Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 303



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The Regressor’s Notepad, Chapter 303

New Year (1)

The atmosphere in the intelligence agency these days is strangely calm. To be exact, it is the eye of the storm. The atmosphere between Director Gedler and the various team leaders is flowing quite suspiciously.

That’s why I’m also keeping an eye on Team Leader Belmore’s office just in case…

─Ah, fucking shit. Where did the three pieces go?

Belmore, who knows nothing about anything, is assembling a puzzle. It’s a 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle.

─Did you spill it when you bought it? This is driving me crazy.

He looks quite relaxed as he bends down and rummages under the desk and sofa.

Bellmore is like that.

For any reason, including business reports, no intelligence agency personnel visit him. He is completely isolated from both inside and outside.

On the other hand, almost all information is relayed to me, either through my team members, through the hotline, or through cameras I have installed inside the intelligence agency.

Externally, I am Belmore’s right-hand man.

Instead, he is not an arbitrary person.

What this means is that he is nothing more than a ‘chief executing Belmore’s orders’.

All the plans I make, all the plans that form in my head, are all Belmore’s thoughts.

Zion Ascal is a servant of the mastermind known as Belmore.

Thanks to that, I can relieve myself of all the burden by just saying, ‘It is Team Leader Bell’s will.’

This is truly power without responsibility.

─Ah, X, I guess you really spilled some fluid. It looks like X, it looks like X.

Belmore, who had given up on finding the puzzle, lay down on the sofa.

─Hey kid, isn’t this something that wasn’t there when I first bought it? It looks like it broke off when I took a shit, so it sucks.

He mutters something as if he is really annoyed, and then suddenly yawns loudly.

─… … Haaaaaam.

He quietly blinked his eyes, then curled up like a shrimp and fell asleep.

He is a gentleman who is truly true to his instincts.

‘Master! I found it!’

Just then, a message arrived for Growl.

‘Uh. Send it to me by email.’

‘yes!’

An email arrived in my dark web account. It was about Teia Isil’s master.

I looked at it quietly.

‘Shall we start right away?!

‘No. Slowly. I need time.’

Slowly but surely, we must collect evidence.

Teia is a meticulous person.

No matter how much you try to help her, if you act too hastily, you could get backlash.

‘Keep watching. Perhaps, one day, you will go and meet your old master’s child.’

Teia’s old master has a son.

He is a monster.

All the accusations and stigma that lead to her downfall arise from that point.

* * *

… … Glowfeld’s Beckron underwent a health checkup, several months ahead of schedule.

Of course, I treated the fortune teller like a crazy person that day, but it was because I was concerned about the curse words.

As a result──

“What is going on?”

Beckron was startled by his wife’s words.

Now he is lying in a VIP hospital room, wearing pure white clothes.

“… … Still, it’s fortunate that we found it early.”

His wife was talking about this and that, but Beckron was out of his mind. His voice didn’t register properly.

“Honey, don’t worry too much.”

I tell myself not to worry, but I can’t help but worry.

“It’s still early.”

Pancreatic cancer is the cancer with the worst prognosis for the average person. However, for a Beckron who is trained magically and physically, and receives top-notch mana healing, the chance of dying from this cancer alone is close to 0%.

It’s not like the cancer cells have undergone magical mutation yet.

“no…….”

But Beckron was desperate. He lowered his head and pulled at his mustache.

“No, it’ll be okay.”

His wife patted him. It didn’t comfort him at all.

Beckron replied in a crawling tone.

“This won’t be the end… … ”

“……yes?”

──Numerous resentments are weighing on you.

Surely the fortune teller… … no, the astrologer said that this was not the end.

──The ghosts are trying to kill you.

The cause is the resentment of souls.

But Beckron doesn’t know exactly what the ghosts mean. Could they be referring to some workers who died in industrial accidents?

Knock knock-

Just then the doctor came in.

“Mr. Glowfeld, you heard what I said… … .”

He explains the treatment method for pancreatic cancer and other things. With a confident face, he talks about how he saved dozens of patients.

Beckron is unhappy with his appearance.

A guy in a white coat who doesn’t even know what’s important.

“Still, it’s fate. Since the magic power mutation happened long ago, even an ordinary person can return to their daily life without any problems.”

“… …Thanks to the astrologer.”

“yes?”

Astrologer. The doctor nodded, but Beckron lowered his head again.

“──Beclong. Raise your face.”

Suddenly, a deep voice raised his face.

“… …Your Majesty.”

Derian, the father of Beckron and the current head of the Glowfeld clan. The old man with a clear face is tall and slender, showing no signs of age.

He spoke in a commanding tone.

“What does it look like now?”

The doctors and nurses left the ward, keeping an eye on things.

Darian grumbled in discontent.

“Illness is just a disease, but you seem to be afraid of something other than disease.”

“… … .”

“Are you going to keep your mouth shut? At least give me an explanation.”

The father urged his son. The son pouted.

No matter how old you get, are you still a child in front of your father?

Beckron sobbed while washing his face dry.

“There was something going on at Castolology.”

“Castology?”

“Yes. He is a card reader who has a special ability… … .”

“What a loser. Are you doing this because of some kind of sorcery?”

“Listen. If it weren’t for him, I would probably be dead. He also told me about this pancreatic cancer.”

“What?”

“Father. What happened there… … .”

Beckron explained to his father what had happened in Castology.

The astrologer pointed out a disease growing in his body, and he said that thanks to him, he went for a health checkup early.

“… … What a coincidence. You’ve grown weak, Beckron.”

Darian dismissed it, but Beckron was still panicking.

If it was just because of the dots, it wouldn’t have happened like this.

──Is this fortune teller crazy? You should be thankful that I didn’t send someone to destroy this place.”

Beckron even denounced astrologers as fortune tellers, made threats, and confiscated all their fortunes.

It was crazy.

Thump─!

Derrian hit Beckron in the head once.

“Beckron. Come to your senses. I said it was a coincidence.”

“… … But, Father, he said this is not the end.”

“This isn’t the end?”

“yes.”

──A man who doesn’t know the importance of illness. Don’t think that one illness is the end.

Beckron is afraid.

Even if he is a billionaire, or the heir to a prestigious family that has become a member of the Round Table, or rather, because of that, he has many regrets about his life that he has lived in luxury, and he does not want to give up all the wealth and honor that he has, so he has a great fear of death.

“This is the beginning,” he said.

“Bekron. Do you believe that? He’s been superstitious since he was a child-”

“He said there was a ghost on my shoulder. A ghost.”

For a moment, Darian froze. His dark wrinkles shook slightly.

“What are you talking about? Speak so I can understand. A vengeful spirit?”

Beckron looked up at Derian.

“… … The astrologer said that numerous evil spirits are trying to kill me.”

Derian suddenly fell silent. Beckron sensed something on his father’s face.

My father knows something.

“Father, you know.”

Derrian’s dry cheek twitched. He shook his head quickly.

“What do you know? Don’t believe the words of a shaman.”

“I’m not a shaman. You know that, Father. Just now, something occurred to you.”

The son knows his father well.

My father, who was always tough and sharp, clearly just remembered something.

“Father, please speak. I must hurry and beg the vengeful spirit for forgiveness.”

“Is this guy crazy? I told you not to believe a shaman!”

“I’m not a shaman!”

Beckron grabbed my hair and muttered through chattering teeth.

“The astrologer needs to see me again. I was so rude. I shouldn’t have… … .”

“This crazy guy… … .”

Darian glared at his son with frustrated eyes and left the hospital room.

But it came back soon after.

“Drink some water.”

He handed Beckron a glass of water. Beckron looked up at his father blankly.

“Come on. Drink and calm down.”

“……yes.”

It looked different somewhere, but gulp.

I drank water.

“Take a rest.”

Darian waited until he had finished emptying his cup before going outside.

“… …Father. Please speak. Father-”

Beckron tried to grab him, but his father’s back was cold.

… … .

I undressed in the hospital bathroom. The face that had been Darian’s had instantly changed into a completely different man.

“phew.”

I think I got the timing right somehow.

By the way, I’m Derrian who just gave water to Beckron.

The water he drank contained a poisonous plant. It was Margacho, used in the magic spell “Weakness.” Margacho that Growl had slightly modified in his laboratory.

I plan to continue to come here once a week to drink this poison tea.

Then, Beckron will continue to weaken even during and after chemotherapy.

Even this poison is so magical that it cannot be detected by modern medicine.

Beckron will start to think that he is really dying because of the vengeful spirit, and the more he thinks about it, the more he will cling to me, and eventually, even Darian will tell him the truth about the eternal life experiment──.

Once I get that information, I plan to let it go.

Just boil the antidote and give it to him.

“… … Ahem.”

I walked down the hospital corridor. Just then, I saw the head of the Glowfeld family, Derian, getting into a limousine with a complicated expression on his face.

He is a rather strong character. Unlike Beckron, he is not swayed by superstitions.

A small smile appeared on my lips.

“My point is not wrong.”

Even if it’s wrong, it’s okay as long as you get it right.

* * *

A pure white winter.

The year changed, and the continent grew a year older.

During that time, I worked mostly as an intelligence chaser. It was the end of the year and the beginning of the new year, so there was a lot of work to do. I assassinated several agents, collected information, poisoned Bekron, and very carefully followed Teia.

─Jade is really angry right now.

Growl was lying on the sofa, chattering.

The guy seems to really like my new house and comes over to play often.

“I guess so. I would be angry too.”

Jade has been suffering for the past three months. The blockers have been harassing her in every way possible, including stealing coffee beans, stealing supplies, and bombing her.

It’s true that I led it, but even I’m surprised at how fearless it is.

─I think you probably mistook lithium for Jade’s business.

“Oh. I think so too.”

Zia used the coffee bean distribution network to obtain weapons materials.

Because of this, Blocker mistook Jia’s lithium itself for Jade’s business and viewed him as a direct competitor.

I think Blocker would also like to try it with his second son, Jade.

In the current situation where the succession structure is still the same, the eldest daughter and eldest son would not help Jade even if she died tomorrow.

Maybe in the past, I would have supported blockers instead?

“Jade hasn’t moved yet?”

─Yes.

Although the mosquito bites are a bit hard for her, Jade is enduring them with superhuman endurance.

That probably means he loves the way he sees himself as a businessman.

But what can I do if the other person isn’t a businessman?

Violence that cannot be met with dialogue must be met with violence.

“It will probably take one to two months at the most to move.”

Jade will make one move, and it will be over in one move. Without anyone knowing who did it, the organization known as the Blockers will disappear into the back alleys of history.

─It sounds fun~ I want to go see it.

Growl chuckled.

I watched TV in silence.

[Libra’s Zedrick, AI Performance at its Peak… …]

The news is that Jedrick’s AI is selling like hotcakes. Despite the huge membership and subscription fees, there are already 100,000 reservations or something.

Thanks to this, Killian’s status received almost 50 million Ren as a performance bonus, but this favor would bring them down just as it was at its peak.

Tiring──

“……hmm?”

Suddenly, a text message came from Libraphone.

A message tinted blue.

It was an agenda item that someone related to Libra requested directly and personally from ‘me’.

In other words, it was a designated mission.

[Request to find out the hideout of the organization called ‘Blocker’ and the identity and location of its leader, Blocker.]

As soon as I see the mission description, I know who it is requested from.

I thought it would take another month, but I guess Lady Jade was really annoyed.

“Grow. I’m going to work.”

─Okay. Please contact me~

I got dressed and Growl tapped my smartphone to manage social media.