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Chapter 24 Confusion
update icon Updated at 2026/3/28 17:00:02

As a person of quality, I believe that such a good mission should not be wasted, so I quickly shared this task with everyone.

Just as I sent it, Aliyah, who was sitting nearby and packing her bag, suddenly looked up at us.

I made a helpless gesture, while Aliyah just shook her head and picked up her bag to walk towards us.

"Miss Melordo, if I remember correctly, you also asked Teacher Fir to strengthen your combat skills before. So, what is the reason that makes me so enthusiastic about improving my own strength?"

"Well..."

Melordo looked at Aliyah, who had sent the message, and then looked at me.

"Um... can we go somewhere else to talk?"

"Of course, let's go, seafood pasta."

I pointed to the direction of the school gate.

"I think you wouldn't mind having dinner with us."

"Of course! Of course, no problem."

Seeing Melordo's nervousness in her response, I became curious.

Wasn't this guy previously an extremely isolated and expressionless person? Why is he suddenly shy?

Well, forget it, I'll find out later.

So, the four of us went directly to the Italian restaurant across the school and found a private room to sit down.

Of course, on the way there, I also received a friendly greeting from Bai Yueguang, such as...

"You really can't stay idle! There are still a bunch of tasks ahead, why did you take on another one?"

"Blame me?"

"Actually, you wanted us to help you with the task of finding information on that intelligence network you shared before, right? The collection task was already troublesome enough, and now you've found a long-term task? Do you know how painful this is for someone who likes a clean taskbar?"

"Then just reject the task."

"No."

"Huh?"

"It would be foolish not to earn experience."

"Then stop complaining."

While chatting with Bai Yueguang, the waiter had already come to take our order, and I threw Bai Yueguang's chatty dialogue box aside and looked at Melordo.

"Alright, let's get to the point. Miss Melordo, why do you want me to teach you how to improve as an Anti-Magic Swordsman? What is your motivation for this? Maybe it could be even higher if I know the source of your motivation. Of course, if you don't want to say, I can understand. After all, everyone has their own secrets, right?"

"It's fine, it's not something I can't say..."

Melordo paused and slowly spoke.

"Actually, I want revenge. The target of my revenge is my father."

"....Huh?"

We both exclaimed in surprise.

"How is that possible, Miss Melordo? What did your father do to make you want to kill him? No matter how you put it, he is your father."

"No, he is not my father, the one who turned his own wife into a death puppet and called it a shortcut to immortality. That person is not my father!"

"...."

Melordo's expression was very agitated, but it was understandable.

To turn one's own mother into a death puppet, how deranged must one be able to accomplish such a thing?

And death puppets have no souls, to turn his own wife with a soul into something soulless, how twisted does one's imagination have to be to do such a thing?

"Since it's a Death Puppet, it should be Necromancy. Why don't you report it to the church? They can punish your father for using such magic, right? As far as I know, the church never goes easy on those who use Necromancy."

"It's useless. My father used a disposable scroll for the Necromancy, and he hid the ring that controls my mother in a secret place where no one can find it. If I report it to the church, my father will definitely move those things, and then they will be impossible to find."

"So, you plan to kill your father first and then go find them, is that it?"

"That's right. Otherwise... I might be the next one turned into a Death Puppet."

As Melordo spoke, his face was filled with sadness.

"Obviously... my mother took care of me since I was little, and my father was away on business trips most of the time, I barely saw him once a year. But last year, when my father came back, he changed. He locked himself in the room every day, doing who knows what. Until one day... I saw my mother turned into a Death Puppet. And my father, that demon, was proudly showing off his masterpiece next to her. Why? Why would he do such a thing?"

"..."

I thought for a moment and said,

"Then why didn't you ask for help from someone? And why did you suddenly come to us now?"

"Because you can help me improve my strength. I originally wanted to ask Teacher Fir, but he pointed out some things... "

Please don't make it sound like I'm dead, okay? I just changed bodies.

"But why are you learning the methods of a Demonic Swordsman? Weren't you originally a swordsman?"

"Well, you'll find out when you come to my house."

"No."

I firmly refused.

"Huh?"

"We'll talk after we eat."

------------------poi----------------------

At the same time, in the field of actual combat.

"Lanya, is your thing reliable? There's clearly no one here."

Fran complained while watching Lanya carefully examine the fragments on the ground.

"There are too many scraps here. Ah, so fast... oh, here it is."

After saying that, Lanya used a pair of pliers to pick up a circular piece from the ground.

"What's this..."

"It's a tracker, but it got damaged when I used it to track someone. That's why we lost our lead."

Lanya said that and put the piece of metal back into a small bag.

"What should we do now? We lost the lead."

"Are you stupid?"

Lanya looked at Fran with an annoyed look.

"Now we just need to check who used this place in the afternoon, and we can narrow down the suspects, can't we?"

"Oh, that's true. I'll go investigate a little bit. By the way, what did you attach the tracker to?"

"Um... a magic stone."

Upon hearing this, Yabber, who had been silent, almost burst out laughing.

"You idiot! Of course, it's easy to lose it if you attach it there! Ugh!"

Now it was Fran's turn to look annoyed.

"Alright, you guys go investigate first."

Yabber pressed his ear, it seems like he just finished a call.

"The personnel report states that the head of a family called Simeng Bell in the city seems to be practicing necromancy. I'm going to take a look."