The Regressed Magic Swordsman Devours the North - Chapter 57

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Chapter 57. Report
The journey back to Seiren was crowded.
After crossing the Yarel Mountains, we traveled in a large Mana Armored Vehicle.
First, there was myself, Director Midgal, Silvia, Lui, Bwindol, and Bill.
Among us Inspection Bureau knights, there were no real problems. We could simply report on everything that had happened along the way.
But when Doctor Chrombell joined this group, the situation changed entirely.
“Manifesting Aura in a blade! That’s the thing! How do you compose the Mana Particle Composition? A lattice? Parallel? Silvia, you have blue Aura. Lui, you have red Aura. This Sion Karsen—fire comes from his Aura. What’s the difference between all of you? Why can’t everyone create fire and ice like that?”
He wandered about the vehicle, asking questions that set everyone’s teeth on edge.
Who was stronger than whom. Were the knights besides Silvia and Sion not making an effort? Did junior-rank knights calculate Mana concentration during regular training? And so on.
My attempts to stop him were useless. His obstinacy was famous from the Resistance days before the Regression.
He seemed better than he was then, but he was still far from ordinary.
‘How am I supposed to stop this?’
My fellow knights had experienced plenty in Travis, and they were holding back their true nature out of respect for Midgal, but in truth, they were all rather exceptional people.
‘Their skills are outstanding too.’
Before the Regression, there had been an incident where visiting nobles and scholars from the Central Empire were beaten by Silvia until they were nearly dead.
‘The Central Empire nobles filed formal complaints, but my father dismissed them all…’
The other knights were the same. Lui, Bwindol, and Bill had all clashed sharply with scholars, calling them “empty-mouthed fools.”
And now a Mage Engineer with no reputation like Chrombell was being rude? The knights would find it hard to endure.
Scholars and knights had always been at odds—I don’t know why, but it was simply an ancient tradition.
“Now listen here, Mage Engineer.”
As expected, Lui stepped forward.
“Doctor Chrombell, if you please.”
“Chrombell or Chromsmile—I’m not sure which. But your words are quite unpleasant to hear.”
“Unpleasant? That’s strange. Even without sufficient knowledge, understanding should have been no problem. Did you perhaps skip your elementary education?”
“Are you insulting me?”
“Insulting? No, no. That’s not it. The thing is, if you can’t understand the question I just asked, then future communication will be difficult. I’m afraid it’s unfortunate.”
……
Anger flashed in Lui’s eyes.
The atmosphere was beginning to heat up.
Silvia was expressionless, unconcerned. Bwindol and Bill seemed to be taking Lui’s side.
Midgal looked at me. His gaze clearly said: after all, you’re the one who brought this guest.
I looked at Midgal and smiled faintly, then whispered.
“Both of them are capable people. This kind of experience will be good for him.”
Midgal nodded.
Unlike Chrombell, Lui was not the sort to do anything reckless or behave irrationally.
‘This is the kind of experience a knight should have.’
That was my thought. But then—
“Tell you what. Let me analyze your Aura.”
“What? Why would I do that?”
“In exchange, I’ll make you a Wave Resonance Aura Storage Device.”
“What are you talking about…”
“See? This level of explanation and you still don’t understand.”
“…Chrombell. From now on, I suggest you choose your words carefully. As a knight, I will not tolerate further insults.”
Lui glared at Chrombell sharply, looking ready to throw a punch at any moment.
Midgal and I simply watched from the sidelines, even as the situation grew tense.
We would step in if it looked like real trouble, but honestly, these weren’t children, and we had no intention of interfering in every little thing.
Of course, Chrombell paid no attention to any of this and continued.
“The reinforced Mana that you process from your Core and wrap around your blade—in other words, your Aura. I’m saying I can store that in an external device. Then you could use your Aura far more abundantly in actual combat.”
“…What?”
Lui blinked repeatedly at Chrombell’s words. He looked absolutely stupid doing it.
“Good grief. You mean to tell me you don’t understand even after I explain it so kindly? My apologies. I overestimated your intelligence. I do beg your pardon for that.”
“Wait. Hold on.”
Lui was about to explode, so I interjected here. I couldn’t let that last remark pass.
“Did you just say you can store a knight’s Aura in an external device?”
“Exactly! Sion! I knew you’d understand! You’re in a completely different league! Khahahaha!”
Chrombell praised me while belittling Lui. Of course, I had no intention of looking down on Lui.
“Lui was simply caught off guard. Doctor, more importantly—if you want their cooperation, you’ll need to work harder at winning their trust.”
“Hmm. Yes, well. I hadn’t thought about that. Suddenly seeing new research data and various knights gave me ideas, you see.”
“Then apologize, and explain what happened earlier.”
“Apologize? Hmm. That doesn’t seem like something I need to apologize for. Instead, let me make a proposal.”
I looked at Lui, and he looked back at me. Our gazes met in the air between us. Without a word, we both nodded in unison.
“Very well. What is your proposal?”
Doctor Chrombell spoke directly to Lui.
“If you can realize the technology I just described—the Aura Storage Device—then you’ll owe me an apology.”
“I owe you an apology?”
When Lui first met Doctor Chrombell, he’d used formal speech. Somewhere along the way he’d shifted to casual language and kept it.
“Exactly. The fault doesn’t matter. The mere fact of achieving technical proof is reason enough to deserve an apology.”
The logic made no sense whatsoever. Yet Doctor Chrombell pressed on, utterly unashamed.
“Conversely, if I fail to create an Aura Storage Device to your satisfaction, I’ll seek you out and apologize on my knees.”
An emotionally charged wager. Still—
“I accept.”
‘Wait. He actually agreed to that? And… he’s back to formal speech?’
“Kra-ha-ha-ha! You’re no complete fool after all, you knight! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
“What cooperation will you need from me?”
“Simple. I’ve built three mechanical devices. You attach them to the back of your neck and between your shoulder blades, then train using your Aura.”
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
“Understood.”
And so began the precarious wager between Doctor Chrombell and Lui. Whether this was a fortunate development, I couldn’t say.
Midgal glanced between Lui and Doctor Chrombell and the other knights, then turned his gaze back to me.
His expression seemed to ask, ‘Was the atmosphere like this the entire time?’ I shook my head. No, nothing of the sort.
I discussed the future of the Special Investigation Division with Midgal.
“It’s a provisional plan, but I’ve drafted a framework for the Division’s investigative policies and authority going forward.”
I examined the investigative policies and authority of the Special Investigation Division that Midgal had drawn up.
‘Hm?’
I was quite surprised.
The authority was far more expansive than I’d anticipated.
The investigative policies were considerably stronger.
Codes of conduct that would never have been seen in the old Inspection Bureau caught my eye.
At this level, each individual knight of the Special Investigation Division would wield authority equivalent to an Inspection Bureau Director.
I never thought I’d find myself saying this to Director Midgal.
“Is this really acceptable?”
“It is. I’ve already shown the draft to the Lord.”
“Director Midgal…”
I was genuinely taken aback. Of course, I would need to visit Father directly and secure his formal approval.
If the Inspection Bureau Director was willing to help to this degree, everything that lay ahead would be not just manageable—it would be easy.
“Thank you.”
The return journey was far from dull. My fellow knights and Doctor Chrombell kept up an endless stream of trivial conversation. An odd combination that seemed mismatched and yet worked somehow.

***
The moment I returned to Seiren, I stopped by my room to wash, changed into my Inspection Bureau knight uniform, and made my way to Father’s office.
I wanted to see how Roman and Sid’s business venture was progressing, but Father came first.
“Huff.”
I hurried to the office door. But I didn’t enter immediately—I paused to catch my breath.
I straightened my appearance.
Before the Regression, the times I’d come here of my own volition and knocked on this door could be counted on one hand.
‘From now on, if it concerns the Territory, I’ll come report even the smallest matter.’
This was my own way of trying to grow closer to Father.
Father was, throughout his entire previous life, one of the most formidable knights alive.
His transformation would reshape the world itself.
Was that truly the only reason?
‘…Yes. That’s the reason. Better to frame it that way than indulge in something soft like familial affection. So. Let me find my courage.’
Knock-knock-
I rapped on the door.
“Come in.”
Father’s voice carried through.
Creak-
I opened the door and stepped inside. Father sat at his desk, immersed in paperwork.
“Father. I’ve returned after completing the mission to establish the Special Investigation Division.”
“….”
“You may have no interest in this, but I’ll brief you on what I witnessed and learned in Travis.”
I recounted to Father everything that had happened. He hadn’t asked, but I pressed on regardless.
Criminal syndicates, nobility, E5 Francis, Post 24, and an artifact imbued with black mana besides.
I even relayed what we’d discovered after all investigations concluded—accounts of nobles with knight backgrounds.
They alone were nearly incorruptible among Travis’s nobility.
The only ones living in the countryside, helping and supporting their territorial subjects together with them, were those knight-born nobles.
“If Ulian, the Snow Leopard, were to receive a noble title, I suspect he’d live much the same way.”
“…….”
Father made no reply to my report, only reviewed the documents. Watching him, I felt I’d done nothing wrong—yet my mouth grew dry as parchment.
Scratch. Scratch.
Father wrote something on the documents, then handed them to me.
I accepted the papers and read them carefully.
“……!”
It was the budget proposal for the Special Investigation Division, and the figures were staggering. Surely he wasn’t allocating this much?
Honestly, I’d anticipated half—no, a quarter of this amount.
“……Father.”
This was effectively the largest budget allocated to any division under the Inspection Bureau.
“Thank you for believing in me.”
“You must ensure this budget is put to good use. And.”
Father continued, his tone detached.
“Filling the personnel roster—that falls to you.”
Your responsibility. The weight of those words resonated within me. It was heavy, yet intoxicating.
Yes, Father. I will do this.
Father rarely let emotion show, but I could sense the subtle shift.
Little by little, ever so gradually, it felt as though the locks on his heart were opening.
“Father, I have one more request.”
“Speak.”
“I’ve purchased a large building near the Lumenia River. I would like to use it as the exclusive headquarters for the Inspection Bureau’s Special Investigation Division. Will you grant permission?”
Father lifted his gaze and looked at me. Our eyes met in the empty space between us.
“It seems the interior renovations are complete.”
“……Yes.”
Father knew I’d purchased the building from Brenner Winston, and that I’d immediately begun interior construction. He knew everything.
Which meant someone had reported my actions to him—and that in turn meant the members of Father’s inner circle, who had been idle, were stirring once more.
The stalwarts of the Platinum Knights, who had faded alongside Father’s reclusion—were they moving again?
It was reassuring, certainly, yet I feared whether defectors might be hidden among them.
Father opened his mouth slowly.
“Proceed with the exterior construction using the allocated budget.”
“……!”
Clear permission—my building was to be incorporated as the Special Investigation Division’s facility.
I smiled broadly and spoke.
“You won’t be disappointed.”
I bowed deeply and respectfully, then left the lord’s office.
It felt as though my steps into this place would be lighter from now on.
The Returning Swordmaster Devours the Northern Region
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: Bang Sim-shim
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: June 16, 2026
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