Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! (LN) - Volume 3 - Chapter SS3

Hydemary’s Detective Memoirs 

Leaving the multicolored townscape illuminating the night behind them, they followed after a man running through the deserted streets. He was running like he was trying to escape from the light exactly because of the people chasing him—magicians of one of the four great magicka organizations, the Society. 

Just as the rumors indicated, these two magicians possessed abilities that surpassed this man’s. Normally he wasn’t the type to run away, but those two were young and there was a large gap in age between him and them. Yet when it came to wits, he was a step ahead of them. As proof, he’d succeeded in easily skirting around them just earlier. 

If he ran for just a little longer, he would arrive at the Isar River. As long as he could get to the boat he’d prepared there beforehand, it was only a matter of course that he would escape. Resting his hand against a wall, the man took a breather. 

“Heh, to get lured by such a simple illusion. The face of that japanisch dunce was just...” 

“Indeed, it’s certainly true that Suimei-kun has the face of a dunce, isn’t it?” 

“??!” 

As the man turned towards the voice that called to him from the side, standing there was one of the two chasing him, the little girl wearing a typical magician’s outfit, Hydemary Alzbayne. 

“But I do think the dumb look on your face right now is stiff competition. My little Schwein who drank Weissbier to your heart’s content, until you were red to the face with pleasure.” 

“Sheisse! I’ve been cut off?!” 

“Surely if you were running away, you would go to the river. Both Suimei-kun and I thought so. So that’s how it is. The net was spread from the very beginning. Oh, and by the way, Suimei-kun only pretended to get caught in your illusion, so don’t get ahead of yourself there.” 

Hydemary corrected the man’s misunderstanding. Did she have that much leisure in this situation? Or was she just that cold? In response to her difficult to judge, inhuman expression, the man put on a brave face and a faint smile. 

“So what? Are you saying that you’ll stop me on your own?” 

“What’s that? Do you not know who I am?” 

“I know you, little princess doll of Alzbayne. You’re the magnum opus of the Meister, aren’t you?” 

“So you do know. Good, good. Besides, in just a little while, that helpless dunce of a pursuer will also get?” 

“Just WHO THE HELL is the helpless dunce, huh?! Just saying whatever the hell you want just cause someone isn’t around, you god damn puuuuunk?!” 

Before Hydemary could finish her sentence, Suimei’s indignation rained down from above. Seeing Suimei standing atop the reddish-brown, pointed rooftop overhead, the man made a grim expression. 

“So you already fucking caught up? Damn servant of the Society...” 

“Don’t fucking call me that! It totally makes me sound like an underling!” 

“Am I wrong? You’re rather famous, you know? People love to talk about the Japaner who became the Magicka King’s servant. Heh, it’s seriously quite the envious story.” 

“Is that sarcasm?! Not a single one of you has any idea what I went through to...” 

“Well, setting aside whether Suimei-kun is a dunce, or whether he’s helpless, or whether he’s Lord Nestahaim’s errand boy...” 

“You’ve seriously been saying whatever the hell you want for a while now... I’m definitely gonna make you cry later!” 

“Oh dear, how filthy. Are you the type who doesn’t take no for an answer and forcefully pins a girl down?” 

Still maintaining her robotic expression that conveyed no sense of danger whatsoever, Hydemary hugged herself. Suimei yelled at her, telling her to get her mind out of the gutter, though she showed no signs of paying attention to him. Rather, she was flat out ignoring him. 

“...What’s this? Are you looking for an escape route?” 

Just as the man darted his eyes around to get a look at his surroundings, Hydemary slipped close enough to touch noses with him. It happened in the blink of an eye. It was so fast, in fact, that the man could hardly speak as he staggered backward. 

“It’s useless. Suimei-kun has set up his specialty barrier, and I’ve also used my Einzelkampf magicka. You have no choice left but to fight me.” 

“Yeah. Because of you, we had to come here all the way from Munich. Like we’re going to let you take more of our time... It’d be no big deal if you just came along quietly. We’d at least treat you to breakfast tomorrow, though there won’t be anything but fried potatoes, baked potatoes, or potatoes with green sauce on them.” 

“I still haven’t eaten a pretzel, you know?” 

“You can get that kind of crap anywhere!” 

“Now, now, Suimei-kun. The way you’ve been talking totally makes you sound like a small time punk. It’s most unpleasant.” 

“Mind your own business!” 

Halfway through the exchange, Hydemary and Suimei seemed to get caught up in their own conversation. It angered the man immensely. 

“Fucking yammering on nonstop like that! Do you think you’ve already won, you punks?!” 

“It’s part of our introduction, idiot.” 

In response to the man’s yelling, Suimei replied with a sigh. Perhaps judging that this was an opening, the man put his magicka to use. 

"Ugh, der Sturm trägt eine scharfe Klinge. Damit meine Ermordung jederzeit ruhig ausgeführt werden kann." 

[The gale carries a sharp blade. So that my assassination can be carried out quietly at any time.] 

The man pulled out a holder from his worn coat that housed several pieces of paper shaped like knives—papers that were draped in mana as they flew into the air, surrounding Hydemary in an instant. Reacting to this, Hydemary twirled her magician’s rod around once, then struck its point against the ground. 

“Wirbelwind!” 

[Whirlwind!] 

A violent whirlwind rose up with Hydemary at its center. The many knives thrown out by the man were caught in it and reduced to confetti. As the spell ran its course, Hydemary unceremoniously took a card case out from her shirt pocket. 

“Kartensoldaten. Angriff.” 

[Card soldiers. Attack.] 

“Bwuh?!” 

As the playing cards scattered out of the case, they became moving soldiers that rushed the man all at once. Surrounded by thirty-two soldiers, the man was no longer able to move. They had him completely pinned down. 

“And that’s that.” 

As Hydemary drew closer, the man’s expression changed. He put on a sympathetic smile. 

“Wait a sec. All I did was sell off a few relics, right? Can’t you just let it slide?” 

“What do you mean ‘a few’? Don’t you mean a magnificently large amount? Like the Simonia... Well, we know you made quite the profit.” 

“Heh, heh heh... Gah!” 

While the man was still sitting on his butt, Suimei kicked him right in the face. It was his way of thanking the man for the unexpected detour in their travel schedule. 

“It’s over, huh?” 

Hydemary looked down at the unconscious man, but Suimei was looking at her with a rather sullen face. 

“No, not yet.” 

“Did something happen?” 

“I’m talking about your abusive remarks. You said whatever you fucking wanted earlier...” 

As Suimei reproachfully thrust his index finger at her, Hydemary showed almost no reaction. She was nonchalant, at best. 

“Oh? You won’t forgive me? Then what shall we do?” 

“Do whatever the hell you want.” 

Giving her the cold shoulder, Suimei said nothing and dragged the man away. 

“Do you plan on ignoring me? You and I are partners, Suimei-kun. We can’t be separated.” 

Hydemary stated that like it was fact. She was going to use it as an excuse and looked rather smug on the matter. However... 

“That’s not true.” 

“What?” 

Glancing over his shoulder at Hydemary, Suimei began rapidly heading towards the hotel as he dragged the man along. 

“Suimei-kun?” 

When she called out to him, Suimei would not react. 

“Suimei-kun.” 

Hydemary continued calling out to him, but... 

“Suimei...” 

Before he realized it, Hydemary was right next to him. As he looked to the side, her face was right there looking up at him. Even though she wasn’t looking ahead, she was walking along with no trouble at all.