Episode 60. Meson's Enlightenment
As soon as the door opened, Wilhelm's most important contract clause, "Do not open the machine room door under any circumstances without our permission," was broken.
As the engine room radiated a suffocating heat and revealed its pitch-black interior, Meson immediately injected magic into the flashlight Olivia had given him. A startlingly bright light poured out from it.
Meson, who had little time to be surprised, put the flashlight in his mouth and began to examine Olivia's painting and the interior alternately.
Olivia's drawing was structurally similar, as if she had drawn it from the inside, and Meson quickly identified the locations of the cooler, converter, and transport pipes. The only difference from the drawing was the number of mana transport pipes.
'You said up to 32, why are there so many?'
Meson felt around for the coolant inlet and opened the cap, shouting at Noah.
“Your Highness!! Please stop injecting magic!!”
Even though Noah was fiery, Meson wasn't the type to act without reason. If he were, he wouldn't have been Noah's secretary in the first place.
Noah gritted his teeth and removed his hand from the terminal. Judging by the increasing noise, it would be destroyed within minutes. When he leaped down the hallway with a stern face, Meson was busy working inside.
As if sensing the presence, Meson shouted without even raising his head.
“Your Highness!! Please bring me a large container of cold water!!”
Now he dares to order it.
Noah turned and walked out, brushing his sweat-soaked hair back. Then, grabbing the useless mercenary by the scruff of his neck, he lifted him up and gave him an order.
“Fill a large container with cold water and bring it.”
The mercenary quickly stood up, his neck cringing at the Prince's chilling gaze.
“Yes, yes!”
“You go too. Bring it as fast as you can!!”
Noah then returned to the engine room after pushing the other mercenary next to him back toward the bridge.
Meson was busy locking the valve with the flashlight in his mouth.
“What should I do?”
When Noah, who had suddenly entered the engine room, asked, Meson pointed to the transport pipes above and said.
“Please push the valve handle down from here to here!”
Then he put the flashlight in his mouth and began to do his work. Noah glanced at the familiar object in Meson's mouth, then moved quickly as he had instructed.
Meanwhile, the mercenaries, who had been doing nothing but lying around, came running, filling large water jugs with water.
The four men poured water into the inlet, following Meson's instructions, taking the utmost care to avoid spilling it. Sweat poured down like rain from the converter, but there was no time to wipe it away.
After a while, Meson confirmed that the cooler was full of water and said to Noah.
“Your Highness, I think we can now begin bombardment!”
Even now, the Coelacanth's attacks continued, breaking through the bodyguards' magical powers.
Noah roughly ran his hand over his drenched face and leaped up to the terminal. His wet shirt clung to his body, so he ripped off the buttons on his chest and poured his magic into the cold terminal.
A stream of hot yet cold water, as if drawn from the heart, flowed across his chest and right arm. Simultaneously, the bombardment of the lower hull resumed.
Sweat flowed down his beautiful face and soaked the back of his hand.
Noah closed his eyes and focused on the sound.
Please, please, don't let that damn metal noise get mixed in.
The hull trembled slightly, and a distant gunshot sound was heard.
Dudududu, dudududu.
“...”
And after a while, Noah opened his eyes and brushed his blonde hair away from his face.
A long, languid sigh escaped her alluring lips. A faint smile formed in his dusky green eyes, then vanished.
“I should get my room rate refunded and buy Olivia a gift.”
His weary mutterings were drowned out by the sound of artillery fire.
About an hour later.
The horde of coelacanths finally stopped attacking. John offered Noah a cigarette, who was resting after replacing one of his bodyguards.
"It's okay."
At the Prince's refusal, John blinked and tilted his head.
"Are you trying to quit smoking? You haven't smoked since you were heading to Pulder."
But you did it again when you were with Libero Aquitaine, right?
Noah chuckled and answered his question dryly.
"What about quitting smoking? I just smoke when I feel like it, and if not, I don't."
Leaning against the railing, Noah turned on his flashlight and looked down at Olivia's drawing. Meson had returned to Olivia at Noah's command.
John glanced over his shoulder at the crumpled paper, then looked at the curious object clutched in the Prince's right hand. The sleek silver object seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
“Wait…m... Your Highness, isn’t this... that thing you used to always carry around with you?”
“What am I carrying around?”
At John's question, Noah quickly answered and stared at him.
“Do you guys investigate what I carry and what I eat?”
“No. But...”
“But, what?!”
"That silver object was so uniquely shaped, and you habitually took it out, spun it around, looked at it, clicked it, and looked at it. Didn't you? Did it catch your eye? Even if you didn't want to see it."
So it's not my fault.
John looked at Noah, his eyes strongly expressing his intention, and Noah rubbed his forehead as if he was tired and put the flashlight and paper in his pants pocket.
“...”
At that sight, John smirked, stealing a sinister glance at Noah. Just now, Meson had clearly demanded the return of "Miss Olivia's belongings." The Prince had refused, saying he would return them himself.
When Noah blinked at John's sinister gaze, John quickly looked away and coughed.
Seriously, these.
Noah, who was shocked by the sight of everyone becoming Mesonized, stood up from the railing and spoke coldly.
“It seems like we’ve escaped, so I’ll go first. Come back after you clean up.”
“Yes. But, Your Highness.”
"Why."
“What should we do about the Magic Dome machine room?”
John pointed somewhere with a puzzled expression. His finger pointed to a captain, clearly flustered, heading toward the Magic Dome, accompanied by a group of wizards from the shipping company.
Noah clicked his tongue slightly and frowned.
Meanwhile, the captain, facing the terribly gaping engine room, staggered as if the ground beneath his feet were collapsing.
The door had been removed so cleanly that it seemed impossible to reattach it properly. Furthermore, the locks Wilhelm had installed to prevent outsiders from tampering had been completely removed, making it seem inevitable that they would have to pay the price for breach of contract.
The penalty for breach of contract was cancellation of the contract.
Nowadays, no one wants to board a cruise ship without a Magic Dome, so the cancellation of the contract with Wilhelm actually meant that the company would have to close down.
A sense of crisis even greater than the moment the Megalodon surfaced, a cold sweat ran down the captain's spine like rain. He stared blankly at the open-mouthed engine room, then slowly sank to his knees.
That was when.
“Report it as it is.”
"... Yes?"
The captain turned his head at the sudden, low voice. Under the dim moonlight, only the pitch-black outline of a man was clearly visible, his sharp green eyes shining.
"Report as is. 'A metallic crackling sound was heard amidst the gunfire, and the magic cannons intermittently stopped firing. Noah Astrid, judging that leaving the coelacanth area was impossible, opened the engine room door and made some adjustments.'
The captain jumped up from his seat, his shoulders hunched, his lips trembling.
“Ha, Your Highness, can I do that, can I...”
"Please do so. I want to ask you something too. How on earth did you make it to be like this?"
Noah let out a languid breath and ran a hand through his stiff hair.
“When we arrive at Herod Port, we will send a lawyer to the company.”
The captain's eyes turned red, and he bowed his head deeply, as if he were about to bury it in the ground.
“Thank you! Thank you, Your Highness!!”
Noah glanced at him with an indifferent gaze and then turned away.
“Please clean up the room quickly. It’s a mess.”
"All right!"
Leaving behind the captain's roaring voice, Noah walked leisurely.
Meanwhile, Olivia stared at Meson, her eyes half-open. He stood in the doorway, his lips quirking in a sinister grin.
Meson Loktar was in a state of excitement when he belatedly remembered Olivia's silver flashlight.
Even amidst his confusion, the strange silver object seemed remarkably familiar. Meson pondered what it could be, and eventually succeeded in recalling the strange object Noah had once carried around with him.
It was also a good time, since it was after Olivia had returned to Pulder.
Meson cleared his throat and asked Olivia quietly.
“That silver thing from earlier was really interesting. Is it only available in Pulder?”
Olivia, who had been glancing at Meson, quickly shook her head at his sudden question.
"No."
"So, where did you buy it? It looks so nice, I'd like to get one myself."
Olivia looked embarrassed and explained to Meson's question.
"I designed it. I wanted to sell it, but circumstances forced me to develop it as a prototype."
Got it!
I'm stuck and can't take it anymore!
Meson nodded vigorously, his jaw clenched as if he was about to burst into laughter.
“Oh, I see. Then, there must have been only a few.”
"Yes."
Olivia simply wore an apologetic expression. She couldn't bring herself to say, "I'll make it for you next time." She wondered when that opportunity would ever come.
Then she cleared her throat, assessing the ship's tremors. The gunfire had ceased, and the ship was no longer swaying, so it seemed the matter had been resolved successfully.
“I guess it’s over.”
As soon as the door opened, Wilhelm's most important contract clause, "Do not open the machine room door under any circumstances without our permission," was broken.
As the engine room radiated a suffocating heat and revealed its pitch-black interior, Meson immediately injected magic into the flashlight Olivia had given him. A startlingly bright light poured out from it.
Meson, who had little time to be surprised, put the flashlight in his mouth and began to examine Olivia's painting and the interior alternately.
Olivia's drawing was structurally similar, as if she had drawn it from the inside, and Meson quickly identified the locations of the cooler, converter, and transport pipes. The only difference from the drawing was the number of mana transport pipes.
'You said up to 32, why are there so many?'
Meson felt around for the coolant inlet and opened the cap, shouting at Noah.
“Your Highness!! Please stop injecting magic!!”
Even though Noah was fiery, Meson wasn't the type to act without reason. If he were, he wouldn't have been Noah's secretary in the first place.
Noah gritted his teeth and removed his hand from the terminal. Judging by the increasing noise, it would be destroyed within minutes. When he leaped down the hallway with a stern face, Meson was busy working inside.
As if sensing the presence, Meson shouted without even raising his head.
“Your Highness!! Please bring me a large container of cold water!!”
Now he dares to order it.
Noah turned and walked out, brushing his sweat-soaked hair back. Then, grabbing the useless mercenary by the scruff of his neck, he lifted him up and gave him an order.
“Fill a large container with cold water and bring it.”
The mercenary quickly stood up, his neck cringing at the Prince's chilling gaze.
“Yes, yes!”
“You go too. Bring it as fast as you can!!”
Noah then returned to the engine room after pushing the other mercenary next to him back toward the bridge.
Meson was busy locking the valve with the flashlight in his mouth.
“What should I do?”
When Noah, who had suddenly entered the engine room, asked, Meson pointed to the transport pipes above and said.
“Please push the valve handle down from here to here!”
Then he put the flashlight in his mouth and began to do his work. Noah glanced at the familiar object in Meson's mouth, then moved quickly as he had instructed.
Meanwhile, the mercenaries, who had been doing nothing but lying around, came running, filling large water jugs with water.
The four men poured water into the inlet, following Meson's instructions, taking the utmost care to avoid spilling it. Sweat poured down like rain from the converter, but there was no time to wipe it away.
After a while, Meson confirmed that the cooler was full of water and said to Noah.
“Your Highness, I think we can now begin bombardment!”
Even now, the Coelacanth's attacks continued, breaking through the bodyguards' magical powers.
Noah roughly ran his hand over his drenched face and leaped up to the terminal. His wet shirt clung to his body, so he ripped off the buttons on his chest and poured his magic into the cold terminal.
A stream of hot yet cold water, as if drawn from the heart, flowed across his chest and right arm. Simultaneously, the bombardment of the lower hull resumed.
Sweat flowed down his beautiful face and soaked the back of his hand.
Noah closed his eyes and focused on the sound.
Please, please, don't let that damn metal noise get mixed in.
The hull trembled slightly, and a distant gunshot sound was heard.
Dudududu, dudududu.
“...”
And after a while, Noah opened his eyes and brushed his blonde hair away from his face.
A long, languid sigh escaped her alluring lips. A faint smile formed in his dusky green eyes, then vanished.
“I should get my room rate refunded and buy Olivia a gift.”
His weary mutterings were drowned out by the sound of artillery fire.
About an hour later.
The horde of coelacanths finally stopped attacking. John offered Noah a cigarette, who was resting after replacing one of his bodyguards.
"It's okay."
At the Prince's refusal, John blinked and tilted his head.
"Are you trying to quit smoking? You haven't smoked since you were heading to Pulder."
But you did it again when you were with Libero Aquitaine, right?
Noah chuckled and answered his question dryly.
"What about quitting smoking? I just smoke when I feel like it, and if not, I don't."
Leaning against the railing, Noah turned on his flashlight and looked down at Olivia's drawing. Meson had returned to Olivia at Noah's command.
John glanced over his shoulder at the crumpled paper, then looked at the curious object clutched in the Prince's right hand. The sleek silver object seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
“Wait…m... Your Highness, isn’t this... that thing you used to always carry around with you?”
“What am I carrying around?”
At John's question, Noah quickly answered and stared at him.
“Do you guys investigate what I carry and what I eat?”
“No. But...”
“But, what?!”
"That silver object was so uniquely shaped, and you habitually took it out, spun it around, looked at it, clicked it, and looked at it. Didn't you? Did it catch your eye? Even if you didn't want to see it."
So it's not my fault.
John looked at Noah, his eyes strongly expressing his intention, and Noah rubbed his forehead as if he was tired and put the flashlight and paper in his pants pocket.
“...”
At that sight, John smirked, stealing a sinister glance at Noah. Just now, Meson had clearly demanded the return of "Miss Olivia's belongings." The Prince had refused, saying he would return them himself.
When Noah blinked at John's sinister gaze, John quickly looked away and coughed.
Seriously, these.
Noah, who was shocked by the sight of everyone becoming Mesonized, stood up from the railing and spoke coldly.
“It seems like we’ve escaped, so I’ll go first. Come back after you clean up.”
“Yes. But, Your Highness.”
"Why."
“What should we do about the Magic Dome machine room?”
John pointed somewhere with a puzzled expression. His finger pointed to a captain, clearly flustered, heading toward the Magic Dome, accompanied by a group of wizards from the shipping company.
Noah clicked his tongue slightly and frowned.
Meanwhile, the captain, facing the terribly gaping engine room, staggered as if the ground beneath his feet were collapsing.
The door had been removed so cleanly that it seemed impossible to reattach it properly. Furthermore, the locks Wilhelm had installed to prevent outsiders from tampering had been completely removed, making it seem inevitable that they would have to pay the price for breach of contract.
The penalty for breach of contract was cancellation of the contract.
Nowadays, no one wants to board a cruise ship without a Magic Dome, so the cancellation of the contract with Wilhelm actually meant that the company would have to close down.
A sense of crisis even greater than the moment the Megalodon surfaced, a cold sweat ran down the captain's spine like rain. He stared blankly at the open-mouthed engine room, then slowly sank to his knees.
That was when.
“Report it as it is.”
"... Yes?"
The captain turned his head at the sudden, low voice. Under the dim moonlight, only the pitch-black outline of a man was clearly visible, his sharp green eyes shining.
"Report as is. 'A metallic crackling sound was heard amidst the gunfire, and the magic cannons intermittently stopped firing. Noah Astrid, judging that leaving the coelacanth area was impossible, opened the engine room door and made some adjustments.'
The captain jumped up from his seat, his shoulders hunched, his lips trembling.
“Ha, Your Highness, can I do that, can I...”
"Please do so. I want to ask you something too. How on earth did you make it to be like this?"
Noah let out a languid breath and ran a hand through his stiff hair.
“When we arrive at Herod Port, we will send a lawyer to the company.”
The captain's eyes turned red, and he bowed his head deeply, as if he were about to bury it in the ground.
“Thank you! Thank you, Your Highness!!”
Noah glanced at him with an indifferent gaze and then turned away.
“Please clean up the room quickly. It’s a mess.”
"All right!"
Leaving behind the captain's roaring voice, Noah walked leisurely.
Meanwhile, Olivia stared at Meson, her eyes half-open. He stood in the doorway, his lips quirking in a sinister grin.
Meson Loktar was in a state of excitement when he belatedly remembered Olivia's silver flashlight.
Even amidst his confusion, the strange silver object seemed remarkably familiar. Meson pondered what it could be, and eventually succeeded in recalling the strange object Noah had once carried around with him.
It was also a good time, since it was after Olivia had returned to Pulder.
Meson cleared his throat and asked Olivia quietly.
“That silver thing from earlier was really interesting. Is it only available in Pulder?”
Olivia, who had been glancing at Meson, quickly shook her head at his sudden question.
"No."
"So, where did you buy it? It looks so nice, I'd like to get one myself."
Olivia looked embarrassed and explained to Meson's question.
"I designed it. I wanted to sell it, but circumstances forced me to develop it as a prototype."
Got it!
I'm stuck and can't take it anymore!
Meson nodded vigorously, his jaw clenched as if he was about to burst into laughter.
“Oh, I see. Then, there must have been only a few.”
"Yes."
Olivia simply wore an apologetic expression. She couldn't bring herself to say, "I'll make it for you next time." She wondered when that opportunity would ever come.
Then she cleared her throat, assessing the ship's tremors. The gunfire had ceased, and the ship was no longer swaying, so it seemed the matter had been resolved successfully.
“I guess it’s over.”
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