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384 - Mercenaries of the Tower 4

TL/Editor: raei

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The journey back proved far more challenging than clearing out the sudden influx of centaurs. Traversing the plains and entering the 50th floor's mountainous terrain to reach the archipelago was an arduous task. The gate connecting the 50th and 51st floors lay outside the archipelago, forcing hundreds to crowd onto that narrow path to cross over.

Upon reaching the archipelago, we were greeted by harpies soaring through the sky and stone dwarves scurrying about on the ground. The tension was palpable, like cats with their hackles raised.

At the sound of flapping wings, the mercenaries and knights stiffened, instinctively reaching for their weapons. Their faces hardened with tension, exuding a murderous aura. I realized this was how people accustomed to monster waves would react upon seeing a city of different races.

The silver lining was that stone dwarves mingled with human workers, and the flying harpies were red harpies - the imperial nobility. Unlike black harpies with only human heads, red harpies wore clothing and could speak, making them somewhat more acceptable as a different race.

"Huh, so the rumors about a city of different races in the tower were true."

The harpies' striking appearance likely helped ease the wariness. The mercenary group, full of burly men, began openly craning their necks upward as they walked. Even the caravan workers were busy swiveling their heads, following the scantily-clad harpies.

Despite being the harpies' archipelago on the 50th floor, there were so many human caravans passing through that we could sightsee without issue.

"Thanks to you heroes, we made it here without any casualties."

"What a peculiar experience this has been. I wonder when we'll ever return to the Empire..."

"If you ever visit the western Empire, I'll be sure to treat you to a meal!"

And so we faced the gate on the 50th floor. Everyone looked grim at the news that beyond the gate lay a kingdom city, and from there they'd have to head north to cross into the Empire. ...Except for the grinning mage, thrilled at the prospect of monopolizing research opportunities.

The mercenaries faced a near continent-wide trek from the kingdom to the Empire. The caravan couldn't visit contracted cities within the set timeframe. The handful of knights and soldiers caught up in this at the checkpoint needed proof they weren't deserting en masse.

Come to think of it, the knights and soldiers roped in at the checkpoint had it worst. They might get tangled up in accusations of armed mass desertion if they weren't careful.

"So, what do we do now?"

"We should head outside the tower and ask Sebastian for help. We can't just leave the mansion on the 50th floor empty."

"Ah, right. That's true."

As the sacrificial lambs swallowed by the magic tower disappeared through the gate, Han Se-ah stretched contentedly. She must have felt liberated after being hounded by mages throughout the journey.

However, there was something neither she, nor the viewers, nor I had anticipated—

"Hero! The tower, the tower has started swallowing innocent people!"

"We heard people from the Empire were swallowed! Do you know the conditions?"

The tower swallowing people posed a far bigger problem than we'd realized.

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Raei Translations

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The tower's reach extended all the way to the northern Empire, snatching people up.

Han Se-ah, the player, and the viewers watching through her camera didn't think much of it. To them, it was just another gimmick, like how monsters appeared before and now people were being pulled in. They were merely curious about what kind of trick this was.

I too only thought about it from a gamer's perspective, failing to notice the implications. But for the inhabitants of this fantasy world, this was an unstoppable calamity, a terrifying act of God.

"If we don't know the conditions, and people can be dragged in from anywhere, it could cause problems when escorting the princess."

"Ah, um... Oh? You're right?"

-Shiiiiiiit

-Oh crap, even royalty and nobles could get kidnapped lol

-Towerocalypse wtf is this even

-No wonder the knights were freaking out, this explains it

-The temple's fucked too. What if the saint gets sucked in and abandoned in the tower? Game over lol

That's why the fallout from this incident was bigger than expected. The knights and soldiers who suddenly found themselves accused of mass armed desertion went around pleading their case and making inquiries at temples, adventurers' guilds, and magic towers. As a result, rumors spread faster than anticipated.

The silver lining, if you could call it that, was that the rumors spread among the upper echelons interested in the tower rather than among ordinary citizens.

It had been a while since I'd seen the princess's head maid, 5★ 'Poker Face' Paula Klein. Instead of sending someone, she sprinted all the way from the royal palace to the adventurers' city. I didn't expect her to come in person to this extent. If it had been a trivial matter, she would've sent that bumbling spy from before.

"That's why the royal retinue, noble families, and even the temples are in an uproar..."

Brown-haired Paula Klein, with her warm impression and monocle. Befitting her innate 5★ status, she was a gentle and intellectual beauty, but... the dark circles under her eyes betrayed her mental exhaustion.

No wonder. Imagine waking up to find the princess you serve could be abandoned inside the tower. The bloodline chosen by the Goddess, kidnapped into the Demon King's domain that insults the Goddess? It wasn't just a political issue, but a major religious one too.

Moreover, these people fulfilled their loyalty and faith simply by serving a leader chosen by the Goddess. Now, with a danger they couldn't control threatening their lord, each day must have been filled with stress.

"So, hero. I implore you."

"Huh? Yes."

We had briefly stopped by the mansion in the city to discuss the 50th floor estate with Sebastian and Emma. The princess's head maid had doggedly tracked us down even there, now rising abruptly from her seat to bow her head.

Not a maid, but a lady-in-waiting - and the head of the ladies-in-waiting at that. Unlike maids who handle menial tasks, ladies-in-waiting were noblewomen who attended to the princess, like a secretarial staff. So what was happening before our eyes was comparable to the chief of staff of a president bowing their head.

The head lady-in-waiting, who could keep her head high before most nobles, now bent not just her head but her waist, making an almost pleading request to Han Se-ah.

"I know this is burdensome. You may think it's an unreasonable request. I'm also aware that mere concern and urging won't solve the issue."

"Ah, um, that... I understand, so please stand up!"

"But all I can do is ask. Whatever you require, we'll provide unlimited support, so please, please resolve this anomaly in the tower..."

Han Se-ah, not understanding why she was going to such lengths, squirmed uncomfortably under the pressure. But as someone who was half modern human, half kingdom resident, I could somewhat understand.

The problem was, it didn't end with just the princess's head lady-in-waiting.

"Hero...!"

"His Highness the Prince's..."

"From the magic tower—"

"The temple's saint...!"

Was the third princess, the kingdom's precious flower beloved by citizens below and the Goddess above, the only valuable person?

There was also the first prince who'd inherit the throne and the second prince honing his swordsmanship. Katie's father who oversaw the vast north was there, as were the great lords controlling vast territories across the kingdom. The temple feared their saints or holy men might fall victim to the Demon King's malice, and even the merchant guild masters, who wielded financial rather than political power, had started trembling after hearing the news.

Their desperate gazes naturally turned to the hero chosen by the Goddess,

"No, this is such a big deal... I know it is! I get it, okay! But why put so much pressure on a player, it's not a quest!"

-You'd be shitting bricks too if you could wake up abandoned in the tower lol

-Waaaaaah hero-nim, please solve it for uuuus

-Teacher looks worn out too, wanna escape into the tower?

-Just stay holed up in the tower, everyone comes looking when you strut around in the city lol

-Forget quests, isn't this basically telling us to speed run to the 55th floor?

And me, Roland, the wielder of the holy sword.

I never imagined that building connections with nobles to earn gold would backfire like this. Seeing the troubled maid Emma pulling a small cart of what she claimed were letters for me, I felt a headache coming on.

The contents of the letters were quite varied. There were young ladies anxious about the tower's story, people using the tower as an excuse to reminisce about the past or trying to reestablish connections with the hero's party, and plenty of nobles who dismissed the kidnappings as rumors, believing they wouldn't be in danger.

Of course, there were too many letters filling an entire handcart to read them all, so I only picked a few from the top. But the rest probably contained similar content.

"For now, let's head into the tower. From what I heard at the guild, it seems people only appeared around us, so we need to assess the situation accurately."

"Yes, that sounds good. We can't dawdle while people are panicking."

"Right. This time they appeared near us, but... if someone gets dragged to a floor above 52, they'll die for sure."

My companions, who had briefly stayed at the mansion to ask Sebastian and Emma about managing the estate, were equally caught in the storm of worry and rumors.

As the wielder of the holy sword, I received enough letters to fill a handcart, but Irene, the saint candidate, and Katie, the Northern Duke's second daughter, must have been hassled just as much. The only one relatively unscathed was Grace from the rural village, but even she wasn't spared.

Given her less imposing background compared to the other party members, mid-tier nobles had been circling the mansion, clinging to Grace's pants leg, begging for just one meeting.

So, feeling a strange mental fatigue, we headed toward the 50th floor of the tower, almost as if fleeing.

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