132 [2-66] All we have left is to fall. (1/2)

In the Royal Castle. In Everis's workshop, where there are still a lot of junk-like objects.

”Huh?

Everis, who was lazily lying on the sofa reading a document, woke up when he felt something glowing outside the window. At the same time, he felt a slight surge of magical power.

I'm not sure what's going on here. ...... Some kind of trap has been set in motion?

I'm sure the prototype heat source sensing trigger trap was set to not work unless it detected two or more heat sources.

Everis nodded his head.

Rene is going to attack Teirakainen tonight. Everis was going to test run the traps tonight to make sure that no army would suddenly attack King's Landing on a day like this. Most of the traps have been drained of their magic power and are ready to operate.

The heat-sensing transfer trap near the city wall was one such trap. Heat source detection is not usually used as a trigger for traps because it often malfunctions and it is difficult to distinguish friend from foe, but since most of my allies do not have body heat, I thought it might be useful. To be honest, most of it was just 'I wanted to try it out'.

I hope it's a malfunction,......, but it's not,......, an intruder?

This is the kind of thing where you should have put the ...... sensor and camera on first.

I had to wrap my head around it.

You'll be sent by the transfer trap into a fortress-like outer rim dungeon built around the city walls.

The concept of that fortress, which is still under construction, is a 'single battle golem'. If anyone attacks, it will intercept them with its automatic turrets and head for the royal castle ...... or kill them in the belly if they enter to attack the fortress itself.

For this reason, the fortress has a magical defensive structure as part of its walls, making it difficult to probe the inside from the outside with magic. Nevertheless, there are no sensors or alarms to monitor the intruders.

Well, if we shut off the magic supply, we can see through it since it has no magic defense, but we want to keep the traps running in case there are intruders inside.

Everis tore one of the unfinished callers from the pile of callers on his desk, and wrote a formula on the spot to specify the destination of the communication, and activated it.

”Ah, hello?　I'm in the castle. This is Everis, Chief of Staff and Technical Advisor.

There might be some intruders in the castle, so could you please go check out the walled dungeon using human (zon) sea battle techniques?

The traps are working, so be careful. Please lead the Zakos that you don't mind breaking.

The undead, who had retreated into the castle to test the trap, began to act.

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Etre was in a stone room that was square like a dice.

However, the room was only dice-shaped at first, and was now becoming as thin as a book.

”d*mn, the walls are ......!

There was the sound of heavy gears turning, and the front and rear walls were closing in.

I've heard a lot about pressurized rooms, but it's surprisingly rare to actually see one. It is a simple but terrifying trap in which the ceiling and walls close in on you, eventually flattening you inside.

The first thing to do is to recognize a room with such a trap and not enter or be trapped in it. However, since you've been thrown into a transfer trap, that's no longer possible.

There's no escape route in sight. The most effective way would be to destroy the trap. If there is a trap, it means that there is a cavity for it, and it is certainly more fragile than an ordinary wall.

However, even if I slashed at the approaching wall, I would only receive a hard response. My hands went numb.

Magic... probably wouldn't work. As a holy knight, Etre is also proficient in sacred magic, but sacred magic is not good at destruction. In the first place, the entire building seems to have magical defenses, so ordinary magic will not be able to damage it.

Then take this: ......!

Etre took out what looked like a silver sugar cube attached to his waist belt.

It flapped and unfolded as if it had been folded multiple times. It swelled to several times its original size and took on the shape of a shield.

The Silver Giant's Additional Armor. It's a magic item that was created in the past, before the world was almost destroyed by demons, when the human race was said to have more advanced technology than now.

It is a barrier that can be attached to armor or held in the hand, but Etre has turned it into a sticking rod. The supposedly sturdy armor made a grating sound.

Etre deployed three more armor plates in rapid succession, placing them on the floor and holding them up between the walls. Seeing that the armor plates were slowly cracking, he pulled out his sword and used it as support.

Equipment to protect Erminio. It was a masterpiece made with the full power of the Drouet family's wealth. He had no choice but to bet on the strength of this magic item.

The gears creaked irritably, and finally the wall stopped.

”Thank God. ......

Etre was relieved.

The room had already been compressed to about the width of an adult's shoulders.

But the relief was short-lived.

”......, I can't move .......

Etoré was no longer able to even turn around. He could barely crab-walk his way through the narrow room.

How can we save him from this situation? The only thing he could think of was to wait for an ally to save him from the outside.

But this situation. I wonder what the other four are doing. I had a feeling that the other three, except for Edgar who was swallowed by the magic circle with me, were also being attacked by a trap somewhere.

I can't help but worry about my colleague Alfonso.

I don't really care about Loretta herself, but the magic item she's carrying should be useful for escape. I hope she's okay.

And above all, Erminio. I'm the kind of person who would like to ask the gods why such an idiot was born from an illegitimate son of a man who looks nothing like his father, Drouet Gou, but Erminio's guardianship was entrusted to me by Gou himself. He must not fall into the hands of the undead.

Ettore had no choice but to stay put, but he suddenly thought he heard a strange sound and looked down at his feet.

The floor was clear and rippling.

Water was beginning to flow into the room, which had become vertically flattened.

Now ............

I'm sorry.

The silver blade approaches with a screaming engine sound.