Chapter 119

“…Sylvia currently resides on the island she created.”

The base of the [Sylvia Surveillance Team] established by the Intelligence Bureau in coordination with the Security Bureau was an ordinary house. One of the red brick complexes on Beijin Street where the Imperium bureaucrats lived. Its interior and furnishings were also extremely common-place, matching the outside.

“There is a mansion under her family name on the Floating Island, but it appears that she doesn’t visit them often.”

I sat on the couch in the living room and glanced at the surveillance team. The Deputy Chief of Public Security Lilia Primienne and the intelligence agency Named member Lukehall. In addition to these two, there were six agents said to be exceptional in their respective fields.

“What about the monster Sylvia’s unconscious created?”

“It has disappeared, but according to eyewitness testimony, it looks like this.”

A tall, pale woman with a large shark-like mouth full of teeth.

“It looks insane. And the place called Anonymous Island, the achievement that promoted her to Monarch?”

An agent of the intelligence agency injected their mana into the crystal ball. The crystal projected the landscape of the island.

“Hmm…”

Primienne crossed her arms without saying anything further for a moment. The red-haired agent Lukehall broke the silence.

“What do you think, Deputy Director Primienne?”

“…I can understand why she became a Monarch in three months.”

The other agents nodded in admiration, but the mood of the island was familiar to me. Rice ears and leaves were swaying in the breeze above them; the sun was shining intensely like a scorching fire. It was a technique from an exam I gave. Sylvia had transplanted Van Gogh’s canvas onto that island.

“…She learned well.”

Primienne and the other agents turned to face me.

“Are you pretending that you taught her that, or did you really teach her?”

“If you are curious, buy my exam paper and look at it. There are occasional re-auctions on the Floating Island.”

“…Auctions?”

Primienne glanced at Lukehall, who gestured to another agent. The agent immediately left; perhaps he was heading to the Floating Island.

“Professor Deculein.”

Lukehall caught my attention.

“What level should be assigned to the surveillance operation? Please give us your opinion.”