don’t come out in 5 minutes, you’re dismissed as workshop manager…….]

Hamar opened the door of his office with a miserably crumpled expression at someone’s voice that could be heard clearly even inside the office. And the moment he faced the magical communication device, he smiled brightly as if he had never frowned.

“Wahahaha! I was a little busy. Master, long time no see!”

A slight spasm occurred at the corners of his mouth, which he raised as much as possible, but it wouldn’t be noticeable unless someone was watching from right next to him. Logan in the communication device smiled as he watched Hamar struggling to look bright, and got straight to the point.

[Hamar, let’s do one more dam construction.]

“Ah……hahaha. Dam, dam construction, you say.”

Muttering and naturally turning his head, he cursed so quietly that only Temar next to him could hear.

“But I’m a bit busy these days…….”

[Proceed as soon as possible and finish it within the winter. Pick only experienced people and come to Gran.]

“Well, I have a schedule…….”

[I’ll give you 3 days.]

“No, it takes 3 days just to get there, you human! Have some conscience……!”

[Then 4 days.]

“Woe.”

[I trust you will prepare well on your own. See you then.]

Even after the light of the communication device went out, Hamar stood there blankly.

“Dam construction? Again? Ah, in the Royal Direct Territory……? I see. I understand what His Majesty is thinking.”

Clayton was asked to lead another big building project – a huge new dam. But this time, his mind was on something else. A problem was bothering him, even more than the dam.

“This is bad timing,” Clayton muttered to himself, looking out the window at the city below. “We can’t wait months to deal with this problem…”

Grick, his assistant, stood by the door. “What should I tell them, Master?”

“No, I need to speak to King Logan myself,” Clayton decided. “Ask for an audience. Now.”

“Yes, Master,” Grick said quickly and left the room.

Clayton straightened the papers on his desk, though his thoughts were far away from building plans. This other issue, the one he needed to discuss with the King, felt just as important as stopping a river.

“No matter how I think about it, I believe the best way to perfectly control the magic towers is to unite them into one group. To create a new magic tower representing the kingdom.”

“A new magic tower?” Logan asked, showing curiosity at Clayton’s words.

“Yes. The Royal Magic Tower is only royal in name. It’s really just like any other magic tower, especially the Wizard school’s tower. This is because of the influence of the great sage Drukail from the early days of the kingdom.”

“That’s right.”

“The original idea of welcoming all schools and respecting the different types of magic has been lost. The fighting between magic schools never stopped. In the end, all the schools except the Wizard school left the Royal Magic Tower.”

“So, are you saying that this time we should create a new royal magic tower that doesn’t favor any school and gather the wizards? Is that what you’re saying?”

Clayton nodded at Logan’s summary.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“But I thought wizards from different schools don’t get along?”

“So, I have a plan. Like I did before, I want to first attract talented wizards who feel left out in their own magic towers. Then, we can create the Maclane Magic Tower, based around our Golem Magic Tower.”

“Maclane Magic Tower, eh…” Logan stroked his chin and thought about it.

“It’s a bit bold to say this, but our Golem Magic Tower is doing very well right now. If we bring in talented wizards who feel left out in other towers, and we work together, I think all the magic towers in the kingdom might slowly join the Maclane Magic Tower.”

“…Interesting. But why are you telling me this now?”

“I have been thinking about it since Your Majesty brought the magic towers under control. But I am only telling you now because I have been gathering information on the talented wizards to recruit into the magic tower. Also, I will have to leave my position for a few months once the dam construction begins.”

“You want me to gather these talented wizards in the name of the royal family?”

“Yes. That would help make the picture Your Majesty wants a reality. You wouldn’t be happy with just one magic tower gathering wizards, would you?”

Perhaps it was because they had been together for so long, Logan chuckled and nodded. Clayton’s words seemed to read his innermost thoughts, which he had never told anyone.

“Very well. I will do so. However, I will not set a limit on the number of people.”

“Yes?”

“I mean that if there are more wizards who want to join, even those you haven’t investigated, I will accept them all. That would be closer to the vision I have in mind.”

“Another rejection? Why?!”

“The Tower Lord has been very discouraged by the recent unfortunate events. Until we figure out what to do next for the magic tower, we all have to save money and spend less…”

“Bullshit!!” Max, a 5th circle mage and elder of the Fire Magic Tower, was furious.

The mage who had come to deliver the Tower Lord’s order sat down, trembling at the murderous anger that exploded with the thunderous roar. But he didn’t feel like apologizing or comforting him.

It wasn’t that he was a bad person.

It was just that the budget Max had requested for over a year had been rejected again. And the fact that the person who brought the bad news happened to be the third student of Tower Lord Freymer was the problem.

“Get out of here, Fenon. And tell the Tower Lord that if he doesn’t give me money for my research, I will really leave the magic tower this time!”

“W-well, I can’t do anything about what you tell me…”

“Shut up and deliver the message!”

“Y-yes, yes. O-okay!” Fenon hurried out of the lab. Max plopped down and sighed.

“So, you’re going to keep me under control like this? Tower Lord… is he really losing it?”

People said he had the talent to take over from Tower Lord Freymer, who was almost a hundred years old.

He had heard those words 20 years ago when he reached the 5th circle. Since then, they had become an invisible chain that tormented him.

At first, they just ignored him a little. But after he announced he had made the 5th circle spell ‘Flame Blast’ much faster five years ago, they started to stop him openly.

They stopped giving him money for his research and made sure he got less money for everything. Whenever he tried to do anything, the Tower Lord or the Elder Council would stop him.

As this happened again and again, even he couldn’t help but get tired.

“What a load of rubbish. These high-ranking wizards…” As he was sighing, the door suddenly burst open.

“Master!!” Max’s disciple, Raphael, usually calm, was now very excited. Max asked him why.

“What’s going on?”

“The royal family! An invitation has come to Master from the royal family in the name of His Majesty and the Golem Master!”

“Invitation?”

Raphael took out a document from his chest, his hands trembling. He read it out in a calm voice.

“To create the Maclane Magic Tower, which will be the center of the kingdom’s wizards, we are recruiting talented wizards from all schools.”

Raphael licked his lips, swallowing hard as if he couldn’t believe it.

“By the recommendation of Archmage Clayton, the Fire Magic Tower Elder Max has been chosen as a top priority for recruitment. If you become a member of the Maclane Magic Tower, you will receive full support, and all the wizards who follow you will be accepted as well. If you are willing, respond immediately. We promise that no harm will come to the wizards who leave the magic tower in the name of Maclane.”

Crack!

The wooden cup that Max was holding broke, and a burning smell came from the handle. It was the fire mana reacting on its own.

“Master!” Startled by Raphael’s terrified voice, Max took his hand off the cup and jumped to his feet.

“…I have to go.”

“Master?”

“I’m quitting this damn magic tower right now!!”

Raphael stared at his master, who was running around the lab like crazy, shouting a scream-like cheer.

And that day, Elder Max of the Fire Magic Tower and his 16 disciples left the magic tower.

Six elders of the five major magic towers, who were in a similar situation, also led their disciples to leave their magic towers. They announced that they would join the Maclane Magic Tower.

In total, there were over 150 people, including 22 4th circle mages and 70 3rd circle mages, as well as the 7 5th circle mages who were the main targets of recruitment.

This was like gaining the power of a whole magic tower.

Everyone on the list that Clayton had made, even thinking about who might say no, said yes.

Moreover…

“…Many other wizards are also asking to join.”

“What?”

There were more wizards who were unhappy with the old ways of the magic tower than they thought.