Stun, surprisingly, opened his mouth obediently, as if he was afraid that Aman would really repeat that act thirty thousand times.

Stun, who had abandoned his family name and had come out, seemed to be deeply regretting it now that things had come to this.

"What should we do with him then?"

Aman, who was looking at Stun who was groaning and lying on the floor, also felt uncomfortable.

At first, he had just planned to tear him to pieces, but as he listened to Stun's words, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.

"...We can't erase his memory."

"That's what I'm saying. But we can't kill him either..."

"We can't hide him in a cave either..."

"Hmm..."

"Huuuhm..."

Aman and Lucas began to fall into deep thought.

"Gaaah..."

Stun was in pain even though he had been given healing magic.

As long as he had used 'Molek's Breath', his body and his soul would not be able to heal completely.

"So who told you to use something like that recklessly? Huh?!"

Aman, who couldn't bear to see Stun groaning, shouted.

"First, erase his memory. Just erase the things about your and my relationship for now."

"Will that be okay?"

"He's been beaten this much, so he won't think much of a few memories disappearing."

"Ah, that's right. I understand."

Lucas decided to send Stun back for now.

He had already found out that the person behind him was Alberto. But he needed perfect proof that the person behind him was the emperor.

It was certain that Alberto had given him 'Molek's Breath' first.

But the emperor had ordered him not to touch Citata.

It seemed that it would take quite a while to get a satisfactory result by combining these two things.

"What happened to the Lakemer?"

"They are also in the form of a cell organization, so it's difficult to catch them completely. We're constantly dealing with the remnants, but the higher-ups are not coming out."

"...I see."

The secret magic organization 'Lakmere', which mainly dealt with black magic. The terrible things they had done were countless.

Behind them was also Alberto.

But since they were people who always handled things quite perfectly, it was difficult to get perfect evidence.

Lucas was starting to get annoyed.

He had decided to live properly, but he didn't know why such pathetic things kept happening around him.

His life had been very peaceful until just a moment ago.

Hadn't he been spending happy days with the children at the academy!

"Aman..."

"Yes?"

"Honestly, since when have we punished humans by considering the justification?"

"..."

"Bring Alberto. If we beat that son of a b-tch, something will come out."

"Yes, sir!"

The limit of his patience was here.

What more could he do than die if things went wrong? In addition, he had given his parents enough wealth to live on, so he wouldn't have to worry about the future.

It was okay even if he went to the divine world without finishing his work.

It wouldn't be too late to think about the remaining work after he became a god.

***

"Lucas! Are you okay!? Are you hurt anywhere!?"

As he returned to the dormitory, Skir rushed over.

He had been waiting so long, squatting in front of his door, that he was even limping, holding his numb legs.

"What are you doing here?"

"Khuk... t-that's..."

Skir suddenly burst into tears at Lucas's calm question.

"What's wrong?"

The flustered Lucas began to pat Skir's shoulder.

"Waaaah! Huuuh!"

Then Skir began to cry even more vigorously.

"No, why, why are you doing that!"

"B-brother... waaaah! Brother... khuk!"

As he heard the word 'brother' from Skir's mouth, Lucas began to guess what the situation was.

"Don't cry... now, let's go in. Let's go in first."

Skir nodded his head vigorously, even while hiccuping, at Lucas's gentle words of comfort.

Skir, who had been brought into the room and had been comforted for a long time, opened his mouth after he had calmed down a little.

"My brother... came to see me."

"Right?"

Skir began to continue his story, sniffling, at Lucas's question, as if he didn't know.

What Stun had said when he had come to see him, what his expression or attire was like.

And then Skir, who was talking about being hit, subtly pushed his swollen cheek forward.

"Oh my, right. It must have hurt."

"It's okay..."

Skir, who had rubbed his cheek once, said that he was scared but had immediately gotten up and had gone to find Aman.

'Ah, so Aman...'

The reason why Aman had been able to find him so quickly was thanks to Skir.

He said that after explaining the situation to Aman, he had immediately come to Lucas's room. Because the Rodrigo County was in the story that Stun had told.

But he was not in the room, and he had been waiting in front of the door until now, feeling anxious.

He had wanted to break down the door and go in, but that method had not worked because of the magically locked lock.

'You fool. You could have just gone to the housemaster and asked him to open it...'

"But it's a relief that you're okay..."

Skir, who had cried like a five-year-old child a moment ago, was now completely calm and was trying to act like an older brother again.

Lucas's lips formed a gentle smile at his cute appearance.

"W-why are you laughing!"

"No, no. Thank you. For worrying about me."

Seeing the smiling Skir, Lucas thought it was a relief that he hadn't killed Stun.

No matter how bad of an older brother he was, he was his family, so how sad would he be if he died?

'Right, I should beat the one who made a child who doesn't know anything do such a thing...'

***

The Rodrigo County.

"How could such a thing happen?"

Allie was biting her nails at Count Cibie's question.

"No, so... he's gone."

"You clearly said that Stun was dead..."

"I guess he wasn't dead. That son of a b-tch... no, he's gone."

Allie, who had swallowed the curse that was about to come out, shrugged her shoulders.

Wasn't it true? She had tried to find Stun, whom she had buried as he was, because she didn't like the sight of blood, but he had disappeared without a trace.

No matter how much she dug up the ground, there was no sign of Stun, let alone a piece of clothing.

"...Then you're saying Stun might be alive?"

"Yes. He must be alive. That persistent... no, yes. That's right."

She had tried to track Stun, but Allie had soon given up on that act.

It was because she had a vague thought that he would not come back again, now that she had shown him the difference in power so clearly.

'If that little rat of a human bastard comes back again... I'll give him a water burial, not a land burial.'

Allie bit off her fingernail and spat it on the floor.

"Ah, more importantly... the square repairs might be a little delayed..."

"...It's okay."

Count Cibie let out a dry sigh. It was a relief that he knew that Stun was alive for now.

He still had the face to see his friend, Duke Cirus.

If Stun, who had come to his territory, had been killed for any reason, it would have been difficult to avoid the imperial family's censure, let alone his friend.

In addition, Stun was now not the young master of the O'Neil Duchy, but the adopted son of the Mage Tower Master.

If so, the Mage Tower would also rush over to punish the county that had killed their adopted son.

"Ah, and this is the plan for the immigrant village."

"Ah, yes."

As Allie handed over a bundle of documents next to her, the Count shook his head once and took it.

"...What is all this?"

"What do you mean?"

The Count's expression was ambiguous as he stared blankly at the file. The Count, who had an expression that was hard to tell whether it was surprise or bewilderment, just moved his mouth and couldn't speak.

"Is this... all a village, you mean?"

"Ah, yes. That's right. There are more immigrants than I thought."

"So many... you mean?"

"Yes. Hmm~ about ten thousand people have already moved in, and about ten thousand people are hoping to move in."

"Huk...! Then you mean there are twenty thousand people in total?"

Twenty thousand! That was the level of a small city, not a county.

"Yes, so I'm saying, if we expand the scale a little..."

Allie's eyes began to sparkle.

The houses to be sold to twenty thousand people, and the interior of the commercial buildings! In addition, new commercial buildings and roads! If she took on all the construction, a huge profit would be left.

"...Allie-nim, please take care of it."

Now the Count couldn't even show a fed-up expression. Since Allie had come, the county had been developing noticeably.

And since he already knew her work skills, what more could he say?

'This has gotten too big...'

***

"Now, I'll be counting on you this semester as well."

Hadin Barad, the potion professor, was an elf.

Hadin, who had been in charge of the beginner class magic class last semester, was now in charge of the beginner class magic potion class.

"Today, I'm going to tell you about the class plan for how we'll be conducting the magic potion class this semester."

Hadin, who had spread a large piece of paper on the blackboard, continued his explanation.

"The academy has built a greenhouse for us this time. We will also be growing medicinal herbs and magic plants that grow in that greenhouse."

The huge greenhouse that the academy had built would be a great help to the class, which had not been able to make progress because it was difficult to supply fresh ingredients every time.

"Now, write your name on the flowerpot in front of you. We will be growing mandrakes there."

A few students, who had heard the name 'mandrake', opened their eyes wide and looked at Hadin.

"Don't worry. This is a modified mandrake."

"Professor, isn't it dangerous even if it's a modified mandrake?"

The student who had raised her hand was Eira Toheil, who had succeeded in advancing to the beginner class this time.

Although she was always diligent in class, she would often cause accidents in the magic potion class because of her clumsiness.

"Our elf tribe has finished all the modifications, so it's not very dangerous. The modified mandrake's effect has been reduced by more than half, but it doesn't have a fatal poison or scream."

"Ah..."

"But. It's not that it's not dangerous. It's a near-perfect modification, but the poison still exists, and the mandrake will scream."

Skir and Pola gasped at Hadin's words.

"Hey... but what's a mandrake...?"

Lucas answered Pola's small whisper.

"It's a medicinal herb that looks like a person. It has poison in its leaves and poison in its fruit. But its effect is good."

"Huk! Then what do you mean by it screams...?"

"The mandrake... screams when it's pulled out. Very, very loudly."

"Ugh! It's disgusting."

Pola and Nella made a disgusted expression at Lucas's words.

As she said, the mandrake was disgusting. But its effect was very great.

But to think that they had modified such a mandrake.

'The elves' love for plants... is still amazing.'

Lucas, who had thought of the elf tribe, shook his head.

***

Aman, who had received Lucas's instructions, began to move immediately.

Tracking Alberto was very easy. As the Mage Tower Master, his movements were recorded wherever he went.

But since there was no need to attract people's attention, Aman decided to wait quietly until he was alone.

Aman consistently tracked his traces until Alberto had finished his daily schedule and had entered his room.

He did not neglect to track him even while teaching or eating.

Finally, when he was alone, Aman, who had quickly teleported, stood by his side.

"Hi? Alberto."

"...Who are you?"

Alberto's cold voice, who had not recognized Aman who had polymorphed into a different appearance, echoed through the room.

Aman, who had quickly approached Alberto who was in an attack stance, whispered softly in his ear.

"The Grim Reaper."

-Flash!

Aman, who had teleported with Alberto, held his pounding chest.

'So... so thrilling!'

(End of Chapter)