The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 114: The Head’s Three Symbols (2)

After erasing all final traces, Solif broke the somewhat awkward silence.

"About the torture. Didn’t it feel unsettling?"

"Not really. It was something that had to be done anyway."

At Turan’s answer, Solif opened his mouth then shook his head.

"They weren’t kidding about desert nobles being ruthless... Well, whatever. Being cruel to enemies is a necessary virtue. As long as you’re good to our side."

His muttering seemed more like trying to convince himself rather than speaking to others.

In fact, Turan also knew this personality wasn’t quite normal.

Usually people couldn’t become so desensitized just by defining someone as an enemy.

This was why he had internally disagreed when Keorn praised him as a good person in the past.

After roughly finishing up, Turan spoke to Meisa who had a somewhat dazed expression.

"Well then, it’s time for us to part."

"So it is."

Unlike Meisa who would flee far away, Turan and Solif planned to return to the Berk mansion.

This was to not only spread the documents obtained this time to various vassal houses to draw public outrage, but also to prevent them from exerting unfair pressure.

Even in the worst case if things didn’t work out, they would need to help the Berk family escape.

"We should provide food before you go. It might take some time before we meet again."

"Ah..."

Hearing Turan’s words, Meisa turned to look at Solif with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Food provision?"

"As I mentioned before, Lady Meisa is in a situation where she can’t properly consume food, so we need to help."

"How?"

Instead of answering Solif’s question directly, Turan glanced at Meisa.

This was considering that the act of inserting a tube into her throat to inject food after making her faint might feel shameful.

"May I tell him, Meisa? You might need to ask this friend for help later if I’m not around."

At Turan’s words, Meisa let out a small groan before nodding.

After explaining the method of making her faint and injecting food through a tube into her stomach, Solif gaped and said.

"...I take back what I said earlier, you really are crazy."

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After providing food one last time, Meisa flew south riding the swing attached to Bize’s body.

Her destination was the hot spring area of the Siraf Wetlands.

Under Bize’s mediation, once she formed a friendly relationship with the Monkey King Aikul, there would be no beings around who could touch her.

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Besides, Rida who frequently visited there wasn’t particularly aggressive either, so there was no worry about fights breaking out.

After secretly returning to the Berk mansion, Turan told Asiz everything that had happened.

Asiz deeply buried himself in his chair as if trying to endure the pressure while shaking his head vigorously.

"You really went and did it... So from now on it’s a battle of nerves?"

"That’s right."

In days or at most weeks, Arabion would learn about the existence of an unknown helper who aided Meisa’s escape.

By his estimate, Turan would probably be third or fourth on their list of suspects.

The first through third spots would be taken by Leto or other Zahar nobles.

What he needed to do here was simultaneously prove he wasn’t that helper while protecting House Berk from facing unfair pressure.

In other words, it was a show of force.

Though it was certainly possible with Turan’s current power, it wasn’t entirely easy considering the constraint of having to pretend to be of the barrier caster bloodline.

"Can we endure?"

"Definitely possible."

The corruption of Arabion nobles had already been anonymously delivered to each vassal house through couriers.

With all of them enraged, attempting to give excessive disadvantages to House Berk or trying to destroy them?

That would be impossible unless Arabion’s head personally attacked.

They wouldn’t dare commit such acts without being certain Turan was the perpetrator - the consequences would outweigh the benefits.

Several days from then, surprisingly, the Arabion nobles didn’t attack even until Solif’s hand was completely healed.

While confirming through returned Bize that Meisa had safely arrived at the hot spring area, Turan also became acquainted with Lua, the woman of healing bloodline who had been treating Solif.

When she learned that Turan was the financial backer who paid for Solif’s treatment, she proposed several plans to support commoners’ lives, to which Turan readily provided money.

This was both because he appreciated the image of a shepherd taking good care of their sheep, and it included hush money for treating Solif.

After about another week passed like that, the effects of the corruption documents secretly sent to each house appeared.

Several vassal houses sent proposals to head to Morgen City together to protest in outrage.

Of course, since Turan had also anonymously sent a letter to Head Midela, House Berk joined in as well, and the head showed joy when Turan and Solif expressed their intention to participate together.

In a situation requiring a show of force, not only Turan but also Solif as a wandering noble held meaning even just by adding to their numbers.

Leaving only Haram and Asiz’s father at the house in case of emergency, the Berk family headed to Morgen City with dozens of knights.

There were already over ten noble houses gathered there.

A great force numbering dozens of nobles and hundreds of knights.

The sight reminded one of the previous Black Spirit subjugation force.

"The head of Berk has come as well."

"Of course. I couldn’t believe Meisa was living in such a state! What were they thinking—"

The outraged appearance of Head Midela, Meisa’s aunt, was perfect for heating up the atmosphere.

While everyone waited for Arabion’s official response, dozens of Arabion nobles approached through Morgen City’s main road.

When Turan’s face hardened at sensing the presence among them, Solif quietly asked beside him.

"What’s wrong?"

"He’s here."

The head of Arabion, Badal Arabion.

When Turan announced his direct arrival, Solif clicked his tongue.

"If that bastard targets us here, aren’t we all dead?"

"Surely not."

Trying to forcibly take them in for investigation without a single piece of evidence that Turan was the culprit?

That would be throwing away all the vested rights Arabion had maintained until now.

As long as the head and upper echelons, the divine being, intended to maintain the existing order, it was something they couldn’t do.

Yet if the Arabion head ignored all this and attacked him—

’I should be able to block once and escape.’

While he might die instantly if he faced the head one-on-one alone, dozens of nobles were gathered here starting with Solif.

No matter how transcendent a powerhouse one was, when numbers reached this level, there would naturally be some resistance.

If he mixed in with those fleeing after blocking the attack and flew away riding Bize, even the Arabion head couldn’t chase him.

Bize’s speed was far beyond what humans could achieve flying with wind magic.

Even while thinking this, Turan unconsciously felt cold sweat running down his back from tension.

Even if one was confident they could avoid it, when a beast that could tear you apart approached right in front of you, it was natural to feel anxious and afraid.

At that moment, Badal Arabion opened his wrinkled mouth and spoke.

["My brothers, I regret that we meet under such unfortunate circumstances."]

As before, the head’s words were clearly transmitted hundreds of meters in all directions through wind magic.

Turan gradually closed the distance from behind the gathered heads while maximally activating the relic’s senses, trying to peer at the head’s symbol.

As he got closer, the symbol that was initially blurry began to become clearer.

Arabion’s characteristic lightning-filled cloud, and below it, a tightly clenched fist...

Three types of symbols were shining brightly.