After leaving the District 7 wall garrison and arriving at Ecliptic Karnon via military magic circle, I barely opened my eyes before spotting a group of knights waiting ahead.
I was a bit surprised.
"We've come to escort you, Baron Yandel."
Could it be because it's wartime?
Not just ordinary soldiers, but those proud royal knights came out to greet me like this.
"Please, step into the carriage."
Escorted by the royal knights, I boarded the carriage and headed straight to the "Palace of Glory" where I've visited multiple times for title ceremonies and parades.
'Definitely feels like wartime now.'
The Palace of Glory looked completely different from usual.
Not just the atmosphere, but really.
"Identity of Baron Bjorn Yandel has been confirmed."
Even the identity check at the gate was several times more thorough, and once inside, I saw the wide open space filled with the lord's garrison.
Ah, of course, it wasn't an ordinary garrison.
'Feels like it's all officers here.'
Since it's not the frontline, communication equipment was set up everywhere, and soldiers standing there looked more like pen-wielders than sword-fighters.
Some were spread a map on a table, discussing something seriously…
"This way is the command center."
Following the knights' guidance inside the Palace, familiar faces began appearing here and there.
Count Perdehilt.
Viscount Mulbark.
Count Alminus…
Seeing them greeting me from afar felt strange.
I felt like I see these people more often and feel more familiar with them than knights, officers, guild branch leaders, or high officials.
'Even Count Perdehilt's first meeting with me was at a banquet…'
Back then, I was a barbarian warrior fighting and brawling with knights, eventually earning the nickname "Knight Crusher" and the "Garfas Necklace" as loot.
'That was years ago…'
Now I am a titled noble who enjoys immunity from ordinary laws and is punished only by noble laws.
Also, I'm the leader of one of the six races forming the city and lead a clan as an explorer.
But somehow…
'I think those were the best days…'
Rushing to tackle level 6 monsters, watching the mana overload on the third floor, having tense exchanges with explorers in the labyrinth, and living day to day.
When mentally exhausted, those days always come to mind.
To outsiders, my status and situation must have improved vastly since then.
"The Supreme Commander is holding a meeting now, so please wait here briefly. You're free to be anywhere within the Military Command."
"Understood."
With that, the knight who guided me left, and I planned to casually look around and gauge the atmosphere.
"How long and where exactly did you train?"
A familiar voice accompanied by a laughing White-Tooth woman approached.
"Ah, Baron Lirivia."
Member of the Melbes, the allied noble races, and my most friendly branch leader.
Known as the Rabbit Baron.
"How much stronger are you planning to get there?"
Since we were somewhat close, she spoke playfully rather than formally, making me chuckle.
"How have you been?"
"Fine, until all this broke out."
"I see. Anyway, good to see you. What's going on? Anything I need to know?"
I asked bluntly; the Rabbit Baron hesitated a moment.
"Hmm… how much do you know, Baron Yandel?"
"I rushed here and don't know much. Just tell me everything as if I know nothing."
With that, the Rabbit Baron thoroughly explained the current situation from start to finish.
Here's a summary of what I learned for the first time…
"The enemy actually infiltrated the Ecliptic?"
"Not the main force, but an elite squad."
When the Befron barrier vanished, Noirark forces went out and formed a special unit that penetrated to the Ecliptic.
But no significant damage occurred, and after being detected once by a patrol, no traces were found.
"Didn't you notice while coming here? The whole city was covered in patrol units."
Yeah, I did see soldiers.
But I thought they were just defense troops.
"We don't know their purpose, but so far, no major damage has been found."
Basically, it means the Noirark special forces that infiltrated Ecliptic might still be hiding inside Karnon.
"But don't worry too much. With such a small force, they wouldn't dare step foot inside the royal palace. This place is safe."
The Rabbit Baron seemed to genuinely believe that.
And it's not a strange belief.
Looking at the forces deployed at the palace now, less than thirty special troops trying to invade would likely be wiped out in minutes.
But…
'Do you think those bastards don't have a plan…?'
Since we don't know what they're aiming for, unease naturally grows.
So…
'Better to assume even the palace isn't a safe zone.'
That was the mindset I settled on.
Listening more, I learned many new things.
The Rabbit Baron is a titled noble, after all.
Naturally, she knows high-level info inaccessible to commoners.
"Though they used magical war machines to push them back to Befron, the Military Command suspects they planted spies during that time."
That the royal family is conducting extensive searches in refugee areas to root out spies.
"I've heard rumors that the Military Command is planning a full-scale sweep of Befron with all forces soon."
Info about the future war situation.
"Your clan is currently in District 7, right? If so, damage could occur there too."
Even whispers that couldn't be ignored.
"…What does that mean?"
"This… should only be known by you, Baron."
The Rabbit Baron glanced around, lowered her voice to a whisper, and said:
"Separately from the Noirark invasion, the royal family feels the explorers' power has grown too much."
"…What?"
"You see, the longer the war from the Dark Continent's 7th floor continues, the more the explorers visibly grow stronger."
Ah, that explains it.
I could somewhat relate.
During the war, the royal family had to reward explorers.
Small and medium clans merged into larger forces, acting as mercenaries, rapidly growing by using the essences and equipment given.
"So the drastic measure to close the labyrinth wasn't just to check the Noirark forces."
"Yes. No one has officially heard the royal family's stance, but many privately think so."
"But why would the royal family try to curb explorer power?"
I voiced the question I'd long had, and the Rabbit Baron answered:
"Isn't it obvious? Any power that grows louder will demand more and greed breeds bloodshed. To rule this city, absolute power is necessary."
Hmm, politically that makes sense, but I sensed it's not the full story.
It's not just about explorers growing stronger and speaking up.
From my experience, it feels like they want to prevent explorers from reaching deep into the labyrinth itself.
'Like trying to block us from reaching the depths…'
My thoughts flowed smoothly until they stopped there.
Thump—
Wait a minute.
"..."
If what I just thought is true—
"Look, Baron Yandel is here."
"His appearance means his clan has arrived at the front."
"Good timing. Though small in numbers compared to big clans, each member is like a hundred men."
"There's a saying that if an explorer reaches the 10th floor for the first time in thousands of years, it'll be Baron Yandel and his comrades."
Are we the most dangerous clan here…?
The 3rd Command was hastily built inside the largest building near the District 7 wall.
Knock knock.
A knight with a tense expression entered.
"Commander, urgent news arrived from the Military Command."
"Speak."
When the man sitting before a large map gave permission, the knight opened the door and began reporting slowly.
"The first report is about the Befron cleanup operation. Due to security clearance, the documents weren't available, so the commander must review them personally."
"Understood. What's next?"
"Notification that Baron Yandel arrived at the Military Command."
"…I see."
The man receiving the report pondered briefly, then took the documents and dismissed the knight.
Then—
Creak.
He broke the seal and immediately checked the contents.
Dates, times, troop deployments—information more valuable than anything in war and must never fall into enemy hands.
As he scanned the detailed lists, his expression stiffened.
'They want us all dead.'
The elite troops sent to the rear, and the explorer forces sent to the most dangerous frontline.
The intent of the ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) deployment was painfully clear.
At the very end of the documents was one short line:
[Effective immediately, Baron Bjorn Yandel is incorporated into the Military Command and will not be reassigned.]
No need to wonder what the higher-ups want or whether there's a hidden meaning.
"Sigh…"
The man put down the documents and let out a long sigh.
[Do well.]
[…]
[There will be no second chance.]
Those chilling words the barbarian left echoed in my ears.
"I don't like this."
The orders from above were very uncomfortable.
After all, he was still a human being.
'What the hell is the royal family thinking…?'
The man put down the papers displeased and called back the knight.
"This is the deployment plan from the higher-ups. Inform only the senior officers quietly."
"Uh, this is…"
The junior officer seemed to realize the intent immediately and trailed off.
I could understand his feelings.
The man still disliked the content of the documents.
But…
"These are orders from above. No objections allowed."
You can't always do only what you want to survive in this city.
"…Nia Lafdonia!"
Because he's not a barbarian.
-x-X-x-
Inside the grand chamber of the Palace of Glory.
"What did you say? Say it again."
I slammed my hand on the desk as I spoke, and the Prime Minister and current Supreme Commander, Marquis Terserion, replied without changing his expression.
"I will say it one last time. As Supreme Commander, I cannot approve your reassignment."
That was the response to my request to be sent to the frontline where my clan was stationed.
It was an expected answer, but hard to accept.
Because none of the reasons made sense to me.
"Why is reassignment impossible?"
"You are a titled noble."
"I heard that reassignment is possible if the person requests it?"
"In the military, decisions ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) are made for the good of the group, not individuals."
"How is me going there not in the interest of the group?"
It might seem uncharacteristic of a barbarian, but this time I laid out my argument as logically as I could to persuade him.
But…
"You have duties within the Military Command. I have judged those duties more important than you fighting directly on the frontline."
"Duties…?"
"I am telling you in confidence. Ecliptic Karnon is not safe. Ruthless Noirark have infiltrated here that day, and the Intelligence Division has yet to uncover what plots they hide."
"…And what does that have to do with me?"
"No matter how sturdy the building, if its pillars collapse, it must fall. The titled nobles gathered here are those pillars supporting this nation."
"I asked what that has to do with me."
"There's no one more specialized in 'protection' than you. I don't ask much, only that you stay here to prepare for emergencies."
"Ha…"
Despite the sigh, I could understand why they clung to me like this.
Of course, that didn't mean I accepted it.
'After all, I'm a barbarian.'
A simple brute warrior who knows nothing but fighting.
A barbarian of this era unbound by laws or etiquette.
'Still, I'm a little worried about what happens behind.'
Sigh. Then what should I do?
Ignore everything and smash the fool?
'Or…'
Just then, sensing my strange thoughts, the Marquis muttered to soothe me.
"But well… the reason I can't send you out is because of those Noirark hiding in this city. If you can find and eliminate them all, who knows? Then I might consider your request."
At those words, some sort of 'ding!' alert sounded in my mind.
'A kind of preliminary quest…'
So all I have to do is solve this?
In games, sometimes there are places you can't enter due to 'No Entry' signs, but certain quests unlock them.
In some ways, this situation was just like that.
[Exterminate all Noirark special forces hidden in Ecliptic Karnon.]
Completing this quest would allow me to leave the Ecliptic and legally join my comrades at the frontline.
However, there was one downside…
"Then bring my clan here. I'll take full responsibility to find them."
"Impossible."
"So you want me to find them all alone?"
"No matter what you say, it's not possible. If only your clan gets special treatment, how would other explorers feel? No one would truly fight for the royal family."
I considered scheming, but the Marquis dismissed it immediately.
"Of course, you'll need personnel. I'll assign suitable people to you."
Getting some manpower made it not a totally pointless attempt.
"Let me tell you in advance: you and your assigned personnel will be specially organized for this mission, but their affiliation is the Military Command."
"Understood."
"You seem not to get it, so I'll say again: never leave Ecliptic Karnon without permission. Doing so will be considered desertion."
"…I said I understand."
"Good. Then you may leave."
With that, my private meeting with the Marquis ended, and I returned to the main hall of the Palace of Glory to chat and gather info with other nobles.
"Haha! What's there to worry about? This incident is nothing but their last desperate spasm. The royal family's power is absolute, after all."
"I've heard they plan to 'cleanse' everything soon, but who knows how it'll turn out."
"Also, His Majesty the King has not appeared even now, so it seems his health shows no sign of improvement."
Most of it was useless talk, but I tried to talk with as many as possible to gather news.
And how long had passed since then?
"Baron Yandel, all the troops the Supreme Commander mentioned have arrived."
I was able to meet the 'personnel' the Marquis mentioned sooner than expected.
Nineteen people total.
Including me, that makes twenty, who will be organized as a 'Special Search Squad' under the Military Command…
I didn't really care about that.
Only one thing surprised me.
"…Yandel?"
"Raven…?"
Haha, I never thought the Marquis would assign this guy to join us.
"Are you seriously the leader of this Special Search Squad…?"
Raven was also shocked, probably not having known beforehand.
"Well, that's how it happened. Let's work well for now."
Knowing Raven's ability, I was glad and reached out my hand.
But Raven had a troubled expression even while shaking it.
"…I'm really starting to feel nervous."
"Nervous?"
"Nothing much. I just suddenly realized this mission is going to be very dangerous."
"Don't worry. I don't plan to screw up."
"When have you ever done that?"
…Hey, that's harsh to a barbarian.
"Anyway, what exactly will we be doing?"
"Hmm? Didn't you hear anything before coming?"
"No, I only know we'll be searching for something. It was so urgent I only guessed it must be important. So, what exactly is it?"
Because it seemed we were dragged in knowing nothing, I explained the mission.
"In short, we'll start from scratch and find those people even the royal intelligence hasn't located?"
Raven's expression soured, as if sighing.
Feeling a little sorry, I swallowed my pride and bowed.
"Please take good care of this."
"Well, even if you say that… I don't have any supernatural powers or anything…"
"You can only do this if you want to reach your comrades."
Seeing my desperate gaze, Raven finally exhaled.
"Ha… I understand. I'll do my best."
"That's enough."
I wasn't just flattering him. After all the time spent together, I knew him well.
Given his personality, such words meant he was sincerely ready to roll up his sleeves and help.
'The Marquis actually cared enough to send us.'
It was strange for him to do something I liked, but I shook hands with the other new squad members.
"As you know, I'm Bjorn, son of Yandel. What's your name?"
"Marcus Beitlan."
"Oh, from the Beitlan baronial family?"
"Not direct line, collateral branch, Baron."
I took time to check each person's identity and skills.
There were ten knights, three mages, and five 'search operatives' treated as special posts even within the military…
"Do the search operatives have detection abilities?"
"Yes, Baron."
"How strong?"
"No one can escape our sight within a 20-meter radius."
Their voices brimmed with genuine pride.
It wasn't baseless.
"You know, even when the royal knights guard the city gates, at least one search operative always participates."
If the royal family uses them for gate security, their abilities are definitely proven.
I stopped focusing on the operatives and looked at the last man.
He wore plain black uniform with no markings or insignia.
"You're from the Intelligence Division?"
"Yes, Baron."
"Name?"
"I ask your broad understanding that I cannot disclose that under Intelligence rules."
"Then at least answer this: is your name or surname 'Hans'?"
"…?"
"This is important. If you don't answer, I'll have to kick you out regardless of Intelligence."
"I don't know why you ask, but I am not Hans."
"Swear by the royal family's name?"
"…I swear."
Okay, so no Hans at all.
A member of the Intelligence Division wouldn't lie under the royal family's name.
"Then what should I call you?"
"Call me Nameless."
That tone, that outfit, and that name 'Nameless'—
Definitely someone without many friends.
Alright, decided.
"Nameless is too long."
"What do you mean by Nameless is too long—"
"I'll call you Mumu from now on."
The new name 'Mumu' had no meaning to him; his face was puzzled.
"…How is that shorter?"
"Mumu and Nameless. Isn't the pronunciation shortened?"
"…?"
"If you hate it, tell me your real name and I'll call you that."
Saying that slyly, Mumu sighed deeply and shook his head.
"Enough. What does a title matter? Call me whatever you want."
"Alright, Mumu."
"..."
Even after consenting, he still looked like he'd just bitten into something sour over the name.
Well, I didn't care.
Clearly, the Marquis planted this guy here; no reason to treat him well.
"Anyway, before we start the search, I want to hear what Intelligence has found so far."
"I came prepared for that."
Mumu then shared everything the military had searched, what was found, what clues were uncovered.
Of course, nothing useful.
"So basically, they searched everywhere but didn't find a single hair?"
"Basically, yes…"
"Hmm, then maybe all the Noirark hiding here are bald."
"…Are you serious?"
"No, just kidding."
Does he really think barbarians are a brainless race?
"Alright, let's head out."
"Any leads?"
"No, but wandering around might jog some ideas."
"..."
Mumu looked like he wanted to say a lot but held back.
Like he thought this was just wasting time.
"But thanks to you, we narrowed it down a bit."
"…?"
"Means the Noirark didn't hide in normal places."
Mumu looked at me like I was stating the obvious but this was important.
"Looks like noble family mansions haven't been searched."
When I pointed out the areas Intelligence hadn't checked, Mumu flinched and hurriedly spoke.
"Baron? Surely you don't mean…"
He sounded doubtful as he spoke, but I wasn't willing to compromise on this point.
"It wouldn't be strange if some families were colluding with the Noirark."
"W-We're not ignoring that possibility, you know?"
"Raven, does our Special Search Squad have authority to search inside noble mansions?"
"I don't know."
"Then let's say we do."
Mumu looked shocked at my casual answer, glancing at Raven, who simply nodded.
"Yes. Since the Marquis formed this unit, he'll handle the aftermath. Besides, all the branch leaders are gathered in the Palace of Glory; servants won't dare stop us."
"What are you two talking about?"
"Good, then it's settled. Hurry up. We must raid many families before the branch leaders catch wind and intervene."
"Yes, but what does 'raid' mean exactly…?"
"Who knows? If we find suspicious items, we take them for examination."
"Ah…"
Raven's disdainful look showed he understood I meant secretly pocketing useful things while searching noble houses.
Maybe he was just tired of stopping me.
He gave me a resigned look and asked:
"Which family do we start with?"
Oh, that one?
Of course.
"Our first destination is the Terserion marquisate."
I wonder what the Prime Minister is hiding in his mansion?
-x-X-x-
Among the noble families, there might be a traitor.
This wasn't just idle talk—I meant it seriously.
They say you can understand the depth of water, but not the depths of a person's heart. Among the thousands of noble families, it wouldn't be surprising if at least one harbors ill intent.
"Are you really planning to go to the Marquis' residence?"
"Yes. It's possible the Marquis is in collusion."
Of course, that was just speculation.
The Marquis isn't insane; he effectively acts as the king's proxy and the top figure in the kingdom—why would he side with those scoundrels?
The chance is extremely slim.
'Hmm… but it's not impossible, right?'
Honestly, I don't completely rule it out.
There are suspicious things about the Marquis—not just one or two.
He's hiding something.
So I planned to search his house while I had the chance.
"Um… may I quickly use the restroom?"
Ah, clearly he's stalling and trying to send a message to someone behind us…
"No."
"B-But it's really urgent."
"Is using the restroom more urgent than saving this country?"
"..."
As expected, no one dares to argue against the 'nation.'
"Just soil your pants then."
"..."
That shut down the restroom excuse immediately.
Still, since Mumu showed signs of wanting to stray, I had prepared one countermeasure in advance.
"Raven."
"Yes?"
"I heard there's magic that emits a jamming wave to block outside communication. Can that be used during travel?"
"Unless it's an auxiliary device, it's limited. About a 3-meter radius."
"What if we only block outgoing signals, not incoming?"
"Hmm, then it can be used more widely."
Oh, really?
"Implement it immediately. This mission is top secret."
Raven quickly cast the magic, and with communication cut off, Mumu's stiff face forced a tight smile.
"What are you whispering about alone? Let's go."
After checking the special unit's security, we headed straight to the Marquis' mansion.
I don't know if it was instinct or what, but without any prompting, Raven stuck right beside Mumu as we moved.
"Um… wouldn't it be better to stay close to Baron Yandel?"
"No? I'm comfortable here. Why should I go there?"
"..."
Well, just give up and follow already.
People like that rarely last long.
Makes sense—like a lizard, they're not bothered to hold onto a tail they can spare.
"..."
As Mumu quieted down, other soldiers began whispering among themselves.
The gist was simple.
"Is this really okay?"
"Then you try to stop it."
"But… Baron, you have a point, right? Since this unit was made by the Prime Minister, we don't have to worry about the aftermath—"
"No, what nonsense is that! We're about to ransack the Prime Minister Marquis' house right now!"
"Oh, right, that's true."
"…If this goes wrong, won't we all be dragged to the tribunal?"
They were very resistant to the idea of breaking into the mansion of the Marquis, the de facto ruler of Raphdonia.
However…
"Still, let's just go. What can we {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} do?"
"…That's true."
They knew the law was distant, but a barbarian close by; so while they murmured anxiously, they took no action.
"Um… Baron Yandel, what brings you here?"
Upon arrival, the Marquis' butler, now a very familiar figure, eyed me suspiciously.
"I received no prior notice from the Marquis. Unless you arranged a meeting—"
"Today, I am not Bjorn Yandel."
"…Excuse me?"
"Today, I come as the captain of the Military Command's 'Special Search Squad.'"
When I revealed my new status, the butler looked even more bewildered.
Understandably so.
He likely had no idea what a 'Special Search Squad' was to begin with…
"Why would the Special Search Squad come here?"
The butler couldn't imagine.
He must have grown dull-witted serving the mighty Marquis family—one glance from them and even a tiger would bow low.
"Our reason is simple."
"..."
"We're here to conduct a search."
"…What?"
Ignoring the butler's confusion, I strode inside.
Though the squad hesitated to follow, they soon came after me.
"What are you waiting for? Get in!"
"…Yes."
The soldiers guarding the mansion hesitated, but given our previous rampage here, they didn't obstruct strongly.
"B-Baron!"
"Y-You can't do this here!"
"If the Marquis finds out…"
The soldiers tried to settle the matter through words rather than force.
But if words worked, I wouldn't be here.
"I am Bjorn Yandel, captain of the Military Command's Special Search Squad! Step aside! Anyone who blocks us or interferes will be considered traitors collaborating with the Noirark and will be dealt with!"
My bold intrusion left even the soldiers and butler dumbfounded.
Had something really happened?
Was I here because I knew something?
Everyone was stuck, unsure what to do.
'There are indeed some smart ones.'
Several soldiers with keen judgment rushed to me.
"This is the mansion of Marquis Terserion, Prime Minister of this country!"
"It's my duty to protect this mansion."
"Waaaaah!"
They attacked but were promptly knocked out by my quick strikes.
They might wonder why they bothered fighting if it was so futile, but I respected their resolve.
Better to fight and fall than not fight at all.
At least they'd keep their jobs.
Unlike those slackers.
"Uh…"
"Uh…"
With every step I took, they retreated.
Watching them, I thought:
When I leave, dozens here will surely lose their jobs.
Ah, but that's none of my concern.
Where's a lifetime job these days?
"W-We really went inside the mansion…"
The squad trembled nervously, worried about what might come next.
Time for me to show leadership.
"Don't worry. I'll take responsibility. Nothing will happen to you."
I'm a hero who keeps every promise.
A warrior who doesn't know how to lie.
Because of that image, their expressions softened a little.
"From now on, you have one task: follow me and thoroughly search this mansion for anything suspicious."
"..."
"Come on, let's search! This isn't an everyday opportunity!"
After a brief morale boost, we started the search in earnest.
Clang!
I smashed statues with a hammer that might hide Noirark inside.
Crunch.
I ripped off paintings that might conceal them.
"Hm, none here either."
"Is this really okay?"
"It's not just okay; it's how searches work."
The royal search operatives paled listening to a barbarian lecture on 'searching,' but maybe my boldness gave them courage.
"Ah! I don't care anymore!"
"Tear everything down! Noble houses always have secret passages!"
Like baby birds learning from their mother, the squad threw caution to the wind and followed my lead.
Crash—
Clang.
Scrrrtch.
The Marquis' mansion quickly turned into a wreck.
The butler who greeted me earlier looked like he'd been struck by lightning watching the destruction.
His reactions were amusing.
"Ugh! How much did that cost…!"
He flinched as if his money was disappearing.
"Stop! There's nothing behind that painting! Don't tear it down!"
"That makes it even more suspicious. Tear it down quickly… really nothing?"
"Ahhhhhhh!!"
He screamed in anger.
"I'm finished… I'm done…"
As if sensing his own doom, he muttered to himself.
"Hurry, hurry! No time to be thorough, move quickly!"
From now on, it was a race against time.
Our actions surely reached the Marquis' ears by now.
So…
First floor, second floor, third floor…
We swiftly and thoroughly devastated the Terserion Marquis' mansion.
But knowing it was the home of the Marquis and his ancestors made it all the more satisfying.
'This is pure stress relief.'
"Behel—laaaaaaah!"
I smashed even more enthusiastically, snatching expensive items whenever eyes weren't on me.
How long had it been?
"Finally found it."
We arrived at what seemed the Marquis' study.
I tore off the bookshelf attached to the wall, revealing a hidden iron door.
"Of course there would be a secret room."
"What now? That door looks pretty solid."
"Come on."
Like this was the first time.
[Character No.687 equipped Siege Slayer.]
Quickly swapping weapons, I swung the iron mace at the door repeatedly.
Though the door was thick and dented with every blow, it showed no signs of breaking.
'This is going to take a while…'
What now?
As I pondered, one search squad member stepped forward.
"Um… may I try?"
Oh, right. We do have knights here.
"Go ahead."
I stepped aside and the knights channeled their auras to hack at the door.
No matter what metal it was, the door resisted their aura somewhat, but eventually the locking mechanism was cut and the door opened.
"The Prime Minister's secret chamber…"
I wondered what was hidden below the stairs.
Just as curiosity peaked and I was about to descend—
"Baron, I won't go in."
"Me neither."
Our brave squad members who searched vigorously now balked.
The reason was simple.
"We know the value of our lives."
"You have to know what not to see to survive."
Tch, fair enough.
From their point of view, this could feel like a life-or-death matter.
We were about to peer into the Marquis' secrets.
"Fine. Then I'll go down alone."
"…What? Alone?"
Raven seemed to want to follow, but I shook my head to stop him.
On second thought, it seemed best if I went down alone quickly.
So…
"I'll be quick. Stop anyone who tries to come down."
With that, I headed down the hidden stairs behind the iron door alone.
The stairs weren't too long and soon led to a space big enough for a person to live in.
Not knowing how to light it, I pulled a candle from my bag.
Then—
Flame flickering—
The chamber lit up brightly as I activated Barbarian Candle Mode after a long time.
I glanced around, then froze.
Bookshelves flanking both walls.
A small desk and chair for work.
By appearances, it looked like an ordinary secret study…
But…
"Wow, fuck…"
A curse escaped my lips.
Even if there had been secret plans here to kill me, it wouldn't have been this much.
Why?
Bookshelves, desk, walls, even the ceiling…
"What the hell is all this?"
The walls were plastered with pictures of a woman.
Everywhere.
Like the room of some obsessed stalker.
-x-X-x-
I picked up a picture stuck to the bookshelf and took a closer look.
The picture was thin and not framed.
It seemed to have some sort of magical treatment or coating, like a thin film covering it.
It was almost like looking at a modern photograph.
Anyway, that wasn't important…
'…Who is this?'
The woman in the lively, photo-like painting wore an elegant dress.
She wasn't quite a stunning beauty, but her bright smile was very charming.
What was unusual was that she had black hair and black eyes at the same time—something rare to see in this world.
'Somehow, she looks familiar…'
Or rather, a face I had seen often?
As I stared at the picture for a long time, I looked over at another painting where the figure's figure was emphasized—and then I understood why I felt that way.
'…She looks exactly like Ragna.'
Black hair and black eyes.
Apart from those two features, the facial features were very similar to Ragna's.
'Then… could this woman be Ragna's biological mother?'
There wasn't any clear proof or anything like that, but it was only natural to suspect it logically.
I mean, think about it.
Ragna's middle name, "Litaniel," is actually the name of the nurse who raised him, not his biological mother.
[So, what about his mother? Do you know what happened to her?]
[I heard she passed away on the day she gave birth to me.]
Then there's Ragna, the marquis's illegitimate child.
And the woman who looks exactly like her found in the marquis's secret library.
'But if he made a room like this… he must have really cared about Ragna's biological mother…'
After looking around the paintings in the room once more, I finally took my attention away from the pictures and searched other areas.
There was nothing except writing tools near the desk, so I focused on the bookshelf…
[Royal Meeting Minutes 17~18]
[Explorer Status Report Year 02]
[11th Race Council Minutes]
[Draft Plan for Labyrinth Progress Year 117 IV]
[217th Dimensional Collapse…]
[…]
What were these books?
They didn't look like ordinary books at a glance…
Actually opening and reading them, they felt more like public records than published books.
In the meeting minutes, the entire volume was filled with who said what.
The plans and reports were formatted like documents submitted by field workers to their superiors.
'But why would the marquis gather all this here?'
I didn't know, but as I flipped through the pages, some parts were underlined.
For example, in the '11th Race Council Minutes':
[Before the dignity of the Immortal King, all race leaders prostrated and kissed the ground.]
That part was underlined.
Also in the 'Draft Plan for Labyrinth Progress Year 117 IV':
[Due to the much steeper than expected growth of current explorers, the Labyrinth Management Department must prepare separate countermeasures.]
That part was also underlined.
"Hmm…"
While roughly reading, I noticed small books under the desk connected to it.
'…Are these diaries?'
The reason diaries came to mind right away was simple.
They were much smaller than the other books, and there were a lot of them…
And above all, the years were written on the covers.
'If these are really diaries, that'd be amazing…'
With a hopeful heart, I pulled out the earliest year's diary and opened it.
But what was this?
"…?"
Even though the pages were densely filled with writing from the very first page, I couldn't read the contents at all.
It wasn't just bad handwriting.
'This isn't Raphdonian or ancient language…'
It was a script I had never seen before.
It wasn't Korean or English either.
What language on earth was this?
My mind was full of such questions when a sudden thought struck me.
'Ah, could it be some sort of cipher?'
Even in modern times, it's said that each country used its own cipher during World War II.
I'd even heard that Raphdonian army units used their own 'ciphers.'
'Better take it with me.'
I quickly packed it into my Aspace bag as something to decode later.
And…
'There's nothing else to see.'
Confirming there was nothing else to take, I finally approached the only framed picture in the room.
A woman's name was written on it.
[Meirin Hyunvenia —————.]
For some reason, the last name was scratched out harshly with something sharp, making it unreadable.
Below the name were numbers likely representing birth and death dates.
And…
'What's this symbol?'
In the lower-left corner of the painting, there was a symbol similar to the Taegeuk.
A sphere combining red and blue.
'…Could the marquis be some kind of evil spirit too?'
That thought suddenly crossed my mind, but I judged the possibility to be low.
The color scheme matched, but it was somewhat different from the Taegeuk symbol I knew.
"Hoo…"
Anyway, I thought I'd seen everything now.
Just as I turned around to leave—
Kwaaaaang—!
What was that sound?
Could it be that the marquis already sent troops after hearing the news?
I didn't know, but I definitely heard it.
"Aaaah!"
A scream.
And that meant something was wrong upstairs.
Tatatatat—!
I hurried out of the secret space and ran up the stairs.
And…
Tat!
Just as I kicked off the last step,
I saw about a dozen people facing off against special forces blocking the secret room's exit.
Surprisingly, quite a few faces were familiar.
"Thought there might be some unexpected variable."
A man looked at me coldly and spoke in a dry voice.
"Again, it's Bjorn Yandel."
The deputy chief of Orculis.
Maan, Roland Banonzant.
And beside them—
"Really amazing. How did Baron find out we were hiding here?"
A member of Orculis.
The Witch of Screams, Liranne Vivian.
And awkwardly standing above—
"This is quite troublesome."
A member and also part of the Round Table.
"Pisit…"
Even the corpse collector, Abet Nekrapeto.
'Looks like the others are Orculis members too…'
I had ordered the destruction of the marquis's estate to find hidden Noarques.
I couldn't help but be genuinely surprised.
'Why the hell are these guys here?'
Is this really happening?
The standoff quieted the moment I appeared.
"Aaaah…"
Except for the scream of one of our men who lost an arm while going down the stairs, it was otherwise very quiet.
"Raven."
When I muttered the name softly, Raven quickly finished explaining.
"While you were downstairs investigating, we found a hidden groove in the floor and opened it. The authors hiding underneath appeared."
Right, that's what happened…
The events while I was away started forming in my mind, but it still felt unreal.
I only thought we could legally(?) search the marquis's estate, not that we'd really find these guys.
Well, they seemed as startled as I was.
"Randolph, didn't you say the marquis's estate would be clean in the search?"
The deputy chief asked in a reproachful tone, and the bespectacled man next to him awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
"Hahaha… yes, that's right. When I calculated it, the chance of this happening was zero percent…"
Zero percent? What the hell.
I'm not so naive as to believe there's zero chance of anything.
Just then—
"This means…"
The deputy chief turned his gaze to his comrades and emitted a murderous aura.
"It can only mean information leaked from the inside."
Uh…
Could that really happen?
"Death to traitors."
While feeling somewhat stunned by the current situation, having survived many adversities through quick thinking, I saw a way out.
Before I could organize my thoughts, words slipped out of my mouth.
"What is it? Nekrapeto."
"…Pisit?"
"Come here quickly, we'll protect you now."
Until then, he seemed to have no clue what I was talking about.
But then—
"The information was really accurate. Thanks to you, we found them. With this, you'll get a new identity in the city too—"
As I spoke quickly,
"W-what are you saying!!"
The moment he realized the situation, he panicked and waved his hands wildly.
"N-no! I…! Deputy chief! That guy's just talking nonsense! You're not really going to believe him, are you? Maan, who can see through the truth?"
When the deputy chief gave no answer, he spoke even more desperately.
"I-I would tear him to pieces a hundred times over if I could! R-right…? You're not really believing this…?"
"…Of course not."
"Phew…"
"But judging by how flustered you are babbling nonsense, I get the feeling you might suspect something."
Words with some truth behind them, not just empty talk.
"Yes, if no one leaked info, this situation can't be explained."
The bespectacled man standing next to the deputy chief added a word, making Nekrapeto's eyes go wide.
And then—
"Just to be clear, I have nothing to do with Nekrapeto."
Even Vivian, who usually called him 'brother,' drew a clear line, making him look like he might jump out of his skin from frustration.
He must have felt utterly wronged.
Of course, that wasn't my concern.
'Well, you should've behaved better.'
Yeah, same here.
Do you think our comrades would flinch if the Noarques said something like that?
Right, so…
"What is it? Hurry up and come."
"W-why should I go there?"
"Why? There's no point in hiding anymore."
"Then why don't you stop talking nonsense!"
"Ah, are you feeling guilty about betraying your comrades right in front of their eyes?"
"Wh-what…!"
He took a step forward, getting excited as he tried to charge at me.
But I didn't have to stop him.
Because someone else stepped forward faster.
Chachachat.
The bespectacled man next to the deputy chief.
He moved quickly and blocked Nekrapeto's way before he could get to me.
"…Huh?"
Nekrapeto looked quite surprised to be blocked by his comrade.
Seeing that, the bespectacled man continued in a businesslike tone.
"Please stop your sudden outburst. If you act like that, it could look like you're trying to flee."
"Uh… no, it's not that… I was going forward because…"
"If it was for battle, Nekrapeto would have even less reason to approach the enemies."
"I-I really wasn't trying to fight…"
"Ah… so you mean you weren't going to fight?"
"No, that's not what I meant…"
"Deputy chief?"
When the bespectacled man briefly asked for the deputy chief's opinion, the deputy chief nodded grimly.
"It's better than fighting with a suspicious person behind your back. Detain Abet Nekrapeto. Make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."
"You heard that, right? So just come quietly."
"N-no, what did I do wrong…!"
"Yes, yes. We'll discuss that later. For now, just come here. Even if Nekrapeto goes missing, it won't be a big problem, right?"
Okay, so one down for now?
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Let's see—one, two, three, four, five, six…
'Seventeen.'
A special forces unit belonging to the Noarque, consisting of 17 members.
Of those, I only knew the names and faces of three, but thanks to those three, I could gauge the level of the remaining fourteen.
Actually, I didn't even need to know three.
The deputy chief of Orculis.
Maan, Roland Banonzant.
Just knowing that bastard was the commander was enough to predict the level of the other members.
Each one was an elite of the Noarque, capable of taking on a hundred men alone.
Naturally, if they clashed here with a bang, we'd have no chance.
Unless I had all our clan members with me.
Among the current group, the only reliable comrade was Raven at best.
Moreover, five out of the twenty were special operatives specialized in 'exploration,' rather than fighting.
But…
Thump thump.
Despite all that, the reason I didn't immediately think to run was very simple.
Think about it.
It had already been quite some time since we entered the Marquis's estate.
'By now, they should be coming soon…'
As I watched the corpse collector being handcuffed, that thought crossed my mind silently.
"Bjorn Yandel…! You damned bastard…!"
The moment he glared at me with hatred-filled eyes.
Was he trying to curse me to prove his innocence?
Maybe, so I didn't react much even when a double curse flew at me suddenly.
"One day, I'll gouge out your eyeballs with my own hands, chew them up, grind up your guts and throw them as food for goblins! And then spray preservatives so they never rot—"
"I understand. So you're saying there's [N O V E L I G H T] more work for us on your side."
"…Huh?"
"Did you hear that, Banonzant? As you just saw, the corpse collector was not colluding with me, Bjorn Yandel. He's truly innocent. So release him."
Of course, the deputy chief didn't release him after hearing my words.
He probably didn't fall completely for my trick, but as the commander, he wanted to block any variables just in case.
And the result was—
"Th-th-th-th…!!"
The corpse collector trembled as if suffering from some speech impediment and could barely finish a sentence.
At that moment—
Tatatatat—!
From outside the door came the distinct sound of armed troops rushing busily.
"This is… becoming troublesome, deputy chief."
The bespectacled man who seemed smart muttered, and the deputy chief stared at me.
"…So it was a stall tactic."
But Banonzant's eyes showed no particular emotion.
No frustration, no annoyance, no surprise.
He was just staring at me.
At first, I couldn't tell what the dry gaze meant, but soon I realized.
'Curiosity.'
Pure data gathering before sizing me up.
Indeed, his later reactions suggested he had gathered some data on me.
"A truly troublesome opponent."
"…"
"Release Abet Nekrapeto."
"…Yes?"
"There are no more variables."
Though no explanation was given, the bespectacled man obeyed the order without question.
As if he had absolute trust in the deputy chief's judgment.
"I told you, I'm not involved!"
The corpse collector, freed from his comrades' grip, vented his injustice.
Did he feel better now that he was free?
"Hah… Really! To be manipulated by the tongue of such a barbarian… I just can't understand it!"
His flustered, formerly vanished refined speech style had returned.
Seeing him like that, I wanted to give him a light tap on the head right away but—
Kwang—!
The previously closed door was violently pushed open, and a white-haired knight entered, leading his subordinates.
"Enough, Baron Yandel! The Supreme Commander has ordered your dismissal and punishment for overstepping—"
Like a police officer with a warrant, the knight entered shouting as soon as he came in.
But after checking the room's situation, his face stiffened.
"…Huh?"
Looking at his somewhat dazed expression, I couldn't help but wonder.
"Why on earth are they here…?"
I must have had that same expression earlier.
The Noarque special forces unit, who couldn't be found anywhere, was discovered inside the Marquis's estate.
And here I was, facing off against them while being accused of 'overstepping.'
'Well, there'll be no punishment now that we have results.'
It was like catching a rat while backing away, but the world only cares about results.
So now, the only problem left was to sweep these bastards away along with the knights here…
"Long time no see, Morgan Karitumore."
"You are… Maan?"
Apparently the deputy chief and the knight knew each other, and the surrounding people murmured at the name the deputy chief spoke.
"Karitumore…"
"The Second Royal Knight Commander…?"
"Is that the famous 'King's Knight'…?"
Since he was sent by the Marquis to get me, I expected no small fry but a real heavy hitter.
'Morgan Karitumore.'
Known as the 'King's Knight,' former personal guard and right hand to the Reformer King.
After the Reformer King fell ill and retired due to political reasons, he recently took over as head of the Second Royal Knights, which had been vacant…
"…Pisit, what a rare sight."
Everyone's surprise at his arrival was understandable.
Though Banonzant was a big deal too, he wasn't in the same league name-wise.
Before retirement, ninety out of a hundred city people considered this man the strongest.
"Maan, Banonzant. Your presence here means… Baron Yandel really succeeded in his mission."
"Uh…"
"…So it is."
"I heard you recklessly stormed into the Marquis's estate, but that wasn't the case. I thought it strange for someone like you to act that way."
"…"
"How did you manage that? Even the Royal Intelligence couldn't grasp the information."
"The secret is… reasonable deduction and suspicion."
"Ha ha, so you can't reveal your sources?"
"Uh…"
"…"
Feeling the pressure from the gaze of a very capable senior, I just kept quiet.
Half the battle is won when you do that.
"Anyway, the situation is urgent, so we'll talk later. After capturing all these insolent rebels."
"I'll help too."
With that, the King's Knight—or rather, to keep it simple…
'Glad he's not the Holy Knight.'
The old knight drew his sword, and I prepared for battle as well.
Our forces were overwhelmingly superior in number, and the terrain favored us.
The Marquis's office had no windows.
'Probably to prevent external intrusion.'
His mansion was also famous for its durability.
Built in exactly the same way as the King's residence.
The exterior walls weren't made of ordinary materials, and countless spells were layered on them so thickly that it was said to hold out for at least a minute even if the world ended…
"Lay down your weapons and beg for mercy."
The only exit door was blocked by the King's Knight.
"This is your only choice today."
Banonzant showed no reaction as he watched the old knight point his sword with dignity.
He simply said quietly:
"Fine. We surrender."
…Huh?
"…What did you say?"
The King's Knight asked again, surprised, as if he thought he misheard.
The deputy chief replied expressionlessly:
"I said we surrender."
…An entirely unexpected development.
Orculis's special forces surely infiltrated here with some purpose.
But they surrendered so meekly?
Not fighting to the death even in the final moments?
Anyone could tell something was suspicious and unpleasant.
That's why the King's Knight personally led the operation, arresting them thoroughly.
But…
"…"
"…"
They truly made no resistance until the very end and were quietly arrested, ending the situation.
"…You've done great work, Baron. Congratulations."
"We also worked hard, so please tell the Marquis…"
The men the Marquis had assigned were puzzled but happy about the situation.
Maybe to dispel hidden anxiety behind their joy, they tried to spin hopeful scenarios.
"At first, I wondered why they acted that way, but thinking about it, it was a natural response."
"Yes, with the King's Knight personally arriving, what else could they do?"
"They must have decided there was no choice but to surrender."
Well, sure, it was a disadvantageous situation for them.
But I couldn't believe it.
This time it wasn't just a hunch—I had grounds.
'No one… not a single one resisted? That's nonsense.'
After the deputy chief declared surrender, no one objected.
Not the corpse collector, nor the Witch of Screams.
Not even the bespectacled man who looked like a faithful right hand, or the other members.
You'd expect at least one to say:
'Deputy chief! What do you mean surrender?! Let's fight to the end!'
'If we're captured like this, we'll just be tortured to death!'
'I'd rather die fighting!'
Some would show such reactions, but there was absolutely none.
Unless they had planned and discussed this beforehand.
'…There's definitely something going on.'
The problem was I had no idea what that was, and there was nothing I could do for now.
"…Karitumore, what will you do with them?"
"That's outside your mission, but since you played a big role capturing them, I'll answer you. They'll be transferred to the royal palace. Then imprisoned and interrogated by intelligence agents to extract everything they know."
Yeah, that's how it was going to be…
"…Can't we just kill them all right here?"
I raised the possibility that they might have surrendered on purpose, but the King's Knight didn't even acknowledge it.
More precisely, he listened and rejected it.
"I understand your point. But we are at war, and to win this war, we need the information they have."
"So you mean there's no justification."
"Exactly. Who would take responsibility if we killed those who already surrendered and were captured?"
"…"
"Please understand that responsibility cannot be taken on mere intuition."
The King's Knight firmly refused my demand.
But maybe feeling uneasy, he personally checked the prisoners' restraints multiple times, even doing unpleasant work.
And after some time—
"We will now transfer them to the royal palace. Since these are highly important figures, anyone showing negligence before the mission is complete will be severely punished."
Then he led them out to the garden and loaded the Noarque one by one onto special prisoner transport carriages, which had been prearranged.
But… what was this?
"Bjorn, your son Bjorn."
The deputy chief, tied up and dragged into the carriage by knights, spoke to me.
"See you next time."
With those words came a meaningful smile.
No one would mistake that for the face of a man going to die, and that gave me certainty.
I'd regret letting him go like this.
"…Split?"
I uttered in disbelief, and the deputy chief fixed me with his unpleasant glare.
"Is that so? Would I harm you? Someone like you with so much to lose?"
"…"
"You're more rational than you look. And dealing with such people isn't very difficult—"
I cut him off with a short reply.
"Yes."
"…?"
But he didn't understand what I meant by 'yes.'
Maybe he had a suspicion?
"Was that a threat?"
The deputy chief asked, eyes full of 'curiosity,' and I answered—
Using both the hammer in my hand and my mouth at the same time—
"Yes."
Krajak—!!!
This would surely cause trouble later.
Krajak—!!!
But better to leave some aftereffects than none.
If I missed this chance, I doubted there'd be another.
So…
Krajak! Krajak! Krajak!
Was his name 'Maan'?
I couldn't have mistaken the man more.
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As someone who's smashed countless skulls with a hammer, I can tell you there's one thing that always shows up when you hit someone with one.
No, to be precise, there's a certain expression.
"Huh?"
Did I just get hit?
"Huh?"
Why can't I feel my body?
"…Huh?"
Am I… dying like this…?
Like that.
Meaninglessly…?
Krajak-!!!
Most people hit in the head with a hammer have this kind of look in their eyes, confused about whether the moment is real or not.
Krajak-!!
Even while seeing their head getting smashed in real time, they just can't fully grasp it.
Well, this guy would be even more like that.
He didn't get hit during a fight, after all.
[If that were the case? Would I harm you? Someone like you with so much to lose?]
He even had this strange conviction.
So right now, his head getting smashed probably felt even less real.
But then…
"St-stop! What are you doing?!"
This is Raphdonia.
"Baron Yandel is causing a disturbance!!"
A harsh world where a single mistake means death.
Yeah, so…
Krajak-!
Mistakes have consequences, right?
"B-block him!!"
Ignoring the knights trying to restrain me, I kept pounding his head with the hammer.
Krajak-! Krajak-!
Orculis members' eyes went wide, and even our search team's faces turned pale as I kept going.
Krajak, krajak, krajak-!
I hammered again and again, as carefully as someone testing a stone bridge before crossing.
And then…
"…"
No more faint screams, only a squelching sound like mud being mashed.
Krajak!
Feeling the familiar texture through my fingertips, I backed off from the hands of soldiers who were trying to stop me.
"Baron… what on earth are you doing?"
The King's Knight rushed to me without even checking the deputy chief's condition, his face complicated.
From countless experiences, he immediately knew.
If someone's head is smashed that badly, there's no chance of survival, even if a cardinal is right there.
"Killing the most valuable prisoner without any procedure can be interpreted as treason, depending on one's point of view."
"Ah, sorry. I got too excited because he insulted me suddenly."
"An insult…?"
"He sneered at me and called me a coward."
"Is that true?"
The King's Knight checked with the nearby knight after hearing my excuse.
The knight hesitated, then told the truth honestly.
"He never called you a coward. He just said you were more rational than you looked—"
Okay, that's enough.
"Isn't that just a polite way of calling someone a coward!!"
I cut off the knight's statement with an outburst, and the King's Knight grabbed his forehead.
"…Enough. The reason doesn't matter."
"Oh, so you're going to let it slide?"
"I'm not letting it slide. But as I said, responsibility must be taken. The angry Marquis will surely hold you accountable for this 'mistake' of yours."
The King's Knight looked more worried that the Marquis might harm me than wanting to blame me for what I did.
In fact, he seemed to like me a little more.
"But one thing is clear."
"…?"
"Honestly, I was worried because you're from another race, but there's no doubt about your patriotism."
Oh, so he thought I was doing it for the country?
I don't know, but I do know one thing for sure.
"Though the Marquis rules and shakes the country, I'll try to do my best. Don't worry too much. It's loyal subjects like you who keep this country standing."
The King's Knight didn't like the Marquis who was effectively acting as regent.
'…Got a strong backer from an unexpected place.'
Maybe today's incident would end without too much trouble after all.
As I was brushing blood and flesh off the hammer, that moment—
"C-commander!"
A knight who was gathering the corpse hurried over with shocking news.
"H-he's alive!!"
"…Huh?"
"Maan, Banonzant are still alive!"
No, this is crazy.
"Really?!"
…Alive?
Sometimes in the media you see it happen.
Just when you think someone's finished, the one you thought dead stands up, stronger than before, and starts round two.
Of course, this was nothing like that.
"…Keh, kehhk."
Instead of charging stronger, he was coughing blood and rolling on the floor like someone barely alive.
No second round coming.
Only the King's Knight stood in front of me, worried he might cause more trouble.
"That's enough."
"…"
"If you take one step forward, I'll cut you down. For your own good."
Phew… what to do now?
While hesitating, the knights, signaled by the King's Knight, quickly loaded the deputy chief onto a carriage and left.
Too slow to follow in this clumsy state.
'…Damn.'
I gave up cleanly.
Yeah, I did all I could.
If he's alive after taking that beating, it's not my fault but the enemy's skill.
That's the right way to think.
But there was one thing I was curious about.
"…How the hell did he survive?"
"I'll let you know after the investigation. For now, stay here and calm down before returning to headquarters. I'll inform the Marquis."
Yeah, even the King's Knight didn't know.
How the deputy chief survived.
Probably some item or essence.
'He said he'd tell me later, so I'll wait for that.'
"I hope you'll be calmer next time we meet."
With that, the King's Knight left.
Afterward, I cleared my head in the Marquis's garden and then checked the refuge where the Noarque had been hiding once more.
'So this is what the layout was like.'
If the secret library was for work, this place was literally a refuge.
You know what I mean?
Like those 'panic rooms' built into foreign houses to prepare for break-ins.
'Nothing special…'
After a quick look, I told the soldiers to finish the investigation and headed out with my team toward the palace.
And then…
"The Supreme Commander is calling you."
As expected, I was summoned by the Marquis as soon as I arrived.
"Everyone else leave."
"But…"
"It's fine. Don't make me say it twice."
"Understood."
After sending all the guards outside, the Marquis created a private meeting.
He glared at me for a moment and then spoke.
"So… you really found them while searching our family estate?"
"Luck was on my side."
Though 100% truthful, the Marquis didn't seem convinced.
"Where did you get the information? Was the corpse collector really your informant?"
"That was just to buy time."
Again, I told the truth, but the Marquis didn't even listen. He just stared at me, trying to guess which part was true.
Why ask if he wasn't going to believe me?
A waste of breath.
"Enough. Now keep your promise."
No time for pointless back-and-forth, I cut straight to the point.
"You found all the Noarque hiding in the city, including the deputy chief of Orculis. Isn't that exceeding the mission?"
"You mean Maan, the one you tried to kill unexpectedly?"
"An accident."
"Hmm, that looks like a planned accident. Like needing to 'silence' someone…"
If he went that way, I couldn't stay silent.
Though not the best tank, the best defense is offense.
"Well then, if that's so, who looks more suspicious? You or me?"
"…?"
"More suspicious is you, who hid the Noarque special unit in the family estate, rather than me, who smashed the deputy chief's head."
Honestly, this wasn't just made up to attack, but something I really found suspicious.
At first, I thought the Noarque had sneaked into the Marquis's family without his knowledge…
[Fine. We surrender.]
No matter how you think about it, that response couldn't come without someone powerful backing it inside the royal family.
And the most likely candidate was this guy.
"…I didn't hide them."
"Then what happened to those captured?"
"They're locked in the royal underground prison. Intense interrogations by intelligence agents will start soon."
"Hmm… I see…"
I stopped the topic there and [N O V E L I G H T] returned to what we were talking about before.
"Anyway, you kept your promise. Now send me to Sector 7."
"…That's impossible."
"Why?"
"Don't misunderstand. It's not that we won't let you go at all."
"Then explain it properly so I understand."
"You searched our family without permission? We can overlook that because of the result. But trying to kill a valuable prisoner in front of everyone is different."
Simply put, good deeds don't erase mistakes.
"So say it plainly. What do you want to do?"
"Considering Sir Karitumore's words, I won't ask for much. Think of it as discipline to maintain order—just two days, exactly two days."
When I asked about the discipline, the Marquis said it was 'detention.'
But I'd be locked in a noble's prison in the royal underground first floor, much better than a normal inn, so I could think of it as a rest.
The environment didn't matter much.
What mattered was time.
And more important than that was this Marquis's intent.
"Two days…"
Ha, what to do?
If this guy doesn't approve, I'll never get back to Sector 7.
"This is my final offer. No compromise. Even if you desert."
The only legal way to get to Sector 7.
After considering, I made a decision.
If I deserted now or disobeyed discipline, things would only get worse.
They even said I wouldn't have to wear shackles.
If something went wrong, I'd just smash the bars and get out.
Yeah, so…
"Two days. Exactly two days."
"…Good choice."
Let's watch and wait.
'The Marquis is a really suspicious bastard.'
I have no intention of letting things go his way.
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It had been a very long time since I'd been locked up.
Well, calling it a prison might not be quite right.
The royal underground prison was full of all kinds of rumors—terrible monsters locked inside, huge criminals thought dead in the labyrinth being tortured.
'…The hot water comes on faster than at my own place?'
The facilities were far too luxurious for a prison.
Like staying in a five-star hotel suite.
There were three rooms, and the bed was so big I could roll over twice sideways and still have space.
There was even a large bathtub in the bathroom…
"…Not bad at all."
Of course, not all underground prison cells were like this.
I was in a special cell set apart in a corner of the first basement floor.
A place where even though they were criminals, those who received the royal family's respect were imprisoned.
Well, the imprisonment was probably more for show than real punishment.
Anyway.
"Baron Yandel, may I have a moment to talk?"
Just a few hours into my incarceration, the first visitor came—the very same King's Knight I had met earlier…
He expressed surprise at my patriotism.
Asked if I was uncomfortable with prison life.
Said to tell him anytime if I needed help.
He said the Noarque were being interrogated by intelligence agents on the fifth basement floor, and it was revealed that the deputy chief survived thanks to an 'essence.'
He treated me favorably, made small talk, then left with a somewhat meaningful final remark.
"…I'll take my leave now. As I said before, rest without distractions for two days. The Marquis's lack of action toward you might have another meaning."
"…Huh? What do you mean?"
"Perhaps he's hoping you'll escape. Even if the period is just two days, escaping is still a crime."
The King's Knight left, leaving me deep in thought.
'He does have a point.'
After all, the Marquis treated me surprisingly well in prison.
Knowing my personality, he °• N 𝑜 v l i g h t •° could have put far more restrictions to prevent me from escaping.
They put me in a special cell and didn't even shackled me.
Honestly, if I wanted, I could rip off the door right now and walk out…
"…Hello?"
Not long after the King's Knight left, a second visitor came.
What kind of place is this where anyone who wants can just visit?
It was a bit funny, but then I thought…
'Well, not just anyone.'
Only those with access to the royal underground prison could come in.
Like the second visitor who had just arrived.
"Ragna…"
"Long time no see… Are you comfortable? I heard it's different from what you expected, but you can't see much inside here…"
"Probably just like you heard. I'm not really uncomfortable. The meals seem good."
"Oh… that's a relief."
"So what brings you here?"
When I asked her purpose, Ragna hesitated and slipped a wrapped box through the slot for meals.
'What's this?'
Secret documents? A discreet letter?
I silently unwrapped it to check.
But what was it?
"…Cookies?"
The small box was filled with cookies and nothing else.
Ah, maybe a note was hidden inside one?
Thinking that, I quickly grabbed one and bit into it.
"I heard dessert isn't served with meals here… so I baked these myself. How… do you like them?"
"Uh… uh? They're delicious!"
"Hehe, no need to shout. I can hear you well."
"…"
I wondered if the Marquis had sent something, but it seemed he just wanted to provide some food and see my face.
So we chatted briefly through the door, and I thought to ask about something since she was here.
The painting of the woman presumed to be Ragna's biological mother from the secret library.
Did she know about that woman?
I considered asking but decided against it. The Marquis probably had listening devices everywhere…
"No, wait."
Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck my mind.
"…Why do you ask?"
Come to think of it, had the Marquis ever said anything to me?
Feeling a bit guilty, I ignored Ragna's question and recalled my conversation with the Marquis.
'He didn't.'
Looking back carefully, it was clear.
The Marquis never mentioned it.
[So… you really found them while searching our family estate?]
He must have heard everything about what happened inside the family.
[You'll be disciplined for just two days.]
But he never even hinted or mentioned the secret library I had gone into without permission.
Not a single word.
You'd expect at least a passing mention.
'…Was it not such an important secret?'
Maybe it wasn't something worth hiding seriously, so the Marquis showed little reaction.
Not impossible, but my past life taught me otherwise.
'No, that can't be.'
It's the opposite.
The Marquis's silence meant that 'secret' was extremely important.
And if that's true…
'…I might be the biggest danger.'
Maybe now isn't the time to worry about comrades in Sector 7.
"…What on earth is going on?"
Of course, I couldn't be honest with Ragna, who was also the Marquis's daughter.
So…
"…My stomach hurts!"
"…Huh?"
"I have to go to the bathroom! And thanks for the cookies! I appreciate it!"
"Eh? Oh… okay…"
Using barbarian-style evasion, I ended the conversation with Ragna there.
After she left, my stomach really did hurt a bit, so I went to the bathroom and sat down.
After some time…
Clatter.
Something rolled in through the food slot—like a grenade.
Flash!
It exploded, emitting a strong light.
'A flashbang…?'
At first I thought so, but the light wasn't blinding, and my skin where the light touched felt no damage.
'Who could it be…?'
It didn't seem like an attack.
Still, just in case, I grabbed my hammer and approached the door.
Then a voice came from the other side.
"Is someone there?"
Jerome Saintred, Commander of the First Royal Knights.
Or rather, the ancient undead occupying his body.
"The chief has something urgent to tell you."
The village elder.
The royal prison isn't a playground.
I don't know how many visitors they expect daily, but the third visitor was the village elder.
"What now? What was that earlier?"
"That's a magical tool used by the royal intelligence. It emits a powerful magical pulse to disable communication devices briefly."
Hmm, basically an EMP grenade?
"It's a precaution, in case there are ears listening. I hope you understand."
I thought the Marquis might have bugged the place, so it didn't bother me.
"Enough, what is the urgent matter?"
Getting to the point, the village elder truly spoke only what was necessary.
"It's about to start."
…That was too brief, wasn't it?
"Start what?"
"The day everything will burn."
"No, what do you mean—"
Trying to calm my racing heart, I asked again.
Kraaaaaaang-!!
The vibrations from above lasted for tens of seconds.
Drdrdrdrdrdr-!!
Finally, the entire prison began to shake.
Cracks appeared in the ceiling, the walls supporting it started to collapse, dropping debris.
Startled, I grabbed the iron door and tried to ask the village elder what was happening.
He spoke first.
"Get out of here quickly. This place is no longer safe."
"No, explain—!"
"All I can say now is survive. After that, I will have something to tell you."
"Tell me? I need to know at least something about what's happening—!"
"It's time. You'll hear the rest from those who follow."
With that, the village elder left, and I heard his footsteps fade beyond the iron door.
Then…
Tatatatat-!
Urgent footsteps approached quickly.
It wasn't the village elder or King's Knight.
It was obviously an ordinary person, not trained in martial arts.
'Ragna…?'
That was my first thought, but surprisingly, the visitor was a fourth new visitor.
Bang bang bang!
"Mr. Yandel!! Mr. Yandel!!"
"Raven…?"
"Oh, you're here! Thank goodness! I'll open it now—"
"No need."
I tore off the meaningless door and went outside.
"Huh…?"
"Cut to the chase. What's going on upstairs?"
"Ah, ah…!"
Hearing my voice, Raven quickly regained composure and started briefing.
"Ure! Ure has fallen on the Palace of Glory!"
'Ure' is one of three 'magical weapons' the royal family possesses.
"I heard on the way here through communication that the Palace of Glory has collapsed, and the Supreme Commander and Prime Minister's status is unknown! Everyone's panicking and evacuating…!"
I grabbed Raven's shoulder as if trying to hold her up.
Whatever she saw upstairs, her body was trembling violently.
"We can't just stay here! If it falls again, this place won't be safe—!"
"Calm down, Raven."
"But…!"
"I said calm down."
"…"
I spoke firmly, and Raven shut her mouth.
Though the trembling didn't stop, it was better than her previous panic.
"What about Sector 7? Any news?"
"I-I don't know. I heard the Bifron purge operation was to start before Ure fell…"
Hmm, I see.
Lastly, I asked one more thing.
"Any info on what happened to the Prime Minister?"
"No! We don't even know if he's alive or dead. But according to communications, he was definitely at the Palace of Glory when Ure fell!"
"I see."
I said that but felt sure.
The Marquis was still alive.
Maybe the Marquis even triggered Ure.
He's the type who could conspire with the Noarque.
"Wait, give me some time."
"Time? We need to get out now—!"
"Just a moment. Only a moment."
I shut my mouth despite Raven's protests and continued thinking.
Every second counted in wartime.
I didn't need much time to finish my thoughts and make a decision.
'No matter how I think about it…'
Running away now would be the worst move.
Escaping immediately, or joining the comrades in Sector 7 outside, both might be possible in this chaotic situation.
Logically, those would be safer choices.
Thunk.
There's always a 'golden time' for everything.
The results differ wildly depending on how the initial response is handled.
Yeah, so…
"Go first, Raven."
"…What? Are you crazy? You don't know what's happening upstairs… Where are you going?!"
Raven was shocked as I began walking away.
Understandable.
The hallway I took led to stairs going further down.
And…
"Basement level 5, right…?"
"Level 5…? Why are you going there?!"
According to the King's Knight, that's where the Noarque special forces were imprisoned.
Captured alongside the surrendered Maan.
Shackled and sealed of all powers.
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