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Reborn as the Doomed Heir of a Mage Dynasty (Web Novel) - Chapter 221 Part 1
Chapter 221 Part 1
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Six hours ago.
Since the previous checkpoint was set to the celebration night, I rewound to the maximum range I could manually set—six hours back.
It’s 10:30 p.m. now.
Opening my eyes, I was in a bathrobe, holding an empty notebook.
‘I was doing this at this time.’
Narce, here with school approval, had just cast space magic in my room.
Elias, newly arrived, sprawled on the sofa, stretching his arms. “Man~ Fresh space magic makes it so comfy. No creeps watching either!”
“Haha, good. Should’ve done this sooner,” Narce said, sitting by the bed.
“What’re you doing, Lucas? Gotta sleep if we’re heading out at dawn.”
My opening a notebook during rest time must’ve seemed odd.
I stared at the empty pages.
“……”
Trying to figure out what else I need to make that bastard show up.
That’s what I told them last time.
I’d written down my mistakes with Yulia from yesterday in this notebook, but it was blank now. Makes sense—it’s around 11 p.m. when I’d finished writing.
I glanced out the window.
The faint sound of winter wind carried an occasional robin’s chirp.
Outside, it was eerily calm, like nothing would happen.
‘Leo should show up around midnight.’
That’s enough time.
The Imperial Times article I read before coming here is vivid in my mind. With this anomaly, the culprit can’t beat me.
I went downstairs to the kitchen, boiled water, cast a soundproofing spell, and tapped my ear.
“Remember?”
[……]
No answer. I sensed a strange panic in the silence over the artifact.
I slapped the table lightly.
Only after stressing my core did Leo’s calm voice come through.
[…We meet again. Six hours back, huh. I’ll swing by Bavaria, then head your way.]
“Good. Let’s start.”
I replied curtly, cutting the connection.
As the kettle heated, I heard movement behind me.
“Lucas.”
Narce and Elias had followed me downstairs. Noticing my off vibe, Narce asked worriedly, “What’s up? You look rough again.”
“Just on edge.”
True enough.
I planned to bring them to the scene, but I couldn’t spill everything now, so this was the best I could say.
Without asking their opinion, I brewed milk tea and set it before them. “Drink.”
They stared, eyes wide.
* * *
At the same time, Alexanderplatz.
[You’re out of your mind. Exactly 14? Why? Got a grudge against the East?]
“……”
[If you’re only killing 14, just bail.]
A mage, perched on a building’s rooftop, listened to protests leaking from his artifact. His gaze was fixed on the Grand Hotel.
[Don’t you know egg-throwing already made the main stadium a no-go? No clue what this lunatic’s up to.]
“……”
The mage stared blankly at the hotel’s dark windows, muttering, “If I kill 14 for sure, they should be grateful.”
[Can you even kill them for sure?]
“Ever seen me fail?”
[……]
No reply. The mage answered flatly, “Fourteen’s worth a billion. Isn’t it better to kill a few and gain it all?”
[Explain. How do 14 Koreans clue us into a billion?]
The mage frowned at the relentless complaints. He muttered, annoyed, “Just watch. Five hours from now, I’ll make the Imperial Times break news.”
The protests quieted.
He sighed. […I trust you.]
* * *
It’s 11 p.m. now.
While I checked the clock, Elias stared, shocked. “…First time I’ve seen Lucas serve tea.”
“What’s this? We doing something scary?” Narce asked, laughing.
Sharp as ever. I sipped my tea without answering.
Unfazed by the heat, Elias gulped his down, eyes gleaming. “Tasty! Lucas nailed the ratio. I’ll make some too!”
“I’m good…”
You’re already drinking—why make more?
I stopped Elias and went to the dressing room.
Wearing the Eszett uniform, I returned downstairs. My friends’ eyes widened.
“Huh? You going out again…? We didn’t get orders.”
“You will. You’re coming too.”
Elias’s face screamed confusion. Fair—saying we’ll get orders sounds weird.
“Space magic’s up, right?”
“Yup.”
Just in case, I cast a soundproofing spell. “We need to go to the Grand Hotel. Got a bad feeling.”
“What? Why?”
“My ability tipped me off. Too many things have happened, but that stalker’s been weirdly quiet.”
“……”
“They can’t follow me easily anymore. The egg-throwing wasn’t to drive me out, but it pushed me out of their reach. Crucially, we’re openly using space magic to shake them, so why’re they leaving us alone? From experience, that guy’s not the type to sit back. Why’re we chatting peacefully?”
It’s a stretch for this timeline. I know. But saying it’s my ability and brushing it off? I used that during Primrose Path. Better to explain a bit.
I felt their stunned stares.
No choice.
I said what I didn’t want to. “Plus, not a single note today.”
“……”
No one thinks I’m waiting for notes, but it felt like I was admitting it. I hated saying it, maybe because I’ve been on edge all day, checking for them.
That’s exactly why I had to say it. They’re eating at my mind, making me adjust my words and actions every moment.
“Lucas is right. We gotta go,” Narce said firmly, likely reading the future with Foresight.
Before he could continue, Elias laughed. “Yeah, if Lucas is this serious, no harm in listening. Besides, Lucas doesn’t waste energy on nonsense.”
“……”
Waste energy? That’s how they see me?
Can’t say it’s wrong, though.
Narce burst out laughing, agreeing, and said, “You know what’s gonna happen there. Feels like you’ve got a power like mine.”
He nodded, signaling trust.
“I’ll follow your lead.”
“…Thanks. One question, Narce.”
“What?”
“You said someone’s targeting me and Pentalon. For Pentalon, is the Grand Hotel incident their endgame?”
Killing 18 and leaving 9 to die—is that the final goal?
I don’t think so.
Narce rubbed his chin. “No. I agree. This is way ahead of schedule and smaller scale. They planned to act when the tournament starts, right? Unless something changes, they’ll try again.”
Eighteen dead, nine injured is *small*?
I gave a hollow laugh.
Gotta root this out early.
“Thanks for the answer.”
“No prob.”
I smiled at him.
A servant, hearing the noise, rushed to the kitchen. None of us wanted more tea, so I sent her back and headed upstairs.
‘This is because of me?’
Even if it is, that doesn’t mean I’m responsible.
Per Narce’s Foresight, the stalker’s aiming for bigger damage. Whether I’m here or not, Pentalon’s one of their two targets.
Digging deeper, just because Narce said Pentalon could be ruined doesn’t mean I have to protect it. It might just fatten the emperor’s wallet.
But…
First, no need to let a terrorist attack slide to lower the emperor’s approval. There are plenty of other ways to do that.
I can’t save unseen victims of other murders or attacks, but these are within my reach to try. Worth a shot.
Second, I don’t want this culprit getting cocky with repeated wins.
At this point, their survival’s my victory, their defeat.
No time to dawdle.
Sitting at the desk, Pai, who’d followed Narce, hopped around. I infused Divine Power into Pai, jotting down the Imperial Times breaking news from memory.
“What’re you doing?!” Pai asked.
“Just organizing what I need to do.”
Pai fell asleep from my hand’s warmth.
I let go and held the notebook properly.
[All 18 deceased estimated to have died around 3:30 a.m., reported at 3:50 a.m.]
‘The drug was spread before that.’
Timing the ambush is critical.
