Chapter 462 – Missing

“I would like to meet a mediator and have a conversation about Nema Natas.”

After hearing Roman’s voice, the cabin was quiet.

A quiet space where you can hear the sound of insects flapping. Morgan, with a stern expression, raised his glass.

“Hmm.”

“···.”

The old man quietly moved his bowl to quench his thirst and tilted the old kettle again.

The contents inside were empty.

Morgan, whose movements were awkward, forced himself to open his mouth.

“I said something… I feel embarrassed for the first time in a long time. The mediator is not someone you can easily meet if you want to.”

“I know. That’s why I’m asking you.”

Morgan tapped her dry, gnarled fingers on the table.

A feeling of worry arose on my face with furrow-like wrinkles.

Roman waited quietly until the moment he opened his mouth.

“If I say no here, are you going to torture this old man?”

“… Would you do that? If you do that, will you open your mouth?”

Perhaps it was an incongruous joke, but Roman burst into laughter at Morgan’s words in bewilderment.

‘The people who open their mouths through torture are determined.’

Roman knows better than anyone else. This is information that I learned from experience from my previous life.

Even if this old warlock in front of me reminds me of his death by paying pain, I can’t get something I want.

“What this old man can do here is not to convince you that you will be able to meet the mediator.”

“Then?”

“My limit is to ask the mediator for his opinion.”

“It’s enough.”

That was really enough for Roman. Rather, this answer exceeded expectations.

“Whether you intended to reduce Nema Natas or not, you have a history of benefiting our Mendes Pentagram. Because of that, the mediator has also been interested.”

“Oh. That’s right?”

“This is my first time asking about your intentions, so please take it as an honor.”

After making a decision, the old man’s hand moved.

In response to the mana, a strange scroll made of some kind of leather came out of the drawer that opened.

Morgan opened the scroll and began to move the mana filled with negativity.

“Go out first and wait.”

“Call me when you’re done.”

Roman got up from his seat and went out of the cabin to kill time.

As I walked, observing the villagers living in a dazed state as if they had lost their senses, all I could see was a river covered in fog.

It was a time when I felt like this was quite a spectacle and thought about going fishing.

The cabin door opened, and Morgan, wearing a black robe, came out holding an empty lamp without fire or oil.

“Let’s go.”

Words that are the same as consent.

As Morgan began to move uncomfortably and hesitantly, perhaps because he had a prosthetic leg attached to his missing leg, Roman followed quietly.

The place I arrived at with quite frustrating steps was a foggy riverside.

Crackling!

After completing the preparations, use black magic to light the lamp with a black flame.

Morgan implicitly warned Roman.

“Don’t take your eyes off from here. If you miss the guide, you’ll end up wandering in the fog.”

“Hmm… I don’t feel like it’s a barrier made with black magic.”

There was no way to give an accurate answer to the group’s secret.

Morgan added the content in a serious voice, as if consciously.

“If it’s in your power, you’ll have to figure out how to get out even if you get lost, but I don’t like wasting time. Even if I come back here, I won’t reach my destination.”

With those words, Morgan stretches his feet over her.

Tak.

It is not the sound of water lapping, but the sound of stepping on something hard.

Morgan, who claimed to be her guide, lowers the lamp to shine below her.

The surrounding fog gradually receded, and the hidden path began to become visible.

“Is it hallucination magic? Or is this whole artifact?”

“Well.”

Morgan steps on the path visible from the range of the lamp, and she just heads forward silently.

The identity is not revealed for granted.

‘If you don’t have that lamp, you won’t be able to see through them, and you won’t be able to enter their base.’

As I followed and observed, various possibilities emerged. I’m just not sure.

I think Ricke’s eyes would see everything.

After walking for quite a long time, my vision began to change.

She turns off the lamp with a click and steps on the dirt ground.

It is presumed that they have arrived somewhere beyond the thick fog that is unique to this area.

“This is Mendes Pentagram’s headquarters? It’s more frugal than expected.”

“We haven’t arrived yet. Follow me.”

I feel like it’s a duty rather than animosity, so I just ignore it, but there are more than one or two eyes watching this place.

Jeez. Jeez. Jeopuk.

I went up the weak slope, passing through the trees that were damp on the outside, probably due to the moisture from the fog.

Morgan raised his low head and pointed to one side with his finger.

Roman’s eyes were filled with surprise as he encountered something familiar.

“···Gate?”

It was small and shabby, less than half of what was installed in the empire.

A unique, nauseatingly complex magic circle, something similar to a haze that distorts the surroundings.

These and other requirements made me confident that it was a gate.

“If you know, you can talk quickly. This old man’s role ends here.”

Morgan told Roman to cross the gate.

Roman ran his head with both hands to straighten his mind and then started walking.

*****

“Shit!!!”

Clang!

Objects placed in the saint’s room were flying around nervously.

The floor was littered with shards of glass and pottery, and it was also full of plants that had lost their homes in vases.

– It’s a hunch, but I’m confident. You are the one who sold out the church, right?

– I will soon find evidence and cut off your head, so just wait. It’s okay to run away.

On the way back after completing the agreement. Varian’s confident smile and warning.

Just thinking about that time made Jouberois Blanc dizzy to the point of feeling dizzy.

After hearing her words and seeing herself closing her mouth in embarrassment, Varian looked truly convinced.

‘What intuition do lizards have…!’

No evidence was left behind, and the person who executed it was a warlock.

Varian had already labeled himself as the culprit and was acting.

I felt like my nerves were being torn to shreds as I thought about what I would do if evidence came out.

‘Even so, you shouldn’t run away. My place…’

Avoiding it in the first place would be an act of acknowledging one’s sin.

How can you throw away everything you’ve built up throughout your life? He never thought of a life without wealth and power.

Ttedeuk.

The habit of nibbling at the fingertips out of impatience. Blood flowed through the saint’s fingers.

“Isn’t the saint’s blood an expensive item considering its symbolism? It shouldn’t be spilled so wastefully.”

“!”

Someone’s voice heard in a room alone.

The saint generated mana in his hand and aimed it at the place where the voice came from.

“···Who are you?”

“Ska.”

“Where does this guy come from?”

“What are you asking when you know? The delivery man came to give me something in return.”

The boy, who introduced himself as Scar, had a ball of mana on his fingertips and showed a strange energy.

The saint withdrew his hand from the man who was showing off that he had come from Nema Natas.

“It’s bold of you to come here knowing the current state of the federal government.”

“Haha! I’m worried about how many priests there are in the Federal Bureau right now. If they unite, there’s no way they can catch me.”

“···.”

Isn’t it a fluke that it came quietly?

Despite his youthful appearance, the warlock named Scar showed a triumphant smile as if he was confident in his skills.

“I was going to just repay the saint and leave. My good conscience, which is unsuited to black magic, prevented me from doing so.”

“What does it mean?”

“Do you need help? Did our saint find himself in a difficult situation in just one day?”

“···.”

Irritability rises again when I recall the situation.

Lord Verois Blanc bit her lip so hard that blood came out.

If she had reacted correctly when Varian threw the bait out of the blue, it might not have been this bad.

“Now, how about you move over to Nema Natas? There are quite a few vacancies, so you can start in a good position.”

“Ha, the Empire and the Federation are going crazy trying to erase Nema Natas, so you want to come there?”

“Why does a saint who is said to have a talent for business look so far ahead?”

“If there is a plan, I will listen. If there is a way for Nema Natas to survive, at least explain it properly.”

The saint laughed at the absurd recommendation and sat down on the sofa.

“If things get really tough, one way would be for our leader to step in and blow off the heads of all the important people.”

“···.”

I can’t say for sure because both of them are in a state I can’t measure, but that elf might actually be able to beat Theodore.

‘Considering the compatibility of black magic, it is not impossible.’

Scar continued as he watched the saint making his own calculations.

“In the end, it will be the last method after all options are blocked. Until then, we will have to use other tactics.”

“It looks like they are preparing something.”

It was an attitude that did not just sit back and be beaten by two countries.

“First, we have to neutralize each outstanding character one by one. By identifying their weaknesses.”

“···Do you think that lizard has something like that? Theodore has no weaknesses.”

“Forget about those crazy dragon people for a moment. Our goal is the empire. The target is someone you know well, right?”

“Are you trying to capture the saint?”

Scar shook her head at the answer that didn’t even go through her head.

“Platinum adventurer Roman.”

“!!!”

When a name she really knew, other than saint, came out, the saint widened her eyes.

“Our leader designated her as more dangerous than a saint in the empire.”

“···.”

“From here on out, you can’t say anything unless you’re a member of Nema Natas. If I get caught with this right now, I’m going to get scolded a lot.”

A gaze staring at oneself. It was about making a choice.

The saint, who was contemplating with her eyes closed, nodded her head heavily.

Scar giggled and quietly explained the information.

“You have no idea how hard our spies worked within the empire to obtain this information.”

“Don’t drag it on, just get to the point quickly.”

“It’s urgent… That adventurer named Roman. I heard there’s a woman living with him in the empire.”

“!”

“Because he is such a sensitive person, we were not able to confirm it with our own eyes, but it is clear when we consider the causal relationship with the data preserved within the empire. There are enough eyewitness accounts to be credible.”

I even heard that he was pampered, so this was really tempting information.

“Ricke Bright. All she has to do is get that girl.”

“I’ll participate too. I really wanted to step on that cocky adventurer.”

“This is my mission? I can’t share the reward.”

“I’m not interested in compensation.”

Scar had nothing to lose from the saint’s action of simply following and helping.

The two held hands coolly on the spot.

The saint disappeared from the Federal Bureau with Blanc’s enormous wealth.