༺ Finding A Place Is Hard! (11) ༻
Once on alert, the mage laboratory was no different from a fortress.
To break through, youâd need a host of siege weapons and mages specialized in siege magic.
There was a tale during the war of how even three gold-rank mercenaries struggled to take over a hut where a gold-rank mage was stationed.
Mages holed up in their laboratories were that dangerous.
I had experienced this fact more painfully than anyone.
The Demon Kingâs castle, claimed by the Mad Mage Sabernak, was nothing short of hell on earth.
And I say, the long-historied Walpurgis mansion was just as ominous as the Demon Kingâs castle.
âDamn it, the explosion took out most of the barrier devices.â
âTruly deserving of her title, the Mage of The Black Jewel⦠the former headâs daughter, eh? Isnât she even more powerful than him in terms ofâ¦â
âHey! Is now the time to be impressed?! Hurry and transport the documents!â
Fortunately, the mansionâs interior was in chaos.
A huge explosion had shattered the barriers and various magical devices.
It was a perfect opportunity for a thief like me to slip in.
Unintended as it might have been, Brigitteâs resistance was not in vain.
However.
The recovery from the chaos was faster than I had expected.
âThere could be intrusions from the outside. Leave the documents be and restore the barrier first.â
âUnderstood, Lady Friede.â
Friede von Walpurgis.
Brigitteâs older sister and the current White Mage Head of the Walpurgis family was quite capable.
If the barrier were to be reactivated, I, uninvited, might end up being electrocuted by the barrier.
It seemed best to speed up my work.
âHuff.â
I took a short breath.
With that, one of my five S-grade skills, ãShadow Veilã, was activated.
For reference, ãShadow Veilã is a technique that wraps the evil karma I possess around my body to completely block me from the opponentâs sight and detection.
Even the Mad Mage, Demon King Sabernak, couldnât perceive it.
Naturally, the Walpurgis mages failed to detect it as well.
ââ¦â¦â
However, the White Mage Friede moved her gaze here and there, towards where I was.
Someone with naturally good instincts, perhaps.
It would be wiser to leave this place before being discovered.
ãWall Slitherã.
I activated the technique and passed through the wall as if it was a thin film of soap.
My destination was the âlaboratoryâ at the heart of this mansion.
It was the most heavily guarded place among the mageâs mansions.
If compared to the Demon Kingâs castle, it would be like the throne room.
The reason I go to the most dangerous and treacherous places.
That was simple.
If I escaped from the mansion with Brigitte now, there was a high chance that something like this would happen again. In that case, it would be better to eliminate the root cause to prevent it from recurring.
Faust of the old Walpurgis family.
He was the link connecting everything.
Swooshâ
Finally, I arrived at the so-called laboratory.
It was a place full of all kinds of experimental tools, just like Brigitte had mentioned.
âGrrrr-.
âMiaoâ¦!
âElgrrrrâ¦
Beasts, whose species I couldnât identify, were opening their mouths in a water tank, which was quite a horrific sight.
The strangest thing was an old man standing in the center of the lab, screaming into space.
âSadness. Loneliness. Solitude.â
He listed negative words.
Every time he added an epithet, the magic circle at his feet expanded layer by layer.
I donât know much about magic.
But I thought I shouldnât let this magic complete as it is, so I drew a dagger from my waist and struck it at the old manâs throat with all my might.
Swooshâ
Pajijijikâ!
However, my dagger was blocked by an invisible transparent wall.
A barrier?
Not just a regular barrier, but a very powerful one.
The old man who had stopped chanting when I stepped back, spoke.
âIs it you, Judas?â
ââ¦â¦â
âAlthough I canât see you, I know youâre here. There is no such evil karma as Judas, the thiefâs. Even more vicious than the previous generation.â
An old man who knew the previous Judas.
Well, he was quite old so it wasnât weird for them to have met on some battlefield.
Of course, that wasnât a good thing for me at all.
The fact that he had met the previous Judas and was still alive meant that he knew how to deal with thieves.
The barrier just now must be one of those countermeasures.
Sure enough, the old mage blurted out before I even asked.
âIt would be troublesome to think of me as a mediocre magician. Do you know how many thieves Iâve hunted down so far? Adding one more to the count is not a big deal.â
âThatâs what they all say.â
Patâ
I threw the dagger with all my might.
Pajik-!
The dagger, as if blocked by an invisible wall, stuck in the air, creating a small gap.
Pajikâ Pajikâ Crumbleâ
The sound of glass breaking was heard, and the air cracked.
It was the sound of the barrier breaking.
âYou broke the barrier I especially madeâ¦!?â
âNo big deal.â
I taunted the old magician while hiding my figure.
Then the magician grinded his teeth and took out a book from his bosom.
A thick book.
The title was âTo Aruâ.
âYou sacrilegious criminal! Are you coming to defeat me, Faust, a descendant of the Primordials?â
Mutteringâ
He opened the book and quickly began muttering.
At the same time, the pronunciation was as if several words were lumped together.
Rapid multiple incantations.
He had pronounced at least five words at the same time.
I remember Briggite saying that even among gold-tier wizards, only about one in ten could perform such a feat.
Swooshâ
Soon, something wriggled up from the floor.
A creature that seemed to be a mix of an alligator and a four-legged beast, with unusually clear eyes.
âPlease, kill meâ¦
âIt huuurtsâ¦!
It was speaking human words with its long snout.
A very ominous sight.
What is this?
âSurprised?! Itâs a homunculus! Although just a failed creation, weâve succeeded in transferring a criminalâs soul into a vessel made of beasts!â
âIs this for real?â
Even without asking, the wizardâs incessant chatter was probably due to their typical arrogance.
Wizards always loved to boast about what they did, the effects, the extent of their power, and their greatness.
Is it because of their strong desire for recognition?
âGo! If you succeed in killing him, I will transfer you to a new body from that rotting flesh!â
âKraaaak!
âKyaaak!
The soul of the criminal, trapped in the ragged body of the beast, began to rampage.
It was so fragile that a few stabs with a dagger would shatter it, but it was incredibly annoying.
Above all, it seemed that even if I knocked it down, more would appear if the old mage looked at that book and muttered again.
Dealing with summoned creatures this way would be amateurish.
I should just take down the main body.
But the main body was securely hidden in a barrier, making it hard to target.
Of course, there was a way.
âI didnât want to do this.â
I reached out my hand towards my shadow.
My hand slipped into my shadow and popped out from under the old manâs feet.
Popâ
The old man, caught by the unexpected hand at his ankle, cried out in surprise.
âWhat, what is this!â
âThe thieves youâve met couldnât do this, could they? The name of the technique is ãFree Crane Machine Dollsã.â
Swooshâ
I pulled the old man out of my shadow.
âWhat kind of magic is this?! Itâs completely beyond the level a thief could do!!! A miracle!? This is a miracle beyond magic!!! Judas, you!!! Where did you learn suchâ.â
âQuiet.â
âGyaakk!â
Only after I stepped on the old manâs neck, dragged out from the barrier, to prevent any more incantations, could I feel a bit relieved.
ââ¦â¦!â
The old man struggled under my foot, choking.
He must have been unable to breathe.
But it was essential not to let my guard down, so I snatched the tightly held book from his hand.
ââ¦â¦!â
Even as he turned blue from lack of breath, the old man desperately tried to hold onto the book.
If I were him, I would have tried to push away the foot pressing on my neck first.
Of course, it wouldnât have made any difference even if he had pushed it away.
âHand it over.â
Finally, I snatched the book from the old man.
A treasure rumored to be valuable enough to buy a fortress.
I wonder what was written inside.
* * *
ãTo Aru, today the sisters tormented me again. Gudrid just forced a game of drawing lots and treated me like a slave. No, it might have been better if I actually was a slave.ã
ãToday I was so hungry I stole and ate strawberries. Then I got caught by Mom and she hit my palms. It hurt so much that I cried, and then I got hit more for crying.ã
ãToday I went for a carriage ride with Mom! It was nice because she didnât scold me and we chatted about various things. But suddenly, Mom disappeared and I had to search hard to catch the carriage before it left. I almost couldnât make it back home.ã
ãItâs so hard. Iâm hungry. Thereâs no place for me in this house. Even at the dinner table, my place is gone. No one seems to notice that my place is missing, or maybe they are just pretending not to knowâ¦ã
ãToday my older sister said, itâs because Iâm not really Dadâs daughter that Iâm hated. Maybe Iâm not really a part of this family. Only my hair color is different. Then, could my real family be somewhere in this world? If I go to them and say Iâm their daughter, would they believe me?ã
ãAru, sometimes I wish you could talk and have conversations with me. Youâre the only one I can open my heart to.ã
ãAru, youâre my only friend. If one day I leave this house and travel the world, I want you to come with meâã
ãA handful of salt. A strand of my hair. A small bead stolen from wicked Gudrid. A candle taken from Sister Friedeâs room. Andâ¦ã
The journal was filled with crooked handwriting.
The stories within gave birth to a strange feeling.
The latter part contained magic formulas I couldnât understand, but I could tell the young girl had tried hard to make friends.
âIs this book really worth a whole castle?â
I frowned.
Then the old man, turning pale, said.
âIdiot⦠Not just a castle. Itâs the greatest discovery⦠more valuable than anything⦠the realm of creation⦠the power of the Demiurgesâ¦â
âBrigitte is your daughter. Can you still say that after reading whatâs written here?â
ââ¦Is Brigitte really my daughter? The dates donât add up. By a month. A month early. The timingâ¦â
ââ¦â¦â
In the manâs eyes, a murky swirl of emotions was raging.
The doubt that haunted the most vile and filthy denizens of a thievesâ lair flickered in his gaze.
âNo matter if Brigitte is my daughter or not, thatâs not important anymore⦠Give it to me, quick! There are parts I can finally decipherââ
âFuck off.â
I pulled out a lighter from my pocket.
Creptâ Creptâ Burnâ
I set fire to the end of the book, and the journal blazed up as if it had been eagerly waiting for this moment.
âArrrgh! What are you doing?! Burning a treasure! A unique treasure in this world! You fool! You ignorant thief!â
âTreasure? By my ignorant standards, this canât be called a treasure. Shining gold. Money. Jewels. Those are treasures. Or a busty beauty.â
âMy⦠My dreamâ¦â
The old manâs mouth gaped at the burning book.
He, who had just seemed healthy, now seemed greatly aged, as if he would die any day. Yes, he looked like an old man who had lost the will to live.
I was ready to break his neck if he resisted further.
Fortunately, it seemed that such measures werenât needed.
Killing this old man would probably give me lots of experience points.
And killing the father of the woman I liked, well, even for me, that was a bit much.
âIâll let go of your neck, so donât try anything stupid.â
I casually lifted my foot from the old manâs neck.
As soon as I did, the old man screamed as if he had been waiting for this moment.
âYou brat, do you think you can insult me, a descendant of the Primordials, and escape unscathed! Iâll blow this mansion up!â
âAre you crazy? Your daughter and grandchildren are in the mansion.â
âAaaaaaaahââ!!!â
Why do wizards act like this whenever they have a mental breakdown?
The magicians of this Pangea continent always tried to self-destruct when cornered.
The Demon King did the same.
He too tried to blow up the entire region along with his castle.
If this old man self-destructed, all the living things nearby would be wiped out.
This was no lie.
Thereâs only one way to stop him now.
â⦠Things never end well, do they?â
Thudâ! Thumpâ!
I stepped hard, extinguishing his life.
The old manâs body slumped like a doll with cut strings.
âYou should have known. I never let my guard down.â
I said so, but I felt uneasy.
This was the second time I sent someone who could be considered my father-in-law away.
Having two daughters myself, I was starting to worry.
âMy karma is piling up.â
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