I Can Summon Legendary Figuress

"If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you were here to kill me."

Dent smirked as he poured Ethen a cup of a chilled beverage, its surface releasing a faint mist as runes engraved into the glass maintained the temperature through magic alone.

The room itself was modest, serving more as a private office than an investigator’s headquarters. Shelves packed with reports lined the walls, while maps of the surrounding region were pinned onto corkboards alongside sketches, timelines, and hastily written notes connected by lengths of colored string. It was the sort of place where someone spent more time chasing answers than sleeping.

When Dent had first laid eyes on Ethen, several details had immediately stood out.

The shape of his face.

The shade of black in his hair.

The subtle structure of his jaw.

None of those features were enough individually, but together they painted a familiar picture.

They were characteristics common among members of the Algar Clan.

Hearing the young man’s name had merely confirmed what his eyes had already suspected.

"I am only an Algar in name."

Ethen smiled faintly as he accepted the drink before instinctively activating White Inspect.

Thin streams of mana flowed through his eyes as he examined every inch of the cup.

The liquid.

The container.

The enchantment preserving its temperature.

Even the faint residue left around the rim.

Only after confirming there were neither toxins nor hidden enchantments did he finally take a small sip.

Refreshing.

"I hope you understand just how many slum rats my clan has produced over the years."

There wasn’t even a trace of embarrassment in his voice.

It was simply reality.

The Algar Clan stood among the noble houses responsible for defending the kingdom’s borders. Generations of military authority had granted them prestige, wealth, and influence.

It had also granted many of its members unchecked arrogance.

Soldiers stationed across countless frontier settlements frequently abused their status, sleeping with whoever caught their fancy before moving on to the next assignment. Children born from such encounters often received little more than the family name, if even that.

Some were acknowledged.

Most weren’t.

Ethen happened to be one of those unfortunate products.

His blood connected him to the clan.

Nothing else did.

He possessed neither loyalty toward them nor any desire to claim kinship with people who had abandoned him before he could even remember their faces.

"I hope so."

Dent smiled before lowering himself into the chair opposite Ethen.

The atmosphere between them relaxed slightly.

When Kang had informed him someone would be assisting the investigation, Dent had expected another overconfident officer convinced every mystery could be solved through intimidation.

Instead...

The young man sitting before him carried himself with remarkable composure.

He observed everything.

His eyes rarely lingered in one place for long, yet somehow nothing escaped them.

If Kang himself had entrusted this person with the investigation, Dent saw little reason to doubt that decision.

"Tell me what you know."

Ethen leaned forward slightly.

"I mean the parts that never made it into your reports."

Dent’s smile widened.

"So you noticed."

"Reports are written for officials."

Ethen shrugged.

"I’m here for the truth."

For several moments Dent simply studied him.

Eventually, he rose from his chair and walked toward the nearby window.

With a slow motion, he drew the heavy curtains shut.

The afternoon sunlight disappeared, leaving only the softer glow of enchanted lamps illuminating the room.

It wasn’t for secrecy.

Rather...

Some conversations simply felt easier away from prying eyes.

"I first noticed a group of Algar clansmen entering the city shortly before the siege on the Wilderness Stronghold."

His voice became noticeably more serious.

"At the time, nothing about it seemed particularly unusual."

"The frontier was unstable."

"People traveled frequently."

"I recorded their arrival and thought nothing more of it."

He paused briefly.

"But after everything that happened..."

"They became suspicious."

Dent folded his arms.

"No one is that lucky."

"They arrived shortly before disaster struck."

"They disappeared whenever danger reached its peak."

"And afterward..."

"They conveniently escaped the worst of the aftermath."

"Coincidences exist."

"But too many coincidences become patterns."

As Dent continued explaining his observations, a clearer picture slowly began forming inside Ethen’s mind.

One piece.

Then another.

Finally, several scattered fragments connected together.

The entire incident surrounding the Algar Clan had always bothered him.

When Last Arian had ordered everyone to evacuate before the siege, most families obeyed without argument.

The Algars hadn’t.

They had delayed.

Argued.

Made excuses.

At first glance, it looked like ordinary arrogance.

Looking back now...

It seemed almost deliberate.

Then came the battle itself.

Several influential members of the clan had vanished amidst the chaos.

Most notable among them...

The First Elder.

A man supposedly devoted to protecting the family.

Yet during their greatest crisis...

He was nowhere to be found.

That alone might still have been dismissed as unfortunate timing.

Were it not for Eric.

Ethen’s expression darkened almost imperceptibly.

Eric.

The so-called greatest genius of the younger generation.

The clan’s brightest hope.

The man who had somehow merged with the bloodline of one of the Blood Serpent God’s descendants.

No...

Merged wasn’t the correct word.

He had been altered.

Corrupted.

Empowered by something no ordinary human should ever possess.

There was simply no way such abnormalities had escaped the notice of the clan’s leadership.

Impossible.

Someone had known.

Perhaps several people.

Perhaps all of them.

For the first time since beginning this investigation, Ethen finally accepted the conclusion he had subconsciously resisted.

His family...

Had willingly entered into cahoots with an Evil God.

The realization didn’t anger him as much as he expected.

Instead...

It felt strangely hollow.

His attachment to the Algar Clan had never truly existed.

Still...

Knowing one’s own bloodline had willingly abandoned humanity carried an unpleasant weight all its own.

Silence settled between the two men.

Neither felt the need to speak immediately.

Eventually...

"Thank you."

Ethen slowly rose from his seat.

"This clears up quite a lot."

Dent nodded.

"I suspected as much."

"Where are you headed now?"

He watched Ethen move toward the door before asking the obvious question.

Everything Dent had shared remained speculation.

Educated speculation.

Supported by observations.

But speculation nonetheless.

Without concrete evidence, no investigator possessed the authority to move openly against one of the kingdom’s great noble families.

Even Kang himself would require far more before taking action.

"I’m going to inspect several of the crime scenes."

Ethen looked back over his shoulder.

"There’s something specific I’m trying to confirm."

Dent raised an eyebrow.

"You think you missed something?"

"No."

"I think everyone else did."

That answer earned a quiet chuckle.

"Oh?"

Dent reached for the coat hanging beside the door.

"Then allow me to accompany you."

"It has been a while since I walked those streets with fresh eyes."

Within moments, the two men exited the Warden’s Office together.

The city bustled as usual beyond its walls.

Merchants called out to passing customers.

Carriages rolled across stone roads.

Guards maintained their patrols.

To ordinary citizens...

It was merely another peaceful afternoon.

Neither investigator noticed the pair of eyes watching them from the rooftops.

...

"Tch."

A figure concealed beneath the shadow of a nearby building clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Now he’s working with one of those private detectives?"

His voice carried obvious frustration.

Investigators complicated everything.

Unlike ordinary guards, they rarely accepted surface-level explanations.

They asked questions.

Too many questions.

Following Dent alone had already proven exhausting enough.

Now another variable had entered the equation.

The hooded figure prepared to continue his surveillance before something else suddenly caught his attention.

His gaze shifted from Dent...

...to the young man walking beside him.

The moment he saw Ethen clearly, his expression froze.

His eyes narrowed.

Then widened.

"...Impossible."

He instinctively leaned forward.

Studying Ethen more carefully.

His posture.

His features.

The subtle fluctuations of mana surrounding his body.

Recognition slowly surfaced across the hidden observer’s face.

"...He’s one of us?"

Confusion completely replaced his earlier irritation.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

No one had informed him another member would be involved in this operation.

Something...

Was very, very wrong.

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