Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Belief

Galahad flicked his finger with a tok tok while looking at Damien shoving meat into his mouth.

When first meeting Damien was wearing worn clothes and sitting in a shabby hut receiving snow or something.

Compared to that now the face was neat. The nobility that could not be hidden even when dirty fully rose, looking like a child of a high noble. Thanks to Gwen and Tom’s care.

The amazing thing was that even eating like that he was still skinny.

Damien was unique. He had nothing learned to the extent of holding the sword reverse, but that skill was real.

There was not even a little hesitation in the sword.

Damien was a born beast. If strange then strange, but from the beginning it was a place where people threw fireballs and put aura in swords.

One could understand that degree of discrepancy.

Actually there was an agent similar to Damien in the Intelligence Bureau.

The problem was—.

‘Ash color aura.’

It was Damien’s aura.

That was not a matter one could simply pass.

“Damien, what is your dream?”

“Dream?”

“Is there something you want to become when growing?”

Damien mumbled his mouth for a moment. That full cheeks moved diligently. Eating a lot. Galahad muttered softly.

“Nothing particular.”

“Then how did you do aura?”

Without a clear dream, raising aura did not make sense.

“I shitted poop with the hand.”

“Did Sir Gilbert inform?”

“Yes.”

Even so it is aura, shitting poop with the hand—.

Galahad clicked his tongue softly.

“Yes, what did you think while shitting poop?”

“I thought of shitting poop.”

“I see, can you show once now?”

“Here poop does not want to come.”

“Hmm—.”

Galahad’s mouth was blocked again. Then at Damien picking and eating meat with the hand Galahad handed a fork and knife.

“The hand is more convenient.”

“Originally the first is uncomfortable.”

Galahad kindly cut the meat. Damien had a slightly dissatisfied face.

“How many did you say the fathers are?”

“Four. Schrödinger.”

“Yes, Schrödinger. Better memory than Sir Gilbert.”

At Damien who still remembered Schrödinger said at the first meeting Galahad laughed softly.

“Do you know the identity of the four fathers?”

“Two of them.”

“The remaining two?”

“They said external guests. One was a completely unknown person.”

“Mother was popular.”

“Yes, in the past.”

“Your cool appearance is clearly the mother’s. Come, eating by poking like this.”

Galahad who cut the meat into a size good to eat held out the fork again. Damien poked the meat with the fork. And put it in the mouth and chewed.

‘Two out of four.’

Galahad muttered Damien’s answer.

The ash color aura would clearly also be related to Damien’s birth.

The most suspicious was still the connection with the demon race.

“Did mother say any words regarding the completely unknown person?”

“They said extremely small.”

Galahad coughed roughly. Damien picked five meats with the fork and put them in the mouth.

Tom brought a cup with warm water to Galahad who continuously coughed.

“Ah, thank you Tom.”

Tom bowed his head and stepped back.

Galahad wiped the mouth area and stared at Damien. Damien was picking and eating meat as if nothing.

“Yes, a simple person, was there no other story?”

“They said gave money in a lump like a person paying for the first time.”

“I see.”

“Yes, the next day all lost in gambling.”

“Mother is a gambler.”

“Always only lost.”

“Originally if winning at the end it is fine.”

“Lost even at the end.”

Galahad habitually put the cigarette in his mouth and put it back in the pocket.

“Regrettable.”

“Right.”

Damien continuously put meat in the mouth. He ate hurriedly like a person eating meat for the first time in life.

‘Is the father a demon race.’

Damien’s mana had nothing special. Rather the mana was less than usual.

The last remaining was the story of the platoon Damien was in but—.

‘Did he say hit by the demon race.’

That was already a situation Gilbert finished investigating. Damien who answered honestly to questions. If there was something to come out, it would have come out in the interrogation.

More information is needed but—.

‘Ah, there was First.’

The Intelligence Bureau would clearly have a lot of interest in Galahad’s actions.

They would have also gathered information regarding Damien who is Galahad’s unit member.

First would have received that.

‘I have to ask.’

First looked stupid at a glance, but was a person who was clear not stupid.

There was no way he did not know the situation.

To receive information from the guy an appropriate trade was needed.

Appropriate—.

‘Ah, that was there.’

Galahad who finished the calculation stood from the seat.

****

“......Training ground usage fee?”

At Galahad’s unexpected request First’s face stiffened.

“That’s right. As you also know isn’t the effect of the Magic Realm training ground considerable?”

Galahad’s words were fact.

The effect of this Magic Realm training ground was good to a degree one could not compare with what First spent a lot of money to make in the capital.

However.

“Didn’t they say the black magic society guys made this?”

It was First who finished grasping the situation with Pumpkin before going to Galahad.

According to the information they found out, this Magic Realm was what the Black Magic Society opened aiming at the 7th Battalion.

Yet charging a usage fee? First squinted his eyes.

“Correct words. The Black Magic Society made it. However, the one who said to use it as a training ground without destroying that is me.”

“Can one destroy that?”

“Of course. Can you not destroy?”

“......Can destroy!”

First nodded for now.

If Galahad can First can also.

It was only a matter of time.

Then, Galahad flicked his finger. At the spark that flashed flashily between Galahad’s fingers First opened his eyes wide.

The spark that was bouncing like that soon took a flower shape.

Such precise magic in the Magic Realm—.

When in the Intelligence Bureau, the gap with Galahad was gradually narrowing.

There was no choice because the higher the realm of magic the slower the growth.

In the end Galahad was to the extent of being caught in the eyes.

‘That just now—.’

Although a number Galahad lightly showed, First could fully feel the skill contained in that.

The gap became wider than before.

More distant—.

To the extent the realm was not seen again.

The cause was—.

‘It would be the North.’

It was clear he grew in the North where mana concentration is dense.

First did not despair at the gap that became even more distant than before.

‘This is befitting my rival Galahad.’

First sincerely rejoiced at the rival’s rise.

“Come, I made the Magic Realm that originally should have been destroyed into a training ground. Even the Grand Duke designated me as the manager.”

Galahad said while scattering the lightning flower.

There was a flaw in Galahad’s explanation.

Galahad is almost the same as on leave, but still belongs to the Intelligence Bureau.

What such Galahad obtained during the mission all belongs to the empire through the Intelligence Bureau.

That was no exception for the North.

However, First did not point that out.

The Magic Realm training ground was the fruit Galahad obtained.

Obtaining that without compensation was not fair competition.

“I see.”

First nodded.

“What usage fee do you want, you would not want money.”

“Information.”

“Information? Ah, I see. You do not have information authority?”

At First’s question Galahad tapped the cigarette.

“Anyway because the Grand Duke intertwined.”

At the continued explanation First nodded.

In a way it was a natural measure. Because he sent Galahad as the Grand Duke’s son-in-law he would have deprived the information authority in case of something.

Even so depriving information access authority from an agent—.

‘Abandoned.’

Not only pushing to the North but even depriving authority was clear abandonment.

How much achievements Galahad made in the Intelligence Bureau, this kind of treatment—.

First’s inside boiled.

“Father did a useless thing again. I will apologize.”

“That would not be. Because it was not personnel one could decide at the Bureau Director line.”

At Galahad who pointed out without just receiving First forcibly raised the corners of his mouth.

“Father’s influence would not be completely none.”

“That is also so.”

Although Galahad’s agreement was faster than thought, First nodded.

Information leakage in the Intelligence Bureau was a serious crime. Later if a problem arose for Galahad, one could be tied and punished together.

However, that was not a problem for First.

If Galahad fell from a thousand-gil cliff, First would jump toward the guy even if no one believes.

Like coming to the North following the guy.

“Yes, I will accept the trade.”

First took out one notebook. It was a small notebook, but a magic tool that if bringing a key compressed information inside comes out.

“Thank you.”

“This time it will not take long.”

At Galahad who received the notebook First laughed fiercely.

There was the perfect training place the Magic Realm.

This time he will definitely catch the guy.

“Yes, I will wish luck.”

Galahad answered lightly.

Galahad’s gaze was already stuck on the notebook. Even without giving the key, the notebook was open.

“Hmm, I see.”

Galahad who read the notebook sighed softly. First who already memorized all of that knew where Galahad was reading.

“Was it Damien. The platoon that boy stayed in was certainly strange. While four platoons were hit by the demon race the boy himself was fine?”

In the North a platoon being attacked by the demon race was not a very rare matter. Even if not the boy there were quite cases of surviving alone—.

However, the case of four consecutive times was almost none.

“So confirming there was no evidence. Nothing came out in the interrogation either—.”

The quality of the North’s information was not that good.

Separate from the Intelligence Bureau investing little in the North, from the beginning the North did not handle information accurately.

Even that remained because the boy’s platoons disappeared four.

He read all, but most were useless information.

However, seeing Galahad carefully looking at that First became curious for nothing.

Because Galahad’s information analysis ability was quite excellent.

“Is there something?”

“The period is similar.”

“The period would not be written?”

First squinted his eyes. In the information regarding Damien the period was not written.

Just things like in which mission the incident occurred was all. Even that was estimation. Nowhere was there anything related to the period.

“Isn’t the number of platoon members written. If making a mission plan table based on the number of companies and platoons of the battalion at the time an approximate work schedule is calculated.”

First nodded. He had a question whether one has to dig that far, but it was not a wrong method.

It was an approximate calculation according to Galahad’s words.

However.

“There is an error?”

“The shortest period is important. After a certain period didn’t a problem not occur? For example there is no platoon attacked in the first mission. That means—.”

At First’s counter Galahad tapped the notebook.

“The error would be the period of being at the battalion base before going out on the last mission. It means not to the extent of touching the battalion base.”

At Galahad’s continued words First nodded.

“Then roughly similar. The timing being similar, exactly as if the demon race observed and attacked. Wait. Similar to the period of entering the Special Mission Unit?”

At First’s question Galahad closed the notebook.

Then, a crow cry was heard from somewhere. At that Galahad nodded.

“A matter arose for a moment. I have to go somewhere a bit. Since it is the training ground you use. Manage well.”

The timing that came out by calculation was similar to the period Damien entered the Special Mission Unit.

Yet saying he will go—.

“Thinking of luring.”

Galahad disappeared without answering.

First looked at that for a moment and held the sword again.

“Everyone stand! Rested sufficiently!”

The collapsed soldiers flailed.

“No, what on earth is that guy.......”

At a guy worse than Gilbert Hines sobbed softly.

****

“Come, prepare, we will leave right away.”

At Galahad’s order Tom who was playing stood up abruptly from the seat.

“Already prepared!”

At Tom’s refreshing answer Galahad had a question.

He knew Tom did chores amazingly. Still just said, how did he finish preparing.

“Ah, always prepared! It also seemed the time to leave came!”

“I see. Good! Load on the carriage right away.”

“Yes! Then I will also call Sir Gilbert!”

Tom moved diligently.

Galahad sat on the opposite side of Damien who was blank and organized thoughts.

Just in time contact came from Palho. The Society Head has not moved yet, but the news that a thick cadre right below the guy came to the 5th Battalion branch.

He was thinking of going that way for now.

While diligently shaking the butt—.

“Can’t we not go.”

“Why is that?”

“Just.”

It was Damien who already experienced the matter four times. It seemed he instinctively felt the timing approaching and became anxious.

“I see. Sorry but, no.”

Damien’s face became sullen. Galahad clicked his tongue and tapped the table with a finger. Damien’s gaze that had lowered headed to Galahad again.

“Do you like the Special Mission Unit life?”

“Yes, very.”

The eyes of Damien who answered so were rarely clear.

What the ash color aura means, what kind of belief Damien’s is still could not be known.

It might be dangerous, but that is something one knows by peeling.

One has to worry how to draw a high number, not throwing the dice fearing losing is as stupid as that.

“Protect yourself. I will also do my best, so you, didn’t you train hard.”

“...Correct.”

Unlike the answer Damien was still sullen. Galahad did not urge.

Originally an egg has to break itself to be more valuable.

Then, the door opened roughly and Gilbert entered. At that side there was Gwen painted black.

Gwen was in charge of the mid-rank magic beast the Grand Duke gave. It was a state of entrusting the mid-rank magic beast with the magic beast trainer’s magic circle engraved to Gwen who can communicate with the pill of pain. Gilbert protected that.

“Gwen, how is the magic beast.”

“It was well-behaved! Until Sir Gilbert beat the kkingkkang!”

“There is also this kind of name. Sir Gilbert, how does one beat the kkangkang.”

“It is kkingkkang!”

“Yes, kkingkkang.”

“No, isn’t it a magic beast. Yet suddenly where are you going?”

A subtle urgency was seen on Gilbert’s face. Because First was training the soldiers and the position became narrow.

“We will return to the 5th Battalion. They say the Special Mission Unit headquarters is completed, so one has to go see.”

“Yes? Then what about here?”

“I entrusted to a suitable person.”

“......Suitable person?”

At Gilbert’s question Galahad nodded.

First was the agent right below Galahad in the Intelligence Bureau.

That difference was quite large, but the fact that he is right next to Galahad among Intelligence Bureau agents was fact.

On top of that there was even the 7th Battalion Captain, so this side did not need to worry that much.

‘Also good for pulling research results.’

The Magic Realm was an extension of First’s existing training method.

Along with that isn’t he a guy who endures the crisis of the body bursting himself. If entrusting to the guy good results would clearly come out.

So Galahad did not particularly need to be here.

“Preparation finished!”

Tom’s shout was heard from outside. At that Galahad stood from the seat.

“Damien, did you eat something?! The cheeks are hollow!”

Damien whose cheeks were grabbed by Gwen stared at Galahad. At that Galahad put the cigarette in his mouth.

“Protect yourself.”

Galahad headed to the carriage.

As Tom said the preparation was finished.

Galahad headed to the coachman seat. Gilbert with a slightly dazed face held the reins.

“Leaving right away like this?”

“Then will you hold a farewell banquet? You, really dissipated.”

“No— not that.”

“All boarded!”

“Come, departure.”

At Galahad’s light order Gilbert pulled the reins without knowing himself.

The horse moved slowly.

“The one who received the Grand Duke’s recognition!”

Salutes poured from here and there.

The salutes were heading to Galahad unlike when coming.

At the crazy respect lingering on the soldiers’ faces Gilbert swallowed reluctant saliva.

“My popularity is quite something.”

It was a joke done when coming, but unlike then Gilbert could not pick a fight.

Because it was real—.

In the heated cheers the carriage left the 7th Battalion.

“But strange. That Lady Adrianne left the Magic Realm as is.”

At Gilbert’s question Galahad answered while tapping the cigarette.

“She said she believes me.”

“I see.”

Lady Adrianne leaving believing others—. For Gilbert who assisted Adrianne for quite a long time it was an unfamiliar matter.

‘Well because the captain.’

Gilbert who was muttering so suddenly felt something strange.

That is—.

“Lady Adrianne left the Magic Realm training ground believing the captain this morning, yet abandoning the 7th Battalion and coming out right in the evening?”

“Abandoning. I placed suitable personnel. Believing me is believing even my judgment.”

At Galahad’s leisurely answer Gilbert squinted his eyes.

Didn’t Adrianne believe that Galahad would guard the 7th Battalion well?

Various thoughts rose but—.

“I see.”

Gilbert just held the reins.

Trying to understand Galahad only this side’s head would hurt.