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“Let’s call it a day. Time for a break.”

What is he talking about? I’m just starting to get the hang of it.

I glanced at the message in front of me.

[Proficiency increase speed adjusted due to the presence of a master.]

To think Perno had such a sweet feature.

Had I known earlier, I would have stuck by his side all along.

“Let’s do a little more.”

“Being enthusiastic is good but…”

Perno trembled, his scarred eyelids shaking as he shouted.

“Let me rest too! How long do you plan to keep this up?!”

“……Tch.”

When it comes to showing off and knocking me down during training, he’s all in.

Shouldn’t have taken on such a stubborn student if he was going to complain.

“It will be night soon! Without proper preparation, in this cold, do you think we can really train properly? You’ll probably get tired first even if you want to continue.”

“I’m still pretty energized, though.”

But he had a point.

Indeed, considering my condition and the nature of parrying, training more didn’t seem like it would lead to significant progress.

“Fine. But let’s start again early tomorrow morning.”

“Geez. You’ve been hit all day, and yet you’re grinning like that.”

Well.

That’s because I’m slowly grasping the concept of parrying.

[You have grasped the basics of parrying.]

[Phantom Steps (Rank: S) activated.]

[Parrying proficiency 72%]

[Skill will change upon filling the proficiency.]

As if in recompense for being tossed aside by my master like a Pidgeotto, my skill proficiency soared steeply.

It was a sense of achievement I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Despite my body being worn out, my spirit was filled with ecstasy because of what I had gained through hard work.

‘Especially since it’s not due to the power of any artifact.’

I realized for the first time how enjoyable it was to increase my pure skill level, not just inflate my abilities with items.

‘…Well, that doesn’t mean I plan to give up on artifacts.’

In the end, any means to become stronger is good enough.

“So? Have you gotten a feel for it to some extent?”

“Thanks to you.”

At my crisp response, Perno burst into hearty laughter.

Like evasion, calculating the trajectory and timing of an attack was essential.

Additionally, it was crucial to consider the opponent’s condition.

How exhausted they are,

Whether their posture is stiff or crumbling,

The state of their weapon,

And whether the terrain they are standing on is unstable.

‘Is the skill of a phantom thief originally this complicated?’

My head is already throbbing, 

But there’s a clear intent to incapacitate the opponent with minimal effort or to escape.

If perfected, I could become a truly elusive master thief.

And surprisingly,

The best way to lead the opponent into exhaustion was to keep clashing weapons with them.

‘No wonder I couldn’t get the hang of it. I always avoided direct confrontation, only focusing on evasion.’

Now that I’ve realized it, I can correct it. However, there was still a lingering question.

“Can I really counterattack just by evading later on?”

“If you use the terrain to your advantage, there’s no reason why you can’t.”

According to Perno, in rough terrains like muddy or rocky areas, it’s more advantageous to focus on evasion rather than clashing weapons for a counterattack. It seems that this approach consumes less stamina.

“You’re just barely stepping into the basics and already aiming for advanced techniques, huh?”

I felt a light pressure on my shoulder.

Perno was patting it.

“Don’t stress too much. I guarantee you, including myself and all the past phantom thieves, none have grown as fast as you.”

“…Really?”

Although it was a clumsy consolation, it did lift my spirits. It meant that my efforts weren’t in vain.

“Alright, let’s put off tomorrow’s worries for tomorrow and have a drink now.”

“We have training tomorrow, why would we drink? And I’m not even of legal drinking age.”

“Ah, nonsense! Rest is essential for efficient training. You come and enjoy some juice, at least set the mood!”

A sigh escaped me, but what could I do?

Despite his ways, he was the master who had been diligently transferring his secret techniques until just now. If he got drunk and collapsed in the pub, that would be a real headache.

“After being chased, it’s really been a while since I could relax and enjoy a drink. Exciting, isn’t it?”

“Drink moderately, please. For tomorrow’s sake.”

I followed behind him, who was already leading with a cheerful stride.

“Master.”

“Hm?”

“Hand over my purse, please.”

“……Ah, this is why quick-witted kids are a pain…”

***

-A merchant must understand the flow of money.

A phrase she has heard repeatedly since she was a child. 

Elizabeth’s descent on the rough, rocky path, unsuitable for her current dress, was also for this reason.

“I wish to inquire about your name.”

“Elizabeth Frontal. Do you need more explanation?”

“Welcome, Miss Frontal. Please, come inside.”

-Koogugung.

Soon, a massive rock split in two to welcome her.

A black market for some nobles.

Elizabeth stepped forward to attend an auction being held there.

“…It’s bigger than I thought.”

“Lucy! You’re already here!”

Luciana, like herself, was pushed by her father to attend.

It was even more pleasant without that annoying demon around.

“It’s your first time in the black market, isn’t it?”

She could tell just by looking at her curious gaze, exploring around.

‘Haha, I can’t miss this opportunity. I must guide her perfectly and make a good impression on Lucy!’

She stepped forward with a beaming smile, but Luciana’s attention was elsewhere.

“Yes, it’s my first time. I never realized there were so many people who couldn’t operate in the city.”

Luciana’s purpose for visiting here was quite different from Elizabeth’s.

-As a ruler, it’s important to be aware of the people you need to take care of.

-Patrols are periodically conducted within the city.

-That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about the people outside our vision, outside the city’s walls.

Settlers, nomads, residents of the black market…

People who do not benefit from the city’s security facilities…

Luciana came here following her father’s words to look around at the people of the lowest class.

But she was surprised by the far greater number than she expected.

“Why don’t these people reside within the city walls?”

For her, it was hard to understand.

Especially in the north, where not only external enemies like demons but also wild, fierce monsters were rampant.

However, the reason was much simpler than Luciana thought.

“It’s all about money.”

How could the city run for free? 

To merchant Elizabeth’s eyes, a city required a lot of manpower and resources for construction, maintenance, and repair, practically a money-consuming Yeti.

Naturally, this burden had to be borne by the city residents through taxes.

“So many can’t pay taxes…?”

“Well, there might be some like that.”

Elizabeth, often visiting the black market, knew well that not everyone there belonged to that category.

“Don’t sympathize with them too much. There are more who don’t pay taxes by choice rather than inability.”

“…What?”

Elizabeth’s eyes darkened heavily.

Indeed.

It would have been better if noble Luciana remained unaware of such filth.

Though her precious Luciana was surprised, it wasn’t all that astonishing considering human greed.

Suppressing her regret, Elizabeth gently whispered to Lucy.

“If you don’t live within the city, taxes are halved. That amount is significant for those struggling daily.”

It’s a matter of different values.

Either pay more for safety or risk a bit for a more abundant life.

“I don’t understand why they would make such a choice.”

“Who knows. Maybe the recent decrease in demon attacks contributed to that decision?”

Indeed, over the past few years, for some reason… Frequent invasions from the Evildon Empire into the north had seen a change.

“Why bother living within the city walls?”

“In the black market, one can live well enough… And there are more opportunities to make money. What else is there in the city besides conscription?”

It wasn’t unusual for Elizabeth, who had keen hearing, to catch snippets of such conversations.

“It’s naive. If demons invade, a place like this will be conquered in no time.”

Whether she had heard the same conversations or not, she looked at them with disdain.

‘Ah, classic Luciana.’

Elizabeth, who had stealthily approached, lightly overlapped her hand over Luciana’s, which seemed angry, like a cloud.

“Well, people are like that. Think about Hans. I heard he’s been involved in several reckless incidents.”

It was a good opportunity. By subtly linking Hans and the residents outside the city, who Luciana disliked, it could reduce her fondness for the demon.

‘All I promised was not to separate him through a political marriage.’

“Come to think of it, his willingness to take certain risks for gain does resemble them.”

“!”

-Grind.

Elizabeth, who had been smiling like cotton candy, ground her teeth secretly, away from Luciana’s sight.

Contrary to her expectations, it backfired.

‘This isn’t right…Gaining her trust was never going to be easy, but what kind of trick did he pull?’

Elizabeth, grinding her teeth, forced a gentle smile.

“I’m glad my fiancé’s actions could be of help to Lucy.”

Think positively.

After all, he is but a figure set to exploit Luciana’s feelings and leave.

On the other hand, what about herself? As a close noble, she would stand by her side until the end.

“Just don’t trust him too much.”

“Liza? I didn’t quite catch that, could you say it again?”

“Uh, it’s nothing.”

Elizabeth quietly closed her mouth. 

It was ironic.

She was trying to get closer to Luciana by using a demon, yet here she was worrying about her.

A sudden surge of guilt made her heart burn.

She swallowed her complex feelings with a cold drink.

‘No, all of this is to stay by Lucy’s side.’

If she just kept her mouth shut, surely that demon would…

“Pfft!”

—

“Are you okay? You don’t seem well. Maybe it’s best to head back and rest.”

“Oh, no! It’s you, Lucy, who are not accustomed to such places, right? I just have a quick errand to run, I’ll be right back!”

Elizabeth smiled lightly, pushing a puzzled Luciana towards the lodging specially arranged for the nobility.

‘Ah, the time I could have spent alone with Lucy!’

What a pity.

But if what she had seen was true, it was a sacrifice she had to make.

The alliance had to continue until the ultimate goal was achieved.

After ensuring Luciana was far enough away, Elizabeth strode purposefully towards a man.

“What are you doing here?”

Sitting in a corner of the tavern was a shadowy figure, whose exact form was hard to discern.

It was definitely Hans Byron.

Or rather, his real form, ‘Frost Mane’ as they call it.

She had heard he took a week’s leave from Luciana, but why was he here?

“Lady? Oh, Miss Frontal, it’s you. I didn’t recognize you with the mask.”

Hans retorted nonchalantly, and she was astounded.

No matter what, should a demon be so blatantly walking around in human territory?

“And who’s that with you?”

“Oh, he’s an acquaintance of mine. Just an uncle who’s giving me a hard time right now.”

The man being supported by Hans was evidently heavily intoxicated, uttering incomprehensible gibberish.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes and confronted Hans.

“What’s your scheme this time?”

“Oh, it’s nothing serious. Just some business with this friend here. But what brings Miss Frontal to this dark place? It’s not usually a spot for nobles.”

In an instant, her mouth snapped shut like a clam.

The gaze from behind the shimmering mask slowly scanned her, as if trying to read her emotions.

-Be careful. I can’t read this guy either.

Bathori’s advice, her current mentor, suddenly came to mind.

“What do you care about that?”

“Ha-ha. Why so cold? We’re partners in crime, aren’t we?”

“Get your hand off. Partners in crime, my foot.”

Elizabeth brushed off his hand, which was reaching towards her after discarding the drunkard, and continued.

“Tch. I came for the auction and to guide Lucy.”

“Oh, the noble lady came here? That’s really surprising. I thought she would keep her distance from such places.”

He pondered for a moment, his hand on his chin, then spoke up.

“Shall we talk for a bit?”

“…About what?”

“Just thought of a good business opportunity.”

“Business?”

He leaned in close to her ear, whispering to ensure others couldn’t hear.

“How about we swipe something from the auction?”

“What?”

Elizabeth’s heart sank to the floor.

The auction here was clandestinely operated by the nobles.

Not only the private soldiers of the organizing nobles but also hired mercenaries were employed for strict security.

If caught, it wouldn’t end simply.

Considering the risk of being caught, naturally…

Refusing would be the right thing to do.

‘But, what if it succeeds?’

Memories of what she had overheard from the noble organizing this auction surfaced.

The Mystic Coral Staff.

A precious artifact from the East, adorned with magically imbued coral. The possibility of getting her hands on it seemed real.

And not just that – the Western Golden Palms, Southern Elven Pearls…

Exquisite elixirs and relics from all regions floated in her mind.

Despite being a noble, she was unashamed of commerce, openly declaring the pursuit of wealth as her family’s legacy.

The bloodline of the Frontal family whispered to her.

Hans’ proposal. Could lead to an incredibly lucrative opportunity.

“Let’s move to a different place. I know a spot where we can talk privately.”

Refusing Hans’ proposal seemed impossible for her anyway.

For the future she had promised with Luciana.

***

‘Oh, jackpot.’

I watched Elizabeth, feeling satisfied. This was the moment I gained an insider and an assistant.

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Ordinarily, the underworld tended to form around the most prosperous noble families. 

This was because where money gathered, so did people. 

However, the North was an exception. 

It wasn’t because there were no slums around the Speda Duke’s castle. 

Rather, there were simply more suitable places for those at the bottom to gather, 

“It’s gloomy, isn’t it?” 

“Indeed, the land is so barren. They say many residents who can’t afford to live within the castle walls, or those who lost their homes to monsters, are numerous.” 

The tunnels created by the demon tribe for invasion in the past. 

Now, they have become the very grounds of the underworld. 

But that’s just the size of this space. 

Looking closer, it was nothing more than a hollow gingerbread. 

Perno licked his lips and looked around. 

“It’s strangely quiet for the number of people here. In other places, by now, we would have encountered tattoo-covered brutes picking fights.” 

“It’s because it’s the North.” 

Unlike the underworlds in other branches, there were no forceful organizations like an assassins’ guild. 

The reason was simple. 

Such a forceful organization could not be overlooked in the military city of the North. 

“In a place where every soldier counts against the demon tribe, such people can’t exist.” 

Ruling the underworld as a commoner? 

Rather than leaving the back of one’s head empty, it would be better to put a commander’s helmet on them and let them play in the battlefield. 

Such was the judgment of the nobles, leading to thorough oppression and conscription of the underworld. 

The reason the Northern thieves’ guild focused more on gathering and selling information, rather than plundering, was also due to this. 

Therefore, what Perno was doing was akin to taking the liver out of a flea, a mere trifle. 

“Hahaha, I’m looking forward to this.”

When Perno started whistling and giggling, I couldn’t help but grimace. 

Where was the person who once seriously advised me that life is more important than money, now lost in the craze for relics? 

“You better give me my fair share! Since you haven’t been much of a teacher, consider it your compensation.” 

Of course, I wasn’t much different. 

“When are we going to do it?” 

“The auction starts tomorrow and lasts about a week.  The real deals come out on the last day, so that’s what we should aim for.” 

A week later, then. 

I felt a bit uneasy. 

If the Frostroot I was eyeing was sold before then, all this effort would be in vain. 

‘No, that’s an unnecessary worry.’ 

The real deals that elevate the reputation of the auction house. 

But Frostroot, in all likelihood, might remain in the auction house until the end for the opposite reason. 

As a literal double-edged sword with temporary effects, 

there probably won’t be many rushing to spend money on it. 

“Then, as a teacher, I should teach you something. Did you have any trouble with the book I gave you?” 

“Is that a joke?” 

Trouble? There was plenty. 

Self-learning without a proper demonstration was quite challenging. 

If it weren’t for the system’s assistance, I would have only learned some basic skills like disguise or pickpocketing. 

This was a good opportunity. 

It was time to take advantage of my nominal teacher. 

“About the movement technique, I don’t quite understand the counterattack part.” 

Essentially the essence of the book, the S-grade skill 

‘Shadow-like Evasion’ included stealth, evasion, and surely this explanation too. 

[Counterattack damage bonus based on agility during a parry] 

In any action RPG, parrying symbolizes high risk, high return. 

The skill to counterattack at the exact moment would undoubtedly be a huge help. 

‘But I’ve failed every time.’ 

Bitterness seemed to pool in my saliva; my mouth tasted sour. 

It was probably also because the system’s assistance wasn’t quite effective. 

More than anything, unlike evading, I couldn’t quite get the hang of it. 

“Dodging an enemy’s attack wasn’t too hard, but counterattacking is a different realm.” 

As the topic of movement techniques came up, his eyes widened. 

“You’ve grasped that already? Sheesh. Is this the difference in talent?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“The movement technique, the movement technique. Well, if you hadn’t mastered it, you wouldn’t have made a name for yourself.”

“Didn’t you give it to me to learn?” 

As I tilted my head, he seemed displeased and clicked his tongue before speaking. 

“How long do you think it took me to master that technique?” 

“I guess about a year?” 

It took me roughly a month to grasp the various skills in the book, including the movement technique. 

But I was speechless at his gesture of spreading the fingers of both hands widely. 

And he didn’t stop there; he clenched one hand into a fist. 

“To think you’ve rendered my fifteen years a waste of time. I’m not sure whether to be relieved that I have a genius as a disciple or to feel sick to my stomach hearing you boast.” 

Perno rubbed the back of his head as if he had a headache. 

“Still, I’m glad there’s something left for me to teach. Let’s change our location. There are too many eyes here.” 

“Understood.” 

Though he mentioned many people, it was only true for the central streets of the underworld with heating facilities. 

Just a bit further out, and there were hardly any signs of life. 

“Alright, this should do. Get into position like when we spar.” 

“Sure.” 

No sooner had I taken out the Raven’s Claw from my pocket, Perno too drew a dazzlingly jeweled dagger. 

So, he’s a thief too, smothering himself in relics just like me. 

“That’s a fine sword.” 

He seemed to think similarly, scrutinizing my sword while keeping his gaze fixed on it. 

“The handle seems to be coated with black onyx, and the blade is well-maintained. It looks familiar, but…” 

“Stop eyeing your disciple’s relic and start the lesson.” 

I narrowed my eyes and issued a warning. 

I came here to learn the movement technique, not to get my sword appraised. 

“Ahem, son, don’t embarrass me. Anyway, try to receive an attack. That should give you a feel for it.” 

-Boom! 

As soon as he finished speaking, Perno disappeared from my sight. 

“What the… a smoke bomb?” 

Thinking about it, he was the type to favor explosive tools like magic bombs and smoke grenades. 

It was foolish of me to expect a conventional sparring lesson from a thief master. 

I swung my sword to clear the smoke with the wind pressure, but he had long since vanished. 

However, even if he wasn’t visible to the eye, his presence was still distinctly felt.

‘Perno is still here.’

I was certain he was lurking somewhere nearby. 

If that’s the case, I need to make the most of my skills. 

-Whoosh. 

I let my sword hand fall loosely. 

Then, closing my eyes, I heightened all my senses. 

-…What are you doing? With an enemy in front of you. 

Soon a voice echoed in my head, the same telepathy I experienced in the ruins of the Nameless King. 

“Sorry, but I don’t have the ability to see through your stealth! I’m just doing what I think is best.” 

-Strange guy… Alright, I understand. If you have a plan, that’s fine. 

The moment the telepathy ceased, I felt a strange tickle at my throat. 

No doubt about it. It was the same killing intent I felt when facing Bathory. 

Something similar was lurking underground. 

Soon, a colorful trail created by the dazzling jewels on a blade flew towards me. 

Somehow breaking through the underground rock, the blade strike aimed precisely at my neck. 

-…Huh. Avoid this? 

But his attack was in vain. 

Leaning back and jumping, I performed a movement akin to acrobatics, managing not to fall. 

Landing in a backflip, albeit unsteadily. 

“We haven’t been apart long, yet you’ve already reached such a state.” 

While Perno expressed his amazement, I was catching my breath. 

The moment I sensed the direction of the killing intent, I barely managed to dodge by leaping. 

I couldn’t even think about counterattacking; I just barely escaped with my body intact. 

But given my pathetic physical condition, not only was my stamina depleted, but I also felt a headache from the sensation of mana draining away, as if part of my brain was emptied. 

Indeed, avoiding a strike from such a high-level individual seemed to drain a significant amount of mana. 

“Now it’s my turn!” 

I quickly stepped forward before he could hide again. 

The best defense is offense. 

If I let him use another smoke bomb, I would be conceding the initiative, so I had to act first. 

*** 

-Clang! 

Perno broke into a cold sweat as the dark blade aimed for his neck. 

‘Such a terrifying rate of growth.’ 

On the verge of retirement and having come to the North, 

he found himself in awe of the shining gem before him. 

The strike he had thrown, partly to assert his authority as a teacher, was deftly avoided by the very person proving himself to be the Frost Mane he had claimed. 

‘…Honestly, when he said he had grasped and mastered most of the book’s content, I thought it was just bravado.’ 

But that movement was unmistakably the same secret movement technique he used.

‘Ah, he must have honed his skills serving as a squire to that promising knight.”‘

Watching him not miss the opportunity to strike back at him, it was clear that he was skilled not only in fleeing but also in combat. 

However, he was definitely mistaken about something. 

“Firstly, there are two main things to point out. This is not a sparring session, it’s a lesson.” 

-Clang! 

The clash of black and gold blades sparked. 

A test of strength, rare in a dagger fight. 

In a flash, Perno twisted his wrist, applying weight and pushing forward. 

Unlike himself, rich in experience, his young apprentice still showed deficiencies in technique. 

“Ugh!” 

“Well, if it were a sparring match, your approach would be correct. Evading and then relentlessly attacking is the best strategy you can adopt in actual combat. But the very act of trying to evade in the first place was a mistake.” 

He shouldn’t have dodged that attack. 

His strike was merely to induce Hans’s counterattack. 

Wanting to learn the art of counterattacking in the movement technique. 

Responding as he did was a neglect of his initial objective, especially at this early stage. 

But a good teacher should be able to adapt to unexpected situations. 

“Counterattacking is a high-difficulty skill requiring various elements. Broadly, it can be divided into two stages. First, like this, you face the weapon and accumulate the impact.” 

That’s the basis of a counterattack. 

Impossible to achieve while evading. 

“And the next step is simple. Like this.” 

-Clang! 

As he raised the dagger, both of their arms shot up into the air. 

He then shifted his body weight forward, thrusting his elbow into his opponent’s right shoulder. 

“Ugh!” 

“How about that? Impossible to dodge with that movement technique, right?” 

Perno smirked. 

His brash apprentice tried, but he couldn’t escape as his feet got entangled and he fell heavily. 

“This way, using the accumulated impact as a basis, you deliver an unavoidable maximum blow to your opponent. That’s the essence of counterattacking.” 

There were various methods. 

Whether it’s destroying the opponent’s weapon, applying a joint lock, or, as he just did, hindering their feet. 

In more advanced stages, it was even possible to induce exhaustion in the opponent through evasion and then counterattack.

However, as someone just beginning to learn the basics, there was something he needed to avoid. 

He first needed to master blocking attacks efficiently to cause exhaustion in the opponent. 

He understood why his disciple struggled with counterattacking. 

“It seems that having become too accustomed to evasion, you focus only on avoiding attacks rather than blocking them.” 

Knowing the problem is half the solution. 

Given his remarkable talent so far, he should be able to learn quickly. 

“Look at you, hanging around with knights and even catching their competitive spirit, huh?” 

“It’s noisy here.” 

Hans, forced to his knees, clenched his fists and trembled. 

Perno’s lips curled up towards the sky. 

It seemed Hans was deeply frustrated by his defeat against such a superior opponent. 

“I understand. However, I still can’t quite grasp it. Please, let’s try again.” 

‘Seeing this, competitiveness doesn’t seem entirely negative. He could become arrogant, indulging in his own talent, and the disappointment could be great, but still.’ 

Well, from a teacher’s perspective, it was a welcome challenge. 

“Repeated training will surely be helpful. Let’s go again.” 

This was the same person who learned the movement technique just by glancing at a book. 

Imagine what kind of monster he could become if talent was combined with effort. 

Perhaps even more notorious than the Sand Mole, a legendary thief might emerge in the North. 

Perno felt a secret anticipation. 

[The presence of a master has been confirmed.] 

[Skill proficiency speed increases by 30%.]

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“Recently, it seems that Liza doesn’t visit often.”

After finishing their training, Luciana casually remarked,

But in her tone, there was a profound bitterness.

It was a clear expression of emotion, uncharacteristic of Luciana.

Given her limited social relationships, it might be because she considers Elizabeth a special friend.

“We talked about our engagement.”

We had a good conversation involving a demon in the middle.

It was about not interfering with each other.

“Ah, what happened?”

“Instead of binding ourselves as fiancés right away,

we decided to enjoy the freedom of our youth more.”

“I see…”

Contrary to her previous sigh, this time a sigh of relief mixed with contentment escaped her lips.

“Then you don’t have to go to the count’s house.”

“Yes, fortunately, Lady Frontal was considerate of my situation.”

“That’s good.”

Regardless of Elizabeth’s infrequent visits, I roughly knew where her relief stemmed from.

[Luciana’s Affection Level: 45 (Trust)]

[Current Psychological State]

[She is pleased that Hans does not have to leave the Duke’s house.]

Perhaps because her affection level increased, her true feelings were revealed once more.

“You’re too valuable a talent to send elsewhere.”

My past hardships were not in vain.

Had I not known this, I might have yearned for Elizabeth even more.

A feeling of satisfaction filled my heart.

The only question is…

Why did the affection level increase?

This time, it was solely tied to Elizabeth, and there was no significant interaction with Luciana herself.

“Are you that pleased I didn’t leave?”

“I wish you would just keep your mouth shut, but please, at least brew the black tea properly before you speak.”

I’ve become so accustomed to this kind of verbal lashing that it no longer clouds my thoughts.

“Won’t I eventually get better?”

“It’s fine. I have no expectations. You excel in other areas, including training, making you rather suitable as my attendant.”

Reflecting on the recent training, I thought about Luciana’s growth. Could it be likened to a mid-boss in a game, representing her progress?

Her swordsmanship skills kept improving day by day.

On the contrary, I was only getting weaker.

My fighting style, creating variables by hitting unexpected points, had become predictable to her. My advantage had faded due to her adaptation from countless trainings.

‘This can’t go on.’

The sudden realization of my anxiety dimmed the earlier sense of satisfaction.

It’s one thing to be defeated by Luciana; she is a true genius.

But my stagnation in growth means I might not be able to face future dangers.

Prevention is better than cure.

I need to grow to prepare for the future.

And most importantly, Luciana beside me is continuously advancing. How can I just sit idly by?

To remain by her side until the end, I must become a versatile and perfect attendant.

-Creak.

As I pondered how to grow, a puppy came to my feet.

“…Don’t you ever skip a meal? Are you a wolf, or a pig?”

The once helpless newborn could now walk on its own.

It was treated like a relic, recognizing immediately who would feed it and always following me around when hungry, which was problematic.

The creature hardly showed any signs of being a wild beast.

“What are you saying to Freide? It’s still a puppy. If it hears harsh words during its growth, who knows how it might turn out.”

A cold voice came from the real owner, whose forehead creased in worry.

As expected from past interactions, it seemed she had grown quite attached to the dog, more than just a simple hunting companion.

“I’ll watch my words.”

Such devotion.

Shrugging, I casually agreed and took out Freide’s favorite food from my pocket.

It was jerky from a guardian deity who had selflessly offered its own body even in death.

Smelling it, Freide’s tail started wagging vigorously.

“You always know how to pick the precious stuff.”

Perhaps for Freide, the guardian deity’s jerky was like a tonic.

Speaking of tonics, I’ve got a good idea.

‘There is indeed a rare elixir available only at the northern auction house.’

In any region, where there is light, there is also shadow – a timeless truth. The area where the nobility I’m involved with operates is sunny, but its underworld is rough and barren.

Thieves’ guilds, black markets, red-light districts…

A world of the survival of the fittest, yet moving according to the rules set by the strong.

Unbound by ethics and pretense, it’s a place to acquire rare items that can’t be found in the noble houses obsessed with appearances.

‘With my current status, I should never be able to step foot there.’

But there was no problem, despite their restrictions on external nobility.

[Frost Mane]

[Relations]

[Thieves’ Guild: Interest]

I have another name, after all.

With a reputation interesting enough for the Thieves’ Guild, I shouldn’t be double-crossed.

At that moment.

My vision filled with a blue hue.

“What are you pondering so deeply about?”

“I’m reviewing my spar with Lady Luciana, even thinking of ways to win.”

Luciana, who had stopped ahead, looked back at me with a slight smirk.

“You dream big. You haven’t even seen the second technique of this sword yet.”

…This cheeky little thing.

Who taught her? Her provocation has grown just as splendidly as she scratches at my patience.

No, that’s not it.

Let’s be honest.

That’s why.

‘Since she acquired that sword, she has never shown her true intentions in a duel.’

“Just you wait and see. I’ll win in a major fight.”

Unfortunately, I lack the innate talent she has.

So, I need to bolster my strength through items, as I’ve always done.

Otherwise, I’ll be nothing but dead weight.

And that’s not something I can accept.

“Don’t get your hopes up.”

Was it my determined demeanor as a loyal attendant that she liked? Luciana looked up at me with a smile on her lips.

***

Late at night, after finishing my work, I sat at my desk in the corner of my room, organizing my thoughts.

“The target is the Frostroot at the auction.”

Frostroot.

A one-time buff elixir that temporarily amplifies the user’s abilities.

It’s the same kind of one-time buff elixir I had during the battle with the guardian deity.

The truth is, Frostroot isn’t very popular.

Given the same price, people prefer other elixirs that provide a permanent increase in abilities, hence its lesser popularity.

But this time, the Frostroot appearing in the black market is of a different caliber from what I’ve had before.

It possesses abilities that would perfectly complement my combat style, so I definitely want to get my hands on it.

“The problem is money.”

I started jotting down various thoughts in the blank spaces of my notebook.

Salary, robbery, auction house raid…

Although I do have a salary from my job as an attendant, it’s nothing compared to the wealth of the big shots who frequent the black market.

Since it looks just like a regular Frostroot, the competition might not be too fierce, but you never know.

Now that this place has become my reality, I can’t predict what might happen.

Robbery or raiding the auction house are out of the question with my current abilities.

Especially now, when the security of each noble house has been tightened.

“If only I could find a way to raise funds.”

But there seemed to be no way out.

The North is famously insular.

It’s unlikely that a stranger like me could find a well-off place willing to lend money.

In the end, I had no choice but to rely on the people around me.

‘My connections are limited to Luciana, Yegor, Bathory, and Elizabeth.’

Our Lady and the Count, being traditional nobles, wouldn’t lend money for something that would end up in the underworld.

Bathory, perhaps in the Evildon Empire but here, is penniless.

“Looks like I have no choice but to approach Elizabeth.”

Being a merchant’s daughter, she probably has money. And being in the dark market, she wouldn’t be unaware of its existence.

However, my concern was something else.

– Really? A demon like you coveting such a common elixir?  That’s quite unexpected.

“Tch.”

I could vividly imagine Elizabeth, busy with her calculator, looking up at me.

Our alliance was solely based on ‘not hindering my staying by Luciana’s side.’

But for her, who’s an excellent clingy type, the current situation would still be unsatisfactory.

What if she decides to join the auction for the elixir I’m targeting, just because I let slip some information?

It would be like watching the roof after losing the chickens.

“Sigh. If only she had some business ethics.”

I don’t hold out hope.

If she had been ethical all along, how could Frontal have seized control of the North’s financial lifelines?

Back to square one.

An awkward situation to ask anyone for help.

My head started to throb.

Then,

“Do you need help?”

Was I too absorbed in figuring out how to secure funds?

A maid had quietly approached and was standing by my side, bowing her head.

“What are you doing? How dare you enter this room without my consent?”

Even among the servants of the same ducal household, there was a hierarchy.

Naturally, at the top was Yegor, the chief attendant who assisted the duke, bearing responsibility for every minor affair of the house.

Next were the attendants and maids, including myself.

How could commoners assist the noble blood of the duke?

Even if rotting, we were nobility, and attendants and maids belonged to the respected class.

And at the bottom of the hierarchy were the maids and servants like the one before me.

Coming from commoner backgrounds, they handled chores like cleaning, dishwashing, and stable work in various parts of the ducal household.

Thus, this maid entering my room without hearing my response was a breach of noble etiquette.

Surely, she must have been hired recently to fill the vacancies left by retirees.

What was her name again? Sally?

“Tch, enough. What can I say to a newcomer? Go back, and be careful next time.”

Assuming it was a simple mistake by a new recruit, I gestured for her to leave.

“But if it’s money you need, I could lend you some.”

However, I had to turn back upon hearing a voice that followed, for it belonged to a middle-aged man.

And it sounded all too familiar.

“…You sure arrive quickly.”

“Uhaha, sorry about that. There was a lot of leftover work in the West.”

The person disguising as a maid with a gruff voice was none other than Sand Mole, Perno.

He was the master who led me to the path of a phantom thief.

“It seems I got really heated up after being thwarted by the Roberk ducal house. They tightened their net so fiercely. Had a hard time shaking them off.”

The maid’s frame and face twisted, returning to the familiar form of Perno.

Grumbling, he turned to me.

“I heard about it. The notorious Frost Mane of the North, that’s you, isn’t it?”

“What if I say it’s not me?”

“Then I’d be a bit disappointed. My disciple falling behind someone unknown, that’s what it would mean.”

“Really now. If it wasn’t for Frost Mane, you wouldn’t even look back.”

Shrugging, I virtually admitted to being Frost Mane, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

“Exactly, I believed in you amidst all those wild rumors.”

“Wild rumors, you say?”

It’s inevitable for a phantom thief to be surrounded by rumors. Hearing them from someone else made me curious.

“The Thieves’ Guild has really gone downhill, huh? They say an unidentified demon entered the North, or a hunter chasing demons, or someone who killed a great spirit ruling over the mountains.”

My spine chilled.

Was the Thieves’ Guild’s intelligence network this formidable?

“…But who would believe that? They just bring strange rumors and try to extract information fees.”

Fortunately, Perno was so busy criticizing the Thieves’ Guild that he didn’t notice my cold sweat. I composed my expression and changed the topic.

“So, what brings you here? Do you finally have time to teach me more?”

“Well, there’s that. I’m planning a big job before I retire.”

Perno turned to me, forming a circle with his thumb and index finger, and waved his arm. His smile, in the hairy maid’s outfit, wasn’t exactly a pleasant sight.

“I plan to make a hefty profit on my last heist.”

“So, the loot from the West wasn’t enough for you, I see.”

I clicked my tongue as if to emphasize my point. The artifacts he had turned over must be enough to build a new hideout.

“You don’t understand. It’s a rule to gather even the smallest speck when stepping out of the game.”

“So, who’s your target this time?”

Surely not the Speda Ducal House. There had been a security gap since the guardian deity’s death, but…

Fortunately, my guess was off the mark. In his hand, he held a thin black paper that looked like a ribbon.

“That is….”

“Oh, you seem to know what this is.”

Of course. How could I not recognize the entrance ticket to the place I’m intending to go?

“The top artifact of the black market auction is a perfect ornament for my retirement party.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

A stage set by a legendary phantom thief.

“May I join as a partner in this endeavor?”

After all, don’t hog all the spoils for yourself. How about sharing a bit with your disciple?

Love flows downwards, right? Don’t you know that?

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“Well then, let’s start the meeting!”

There were three people seated at a hastily made round table with magic.

“What meeting? You’re just going to ramble on as you please, anyway.”

One of them, the very person who had conjured this round table by lifting the floor of the cave, was Bathory.

Her red eyes and fangs revealed that she was a vampire, a being distinct from humans.

There was a faint dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Of course, there was the minor issue of me having destroyed a security spell, but that was merely a secondary reason.

The main cause was something else.

“I was hoping to properly savor some fresh blood after a long time. It’s truly regrettable.”

Perhaps the biggest part of her disappointment was not being able to feed on the wizard she had caught.

Her blood-red tongue flicked between her fangs.

-Shiver.

She openly whetted her appetite, a clear posture of a predator.

It was natural for the party being treated as prey, Elizabeth, to tremble in fear.

“…Just tell me about the specific plan you mentioned earlier. I don’t want to stay long.”

‘Hmm?’

Still, she managed to push back her fear and retort sharply at me.

“Ahem. Then let’s start by reaffirming each other’s goals.”

I already knew them to some extent.

But the first step of true cooperation is to understand each other’s goals and reduce the chances of interference.

Elizabeth nodded in agreement to my words.

“My goal is as you said.”

“There’s no need to be ashamed of your own desires.”

“……Eek!”

A desire she could not voice herself.

For her, a fervent devotee of Luciana, there was only one goal.

Becoming a unique existence just for her.

“Now, next! Lady Bathory, please say something.”

“From the time I met you to now, nothing has changed.”

Bathory, still not completely over her dissatisfaction, crossed her legs and replied indifferently to my question.

It was impressive that she still diligently responded to my requests.

“Revenge against Turen, and regaining my position in the Evildon Empire. That’s enough for me.”

“So, you mean you have no connection with the demons invading the north?”

“What does human land mean to me anyway?”

“Sigh.”

Elizabeth, turning her head and secretly letting out a sigh of relief at the explicit confirmation.

It seemed like an excuse and relief for her actions, expressed in the form of a sigh.

But still, the fact that she had colluded with the demons doesn’t change.

Such shallow rationalization.

‘Well, it’s good for me.’

“Now it’s my turn. My goal is more base and instinctual than yours. Simply, it’s appetite.”

“Appetite?”

“Yes. Doppelgangers are demons that live off the emotions of sentient beings. In that sense, the emotions emitted by our lady here are quite a delicacy.”

I smiled slyly, facing Elizabeth’s somewhat pale face.

“The charisma befitting her position, the confidence matching her martial skills, the steadfast loyalty to her family, and the small enticement that blossoms within, all combine to create a taste of fantasy that you wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m not interested.”

“Same here.”

Surprisingly, the two women agreed on something.

To be honest, since I’m not a real doppelganger, I don’t actually know what that tastes like.

‘But the concept has to be clear.’

“Such a gourmet flavor requires seasoning, of course. Ah, the emotions of our lady when she finds out her trusted servant is actually a demon! Hehe, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Do you plan to harm Lucie?”

Elizabeth’s mood turned icy in an instant.

Well, it was a reaction within the expected range.

To her, a follower, the well-being of Luciana would be of utmost importance.

I wasn’t much different, but I deliberately clicked my tongue and exaggeratedly shrugged my shoulders.

“Oh, come on! Listen till the end. My actions are precisely what will fulfill your desires.”

“…What?”

“Who would she confide in about the hurt of betrayal in my absence?”

Luciana.

Unfortunately, her lofty pride didn’t lend much help in human relationships.

This was something even I couldn’t cover for.

In the game, she was almost a loner.

“Family? She would feel ashamed to consult about such a matter. Friends? Not only does she have few, but as a noble, it’s impossible to reveal weaknesses to them, except for you.”

In truth, apart from Elizabeth, there was no one who could truly be called a friend to Luciana, beyond the interests of nobility.

Elizabeth bit her lip and let out a faint moan.

“Ugh. But this is a betrayal to Luciana.”

“What are you talking about? I’m the one betraying, not you. All you need to do is subtly offer counsel afterwards, so there’s no need for you to feel burdened. You just didn’t tell her, even though you knew. The reason being, um… because you were threatened?”

I gently sprinkled the poisoned bait towards her.

Elizabeth was a noble, but also a merchant.

She knew how to calculate her gains rather than fuss over cumbersome ethical concerns.

Especially with the ‘threatened’ part.

A sure exit strategy for any unforeseeable circumstances.

“What do you want from me?”

Her bright eyes, matching her hair color, scanned me cautiously, harboring suspicion.

True to her quick grasp of situations, her eagerness to understand my demands was satisfying.

If she had been easily swayed, I would have been suspicious.

“There’s only one thing I want. Don’t interfere with my prey.”

“Interference?”

“It means don’t think of using a political marriage as an excuse to kick me out of the duke’s residence.”

Along with that, I unleashed a dense mana through the artifact Amen.

Feeling the change in my atmosphere, she swallowed hard and struggled to nod her head.

“Alright, I won’t interfere.”

That settles it.

Now that she’s heard my plan, she must have made her own judgment.

Rather, she probably realized that aligning me with Luciana would be more beneficial for the future she envisions.

“That’s strange.”

“What do you mean?”

“If it’s as you say, wouldn’t now be the perfect time? Having saved the descendant of a warrior from me, you must have already gained her considerable trust.”

Surprisingly, it was Bathory who raised an objection.

Of course, as a demon, her point was quite distant from moral right or wrong.

“Do you know what meat, wine, and emotions have in common?”

“…What are you trying to say now?”

“The more they age, the deeper and richer their flavors become.”

Even I felt intoxicated by my own voice.

Bathory, who had questioned my nonsense, and even Elizabeth, wore expressions of disbelief.

‘The art of extreme concept is to blur the line between reality and act.’

“I was foolish to expect a sensible answer from you.”

“My answer is based on the primal desires of a living being, quite sensible indeed.”

[You have perfectly deceived both the lady and the demon.]

[The infamy of Frost Mane increases.]

The status window, acknowledging my performance, granted me a small reward.

As I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders, Bathory sighed and then twisted her fingers through her hair.

“But what about your contract with me? You haven’t forgotten our deal, have you?”

“I’ve prepared some exceptionally potent blood for you.”

I pulled out a special gift to soothe her irritation.

Even the high and mighty nocturnal nobility couldn’t hide their honesty when it came to food.

Trying to act nonchalant with her arms crossed, she couldn’t help but keep glancing at the oak barrel I had brought out.

“It seems that even monsters become legendary creatures if they live long enough. This is blood from a centuries-old Yeti raised in the duke’s estate. I hope it suits Lady Bathory’s palate.”

“Hehe, certainly more useful than the blood of insignificant beasts. …This breaks my fantasy, though.”

Worried someone might steal it, Bathory quickly used telekinesis to float the barrel to one side of the underground passage.

Elizabeth shook her head as she watched this.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just that… you know, when people talk about demons, they always say certain things. I always thought of them as enemies.”

The faint emotion reflected in her eyes as she looked at Bathory.

Sympathy.

The pitiful sight of Bathory, who had just a moment ago instilled fear as an arrogant and powerful being, now fluctuating over a mere barrel of blood, seemed to evoke pity.

‘Even so, Bathory could tear someone like Elizabeth apart with a flick of her finger.’

Being fooled by the fragile appearance of a demon, despite knowing her true nature, is a judgment typical of an inexperienced noble girl.

It’s not a bad development for me.

“Why don’t you, Lady Elizabeth, make a deal with Lady Bathory then?”

It was more akin to sponsorship than an actual trade.

Elizabeth, with her eyes wide open, questioned back.

“A deal?”

“She may seem like this, but she’s a vampire well-versed in magic. It could be a great opportunity for you, a wizard.”

From my perspective, Bathory and Elizabeth had a lot to gain from each other.

Elizabeth, unlike me, who had to be cautious even when losing a bit of blood, was a genuine lady with influence over a trading company.

Monster blood?

Of course, the blood had significant value as a material for scrolls.

But wouldn’t it be ridiculously cheap to hire a teacher of Bathory’s caliber with it?

However, based on the principles of supply and demand, for Bathory in her current situation, it would be an invaluable payment.

“But a deal with a demon…”

“Why are you hesitating? You’ve already joined hands with me.”

After all, the first step is always the hardest.

A little push was all it would take.

“Just do the math. Isn’t it more fitting for a northern noble to exploit a demon who is oblivious to her own worth in employment due to her obsession with revenge, to the marrow?”

At my whisper, her pupils shook violently. That’s when…

An icy voice cut through the air.

“Did you think I wouldn’t hear you whispering like that?”

“Oh, you heard?”

Trying to appear nonchalant, I shrugged as Bathory let out a sigh of exasperation.

However, her sharp gaze remained, soon turning into a piercing rebuke towards Elizabeth.

“Even in my pitiful state, I haven’t thrown away my pride. Do you think I have any magic to teach to a worthless human?”

Oops.

I clicked my tongue as I watched Elizabeth tremble.

‘I was going to explain it to her later.’

Since we had agreed to form an alliance anyway.

It might be a good idea to set things straight now.

I had no choice but to enlighten this naive and hasty being, who still couldn’t recognize who was really in charge and was blabbering away.

“I’ve seen the products sold by the Frontal trading company before, including blood from large monsters like Yetis and Trolls.”

“…Ahem! That can be handled with the help of your own kind.”

It seemed she, too, still harbored some reluctance towards humans, much like Elizabeth.

Though momentarily hesitant at the mention of the blood she so desired, Bathory shook her head vigorously and looked at me, her eyes filled with a belief that I could obviously do it. I tilted my head, continuing my point.

“Well, I can’t provide a stable and regular supply.”

“Hmm…”

“It’s frustrating. You’re talking about revenge but being picky about your weapon? You should use whatever comes to hand.”

But this aversion was a completely useless obstacle.

It was a matter of efficiency.

Bathory was like a hidden blade in this game, capable of confronting the final boss, the disaster.

Naturally, the quicker she regained her strength, the easier it would be for me to navigate through the perilous storyline.

“Well, the choice is yours. But at this rate, I wonder how you plan to exact your revenge on Turen?”

Flash.

With a slight provocation, her red pupils widened again, and the atmosphere shifted.

Rage was swirling within. A heavy murderous intent, like sharp fangs piercing the skin.

Drip.

A cold sweat ran down my back.

“Advice is often bitter to taste.”

But I couldn’t back down now.

If I showed weakness here, it would all be for naught.

I chuckled and closed my mouth.

Our gazes locked for a moment, sparks flying.

“Your point has some merit.”

Bathory was the first to look away in the tense atmosphere.

“It’s laughable when I think about it. I’m hardly in a position to be choosy, am I?”

-Click. Click.

The sound of her high heels echoed in the underground chamber, as she approached the person who had been left out of the conversation.

“Hey, young wizard. What did you say your name was?”

“…Elizabeth Frontal of the Frontal Count House.”

“Tch, that’s too long. I’ll just call you Elli.”

The vampire reached out her hand first towards the still hesitant noble lady.

“Teaching magic to a human doesn’t exactly thrill me, but I guess this is a problem a loser must endure. I’m counting on you.”

Soon, Elizabeth, seemingly having made up her mind, grasped her hand in return.

“I’m counting on you too. As for the blood, I’ll provide it after seeing the results of your training. I can get some from valuable monsters too.”

Even while trembling, she, like a true corporate entity, set the payment terms to be determined later, ensuring not to commit upfront – a certain deviousness in play.

Truly, being a merchant isn’t for everyone, I thought.

***

Ferno was baffled when he first heard the rumors.

“A thief ‘Frost Mane’ in the North? Already?”

Given that he was still being pursued by the Duke of Loberk’s house.

He had been so focused on covering his tracks that he hadn’t looked into the details, but what, was the Count’s vault a neighborhood storage unit?

Even the news reported in the newspapers was undeniably a significant achievement.

“I see he is doing well even without me. Let’s see how much he has grown.”

A deep smile, uncharacteristic for the dry face of a merchant suited for the desert, spread across his face.

He had business in the North anyway.

With his own affairs somewhat settled, it was the right time to visit the apprentice he had left on his own.

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