Ex Rank Supporting Role's Replay in a Prestigious School

There aren’t many records left of Celtic mythology in modern times.

The secrets and teachings left by Druids, a high-ranking Celtic priest, were only handed down by word of mouth.

Since there were little to no written records of Celtic mythology, Celtic knowledge and myths were quickly subjugated when other cultures invaded them.

Most of the records of Celtic myth left until modern times were inferred based on knowledge left by non-Celtic foreigners such as those from ancient Rome and Greece from their own history,

As such, most of the records of Celtic myths aren’t accessible in modern times, but not all traces of the Celtic have disappeared.

One of them is the Celtic Sea.

This area where we are is near the Celtic Sea.

Sung Gukeon even commented when he first revealed our destination.

“So the Celtic Demon Race have chosen their land. Wales is a Celtic Nation.”

Wales borders the sea, but most of its territory borders St. George’s Channel and Bristol Channel.

The area near the Celtic Sea was not very large, but our destination, Linney, has a view of the sea.

In terms of location, it was the west of London where I met the patissier from MITRON, and southwest of Manchester where Kwon Jein and the Lake of Eternity Team used to be based.

The sun has already set and the darkness has crept in, illuminated only by the air limousine’s headlight.

‘I’m sure it’s an invite-only event.’

Sung Gukeon was in his tailcoat, watching the same scenery outside as he burst into laughter.

I think he saw a car of an acquaintance.

“I see some familiar air limousines. It would be better to pull out a new car or rent one without record if you’re attending an auction like this.”

Sung Gukeon has a pretty sharp memory.

When he first ran for office in the National Assembly, he showcased his incredible memory by remembering all the faces of those who shook hands with him.

Sung Gukeon seems to be looking out the window peacefully, but in his head, he must be memorizing the model and plate number of the air limousines passing by, making a list of those who will attend the Demon Race’s auction.

‘I slept a little before they came back. Those two didn’t sleep a wink.’

And even in this taxing schedule, neither Sung Gukeon nor Jeon Muyeong showed an unpleasant attitude.

I even had to reflect on myself because the two seemed to have more energy than I did.

‘We should hurry up and retrieve Imoogi’s Exorcism so those two can rest.’

A little past midnight.

Alternating between the window and the navigation device, Jeon Muyeong finally spoke.

“I think we’ve arrived.”

The air limousine stopped on a cliff with nothing on it.

I could hear waves of the sea crashing with the shore from the distance, and I could only see a few other air limousines stopping around the area.

I couldn’t see a plausible party hall anywhere.

I don’t think this place is where the Fomorians will auction a prized treasure of Tuatha Dé Danann.

‘The place and time were written on the invitation. Guests can enter from 12:00 midnight to 1 AM local time, and the invitation should be presented.’

This Halloween Party doesn’t seem to go along with common sense.

As if to affirm my thought, a powerful energy wave suddenly appeared all around.

The surroundings were responding to the energy waves coming and going.

‘The air limousines are disappearing!’

Among the air limousines, those that arrived first disappeared one after another.

This seems to be the way of entry.

“I think entry has started. It seems to be going in the order of arrival.”

“I think we should wear masks now.”

At Sung Gukeon’s words, the three of us took out our masks.

Sung Gukeon wore a mask and a dinner jacket with camouflage skills, perhaps because he was reluctant to stand out because of his large body frame.

After wearing them, his build looked similar to Jeon Muyeong’s.

It would be uncomfortable moving with clothes with infused camouflage skills, but Sung Gukeon showed no signs of that.

‘Sung Gukeon often goes undercover so he should be used to it. No need to worry about Jeon Muyeong too.’

As promised with the patissier, I wore a crow mask.

The two people, who finished preparing before I did, looked at me.

Jeon Muyeong didn’t have a change in expression, but Sung Gukeon smiled at me.

“A crow, I see… I’ve seen it a few times in incidents related to Eungwang District.”

Since I was bound to wear this mask, I knew I had to reveal my activities to Sung Gukeon and Jeon Muyeong, but it was earlier than I expected.

As I recalled the incidents in Eungwang District where this crow mask was involved, so many things came to mind.

‘Which incident could he be talking about?’

After a short contemplation, I decided to ask openly.

“Which report are you talking about?”

Sung Guekon had the face of a sunbae who is looking at his hoobae.

In response to my question, Sung Gukeon spoke softly with a knowing look on his face.

“I thought they were incidents that wouldn’t be too strange if the man involved is part of Class Zero, hoobae-ah.”

I think it’s safe to assume that Sung Gukeon knows every move I did when I wore this crow mask.

Sung Gukeon had been at the center of big incidents when he was in Class Zero too, so he wouldn’t see it strange that a hoobae of him is similar.

“We are wearing masks and used items with the areas where our skins are exposed, but it’s best that we act more carefully. Don’t speak in Korean after we enter.”

“If you need an application for translating and interpretation, I can send one. It will be better than the basic interpretation function of most devices.”

Sung Gukeon and Jeon Muyeong spoke fluently in English.

Jeon Muyeong looked at me and suggested that he’d send me an application, so he seems to think that I can’t speak English.

Shortly after I replied that I’d be fine without the app, something politely knocked on our limousine’s tinted window.

Knock, knock.

It was two hands in white gloves.

To be precise, it was nothing but hands in white gloves.

[Please present your invitation.]

A quiet mechanical sound was heard.

It seemed to resonate the sound with an energy wave.

Since it’s nothing but a hand, it used a mechanical sound in the absence of vocal cords.

Even though I was almost flustered at the unexpected presence, no one in our group was phased.

Instead, Jeon Muyeong calmly lowered the window of the air limousine and handed over the invitation.

The gloved hand accepted it.

[Thank you. Please wait a moment.]

Two hands levitated in the air.

One hand raised the invitation in the air, and the other hand swept the surface of it.

At the same time, a dim light erupted from the invitation.

‘It’s making sure that the invitation is genuine.’

The first artwork of my playable character is up for auction, and another playable character of mine wants to retrieve it too, so we prepared this much.

Of course, the invitations prepared by the two competent people are genuine, so this procedure will be over safely.

[Thank you for accepting the invitation. We will lead you to the party.]

The gloved hands moved, drawing something in the air.

It seemed like a simple magic spell, but soon, a powerful energy wave wrapped around the air limousine.

The floor where the energy waves were coming from…

‘The whole floor is a magic circle!’

This whole cliff is the entrance.

The movement of the gloved hands was the key to the magic circle.

Fwaaa!

Our limousine was swallowed by energy waves.

At one point, the dark energy wave blocked our view, but when it cleared up and we started to see the front again, a different scene was before us.

The car was still at the cliff where we arrived, but a huge bridge that wasn’t there at first magically appeared.

Jeon Muyeong admired the bridge that spawned out of nowhere and the magic circle engraved on the floor.

“This is… it’s a hiding magic. It’s visible only to those who are allowed to enter.”

“Hiding magic?”

“Yes, it’s like ancient magic. It’s very subtle. Looking at the numbers on the magic circle, it seems that the entrance is open only on October 31st. I don’t understand the principles at all.”

Jeon Muyeong, specializing in stealth skills, surely studied magic to increase his attack power.

Perhaps thanks to his studies, Jeon Mueyong recognized the hiding magic immediately after seeing the magic circle.

‘I don’t think he can use magic yet, but studying it surely has helped.’

Jeon Muyeong was astonished by the magic circle.

“Maybe the Fomorians have another entrance for other days. It’s really like the magic used by the Demon Race during the age of myth.”

In front of the air limousine, the gloved hands moved busily in the air.

Seeing the air limousines in front of us moving according to the movement of the hands, it seemed to be guiding us with parking.

“It seems we need to walk or fly through that bridge.”

“I think air limousines are up to this area only.”

All the guests, except the driver, of other limousines, were alighting.

“I’ll park the car and move separately as scheduled. Please go ahead.”

From this point, Jeon Muyeong will be acting alone.

Jeon Muyeong’s light skill is the strongest infiltration technology that cannot be seen through unless a competent superior being interrupts.

Though his skill is not suitable for a group mission.

“Sir, please do not be alone. If possible, stay with Jo Euishin, and if you can’t, please join me.”

“Haha! Don’t worry. Don’t overdo it too, Muyeong.”

Usually, people would ask the teenager to not act alone in a dangerous mission, but Jeon Muyeong looked most worried about Sung Gukeon.

It’s not just because he is Sung Gukeon’s chief aide, but rather it’s a piece of advice considering Sung Gukeon’s ability.

‘Sung Gukeon is weaker when he moves alone.’

Unlike his media-acquired nickname “Peerless Gukeon”, his skills weren’t suitable for solo action.

Sung Gukeon’s light skill is applied to an existence that he recognizes as his colleague.

When it comes to games, there’s usually a character that depends on party members to use their abilities.

I can’t help but think that his ability suits him as a lawmaker.

‘In PMH, he got attacked when he was alone too.’

Thinking about that time made me feel bitter.

I was determined to stick to Sung Gukeon’s side.

When we were about to split up with Jeon Muyeong and head to the bridge covered thickly with sea fog…

‘That is…!’

An unexpected person.

The woman was wearing a half-mask decorated with horse mane, her face half-exposed along with her tan skin.

The Horse Clan’s head, Heukma (Black Horse).