046 – Nadal
Codename Hydra.
Nadal didn’t like the torture chamber very much.
It wasn’t because the screams of pain were terrifying, nor was it because the torture was more mentally tiring than I thought it would be.
It was because the torture room was dirty and unsanitary.
As soon as Nadal became the head of the Inquisitor, it was the torture chamber that he spent a lot of money on.
It was finished with clean white tiles, and all the old torture tools were burned.
It also overturned the savage and primitive methods of torture, in which nails and teeth were pulled out by force with pliers.
As the saying goes, put new wine in a new bottle, a clean torture chamber needed new torture tools.
Nadal’s choice was a syringe.
Nadal pulled out a new syringe and held it.
Viscount Kayle trembled.
Viscount Kayle’s body floated in the air by the magic of the telekinetic movement.
And on the floor was a large bucket of silver, which was mixed with all the liquids that Viscount Kale had drained from his torture.
Nadal approached Viscount Cale slowly.
“Stop it… stop···.”
Viscount Kayle didn’t know the name of the clear potion in that syringe.
But as soon as the potion in that syringe was injected into Viscount Kayle’s finger, it slowly rotted black and fell off.
The rotten finger fell into a bucket placed under Viscount Kayle’s leg.
“Gee, ask a question. Please ask a question…”
Nadal silently inserted the syringe into the little finger of his left hand.
And slowly pushed in the potion.
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
Viscount Kayle screamed at the burning pain in his fingers.
It was so painful that he drooled and a yellowish fluid flowed out of his anus.
The liquids mixed with their fingers in a bucket just below Viscount Kale.
Nadal closed his eyes.
And I felt the hopeless screams of Viscount Kayle.
Nadal tried to empathize with Viscount Kayle’s pain and despair.
It was the pain Nadal had experienced in the past, so I thought I could sympathize with him.
But he could only feel the pain, and he couldn’t feel the despair he felt.
As the screams subsided, Nadal opened his eyes.
Nadal was disappointed.
Viscount Kayle pleaded with tears in her eyes.
“What the hell do you want from me? why···! Please tell me…! I’ll tell you everything…!”
Nadal pulled a new syringe out of the pouch.
Nadal, who had not opened his mouth for two hours, opened his mouth for the first time.
“Is it impossible to answer that question without asking?”
“what···! What are you talking about!”
“You know best what I want. And you desperately want to answer that.”
Nadal’s prosthesis is an artifact.
By automatically reading a person’s facial expression, heart rate, body rhythm, etc.
＜Fear, frustration, frustration, desire to commit suicide＞
Thanks to this proposal, Nadal, who can’t read emotions through facial expressions, can also read other people’s emotions in text.
“You want me to ask that question. And you will want to die. I don’t know how much more painful torture I will face in the future. But I’m not stupid. You’ve failed twice, and there’s no reason to make a mistake three times.”
“failure···? What does that mean?!”
“Do you think you already know?”
Before interrogating Viscount Kayle, I first interrogated Viscount Kayle’s two sons.
Besides the ecliptic, where else are there chimera laboratories?
How did you raise money to build the Chimera Lab?
How did you avoid the gaze of the Inquisitors and bribe key officials of the Empire, including eunuchs?
What do you ultimately want from the chimera experiment?
These mundane questions were answered by the two sons as they lost their fingers and toes.
But with only one question, they both died.
Who directed the construction of this chimera lab?
In a moment when the two brothers asked this question, their bodies began to turn red, and their bodies exploded and died.
“I made sure there was no magical ban, but your sons died suddenly. There is only one such case as far as I know. It’s magic.”
“This motherf*cker!”
Viscount Kayle struggled to bite Nadal with his teeth to kill him, but his body was bound by the telekinetic magic, so he only slammed his teeth into the air.
“I don’t know if you know, but I am a devout magician. I also thought of witchcraft as one of the phenomena that could be explained by magic. But the death of your two sons changed your mind. Sorcery and magic might be completely different powers.”
“Ahhh!”
Nadal looked at his pocket watch.
“The time has already come. So can you wait a minute? I’m going to invite a magician to release the ban on your body soon. ah.”
Nadal thrust the syringe in his hand into the index finger of Viscount Kayle’s remaining right hand.
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
“By the way, do you know what Sir Tigris likes? I would like to express my gratitude to Sir Tigris for receiving the man he loved.”
Nadal looked at Viscount Kayle’s face.
He only twisted his body in terrible pain.
＜Pain, Frustration, Fear, Suffering＞
“Well. You don’t seem to know. I can’t help it. After all, it would be better to ask the other person for a gift.”
Nadal put the empty syringe into the pouch.
“Then take good care of your body. When you’re ready, I’ll come to ask you a question.”
* * *
Tigris headed to Remiola’s tea house.
Upon entering the Remiola Tea House, everyone paid attention to Tigris.
– This is Tigris.
– And I see the real thing for the first time.
– Do you hate it when I talk to you?
Tigris ignored people’s gaze and headed for seat 31.
There, a man in a white fedora hat was drinking tea.
Tigris turned the vase.
Then the man took off his fedora.
His copper-colored eyes turned red, and his copper-colored skin became as white as snow, like a herpes in the Godiva desert.
It was Nadal, a red-eyed, white-haired man.
Nadal got up, took off his gloves, and shook hands with Tigris.
“Nice to meet you. Sir Tigris. My name is Nadal de Asensio.”
“This is Tigris di Norverd.”
Tigris was slightly startled when he touched the skin on the back of Nadal’s hand.
The skin was so thin that it could be described as a piece of paper.
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Just touching Tigris’ claws felt like it was going to tear.Nadal smiled slightly as he read the expression on his face.
“I have very weak skin by nature. So I always wear long clothes and gloves.”
“···okay.”
“You don’t need a car?”
“it’s okay.”
“Then shall we go straight to the point?”
Nadal said with gloves on.
“Can you tell me what the price you want me to pay?”
“What price are you talking about?”
“For giving Rakan to the Inquisitor.”
Tigris saw Nadal a total of two times, including before his return.
When and now Nadal was killed by Schwyz the Horn of Lota and Oslo the Sloth Slayer.
I never had a conversation with a living Nadal, so I had no idea what kind of person Nadal was, but one thing I do know is…
He was a cold-blooded person who treated people as tools.
“Rakan is a really good person. He has a great eye and is a good person to use in the field. It will take some training, but I think I will get used to it quickly.”
Tigris looked at Nadal without a word.
Nadal didn’t think of anything more or less than a chess piece that was good for Rakan.
I’ve never seen a good person among those who treat people as tools, but considering Nadal’s actions before his return, he is a person who is helpful to the empire.
She sacrificed her life to fight the Lotta Horn Schwyz and Oslo the Sloth Slayer, and rescued the Princess.
Tigris decided to ask a question.
“Before I say the price, I have a question.”
“Speak at ease.”
“Why are you loyal to the Empire?”
“Hmm···.”
Nadal observed Tigris’ expression.
It was because I wanted to know what Tigris intended for asking such a question.
＜Unknown.＞
But there was nothing that Nadal’s agenda could find out.
He was able to read his facial expression until a while ago, but not being able to read it meant that Tigris was regulating his circadian rhythm.
It was the first time this had happened, so Nadal suddenly became very curious about Tigris.
Curiosity was one of Nadal’s few remaining emotions.
“Before that question, what is an empire to Sir Tigris? Are you the Emperor? Or is it the people? Or is it territory? Or is it tradition?”
Tigris responded immediately.
“It’s a person.”
“This answer is refreshing. So let me ask you another question. If you had to save the Emperor or 10,000 citizens, who would you save?”
Tigris did not complain that it was rude or that it was not something nobles would say.
In Tigris’ judgment, Nadal was a man with a strange mental state to be polite, and to put it bluntly, he was a madman.
In my experience, arguing with this kind of person is extremely counterproductive.
“From the moment we encountered that dilemma, the war was defeated.”
“But you should choose the one that does the less damage. Who are you going to save?”
“You just got an answer.”
Nadal gave a deep smile.
It didn’t make me laugh because it was funny, it seemed like I was laughing because it was the right time to laugh.
“So you’re saying it depends on the situation?”
“Now, will you stop talking like that and answer my question?”
“If Sir Tigris thinks that the empire is man, then I have only one answer. I was made that way.”
“What do you mean . . . made?”
“I am not a person.”
Tigris paused.
“What do you mean you are not human?”
“I am a homunculus.”
Tigris was very surprised at the word homunculus.
“Now I can feel the change in my expression. Are you surprised?”
Homunculus.
Human beings closest to humans created by humans.
The study of homunculus was prohibited because there were religious and moral problems, but human experiments had to be conducted to make homunculus.
Because human experiments were strictly forbidden by the Empire, like the chimera experiments, they were immediately put to death the moment they did the homunculus experiment.
And the reason Tigris was surprised was because Oslo, the one who slashes the sloth, was a homunculus in Arphem’s clan.
‘By the way, Oslo’s body is very pale.’
Of course, the body shape and image were completely different.
Because Oslo was not an archmage like Nadal, but a sword master.
Her skin wasn’t that thin, and her eyes weren’t red.
However, the atmosphere was the same.
He was a man who didn’t smell.
“I was commanded to defend the Empire by Margot de Asensio, the head of the former Inquisitor, who first discovered me. So we keep it.”
Only then did Tigris understand why Nadal had died to save the princess.
Nadal didn’t save the princess because he wanted to.
It was just working that way because it was made that way, like a machine.
“Sir Tigris is different from other people. Aren’t I disgusting?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am a homunculus. It’s the excrement of a vicious alchemist who was born by eating humans. You don’t seem to hate me.”
“There are too many peoples I hate for that.”
Lota and Arphem, and the traitors who betrayed their family and humanity, finally to Uno.
The hatred and loathing of Tigris was concentrated only on them, so they could not hate anyone more.
“And Nadal, you are on the side of the Empire, so there is no reason to hate you.”
Nadal’s facial muscles moved at the wriggling of unknown emotions that tickled his chest.
A very brief moment passed, but Tigris knew what Nadal was expressing.
It was joy.
“Thank you for saying that. Sir Tigris.”
“·················ogue.”
“Just by the way, the fact that I am a homunculus is a top secret. It is a secret that only a few know, so please do not leak it elsewhere. Of course, I’m not worried because you’re a good guard of operational security, but I’m just letting you know just in case.”
“Why did you tell me such a secret?”
“Sir Tigris and I will do a lot of things together. At that time, if I am in danger of dying, please throw it away as if I was giving up my dedication. Because I was made that way.”
Tigris felt an unknown displeasure at Nadal’s remarks without hesitation to abandon himself.
but did not express
It is meaningless to show displeasure to someone who even considers himself a piece of the chessboard.
The only thing I was worried about was that Rakan would die while growing up under Nadal.
Because Rakan is very weak right now.
Of course, before the return, Rakan had grown wonderfully under Nadal like this.
However, with the return of Tigris, many things have changed.
Unlike before the return, there was no guarantee that Rakan would not be in danger.
Then there was one way.
“Didn’t you tell me you wanted something in return?”
“yes. Are you planning to speak now?”
“Yes. That’s right.”
There was only one way to quickly grow while protecting Rakan.
“Please accept Rakan as your direct disciple.”
Nadal was supposed to become Rakan’s teacher.
* * *
Nadal stared at the spot where Tigris had left for a moment and fell into thought.
‘Disciple….’
Originally, the relationship between the direct disciple and the teacher was the exclusive property of knights.
But Tigris had demanded such a relationship from Nadal.
I accepted the price because it was a price, but I didn’t know what to do.
For Nadal, it was very difficult to form a deep relationship with a teacher and a disciple.
As much as genuinely smiling.
A man entered the Remiola tea house.
It was Rakan.
Rakan sat down in front of Nadal.
And turned the vase.
“I came here because you called me.”
Nadal checked Rakan’s expression.
＜Tense, Curiosity, Curiosity, Expectation＞
Rakan’s expression was very easy to read.
It was similar to the energetic young agents who first entered the Inquisitor.
He seemed to wonder what kind of task he was entrusted with.
But Nadal had no intention of giving Rakan the mission yet.
Nadal opened his mouth.
“Lakan.”
“Yes. Nadal.”
“Are you interested in magic?”
A message appeared in front of Rakan.
＜New Quest!＞
Let’s learn magic from Nadal and master all of the common magic in Circle 1!
Reward: 5,000 points.
Rakan had no reason to refuse.
“yes. there is.”
I don’t know what the relationship between the master and the disciple is, but for now, Nadal decided to start by teaching the magic he was most confident in.
* * *
Irene’s way to school.
A lot of people followed after Irene.
“Do you know what Instructor Tigris likes?”
“I don’t know.”
Irene was asked this kind of question 23 times today alone.
As Tigris became very famous, in order to somehow establish a connection with Tigris, even Irene, whom she had never spoken to before, was approached and asked a question.
“Do you like cake? I recently found a very tasty cafe…”
“You have to train.”
“Then shall we train together? Recently, I also used a great sword…”
“I will do it at home.”
“Oh, I see.”
The nobles kept chasing Irene until she left the Imperial University, and stubbornly clinged to Irene.
It didn’t stick to Charlotte.
no i didn’t
When nobles, who had no acquaintance with Charlotte, tried to cling to him, Charlotte’s friends around him growled and chased him away.
Besides, Charlotte applied for a duel if it was wrong and was beaten to death, so she couldn’t stick to it even if she was afraid of being hit.
Rakan was also rumored to be close with the Tigris Instructor, but because he was a madman who took off his clothes, ran to the training ground, confessed, and studied in the library, not only the nobles, but even the bourgeoisie could not talk to him.
So the person they chose was Irene.
It’s a bit reluctant to come from the Fallen Nobility, but it’s better than Charlotte and the madman Rakan, who can’t be reached at all.
But Irene wasn’t easy either.
It was difficult to meet Irene because she went back to Tigris’s house immediately after taking classes.
Besides, he couldn’t speak much and his expression didn’t change, so it was very difficult to talk to him.
They spit on the floor as they looked at Irene’s back as she left the Imperial University.
– It’s really, really expensive.
– Damn, how long do I have to do this?
– Until this week, my dad told me to always find what Instructor Tigris likes…
-He’s about the size of a pea, and he’s just…!
Irene was absurd about their gossip.
They were swearing at Irene about the subject they approached because they felt sorry for them.
At first, I was a little angry, but since this pattern repeats itself in a day or two for over a month, I decided to pass it on.
At that time, a man interrupted Irene.
“Are you Irene?”
Even half-talks were ridiculous at first, but it was annoying that Irene just blocked the way she was going, as if she was going to have an argument.
It was the first time this had happened, so Irene looked up at the man’s face.
He was a man with dark green hair and the impression of a neighborhood gangster.
“You’re asking if it’s Irene Welf.”
It is very basic common sense and politeness to insert prepositions such as di, de, and von in the middle of calling the full name of a nobleman.
However, this man did not follow the basic etiquette.
In particular, Irene is the only blood relative of the fallen noble family.
Calling Irene’s surname the same as other commoners’ surnames meant fighting.
Irene’s face contorted like a demon.
“What are you.”
At Irene’s life, the man whistled and laughed.
Looking at Irene’s serious life, it was clear that she was a fairly high-level knight.
“If you don’t know who I am, write it. Well, that’s probably why the Welf family went extinct.”
Hung-!
Irene grabbed the sword she was holding next to her and threw it away.
It wasn’t sharp, but it weighed quite a bit, so a hit would crush the ribs.
The man stepped back and avoided Irene’s greatsword.
Even though it was a surprise attack, it was obvious that he was doing quite well, considering that he was calmly avoiding it.
“Oh, be afraid.”
“Because who are you!”
“Can’t you see this dark green hair?”
Irene’s eyes grew bloody.
“Could it be Beansmoke…?”
“okay. sick child. I am Roy de Vinsmoke. Son of Count Vinsmoke.”
House of Count Vinsmoke.
In the past, it was a family that divided and managed a huge black land with the Welf family, and it was a family that declared war on the Welf family four years ago.