Above the Great Cave, outside Camelot.
Having left the Throne Hall, Riezel quietly appeared here.
"The Great Cave..."
As he gazed at the enormous, bottomless void below, seemingly without end, Riezel felt an urge, for a moment, to simply destroy it.
It couldn't be helped. From that bottomless cave, malice so dense it was almost tangible continuously billowed upward like smoke, instinctively filling Riezel with revulsion.
Especially now that he knew what slept beneath it, Riezel felt it would be best to destroy it now.
"Unfortunately, if I act rashly now, not only might I fail to destroy it, I could wake it up instead and bring it out of its slumber."
With that in mind, Riezel suppressed the impulse in his heart.
"For now, I should stop worrying about what's down there."
Riezel turned his head and looked toward the Royal Palace.
From where he stood, he could clearly see one artillery platform after another aimed in this direction.
Looking closely, those platforms were actually spears.
Not firearms, but cold weapons—black, lengthy spear shafts propped up like cannon barrels, their spearheads aimed this way like cannon muzzles. Yet they looked as though they could unleash bombardment at any moment, just like firearms.
There were roughly twelve such artillery platforms.
Riezel could clearly sense the magical power contained within those "spears." It was not only immense, but vast beyond measure.
That was only natural.
Those artillery platforms were Great Magic Gear directly connected to Morgan's throne, capable of drawing upon the throne's magical power to bombard their targets at any time.
Riezel was very familiar with the power within those "spears."
Without a doubt, they were materialized Holy Lances—the "Tower" formation personally created by Morgan.
Although they were merely imitations recreated through magecraft, unlike the one Riezel used, which could