Chapter 711

〈 Chapter 711 〉 Part 2, Chapter 5, Section 05

Penril flew across the skies of Britain as directed, hunting flying monsters and collecting their cores. She leaped through the air, plunging her hands into the hearts of beasts to scrape up their cores. A grand total of seventeen.

Penril didn’t even glance at C-rank or lower cores. To begin with, there was no way any monster flying above Big Ben would be C-rank or lower. On top of that, Penril had deliberately collected only the pretty B-rank cores.

“Hurry up and praise me, nya.”

“Of course, Penril.”

I lightly stroked under her chin as she leaned in. She purred in delight while I gathered the cores she brought together.

“Penril, what do you think I’m going to do with these?”

“Spread the core’s scent around to lure monsters?”

“That’s Plan B I thought of.”

With seventeen B-rank cores floating above Big Ben, their scent will spread not just through London but reach France, perhaps even Greenland, drawing A-rank monsters to attack London.

Currently, Penril is using wind to prevent the core’s magic power from leaking out, but if we turn it into a tailwind, we could spread it across all of Europe.

Penril has that kind of power. With just seventeen B-rank cores, we can create a wave heading to London.

However, that’s the second-best option and not the optimal way to achieve my goal.

“A commander has appeared in London. So someone should attack Manchester Gate or whatever, right?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, shouldn’t the strongest person come after me?”

I kept stirring the container filled with mint chocolate ice cream. The ice cream melted into a sticky green liquid.

Plop.

I poured it over the cores. Penril perked up her ears and tail in surprise but realized my intent just by pouring the mint chocolate.

“You don’t mean…?”

“Make a monster with this.”

“I’ll commission you to create a monster.”

“But then anyone would know you made it, wouldn’t they?”

The magic power residing within monsters is Penril’s. More precisely, it’s ‘Park Penril’s’ magic power now.

Not Jeolpung’s Penril who’s 95% wind attribute and nearly 0% other attributes, but Park Penril’s unique magic power which is 99% wind attribute with ‘Park Ra-on’s qualities mixed in.

A monster with the smell of mint chocolate wafting around.

Anyone would surely believe it was created by Jeolpung’s Penril.

“If the magic pattern is different, even if it looks like me, it wouldn’t really be me, nya? Your bodyguard Penris Park might be suspected.”

“So it’d be more confusing. Perhaps Jeolpung’s Penril became stronger? Evolved to the point where she can easily make seventeen B-rank monsters and changed her magic pattern?”

I took Penril’s hand.

“Who would suspect anything? A commander recruiting a Dark Legion officer just to raise their own value by requesting their own assassination?”

“Isn’t that just a rigged card game, nya?”

“Where did you learn that from?”

Penril pointed to her face.

Having inhabited Park Ra-on’s body, she gained access to Ra-on’s knowledge – what they call shared knowledge but is really one-sided confirmation – and became quite adept at using phrases Ra-on knew.

“Hmph, let’s attack London with monsters created under the commander’s orders… Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

“Not just that. Since these are monsters created by Jeolpung’s Penril, do you think they’d be defeated so easily?”

“…Isn’t that going too far, nya?”

I silenced her complaints with a kiss. Then I opened the exterior door leading inside Big Ben and pointed to the clock face.

“We’re just going to sit here making monsters and giving orders, aren’t we?”

“…Hmph, then we should spread them around first, right? Otherwise, they’ll know we’re here, nya.”

“Exactly.”

Penril carried an armful of cores drenched in mint chocolate. I grabbed her tail as she tried to leave.

“Eh?!”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To make the monster, nya!”

“And where exactly?”

I pointed downwards with my finger.

“Make it here. Using ‘Full Incantation.'”

“…”

Penril turned pale. While creating monsters as Jeolpung’s Penril was no problem…

“You want me to do it in front of you, nya?!”

Having read Park Ra-on’s knowledge, her face turned red as she started snapping at me.

“Why? Are you embarrassed? In this land swept by northern winds, noble and-”

“Meowww!”

Penril clutched my collar and clung to me. I obediently held her collar as she recited the lines for creating an A-rank monster.

“Hear me, winds of the battlefield! Become the twilight storm that adorns the age of gods!”

“Stop! Meeaaan!!”

While I cast the incantation and Penril supplied the magic power, it was an absurd situation…

“Does this make me the dad and you the mom?”

“!!”

Park Penril, struck down. She hit my chest before burying her face in it.

“A little later, monsters born from Baek Cheonghwa and Park Penril attacked London.”

“Stop it, nya!!”

Eeeeeeeeek——–

Every special ability user has a unique magic pattern. Magic patterns are like fingerprints; even identical twin special ability users have clearly distinct magic patterns.

In short, there are no two beings in the world with the same magic pattern.

This applies not just to heroes and villains but monsters as well. There has never been a single being on Earth with an identical magic pattern.

That includes ‘Dark Legion officers.’

Once identified, the officers’ magic patterns were so peculiar and alien. If human color is like seven paints mixed on a white canvas, the officers’ colors were like dyeing the fabric of the canvas entirely in one color.

Thus, the Hero Association designated each officer’s magic pattern as a single color. Their colors remained unchanged, proof of their rank in a wavelength incomparable to other villains.

But the Hero Association was thrown into confusion upon seeing a magic pattern undoubtedly Penril’s.

“Jeolpung’s Penril… No, it’s not?”

The researchers were astonished. Though the monsters unmistakably bore the strange, indescribable murky aura characteristic of Penril, the green hue was sharper than before.

Though clearly part of the Penril series, the new green was terrifying beyond words.

“This appearance…”

The researchers swallowed hard and pulled out a data file. As they began analyzing the pattern by comparing left and right, they forgot that real-time terror attacks by monsters with this pattern were happening in London, UK.

“SS…?”

The magic pattern of the presumed Penril-made monsters was clearer and darker than that of the UK’s proud hero, <Sir Gawein>.

“Could Jeolpung’s Penril have… awakened?”

Beep!

As the researchers trembled with shock and fear, the magical reaction darting around London like light disappeared. The being presumed to be Jeolpung’s Penril, no, the definite existence, vanished like mist from the UK Association’s magic radar.

“Could it be… A Dark Legion officer surpassed SS-rank?”

The lab filled with the researchers’ disheartened voices.

* * *

Squeal!!

The monsters went berserk. The seventeen monsters created by Penril’s incantation were diligently moving according to their given purposes.

– Attack blonde-haired, blue-eyed men.

In reality, most British men fit the target criteria. The monsters flapped their wings, eyes blazing as they hunted their prey, turning London into chaos.

“Citizens, please evacuate this way!”

The royal palace guards followed established combat protocols, evacuating panicked citizens into the facility. They struggled with their mana-infused spear-guns, trying to calm the confused citizens.

But the more people gathered, the more the monsters rampaged. As frightened people rushed into the facility, the guard’s cap fell off, revealing his hair.

Blonde. The guard’s blue eyes were filled with determination to evacuate the citizens.

Squeal!!

The monster lunged toward the guard, flapping its wings. In an instant, it pinned the guard to the ground, grabbing his shoulder and slamming him down.

Gyaahh!

“Ugh, ughh!!”

The monster opened its mouth wide and spat something out. The glowing green substance covered the guard’s face and immediately began dissolving his clothes.

“Get away, you monster!!”

Nearby guards swung their spear-guns at the monster. But its outer skin was completely unaffected.

Creak, creak.

The monster stripped the guard lying beneath it naked and carefully examined his genitals.

Drip.

Ice cream-like green slime flowed thickly, covering the guard’s groin. Losing interest, the monster flew away.

“Eh, eh…?”

The guard, attacked by the monster and left naked, was surprised to find himself still alive. His comrades couldn’t bring themselves to approach him.

Beep!

An urgent call came through the magical gear. The guard froze as he read the holographic message that appeared.

– All blonde-haired, blue-eyed young men in the UK must evacuate immediately.

“Could it be… the Commander…?”

Realizing why the monster attacked him, the guard fainted. The mint chocolate-scented slime covering his face and groin smelled strongly, causing him to collapse under the mint-flavored magic power.

London, UK.

Incidents caused by mint chocolate monsters began occurring everywhere.

* * *

“Kyaaang. The air is filled with the scent of mint chocolate.”

Park Penril rested her head on my thigh and rolled around. I petted her hair like fur while praising her.

“The whole of London is filled with Park Penril’s magic power. Well done.”

The seventeen monsters scattered their presence throughout London. Their bodily fluids were heavily infused with Penril’s magic power, and those terrorized by the monsters were all soaked in viscous slime.

What they all had in common was that they were all blonde-haired, blue-eyed young men in their twenties.

Even without killing them, just confirming and disappearing meant sharp-witted individuals couldn’t possibly miss it.

Ah, the commander is a blonde-haired Caucasian!

“Actually, native Korean.”

“The commander scamming the association is unbecoming, nya.”

“Anyway, foreign hero associations are all enemies. If we’re going to draw aggro, we need to do it properly.”

I searched Hero Wiki through the magical gear. The bizarre phenomena in London broadcast live by some people quickly woke up the global audience with a few clues.

One, Jeolpung’s Penril suddenly attacked London.


Two, the monsters indiscriminately attacked blonde-haired, blue-eyed men.


Three, there’s a rumor the commander recently visited the UK.

“We don’t even need to announce it ourselves. We’re shouting to the whole world. The commander is in the UK, and Penril attacked the commander!”

“So I’m supposed to be captured next, nya?”

“No. Sorry, but this is just for show.”

I grabbed Penril’s cheeks with both hands.

“Sorry, but your mission this time needs to fail.”

“That hurts my pride. I successfully captured the commander like this, so why do I have to be reported as failing, nya?”

Penril tickled my neck with her tail. I rubbed her cheeks back and forth.

“That’s how people will fall for it. The commander is in the UK, and Jeolpung’s Penril is currently in the UK too.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“The death of Jeolpung’s Penril. More accurately…’Park Penril’ killing Jeolpung.”

Penril sat up on me, her eyes full of curiosity like a child solving a mystery.

“There’s Wind Dragon, isn’t there? I’m going to forcibly awaken it. And then…”

I grabbed Penril’s hand and kissed her ring finger.

“I’ll deceive the world by making it like a Dark Legion officer. Then you’ll be reborn as a member of our team.”

“…Identity laundering?”

“Exactly. Killing Jeolpung and having Park Penril be reborn as an existence on this planet.”

I offered Penril an offer she couldn’t refuse.

“How about sex to celebrate the birth of Miss Penril? I’m mint flavored right now.”

“…Cowardly, nya.”

Penril grabbed my cheek.

“This body is the strongest assassin. I’ll kill Jeolpung in one stroke, nya.”

Ding, ding, ding.

As Big Ben rang, I reaffirmed my contract with Penril once more.