Lorelei was a skilled battle mage who had explored numerous dungeons and successfully completed adventures.

 

She had experienced zombies suddenly popping out from corners, skeletons grabbing her ankles from the graveyard, and even the moment when a dragon’s mouth snapped shut right before her nose, so she was more experienced than most adventurers.

 

As one’s mind is tempered by repeated blows, her nerves, which had been trained by various 4D jump scares, allowed her to maintain her composition even in difficult situations.

 

So, the pink-haired agent who was releasing her hand next to her wasn’t scary at all.

 

She felt a sense of strength. Judging from the dignified and refined flow of magic power, she was definitely an elite agent, not an ordinary agent who was expendable.

 

If the charges against Lorelei were not properly resolved, she would attack when she found an opening. She was not compatible with the melee fighters who were quickly closing the distance. If a fight broke out, she would probably lose 70% of the time.

 

Nevertheless, she did not feel fear. She knew well that what was needed to overcome adversity was not fear but courage.

 

However…

 

Ziiiiiiing.

 

“……”

 

The gaze of the purple demon lord, who was staring at her with blank eyes, was incredibly frightening. There was no sign of courage or anger rising, and it seemed like it would get angry if she moved.

 

The same magic power quietly swirled around the purple demon lord.

 

Lorelei clearly remembered the appearance of the purple demon lord, who looked like a small animal. In most situations, the demon lord was as cute as a rabbit. It was so harmless and friendly that she sometimes wanted to tease it.

 

That’s why.

 

The current situation, where the demon lord was sending her a look of anticipation, saying, ‘I trust you, Lorelei, but I don’t know what I’ll do if my trust is betrayed,’ was like…

 

The head of a pet rabbit suddenly split into four, and it felt like it had finished preparing to fire a particle cannon from its throat.

 

For some reason, don’t take the demon lord too lightly. Charlie’s advice wasn’t for nothing!

 

Lorelei quickly turned her head. Judging from the way things were going, it seemed like someone had prepared everything to frame her.

 

They created a hypnosis spell based on her trademark ‘Puppetry’.

 

They disguised themselves as Lorelei and cast the hypnosis spell.

 

How could she prove her innocence in this situation? The time gap was too large to claim an alibi.

 

The fact that she spent a lot of time wandering outside was rather poisonous. It was impossible to explain every single record of her going out.

 

If it was difficult, she could use the last resort she didn’t want to use, which was to release all of her mental barriers and let them read it directly… …but that didn’t prove 100% innocence either .

 

There would be constant suspicion that she had erased her memory in advance or that she had come after storing important memories in an external storage device.

 

In that case.

 

“Hey, if I catch the culprit, won’t I be proven innocent?”

 

“?”

 

“There’s a backdoor hidden in ‘Puppetry’. If they used the basic frame as it is, the backdoor would have been transferred as well.”

 

The pink-haired agent patted her junior on the back. It seemed like she didn’t understand the explanation because she wasn’t a magician, so she seemed to be asking for a translation.

 

The junior explained it to the pink-haired agent in a simple way.

 

“She’s saying that she intentionally created a vulnerable part in her magic and hid it.”

 

“……..Why would you do that?”

 

“………………To screw over those who are good at her magic?”

 

It was a perfect explanation, even the intention.

 

—- —-

 

The scarred senior cooperated with us enthusiastically. Judging from the fact that she revealed the vulnerability that she had hidden in her magic, I thought the probability of her being the culprit was very low.

 

That’s why Lorelei and I were a little bit happy.Not only did the scarred senior prove his innocence, but it was also great to hear a detailed explanation from the creator of the interesting magic called ‘Puppet’. I didn’t intend to, but I now have one more magic I can use.

 

Copy complete.

 

The scarred senior, who had set a trap in his magic thesis, advised me as I checked the statue that had been hit by ‘Big Brother’.

 

“When you teach someone magic or publish a thesis, it’s a good idea to have such a device in place. You never know when the arrow will turn on you.”

 

I thought he was kind-hearted when I saw that he had made his magic available to anyone in the Purple Magic Tower, but the scarred senior had a more sinister side than I thought.

 

I felt a little guilty for a moment. I had just stolen the ‘Puppet’ magic.

 

I had read the senior’s thesis before. After hearing that he had created a backdoor, I had a hunch.

 

“Oh, so that’s it… The part with the runes was the backdoor? I thought you just liked wasting mana…”

 

“That’s not it, junior.”

 

“Oh.”

 

It was just a bad part.

 

After receiving information about the backdoor from the scarred senior, I tested it to see if it could be applied to ‘Big Brother’. And it worked. The back door was open.

 

What does a backdoor mean? It’s easy to understand if you think of a robber who needs to break into a house.

 

I had to break into the house called ‘Big Brother’, and until now, I had to blow up the front door with a door breach to get in. Of course, this would cause a commotion, so the people living inside would grab their shotguns or hide their valuables.

 

But now I had the key to the back door. I could just unlock it and go in without anyone knowing. I could clean it out without making a fuss.

 

I put my hand on the statue and gently breathed in magic power. Through the backdoor, I freely violated the magic that was in a state of non-resistance. I would take control without giving it a chance to resist.

 

After about 20 minutes of fiddling around, I could see the outline.

 

If I just kept tapping away, I thought I could find all the artifacts that ‘Big Brother’ had hit. I explained as I figured out the structure of the magic.

 

“I think if I connect it like this, it will become a radar? It will be able to catch anything similar.”

 

“…Um, that. To connect it like that, wouldn’t it take a day to calculate the appropriate values, junior? I already have a headache. Should I get a magical calculator?”

 

“Oh, no, Lorelei. If I just have paper and a pen, I can just fiddle with it for half a day…”

 

“Can’t you do it in your head?”

 

My declaration of mental arithmetic made the scarred senior and the tower master look at me with a shocked expression. I didn’t mean to, but it seemed like I had cheated.

 

“Tsk, that’s why smart people…”

 

“Why is such a smart kid so clumsy in other areas…”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry. But what can I do if I’m smart! I can’t just not use my head.”

 

I grumbled and spent about 30 minutes modifying the magic. Pingballez shivered at the feast of technical knowledge and covered her ears with both hands. Was she weak in numbers?

 

And so, after all the twists and turns, this radar was created.

 

Beep, beep.

 

The tuned mana wavelength flowed out and picked up the resonant points. Red dots appeared one by one on the green screen marked with a grid.

 

“There must be several more statues nearby.”

 

“What’s the detection range? This thing.”

 

“Theoretically, 10km radius. Let’s scan it all and catch it. Pingballez, bring me a map. Where is this place?”

 

“So this is…”

 

I the direction and distance and checked them one calculated by one on the Crownhole map. There was one in the back alley on the other side, and one hidden in the sewer. And…

 

“…Please check this again. Is this really being detected here?”

 

“That’s right. There shouldn’t be any error… Where is this?”

 

“It’s the mansion of Viscount Dompel. He’s a nobleman without a fief, and he’s known to run a top-notch business in Crownhole…”

 

“Can’t we just push him aside if he’s a viscount?”Since I was living alone in the Magic Tower, I didn’t know what kind of title had how much power. But a viscount is one step above a baron.

 

Wouldn’t Yuna, who has a ducal lineage and the title of Magic Tower Master, be able to push her away with just a snort? If Tyranno and Raptor fight, wouldn’t Tyranno win? That’s what I thought.

 

Pingvalez nodded his head in the affirmative for now, but added something.

 

“Viscount Dompel is under the protection of the Duke of Redburn. He is riding the line, so to speak.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Viscount Dompel is playing a prominent role as the purse string of the Duke of Redburn’s line, and we understand that he is quite well-liked.”

 

A raptor is a raptor, and it was a raptor with the same Tyrannosaurus at its back.

 

I’ve heard that when he becomes a duke, he has similar power to the Lord of the Magic Tower. I am not talking about the actual power of the person, but including all indirect influences such as money or power.

 

“…You’re in trouble.”

 

Nobility was involved.

 

It was quite suspicious, and Agent Pingvalese thought it was something that needed to be investigated. It feels different when a Duke is sitting behind you.

 

If you hold it clumsily and try to tear it off, you may receive a sharp counterattack. It seemed like he was judging it that way.

 

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I was worried.

 

There was a high probability that the Viscount knew a lot. Isn’t it suspicious that a stone statue that was installed and rolling around in a back alley could be detected in a nobleman’s mansion?

 

I happened to buy an art piece and it turned out to be a hypnosis artifact, so I was told that I was being manipulated. I think that is unlikely.

 

If you were a noble, even if you had a cold, you would go to the Goddess Church to ask for treatment, but if you were hypnotized, you would have caught it a long time ago.

 

I think the Viscount has something to do with darkness.

 

I thought it would be safer to step back like this, explain the situation to the 2nd prince, and dig in after completing preparations under the surface. Although I heard it.

 

The criminal sent a male to me as if he had been waiting, and tried to frame the senior with the facial scar. Overall, it was a move to plan a large plan and force it into a trap.

 

It could also be said that he is a planned villain.

 

I get fever. The feeling of being played is unpleasant.

 

It must have been a number that was carefully planned over at least a year. As of now, I couldn’t figure out where the plan was and where it was a trap.

 

Maybe our thoughts are being guided. It will never move like this. If it looks like the Duke is too tight, he might get scared and take it out. I’ll be careful.

 

If you think normally like this, you won’t be able to escape from the scenario of the guy who laid it out first.

 

And the smartest way to destroy a plan is to remove your brain and move.

 

Ask yourself I ask this question as my heart beats vigorously. What do you want to do? What is your deep, instinctive desire?

 

My mouth and tongue moved naturally.

 

“I got hit first. “I got hit too!”

 

“…?”

 

“Crazy wizard, do you have a headache?”

 

I looked at me with concerns that I had eaten something wrong, but no. My judgment is right. To escape from the spider web, manly boldness was needed.

 

My first TRPG PC… Barbarian. He whispered to me If there is a suspicious person, you should first strike them down and then think about it. Take care of it? It is up to my future self to handle it.

 

I jumped up.

 

“I’m going to overthrow you!”

 

“Hey, you crazy bastard…!!”

 

I opened the window and ran out. The intention was to just stay in the Viscount’s mansion and think about it. Of course, that doesn’t mean you’re really going to throw your brains out.

 

Since he has a connection with the 2nd Prince, he can share political risks, and the Purple Magic Tower is a magic tower that is not supported by the nobles, but by royal subsidies, so it doesn’t change even if a few ugly hairs appear on that side.

 

Also, we decided that it was urgent at this time.

 

If that Viscount or something were to say, ‘I was subjected to this kind of magic from the Purple Magic Tower and I had no idea about it’, it would be difficult.If you were going to frame me, wouldn’t you have prepared solid fake evidence to pin on the senior with the facial scar? I figured we should strike first and confiscate all the relevant materials.

 

And.

 

⋯⋯If worse comes to worst, we have the last line of defense of using the hypnosis app!

 

—- —-

 

The pig viscount confidently held out a small statue and said to Pink Valleys and Matopju.

 

“If you’re not under hypnosis, I’ll put you under. Now, look this way! Kuhuhu… And everyone, become my s*x slaves!”

 

A pattern flashed on the statue that fit in the palm of his hand, and a powerful hypnotic wave was emitted.

 

We were hit directly by the hypnosis app.

 

Pink Valleys had a blush on her face and a vacant expression as if she were possessed by something, and Matopju twisted her twin tails while wriggling her body.

 

A lewd smile spread across the pig viscount’s face.