Book 1: Chapter 5.3
Even though these words made him want to vomit, Kalim purposely kept silent. In spite of his religious beliefs, these aliens were merely business partners. There was no need for a clash of ideologies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, as they say.
Kalim finally spoke.
The only things Im concerned about are the goods in question. The advance payments been paid. I look forward to the fruits of your success.
Of course. Thats exactly why we asked for it in the first place. Oi, Zelada!
Elbajhi turned to the van beside him and shouted.
A little while later, the figure of a man sluggishly emerged from the back seat of the vehicle. A red coat and a red bowler hat. His suit and pants were also dyed a deep red. With the sole exception of his white shirt and skin, he was dressed all in red.
The red-clad man spoke in a hoarse voice.
Did you call for me, my lord?
Another Semanese. From the looks of it, he was about sixty years old or so. Deep wrinkles were carved into his face, his eyes concealed by a pair of black sunglasses. Kalim immediately realized the man was blind. Tapping the road with the cane in his hands whilst facing the night sky, he slowly but surely approached Elbajhi and his men.
Mr. Kalim. Let me introduce you to Bza Zelada.
Elbajhi said as he took the mans hand. The man by the name of Zelada removed his hat and placed it by his chest, politely bowing his head.
I am most honored to meet your acquaintance, Kalim-sama
Kalim could instinctively feel that something was off about that man. Since his youth, he had fought in various conflicts as a member of the paramilitary group, evading the eyes of the law to reach his position within the organization. He had seen just about anybody you could think of assassins and mercenaries with skills capable of taking your head in an instant. To even think of touching them, you would have to risk getting burned in the process. But this was different. The old man seemed more cold than hot. If he were to lay a finger on him, the skin on his hands would stick and tear violently into pieces. That was the sort of cold it was.
Is he the rumored magician?
Unconsciously distancing himself from the man, Kalim said aloud.
Thats right. Zelada served my late father as the sole remaining member of his clan. He excels in using mildi to manipulate corpses.
Such words are wasted on one such as myself. Please think of this ones skills as shoddy puppetry at best
Master Zelada laughed. He may look like just an ordinary old man, but his laughter revealed gleaming pearly-white teeth. Kalim thought that these actions were strangely intentional.
You said corpses, didnt you. I have heard that for a Semanese magician to control someone, that someone needs to have first ingested a moderate amount of Fairy Dust. Isnt that so?
Such a thing would be impossible for a dead person. In fact, it would be more favorable to his organization if the living could be commanded. It would cause much-needed chaos as random strangers on the street start massacring one another out of nowhere.
Kalim-sama. Please understand that one enthralled by a fairys rahtena, their spirit taken captive, cannot be considered living; they are mere corpses. My abilities cannot make a dent on those with healthy spirits.
Hmm
And thats where the goods come into play!
With a clap of his hands, his subordinates brought out a Boston bag. Zipping open the fasteners, he grabbed a glass cylinder from within. It was about half-a-gallon in volume, with batteries attached at both ends of the glass to form an electronic circuit. In addition, the container was covered by a hard plastic case, artificially strengthened to withstand external damage.
Is that the Spirit Bomb?
Yep, though its just a prototype for now. We only used up a small part of the lesser fairies, ysee. Radius is about 5-6 meters. But its effects are guaranteed. Anyone caught in its explosion would be subject to the same conditions as ingesting fairy dust. A temporary feeling of bliss and, more importantly, perpetual interdiction. In Zeladas own words
Yes. Their spirit taken captive, these people cannot be considered living; they are mere corpses. That is the gist of it, my good sir.
Zelada gently smiled.
Ive heard that explanation before. My organization may be optimistic with regards to our negotiations, but personally I find this all a little too good to be true.
Thats what I thought. To that I say are they nearly there?
Having seen through Kalims doubts, Elbajhi flashed a mischievous grin as he glanced at the watch on his arm.
Another car was approaching them from the distance. At the tip of the construction site, a pair of headlights was rapidly closing in, stopping about ten meters away from Elbajhi and his gang.
It was a patrol car.
Seeing this shameful display, Elbajhi and his men could do nothing but hold their hands to their stomachs and laugh.
Certainly, it was an absurd display. Still, the officer remained expressionless. After committing such a bloody act of murder, he had been made to dance in this eerie, robot-like manner. Kalim was in absolutely no mood for laughter.
Hahaha Zelada! Youve got no taste in dance, have you?
My humble apologies, my lord.
Zelada bitterly smiled. And yet, he did not seem particularly embarrassed. Elbajhi continued laughing for some time after, wiping the tears off the corners of his eyes, before suddenly slapping Kalims shoulder.
How was it? Fun, right? Right?
I understand its capabilities. How many people can we control with this magic?
Kalim coldly said.
As many as youd like. Isnt that right, Zelada?
Yes. In the past, this one has tested it on about a hundred people at once. However, it was said that the masters of old could control five-thousand, no, even ten-thousand troops with ease.
It was hard to believe that so many people could be controlled at once. Given the fact that he had once puppeteered a hundred men himself, it was plain to see that this magician had quite the bloody past behind him. Just look at the two officers. For a hundred people, just what extreme measures could he have employed to cause them such pain and suffering?
You said that these Spirit Bombs were prototypes?
Yep. We only used the wrists of lesser fairies for these, ysee. The ones were making now are even more terrifying. Using every single part of the high-grade fairies. The radius of explosion is roughly
Elbajhi went silent, calculating the distance in his head.
three kilometers in all directions. About the same as your average nuclear bomb.
Do shelters have any effect? Think of it the same as with gamma rays. Normal buildings wont be a problem.
Good.
With this bomb and that magicians power in hand, their operations would surely progress at an unprecedented rate.
There was a very real possibility that the introduction of this weapon would most likely surpass the impact of the terrorist attacks that occurred in New York back in 2001. As long as one knew how to use it, it would be mere childs play to completely annihilate any one nations system of government. But Kalim had no intention whatsoever of detonating such a bomb here in this peculiar city. If he were to use it, he would choose a more important, more vulnerable city instead. What would happen if he were to use it during the World Cup or the inauguration of the President? Broadcasted on their TVs, the entire world would finally know armageddon.
As soon as these are completed, we wish to leave this country with them. When will they be ready?
About 2-3 days. Well arrange it for you.
Thats acceptable. Keep in mind that if you extend this offer to us Earthlings, the Semani may receive severe criticism. Are you alright with that?
Dont really care either way. I stay at the Gorgeous. Any problem with that?
From the bottom of his heart, Elbajhi wondered Why are you even asking me this?.
It was then that Zelada spoke.
My lord.
What?
What shall we do with that gentleman, my lord?
He was talking about the officer still dancing on top of the patrol car. With a single glance at the man, Elbajhi waved his hand apathetically.
Ah. Finish him.
As you wish.
The policeman stopped his little dance, put the shotgun in his mouth, and opened fire.
Translators Notes:
TL Note: Farbanian for Master.TL Note: Farbanian for technique/skill/magic.TL Note: A form of magical energy that can be sensed by the Semani.TL Note: See here.TL Note: 9/11