In the end, shipping to Rothskeld is a simple matter. They don't even need to ask for guidance, as dozens of drivers shout out their destinations and fares before they approach Westgate's caravan market. A few of the more cunning caravan travelers shouted at the group of would-be travelers, warning them not to stay in a dangerous city like Helmsgarten.

"Ride to Roscod!" Ride to Roscod! Escape the dangers and worries of the big city! There are only forty-two Novalins!"

It wasn't long before Jacob, Heskeil, and the immortal Sieg were in the cramped compartment of a wooden carriage. The rusty metal strip was carelessly fastened to the wooden frame with thin nails, giving the impression that it was structurally stable, although Jacob knew it could not withstand even a mild wind, let alone provide any meaningful cover in the event of an attack during transport. The shape of the canopy is also not very good, but their trip will only last a day and a half at most, so he doesn't care. In addition, living in a cold sewer, even with such an inferior means of transport, was an overindulgent luxury for him.

Several other passengers were about to get on the train when they saw the three men and immediately left to find another car. The driver glared at them viciously until Heskel, pushed by Jacob, handed him the payment for their trip: a golden ball that had once been an eyeball. After that, they were treated like royalty, although the driver was still waiting a while, perhaps hoping that some stupid passengers would be desperate to get on the bus.

"Waste of time." Huskell complained.

Sieg stared blankly into the air, like a puppet with a rope cut off. Jacob looked at her, once again satisfied that he had turned such a proud heretic into this, ignoring his impatient lifeguards. He had finally found a suitable way to punish her for her blind faith.

Then, Seeger turned her head slowly, her dark-eyed head peering out through the opening in the back of the carriage. The sudden animation surprises Jakob, who involuntarily follows her gaze in an attempt to capture the exact moment when the passengers board the plane.

The first thing that caught his attention was a tuft of curly crimson hair, and then he recognized the face and dimple smile, but when he noticed that the eyes were exactly the same as Sig's, he quickly got up from his seat.

“…… Jacob ...... We meet again......"

Guy said: ". What are you doing here?"

“…… I was ...... She attracted ......"

"Do you want to collect her?"

“…… Yes......"

The demon golem's body stood completely motionless, his mouth and eyes motionless as he spoke. His appearance is clearly just a replica of a living person. This made Jacob very upset. Huskel quickly walked in front of him and misunderstood the situation.

"I forgot to introduce you," Jacob said blandly. "Heskel, you can treat him as a neutral party for the time being. Guillaume was an immortal elf, and I summoned him on behalf of the royal family to give them back an insignificant prince. ”

Hearing this, Heskel looked a little at a loss, and only relaxed his threatening posture slightly. "Why help?"

"If I refuse, they'll kill me. In addition, I think it is a decent way to get them to stop pestering us, although it doesn't seem to last long......"

“…… Prince...... Now it's king...... Looking at ...... It's a lot of fun......

"Why are you here?"

“…… When I feel her ...... When I see your divine work...... I felt like I was ...... You...... Attracted ...... again"

"Sir, you can't get on ——??" The driver behind Guillaume asked suddenly.

Jacob said to the man, "He is with me."

"Very well, please take a seat, we are leaving soon."

The driver bypassed the carriage and jumped into the seat in front of him, Jacob returned to his seat, and Guillaume sat opposite Sig. However, Huskell remained standing. It was strange to see him so defenseless and unconfident.

"Heskel, sit down."

White snorted disobediently, but Jacob quickly tightened the reins to quell its infancy rebellion.

"Now."

Hesquel grunted, but sat down anyway so that he was facing Jacob and Guillaume from the side. Moments later, the carriage took off and stumbled through the paved streets of Westgate.

"Why are you so hard?"

"Don't put up with demons, for they lack the intellectual restraint of true demons."

“…… About Human ...... We have similar ...... ...... say," Guillaume said.

"You can quote your grandfather as much as you want, but if he pleaded with a demon like Guillaume, maybe he wouldn't have been buried in the depths of the city to save his life."

Heskel was speechless by this disparagement of his master and creator. In the end, he did not refute because Jacob only told the truth.

A few decades ago, my grandfather fought against the royal family, but failed. In the final battle, he suffered immensely, which led him to a path of desperation in order to prolong his life and avoid the looming shadow of death. Jacob is not just an apprentice to ensure that the old spider's legacy and craftsmanship are kept alive, no, he is grandfather's last hope: a hope to be saved from the hell he himself has identified. But there is no doubt that Jacob cannot solve his own problems, after all, grandfather himself cannot solve his problems, he has a more powerful arsenal of magic weapons than Jacob, and has cunning and intelligence unmatched in the world.

But it is clear that when he learns that Jacob has obtained a large number of books, his behavior has become so irresponsible and unhinged that his attitude begins to waver. Grandfather never said it, but Jacob knew that he valued freedom more than anything else; above knowledge, power, and even reverence for the Almighty. He hopes to gain the ability to leave his lab and live, but it seems that this will never happen.

Although the grandfather was reluctant to reveal which great god he had prayed to, supplicated, sacrificed, and supplicated for salvation, Jacob had a pretty good idea. He prayed, and a great God answered, but salvation came in the form of a Faustian transaction, a transaction so cunning that only the Lady Skinning could have devised it.

Grandfather was rescued from something that was inevitable for all mortals, however, he could never leave his laboratory. In the cramped space in which Jacob was summoned years ago, his mentor was always present and never stepped out of the stone walls. He gets a feel for life through his servants, the Chimera, the monsters, and his apprentices.

At one point, Jacob didn't know when Old Spider was trying to leave, believing that his confinement was a mental deception, but when he crossed the border, half of his body turned to ashes, thus turning him into his current husk.

Heskell knows this. He must see through the appearance of his creator. He must have seen the poor old man hiding there whimpering, hoping to protect himself from the monster that everyone was afraid of by creating a monster.

"Guillaume," Jacob began. "If you agree to help me, you can get Sig."

“…… You...... How can I help......"

"We're calling Nahara."

The petrified undead replica paused before reacting, but then it came, letting out a long, maniacal laugh like thunder invading in the darkness.

“…… I'll help you...... If only I could see Nahara...... Down to the human ......"

Jacob smiled under his scented mask. It didn't seem necessary for him to be so cautious with the elves.

"Do you respect those great people?"

“…… They are...... The ancestors of all of us ......"

Jacob nodded enthusiastically. "Indeed."

“…… You must know...... I will do my best...... Doing everything to help you ......"

"That's good."

“…… To this end...... I will inform you...... The king asks for your imprisonment ......"

"I know," Jacob replied nonchalantly.

Heskel looked at them uneasily. Jacob knew he must have guessed, but the confirmation undoubtedly still bothered him. Especially considering that they have already succeeded once.

“…… I'll use my ...... Other Vessels...... Hold them back......"

"Can you consciously manipulate more than one corpse puppet?" Jacob asked, it seemed impossible to him, but he didn't know the limits of demonic power either. After all, despite the fact that demons and guardians follow a prescribed formula in terms of strength and temperament, they still retain a wide variety of quirks and powers that are often unique to individual creatures.

“…… Yes...... I now have eighteen ...... My power multiplies with their number......"

If the undead demon was allowed to run rampant, it would not be surprising that it could destroy a country in a matter of days, Jacob thought gloomily.

"Will they notice that there isn't one?"

“…… Since I have mastered ...... Their king's ...... Life...... They gave me a lot...... Freedom ......"

"Can't they track you?"

“…… Not ......"

"Good. We're going to Rothchild, a small town to the west, where we hope to find a toll for a summoning ceremony. ”

"I can take a look...... Manual?"

"No," Heskel replied firmly. He carefully grasped the tungsten scroll, as if begging the demon to snatch it from him.

Guy said: ". You may be my ally, but that's not what you deserve. Just talk and don't do it, although your relatives don't have the habit of daring to lie, there are some things we can't trust you, even if we tie you up with a thousand contracts and oaths. ”

“…… I understand...... I just want to see it for myself...... A Sage's Divine Powers......"

The elf's childlike sincere desire made Jacob grin slyly under the mask, and an idea formed in his mind. Through the opening at the back of the carriage, he saw the gate named after Westgate retract into the horizon.