"Weapon." Checked
"Undervest armor." Checked
"Emergency drugs." Checked
Before me lies an impressive display of both weapons and magical artifacts, arranged meticulously across a menacing metal table.
First is Dunrandal, my blackened blade, the heirloom of the Kylian linage. It has a straightforward design and resembles a typical bastard sword; the only distinctive features are the dark metal finish and Kylian's sigil on the crossguard. But do not let the appearance deceive you; this sword is among the most powerful artifacts in existence; it can absorb an endless amount of mana and is unbreakable and unrustable. It can withstand even the Demon's queen's most powerful attack.
The next item in the lineup is a full-body black suit that looks just like something you would wear every day.
But despite its mediocre appearance, it was made from the best Mythril thread available and possesses extraordinary properties, capable of blocking any magical attack aimed at the wearer. Perfect to wear under the school uniform.
Last but not least are enhancing potions, which are quite beneficial in many situations and resemble a mix of pain relievers, steroids, and mana replenishment medications.
Normally, this process should only take five minutes, but today I made sure everything was prepared for battle.
Although the likelihood of such an incident is quite low, I feel it's essential to proactively reexamine those items. I want to ensure that nothing unexpected can disrupt my focus or performance during the fight.
"This should be enough." With a satisfied nod, I went ahead and outfitted them all. This amount of equipment should be enough for the lowly terrorist; any more would be overkill.
No, on second thought, this situation probably involves a meticulously planned, large-scale attack orchestrated by numerous enemies. This won't be easy; I must take immediate action to neutralize this threat before it escalates further.
While financial resources can be replenished over time, human lives are irreplaceable; once a life is lost, there is no opportunity for revival.
"Yes, I should bring along the guns and contact Kiara." Let out a heavy sigh, I stepped out of the concealed armory adjacent to my room and swiftly pulled out the Pedia from my pocket—a device that manipulated the natural flow of mana in the leyline to enable basic communication over long distances. An artifact only the rich have.
As I looked at the bright monitor powered by a mana crystal, I navigated the user interface and called out to an important official.
Kiara Bradamte—my senior, the grand executioner, and is also the head of the Inquisitor who handles the problem of heretics and civil protection. She is a close friend of mine, a trustful ally who has fought alongside me in the war.
With her help, I could mobilize the force of Inquisitor, helping me with the assault and ending those heretics even before they could move a finger.
That was if she answered.
"No connection from the other side." As I read the notification, a heavy shadow fell over my face. I also attempted to contact anyone who might have Kiara's number, but to no avail.
What?
My gut told me that something had happened on her side. This is bad; I don't know if the Inquisitor has the intel about the incoming terrorist attack or not.
It was highly likely that they had, but the chances that they didn't are not zero percent because they haven't contacted me yet.
"I don't have enough time." Looking at the watch on my hand, I saw that it was six thirty in the morning. If I had told people to contact her, then it would already be late, and the attack might have happened.
Not to mention that I have to be present to investigate first.
"Tch, I guess I have no choice then." I clicked my tough in annoyance, then went downstairs, heading straight to my little sister's room.
Hurrying down the immaculate white corridor of the sprawling estate, I felt the cool, polished marble beneath my feet as I dashed past the startled expressions of the servants going about their duties. Their eyes widened in surprise and curiosity, but I paid them no mind.
My focus was solely on reaching my sister's room at the far end of the hallway. The walls, adorned with elegant paintings and gilded frames, seemed to blur past me as I quickened my pace, anticipation urging me onward.
Finally, I approached the heavy oak door that separated us, my heart racing with the urgency of what I needed to tell her.
"Liliwiess!" With a swift motion, I swung the door to her room wide open, the wood creaking loudly as it hit the wall. My voice rang out, filled with urgency, as I called her name, echoing through the morning space.
"Eh, brother?"
From the tangle of blankets came a sweet, innocent voice. It was cute but was also a little annoying.
That is my little sister—Liliwiess Gisil Kylian. Looking at the mess on top of her bed, I immediately knew that she hadn't woken up before I called.
Did she go to bed late last night? This is bad; I have so little time now.
"I have a favor to ask." Going to that mess, I violently yanked the blanket off, revealing the sleepy young girl.
What's happening? A wave of confusion washes over me, flooding my mind and leaving me adrift in a sea of bewilderment.
Is my sister a pervert?
A young, gorgeous girl with an amazing figure is standing in front of me. Her skin is rosy, white, and flawless; she possesses the strikingly beautiful face of a young girl in the bloom of youth.
Her eyes, sharp and captivating, gleam with a luminous golden hue that mirrors the soft light of spring sunlight. Just below her left eye, a tiny mole adds a unique touch to her graceful appearance.
Her silver hair cascades down her back in a way that appears effortless yet intentional. It falls in gentle waves, slightly tousled as if kissed by the wind.
Indeed, normally Liliwiess is a graceful and conservative girl who exudes the nobility of a true aristocrat.
But... at the moment, Liliwiess is completely nude, revealing all of her intimate areas to me.
"Get out!"
"Why are you nude then?"
"Because it's comfortable."
She screamed and covered her bare body with her hand.
Lilies looked at my unfazed face, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment, a storm of confusion swirling in her mind as she felt as red as a ripe tomato.
Shit. I had chosen the wrong moment. However, I simply can't afford to let her feel embarrassed at this urgent moment.
I took a deep breath, maintaining my composure, and delivered my words with a steady gaze, completely devoid of any emotion.
"Sorry, but dress up fast, then go to the inquisitor's headquarters and contact Kiara for me."
"But dear brother, today is the first day of school. You haven't forgotten about that, have you?" Pulling up her panties, and covering up her breasts, she protested in a sarcastic tone.
She is clearly dissatisfied and angry with me for not respecting her privacy.
Of course, I knew, which is why I had to ask her a favor.
I also don't want to be this forceful, but there is no other better choice. Lilies is a grade-one mage and can fly really fast—faster than every carriage in existence.
Additionally, she is excellent at persuading; sending her for this kind of errant is the best choice.
But most importantly, I don't want her to be in danger.
"This is a dangerous and urgent situation. Don't go to school today, and tell her to send the elite troop." With a deep sigh, I stepped closer to Lilies and assisted her in the dressing up.
"Urgent? Enough to storm into my room?" She then turned to me with an anxious expression and requested that I confirm whether the situation at hand was truly as serious as it seemed.
"Yes." To which I lowered my voice and gave her the answer.
Recognizing the weariness in my demeanor, she set aside her antics and allowed me to lend a hand. Then, in a serious tone, she asked.
"Is there something happening at the academy? Will the demons attack us?" The tremor in her voice was unmistakable, hinting at the deep-seated fear that gripped her heart.
Lilies is still traumatized by the things that happened in the war, being that worry is only nature.
So I shook my head and assured her.
"I promise you that the worst will not happen." With my hand on her shirt button, I pushed and closed it in.
"...You sure?" She inquired, her brow furrowed with concern as uncertainty lingered in her voice. I assumed she would doubt my words.
If that is the case, then I just have to reassure her again.
After finishing with her dress, I stood up, gently caressed her soft silver hair, and then said: "Who do you think I am?"
I told Lilies, my eyes gleaming with radiance.
Her cheeks flushed with a warm pink hue as she caught my gaze, her eyes sparkling with shyness. At that moment, everything about Lilies seemed irresistibly adorable, from the way her hair tumbled lightly over her shoulders to the playful glint in her expression. It was enough to coax a genuine smile from my lips.
Indeed, my little sister is very cute and obedient; that is why I must protect her.
"Hah, you pervert of a brother, seeing your little sister's bear body and still having the audacity to ask." She cutely pouted her cheek like a squirrel and lightly hit me in the arm.
"Well, if you had asked me for a favor. Then I presumed that I didn't have any other choice."