I Became the Servant of the Blind Wicked Woman

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The response from the Ten Towers was swift. They isolated the area with infected individuals using barrier walls and quickly began searching for the culprit.

However, what the Ten Towers hadn't anticipated was the movement of the hosts carrying the silver threads. As soon as one area was successfully isolated, a bomb containing silver threads exploded in the next unquarantined zone.

The attacks precisely targeted the weak points of Elysion's security structure, mocking their defensive system.

In the meticulously designed chain reaction, the Ten Towers sensed traces of an insider. The suspect was clear: survivors of the Golden Desert Operation, rebels tainted by the extra-dimension.

If someone had reported the rebels first, they should have a contingency plan prepared.

Salmosia, the Blasphemia Inspector General, was summoned to the Ten Towers' Elder Council.

Salmosia stared at the glowing light flickering before his eyes. The distortion that twisted reality led to Ether Space.

It was Eleusis, a highly advanced form of Ether Space that allowed entry with one's physical body intact.

The high-ranking members of the Ten Towers, gathered across space, were watching the chaos in Elysion with interest.

"Salmosia."

"Yes."

An elder of the Silver Iron Magic Tower spoke.

"Didn't L13 warn about the faction established by the infiltrators? Did you fail to obtain intelligence on their terrorist plans for Elysion?"

"My apologies. While we anticipated the possibility of terror, we couldn't pinpoint the target location."

He hadn't summoned the Inspector General solely to chastise him. The silver threads writhing within Elysion were undoubtedly an extra-dimensional creation. He had expected some information about that peculiar metal.

"What about the search for the rebels' headquarters?"

"We haven't found any significant clues since L13's report. We've been tracking mobile bases that disappeared without a trace at some point."

"They likely possess Ether Space that reaches Eleusis as well. We need to increase personnel investigating areas adjacent to the extra-dimension."

The methods to perfectly conceal large facilities like magi-trains or airships were limited. They must have created an Ether Space capable of storing real-world objects using the power of the extra-dimension.

"Find the mastermind, Salmosia. The rebels you created must be captured by your hands."

With those words, Salmosia found himself back in the Inspector General's office. He had been expelled from Ether Space.

Salmosia's hands moved quickly. It was already an anticipated scenario that the rebels would attempt to divert attention with terror, fearing the exposure of their base.

The problem was 'where' the terror would occur, but Blasphemia had the support of the Ten Towers.

They simply needed to deploy agents to all likely locations.

『To all Blasphemia agents stationed in Elysion.

Track down the rebel faction hiding in Elysion.』

***

Things wrapped up sooner than expected. Since he had received Lampades's contact information, there was no reason to stay in the examination hall.

I decided to have a brief conversation with Carisia and then go to meet Kine. There was a possibility that she might get caught up in the terror instigated by those Blasphemia rebels.

'No matter how skilled the rebels are, they can't break through all of Elysion's defenses.'

There's a huge gap between knowing the security information as an insider and actually neutralizing the defenses.

First, the Ten Towers would have prepared countermeasures upon realizing the information had been leaked. Even if the security structure hadn't changed, they were simply outclassed in terms of raw power.

It shouldn't take more than an hour to suppress any terrorist attack.

…Or so it should have been.

"Kahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

Why am I watching a mad mage pour napalm over the city?

***

K17, Niobe, was panting. Stationed in Elysion, she moved immediately upon receiving Salmosia's directive.

'But with my skills, I'm not strong enough to defeat the rebels….'

Knowing her own limitations, Niobe chose to hinder the rebels' plans rather than actively capture the ringleader.

She calculated that disrupting the plan to increase silver thread-infected individuals might force the mastermind to reveal themselves. Once identified, other agents could provide support, and Niobe only needed to hold off the mastermind until then.

However, what appeared before Niobe was not a Blasphemia rebel but a rebel from the Central Guard of Elysion.

"No, no! A righteous world is finally coming!"

"Ugh…!"

Under the feet of the red-cloaked mage laughing maniacally lay the bodies of guards who were his comrades just moments ago.

Rupaldon, a fire-attributed mage, was an apocalyptic fanatic. The Ten Towers were well aware of such fanatics hiding within their organization.

To monitor and occasionally purge these individuals, a list of suspected apocalyptic fanatics existed. Typically, Blasphemia dealt with external enemies. Internal threats were handled by other organizations.

However, Argyrion's leadership once comprised some of Blasphemia's top agents. Fanatics would ally with anyone, including superstition followers. Thus, high-security agents had opportunities to see the secret list.

The list, originally intended for the Ten Towers' safety, was now used by Argyrion to recruit their key figures. Rupaldon eagerly joined forces with Argyrion.

Argyrion used Rupaldon to leak internal information of Elysion and then invited him to join their "grand plan."

Using Elysion as the gate to summon the apocalypse from the extra-dimension as the first step in their plan.

Upon hearing Argyrion's plan, Rupaldon resolved to cooperate actively.

And now, here he was.

"We can't let the plan collapse here, can we? Haha. I heard Argyrion's leader said Blasphemia would have agents ready. Seems he was right!"

The heavy weapon attached to Rupaldon's body spewed fire. The sticky, flaming liquid adhered to the skin, impossible to extinguish with water alone.

One had to scrape off the liquid with a knife to put out the flames. Rupaldon shot the automatic-aiming liquid fire while chanting a spell himself.

A line of fire formed at the tip of his staff. About 3 meters long, it turned into a whip that swept around as he flicked his wrist.

"I'd hoped to meet a more seasoned agent than this rookie!"

Niobe hurriedly activated the magical engraving cartridge issued to agents. A circular shield of water formed around her, buying some time amidst the fiery heat.

"This is why! It won't work!"

The fire whip changed color. The flames, glowing white-hot, struck the water shield. With a loud noise, the water evaporated instantly.

Instead of pulling out more cartridges or infusing mana to reinforce the shield, Niobe rolled to the side.

"Fire is at a disadvantage to water? Overwhelming firepower wins against water."

The spot where Niobe had been was charred black. There was no trace of the spilled water.

"Silver. More silver is needed."

Rupaldon looked towards the Musaeion Academy's admission office. Though immature and lacking combat abilities, the students inside were potential sacrifices with high potential recommended by the Magic Towers.

If the silver threads reached the students inside, the summoning of the extra-dimension would accelerate rapidly.

It was worth the effort to schedule patrols along this route.

"Too bad, Blasphemia. Seems your comrades are all busy?"

Rupaldon approached Niobe, who held magical engraving cartridges in both hands.

'Out of mana for direct casting? Let's end this quickly and spread the silver threads in Musaeion—'

"Excuse me."

Rupaldon turned around. Someone had approached this close without triggering his detection spell?

Instinctively, his weapon spewed fire. Based on auditory sensors, the fire aimed automatically at the source of the voice.

But there was no one in the spot filled with flames.

"Is this Musaeion's admission office?"

The last thing Rupaldon saw was a chilling smile.

The blade that pierced his heart was cold. As the wound filled with heat, Rupaldon closed his eyes.

***

Niobe stared blankly into the flames.

Curiosity preceded relief at surviving.

That pale skin, the nondescript face. The subtle smile was exactly like the face of the person who had borrowed the identity of the secret inspector.

However, there was a familiar atmosphere. The vibe of that senior who had deceived her.

"Hello, nice to meet you. I have business at Musaeion."

"That face. Didn't you say it was fake?"

"Of course. I'm an ally this time. Normally, I should come with an unrecognizable face. But if I came with a different face and said 'I'm that person from last time, but now an ally,' my disguise would be blown, right? Making this disguise is difficult. I have to use it sparingly."

'Is that so?'

Meeting the secret inspector for the second time, Niobe had to accept the explanation.

"I was ordered to relocate the prospective students to a temporary shelter in case Musaeion was targeted. Please withdraw from the scene for now, Niobe."

***

This is driving me crazy.

Why is that Blasphemia brat I met last time here again?

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