Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

I picked up a picture stuck on the bookshelf and looked at it.

The painting was thin and unframed.

One is that the picture is covered with a thin film, as if it had been magically processed or coated.

It’s like looking at a modern photograph.

Anyway, this is not important····

‘···Who is it?’

The woman in the vivid painting, like a photograph, was wearing a luxurious dress.

Although she was not quite a beauty, she was a very attractive woman with a bright smile.

A unique feature is that he has black hair and black eyes, which is rare to find in this world.

‘By the way, for some reason, you look familiar····’

Should I say that this face looks familiar?

After staring at the painting for a while with an inexplicable sense of foreboding, I saw another painting of a woman wearing clothes that emphasized her body, and I was able to understand why I felt that way.

‘···He looks exactly like Ragna?’

Black hair and black eyes

If we look at these two characteristics separately, the facial features and such are very similar to Ragnar.

‘Then… is this woman Ragna’s biological mother?’

There is no clear evidence or anything like that, but it is a situation where it is reasonable to have such suspicions.

That’s true too, right?

Ragnar’s middle name, ‘Ritaniyel’, is not the name of his biological mother, but the name of the nanny who raised him.

[Then what about your mother? Do you know what happened to her?]

[I heard that he died on the day I was born.]

There is Ragnar, the illegitimate son of the Marquis.

And then there was the identical woman discovered in the Marquis’ secret study.

‘But if he made a room like this… he must have really liked Ragna’s biological mother…’

I looked around the paintings in the room once more, then soon lost interest in the painting and searched other parts.

There was nothing to see on the desk side except for writing tools, so I looked mainly at the bookshelf····

[Royal Minutes 17-18]

[Explorer Status Report for 2002]

[Minutes of the 11th Tribal Conference]

[117 Year Labyrinth Progress Plan Draft IV·]

[217th Dimensional Collapse····]

[······]

What are these books?

At first glance, it doesn’t seem like they are ordinary books…

When I actually opened the book and read it, it felt more like a public record than a book made for publication.

In the case of minutes, who said what, etc., filled an entire volume, and plans and reports were also in the form that actual workers submitted to their superiors.

‘But why did the Marquis collect these things here?’

I don’t know, but as I was flipping through the book, I noticed that there were some parts that I underlined here and there.

For example, in the ‘Minutes of the 11th Tribal Conference’:

[Before the majesty of the Immortal King, the leaders of all races bowed down and kissed the floor.]

This part was underlined and

[Since the growth trend of current explorers is much steeper than expected, it is thought that the Labyrinth Management Department will need to come up with a separate alternative.]

In the ‘117 Year Labyrinth Progress Plan Draft IV’, that part was underlined.

“Hmm······”

While I was reading the books roughly and checking only the underlined parts, I noticed some small books on the lower part connected to the desk.

‘···Is this a diary?’

The reason why the diary came to mind at first glance was simple.

First of all, unlike other books, they were very small and there were a lot of them····

Above all, the year was written in the book.

‘If it’s a real diary, it’s a jackpot…’

With a fluttering heart, I took out the diary from the earliest year and opened it.

But, how did this come about?

“···?”

Even though the first page is filled with letters, I can’t read the content at all.

Leaving aside the simple problem of bad handwriting,

‘This isn’t Lapdonic or Ancient…?’

This is the first time I’ve seen this letter in my life.

It’s not like it’s in Korean or English either.

What the heck is this text?

When such questions filled my head, suddenly this thought occurred to me:

‘Oh, is it like a code?’

Even in modern times, it is said that each country that participated in World War II used its own code.

In fact, I heard that within the Lapdonian army, there are instances where each unit uses its own ‘code’.

‘Let’s just take it first.’

I quickly packed this in my subspace bag as a cradle to decipher later.

and····

‘There’s nothing more to see’

After confirming that there was nothing left to take, I finally approached the only framed picture in the room.

There was a woman’s name written on it.

[Mayrin Hwinia —————·]

For some reason, the last name, which corresponds to the surname, was scratched away as if it had been scratched with something sharp and could not be read, and numbers that were presumed to be the date of birth and the date of death were written below the name.

and····

‘What pattern is this?’

A pattern similar to the ‘Taegeuk pattern’ is drawn in the lower left corner of the picture.

A sphere-shaped shape made up of red and blue.

‘···Surely this Marquis isn’t an evil spirit too?’

I had that thought for a moment, but I thought it was really unlikely. The color scheme was similar, but it was a bit different from the Taegeuk pattern I knew.

“Huh····”

Anyway, I think I’ve seen everything there is to see now.

It was at that moment when I was about to turn my back and think I should go out.

Kwaaaaaaaang-!

What is that sound?

Could it be that the Marquis has already sent an army after hearing the news?

I don’t know, but I definitely heard this:

“Ahhhhh!”

It’s a scream.

And if this sound is heard, it means there is a problem up there.

Tada da dat-!

I quickly came out of the secret space and climbed the stairs.

and····

fault-!

The moment I kicked up the last step,

I could see a dozen or so figures facing off against special forces with their backs turned to the secret space.

Surprisingly, there were quite a few familiar faces among them.

“I was wondering where the variable came from.”

A man who looks at me with indifferent eyes and speaks in a dry voice.

“It’s Bjorn Yandell again.”

Vice-captain of Orcules

Maan, Roland Vanosant

And next to it·

“It’s really amazing. How did Baron know and find what we were hiding here?”

Member of Orcules·

The Screaming Witch, Lillanne Vivienne

And then there’s the one standing there awkwardly.

“This is really difficult.”

He was a member of the unit and the round table.

“Fishite······”

Corpse Collector, Abed Necrapetto

‘Looking at it, it seems like the other kids are also members of Orcules····’

I was truly surprised, having given the order to burn down the Marquis’ house in order to find the Noarks who might be hiding there.

‘Hey, why are these kids here?’

Is this really possible?

***

The confrontational situation has become calm since my appearance.

“Ah …

It was so quiet except for the screams of one of our agents who had just gone down the stairs and lost an arm.

“Raven·”

Raven quickly finished explaining the situation, muttering briefly as if whispering.

“While I was exploring the room while you were down there, I found a hidden hole in the floor, and when I opened it, the authors who had been hiding underneath appeared.”

Yeah, that’s right····

The events that happened while I was away are now in my mind, but they still don’t feel real.

I just thought I could legally(?) rip off the writers, I didn’t really expect to find them.

Well, I guess they’re both confused too.

“Mr. Randolph, didn’t you say that the Marquis would be fine during the search?”

As the vice-president spoke as if he was reprimanding him, the man with glasses standing next to him laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

“Hahaha… Yes, that’s right… When I did the math, the chances of this happening were 0%….”

Hey, what does 0% mean?

Aren’t you old enough to know that there is no such thing in the world?

When I was thinking like that

“This is····”

The vice-captain exudes a murderous spirit as he turns his gaze to his colleagues rather than us.

“I guess we can only assume that information leaked out from within.”

uh····

Is that how it is?

“There is only death for traitors.”

While the current situation feels bewildering, I have overcome numerous adversities through improvisation, and I see a bright side to it.

So, before I could even organize my thoughts, the words came out of my mouth.

“What are you doing? Necrapetto.”

“···Pishit?”

“Come here, we will protect you from now on.”

Until then, the guy had no idea what I was talking about.

but····

“That was really the right information. Thanks to you, I was able to find them. With this achievement, you can also get a new identity in the city—.”

The moment I was speaking quickly·

“What, what, what, what, what, what, what are you talking about!!”

Only then did the guy who had finally figured out the situation start waving his hands in great panic.

“Ah, no! I…! Vice-captain! That guy is just talking nonsense! Seriously, you wouldn’t believe that, would you? The eyes of Ma-an that see through the truth?”

When the deputy manager did not respond, the guy continued to speak even more urgently.

“Hey, to begin with, that guy is a guy that I wouldn’t feel satisfied with no matter how many times I tear him to pieces! Huh…? You, you don’t really believe me, do you…?”

“···Of course I don’t believe it·”

“Whew···”

“But seeing you talking nonsense in such a panic, I have a feeling that something might be wrong.”

It is too much to say empty words.

“Yes, if someone hadn’t leaked the information, the current situation wouldn’t have been explained.”

The glasses-wearing man next to the vice-captain added a word, and the guy’s eyes widened.

and····

“I want to tell you in advance that I have no relationship with Mr. Necrapetto.”

When Vivian, who he usually called oppa, drew a clean line, the guy looked like he was going crazy and jumping for joy.

Should I say that I feel like I’m going to die because it’s so unfair?

Of course, it wasn’t something I had to worry about.

‘Well, you should have lived well before.’

Yes, that’s the case for me too.

Do you think our colleagues would blink an eye if Noark said something like that?

Yeah, so···

“What are you doing? Come quickly.”

“Why, why am I going there?”

“Why are you doing that? There’s no need to lie anymore anyway.”

“That’s why I’m telling you not to talk nonsense!”

“Oh, are you worried about betraying your comrades in front of their eyes?”

“What the…!”

A guy who steps forward as if he’s going to run towards me, excited by the repeated pushing.

However, I didn’t need to stop it.

That’s understandable, there was someone who took the initiative first.

Chachacha·

The bespectacled man next to the vice-captain

The guy moves quickly and blocks the guy who is approaching me.

“···uh?”

A guy who looks quite embarrassed by his colleague’s blocking of the road.

Looking at that guy, the bespectacled man continued speaking in a businesslike voice.

“Please stop acting out of the blue. If you do that suddenly, it might look like you’re trying to leave naturally.”

“Uh… no, that, that’s not it… what I went forward with was….”

“If it were for battle, there would be no reason for Mr. Necrapetto to approach the enemy.”

“That··· That, I didn’t really mean to fight···”

“Aha… So you’re saying you had no intention of fighting?”

“No, that’s not what I meant······”

“Vice-captain?”

When the bespectacled man asked briefly as if asking for his opinion, the vice-captain nodded solemnly.

“It would be better than fighting with someone with suspicious circumstances behind your back. Arrest Abed Necrapetto. Don’t let him do anything else.”

“Did you hear that? So please come here obediently.”

“Ah, no, what on earth did I do wrong···!”

“Yes, yes. Let’s talk about that later. For now, please come here. Even if Mr. Necrapetto is missing right now, it won’t be a big problem, right?”

Okay, so let’s cut one person first?