Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 163



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The Regressor’s Notepad 163

Going out (3)

Belida Len Cassano.

He is a famous person in Area C. There is a lot of personal information written in the file, but you don’t need to know it.

Because I already know him.

Instead, I searched for him on Tricknet in Trick City.

For reference, Tricknet is a magical communication network that only operates in Trick City. It is a bit deeper than the continent’s internet and is completely anonymous, but requires a special implant called the ‘Trickto Chip’. With the Trickto implanted, you can access Tricknet whenever you want using magical power as fuel.

I put the chip into my wrist.

“It’s a D-grade chip. You can replace it later when you earn more money.”

Class D chip implants were possible even on cheap seats.

I placed my fingers on my wrist. As I breathed in my magic, a trick net appeared before my eyes, like a hologram on my retina.

[Tricknet access… …]

[Identity Verification :D]

[[[Newgle]]]

Newgle, a representative web surfing site of Tricknet.

I searched for articles related to Belida Len Cassano.

──Meet Velida Ren, the light of Sector C, a renowned philanthropist and devout religious person.

──Volunteering with children.

──Velida Ren, defending the vigilante group ‘Milla’. The children of Trick City need a hero… … .

All that’s left is to introduce the mask and hypocrisy of the bastard. The shell of his deception is still strong.

Well, my past self was led by that bastard’s ‘manipulated popularity’.

I turned off Tricknet and walked towards my destination.

It wasn’t far.

[Ren’s Nursery]

The orphanage, where Belida lives. Three simple but well-decorated buildings built on a small lot on the outskirts of Zone C-40.

Maybe there’s a secret here.

“Growl. Can you scan it?”

─Yes. Just a moment.

Growl sank to the ground with a thud. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms. The tips of his eyebrows twitched as if he was concentrating.

─… … Do you see the building at the end?

The boy soon pointed to a place in the orphanage. It was the smallest building on the grounds. It was the director’s residence.

─There’s space in the basement.

“What about personnel and security techniques?”

─No one is detected. There is no security technique.

If that’s the case, then yes.

I wore a fencing mask on my face.

It’s best not to get caught if possible, because Dale Carl’s identity is valuable.

“Phew… … .”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. I summoned a specific magic spell using the “Notepad”.

The soles of your feet are filled with magical energy, and the surface of your body becomes whitish like fog.

Shadowy movements. Level 5 magic spell – “Shadow Seat”.

Starting from level 5, the magical power consumption becomes very serious, but thanks to the growth you have made so far, it is possible to maintain it to a reasonable level.

I quietly approached the director’s residence. It was a two-story, shabby building with its windows half open.

I squeezed my body in between them. I stepped onto the shabby wooden floor. The whole process was done without the slightest movement or sound, like a snake.

─This is it.

Growl pointed to the bookshelf in the living room.

─There is a secret space beyond this bookshelf.

I looked into it with the SZX-9500.

“There is a ritual.”

Security tactic is wrapped around the entire bookshelf. The moment you touch it, an alarm will sound.

─Is that so? I guess I misunderstood because it’s made of wood.

“……are you okay.”

I raised my wrist. There was a bracelet that looked like a prayer bead.

It’s a “Blinking Protection Bracelet”. Why, it’s an item I brought from Bedundan.

It worked.

──Whew!

A strong feeling as if the wind was blowing through my whole body.

For a moment, your feet leave the ground, and then quickly land again.

“… … .”

Although it was dark all around, the SZX-9500 observed the interior brightly.

Nothing much. A carpet, a reading desk, drawers, etc… … A space decorated like an ordinary study room.

But the truth is hidden behind a clever illusion.

It’s a carpet.

I looked into the carpet with the SZX-9500.

There was evidence ‘inside’ the various geometric patterns embroidered on the carpet.

Correspondence with the underworld cartel. A proposal to overthrow Trick City and plan a terrorist attack.

Bellida, the underworld’s liaison, disguises all the information she receives and delivers as ‘carpet patterns’.

Thud-

At that moment, the entrance opened. I quickly activated the “Shadow Seat” and melted into the darkness.

Jerk- Jerk-

The sound of approaching footsteps.

Click-

Then, a dim light comes on and a face is revealed.

Belida Len Cassano.

The white-haired man took off his hat.

At that moment, I caught up with the bastard.

“If you move, you die.”

He placed the wand on her lower back, feeling cold and numb. Velida froze at the sensation of its magical power.

“Even if I see a hint of magic, I die.”

The waist is a vital point. If you activate the spell in this state, the body will be cut in half before you can even raise it.

“… … Calm down.”

Belida raised both hands. He spoke as calmly as he could.

“If you came here because you needed money or food-”

“Leave the adult gentleman cosplay alone.”

“… … Young man. There are thirty children here.”

Belida’s voice was deep, as gentle as her soft wrinkles, and as compassionate as her appearance.

“For the sake of the children-”

“Omerta of the Underworld.”

I cut that guy off.

The precept of silence, Omertà.

The word also means ‘a spy dispatched by the underworld cartel’.

“… … .”

For a moment, the bastard’s lips twitched. A deep commotion ran through his body.

I smiled slightly and told him his real name.

“Nice to meet you, Beltrino.”

“… … Was there a rat inside?”

It wasn’t some cliche like, “How did you know?” He just furrowed his brows in anger and put his hands in his pockets.

“It moved.”

I clearly said 5 seconds ago that if you move you will die.

I gathered my magical power into my wand. The bastard tried to pull up his body, but my magical technique took precedence.

I pulled out two magic formulas from the “Notepad” and combined them.

Level 3 magic spell “Blade” and level 4 magic spell “Cutting Wind”.

The “blade” of magical power is condensed into a crescent shape,

Sending it away from close range with the “slicing wind”,

If I had to describe it, I would say “blade-sharp wind”.

The instantaneous speed far surpasses that of a bullet. It is powerful enough to separate the upper and lower halves of the bastard.

Quazzzzzzzzzzzz──!

“Keuu …

Black blood gushed out from the bastard. His body was torn apart as brutally as his scream.

“Keuuu, keuuuu… … .”

The bastard looked at me, his hands on the ground. He was still alive, even though only his upper body remained.

“I don’t know what kind of… … rat it is.”

Belida Len Cassano, glaring at me and scratching her head.

His soft tone before his return is superimposed on that vicious voice.

─Zion. You are such a good person.

Once upon a time, in the past.

When my colleagues and I were being chased as wanted criminals.

Belida was happy to invite us and let us stay here. She welcomed us warmly.

─So don’t worry and rest easy. As long as you’re here, you won’t get caught.

“I will definitely… … curse… … humans… … .”

He is completely different now than before his regression.

No, this is the real thing.

“Existence… … annihilation… … chewing… … .”

The true face of that ugly old man who sold me and my colleagues to the underworld and tried to overthrow Trick City as a puppet of the underworld cartel.

“It’s big… … .”

The bastard is dead.

Separated into upper and lower halves, with its mouth gaping open ugly.

however.

Kwaaaa …

There was a fire in the basement. There was fire everywhere. It was a system to destroy evidence.

“!”

The carpet in particular caught fire in an instant, and I barely managed to escape with only a tiny piece of paper.

Whoosh whoosh───!

“… … .”

I came out of the orphanage. I stood in the garden the children had decorated. I stared blankly at the building being engulfed in flames.

Today, I killed him as Dale Carl.

At the same time, some ‘standards’ were established.

Dale Carl kills his enemies.

I kill in advance those who will later take too many lives, those who will become my enemies.

To prevent such terrible things from happening.

rustling-

The sound of tiny footsteps.

I looked back there.

There was a child.

The little boy flinched at the sight of me. He asked in a frightened voice.

“who are you?”

The child held a kettle in his two small hands.

Did you come to put out the fire?

“… … .”

I looked into the child’s eyes.

Large, shaking eyes.

Children are not at fault.

Therefore, even to the question, ‘Who are you?’, you must answer.

“Raquel.”

Just like ‘Raye Hilton’ is ‘Milla Thayer’.

The anagram of ‘Dale Carle’.

“Raquel Dra.”

As he said this, he placed his hand on the child’s eyes.

“They say he is a man who has come to seek revenge.”

I injected a little bit of magic into it.

Slurp… … The child fell into a powerless sleep.

I laid the guy down on the ground.

Wheeee …

Just then a siren rang.

Of course, the fire department must have been dispatched.

* * *

Meanwhile, Elise, back home, is free. Bored. Tedious. Dazed.

I think wasting time to this extent is a crime. Time murder, or something like that.

“ha…….”

I’ve already made all the necessary contacts and am fully recharged, but I still have one day left before I go out.

So I’m just curious

She lay in bed and turned on her smartphone messenger.

[Rilden: You said you were going out?]

[Celio: Are you sure you went out? The kids saw you, lol]

[Belin: You were featured on SNS ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Congratulations on your college entrance in advance.]

There were many calls, but I just ignored them with a blank expression.

She scrolled down her friends list.

It stopped at one name.

[Zion Ascal]

“… … .”

What is this guy doing now?

I guess there must be a reason why you changed your profile picture.

“… … Ahem.”

Elise cleared her throat with a cough.

“what are you doing.”

It was a rehearsal.

“What are you doing… … rather than. What are you doing?”

It’s about choosing a first phrase that’s appropriate. Not too much, not too little, and not too disinteresting, but still enough to convey the message.

“I know this might be pointless, but we don’t have much time left before we have to go out. So-.”

Ring ring ring──.

Just then the cell phone rang.

“Who is calling… …?”

Elise frowned and looked at the name on the screen.

“!”

He was flapping his arms like he was being roasted in a cauldron.

Ring ring ring──.

The bell still rings.

Her eyes were fixed on the number of the person who called.

[Zion Ascal]

Elise took a deep breath.

There’s no reason to be nervous. There’s no need to be. He means nothing to me.

Kkuk-

I pressed the call button. Without realizing it, I held it in both hands, then quickly switched it to one hand.

“hello.”

─Huh? What are you doing?

He asked casually.

The first words that I had been struggling with until now, not too much and not too little, and that seemed like no one was interested but were enough to say.

By any chance… … was this person thinking the same thing as me?

Elise answered as usual.

“I’m studying.”

─I see.

“… …Why did you call?”

─I was going to ask when you’re going up to the planarium. I have to go by tomorrow.

It’s a pretty subdued voice.

“Well, why do you ask that?”

─Lend me your hoverboard. I can ride it too.

“… … .”

Elise bit her lip. It was for a very practical reason.

─Why not?

“You buy it.”

─That’s really expensive. It’s almost the price of a mid-sized car.

Sigh. I sighed without realizing it.

“I’ll hang up.”

─Hey, but by any chance.

Zion caught it. Elise asked back while searching for hoverboards on her smartphone.

“What now?”

─Can you teach me some magic tricks?

“… … Magical magic?”

─Uh. Other than levels 1 to 3.

Elise burst into laughter for a moment. She was so shocked.

“If not level 1~3, then level 4~6? Are you talking about mid-level?”

─Oh, is that a lieutenant level?

“really.”

Elise sat up in disbelief.

“I guess you don’t know because you’ve never learned it properly. Magical techniques aren’t as easy as you think.”

─Oh. I didn’t learn it properly.

“… … I don’t know about the lower ranks, but the mid-level ones aren’t easy. If everyone could learn just by being taught, then the entire continent would be comprised of sorcerers, right?”

Elise glanced through the bookshelf. There were hundreds of books on magic arts.

“Even you are an aspiring knight. Magical arts require talent. The closer the magical arts are to magic, the more so. That is why you must first determine whether or not you have talent.”

─I have a little talent.

“That’s wishful thinking. Talent isn’t something you can judge.”

─No, that’s why I’m teaching you. I don’t want to.

“Try it… … .”

Elise carefully selected each and every book on the shelf.

“……tomorrow.”

He said this while packing things one by one into his backpack.

“I’ll check if you have talent on the train.”

* * *

The next morning.

In [A Glass of Whiskey], Kanya is checking the accounting books of [Balmain Noliji].

“If there weren’t any real predators, we would have been ruined.”

The company she runs barely made a profit this year, all thanks to Dale Carl’s nemesis.

Of course, if Bedundun was still in his grasp, he wouldn’t have worried about this.

“Oh, I have no luck.”

I still regret it, and I have nightmares every day.

But Dale Carl is Balmain’s treasure. Let’s think of it as buying his favor.

[Breaking news.]

Suddenly the TV screen flickered.

[Area C-40, philanthropist and social worker Beladi Len Cassano, who runs the Len Orphanage, was found murdered.]

“… … ?”

Kanya looked at the screen.

[The Trick City Police Department created a sketch of the suspect based on the testimony of the child, the only witness.]

“What kind of montage is that?”

More like a fencing mask than a montage. With an X-mark on the face.

“Some guys are so scared.”

Is it popular these days?

[In addition, the suspect is said to have called herself ‘Racquel the Avenger’. Due to the death of Belida, a philanthropist who advocated self-help… … ]

As Kanya Widerd quietly watched the screen, one person suddenly came to mind.

Dale Carl.

She touched her chin with a hardened face, but soon smiled faintly.

“Hey, no way.”

[The rampant hate, indiscriminate crime, and terrorism that are rampant these days are eventually reaching even the most vulnerable places, daycare centers… … Trick City’s council members are expected to call a meeting.]

Squeak-

In an instant, the door opened slightly eerily.

Kanya looked at it.

It was Dale Carl. He trudged over and sat down at the counter.

“Follow-up investigation.”

[Belida Len Cassano] handed me the request for background check.

“I guess I don’t have to do it anymore.”

Kanya looked at him with blank eyes.