Keter flipped over the silver disc in his hand.0

“I can tell from a mile away that this is one of Ragnon’s.”0

He was referring to Ragnon the Bomber, one of Liqueur’s Five Lunatics. His signature “R” wasn’t engraved, but… 0

Sniff.0

Even without dismantling it, the scent alone told him everything.0

“Definitely smells like Ragnon’s bombs.”0

Normal explosives used sulfur or uric acid, but Ragnon’s signature gunpowder was made with synthetic compounds more commonly seen in arcane engineering. This custom mix gave off a distinctive odor, which was on this silver disc.1

“Smells like mercury.”0

Did Ragnon leave Liqueur as well?0

As far as Keter knew, he hadn’t.0

“But... sniff sniff. This is an older model, probably from three to five years ago.”0

It was suspicious but fascinating to find Ragnon’s bombs beneath Eslow’s capital in Lillian Kingdom, a place where gunpowder was regulated even more tightly than magic.0

“And there are a lot of them, too,” Keter muttered as he walked toward Feathers Hotel.0

Then, he noticed the silver discs spaced evenly along the ceiling.0

“I thought it was a festival. Guess it’s a funeral.”0

He scratched the back of his head with one of the discs.0

“If all of these go off at once, the city will collapse completely.”0

The explosives weren’t isolated to one section; they were attached across all the sewer tunnels. Never mind how long and meticulous this was…0

“An entire city collapsing… That would be a huge incident. There’s no way I wouldn’t have heard about it.”0

As someone who had lived through the future, the...0