Reincarnated as a Farmer Gamer: Rising to the Top with the Evolution of the Weakest Job that Only I Know About!? - 50.3

“Yes. Do you know anything about witches?”

“No. Only fairy tales… wait, witches actually exist?”

“Yes, they do. This incident was the work of Witch Pain. Each witch has a particular type of magic, and her specialty is causing magical beasts to go berserk. Not just going berserk, but with infinite regeneration and full-body enhancement. They envelop themselves in vein-like structures.”

“I see… so we were targeted by a witch.”

“That’s right.”

“…I’d like to ask one thing. Can she use her magic from this distance?”

“…I see. The distance shouldn’t be a problem, but she would need to be within her line of sight to use it.”

“That’s strange. The arena is indoors, so was she inside the arena?”

“That’s impossible. The academy has security devices, and the teachers would have noticed.”

“So…”

“Yes. Someone must have guided her into the area. The target could be Lady Emblam, Lady Rudelagan, or perhaps Prince Alphonse.”

Well, I already know the target, so there’s no need to investigate further, but I’ll keep that to myself.

“Faction disputes?”

“…Probably. But not certain. It could also be aimed at Count Emblam, although that’s unlikely.”

“Captain, please don’t phrase it like that.”

“Yes, yes~”

The handsome knight behind us sighed deeply.

“Thank you for your cooperation in this investigation. Also, thank you on behalf of the Order for protecting Prince Alphonse and Lady Rudelagan. We will contact you about the reward later.”

A reward, huh? Well, I’ll take what I can get.

The young lady and I, now freed, immediately returned to the dormitory and rested.

After Beryl and the young lady had left,

Captain Argein arrived at the location Beryl had indicated.

Before him stood a woman using some sort of magic around her.

“How is it, Miria?”

“…No good. I can’t sense anything.”

“Does that mean the young man was lying?”

“…Not exactly. Although I can’t be certain, I can faintly sense it. A distortion in space. But… this is… too…”

“Are you being overly dramatic?”

“…The presence of such a precise distortion is extraordinarily unusual. If this presence I’m sensing is indeed a spatial distortion… then only one person could create it…”

“One person… Could it be!”

“Yes. The witch of slaughter and ruin… codename ‘End.’ If anyone is responsible, it would be her.”

“But she’s supposed to be dead.”

“You fool. She’s not dead. It’s just a lie to make everyone feel secure. The hell she caused still continues. On a remote island in the north.”

“An island that was once part of the continent, they say.”

“Yes, that’s right. But if ‘End’ were here… we would already be dead. So it’s hard to believe. Witch Pain is not particularly skilled in spatial magic, so there should be some distortion left…”

“I understand. The possibilities are that either Witch End is involved or the young man is lying.”

“There’s no lie. Prince Alphonse and Lady Diana have given identical testimonies, and there’s no benefit or timing for the three of them to coordinate their stories.”

“Then… you’re suggesting Witch End is involved?”

“Ugh… What’s going on! Can such an impossible thing really happen!? Really!? But we’re still alive, aren’t we!?”

As she held her head in despair, Argein watched her with a sigh.

Her opinion, being the kingdom’s strongest mage, could not be ignored.

Despite his own anxiety, Argein prepared to report the events and the involvement of Witch End to the king.