Isaac

“Anyway, don't be interested and don't worry about her work anymore. It brings only anger when I'm curious. ”

“Whatever."

Isaac frowns and looks away from the ballpoint pen. As he replies, Libya looks back at Isaac's hand rather than looking at him, frowning.

“The Black Wizard will be investigated in Central for now. Please don't get into any trouble and get investigated properly. The thing about the Black Wizard is that it's a matter of dealing with the sensitivity of the central community, so act with it with integrity. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes. ”

“And why is your finger so pointy all the time? If you don't know what the sequelae is, go to the hospital and get treated right away. ”

Tsk! Tsk.

Lillia's words surprise Isaac, and a pen falls off the table missing from her hand and falls to her feet.

Lillia said, looking at Isaac strangely, without giving him a glance.

“What is it?”

“…… No. I'm surprised you care about me. ”

“Hmph!”

Lillia snorts once and goes down to the rooftop as if it wasn't worth listening. As Libria disappears, Isaac, who buries himself back into the couch, is stunned for a moment, then bursts into a seizure smile.

“Hehehe. Is that it? Wow! That's amazing. ”

After a long time, Isaac leaves his hand and fades away, pulling out a pen that came back to his finger and spinning around, thinking.

Libria was completely unaware of the existence of the ballpoint pen. Something that even the Sword Master cannot recognize. That explains why I used chi to find Central, the Black Wizard, or the Queen's work and couldn't find it.

So Central searched every nook and cranny, but they couldn't find a ballpoint pen or a lens. Invisible to the eyes of the world. It became clear that the creator of the Queen's work was a figure in the old world, just like himself.

Even though one question was solved, it should be considered even more annoying. I want to give it to the Queen, but there's no way to give it to her, so I have to endure the effort to take it.

“...... Are you glad you used egg balm, not magic? ”

Isaac grabs his coat. Despite the vein's influence, the machinery is useless, but not all attacks are broken. The magic bars painted with a ballpoint pen worked normally under the influence of the vein.

However, as I was tied up in limbs, I couldn't smoke. If you can't smoke, you don't have Mana, so you can't trigger a magic party.

Thanks to the Black Wizard's foolishness, I was able to get out and smoke, but I couldn't trigger the sorcerer. The magicians Isaac painted on his coat are all magicians made of the foundations of the foundation.

If you try such basic magic on Central and the gossipy Wizard, you advertise to him that he knows what the Queen's work is and even knows how to use it in situations that are impossible and obvious.

After a long time, Isaac clears his smile and asks again for a cigarette.

“Oh, it's a really fun world. ”

Waking up mumbling, Isaac approaches the end of the handrail and looks at Theta Earth. I noticed the scenery of a growing city that was filled with buzzing people and lively noise. You may be proud to see your work, but Isaac's gaze is simply indifferent.

“I don't know who the producer is, but I'd really like to hit him once I see him. ”

This world is only a temporary holiday for Isaac or Joon-young. It would have been nice to just live quietly, but I didn't think it would be so bad to hang out like this sometimes.

It's still too much. Important thing that only you can see. It's also a strategic weapon class, so it's natural to be restless around here.

Besides, you've done a lot of crazy things, so it looks like the arsonist is gathering flammables next to the powder closet. After all, it means good bye to a peaceful life. The original cause is the creator.

A dark room. While the sound of a man passing through the desert documents quietly resonated, the man stopped his work and said to the old man, as he tidied up the collected documents on his desk, the pale looking old man stumbled into the room.

“You've done quite a job. ”

“…… I don't regret it. ”

He looked down at the old man indifferently with an attitude of wanting only disposition.

“Why don't you take that shell off? ”

“I understand.”

A shadow rises from the old man's feet, enveloping the old man all the way to his head, and when he swoops away, the middle-aged man who dragged Libria into the center reveals himself.

“How are you feeling? ”

“We did some first aid. ”

“So how did it go? ”

“…… Sorry. ”

In the words of the middle-aged man who apologizes with a voice that creeps into his questions, the man smiled bloody, punctured the collection of documents and tied it with a rope.

“You almost died a long time ago and didn't even check to see if you had the queen's work? And you don't even have a clue who those perverts and perverts are? ”

“ ……. ”

“Well, okay. Let's just say. What is the response of the 'thousand' class? ”

“ ……. ”

The middle-aged man silently said, hesitating, his movements stopped, and he looked at the middle-aged man with a slightly grumpy expression.

“Let's say the queen's work or ‘horse’ class can. Does it make sense that class 728 was ambushed by mines and no one moved? ”

“…… in the news of the incident, only the city practitioners moved people, and none of the citizens encouraged them to apply for rescue work. ”

The middle-aged man frowned and muttered as if he was offended.

“Does that mean the analyst's judgment is correct? ”

“Yes?”

When he became a middle-aged man who did not understand the murmur of the man, the man leaned against the chair and said.

“Analysts have determined that the ‘Thousand' class of perverts are already concerned about our movements and are going to give up New Port City and hide again. ”

“That's ridiculous. You have to assume that you've already spent most of your followers' money, and now you can't just give it up and hide it again. ”

“That's the whole point. Thousands of degenerates spend decades catching one target and doing democratic work. Because of the act of consuming followers, I also felt that the ‘cloth’ class was completely rooted in Newport City. But the analyst had a different opinion. ”

“ ……. ”

“There's a good chance that Room 728 just appeared at the time of its rooting in Newport City. ”

“But even if you just rooted it down, wouldn't it be an opportunity to accelerate it for the ‘Thousand' degenerates? ”

“The ‘Thousand' class always tried to make heroes and encourage their personality work behind them to control them. Probably tried to do it at first, too. And then you gave up.”

“That's why……. ”

The middle-aged man kept his mouth shut to ask why. Reason? Too many. He burns cities, pretends not to see the crime and encourages them. Besides, I don't know if I'm going to risk my life blowing up eggs in the mines.

That's what makes him a hero? It was reasonable to think that even the tough ‘cloth’ class had given up.

“If you're just about to take down the roots, giving up would be quick. Plus, you left it out in the open. The attention was so focused that it couldn't stand it. ”

“But they also consumed followers. ”

“Isn't it a subtle move? If you decide to withdraw anyway, your follower is a very useful card. Once a follower chooses a target, it's just a burden. You leave it to us to deal with and convince us that you're a parasite in Newport, so that while your gaze is fixed, you can start all over again somewhere else. Is that what they call it in the world over there? ”

“Do the analysts think the ‘Thousand' class of defectors have completely withdrawn? ”

“They're extremely wary of us, so we should assume. We're the only ones in trouble here. If the report had been completed a little earlier, you wouldn't have bothered me. After all, we only raised 728's vigilance without getting anything. ”

728's behavior is unpredictable in analysts. ”

The middle-aged man tried to negotiate freely with the Black Wizard, but his teeth split open when he remembered Isaac, a man more wicked than the Black Wizard, who had been slaughtered directly behind his back. It's been a long time since I've been so pure.

The man clapped his chin on the desk with one hand and tapped the floor with the other, thinking for a moment.

“This time, the analyst sent me another interesting report, instead of a 'thousand’ class defector. ”

“What is it? ”

In the middle-aged question, the man held out a bunch of documents on the desk without words, and the middle-aged man took a good look at one and asked with an unbelievable look.

“This is... unbelievable. It's a completely ridiculous assumption. ”

“I'd like to think so, but when has analyst ever been wrong? ”

“ ……. ”

No. The Central Analysis Bureau has the ability to thoroughly examine the causes, consequences and causal relationships of a single sentence. If the Surveillance Bureau were the eyes of the Central, the Operations Bureau would be in charge of hands, feet, and analysts.

There's no denying the analyst's judgment. However, if the immediate report is true, it could be a significant breach in Central.

“Does the Director know this information? ”

“The Director of Analysis is a human, but every analyst in the Bureau is a heterogeneous species. Why do you think that is? ”

“…… because humans are political animals. ”

“Exactly. Especially since Broylen is the Queen Consort. I can't help thinking about one thing. That's why the analyst sent me this information. ”

“What are you going to do? ”

“We have to find out now. Why the queen had her work extradited to the outside with an ultra-strength alliance with a degenerate. ”

The middle-aged man said he hesitated for a moment.

“But now there are so many operations involved, I can't move them around. ”

“Never mind. I already have your permission. Ops is working out a detail, so move when the plan is complete. ”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment about his instructions.

“There's no big deal going on, but there are two big problems. ”

“Two? Not one?”

I asked the middle-aged man with a surprised look on his face.