(EP.158)Squad #1
158 – Villain’s Squad #1
I go for a walk when I am depressed.
Rather than sitting still and entering the cave of my heart, I felt a little better when I saw some people passing by and looked at the scenery.
aimless steps.
I wasn’t walking with a destination in mind, but as I walked, I saw a familiar street, and I was heading there without realizing it.
“Comrade, long time no see! How have you been!”
Marmar, who was decorating the garden, saw me and waved her hand warmly. Marmar’s earthy gloves were filled with small tree seedlings.
I asked.
“Were you planting trees?”
“The flowers will bloom here by this time next year! Ah, Gargar, dig some more there too!”
At Marmar’s orders, Imp Gargar with honey-colored hair started digging the flower bed with a shovel in his hand.
“Hey, live burial… ! stone… !”
Although Gargar is a crazy imp like Sir Pelto, the black wizard of the Society of the Sages, he cannot think and act normally. Marmar seemed to be in control of such a guy.
“You seem to be doing well.”
Saying that, I quickly glanced around Marmar.
I remember a brief christening ceremony for Marmar a while ago, so I wondered if anything had changed. There’s nothing special about it, and it seems like they’re just getting along normally.
“Aren’t the other imps harassing you again?”
“yes! Now everyone, listen to me!”
After Marmar took possession of the building, she had gathered other vagrant imps and provided them with a place to sleep and food.
However, instead of feeling grateful, the Imps were planning to use Marmar out and use it instead.
I scolded him a lot, but it could happen again, so I decided to come out and report on the progress of what Marmar was doing.
So I took a peek and found that flower beds and buildings that had been damaged at random had been repaired neatly. There is also a feeling of being decorated more ornately than before.
Because the exterior of the old building was painted with paint, the exterior was also quite plausible.
Sreak, Sreak.
Imp with blue hair, maybe it was purpur. I asked as Purpur was painting on the wall of the building with a lot of paint and paint on his face.
“What are you drawing?”
“You know what you see… ! Now I’m drawing… ! Summer golden wheat fields and flying dragonflies, puppies and girls running through the fields… !”
As Purpur said, the landscape painting was pretty cool.
I had no idea he had such a talent, and as I was admiring him, Purpur proudly stretched out his chest and added a few words.
“I learned how to draw from these greenish ink nymphs… !”
“A nymph of ink? what is that.”
“The ink nymphs are very good nymphs… ! The nymphs of the ditch that drank a lot of paint will evolve… !”
That’s right.
I don’t know what a nymph of ink is, but I remembered a fact I read in today’s book. It was that the fairy nymphs had a strange evolutionary system.
Did I mention that all nymphs are born with the most basic ‘ditch nymph’? However, as they grow older and gain experience, they evolve into different nymphs.
Then I wondered if I, as a half-elf, could do something similar.
Anyway.
Purpur drew a picture well. Thanks to this, the old and shabby building seemed to have turned into a tourist attraction full of emotion.
To help Marmar and praise him for doing well, I decided to pat him on the head.
It reminded me of the fact that it was written in the book that fairies like to be praised, especially when they have their hair or cheeks patted.
“You drew a good picture. It seems that the real thing has been moved as it is.”
swish.
There was nothing awkward about stroking the girlish imp’s hair, as there were many occasions where I complimented my younger sisters.
Imp Purpur’s blue hair is as soft as silk and feels good to be stroked.
We’re just looking at the reaction to see if this guy likes this.
burr.
I could see Purpur starting to tremble. Maybe you don’t like stroking your hair? I was a little nervous about that feeling for a while.
“Even with such an insignificant stroking, there is no message… ! It’s about stroking a little harder, half a penny… !”
“I see.”
In the end, I had no choice but to stroke him vigorously as he said. Only then did Purpur seem satisfied. It must mean that it feels good to see the tip of the triangular tail swaying from side to side.
Shh.
Marmar, who was watching it, approached me.
“Comrade, what are you doing now?”
“I was praising Purpur.”
While saying that, I wondered if Marmar was secretly hoping that he would also praise him.
In fact, Marmar, who lives hard, is the most suitable for praise.
“Marmar, you take good care of the old building, too. He gets along well with the other imps, so it’s nice to see him.”
“Are you praising me now?”
“okay. Shall I stroke your hair too?”
Shh.
I removed my hand from Purpur’s head and reached for Marmar’s warm orange hair.
Then she raised her nail slightly and stroked it as if scratching it, and Marmar wags her tail from side to side as if she was very happy.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been praised by anyone… !”
“okay?”
“okay! Reminds me of the past-“
Marmar with hazy eyes as if immersed in reminiscence. Perhaps it reminds me of the days when I lived in a monastery. Since Marmar is a good guy, he must have received a lot of praise from the nuns.
When I was a kid too, I got a lot of compliments. I wanted to get complimentary stickers or mileage, so I purposely did it out of motivation.
But when I think about whether there has been a time when someone cheered me on because I was good at what I was doing after I got older, nothing came to mind. The world is stingy with praise from adults. Even adults feel better when they get compliments.
swish.
Marmar stroking my hair. the guy said
“By the way, I was about to tell my comrade, but I forgot.”
“What were you trying to tell me?”
“I forgot! It reminded me of stroking you now!”
It reminds me of stroking you.
I stopped my hand and asked Marmar.
“What were you trying to tell me?”
“Your comrade asked me to investigate the guide. I found out something about him. This is a story I heard from Gargar, so I’m sure it’s true.”
“From Gargar?”
I looked over there at the crazy imp digging with excitement. I couldn’t quite imagine what he had to say, but I decided to listen more.
“What did you hear from Gargar?”
“The guide said he was collecting spells. The magic of the Demon King. I don’t know why, but I was collecting spells similar to the magic used by my comrades.”
“If it’s a spell I use, is it something like this magic circle?”
I drew a magic circle made of circles and lines on the floor. It was a pattern that I had already memorized in my head by the high-ranking magic Gamigin.
Marmar called for the mad imp Gargar and asked.
“Does it look like this one?”
“curse… !”
“It looks similar!”
“That’s right.”
If these Imp friends are right, it means that the guide, who is a regular in the hunter party, is collecting Angmar’s secrets like me.
Suddenly, something flashed through my mind.
“This is very helpful information. good job.”
* * *
After hearing the story from Marmar, I went to Professor Balan.
After making sure that no one was around, Professor Balan let me into his lab.
“You come here like this. It is an honour. Whoa, what did you come here for?”
“Professor Balaan, can you detect the presence of another Ars Nova?”
“To some extent. Of course, if it’s very hidden, there’s no way for me to find it. All of them must have already roughly grasped my identity through a series of events. You’re going to have boundaries.”
The incident in which Professor Balaan attacked the Draco family and caused a riot is already famous enough that no one in the arc knows about it.
Of course, that she was Ars Nova, Angmar’s great magician, and that’s what caused the incident – although it’s a top secret that only a few, including myself, know.
However, according to Professor Balan, there is a high probability that Ars Novas, who are great magicians like him, are already inferring the state of Balan with only that much information.
That’s why he’ll hide his identity even more tightly in front of him. If that happens, he said it would not be easy for Professor Balan to find other guys.
I said, pushing away a little regret.
“Then there is one person I would like you to investigate. My prediction may be wrong though. There is a high probability that the entity we are looking for is nestled inside.”
“Hoo… .”
Professor Balan crossed his arms in admiration.
“Who can I investigate, okay?”
“Are you aware of the incident where the queen was attacked this time?”
“You’re talking about that strange hunter. I watched the hunter, though. He has nothing to do with us. He’s just a weird thing.”
Balan called the hunter a strange creature. Not really a weird creature.
“It would be best not to approach him. I’m not talking about hunters. He was the guide who brought him here.”
“Guide… ?”
“Wearing a robe similar to mine but black. He’s the same size as me.”
Other than that, I don’t know her name or face.
However, it was certain that he was an irregular that did not exist in the original story.
Such a guy is collecting Solomon’s magic-. Because my senses were not dulled to the point where I couldn’t feel anything suspicious there.
Balan said confidently.
“If I uncover this, I will be able to prove my loyalty to Tae-oh. Joe, that’s good.”
“Loyal?”
“I am not stupid. Oh, I know there are many stories that Tae-oh hasn’t told me yet. uh-.”
Heh heh, Balan grinned gloomily. Obviously I didn’t trust Professor Balaan at all. In my eyes, Professor Balan is also a bomb with a lot of variables.
This guy wasn’t even that stupid.
“… … .”
Suddenly, Professor Balan’s dark red eyes look very sinister. But she reassured me as she put on her soft-looking purple shoulder cape.
“Doubting everything. He is indeed the quality of a wise king. So, do you have more to ask me?”
“I’ll ask for more-. How was it that you were investigating the saint? Didn’t I say that a great magic like yours was sealed inside her body?”
“—Agareth.”
Balaan’s voice sounded like a snake crawling in a cave. I said, ignoring the goosebumps sprouting from the rainwater.
“Yes, Agareth. Is the work going well?”
Hynax and Balan of the Sage Society said that one Ars Nova was sealed in Saint Friga’s body. I don’t think they’re lying, so that’s the obvious truth.
In order to gain power by acquiring the spells inside her, Balaan decided to craft a trick beforehand. When he was about to receive the results, Balaan mumbled and fell asleep.
“That is not easy. The saint’s mental protection, four, is quite hard and strong, so unless there’s anything wrong with it. Rain, I don’t think I’ll be able to see any gaps.”
“okay.”
“Sometimes there were people like that. Strange humans who endure the mental pollution of Ars Nova. Humans with little desire like saints and saints-.”
Balaan soon continued speaking in a sinister voice.
“Still, it’s not that there aren’t many ways.”
The figure with a shadow on his face was an unstoppable villain.