(EP-102.1) Eyes #3
102 – Piercing Eyes #3
Mirna explained as follows.
Back to a time before the Demon King, there was a young and intelligent prince – Solomon.
He had studied abroad in Gracia’s Ark Academy and lived in this very same mansion.
Didn’t that mean this mansion was one of my inheritances? My grandfather, whom I had never known before, owned a villa!
The idea that the Draco Family was occupying ‘our’ property made me agitated for some reason. But regardless of what I thought, Mirna continued.
“It is said that Archmage Solomon built dungeons that could hone his skills. This is one of them.”
As Mirna explained, I felt the giant iron door. It was heavy and solid, and seemed impossible to even budge.
I wasn’t sure if it was to prevent people from going in, or what was inside from getting out.
It could even be both...
“So the Demon King himself created this space? Is this, perhaps, related to his legacy?”
I asked with half expectation and half curiosity.
Maybe the Demon King left some secret magic or something? Like a grandfather handing down his possession to his descendants.
Unfortunately, Mirna shook her head.
“No. When the Draco Family took over the property 30 years ago, we had already searched every nook and cranny. However, there wasn’t any sign of anything present.”
“I see...”
That was a little disappointing.
“Then what’s inside?”
“Huhu-.”
But instead of answering my question, Mirna simply illuminated the door with her torch.
“Why don’t you check it out yourself?”
What was with the secrecy?
“Is it dangerous?”
“You don’t have to worry about that. The Draco Family has thoroughly inspected and controlled all the variables, it’s perfect.”
‘Perfect...’
I wondered if a mortal should be allowed to use such an arrogant word.
Well, I couldn’t keep standing at the entrance, so I asked Mirna to let me in.
“Then please open the door.”
“You can do it yourself.”
“......?”
I thought I misheard for a moment. Was she really telling me to open this huge lump of metal?
Although there were no locking mechanisms on the door, it was as secure as it could be just by itself.
To reiterate its scale, the door was about 10 meters high and 20 meters wide. It was like a fortress gate.
To add salt to injury, it wasn’t even a swing type door, but the kind that needed to be pulled up by pushing from the bottom-up using a pulley or something.
Wouldn’t I need to bring a siege weapon for this?
How could I open this door by myself!?
As a test, I slipped my hand at the bottom of the door and pulled up with all the strength I could muster.
“Heueueup-!”
Of course, all I achieved was feeling the cold metal and the overwhelming weight of the door.
“... How do you open this?”
There should be a special way of opening this, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. So I asked Mirna for a hint.
Mirna chuckled, as if finding my struggle amusing.
“This door is called the Mage’s Door. Also named by Solomon himself as the “Ranking Door”.”
“Ranking Door?”
Instead of answering my question directly, Mirna flashed the torch to the wall on both sides of the door. Wall marks that were previously hidden in the darkness, finally became visible.
Apparently, this was some kind of measuring instrument.
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