Chapter 134

Chapter 134

Commander Hail, what is the meaning of this!

Theres a limit to being despicable!

Argh! Quickly, do something about it immediately!

Chaos erupted. Even Ian was surprised inwardly, let alone the direct victim. Clutching his burned hand, the man collapsed, groaning in pain. His colleagues approached to assess his condition, and soon someone who seemed to be his superior grabbed Hail by the collar.

The size difference made it appear more like he was hanging onto the collar rather than grasping it.

Have you gone mad? Do you want to fight?

Commander Sailo, please calm yourself!

Release me at once!

The commanders had similar magical power, but Hail was an exception. His physique spoke for itself. Furthermore, unlike the Magic Support Department that only handled palace paperwork, they were a field unit that hunted magic beasts nearly every day. Their combat sense for killing and dealing with enemies was unmatched compared to regular magicians.

Sailo, those who attempt to kill others should be prepared to die themselves.

What nonsense are you spouting!

Your subordinate tried to burn our kids palm, so I extinguished it first. Any objections?

Sailo gradually loosened his grip on the collar and glanced at his writhing subordinate on the floor. A fire-type magic circle was drawn on his right hand. Had Ian grasped it, his entire palm would have been severely burned.

Nevertheless, your actions are excessive!

Excessive, you say? Then I apologize. I should have summoned the flames directly myself.

Hail muttered again while taking out another cigarette to smoke. Despite recently gaining popularity due to the Roxane Battle, his combat-type magic was renowned even before. Its heavy and deeply penetrating power left a lasting impression, irrespective of his political standing.

If he were to use magic here

Just my luck! Remember, the Ministry of Magic is a communal society! Properly manage the new recruit, and if something like this happens again, I wont stand idly by. Ill report it to Lord Wesleigh!

Sailo shouted loudly as if boasting, then tended to his subordinates and departed. Without even awaiting a response. Other observing departments did the same.

Take care then.

Welcome, newbie. Youre in for a tough time.

Dont talk to him, you idiot.

Alright, alright. Lets go. Time to work.

Oh my, excuse me. Ill just pass through.

Apart from expressing interest, they strongly implied not wanting to get involved. In an instant, only silence remained in the empty conference room.

Haa.

Tomi broke the silence with a deep sigh and glared at Hail. What was he going to say? The moment Ian wondered that.

I told you I dislike when you extinguish it with a cigarette. The ashes fall.

Saying that, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began cleaning the floor. Nakina chuckled and lit a cigarette, just like Hail.

Tomi has a bit of an odd cleanliness quirk. Anyway, be more cautious from now on. You need to develop your magic detection ability first. How can you act as the youngest when youre this dull?

They seemed to misunderstand that Ian couldnt detect the prank and tried to shake hands. Well, no matter. He handled it well without their intervention, so he could only smile.

Thank you.

Yeah, yeah. Now that youve joined the Magic Operations Department, lets do well together no matter what. Feel at ease with us.

People who could have each others backs in battle.

As far as Ian recalled, that was the image of the Magic Operations Department. It made sense given how urgent and dangerous the field was. At that time, the goal seemed to be cultivating skilled individuals

What about the other members?

Ah. They didnt come to work. Theyre all on vacation after returning from the Roxane Battle. Since they never know when theyll have to go out and use their bodies again, they dont come unless theres something special. You can meet them gradually.

The atmosphere of a department usually follows the leader. When Ian glanced at Hail, he grinned and extended his hand. As if to do the handshake they couldnt earlier.

Hmm? But why does it smell like alcohol?

Minnie, who had been making a fuss, wrinkled her nose and sniffed. Romandro also hesitated and checked the soup stains on Berics clothes.

He got dead drunk at the Magic Operations Department welcome party.

No, it was sir Ian who joined the Ministry of Magic, so how did he?

Kikik Ah, I cant eat anymore. Stop!

Stop, you rascal! Right, just stop it!

Smack!

Aaaah!

Oh no, I hit a bruised spot. Sorry.

When Beric screamed, Romandro floundered and soothed his injury. Ian plopped down on the sofa and roughly explained that this and that had happened.

Beric having a match with Jeirutt at the training grounds, going through the joining ceremony, and even the welcome party. Before the sun had even set, a lot had happened and he was very exhausted.

Youve worked hard. Sir Ian, shall I bring you some warm tea?

Please do, Minnie.

Gosh, but its truly fortunate. That his neck is still properly attached even after a match with Commander Jeirutt.

Romandro clicked his tongue and handed Ian the letter on the table.

A letter came while I was out for a bit.

Oh, its from Karenna.

The mayor interrogated the bandits and sent a report, so take a look. Hasha! Hasha! Where did that kid go?

Where did Hasha go?

Ian tore off the sealing wax and looked around. Come to think of it, Hasha, who used to sit in the corner of the sofa every day, was nowhere to be seen. It seemed like he hadnt seen him in the morning either.

Hes been going out a lot these days. I have no idea what hes doing and coming back.

Tell him to be careful. Wesleigh will be paying attention.

Hashas personality itself was serious, so he wasnt very worried, but just in case. At Ians request, Romandro nodded and covered Beric with a blanket. He also carefully removed the black sword attached to his waist and placed it on the floor.

Rustle.

Ian rubbed his eyelids and opened the letter. The handwriting was surprisingly small and densely packed.

-Greetings, Sir Ian. This is Mayor Onyx of Karenna. I hope you have safely arrived in the central region. Thanks to your help, this place has returned to normal.

So, I am delivering the news you have been waiting for. The answer to your question back then, How did the blue-haired child follow the bandits?

It had remained a mystery as to why Hashas corpse, which had been under a spell, followed the bandits when it encountered them. Ian turned to the next page and read the letters, then frowned.

-The bandit leader is also not certain, but based on his speculation, it seems to be a phenomenon caused by the black sword of the Atan tribe, he testified.

The Atan tribe. They were a warlike race that mainly operated in the north of Variel, known as the Blood Tribe. In the future, they greatly expanded their power during the attack of magic beasts that shook the empire, but they were eventually defeated by the commander of the Imperial Guards and perished.

Right. Even if thats true, I had guessed it.

-Regardless of whether its true or not, Im just conveying it as reported. The Atan tribe are those who survive by drinking the blood of magic beasts, so its questionable if they are really human. The black sword they used to summon magic beasts is that very one, so perhaps thats why the blue-haired boy followed, he revealed.

At that time, Hashas corpse was not human, but undead.

If it reacted to the black sword, it makes sense.

-I have a question. Is the blue-haired boy you mentioned not human? The more I continued the interrogation, the bandit kept talking about slave traders and corpses, things I couldnt understand, so I judged that this was not something a local city could find out.

Ian realized that the flow of the continuing text was strange. The very last page. He unconsciously held his forehead.

Why did he do something I didnt even order?

That mayor? He looked incompetent at a glance! But why? What does it say?

-So, I submitted a request to the Imperial Palace for detailed information, so please wait a little longer. I sincerely apologize for my negligent handling in the past. And please relay a message to Sir Romandro, the advisor who was with you. Then, I will report again. Thank you.

It meant that if things went awry, the Imperial Palace, more precisely Wesleigh among them, could find out about what happened in Karenna.