Project GB is an official initiative by Re:Library.

The map had details about many of the traps in the underground jail too, but only the first few ones, with most of those near Jorg being blank. That showed that Ira Muerte’s research had gone that deep already.

If they had taken a bit more time to prepare, they would have been far more successful. But he had rushed the job instead of securing a route.

Then Alma realized something, sharply turning to the man and asking, “Did they give you a deadline?”

“Yes… Until today.”

This was the last day when he could finish the job. That was why he had rushed. He had gotten quite far, but his lack of information meant that he accidentally tripped an alarm, and everything fell apart.

“I think I know what’s happening now…”

That response, coupled with the incomplete map, allowed Alma to figure out exactly what Ira Muerte was doing.

“Grandpa…!”

She turned around, looking at Mira with certainty in her eyes.

***

In the underground jail of Nirvana’s palace, the guards restarted the traps and alarms tripped by the would-be assassin.

Many of them had been disarmed too, going from the entrance to around the halfway point, but the guards were swift, completing their task in less than ten minutes. With that done, the guards returned to their usual patrol route, while someone attentively watched them leave.

He was clad in prisoner clothes, an eleventh person in a cell that should only contain ten. But he was there, watching every move of the guards.

“…So he’s being interrogated now.”

He looked at his left hand, a ring on his finger was glowing intermittently. That was his sign to move, everyone who could stop him were gathered in the interrogation room.

Picking up a silver necklace hidden in a corner of the cell, he hung it around his neck and approached the bars. All of the guards there wore it, as it nullified the restraining magic effect of the cells.

Now that he could use magic as he wished, he performed a short ritual before walking forward, passing through the iron bars without resistance.

The Secret Concept Art he had used was Boundless Flow, allowing him to pass through solid objects for a short time.
Unlike regular Concept Magic, Secret Concept Arts had specific requirements that had to be met before they could be learned.
That made them exceedingly difficult to acquire, with the requirements for many of them still being a mystery. But their usefulness was on par with that difficulty.

“Good…”

Just like that, he had escaped. The other prisoners in the cell were unusually quiet seeing that, all of them frozen in fear. To them, it felt like they were trapped in a cage with a hungry lion.

He hardly paid any attention to them, instead moving deeper into the jail, skillfully dodging the traps ahead of them, and the attention of the guards.

Soon he reached the place where the previous assassin was caught, swiftly disabling that alarm as well. Almost like he had seen it before. Nothing could stop him, as he reached the deepest parts of the jail and stood in front of Jorg’s cell.

“…I don’t think I can do anything about this.”

The first door was no match to his hands, which moved like those of a master artist. But what lay past it presented the first obstacle in his path. There were still three sets of doors ahead, made of iron bars, and he knew there was nothing he could do about them.

The spells etched into the walls would detect the smallest of movements, so just unlocking the doors was a hurdle too high, not to mention sneaking Jorg out. He also realized that if the spells were activated, he would end up trapped there together with Jorg.

“Oh well, back to the original plan then.”

He had been hoping for the possibility of rescuing Jorg. That proved to not be feasible, so he stuck to his mission.

Reaching to his right arm, he untied a string, wrapping one end around his left leg, then holding the other end with his left hand. Next, he used a basic Concept Magic spell to create a small pebble. While simple, it had really good synergy with his other skills.

He carefully began carving a magic circle onto it with his fingernail, a spell to make it momentarily immune to sensor spells like those on the cell, a line of magic he was very well versed in.

He was certain that it would work here as well, judging by the symbols he saw on the iron bars and walls.

With the pebble ready, he held it against the string, pulling on it, as he was using his body as a bow to launch it.

Pulling back, he began imbuing the string with mana too, activating yet another spell, one commonly used by high level archers.
At the same time, the magic circle on the pebble began to glow, taking a sicklish tone as well, which came from his fingernail.

Even his finger was a tool of the trade for him, being sharpened and imbued with a deadly venom, which also carried over to the magic circle carved with it.
That way, even if his aim was off, as long as the pebble grazed his target, the venom would take care of the rest.

While lethal, that venom did not make the target suffer, making it look like they just fell asleep.

That way he could perform assassinations even in public places, grazing someone with his finger, and no one would realize the person sleeping on a bench was actually dead.

A painless death was also the only mercy he could grant Jorg now that a rescue had been ruled out.

“I’m sorry.”

A deep breath in, his makeshift bow trained on Jorg, and the pebble was released.