An old mansion tucked away in the grounds of the Royal Grunfeld Academy of Magic. In one of the rooms, Professor Tiaalietta Leseyernel was sitting on a sofa, conversing with a person through a plate-like field floating in the void.

　The other person is a girl wearing a white mask.



<-- And so, unfortunately, the mastermind behind the "Bloodless Fourth Day of the Week" incident in King's Landing has yet to be identified.



"Blah--what?　What?"



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"Uh, yeah, ......, I guess so."



　Professor Tia glances to the side. Don't look at me.



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"Heh?　Oh, yeah, that's fine. I mean, I'm your ......, uh, what was it?　Beobachter, I think. And am I correct in assuming that you have officially joined it rather than provisionally?"



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"No, I'll wait patiently, but ......"



　Professor Tia smiles with a wry smile.

　Immediately after that,



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　Another voice came from the communication ward.



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　The White Mask panics. It looks like an accidental delivery of an anonymous YouTuber's identity.



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"...... nothing."



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　When the communication was cut off, Professor Tia turned to me with a tight smile.



"I have to tell you first that I had an idea of who she was. I mean, she's smiling too much in many ways!　So don't turn me off!"



　This guy is usually so aloof, but when he gets nervous, he throws a direct challenge.

　By the way, I'm in black warrior Shiva mode.



"And just so you know, I've narrowed it down to one of you. "And by the way, you've narrowed it down to one person, and that's the only one I know of. And there's a conundrum that I just can't seem to find a solution to, and it's a poor guess, less than 10% certain."



　Mm. This is completely exposed now. It doesn't really bother me. This guy seems tight-lipped.



"Anyway, unlike your friends in the white mask, Charlo, I see you've found me useful. I was interrupted by an abrupt communication...hmmm..."...... "Demon God" and "Demon Man"... Isn't that a bit grandiose all of a sudden?



"You know about this?"



"In conclusion, <. This is not my interpretation, though. What is the right answer will be ."



"I see?"



Mythologists agree that "demi-gods" are the ancient gods whose minds have been "corrupted" by destruction and slaughter. But my interpretation is different.



　Professor Tia stood up and coughed a little.



"First of all, I deny the existence of . The monsters that existed in the age of myths were simply much more powerful than today. Among them, those who were inclined toward goodness were called gods, and those who were drawn toward badness were called demons.



"So what is a "demon man"?"



"The usual interpretation is that they are the apostles of the demigods. They were born of a demigod or made some kind of contract with a demigod, and had the strength of the middle class at that time. This is my interpretation as well.



　Professor Tia points to the object I hold under my arm.



"That's a demon?　I'm surprised. How is it possible to survive with just the head?



　I only had the head of the man I had captured.



"No, it's my magic that's making this happen. It seems he is a nobleman named Bal Agoth.



"Bal Agoth?　Well, I'm not interested in nobles at all, so I don't know any. But nobility. What kind of magic is that?



　His interests are really biased.



"If you do what I ask, I'll answer some of your questions.



"You're a genius at getting people to do things!　<


　I was not pleased by the snorting praise.



"I don't have breasts at all!"



　Don't self-punish me for daring to go through with it.



But what do you want from me?



"Yeah, actually..."



　I pat Agos on the head a little,



"............ Kill. Kill ......."



　He just repeats it like he's talking in a whisper. His eyes were vacant, and there was nothing I could do about it.






"I'd like to ask him a lot of questions, but under the circumstances. I need you to interrogate him."



"Why me?　You don't think I'm a mad scientist who likes to torture people, do you?"



"Didn't you take great pleasure in hurting Schneiderl?"



"I didn't condone it, but that doesn't mean I like torture," he said. I'm not a fan of torture.　You seem to be better at torture than I am."



"No, I can't. I'm not a specialist."



"You're twirling a fresh head on your fingertips as you speak. Look at him, he's so terrified."



　I'll admit I'm treating you like property. But I don't like torture either, and I'm not familiar with its methods.



"All I want is results. You can do whatever you want with him."



　A gleam behind his glasses.



"A demon!　You're free to dismantle me!



　Don't kill him right away, okay?　I'm gonna ask you something first.



"But only the head. I'm a little disappointed."



You got another one?



　I let the rest of it fall out of the mystery space-time. Agos says something like, "Giddyup!" He had torn apart the limbs and torso.



"The joints are bound. The rest of the body can be open or closed."



"Yeah, yeah, that's great. The process of examining the body is painful. I'm never a fan of torture, but I'm sure he'll cry and tell you about it.



　The innocent smile scares me. From the bottom of my heart, I feel like I'm <<< happy to get on with my research>>.



"That's all I want. I'll come back often to check on your progress."



"Yeah, you're in charge. I'll get right on it.



　I was twirling the head around my fingertips like a basketball when Professor Tia reached for it.



　I heard a thudding sound running down the corridor.

　I twisted my head to see who was approaching ...... with the optical camouflage wards that hid Agos' body for the time being and the surveillance wards.



　The door opens with a bang.



"Hey, here comes the hard part!"



"Woah, help me, Professor Tia!"



　It's me. My copy android, to be exact. I'll call him Hurt C for the sake of convenience, and for some reason he rushes in with tears in his eyes.

　Isn't he in class right now?　I wondered--.