The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 46

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Episode 46. Securing Evidence (2)
One day while collecting evidence.
I had a delivery to make to the Bester Marquis Estate.
There was a pig of a young master named Stern, the one who’d stolen my car that day. According to the housemaids,
“Wait. Why won’t the young master come out of his room? How many days has it been now?”
“You don’t know?”
“No.”
“He got ambushed on his way home a few days ago.”
“What? Really? I was on vacation—I didn’t hear about it.”
“Yeah. They took his car too. Ever since then, he’s been locked in his room.”
“Ugh.”
‘Pathetic bastard.’
I slipped into the estate through the Shadow Room, then secured the evidence—ledgers and all the rest.
I could’ve left right then, but something made me turn toward Stern’s room.
In the dead of night, a man sat before Stern’s door, tearing at his own hair.
I’d seen that face before.
The hunting dog—Ainzak, wasn’t it?
He looked troubled, his expression twisted, sighing heavily.
I slipped into his shadow to hide, then left a letter at his feet.
‘If you want your car back, come to the Abandoned Factory at 87th Street tonight at midnight. Remember this—come alone. I won’t be so merciful a second time.’
Then I tapped his foot.
“Aagh!”
Ainzak yelped and jumped, then looked down. He found the letter and read it straight through.
He glanced all around.
Then sighed again.
“Ha… haha. Damn it. What’s happened to my head?”
***
11:30 PM.
Cardis, 87th Street.
I hid myself deep in the shadow of an alley, my shoes infused with mana to trigger the Shadow Room at any moment.
Tick… tick…
Time fell like grains of sand. Soon it was 11:45. I stepped into the shadow space.
…Tick…
Ten minutes before midnight. Heavy footsteps. A man approached. It was the hunting dog, Ainzak.
I used Mana Sensing to check if anyone had come with him. No one.
I spread my mana further, expanding the range. Wider. Wider still. Still no one.
He really had come alone.
I stepped out of the shadow space at once. Maintaining it consumed mana too rapidly. I caught my breath quickly and steadied myself.
Tick.
…Exactly midnight.
Heavy steps.
I stepped out of the alley.
Ainzak flinched. He swallowed hard, looking at me. His expression seemed to say,
-Damn it. Where the hell did you come from?
Without knowing about the Shadow Room, he couldn’t possibly figure it out even if he died and came back to life.
And besides, even without this kind of skill, his ability wasn’t enough to perceive me.
In any case, this time I wasn’t wearing the delivery mercenary’s Identity Mask—I had on the one I’d borrowed (?) from Q.
So I bore the same face as the day we’d stolen their car.
“Ha… so it really was you.”
Ainzak recognized me and scratched his head.
“You really did come alone.”
“Of course. I know your skill. If you want to live, you follow.”
“You mean you’re not just chasing money?”
“Money is a means, not a life. Not in that order.”
Even knowing I was stronger, Ainzak didn’t crumble into servility. He had guts.
I nodded lightly and got to the point.
“Change is coming to Travisx soon. I’d like your cooperation until then.”
“……”
Ainzak thought for a moment. He seemed to have many questions, but asked only one.
“What’s the pay?”
“Your lives, and those of every Wandering Knight in Travisx.”
“……Ah.”
He deliberated a moment longer. Then he spoke.
“I can’t say I understand it all, but if you fail, I know nothing about it.”
It was a thoroughly Wandering Knight’s answer, and I liked his reply.
“Fair enough. When you do cooperate, do it properly.”
“Understood. What do you need?”
“Everything you know.”
“Good heavens. Where do I even start?”
That day, through Ainzak, I learned a remarkable amount.
First, that Duke Caster had issued a Summons to the nobility.
A grand conference would be held, and only those nobles with territories in Travisx could attend.
“So in not long at all, all the Travisx nobility will gather here in Cardis.”
“And on that day, there’s a party for the young noble scions?”
“Indeed. It’s called the Party of Stars, and both my lord Stern and I shall be attending.”
“Do business magnates come as well?”
“Of course. Nearly every significant entrepreneur in Travisx will likely attend.”
Ainzak explained why the Party of Stars was important.
“The Duke’s conference admits only the nobility, but the Party of Stars allows anyone with proper credentials, however loosely defined, to enter.”
Loosely defined credentials meant that anyone with connections through the nobles—businessmen, merchants, Wandering Knights—could gain entry.
‘How carelessly they conduct these affairs.’
Besides, though it was billed as a party for young nobles, most of the nobility attended anyway, making it the true place where meaningful exchanges actually took place.
“I see.”
“By the way, where’s the tea?”
“Go fetch it.”
“……Very well.”
I was still deciding whether to give him tea after the job was done. In any case, Ainzak made a small bow and departed.
‘The Party of Stars, then.’
“Hmm.”
Frankly, my colleagues and I had already nearly finished our investigation, and now they convened a conference?
I was astounded at the administrative competence of the Travisx nobility.
‘They likely thought nothing of great importance would happen.’
Or perhaps they deemed their own interests more urgent and deprioritized the Inspection Bureau’s work. Or they were arrogant to the point of madness.
Either way was infuriating.
I’m sorry, but that party will have to be ruined.
That day will be…….
The day every noble in Travisx goes to prison.
***
Ominous rumors circulated in every corner.
Dark conspiracies proliferated.
Fierce confrontations erupted.
Yet where people dwelt, the scent of humanity lingered.
My colleagues and I, blessed with the iron stamina that comes with knighthood, could work without rest and cover tremendous ground.
As we did, people from the Nord Wing’s Travisx branch began approaching us one by one.
“How is the headquarters? Ah, haha. I was born and raised here and have never been anywhere else.”
“By the way, do all the delivery mercenaries at headquarters have such incredible stamina? Truly. I’m known for my endurance in this line of work myself…….”
“Bah! Would these people be delivery mercenaries from headquarters for nothing? Look at those taut muscles.”
“Goodness. If anything comes up later, please do help us out.”
The very people who had begun with outright hostility soon drew near, exclaiming “We’re neighbors now!” and sharing food, recommending good restaurants.
Is this what they call country hospitality?
When we visited the market, the local women would sometimes come asking if we were the new delivery personnel, conducting all manner of inquiries about us.
On those occasions, I simply said we’d been dispatched from headquarters.
In any case, with all five of us working tirelessly, the information we gathered was staggering.
The ecology of each noble house, their dealings with businesses and merchants, their entanglement with Crime Organizations, and more.
As information accumulated, I conveyed it to the Inspection Bureau Director using the Mirror Notebook, and evidence was passed along through P of Nord Wing. P smiled broadly, grateful for the work. It was not an unpleasant sight.
On the seventh night.
We gathered in the basement of our lodgings and assembled the evidence on the table.
We organized each piece, traced the connections, and tracked the flow of funds.
At the end of that murky trail, two names became clear.
“Most of the funds flow to two locations.”
One was Caster, the Duke of Travisx. That was inevitable—he was the Territorial Lord of Travisx.
But the problem lay with the other one.
“E5 Frensis.”
These cursed bastards had scattered money across all of Travisx so lavishly that evidence overflowed.
Moreover, there were even circumstances suggesting they’d orchestrated the kidnapping of Territory Subjects through Crime Organizations—there was no reason left to delay the crackdown.
As I looked at that name, I whispered another name in my heart.
Red Fang, Jeffren, Post 24.
‘We’ll meet soon.’
***
Ulian and Seltae led all the hostages out from the Yarel Mountain Range.
They arrived safely at the Ancient Fortress where they’d been sheltering, and returned most of them to their original homes or places where they could live.
When a daughter they’d thought they’d never see again returned, the arrival of an elderly couple who collapsed on the spot caused quite a commotion.
But most of those rescued came to Ulian and Seltae’s team members and spoke like this.
—I don’t know what words to offer. Back then I truly believed I was dead… No, I wished I were dead.
—Even now when I dream, I feel my body being clawed at and beaten. Spat upon. My hair twisted and dragged around. I remember that man. But still… I must go on living. I was able to live thanks to you heroes. Thank you so much.
—I went out to the fields early in the morning to work, and when I came back, my children weren’t there. They didn’t return even as night fell. From that day on I abandoned my work and searched for them everywhere. Those were days like hell itself. I thought they were dead… Thank you for saving them.
Among those offering thanks, some asked Sion and his companions to receive their gratitude on their behalf.
But most expressed their thanks directly to the team members before their eyes.
For Ulian and Seltae, it had been ages since they’d felt truly alive as Knights.
And they recalled to whom they owed all of this.
Sion Karlsen. Where was he now, and what was he doing?
In any case, once word spread that the captives had returned, the Self-Defense Force reached out requesting a meeting.
They’d refused to meet when asked before, so this was considerable progress.
After actual contact was made with the Self-Defense Force, Seltae joined forces with them to fight the Crime Organizations gnawing away at Travisx.
Even prioritizing the protection of Territory Subjects over full-scale warfare, clashes erupted frequently—and each time they claimed absolute victory.
Naturally. The gang members were numerous and vicious, but they lacked strength.
Meanwhile, their side comprised Knights who could single-handedly sweep away entire organizations. Common soldiers stood no chance against them.
Inevitably, the Self-Defense Force’s momentum surged.
The name of Ulian’s alias—Mili—echoed throughout the region.
—Mili! Mili! Mili!
—Hero Mili will protect us.
—Mili and the heroes will sweep away the bad ones.
Mili. In other words, Ulian rapidly became the great hero of Travisx, and this shift in circumstances breathed hope into the people of Travisx.
Hope brings change, they say. The anger and grievances suppressed all this time encountered that great wave and became an unstoppable tide.
More weapons were distributed, Healing Potions provided, and Self-Defense Forces were established across wider territories.
Hope spreading like wildfire among the common folk undermined the Crime Organizations and gave the nobles headaches.
Of course, this didn’t mean the Self-Defense Force was plotting rebellion or attempting anything against the nobles.
For now, they merely fought against the evildoers trying to kill them and protested against the indifferent nobility.
And the Self-Defense Force’s ability to make such reasonable judgments came 90% from Seltae’s command.
The strongest presence, Ulian, nurtured and guided the Self-Defense Force carefully while keeping watch to ensure they didn’t cross the line.
However, Ulian understood that this precarious tightrope walk wouldn’t last long.
So he stood gazing at the night sky, a cigar between his teeth, exhaling hazy smoke.
“If a great uprising occurs, even I can’t stop it.”
The smoke shimmering beneath the moonlight scattered and vanished from sight. Where did the dispersed smoke go?
Ulian wished for that smoke to drift and flow toward Sion, to reach him.
If only it weren’t too late.
***
News of ‘Mili’—that is, Ulian—spread across all of Travisx, and the nobles governing each region were gathering in the capital, Cardis.
This was because Caster von Sven, the Duke, had issued a Summons, and the announced agenda contained two items.
1. Regarding the mysterious armed organization recently appearing in Travisx and the great hero ‘Mili’.
The nobles showed little interest. Honestly, they’d already pocketed enough payment.
They’d promised to turn a blind eye, but what could they do about Territory Subjects refusing to go willingly?
That was just a failure of E5 Frensis and the Crime Organizations’ abilities, they figured.
But.
The second agenda was intriguing.
2. Investigation by Inspection Bureau Knights.
If it were merely an investigation, there would be nothing worth noting.
However.
This time was different.
They possessed investigative authority over the nobility itself.
But honestly, he hadn’t thought much of it. Surely, renowned knights wouldn’t conduct an investigation without proper grounds.
They were nobility, not common folk. What could possibly happen? That’s what he’d believed.
So he’d finished his work.
They’d agreed to gather whenever they had leisure.
These men never dreamed it.
That the knight’s blade had already come to rest beneath their chins.
The Returned Demon Blade Swordmaster Devours the North
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: Carelessness
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