The Skill Maker

a roaring roar

But then.

A group of people came slowly towards me through the crowd.

It seemed to be no ordinary aliens, with their own dignity, from their red garb or cape attire. Standing in the middle of the pack, a small horny creature with a small horn faces me and opens his mouth with a slight lower back.

"Hello, my name is. And we are Estvalde's. May I ask you a few questions?"

You're the enforcer of the governing body?

I immediately realized what the word meant. That is to say, one of the few recognized beings among the capable. It meant that they showed up at the scene of the incident in person.

In general, talented individuals are forced to need large numbers of fields and beings to manage in the process of selecting and developing a frontier. So it was the people of the that existed in each region. In a nutshell, he was in charge of Estvalde's various tasks such as collecting taxes, repairing walls, and managing buildings. A man of few hundred power in this world, though not very powerful.

I nodded towards Dergos.

It's better than that. Now that the enforcers have arrived.

At this point, we might as well accuse the Dark Shields of their intentions and put them on their backs.

"Of course. Ask questions."

The conductor bobbed his head.

"Okay, I'll ask you a question right away. The man in your hand. How can you be sure that he is righteous? You didn't push him into a corner with just the right mind, did you?"

In that momentary stream where the words of Dergos are finished.

I noticed something faintly shining in the eyes of the janitor.

Wait a minute.

Why the hell are you asking me that now?

Isn't it a more normal pattern here to torture this man and try to ascertain the truth right now, instead of questioning me? The question just now was close to a question that clearly questioned me no matter who heard it. A strange question for anyone to hear. Well, for me, my intuition was way ahead of others, I had to have some doubts.

"......"

"Why don't you answer right away? Did you suspect him only by heart, as I said?"

Huh? Don't tell me you're a janitor.

With the Dark Shields... Are you in cahoots?

At that moment, I suddenly remembered what I had said.

But despite the greatness of Arkalhect, as far as Clan, where she is master, still hasn't given up Belgreta completely. Our Clans have been stealthily interrupting their attempt to build an attack squad, and have done all sorts of unnoticed work to tie their hands and feet. For us, the Night Illusion was an eyesore.]

Belga had clearly confessed to us that there was a backstabbing by the Dark Shield side to disrupt the attack when the side assembled an assault squad to kill Akalhect. In short, he had been secretly interfering from the stage of creating an offensive unit to prevent Bellgreta from recovering.

But... ...think about it.

How could Dark S.H.I.E.L.D. interfere with the Night Illusion trying to gather people?

You're interfering in the face?

You're putting a geek at it?

That can't be possible.

Normally, you can't stop the opponent Clan from gathering up the attack squad. Because participating in the last performance is the part that is decided by the individual's pure freedom. Something was obviously strange.

I demonstrated my skill at Lena.

Skills that can be used by anyone with intermediate or higher abilities who can effectively control the chi. If the wizards have telepathy, the warriors have a telepathy. I had something I must ask her at this moment, even if I used an electric tone.

[Lena, did you tell me at the inn the other day?] Not many people wanted to participate in every Acahalt attack.]

[......?]

She answered my sudden electric message immediately, perplexed.

[Yes. Estvalde is a new frontier, so the big problem was that there weren't a lot of people who were high enough to participate in the Acahalt Raid.]

Lena used to think this way.

Yes. This is the general judgment.

I asked her again.

[Is there another reason why people didn't get together enough?] Like a management agency's quest request, or job support. Isn't that what happened? At the same time Lena was gathering up the attack squad.]

Lena changed into a look of thought.

[Oh, come to think of it, I'm sure there was a problem like that. A sudden drop in forced conscription, logging, mining, and other issues left many of the people who were able to empty the fortress... ...my god. Minhyuk? Are you suspecting the management organization?]

[Well.]

[Dark S.H.I.E.L.D.'s got to do with that?] Most of all, the executors of the governing body were elected by Estvalde's vote.]

That's when you pick.

But he could have been bought off with money after that.

What if Estvalde's jaws were in cahoots with Dark Shield? What if the Night Illusion was helping with the backstabbing to disrupt the construction of the Arkalhect Raid in the first place?

Then it was possible enough to disrupt her formation of the attack squad.

Dergos opens his mouth to me again, as if to interrogate him.

"Tell me. How can you be sure that he is righteous? Wasn't that all you had in mind? Why can't you talk?"

When I saw the look on the face of Dergos, I noticed that this was an important moment.

You dark SHIELD bastards.

How far did the rotten root extend?

Are you saying that the management system itself belonged to them in the first place? I never thought the enforcers would act this way. Look at these guys? I'm going to turn back public opinion somehow. It's this. It's oily even if you add ashes to the rice.

I opened my mouth deftly.

"How could he have just sold a man out of his heart? Of course I have proof."

As soon as I finished speaking, I put my hand into the chest of the Teming Master. Then immediately he took out a small prickly horn of Arkalhect from his bosom. Of course, I didn't forget to use the to make a more powerful life so that the taming master's mouth wouldn't open.

"Originally, they must have part of the body of the object they control. Look, the horns of the acahalt came out of his arms. I was able to catch this guy by backtracking on the flag connected to the arcahect. And... there's evidence. Was that enough answer to the question?"

"......"

The enforcement officer, Dergos, quickly became a pouting face.

You never imagined there would be so much solid evidence. I can't help it. Actually, this horn piece wasn't on the Timing Master's body, I just slipped it in. A hidden one in advance when dismantling. It's evidence anyway. It's obvious that the middle-aged man would have disposed of it before he even tried to tear the scroll and run away. If you don't have proof, I'll make it myself.

Dergos sighed with a condescending look.

"Well, that's good. Let's say he must be the Acalhept's taming master. But you know what? How are you going to prove he belongs to the Dark Shield Clan? Is there a possibility that he did it by himself, having nothing to do with the Reds?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The moment the words of Dergos are over.

The middle-aged Timing Master struggled with a look of injustice with his mouth shut by my skill. Perhaps it was clear that the enforcer, Dergos, was trying to throw himself away like a devoted friend.

The executor admitted that he was a taming master, and asked questions as if it had nothing to do with Dark Shield. This was no different from a taming master who had devoted himself to the Dark Shield. A cruel declaration to cut the buds so as not to make any more connections.

Yes. This is the essence of the Reds.

If it looks dangerous, cut off the tail and take off the arm.

There is no sense of comradeship.

You worked for these guys.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

with the crowd looking at the enforcers en masse

I opened my mouth heavily with a grave look.

To be honest, I'm a little upset. The fact that the Reds have gone this far in the new frontier over the past year.

"The chances that he did this on his own are near zero. Most of all, I could get a confession from this person right now that I have something to do with it' I have a very, very special skill that makes that possible. In this case, wouldn't it be obvious?"

Dergos looked at me and smiled bitterly.

It was as if he knew it would come out that way.

"What if he's a lie made by you? You hired him to set the Dark Shield up, didn't you?"

"......"

I glared at Dergos coldly.

Ha, you crazy bastard. Now you're coming out like that. Is this it?

That's it. One. That's for sure. I did.

"Executive! What are you guys doing?"

"Hey! Management! Are you guys taking the Red side? Why did he have to do that?"

"Don't say shit, Dergos! Don't tell me you guys got paid back by Dark Shield."

"That's Estvalde's hero who stopped Acalhet! What's weird is on your side!"

The angry crowd roared at the enforcer.

What's weird about this is that it's not my side, it's the people on the management side.

It would seem strange to others as they are questioning me for information on the criminal. Of course, some of the talented people who were so absorbed in Dergos' words that they began to doubt me seemed to be seen.

I can't do this.

I opened my mouth again.

"There's evidence."

"...what?"

The face of Dergos frowns again.

a change so insignificant as to be invisible to people's eyes.

But I was able to catch it exactly.

I glared at the judge again with a cold look.

"I can make it clear that this taming master belongs."

"What? How the hell are you going to figure that out?"

"The core. Projection."

I lightly banged my finger twice to activate two skills.

Skill Rating : SS+

: Read the other person's thoughts when triggered.

Skill Rating: B

: Project what you see and feel when triggered into reality.

And that moment.

Someone's voice began to flow from the sky of Estvalde.

[We have to protect the Dark Shield somehow.]

[I can't let that prick get any more installed. There's no evidence anyway.]

[All we have to do is make it look like he's got it all up to him. I'm afraid I can't help but throw away the Timing Master.]

[Foolish mobsters] A little more and you'll be fooled.]

[Huh? Now, hold on...] What's this?]

"What, what is this?"

With everyone perplexed by the image rising in the air.

The face of Dergos... I was slowly whitened by what I had done. Suddenly, his thoughts are projected into the real world. It must feel like your heart is sinking.

I opened my mouth to the crowd with a cold smile.

"Look, guys, this is the idea that's in the guy's head."

The end of the one-man race (5).

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