I Became the Teacher of the Imperial Family’s Bastard

Chapter 58

058. The Observer’s Dagger (3)

There were many concerns about using him in the operation, but this is indeed the right choice.

“Oh dear, there’s an alarm trap here! I’ll disarm it right away!”

‘Petty Thief’ Peto.

Before the regression, he was called by such a derogatory name, but in fact, everyone in the unit knew.

―Don’t his eyes look suspicious?

―There might be something special like the Lieutenant’s eyes. Shall we pluck them out?

―No. Stop it, you idiots.

His observational skills were almost at the level of a supernatural ability. It was true before the regression, and it is true now.

To my eyes, the trap brick looked just like any other brick, but he would find it by sight and skillfully disarm it.

Not only does he disarm it, but he also deduces and predicts how other traps are constructed from the method of the trap, dissecting the path itself in a chain reaction.

What an outstanding ability.

Even the traps mixed with some supernatural abilities that appeared as we went further inside were no exception.

“If I just twist the mana at the junction a little…!”

Peto licked his lips with his tongue and touched the circuit.

Then,

Click! Click! Click!

…The supernatural traps in the area were all neutralized.

The Crown Prince let out an exclamation.

“Impressive. With that, you could even break into the royal treasury.”

I kept my mouth shut and answered only in my mind.

‘We actually did.’

Of course, it wasn’t Peto’s doing, but something the Crown Prince from my previous life had ordered.

What was it again? After his sword broke in a fight with the Grand Master, he made a fuss about needing a legendary sword, and that’s what caused the incident.

The Crown Prince succeeded in retrieving a sword from the vault, and that was the ‘Holy Sword’ he held until the end.

‘I need to bring that too.’

That sword suits the Crown Prince’s ‘domination’ nature the best.

But to take out the sword from the royal treasury, the Crown Prince’s position alone isn’t enough.

It requires a feat of that magnitude and the seals of the three great noble families of the empire.

‘I’ll have to think of a way for that gradually.’

Anyway, let’s return to the present.

All the traps at the entrance were dismantled.

Peto came before me and knelt.

“Mission accomplished!”

“Ah, good job.”

“Sir!”

Why is this guy suddenly pretending to be a knight?

Does he want to make a name for himself?

Girogo carefully observed Peto and then whispered to me.

“Are you taking him?”

“Yes, I’m not giving him up. I’m taking him.”

“Tsk, what a pity.”

This guy must also be coveting Peto.

Unfortunately, I will gather all my subordinates from my previous life under me as soon as I find them.

Not only do I know how to use them well, but those who survived until the end each play a significant role in my forces.

In the midst of this, the Crown Prince asked.

“So, from now on, are we partners?”

“Yeah, from here on, the space gets bigger. It might be hard to hide.”

It was just as Girgoor had said.

The map that appeared on the retina showed a large space intertwined like a cube, different from the narrow passages or corridors so far.

Whose mind did this structure come from?

I thought about it, but it was something from hundreds of years ago, so there’s no way I could know the answer.

The only certainty was that we couldn’t avoid a battle.

Tension was building.

“Let’s delay the battle situation as much as possible. I’ll take the lead here.”

With that, Girgoor stepped forward and stood in front of the door.

The staff tapped the floor.

Then, black mana spread like mist on the floor and seeped through the crack in the door.

One, two, three.

It was the moment I counted to just there in my mind.

Creak―

The door opened.

And at the sight inside, the prince let out an “Oh.”

“Did you put them to sleep?”

“Mental interference is the core of black magic. Putting them to sleep is nothing. Let’s go.”

Girgoor shrugged as if it was nothing.

A space that looked like some kind of workshop.

Dozens of humans inside were all slumped over the table, asleep.

It was certainly useful.

Thinking that, I followed inside.

Peto was already sticking close behind me, walking cautiously.

It was at that moment.

“Ugh, why is it so chilly…?”

Peto rubbed his arms.

That made me stop in my tracks.

“Huh?”

“Uh, don’t you feel cold, sir? I’m getting goosebumps.”

I didn’t mind the way he spoke in a crumpled manner.

However, the fact that ‘that guy is scared’ triggered my long-standing sense of crisis.

A deserter addict, a master of escape.

This guy was called that, and every time he caused an incident, there was a commonality.

―Look! I told you he’s running away! You b*stard lieutenant! What are you going to do about this!!!

It meant that a dangerous situation, such as being surrounded by enemies, had unfolded.

My body froze.

With a heart close to anxiety, I looked around the restaurant.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just a moment.”

Then, I activated my eyes.

And then, a chill ran down my spine.

My eyes widened as if they were about to tear apart.

A scream burst out of me.

“Prepare for battle!!!”

“What… huh?”

Crunch―

Behind the prince’s dazed voice, the bodies of the sleeping daggers twisted.

Muscles flipped, and bones protruded from their bodies.

Then their bodies deformed, and finally, monsters were created.

Monsters that looked like chunks of meat exposed to the magic of racial mutation.

“What is this…?”

“The trigger is an abnormal state. When external mana mutates the state, that thing manifests inside the body.”

I analyzed the information with my eyes.

There was something like a seed planted in the bodies of the mutants, and its roots spread throughout their bodies.

There was a wave they emitted.

When it finally filled the space,

Whaaang―!!!

An unpleasant noise vibrated through the space.

I frowned.

Girogo spoke bleakly.

“…You set traps like this? In the children’s bodies?”

His tone suggested he didn’t want to admit it, but that didn’t change the fact.

He took a deep breath.

He tore off his disguise.

“We’ve been discovered. We’ll break through quickly.”

Given the situation, they had to make sure to catch the ones who had escaped.

It was the moment he put his hand in his pocket.

“I’ll do it.”

Beatrice stepped forward.

* * *

The depths of the Igrosia lord’s castle.

Milly, who had escaped from the Papal Palace, couldn’t look at the man in front of her and lowered her head.

The same was true for Fern and Gordic, who had fled with her.

“Ah, this is so annoying.”

A figure wrapped in a robe.

His mouth was twisted, and the barely visible chin was full of wrinkles.

The man grumbled.

“Nothing goes as planned. We fought our way in here.”

The enemy… that is, the Crown Prince and the Grand Duke had come here.

It could be confirmed through the eyes of the transformed daggers.

“I was so happy that an expert came out, but I didn’t expect it to be those guys. Why is this happening to me…”

It was a childish complaint.

However, the aura he exuded was far from childish.

“Damn Pharos. It’s because of that b*stard. If that b*stard hadn’t killed Rebecca, it wouldn’t have come to this.”

“……”

“Ah, we should just go to war. If we pit the criminals against the system, they’ll all die, wouldn’t that be great? If Rebecca were alive, we could have induced that. But that b*stard…”

Crack!

The armrest of the chair broke.

Milly also agreed with that opinion.

The plan began to unravel in earnest with Rebecca’s death.

The time when Kallios and Beatrice resisted the allure.

It was necessary to alter the cognition of the remaining three to cope, and for that reason, they were preparing a sacrifice to feed to the demon.

But what is this, Rebecca suddenly died.

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To be precise, she was reverse-summoned.

There was no way to change the cognition that had already been implanted.

They tried to find a way to summon the demon again, but it was impossible.

‘…The number of sacrifices was insufficient.’

There were many favorable conditions for the creation of the first Rebecca.

The situation was good, and the summoner was good.

But the second time?

They couldn’t hope for the same luck.

Since there was one failure, they had to gather ten times the number of sacrifices for the next one.

Not only that, but they had to collect screams and despair that could only be extracted from a large-scale war.

In the end, the only method they could use was to shake things up within the already altered cognition.

The man tried to instill a sense of revenge in Girgo to induce war, but even that failed, and he was just experimenting.

The current Girgo, who recognized Rebecca as the ‘real Girgo,’ was preparing for war in his own way.

They were tied down, and while waiting anxiously, this incident broke out.

Their tail was stepped on.

The man began to show anger.

“Why didn’t you just commit suicide there? If you had, things wouldn’t have escalated this far.”

It’s sophistry.

Even if they hadn’t come, their tail would have been stepped on from the moment they investigated Verheim.

“Or you could have killed Verheim. If you had, you could have bought some time by wrapping things up nicely.”

It’s a ridiculous statement.

Even though he lost his blessing, he was still a saint.

They, mere intelligence agents, couldn’t possibly handle him.

The man kept whining and then finally stood up.

Millie closed her eyes tightly.

‘…Is it the end?’

I knew the man’s disposition well.

I knew that unruly nature of his all too well.

“Hey, take responsibility.”

A nonchalant tone.

Childish tantrum.

When you strip that away, you see the man’s true name.

“Die cleanly here.”

The Seventh Apostle, Hister. He was one of the hearts of the Order.

Splat!

Three heads exploded.

Hister looked down at him indifferently, then brushed off the blood that had splattered on his robe.

“Ah, now what.”

He muttered as he looked up at the ceiling.

“The entrance is blocked by those guys, and if we go another way, the lord is there…”

Hister, who had been shaking his head slightly, came to a conclusion.

“…We’ll have to fight and kill them.”

Things will work out somehow.

They were people who had to be killed someday anyway.

No, if we spread the rumor that the crown prince and the crown princess died in Igrosia, we could start a war and create screams and despair.

Hister smiled faintly, satisfied with the answer he had come up with.

* * *

Beatrice examined the mutants in front of her.

And behind her, she felt the unpleasantness beginning to sprout from another room.

There was no time.

Yet there were so many enemies.

It was too urgent a situation to cut through them one by one with a sword.

Bang!

Kallios and Gilgor were clearing away the mutants that were charging at them.

Beatrice thought.

‘If it’s now…’

I can show you what I’ve prepared.

I can be of help.

“I’ll clear the way.”

Beatrice’s water-colored hair returned, and her original features came back.

She swiftly removed her robe.

Her prosthetic arm was more visible in her sleeveless attire.

She then removed her eye patch.

Revealing her right eye, which had no distinction between the white and black parts, only three overlapping target-like marks.

“Can you do it?”

She nodded in response to Yuren’s question.

Beatrice grasped the internal structure.

Then, she extended her prosthetic arm towards the core.

Click! Click!

The prosthetic arm opened and reassembled.

The magical mechanism was exposed, and where her hand used to be, it transformed into a bullet ejection port.

Her entire arm took on the shape of a long cylinder, and at that moment, Beatrice chanted.

“Charge.”

Kiiiiing―!

The magical mechanism vibrated wildly, absorbing the surrounding mana.

At that moment, a sunset-colored light emanated from Beatrice’s shoulder.

Beatrice adjusted the ratio of mana and sunset light with her artificial eye.

She recalled the words Rona had told her when she practiced this magic.

―The parts eroded by the demon do not circulate mana. This is because the demon’s power blocks the flow of mana. But there is one way to use it differently.

This was a magic that only she could perform in the world, a magic that used her disability as a weapon.

―Do you know what happens when the demon’s power collides with the mana in the atmosphere? It generates energy. You use that. Draw mana from the outside with the prosthetic arm, make it contact the demon’s power… and after holding that energy for a moment, release it all at once.

―…Is that possible?

―Yes, it is. You have an exceptionally high mana sensitivity. However, since this is magic outside the hierarchy, the firepower will depend on your ability.

The demon’s power collided with the mana.

It charged the magical mechanism to its limit.

Beatrice did not immediately release the energy.

After several more processes.

‘Penetration’ to enhance the impact of the strike.

‘Tracking’ to search and intercept the enemy.

‘Explosion’ to neutralize even if it misses.

As various magical treatments continued, the magic engine spun faster.

A wide-area crushing technique that weaves dozens of spells into a single shot.

That is,

“Magic Missile.”

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