Rust - Chapter 487



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RUST -487

Psychometry doesn’t work?

“Really.”

Before Erica’s confused voice could die down, Maru jumped over the table and ran straight towards Roana Blanc.

uh?

to?

What?

People blinking at the movement of the floor, which seemed to be teleportation.

In the blink of an eye, Maru’s hand suddenly reached out towards Roana Blanc’s face and grabbed her face.

! Maru’s fingers dug between Roana Blanc’s cheeks to prevent her from gritting her teeth.

Ahh-

A tendon stood out on Maru’s forearm.

Suddenly-

!!!

Huh-huh-

Maru, who had pulled out Roana Blanc’s jaw joint in one breath, called the medical team.

“Check to see if there’s anything in the wisdom tooth. Look for any chips or implants inserted right away.”

[ancient.]

Everyone was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to do at the sudden jaw joint extraction trick.

Maru asked Erica again about the psychometry results, whether or not it was true.

“So you’re saying you can’t read what I’m thinking?”

“Are you asking after pulling out my chin first?” Erica was flustered.

“Uh- So. That···.”

‘Why are you shaking like that when you saw someone die right in front of you?’ Erica swallowed hard at Maru’s gaze.

“···I feel like my thoughts aren’t readable.”

Come to think of it, Vladimir Kalin also didn’t read my mind. I talked about it with Julia.

‘Telepathy doesn’t seem to work. I thought it would be dangerous to try to force it through telepathy. Something really doesn’t feel right, so you should be careful too.’

‘That’s right. I can’t sense any residual thoughts or read their thoughts, so I don’t know what kind of person they are or if I can trust them, so to be honest, I’m a little scared.’

As memories of that time came to mind, Erica glanced up at the floor.

“It looks like you have something to say. If you have something to say, then say it.”

“Yeah. It looks like there’s something there.”

Erica explains the story of her worries with Julia, a telepath, to Maru and Kim Yang’s urging.

“So I’m immune to psychic powers? And I couldn’t read Roana Blanc’s thoughts either?”

“It felt different, but it was the same as being unreadable.”

Maru’s forehead wrinkled after hearing Erica’s explanation.

Why did you pull out Roana’s jaw joint while saying that it couldn’t be read psychometrically?

Because the very fact that you can’t read something means that you can’t believe it.

However, Maru felt strange because the people with psychic abilities actually saw him as someone they couldn’t trust and couldn’t understand.

‘I had my jaw removed to prevent me from committing suicide because it felt weird, but was it because I was too sensitive?’

After listening to Erica’s story, I thought that she might be immune to the mental world like me.

‘No. It’s strange to think of someone with psychic immunity.’

I thought I had made a mistake, so I thought about it again carefully and realized it wasn’t a mistake. Even if I had made a mistake, it wasn’t something I could just let go of.

“Bring me the head chef, and anyone who first made contact with Roana Blanc, and… anyone who allowed her to enter Vladiak Tower.”

The Roana Blanc incident escalated into a security system overhaul.

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Sweat dripping down even though it wasn’t hot.

The head chef wiped the cold sweat with a handkerchief.

“You don’t have to be nervous.”

“······.”

“Just answer the questions honestly.”

“······.”

How could you not be nervous when the king is watching?

If it had been a member of a royal family from any European country, I wouldn’t have even snorted, but the one watching from the side was Vladimir Kalin.

A true king who is qualitatively different from those who are kings in name only. He alone created the Vladiak Tower and is believed by the Holy Cult to be their savior.

The savior of his life, who allowed him and his family to live in safety and peace, was His Majesty Vladimir Kalin.

He’s watching you in person, so don’t be nervous. Are you kidding me?

“Yes. Yes.”

“Do you know Roana Blanc?”

It was a PD asking the head chef a question.

“This was my first time seeing her face in person. I don’t know her, but we exchanged opinions through comments on Newtube and SNS···.”

“I see. Can I consider you as someone I know well?”

It was understandable, since the concept of ‘a person you know’ has changed a lot since the past.

“yes.”

“Who contacted you first?”

The security chief then asked a question.

Electricity, telecommunications, and local Internet were available in Detroit and its surrounding areas, so social media and NewTube were also running.

“I was called in because she posted a story about her refugee status in Detroit.”

They sent out those who wanted to leave and accepted refugees who wanted to come in, and then they came in.

“Why?”

“It was because she was a talented chef in the pastry and baking field. I thought it would be a good idea to hire her since we were relatively weak in desserts.”

The head chef was proud.

From a simple group of survivors, they grew into a city-wide force, and eventually declared independence from the Federation and became a kingdom. So, from a survival kitchen, they became a royal kitchen.

So the title of royal chef was added to the chef’s name. Now, no matter what he did, he cooked with pride as a royal chef, but his desserts were weak.

In this situation, I found out that a young chef who was known for his desserts had fled to Detroit. How could I just leave him alone?

As Maru listened to the head chef’s answer, he looked at Erica, who was practicing psychometry, and she spoke quietly.

“It’s true.”

The interrogation ended with the security chief’s questions.

“Thank you for talking to me.”

“No, thank you for your hard work. It’s okay.”

The head chef swallowed, saying, “Absolutely not.”

It was Roana Blanc that he had called. He had called her because he was greedy and wanted to save the dessert part, but the head chef was upset that she had been dragged away.

“By any chance… is there something wrong with her?”

“We are still investigating.”

The head chef, wiping away the cold sweat again, carefully opened his mouth.

“Wow- she is a really talented chef. She is also a famous chef, with over 10 million subscribers and followers on her YouTube channel before the incident. Unless she committed a really big crime, I hope you give her a chance.”

Maru reassured the head chef, telling him not to worry.

“If there are no problems, I will think about it.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

After the head chef left, the conference room was momentarily silent.

According to his testimony, it has become ambiguous that both the fact that Yang Kim was locked up in solitary confinement because she was suspicious and the fact that Maru pulled out her chin without answering any questions were all accidental incidents.

“······.”

“······.”

“It’s better to assume that there is no suspicion of trespassing since they didn’t sneak in from the other side but were invited in from this side.”

The security chief cautiously opened the door.

“There is a problem that it cannot be read with psychometric abilities, but I think it is difficult to judge based on that alone since it is something that can happen to those with psychic immunity.”

It seems like the PD also agrees with the security director’s opinion.

As the two men argued that Roana Blanc was virtually innocent, Ms. Kim raised an opposing opinion.

“Does it make sense that refugees came to Detroit in such good health?”

The argument that it is incomprehensible that a pretty woman could have endured the bitter cold for over seven months and lived as a refugee, sleeping on the streets with other people.

“Ahem- big- It might be a little hard to understand, but when a woman is really pretty, extraordinary things can happen. There’s a reason why there are old stories about countries falling or castles being opened because of beauties. That’s because there are people who give their all to pretty women.”

The security chief continued his story, looking at Kim Yang’s suspicious eyes.

“Isn’t that the case even if you just watch internet broadcasts? If you think about it, popular female BJs have to move around with bodyguards. It’s not hard to understand that Roana Blanc has good nutrition and skin condition, and that she survived the winter safely.”

PD had the same opinion.

“I think so too. Working at a broadcasting station, I often see fans treating idols like that, so I understand. Assuming that the relationship between idols and fans developed during the cold season, it’s not impossible that Roana Blanc came safely to Detroit.”

Kim Yang, Hood, and the nurse glanced at Maru at the same time at the story that if a woman was really pretty, the moment a man said he wanted to monopolize her, the rest of the people would not have let it go, so it might actually be safe.

Maru was also a man, so he thought that the security chief and the PD had a point, but he didn’t make a hasty judgment because he felt uneasy about trying to pass it off like that.

‘What is it? What am I missing?’

If you feel uneasy, there must be a reason. Maru never overlooked this feeling.

‘The head chef called me···.’

?’Wait a minute. The head chef called? Do you all come in when he calls you?’

Maru looked at the security chief.

Even if the head chef called, it was the security chief’s prerogative to initiate the verification process.

But, it seems like they’ve quietly passed over the story without mentioning what security procedures were used to bring in Roana Blanc…?

“Erika. Try psychometry on the Security Chief.”

“Yes? Yes.”

In an instant, the air froze.

“immediately.”

“Yes. I. Chief of Security. Hand please.”

Erica’s palm lightly touched the security chief’s hand on the table.

“to?”

The moment Erica let out a gasp, the table split as Maru swung his sword.

Kwajik!

Tub-

Maru strode over to the gap where the table was torn in two and grabbed the security chief’s cheek violently. The security chief trembled as his fingers dug deep into his cheek to keep his jaw from closing.

“Huh? I haven’t said anything yet?” Maru said to Erika, who was mumbling.

“You haven’t read it yet?”

“Yes? Yes.”

Maru’s expression turned murderous.

“It was read last time.”

“Huh? Yes.”

I verified it several times and finally confirmed that she had converted to Erica’s psychometry. After looking into it, her abilities were not bad and her conversion seemed certain, so I put her in charge of security. This bastard?

“Oh. Ugh- misunderstanding···.”

“Misunderstanding? What kind of misunderstanding?”

As Maru tried to twist and pull out her jaw joint with all his might, the man desperately took off the bracelet he was wearing on his wrist and grabbed Erica’s hand. The bracelet fell to the floor with a thud.

Erica’s eyes grew wide.

“Huh? Just a moment.”

Erica mopped the floor.

“I can read your mind. Uh- So you didn’t intend to betray me?”

Maru’s cold eyes glared at Erica.

A murderous look that says, ‘Are you the problem? Or are you too···?’

“No. Really. Really.”

Erica shook her head from side to side.

“say it.”

“While interrogating Roana Blanc, she presented the security chief with a bracelet.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the bracelet that had fallen to the floor.

“A bracelet? So you’re saying I took a bribe?”

“No. It’s not just a bracelet, it’s a piece of equipment that can counter psychic abilities to a certain extent.”

Equipment that corresponds to the ability?

“That… If the security chief is affected by psychic abilities, there will be a hole in security. The equipment to prepare for such a situation is valuable. I couldn’t continue to be suspicious of the person who gave me such equipment, and he was someone who would be fine even if it was considered normal procedure.”

“Why didn’t you report that you received such equipment?”

“You just started a meeting as soon as you arrived. I was thinking of reporting to you separately after the meeting.”

I just pulled out my jaw joint, so when would I report it? If Erica didn’t betray me, it would be hard to conclude that the security chief betrayed me.

‘But why doesn’t this feeling of uneasiness go away?’

“Erika. Try psychometry on everyone here.”

“Yes? All of them?”

“Yeah. Is that possible?”

“Yes. Yes.”

Kim Yang, Hood, and the nurse’s faces turned slightly red.

‘Then who should do it first?’

As Erica looked, three women were emitting intense glares, telling her to put others first.

‘Then starting with PD-nim?’

The PD’s face was corpse-like.

Somehow, seeing the PD blaming himself, Erica’s gaze turned to the new woman. That is, the one-armed woman with a cut off arm.

‘I told you to start with the bread girl and this guy anyway.’

A question mark appeared above Erica’s head as she held the one-armed woman’s hand.

“Huh? Huh?”