Chapter 54

After that, I, Peter, Münch, who is his attendant, and Altamia, who had followed us, moved to the guest room under Eulys' guidance. Peter urged Eulys to leave quickly, then turned his gaze to Münch.

Münch nodded slightly and placed the tip of his staff on the door.

"Key"

A magic circle appeared on the door.

It had been locked with magic.

"Soundproofing"

He waved his staff and cast a simple soundproofing barrier inside the room before bowing to Peter.

"Thank you, Münch."

"It's just a simple spell, better than nothing."

It was probably a measure to prevent their conversation from leaking, but if a magician really wanted to, they could easily break it from the outside.

Münch had a strained smile on his face.

His hands were trembling.

I gently placed my hand over my mouth.

I had spoken without thinking.

I should avoid saying anything unnecessary.

"Um... Does that mean you really let me through, Sir Pelter?"

Altamia approached Peter.

"…Altamia, it's been a considerable amount of time since then, so I can't tell you not to go out into the human world. In any case, if you had insisted, I couldn't have stopped you. But I never thought you would be here. The High Elf taking you away... it was a big lie, wasn't it? Looking back, I should have realized this possibility earlier."

The conversation was exchanged in a heavy atmosphere.

Upon hearing "Altamia," Münch's mouth tightened, and his shoulder stopped trembling. Then he turned his gaze to Altamia and looked at Peter.

"Sir Peter... Could it be that this person is the legendary alchemist, Altamia!?"

"Yes, that's right. The worst witch, Altamia."

Peter said with a bitter tone.

I had vaguely known that the two were acquainted. I had heard from Altamia that Sir Pelter had been involved in the reason why she had secluded herself in the tower.

There was a moment of silence, and then Altamia's rigid expression suddenly crumbled.

"What, no way, no way! I don't get it at all! Really, I don't get it at all!? What, is this Sir Pelter? Why!?"

Altamia stood next to Peter with a characteristic spirit leap and began touching his body rudely.

"It's fine, you're cute. But, no way! The Sir Pelter who was the epitome of seriousness, to dye his hands in taboo just to dress as a woman! Hey, can I take off the mask? Hey, hey, what do your eyes look like? I had a vague suspicion, but when did you start being interested in cross-dressing?"

"…Sir Peter, please order the punishment of this creature."

The tension in Münch's demeanor disappeared. He spoke calmly and pointed his staff at Altamia.

"…I had some preparation when I brought her here. It's worse than I expected. But Münch, hold back. The one in front of you is the pinnacle of alchemists, the witch Altamia. She is stronger than even I am."

"……"

Münch looked at Altamia with suspicion.

Given her current behavior, it was understandable to be suspicious. I was also taken aback by Altamia's unusually high energy. I had never seen her so agitated before. I was a bit taken aback myself.

"Hey, hey, why? Why? After telling me so many times about the consequences of breaking the laws, that unnatural life won't be guided to the cycle of rebirth, that it's a rebellion against the Law God, and that you're a bad example for all magicians, why did you extend your life and become a woman?"

Altamia slapped Peter's shoulder repeatedly.

What should I do, I want to quietly leave the room.

"Sir Peter! Why are you just letting this happen! Even if she's a witch, I will not forgive any further rudeness to Sir Peter, even if it costs me my life…!"

"…I can't raise my head because she helped me with troublesome matters nearly ten times in the past. It's fine now. Just consider Altamia as if she doesn't exist. I have something to discuss with Abel."

Peter said, sounding exhausted.

"Sir Peter, you must have had a tough time…"

I showed a lot of sympathy.

I remember that it was Peter who had commissioned Altamia to build the tower to seal the Apocalypse. From the looks of it, he owed her a lot more.

"…In any case, this is the permit for the construction of the magic wave tower, as requested by Abel. I can also arrange for funding through other nobles. The royal seal is clearly there, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"Great, Sir Peter! It was worth entrusting those two rings of authority to you!"

I stood up, rejoiced, and reached out to shake Peter's hand.

"Not 'entrusted'! The proof of the former Pope and the proof of the Grand Master of Amor both belong to Sir Peter!"

Münch shouted, her cheeks flushed red. Peter shook his head slightly while looking at my smiling face.

"…It's quite a feat for Sir Pelter to catch Abel's eye."

Altamia looked at me and Peter with a detached gaze.

"You two… don't seem to realize it, but you're not that different, are you?"

I took the permit and hummed a tune while checking its contents.

But I started to feel uneasy.

No matter how many pages I flipped through, it seemed like everything I had requested was approved without any changes.

I had a habit of including everything I could think of, even if it was a bit ridiculous, to increase the chances of getting the permit approved.

But now, every single item was marked with a check.

It was almost too good to be true.

Did he really read this?

In the end, even the permission to collect excess magic power from the magic wave tower and fire a powerful directed gravity wave to warp and crush a straight line of space, effectively creating a magic cannon that could exceed the speed of light, was approved.

If this thing were completed, it could potentially destroy the royal castle from the Farge territory.

"Um, Sir Peter, did you really read this? If you just hand this over and say it's fine, I can't really trust it. Even I wouldn't build something like this."

I opened the page of the permit with the gravity cannon, held it down with my left hand, and tapped it with my right.

"Then, don't give such things to Sir Peter…"

A weak voice of criticism escaped from Münch.

Peter cleared his throat, placed both elbows on the table, and clasped his hands.

"…Actually, I have a favor to ask of Abel. One is to somehow mediate between me and the God Kudur. The other is to eliminate one of the Four Great Creators, the Water God Levi, and to capture the Pope Sateria. The Kingdom of Leviathas will definitely move soon."