The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 111: Orders from Above (1)

While inspecting the mansion’s cleanliness, Kadram’s elderly butler recalled his master’s behavior from earlier.

Somehow, his appearance today felt completely unfamiliar.

There was definitely supposed to be a family meeting this morning, yet he rushed back, and his attitude seemed as if he had something to hide.

Moreover, he had brought in a head servant he’d seen a few times before and ordered that no one enter the basement.

This had never happened in the decades he had served his master.

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’Could it be...?’

As his thoughts were drifting in a strange direction, the maid who had gone down to the basement with Kadram came up carrying a large sack.

Though bulky, judging by how easily she carried it, it didn’t seem to contain anything too heavy.

"Oh."

Seeing her appearance, the butler realized his suspicions were correct.

Unlike her perfectly neat appearance from earlier, her clothes were now disheveled as if hastily put on...

Some parts were even torn as if forcibly removed!

Sensing the butler’s gaze, the maid removed one hand from the sack to discreetly adjust her clothes.

"He said not to go down to the basement for a while."

"Ah, understood."

Though the Kadram couple took pride in their unusually good relationship for nobles, never taking concubines, it seemed that was ending today.

Sighing at the breakdown of domestic peace, the butler quickly averted his gaze from the maid.

Because of this, he failed to notice that the sack was about the size of a crouched person, and that the maid had grown slightly taller than before.

==

"Thank you for your hard work! Here’s the pass."

"Ugh, the smell... just hurry up and go through!"

A cart reeking of food waste.

The checkpoint guard waved his hand in disgust at the stench that wouldn’t become bearable no matter how many times he smelled it.

Turan, disguised as a cleaner, bowed his head and pulled the cart through the checkpoint.

"Whew..."

How many days had he spent in this magic territory surrounded by walls and barriers on all sides?

Breathing a sigh of relief as the characteristic pressure of enclosed spaces disappeared, Turan entered a nearby alley, opened the front lid of the cart, and took out Leto who was tied up in the sack.

Thoroughly beaten unconscious and bound in chains, she was now no different from an ordinary person.

’That was easier than expected.’

The plan had succeeded smoothly: disguise as Kadram to lure and capture Leto, then disguise as Leto to leave the mansion and pass through the checkpoint with her in a prepared food waste cart.

It was almost disappointing considering how much effort he’d spent over the past few days practicing disguises and secretly stealing the cart, clothes, and entry permits.

He had even consumed some illusion bloodline mana in case an overzealous checkpoint guard decided to check the cart.

Anyway, since they had smoothly escaped, that was all that mattered. Turan changed into the white clothes often worn by Arabion nobles before placing Leto on his shoulder and taking to the sky.

No one paid attention to him since magic users flying around this area was nothing unusual.

After flying west for about twenty minutes.

Reaching the outskirts of Morgen City, Turan took out a strand of red hair and cast tracking magic to get his bearings.

Soon he spotted Meisa leisurely flying over a sparsely populated hill with three Arabion nobles.

Turan immediately sent his voice using wind magic.

[It went according to plan, Meisa.]

Of course, the Arabion nobles who could read wind flows couldn’t help but notice this.

"What was that?"

"Seems like that person sent the wind, do you recognize them?"

"Never seen them before. Looks a bit like Dex though..."

Although Arabion was a great house with many nobles, there were only about a hundred or so.

Moreover, living longer than ordinary people, they could usually recognize all their kin.

The only ones whose faces might not be well known were the elders who rarely appeared in public.

The reason they didn’t immediately grow suspicious was because he was wearing the face of his previous young knight appearance but aged up.

Since it was a mix of several Arabion noble faces, it felt vaguely familiar, making them wonder if he was a relative they hadn’t seen.

Just as that curiosity was about to develop into suspicion, a massive amount of lightning poured down from behind.

Caught off guard by Meisa’s sudden attack, the three Arabion nobles died charred black without even time to scream.

Looking down at the dead, Meisa muttered as if making an excuse.

"They were all their lackeys."

"Well done. Then shall we move right away?"

If they had been from the young faction, they could have just knocked them unconscious or persuaded them to give false testimony about their escape direction, but for the middle-aged faction, killing them was cleaner.

Having removed all traces that could be tracked, the two immediately flew south at full speed.

==

The flight speed of a heir-level noble from a great house going all out was several times faster than that of ordinary nobles, allowing them to reach Zabilin City, territory of House Berk, in just a couple of hours.

Instead of entering the city right away, Turan and Meisa landed in a nearby uninhabited valley.

After concentrating on the soul bond in that state, a black eagle soon landed.

"Bize!"

Perhaps because she was so happy to see her soul partner after so long, Bize chirped before untying the rope between the swing and her legs and flew into Turan’s arms.

After rubbing against him in various ways, she landed on the ground and wrote out an epic-length message about how much she missed him and why he took so long to come.

As Turan, who was guilty of leaving her alone for quite a while, responded with "I see, I see," Meisa watching from behind burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, a man got down from the swing Bize had put down and approached Turan.

"Took you long enough, man."

The grumbling man had gray hair tied back and wore typical traveler’s clothes.

From a distance, he could have been mistaken for Turan.

Of course, up close one could tell they weren’t the same person, as he was shorter with a stockier build and completely different facial features.

Solif threw off his gray wig and said.

"Do you know how many days I’ve been flying around here on this thing?"

"I thought you’d enjoy it since you’ve always wanted to ride her."

"That’s only for a day or two."

During the past ten-plus days while Turan infiltrated the Arabion main house, Solif had been flying around Zabilin City wearing a wig and similar clothes like now.

It was in preparation for them suspecting Turan of helping with Meisa’s escape.

By avoiding contact with others inside the house thanks to Asiz’s consideration while being seen moving about externally, Turan was hiding the fact that he had left House Berk.

"Well, never mind that! This must be the young lady from Arabion. I’m Solif. Nice to meet you."

"I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Meisa... Ah!"

When Solif offered a handshake, Meisa tried to accept it but screamed in shock when the wrist slipped right out as their hands met.