“Actually I can’t trust you. The truth is I worry about everything that you do.” Kyle stopped talking for a while at that point. His hand gripping Noah’s hand squeezed tighter. “So it’s fine as long as you don’t do anything dangerous. I’ll be following you anyway, but just in case.”

Noah seemed to know what Kyle was worried about. The thing pulsating in her tiny pouch right now was the spirit of the most brutal and arrogant genius witch, and the one waiting for the interrogation below was the wizard who had already seen the end of the replica project.

But she didn’t feel scared or worried. Because, when it came to magic in this world, no wizard could surpass her.

The magic of the dragon, which would not even be a bite away from bringing in a hundred geniuses as strong as Eleonora Asil, patted pleasantly inside her body. Perhaps her feelings were conveyed as they were, Muell smiled and clung to her leg.

Noah said confidently, with a very reliable smile, “Just trust me. I’ll hand them over to the Protection Bureau in a completely disarmed state.”

“…I would have trusted you more had you not said that.”

Should she have not been so confident? Ashamed, she added, “No matter what, there will be nothing to worry about. I’m not trying to do anything spectacular in the first place. First, I’ll need to return to the capital to get an ID card.”

“Why an ID card?”

“I am an unregistered alien now. I’ll need an identity to do what I want to do.”

“I have alerted the Administration Bureau,” Kyle pointed out. 

While they chatted back and forth, inmates were seen getting into a vehicle behind the temporary detention center far away. At first glance, Noah felt like she saw dazzling blond hair. 

She would be busy when she got back to the capital. Because she had to put a great finishing mark on the replica project. She had turned her back to Adrian. When she hugged Muell while grumbling, Kyle immediately picked him up from her arms.

“Come here. Muell, don’t hang on to Noah now. You’re heavier than you look.”

“H-h-heavy?”

Perhaps Muell was shocked at those words, he forgot to hit Kyle’s shoulder with his small fists as his jaw dropped to the ground. Noah smiled and looked up at her party.

Three or four fairies flew in a group of circling lights in the night sky. Calmly looking at the sky, she signaled for one of them, who was particularly shining. There wasn’t really a need to express it through words.

The fairy flew up high into the sky above the Harrell temporary detention center and went around gracefully. Its body started to disintegrate. Just as a huge star exploded into hundreds of millions of small stars, countless pieces of light fluttered in the air, and soon sank gently under the detention center, which was just a tent.

The absolute and transcendent power that could heal a damaged soul permeated the failed experiments with warmth. The fireball, which burned the oil stains in the contaminated city, also swallowed the last remaining pollutant cleanly.

Though it would take a very long time to restore the village to how it had looked before the pollution. The city that had been sacrificed by someone’s shining intelligence would be back on its way to its original state from today.

“Noah, should we go now?”

At Kyle’s call, Noah took her eyes off the full view of Harrell. Under his and Muell’s feet, a magical orb of a complex shape was drawn out; a teleportation portal.

Noah grabbed Kyle’s hand that was held out to her.

“Let’s go. Now.”

The long day in Harrell had come to an end, and so had their journey in Tauren, the final destination.

Now it was time to return to Tezeba.

***

The capital city Tezeba was not much different from when the dragon, witch, and investigator had left last time. This was because the substance of the replica project, which Adrian and Eleonora had worked together on, was not yet known to the private sector.

However, rumors spread around starting at the Imperial Castle. 

It was said that Laurent’s top witch, Eleonora Asil, had been finally caught in a grave state by the Protection Bureau. And Minister Adrian Rossinel was detained in an underground prison of the Protection Bureau after conducting prohibited research. The person who had arrested them was Kyle Leonard, general manager of the Protection Bureau, who was unofficially demoted to Edmant.

The news that all employees of the Protection Bureau had been working non-stop for three days straight, and the work of the Ministry of Magic that had been forcibly suspended due to the absence of the minister fueled the rumor. Employees of the private administrative department were also in full swing as soon as they went to work.

“But would Minister Rossinel be thrown out so easily? How many investors are there closely connected to the Ministry of Magic? The noble people of the capital will somehow try to smuggle the minister out of the country.”

“Yeah, right. I heard that dozens of petitions have already been posted for him.”

“This is a world where nothing is impossible with money and connections… Come on, Laurent.”

A sporadic sigh broke out when someone muttered spontaneously. A silence filled the space. After a brief lull, the conversation shifted to a different topic.

“Then what happened to Baroness Asil’s dragon? It’s already been imprinted.”

“They say that she is on the verge of the dead. Does that weaken the dragon’s power?”

“Well, I don’t think so… It’s a dragon. If Baroness Asil doesn’t wake up, won’t it find a new owner?”

“Oh… That’s a good idea.”

“That’s right… Huh?”

Those who were in a heated discussion belatedly noticed the unfamiliar voice that had just intervened.