Isaac

Newport City Periodic Reports

Identify the body of a 'degenerate'. Central Open Intervention with the Appearance of Magic. The cause and substance of the summoning can not be determined. Expected to be a result of the Queen's work.

The queen's work was not found even during a thorough central search. Surveillance candidate presents with adverse event. It is likely that the Queen's work has been passed on to the Watchers.

Request an upgrade to Surveillance Level 1.

New Port City Strategic Response Team Highly Confidential Order

The queen refuses to disclose information about the form and use of her work. Cannot request to level up Surveillance Level 1.

Decide who is invited to supervise. No hostile behavior of any kind. Analyst thinks the extraction operation was compromised. Expect the presence of a helper who alerted an internal additional defector and helped a 'M' class defector.

Additionally, a 'M' class pervert attempted to trade the Queen's work, but it was determined that the information leak was removed by an aide.

Conduct internal checks. Closed in Newport City. Unable to support.

It is likely that a group of ‘thousand' degenerates will cut off a portion of their roots and hide from them by open intervention. Focus on tracking down assistants who helped the 'M' class defector. Impersonate only a ’M' class defector who is being tracked by Central.

No other operational changes. Proceed.

“Hmm, I see Mana in my eyes...... and this crazy ballpoint pen draws Mana. What kind of artifact is this? ”

The practitioner grumbled because of the appearance of Central and the appearance of Dark Magic, but that's all he had to do, and Isaac couldn't stay idle as usual until the remnants of the civilization that had left were found.

I have spent time in this world and seen many things that I do not understand commonly. However, no matter how the world went, I closed my eyes and closed my ears because it had nothing to do with me wanting to live in a peaceful countryside for the rest of my life.

But instead of looking at blood as a scapegoat of a political power game, the damn lens stuck in my eyes. What sucks more is that after wearing a lens, you continue to experience memories of your past.

This damn nightmare constantly brings back old memories. So I closed my eyes and pretended not to know, but the remnants of the past rolled into my feet and whined, so I can no longer turn away.

I've been to the morgue looking for a dead Blackwizard aspiring to find a clue, but I've only heard that they've already recovered it from Central.

The only clues I could find for the last seven days were the same civilization, the same appearance, and a different use. It's doubtful who made the plastic, but the lens made Mana visible, and the non-degradable form of Monami Ballpoint pen scratched the paper, and it turned out that it was not black ink, but Manat, which was visible only through the lens, like writing.

Just looking at Isaac with a blank sheet and showing him that it's no big deal to Reisha, Knette, and the rest of the world. After a day, Mana, who scratched the paper, disappeared like an eraser.

“Hmm, what do we do with this now? ”

Isaac sits at his desk, twirling his finger at the ball pen and thinking: When it comes to magic, it's like being out in the open. As soon as I ask Reisha about it, she can only feel it, but she can never see it with her eyes and can't even pinch it like a ballpoint pen.

Then Isaac's current possession was a priceless item that was priceless. If this turns out to be true, they'll all be coveting where Isaac put his effort into taking possession of the goods.

The treasure calls for blood, but Isaac doesn't intend to hand over the treasure.

Isaac's eyes twinkle with a pen on the paper, his chin clenched with one hand.

“Wait. How did he get hold of this stuff? There's no way you could have owned this thing with your own power. ”

The existence of the object means that the creator also exists. I don't know if it was God or dragons or some other kind of magic, but there was only one reason to hide in the Slum carrying this stuff.

“He must have stolen it. ”

Then things get serious. Anyone who knew the identity of these objects would naturally try to retrieve them.

“I can't just gouge my eyes out because I want to.... ”

A doodled piece of paper creeps into Isaac's muttering eyes.

“Huh? Maybe this.... ”

You circle a blank piece of paper and then draw a star within the circle, and a simple mark of the magic circle appears.

“Huh? Huh? Is that why he was able to use magic? ”

Raisha led the platoon to investigate on behalf of Isaac, who was snooping on the rooftop because he was feeling sick, and she roasted Isaac every day. Seeing Racha like that, the impact of the lens on her makes a grumpy face disappear long ago.

Convenient memories of waking up every day in a nightmare, even when the snow is relaxed, have always made Isaac's condition feel bad. That's why, no matter how much the most beautiful woman in the world loses her virginity, Jung-nami will fall.

Then I remembered that Racha was wondering how she could summon the Wyvern when compared to an existing sorcerer, who didn't fit at all with the format and rules and didn't even have the basic flexibility to draw Mana.

“Magic……. ”

The so-called fantasy job. I had a chance to use magic that once had a dream but had to fold bitterly.

“Hmm, I should find out. ”