Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185

Logan seriously took the king’s reaction to heart.

“The king cannot continue to act so carelessly.”

There was still a great mountain to climb; a crisis that would demand the full mobilization of the kingdom’s resources and utmost effort.

As that moment approached, internal strife couldn’t be allowed to drag on.

“We must find the culprits who are causing mischief.”

His determination, however, met a wall from the beginning.

“The royal archmage of the tower, Chayson, says he can’t find any traces.”

“Chayson?”

“A wizard of the 5th class. If he can’t track them, it means magic can’t be used to follow their trail.”

While ring-magic users might surpass him in elemental or combat magic, the utility of class-based magic cannot simply be compared to circle magic.

A 5th class wizard had a combat capability not inferior to a 6th-circle mage, especially in non-combat aspects.

If he couldn’t find them, then they couldn’t be found.

“Our Esperanza trackers and the royal inspectors couldn’t find them either. That’s why we suspect an inside job even more.”

In other words, there were absolutely no clues.

Checkpoints set up near the capital had become ceremonial at best.

Without any concrete evidence to identify the culprit, search parties could only arrest those who seemed suspicious.

This led to the arrest of numerous unrelated wanted criminals.

‘Sigh, this is frustrating.’

Hoping a genius he knew could relieve his stifling emotions, Logan connected communication to his domain.

But then…

[What? Why would you ask me that?]

“…What?”

[I’m grateful you trust me with such confidential information… but why are you asking me for ideas on how to capture the assailants who attacked the palace?]

Damian’s confusion was unmistakable in his expression.

[Am I… an administrative officer because I wrote a good poem… Did they leave behind a poem or something?]

“Ah…”

Right. That was it.

At this point, Damian Nadal was merely an administrator taken in after his family’s downfall.

‘Maybe in a life where I didn’t intervene, he awakened some talent through a special experience?’

Then, it meant he had made grandiose and futile efforts under the false pretense of securing talents.

A sudden headache hit him.

Despite his resolution to be more careful, he had blindly generalized information from his previous life.

Perhaps because recent events had been going well, he had subconsciously become careless, thinking that leaving it up to Damian wouldn’t be a problem.

A sigh escaped him naturally.

This meant he had to start from scratch with his plans for an information network.

While reproaching himself internally, Damian mentioned something intriguing.

[There wasn’t a poem, I guess. But if you want to hear my opinion, may I share my thoughts?]

“Do you have a solution?!”

[Well, it’s more of an idea than a solution, as I’ve said, I don’t know much about this kind of thing…]

The fleeting hope in Logan dropped just as quickly again.

But Logan, desperate to cling onto a straw, encouraged him.

“Any good ideas, let’s hear them.”

[Alright. First, let’s get the premise straight. Assuming what I’ve heard is true…]

“It’s true.”

[If so, perhaps they never intended to kill the king in the first place.]

“What?”

[Historically, assassination attempts on a monarch have typically been desperate. Everything changes based on the outcome’s success or failure. If they really attempted to kill His Majesty and failed, they wouldn’t be able to clean up after themselves so neatly. Unless they had meticulously planned for failure…]

“Ah…!!”

The sudden realization hit Logan like the back of his head had been struck.

Damian had precisely pinpointed Logan’s lingering discomfort about the unclear attack.

“Then they were…?”

[If an event happens for an inexplicable reason, it’s likely that the culprit is someone who benefits from it. But given the situation, no one appears to benefit, so it seems correct to assume the event was aimed at someone who would suffer from it.]

“…Me?”

[Yes? What do you mean…?]

Logan sighed and explained through the communication orb.

“I was pointed out as the mastermind behind the assassination attempt. Of course, I saw no reason for it, but His Majesty seems to have other ideas.”

[A powerful subject stronger than the king. They must have been aiming for conflict between you and the king. That explains it.]

“So what do you think?”

[Me?]

Damian, who seemed confused once again, was met with continuous questioning from Logan.

“What should I do now? Is there a way to catch them?”

[Uh… but you said magical tracking wouldn’t work, so what could I…]

“If you were in charge and giving orders to those people, how would you have escaped? Think like that! You’re an expert in that field… well, you have the talent to be one.”

Logan was referring to Damian’s past self, who had kept the Gradias Liberation Front fighting against the powerful empire for over 30 years.

‘You would have all run away. But please, if you have any way to catch them, tell me!’

As Logan looked at the communication orb with intensity, Damian hummed thoughtfully.

[If it were me?]

After a short pause, Damian gave an unexpected answer.

[I wouldn’t run.]

“What?”

[Why bother? If no one saw your face and magical tracking isn’t working, why move at all? If they were just masked and not recognized, it’s simple.]

“Ah…”

[From their perspective, the capital’s surrounding area is effectively under siege. They’ll certainly be confident they left no evidence, but since you can never be too careful, they wouldn’t move hastily.]

“So then…”

[Yes. If they’re still near the capital, the most likely place would be the slums outside the outer city.]

Damian continued his reasoning, and Logan was taken aback.

“The slums, you say?”

[A disregarded area not even accounted for in population records. Especially with a man with a missing right arm, it’s easy to hide there among the common. Laying low there until everything calms down, they could leave without being noticed.]

Logan considered the likelihood that those who left no trace at the royal palace could hide in the slums.