72 – Worst Intruder
Arden has been questioning his father’s death since before.
Dillard Feltner was by no means a weakling.
Even within the death squad, except for Robrick, the leader, he was a skilled man who competed within five fingers, and as proof of this, he was also a man who proudly put his name on the executive staff.
The fact that Dillard died in vain without even screaming remained a big question for Aden.
What method did the killer who killed his father use?
Since I couldn’t get a clue about the enemy’s identity, the question deepened even after I entrusted myself to the death squad.
And it was not until today that the question could be asked directly to the person concerned.
As she calmed her rapidly beating heart, Aden swallowed a handful of saliva before speaking out.
“… How the hell did you kill your father?”
“I thought you would pull out a knife and try to kill me right away…. You are quite calm.”
“It’s not too late to listen to your answer. Because I already know that my strength is exhausted.”
Exactly as he said.
After arriving at the academy, Sirius had already exhausted his mana for several preparatory work.
With such a body, he had been enduring the onslaught of Liserotte just a moment ago, so he had no choice but to reach his limit.
Sirius smiled bitterly at the fact that the fact was revealed to a cadet who was only a newbie.
It would be quite fun to keep your mouth shut and watch the reaction.
However, he decided to open his mouth thinking that there would be some pleasure in telling the correct answer to the kid who ran all the way here to avenge his father.
“My magic is the ability to control others. It’s easy to get one or two of your father’s companions in your hands and let go of your guard and approach them.”
“… Does that mean you killed your father with your father’s colleague’s sword?”
“Yes. You understand quickly.”
Aden asks in a trembling voice, and her pitchless voice returns.
It must be a scene close to a tragedy.
Nevertheless, a delightful smile was engraved on Sirius’ lips as he recalled the scene at that time.
Feeling no remorse whatsoever from her face, Aden contemplated whether to lift her sword and stick it in her face, but she controlled her emotions and continued her words.
“Then why did you show up there? If you had manipulated a member of the death squad to defeat your father, you wouldn’t have needed to be there then.”
The biggest advantage of this ability is that you can operate while hiding your identity.
Then the best course of action would be to not show up at the scene of the crime.
Arden asked if he was there because he had a different purpose, but the answer was coldly simple.
“It’s just part of my hobby. At some point, it became a pleasure to watch them fall into traps and die right in front of their eyes.”
Fast.
Sirius’s emotionless voice turns a little higher and a chuckle is heard.
Aden gritted her teeth and inwardly had to correct her assessment of her man, Sirius.
I thought she was just a doll-like person who moved for her mission, but that’s not the case.
As befits a member of a group of followers called a group of lunatics, is this person also unusual?
As if watching the wriggling of ants trampled to death, I didn’t feel the value of listening to him any longer as he dismissed the death of others as part of his pleasure.
‘Did my father die to this scum?’
At the same time, I felt disillusioned with myself for just watching my father get brutally murdered at the hands of such an insignificant person.
The strength drained from the hand holding the sword, and instead of anger, only emptiness and desolation filled the body.
Meanwhile, Sirius’s eyes lit up as he watched Aden’s murderous intent gradually diminish and his will be broken.
In a very fleeting moment, without even being aware of it, Aden released his hand from the handle and relaxed his body, which was captured by his brilliant observation.
‘Now.’
Rumble.
Gathering magic power in one hand that he was covering as if he was sitting down, he got up from his seat and tried to attack Aden.
He deliberately knocked over a chair full of mold that was lying next to him, aiming for the moment when his eyes were focused on it.
Pug!
“Cheer!?”
However, his surprise attack was unfortunately not successful.
It was because Bell, who was observing his whereabouts from a distance without looking elsewhere, did not let this go unnoticed.
With one of Bell’s heavy kicks, he inhaled air through his lungs, then fell out and rolled across the dusty studio floor.
At this, Aden blankly opened his eyes and moved his gaze towards the bell.
Before he could say thank you, Bell’s mouth moved first.
“Don’t look away. And don’t be shy about it.”
“Oh, what a shameful idea….”
Aden flinched at Bell’s sharp eyes, as if looking inside.
I tried to answer in a voice that crawled in like a protest, but that only made Bell’s heart ache even more.
“Don’t you think my eyes are knotholes? Just looking at it, I must have thought it was useless. My father died from such an idiot, saying it was because of me.”
“… ….”
His tone was a little rough, but Arden couldn’t argue.
Because that was true.
The more he listened to Sirius, the more his vengeance against him grew, and the more he felt helpless towards himself.
The reality that even if he came and killed him, his father would not come back also played a role.
Bell leaned his sword on his shoulder towards Aden and added his words while standing on his legs.
“Which member of the Death Guard says it’s your fault? Do you even say nonsense about why you couldn’t save your colleague? If you have a baby like that, bring it. I’ll give you one punch.”
“Ah, no, nothing like that….”
There’s no way such a person could be among her father’s colleagues.
In her bewilderment, Arden hurriedly shook her hand in denial, and Belle’s eyebrows twitched. Sheep to look at it.
“Then don’t feel guilty and avenge your father’s enemies properly. The know-it-alls say bullsh*t that there is nothing left after revenge, but f*ck them.”
This was Bell’s theory.
If you don’t pay back twice as much for gratitude and ten times for revenge, you’ll feel like you’ve pooped and cleaned your back less.
So, Bell ordered Aden to draw his sword with a chin gesture and pointed to Sirius, who was lying next to him.
“I wanted you to put an end to the past. So do it right.”
“… Huh. Thanks, Bell.”
Tie up the past. That’s a good word.
Only then did Aden realize that this was not a process of shedding new blood for revenge, but a process of being freed from the guilt and misery of the past.
Clear magic dwells in your beloved sword.
In Sirius’s eyes, there was no further will to fight back.
Since I crawled all the way here on my own, it was as if the outcome was decided at that point.
In front of her man who was about to end, Aden swung her arm without asking even that common last will.
No, I was trying to swing it.
If it wasn’t for the grotesque sound that arouses human instinctive displeasure.
The moment she realized it was the same human laugh, Arden felt chicken flesh grow on her arm.
Even more so when I realized that the sound of that laughter was not being heard through telephony magic, but rather from the existence in front of me.
“Aden! Step back!”
At the same time as Bell’s voice was heard, the eyes of the man Aden was trying to get her supply changed to dark purple.
Could that have been proof that the thread was connected to the puppet?
Sirius’ body, which had collapsed on the floor, rose from his seat with a bizarre gesture as if being manipulated by something.
Each joint of the legs and arms is broken like a wooden doll, and the head is lifted.
Faced with her glowing purple eyes, Aden was able to intuitively recognize it.
That the existence of Sirius had already disappeared.
I don’t know if it’s the principle or why.
You can tell because she’s just facing her.
That person is not the one he considered a target of revenge just a moment ago.
“Who are you?”
Swallowing her saliva, Aden calms her trembling voice and puts her question into her mouth.
At that question, the rest of the people’s eyes were puzzled.
Asking about the identity of the person we were talking to just a moment ago.
From a third person’s point of view, it was an unreasonable act.
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However, even in the midst of this, Bell did not waver and maintained a calm gaze.
That’s true, too, because he was able to infer the identity of the opponent to some extent from the laughter he heard just now.
It’s not hard to guess, especially considering who Sirius went with for this mission.
That person, even if the other person is a colleague who ate a pot of rice, is a person who can do something about his body without blinking an eye.
‘The person I was most concerned about has arrived.’
Bell broke out in a cold sweat as Sirius’s body began to entwine in purple magic.
Unlike Lizerote’s, it’s bizarre rather than thick or heavy.
I sent a warning in my head to the magical feeling that didn’t belong to the same person.
However, dismissing it lightly, he stared at Sirius, or rather, the Phantom, who slowly turned towards him.
Thank you for showing up on your own, but I can’t help but be nervous.
Even if the opponent had Lizerote, it was clearly an enemy that was not enough to face with the current strength.