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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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Imperial City. Crow’s Fey Guild Headquarters.
With the deaths of Nicolseta Heisman and Kaelan Heath, the Mystic Island migration plan had gone up in smoke, and only the lion emblem symbolizing the Empire fluttered in the wind.
“Turn back.”
Investigators dispatched from the Imperial Family controlled access for ordinary citizens.
“What happened?”
“They say they tried to start a rebellion by colluding with demons…”
“In this day and age??”
“Crazy, just crazy.”
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Regillus’s office.
Rustle!
Regillus, having received the search warrant bearing the Imperial seal, crumpled it with all his might.
He threw it at Sera’s face and yelled,
“Yellody, Yellody Latasia… what happened to her?!”
“She’s out of contact.”
“What?!”
“…Out of contact.”
She was his last hope.
In the past few days, unbelievable things had happened, exceeding all expectations.
First, Cerberus, the monster summoned by Yellody, was defeated earlier than expected, and that good-for-nothing from the Heisman family was sacrificed, which triggered the disruption of Kaelan Heath’s magic tower activation.
As the magic tower became unstable, Marcosias’s legion couldn’t even set foot on Mystic Island, and even the Archdemon himself lost his life and returned to Pandemonium.
Therefore, the only remaining contact was Yellody Latasia.
“Then, where! Where did she go!!! What is she doing in this situation?!”
Regillus raged, but Sera maintained a calm expression.
“Heisman, is there no sign from the Heisman family?!”
“Due to Nicolseta’s demonization, his brother, Macleod Heisman, has gone into hiding. The rest seem to be under investigation. Including related families.”
“Kaelan, what about Kaelan’s… family?”
The Heath family, who took in the orphaned Kaelan.
A family shrouded in mystery, directly under the Imperial Family, carrying out only secret missions, to the point where there were rumors that the name “Heath” itself was an alias.
“…They say they severed ties with him after his defeat in the Clarice ranked battles.”
“Ha, haha…”
‘I was completely… completely scammed…’
Regillus looked up at the ceiling and laughed, then grabbed Sera’s shoulders.
“Sera, tell me. Do you think this makes any sense?!!”
“…”
“Lev Denec? Just one kid. Does it make sense that this entire grand plan is falling apart because of one kid!!”
“…Calm yourself.”
“Do I look calm right now? Huh? If you had recruited that incompetent bastard properly in the first place…”
“You’re being unsightly.”
“……What?”
Unlike Regillus, Sera was calm.
She continued in a composed tone,
“It’s true that I failed to fulfill my duties, but aren’t you the same?”
“Sera, are you crazy?!”
“The essence of the Black Armor, the inscription ring left by the Pleasure Lord. You haven’t obtained any of them, and you’ve never once stepped forward yourself.”
“You bitch…!”
“You’re… pathetic.”
Regillus raised his hand.
And just as he was about to strike her,
Grab!
Someone grabbed his arm.
“Senior. Long time no see.”
“Y-You?!”
“Don’t add more sins to your already heavy burden.”
A well-built physique, a refreshing face. It was Dustin, the war hero dispatched from the Imperial Family.
“Serves you right, old man.”
“What…?!”
And at the door stood Scarlet, the Archmage.
She declared boldly,
“You should have managed your subordinates better. That woman spilled everything.”
“…”
She pointed at Sera Cervantes, whose expression was serious.
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The fact that the large guild [Crow’s Pay] and the prestigious [Heisman] family had attempted to collude with demons spread like wildfire throughout Clarice Academy.
“Did you hear? That huge monstrous dog that appeared in the selection exam… it was all” intentional.
“You mean it was the demons’ doing?”
“That’s… right? I don’t know for sure, but there are rumors that Crow’s Pay tried to activate the magic tower.”
“Ah, so that’s why they’re investigating…”
“Meanwhile, Macleod Heisman has disappeared?”
“Even if he’s the chairman of the Auxiliary Magic Department… how could he show his face?”
“True.”
As the cadets at the academy gossiped about the incident,
Yeriel, the pure white maiden, walked alone through the courtyard after her classes ended.
[Class Schedule]
[Rank A, Lev Denec]
‘…’
-…Lev, show me your class registration.
“…You’re going to take all of those…? I think you’re pushing yourself too hard.”
“I promised not to leave Lev alone… so this time, I’ll do things my way…”
The class schedule they had arranged together, with her being the one to insist on it.
It no longer held any meaning.
He was gone.
‘Lev.’
Lev. Lev.
She repeated his name in her heart.
It wouldn’t be easy to get used to, but she had to adapt somehow.
Once again, he had sacrificed himself for everyone.
If they hadn’t followed him to the 3rd district, Mystic Island would have become a demon base.
Perhaps, trapped within the barrier, they would have all met a terrible end.
‘Thank you… for saving everyone.’
There was another thing Yeriel was truly grateful for.
That she had completely severed ties with the Heisman family.
If she hadn’t fallen for Lev…
perhaps the Artina family would have proceeded with marriage talks with the Heismans, which would have drawn suspicion from the Imperial Family.
Her mother, whose position was already unstable due to being a concubine, might have been greatly affected by this incident.
In many ways, things had worked out well,
but even so…
‘Lev, I’m… okay.’
The Circular Train platform without him… was too lonely.
“Yes, yes. I’ll be okay…”
Unable to finish her sentence, Yeriel sobbed quietly.
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Pandemonium, the entrance.
A vast, red landscape.
Among the winding rocks, goblin-like creatures, seemingly low-ranking demons, were engaged in some unknown labor,
and orcs in rusty armor patrolled, watching over them.
The surroundings were dark, and there were so many rocks that it wasn’t easy to be spotted, but
Whoosh!
He couldn’t avoid all eyes.
-Crack!
My Wind Arrow pierced the green skin between the gaps in the orc’s armor.
Since I aimed for its neck, it couldn’t utter a word, stumbled around, and collapsed.
The extra technique gained at Crossbow Mastery 9 was [Silence].
In other words, it made no sound.
‘Yeriel, Aria.’
Thinking of those two,
I immediately turned around and instructed,
“Now. This way.”
“W-Wait… a moment!”
“Shh!”
I put a finger to my lips and pulled her along.
“!”
Her body, as delicate as Yeriel or Aria, was easily pulled along.
“Senior, how are the surroundings?”
“Two, I think? If we go around east and west, that’s it.”
We had wasted too much time.
Of course, the best course of action would be to use spatial magic to return as soon as Psyche Revived, but
that wasn’t possible.
Since Aria’s awakening had divided Psyche’s power, to successfully teleport, we had to find a place on the outskirts, or somewhere close by, where demonic magic power was minimal.
“Haa, haa. I’m sorry. I’m… not used to controlling my body yet…”
She, with her slender wrists and ankles, looked at me and gasped for breath.
‘This is bad.’
Perhaps due to her long slumber, Psyche didn’t seem to be in good condition.
“It’s alright. Let’s rest for a bit.”
I approached her and offered her some water.
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‘How does he have all this…?’
The ashen-haired man’s bag seemed to be enchanted.
Of course, it would have a spatial expansion enchantment, but…
water, food, potions, even simple traps.
He seemed to have whatever was needed at any given moment.
As if he had anticipated every situation.
“…”
The warmth from his hand, when he pulled her up onto the rock, still lingered on her wrist.
‘Is his only purpose… really to escort me?’
If it weren’t for him, Psyche, having lost her power, might have become a plaything for the demons.
‘…If that happened… I probably wouldn’t be able to fulfill Kroon’s request…’
Psyche cautiously examined the face of the man who would become her benefactor.
His sharp, almond-shaped eyes seemed to reflect his personality.
-!
For a moment, their eyes met as he drank water.
-?
He raised an eyebrow, as if asking what was wrong.
“…”
Normally, people treated the Saintess, the messenger of God, with such Reverence that they felt uncomfortable even making eye contact, let alone physical contact.
But he treated her casually, like a stranger unaware of her identity as the Saintess.
“Psyche, this way!”
‘Perhaps even more so than Kroon…’
It was a familiar feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Anyway, his request was for her to help him return to the Empire as well.
That wouldn’t be too difficult.
The teleportation magic she used was a bit different from ordinary magic.
Classified as a Divine Revelation, [Miracle of Repose] consumed divine power to return to a place where a sanctuary existed.
Therefore, if he was indeed a human, not a demon, there would be no problem returning together.
But wasn’t the situation too contrived?
‘Psyche, a Saintess must cherish her body… there are many who covet it.’
As Psyche pondered, recalling Kroon’s advice…
“Hmm~. It seems we’re almost there.”
At the demon girl’s words, the ashen-haired man spoke again.
“Let’s push on a little more. If we just go over this ridge, we’ll be on the outskirts, so I think you’ll be able to use divine magic.”
“…”
“Saintess?”
“Ah, yes.”
“Shall we go?”
“Ah, about that…”
At this rate, she would be swept along by the man’s pace.
Her wrist would be pulled again.
‘The power I must pass on… to my successor… Aria…’
So, Psyche mustered her courage and asked,
“W-Well…! I’d like you to tell me now. Why are you two here?!”
She was the Saintess.
If these people were lying, she would be able to tell.
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