Regressor, Possessor, Reincarnator

Episode 98

The dust cloud is rapidly approaching. Allen looked around the area with his senses and spoke slowly.

“I think we have to deal with that first.”

“… I know.”

She nodded obediently as she thought that dealing with the hordes of demons was the first thing to do. But she said that Illyana did not take her eyes off her that she still doubted Allen.

Allen only uttered one word to her.

“While I deal with them, how about checking your body?”

“Don’t you feel something different from usual?”

She wanted to close her eyes for a moment, and then she looked surprised.

“Wait, Confucius, please… !”

“Let’s talk in a little while.”

Allen rejected her call for an answer and ran forward.

“You, aren’t you too weak? Did you tell me right now on purpose?”

‘Did you feel that way? It must be a coincidence.’

“It would be fine.”

‘Isn’t it better to solve misunderstandings quickly?’ It was simply that it was best to turn the emotions elsewhere to release the anger.

It was no other reason that Allen could afford to chat with Bestla like this. It was simply because the opponent didn’t catch the eye.

Chimera Magician, Giant Test Subject, Fallen Divine Beast, Warlock, Ancient Monster… .

Compared to the enemies he has dealt with so far, the demons were opponents that Allen did not need to move like this.

The reason Allen moved was just to give Illyana some time to think.

Allen stopped when the demons were getting close enough.

‘Cradle’s Call can be dangerous for Illyana too… .’

Allen closed his eyes. The magic used this time is the magic to be tested again.

A skein of thread began to unravel from the core. It is pure magic that has been used for a long time. I felt that kind of feeling. I used a sword these days.

The skein quietly gathered under Allen’s control.

‘I feel fine.’

Every time you learn a new instrument, there is a lot you need to know to recreate it magically.

It is not enough just to know a little about the instrument. Can you play properly, how familiar your hands are, and whether you can draw with your eyes closed.

It wasn’t that difficult. It was something I had already done tiringly before returning, and since it was something I had done many times, it had some tricks.

One thing was important.

‘How much did you understand the instrument.’

The skein held in the arms is similar to a cello, but twice as small and woven with a square earth-colored instrument at the end.

Madhugeum was the instrument of the meadow.

An instrument that captures the endless grandeur of the wide horizon and the delicacy that breathes in it.

That is why there were things that swept like a horse’s hoof, and flowed like the wind through short grass.

If you understand him, even if there is no perfection like real musicians, life is contained like a beating heart. he will be alive

“name is… , okay.”

I put them at my fingertips.

With that sense I first learned in the orchestra (Ⅰ) class.

“The madness of freedom.”

Two strings sounded, and a single magic stretched out long enough to be seen with the naked eye.

The air swept through them like the wind, and passed by as if nothing had happened.

“No, no magic effect! Approach it quickly! hurry!”

“It’s nothing if you approach it!”

“Go-!”

The sound kept hitting them. Their speed gradually increased. One of the running demons fell.

The man who fell down had his neck broken and died. no one saw him

“A little more! Let’s go a little faster!”

“Gold coins, I need to find my gold coins! More, more!”

“I, I am number one!”

Suddenly, their eyes turned red. Not only them, but even the horses they were riding, their eyes turned red and they snorted.

All the demons started running without paying any attention to their physical strength.

While running like that, the last magician threw his sword at the ally in front of him.

“Get out of the way, you mean Vicky! I have to go first, I have to go!”

One more died. That was the beginning. Everyone swung their swords to get ahead of each other first. Allen was behind the scenes.

“You ignorant bastards! Get out of here! My gold coins are over there!”

“Get out of the old man! Crazy no for this gold coin… Great!”

Two died, three died.

The more they plucked the strings, the more daring their actions became, and the less hesitant.

They poked each other’s backs and ran to knock them down, and they tried to hold onto their ankles even when they fell.

When Allen’s magic ended like that, there was only one person who reached before him.

“die! die! Now gold coins, die for my gold coins!”

An old man who gave orders to the demon bandits.

The man, who had been watching because he had a particularly good body for an old man, crawled towards him with his thighs pierced.

‘Is there a reason why you’re even doing magic because you’re old?’

Allen didn’t care anymore. It was true that the old man, for whatever reason, had attacked him and tried to kill him.

As Allen was about to kill him and go back, words that couldn’t come out of his mouth came out.

“The apostle’s seat! It was mine!”

“It’s been a while now! As originally planned… !”

Allen hurriedly knelt down in front of the old man and raised his neck.

“what? What did you just say… .”

At that moment, a powerful magical energy erupted from the old man. Allen instinctively stepped back. The necklace hanging from the old man’s neck gave off a bright light.

“Save me… ”

The old man’s head was smashed and blood and flesh poured out.

The old man died without a proper sentence. An unnatural situation.

Allen rushed over to retrieve information from the corpse. But before he could take even one step, the space in front of Allen waved.

An old man appeared in front of the corpse.

The old man who had just died and the other skinny old man had a faint smell of alcohol.

Things were weird.

What is the identity of the dead old man? Who is the old man who just appeared? Is the Apostle the dead old man talking about the Apostle of the circular church?

‘Is the apostle’s seat reserved?’

Allen’s head was spinning.

A magician who suddenly appeared and an old man who was in the magic and claimed that the original apostle’s seat was destined. His head explodes as he tries to spit out information, until another old man shows up.

The situation was too complicated.

Something that Allen didn’t know intervened here.

Even before Allen took the place of this apostle.

So I had to guess.

‘But can you be sure that’s right?’

Who are these people, and what are their original plans?

Allen stopped thinking about going too deep and lifted his head. In front of him he could see the skinny old man with a stiff expression on the dead old man.

The old man turned his head.

The old man seemed to have come to his senses at those words, straightened out the dress of the short suit he was wearing, and bowed his head to him.

“First of all, I want to apologize to Confucius, who must have been surprised by the unexpected accident.”

Allen looked at him without hesitation and asked, and he introduced himself without delay.

“My name is Blaim, the head of the Kairan branch of Psyche, the intelligence guild in Central.”

“Can you explain what the situation is now?”

“Yes, of course you should.”

He pointed a finger at the dead old man with a gentle smile, contrary to Allen’s alertness.

“First of all, Iza is an information warehouse that escaped from our guild.”

“Information warehouse… ?”

His tone, as if referring to a non-human object, was as flat as it had just been.

“Yes. The information coming into the information guild is enormous. However, the information that can be brought in by each branch is limited. The way to solve that is the information warehouse.”

When Allen didn’t respond as if he’d listened, he continued explaining.

“The amount of information that can be physically transmitted and transferred is limited, so the information is aggregated to one person and updated for each branch. This person is one of the information warehouses that we have grown for several decades.”

“But what does that have to do with attacking me?”

He shook his head as if saddened, and blurred his expression.

“It’s expired.”

“… … The expiration date has expired. I don’t think it’s meant to be called a person.”

“However, I have no words to properly describe this event other than those words, so please forgive me. So let me explain… .”

The deceased old man, Kofis, has been wandering the continent for several decades serving as an information warehouse, and the last place he arrives is the new branch of Kairan.

However, he said that he has gone mad due to the overuse of his head over a long period of time and the senility of his age.

“Can you imagine Confucius? That over the past few decades, a single library has been wandering the continent with information that can fit an entire library in its head.”

“Then what did I hear? They say that the apostle’s seat is mine… .”

“It’s the same.”

He said so because the last information he had memorized was about the new apostle of the circle church.

So, Kopis knew that Allen was an apostle and was able to come here.

“In the end, my head exploded because I was trying to divulge the information myself… , and it is in the same vein that I moved here.”

He explained that he didn’t disclose information because he knew his head would explode, but he seemed to have forgotten it because he went crazy.

His explanation was really, really plausible.

If it hadn’t been for Allen, who had returned, I would have truly believed his words.

To that extent, the old man’s words were a mixture of coherence and truth.

So Allen didn’t believe him.

‘The existence of the information warehouse itself must be true. But everything else is false.’

The existence of the secret information warehouse is likely to be heard by anyone with power. But it was no other story.

Allen knew that the true apostle of prophecy would soon appear.

Under the circumstances, the true identity of the apostle was likely to be a dead old man.

His presence allowed us to guess what they were trying to plan along with the situation of the first round.

‘Disruption of the Ring Bridge.’

Another reason is the existence of spatial movement.

Space movement may seem common in the Academy, ancient ruins, and Rachel’s presence, but as an artifact, space movement was on the very rare side.

Allen has been dealing with the magic of the space system for 10 years and has not been able to realize space movement, but a branch manager uses it?

as an artifact?

‘It makes no sense.’

Maybe if it was Psyche’s owner, it wasn’t something that a branch manager would use.

Rather, if only the head was blown out of the gold medal and no one appeared, I might not have known anything.

However, the existence of Blaim, which appeared as if to prevent Allen from exploring the body of the dead old man, Kopis, further supported Allen’s conjecture.

In my heart, I wanted to hold him.

I wanted to interrogate him and ask who the apostle was and what Psyche’s true identity was… .

“Then why did you stop in front of me? I don’t think you’ve heard why you’re touching my loot.”

Allen couldn’t.

Because they couldn’t measure their potential.

To become an apostle of the circle church, one must know the future in some form.

Allen was a regressor, so he could pretend to be an apostle. But they How did you put the old man in the apostle’s place?

‘… If Miss Francis Carr had been there, she would have been able to consult.’

Allen remembered that she said she believed in prophecy. If so, there must be a reason. Allen regretted not asking her why in the past.

The real problem is that there is only one old man now, but it is unknown how many will appear if Allen becomes hostile.

“The corpse is intended to be retrieved because it contains the secrets of our guild. But the rightful spoil of this is Confucius… , I’ll give you something else instead.”

Allen did not have the strength to solve most situations like the Eight Rivers, and looking at the potential of his enemies, he could not deny the possibility of bringing in a stronger person than himself.

“Then what can I give you?”

So Allen took a step back.

“Anything you want?”

“No, I didn’t think about it.”

“Then, I promise to accept any information request from any branch of Psyche just once. How is it?”

Allen thought for a moment and then nodded.

“Don’t do that.”

“Then we will… ,”

“only.”

Blame, who was trying to retrieve the body, stopped. Allen was talking to her without hesitation.

“I’m going to order it now.”

“Are you talking now? ?”

“Why, impossible?”

“No, it is not. I said I would accept any branch myself. The same goes for the Kairan branch.”

The old man was puzzled by Allen’s attitude, but at his own words he straightened his posture again.

“A few months ago, when the harvest festival was held at the Reinhardt estate in the western Libre Kingdom, thieves attacked through the underground waterway.”

What Allen had brought out was something he had kept in his heart, as he had no one to find out.

“Father, the Count executed the criminal who commissioned the bandits after proclaiming him a Fallen Nobility… I know that’s not all. What I want is simple.”

The original intelligence guild tries not to get involved in the quarrels between the nobility unless they have a close relationship with the locals.

This is because, if you intervene by mistake, you may be hated by the nobles whose secrets are exposed and by other powerful people who realize that their information can also be sold.

It was also the reason Allen had not been able to figure out the true identities of the invaders until now.

But, what about now?

“I want to know who the real black man behind the Fallen Nobility is.”

Can I say no to anything I would say to you?

“Everyone, including the intruder who broke into our estate and the true owner of the invader.”

Allen smiled thinly as he looked at him, whose complexion had darkened as if he was quite troubled.