Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196: A Towering Wall, Seemingly Over 30m High, Impossibly Tall.

A massive wall towering unbelievably high, seemingly well over 30 meters. The seven distinct colors of energy flowing on the surface of the wall would appear only beautiful to those unaware of its danger.

“Wow…!”

Even someone from the party watching from afar couldn’t help but exclaim at the sight.

However, unlike the rest of the group, who could hardly contain their admiration, Logan’s complexion was as hard as stone.

‘Aserian….’

The heart of the hated enemies that filled him with endless loathing.

A fortress of iron walls that, since being established three centuries ago, has never once fallen.

The continent’s largest city, Aserian.

Even the crowd entering and exiting through the city gates to the north, south, east, and west made the city feel more imposing than Grand, the largest city in the eastern part of the continent.

Oblivious to Logan’s complicated feelings, Blake spoke up with a smile.

“It’s a problem if you’re this impressed here, Lord Logan. Aserian has much more to offer within.”

“I am aware…”

“Yes?”

“Ah…haha. I’ve heard a lot, but seeing it in person is certainly different.”

Logan awkwardly laughed, changing the subject.

After a long journey where they grew slightly closer, instead of requesting duels, Blake would often make conversation.

Under the guise of teaching Logan about the empire’s culture and artifacts.

However, the problem was…

“Of course. As you’ll see, Aserian is truly like a different world. All thanks to the grace of our illustrious emperor.”

Almost every conversation ended with praise for the emperor.

‘Could the emperor have a means of brainwashing superhumans?’

The thought was ridiculous enough to consider.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“I shall accompany you to the end. Shall we move on?”

“You really plan to escort me to the imperial capital?”

“I have some greetings to make myself since I’m here. Haha.”

“Then I’ll gratefully accept your kindness.”

“Don’t mention it.”

How should this relationship that developed over a month-long journey be defined?

Or rather, how should he interpret the actions of the imperial legion commander treating him with extreme courtesy simply because he was a guest of the emperor?

It may be too early to define it, but at least thus far, he had been exceedingly helpful.

Except for the immense discomfort Luther Kyle felt in the rear.

“Do you still not know why His Majesty has summoned you?”

And he was subtly persistent.

“Yes. As I have said many times, I have only been diligently working to overcome the kingdom’s crisis. Maybe my efforts were impressive?”

The question had been repeated countless times, as was the answer.

But what followed from Blake this time was a little different.

“Strange. No matter how much I consider it, you don’t seem like the person. Hmm… Do you have any other guess?”

“That I don’t seem like the person?”

“His Majesty is not greatly concerned with the affairs of minor states… Ah, my intention was not to belittle Grandia. Just…”

Logan’s lips curled into a bitter smile at Blake’s underlying imperial superiority.

“Ah, haha. It’s fine. If it is the emperor of the empire who thinks so.”

“Thank you for understanding. Anyway, he’s only interested in superhumans, which is odd to me.”

“Superhumans?”

“Ah, you’ll find out when you meet him. It’s not something I can easily tell you…”

Observing Blake taper off, Logan began to ponder internally.

Wasn’t the emperor interested in his achievements during the civil war?

Interested only in superhumans?

‘Hmm. Could it be because of my weapon?’

Currently, in the Third Legion, there was no sign of the rapid-fire crossbow, and if the imperial war broke out in five years, he figured the crossbow would be developed further into the future than this moment from his past life.

‘No. I can’t be sure. The claim that he’s uninterested in the affairs of the kingdom is likely an exaggeration. If he truly had no interest, then it’s even stranger that he’d invite me alone…’

As his thoughts became more tangled, Blake shifted the topic with an apologetic expression.

“Do you know what the seven colors you see on the wall signify?”

“I seem to have heard it, but I don’t remember well.”

“I’m pleased to explain. These seven hues are the manifestations of the seven Grand Magics that protect Aserian. They relate to the magics symbolized by the seven towers within Aserian…”

Strengthening the walls, automatically repairing them was basic.

Emergency magics activated in a crisis, life magic to invigorate the citizens.

“Only these four effects are well-known. The remaining three magics are kept in absolute secrecy, so much so that only His Majesty himself would be aware of one.”

Blake proudly rattled off a story well-known to the learned and to those curious about such matters.

Walking and keeping pace with his voice, they soon reached the eastern city gate.

“What’s that giant?”

“A monster?”

“Looks like knights?”

A scene now familiar.

When soldiers managing the long line approached the group, drawing all eyes with Luther Kyle’s giant presence, Blake pulled out a golden token from his coat.

“I am Blake Ivandor, commander of the Western Third Legion. Open the way, I’ve brought a guest of His Majesty!”

The soldiers, shocked at the sight of the golden token, stepped aside with commanding shouts from Blake.

Shortly after.

Logan and his party were able to enter Aserian amidst the throng of day-time crowds.

“Please wait just a moment, people from the palace will come to meet you. Just a very short wait, I implore you.”

A paladin who seemed to be performing only the role of a gatekeeper at the city gate bowed his head repeatedly, pitiful in appearance, but the focus of the party, apart from Logan, was on the street visible through the door.

“Wow…”

Even Victor, who was not easily impressed, let out a soft voice that made its way to Logan’s ears, prompting him to sigh and take in the ‘unwanted’ grand avenue once again.

Not a city of uniform buildings like Ruthpelheim, but a hodgepodge of structures, at least five-stories high, each of a different color and shape, lined the streets.

In the center of the street, well over 50 meters wide, was a beautifully kept garden and fountains that delighted the eyes.

People, wearing attire of such variety you wouldn’t see the same outfit twice, went about their business.

Shellfish lovers in fine silk normally reserved for nobles or wealthy merchants in Grandia were buying fresh fish in the middle of this inland metropolis.