“There are so many resistant people around here.”

I had arrived in the Central district. Given that the Central district is home to nobilities and other influential individuals, one anticipates a higher presence of guards in the area.

Unlike at night, the district is bustling with activity during the day. People here are noticeably richer and better off compared to the West district. Their expressions showed considerable confidence and thankfulness for their lives.

“But not all of them are like that.”

Occasionally, I noticed a few pedestrians exhibiting highly unusual behaviour and expressions. They also have malevolent intentions towards normal people rather than their own environment, such as those in the West district.

Another thing to note here is how absolutely none of the normal people noticed the malice directed towards themselves. Even the guards and individuals I presumed to belong to the combat class didn't notice the animosity.

“It’s not magic, then, and definitely Irregular.”

I cast a quick glance at the individual beside me, adorned in attire that exuded a distinct 'Wizard' aura. His staff, tome on his waist, and wizard robes are the same as what most wizards in a game should look like.

There is one thing that is completely different, though, the Constellations and Stars pattern is drawn on the robes. He was reminding me of several things, and I had to keep myself from asking about them.

Turning my head as I am getting weird stares from the wizard friends, they don't realise the unusual situation despite being proficient in magic, which means it should be Irregular.

I move forward to the Castle in the middle of the Central district.

My hand grips my chest, the place where my heart resides. As of now, it appears that my safety is guaranteed. The abnormal people are few, whereas the armed conscious people are many.

With it, my anxious heart had long calmed down. It is truly a pity.

“Ugh.”

Someone pushed me from behind, the person is a woman, and she very quickly ran in the same direction as where I was going. The Castle.

I am unable to see her face, let alone hear her apologize. My instinct didn't alert me to the woman's presence because I didn't sense any malice, and my mind was too preoccupied with other thoughts.

“Sial! Wait for us!”

I sidestepped from the road, and saw an elderly couple chasing the women. They nodded their heads at me, seemingly a gesture of sorry and thanks. I just watched silently as they tried hard to catch up to the woman named Sial.

Watching them leave, I concluded.

“The old couple won't be able to catch up.”

Then I noticed their attire, they are made from different materials from the people around here.

“People from outside the Central district are heading to the Castle.”

As I continued walking towards my destination, I couldn't help but wonder at the expressions of the old couple. Normal and unaffected.

They are resistant despite being outside the Central district, which is very rare.

The only individuals I observed exhibiting resistance were those who were clearly not in dire need of financial assistance, guards or combatants, and those who appeared foreign to this city.

One of the hypotheses in my mind seems to be the true winner.

This situation was almost the exact copy of what had happened about eight to nine years ago, when I had just accepted to high school.

I originally didn’t know the details as a common citizen of the Government, but it affected my life greatly. My school closed up for a month, as the country I am in was also influenced by that Irregular.

A few years after that, when I am finally getting used to my job as a Librarian in the Library, I finally check what truly happened that day using my new access to information provided by the Library.

The Industry indirectly controls a couple of countries and is allowed to do so by the Government. One of those countries suffered so much under the rule of the Industry that a country-wide C-Type Irregular spawned.

This new Concept-type Irregular is a combination of older, undocumented Spiritual and Humanoid Irregulars. Its history, creation, and characteristics are very complicated. This complexity leads to a multitude of effects, even though the primary effects are relatively straightforward.

“Rebellion.”

A big rebellion was backed up by a massive, unknown Irregular. It was a disaster in the making, and it turned into one in just a few months.

If not for the Industry being cheap and not asking the other Major Factions for help, the rebellion might have been averted.

The rebellion spread, and the Irregular influence started affecting other countries and the Government…

“Eh, this smell?”

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About one hundred metres away from the Castle gate, I smell thick blood. A scent as strong as this, coming from such a distance, could only indicate one thing: a massacre. A massacres.

Additionally, the method of killing must be brutal, and their bodies must rot for at least a day.

“I had heard from Kunti that the kingdom is cleansing some demons in the Castle and Jacob is unfortunately swept up, but this… It’s clearly not 'some’ but a huge amount.”

I walk to the Castle.

~~~~~

“You wanted to bail out a kid named Jacob? Two days ago, he delivered a letter at an unlucky time, which led to his capture and imprisonment in the Old Prison. Am I correct?”

A man in a steward's uniform asked me, and I responded simply.

“Yes. Can I ask for the paperwork? I am quite busy.”

The steward-looking man stared at the document in his hand for a moment before asking two more questions.

“What have you been doing in the past two days? How did you know he got imprisoned?”

Why is he asking that?

“I am at home… with Jacob's sister. We just heard of his imprisonment recently.”

The man kept glancing at the documents and at me before saying.

“I will call someone who is going to bring you the documents, please wait here.”

He then quickly left the room, leaving me alone on the second floor of the Castle wall. This feels suspicious.

Something is wrong.

Something is going on with Jacob.

I started to think of multiple reasons.

Did they find out that Jacob's sister, Kunti, is a Demon? No, the man didn’t react when I said I had been at home with Kunti for the past two days.

Did he already get released? That is possible, but according to Kunti, Jacob doesn’t have anyone to bail him out.

Was the letter Jacob brought so significant and incriminating that it required him to stay in the Old Prison for an extended period? No, if it truly is, then they should have attempted to capture Kunti too.

What reason could it be?

My eyes went to the fountain pen and empty letter on the table beside me. I took it and wrote something on it.

Moments after I wrote something on the paper, I heard a scream from the door.

“MY PARENTS AREN’T DEMONS! THEY ARE JUST YOUR SERVANTS!”

My curiosity is tickled. Ignoring the instruction to stay inside, I go outside with the letter I just wrote.

The sun hit my face. From afar, I could see how, around the sun, a storm of clouds was going to cover the sky.

“Storm is coming. That’s unexpected.”

“KING ARWA, I CURSE YOU, YOU KILL MY MOTHER AND FATHER IN COLD BLOOD. THEIR LOYALTY PAID BY YOUR CRUEL ACTION.”

The commotion continued.

“YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU BE CONSUMED BY MY CURSE, YOUR DAYS WILL BE SHORT AS YOUR REIGN WILL END.”

From the second floor, I look down and stare at the screaming women.

“Wasn’t she… the girl that bought the flower in the florist shop?”

From a distance I saw the young women are being held by an elderly couple and a heavily armoured guard in a mask. The three of them are dragging the screaming young women out of the dirty garden.

As I crumpled the letter to my desired shape, my eyes wandered around the garden. The gardens appear to be fresh, but there is no denying that they are dirty and look new.

The stormy cloud carried the scent of blood from the garden to the second floor, where I am currently standing. The massacres should've happened in that garden.

The smell indicates that some of the corpses may still be in the vicinity. They dragged the young women in the opposite direction.

I gaze pitifully towards the young woman, if I remember it right, she had just get her boyfriend cursed a couple days ago.

“Mr Librarian?”

Someone called me, and I turned around to see who it was. It's a full-plated guard, or maybe I should change it to call them Knights? As I am in a mediaeval setting.

Like the knight who drags the young women below, he also wears a peculiar mask.

Its mask reminds me of what those in the Hospital would wear when dealing with plagues and bioweapon Irregulars back in my world.

It's quite unnerving, but compared to Kunti's mask… it's tame.

“You aren’t the Librarian? I a-”

“No, it's me.”

“I heard you're looking for Jacob. Did you not meet him these past two days?”

Huh?

"I apologize, but did you just implied that Jacob had been free for two days?"

“Around that time, yeah. So he doesn’t come back to your home? Something feels fishy, I think I will sen-”

“No need. Uhh… Mr Knight, did you know who bailed him out? I will look for Jacob on my own.”

I don't typically refer to people by their jobs. This world custom feels weird.

“He is a famous lawyer and he is just a representation to who truly wanted Jacob to be free."

Fortunately, the paperwork requires the lawyer to specify who sent him. Apparently the client is a gravekeeper working for the main graveyard in this city.”

“I see. Thank you. I must go now, Jacob's sister is worried sick because of his not going back so soon.”

I pretend to be trying to quickly leave by running, but then stop in the middle. I come back to the Knight.

“Ah, I almost forgot. A bird has carried this letter into the room. I don’t read the letter since it's pretty crumpled, and I am afraid to break it more..”

Handing the letter that I truly haven’t read since I wrote and crumpled it to the Knight, I turn around and quickly run.

“I had to leave now. Once again, thank you.”

I swiftly moved to the stairs, quick enough so he wouldn't question me.

~~~~~

The knight ran as fast as he could, and finally reached the throne room.

After seeing who he was, the knights guarding the door let him in easily.

As the knight with a mask entered the throne room, he saw new faces composed of four people standing in front of the King and the Prime Minister.

“My King, there is a letter that requires your immediate attention.”

He kneeled before the King and handed up the letter he had tested for authenticity.

The King received the letter and skimmed through it before smiling. The king of the Kingdom of Heart, King Arwa, gave the letter to his prime minister.

The King loyal subordinate's face went pale upon reading the letter, as his long experience serving the current and former King led him to have wise and vast knowledge about this kingdom.

With knowledge and familiarity, he deeply rooted his love for this kingdom, despite being originally a foreigner. He knew trouble was coming to his beloved kingdom.

Another problem when they haven’t cleared the previous one. He mutters to himself.

“So what you said is true…”

After hearing his minister's quiet mutter, the King addressed the four people in front of him.

“Just like I said, you and your party are free to vanquish the Demons in my realm. In the condition, you let my armies do their own thing. O’Hero.”

~~~~~

On my way to the graveyard, I start to think about the Irregular that is currently infecting this city.

The people in this city won't realise a rebellion is brewing until it explodes. If we leave the rebellion alone for a long time, it will also spread to other countries. That is one of the main effect of the Irregular.

The Government was so angry at the industry for their mistake that they personally ordered all of the Major Factions to help solve the problem.

In just a matter of a week, the Irregular vanished from the world. There was no trace of its existence, even in the memories of the common citizens.

Only people who have a connection with the Factions can remember it. When I became a Librarian, I found out one of the big weaknesses of the Irregular.

The Library is responsible for many solutions to that disaster, including investigations. They discovered that individuals who had experienced and resisted rebellion in their own country would have acquired a hidden, unique perspective.

When another country is having its own brewing rebellion, and when one of those individuals comes to that country, they can ignore the influence of the Irregular and know the brewing rebellion.

That's why I know a rebellion is brewing in this kingdom, and they are the same Irregular.

What surprised me was the fact that a completely annihilated Irregular can spawn again and in a different world. The implication is scary to thought about.