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Chapter 209: Head of the Shadow Division
"Karzan, what do you think we should do? Should we pursue Huten?"
At Rudgarda's question, everyone's gaze turned to . It seed the role of making decisions had naturally fallen to .
'To be a leader, I need to get used to this.'
These people gathered here with as their focal point. If that's the case, charting the course should rightfully be the Boss's duty.
"Turnak."
He hesitated briefly, as if unsure whether to speak formally to , then answered.
"Speak."
A good choice. I addressed Turnak with the tone of soone speaking to an ally and collaborator.
"I'll leave the cleanup here to you."
"Hmm."
The fighting had already stopped.
The Black Night Society mbers who had witnessed their leader die at Huten's hands were all in a state of confusion, and Cardovan's forces, who had managed to secure Marlok after much difficulty, had tactfully withdrawn.
'Good acting.'
I nodded at Marlok. I was uncertain at first, but he must have volunteered as bait.
"Zizek, cooperate with this man."
"Understood."
With the support of Zizek added to the man who was sothing like the commander of the 6th Special Operations Division Battalion, resolving the situation wouldn't be difficult.
"And Rudgarda."
Rudgarda nodded silently.
"I'm sorry, but the two assassin brothers from Svaltalfar are exposed to enemy attack. Could you check on them?"
"No problem."
Rudgarda didn't ask for many explanations.
"I'll handle it appropriately."
"Good, that's reassuring."
I nodded.
'Hmm, co to think of it.'
I keep becoming indebted to Rudgarda. When this is over, I should repay her.
'But what would she like?'
Giving money seems too impersonal. Maybe I could find a spirit dicine for her? Or perhaps I could sweet-talk Baldun into making a small dagger or gloves...
'Anyway.'
Having finished organizing, I said:
"I'll go rescue Nagan. I'm worried about what tricks Huten might have pulled."
"You won't pursue Huten?"
"I'll decide that after checking on Nagan's situation."
Rudgarda nodded in agreent and said:
"Don't worry about the injured. Our dical skills are quite good; no one will die."
"I express my gratitude."
I took Rudgarda's calloused hand.
"...I'm in your debt."
Rudgarda pulled her hand away, seeming slightly embarrassed.
"Hmm, consider this clearing up previous debts, so don't worry too much."
"That sounds ominous."
I grinned.
"By the way, is Huten less skilled with the blade than I thought? He ended up killing only his own people while Zizek, Gareth, and Moritz all survived."
"...Huh?"
Zizek nodded with a dumbfounded expression.
"Now that you ntion it, that's true."
"Why are you taking seriously? It was fortunate in many ways."
I pointed at Moritz.
"If not for your courage, Zizek would certainly have died."
"Boss."
"You've earned your keep for about 20 years today, so be more confident from now on."
Moritz grinned sheepishly at my joke.
"Hehe. I will, Boss."
"Blood is pouring from your side and you're smiling, oh my."
I clicked my tongue and spread my left hand, which was still sowhat numb.
Having consud the Mountain Spirit Poison, I felt like a pathway had ford between my dantian and my left hand. It seed to move sowhat independently of my will, almost like an autonomous organ.
'What exactly are you?'
I asked the mysterious intruder dwelling within my body.
'After tonight, I'll be able to hear from Mother about the secret of my terminal condition.'
I'm looking forward to it. What could be the source of this suspicious but useful power, and how can I utilize it in the future?
"Karzan."
"Hmm?"
I looked at Rudgarda as she called .
"Good luck."
"...Thank you."
I turned around.
"Everyone, let's et again when day breaks."
I unleashed my highest-speed Scarlet Cloud Ghost Path and rushed toward the Bisakino Brotherhood's base.
.
.
.
I leaped over rooftops, chimneys, and walls, traversing the vast city.
'Nagan. You're still alive, right?'
I believe that man is not the type to die easily.
BOOM!
Just then, a trendous explosion shook the air.
'What's that?'
An ominous feeling swept over . Could soone have self-destructed?
'Not just poison but explosion magic too? These guys really don't hold back on their thods.'
Perhaps Nagan fought so well that they resorted to a final asure.
'How vicious.'
With an explosion of that magnitude, even a skilled fighter like Nagan would struggle to survive.
'Moreover.'
Their filthy determination to hinder the opponent with a self-destruction even after the battle had been decided disgusted .
'How can they be so ruthless?'
Indeed, their identity is...
'No doubt about it.'
At this mont, my suspicion was approaching certainty.
'If Nagan has died or been severely injured by that explosion.'
I will personally exact revenge.
But I hope that won't be necessary.
'Don't die, Nagan.'
I consider Nagan to be material for a future godfather who will dominate the underworld.
It would be a waste if such a person were to die in vain.
***
"Wow. Wait a mont."
How massive was the explosion? About half of the Bisakino Brotherhood's base had been blown away.
Arms, legs, and weapons of unknown owners were scattered everywhere, and those who hadn't died were screaming in agony.
"Damn it."
It was truly a horrific scene. My heart sank.
"Did they all die without a trace? What in the—"
"It's not quite like that, so don't worry."
"!"
A voice ca from behind .
"At the mont of the explosion, I played a little trick and returned the blast to the enemies. Thanks to that, the damage to the Bisakino Brotherhood was minimal."
The voice sounded familiar.
I turned around.
"...?"
Upon seeing the owner of the voice, I froze.
"Huh?"
"Hello, Karzan."
Venion waved at with a friendly voice.
"No, wait. Why are you here?"
I stamred foolishly. That's how unexpected the scene was.
"Are you surprised? Karzan."
Venion added with a mischievous face.
"Or should I say, 'Young Master'?"
A chill ran down my spine, and I rubbed my arms.
"Wow, this is crazy."
"Hahaha!"
I laughed heartily.
"This is absurd. What's going on here?"
Moreover, he seed to know of my existence as if it were natural.
"It's my first ti seeing the Young Master so flustered."
Venion removed his playful smile and explained.
"It was by the Duke's order. When a disciple is working hard, the master should help a little—that's the way it should be."
"..."
Venion pointed to a corner.
"Caleb has vanished without a trace, and Nagan was injured by the explosion's aftermath, but his life is not in danger."
Instead of questioning everything, I first sighed in relief.
"That's fortunate, truly fortunate. It's really a stroke of luck."
"Of course, he's unconscious."
"?"
"At least he's not dead."
"Well, that's true, but..."
"I couldn't repeat the mistake from Nepherus, so I was careful in my intervention."
Indeed, back then I almost lost an arm.
"I rember. I almost beca the Young Master with one arm and a terminal condition."
"Hehe, even if you had taken a direct hit, I could have sohow fixed you, so there's no need for such extre assumptions."
Venion grinned.
"By the way, it seems things were handled well on both the Svaltalfar side and Zizek's side."
'How did he know that?'
After barely stopping myself from blinking stupidly, I gathered my wits and asked:
"Venion. What exactly is your identity?"
"Of course, I am the Young Master's swordsmanship instructor."
"Besides that."
"Hmm. I suppose it's ti I told you."
Venion said with an enigmatic expression.
"You've earned the right to know."
"What have I proven?"
"Everything."
Venion put his hands behind his back and turned around.
"Then why don't you tell ? Your true identity, that is."
I asked, facing his back.
"Young Master, as you know, the Grunewald Duchy is supported by two pillars: the Administrative Branch and the Military Branch. However—"
Black aura flickered behind Venion.
"In truth, there exists a third organization—the Shadow Division. A departnt that watches and oversees everything from Grunewald's darkness. It monitors the underworld's dynamics, manages them, and sotis handles cooperation and conflicts with them."
"...The Shadow Division?"
"Yes, that's right."
Venion raised his finger toward the night sky. Darkness flowed from his fingertip and enveloped us like a roof.
"I am the head of the Shadow Division, the Duke's shadow, the one who watches everything—"
In a perfect sealed room where no sound or light could enter, Venion revealed his identity.
"I am the 'Blade of the Night' serving your father."
"Well..."
I clicked my tongue, recalling the suspicious aspects Venion had shown over ti, and the monts when I had suspected him of being a foreign spy.
"I thought sothing was odd."
"Your suspicion was sharp, Young Master, but you lacked information to discover my identity."
Venion smirked.
"Well, if you prefer a more formal title, you can call the Intelligence Director."
"Intelligence Director."
Head of the Shadow Division, my father's shadow, Intelligence Director Venion.
That was the true identity of my swordsmanship instructor.
"...This is insane."
I muttered.
"Why would soone like you beco my swordsmanship instructor?"
"That too was a kind of test, you could say."
"Of what?"
Venion smiled, and I had a hunch.
"Damn it."
When he made this expression, this man would never give the answer I wanted.
"You will find out gradually in the future."
Venion snapped his fingers, and as the barrier lifted, sound and light returned.
"What's this?"
"Just a simple skill."
"There's such a martial art?"
"I learned it personally. Of course, it has nothing to do with that Huten fellow."
"I must learn it soday."
Venion chuckled and changed the subject.
"We'll talk in detail later."
Venion raised his finger and pointed west.
"Huten fled in that direction. It's not too late, go and catch him."
"Ha, haha."
"This is a separate task I'm assigning you."
Sohow, it felt familiar. It reminded of when I went to find Webern's tiara.
"We'll have much to talk about when I return."
"We'll speak when you return."
Venion said provokingly.
"Geez."
I had a lot I wanted to ask this man, a lot I was curious about.
'But for now.'
Setting aside all those thoughts for the mont, let's first tie up the loose ends of this night.
"I wish you luck, Young Master."
Today, those words carried a different weight.
***
If Huten was determined to escape, chasing after him recklessly in excitent might actually lead into a trap.
'I need to be cautious.'
For that, I first needed to confirm his location. But he wasn't easily visible.
'Is my level of mastery still insufficient?'
Perhaps I need to reach the realm of Insight Star, the third ability of the Seven Stars of the Black Sea Technique.
However, enlightennt isn't like candy at a store shelf that you can take out and eat whenever you want.
"This is troubleso. The direction should be this way, but..."
It was right then.
"Hmm?"
A red bat flew out of the darkness and said:
[Young Master, let guide you.]
"...?!"
I imdiately recognized the owner of this bat.
"Is it Skella?"
[Yes, it is.]
"Why all of a sudden?"
I asked.
"Is it by your brother's order?"
[It is not.]
"..."
I nodded and smiled.
"Then this is of your own 'free will.'"
[...Perhaps.]
Perhaps so catalyst for change has found its way into Skella's dry heart.
I opened my palm and the bat landed on it.
"Thank you, I'm in your debt."
I realize anew that I've co this far owing favors to many people.
And I will continue to do so in the future.
[Follow .]
The red bat flew vigorously into the sky.
"...Alright. Prepare yourself, Huten."
I'm coming.
[Translator - Pot ]
[Proofreader - Kawaii ]
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