Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 325



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The Regressor’s Notepad 325

Flow (3)

Libra’s elders want the death penalty.

Of course, I don’t want to.

But if you say ‘I don’t want it’ directly, the situation will become ambiguous.

Of course, I told the prosecutor in charge of Teia Isil, “Insult instead of death,” but the elders would not be persuaded by similar words.

therefore…….

“I will kill you.”

I said river to river.

To those who want to kill Teia, I propose a much more extreme plan. To be ‘excessively’ loyal, even more insane than the elders of Libra.

If you agree with their opinions but push them to the extreme.

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

The elders are silent like this. They look quite embarrassed. They agree with the result of ‘death’, but they are afraid of the method.

“… … Murder? Are you talking about inside a detention center?”

The camel asked back.

“Yes. Teia Isil is a human who has tarnished the reputation and popularity of Lord Jedric, and should never be forgiven. Therefore, as Libra, I must send a warning to this continent.”

The elders were silent.

I put on a false sincerity that pretended to be madness.

“What would happen if you touched Libra? What would happen and what would be the end?”

There were thirteen elders in attendance at the meeting. I looked into their eyes one by one. I looked straight at them, almost as if I was bewildered.

The elders averted their gaze one by one.

“The plan is perfect. From the draft to the follow-up.”

“… … No, but still-”

“Don’t worry, Elder Anakta. Given the circumstances, it seems to be suicide.”

The camel swept his chin with the palm of his hand.

I continued speaking dryly.

“It doesn’t make sense to sentence her to death. After all, it’s the Congress that punished her.”

Then I faintly corrected my face. I made a villain’s expression.

This is not an artificial image from a movie or drama. It is an imitation of the evildoers with endless malice that I encountered while rolling around in the gutter, the bottom of life.

“Teia Isil must be killed by us.”

“… … This, this is. This is. Let’s see, let’s see, okay?”

Those were Belanta’s words.

The elder who used to call Jedrick ‘baby’ instead stepped forward and calmed me down.

“I understand your sincerity. However, this is not something to be decided hastily.”

Belanta forced a smile.

“… … .”

I sat down in my chair without saying a word. Belanta looked at me with her eyes as if she was trying to soothe me.

“Don’t worry too much. We’re all just as angry as you are.”

“… … Yes. I will completely follow the elders’ opinion. However, this is just my opinion.”

“Then… …Should we end the meeting for now?”

Belanta exchanged glances with the other elders. Anakta sat up as she listened to her words.

“Let’s stop the meeting here for today and do it later.”

We all stood up from our seats.

The council of elders was suddenly dissolved, but they will probably hold a second meeting among themselves.

“Elder Anakta.”

I caught the camel that was trying to leave.

“… … Hmm. What’s going on now?”

It’s a rather unpleasant sight.

Of course, being too aggressive might be uncomfortable for conservative older people.

That’s why I’ve prepared a personalized gift.

“I heard that the elder likes golf. It’s nothing special though.”

A gold-leafed invitation card taken out of his pocket. Just looking at it, you can tell it’s top-quality.

The camel frowned.

“… … A golf membership?”

“yes.”

Still, there’s a hint of laughter in his eyes.

He waved his hands as if he was shooing away some bug.

“As expected, I’m young and clumsy. I have memberships to all the famous golf courses. What do you think my social reputation and prestige are?”

That’s understandable. Anakta is one of the elders of Libra who has quite a strong influence.

but.

“This is Emilio Golden Garden.”

“… … What?”

His complexion changed.

Emilio Golden Garden.

It is a real ‘magical space’, called the best golf course in the world.

Regardless of the price of the membership, the number of people is limited, so only one ticket is released every few years, and it is difficult for even the elders of Libra to enter. Even if they are direct descendants, there is a high possibility that they will not accept the youngest member like Jia.

How did I come to have such a precious invitation?

I received it as a gift.

Yerain, the precious daughter of that noble family who came back to life thanks to my prophecy keeps giving me gifts.

Since it is an unnumbered invitation, there will be no problem if someone other than me uses it.

“Is it a bribe?”

He asked back with a stern expression.

I answered with a smile.

“Elder Anakta. Your birthday is in three days. I thought I would have something to do then, so I’m taking care of it in advance. I originally planned to give you a [Castology] invitation, but I couldn’t get one, so this is the second best option.”

“Hoo. If you’re talking about Castology, then you’re talking about that famous astrologer… … But that’s fortunate. I like this membership better… … No──! No──! I can’t accept this.”

The camel made an impossible request. I forcibly put her in the camel’s arms, offering the usual dissuasion, such as, “Hey, don’t do that – consider it sincerity.”

“Oh, really, this reckless young man. No matter what!”

He pretends to be stern and tries to scold me, but ends up giggling and putting his hand on my shoulder.

“… … It’s hard to kill someone in a detention center. It’s too conspicuous. Still, I’ll tell you my story. Because it’s your sincerity.”

The camel smiled broadly. It was a face soaked in happiness, and with a little exaggeration, it seemed as if decades of stagnation had been relieved.

I guess the ‘Golden Garden’ membership was something on your bucket list.

“Happy birthday again.”

I bowed to him.

For me, bending down 90 degrees is easy.

It’ll be hard for other balancers. They have so much worthless pride that they think balancers and elders are on the same level.

“Haha. Go ahead. Go ahead. It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a solid young man… … That’s why I’m a balancer.”

The camel left the hallway, even waving its hand.

“… … .”

I quietly watched his back and then ran my hand through my hair.

“I guess that’s not it.”

For reference.

It may come as quite a surprise, but there are traitors among Libra’s elders. In other words, there are elders who want to betray Libra.

In a broad sense, my allies.

I still don’t know who it is, but there’s a very good chance it’s not a camel.

… … .

Meanwhile, the elders gathered again in a slightly more cramped conference room, secretly from Zion.

“… … This balancer is a bit creepy. He’s dangerous. What are you going to kill him inside? Just kill him cleanly-”

“What the──!”

At Belanta’s words, Anakta suddenly gave a scolding. Belanta flinched.

“I’m going crazy! This old man has lost his mind! What the hell is he doing!”

“You’re the one who’s making a fuss, what’s so creepy about that?! Where are you, you piece of shit!”

The camel glared at Belanta, wrinkles forming in all sorts of ways.

“Young people can be a bit aggressive! You’re almost the youngest balancer! It’s all done out of loyalty, so I can’t help but pat you on the back. What kind of nonsense is this when you’re all old? Hey, tsk.”

Anakta defended Zion while fiddling with the invitation to [Emilio Gold Garden] in her arms. She was so enthusiastic that Belanta was dumbfounded.

“So, are you saying we should kill Teia in prison?”

“… … I guess I’ll have to think about that.”

Ahem. The camel stroked my beard.

Suddenly, I remembered what Zion Askar had just said.

‘I originally wanted to give you an invitation to [Castology], but I couldn’t get one, so this is the second best option.’

“… … I heard that there is a very talented astrologer on the continent these days?”

“Oh! I heard that too.”

Another elder interrupted Anakta’s words.

“The Round Table family, Glovfeld’s son, and Yerein, there is a very brave fortune teller like that.”

“Hmm. Is that so? Then, is there no way to go there and have your fortune told? There’s no harm in having your fortune told.”

Anakta looked at Belanta. Belanta scratched her head and replied.

“What are you asking? I should ask the information bureau… … It’s been a while since you said something I like.”

Belanta’s lips quirked.

In fact, she was a famous shaman and superstitious believer even in Libra.

… …

The mission was given to the information agency.

[One Castology Ticket]

Things worked out well.

Of course, I didn’t just talk to Anakta about [Castology]. The human mind is so cunning that it always tries to find the answer in a convenient place nearby. That’s why Anakta unconsciously adopted the [Castology] that I had recited just before the meeting.

“hey.”

Belmore asked. He was almost sprawled out on the director’s chair.

“Can you get a ticket for that?”

“yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“However, the mission level needs to be a little higher for it to be profitable.”

“It’s a B grade? Isn’t that high enough?”

“This Castology ticket is something that even the members of the Round Table have a hard time obtaining.”

“… … Then what? What do you want me to do? Hwaaaaam.”

The yawn was heavy with alcohol. Looks like you drank a lot again yesterday.

“Just tell the elder. Ask him to upgrade you to an A-class mission.”

“Really? Then just do it?”

“yes.”

Of course, I won’t just do it for free.

Just to stir things up a bit. I’m trying to make Director Belmore into someone that even the elders can’t treat lightly.

I’m the one who put the needle in, so if I get manipulated by the elders, it’s like giving a dog a bone.

“What, isn’t that something the elders don’t like? That they’re picky?”

“How could that be? After all, I’m just doing what they asked me to do. It’ll be fine. Just send me the documents.”

“… … Okay. Okay. Go ahead. But make sure to bring Castorozin or something.”

“yes.”

I nodded with a businesslike smile.

* * *

“She was a chunky.

A calm lakeside. Aren’s swear words echoed out loud. The magic contained in his rage flowed to the surface, rippling like ripples.

─Shh.

Someone’s voice. However, it is not a sound coming from a person’s mouth.

It’s a tiny ‘stuffed doll’.

─Don’t overreact.

“How can you not overreact, Mr. Riley?”

This stuffed animal is Riley’s communicator.

After she achieved great success, she returned to Bancheon and was promoted to one of the key leaders. Therefore, she had to be more careful about exposing her personal information than anyone else.

“Shouldn’t we strike first? I’ll kill that bastard and go to jail.”

Aren can no longer contain her anger. The yellow journalism and the dirty, dusty bastards that pour out of the media are completely destroying her teacher.

─Zion Ascal is a skilled person. It’s difficult for you to do it alone.

“If that doesn’t work out, we can go together!”

─And then?

“… … ”

Suddenly, Aren’s mouth became choked.

─If you, the disciples, kill Zion Askar, what will be left?

“… … .”

─Sister, you won’t be able to come out, and you’ll all die… … Haaaaaah.

The stuffed animal let out a sad sigh.

─Aren. Don’t get me wrong. You are not a half-heaven. Just as Sister Teia is not a half-heaven.

“… … Then what should I do?”

Aren fell down, leaning against the tree.

“I can’t live like this.”

Aren had no family. He was an orphan from birth.

If Teia Isil had not recognized his talent and claimed to be his teacher, he would have been destined to starve to death while rolling around on the street.

But does it make sense that you are doing nothing at this time when your teacher is having the hardest time, when he is starving to death?

“… … That doesn’t make sense.”

─Wait. There will be a way. I will also try my best. So that my sister… … doesn’t die.

The stuffed animal demanded to wait, but Aren pressed both hands to her eyes.

“Fuck… … .”

As a disciple, I cried quietly, worrying about my teacher.

* * *

Belarusian prison.

Teia Isil was in solitary confinement. Her lunch box was washed clean and placed on the table, but she didn’t eat it. The guards did.

He asked me to give him something if I was going to throw it away, so I gave it to him and he ate it while exclaiming in admiration.

“… … .”

Teia looked up and saw the TV. She was allowed to watch TV, which was unusual, but it wasn’t a privilege.

The only program available is news.

[Breaking news. As Teia Isil’s past criminal activities are being discovered one after another, many testimonies are being made about her unusual personality… … .]

It was a trick to destroy his mentality.

“This is an interview.”

Suddenly, a guard approached and knocked on the iron bars.

Teia shook her head.

“I refuse.”

Because I knew who the interviewer was. Of course it had to be him.

“Haa… … Professor.”

The guard let out a faint sigh.

“… … I can’t refuse. You know that. Just do as I say.”

“… … .”

Teia glared at the guard, but he was innocent.

Rather, they are the ones who take care to make you as comfortable as possible.

She eventually left solitary confinement.

As I walked slowly to the interview room, the person I saw was, as expected, Zion Ascal. He was with me again today, with a packed lunch.

“Are you here?”

He greeted her politely. Teia sat down on her chair without saying a word.

“… … You’re getting thinner. Didn’t you eat your lunch?”

The sound of her voice pretending to be worried was disgusting.

“… … Do you have anything to say?”

“… … .”

“Isn’t there any?”

Teia was silent. Zion Ascal also scratched his cheek and kept his mouth shut.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Time passes between the two without much conversation.

Tick-tick-

Teia glanced at the ticking clock.

The visiting time allowed for you is 15 minutes.

5 minutes left.

“… … I wonder.”

Suddenly, Zion spoke first. He glared at Teia and asked.

“Why don’t you report it?”

Teia’s composure wavered for a moment at those words. It was because of the strange feeling attached to the word ‘accusation.’

“I am the holy knight Atan.”

Zion Ascal took his master’s name in his mouth.

“Your teacher.”

Teia’s handcuffs twitched. The instinctive thought of covering the bastard’s mouth surged through her, but her entire body was bound in chains.

“That guy. He’s a monster.”