Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 259



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The Regressor’s Notepad 259

Betrayal, Betrayal, Betrayal (2)

I spread a blanket on the ground of the trench and placed several magic crops on it.

These are things I stole little by little while moving around here and there.

“Hmm… Is this enough?”

I asked Growl. Growl glanced at the ingredients and nodded.

─Yes. I think I can make the best magic poison. There are a lot of good ingredients growing here~

To deal with Beckman, you need to double your grappling skills.

The reason he was able to advance to Balancer despite his twisted nature was simply because of his outstanding strength.

It’s probably one of the best balancers out there.

“That’s right. But did you transplant the relic?”

─Yes.

The relic Jahanna gave him as a gift. Growl suddenly flipped over on his stomach.

─You see this tattoo here? I can recharge my magic with this. Thanks to this, I feel soooo free.

“Are you free?”

─Yes. You can now absorb magic power in the air. Even without the master’s magic power supply or magic stones.

“I see.”

Growl laughed loudly.

─Oh right. How far along in the recording are you listening to now?

“well.”

I went down to the trench, pretending to be an agent of Libra, and gave the recorder to Jahanna.

Because if Beckman discovers it first, it will be a disaster.

“I don’t know? It’s a lot, so it’ll probably take quite some time.”

To avoid even the slightest suspicion from Jahanna, I recorded everything I did, everything that happened, everything I reported, everything I looked for, everything I threatened, etc.

─I’m looking forward to it.

“……expectation.”

I smiled bitterly.

From now on, it’s up to Jahanna.

How will she react when she hears this, and how will she change?

“Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”

It’s Jahanna’s turn.

If she doesn’t change, as Jia’s confidant and as Libra’s avenger, I must kill her.

─But.

Growl looked up at me with slightly worried eyes.

─What if I go even crazier?

“Never. He’s not the kind of person who would be so emotional that he’d go crazy just because I died. He probably doesn’t even know what his own emotions are.”

Jahanna is cold and cruel, a sociopathic trait with a low level of emotion.

─No. Not that. Because of this incident, Jahanna suddenly said to the master!

Growl opened his eyes wide.

─If you go crazy. You’re such an obsessive person. What if you try to kill Jia to get your master?

“… … ”

That may not be entirely impossible.

“are you okay.”

However, it’s not all bad.

Because that in itself would be evidence that Jahanna is changing.

─Is that okay?

“Oh. I’ve already thought of a way to deal with it.”

Of course, as Growl said, Jahanna’s feelings could go in an unexpected direction.

“Just one word is enough.”

In the first place, I am a person that no one can have.

Even I, because you can’t have me.

* * *

Inside the quiet trench.

Jahanna listens to the voice flowing from the recorder.

──… … Team 3, Day 2. We’ve built a number of trenches. Now, we’ll move between the trenches to spy on the enemy, figure out the characteristics of the magic space, and relay them to Team 1.

Zion Ascal seems intent on his mission.

Not yet.

──Magic crops grow here. Not only Belt Road and Keene, but also the most popular ginseng.

Zion was talking about various things related to the magic space. It was a voice record that Chasers usually used.

Jahanna sat on a chair in the trench.

──It’s a successful move-in. You’ll be able to make astronomical profits.

So, you planned the sabotage because the astronomical profits were too much of a burden?

Jahanna twisted her lips.

──Team 3, Day 4. From now on, we will explore space and identify and eliminate threats to Jahanna’s territory.

“… … .”

The tip of Jahanna’s nose twitched.

If he was a traitor, there would be no need to leave such a record.

──… … The Debry family only wants to protect the area near the passage they entered. The land they own is all equal, but not outstanding, so there seems to be no need to take the initiative.

Jahanna listened to him quietly.

──The Belmos organization is belligerent. However, since they are not in direct conflict with each other, if you maintain a restraining stance and spread discord, you can use them as a breakwater… …

As always, businesslike tone.

Always maintain composure, a calm and composed voice.

For Jahanna, the decibel level that is most comfortable to listen to.

──Team 3, Day 6. We completed a general survey of the magic space. We made a map, so it was time to submit it to Team 1.

He completed the geography of the magical space in just one week.

What crops grow where, what treasures are buried in what land, what territories are owned by enemies, all of that.

If you don’t take action yourself, if you don’t split your time and put in the effort, it’s a result that will never be possible.

──Team 3, Day 7. Suspicious. It seems like the Yurkun Corporation is aware of my movements.

Yurkun.

A company that dared to raid Jahanna’s farmland.

──Is there someone inside who is transmitting my information? If so… … .

He seems to have anticipated something, but doesn’t say it out loud.

Busut-

Suddenly, Jahanna felt a sound coming from above. She put the coal in her pocket.

“My lord, you must move now. Ghosts come out at night.”

It was Beckman. Jahanna nodded.

After leaving the trenches, they moved together to the fort.

Meanwhile, Jahanna didn’t say anything. Beckman also followed her quietly.

Even to her private room.

“… … What’s going on now?”

Jahanna asked, sitting down on the chair.

“Yes. This is a report.”

Beckman held out a thick document with a confident look on his face.

“This is a compilation of the parts I personally explored.”

Jahanna accepted it.

Preface, first line.

I knew it as soon as I read it.

She asked Beckman, pretending not to know.

“Did you do all this?

“yes!”

He answered loudly.

As always, the tone is like eating a boiled train carton.

A voice that always wishes for something.

To Jahanna, the decibels are becoming more and more uncomfortable by the day.

It is the exact opposite of Zion Ascal.

“The content is so vast. Did you really do it all by yourself?”

“Of course! It’s possible if you split the time. Also, of course I didn’t trust Team Leader 3, so I’ve been doing it alone since a long time ago… …”

I did it all by myself.

Beckman said so explicitly.

Jahanna nodded calmly.

“Well done.”

Then he looked over the report again. A huge smile spread across his face.

It was exactly the same as that of Zion Ascal.

“… … .”

However, she still can’t be sure about either side.

Is this guy stealing his credit?

Or is he framing this guy?

You can see what happens next in the recording.

“Get out now.”

Jahanna waved her hand.

Beckmann was still standing there.

“My lord. First, I would like you to deal with Sion Ascal.”

“… …What are you asking?”

An inexplicable anger seeped into Jahanna’s voice. Beckman misinterpreted it as anger toward Sion Askar.

“Come find me.”

“Yes! I will definitely find Team Leader 3.”

Finally, Beckman left.

The space became quiet.

Jahanna closed her eyes. She turned on the coal switch. She moved the recorded voice to her ear. She listened quietly, like an earphone.

─… … The exploration has been completed to some extent.

Zion Ascal’s voice record continues.

─Ah, I’m tired.

A fairly common expression of being tired.

─Hwaaam… …

I laughed in vain at the sight of her looking quite relaxed, even yawning.

suddenness.

─You were in a place like this.

The deep, resonating voice of an outsider.

─What a nice hole. It’s perfect for a mouse to hide in.

Above the darkness of Jahanna’s closed eyes, the scene is reconstructed.

Beckman comes to the trench, and Zion Ascal confronts him.

─That’s right.

Zion answered him.

─But, what happened?

─What’s going on? A guy like you dares to take on the task of spying on me?

Jahanna’s brow furrowed.

She gritted her teeth.

─… … This is a mission that was given to me in the utmost secrecy. Did you search the residence of Lord Jahanna?

Beckman sneered.

─To protect my lord. From leech parasites like you.

─Mr. Beckman. Spying on or stealing the intimate details of one’s immediate family is a felony punishable by summary conviction.

─Shut your mouth. You can’t survive here anyway.

‘I can’t survive.’

Jahanna was convinced by those words. Her closed eyelids shook violently.

─Prince Jahanna would like me more than someone like you.

That guy really judges my will as he pleases.

─You have fallen.

─… … Corruption.

Jahanna overheard their conversation.

─Then I ask you. Why do you follow Lord Jahanna?

─Because Princess Jahanna is Libra’s direct descendant.

─No. The direct line includes Jedrick, Jade, and Zia, whom you serve. But you insist on standing by Lord Jahanna’s side.

Suddenly, in Jahanna’s mind.

Similar questions arise as to Beckman.

That’s right.

Libra has four direct descendants, and he never refuses to do anything for him.

The reason is… …

─The reason is simply because Jahanna is a direct descendant?”

“… … .”

Jahanna opened her eyes.

Strangely, the ball was hot. My heart was strange.

─Stop talking like a dog.

Somehow, I anticipated Beckman’s next words.

─You, a mere filthy bastard like you, dare to harbor dirty thoughts toward Lady Jahanna.

Jahanna looked at the mirror opposite her. She saw herself reflected in the transparent glass surface.

─… … .

Zion Ascal was silent for a while.

Jahanna’s hands were sweaty.

Why am I waiting for that bastard’s answer?

─… … Yes.

“… … .”

Just one word created a strange ripple effect.

─I don’t know my feelings well, but I am persuasive.

Confession of feelings by others.

─That may be true, as you say.

A passive expression of ‘I don’t know’.

Jahanna tilted her head without realizing it. A sigh escaped her lips.

─Ha. What a cripple. Are you a robot?

Beckman burst out laughing.

Zion responded in a steady tone.

─However, Mr. Beckman, I do not prioritize personal feelings like you. I simply carry out the things He commands. Therefore, I am different from you.

─… … Go ahead and chatter away. You’re going to die soon.

Kkudddddddd!

The sound of magical power swirling around was like noise.

──Beckman. You must not be near Princess Jahanna. For Princess Jahanna’s sake… … .

These were Zion Ascal’s last words.

Kwaaaa──!

A loud crash shook my ears.

The recording ended, and Jahanna clenched her fists.

Suddenly, I felt a strange feeling of nausea.

It was as if the world was moving away from him, as if this space was running away from him… … It was an unidentifiable motion sickness.

She doesn’t know this feeling.

It was confusing, so I desperately compared and contrasted it with the past.

“……when.”

When you lose at gambling?

When you see Jedrick ahead of you?

When a subordinate or friend hits the back of your head?

no.

This feeling is unlike anything else.

Jahanna felt herself being swept away by something. Her hands trembled on the desk. Her exhaled breaths were hot.

This shouldn’t be happening.

There is no need for this.

Anyway, he was just using Zion Ascal. To figure out Beckman’s intentions.

Now that Beckman has revealed that he is the one who will betray Zion, his usefulness has ended.

so……

There’s no need to be agitated.

No need to shake things up.

All it took was one chaser.

Jahanna looked at herself in the mirror again.

His face was wrinkled. He had all sorts of expressions on his face.

Could it be anger?

Could it be sadness?

Is this a sigh?

I don’t know.

However, Zion Ascal’s voice keeps ringing in my ears.

──It may be true as you say.

I thought maybe he admired me.

──Beckman. You must not be near Princess Jahanna. For her sake.

To Beckman, you shouldn’t be by my side… … .

“… … .”

At that moment, Jahanna stopped.

All the tremors subsided.

In my cold head, the identity of the confusion that was engulfing me was revealed.

This is ’emotion’.