<Episode 1239> 1239. Dark Moon
Just moments ago, a human body was reduced to chunks of meat, splattering everywhere in grotesque fashion. I turned to the trembling prostitutes and security guards nearby and shouted.
“AHHHHH MY ARM!!!”
The guard screamed in agony, his right arm completely torn off by the explosion, bone fragments piercing his lower body. The prostitutes standing behind me seemed unharmed.
“Don’t move! Stay still!”
I quickly layered magical barriers around us, wary of another attack. Scanning the area carefully, no enemy presence could be detected. Tapping on my mask’s communicator, I reported in.
“This is Unit 211. We’ve had an incident.”
Unit 212 responded immediately.
-Sounded like an explosion back there. Did the enemies throw a bomb?
“It was a bomb – a living bomb.”
-A living bomb? You mean bio-explosives?
“Nope. Necromantic magic.”
The line went silent for a moment as Unit 212 clearly realized the gravity of our situation.
“Necromancers involved?”
“No necromancer present. Current situation…”
I explained what happened: Lord Ptelgar summoned some prostitutes, who were inspected upon arrival. A hidden magical tattoo triggered the biological explosive spell when discovered.
“Someone must have set up this bomb to activate automatically once detected.”
-What about the others?
I glanced behind me. The prostitutes clung to each other in terror, with one even wetting herself.
“Still checking. Unit 212, report to Lord Ptelgar. Unit 31, stay alert for any further attacks.”
The mansion doors opened as more guards rushed in. Pointing toward the injured guard, I approached the terrified women.
“We’re conducting another physical inspection. Strip down. You understand the situation now. Please cooperate.”
“Yes, we’ll cooperate! Please save us!”
“Do as told.”
As they began removing their clothes again, I noticed someone staring at me intently. A blonde-haired guard with her hair pulled back was watching me closely.
“What is it?”
“I’m Captain Lake of the security team. Could you explain exactly what’s going on?”
Her blue eyes remained serious. Though explaining was bothersome, she deserved some information as captain to ensure smooth cooperation during our protection mission.
“One of the prostitutes exploded.”
“…Excuse me?”
“Necromantic magic. Specifically, a Level 3 black magic called ‘living bomb’ that turns living beings into explosives. That prostitute fell victim to it.”
“Was she working with the necromancer?”
“Not sure yet. Judging from her state before exploding, she likely didn’t know about the magic on her own body. No sane person would willingly turn themselves into a living bomb. She was probably just another casualty of whoever cast this dark magic.”
“But what about Lord Ptelgar…
“The fact that it was planned doesn’t change. I shall investigate the identity of the deceased woman.”
“You’re somewhat competent. She met a tattooist through a friend’s recommendation, apparently. That tattooist is likely a dark sorcerer.”
“I will investigate all tattooists in this area. How about the other women?”
Instead of answering, I approached the naked women. I carefully examined their bodies by touch.
“No traces of dark magic. No hidden weapons on them either. They should be fine to let outside.”
“Fortunately. Still, considering an incident has occurred, we can’t just let them go. And Viscount Ptellgar awaits them.”
“Do this now? In some sense, impressive.”
“That’s just my guess. We haven’t yet received orders from the Viscount.”
A moment later, Viscount Ptellgar commanded the interrogation of the prostitutes, adding they should be sent to his chambers afterward.
While the guards interrogated the women, I faced Viscount Ptellgar again.
“You found a living bomb, huh? Impressive, as expected. Thanks to you, I’m alive.”
Despite his words, Viscount Ptellgar showed no gratitude.
“I merely did what needed to be done.”
“That’s the problem—too many who need to do their job don’t.”
He snapped his fingers. The prostitute nearby immediately fetched a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. She held the tip with her fingers; smoke arose, lighting the cigarette. Exhausted, she slumped after doing just that.
‘So, she’s a superhuman. Too weak for me to notice.’
Calling it a superpower felt embarrassing—it looked weaker than a lighter.
After puffing a few times, Viscount Ptellgar spoke.
“Damn it! A dark sorcerer, you say, Clarkson? Looks like this brat’s set his mind.”
His face twisted in rage, though he didn’t clarify whether the dark sorcerer targeted him with the living bombs or if it was coincidence. He knew it was pointless. The event already happened. To Viscount Ptellgar, it was already an attack.
“Clarkson! Bring that bastard here! And kill him!”
“Clarkson represents the workers. If he dies before final negotiations… you’d be the first suspect, Viscount. You’d face investigation.”
“That brat hired a dark sorcerer to kill me!!”
“Clarkson has nothing to lose. It’s common for cornered rats to go berserk.”
Viscount Ptellgar sputtered for a while. Regaining composure, he coldly ordered me:
“Find the dark sorcerer.”
“…My duty is to guard you, Viscount.”
“You’ve got two more guards besides you. Go yourself and find the dark sorcerer and kill him. Bring me that brat’s head!!”
“Changing duties is beyond my authority.”
“Bloody military stiff! I’m your employer! Don’t you know that?”
“No matter what you say, I lack the authority.”
“Hmph? Then I’ll talk to someone who has authority.”
Viscount Ptellgar glared at me and slapped the table. A monitor rose from its surface, along with a keyboard, which he hammered with his chubby fingers.
The stoic face of Instructor Venus appeared on the monitor.
“Viscount Ptellgar. What is the matter?”
“Instructor Venus, your damn subordinate won’t listen to me.”
Instructor Venus glanced briefly at me standing with my arms crossed before addressing the Viscount.
“…Would you care to elaborate further?”
“One dark sorcerer wants to tear me apart. Your cowardly subordinate refuses to move against the dark sorcerer.”
With a voice full of irritation, Viscount Ptellgar explained the situation.
“Viscount Ptellgar, dividing our full strength might weaken the protective power for your guarding mission.”
“Hey, I’ve got more bodyguards than just you guys. Are you disrespecting my security team?”
“If Lord Ptelgar wishes it, we shall respect his decision. Room 212. Locate and eliminate the dark mage.”
“Understood.”
I responded. Instructor Venus had a brief conversation with Lord Ptelgar before cutting off the communication.
“Ho ho ho! Did you hear that, soldier boy? Your boss wants us to hunt down the dark mage!”
“…Yes. I will pursue the dark mage.”
Lord Ptelgar’s intentions were obvious.
He believed the dark mage might attack even after we leave in three days, so he wanted us to find and kill them before then. To him, this was the best way to save time and money by eliminating potential threats.
“Bring me the dark mage’s head before the negotiation begins. Anyway, you’re making things annoying as always. What are you waiting for? Get out of here!”
After leaving the room, I clenched my fists tightly.
My irritation soared. If I wanted, I could kill Lord Ptelgar in ten seconds, but his power and wealth suppress me.
“Power and money… Things I don’t have. And staying in the military forever won’t get them for me either.”
Well, soldiers can gain power and wealth, but not me. As a slave-marked individual, I’m nothing but expendable.
“And someday, I’ll die like trash following some order from above. But I’m getting out of this hellhole no matter what.”
Before starting the mission, I met with Agents 212 and 31 and explained the situation.
“There’s nothing we can do… It’s Instructor Venus’s orders, after all.”
Agent 212 sighed and shook her head.
“I can ask Instructor Venus if I can handle it instead.”
I politely declined Agent 31’s offer. If she got involved, things would only get messier.
“After three days, I’ll abandon the mission and return immediately, even if it lowers my evaluation. I’m not suffering over some dark mage.”
I stated my plan clearly. Agents 212 and 31 nodded, respecting my decision.
Next, I checked my gear before departure. A small glass bottle emerged from my bag. Agent 212 approached me with sparkling eyes and snatched the bottle.
“Is this a snack?”
“Yeah, your favorite.”
“You brought this for me? Awesome!”
“You keep asking for it every day.”
Inside the glass bottle was a sticky, white liquid—my semen. My heart raced. This wasn’t the first time I’d given her my semen, but it still made my pulse quicken each time.
Agent 212 opened the bottle cap.
The smell of yesterday’s semen spread through the air, strong enough to make anyone flustered.
“Mmm, smells delicious…”
Agent 212 dipped her finger into the semen and brought it to her mouth, smiling as she tasted it.
“Delicious!”
“What is that? It definitely smells good.”
Agent 31 showed interest. Apparently, the scent of semen smelled appetizing to her too.
“It’s a special treat from 211. Kind of like a drink, but stickier… Not quite jelly, but super tasty! Want to try it?”
Agent 31 nodded and extended her hand. Like Agent 212 did, she dipped her finger into the semen and licked it off.
“Tasty. 212, I don’t think it’s worth all the fuss you’re making though.”
“Not true! This stuff is amazing—it’s revolutionary!”
“That’s not accurate.”
Agent 31 bluntly dismissed it and walked away, feigning disinterest.
“So good though…”
Agent 212 tilted her head at Agent 31’s reaction and tucked the bottle into her bosom.
“I’ll save the rest for later.”
Agent 212 grinned cheerfully.
