An investigation unit under the direct control of the Demon King’s Special Operations Command.
The unit, often called the razor blade of the Special Operations Division, is an object of reverence among the Demon King’s forces.
Depending on the situation, despite being able to exercise unbridled power, they have always calmly organized the situation and only acted as the spokesman for the command, so few people are jealous or jealous of them, even though they are in a perfect position to be given the nickna of a hunting dog.
Thanks to such public perception, no one even disobeys the words of the person who appeared with the na of the investigation unit.
Even if the person in command is still a very young young man.
“Captain. I found the source.”
Replacing the glasses that he couldn’t get used to no matter how much he wore them, Soha Sinore, the commander of the investigation unit, approached quietly and gave instructions to the adjutant who was reporting with a light gesture of the head.
When he moves, all the 30 n who accompanied him stop investigating and start following him.
The surroundings were more distracted and busy than ever as they prepared for the unit’s massive retreat, but the road opened on their own just by walking in line with them wearing uniforms and capes that were not stained with dust.
The adjutant, who looked away from Soha, who was looking away from the unfamiliar but familiar sight, gestured to his subordinates to back off a bit and explained the situation.
“The starting point was a piece of tal that Khalesi of the Tower had brought, even sacrificing her own arm.”
“Didn’t it all fly away? How did you find out?”
“The n at the aid station that treated her were not caught up in the incident and their testimony was compiled.”
“Hmm, do you have any items left?”
“No. It seems to have disappeared together or disappeared sowhere. Not only is it impossible to trace, but this part was not confird because there were no proper eyewitness accounts.”
Because he trusted his subordinates’ abilities, Soha responded with a light nod at their work and results. The adjutant nodded as if he was familiar with such a reaction and continued his explanation naturally.
“Even when he cut off his own arm, he said that he did not stop using his magic to bind the shackles to the mysterious object.”
“…?”
Now, I tried to listen quietly until I reached my destination, but I had no choice but to look at the adjutant with a face full of questions without knowing it, and the question was valid.
It was a problem that even the wizards belonging to the Illusion School couldn’t deny that illusion wizards couldn’t concentrate on magic in pain.
That’s why I made a safety device that allows the caster to get away from the threat of injury and death, and the Special Operations Departnt also allowed it.
Khalesi is no exception. The adjutant also nodded and replied as if very surprised.
“I was also surprised. I heard that her obsession with research is close to madness, but it seems that there is not much difference from the rumor. She said that she found an adjutant because she couldn’t cast spells when she was injured on the battlefield…” Piece of
Iron It would an that it was worth it.
Various questions ca with the reality that the person who might have been able to provide answers had evaporated, but Soha lightly ignored the regret that blood from within.
Thoughts will be made by command. I had to focus on my work now.
There was nothing more to explain or to hear, so they remained silent until they reached the location of the tent used by the Illusion Wizards as a research facility… Even after reaching their destination, there was no need for a conversation.
The marks drawn by his n on the tangible evidence had already explained everything.
“It seems that the person who didn’t move when he needed help was looking for an opportunity to punish with his eyes wide open.”
The adjutant and his subordinates flinched at Soha’s muttering that suddenly jumped out, but he waved his hand lightly to express his intention not to care and began to examine the traces.
After staring at the back of Soha for a while, the adjutant gave a hand signal to his subordinates and ordered them to keep their distance, then he himself stepped back a little.
Soha did not look back even though he felt all the presence. I just thought the adjutant made a reasonable enough judgnt. Now was the ti to focus on the traces in front of my eyes rather than those trivial things.
Fortunately, it wasn’t too difficult for him, and the conclusion ca quickly.
There was a lot of heterogeneous energy mixed in, but it was definitely the divinity of the demon god.
“…Whoa.”
Soha, who had been looking at the traces of divinity as clear as he could see, took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions. The mont his feelings turned to certainty, the adjutant, noticing a clear change in Soha’s calm emotions, tensed up and moved his magic.
“Large…”
“I know. I’ll calm down, wait a bit.”
Soha closed his eyes for a mont as the adjutant, overco with anxiety, answered before he could finish his words. At the sa ti, the mana that had been spewing out quickly regained stability, and the adjutant was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
The hatred and anger toward the demon god harbored by a boy who had to wander the world after being sold as a slave to the human race as a child was nothing out of the ordinary.
God was indifferent to him until the mont he was pessimistic about the world and cursed God, but the demon army not only saved him, but also actively supported him so that his anger could be consud as the driving force of loyalty, strength, and power.
It was thanks to such full support that the slave, who was nothing more than an orphan, grew up with the rapid passing of ti and beca the commanding officer’s sharpest sword, so Ha had no doubts.
Although the process was never smooth, it was a happy and enjoyable mory compared to the past life and mories that were stuck in the gutter.
To the extent that rembering that period is the only way to quell the boiling anger.
“They’re the children you abandoned…”
But even that only softens a little. The source of anger that had been with her all her life never dried up.
“…It’s the result of your faith that you ignored…”
It was thanks to that anger that I was able to pour all my ti and effort, except for the minimum activities to maintain life, only to beco stronger, but because of that, I was able to control my anger. It was the hardest and most difficult thing for him.
However, after understanding and accepting his anger, the demon king gave him a direction.
The direction of being free from God and truly opening the world of mortals.
It was a very natural process for Soha to actively agree with the idea.
“…Are you embarrassed by now, Epaga?”
Reassuring himself that he must suppress his anger now to achieve that far-reaching goal, Soha raised his head and glared at the sky.
The eyes were still drooping weakly, but the red eyes inside them shook as if they would boil at any mont.
Soha just stared at the sky for a long ti. If he hears the blasphemous thoughts, anger, and curses he is harboring now, he repeats the provocation in his head to repeat the sa thing once more.
As always, no answer ca back.
“God has no backbone.”
So-ha, who had shown her expression for the first ti since appearing at the unit with a snort, turned her gaze to her adjutant, rembering the energy still remaining around her.
“Return to headquarters.”
His face, filled with obvious ridicule and anger, did not know that it would return to its original state even after a long ti.
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I don’t know if he took my words seriously or not, but it seed that the Empire’s sword master Sir Santa wasn’t a fucking racist.
Instead of asking questions or answering properly, he reacted with a big smile and very naturally moved the topic to swordsmanship and training.
Honestly, it was okay up to that point, but after I finished talking moderately, I seriously asked if I would like to et my daughter, and because of the boring conversation that would have happened to the lady of the mayor of Ogwen, the truth that you shouldn’t judge people based on their appearance. I had to take ti to seriously think about it again.
In my mind, I suddenly called my car and said, ‘Enough then.’ I wanted to cast , but Sir Sant’a was as good at speaking as he was at swordsmanship, so I didn’t give him a chance to escape.
In the end, it was only after returning to the camp that I was able to free myself from her.
“Why did you want to be late, so you were coming with ?”
Even that, in fact, would not have been possible if Siegfried hadn’t intervened.
“The command post is in chaos right now, sir. You should go quickly, right?”
“It’s just a body that wields a sword, so what’s the point of going?”
“The commander doesn’t seem to think so. Anyway, I’ll take this one.”
Siegfried, who confird that Sir Sant’a was moving away from him as he licked his lips in regret, gestured to to go with him and talked about very ordinary topics of conversation.
Of course, boring questions such as how was the sword master and how was the battlefield were not topics to be shared between us, so I realized that there was a different purpose, so I answered appropriately and hurried on my feet.
Siegfried, who hastened his steps accordingly, activated a magic tool as soon as he entered his tent, and then hardened his face and asked seriously.
“What was that?”
It was a really random question, but the situation is the situation, so I can’t figure out what you’re talking about.
“I don’t know either.”
The problem is, I don’t even know what that light is.
I turned my aching shoulder, unsheathed the scabbard, put it on the table, sat down on the chair, and the guy sat across from and poured out the already brewed tea and handed it to .
“Drinking that…wasn’t it your divine power? But does it make sense that you don’t know?”
“What if it’s true? There’s no need for to hide this from you now.”
As Siegfried said, the waves of divine power that swept like the aftermath of a nuclear explosion were surely familiar to .
After a while, only minute divine power remained that made it difficult to distinguish between them, but that was obviously Epaga-sama using her hands.
But how?
Weren’t all the holy relics tied up by them? Did you touch sothing wrong while tinkering with it?
There were a lot of questions, but this ti, nothing was guessed at.
“I want to ask myself what the hell this is all about…”
I was proving my innocence to Siegfried by holding up a white flag in front of the conclusion that I couldn’t figure it out even after thinking about it for a hundred days.
“…is, de…”
Sothing strangely familiar even though it didn’t seem familiar at all.
“What? What is…?”
After belatedly seeing my reaction, Siegfried turned his head to find sothing, and when he saw the object flying in the sky, he raised his eyebrows.
“…isn’t this the piece of sword that hyung said he lost?”
“…I guess that’s right.”
“Where did you get this divine power from?”
I had no choice but to wash my face dry as I saw the blade quivering as it flew over my scabbard like a butterfly sitting on a flower.
“I know.”
what the hell happened
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