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Unique traits are special abilities that you are born with.

Since it is a powerful ability that rarely manifests, it is not often mentioned.

So, revealing your unique characteristics means revealing the important patterns you have.

“Is it okay if I say it?”

“If you keep it a secret.”

“There’s no one to talk to.”

“That’s what it looks like.”

“… … .”

“This is also a joke.”

Libra smiled slightly and explained her unique traits.

Since I already knew what it was about, I waited for her to finish speaking.

She also hid much of the content of her own unique characteristics.

“Measuring the value of two with scales? What does that have to do with fortune telling?”

“The concept of superiority is also possible. For example, whether to live or die within a year.”

“… … This is a prophecy.”

“However, the more variables there are, the lower the accuracy.”

“For example?”

“If you want to estimate whether you will die within a year… It is only possible based on your current physical condition. Useful if you are sick.”

“If someone stabs you with a dagger.”

“Out of my ability. I can’t predict it.”

Libra shook her head.

The only thing that can be hidden by her unique characteristics is her current state.

It cannot capture the many variables that may change in the future.

However, it is possible to accurately see the current value by looking at it with your eyes.

“That’s enough.”

“… Then.”

“I will formally recruit you from the Calderon family. I will not spare any support you may need. In return, you will also need to help with the family’s affairs. The deadline is until the roots of the evil worshippers are eradicated. ”

“Not enough.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ability. Aren’t you going to tell me?”

“Of course.”

“… … Hiding it is proof that it is a worthless ability.”

“Think as you wish. That’s all. The sun will rise soon.”

Ignoring Libra’s discontented expression, I took out a bottle of medicine from my bosom.

“It’s an antidote. Would you like to drink it?”

“… Be thoroughly prepared.”

“I heard that there was a powerful person among the 8 villains who used poison, so I took care of him, but it is no longer needed.”

“Quite famous in the back alleys. Not so much that you can be fooled by his mediocre abilities.”

“Your legs look okay. Let’s go right away.”

“… … Now that’s praise. I’ll drink the antidote. ”

I threw the vial of antidote at Libra.

As she accepted it neatly and emptied the bottle in one gulp, her expression became much more relaxed.

Poison Drinker Louis’ unique trait [Extreme Poison] is the ability to add his own magic power to ordinary poison.

So the only poison he uses is ordinary poison.

Since Louis, who drank poison, is dead, the symptoms can be quickly alleviated with a normal antidote, and the medicine I gave you was obtained at the request of Luciela.

As it is a detoxification potion used by the five major families of the empire, its performance is incomparably excellent.

“Just move.”

“… … Yeah.”

Libra slowly moved her injured leg.

It moves slowly but surely.

After confirming that, I immediately left the forest.

Because it’s too late.

The sun is already starting to rise, and since we’ve walked this far, we need to move quickly.

As I walked along the forest path, I occasionally became aware of what was behind me.

Because I don’t know when Libra will turn around and stab me in the back.

… This may be an excessive worry, but I don’t let my guard down even if we communicate well.

I glanced over and saw that Libra was following along slowly but surely.

He looked a little tired, but there was nothing he could do.

I can’t carry you because your leg hurts a little. I’m tired too.

“… … car?”

“I’ll give it to you when you get to the house.”

“No. Not that.”

Libra, who had come out of the forest, called out to me.

I thought he was thirsty when I saw him suddenly talking about tea, but that wasn’t the case.

It looks like he’s asking about the magic car.

It has been 30 years since magic engineering took root in the empire.

It wasn’t cheap enough for a commoner to ride, but since I revealed my identity, they naturally assumed I came here by car.

“There is no car.”

“… … ? The next head of the Calderon family… … Calderon is one of the five great families of the empire… … ”

“But I’m frugal.”

“Lies… … … ”

Libra fell to the floor with a thud.

Even though he looked tired, he seemed to be following the rough forest path diligently.

There’s nothing I can do. She still has a long way to go, so I gave her a word of encouragement.

“Don’t worry too much.”

“A lie after all?”

“It only takes about 3 hours to walk.”

“… … … I’d rather die here.”

It was Libra who had completely buried her head in the floor.

—

Although there were many twists and turns, we were able to arrive at the Calderon family mansion not too late.

“… …Madoka.”

“You still haven’t given up. If you ride something like that at dawn, you’ll attract attention.”

“No.”

Libra refuted without saying a word, even with a face worn down by fatigue.

“A plot to harass me. I knew it. Very planned. ”

“You’re smarter than I thought, you noticed that much.”

“Lies don’t work on witches.”

“That’s a lie.”

“…!!”

Unfortunately, her [Libra] lacks the ability to detect lies.

It just weighs everything that its unique characteristics detect.

“Are you here?”

When we arrived at the house, our butler Alfred was there to greet us.

Even though he left the house without saying a word and returned only after the sun had risen, no one asked what was going on.

He must have sensed that you wanted to hide something, since you left your car behind.

Anyway, you have good sense.

Unlike anyone else here.

“You are my guest.”

“You look tired, so I’ll prepare the bath water first.”

“Take care of the guests first.”

Alfred nodded silently and gestured to the maid behind him.

Libra seemed slightly wary, but did not refuse.

at that time.

“Ah. Cain… … aren’t you?”

The voice I hated the most sounded in my ears.

Greymore Feldaron.

He is one of the elders of the Calderon family and is a member of the Feldaron family, a collateral branch of the Calderon family.

His presence was the reason I didn’t take the magic car.

He is a senior member of the Calderon family, but his own safety is of the utmost importance to him.

Of all the members of the Senate, he is the one who most openly opposes me.

There is an indirect connection to the recent Belmagor Church incident.

Greymore does not worship any evil gods.

He was intentionally approached by forces seeking to overthrow the imperial family using the Belmagor Church.

However, that does not mean he is without sin.

Because I heard all the stories and it was something I chose myself.

Greymore, a selfish man who only cares about himself, will be publicly executed on the day the Belmagor Cult falls.

Until then, I just need to produce evidence that the Calderon family had nothing to do with it.

“I was worried about you going out so late. You’re not a little kid anymore.”

“Greymore… … … Sir.”

“Who’s that guy behind there?”

She looked at him quietly as Greymore pointed to Libra.

I immediately raised my arm and stopped her.

If Libra were to use [Libra] on Greymore, she would definitely be caught.

“Stop. You must be tired, so go and rest first.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Alfred and the maid disappeared from sight with Libra.

Graymore, who had been quietly watching this scene, continued speaking openly.

“Nightlife is good, but you should also consider the dignity of a nobleman.”

“Listen carefully to Kyung’s advice.”

“It’s okay. The sword succession ceremony will be held soon, so I’m sure the head of the family is happy about it.”

Succession ceremony of the sword.

This is the sword ceremony performed by the next head of the Calderon family.

This is a succession ceremony held at the family’s sacred grounds, accessed through the Calderon family’s hidden passage. You must defeat the family’s guardians with only one sword, with all magical powers prohibited.

Of course, it is nearly impossible to defeat a Guardian with bare hands.

The current head of the family, Gin Calderon, has been taken down, but this is not an event fit for a new head of the family who has just reached the age of 18.

The ostensible purpose of the succession ceremony is to prove one’s qualifications to become the head of the family… … but in reality, it is an event to select a head of the family that suits the tastes of the Senate.

In fact, it was possible to become the head of a family without a succession ceremony if one received the approval of the Senate.

The reason he’s talking about the succession ceremony now is because he’s putting pressure on Greymore himself and the Senate to submit if he doesn’t want to get hurt.

As long as the long Calderon has both his eyes wide open, he can’t kill me.

That doesn’t mean you should think that becoming a family head will be easy.

There is no particular reason why Greymore can be so blatant.

A long-standing tradition. A bad custom that arose when people from families that had fallen off to the collateral line were brought into the Senate. It’s like taming the head of the family.

Because there is a significant difference between a family head who has yet to build up his power and a figure in the Senate who has already been rolling around in the political world.

The Greymores also have connections to the other five great families, as well as the imperial family, which is why they are running wild like this.

Even if you appeal because it is a bad custom, you will just end up being a child who runs away in fear of the succession ceremony.

The justification is over there.

However.

‘There isn’t much left.’

The day when the existence of the Belmagor Church rises to the surface and eventually sinks into the water.

When that day comes, Greymore will notice too.

The rope he was holding onto was rotting from the inside.

“Lord Greymore. I appreciate your concern, but I’m tired right now, so let’s talk later.”

“I see. Then I’ll see you next time.”

Drag drag…

With an evil smile.

Graymore took a step forward.

Without even imagining his own end.

—

Inside a small building where darkness has descended.

A man is praying repeatedly while kneeling on one knee.

He chants an unknown prayer in a small voice above a strange magic circle drawn in blood on the floor, yearning for an answer that cannot be reached.

Then the man sat up as if he had realized something.

“Ah… Ahh… … ”

The man began to twist his body bizarrely, holding his head, then soon collapsed on the floor and began to sob.

Compassion. Despair. Anger.

A variety of emotions crossed his face, and then the man, determined, stood up again from his swaying body.

He walked slowly and arrived in front of a small table.

The man who had raised the ceremonial dagger above him took a staggering step towards the magic circle drawn in blood again.

It was a dagger that had been worn and torn from long use, but perhaps it was because I maintained it with sincere feelings every day.

The dagger’s blade was sharpened to a fine point.

The man stared blankly at the dagger.

Phew-

He stuck it into his heart.

The final expression on the man’s face, distorted by pain, was…ecstasy.

“Cough!”

The devil worshipper. Archbishop Marquisares is resurrected.

Taking the lives of his followers.

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