Chapter 119

Chapter 119

TL: Zimming

[I missed the target.]

Bang!

Isaac who kicked the table, muttered,

"Useless bastard."

[......I'm sorry.]

Henry, who was sitting on the sofa, gently closed his eyes, pressed down on his temple and said,

"You're noisy. Sit down."

"They missed Trigon! If they missed him...!"

"The most important thing is who took him."

Isaac grumbled and turned his head away.

Johann stared at the communications device which was on top of the table.

"Is it the church?"

[I could feel a faint divine power among those who gathered, but the man who took the target was not a holy knight.]

Isaac narrowed his forehead.

"And there was someone else besides the church?"

[At least five more assassins were there.]

"One of them must be father."

When Johann muttered, the man who talked in the communication device was silent.

Isaac asked,

"Who are the others?"

[They seemed to be mercenaries. One of them belongs to the Western Raven...]

"It's godmother Camilla who payed for them."

When Henry muttered, Isaac frowned.

"Then how about the other two?"

[......that's the problem.]

Johann talked with a low voice.

"Find out where Trigon is. I won't forgive two mistakes."

[Yes, Master.]

As soon as the conversation ended, Isaac sank on the sofa and put his chin on it.

"Irie and my brother's knights were not even capable of knowing them. What kind of guy is it?"

"Well, I don't know. But it's going to be a problem soon."

"......"

The three brothers' eyes sank deeply.

At that time on the top of the hope, Seria who opened a huge, senderless box delivered to the office, was shocked.

"Oh my god."

Inside the box, Trigon who was tied up, wearing an eye patch and earplugs, was wiggling.

"I was worried that the assassin we sent failed, but the target was in my office."

The chairman nodded at her words.

There was a note in the box.

[Message: Make Trigon be on our side. He's a bit greedy, but he's not that bad. The keyword is his father. Because he's a good son...]

As soon as she read the letter, the letters shone red and soon began to burn. The chairman, who was looking at the letter, laughed.

"It must be the little miss."

"What shall we do?"

"We have to do what she told us."

The chairman opened Trigon's earplugs and eyepatch.

"Wha, what! Who do you think I am...!"

"Wale Anderson. A distant relative of the chief imperial mage Aragon."

"......!"

The mage pupils narrowed.

'H, how...'

"It seems like you get the title of the imperial mage not because of your predecessors. You're changing your appearance to be his dead son."

"How did you know...! N, no, what are you talking about?"

Seria chuckled.

"Those who dare to deceive the emperor must be shaken so easily."

"What, what do you mean...I,I...!"

The chairman asked,

"Was it you who killed Trignon?"

"No! It's really..."

Trigon, no, Wale's face turned pale.

"Don't tell my father. He's suffering from heart disease. If he knows that Trigon is dead, he'll be...!"

It is true that Wale did not kill Trigon.

Aragon, an imperial mage, brought him, who was talented but could not dream of becoming a mage because of his family.

Wale was like a brother to Trigon. Aragon, who took care of him, was like his parents.

They knew that he had a talent for magic, and he was incomparable to his birth parents who tried to sell him as a test subject.

People called Aragon a mysterious old man who was crazy about money, but Aragon was a man who gave Wale a favour he could not repay even if he devoted his whole life.

Trigon's death was ten years ago. He went ahead with "some experiment" even though he knew it was dangerous, and as a result, his whole body was rotten.

Trigon knew the risk, so he asked Wale for a favour.

Trigon's father, Aragon, was suffering from dementia and heart disease.

He's the only child. Relatives were like a parasites to Aragon. They would devour his wealth when Trigon died.

Wale could not resist Trigon's request and pretended his death to be the death of Wale Anderson.

He killed his identity, but his life as Trigon was happy.

Every day was filled with love that he had never received from his parents.

He knows that if he gets caught, his limbs will be torn apart, but even if he goes back, Wale would have chosen to live as a Trigon.

However, in Leblaine's first life, Wale was found out and was decapitated by a guillotine.

Afterwards, Aragon, whose dementia worsened, was deprived of all his property by his relatives as he died while wandering in the streets.

"Please..."

Wale begged on his knees.

Seria and the chairman exchanged eye contact.

Seria bent on one knee and gazed at Wale.

"If you don't want to be caught, you'll have to follow our orders."

"......is it a threat?"

"Or else what?"

The chairman shook his head looking at Seria with an evil look on her face.

'She looks just like our master.'

If Leblaine had seen this scene, she would have grinned, "As expected, my first subordinate!"

***

When they saw me whining in prison, the knights said as if they were begging.

"Please go. Please! Trigon testified that it was defensive magic, so you are released!"

The knight almost cried.

"I'll go after I digest my food."

"Please!"

"Okay, okay."

I stretched my legs and came out of the iron bars.

'It was like a vacation, but I felt sorry for them.'

I'll get a lot of headaches when I go outside.

As the knights said, the arrest was lifted thanks to Trigon's testimony. Of course, there was persistent support from Dubbled.

'Anyway, I have to go back and forth from home and be investigated.'

I left the prison with a troublesome face. There was my family and my escort out there.

"Leblaine!"

"Kid!"

Henry and Isaac ran to me. Isaac grabbed me to check my condition.

"Oh no! She's thinner!"

I eat well and sleep well though...

Isaac grabs my cheeks and frowns.

"Her cheeks are slimmer!"

No way.

"I ate four meals a day."

"They only gave you four meals? To someone who eats six meals?!"

I stared at the prison head, whose face was so stiff.

"No, no. It's four meals, but I always eat two bowls!"

"Two bowls? Didn't you usually eat three bowls?!"

The bread was bigger than the bread back at home, and the bowl was so big that I only needed two bowls.

I pulled Isaac, who was rushing to the prison head right now.

"I'm going home."

"Ah, yeah. Let's go get some rest."

The three maids cried out.

"I've changed the sheets."

"I heated up your blanket."

"I've prepared a lot of snacks!"

I eat really well, and I've been doing well, but I don't know why everyone feels sorry for me.

Anyway, I followed my family out of the palace.

When I arrived at the mansion, many people from the society sent me letters when they heard of my release.

"Why are there so many people giving me these?"

Usually, when people are out of the prison, they will ignore them.

When I was trapped in prison and released after investigation about Mina's attempted murder, I was almost treated like a bug.

"Because you are the hero who prevented the curse of the palace with that small body."

I looked at Henry.

"I'm not thought?"

What I protected was my family, not the imperial palace.

Even if there was a curse in the imperial palace, I didn't have any intention of saving it.

"If you turn things around a little bit, public opinion changes easily."

"Ah, so that's what Henry made."

Then Isaac laughed saying, "My brother is good at such mean things like that."

'That's Henry. I don't even have to move. So nice!'

I was smiling thinking that way, when my aunt put me on the bed.

"Take it easy today. I'll ask what happened to you next time. We'll sort things out."

I felt protected. I felt nice and replied with a small voice, "Yes..."

The eyes of the family and servants were filled with pity.

'No, I've been really well...'

My dad laid me down, and my family stood by me until I fell asleep.

Everyone left the room only after I slept.

Then I opened my eyes and searched under the bed.

'Here's the communications device...!'

I quickly grabbed the communications device and called Seria.

"How did it go?"

[Trigon is completely in our hands.]

"Good job. Anything else?"

[We're ready as you said.]

"Okay. Now explode it."

[Yes.]

After the conversation, the light in the communications device faded, and I looked out to the window.

I've been well in prison, but the Duke of Vallua won't be.

'I'll rip him apart.'

"Hey."

The devil who was hiding on my side emerged.

"Whaf else awe you going to make me do." (What else are you going to make me do.)

"......?"

"Whaf! Why awe you stawing like that!" (Why are you staring like that?)

Maybe he didn't know because no one ever told him in person, but now, animal fangs are sticking out on his lips, so he can't really speak well...

"Nothing, as long as I can understand well."

"My fwangs awe symbol of dignity!" (My fangs are a symbol of dignity!)

"Yes, yes. Okay, so why don't you go to the palace first?"

"......Hwo come?" (How come?)

"Go and knock down the palace."

The devil blinked his eyes as I said with a smile.

"....Why?"

"That way, the palace will open its eyes and find you."

Eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth.

He tried to accuse me of treason, so I'll blame him the same way.