“Surrender, surrender! Please surrender!”

Morifis easily succumbed to the physical pain. Odelit declared, not hiding her contemptuous gaze towards her ancestor.

“Winner, lead.”

Morifis sank to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut off. As he clutched his hips and sobbed, the barrier that had surrounded the two of them was removed.

“So, when is my inauguration as the Lord of the Towers?”

When Reed asked the Magic Council, the most experienced looking wizard among them stepped forward.

“Three days later. I was originally preparing with Morifis in mind, but since we only need to change people, if we proceed as is.......”

"okay."

“Oh, wait! There’s still a voting procedure left! Only when a majority of the votes are in favor can you be recognized as the Magic Tower Lord......”

Reed pretended not to hear and crossed the room to sit down on the chair in the top podium. He crossed his legs as if he was proud, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was the most arrogant person in the world.

Now that I've become the leader of the tower, it's time to start my tyranny. If I'm the leader, I'll do well. I just have to watch.

“Let me share in advance two facts that will be announced at the inauguration ceremony.”

Reed declared to the magicians who were holding their breath with faces like, 'What is it?'

“From now on, the Magic Council will cease its functions until the Magic Tower Lord convenes.”

“What, what? You mean you want to rule Ragnef all by yourself? Or become an absolute monarch?!”

“It’s good that you understand quickly. Since it’s come to this, I should also come up with a family name in case it can be passed down later. ......It’s a bit much to just make it roughly, but I think I’ll make it take the surname of the person who will become my future companion.”

“Ah, no, what now.......”

Except for the part about companionship, this is something we agreed on in advance.

“And secondly, I will designate Ragnape as the state religion.”

“What? Are you trying to involve the Elfenheim Church......!”

“No way. Our national religion is Unryonggyo.”

“Uh, Unryeonggyo...?”

“Is this your first time hearing this?”

“Isn’t this a heresy?”

“It’s like a mixed religion that doesn’t even reach the level of heresy.”

[The 'World-Building Word' is deeply hurt and breaks the desk.]

“Would you please be quiet?”

While I was trying to silence my irreverent ramblings, Reed continued to speak.

“The leader who will lead the national diplomacy will be introduced at the inauguration ceremony in three days, so please treat him with the utmost respect.”

Anyway, this is also something that was agreed upon.

"more."

As the end was declared refreshingly, the magicians of the Magic Council seemed to have come to their senses belatedly. They rushed to denounce it, their blood vessels rising to their throats.

“I can’t admit it!”

“This is absurd tyranny!”

“Hereditary! State religion! Where can you find such dogmatism?”

“You suddenly appeared and are trying to shake the foundation of our Republic of Magic!”

Reed rested his chin on his hand, as if the fierce «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» opposition were nothing more than a tiring nagging. Then he reacted to just one word.

“Do you think I would acknowledge someone like you as the Lord of the Tower?”

"admit?"

Reed flicked the hand that wasn't resting his chin on. Darkness responded from behind the chair he was sitting in.

[<System> Warning. The Transcendence Skill 'Gate of the Manmajeon' is summoned!]

A huge door was quickly built using darkness as its material.

It was a gate with pillars burning with black flames on both sides, an arch decorated with the heads of demons with their mouths wide open, and reliefs depicting the slaughter of undead who were jealous of human life.

The chains wrapped around the door trembled. Every time, a strange magic energy leaked out from the crack in the door.

Someone said the name of the inquiry.

“Ma, Manmajeon.......”

The ultimate erebomancy skill that almost no one can use now. If the seal on the door is released, ten thousand demons will burst out and be able to destroy a city.

It's like being on the verge of hell.

“What should I do? I don’t mind leaving it open.”

By the way, this is something I don't agree with.

“Come to think of it, should I have voted?”

“.......”

“Procedure is important. Let’s do it quickly.”

“.......”

The smiling face of Reed was devilishly beautiful, as if he could charm someone even in this situation. I was an accomplice of this villain.

✠

It was a time when I realized once again that unanimity is not an ideal harmony, but evidence of corruption.

Reed, who had easily received the 'recognition' of the Magic Council, became the true Lord of the Magic Tower. He had succeeded in taking control of the central part of Ragnape, but the quest was not completed.

It seems that he will probably have to wait until the inauguration ceremony. I thought so, since it was an expected condition.

Currently, Reed and I are taking a break in the room of the Matapju. We are sitting across from each other at the table and having refreshments.

“It sounds pretty fun.”

Reed seemed pleased after receiving a unanimous decision by using overwhelming force. After all, he had always been hated by humans and the world.

Even if it is a lie, it is a unique experience to receive full support.

Yeah, I guess we can just enjoy it to this extent, our lead... ... . It’s not like we killed anyone or anything... ... .

[The 'eye that watches over the chaos of all creation' is amazed to see a pitiful pity in your eyes as you look at such a reckless blackmailer.]

[The 'balance-tuning cynic' tells us that rationalization is the norm for original villains.]

'If you let me loose moderately, I won't be satisfied with conquering the world and destroying it. Please let me have a look.'

It's not rationalization. It's reasonable.

Of course, this kind of coaxing and appeasing is secondary, and the most important issue is to stop the regress of the lead.

“Ailet Rodelin, are you satisfied with the declaration of national religion?”

"huh."

“That’s right. After declaring the Unryongyo, you save the world and stop the regression. That’s the method you used for the 117th time.”

Reed, a deep-seated non-believer, has now given up on his dreams of world destruction and is more in line with my methods.

I guess I should listen to some complaints.

“Only for the 117th time.”

“That’s too much.”

“I'm going to make it go back.”

“It was absolutely bad.”

“It’s unreasonable to throw it away and tell me to live properly.”

“That’s right. You can take her and live with her.”

“Your story, Ailet Rodelin.”

“That’s true.”

A faint smile escaped his lips. The resentment that had been there from the beginning quickly blew away as if it had been nothing more than a handful.

I tried to bring up the subject carefully.

“Reed, you only figured it out at the end, didn’t you?”

"okay."

The thought that crossed my mind for a moment was that if I had declared the Unryongyo sooner, Reed could have been saved. However, after thinking about it a little more, I realized that I had no choice but to immediately withdraw.

[The 'eye that watches over the chaos of all creation' explains that revealing your faith from the beginning in a place where the Church of Order is the only faith was a risky choice.]

[I guess the 'balance-tuning cynic' would always be on the run from the Order's heresy judge.]

[The 'Architect of the Skyscraper of Trials' nods his head, saying that even you would find it difficult to save the world with such a penalty.]

[If 'The Scales That Judge the Soul' were like that, you would have turned black, and the 117th episode would have turned black, and I guarantee that the 100th episode, which has already turned black, would have been a very exciting world-ending reverse harem story.]

[I am extremely angry, thinking that the 'World-Building Spirit' would allow something like that to happen!]

It would be best to ask yourself rather than guessing and imagining on your own.

"lead."

“Yeah, Eyelet.”

“If I had told you about the Unryong Church earlier in the 100th episode, would things have been different?”

"of course."

“.......”

“But it wasn’t the way you wanted.”

Reed lowered his gaze to his teacup. In the translucent maple water, he peered into dark possibilities.

“You have only confessed to me your weakness as a heretic. A fatal weakness that will lead to your rejection by the entire world.”

“.......”

“I know as many ways to make a good man turn his back on the world as there are regressions. First, let’s start by using Pope Senedict to move all the heretic judges of the Order.”

“......Yeah, thank you. I think that’s all you need to say.”

“Really? It’s a shame, but it’s a little fun to imagine.”

[The 'World-Building Words' abhors dark schemes!]

[I am disappointed that the genre of 'The Scales of Justice' almost became a 19+ trash.]

I think I was wise enough for the 100th time.

Reed took a sip of tea. The atmosphere had become calm again.

“Anyway, back then, I couldn’t even imagine a god other than ‘strict order and goodness.’ I couldn’t have taken the existence of another god seriously.”

“It’s different now.”

“It’s my chronic weakness that I only realize after experiencing it.”

I made the best choice on the 100th time. So, was it also the best to send the lead to me?

“Now that I think about it, it’s a ring I’ve never seen before.” 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The gaze thrown over the teacup was directed at my left index finger. I proudly held out my ‘+5-strong Holy Spirit’s Rosary Ring.’

“The spirit gave it to me.”

“God? The divine power amplification effect seems minimal.”

[He says that the 'Spirit of Building the World' will show its true value as its influence grows.]

[It is important to shout out that it is a 'world-building word' and, above all, that it has rare options.]