The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 50

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Episode 50. A New World (4)
I killed Director Iban.
Leaving his charred corpse behind.
I seized all the ledgers and documents.
Lost in thought for a moment.
I climbed out of the building with heavy footfalls.
By then, the rain had stopped.
And the sun had risen.
Sunlight poured between the clouds like pillars of brilliance striking the earth, and my fellow knights and the knights of the Inspection Bureau were already tidying up the scene.
I looked up at the sky for a moment. It felt as though I could see the end of the Special Investigation Headquarters’ Inaugural Mission.
Of course, one step remained.
The shell of Post 24. E5 Francis and the noble bastards who’d grown fat on corruption while turning a blind eye to the deaths of Domain Citizens.
Only once we arrested them would the Special Investigation Headquarters’ standards truly be established. This Inaugural Mission could not afford a single exception, from first to last.
So.
I spoke to the Inspection Bureau knights and my fellow officers.
“We need to clean up this place quickly. Without leaving a trace. And let’s deal with those noble bastards in one fell swoop.”
At my words, Ulian burst into laughter.
“That’s it! This is what the Young Master is like!”
“Knew we could count on you!”
“Decisive!”
The Inspection Bureau knights laughed loudly as well.
Regardless.
I left the cleanup to Ulian and hurried to Cadis 87.
There I met with Ainzac.
And delivered an order.
“Pass it along to the other wandering knights—or rather, only to those whose lips won’t loosen. If you don’t want to keep piling up your comrades’ corpses, I suggest you use your own judgment.”
“…Understood, sir.”
***
Sion and his companions rose early in the morning and washed themselves.
Not carelessly as usual—throwing on a Common Face Mask after a cursory rinse—but washing thoroughly and grooming themselves with real care.
Tomorrow, the Party of Stars would be held, bringing together nobles and businessmen in one place.
That was why Sion had issued these orders.
First: we would attend the Party of Stars. He had already sent official documentation to Duke Kaster.
Second: there, we would arrest every noble and businessman connected to the Travis Incident.
Third: to attend the party, we needed appropriate formal attire. So everyone was to wash up and get ready.
Lui went along with the orders but voiced his objection.
“We’ve mostly investigated the Cadis nobles, but we still haven’t cross-verified the evidence on the provincial nobles, have we?”
That was true—the evidence hadn’t been cross-verified. But Sion was nearly certain of his judgment.
“No matter how much we’re the Special Investigation Headquarters, we can’t arrest nobles without sufficient evidence. And if we move this loudly, won’t the frightened ones just hide their evidence?”
……
Lui didn’t like nobles, but he had no intention of ignoring procedure when dealing with them.
That was why he was concerned in this way.
But.
Sion sighed and replied. Ah. Right. These fools have no sense of urgency.
“Listen carefully. Right now, every moment in Travis is critical. A rebellion could break out at any time. Understand?”
……
“Tomorrow, we arrest all the nobles and businessmen in Travis. After that, we go to their homes and businesses to cross-reference the evidence. The authorization has been approved. We’re just going to push our way in and investigate. And.”
Sion’s eyes blazed as he looked over the knights and continued.
“Any nobles or businessmen who turn out to be unrelated, we release them then.”
A somewhat extreme and rough method. Lui and Bester wondered if this was really appropriate. Silvia said nothing.
But Bwinol, who wanted Travis’s liberation more than anyone, couldn’t keep silent.
“Young Master, why are you going so far?”
Why, exactly.
What was this Inaugural Mission that.
He would arrest nobles whose guilt wasn’t even confirmed yet, putting himself at risk.
How could that possibly benefit Young Master’s future.
Sion answered him calmly.
“Is there really a reason?”
……Yes?”
“Because I want the people here to feel that life in the Northern Region is worth living. That’s the reason.”
“…….”
In that moment.
Every knight fell silent.
Silvia, Lui, Bwinol, and Bill—all of them.
It was Sion who broke the brief stillness once more.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes, sir.”
And so Sion and his companions arrived at Cadis’s largest clothing emporium—or rather, its Department Store.
The Department Store was the first of its kind built in the Central Empire, a complex shopping arcade housing a jeweler’s, a leather-working shop, a clothing section, a Magical Artifacts vendor, and sundries of every description.
Seiren, the capital of the Northern Region, had five such establishments, but elsewhere there were scarcely one or two.
It was, in short, a symbol of the bustling heart of any city—and had only recently opened here in Cadis, the leading city of Travis.
Sion strolled through naturally, selecting clothes suited to each of his companions.
“Silvia. Your hair and eyes are blue, so this dress paired with this necklace should suit you well.”
“I’ll try it on.”
What Sion recommended to Silvia was a White Dress and a Blue Necklace.
When Silvia emerged from the fitting room in her new attire, people nearby drew sharp breaths.
“Oh!”
“My goodness…….”
“What, what is it.”
“Is that even human?”
In finery rather than her usual practical garb, woven from luxurious cloth, Silvia seemed to shine with an otherworldly radiance.
Her deep blue hair and eyes like polished sapphires drew every gaze without a single ornament adorning her neck, commanding more attention than any jewel could.
Passersby erupted in admiration.
Lui, Bwinol, Bill—all of them gazed at Silvia with undisguised adoration.
“How does white suit her so perfectly.”
“It’s impossible.”
“Silvia is divine.”
“Even the noble daughters from the Central Empire wouldn’t compare.”
What a noble maiden’s appearance had to do with any of that was unclear, but in any case.
As she walked toward a mirror, the gracefully pleated skirt rippled and flowed with each step.
Silvia fastened the necklace that had been recommended as an accent piece.
Upon an amethyst base carved in the shape of a flower sat brilliant sapphires that gleamed with inner light.
“In all my years as a craftsman, I’ve never seen sapphires suit someone so perfectly. Though, truth be told, the jewels aren’t the issue here—your eyes themselves are the true treasure, madam.”
The jeweler, as skilled with flattery as with his craft, wove praise that was neither excessive nor meager.
Though to compare her to starlight in the night sky, or to say the shimmer on the Lumenia River couldn’t be more beautiful than this—that was perhaps a touch too much.
Silvia stood before the mirror, studying her reflection with the necklace in place.
She’d spent her entire life in training garb or uniform. How long had it been since she’d dressed herself up like this?
But.
“Do I really need to buy something like this?”
“Yes. You’ve never been because it annoyed you, but noble gatherings require formal dress like this.”
“……I understand. I’ll take this then.”
As Silvia reached for her purse, Sion stopped her.
“Don’t. I’ll buy it.”
“……? Why would you?”
Silvia’s expression asked if he was still laboring under that misconception. Sion answered with a look that pleaded for her to stop misunderstanding at last.
“It’s not that. You’re my subordinates now. Think of it as a gift for your Inaugural Mission.”
As he spoke, Sion rotated his eyes so only Silvia could see him gesture toward where Lui, Bwinol, and Bill were standing.
Silvia nodded in understanding.
Unlike the two who had been nobility from the start, these three knights came from common stock.
Though a knight’s wages weren’t meager, these three were young breadwinners who sent most of their pay home.
There was no way they could afford formal party wear from their own pockets.
“You three. As your commander, I’ll buy your clothes for you. Go change.”
“No, sir! I’d rather take out a knight’s loan and pay for it myself.”
“I have some savings set aside.”
“I have family nearby in this area. I believe solving the case is more important than saving money.”
“Damn it.”
Sion spat a curse at the three who were letting their emotions guide such choices.
Having watched countless people die during this mission, and having grown close to the people here, he understood why they’d want to sacrifice their own livelihood for something.
But from Sion’s experience, such fervor never lasted.
Not that their conviction would break—rather, when the body and mind grow weary, people struggle to think with reason.
Before the regression, this was what the resistance struggled with most.
They labored until they bled, and by the time their homeland had fallen, their families were gone, and even the hope of a comfortable life had vanished.
Some descended into madness with rage, others abandoned all hope for living—the extremes swallowed them whole.
That’s why people must receive compensation befitting their work. They cannot surrender their families, their friends, or their own lives.
After hearing nothing but lectures and curses from Sion on this subject, all three of them dressed in neat formal wear, and even Sion himself donned a black formal suit.
“Whoa! You… you, you!”
Bester Stern had arrived at some point, and now he pointed at Sion while speaking.
“You! What the hell are you doing here!”
Stern had rarely stepped outside his home lately. He had to attend the Party of Stars, after all.
But by sheer coincidence, he recalled their encounter at the North Wing Travis location that day.
“Aha! So it was all because of you!”
As Stern stomped toward Sion, Sion turned his head indifferently to face him.
Stern caught his breath.
After meeting Sion’s gaze, Stern felt the air leave his lungs.
The last time he’d seen him, Sion wore commoner’s clothes. But now? There was nothing but pure nobility about him.
Was he really a noble? But I’ve never seen him before. No—why was he so handsome?
Stern wasn’t the only one surprised. His secretary standing beside him, and even the wandering knight Ainzac guarding her side, were all shocked.
Ainzac had met with Sion periodically to exchange information, and he’d seen Sion’s bare face before.
But at that time, it was dark, his hair was disheveled, and he was so poorly maintained that Ainzac had thought he was merely decent-looking.
‘This was his true appearance all along?’
Then.
Click, click.
Silvia, Lui, Bwinol, and Vil emerged from beside Sion, walking forward.
Each of them possessed fine features, but among them, Sion and Silvia were on another level entirely—reducing everyone else to grayscale by comparison.
“Wow…”
The jeweler, the clothing merchant, a passing pedestrian, Stern, his secretary, and Ainzac—all gasped in admiration.
They looked at Stern with the eyes of those observing an insect, and his face drained of color as if all the air had been sucked from him.
Sion approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Snap.
Normally Ainzac should have stopped him, but he did not. He was nowhere near skilled enough.
Sion’s voice pressed down on Stern with terrible weight.
“We’ll see each other tomorrow, Duke Stern.”
***
Sion had sent an official letter to Duke Kaster beforehand, requesting permission to participate in the Party of Stars.
And the night before the party, Sion entered Duke Kaster’s office alone.
“It’s been a long time, Your Grace.”
Duke Kaster Von Sven rose from his seat and received Sion warmly.
Tall and lean, with white-grey hair and silver eyes, he resembled a grandfather in appearance.
Yet despite this, he was the ruler of Travis.
Sion and Duke Kaster shook hands and then seated themselves on a sofa positioned across from each other in the office.
“Thank you for taking the time despite how busy you must be, Your Grace.”
“Please, there’s no need for such courtesy. No matter how busy I am, I cannot turn away when Prince Carsen himself calls. It would be unthinkable.”
“You understand why I’ve come, then?”
“Of course. You’re here on investigation as a knight of the Inspection Bureau.”
Sion’s face relaxed with relief that the duke had understood, and he continued.
“The Inspection Bureau has recently received several anonymous letters from the Domain Citizens of Travis. So my colleagues and I did come to investigate, but the journey was long, and I must confess—I’m exhausted. Still, I couldn’t neglect to pay my respects to Your Grace, and then I heard there would be a gala tonight.”
Rather than suggesting ‘I’ve been investigating you all this time and just came to settle accounts,’ Sion conveyed ‘I came because I was ordered to investigate, but I just arrived today and I’m rather tired’—with all the nuance of a reckless young man.
He executed it with complete abandon.
The performance was exquisite.
An actor from the Central Empire seeing it would have said they wanted to go study under him.
There was no helping it—before the regression, he had actually been a scoundrel. So he was simply acting as he used to.
“Hah, hah. I see. Well then, I cannot be negligent toward Prince Carsen. I shall have a room prepared for your stay, and tomorrow I’ll send someone to invite you to the gathering.”
Duke Kaster thought to himself, ‘Well then, when I heard Sion Carsen was coming as an Inspection Bureau knight, I should have recognized it. I was being overly cautious.’
The reality was the exact opposite.
Yet even so, he did not invite Sion to stay at his residence. This was because he feared that the other knights Sion had brought might be meticulous investigators, which would be inconvenient.
Thus Sion and Duke Kaster concluded their conversation on a warm note.
The next day.
Morning arrived.
For the nobility of Travis, it seemed this would not be a particularly good day.
The returned Magic Sword Master gnaws through the Northern Region.
Author
: Bangsim
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: June 16, 2026
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