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A few days later.
The rumors spread quickly.
The story of Davian Naone, a second-year student, having a duel with Leo Martien, the head of the Department of Swordsmanship, on equal footing.
The rumor was exaggerated, and there was even a rumor that Leo Martien was seriously injured and taken away.
Of course, that wasn't true.
Rather, it was Davian who was seriously injured.
But the important thing is not that.
The important thing was that a second-year student and the head of the Department of Swordsmanship had a sparring match, inflicting injuries on each other.
Who else could wound Leo Martien, the head of the Department of Swordsmanship, other than Chancellor Hugo Molton or the Commander of the Royal Guard?
"There you are! Davian!"
Bonita Portis came in as the door to the private training room burst open.
Click.
Bonita reached behind her and closed the door to the private training room.
Davian was surrounded by dozens of broken swords.
"This is a private training room."
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"What do you keep asking me to tell you?"
"How could you move so fast all of a sudden? Are you secretly taking some kind of drug?"
I do secretly take drugs.
But not that kind of drug.
"Just. My body got faster as I kept getting hit. A strong will not to get hit anymore? An unyielding heart?"
"Does that make sense? Are you telling me to believe that?"
"Um. Doesn't it make sense?"
"Is that even a thing to say?"
"……Then I'll only tell you, Bonita."
Bonita strode closer.
Her long red hair swayed as she followed.
"Okay. Now tell me."
"I improve kinda fast."
And she fell for it again.
"Hey!"
"It's true. There's no other way to explain it."
"Ugh, I'm such an idiot for believing you. By the way. What are all these swords? Why are they all broken? What kind of training are you doing alone again?"
I can tell you this.
"I'm trying to put mana into the sword."
Bonita bent down and picked up a piece of broken sword.
"Not inner force, but mana?"
"Yeah, mana. It feels like it's going to work, but it doesn't."
"What are you going to do with mana? ……Ah! You have a lot more mana, right?"
"That's right for now."
"So you're trying to put that into the sword to create magic aura?"
"Something like that."
Bonita nodded.
"If that's the case, you might be the only person in our kingdom who can try it."
"Chancellor Hugo Molton tried it before."
"Really? How did it go?"
"Failed."
"So you're practicing something the Chancellor failed at on your own?"
"I guess so."
"Amazing. Davian Naone."
"If you're done, can you get out? I'm going to practice some more."
Bonita, who was about to turn around and leave with a disappointed face, stopped.
"Did you have something else to say?"
"What is it?"
"I forgot."
"Go."
"Ah! Mons and Sara came back to your house. Liber said that earlier."
"Young master, you're back."
"Oh, you're back? What about the investigation?"
Sara, who had already changed into her maid uniform, came out of the room.
She was holding a stack of papers in her hand.
"Here. I've organized all the guys who have been going in and out of the secret base for the past two months. There are even members of the Kanzar City Council."
"Even city council members have been won over?"
"No."
"No?"
"Yeah. They've been spies from the start."
A city council member has been a spy from the start.
They must have a definite identity, having been born and raised in the city, to barely get into the city council.
How long has this group of spies been doing this?
The Marino Empire's top contributor to unifying the Manum Continent was a spy organization.
It seems that's not wrong.
"Your drawing skills are pretty good, Sara."
"It's nothing."
The stack of papers Sara handed over had a profile of each person written on it.
On the first page, there was a large drawing of their face, with a quality that would allow you to recognize them if you met them on the street.
Davian scanned through the profiles and set aside a few profiles in the middle.
"What are the profiles you're setting aside?"
"Profiles of people who don't exist."
"People who don't exist? Mons and I did a cross-check, and how meticulously did we check? They're definitely all the guys who go in and out of the base. The number of times they went in and out and the dates are all written down."
Davian picked up one of the profiles.
The name was written next to the face drawing.
Cooper Karun.
"These people are all dead by my hand. Just recently."
"Ah…… really? I didn't see them. I guess they were trying to do something here again?"
"I stopped them from poisoning half of the freshmen."
"Cooper Karun. This person is quite high up? What's their job……."
"Necromancer."
Sara was startled.
"Are there really necromancers?"
"Yeah, there are. They don't seem to be common in the Manum Continent either."
"The spies have lost a tremendous force."
As Sara said.
Necromancers are really rare.
They haven't appeared at all on the Pax Continent, where the Alcancia Kingdom is located.
They are said to be born only on the Manum Continent, where the Marino Empire is located.
They must be born with talent from birth, and their abilities bloom as they become adults.
In other words, they can't nurture necromancers through early gifted education.
Davian, who had scanned all the profiles, organized the stack of papers.
"There are about 30 of them. You both worked hard."
"What are you going to do now? Young master."
"It would be easy to gather them all at once and get rid of them. There's no way these guys will gather all at once, right?"
"I haven't seen more than five of them gather at once."
Sara raised her hand and ruffled her hair.
"Do I have to find them all one by one and get rid of them?"
Davian shook his head.
"How long would that take? We have to set a trap. Just like they did to us."
"A trap?"
"Did you find out how they communicate with each other?"
Mons pointed to the stack of papers.
"The guys who were listed as contact people there. They are in charge of issuing orders and spreading news."
Davian nodded.
"Good. Let's hit these guys first."
"From when?"
"Is there anything to postpone? I'm going this weekend."
Just wait.
You spy bastards.
Kanzar City Magic Circle Terminal.
"How far is it from here? The Exitum bar."
"It's about a two-hour walk."
"Sara, find a place to stay first. Preferably a quiet place on the outskirts of the city."
"Okay."
"Mons, let's start hunting."
"Yes, young master."
"Young master. Call me by a new name while we're here. What did I say my name was?"
"Garrett."
"That's right. Just call me Garrett. I'll call you Mons hyung."
Davian and Mons were disguised as moderately wealthy local noble brothers.
Mons completed his disguise by wearing appropriately luxurious clothes, and he decided to use his name as is.
On the other hand, Davian had to change his face with Sara's disguise mask and change his name.
"Th, that's right. Garrett. Let's go."
"Okay, Mons hyung."
Davian, who had walked a little, asked.
"How does it feel to be called hyung?"
"Pardon?"
"You're originally the older brother, Mons. Should I just call you hyung from now on?"
"No, young master. What are you saying? I'm just the young master's attendant."
Davian nodded.
"Okay, then. When we clear the Laon family's false charges and regain our honor, then I'll call you Mondres Laon hyung."
"Young master……."
"Why, aren't you going to find your original name and surname?"
"I will…… find them."
"Let's be brothers then. It would be nice to have a duke family brother."
"……Thank you, young master."
Mons doesn't know.
For Davian, Mons was already an attendant who had been serving him for over 10 years.
He would step forward at any time for Davian's work.
And he didn't spare his body when Davian was even slightly in danger.
More than Mons knows.
The bond Davian feels with Mons is much deeper.
"I'll help you, Mons."
Mons stopped walking.
If he had said these words a year ago, he would have just thought, 'I'm grateful for just the thought,' but.
Not now.
'If Davian young master helps…….'
Maybe.
Mons was thinking that there was no reason why it couldn't be done.
"Thank you. Young master."
"Let's do what we have to do today first. We have to go get those spy bastards. Mons hyung."
"Okay, Garrett."
Kanzar City East Outskirts.
"Is this alley right, Mons hyung?"
"That's right. This is the most bustling alley in Kanzar City."
"It's so fancy because it's the capital."
Davian was so excited that he looked around here and there, as if he was curious.
Thud.
Someone bumped into him while he was distracted by the stall.
It was a peer-aged boy wearing shabby clothes.
Davian turned around and shouted in an exaggerated tone.
"What! You! Do you even know who I am!"
"I, I'm sorry……."
The boy kept bowing his head and apologizing.
Davian's voice got louder and louder.
"Look at the way you're dressed……. You beggar. You better know that I'm letting you go today because I'm in a good mood!"
"Yes…… thank you."
Davian frowned and waved his hand.
"Get lost!"
The boy, who bowed his head one last time, quickly moved away.
Davian, who saw the boy's back disappear, turned his head again.
"Hey, how much is this?"
The stall clerk pointed to the price tag written next to him.
"The prices aren't that expensive because it's the capital. Give me this, this, and this. ……Huh?"
Davian rummaged through his pockets and made a troubled expression.
Still exaggerated expressions and tone.
"Where did my wallet go?"
While Davian was turning each pocket inside out and making a fuss.
Mons approached.
"Garrett, what's wrong."
"Hyung! My wallet is gone. I clearly put it in this pocket……."
"Don't you know there are a lot of pickpockets in big cities like this? You should have taken good care of it!"
"So I put it in the inside of the pocket……. Ah! That bastard! It's that bastard!"
"What bastard?"
"The beggar bastard who bumped into me earlier! That bastard must be a pickpocket! No, I'm sure!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah! I'm sure hyung! How dare you steal from my pocket!"
Swish.
Mons drew his sword.
Sparkling jewels were gaudily studded in the sword hilt.
"Which way did he go! How dare they lay their hands on my brother's wallet. I'll kill them all."
Davian stretched out his arm and pointed in the direction the boy had run away.
"That way!"
"Let's go!"
"Yeah! Hyung!"
Mons and Davian disappeared from the street with angry faces.
After a girl who was watching the scene from the corner quickly disappeared into a dark alley.
Kanzar City East Outskirts.
The pickpocket gang's base.
"What?"
"The brothers were yelling that they were going to kill us all while making a fuss. I even saw them asking around for the location of our base."
"What kind of guys are they?"
"I think they're nobles……."
"Not that! Are they magicians or swordsmen or something!"
"Ah……. The younger brother got pickpocketed and was jumping up and down, so he's nothing special, but the older brother had a sword. A sword with sparkling jewels studded in the hilt."
The man who was receiving the girl's report smiled.
"A sword with sparkling jewels studded in the hilt, you say?"
"Yes."
The man started laughing loudly.
"It's for show. A real swordsman doesn't put jewels in the hilt."
The man took out a dagger and licked the blade with his tongue.
"Is this a rare case of a whole bunch of gourds coming in? Gather all the kids!"
The pickpockets who were sitting in one corner got up and quickly scattered.
"They better be rich. These noble brats who don't know how scary the world is."
The man said to the girl who was kneeling in front of him.
"Good job. Then you go back to the city and see how far they've come."
"Yes! Captain."
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