In the restaurant, where some children had yet to regain consciousness.
Thinking that if the culprit were to manipulate another person and cause chaos again, a real disaster could unfold, I returned to the restaurant with Yoon Si-woo.
Only upon arriving near the restaurant did we realize that the surroundings werenât overly noisy, allowing us to finally stop running.
If something had happened, there would have been a commotion, but seeing that wasnât the case, it seemed there were no major issues in the restaurant.
I felt somewhat relieved, and just as I sighed in relief, I spotted Leonor lighting a magic herb near the entrance of the restaurant.
Fwoosh The raindrops clung to the slightly open window, as if trying to let the smoke out.
The raindrops were trickling down her face reflected in the glass.
As I silently observed, our eyes met in the reflection.
Leonor hurriedly wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
Then she slightly bowed her head and muttered an excuse, as if justifying her actions.
Sniff ââ¦Damn, my eyes are stinging. This is why I shouldnât smoke indoors. The smoke isnât dissipating.â
Hearing that, I turned to Yoon Si-woo, who was standing next to me.
ââ¦Could you check if the kids in the restaurant are okay?â
Yoon Si-woo nodded obediently and entered the restaurant.
Thank goodness he didnât seem completely oblivious to the situation.
After sending Yoon Si-woo off, I approached Leonor and noticed her reddened eyes.
Ahh I let out a sigh.
Not because of the smoke.
However, Leonor pretended to be fine and pulled out a magic herb from her pocket, waving it as if asking if I wanted to smoke it.
Without saying much, I accepted it and put it in my mouth.
Then, as I lit it, I gently patted her back.
Leonor bit her lip, as though wrestling with something inside, took a deep breath, and then started to grumble.
ââ¦Is it normal for a junior to do that to a senior?â
âWhen comforting someone whoâs having a hard time, whatâs the difference between senior and junior?â
ââ¦Sometimes, your words make you sound like an old person.â
Leonor forced a bitter smile.
She put the magic herb back in her mouth, took a drag, and gazed out at the pouring rain.
Her eyes were filled with an undeniable sadness.
Heart thump She was a warm-hearted person.
Earlier, when I announced the news of Mr. Jamesâs death, she looked genuinely distressed.
Leonor murmured.
ââ¦I donât really know about multiple personalities, but at least the uncle I knew was a good person. He didnât deserve to die like that. He even said heâd teach me how to cook next timeâ¦â
Earlier, she had mentioned that it might be a multiple personality.
But that was different.
In reality, Mr. James was merely a victim who had been thoroughly manipulated by someone.
I cautiously spoke to her.
ââ¦Senior, I think I might have said something wrong earlier.â
Leonor questioned back.
âSomething wrong?â
âYes. I think Mr. James might have been controlled by someone.â
ââ¦Controlled?â
The sadness in Leonorâs eyes shifted into another emotion, and just as I was about to explain in detail, a voice rang out from behind.
âScarlet, how did you know he was controlled? Did something happen?â
I stopped explaining and turned to see Eve looking at me with a serious expression.
I carefully replied to her.
âNothing really happened, but upon reflection, it seemed strange. If it had been a case of multiple personalities, he wouldnât have chosen such a death even if he was discovered⦠But how did you know he was controlled?â
Noticing her serious expression, I felt curiosity bubble up.
Just a little while ago, Eve had agreed with my notion that it could be a case of multiple personalities. Yet now, she seemed to already know that Mr. James was controlled.
While I pondered how she had figured that out, I recalled that she had asked me if anything had happened.
â¦Could it be?
ââ¦Did something happen to you?â
As I asked, Eve snapped her fingers.
Then, a woman with short hair, wraped in a blanket and looking unconscious, appeared behind her.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Rhea, the woman I had seen during the last field practice.
Eve looked at her with a worried gaze and said.
âScarlet, you saw her face before, right? She came as an investigator after we requested support from the Public Security Bureau, but suddenly knifed my neck and tried to burn my corpse along with hers. Luckily, I had cast an illusion spell on myself beforehand, so I survived. In any case, the Rhea I know would never do something like that. Thatâs how I realized she was controlled.â
ââ¦She tried to kill you? Are you alright?â
âIâm fine, Iâm fine. Well, if you hadnât warned me to stay alert, it could have been really dangerous.â
Eve answered with a reassuring smile, but my heart sank.
Her near-death incident reminded me of the time she had died in the original story.
She had died out of nowhere.
Could it have also been the act of someone who was being controlled?
But in the original story, her death didnât occur this early.
I was completely lost as to what was happening and deeply confused when I heard Leonorâs voice from the side.
ââ¦So, youâre saying some bastard controlled the uncle and did that, right?â
With bloodshot eyes, Leonor asked in a low, furious voice, gripping her hands tightly as they shook in anger.
And Eveâs following response made Leonorâs expression harden.
âYeah, it was probably the witchâs doing.â
ââ¦A witch?â
Leonor asked for confirmation, her face set in stone.
âI canât say for sure, but Iâm almost 100% certain. Controlling people as one wishes isnât an easy task. Moreover, controlling two different people like this in such a short amount of time to the point of causing their death is impossible for a human.â
âBut all the witches were killed in the pastâ¦â
Leonor murmured, declining Eveâs statement.
Witches were nearly mythological beings to the people of this era.
Even the greatest heroes could not be sure they could defeat them, and entire races had to be prepared for extinction just to possibly deal with one.
The very idea of such beings still being alive was hard for Leonor to accept, especially when she was told one of them was behind this incident.
But I couldnât deny Eveâs words.
I had witnessed the girl with black and purple hair during the gym incident.
She was likely a witch.
Still, we could not afford to fall into despair.
I steeled myself and spoke to Eve.
âThen itâs close to impossible to find and stop the culprit directly.â
âYeah, but we need to find some way to prevent this situation no matter what.â
âIs there any way?â
When I asked, Eve thought for a moment and murmured.
âI donât think just anyone can be controlled. If it were possible for anyone to be controlled, there wouldnât be a need to control others to try and kill me. It would be much simpler for them to control me directly.â
Recently, what terrified me most was the thought of not being myself and harming my loved ones with my own hands.
I hadnât even considered the possibility of being controlledâ¦
But upon reflection, I was relieved.
Although it wasnât likely to happen, the thought of someone like Yoon Si-woo being controlled and killing people would truly be a disaster.
Feeling somewhat reassured, I grasped the essence of Eveâs words.
âSo, are you saying thereâs a specific person they can control?â
âExactly. No matter how powerful a witch may be, they canât control just anyone. There must be people theyâve prepped in advance. Controlling others isnât an easy feat, even for a witch.â
âThen finding out who theyâve prepped in advance would be the best course of action. There might be some commonality between them.â
I said this while trying to think things through.
Looking for a commonality between Mr. James, who was controlled today, and Rheaâ¦
One was a fifty-something ordinary man, and the other was a twenty-something empowered woman.
At first glance, they didnât seem to share any significant commonality, and while I was deep in thought, Eve suggested.
âMaybe it could be something invisible. Letâs check it out with magic. There are a lot of wizards inside the restaurant, right? We originally came to check on Rhea, so we might be able to ask them to look for something suspicious while weâre at it.â
ââ¦That does seem to be the only method.â
Seeing it was a plausible suggestion, I followed Eve, who was holding Rhea wrapped in a blanket, into the restaurant.
When someone carrying a wrapped person entered, the eyes of those who were observing the children, chatting about their condition, turned towards us.
After giving a nod to Sylvia and Yoon Si-woo, who were looking at me with surprised eyes, I followed Eve.
Eve approached the health teacher, who looked like she was about to collapse, and said, handing Rhea over.
âKate, if the kids are stable, could you check Rhea first? Do a full-body examination and let us know if you find anything suspicious.â
ââ¦Ms. Eve, I feel like Iâm going to die from exhaustion; why does it have to be meâ¦â
âBecause youâre the best we have here.â
The health teacher seemed pleased by the compliment but soon shook her head.
ââ¦Thanks for the compliment, but Iâm sorry. Just fixing the kidsâ internal injuries has me running on fumes⦠Anyway, if itâs just an examination, let the boy over there handle it. Heâll do a way better job for an examâ¦â
The health teacher pointed towards Dwight Neinhart from class B, a magic genius who resembled her.
He looked equally exhausted, but seeing as that was his normal state, I figured heâd manage.
Dwight, with sleepy eyes, addressed Eve.
ââ¦Is this person the one I need to examine?â
âYeah. Check her from head to toe as thoroughly as possible.â
ââ¦This might give me a chance to try the new magic I learned.â
Dwightâs usually lethargic eyes lit up slightly.
Thinking that he really was obsessed with magic, I sat down nearby, waiting for him to finish examining Rhea. The health teacher looked at Eve and said.
ââ¦Ms. Eve, are you injured anywhere?â
ââ¦What? I cast a spell to make it invisible; how did you know?â
âBeing a doctor, I can usually tell from your expression if something hurts you.â
At the health teacherâs words, Eve nervously smiled and snapped her fingers, revealing a wound on her neck where blood was oozing out.
â¦Was that the injury she had received when he stabbed her earlier?
It didnât look superficial, clearly indicating how close she had come to danger.
The health teacher, with a worried look on her face, stated.
ââ¦Let me treat you.â
âIâm fine. You must be tired. A little saliva will heal this, so save your strength for the kids.â
ââ¦I donât understand why everyone keeps coming in with dangerous-looking neck injuries. Rhea had a neck injury too; what on Earth is going on?â
When I checked Rhea, who was wrapped in the blanket and had her head peeking out, I noticed she indeed had multiple scratches around her neck.
Just as I was thinking about how unusual those wounds were, a strange sensation washed over me.
It was like puzzle pieces that had been scattered in my mind began to fit together.
Suddenly, I couldnât understand why I was feeling this way, but I felt it was something I shouldnât ignore.
What on Earth could it be?
As I pondered, I looked again at the wounds on Rheaâs neck.
ââ¦I understood now.â
âHuh? What did you understand?â
As I muttered, Eve, who was beside me, asked.
âAbout their commonality. Between the two.â
It felt like every puzzle piece had finally clicked into place.
Eve had mentioned it before.
Rhea had stabbed her and attempted to burn herself with her corpse.
The reason behind having to burn with her.
It was the same reason why James had been killed in such a horrific manner.
âMr. James had wounds on his neck too.â
Leonor, who was sitting next to me, widened her eyes and murmured.
The bandage wrapped around Jamesâs neck before he entered the kitchen.
ââ¦Yes. He said he got it from scratching himself.â
Scratches on the neck.
It was the reason they both had been killed in such a way.
The goal was to destroy the evidence.
Those wounds were evidence that they were being controlled, which is why they killed them to hide it.
So, we just had to keep an eye out for people with such scars on their necks.@@novelbin@@
But there was another problem.
ââ¦Even if thatâs the case, what could be causing such injuries?â
Eve mumbled.
To be frank, that was puzzling.
I recognized that the scars were a common trait, yet their form clearly indicated they were self-inflicted scratches.
What on earth had they done to inflict such wounds on themselves?
And then, Dwightâs voice reached us.
âUm, you guys might want to come check this out quickly.â
His tone was urgent, distinctly different from his usual languid voice.
As we all hurried towards him, Dwight pointed at a spot near Rheaâs head.
A panel resembling an X-ray appeared in midair.
It seemed to be showing Rheaâs brain.
Dwight pointed to a particular portion of the picture and said.
ââ¦Do you see this? This white, thread-like thing.â
At first glance, it looked like a thin thread slightly protruding from the brain.
However, after Dwight amplified the image, we realized that it was gradually wriggling.
Could it be a bug or something?
As we all looked at Dwight in confusion, he began to speak with an unusually serious expression.
âIt seems to be moving slightly, so I investigated it more closely and found signs of life. At first, I thought it might be a bug, but thereâs a problem.â
We all held our breath after his next words.
âThough in small amounts, this thing has been detected as magical energy.â
A small, bug-like creature nestled in the brain.
âItâs a magical beast.â