Chapter 150
Affiliation?
It meant belonging to something.
It meant the tower was being assigned under Berze’s tower.
Why?
Because the tower’s master, Vivian Blunt, had become Berze Deias’s retainer?
Absorption?
A tower absorbing another tower?
Was that even possible?
Berze unconsciously nodded as though bewitched. The tower’s system recognized that as a yes.
And then—
[By the will of the superior entity – Berze Deias – the tower of – Vivian Blunt – will be absorbed into the affiliated tower of – Berze Deias.]
An anomaly began.
─────!
The tower started shaking.
“W–What is this?! Berze, what did you do?!”
The intensity was unlike before—powerful enough that Vivian wondered whether the tower might collapse. She struggled to steady herself.
All throughout the tower, demons were falling over and crashing into walls.
“…Good question. What did I do?”
Berze murmured blankly. Amid the chaos, Berze and the throne he sat on were utterly still—like the eye of a storm, unaffected by any vibration or shock, with the tower’s status continually displayed.
[2%]
[33%]
[57%]
The faster the number climbed, the stronger the tremors grew.
“What is this?! What did you do?!”
“I don’t know either.”
“The system says my authority over the tower is disappearing!”
“Ah, so that’s how the message appears to you.”
But if a tower is absorbed… what happens to the original one?
His thoughts lasted only a moment.
[100%]
[Absorption complete.]
[The tower of – Vivian Blunt – has been absorbed into the tower of – Berze Deias –.]
[Master qualifications for – Vivian Blunt – have been revoked.]
“Demon King! What on earth has happened?!”
“Gordon?”
Because the place they now stood—
was no longer the Tower of Lust.
***
“To think you would make the Demon King of Lust into a retainer…”
Berze had shared everything with his vice-captain.
At first, he couldn’t believe it. But Berze never lied without reason.
The Demon King of Lust was cornered, he had said.
Blamed for the crimes involving the dwarves Berze kidnapped, her situation had spiraled out of control.
Still, even so…
For her to throw away all her Demon King pride and offer herself as another Demon King’s retainer…
He understood it, of course. Life was precious. But if one was a Demon King, shouldn’t they meet death with composure? Gordon thought so.
That was his ideal image of a Demon King.
A Demon King mighty enough to face countless human invaders head-on and slaughter them to the last.
Though our Demon King is very far removed from that.
Instead of fighting, Berze would let the Four Heavenly Kings and hundreds of magic cannons handle the intruders.
And now he was trying to build an actual bridge just to avoid meeting them altogether.
I’ve changed a lot too.
If it were when Berze first descended, Gordon would’ve grabbed him by the collar and demanded what nonsense he was spouting. Yet in a bit over a year, he had grown used to everything.
To the cursed dimension called Arein, and to the Demon King Berze who threw away the sacred code.
Gordon inspected the tower in Berze’s absence. The first floor required the most attention.
Materials for constructing the tower’s legs were piling up, and dwarves were everywhere.
“Now, think carefully, everyone!”
There stood Logar, the so-called hero, passionately persuading his fellow dwarves.
He had attached an enormous blueprint he personally drew to one wall. And before it hovered a crystal projecting a hologram of the blueprint.
The dwarves, freed from their frozen states, gathered around it closely.
“How big were the golems you used to make in the Verft Kingdom? Fifteen meters? Thirteen? No. At best, ten!”
“Now look at this blueprint!”
“The Flame Demon King does not make petty things. Twenty-two meters! One leg is twenty-two meters. And there are eight legs!”
“The core will be replaced by the tower’s core. If connected properly, the tower’s authority will flow naturally through it.”
“If that’s all we need, then we can build it! A colossal golem no one has ever imagined or created! We can witness it! A golem striding across the snow-capped mountains!”
“If this doesn’t make your heart race, you are not worthy of being dwarven craftsmen!”
Logar let out a rough snort. Most of the craftsmen nodded in agreement.
They had been kidnapped, yes. It was the Demon King’s tower, yes. They were suddenly asked to build a golem, yes. It was confusing.
But fundamentally, they were creators—craftsmen obsessed with making things.
And the newer, the bolder, the more astonishing the creation, the better.
“Indeed, it is impressive.”
“A golem with eight 22-meter legs, the entire tower itself becoming the body… My hands are itching already.”
“But is it actually possible?”
“If the tower truly serves as the core, what’s impossible? With current techniques, we could reach fifty meters easily. It’s only the lack of a proper core keeping us stuck at ten.”
“That’s true. If the core problem is solved…”
“Honestly, I want to dismantle the tower just to inspect the core.”
“I agree with that.”
The craftsmen began excited discussions. None could hide their excitement at the blueprint or Logar’s ambitions.
But there remained one major obstacle.
“Even so… working for a Demon King…”
“We are proud dwarves. How can we build a golem for a Demon King?”
“I do want to build it, but I don’t want to be branded a traitor who betrayed our race.”
“And imagining this golem attacking our homeland… It’s a little…”
Their aversion to aiding a Demon King.
And fear that the golem they built might crush their own country and kin.
“You need not worry about that.”
“What do you mean?”
“First—His Majesty the Demon King stated he has no intention of attacking the Verft Kingdom first.”
This had been pre-arranged purely to help persuade the craftsmen.
“Wait, ‘first’ implies that if something happens, he would attack, doesn’t it?”
One dwarf raised a valid objection. The word first carried a lot of implications.
“If you get hit first and do nothing, that’s not a king—that’s a pushover.”
“…That is true.”
“How is that acceptable?! You can’t gloss over it like that!”
“The Demon King gave another guarantee. He swore—on the First Demon Emperor and the sacred code—that he will not invade the Verft Kingdom until humans are completely subdued. If you wish, I can add my own interference-force oath as a hero.”
“Hm… if it’s to that extent…”
The dwarves, who well understood what the First Demon Emperor and the sacred code meant to demons— and what interference-force vows meant to heroes—began nodding one by one.
“And secondly: you were all ‘kidnapped’ and are ‘cooperating against your will.’ Who can fault someone for struggling to survive?”
“That won’t work. In the end, the victims will blame us and try to kill us for the golem we created.”
“What if someone trustworthy—someone with undeniable authority—testifies that it was truly unavoidable?”
“Someone like that exists?”
“They’re standing right before your eyes.”
“The princess…?”
The craftsmen nodded again.
Louise Verft’s words carried weight—born of the love and family loyalty shared with the king and crown prince.
“And there is one more thing.”
“One more?”
“This one is closer to a threat… but His Majesty said that anyone who refuses to cooperate will be thrown into the underground prison. Forever.”
If—
Logar lowered his voice, creating tension.
“If you refuse and end up locked away… and then the legs are completed… what do you think will happen? What if the Demon King runs away from the Empire and Hilderan?”
“…That would be horrifying.”
“If the premise that the tower can serve as the core is correct, movement is fully possible. Not an unreasonable scenario.”
“Rotting in prison for life…?”
“Exactly! You’ll sit still forever, unable to craft anything!”
“…Good heavens!”
Watching a scene that looked like a well-rehearsed performance, Gordon became certain—
The Demon King’s plan was working perfectly.
Then it happened.
[The tower of subordinate entity – Vivian Blunt – has been affiliated with the tower of superior entity – Berze Deias.]
Gordon, as vice-captain and temporary master of the tower in Berze’s absence, could access the tower’s system.
The tower… was affiliated?
But the announcement was unbelievable.
A tower affiliating with another tower? He had never heard of such a thing.
But the anomaly didn’t stop there.
[Absorption.]
[Superior entity – Berze Deias – is absorbing the affiliated tower of subordinate entity – Vivian Blunt.]
A tower gets absorbed?
[7%]
[25%]
[33%]
The tower began to shake.
Strange numbers filled his vision.
Uaaaargh!
“What is happening?!”
“The tower is shaking!”
Screams echoed across every floor. Gordon steadied his wavering body and rushed to the 5th floor.
The moment he threw himself toward the throne—he was repelled.
[The towers are merging.]
[Until the process is complete, only the rightful master may sit.]
“What…?”
At that moment—
“……!”
A bizarre floating sensation washed over him, like his very body was being compressed.
[100%]
[Absorption complete.]
[The tower of – Vivian Blunt – has become part of the tower of – Berze Deias.]
[Tower authority has been strengthened.]
“…Huh?”
Gordon gasped for breath and clenched his fists.
His strength had returned. More precisely, the oppressive interference restraining him had lessened.
Considerably.
It felt similar to when Berze once spent millions of magic points to reduce Gordon’s interference force.
What is this…?
Then—someone appeared on the once-empty throne.
The culprit behind all of this: Berze Deias.
“Demon King! What on earth happened?!”
“Gordon?”
“What the—what is this place?”
“…Demon King Vivian?”
But Berze wasn’t the only one who appeared on the fifth floor. Actually—it wasn’t even the fifth floor anymore.
***
Berze first assessed the situation.
The tower, which had been only five floors tall, now had ten floors. And Vivian, along with her retainers, had been transferred into Berze’s tower.
The towers merged. Everyone in Vivian’s tower was moved here.
Meaning Vivian’s tower had been completely absorbed and no longer existed.
And that’s not all.
The biggest change was the interference force. The oppressive force that strangled them was significantly weaker.
He hadn’t spent any additional magic points.
The efficiency had simply increased. Nearly doubled.
Insane.
The line about the tower’s authority being strengthened echoed in his mind. Two towers’ systems had merged and produced greater power.
“…I understand now. So Demon King Vivian became your retainer, and her tower merged with yours.”
“Exactly.”
“To think the tower had such a function…”
“I didn’t know either.”
“Well, this is nothing but beneficial for us.”
The merging made the tower itself stronger and more efficient.
Considering their plan to turn the tower into a golem and move it using magic points, this was extremely favorable.
“Then… what happened to Demon King Vivian’s tower?”
“It’s gone.”
“…Won’t humans find that strange?”
A tower that existed one day suddenly vanished the next.
“…I have an idea.”
“An idea?”
“We’ll spread a rumor—that some hero secretly defeated the Demon King of Lust.”
“Will they believe that? There were no recorded hero activities or raid expeditions… that would be impossible to justify.”
“They may not fully believe it, but they will have no choice but to consider it plausible.”
“What do you mean?”
“I threw Vivian’s horn into the magic tower.”
He hadn’t expected today’s events when he did it.
“If a tower disappears, and the Demon King’s remains are found lying around… wouldn’t it be harder to believe she’s alive?”
“…Excuse me?”
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