Chapter 201: Return. (1)

In the Record Storage Room, where the daily logs of Reccordak were buried, Primienne was sitting alone in the dark and combing through each record.

[…There are 339 people who are subject to special care. Count Iggyris, the Head of Freyden, has appointed some of them to labor as a pretext.]

Freyden. That was where Primienne was born, where her parents were taken away, and her hometown that had only given her despair. A bitter winter, an endless cold, in collapsed log cabins starving for three days eating nothing but melted snow and licking crumbs off the ground… those hateful days.

[The list is Loprun, Bainsmore, Geckrel…]

The history of all these criminals was imprinted in Primienne’s head. Loprun was a lunatic who murdered 13 people and sold human meat; Bainsmore was a security guard who beat to death a noble who tried to rape his sister. Geckrel was a pharmacist who poisoned a river and erased a whole village from the map.

[Only two of the thirteen workers came back after ten days, the other eleven people died while working.]

Primienne reached out to the document.

Ziiiiiiiiing—

She replicated the log using her mana.

“…”

Primienne had a hunch that shortly, the oppression of the Demon Blood would only grow more intense. That it would spread like madness. After the great catastrophe, there was widespread retaliation. That had always been the case historically. This time, the target would be the Demon Blood. Therefore, she and her clan needed this evidence.

Primienne put the duplicate back in the drawer and placed the original copy in her bag.

Tak—!

The light turned on with a click. Primienne’s heart shook as she glanced back.

“Is that you, Professor?”

Deculein. He held a cane, supporting his leg, and his other hand was on his lower back. His injuries were still clearly showing.

“What are you doing in this kind of place?”

“I am the Empire’s Deputy Director of Security. Investigating criminals is-“

Whiiiiiiiing—

Deculein took away the journal using Psychokinesis. Primienne closed her eyes for a second and sighed.

“It’s nothing.”

Deculein skimmed through the journal. However, Primienne was optimistic. Nothing could be inferred with just one journal.

“Primienne.”