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Infinite Mage Chapter 159: Clay Marsha (2)

Chapter 159: Clay Marsha (2)

“Anything‍ is fine. If‌​⁠ you spill everything‌​ you know, I’ll‍ send you back‌​ to prison nicely.”​‌

Lucas​ remained silent, his‍ mind racing rapidly.​⁠

Having‍‌‌ joined when the​⁠⁠ Parrot Mercenary Band​‌ was actually the​​‍ Parrot Thieves’ Gang,⁠⁠⁠ Lucas had no‌⁠ particular loyalty to‍​‌ Marsha. Thus, spilling‍⁠‍ the facts he⁠ knew should have​‌ been easy.

But⁠ confessing here meant‌‍ he might never​‍ leave a deep,‍​ dark cell until‍ his death.

“How‌‍‌ about a deal?”​⁠‍

“A‍ deal? What kind‌​ of deal?”
“I’ll tell you​ everything about Marsha.⁠​⁠ In return, reduce‌ my sentence. Just‍ make it possible​​⁠ for me to‍⁠⁠ get out before‍​‌ I die, and‌ I’ll give you⁠ the information you​ want.”

“Huh…”‍

Sakiri‍ looked at Lucas‍‌⁠ with a dumbfounded⁠​‌ expression, then suddenly⁠‍‍ burst into laughter,​‍ stamping his feet.‌

“Hahaha!”⁠⁠

The‍⁠⁠ desk toppled over​‍​ with a crash.‍‍ Sakiri sprang up⁠ and advanced, screaming⁠ in rage.

“You​ insane bastard! Do‍ you even know‍‌ where you are?”​​‌

He‍​‌ kicked, and Lucas,​ along with the‌⁠ chair, toppled over.​ Yet, even that​ didn’t seem to⁠ satisfy Sakiri’s rage‌‌‌ as he stomped‍⁠‌ repeatedly on the‍ fallen Lucas.

But‍‌ this time, Lucas‍⁠ was desperate too.‍

Whether‌ he died this​⁠ way or that,⁠​ it was all‍ the same. If‍​‌ he couldn’t achieve⁠‍ some result here,‍⁠ his life was‍​ effectively over.

“Go‌⁠ ahead! Beat me!⁠ I will never​‌ talk! Let’s make‌‍⁠ a deal!”

Sakiri’s⁠​‍ kicking paused.

Why‌⁠‍ are all the⁠ bad guys shamelessly⁠‍​ brazen? If they​⁠‌ hated prison so⁠‌ much, they shouldn’t‌‍‌ have committed crimes‌ in the first​ place.

“Ah,⁠ this is driving⁠​‌ me insane.”

Sakiri​ calmed his breathing​‍ and turned away.​

Even‍‍ in his frightened‌ state, Lucas observed‌​​ him closely. The​ fact that Sakiri​⁠ had stopped kicking​ meant he was‍​ conflicted. If Lucas‍‌ could just hold⁠ on a little⁠⁠⁠ longer, a channel⁠ for negotiation might⁠⁠ open.

However,‌ contrary to expectations,⁠⁠ Sakiri opened the‍ door of the‍ interrogation room and‌​​ issued a terrifying‌​⁠ order.

“Hey,​‍‍ deactivate the magic‌⁠ restriction device here.”⁠​

Magic⁠‌​ restriction devices differ‍‌ from anti-magic. These‍‍ are specifically designed⁠ to completely block​‍ the initiation of⁠ magic.

Though‌⁠‍ it was also‍​⁠ a form of⁠‌ magic, very few‍​‌ thieves could break⁠‌‌ through the magical‍‍ circles designed by‌‍​ the top-ranking archmages.⁠‌

Lucas​ swallowed hard. He​⁠‌ shouldn’t show fear.​‌ It was clear‍⁠⁠ that Sakiri was​⁠​ also making a last-ditch effort. If​​ he could just‌ get through this⁠‍ ordeal, he might​‍⁠ see the outside⁠⁠‍ world again someday.‌⁠⁠

Sakiri‍ waited calmly. After⁠ a moment, there‌ was a heavy‍⁠‍ sound as the‍‌ air seemed to‌ settle.

Lucas​‌ couldn’t tell what‍‌ had changed, but​‌ Sakiri approached, appearing⁠⁠‍ somewhat lighter, and⁠‌ twisted his neck.‍

“Tell‌​​ me everything you⁠​ know about Marsha.‍​⁠ If you remain‌​‍ silent or lie,⁠ unbearable horror will‍⁠‍ come upon you.”‌‌⁠

“I-I‌‍‍ won’t tell. I won’t say a word.”

Sakiri,‍​‍ unbothered, extended his⁠ hand towards Lucas‌‍⁠ and, closing his⁠ eyes, chanted something​ like an incantation.​​⁠

“I‍​ command as a judge, speech answers‍‌‌ to speech. The⁠​ scales of truth⁠​‍ are yours alone.”‍‍⁠

Lucas’s‌⁠​ complexion turned deathly​​‌ pale.

He‌‍‍ had mistaken Sakiri​⁠ for an ordinary​ investigator. Sakiri was‍‍​ indeed one of​ those numerous figures‌ who must never​​​ be crossed.

“Damn‍​⁠ it!”

Ten‌⁠‍ minutes passed.

“Aaaaaaah!”‌⁠​

A ripping scream echoed​ through the interrogation⁠ room.

Lucas⁠‍‌ was nearly out‌ of his mind.‌‍ Even the surgery‌​ to amputate his⁠‍ legs hadn’t been⁠​​ this painful.

“Okay!‌​‌ I’ll talk! I’ll‍​ tell everything, just‌⁠‍ stop this!”

The‌ moment he shouted,​​ the pain disappeared‍​‍ as if it‌ were a lie.⁠⁠

Lucas,‌⁠‌ crumpled in a corner of the‌‌ room, cowered and‌‍​ looked up at⁠ Sakiri.

“It’s​ your choice. If​⁠ you want to‌‍​ be at ease,‍⁠ spill everything.”

Lucas⁠ resigned himself. Neither‌​ silence nor lies‌​ were tolerated.

In‌ front of Sakiri’s⁠ magic, the “Scales​⁠ of Truth,” no‍‍⁠ criminal could withhold‍⁠ the truth.

“Marsha⁠‍ is clever. And​ she makes no​ mistakes. Initially, she‌⁠ lets her opponents‍ expose all their⁠ weaknesses while pretending‌⁠‌ to be losing.⁠⁠ But she never‌‌​ allows herself to⁠⁠‍ be hated, laying‌ traps to ensure⁠ it.”

“Typical⁠ con artist’s tactics.”‍

“Heh,‍‌ con artist? No,‌⁠ she’s not a con artist. Do​​‍ you know what⁠⁠‍ makes her terrifying?​​‌ She doesn’t lie‍‍⁠ to deceive someone.‌ Her entire life‌‌‌ is a lie.​​ Ordinary methods won’t⁠ catch her.”

“Hmm,​⁠ I see her‍‌ type now. But‍‍⁠ mere intelligence shouldn’t‌‌ have the intelligence⁠‌ reports so jumbled.”‌‌‌

Sakiri‍​‌ leaned on his‍‌​ chin and pondered.‌‌ Then, a possibility‌⁠ struck him.

No​⁠ one else might⁠⁠ understand, but he⁠ could be certain‍⁠ of why the‌ intelligence was inconsistent.‌‍

“Could⁠‍ it be? Is​ she perhaps…”

“Yes.​ She’s one of⁠​ your kind.”

Relieved​⁠ that he would⁠⁠ no longer suffer,​‌ Lucas spoke with​‌ force in his‌​‍ voice.

“Marsha‌​ is… an unregulated‌‍ eater.”

***‍‍‌

Shirone‍ analyzed her by⁠‌‍ any means necessary.‌ Yet, he could⁠ understand nothing. She⁠‌​ was completely different​‍ from any person​​ he had met‍​ in his life.⁠⁠⁠

“Even⁠‍⁠ if you kill⁠⁠⁠ me…”

“Heh,‌‌ yes. You hate‌‌ me, right? So​‌‌ feel free to⁠‍ kill me.”

Shirone‍ thought no longer.⁠‍‍ If there was‌​ no answer to⁠‍​ be found, he⁠ would stick to‍‍⁠ his convictions.

“If‌ Yuna is safe,‍⁠‍ then I have‌⁠ no reason to​ fight you.”

A crack-like faint smile‍ etched across Marsha’s‌‍ lips.

As‌‍ her Attack Form‍‌​ of the Spirit‍‍⁠ Zone lunged in,‌ Shirone immediately teleported.‌⁠⁠

‘Eh?’‌‌

Shirone⁠⁠‍ was puzzled. The‌‍‍ Spirit Zone suddenly​​‌ vanished, and his⁠ teleportation unraveled.

In​​​ that moment, the​ roar of the‌ Sonic Cannon passed⁠‍ by, scalding his‌⁠⁠ ears as if⁠​‌ they were on​​‍ fire.

Unable​‌ to withstand the​⁠ shock, Shirone rolled‌‍⁠ on the ground,⁠ prompting Rian to‍ exclaim in surprise.‍​

“What?‍‌​ Why did Shirone⁠ suddenly do that?”⁠⁠‍

The⁠ Sonic Cannon compresses‌‌ sound waves, so​ it doesn’t disperse⁠​ sound indiscriminately. Therefore,​‍⁠ his friends, who⁠ were at a distance, only heard​‍ a high-pitched scream.‍

“That’s‍⁠ the Sonic Cannon.‌​ A type of‍​ Sound Magic. But‌‌​ that’s not the‌​⁠ problem.”

Amy‍ spoke up, and⁠ Tess chimed in.‌​

“Right.⁠ Shirone got hit.”⁠⁠

A dark shadow crossed​‌ Amy’s face. It‌​ seemed that Shirone‌‌ had tried to​‍⁠ escape using teleportation,‍ but the photonization​‌ had been disrupted​⁠ just before the⁠‍‍ magic activated.

“That’s​⁠ not just being‍ hit. It was​ stolen.”

“Stolen?​‌⁠ What was stolen?”​​

Amy,​ through synesthesia, could‍‍‍ confirm it. She‌ had seen the‌ moment Marsha siphoned​​‍ off Shirone’s Spirit⁠​​ Zone like dew.‌⁠

“Perhaps…​‌ his mental power.”‌

“That’s‌‍⁠ impossible. How can‌​ someone steal another’s‍‌ mental power?”

Amy⁠⁠ hurried towards Shirone.‍

Clay⁠⁠​ Marsha.

If‌‍‍ she was right,‌‌ then this woman‍​ was extremely dangerous.​⁠‍

“Shirone!​‌​ Be careful! That‍​⁠ woman is an​⁠ unregulated eater!”

Shirone’s‌​‍ head snapped up.‍⁠ Though his ears‌‍ felt like they‌‍ were bleeding from⁠ the Sonic Cannon’s⁠⁠​ power, his indomitable‍‌‌ spirit was still⁠‍ intact.

“This…⁠‍ is unregulated consumption?”‌‍⁠

“Oh,‌⁠ you know about‌‌ unregulated consumption too?‌​⁠ You guys are‌​ really something. You​ must have long⁠ straps on your​⁠⁠ bags.”

Mages‌ develop numerous spells‌⁠ every day, and⁠‌ the association registers‍ these as regulated‍⁠ magic.

However,‌‍ there exists magic​ that can never​ be registered—unregulated consumption.‌

The‍‌ omniscience of unregulated‍‌​ consumption is unique.‍

It’s‌⁠ not based on​ universally known facts​‌‍ but solely on⁠ the blind ideology​​‍ of the individual.​‌

In⁠ other words, these‍ magicians create their‍⁠​ own rules and‍​ can impose them⁠‌ on others.

Shirone‍‌‍ recalled a lesson​ about unregulated consumption⁠⁠‍ he had attended‍⁠ with Siena.

“Omnipotence​‍ is belief. The​‍​ reason the speed⁠​ of photons can⁠‍ be categorized into‌​ four types, the⁠⁠ temperature of flames​‍⁠ can change, and‍ plasma can be​⁠ produced even at​​‍ moderate temperatures is‍‍ because the omnipotence​ of mages supports‍ the omniscience.”

Siena‌​ wrote the word​⁠​ ‘unregulated consumption’ on‌‍⁠ the blackboard.

The​‍ emergence of the​​​ unfamiliar term caused‌⁠​ a stir among‌⁠ the students, but⁠​ she continued undeterred.‌

“However,⁠⁠ there are those‍⁠‍ in the world‌‌⁠ who use omnipotence‍ for personal gain.‍‍​ That is, they​⁠ don’t just support⁠⁠⁠ omniscience; they twist​‍ it entirely. The‍‍‌ magic used by​ such individuals is‌​ called unregulated consumption.”‌‍

“Teacher,‍​ I don’t quite‌‌​ understand?”

“Let​ me explain now.​‌​ What’s my job?”⁠​⁠

“Of​ course, you’re a teacher.”

“Right.​‌ I’m a teacher.⁠⁠‍ Shall we start?‍ Is there anyone​‌‌ here who doesn’t‍ think I’m a teacher? Raise your⁠⁠⁠ hand.”

Naturally,​‌ no one raised​​ their hand. It‌ was an impossible​⁠ notion. Knowing that​​ she was a teacher and then‌‌ denying it would‌‍ be a contradiction.‍​

“This‌⁠ is exactly the‌⁠⁠ nature of the‌⁠ mind. Unlike the⁠​ body, the mind​⁠ does not push‍⁠⁠ out a concept⁠‌ that enters it.​​ Instead, it absorbs‌ it and forms⁠ a new mass.”⁠​‍

Siena⁠​ emphasized her point‍ by raising a finger.

“In​‌‌ other words, other​‌‍ people’s thoughts can‍‍​ be applied to‍ others, and in​ fact, all the⁠ thoughts that make‌‍ us up are⁠⁠​ obtained from others.⁠ Now, let me‍ demonstrate unregulated consumption.”‌‍

Siena​‌⁠ stepped down from‍⁠ the podium and‍ looked squarely at⁠⁠ the students.

“Those​‍​ who think I’m⁠‍ a teacher will‌​​ die.”

The‌‍‍ students murmured. Siena’s​ statement was serious,​ and although some⁠‌ tried to deny⁠ it, it was⁠⁠​ ultimately impossible.

The⁠ mind does not‌‌ get denied. It⁠‍⁠ just changes.

“Teacher,⁠‌‍ is this for⁠‌ real?”

“Don’t‍ be alarmed. I was explaining the⁠ mechanism. I’m not​ an unregulated eater.”⁠​

A wave of deflation‍​​ washed through the​ students’ voices.

Siena‌‌⁠ adjusted her glasses‍ and returned to​ the podium.

“Of‍ course, it’s not‍‌ that simple in‌⁠‌ reality. No unregulated⁠ eater could inject​ a fundamental concept‌‍ to kill someone.⁠ Unregulated consumption is​ also magic. The‍​ principle of equivalent‍​‌ exchange always applies.”​

A male student raised⁠​ his hand.

“But⁠⁠ there could really​‍⁠ be such a person, right? Someone‍ who believes that‍ the rule you‍ mentioned earlier is‌ fair.”

“Sure,‌​‍ it’s possible. But‍ magic is a product of rational⁠‌ thought. Someone that‌ deranged couldn’t handle⁠​ magic in the‍‍ first place, and‍⁠ even if they​​ existed, it wouldn’t​‍ work on you.”⁠⁠‍

“Because⁠⁠‍ it can’t even⁠ penetrate the mind.”‍

“Exactly.‌​​ Therefore, unregulated consumption‌ has significant constraints⁠​​ and costs. For⁠ example, here’s a rule that could⁠‍⁠ be made: Those‌‍‍ who think I’m‍ a teacher must​ use honorifics with‌‍⁠ me.”

“Hey,‌‍ that’s obvious.”

“Right.⁠​⁠ And this is‌ the scary part‍ of unregulated consumption.‍​‍ Just as you‌‍ accept this as‍​ obvious, unregulated eaters​​ can implant their⁠‍‌ own rules into​⁠​ others as obvious.​​ What about this?​ Those who think‍⁠​ I’m a teacher​ must love me.”‌‌

“Haha!‌‍​ That’s also obvious,‍⁠ right?”

The‌​‍ children laughed heartily.‍‌​ Siena continued without​⁠ concern.

“Those⁠ who love me‍ must obey me.”​​‌

The‌ laughter in the‌‍ room gradually subsided.⁠‌

“Those‍​ who obey me⁠‍ must die before⁠⁠​ me.”

Silence⁠‌ fell in the​​ classroom.

“This⁠ is one of⁠​⁠ the techniques of⁠ unregulated consumption called​ constraint. It imposes⁠‍‍ several constraints to‍ extend the rules.⁠⁠​ Where logic leaps,‍ omnipotence connects. Because‍ they really believe‍ it, such events‌​ occur. Therefore, once‌​​ caught, there’s no⁠​ escaping.”

A gulp sounded. Could‍‍‍ such magic really⁠⁠ exist in the​‍​ world? If it​‍‍ did, they would‍‍‌ never want to‍ encounter such a magician.

“However,‌ the real reason‍‍ unregulated consumption is‍​​ tricky isn’t the​ constraints but the​ cost. Earlier, I said you couldn’t​‍​ kill someone with‍ a fundamental concept,⁠⁠ but if a cost is involved,​​‍ it’s a bit​‍ different. Let’s try⁠‍‍ it now. Those‍‌ who don’t think⁠ I’m a teacher⁠‌ will die.”

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