Chapter 185: Shadow of Iron Mountain

The master should go this way.

The door, painted black, had golden patterns on it.

It was a passage reserved for high-ranking officials. I followed Nisled inside, and the elevator began to move.

Unlike regular elevators, there was hardly any vibration.

I observed Niflheimr's scenery through the glass in the back. The third floor was home to basic production and gathering occupations. Heroes worked in a sorting facility on one side of the plaza.

The fourth floor was where basic combat personnel resided.

They were responsible for minor combat missions and escorting gathering personnel from the third floor to weekly dungeons. As you went up the stairs, responsibilities, authority, and benefits increased.

But it wasn't a pyramid structure.

The majority of Niflheimrs personnel were on the middle floors, from the fifth to the eighth. This, too, was something I had arranged.

From the ninth floor onward, officers and administrative personnel were located.

They were in charge of commanding battles and managing Niflheimr's facilities. Starting from the tenth floor, authority increased further.

On the eleventh floor, the number of personnel drastically decreased.

400 on the twelfth floor.

90 on the thirteenth floor.

The final thirteenth floor

Strictly speaking, it had only five members.

The main party lieutenants were temporary members.

The elevator door opened. Looking up, I saw a gray sky.

It was on the thirteenth floor.

A circular floor.

Unlike the city-sized other floors, it wasn't very spacious.

At best, it was the size of a small village.

The top floor of Niflheimr was divided into five sections, each with its own residence.

Was that created by Yurnet?

I pointed to the central castle.

It was a building I hadn't seen before.

Yes. It was built for the master.

They've made it quite grand.

While not flashy, it gleamed with black polish.

Inside the castle, it seemed there was an audience room that I had entered yesterday.

Master, this way, please.

Mist formed on the brick path and was then lined up in a row.

I smirked and followed the mist. The mist led to Yurnet's garden.

This is as far as I go. Please take care.

Nisled bowed her head.

She seemed to be going to attend to other duties.

I entered the garden.

Yurnet was waiting next to the central table.

I have prepared a meal.

Yurnet smiled and clapped her hands.

Various breads and salads appeared on the table.

I have kept it simple, but I hope it suits your taste.

This is more than enough.

I picked up a small piece of bread from the basket.

If it had been a grand feast, I would have declined.

I sat down and nibbled on the bread.

Why did you call me?

I heard you were going to train.

Thats right.

We admire your determination to become stronger on your own. But

Yurnet lowered her gaze.

I'm sorry, Master.

What for?

We understand your intentions well. But it seems like you don't trust us.

Yurnet had a lonely expression.

I chuckled. I had a sense of what she wanted to say.

Becoming stronger is good. However, I hope you can rely on us a little. Is that what you mean?

Yes. We can only watch you from the sidelines.

Yurnet hugged her arm.

She's quite good at acting.

Half of it was probably sincere.

I chuckled and said, I was going to ask for that.

Is that really true?

Why else would I come here?

If the Niflheimr had been of no use to me, I would have stayed in Townia. Theres a reason why I came here beyond just wanting information. I continued speaking.

I'm not going to rely on you for everything. But I hope you can at least help.

How can we help?

Yurnet leaned forward across the table.

Her face came closer.

You're getting too close. Back off a bit.

I apologize for showing such behavior.

Yurnet adjusted her posture.

For starters, Master, should we send about a million gems to Townia?

Sigh.

Are you seriously asking this?

Even with all the support, I would eventually have to stand alone on the higher floors. I can't spoil anything.

Support for Townia is strictly prohibited. Contact is also prohibited. Unless I say otherwise, don't interfere in any way.

As you command.

Yurnet bowed deeply.

When it comes down to it,

Anything is quite dependent on me.

But this is something I have to take into account. Basic care is necessary, at the very least.

It feels like raising an elementary school student.

After clearing my thoughts about Anytng, I continued speaking.

As I mentioned, it's about training.

Training.

Class advancement and skills.

There was one more thing to request.

I had planned to bring it up when the training was nearing its completion.

If you're willing,.

Yurnet gave me a gentle smile.

I have something in mind.

After finishing the meal, I left the garden.

Yurnet headed to her office, saying she would take care of Niflheim's affairs.

It was originally a task we shared. She would be quite busy doing it alone.

If I had the time, I would help, but for now, I needed to mind my own business.

I walked along the path.

The scenery, filled with trees and grass, began to change gradually.

Barren, rocky terrain.

Even the path underfoot disappeared.

I had completely transitioned into Yurnets territory.

Rocks jutted up in various places.

Some were as small as 1 meter, while others were over 10 meters tall. Countless blade marks were engraved on the rock surfaces.

But actually, it's not rocks.

At first glance, they looked like rocks, but they felt different up close.

Gigantic ores with a deep black shine. They were called Black Iron. It was several times harder and sharper than steel. I was familiar with this area.

Iron Mountain.

I examined the rock closely.

The blade marks that had been cut through the black iron-like paper were forming a shape.

That guy carved it.

Sculptures on the walls inside the castle.

It made sense. Besides him, there was no one else to consider.

Ranked 3rd in Niflheimr.

Heavenly Sword, the owner of Clau Solas.

(T/N: Clau Solas: Claidheamh Soluis, or The Sword of Light, is a trope object that appears in a number of Irish and Scottish Gaelic folktales.)

His talent was overwhelming, to the point where I once suspected him of being a bug character.

Ridgion.

I've been waiting.

Behind the iron mountain, split in half.

A cold-looking young man walked out.

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