Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

(Everything is going well with the plan.) 

Hiding behind the trunk of a tree, Clyde muttered that in his mind as he saw how things were going in front of him. Before him was a scene where three Archdevils had successfully broken into the prison. 

The Archdevils were summoned by him despite the fact that he was not a mage himself. Thanks to those valuable data crystals that his boss stole from the inventory of their organization, Clyde was able to summon those personifications of evil by himself. 

As the summoner, Clyde was, of course, the one who was in control of those devils. In layman's terms, controlling one was already difficult since doing so required meticulous and rapid thinking to manipulate one. 

The devils did not possess a strong sense of self or the ability to decide for themselves, so they needed the will of their summoner to receive a command. But it did not pose a problem to Clyde since he had many parallel minds to assist him in controlling each of the Archdevils. 

(Time for the next move.) 

Still covered with his Perfect Concealment, Clyde swiftly yet silently dashed forward, passing the corpses and the devils before reaching the gate. Before he completely left the place, he ordered the devils to go wild and wreak havoc as they had planned.

As he ran, he met the rushing knight along the way. But he did not pay heed to it and advanced forward since it was for their own advantage. The more the knights rushed to the scene, the better. 

A few hundred meters from the gate, Clyde stopped in a wide alley between two buildings. He once again grabbed a data crystal from his pocket, but it contained a different spell than the ones before. 

Crack. 

He then threw the crystal to the surface and cracked it, which released the spell within it. A large magic circle appeared on the surface as soon as the crystal broke. The magic circle continued to cast and shine for a few seconds until its completion. 

Once the casting of the spell was completed, a group of people suddenly appeared. A dozen people from the outside of the Imperial Prison had been instantly transported through Space-Time Magic Level 6: Reversed Teleportation.

"You've got a good job there, Clyde." 

"I am only doing what you have paid for me, sir." 

The purpose of the devil summoning and the disturbance that Clyde had made at the main gate was just a diversion to deceive the prison knights and draw their attention away from the real infiltration. 

As the knights were busy fighting off the Archdevils, the group had entered the premises without their knowledge. But the strengths of the devils were way too weak compared to the total knights who responded to the gate, so they had to get out here as quickly as they could before anyone noticed. 

"The infiltration had been successfully completed. Let us now proceed to the next phase."

""Yes, sir!""

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At the center of the Imperial Prison, the building for maximum-security prisons was erected. As its name implies, the building had the tightest security and was built with the most advanced and durable structures. 

The budget funded there was surely extravagant, but all those expenses were for the security of the high-profile criminals imprisoned there as well as for the safety of the citizens. 

The maintenance of the equipment and facilities of the Imperial Prison was not something everyone could pull from their pockets. For the convenience of the prisoners, each cell was lavishly expended since some of them were used to living in luxury. 

Aside from the tangible things, the expenses for the wages of the people who worked there had been reserved as well. The ones who were stationed at maximum security were not some people who were picked up from the streets. 

Each of the guards there was high-level and had been extensively trained for years. Most of them were experienced in wars and had survived many challenges, so any infiltration or prison break was unlikely to happen as long as they were there. But this night was different from the usual ones. 

"They are too strong, captain! Let us call reinforcement!" 

"But most of them are at the front gate fending off some devils! Who would have thought that they used those things as decoys for this!" 

"Nobody told me about this! How did they manage to slip out through the defenses!" 

As they were quietly guarding the maximum security like usual, a group of people suddenly rushed and invaded the place. The guards were forced to fight them off, but they clearly underestimated them due to their numbers and suffered a lot. 

Each of the infiltrators was powerful, probably more powerful than the average strength of the guards there. They were caught off guard, and the twenty knights guarding outside had been reduced to less than a dozen. 

The fallen ones were either dead or heavily injured. The infiltrators only wanted to finish the task as quickly as possible, so they just had to incapacitate them as long as they were doing their job. 

There were only thirteen of them, but they managed to thin them out to less than half with only minor casualties. Not a single infiltrator was killed; only the weakest of the group was seriously injured. So the situation reflected a grave disadvantage for the guards. 

After beating most of the guards, some of the infiltrators entered the gates of the maximum security and left six of them to guard the place. The leader led the inside squad, while Clyde led the guarding squad. 

"Ugh—?!" 

Before the captain could swing his sword, his throat had been deeply cut by a sharp and invisible knife that Clyde wielded. He could not see or sense his opponent, so the outcome of the fight had been concluded. 

"Whirlwind Fist!"

"Ack—?!" 

With a mighty punch, the brawler of the group sent a lance-wielding knight flying by hitting the stomach with a Level 4 Close Quarter Combat technique. The knight hit the wall before helplessly falling to the surface. 

After he smugged, the brawler approached the crippled knight and then grabbed the helmet. He removed the helmet from the knight and saw the face under it." 

"Oh! What beautiful loot! You are going with me and I will play with you later." 

The passed-out knight in front of him was a woman with ponytailed blonde hair. She was in her late twenties and had passed the man's taste, so he wanted to bring her back to their base to play with her body before making her a slave. 

But as he put the female knight on his shoulder, he heard the familiar cry of one of his companions. When he looked back, he saw the bodies of four of his colleagues lying on the surface and four new individuals standing before him and Clyde, who was beside him. 

"Do not look down on them, Faust." Clyde seriously reminded the brawler, whose name was Faust, "They are on a different level than those guards." 

"I know." Faust turned serious all of a sudden and carefully dropped the female knight. "My instincts are telling me so." 

"We have to stop them at all costs." 

"Alright, Clyde!" Faust then clashed his gauntlets. "It's been a long time since I fought with all my strength!"