༺ Who Is Naruâs Mom? (5) ༻
Sparkâ
A small light sphere formed above Brigitteâs finger.
A magic candlelight.
âI donât see any signs of intruders.â
Brigitte double-checked the locks on the windows and doors in her laboratory.
âThe protective barrier is also functioning properly.â
It looks like there are no problems.
But I was still on high alert.
All the lights turning off in the beginning was very suspicious.
Itâs a basic precautionary step thieves take before getting to work.
If there was a thing such as a Thief Manual, then it would undoubtedly be on the first page.
Whoooomâ
An engine-like sound resounded, and with that, the lights came back on in the laboratory.
Brigitte then extinguished the magic flame she had conjured on her finger and said.
âSee. It was just a power outage after all. I heard it happens once or twice a year. A professor probably used more magical energy than what was allocated and tripped the breaker.â
Really?
If Brigitteâs words were true, maybe my suspicions were unfounded.
Even in this world, you still need good reasons to be suspicious.
âI guess I was being too paranoid.â
Knockâ
At that moment, someone knocked on the door of the laboratory.
Knockâ
Someone knocked on the door again.
Soon, a strange male voice came from the other side.
âIs Professor Brigitte there? I am Manager Provence, responsible for security and surveillance in Building A. I have a few things to check. Could you please open the door?â
Manager, huh?
Brigitte nodded as if she recognized his voice.
âItâs Provence, the manager, he has three daughters and four sons.â
He sure has a lot of kids.
Still, I had yet to lower my guard.
âBrigitte, donât open the door just yet.â
It was common for thieves planning an intrusion to mimic the voice of someone the victim was familiar with.
Iâve seen thieves who could perfectly imitate othersâ voices a few times already.
They were really good; it was hard to tell it was an impersonator.
âMaybe this Provence is a thief imitating the manager too.â
I was almost convinced.
Of course, Brigitte looked at me with a puzzled expression.
âJudas, Iâve thought about it for a long time, but youâre really overly suspicious.â
âBut my suspicion has saved our lives multiple times. Have you forgotten the spider den? If I hadnât been suspicious, we would all have been spider food back then.â
I reminisced about the past.
There was a time when we fell into a trap and ended up scattered in a deep cave.
I was confused by the spider webs everywhere and the voices of my colleagues coming from all directions.
âJudas, itâs me, Brigitte! Come to my side!
âWhat are you saying? Iâm Brigitte! It seems like the enemies are trying to deceive us!
It was very confusing.
At that time, I doubted everything and used my wits to survive.
âIf you really are Brigitte, tell me what color underwear youâre wearing today to prove it! By the way, I already know the correct answer!
âTodayâs color? White!
âYou crazy-! How do you know the color of my underwear?
âSo youâre the imposter! Also, I actually donât know about color.
Itâs been a year already.
Anyway, because of experiences like these, I couldnât easily shake off my habit of suspecting others.
Iâd rather be a bit stressed than be caught off guard.
Was my opinion somewhat reasonable?
Brigitte, who sighed heavily, spoke towards the other side of the door.
âMr. Manager. What kind of cake did you bring me last time? You said it was leftovers from your daughterâs birthday party.â
âCake, you say?
It was a short question.
Perhaps it was a question that only she and the person involved could confirm, like the question I had once uttered into thin air to distinguish Brigitte.
âThe one I gave you back then was not a cake but donuts.
âThatâs right.â
Brigitte seemed somewhat relieved.
She then finally opened the door to the laboratory.
Creakâ
The door opened.
Soon, a plump man holding a lantern stood in front of the door.
âWe had a recent power outage, and there might be a malfunction in the magic circuit. Iâm here to check and repair it. May I come in?â
âPlease, come in.â
Brigitte welcomed the caretaker inside.
He appeared friendly.
He carefully inspected the magic circuits installed in various corners.
But I still couldnât shake my suspicious gaze off him.
It felt very suspiciousâ.
Just as I thought that.
Knockâ
Someone knocked on the door again.
âProfessor Brigitte, Iâm the manager, Provence. I came for an inspection after the recent power outage. Could you please open the door for a moment?
It was extremely surprising.
The voice on the other side of the door sounded exactly like the caretakerâs.
âDoes Provence have a twin?â
âWell, not that I know of.â
Brigitte became visibly tense at that.
She then asked again.
âThe man who just entered our house, where did he disappear to?â
âHeâs gone.â
Clankâ Clankâ
When I regained my composure, I noticed the window was open.
A chilling and ominous breeze was blowing in.
Did he escape through there?
* * *
âBrigitte, check your valuables. Iâll check Naruâs room.â
I first opened the door to Naruâs room.
Fortunately, Naru was peacefully asleep on the bed.
âMmm⦠Elizabeth bread⦠pizza breadâ¦â
She seemed fine.
Perhaps the thief wasnât after Naru?
In that case, itâs more likely that he was after physical possessions.
âBrigitte, what about it? Anything missing?â
I stepped out of the room and asked Brigitte.
Upon hearing my question, Brigitte, who had been searching through her wardrobe, shook her head.
âNothing seems to be missing.â
âIs that so?â
Whatâs going on?
Can such a thing even be possible?
Regardless, the thief must have had remarkable skills.
There were no stolen items, and nothing seemed to be missing, so I couldnât definitively call him a thief.
Maybe it was someone sent by the âCouncil of Shadows,â like a test directed at me?
âDid we experience a group hallucination, like when the Wizard of Devastation, Valdes, cast an illusion on us?â
âI remember that. It was I, Brigitte the Black Wizard who dispelled it, after all.â
Brigitte clenched her fist with a self-satisfied expression.
Valdes, the Wizard of Devastation, was one of the three Grand Demons of Pandemonium.
He used all sorts of magic to trap us.
Brigitte dispelling the illusion was a well-known story.
Yes.
A famous story.
âIn reality, it wasnât you, Brigitte, but a warrior who did it. By singing a peculiar song. But the warrior wanted to keep the fact that he sang the song a secret. So you took the credit, Brigitte.â
ââ¦â¦â
âYouâre not Brigitte. You seemed to have researched us to some extent, but some differences are bound to appear.â
Swooshâ
I stood in front of the door to Naruâs room, blocking it, and drew a dagger from my sleeve.
While remaining on high alert, Brigitte chuckled.
Her lips stretched all the way to her ears.
A very chilling and eerie face.
It was a facial expression that Brigitte would never make.
âWhy are you doing this? Even if I say, âIâm Brigitte,â itâs probably too late. But Judas, since youâve already allowed my intrusion, thereâs no hope for you. Seems like your skills have rusted during this era of peace?â
Indeed.
The guy was right.
I never expected someone to infiltrate the laboratory.
When did this switch occur?
Was it when I went to check on Naruâs room?
Did Brigitte switch with this âimpostorâ at that time?
What I needed here was to ensure Brigitteâs safety.
âWhat have you done to Brigitte?â
âDonât worry, sheâs not dead. I just temporarily silenced her so the wizard wouldnât go on a rampage. I donât want the Demon Kingâs Castleâs partyâs wizard going berserk either.â
Berserk.
Did he already know about Brigitte, who possessed destructive black magic, and her potential to unleash tremendous power in times of crisis?
âBut she might be if you donât help her within a minute. I used Red Scorpion venom. I have the antidote. Iâll give it to you if you tell me what I want.â
Whooshâ
The fake Brigitte extended her hand, and a scorpion crawled out from her sleeve, landing on her palm.
Red Scorpion.
Iâve heard of it before.
Once stung, even an elephant would be paralyzed within minutes.
âWhat do you want?â
I asked.
Since she didnât seem like a common thief targeting valuables, she must have some other motive.
In response to my question, the fake Brigitte calmly spoke.
âThe truth.â
âThe truth?â
âJudas, Iâve heard you have a daughter. The little girl sleeping behind that door. But as far as I know, youâve never been married. Whatâs going on?â
ââ¦â¦â
âIf you donât tell the truth, I wonât give you the antidote. Time is passing even at this moment. Donât waste time thinking. Just answer truthfully. All I want is the truth right now.â
âFine, youâre right. I have a daughter. But I havenât been married.â
I spoke the truth.
Of course, I didnât reveal everything, just about 10 percent of the truth.
But the fake Brigitte furrowed her brows in a terrifying manner and shouted.
âLies! Lies! Donât lie to me! I met your wife!â
âWhat?â
Met my wife?
What on earth is this guy talking about?
Ironically, I started to become interested.
âMeeting my wife? Where on earth? When?â
âWhy are you so surprised by the mention of a wife? Did it finally prick that ignorant bachelor act youâve been putting on all this time? Using and then discarding innocent maidens as you please. Thatâs who you are!â
Who is this person?
She must be misunderstanding something if she thinks Iâve been using innocent maidens.
âIt seems thereâs a misunderstandingâ.â
âI donât want to hear it! You scumbag!â
She seemed to hold a grudge against me.
But with Brigitteâs face, it felt somehow⦠strange.
Clankâ Clankâ
At that moment, the wardrobe shook vigorously.
Boomâ!
With a powerful explosion, a scantily clad Brigitte emerged from the wardrobe.
Two Brigittes.
Of course, the fake one yelled in shock.
âShe can move even after being stung by Red Scorpion venom? Without even taking the antidote? What kind of a wizard are you?â
âFake, youâve imitated me well, but you probably donât know who I am. I would have lost my life already if some venom was enough to take care of me.â
It seemed like the one wearing just underwear was probably the real one.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and blood was dripping from her lips, indicating her resistance to the venom.
She then opened her mouth and chanted a spell.
âDestruction. Death. Despair and Fear.â
Negative words were uttered.
Anticipating what might happen, I had to stop Brigitte.
âIf you use your magic here, the entire area might be blown away. Your attacks are too powerful; Iâll handle this problem.â
I drew my dagger and accelerated toward the fake Brigitte.
Then, she followed my speed and clicked her tongue.
Unsheatheâ
Soon, she also pulled out something from her sleeve.
It turned out to be a throwing knife-shaped dagger.
Slashâ
The fake Brigitte threw the throwing knife.
Her target seemed to be the ceilingâs chandelier, not me.
Crashâ
The light shattered, and the room went dark.
I asked Brigitte in the darkness.
âHey, are you okay!? Red Scorpion venom is pretty potent! Why did you force yourself to move?â
âGo after that fake! She stole my clothes! Sheâs a clothes thief!â
However, the thief had already escaped through the open window.
She had taken off Brigitteâs clothes and put them on herself.
Brigitte gritted her teeth, more furious about losing her clothes than the venom sheâd been stung with.
âEven if I let my guard down, to suffer such humiliation⦠I canât forgive it. And Judas, you should have chased the thief instead of worrying about me!â
She had a point.
Under normal circumstances, I would have acted the same way.
But somehow, I was more concerned about Brigitte than chasing the thief.
I felt that if something happens to Brigitte, it would make Naru sad.
Splatâ
Brigitte coughed up black blood.
âUgh!â
She groaned as if suffering from a hangover, looking quite painful.
However, her complexion clearly improved after that, as if nothing had happened.
Her bloodshot eyes returned to their normal state.
Seeing this, Brigitte scowled.
âWhy, what are you looking at?â
âYour underwear.â
âY-You pervertâ¦!â
âNo, I mean this on the floor, the Rai-setsu1(é·å) throwing knife. Itâs a throwing knife thatâs as fast as lightning. Itâs quite expensive. Should be a million arcs at least.â
Thieves commonly fall into two categories.
Dagger thieves.
And throwing weapon thieves.
I am a dagger thief.
Meaning I primarily use daggers.
I was proficient in various types of daggers.
But if you were to ask about my preference, I like daggers that can be concealed in my sleeves, I guess?
Thatâs it.
But throwing weapon thieves were a bit more complicated.
It all changed depending on what throwing weapon they used.
The Rai-setsu throwing knife that the fake Brigitte had thrown was a prized item among throwing weapon thieves.
It was a valuable item not everyone could use.
Would Naru like it?
Naru seemed to be inching toward being a dagger thief for now, but since she was still young, the possibilities for her future occupation were endless.
With that thought in mind, I put the throwing knife in my pocket and said,
âI think I know who the culprit might be. Even though we were both careless, weâre talking about a thief who could momentarily incapacitate you, Brigitte. There are probably not even five of them in the world.â
She had excellent skills in concealing her identity.
But ironically, her extraordinary skills revealed her true nature.
âBrigitte, Iâll find your clothes.â
Thudâ
I jumped out into the darkness outside the window.
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