I Screwed the Novel's Plot

The inn was quite spacious. It had a bedroom and a living room. There were five people inside; Alexander, Chislon, Ulrich, Fedel, and the kidnapper; while Alexander\'s knights were guarding the door outside.

–Thud!

Fedel threw the kidnapper\'s body onto the cold floor and Chislon activated his Mana Disruption Device, in case the man tried something funny.

Fedel lowered the man\'s hood and a brunette head came into view. There were many scars on his face and his age was estimated to be in his late twenties.

Chislon couldn\'t help but furrow his forehead, he had no idea how such a young man like him ended up being a kidnapper.

Fedel took off the man\'s robe and rummaged through all his pockets. He found a sword, a dagger, a communication device, a badge, Damian\'s Telesphere, and some cheap potions.

All in all, nothing of value.

–Slap! –Slap! –Slap!

Fedel slapped the man\'s face to wake him up and after waiting a few seconds, his eyelids were seen wriggling.

Upon seeing it, Chislon ordered Fedel to take him to the bathroom and the man was dragged inside by the hair.

Chislon turned sideways when he noticed a boy standing next to him.

"Your Highness, could you please wait in the living room?"

"Why?"

Alexander blinked several times as he couldn\'t comprehend why Chislon wanted to kick him out.

Yet, he just smiled and gave him Damian\'s Telesphere.

"Because I don\'t think it\'s an appropriate scene to see and I beg for Your Highness\' understanding."

\'Ah, I see.\'

Sometimes Alexander forgot that right now, he was in the body of an eight-year-old boy and the Count was treating him like one of them.

To be honest, he, himself, wanted to torture the culprit to death but, from this conversation, it didn\'t seem like Chislon would go easy on him.

Nevertheless, the boy nodded his head and let the Count do the work since both of them had the same grudge, and with a light heart, Alexander walked out of the room.

–Click.

The door behind Chislon closed and he peered at Ulrich.

"Sir Ulrich, please guard the door."

"I understand."

Ulrich did as the Count ordered and stood at the door. Chislon just wanted to make sure his captors didn\'t have a chance to escape.

After everything was settled, he walked into the bathroom and the young man was seen kneeling in front of a filled bathtub; his hands and feet were tied.

Chislon sat on a chair and crossed his legs. He activated the Silent Magic Device and immediately, a transparent dome covered the entire space.

As the preparations were complete, Chislon began his queries.

"I\'ll get straight to the point, what is your intention of kidnapping the children?"

The brown-haired man peeked at the sound from the corner of his eye. However, it was in vain because the Count was sitting in his blind spot.

"Answer me."

Several minutes passed and the kidnapper remained silent. Just as Chislon ran out of patience, he sent a signal to Fedel and–

-Splash! -Splash!

Water jumped out of the tub after the man\'s head was forced to sink.

"Urp! Urp!"

He groaned the moment water entered his nose and mouth. Chislon watched the event with a face devoid of any expression.

"Pulled him."

Fedel yanked the man\'s head.

"Cough, cough!"

He coughed incessantly as his lungs spewed water out.

"So? Have you decided to answer my question?"

After suppressing his cough, he answered.

"Go. To. Hell."

–Crack!

However, Chislon\'s eyes widened when a blinding light filled the room. He shot up from his seat and shouted.

"Fedel stay away from him!"

The old man hastily leaped up and landed next to Chislon.

Wasting no more time, the blonde-haired man immediately encased the man\'s entire body in a giant ball of ice and created a barrier of wind to block the impact.

–Boom!

The sound of an explosion filled the room and they could feel their ears ringing.

"Haa… Haa…"

Several sharp shards of ice were seen hovering in the air; they were blocked by the invisible wind barrier.

Fedel glanced sideways and he could see how rough the man\'s breath was and how pale Chislon\'s face was; he was beyond shock.

It was understandable because if he were a split second too late, the two of them would be turned into minced meat, doubtlessly.

Luckily, the Count was able to put control of everything, he could even cast an Elemental Fusion and conjure at the same time in mere seconds.

And that was explained why Chislon was able to become the Head of the Elementalist Division in the Arcanist Tower and Damian\'s tutor, simply put, he was just too talented.

Chislon Andreas was not just anybody.

"Count, are you all right?"

"Ah? Yes, I\'m fine."

His emerald eyes darted to Fedel and he eventually breathed in relief. Thanks to Fedel, he was able to recover from his shock.

They both gazed to the front and a giant ball of ice was now painted red and blood oozing out from it.

Chislon slowly melted it and thick red liquid mixed with chunks of flesh poured into every corner of the room.

"Tsk."

Chislon clucked his tongue in annoyance and could only curse inside.

\'That damn bastard, who would have thought he would blow himself up. What a waste of time.\'

And once all the blood sank into the drain, Chislon removed the wind barrier.

"Order someone to clean it up."

"I understand."

"In the end, we got nothing, huh?"

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–Click!

I glanced at the door the moment it swung open and three men entered the room. They were Chislon, Fedel, and Sir Ulrich.

I raised one of my brows in wonder.

"Oh, done already?"

I never thought it would go so smoothly, they were even out of there in less than fifteen minutes.

Nevertheless, Chislon shook his head.

"Unfortunately, we didn\'t get any information."

My forehead creased.

"How could that be?"

"That man blew himself up."

It seemed the Count had set the Silent Magic Device since I didn\'t hear any sound coming from the bedroom.

"I see. Well, that was indeed unfortunate. So, what are we going to do now?"

Chislon sat on the couch across from me and Fedel put the loot on the table.

"I decided to infiltrate their hideout."

"How?"

"By pretending to be one of them."

I eyed the stuff on the table and returned my sight to him.

"There\'s only one robe, though. Are you planning on moving alone?"

"Yes."

There was no hesitation in his voice.

"Then I will follow you."

Chislon shook his head.

"It\'s too dangerous, I can\'t let His Highness come with me."

"No. It would be better than fighting alone."

"Your Highness–"

"After all, the kidnapper can\'t return empty-handed right?"

Chislon wore a complicated expression, his must be racking his brain to prevent me from following him inside the kidnappers\' den.

"Your Highness–"

"Whatever you\'re going to say, I will go with you and this is an order from me."

Chislon veered his vision to Fedel and Ulrich looking for allies to stop me, alas, both of them nodded their head.

"His Highness will be a great help to you."

"I suggest Count Andreas take His Highness with you."

Chislon was dumbfounded upon hearing what came out of their mouth. He felt betrayed!

"Haa…"

In the end, he sighed in defeat and I couldn\'t help but sip my tea while laughing inwardly.

\'Hehe.\'

Well, his worry was reasonable, Fedel and Ulrich had seen me fighting back in the Refugee Camp while the Count had not.

"Alright. Your Highness may come along with me."

"Thank you."

"I will explain the plan."

"Please."

"I will wear this black robe and Your Highness will pretend to be a kidnapped child."

He continued.

"Once we\'re inside, we\'ll split up. I\'ll look for the Mana Disruption Device and Your Highness will look for Prince Damian. Is that alright?"

I nodded my head since I didn\'t see any problem.

"After I find the device, I will destroy it, and if Your Highness finds Prince Damian or when you need a hand, please contact me as soon as possible because I will immediately contact the Knights outside to rush inside after the Prince was found. Do you have any questions?"

I shook my head.

"Alright, then we\'ll be moving soon."

Chislon got up from his seat and Fedel helped him get dressed, however–

"My goodness!"

All eyes were on Chislon who suddenly shouted.

"C–can we wash the robe first? It makes me feel nauseous somehow."

Chislon pinched his nose and stared at the robe in horror.

I responded with my smirk intact.

"I don\'t think that\'s a wise idea. We need to blend with them, right?"

How come I forgot that he was someone who care about appearance so much–the narcissistic.

"How about perfume?"

"Umm, no."

Chislon let out a deep long sigh. His expression while wearing the robe looked no different from someone about to be executed under the guillotine.

After the preparation was done, when returned to the slum to infiltrate.