Round 17

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“Eeiyacha!”

As I stretched my back, I looked around.

Before I knew it, thick vegetation had filled over 1,000 pyeong of land.

I couldn’t clearly see what the slimes crawling around were up to, but they were certainly busy.

Gloop!

“Hmm, what? Oh, you need help with this?”

Now somewhat able to understand the gestures of the slimes, I went with the level 1 Rookie I had summoned the day before to the area where we had planted sweet potatoes.

It seemed they were in the middle of thinning them out, as the sweet potato vines had been neatly arranged.

Thud.

“Ouch. I guess we need a cushion here.”

I sat down beside the slime and together we thinned the sweet potato vines. It was simple labor, so my hands moved unconsciously, allowing my mind to wander.

“Cooking, huh…”

Just before returning to the dungeon, I had met with my younger brother Jae-seong and we had discussed things.

The conclusion we reached was that he should first try cooking with the crops I had grown and see if the results were satisfactory.

“Honestly, I just want to send him abroad right away…”

While studying abroad wasn’t necessarily the answer, I felt a responsibility as an older brother and guilt over our family’s financial decline made me want to do something for him.

But, mature as he was, he didn’t want to just accept support without being convinced himself, which he made clear to me.

“Whatever I try to do for him, he always has so much to say.”

In any case, I also resolved to work hard, taking a leaf out of my younger brother’s book. Since the study abroad idea was on hold, I had set my mind on buying the dungeon first.

The asking price for this slime dungeon I live in was about 2.35 billion won.

My bank account only had 43 million won, all of which had come in over the past few days.

“There’s still a long way to go!”

Though I said this, a smile lingered on my lips. It was a natural reaction since I had earned this money in just a few days.

And I hadn’t even used today’s abilities yet. It was about time for the cooldown to end, and tasting the money had me deep in thought.

Slimes and fruit juices.

Which should I use my power on?

“One at a time.”

I decided to use it on each.

Growing slimes was an investment for the future, and the fruit juice was a means to bring in money immediately.

Both were important to me, so I planned to take care of both.

“I wonder if Hanul has cleared that dungeon.”

Given that the dungeon had appeared in Yeongdeungpo, Seoul, a failure would certainly bring strong criticism.

If that happened, it would ultimately mean losing priority to other guilds and decreasing our influence in the Awakened society.

I could go check now, but since subjugations could take days, it might not be over yet.

“Alright, the cooldown is over, let’s start with the synthesis!”

Today was the big day when Mark2 would reach level 3. Honestly, it felt different because of this guy; he’s the reason we’ve come this far.

“I’m nervous.”

I called over the Runner and Mark2. As they oozed towards me, I immediately used the liquid synthesis whose cooldown had just ended.

[Slime LV.2 and Slime LV.2 are synthesizing.]

[The merging slimes share all memories and experiences.]

[Agriculture] [Running]

It was obviously agriculture.

Maybe the way to raise the level of crops was right here.

[Slime LV.3 has been completed.]

[Slime LV.3]

[It’s a rather ordinary slime.]

[Capable of liquid synthesis]

Ability: Agriculture LV.2

Gloop!

Mark2 has reached level 3.

And its appearance has changed significantly.

“Straw hat?”

A straw hat appeared, the kind that old-time farmers might wear. I couldn’t understand how it was attached to Mark2, but it made him easier to identify.

[Agriculture LV.2]

[Promotes the growth of crops.]

[Increases yield.]

[Improves the quality of crops.]

The last statement caught my eye.

The description of improving the quality of crops, previously absent, now gave me confidence in my guess.

“Can we finally see level 2 crops?”

What will change as the level of crops increases?

The taste? Or the effect?

Either way, it was certain to change for the better.

“Ah, this is it.”

I picked up Mark2 and examined it from all angles.

A strangely cool and pleasant sensation was felt through the palm of my hand.

The straw hat seemed like a part of its body and was inseparable from Mark2. Despite its appearance, it felt no different from the slime itself.

“Hmm! Let’s work hard, Mark2!”

Gloop!

Watching us, the surrounding slimes suddenly approached.

What, are you jealous?

“Hehehe.”

I played around, holding Poooh, Poispois, and Mark2, along with the Rookie in my arms.

Thinking about it, it seems I’ve been running around busy ever since I awakened the ability of a Slime Lord.

Poooh-

“Poooh, you have the nicest texture. Is it the dignity of level 10?”

I haven’t yet solved Poooh’s riddle, but it didn’t really matter.

“Hmm, I should check the stairs too.”

The place where I found Poooh was still the same. I was too busy with many things right now.

Let’s buy the dungeon first.

I’ll check the altar and stairs after buying them.

Who knows? Touching them carelessly might cause a change noticeable enough for the dungeon owner to catch on.

That could lead to a price increase, and the owner might even decide not to sell the dungeon.

Poooh—

Playing with Poooh like clay, I lost track of time.

With the remaining Layla and a bit of magic tomato, I made some fruit juice. Halfway through eating some tomatoes, I started feeling hungry.

“Should we eat something? But what’s left?”

Needing a place to store crops, I examined the storage made from the dirt on the ground and slime fluids.

Of course, I had already taken all the harvested magic cherry tomatoes yesterday, so it was a thoughtless action. But then…

“What!”

Discovering something, I hurriedly went back outside to check the field and then alternated checking inside the storage.

“Why is this here?”

Gloop?

Inside the storage were piles of potatoes that I hadn’t seen before. I checked if the field was empty, but in the field, there was still…

“Ah, what’s going on here…”

Approaching the field, I understood the reason.

“Looks like some harvesting was done?”

Not all were harvested.

There were patches that were empty, but from afar, they weren’t noticeable due to the lush leaves.

“But why weren’t they all harvested?”

Gloop! Gloop!

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, but there must be some reason.”

It seems they had done some harvesting while I was away. Fortunately, the harvested potatoes were wrapped in slime fluids, preventing them from rotting.

“Let’s see.”

I picked up a potato expecting an item label to appear. However, contrary to my expectation, no window appeared in my view.

“Huh?”

Not an item?

So, this can happen too.

I thought everything harvested would be an item, but now I realized that wasn’t the case.

So, what about the remaining unharvested potatoes?

“They’re likely to be items.”

It was just a guess, but it seemed plausible.

Then, Mark2 and Poooh approached, rubbing against me as if they had done well.

Poooh-

Gloop!

“Yeah, yeah. You worked hard while I was away.”

It would have been nicer if they had told me they harvested, but that was also possible.

And now that I look at it, the amount of potatoes wasn’t even that much. It seemed like the slimes had eaten them on their own.

“Since it’s not an item anyway, might as well fill up on this.”

Potatoes… Potatoes…

I didn’t know how to cook.

Even in the dungeon, I only ever cooked instant food or ramen; I had never bought ingredients to cook something.

“Just boil them, that’ll do.”

I naturally had basic ingredients like salt and sugar.

I went up to grab a gas burner, salt, sugar, pepper, etc., and ordered the Rookies who were working to come down.

“It tastes better when eaten together.”

From my experience, these guys could taste flavors too.

Well, it would be nice to eat delicious food together!

‘I really am a good boss.’

I am someone with a kind heart, who also considers the welfare of my employees.

First, I fetched some water from the pond and started boiling it on the gas burner, adding about half a spoon of salt.

Since there were many mouths to feed, I would probably have to repeat this several times, but for now, I didn’t mind and just boiled the water.

‘How many minutes should I boil it? Roughly 20 minutes?’

I wanted to search it on the internet, but going out of the dungeon to search was too bothersome.

Just roughly cook them and poke them with chopsticks to check.

Bubbling-

The water boiled quickly.

Then I washed the potatoes thoroughly and put as many as the large pot could hold and covered it with a lid.

Squish?

“Wait and see. I’ll feed you something much tastier than raw potatoes.”

Squish!

The slimes seemed to react with eager anticipation to my words.

Hmm, seeing them like this felt quite rewarding.

So I massaged the slimes again while having a healing time. Then, after about 30 minutes, I poked them with chopsticks.

“There are too many potatoes, so they’re not cooking fast.”

But it seemed they were almost done.

After waiting another 5 minutes, all the potatoes were finally cooked.

“Hot.”

I took out all the potatoes and threw in new ones into the pot. I added a little more water and didn’t forget the salt.

“Shall we try eating the second batch of potatoes while they cook?”

I picked up one of the round boiled potatoes from the floor. I dusted off any dirt and peeled it before biting into it right away.

Puff puff-

Chew chew! Gulp!

“Mmm… this is it.”

The texture was similar to that of ordinary potatoes.

But there was a difference in taste.

“Even though it’s not an item, it’s different from ordinary potatoes.”

The nuttiness was doubled.

What should I call this? The unique subtle sweetness of the potato was definitely felt, yet it had a depth of flavor as if it had been buttered.

Actually, it wasn’t butter, but it was hard to put into words.

“Just… really tasty.”

Tasty.

That was enough to say.

As they were hot, I blew on them while eating, and the slimes started eating the boiled potatoes on the floor. But their speed was beyond my expectations.

…Can’t they feel the heat?

“This is unfair.” 

While I barely managed to cool down one to eat, all the boiled potatoes have disappeared.

Gulurung! Gulurung!

Poo-woo-woo—!

The slimes seem to be clamoring for more at the same time.

Those guys must have eaten at least three or four each. They’re going too far.

‘Wait. I’ll keep boiling more for you.’

You guys are living the good life meeting me.

Which slime would ever get to eat such things?

But at this rate of eating, the harvested potatoes will all be gone.

‘Well, I can always harvest more potatoes. But I need to save just one for Jae-seong.’

It’s like an automated farm that does everything from growing to harvesting, so a few potatoes are nothing to keep feeding them.

‘Today is a potato party!’

Ah! I need to ask Jae-seong what I can make with these potatoes since the slimes like them so much. I want to try feeding them other things too.

But isn’t this just raising their taste too much?

* * *

In front of a building in Yeongdeungpo.

The area was cordoned off by the police, and reporters from various media were waiting.

Oh, a reporter from the Awakened News, with a straw in his coffee, asked another reporter next to him.

“How long do you think it will take?”

“Well, it’s a Level 4, but since Ara Hongryeon Teams 1 and 2 both went in, maybe around four days? Ah, but it might take longer because of the unidentified monster.”

“What’s the chance they’ll fail again?”

“I doubt it. The Predator has gone in as well.”

“True. With that guy stepping in, a Level 4 is just a walk after a meal.”

As Oh muttered, he glanced at the dungeon entrance hidden behind the banners and sucked on his coffee again.

“It’s still disappointing that the Predator has to step in. In my opinion, Jeong So-yeon, the leader of Ara Hongryeon Team 1, is overrated.”

“There’s a lot of talk like that these days. But still, she’s impressive for her age, isn’t she?”

“Objectively, yes. But the public’s expectations have become too high. They’ve seen what she can do.”

“I personally find it a bit sad. She’s barely an adult, and she’s risking her life in dungeons with all eyes on her.”

“What life-risking? You talk as if Jeong So-yeon is tackling Level 7 or 8 dungeons. She’s just a Level 6 Awakened.”

“Well, still…”

Just then, the surroundings suddenly became noisy.

The two reporters stopped their conversation and looked around.

‘What?’

Then Oh saw the Awakened from the Ara Hongryeon Guild coming out of the dungeon.

‘What? They failed again? Even with the Predator joining them?’

It was unthinkable.

Especially since they had only been in the dungeon for 27 hours.

Click! Click!

A flurry of camera shutters followed.

Oh quickly gestured to the Awakened News’s cameraman to turn on the recorder and ran forward.

Jeong So-yeon was leading the group as she emerged.

“Awakened Jeong So-yeon! Did you fail again? How can you fail a Level 4 dungeon twice…”

But Oh’s words were cut off.

The Awakened following her were dragging out the corpse of an unidentified monster.

“What is that?”

The corpse was so striking that it captured everyone’s attention.

It fluttered with a translucent body, resembling a giant stingray.

Koong!

‘Hup!’

Startled by someone landing next to him, Oh suddenly sat down.

A fierce aura made Oh’s body stiffen.

“Who…”

A hostile energy enveloped the place.

The sound of camera shutters ceased, and everyone froze.

The man who dominated the crowd.

“Failed, you say?”

Kang Hanul grinned menacingly.

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Survival 84

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“Welcome.”

Fern.

No, Wolbaek, the regional chief of the Central Thieves Guild, cocked her head at me.

Her faded blond hair and strong jawline were reflected in her dark eyes.

Soon, the corners of her eyes, revealed above her folding fan, curved beautifully.

“You’ve dyed your hair and become more robust. Even your demeanor has changed. Apart from your voice, I wouldn’t have recognized you, and it hasn’t been long since we parted.”

“How could that be.”

I promptly threw off the wig in a natural gesture of flattery.

And with it, the pieces of leather I had over my face.

“Hmm. My room was just cleaned, and now it’s going to be dirty again. It’s going to be troublesome to welcome guests.”

Including the fluff I stuffed inside my clothes for disguise.

As those flurries danced around the room, Wolbaek’s complexion solidified in real-time.

But I just shrugged nonchalantly.

It’s her fault for teasing me so shamelessly despite knowing such inconveniences.

“There are other guests in line. This is troublesome.”

“Ha-ha. Maybe we can do something with this dressing table for now?”

“Let’s go with that for now.”

Wolbaek, who had shown a troubled expression, silently passed it off with a wry smile.

The debt of life.

In the Manhett Empire, for curing Hanhyul syndrome, a disease deemed incurable, she was quite lenient towards me.

Me? I’m also generous towards her, in my own way, following my standards.

“Anyway, you came in a hurry. As far as I know, the dormitory head here is someone who bristles at the sight of nobles.”

“Given the importance of the matter. It was tough pretending to be a devout religious follower to avoid the warden’s obstruction, but you know? The value of information secured in advance.”

In the original story, it might have been half or less significant, but for me, it’s about Luciana’s fate at the academy, which could go either way.

Reconfirming the information I knew from the original story.

And the potential appearance of characters I might not know.

Considering all that, I had requested information from her.

“You’re cautious.”

“Thank you for the compliment. So, what about the information on the students?”

She pulled out an antique scroll from the long sleeves characteristic of the East and handed it over.

“Here it is. This document briefly summarizes key students entering the academy this year.”

Standing with her fists on her hips and shrugging her shoulders, there was a sense of pride in her profession.

However.

“Seriously?”

Am I supposed to unroll this scroll every time I want to check the documents?

Seriously?

“You don’t understand romance.”

When I stared at her intently, she sighed and pulled a bundle of documents from her other sleeve.

I quickly scanned the documents, focusing on the listed names.

[Garon Manhett]

[Luke Daimon]

[Theodor Treha]

These three names caught my eye first.

‘As expected, all the male lead candidates are at the top.’

The chosen individuals connected to the original protagonist.

Following were detailed descriptions of each character.

As the main characters of the game, their appearances hardly needed rating.

All possessing perfect features as if painted, with tall and handsome appearances.

“Ugh, how annoying.”

“……?”

“Ah, I forgot there was someone watching. Let’s pretend you didn’t hear my unguarded thoughts.”

Wolbaek nodded silently at the customer’s request.

However, she couldn’t hide her smirk, even though she kept her mouth shut.

I also pretended not to notice.

Just as Oparn had done with his kind nature and occasionally melancholic eyes.

The other male leads also had their own charms.

Luke, gentlemanly on the surface but a cunning snake inside, perhaps even more so than a seasoned noble.

Theodor, young and passionate, shouting about honor, brotherhood, and justice.

And the one who is cold to others but warm only to the protagonist, a guy without manners.

Moreover, they had one more advantage that Oparn didn’t — their background.

Wolbaek, fluttering her fan, casually mentioned,

“By the way, this year’s freshmen could rightly be called a golden era. Not to mention the crown prince, but to have the scions of all the ducal families from every region in one batch.”

“…Indeed. The dean must be having a headache, to receive such high-profile individuals.”

Yes.

The royal family of the Central, the Treha ducal family from the East, the Daimon ducal family from the South…

Not only of the noblest birth but also possessing outstanding abilities, it made sense they topped the document.

[Luciana Speda]

[Camilla Loberk]

Below them were the daughters of ducal families I was well aware of,

[Oparn]

[Riki Circleia]

‘She really has good information.’

Promising new mercenaries appearing like comets and the successors of the Magic Tower.

And all the potential male lead candidates were included without omission.

‘I wish the saintess would end up with a male lead other than the crown prince.’

Ah, of course, it’s the same for Luciana not to end up with the crown prince.

It’s merely my wish for Luciana’s happy future.

‘Indeed, it’s necessary to keep probing.’

With the royal family as the strongest backing, at this point, his apparent advantages would far outweigh his irredeemable flaws.

At the very least, to the extent that the protagonist would frown upon just seeing the crown prince.

It was crucial to drive a wedge between them firmly.

“Excellent work. I’m pleased.”

“Hehe, no, it’s not just you. Many people want this information, so I took care of it while I was at it.”

Of course, I gave you the best information, she implied with a playful wink, which I chose to ignore as I delved into thought.

After all.

The academy itself is a massive social arena.

Even simple information like whether someone is from the imperial faction or the nobility faction would be helpful.

‘Especially since most are ignorant about other regions aside from their own ducal families.’

This ignorance makes the Thieves Guild thrive in handling information.

Just looking at Wolbaek, who took a hefty sum from me, her cherry lips puckered at 2 and 10 o’clock, it was easy to guess.

As I was about to ask something,

“You know why the saintess isn’t included. Of course, I deliberately omitted the name of my benefactor.”

“I express my gratitude.”

Her response came back neatly and sensibly, fitting for a competent individual.

I should be supporting Luciana from behind.

Having my name on such a document would do me no good, likely for the same reason the saintess’s information wasn’t handled.

‘Selling information but getting marked by the temple would be a loss far greater than the gain.’

“However, I can’t interfere with requests from other branches, so it might be mentioned there.”

“Do you think I’m that significant? I’m merely a third son of a baronial family.”

“You lack self-awareness. You’ve already become a controversial figure who emerged like a comet, to the extent that other branches have asked for cooperation multiple times. Aren’t you the champion of that martial contest?”

I turned away from Wolbaek, who countered my argument with facts.

Avoiding unfavorable topics was basic in conversation.

“Ahem! And this is an urgent request I have for you.”

“Oh, we always welcome additional requests from our premium customers. As long as you have the corresponding amount ready.”

Was it my imagination?

Her black eyes seemed to flicker momentarily with the gleam of gold coins.

“…Is there no discount?”

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have taken off my disguise.’

Considering my servant’s salary and the money earned from moonlighting as a thief were barely enough.

Feeling a belated regret, I awkwardly smiled.

***

“Hmm~.”

Even while mopping the floor, Bathory couldn’t stop the humming that bubbled up.

‘The first tribute from a minion. Never before have I found work hours this hard to endure.’

In truth, she had experienced tributes countless times before.

During her reign as a regional ruler.

Tributes towards herself, the ruler, piled up like mountains every other day.

Countless relics whose names were hard to remember.

Mountains of gold and platinum stacked high.

High-quality blood from monsters and demons.

The sweet scent of blood swirling in a glass…

As she reminisced about her past glory, she now wrung out a mop.

With a sweep, suddenly.

The floor being cleaned so neatly was quite satisfying.

‘Back then, even when I received something valuable, I felt no excitement.’

Perhaps it was because there was no lack of them, as if they were as common as dust.

Or perhaps it was because it was a tribute from her first vassal.

Bathory herself couldn’t distinguish the reason.

However, there was no denying that she was enjoying the moment…

“Keep it down. You’re interrupting my enjoyment of the tea.”

Such a disturbance shattered her happiness.

Bathory glared at a woman who, even at a glance, was sitting at a stark, undecorated table leisurely drinking the tea she had made.

“…Such a narrow-minded master. How can you earn the loyalty of your subordinates if you treat your maid so poorly?”

“Hmph. I have no need for the loyalty of demons. So, as I commanded, quietly do your job properly.”

Grinding her teeth in secret, she dipped the now dirty rag back into the water.

Always bitter in her tasks, her nature was truly narrow-minded.

‘Frost Mane, you need to broaden your vision.’

What can be done?

A contractor must know how to generously embrace even the mistakes of their vassal.

Imagining a bright future that would someday arrive, Bathory had already cooled her anger.

-Knock knock.

“Excuse me, Lady Luciana. May I enter?”

Just in time, a person who could melt this cold conflict appeared, turning not only the warrior’s descendant but also her head towards the door.

“Come in.”

Under her permission, he showed himself from beyond the door.

“You’re late. Did you gather the information successfully?”

“Of course. Even the lowliest ones have their uses. I’ve obtained it from those who specialize in handling information among them.”

Just as she was about to join the conversation with her vassal in a welcoming mood.

“Well done. You can leave for today.”

The warrior’s descendant coldly decreed.

Though it was called leaving, Bathory saw it clearly.

‘Tell my servant to stop bothering me and leave the room.’

The despicable command to leave was as cold as winter.

“What are you doing? Didn’t I tell you to leave? I have important matters to discuss with my servant, not for a maid to overhear.”

“I’m sorry, Lady Bathory. It’s certainly a conversation that requires secrecy.”

And cruelly,

The vassal also said with a troubled expression.

“…Understood.”

Normally, she might have slammed the door to express her feelings.

-Did you get it? A maid must always hide her emotions in front of her master!

Perhaps it was thanks to the etiquette training forcibly taught by the head servant.

Instinctively, she closed the door as gently as possible.

“…Displeasing.”

Only after returning to her room did Bathory honestly express her feelings.

The rudeness committed by the descendant of the warrior was less displeasing than the bitter smile shown to her by her only vassal.

“Couldn’t you side with me, just for a moment…”

The fluffy mood crashed into a mire in an instant.

A profound sadness washed over her as she hugged her knees together, contemplating her own situation.

Then, suddenly, the firmly locked door opened without any warning.

“An intruder? Dare to invade my quarters.”

It was a fortunate moment.

Just as a sharp magical power was gathering at her fingertips, since contract magic did not reach this place,

“And your alarm spell, too. You really should pay more attention to security.”

The tension she had built up relaxed at the sight of the intruder, who was now grinning at her.

“…What are you doing here?”

Upon reflection,

She was the one who would visit, never having been visited by Frost Mane, and her complaints about him quickly turned into a terse tone.

“What other reason would I have to come here, if not to see Lady Bathory?”

‘What?!’

An unexpectedly warm, almost scalding hand overlapped with her own.

Just as that hand was about to leave, bringing a sense of loss,

Something slid into her hand.

“Didn’t I tell you? I was preparing the finishing touch to the tribute.”

“This is…?”

“A gift solely for Lady Bathory, who, like me, has a discerning taste in gourmet experiences.”

Bathed in the glow of the full moon shining through the window,

Frost Mane spread his arms wide.

“A platinum chain to complement your blonde hair and enhance your beauty, Lady Bathory! Indeed, my taste was correct! You look absolutely beautiful!”

He was always a man of flattery, but this time, Bathory could recognize,

That this compliment was sincere.

“And it doesn’t stop there. Try touching the jewel in the middle.”

The centerpiece of the necklace,

The gem, reflecting a brilliant red light, fell out as soon as she touched it.

“Such poor preparation for you. It lacks durability… Such a shame for the ruby set as a decoration.”

“Ha ha, how could that be? It’s all intentional. It’s something more meaningful than a ruby. Why don’t you try biting it?”

Biting into a hard jewel?

Surprised by the absurd response, her true thoughts inadvertently slipped out.

“I can never understand your diet.”

“It’s a request from your vassal. Just try it once, pretending to be fooled. For a gourmet like Lady Bathory, you’ll understand it in no time!”

Bathory smirked at the exaggerated praise that elevated her status.

“Fine. With that kind of dedication, I’ll give it a try…”

However, her words were cut off before she could finish.

Crunch—

Under the sharp fangs, the sensation of crumbling followed by

The concentrated sweetness enveloping her tongue.

The pleasant feeling of fullness filled her blood pouch.

It was the supreme delicacy she had tasted before, making Bathory’s rose-colored pupils fully bloom.

“Ah…!”

“Ta-da. It wasn’t a ruby, but a magic stone filled with my blood. How does it taste to you?”

The phrase ‘to your taste’ was an understatement.

The crispy texture added to the sweet, rich, and fragrant flavor.

Not even the finest wine could possess such taste.

This surprise was truly a first in Bathory’s life.

“Such a necklace should pose no problem to conceal within your attire. I will continue to provide you with such jewels from time to time. As demons like us, let’s survive well in the lands of humans.”

“…Hehe, mere words.”

“Not at all. The enrollment ceremony tomorrow, and someday the graduation ceremony as well. You will always be by my shadow, won’t you?”

His pale neck, spouting such smooth words, caught her eye.

A neck that her fangs should someday penetrate and claim as her own was unprotectedly showcasing its beauty.

“Leave it to me. I will protect you from anyone who tries to harm you.”

Such actions would surely only be before her.

The sorrow from moments ago melted away as if it were snow.

A deep connection with her vassal that no one else could infringe upon.

Just confirming that was satisfaction enough for Bathory.

“Having received such a tribute, I cannot simply stand by. I have something to pass on to you.”

“Hm?”

Toward Frost Mane, who tilted his head slightly, Bathory smiled, revealing her fangs.

“Though it may be a bit early, shall we discuss the next stage of blood magic?”

Her red eyes, reflecting the full moon, glamorously shone their light.

The loneliness and gloom from before had long been washed away.

Bathory, extending a hand to her precious vassal, smiled joyfully.

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“You’ve worked hard, Bayron. Now, why don’t you go back inside?”

“Thank you, Sir Julian. But… given the recent events, could there be a reduction in my…?”

Before Bayron could finish his futile attempt at negotiation, I had him sent back to confinement. After receiving salutes from the guards who manned the prison, I exited the royal palace. On my way out, I brought the sleeve of my coat to my nose to smell it.

The intense fragrance of Mingyue Hall was enough to give me a headache, and I was not pleased by its persistence.

‘I wish I could go back and change my clothes right now.’

My body was rejecting the smell in an almost bizarre fashion. I’ve never been fond of strong perfumes, and fortunately, it seems ‘Julian’ shares that trait.

‘Was it too hasty of a decision?’

Suddenly, the favor I left in Trale’s hands began to worry me. Although the likelihood of her animal-based surveillance being discovered was low, the possibility of ‘just in case’ still existed.

‘The current Hayden Reich is nothing like his character in the original story.’

I’ve never actually seen him, but his actions so far are too erratic to fit the mold of a ‘protagonist.’ He has neglected his duties as the ‘Black Knight,’ abandoning both the royal court and the rites of the heirlooms, as if he’s not the ‘main character’ at all.

‘I need to understand his intentions.’

If I’m not careful, the story I know might take an unexpected turn.

“Julian.”

While lost in thought, I heard someone call my name. Turning around, I was surprised to see a familiar face in such an unexpected place.

“Sir Pintel, you look terrible.”

It was Pintel Agrath, who had recently had a rough encounter with the Black Knight.

His appearance under the flickering streetlamp exuded an air of exhaustion. Unlike before, there was no hostility in his demeanor.

It seems he hasn’t yet realized that I am the ‘Black Knight.’

“It appears the matter you mentioned before hasn’t resolved well. I heard you were dragged off by the military police.”

“Yes, I just got released. That’s why I look like this…”

“You were released quite quickly for someone who was caught at the scene.”

“It’s because I’m a noble. There was no evidence linking me to the ‘Dawn Society.'”

Noble.

That word alone conveyed so much, painfully so. The ‘Dusk Flame’ is the empire’s finest forge, run by the top craftsmen, but after all, he’s still a commoner.

‘Given the situation, it’s impossible to think of Pintel as a member of the Dawn Society.’

They would just think of it as another example of noble tyranny.

“That aside, ‘the scene’… Julian, you talk as if you were there.”

Oops, I slipped up in my words.

I circumvented by adding, “I had to stop by there momentarily. Sir Pintel, your ordeal seemed to cause quite a stir. Anyway, it seems you have failed again.”

“Damn it, not him again.”

“Him?”

“The one who took my ‘soul stone’ before!”

“Who might that be?”

I knew exactly who he was talking about, but I feigned ignorance and asked again.

“The Black Knight, that’s who!”

I sighed internally.

‘Hearing that name directly makes me feel somewhat embarrassed.’

Artur did the same, and why does the tone intensify every time they mention ‘The Black Knight’?

Is the real person not supposed to think about it?

Surely, he wouldn’t think I am right beside him.

“Damn it, I get that he has a grudge against us, but why is it always me who has to suffer these humiliations?”

Pintel was fuming, his hands trembling.

‘Well, his grievances are somewhat understandable, sorry.’

Currently, ‘The Black Knight’ is bizarrely interfering with Pintel’s affairs.

And the reason is…

‘He doesn’t know that he’s openly talked about it right in front of me.’

I felt a twinge of sympathy.

But what can I do?

Originally, he should have died but survived, so he must overcome this ordeal, though he doesn’t know that.

“Next time we meet, I’ll make sure he’s dead!”

Pintel muttered with eyes ablaze, unable to contain his boiling rage.

I’m sorry.

I’m right in front of you.

“Next time, huh? Sounds like something only a defeated trash would say.”

I turned my head as this rough interjection cut through our conversation.

Looking into the eyes of the speaker, I inwardly cursed.

‘Gérard Ocléan.’

Several members of the Dawn Society possess risks comparable to the current Arch Bishop, ‘Tenellon.’

One of them is ‘Gérard Ocléan’, who would later be discussed as a potential leader of the Dawn Society after Tenellon’s death at the hands of ‘The Black Knight.’

‘Originally, he should be managing the western division of the empire’s Dawn Society, so what is he doing here?’

After a moment of thought, I realized why.

In the western part of the Adratan Empire lies ‘The Holy Nation of Fernand.’

Recently, for reasons unknown, the ‘Sword Saint’ headed towards ‘The Holy.’

‘Perhaps he came to the capital to avoid direct friction with the Sword Saint.’

Given Gérard’s aggressive nature, he likely planned to confront the ‘Sword Saint’ directly. However, his appearance in the capital could also mean that ‘Tenellon’ himself had summoned him.

“Indeed, that’s something a defeated trash would say, right? Hahaha!”

Gérard laughed loudly, his gums fully exposed, showing several gold-plated teeth as he looked around at his followers.

“Be careful with your words, Sir Gérard. Unlike before, I hold a ‘Bishop’ rank now.”

“A Bishop? This fool hasn’t heard the news yet! Are you that deaf?”

Gérard’s venomous tone turned Pintel’s face bright red, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Gérard seemed unfazed by Pintel’s reaction. Despite being a noble, Gérard’s demeanor was more akin to that of a street thug than that of nobility.

“Your Bishop position has been revoked.”

“What?”

“Did you think there would be no consequences for failing to secure the soul stone, and for proceeding alone without reporting to Sir Tenellon on your operations?”

Gérard chuckled briefly.

Insulted by Gérard’s remarks, Pintel’s fists trembled even more. Observing this, Gérard shrugged his shoulders and then shifted his gaze to me.

“Speaking of which, a late greeting! The laughing executioner! I am Gérard Ocléan, responsible for the western division.”

“Yes, I’m well aware, Sir Gérard. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Haha, I never imagined you would join us.”

Gérard approached with a completely different demeanor than he had with Pintel, extending his hand for a handshake, which I, of course, did not accept.

This man, ‘Gérard Ocléan’, uses all sorts of cowardly tactics as a Bishop in the Dawn Society, and he’s notably one of the worst.

There’s a story where ‘Linne’ was rendered immobile when she accepted a handshake from him, unaware that his gloves were laced with paralyzing agents.

“Sorry, but I have no interest in shaking hands with men.”

Unintentionally, my tone was laced with disdain.

“Ha, you’re as harsh as ever.”

Gérard spoke as if he knew me, although there’s no recollection in the game of Julian and Gérard being acquainted, except for the incident in the Holy Nation.

“Is that truly a word from the mouth of an Arch Bishop…?”

In the middle of our conversation, Pintel interjected, his face filled with confusion. Dark circles were prominent under his eyes, which were visibly agitated.

“It can’t be! Such a thing can’t be possible…”

“Face the reality, Pintel, haven’t you failed twice now?”

Before Pintel could finish his incredulous question, a sharp murderous intent began emanating from Gérard.

In an instant, he drew a dagger from his waist.

Clang!

I parried Gérard’s dagger with my scabbard. Sparks flew, casting a brief light that illuminated Pintel’s darkened face.

“Hi, hiik…!”

Startled, Pintel couldn’t stand properly and collapsed onto the spot. Gérard, seeing this, scoffed and then turned his attention to me.

“Unexpected?”

His face, bulldog-like, truly seemed to carry an air of surprise.

…Uh…

I felt the same way.

This reaction was likely due to the aversion to ‘Gérard’ as a character and a body sensitive to murderous intents.

“I might have overlooked it if it were Elenora or Dantes, but I didn’t expect you to just let it pass.”

“Even so, I do take great care of my colleagues. Regardless of how lacking Sir Pintel may be, he’s still a ‘colleague’, isn’t he?”

“Just for that reason? The Laughing Executioner?”

“Heh. It seems you’ve forgotten that I am affiliated with the ‘Closed Eyes’. I can’t just ignore ‘a noble being murdered’ right on the streets of the empire, can I?”

Thus, I spun my reason for blocking his surprise attack.

It was clearly an action not typical of ‘Julian.’

“Clever lad.”

Watching me, Gérard added a comment before shifting his gaze back to Pintel.

Pintel, who had a stunned expression until a moment ago, bit his lip hard when his eyes met Gérard’s.

“You, you bastard, what are you…!”

“What’s the matter, Pintel? It was just a harmless joke, haha!”

With a hearty laugh, Gérard left the scene with his soldiers.

Watching his back, Pintel slowly got up and staggered off towards a dark alley, powerless.

‘I feel somewhat guilty.’

If Gérard was right about the bishopric being revoked, then I probably played a significant part in that.

***

“Sir Julian, did you happen to visit the slums?”

The next day, while I was handling some minor paperwork for the ‘Closed Eyes’, Razlot cautiously asked me.

“How did you know?”

I was momentarily taken aback.

This guy, was he tailing me? No, I can assert with certainty that there was no one following me after I entered the slums yesterday.

So, how did he find out?

“Ah, Eren told me about it. He’s a child who stays at the Genmel Orphanage, and occasionally becomes my informant.”

Ah, that must be the kid who guided me to Mingyun Hall.

“Yes, I have visited. I had some personal matters to attend to.”

“By personal matters, you mean…”

Razlot opened his mouth, seemingly flustered for reasons unknown.

“Is it related to the rumors circulating within the Dawn Society recently?”

Rumors within the Dawn Society?

I wasn’t entirely sure, but the mere mention of ‘rumors’ by Razlot caused a slight tremble under my eyes.

Recently, there were several rumors of note within the ‘Dawn Society’, but the one most closely related to me was undoubtedly ‘The Black Knight’.

“I asked if it has to do with the rumors?”

“Are you talking about the Black Knight?”

“Yes.”

Razlot cautiously nodded in response to my question.

Trying to maintain my composure, I opened my mouth again.

“I’m curious about what my visit to the slums has to do with the Black Knight.”

“That is…”

Razlot hesitated slightly in his response. At that moment, I felt my hands becoming clammy.

“It is said that the identity of the Black Knight has been discovered.”

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Strike 115

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Duke Luckburg.

The letter he sent through Luke contained many stories unfolding at the border.

From showing off the power by gathering the nobles under the blue sky to the small wars that were fought regularly.

At the end of the letter, it was written:

“I want them to feel the way I felt when I met you at the royal court.”

Hyun-soo was puzzled.

Why was he, who had been demoted, suddenly supporting Barad?

Luke explained it to him.

“The intention of my father and His Majesty was the same: to protect the small kingdom of Goyard. However, their methods were different. That’s what led to those events.”

Luke looked at Hyun-soo with admiration.

“After hearing that you were serving under the king, he made a decision and was demoted. But in the Arham domain, my father came to understand His Majesty’s will.”

Hyun-soo wore a surprised expression.

Was it really just because of him that all this happened?

“My father dreams of a Goyard kingdom where the sword and the blacksmith’s power coexist.”

Hyun-soo immediately sent a reply.

If Duke Luckburg wanted an overwhelming appearance like before, how should it be made?

Fortunately, Nel was nearby the border.

[Nel: The nobles from the Praham kingdom keep showing up, and the morale of the Goyard kingdom is decreasing. A third knight has just fallen.]

While listening to her report, Hyun-soo quickly rode towards the border.

Upon reaching the border, Nel said,

[Nel: Although it’s not a real war, breaking the enemy’s morale will greatly help in gaining territory and titles.]

And Hyun-soo knew how to break the enemy’s morale.

[Hyun-soo: What level is the descendant of Spear Heaven?]

[Nel: 340. Unfortunately, it seems difficult to defeat the descendant of Spear Heaven. He is now armed with unique artifacts. Even his spear is the closest to legendary.]

Hyun-soo’s current level was only 258.

The level difference was over 80.

Then, something crossed Hyun-soo’s mind.

[Hyun-soo: Let’s try it, I have a way. Guild members, what are you doing now?]

After outlining his plan, Hyun-soo stood by Barad’s side.

He gave a small smile at the surprised expression on Barad’s face.

“Let’s go.”

[The morale of our allies greatly increases.]

[Your actions have reconnected the long-severed ties between Barad and the eight most noble families of the kingdom.]

[A new story begins.]

Ding!

[Sudden Quest: The Last Knight]

Rank: S

Restriction: The person who triggered the new episode

Reward: Kingdom contribution, Spear Heaven’s heart.

Penalty if failed: Decreased intimacy with Barad, Spear Heaven.

Description: Completely overturn the tide of the small war by winning against the descendant of Spear Heaven.

And Hyun-soo wore a puzzled expression.

It was good for Hyun-soo, who was going to fight the descendant of Spear Heaven anyway, that the quest notification popped up.

But what he didn’t understand was this:

‘Spear Heaven’s heart?’

For now, Hyun-soo faced the descendant of Spear Heaven and said,

“The Last Knight. I am Viscount  Hyun-soo.”

***

Special User Management Team.

Lee Se-jin, along with Kim Tae-seok and Lee Ji-hee, were present.

Tae-seok tapped on the keyboard.

Comprehensive data metrics of Hyun-soo and the descendant of Spear Heaven appeared on the monitor screen.

[Descendant of Spear Heaven: 14,100.]

[Hyun-soo: 11,711.]

These data metrics are similar to an NPC’s level.

An NPC’s level is a comprehensive data of the power of skills, physical attack and defense power, and the artifacts worn.

“He can’t win.”

Kim Tae-seok said with a voice full of certainty.

Lee Ji-hee also nodded her head this time.

“The difference is 2,300. Moreover, the descendant of Spear Heaven is a person of great skill.”

The only thing not represented by this data is skill.

The problem is that Hyun-soo’s swordsmanship and combat abilities are only slightly above average.

But the descendant of Spear Heaven is the best spearman personally selected by Spear Heaven.

Yes, the data clearly shows it.

Hyun-soo will lose.

“It seems there is no suitable method.”

Divine Emergency Creation.

Hyun-soo has that special power. In addition, he also has the power called “Counter.”

The problem is that both Counter and Emergency Creation have a casting time.

An average of 7 seconds. Even at its fastest, it’s 2 seconds.

The problem is, in that short time, the descendant of Spear Heaven would already have his spear through Hyun-soo’s neck.

Lee Se-jin stroked his chin and said,

“It will be a pity for Hyun-soo as a player.”

The reward mentioned, Spear Heaven’s heart.

Hyun-soo didn’t know, but it was content created by Barad through the assassin Brock’s influence on Ben.

Winning this duel would not only increase Hyun-soo’s contribution in the Goyard kingdom but also open up many possibilities for rewards.

“Praham Kingdom is a nation of blacksmiths, so there are really a lot of materials. What do you guys think is the material that Hyun-soo as a player needs the most?”

Lee Ji-hee and Kim Tae-seok.

Both of them said at the same time,

“Minor World Tree.”

“Minor World Tree.”

“It seems we all have the same thought.”

Yes, the Minor World Tree.

What would it be used for?

It can be used for making bows and spear shafts.

And this Minor World Tree is the finest material yet to be obtained by players for making bows and spears.

Gaining Ben’s heart opens up endless possibilities.

Not just the Minor World Tree.

Lee Se-jin also had something he couldn’t understand.

‘Why did the sudden quest appear?’

The comprehensive data they saw clearly states that Hyun-soo will lose.

The skill gap is too wide to close.

But a sudden quest is different from a normal quest.

A normal quest gives the possibility that it can be gradually resolved later, giving hope.

However, a sudden quest is triggered if there’s even a 1% possibility right now.

‘What could that possibility be?’

In the end, the Special User Management Team and Blue Corp are human.

The supercomputer Ares always watches billions of users and remembers the data it has made.

Then.

Zzzing-

Lee Se-jin felt the vibration of his phone.

His phone was special.

Special events that might happen in Ares often appear as messages.

[Wolf’s egg absorbs nutrition rate through the duel between user Hyun-soo and the descendant of Spear Heaven.]

The current nutrition rate created by user Hyun-soo is 31%.

Even this is enough for a sub-boss level wolf to be born.

‘Certainly, it would be something that could increase the nutrient ratio of the wolf’s egg.’

The more spectacularly he won, the higher the nutrient ratio Hyun-soo would gain.

‘How much would it increase if we win?’

Lee Se-jin watched the screen intently.

***

The descendant of Spear Heaven, Frak, frowned upon meeting the person who introduced himself as Viscount  Hyun-soo.

Glancing to the side, he could see Spear Heaven’s lip movements.

‘It’s the current blacksmith Hyun.’

Through the name Hyun-soo and stories, Spear Heaven also recognized him as the protagonist of the rumors.

He reminisced about the spear he received as a gift from Spear Heaven.

(Ouroboros Spear)

Grade: Unique

Durability: 7,000/7,000

Attack Power: 451

Restriction: 300~450, Spearman

Special Abilities:

·Spear attack power increased by 23%.

·Spear mastery level increased by 5.

·Passive skill Fearless Snake.

·Passive skill Snake’s Spear.

·Active skill Snake Explosion.

·Active skill Snake Festival.

·Ouroboros ego imbued.

·Snake appearance effect.

Description: A masterpiece created by an outstanding blacksmith of the Praham Kingdom, closest to legend. It exhibits the actual power of legends when it hasn’t met its match.

The spear bestowed by the king was exceptional.

‘Do you issue a challenge with such a spear in hand?’

Was this meant for him, who possessed this amazing spear?

At this moment, Frak believed himself to be invincible.

And then Hyun said,

“You are wearing some great stuff, aren’t you?”

Frak misunderstood,

Thinking it was a sarcastic remark about winning through the power of artifacts.

Frak loudly said,

“An artifact is also a nation’s power, and if a knight possesses it, it’s his power, isn’t it! How can you speak ill of wearing good artifacts!?”

Laughter spread from the Praham Kingdom camp.

And the Goyard Kingdom camp agreed as well.

Frak looked at his spear with affection.

Chiieee-

The shape of a snake flickering and disappearing.

The offspring of Ouroboros imbued in this spear was special.

It never trembles in fear even when meeting a worthy opponent.

Moreover, as long as it does not encounter a superior artifact, it grows infinitely stronger under the passive skill ‘Fearless Snake,’ unleashing the power of legend.

And now, the snake.

[The Ouroboros Spear shows its ferocity as it hasn’t found its match.]

[It exerts greater power than usual.]

It displayed its usual arrogance.

Slowly, a soldier’s hand was raised to the sky.

And Frak’s face, who had been sneering at Hyun-soo, stiffened.

“Hoooh…”

Tremendous pressure began to emanate from the stance he took.

***

[Descendant of Spear Heaven Frak Lv.340]

Hyun-soo calmly breathed.

He was aware,

The difference between him and the descendant of Spear Heaven Frak was clear.

But he remembered what he learned from the Sword King Barad.

‘Find a way out in any situation.’

That breakthrough. His own plan was already being realized.

Activating the swordsmanship taught by the Sword King, a mirage briefly dominated the battlefield.

The moment the soldier lowered his hand, the duel began.

Gwaaaang-!

Frak’s spear and Hyun-soo’s sword strike fiercely collided.

Chiii-!

As the spear was blocked, a snake suddenly appearing from the shaft bit Hyun-soo.

Crack-!

[HP drops below 94%.]

It wasn’t just a simple defeat.

As taught by Barad,

And according to Hyun-soo’s growth.

“Snake Festival.”

“Cry of the Sword.”

Both unleashed endless attacks and retreated, unfolding them simultaneously.

Snake Festival, the power of hundreds of snakes becoming spears and moving.

Kukwakwakwakwakwak-!

Hyun-soo was endlessly penetrated.

However, it wasn’t just Hyun-soo.

The descendant of Spear Heaven also suffered massive damage.

[HP falls below 60%.]

[The descendant of Spear Heaven’s HP falls below 80%.]

But the difference in power between Hyun-soo and Spear Heaven was clear.

‘Even if we attack the same number of times…’

Hyun-soo’s HP had dropped significantly more, and the descendant of Spear Heaven had more skills that exerted overwhelming power.

And although there was no Snake Festival, there was a power in the Cry of the Sword.

[All senses of those recognized as enemies within a 20m radius are paralyzed for 3 seconds.]

Frak made a quick decision.

‘It’s over.’

The man named Hyun must have intended to use these 3 seconds of paralysis.

To concentrate all his power into a single, critical strike within those 3 seconds.

However, Frak scattered the strongest power imbued in the Ouroboros Spear.

That was the Snake Explosion.

Chiieee-

Dozens of snakes dispersed from his spear, and at the same time, Frak was paralyzed.

The snakes would explode upon touching an enemy.

One of the snakes that leaped forward exploded first.

Kwaaaang-!

A blast of debris and a cloud of dust filled Spear Heaven’s view.

Watching snakes crawl through the dust, the descendant of Spear Heaven anticipated the imminent series of explosions and then wore a puzzled expression.

‘Hawks? Why are hawks suddenly flying in?’

Two hawks flew into the dust.

Soon, a shocking notification was heard.

[The Ouroboros Spear confronts a legend.]

[The spear is afraid.]

The spear he held.

The spear was feeling fear in response to the artifact worn by the opponent.

But then something even stranger happened.

The snakes crawling into the dust suddenly began to freeze.

Crrrrck-

Even more astonishing was.

[Extreme fear paralyzes the spear’s functions.]

[The Ouroboros Spear temporarily downgrades to below Unique.]

[The Ouroboros Spear temporarily downgrades to below Epic…]

[The Ouroboros Spear temporarily downgrades to below Rare…]

[The Ouroboros Spear refuses to fight against it!]

“Uh…?”

Frak’s mind flashed back to when he had shouted at Hyun-soo.

‘An artifact is also a nation’s power, and if a knight possesses it, it’s his power, isn’t it! How can you speak ill of wearing good artifacts!?’

Soon, Hyun-soo stepped forward through the dust, and Frak stepped back upon seeing the artifact he held.

***

Hyun-soo heard notifications amidst the dust.

[A gift from Lisel has arrived.]

[A gift from Bark has arrived.]

In his right hand, the Dragonlight Sword.

In his left, the Aegis.

Hyun-soo, wearing one legend and a shield closest to another legend, walked out through the dust.

[Ouroboros hides deep within the spear.]

Frak shouted in confusion.

“Come out, come out!”

The snake Ouroboros, stronger than any other snake in the world.

Frak couldn’t understand why it had run away.

Then, Hyun-soo, pointing the Dragonlight Sword at Frak, sneered.

“No snake can unfold its cunning in front of a dragon.”

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Strike 114

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Hyun-soo returned to the hospital in Jin-seop’s car.

After getting a mold of his right arm for the production of a protective glove, he sat face to face with Jin-seop.

“The protective glove will cost about 100 million won.”

It was an amount that shocked Hyun-soo.

“The right hand only plays a supporting role, but support is important, too. That’s why it’s so expensive—it’s a glove that’s as thin as possible while absorbing shocks. It will be custom-made in the USA.”

Jin-seop mentioned what he considered key.

“It’s estimated that the left hand can exert about 50% of the power compared to the past right hand. It’s slow, but let’s keep raising it so that you can get used to it, and we’ll also do rehabilitation to make the right hand more perfect for everyday use.”

There was other important information.

“How much will that treatment method, which is waiting for FDA approval, cost?”

Hyun-soo had recently heard about the possibility of this treatment method.

‘It must have been unavoidable.’

Hyun-soo was already struggling with hospital bills.

It was impossible for him to be presented with another treatment method and its costs in that situation.

“Treatments that are first introduced in the medical field are very expensive. This particular treatment involves injecting a substance to revive paralyzed nerves and gradually repair damaged muscles. You should expect it to cost about 100 million won per injection.”

Even Jin-seop thought that the amount was too excessive.

However, Hyun-soo said with a strong voice,

“I’ll receive it.”

Jin-seop was a bit surprised.

‘You’ve changed a lot.’

Jin-seop remembered how Hyun-soo used to panic at the desk over a few tens of thousands of won for medicine.

Every time he came to the hospital, he looked defeated.

But now it was different.

Hyun-soo’s confidence that he could solve the issue of hospital bills with his abilities was evident, and his expression of certainty exuded an indescribable aura.

“See you next time.”

Hyun-soo headed straight home.

On the way back, he explained what had happened to the people in the Bright Future Guild group chat who might have been worried.

[Kang Hyun-soo: I’m sorry for causing you worry.]

[Kim Hye-in: It’s okay, I’m glad everything worked out.]

[Kang Hyuk-su: That’s possible ^^ Congratulations.]

Hyun-soo smiled slightly at everyone’s congratulations.

Having returned home, Hyun-soo gathered his thoughts in front of the capsule.

In fact, when Hyun-soo realized that Barad considered him as his successor, he was puzzled.

He thought that Barad might be overestimating him.

But after visiting the Arham territory, he became confident about one thing.

‘I am qualified to stand at a higher place.’

He had been a weakling.

But not anymore.

Although it was a small elite group, the Guild Bright Future was gradually establishing its position.

And the immense size of the Hwarang Guild that he heard about from Nel.

He thought he could certainly chase after it.

What was needed for that?

‘A higher title and territory.’

Hyun-soo never forgot Nel’s words about a user being able to obtain territory and become a lord.

To keep moving forward, he needed a higher title and territory.

For that, his achievements in the Goyard Kingdom were also necessary.

But he thought of it as a problem to be solved gradually.

For now, Hyun-soo entered the capsule.

[Connecting to Ares.]

And as he connected, Hyun-soo had a puzzled expression.

Because the knight Luke he had brought with him was fidgeting.

“You’re here.”

“What’s the matter?”

At Hyun-soo’s question, Luke handed him a letter.

It was a letter sent by the Duke Luckburg.

Hyun-soo, who had parted ways with him in the game just a few days ago, read the urgently sent letter and had an intuition. ‘This is it.’

Hyun-soo judged that he must achieve great merits for his country.

He felt this was the perfect opportunity.

However, as he read the contents of the letter, his heart grew cold. “Is this happening at the border right now?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Send a letter to Duke Luckburg, tell him I will comply with his request.”

“Yes!”

Hyun-soo started preparing to leave for the borderlands.

***

With a fierce sound of clashing, a knight from the Goyard Kingdom fell, not lasting even a minute. “Not so tough after all!”

Frak, watching the opposing camp of the Praham Kingdom, smiled confidently as he saw Spear Heaven smile slightly.

“Wow!”

The soldiers of the Praham Kingdom cheered passionately at their victory.

In contrast, the Goyard Kingdom, having lost three times in a row, seemed to have significantly lowered morale.

The Praham Kingdom and the Goyard Kingdom often engaged in nerve-wracking events at the border, but neither wanted a full-scale war and thus, engaged in minor conflicts.

This small war has been going on for seven years.

Knights who had not been barons for more than a year from each country were selected to compete, five from each side, in a tournament style.

‘I’ve waited for this day, Barad.’

3 : 3.

For six years, the two countries had been evenly matched.

And for the seventh year, today, Spear Heaven had made extensive preparations.

The one representing them was none other than Frak, a descendant of Spear Heaven, essentially his trained disciple.

Rumors were rife that Spear Heaven’s descendant had already risen to much higher ranks.

These rumors were spread by Spear Heaven Ben himself.

Moreover, the Praham Kingdom is known as the blacksmith’s nation, rich in mines and blacksmithing materials, home to many foreign guilds that adorned Spear Heaven’s descendant with artifacts closest to legend.

The Goyard Kingdom also fielded one of the top five talents of the kingdom as their first knight, but he lost miserably three times in a row.

“Despicable wretch.”

He glared at Barad sitting not far away.

Peace? He too desires it.

But who holds the reins is important.

And to think, all they offered in this process was just a blacksmith?

Of course, he liked artifacts.

If Spear Heaven and Barad were to fight now, Barad would win, because of the sword made by Hyun.

However, artifacts can have their counterpieces, and it’s highly likely that was Hyun’s counterpiece.

Then, the sound of a horn.

The second thing Spear Heaven had prepared.

Hearing the horn, Spear Heaven felt exhilarated.

It was the sound of the nobility he had summoned leading their soldiers.

Normally, neither camp would bring so many soldiers, as it was merely a place for a show of nerves.

And the owners of this horn too would typically bring only about 100~300 soldiers.

But the number wasn’t what mattered.

They are raising a flag with the emblem symbolizing a noble family of the Praham Kingdom.

It’s a show for Barad.

‘Goyard Kingdom can no longer gather strength.’

Would the disgraced nobles of the kingdom lend him their strength?

Of course, as discussed with his confidant, Barad’s relationship with Luckburg could be a small link.

The problem was that this link did not exist.

The sound of the horn echoed once more from afar.

And Ben caught Barad sitting in the chair in his sight.

Barad.

He just closed his eyes with a sigh-laden expression.

His right hand, resting on the armrest, clenched tightly.

‘Today, I hold the reins.’

This meant that Spear Heaven could start a war at any time.

Then.

The sound echoed again.

But this time, the sound was unusual.

The confidant said with an excited expression, “Your Majesty, it seems a large army is approaching.”

“Is it Duke Luward?”

Luward, the foremost noble of the Praham Kingdom, was a man who had countless nobles under him.

“It seems so. It appears he wants to bolster your spirits today.”

“…I told them to send only the minimum number of troops.”

Spear Heaven laughed at this, as if appreciating the heart of a subject who thinks of the king.

Then, the sound of the horn echoed again.

Spear Heaven looked puzzled upon hearing it.

A horse’s neighing was heard beyond the horizon.

His sharp senses caught the sound of a single horse neighing.

Soon, a man on horseback appeared over the horizon.

‘Who is that?’

He looked puzzled.

Presumably, he was from the Goyard Kingdom.

The man, galloping at full speed, was notable for his brown coat.

Flapping his coat, he quickly arrived at the Goyard Kingdom’s camp.

***

Sitting in the chair, Barad had closed his eyes.

The fourth knight was finished, “Now, only the last knight remains!”

The voice of Frak, the descendant of Spear Heaven, seemed to mock him.

The morale of the enemies was rising, while that of his own troops was dwindling.

The nobles of the Praham Kingdom appeared with the sound of the horn.

All of them had come here to protect Spear Heaven.

‘I have done what I had to do.’

Barad had to protect the throne.

That’s why he had expelled Luckburg and the nobles.

The countless people who followed him were now jeering at Barad.

‘Even so, it’s my clear fault.’

Not being able to unite them, leading everyone to scatter.

If it’s not my fault, whose fault could it be?

Once again, the nobles of the Praham Kingdom arrived.

The morale of the Praham Kingdom’s camp rose further as they shouted the names of those nobles.

Eventually, Barad slowly closed off his hearing.

He couldn’t hear anything.

Silent tranquility.

In that silence, he organized his thoughts.

Both nations want peace.

And the dominion.

That dominion must be passed to the Praham Kingdom.

How?

Barad must go first, show a small courtesy, and talk about peace.

It will be an event recorded in history.

But it was something Barad had to do.

Then, he suddenly thought, ‘In the end, I am alone.’

15 years ago, he had his children, his wife, the Duke Luckburg, and the nobles.

But in the end, he became alone like this.

Then.

“Y…our Majesty.”

An indistinct murmur was heard.

Having closed off his hearing to organize his thoughts, Barad slowly awoke from that darkness.

“Your Majesty.”

It was a familiar voice.

Finally, his closed hearing and all senses snapped awake at once.

In that moment.

“Long live His Majesty Barad!”

An unknown cheer was heard.

Armies appeared from eight locations.

The ones thought to be nobles of the Praham Kingdom.

They were all wearing armor symbolizing the Goyard Kingdom and carrying flags representing the top nobles of each kingdom.

And in front of them, mounted on horses, were the top nobles of the kingdoms.

The nobles of the kingdom, with Luckburg in the lead!

Duke Luckburg slowly nodded his head with a small smile.

Barad looked around.

The Goyard Kingdom’s army filled the horizon.

Those who surrounded the Praham Kingdom’s army.

Barad didn’t know why the demoted ones had come here.

Then he noticed Hyun-soo in front of him.

Hyun-soo, who gave a small bow, said with a youthful smile, “I will go.”

Barad’s heart warmed.

Hyun-soo, after a small bow, unsheathed his sword and walked forward.

His destination as he continued to walk, with the hem of his coat fluttering.

Standing in front of Spear Heaven’s descendant, he said, “The last knight. Viscount  Hyun-soo.”

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Act 63

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Above the head of Trale, who has bowed her head, the color of ‘fear’ is overflowing, more than full. 

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a distinct color.

‘She’s quite frightened.’

The lady, with her polite gestures, looked at me with a slight smile.

However, her smile seemed to represent her emotions; her mouth was smiling, but her eyebrows were furrowed, and her lips were faintly trembling.

“Ha, haha… Sir Julian, I swear by the sun god Solarun, that Trale has not done anything to disturb the royal mood, specifically not against the law.”

Her tone almost made me laugh.

A ‘vampire’ swearing by Solarun, the symbol of the sun, what is she trying to do?

“Ahem.”

I suppressed my emerging laughter with a fake cough to clear the air, which made her pupils shake noticeably.

“Oh, I apologize, Sir Julian. For you to personally visit this humble place, and I have neglected my duties. I have committed a grave sin.”

Though it was just a simple cough, she quickly interpreted it as my displeasure and hastily got up to pour something into an additional glass—it was the same color as the blood she had been drinking.

Could she really be thinking of serving me blood?

No matter how much ‘Julian’ sees blood, this isn’t right.

“Are you suggesting I drink this?”

“Uh? Oh… Do you dislike wine?”

Wine? Not blood?

“The specialty of Bavalde, Chateau Bavalde… If you try it, you will think all other wines you’ve had were inferior…”

Traumatized, Trale rambled on, so I quickly took the offered glass, and as she mentioned, a sweet grape scent wafted through the air and enveloped it richly.

“Sir Julian, no matter that I mainly subsist on blood, I would not serve it to you like this…”

She seemed to have guessed what I was thinking and gave an awkward smile. Indeed, she was right.

As I smelled the glass again, a rich grape aroma swept through.

Could there be poison in it?

Surely not, since Trale had just been drinking it.

“Mm.”

I took a sip and was surprised.

Actually, I don’t particularly like ‘wine’—commonly missing the ‘sweetness’, and I deeply dislike the gritty residue of grapes lingering on my tongue.

However, when I sipped the wine from Trale, it was smooth and rich, with a delightful grape taste and aroma that swept over my taste buds.

‘It’s still not something to fuss over natural quality about.’

While it tasted impressive to my cheap tastes, to ‘Julian’, who has had his fair share of expensive wines, it was more ‘mediocre’ than ‘good’.

“May I know the reason you’ve come to see me?”

Trale, seeing me set down the glass, looked slightly tense and turned her gaze towards me.

“I’ve come to ask a favor of you.”

“A favor?”

Trale tilted her head slightly in confusion.

“What is the favor? I hope it’s something I can handle.”

“It’s definitely something you can do.”

With a smile, I brushed the rim of the wine-filled glass with my hand and silently stared at Trale.

Julian’s appearance is certainly handsome, but far from likable.

And there I am, unknowingly stroking my sword.

All of this is suitable to exert silent pressure before beginning the conversation.

Gulp.

Because of this, Trale unknowingly swallowed her saliva, clenched her fist, and stared at me.

“I would like you to surveil someone for me.”

“Surveillance, you say?”

“Yes.”

The word ‘surveillance’ was not unfamiliar to her, hence she was not particularly surprised.

After all, it might be what she does best.

“If… if I agree to this favor, could you keep my being a vampire a secret?”

“Of course, I would.”

As I spoke nonchalantly, Trale sighed with relief.

“Well, that’s a relief. Surveillance is my area of confidence.”

“Yes, otherwise I wouldn’t have come here.”

“But how did you know? That I am… not human.”

“Heh, do you really want to hear?”

Just like before, I smiled and deliberately touched the sword again.

Honestly, it’s a difficult question.

‘Discussing experiences from a game would be incomprehensible, wouldn’t it?

“No, no. I won’t listen! It seems wiser not to.”

Fortunately, we avoided the cumbersome process.

Trale vehemently declined even before I could speak further.

“Wise decision.”

“Th-thank you, Sir Julian.”

With a slight bow, Trale lifted her glass to her lips.

Knowing that my purpose here was not to hunt her but to request a favor, a sense of ease flowed through her body.

“So, who is the person that our esteemed Sir Julian wants to monitor?”

“Hayden Reich, the Sword Saint.”

“Yes, the Sword Saint… cough cough.”

As she coughed briefly, wine trickled down the corner of Trale’s mouth.

“Excuse me? Did I hear you wrong?”

“Judging by your reaction, you heard correctly.”

“Could you… could you say it again, please?”

“Hayden Reich, the Sword Saint. I would like you to monitor him.”

With trembling hands, Trale set her glass down on the table.

“Sir Julian… by ‘Sword Saint’, you mean the mascot of the imperial swordsmanship, closely related to the royal family, and somehow, possessing the power of the ‘Closed Eyes’ belonging exclusively to the royal institution?”

“Exactly. He could be called a living public authority. His influence on the empire exceeds that of many nobles.”

As I continued, Trale’s face grew paler.

Her already pale complexion turned even whiter.

“What if we get caught monitoring the Sword Saint? What about the repercussions?”

What she seeks is a safe life within the capital.

But if caught spying on the ‘Sword Saint’, the storm that would follow would be unbearable for her.

Therefore, Trale fears the ‘public authority’.

Since a ‘vampire’ is not included among the imperial citizens, if her true nature is exposed, not only would she lose her place at Mingyue Hall, but she could also be expelled from the empire and lose her life.

“If it’s the Sword Saint, surely he has more power than the ‘Closed Eyes’ and connections within the royal family!”

“Miss Trale, considering failure is third-rate. Moreover, you’ve never been caught shadowing or surveilling before, have you?”

At my words, implying that I knew all along, Trale’s lips twitched slightly.

“Don’t worry too much. If by chance, my master ‘discovers’ us, I will handle it myself.”

“Handle…?”

“Are you curious?”

“No, no! I am not curious!”

Shaking her head vigorously, Trale hurriedly replied.

After being expelled as a disciple of the Sword Saint, Julian harbored a deep hatred and a desire for revenge.

It seems that even vampires are aware of this common knowledge.

Of course, although I said I would handle it, the probability of Trale’s surveillance being detected by the Sword Saint is slim.

“Whistle!”

At her whistle, a small animal flew in through the window, a nightjar with notable gray feathers.

When Trale reached out her hand, the bird perched on the back of her hand. After whispering something to it, the bird flew out through the window it had entered.

‘That’s her familiar.’

These small creatures are exactly why I came here to monitor Hayden Reich.

Like vampires known in other worlds, vampires in this universe can create familiars with their own blood, using them as extensions of themselves, borrowing their eyes and ears.

Surveillance through them is not detectable by conventional means.

These common, inconspicuous little animals do not emit any mana.

No fool would harbor hostility towards such creatures.

“I’ve said my piece. However, since the Holy Nation of Fernand is quite far, there’s nothing immediately available to know.”

“Thank you, Miss Trale.”

“Oh, no need for thanks. Serving the ‘Closed Eyes’ and the royal family is a natural duty for a citizen, isn’t it?”

She extended her hand with an awkward smile.

As we shook hands, a slight trembling transferred from her fingertips to mine.

“It’s regrettable to send you off like this, Sir Julian. Wouldn’t you rather enjoy the generous hospitality of Mingyue Hall?”

Simultaneously, an enchanting fragrance wafted from her.

She is indeed extraordinary.

As long as I know her true nature, she will inevitably be under my influence for life. No ordinary means can break this arrangement.

Only binding me would be her sole method.

‘Surely, that ‘generous hospitality’ includes such intentions.’

It could be a bribe, liquor, or something more seductive.

“I’m sorry, but have you forgotten who I am?”

I had no intention of mingling.

At my words, Trale let out an awkward smile.

“Ha, haha… Indeed, Sir Julian, you truly belong with the royal family.”

Such empty words.

***

As I descended in the elevator, I was greeted at the entrance of Mingyue Hall by Bayron, who was trembling.

“Sir Julian!”

As Bayron hurried towards me, a huge man followed him from behind.

He was the ‘vampire’ who acted as the leader of the ‘Blood Fiend Clan’ in the slums.

His name was surely Artur, wasn’t it?

“Julian.”

He called my name in a low, growling voice. More noticeable than him was his bandaged right arm.

“Seeing that you still have your hand, it seems I was too gentle with you. Why the unnecessary pride?”

“Shut up.”

His response, caught between pride and fear, came in a tone that lay somewhere in between.

“I won’t forget what happened today! Damn you.”

Somehow, his lines seemed like something a third-rate villain would say, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Heh, the nobles who have fallen by my sword used to say that too, but not one of them kept their word.”

It was a typically Julian-like response, and even as I spoke, I marveled at my own words.

“A blood-stained creature like you working directly for the royal institution. The royalty and nobles really are blind.”

So true.

I gave Artur a smile as I passed him, preparing to leave Mingyue Hall.

“Be careful, Julian. Soon someone will appear to break that high nose of yours.”

His out-of-the-blue comment made me slowly turn my head to meet Artur’s gaze.

Someone to break my nose?

Certainly, there are a few in the capital stronger than ‘Julian,’ but his use of the word ‘appeared’ suggests it’s someone recent.

Who could it be?

A sense of tension arose within me.

“Who might that be?”

“The Black Knight… you should know him.”

Ah, that guy… I know him well.

I almost cursed out loud from sheer absurdity.

“The Black Knight? Is he stronger than the Sword Saint? I am ‘Julian Crypart Frason.'”

At my words, Artur’s eyes widened, but I paid him no mind and continued preparing to leave Mingyue Hall.

“Ironic, isn’t it?”

I let the cool night air wash over me as I looked back towards the now invisible Mingyue Hall.

In the story, the ‘Sword Saint’ suspects Julian’s movements and thinks he might belong to the Dawn Society.

‘Originally, it was Hayden Reich, the protagonist, who was supposed to ask Trale for a favor.’

At the Sword Saint’s request, Trale had assigned the nightjar, the familiar I had just seen, to monitor Julian.

Everything has turned completely upside down.

‘How is this story supposed to unfold?’

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Round 16

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“Last time was extraordinary already, but if you’ve even improved the variety, I’m definitely excited!”

“Hmm. Kyu-seong. Honestly, I’m a bit anxious. I hope we haven’t messed up the original delicious tomatoes by being too greedy?”

“If that were the case, I wouldn’t have brought them.”

“Then I’m excited! Hahaha!”

The tomatoes were a kaleidoscope of colors.

Moreover, they shone so translucently that neither of them dared to taste them first.

“They really look… magical.”

“They almost seem like dungeon plants.”

Even if they were offered free samples, no one would take them.

I finally decided to demonstrate myself.

I took out a tomato and popped it into my mouth.

Like last time, it seemed to melt away, filling my mouth with a rich tomato flavor.

‘Could there be an addictive substance in this?’

In fact, before coming out of the dungeon, I had unknowingly eaten several. It was hard to resist, but I felt better after some time.

However, once I ate another, it was hard to stop my hand again.

I ended up taking out another one.

“Kyu-seong?”

“Ah, okay, that’s enough now…”

Hmm? Why is that?

I looked down at my hand and saw it clutching a handful of tomatoes.

Gulp.

I swallowed the mouthful of tomatoes and hurriedly explained.

“I, I didn’t mean to… It just happened… haha.”

“Hmm.”

Kang Hanul picked up a tomato I offered and ate it. Then, he bulged his eyes and glared at the bag of tomatoes in my hand.

“Kyu-seong  give me one too.”

“Here you go.”

Just as I was about to hand over a tomato, another hand swiftly snatched it away.

“Hey! Kang Hanul!”

“Yum yum.”

Annoyed, Kang Hanul had already brought it to his mouth. Not to be outdone this time, Young-seong hurriedly stretched out his hand and managed to grab the tomato I was giving.

“Hup!”

“How is it? Delicious, right?”

I can assure you that these tomatoes, imbued with magic, were tastier than the magic Cherry tomatoes. Although preferences varied, I could confidently say that the Cherry tomatoes were objectively more delicious.

“This is crazy!”

“It definitely tastes better.”

“No! That’s not it!”

Excited, Kang Hanul exclaimed again with fiery eyes.

“The magic power has increased!”

“What? What does that mean…”

“Kyu-seong! Give me another one!”

I had brought 4kg for the two of them, and including the family’s share, 16kg in total.

Of course, I had calculated the slimes’ share as well.

“Here you go.”

“Hmm!”

This time, Kang Hanul didn’t put it in his mouth but scrutinized the cherry tomato closely. To anyone watching, it seemed like he was reading an item description, and Young-seong held his breath waiting.

“Three seconds! That’s a bit disappointing!”

Having checked the description, he nodded and handed it back to me. I thought he would eat it right away, but surprisingly, he didn’t.

“What do you mean by three seconds?”

“I’ve also noted down the information about this batch of tomatoes.”

Young-seong checked my notes immediately and looked back at me with a surprised expression.

“Does this even make sense?”

“Haha…”

“It’s not about ‘haha’! Of course, as Kang Hanul said, three seconds might be disappointing, but for Awakened, those three seconds can be the difference between life and death.”

He made it sound so significant.

“Of course, we need to check how much the magic power increases, but if we can further improve it from here…”

“I think the attempt will probably be in the direction of increasing the level.”

“That’s right, it was just a Level 1 tomato!”

I still didn’t know how to increase the level of crops.

But perhaps, like this time, we could accidentally find a method?

‘It seems like the slimes might be the answer.’

Eventually, everything was connected.

Liquid synthesis and the Slime Lord; alone, each was a useless ability, but together, they provided the answer.

“Shall we set a price now?”

Kang Hanul said with a smirk.

“5 million per kg. How about that?”

“Hmm.”

Honestly, the 20 million I received from Young-seong yesterday was too much, but this price was expected.

At 5 million won per kg, 4 kg would be 20 million won.

‘Each harvest produces 40 kg. Of course, I need to consider the slimes’ share, but just a simple calculation brings it to 200 each time.’

I still didn’t know the harvesting cycle of the magic cherry tomatoes.

It was possible to imbue them with magic daily, but I hadn’t confirmed that yet with these.

Excluding the slimes’ share, I wondered if I could end up selling just about 10 kg. This time, I brought a bit more, even including some for my family.

‘Even 10 kg would be 5 million won.’

Am I really becoming rich now?

I used to earn 100,000 won a day, and now it looked like I was about to strike it rich.

“Let’s do that. You get a first-customer benefit.”

“Hahaha! Thanks!”

Since no one else knew about my crops yet, we agreed on this price, but I intended to raise it naturally as competitors emerged.

Of course, I had no plans to increase the price for Young-seong since I owed him help, but it was different for other people.

“I need to report this to the guild immediately. Text me your bank account number. I’ll pay you right away. Ah! We need to price the Layla and paralysis poison too.”

“I’ll take 30 per kg for Layla. That’s roughly 5 kg for about 150. For the poison…”

As I hesitated, Young-seong helped me out.

“Based on our shop, that much paralysis poison would be about 150,000 won.”

“Um, I’ll give it as a service then.”

“Hahaha! Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Well, I’m getting close with Hanul nim, so I have nothing to lose.”

“You’re a smart brother!”

Kang Hanul grinned and immediately transferred the money to the account I had sent him.

[12,500,000 won has been deposited.]

“I’ve confirmed it.”

“I’ll contact you again after finishing the dungeon raid tomorrow! I’ll go first!”

Kang Hanul left in a hurry.

Following him, Young-seong also packed up the items and made a deposit right away.

[12,500,000 won has been deposited.]

“Uh, hyung? It’s just carrot juice without the carrots, I didn’t intend to receive this much.”

“Just take it.”

“I received too much yesterday, it feels a bit much.”

I sent back 2 million won to Young-seong.

Then Young-seong chuckled.

“Kid, it’s right to be precise with money, but hyung isn’t as broke as you worry. Do you have any idea how much I earn at Ara Hongryeon?”

“No, that’s one thing, this is another. I can’t do it because it makes me uncomfortable. Is this a matter of just seeing each other for a day or two?”

When I waved my hands in refusal, Young-seong tousled my hair and waved his hand.

“Alright, thanks. I’ll start by analyzing what you’ve made and if the results are good, I’ll let you know.”

“I really hope it works out well.”

“It will. I have a strong feeling about it.”

With those words, Young-seong left too.

He probably wants to analyze it as soon as possible and start treating his wife.

Left alone, I didn’t head back to the dungeon, but went home instead. I seem to be visiting more often these days, but that’s a good thing.

In the past, I was actually scared to visit home. I knew my family didn’t dislike me, but there was always a nagging fear in the back of my mind.

‘No need for that anymore.’

I felt grateful for the slime once again.

When I think about it, I was also thankful to the quest. It had shown me the way I needed to go.

Let’s live with gratitude for everything.

Thinking this, I arrived home.

“Mom, I’m home.”

“Oh, you’re here again?”

Now she greets me with ‘you’re here again?’

I grinned and started unpacking my bag.

“What did you bring this time?”

“Oh, I brought something nice. Try some.”

It seemed everyone else was still out, I had come a bit early.

“Oh my, what’s this?”

“It’s a dungeon fruit called Layla. One fruit should be enough for four of us to eat. Ah! Next time I come, I’ll bring some seeds, so please keep them separate.”

Two Laylas and 16kg of Magic CherryTomatoes.

I brought a lot of tomatoes, wanting to take care of my family, maybe pushing it a bit.

“Kyu-seong, are you farming or something?”

“Something like that.”

“It’s all good, but don’t overdo it. You’ve never farmed before, don’t strain yourself unnecessarily.”

“I’m an Awakener, Mom. I’m strong, so don’t worry.”

After hastily unpacking, I immediately got up from my spot.

“Are you leaving already?”

“Yes, I have a lot of work to do.”

“Why don’t you rest a bit?”

“It’s okay.”

That’s when my mother cautiously started to speak again.

“Kyu-seong.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“It seems Jae-seong is thinking about quitting his job.”

“Jae-seong is?”

Not switching jobs, but quitting altogether…

He’s a sensible guy, so he wouldn’t quit without good reason.

“Is he planning to do something else?”

“He wants to study cooking more. And he also said something that might be sudden.”

“What did he say?”

“Kyu-seong, he wants to try cooking with the things you bring…”

As I watched my mother speak cautiously, I took a moment to consider Jae-seong’s idea.

Thinking about it, I had only planned to eat these things or make them into fruit juices; I never thought about cooking them.

“…that’s brilliant?”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yes. I hadn’t thought of it, but it really seems like a good idea.”

I am aware of Jae-seong’s passion for cooking.

Moreover, the cooking of Jae-seong’s I had occasionally tried was not bad at all.

‘To be honest, being my brother, I might have scored him a bit harshly.’

If a stranger had tasted it, they would likely give him a thumbs up for his excellent cooking skills.

“It’s a relief. Mom was a bit worried.”

“Really, there was no need to worry? It seems like a really good idea. But I’m a bit concerned about…”

I hesitated a bit as I calculated the cost.

Given that my crops were extraordinary, they naturally commanded a high price. The cost of production wasn’t high, but their competitive edge justified a higher pricing.

What would be the right price to set if these crops were used in cooking?

‘Well, since I am the supplier, it’s not a big problem.’

Selling cheap wasn’t a loss for me.

It would only reduce the profit margin.

Since everything from labor was virtually free, if my brother decided to run a restaurant, he wouldn’t price it like I sell to the guild.

It’s really up to me.

‘I should pay for Jae-seong’s cooking school. Or maybe even send him abroad?’

Now I could afford to be proud.

If the income I earned today continues steadily, studying abroad would be no big deal.

I already felt a moral debt, and this seemed like a good opportunity to address it.

Of course, it was a debt only in my own mind.

“What’s the problem?”

“No, it’s nothing. I just thought about it and it’s not a big deal. No problem at all.”

Study abroad, cooking studies, and even a restaurant.

Ultimately, what I needed right now was money.

Buying the dungeon was urgent, so I needed to talk to Jae-seong first. I had planned to go back right away, but I’d wait until Jae-seong got off work.

* * *

“Team Leader, where did you get this?”

Someone asked, and Kang Hanul flashed a bright smile.

“Hahaha! I know a brilliant kid!”

“This is… absolutely insane?”

The deputy team leader of Team 1, Ko Kang-yeon, was speaking, but everyone gathered at the location was nodding in agreement.

Even the guild master, Han Seok-jun, had been quietly examining the items Kang Hanul had brought since a while ago.

It started with the Ara Hongryeon Guild.

A wave was stirring in the society of the Awakened.

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Academy.

Located on the Imperial Capital of the Manhett Empire, it’s a place of education.

…However, it was not so initially.

-Even upon reflection, it’s evident that humans are indeed a sly lot. According to Yegor, hasn’t this kind of atrocity been committed since the founding of the nation?

Yegor said he’d firmly fix her ways, and indeed.

She learned well.

It was a place of hostage, binding the offspring of the local nobility rooted in each region, and a tool for enhancing imperial authority.

That was the original true purpose of establishing the academy.

-Because of that, didn’t I endure the ridiculous maid training and even suffer insults from the descendant of warrior! It’s humiliating…

Bathory’s boiling frustration seems to echo from beyond the shadows.

…Well, it seemed that for Bathory, the most irksome thing was how the academy tarnished her reputation.

‘I might need to appease her, or she might explode.’

She, who endures all sorts of disgrace solely because of our contractual relationship.

Especially now that the chains from the north have been removed, there’s no way to stop her rampage, apart from our fragile relationship.

“For Lady Bathory, I’ll share two interesting facts.”

What bizarre things am I planning to say with that logic?

“First, the imperial family has only achieved half of its objectives.”

Certainly, the academy was initially a place of hostage where young nobles who had just become adults were forcibly taken.

But now, things have changed.

“The nobles aren’t just quietly taking it. Since all the nobles from every region were gathered together, resistance was a natural next step. It’s perfect for plotting and scheming.”

A gathering place for dissatisfied nobles.

Soon, the academy transformed into a social venue where nobles could freely meet.

Binding all the nobles who value blue blood meant that.

Future enemies. And friends.

Could all be met within the academy.

-Those who do not attend the academy do not qualify to succeed their family.

-Only those who have mixed with their fellow nobles, experiencing education in competition and harmony, can be called true nobles.

Just like the words of a certain duke, a graduate of the academy, who reclaimed the position of family head as a second son, through the power and connections honed in the academy.

The young nobles’ hostage situation gradually evolved into a cradle that breeds ‘true nobles,’ not to mention, over hundreds of years, the academy established itself as the center of social life.

Eventually, it even began to erode the royal family.

“Isn’t it funny? Now, even the crown prince cannot escape its regulations.”

-You seem to have been involved in this human country for quite a long time.

Her telepathic tone, clearly amused by the absurdity, made me smile.

-Well, I get it. It’s like being caught in one’s own trap.

“Right. Nowadays, it’s mostly perceived as a once-in-a-lifetime special education and social occasion.”

To a certain extent, teachers discretely smooth over any mistakes, and there are festivals and various clubs to create good memories.

Making friends or rivals in the academy that last a lifetime is common in social circles.

So.

‘I must do my best so that it ends well for Luciana too.’

With renewed resolve, a listless voice echoed in my mind.

-So? Let’s hear the second interesting fact.

Her tone suggested indifference to the history of human nobility and the academy, as if trying to suppress a faint dissatisfaction, I racked my brain.

“It’s about compensation.”

-Compensation?

“Who would have thought you’d complete Yegor’s training so perfectly. You really put in a lot of effort.”

It wasn’t a jest.

She is of noble rank, even among vampires, at the very pinnacle.

For her to bend her pride and engage in menial tasks was never going to be easy to accept.

-Hmph, that was nothing. Wasn’t it all to be with you?

Even if she wasn’t in my sight right now, the image formed on its own.

Bathory, turning her head to hide her slightly flushed cheeks.

“Therefore, it shouldn’t just end with praise. I would like to give you a small reward especially for Lady Bathory.”

-Oh?

Slowly, Bathory emerged from the shadows in her maid outfit, baring her fangs.

“Do you intend to continue what was disrupted last time by the interference of the descendant of warrior?”

“That’s not all.”

‘I knew she was still bothered by that bloodsucking incident.’

A courtesy signifying submission, irrespective of demons or humans.

I knelt on one knee and responded to her.

“Just wait a little. I will prepare a surprise gift for you.”

“…Hmm. A surprise gift. You haven’t prepared anything while I’ve been by your side.”

Suspicion bloomed in her rosy eyes.

A heavy atmosphere brushed against the skin and fluttered.

‘Ah, she’s sharp at times like these.’

I inwardly clicked my tongue.

A gift?

Of course, I planned to find something appropriate nearby.

But her gaze was not just filled with doubt.

Anticipation.

Just by her sparkling eyes and the way she leaned forward, it was easy to guess she was expecting a reward comparable to her humiliation.

At that thought, a sense of urgency suddenly surged.

‘If it’s just some cheap thing I can find nearby……….’

-Is this all? Don’t you think it lacks sincerity?

The only contract that connected us could become useless.

I coughed, trying to muster an excuse.

‘Think, Hans Byron. Find a solution to this crisis!’

“Well, I’ve been preparing little by little when Lady Bathory wasn’t around.”

But then again, should I really be honest?

Pretending to be nonchalant, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at Bathory.

[The skill Pretension (Rank: S) is activated!]

[Whisper a sweeter lie to your opponent more boldly.]

As the skill activated, Bathory’s gaze softened slightly.

What’s needed now is to inflate that faint anticipation to cover the doubts.

“You can look forward to it. It will be finished today. Of course, it will be something befitting Lady Bathory’s dignity, considering both elegance and practicality!”

“Hmph. Do you think you can deceive me? I’ve been swayed by your talk several times before.”

Even if her words said one thing, actions spoke the truth.

She coyly turned her head, her lacy, fluttering hemline in motion.

“Fine! I will wait a little longer with patience. It somehow feels less charming to witness that conclusion.”

“An excellent choice. As expected of Lady Bathory! You truly know how to enjoy romance, befitting a noble vampire.”

Bathory’s shoulders quivered.

Once dazzling but now fallen and without power, even vampires were weak to small compliments.

…That’s what was said.

After Bathory hummed a tune and left through the door, I let out a deep sigh and rubbed my head.

Gifts don’t just fall from the sky.

How am I supposed to arrange it?

“Phew. Let’s start with what needs to be done.”

With nobles from all over the country gathering, there were plenty still who hadn’t arrived.

The entrance ceremony was still a while off, so in the meantime, it was my time.

I hurriedly left the room and quickened my pace.

“There’s no reason not to use the information broker I’ve finally managed to open up.”

For Bathory… if all else fails, maybe a coupon for three blood-sucking sessions would do.

It seemed like she was still holding onto the fact that she was interrupted last time.

***

Though the academy was established as a place of hostage, not all its members were nobles.

Its essence was a place of education.

Opportunities to learn were distributed to commoners as well, though in a manner of showing favor.

-Regardless of status, everyone has the right to receive education.

This began with the declaration of the first Emperor, a practice with a long history of admitting commoners.

‘Even that was probably intended to weaken the nobles’ power.’

Along with educating commoners, the somewhat insulting action of allowing commoners to enter politics after graduating from the academy.

Of course, as the Emperor himself anticipated, it was mostly nominal admission, with the majority overshadowed by nobles, barely noticed until they graduated.

Of course, it wasn’t feasible for noble-born aristocrats and low-born commoners to mix and live together.

Thus, there were separate dormitories.

-A servant of the nobility? No, seeing that badge, you must be an attendant. What business does a noble have here?

‘So, it’s an entrance cut, huh.’

Jearne dormitory.

A place where commoners, including mercenaries, adventurers, and other special admissions students, reside.

The dormitory’s warden with distinct ash-gray hair eyed me sharply.

“If you plan to pick a fight with the students before even the entrance ceremony, I recommend you stop. I won’t stand by as the warden.”

The sharp vigilance from the start,

was clearly visible to my eyes.

Despite his attempts to hide it, the short wand in the hand of the warden, a man of age, was noticeable.

In front of a noble ready to attack if necessary, I smiled benignly and spoke.

“Rest assured, I’m not here to threaten like some lawless rogue.”

“…Then, please state your purpose here.”

“I’ve come to meet a friend. I’ve heard they’ve enrolled here.”

At that, the warden snorted.

His attitude remained unchanged despite subtly mocking the nobility.

“A friend? A noble speaks with a commoner?”

The disbelief in his tone made his thoughts clear.

‘Well, that’s understandable.’

Considering how many situations he must have seen while serving at the academy for his age.

It was hard for me to imagine.

-The so-called educational equality at the academy is nothing but a jest! Rise up, commoners! Your rights must be seized by yourselves!

So, he would have led a revolt centered around this dormitory.

[Boss]

[Jearne Dormitory Warden, Marks]

Moreover.

How could I not know his name and face that would brilliantly decorate one side of the story?

But now, he is merely a professor who particularly cares for commoner students.

“Sorry, but please leave. This is an order from the warden. Just a few hours ago, several nobles came here claiming they would discipline the commoners, and you don’t seem any different.”

Nobles have already been coming and going.

Their character is well-known.

Regardless of my curiosity about who had visited, I scratched my cheek against his firm determination to send me outside the dormitory.

“Um, this is troublesome. I had made a prior appointment.”

“Who can tell if you’re lying?”

He was unpersuaded.

Filled with hostility towards nobles, I couldn’t press him with my status.

‘No choice then.’

“Well, I understand.”

“Thank you for considering my position. It seems we can communicate after all.”

Thanks for nothing.

His words, surely empty, were returned with my own smile.

“Yes, I’ll come back later.”

***

As usual, Marks was organizing the dormitory’s goods and ledgers when he suddenly furrowed his brows and muttered softly.

“Am I supposed to believe that?”

He was more unpleasant than any noble who had come to stir trouble today.

‘Daring to talk about a friendship with commoners with that mouth. Nobles are all hypocrites.’

From students to teachers in this academy.

Decades of service had taught him that the gap between commoners and nobles was all there was.

He was no different.

For now, he approaches commoners because he sees a use for them, but later, he’ll discard them like used rags.

How could those who don’t even see commoners as people genuinely respect them?

Indeed, those who cause one-time troubles are less vile than his kind.

Marks knew this through years of experience.

“Tch, ruined my mood this morning.”

“Is there a problem, brother?”

Looking towards the entrance, there stood a muscular, blond young man.

“Your name?”

“Roderick.”

“We don’t have that name in our dormitory.”

“Ah, I apologize for my late introduction. I’m blessed to carry the belongings of the saintess, even though I am unworthy. Please forgive my lack of manners.”

Only upon hearing his hearty voice did he notice the baggage on his shoulder.

A dressing table made of expensive southern wood, at first glance.

‘So now servants are being brought into this dormitory.’

Marks’s fists clenched momentarily.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t displeased.

To see someone serving others, not in the noble’s Kernia dormitory but here.

Still, he couldn’t turn away the saintess.

The only one of commoner origin who has the power to speak her mind even in front of nobles.

“Go in. The saintess’s room is set up on the top floor.”

“Yes. Oh, and may I ask which room is Fern’s?”

An unexpected question about a student’s personal details.

His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but he quickly composed himself.

‘I guess I have an idea why he wants to contact her…’

A rising power in the Thieves Guild.

Not many know her true identity, but it seemed unlikely the dormitory warden wouldn’t know something the saintess was aware of.

“If you’re referring to Miss Fern among this year’s new students, she’s in room 204 on the second floor.”

“Ah, thank you! May God be with you. The saintess will surely reward you.”

He didn’t spare a glance as the man strode towards the stairs.

He didn’t want to get involved with a saintess who was already ordering people around like a noble, bringing in dressing tables, and seeking out the Thieves Guild.

He wouldn’t normally have a reason to be a warden.

But he had taken up the position deliberately at this time, with a simple goal:

To protect the dormitory from nobles during the busiest admission period and prevent any potential trouble in advance.

Sending off the well-built laborer, Marks continued to guard the entrance listlessly.

Thus, he couldn’t see it.

The unnatural clump of white fluff peeking through the gap of room 204’s door.

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Round 15

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[Quest: Develop a New Crop]

[Discover or develop new crops.]

[New Crops: 0/3]

The more I knew, the more the world of the awakened I didn’t know unfolded.

“What’s the quest this time?”

Moreover, this time it included elements I had never even heard of online.

Dungeon transformations and dual awakenings had been passed down like urban legends, but this was a completely new form.

“It’s not a loss.”

Failing the quest wouldn’t cause any harm or loss, and the content seemed naturally achievable.

“…Ah, the quest.”

Thanks to the quest, I was reminded of the existence of quests I had forgotten. I was harvesting crops happily, but now I remembered there was a quest demanding offerings.

[Awakening Quest: Make Offerings]

[Collect and submit the specified items.]

[Dungeon Fruits Harvested Personally: 0/10]

[Magic-Infused Crops Harvested Personally LV.2: 0/50]

“I finally harvested Layla, and now I have to pick ten.”

Layla was the only one among my crops that counted as a dungeon fruit. Embergrill was a dungeon crop, but not a fruit, and the others were crops from Earth.

Out of a total of 30 Laylas, I just ate six.

After offering ten of the remaining 24, I wouldn’t have even half left.

“I can always plant more, so no big deal.”

It only took about four days to plant and harvest the seeds. 

It was slow compared to tomatoes or carrots, but honestly, it was still insanely fast growth.

Now I had to think about how to use the remaining 14 Laylas.

“Hmm, let’s start with liquid synthesis.”

My cooldown had just ended.

I asked Mark2 to give me some Magic Cherry Tomatoes he had harvested, and I went back up.

Then I immediately peeled one Layla, made it into juice, and prepared it with the juice from the Magic Cherry Tomatoes.

“And the half carrot I received yesterday.”

I roughly matched the proportions and synthesized the three juices.

Then, with a whirl, they combined and a notification of success immediately appeared.

[Magic-Infused Fruit and Vegetable Juice LV.1]

[Ingredients: Magic Cherry Tomato, Carrot, Layla]

[The ingredients were few, resulting in a mediocre completion.]

[Upon consumption, it allows partial visibility of monsters in sight for 10 seconds based on the amount of mana held.]

[Upon consumption, a detoxification reaction occurs.]

[Upon consumption, all hostile reactions from monsters, except dungeon bosses, disappear for 30 seconds.]

“Wow! This is really amazing!”

The duration to view monster information had increased from 3 seconds to 10 seconds. The phrase about detoxification based on the amount of mana held also became more intuitive.

Most of all, the upgraded abilities of Layla were miraculous.

“30 seconds of monster hostility nullified?!”

Honestly, it seemed like an overpowered ability.

It was as if I was invincible for 30 seconds.

Of course, hostile reactions would reappear the moment I attacked, but this would be incredibly useful for those researching or gathering.

‘It could also be handy for a quick dungeon escape.’

I had created something more impressive than I thought.

And it was an item that could satisfy both Young-seong and Kang Hanul.

I glanced at Rookie working hard and, after some deliberation, made another batch of juice.

I was short on carrots, so I synthesized the remaining Layla with Magic Cherry Tomatos and juice, but the difference was negligible.

“Hmm.”

Slime synthesis was also important, but since I had promised the juice, it couldn’t be helped.

I had finished making the fruit and vegetable juice, so I started preparing to go out again. I collected Poispois’s poison again. It seemed that Poispois also had a limit to its magic, as it couldn’t produce poison indefinitely. I also summoned a slime.

I took care of the Layla and hurriedly finished harvesting the Magic Cherry Tomatos. Perhaps due to the different varieties, the yield was less than expected, about 20kg.

Having gathered everything, I stepped outside and immediately called Young-seong.

Beep beep!

“Young-seong? I’m heading out now. Let’s meet at the cafe we were at yesterday.”

Soon after, I contacted Kang Hanul and descended the mountain. I was curious about their reactions to the fruit and vegetable juice I had made.

As I entered the cafe, like yesterday, Young-seong was already there.

“Have you arrived?”

“Uh-huh.”

Young-seong nodded and couldn’t take his eyes off the bag I was carrying.

Seeing his reaction, I smiled subtly and soon took out the fruit and vegetable juice.

“Bro, the effects have changed a bit. Want to check it out?”

“It changed?”

When I took out the fruit and vegetable juice, Young-seong immediately took it and checked.

“What are the effects? I’m not an awakened one so…”

“I wrote it down here.”

After verifying the newly made fruit and vegetable juice’s effects, Young-seong said thoughtfully.

“This is insane. It’s unbelievable. I wonder how much I need to drink to see the effect?”

“You’d need to drink about four-fifths of it.”

“Then I can send a fifth to the lab.”

“It’s safer that way. But don’t worry too much since I can make it every day.”

“Alright. Thanks, Kyu-seong.”

Unnoticed before, now I saw that Young-seong’s hand holding the fruit and vegetable juice was slightly trembling.

Unintentionally, my heart ached, hoping that what I made could cure his wife.

“So that’s what it was!”

Suddenly, someone appeared without a sound and exclaimed.

Startled, Young-seong and I looked at the person who had appeared.

Kang Hanul, whose arrival time was unknown, was trembling with tears in his eyes.

“I was so foolish, Choi Young-seong! To think you obtained the tomatoes for that reason!”

Kang Hanul then strode up and suddenly hugged Young-seong.

“Forget my share! You take it all!”

“What are you talking about? Kyu-seong said he can make it every day. Don’t you need this for your dungeon raid tomorrow?”

“That darn 4th level dungeon! I’ll smash it with my power!”

“Stop the nonsense and take what Kyu-seong gives you.”

Watching the two bickering, I took out the other items I had prepared.

Two Laylas, 10kg of Magic Cherry Tomatos, and even Poispois’s poison.

The bag was nearly bursting.

It was a good thing it was a large-capacity bag; a normal one wouldn’t have managed it.

“Oh? Could it be that…”

Kang Hanul, spotting the Layla, widened his eyes and dropped Young-seong to come closer.

He was a simple, good man.

“Layla.”

Young-seong recognized it too and looked intrigued.

“Wait. But this shows up as an item?”

“What?”

Both of them probably hadn’t expected this.

Ordinary Laylas aren’t indicated as items.

But the Layla that I, or rather, the slimes had grown, became an item.

“Wow, monster affinity?”

“What? It has that ability?”

While the two were making a fuss, I also took out the remaining fruit and vegetable juice I had planned to give to Kang Hanul. Seeing this would surely surprise him more.

“Kang Hanul. This is the fruit and vegetable juice I intended to give you.”

“Uh-huh?”

Kang Hanul, who had been caressing the Layla for a while, took the fruit and vegetable juice I handed him. He immediately started examining the contents and reading the effects, exuding an intense energy.

Druuuuuu!

“What, what’s happening! Kang Hanul! Why are you like this!”

“Aaaaah! I can’t stand it!”

Grab!

Kang Hanul grabbed my shoulder, his eyes blazing as he leaned in close to my face.

“Kyu-seong, brother!”

“Yes, yes?”

“Please join the Ara Hongryeon Guild!”

His unexpected request momentarily stunned me.

My mouth also froze.

“I’m not asking for an answer right now. You probably already belong to another guild. I know I’m asking too much.”

“Ah… that’s…”

I, I needed to say something.

“I’m not affiliated with any guild.”

“What?! You’re not affiliated!”

Kang Hanul grabbed my shoulders again and shook me vigorously. I swayed back and forth like a piece of paper, barely nodding my head.

“Yeeees.”

“Then, then would you consider joining our guild! I’ll talk to our brother and make sure you’re treated well!”

“Ha, Hanul, let’s put this down first…”

“Hahaha! Sorry, sorry. I got too excited!”

Once Kang Hanul put me down, I was able to calmly reconsider what he had said.

‘Join Ara Hongryeon ? And Kang Hanul himself is asking me?’

Though it felt a bit declining, no one could deny that Ara Hongryeon  was still one of the top five guilds in South Korea.

Moreover, as the first guild in South Korea, it was a place that many awakeners admired, unlike ordinary people.

“Kyu-seong, take your time to think about it.”

At that moment, Young-seong, who had been lost in thought, quietly advised me.

“Joining a guild doesn’t automatically mean it’s good. Plus, your skills aren’t combat-related, so joining Ara Hongryeon  might not change much for you.”

“Ah, that could be true.”

Young-seong’s advice was not to be ignored, especially since he had once been a researcher for the Ara Hongryeon Guild.

“Cough. Why the rush! Have you seen the effects? Not only can you see monster information, but it also removes hostile effects! Such an insane ability! Kyu-seong absolutely must join our Ara Hongryeon …”

“Calm down. I’m just stating the facts. Honestly, what benefit would Kyu-seong have from joining a guild right now? This isn’t just about Ara Hongryeon ; it applies to any guild.”

It seemed Kang Hanul was focused on the guild’s benefits, while Young-seong was focused on my personal gain.

Naturally, I should take Young-seong’s advice.

“I’ll think about it more. You said I don’t have to answer right away.”

“Yes. Take your time to think about it, brother.”

He said this while examining the fruit and vegetable juice.

“Besides, now I’m curious about the price of this item. Kyu-seong, what price are you expecting?”

“Since it’s the first time selling it, it’s difficult for me to give a definite answer. Moreover, since I’m not a combat awakener, it’s even harder to set a value for this item.”

Hearing my honest response, Kang Hanul seemed to ponder for a moment. Then he subtly asked.

“The effects themselves are really exceptional. You probably know that much. But the duration is a bit ambiguous. No, not ambiguous, it’s lacking. So the amount I’m thinking is…”

Kang Hanul held up one finger.

“Ten million won.”

Then he extended another finger.

“If we succeed in this dungeon with it, 20 million.”

“……Thank you.”

It was honestly an amount I hadn’t even imagined.

Until now, I had only made a profit of 100,000 won per day by buying potions and synthesizing them, and suddenly being offered 20 million won was staggering.

‘Just the other day, Young-seong suddenly gave me 20 million won.’

It looked like I was going to earn 40 million in just a few days.

Of course, it was still far from my first goal of acquiring the slime dungeon, but it seemed I would soon gather the needed amount.

“That’s an ambiguous amount. It seems both sufficient and insufficient.”

As Young-seong murmured, Kang Hanul shook his head.

“We still don’t know how strong the effects are. I won’t deny that the effects are unique and useful.”

As he said, if checking a monster’s information only showed its size or weight, it wouldn’t be very useful.

But if it reveals more, perhaps even weaknesses, then my fruit and vegetable juice would certainly become highly sought after.

“That’s also true.”

While Young-seong agreed, I opened the bag containing the Magic Cherry Tomatoes I brought.

“Oh, tomatoes… but why do they look different from the ones I saw before?”

“I’ve improved the variety.”

In fact, not just the fruit and vegetable juice, but there was also great anticipation for these Cherry tomatoes.

Tomatoes that increase magical power!

“I’ll also offer a tasting opportunity especially for you two.”

I threw an irresistible bait.

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“What, what are you talking about, Sir Julian?”

At my words, Bayron seemed quite flustered, his pupils shaking greatly.

“Didn’t I tell you? I asked for a commotion to be caused here.”

“Didn’t I tell you too? This area belongs to the ‘Blood Fiend Clan’…”

“Yes.”

“Those guys, I don’t know about other things, but they don’t show mercy in conflicts between organizations…”

Bayron’s voice dwindled as if he was crawling, a smile spread across my face. Seeing my expression, Bayron shrank back, stepping backwards.

“That’s what I want.”

The dark organization, ‘Blood Fiend Clan’, does not exert its power elsewhere due to operating a significant establishment in the capital.

However, they are as attentive to territorial disputes with other organizations as they are to running their establishment.

“Today, I’ve come to meet the leader. A foreigner like me causing a scene would hardly draw their attention.”

Bayron swallowed.

“That’s why I brought you here, you belong to ‘Six Fingers’.”

“What, what are you planning to summon him for?”

Well, it’s a stepping stone to tail Hayden Reich.

The ‘Blood Fiend Clan’, operating an establishment frequented by high-ranking individuals, is a hub for gathering various information.

However, their information-gathering capability does not just come from covert entertainment.

With near-perfect tracking and surveillance, ‘Blood Fiend Clan’ makes it possible.

‘Why the ‘Sword Saint’ has flown to the holy nation of Fernand without playing the role of the black knight.’

That’s what I’m curious about. It’s hardly something our noble protagonist would do.

“I said it was confidential.”

Bayron, lowering his voice slightly, began to fumble with his lips.

“Then, promise me just one thing, Sir Julian.”

“What is it?”

As I looked at him, Bayron swallowed once more and barely opened his mouth.

“If the ‘Blood Fiend Clan’ guys come, will you, Sir Julian, take care of it?”

“Of course.”

As I smiled, he stumbled into the middle of the road. I checked my hood once more.

I wonder how quickly the ‘Blood Fiend Clan’ will respond…

“Ah, Aaaargh!”

What? Just as I was about to check my hood, Bayron screamed and fell in front of me.

“Sir Julian! It, it’s a vampire…!”

Despite being covered in mud from rolling on the ground, Bayron managed to crawl towards me, still clinging on.

No, this fast? I never imagined they’d appear before Bayron even attracted their attention.

As I looked up, the towering figure, just as the rumors described, over nine feet tall, came into view.

“Bayron, you ‘Six Fingers’, daring to enter our territory unauthorally, did you think we wouldn’t know?”

Bayron flinched at the vampire’s deep, low voice and hid behind me with a groan.

“Seeing that the giant recognizes you too, it seems you really do get around.”

“That’s right, Sir Julian!”

Bayron pleaded, and the ‘vampire’ slightly tilted his head in confusion.

“Julian…?”

At his question, I lifted the hood I was covering.

“Vampire, truly a giant as the rumors said.”

“Imperial Exclusive Agent, ‘Closed Eyes’, crazy dog, haha. You don’t seem as impressive as the rumors suggested.”

The ‘vampire’ taunted in an unfittingly deep, low voice.

“With that size, your mother must have had a hard time.”

“Did you come to this shabby place just to make such trivial jokes?”

“Of course not.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I’m here today to see the head of the ‘Blood Fiend Clan’.”

At the mention of meeting the leader, the ‘vampire’ with a height of six feet flinched.

“Sir Julian… the head of the ‘Blood Fiend Clan’ is right in front of you!”

Bayron, apparently not seeing the scene, shouted as he looked at the giant in front of him.

It seems that, despite being well-connected, he didn’t know the detailed inner workings of the ‘Blood Fiend Clan’ or that the giant wasn’t the head of the clan.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am the leader of the ‘Blood Fiend Clan’.”

He seemed determined to deny it to the end. I looked at the giant and casually tapped the sheath of my sword at my hip.

“It seems we can’t have a reasonable conversation. Must I teach you manners?”

If he knew of ‘Julian’s’ notorious reputation, he would be scared. Ideally, he would yield to this provocation to avoid conflict.

“Then let me teach you the manners of the ‘Blood Fiend Clan.'”

Suddenly, the ‘vampire’ who had pulled out a studded glove threw a punch at me.

It seemed my provocation had indeed stirred his fighting spirit.

Watching his fist come closer, I quickly drew my ‘Moonblade Sword’ and released my aura, deflecting his punch sideways.

“What…!”

Confidence in his punch, the surprise was evident on his face as his attack was deflected.

But it didn’t end there; I twisted the Moonblade Sword and jammed it into the gaps of his glove.

The sequence of actions wasn’t thought out but moved automatically like a habit, which was surprising.

“Ugh!”

He couldn’t bear the pain, a groan escaping him, and I saw the vampire’s face contort in agony.

“Now, do you have the mindset to answer properly?”

My tone was mocking, yet it was my way of offering peace, albeit in a manner fitting ‘Julian’s’ character.

Crack!

With a sound of flesh tearing, blood spurted from between the gloves like a fountain. I planned to prevent him from forcibly removing the sword that was stuck.

‘Tough guy.’

I sent ‘Sombra’ through the Moonblade Sword, and small sparks began to flicker on the blade.

The incompatible forces caused a reaction.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

A resounding scream matched the giant’s stature, as if a healthy baby was being born.

It must be incredibly painful.

After all, it’s the power of the Tri-horn Demon’s soul stone matched with my aura.

“Heave… heave…”

The ‘vampire’s’ right hand was a wreck.

Yet, his eyes still burned with a fighting spirit.

Should I destroy him further to get the answers I want?

I was about to increase the output of the ‘Moonlight Sword’ when—

“Please, stop!”

A somewhat youthful voice. The owner of that voice hurriedly ran up to me.

A young boy, trembling, relayed someone’s message in his mouth.

“Madam wishes to see Sir Julian.”

***

The moon risen in the sky fought off the dense darkness, and the cries of crickets and owls within the forest added a charming touch to the serene air.

Along with a cool night breeze passing through the trees, walking on a well-trodden path gave me the illusion of becoming a celestial being.

[Mingyue Pavilion]

Before long, a small sign and a large building came into my view.

The Blood Fiend Clan’s operated establishment, Mingyue Pavilion (明月館).

The building, illuminating the dark night like a bustling city, was indeed enchanting.

It was like a lantern set to attract bugs.

‘I’m actually seeing it for the first time.’

This isn’t the first time I’ve heard of Mingyue Pavilion. Depending on choices made in “Let’s Kill the Demon Lord,” one can visit this place.

But to see the madam, no, the real leader of the ‘Blood Fiend Clan,’ one must be guided by someone inside.

‘That’s why it was a hassle to stop by the slums.’

After all, isn’t this place frequented by many ‘high-ranking individuals’?

Drawing unnecessary attention could further tarnish an already not-so-stellar reputation.

“Madam should be on the fifth floor.”

The boy who had guided me from the slums led the way and boarded an elevator inside Mingyue Pavilion.

Of course, it probably uses resonance stones instead of electricity, but having been here for a while, the elevator… felt strangely unfamiliar.

We soon arrived at our destination, and the elevator doors opened.

‘Such a strong scent of perfume.’

Entering inside, the overpowering smell of perfume and the long-drawn blackout curtains came into view. Underneath them, a hint of red hair made a slight presence.

“Trale, I’ve brought Sir Julian.”

Ignoring the strong perfume, the boy spoke formally.

“Really? You arrived quicker than I thought.”

With a seductive voice, the red hair that could be seen on the floor moved, and the blackout curtains were drawn back.

“Welcome, Julian.”

The woman known as Trale is the madam here at ‘Mingyue Pavilion’ and the true leader of the dark organization ‘Blood Fiend Clan.’

“I hear you disciplined Artur?”

Artur?

Ah, is she talking about the ‘vampire’ I saw in the slums?

“Yes, to call him a house-guarding dog would be an overstatement given his lack of manners.”

“House-guarding dog? The ‘vampire’ is indeed the captain of the Blood Fiend Clan, isn’t he?”

“That nickname is a bit funny. The real ‘vampire’ is actually somewhere else.”

Smiling, I spoke, and Trale’s composed expression slightly wavered.

“Eren, please leave for a moment. I’ve decided I want to talk alone with our guest.”

As Trale waved her hand, the guiding boy politely bowed and got into the elevator.

Left alone in the room, Trale reached out and grabbed a glass placed on the table.

A glass filled with a bright red liquid. To an ordinary person, it might seem like red wine, but it’s not wine.

Blood.

And it’s human blood.

‘This perfume was used to mask the smell of blood, I see.’

Trale Gennadya Bathory. She is not human. More precisely, she became non-human in the distant past for a special reason. She is a vampire, a being that lives in darkness and consumes human blood as nourishment. In fact, the organization known as the ‘Blood Fiend Clan’ was created by her to easily procure blood from the slums.

“Phew…”

A charming sigh escaped Trale’s lips as she set down the glass. It was unclear whether her bright red lips were naturally so, or stained by the blood she had just drunk, but either way, they seemed to possess a magnetic allure.

“Eren?”

Trale called the boy’s name again. Receiving no response, she finally stood up.

“Ahem.”

After a brief cough, Trale spoke with a tone more formal than when she had first greeted me.

“Sir Julian.”

“Sorry if I was a bit presumptuous earlier. My subordinate was watching, after all.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes… I am very sorry.”

Trale bowed her head. Her attitude had completely reversed from when she had entered with the boy, which might have been surprising, but I found it familiar. The character ‘Trale’ is well aware of her position.

Typically, in fantasy, vampires see themselves as a superior species to humans, viewing humanity merely as bags of blood—monstrous beings. However, in this world, that is not the case. They are a species near extinction. Like humans, they are antagonistic towards ‘demons’, but with the rise of the Demon Lord, many high-born pureblood vampires died, and only the young, who couldn’t fully wield their powers, survived.

Needing large amounts of blood to protect themselves from ‘demons’, they hunted humans but, ironically, became hunted themselves by royal decree—a tragic race. What is their greatest fear, these beings who had to assimilate into human society to ensure the survival of their race?

“Please, let it not be as bad as the ‘Closed Eyes’ report.”

Their greatest fear is, indeed, the authority of the state.

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