I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 110

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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‘I already know one of them, though…’

I had already figured out the true nature of the magic cast on the castle.

I had heard it directly from the NPC who was Minerva’s original counterpart.

It was a magic that posed no harm to humans and was even beneficial.

The former lord, mistaking it for a curse, had been patting himself on the back, but the reality was completely different.

However, it was worth hearing why the Empress had allowed that bastard to run rampant.

Even in the game, it was only described that the Empress had allowed the former lord to disband the Silver Dawn Knights as he pleased.

There was no explanation for his inaction.

Players had to rack their brains, gather information, and use all their BD knowledge to speculate, and even then, they couldn’t be 100% certain.

So, the opportunity to hear the truth from Minerva was a welcome one.

“Alright, Lady Minerva. What do I need to do?”

“Just listen to me for now. I’ll tell you what you need to do after that.”

Minerva picked up a cookie from the table, took a bite, and spoke.

“How much do you know about the magic cast on the castle?”

I swallowed the words “I know everything” that were about to come out of my mouth.

I wondered if anything might have changed compared to the game.

The Knight Commanders’ lodgings, which were just an ordinary building with a training ground in the game, had been changed into a large castle.

There could be other changes as well.

“I only know that he found an ancient curse somewhere and paid a huge sum of money to have it cast on the castle to torment or kill the Silver Dawn Knights.”

“That’s what’s commonly known.”

“…Commonly known, you say?”

“I’m the one who cast that magic. I’m the only one who knows the truth, and I’ve kept my mouth shut, so it’s only natural, wouldn’t you say?”

So far, everything was the same.

Minerva’s bright red tongue darted out from between her lips, seductively licking up the cookie crumbs from her fingers before retreating back into her mouth.

Her slightly glistening index and middle fingers picked up another cookie.

“Aurora’s father… well, should I stop using that title now? The curse he brought me wasn’t actually a curse, but a magic spell. A very advanced magic that only a few powerful individuals can use.”

Crunch.

The cookie crumbled between her front teeth.

“You’ve experienced it firsthand living in that castle, child, so you must have realized how convenient it is, right? As long as you’re careful not to lose things, you can defy the laws of the world and multiply anything infinitely.”

It would be incredibly convenient, indeed.

If the magic had been cast on a specific location instead of the entire castle, it would be a tremendously powerful magic that could provide an infinite supply of food or weapons.

To put it simply, you could put gold in a chest and use the magic to create an endless amount of gold.

If a magic spell could restore bread and even soup, why not gold?

The fact that Minerva hadn’t used the magic for such purposes suggested that it wasn’t all-powerful and had limitations, but the details were unknown.

“That’s why I didn’t bother correcting his misunderstanding. If it was revealed that the magic wasn’t a curse, the world would surely fall into chaos. I don’t want that. Don’t you agree, child?”

I nodded.

It was something I could easily deduce with a little thought.

“Another thing. If his request for a curse had been rejected, he would undoubtedly have come up with another sinister scheme. So, I thought it would be better to let him believe that his plan had succeeded.”

Minerva picked up a few more cookies, nibbled on them, and licked her fingers clean before continuing.

“And one more thing. It’s a very personal reason, but… I didn’t like him.”

‘So there were some differences after all.’

The reason Arcana, Minerva’s original NPC counterpart, hadn’t bothered correcting the former lord’s misunderstanding was that she was completely indifferent to anything that wasn’t related to her magical research.

Whether the former lord mistook the magic for a curse, or what kind of consequences her magic might have, it was none of Arcana’s concern as long as it didn’t interfere with her research.

But in this case, she hadn’t corrected his misunderstanding because she disliked him, and she seemed to be more considerate of the Silver Dawn Knights.

‘She’s more human than she was in the game.’

Arcana had a knack for getting under people’s skin.

“I understand completely. Then, the next thing you said you would tell me is…”

“About why Cecilia spared that man, right? Of course, I’ll tell you.”

Since the magic cast on the castle was largely the same as what I knew, there was no need to hear more about it.

I carefully changed the subject.

It was time to ask about the things I was really curious about.

“Publicly, it’s known that Cecilia is obsessed with power and kills anyone who poses even the slightest threat to her position. People believe she spared him because he was such a hopeless man, unfit for the Empire’s throne, that he posed no threat.”

“That’s right.”

“As you can guess from the fact that I’m calling this the truth, the reality is a bit different. But you must keep this a secret.”

“What happens if I can’t?”

“I just won’t tell you. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. What will you do?”

Minerva stared at me intently.

Of course, the answer was obvious.

“Of course. I’ll make sure I’m the only one who knows.”

There was no way I would back down after coming this far.

It’s not like it’s difficult to keep a promise not to tell anyone.

After hearing my answer, Minerva opened her mouth slowly, her expression serious.

“The real reason is… demons.”

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“Did you wait long?”

After a sufficiently long ‘conversation’, Minerva sent Delta back to Aurora’s mansion and teleported to another location with a heart full of excitement.

She appeared at the foot of the stairs leading to Cecilia’s throne.

Cecilia was still sitting on the throne with her right arm supporting her chin, her left arm resting on the armrest, and her legs crossed, looking down at the space below.

Naturally, it appeared as if Cecilia was looking down at Minerva, but Minerva didn’t mind at all.

She had been watching over Cecilia since she was a baby.

She could easily brush off such a cute act.

“That’s a short time for you. Tell me what happened.”

What Delta hadn’t realized until the very end was that this meeting wasn’t Minerva’s doing alone, but orchestrated by Cecilia.

Of course, under normal circumstances, Minerva wouldn’t accept such an order, and Cecilia wouldn’t give such an order, but this time was different.

Minerva was already quite intrigued by Delta because of the previous incident, and now an Inquisitor of the Holy Kingdom had personally appeared because of a single knight.

There was no way Minerva would miss out on such an interesting situation.

That was why she had accepted the order disguised as a request from Cecilia.

This was something Delta could have learned if he had chosen the option to hear every single reason, but unfortunately, he hadn’t.

Minerva smiled faintly.

“That child proposed a deal with me.”

“A deal?”

Cecilia’s eyebrows rose slightly.

“He asked all sorts of questions about teleportation magic and then asked me to help him a few times in the future. He said I wouldn’t regret it.”

“Did you accept?”

“Of course.”

“Since it was a deal, he must have offered something in return. Knowing you, Minerva, you wouldn’t do anything that puts you at a disadvantage… What did he offer to make you accept so easily?”

“The Crystal Scroll, said to have been lost long ago. He promised to tell me its location.”

“…”

This time, even Cecilia’s usually emotionless face couldn’t help but express surprise.

The Crystal Scroll was one of the ancient scrolls said to have been lost in the distant past.

It was something so ancient that even Minerva considered it to be from a bygone era.

Cecilia had also heard of the scroll.

Minerva had been her tutor in her childhood, before she became Empress.

The problem was, while records confirmed its existence, no one knew the contents of the magic contained within it.

Countless mages had spent their lives searching for the ancient scrolls, but not a single one had ever been found, as if to mock their efforts.

And Delta had offered it as a bargaining chip.

“What kind of help did he ask for?”

Minerva was a woman who would readily agree to wage war against the Holy Kingdom if it meant obtaining the Crystal Scroll.

So, she must have been offered an unbelievable condition—

“He asked me to help him find a weapon.”

“…Did you say, a weapon?”

“You heard right. He said he needs to find a weapon in the future and asked for my help.”

Cecilia felt deflated.

It was that absurd.

Help finding a weapon in exchange for the location of the Crystal Scroll? Was this weapon hidden in the heart of a volcano or at the bottom of the deepest ocean?

“…Very well. Continue.”

Cecilia let out a faint sigh and waved her hand dismissively.

It had been a long time since she had felt so bewildered.

“Where would you like me to start? From the beginning? Or just the conclusion?”

“From the beginning, of course.”

“Then, I should start by mentioning that the Popes personally brought him to the Empire. It was probably the Pope of the Moon.”

Cecilia’s eyes widened at the mention of the Pope’s involvement.

“You’re saying that those who haven’t shown their faces for years did that?”

—I explicitly warned them not to take any interest in him.

Cecilia reflexively tightened her grip on the throne’s armrest.

She only loosened her grip when she heard a cracking sound as the armrest broke and cracked.

However, the armrest was already dented from her grip.

Minerva flicked her finger, and the crack disappeared, returning it to its original state.

“They reassured me that they would never covet what’s mine, and yet they dared to do this. Those bitches are truly untrustworthy.”

Remembering the Inquisitor’s visit, Cecilia’s grip tightened again.

Snap.

The armrest, unable to withstand the pressure, shattered into pieces.

Each fragment was as sharp as a needle, but Cecilia’s palm, which had crushed them, was completely unharmed.

Staring at her spotless palm, Cecilia muttered to herself.

“Minerva. What are the chances that those who haven’t shown themselves to the outside world for years would personally bring a man they have no interest in to the Empire using divine magic?”

“I don’t think I need to answer that. You already know the answer, don’t you, child?”

Minerva’s hand glowed blue.

A new armrest sprouted from the shattered throne, and the broken fragments gathered together and disappeared.

Then, Minerva vanished as well.

She would probably lock herself in her workshop at the Mage Tower and conduct all sorts of experiments for a while.

Cecilia lost interest.

She had other things to think about.

“Summon Aurora and the Silver Dawn Knights to the Imperial Palace.”

Cecilia gave the order to the empty air and stood up.

The faint presence she had felt in the direction of her gaze dissipated like mist.

A chilling glint appeared in her golden eyes.

“I shall welcome them myself.”

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