Patron 4

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Time passed, and it was now the second year since Alon had rescued Yutia and begun exchanging letters with her regularly.

“I’ve successfully rescued them again this time.”

“Is that so?”

Alon received the good news from Evan.

“Did you send them to the orphanage?”

“Yes, this makes it the fifth one.”

At Evan’s words, Alon nodded.

Over the past year, Alon had successfully rescued the three Sins he originally planned to save.

‘Saving the Sin of Greed was a bit tricky.’

The third Sin he rescued, who is currently known by the name Rine Groff, was difficult to find, but rescuing her itself wasn’t that challenging. The same went for the other Sins.

It took a few months to locate each one, but with Alon diligently using his game knowledge to direct Evan, they were all found.

As he looked at Evan, who had been running around to rescue the Five Great Sins over the past year, Alon spoke.

“You can take a break now.”

“Is it over?”

“It’s over.”

“That’s a relief.”

Evan let out a sigh of relief and looked at Alon.

“But, Young Master, aren’t you happy?”

“Of course, I’m happy.”

“You don’t look like it, though.”

“Really?”

At Evan’s remark, Alon turned to look at the mirror.

In it was the face of Alon, a face he had grown accustomed to.

‘Indeed…’

The man reflected in the mirror had a blank expression.

No, on closer inspection, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but the change in his expression was so subtle that it would be hard to notice unless one looked closely.

Alon tried to force his face into a smile, but stopped when he saw that his face, which was normally quite decent-looking, now looked like that of a strange man.

‘It feels like only my facial muscles didn’t fully adapt to this body.’

Unlike before, when his emotions were clearly displayed, Alon’s face now rarely showed any expression. Even if it did, the change was exceedingly subtle.

‘Not that it’s a bad thing.’

Of course, Alon didn’t think much of it. The fact that his emotions didn’t show wasn’t a problem for him, but rather for others who interacted with him. He wasn’t particularly bothered by it.

‘Anyway, this concludes everything I needed to do for now.’

Alon smiled as he thought of the five potential Sins he had gathered at the orphanage.

‘I didn’t expect things to go this well.’

In truth, Alon hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly from the start.

The Five Great Sins had every reason to become the monsters they were destined to be. No matter how hard Alon tried, it wasn’t like he could save them before they encountered any misfortune at all.

In other words, Alon’s only concern had been that he wouldn’t be able to save the Five Great Sins until they were already too far gone. But contrary to his worries, all five of the Sins were growing up normally.

“Evan.”

“Yes.”

“When you visited the orphanage last time, you said there didn’t seem to be any problems, right?”

“When I checked, even Rine and Seolrang, who were in bad shape before arriving at the orphanage, had returned to a relatively normal state.”

“Really?”

“Yes. When I first rescued Seolrang, she was like a broken doll, doing nothing and just staying still, but at the orphanage, she was getting along well. Similarly, when I first rescued Rine, she kept her eyes closed as if she didn’t want to see anything, but when I saw her last, she was reading a book with interest.”

At Evan’s report, Alon nodded.

The content matched what Yutia had written in her letters.

‘I didn’t expect Yutia to do such a good job.’

Initially, Alon had left Yutia at the orphanage not only to keep her at a distance, but also because there was a setting in which she was somewhat attached to the orphanage.

However, he hadn’t been entirely sure that she would take care of the other children as well, and he had originally planned to send Evan to check on the situation and, if necessary, bring in professional help.

‘But that’s not necessary anymore.’

Alon smiled.

Everything had gone even better than he expected, and thanks to Yutia’s efforts, there was now only one thing left for Alon to do.

‘Develop some level of self-defense skills.’

Of course, as the third son of the Palatio Count’s family, if he didn’t take any particular action, his life wouldn’t be in danger.

Especially since Evan was by his side.

But given that this world was based on a dark fantasy, it was essential to have at least some ability to protect himself. He was considering learning magic.

“Oh, by the way, have you heard about the ‘Blue Moon,’ Young Master?”

While he was pondering this, Evan’s question brought Alon back to the present.

“The Blue Moon?”

“Yes, it’s a recently famous organization in the eastern regions. From what I’ve heard, they’ve been hunting down other organizations.”

“An organization hunting other organizations?”

“Yes.”

“Then they’re doing a good thing.”

Alon responded dully, having fully adapted to the dark fantasy world.

If the Blue Moon were massacring civilians, it would be a cause for concern. But if they were hunting other organizations, that was a different story.

After all, in this continent, Alon had never seen or heard of any organization that didn’t involve death in some way.

If they were hunting those who played with human lives, there wasn’t much reason to view them negatively, so Alon simply responded as such.

“The problem is that they’re also killing nobles.”

“Evan.”

“Yes, Young Master?”

“Starting today, you’ll sleep in the room next to mine.”

Alon said decisively after hearing Evan’s follow-up.

‘Considering that this Blue Moon organization wasn’t mentioned in the original story, it’s likely that they disappear before the main events start. But… Ah, come to think of it, Leo’s been in a bad mood lately. Could it be because of them?’

As Alon pondered this, he shrugged and began writing a letter in response to the one he received from Yutia yesterday.

“Hmm…”

As usual, Yutia’s letter contained the same kind of content—some greetings, a brief update on the current state of those Alon had asked her to take care of, and a list of sponsors.

After confirming this, Alon considered mentioning the ‘Blue Moon’ organization that Evan had just told him about, but decided against it.

The Blue Moon might be hunting organizations and nobles, but they weren’t targeting orphanages filled with children.

As always, Alon finished writing the letter and sent it through the mercenary guild.

It was a relaxed day.

***

A few weeks later, at the orphanage in the eastern region.

During a regular meeting that had begun on a weekly basis after activities had officially started, Yutia was reading the letter Alon had sent.

“Is that a letter from him? Let me read it! Me too!”

“Me too, I want to read it.”

A girl enthusiastically waved her hand, while another girl opposite her quietly raised her own hand as Yutia read the letter.

Even in the dimly lit hideout, their golden and green eyes sparkled—these were Seolrang and Rine, the future Sins of Pride and Greed, respectively.

“Here.”

“Really? Can I really see it? You didn’t let me see it last time!”

“It’s about time I did.”

Yutia smiled as she handed the letter over. Seolrang and Rine, along with Deus, who had been silently watching, all looked at the letter with curiosity.

A little while later,

“…Is this… an instruction sheet?”

“It just looks like an ordinary conversation…”

They all expressed their confusion as they reread the letter before them.

The letter contained nothing but mundane daily conversation.

Deus, seeking an explanation, looked at Yutia with a questioning expression, and she smiled as she explained.

“That’s how it’s supposed to look. He ordered me from the beginning to write it as if it were just a normal conversation.”

Then, Yutia pulled out a slightly worn letter from her chest and showed it to them.

The content of the letter was simple. It started with casual greetings and naturally moved on to suggest that they regularly exchange letters about the orphanage.

“…?”

“…?”

Seolrang and Rine frowned, puzzled.

But Deus, seemingly understanding the true intent behind the letter, spoke.

“Is it because he doesn’t want any secrets to be leaked, so he exchanges letters in this way?”

“Correct.”

“I see.”

Deus nodded in agreement, then glanced at Seolrang and Rine, who were still focused on the letter.

“If he’s worried about leaks, wouldn’t it be better to use magic communication or have us go and report in person regularly?”

“Right.”

“Then why insist on using letters?”

“Because that’s his will.”

Yutia smiled as she added,

“If he’s decided to do it this way, we follow. There’s no need to question or think about it.”

At her words, Deus felt a dryness in his mouth.

While Yutia’s emotions were generally calm, whenever she spoke about him, there was a deep, unsettling conviction that even made his skin crawl.

“…Understood.”

Thus, Deus nodded quietly, looking into her red eyes, which now gleamed with the light of a fanatic.

With that, Yutia collected the letter she had distributed to the members and carefully stored it in her chest, marking the end of the ‘meeting.’

“Seolrang, what about the north?”

“You mean the slavers?”

“Yes.”

At Yutia’s question, Seolrang flashed a bright smile.

“I took care of them all.”

“And your identity?”

“I wasn’t exposed! The clothes Rine made seem to be working well. I gave them a quiz, saying I’d let them live if they could correctly describe my face, but no one could answer.”

“And then?”

“I plucked them all. Their heads.”

Her words were excessively brutal for such a cheerful laugh, but Yutia calmly turned her gaze to Deus.

“And the south?”

“Avalon was running rampant, so I cleaned them up. And I found something else to discuss while I was there.”

“What is it?”

“The head of Avalon is the eldest son of the Count’s family where he resides, correct?”

Yutia nodded silently at Deus’s question.

However…

“…It seems the eldest son is trying to poison him.”

As soon as he said that,

“What?”

The atmosphere froze.

Just moments ago, Seolrang, who had been smiling brightly, folded her ears back and looked around nervously, while Rine, who had been quietly observing, fixed her gaze forward.

The only one who could look Yutia in the eyes was Deus, who had anticipated this reaction.

But even he felt a cold sweat running down his back as he sensed the overwhelming killing intent that was far stronger than expected.

After a short while,

“…Are you certain?”

“There was an instruction sheet.”

“Did you bring it?”

“Yes.”

Deus pulled out the letter from his chest as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Without blinking, Yutia read the letter.

[Once the Count, whose lifespan is nearly over, dies, quietly poison him and dispose of him.]

After reading that final line,

“I see.”

She gripped the instruction sheet tightly.

“So, it’s true.”

With a chilling look in her eyes, she muttered softly.

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Round 102

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I entered an empty bathroom in the guild building and used the Master of Gluttony. Familiar messages appeared.

[Confirming the master of the dungeon, Lee Kyu-seong]

[Entry is permitted]

[Remaining mana: 19/20]

[Open the door.]

At first, I didn’t understand what “open the door” meant, but after a few tests, I figured it out. I opened the door of a nearby bathroom stall with Ara. Inside, the scenery of the dungeon unfolded.

“We’re here!”

Ara bounced and ran inside.

Chasing after her, I called Bokkeum, who was playing nearby, and headed to the storage room.

“Hmmm!”

“Hmmm!”

Ara and I carefully inspected the storage room.

Even though we provided food to boost the guild members’ morale, we had to set aside ingredients for the antidote.

Alright, let’s check everything one by one!

Sesame leaves, lettuce, onions, garlic, bell peppers. And cherry tomatoes, baby carrots, radishes, eggplants, cucumbers, potatoes, sweet potatoes, embergrills, strawberries brought from upstairs.

There’s so much.

But we still had unharvested peppers, beans, and rice. Especially these three needed special care after harvesting, so I’d be busy.

“Pack the sesame leaves.”

“Sesame leaves!”

“Okay, lettuce, onions, garlic… pack them too.”

“Lettuce, onions, garlic!”

“Tomatoes are also antidote ingredients, but there are plenty, so no problem. Radishes are a no-go. Strawberries are borderline, so no.”

“Slurp.”

Ara was already drooling while packing the crops I mentioned. Cute.

“Hmm, and… Ah! There’s also the World tree mushrooms and honey here. We’ve gathered quite a bit of honey.”

I hadn’t paid much attention, but it seemed the fairies were storing it here. I occasionally gave Ara or Gomgom some as snacks, but with so much food, it had relatively piled up.

“Alright, let’s pack some honey too.”

“Okay!”

Bright eyes, a mouth dripping with drool.

I finally opened a jar of honey and handed it to Ara.

“Want some?”

“Ca-Can I eat this?”

“Of course! It’s ours.”

Ara reached out with a beaming face, but then she paused. Curious, I waited, and she closed the honey jar.

“Ara?”

“It’s for sharing.”

“Hm?”

“It’s better to eat together than alone!”

Ara wiped her drool and clenched her fists determinedly. Without thinking, I hugged her.

“Oh, my dear Ara, you’re so cute and admirable.”

“I am admirable and cute!”

I didn’t want to keep our cute Ara waiting any longer. I quickly packed the selected crops, handed them to Bokkeum, and got ready to leave.

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong!”

“Yes?”

“There’s a honey-flavored hot spring!”

Ara picked up Bokkeum and dashed off. Following her, I saw her taking Bokkeum to the honey-flavored hot spring.

Gulp! Gulp!

Bokkeum drank the hot spring water. 

The amazing thing was that despite how it looked, nothing got mixed up inside Bokkeum.

‘Bokkeum is really a good helper.’

Compared to Mark2, Poispois, and other slimes, Bokkeum was the quiet type. But he silently did his job.

Gulp! Gulp!

“Ah!”

Seeing Bokkeum drinking the hot spring water, Ara also felt thirsty and crouched down to drink with him.

The sight of the two slimes from behind was so adorable that I immediately took a picture. I should send this to Seon-ah.

“Did we pack everything?”

The equipment made of mithril would have to wait until next time. The raw ore was not yet processed, and there wasn’t enough to decide what to make.

“Let’s go!”

Ara picked up Bokkeum and stood up.

I grabbed the bag, which served as Bokkeum’s transport, and we exited through the same door we had entered.

Creak—

Opening the door, we returned to the bathroom inside the guild building.

[Gluttony Dungeon Portal Cooldown: 24 hours]

The cooldown started the moment we exited. Fortunately, no matter how long we stayed in the dungeon, it didn’t affect the time. Of course, the remaining mana would still decrease.

‘This will come in handy in emergencies. Though I hope it never comes to that.’

With Bokkeum in tow, we headed straight to the guild cafeteria. The chefs and cafeteria staff, who I had become familiar with, greeted me warmly.

“Kyu-seong! Long time no see. Are you here to eat?”

“Thanks to the vegetables you provide, working has been a joy lately. Please keep up the good work!”

As I exchanged greetings, Ara ran ahead and presented Bokkeum to them.

“Make lots of delicious food!”

“Huh? Ara, long time no see.”

“Yes!”

Seeing Ara’s sudden action, the confused staff turned to me.

“I brought some food because it looks like everyone’s been working hard due to the sudden situation.”

“What?! But we receive your supplies on time. And now you’re bringing these precious items here…”

“There’s not much else I can do to help the guild, so I thought I’d bring some food. Just like how you always prepare delicious meals for everyone.”

“Oh, no…”

The mix of astonishment and gratitude on the faces of the cafeteria staff made me feel a bit embarrassed.

While my crops were valuable, I had so many of them that it felt like they were underfoot.

‘…I saw sailors making ramen with rare seafood, and now I somewhat understand how that feels.’

Valuable crops? Sure, they were precious. But seeing the people around me enjoy eating them was more valuable to me. Of course, I wouldn’t just give them away like a pushover, but occasionally offering them as a service was fine.

Soon, Bokkeum started unloading the crops. The chefs’ faces lit up more and more with each item.

Then the cafeteria manager approached, grabbed my hand tightly, and thanked me. He started explaining something I hadn’t known.

“In fact, while Awakened Kyu-seong supplies the crops, most of them are used for guild members’ buff items. The ones that come to the cafeteria are either not classified as items or are surplus.”

“Hmm…”

The probability of my crops becoming items varied. Some had an over 80% chance, while others were about 50%.

The non-item crops were partially sent to Jae-seong in Japan for his culinary training, and the rest were supplied to the guild cafeteria.

Still, the numbers weren’t large. Non-item crops became food for our household, and only the leftovers were sent, resulting in small quantities.

“So, we can only plan a menu with your ingredients about once a month, or twice if we’re lucky. On those days, all the staff and guild members of Ara Hongryeon gather without going outside. It essentially turns into a group feast day. Haha.”

“I see.”

“Unexpected surprises like today will probably boost morale for many. Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Kyu-seong. Ah! But we’ll make sure to properly pay for these. I’ll deposit the payment into your account.”

“No, today is on the house. I’m just doing my part as a member of Ara Hongryeon. It’s not every day, and I can provide a meal like this on a day like today.”

“As expected of you, Mr. Kyu-seong… Thank you! We’ll do our best to serve you the finest dishes!”

The grateful manager began moving busily. With the large quantity of crops I brought, they’d be busy sorting and cooking them.

Meanwhile, I watched videos on YouTube with Ara that Seon-ah had uploaded. I hadn’t had much interest before, but sending the photo earlier reminded me to check them out.

“Wow.”

The view counts were quite high, actually very high. The most viewed video had over 2 million views, and most others had over 500,000.

“It’s me!”

Ara giggled excitedly as the video played. The video, edited from several clips, was about 10 minutes long.

Watching each video and seeing people’s reactions felt surreal. While I knew Ara’s cuteness was unparalleled, the enthusiastic responses were still hard to believe.

“Is this the kid who resolved the Yongsan incident?”

└Yes! I saw a brief video of it!

└Amazing, aren’t they a genius awakened?

“She’s so cute, unbelievably so. I’d love to touch her cheek just once.”

└Get in line.

└Is that bear CG? A doll? Where can I buy one?

While checking comments and watching the other videos, Ara got bored and started wandering around curiously. She was peeking around the kitchen, asking about various things.

I was about to bring her back, worried she might be a nuisance, but the manager smiled and said it was fine.

“It’s actually great.”

“…I understand.”

Ara’s lively curiosity seemed to brighten the busy chefs’ and staff’s faces.

After some time, everything was ready. The buffet was set up, and the manager guided me to a seat with a smile. Then he made an announcement over the guild’s PA system.

“Attention, attention. The meal is ready. Today, Awakened Kyu-seong has generously provided the ingredients for a feast, so everyone in the guild, please come and enjoy…”

Do they always make such announcements before meals? I don’t think so…

Listening to the long-winded announcement, I decided to enjoy the buffet with Ara.

“Wow!”

Ara, experiencing a buffet for the first time, was excited by the array of food. She could probably eat everything here by herself if she tried.

People started coming into the cafeteria. But something felt off about their mood.

“Are these really Kyu-seong’s ingredients?!”

“Is that true? Really! Really?!”

“Ah! I’m first!”

People were rushing in like angry rhinos. Upon seeing me, they started tearing up.

“It’s true! If Mr. Kyu-seong is here, it’s true!”

“Sniff! I’ve been struggling for a month, but the gods haven’t forsaken me!”

“Mr. Kyu-seong! Thank you! Thank you! I’ll eat well!”

Their reactions were almost fanatical.

But the influx of people didn’t stop there.

Even the usually busy Jeong So-yeon burst through the door.

Bang!

“Kyu-seong brought the ingredients?!”

Next to her were Ko Kang-yeon, the deputy team leader of Team 1, and Lee Hae-sol, the deputy team leader of Team 2, both eyeing the buffet cart with an intense glare.

“Food.”

“Delicious food.”

Their reactions, likely from being overwhelmed by work, made me wonder if they were slightly broken. Starting to feel a bit scared, I quickly grabbed some food and said to Ara,

“A-Ara, let’s put a reasonable amount on our plates and eat.”

“Okay!”

What followed was a battle.

People quickly began filling their plates, and more people kept streaming in. The kitchen became busier as well.

Ah…

It felt like I had awakened something that shouldn’t have been awakened.

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Palace 35

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Catherine, the only daughter of the Medison family, was once again in the laboratory with her father, Count Medison, researching the “Black Death.”

“Father, it seems highly likely that Baron Dalent’s mother, whom we gave medicine to recently, has ‘Black Death.'”

“Catherine, but her symptoms were milder than expected. According to the research journals left by our ancestors, the Black Death kills within two to three days once it spreads.”

“Even so… all her symptoms point to Black Death. Shouldn’t we proceed with treatment assuming it’s Black Death? If it is, the empire could suffer immense damage.”

Count Medison fell into deep thought at his daughter Catherine’s words. The Black Death had last ravaged the empire around 300 years ago, and by now, it had faded from the memories of most imperial citizens.

‘The research on the Black Death must continue.’

If not for the will of their ancestors passed down through generations of the Medison family, Count Medison might have neglected the study of the Black Death as well.

“Sigh… Catherine, it’s fortunate that Baron Dalent’s mother’s condition has improved.”

“But she isn’t cured yet, is she? Father… We’ve discovered many ingredients that could treat Black Death thanks to our ancestors, but it feels like we’re missing a key ingredient.”

As Catherine and Count Medison continued their discussion in the laboratory, a servant knocked on the door.

“Count, the Third Prince has arrived.”

“The Third Prince?”

“Yes, what should we do?”

Although the Third Prince’s servants occasionally purchased bandages and ointments, the Third Prince himself had never visited.

“Invite him in.”

“Yes, Count.”

“Father, I want to go too!”

“No, Catherine, you stay here.”

Medison was worried that if his daughter caught the attention of the Third Prince, notorious for being a scoundrel, something bad might happen to her.

“Father! Didn’t you always say not to judge everything by rumors? You always taught me to verify with my own eyes, as our ancestors advised.”

Seeing Catherine’s stubborn tone, Count Medison reluctantly nodded.

“Alright. But stay quiet and let me do the talking.”

As Ian entered the reception room under the servant’s guidance, Count Medison and Catherine greeted him.

“I greet Your Highness, the Third Prince.”

“It’s an honor to meet you. I am Catherine, Count Medison’s daughter.”

“Nice to meet you.”

After Ian sat down, the Count and Catherine took their seats as well.

“Your Highness, what brings you to our family?”

“I’m here because of Baron Dalent.”

“Baron Dalent, you say?”

“I heard that you recently helped his mother.”

“That… that’s correct.”

Worried that any mention of Black Death might reach the Emperor’s ears, Count Medison hesitated. Ian spoke up first.

“The symptoms were consistent with Black Death. What do you think?”

When Ian mentioned Black Death, Count Medison and Catherine were visibly shocked and couldn’t hide their surprise.

“H-how did you…!”

“So, you already suspected it as well.”

At Ian’s calm tone, Catherine, who regained her composure faster than her father, asked,

“Your Highness, how do you know about the Black Death?”

“That’s the wrong question. Shouldn’t you be more curious about why I’ve come here rather than how I know about it?”

Catherine fell silent at Ian’s sharp response, realizing he was right.

“Your Highness, could you explain the reason for your visit? We have been suspecting Black Death ourselves, but the symptoms differ somewhat from what we know, which has left us uncertain.”

“If that’s what you’ve observed, then I understand. I came here because I thought I might be able to help with finding a cure.”

At Ian’s unexpected offer, both father and daughter were caught off guard.

“A cure, you say?”

“That’s right.”

As Ian nodded calmly, Catherine, her face flushed with excitement, moved closer to him.

“Your Highness! Do you truly know something about a cure for Black Death?”

“Catherine, calm down.”

Count Medison struggled to pull his daughter back to her seat after she suddenly approached Ian.

“Father, don’t you realize what His Highness is suggesting? If he really has a cure, it means we’ll finally be ‘free’ from our ancestors’ burdens!”

“Catherine, what do you mean by ‘free’?”

“Ah… I meant that we would finally achieve our long-standing goal.”

“Sigh… Your Highness, please excuse my daughter’s rash behavior.”

“Well, she’s better than I was during my wild days, so I’ll let it slide.”

At Ian’s nonchalant tone, Count Medison spoke respectfully.

“Your Highness, are you serious about helping us find a cure for Black Death?”

“As a member of the royal family, how could I speak out of both sides of my mouth?”

Grateful for Ian’s confident response, Count Medison silently thanked his ancestors. It seemed the rumors were indeed unreliable; the truth could only be discerned through direct experience.

“Could you share more about this cure, Your Highness?”

Ian almost instinctively responded with, “And you want it for free?” but caught himself.

“Ahem, I can help, but…”

As Ian trailed off, Catherine, frustrated, spoke up for her father.

“Father, how can you ask His Highness to give it to us for free? You should ask what he wants in return.”

Embarrassed by his daughter’s quick thinking, Count Medison scratched his head.

“My apologies, Your Highness. I was overwhelmed by the thought of fulfilling our ancestors’ wish. What would you like in return?”

“Well, I’d like to have exclusive rights to distribute any future medications you produce through me.”

Count Medison immediately responded with a firm tone.

“Your Highness, I’m afraid that’s something I cannot agree to.”

“May I ask why?”

“Although we don’t sell our medicines for free, we do sell them at affordable prices. If the prices were to rise due to an exclusive contract with Your Highness, innocent citizens of the empire would suffer.”

Still wary of the Third Prince’s reputation as a “scoundrel,” Count Medison chose to refuse for now.

“Isn’t the Black Death cure what you need most?”

“For the sake of fulfilling our ancestors’ wish, we cannot risk the lives of ordinary citizens.”

“Wouldn’t the completion of a cure for Black Death save many more lives?”

“We will strive to complete it without causing harm to the citizens of the empire.”

Ian found Count Medison’s stubbornness rather endearing. He didn’t dislike people who held firm principles.

“Would it be acceptable if the exclusive rights applied only to nobles?”

“Father, this seems like a reasonable compromise.”

Hearing his daughter’s decisive tone, Count Medison hesitated.

“When you say exclusive rights, what exactly do you mean?”

“I don’t intend to interfere excessively. I simply want you to sell the product only to noble customers whom I’ve approved. And in the future, should I establish a merchant guild, I’d like you to distribute the medicine to nobles solely through that guild.”

Count Medison was about to protest that this might be an excessive demand when he noticed his daughter’s stern look and sighed in resignation.

“Your Highness, may I have some time to consider?”

“Of course.”

With Ian’s permission, Count Medison and Catherine stepped into a side room within the reception area to discuss.

“Catherine, why did you urge me to accept his proposal so quickly?”

“Father, this is an opportunity to fulfill our long-standing goal. And I don’t see any disadvantage for us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I understand your concern. You’re worried that the Marquess of Crius or Duke Blake’s faction might react negatively if we agree to this, right?”

“You know their influence isn’t something to be taken lightly.”

“I do. But we have a solid justification!”

“What justification?”

“The request from the Third Prince will serve as our justification. If things go wrong, the Third Prince will be the target of their ire, not us.”

Impressed by his daughter’s sharp reasoning, Count Medison gazed out the window.

“Catherine.”

“Father, have you made your decision?”

“This may not be as simple as it seems. If we align ourselves with the Third Prince, there’s a high chance that Duke Blake or Marquess Crius will retaliate against us in some way.”

“Then we’ll just have to verify something.”

“Verify what?”

“If Baron Dalent’s mother indeed has Black Death—though I dread the thought—just having the medicine to treat it would be an immense power. Would they dare oppress us?”

“Couldn’t they kidnap us instead?”

“If they’re that kind of people, it’s even more reason to align ourselves with the Third Prince. His demands were steep, but considering the value of the cure, it’s not unreasonable.”

Count Medison quietly observed his daughter. If the late Countess were alive, she would have been immensely proud of their daughter. Catherine had inherited her mother’s boldness perfectly.

“Alright, you’re right. But remember, this choice might place us in the eye of a storm.”

“The competition for the throne, you mean?”

“Yes. Given the rumors swirling in the palace, it feels like the competition is about to intensify. There are now other rumors circulating about the Third Prince, beyond just his ‘scoundrel’ reputation.”

“Then wasn’t it worth verifying with our own eyes?”

Count Medison chuckled at his daughter’s response before heading back to the reception room where the Third Prince was waiting.

Ian was leisurely sipping the tea the servant had provided.

He was confident they would accept his proposal. After all, there was no reason for them to refuse.

When the Count returned, Ian asked,

“So, have you made your decision?”

“Yes, Your Highness. We will accept your proposal.”

“Excellent.”

“But there is one thing we need to confirm.”

“Go ahead.”

“Could you tell us how you came to know about the cure?”

“That’s a much better question than before.”

Catherine couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at Ian’s praise.

“So, would you mind telling us? And we need to verify if the cure actually works as well.”

“I learned about the cure by chance. It came from someone who claimed to be from a distant eastern kingdom, known for its refined manners.”

“Could we meet this person?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t tell you their whereabouts since they’ve disappeared.”

Hearing Ian’s answer, Catherine frowned slightly.

“Then how can we trust your word?”

“Why don’t you try treating Baron Dalent’s mother with the ingredients I provide?”

“You seem quite confident.”

“You’re quite bold. But after all, what do you have to lose?”

At this, Count Medison intervened, speaking in a firm tone.

“Your Highness, we can’t just administer an unproven medicine to a patient. It could worsen her condition.”

Ian smiled, appreciating the Count’s genuine concern for his patients.

“Don’t worry. Saving Baron Dalent’s mother is important to me as well.”

Ian pulled out a contract he had prepared in advance from his coat and spoke.

“Before I give you the ingredients, how about signing this contract? If I reveal the crucial secret of the cure and you betray me, I’ll be in a difficult position.”

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Strike 186

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Hyun-soo returned home.

He immediately sat in front of his computer and meticulously checked what the Continental War was about.

“A territorial war between two countries broadcast worldwide.”

Players from all over the world enjoy Ares.

According to experts, they say the excitement will be as intense as the World Cup or the Olympics.

Additionally, all participants receive rewards, with the amount varying greatly based on their contributions.

“There are also rewards for the guild.”

Individual player rewards include MVP.

And if a guild participates and comes in first, they can gain territory.

“They’re giving out territories twice the size of Ballas’ territory?”

Hyun-soo realized.

Prominent guilds from Korea would participate in large numbers.

He talked with Hye-in.

“It won’t be easy; it will be a gathering of unprecedented high-rankers.”

He agreed.

Hyun-soo also recognized this as a new opportunity.

“We might not be able to shine.”

At this, Hyun-soo smiled bitterly.

It seemed they had already made up their minds during the meeting.

“So, are you scared?”

At Hyun-soo’s playful words, Hye-in’s laughing voice was heard.

“No, I’m excited.”

Recently, Hyun-soo and the members of Hyun’s Forge had gathered 2.2 million viewers just from an internet broadcast.

But this time, it was different.

It wouldn’t be just 2.2 million; it would be on an enormous scale.

Hyun-soo said,

“Hyun’s Forge will also participate in the Continental War in 14 days. Please prepare thoroughly.”

Hyun-soo logged into Ares.

He also needed to prepare for the Continental War happening in 14 days.

“A gathering of high-rankers…”

Currently, the average level of high-rankers within the top 100 was between 360 and 370.

They were nearly 30 levels higher on average than Hyun-soo.

Although Hyun-soo was strong for his level, it was uncertain if he would be effective against high-rankers.

High-rankers were not only high-level but also had excellent control skills.

No matter how outstanding Hyun-soo’s artifacts were.

However, he could think about it this way.

“What if I become a legend…?”

The story changes then.

No user has ever become a legend.

But it was obvious that he would be stronger than he is now if he reached that level.

Therefore, during the 14-day preparation period, Hyun-soo decided to prepare two things.

“Create a calamity unique to me. And produce an offensive Twin Dragon Sword.”

Hyun-soo took out the Twin Dragon Sword.

The Twin Dragon Sword for everyone.

It was undoubtedly the best sword.

But it lacked when attacking enemies.

Furthermore, the true transcendence for Hyun-soo was to create an offensive Twin Dragon Sword with the same quality as the buff-type Twin Dragon Sword.

The Twin Dragon Sword only reveals its complete power when two are combined.

“But I don’t know how to make another Twin Dragon Sword.”

However, he knew how to make the first Twin Dragon Sword.

This hypothesis formed in his mind.

‘What if I follow the first Twin Dragon Sword but add offensive power?’

Additionally, he could make the appearance closer to an offensive style himself.

‘What if the real offensive Twin Dragon Sword is made to a level similar to the buff one?’

Hyun-soo couldn’t even imagine how powerful it would be.

However,

‘I won’t use the Snow Stone.’

There were two weeks left.

It was a sufficient amount of time if it was ample, but short if it was brief.

‘It’s not right to use the Snow Stone for experimentation.’

Only enough to make a single large sword remained.

Therefore, he planned to make an offensive Twin Dragon Sword using a rather good mineral and then use the Snow Stone if he gained confidence.

‘The order is decided.’

He had no confidence in the Twin Dragon Sword.

But he had confidence in creating a calamity.

[Your unique calamity will become a power only for you, and you can always create and apply it to yourself.]

A calamity.

Those Hyun-soo had met possessed various characteristics.

The fifth calamity was telekinesis.

The fourth calamity was the power to fly.

The second was the cutting power to slice through anything.

The first was the defensive power to block anything.

The power of calamities acted as their traits.

He read the detailed explanation before attempting creation.

[You have one attempt to create it. If you try to create an unreasonable calamity, it will be destroyed.]

[The power that dwells in it will vary depending on how suitable it is for you.]

The power of a calamity is at a legendary level.

But as the notification mentioned, it also depended on how the user created it.

And Hyun-soo was cautious.

It could become the rampage of the Sword King’s sword or the ghost steps of the Spear Heaven.

For a moment, he felt pressured.

‘Could I have power like those people?’

Hyun-soo was a perfectionist, especially when creating artifacts.

He recalled several skills in his mind.

‘If I do it this way…’

‘No, something’s missing. It can’t compare to ghost steps.’

‘If I add this power, could it rival Lord Barad?’

He felt breathless.

It’s something he had been experiencing often lately.

Maybe it was because he pursued perfection too much.

Hyun-soo’s gaze fell on the Twin Dragon Sword lying to one side.

“……”

He remembered the time he fought against Helena while looking at it.

Know yourself and know your enemy.

Now, Hyun-soo was certain of one thing.

‘Many people don’t expect much from me in the Continental War.’

Even if Hyun-soo is the hero who saved Goyard, the Continental War would be filled with high-rankers.

Furthermore, the average level of high-rankers is in the 360-370 range.

But Hyun-soo is almost 30 levels lower than them.

‘Then…’

Creating a calamity could be done by inputting a hologram.

Just like the various characteristics the calamities had until now.

[This is a new calamity differentiated from others.]

[It is deemed most suitable for you at this moment.]

[Calamities are unique traits that only they possess.]

[Your trait is perfect.]

The calamity dyed in black forms power within your body.

Hyun-soo is amazed.

The calamity he wanted to create coils within his body and finally becomes complete.

[You have created your own calamity.]

[Calamities are the power bestowed by the Disaster Cult.]

[A name is forcibly assigned.]

[You have acquired Demonic Transformation.]

Hyun-soo was bewildered.

‘What? Why is it so unfriendly?’

He didn’t get to decide the name of this power himself.

According to the setting that the power is bestowed by the Disaster Cult, he was given the desired power, but the name was forcibly assigned.

And the name was Demonic Transformation.

This name perplexed Hyun-soo.

If you possess demonic powers or anything related to demons, users would face inconvenient situations.

[You have acquired a calamity.]

[Your disposition begins to be tainted with evil.]

Therefore, this was an unacceptable situation for Hyun-soo.

He quickly checked the power of this Demonic Transformation.

‘Crazy…!’

It was an outstanding power.

However, if he didn’t give it up now, his disposition might be completely tainted with evil.

He was caught in a dilemma.

***

Se-jin purely looked at the current Hyun-soo and wondered.

‘Can the current user Hyun-soo become a variable in the continental war?’

It was a thought from a comprehensive perspective, not as a Korean.

The answer was no.

The current Hyun-soo was not someone who could cause a variable.

“Literally ‘for now.'”

The future was uncertain.

And Se-jin already knew.

“That user Hyun-soo would create a calamity.”

But the calamities and their master from the Disaster Cult were cruel beings.

‘The power created by calamities is very strong, but the problem is that they try to turn you into one of their kind in exchange for giving you strong power.’

User Hyun-soo had to choose.

To accept the disposition of evil and become stronger.

Or to give up the calamity.

But soon, Sejin, who had reviewed the power of the Demonic Transformation skill, was amazed.

‘…Incredible.’

In fact, although the calamities could be considered bad beings, considering only this power, wouldn’t it be okay to become evil?

That’s how powerful the Demonic Transformation was.

At that moment.

‘Hmm…?’

[…Energy is flowing.]

Se-jin was surprised.

Something he himself had overlooked for a long time was starting to stir within Hyun-soo.

‘Wait, if it’s this kind of variable…?’

Sejin had sensed what decision Hyun-soo would make.

The Hyun-soo he knew would rather give up the calamity and maintain his original disposition.

‘But if he can acquire it stably through this…?’

He corrected the question he initially asked himself.

Can user Hyun-soo become a variable in the continental war?

‘Yes, with this. If he can acquire that calamity through this.’

***

The veins in his arm swelled black.

Hyun-soo, with a bewildered expression, felt as if demonic energy was entering his body.

[If you give up Demonic Transformation, you can prevent being tainted with evil.]

The power of Demonic Transformation that Hyun-soo had created himself was the power he needed right now.

‘A buff that allows me to surpass myself, even if only for a short time.’

Like the advantages of other calamities.

Using this Demonic Transformation, it is a power that explosively increases his strength in exchange for burning his life force.

Soon, Hyun-soo’s face relaxed.

‘…Giving up is the right choice.’

Trying to obtain this might lead to losing even greater things.

The consequences of becoming evil were unimaginable.

“Give up…”

At that moment.

Hyun-soo felt a warm energy spreading from deep within his chest.

It was a soft and warm power, like a mother’s touch.

[The energy of a saint flows.]

“…!?”

The power of a saint.

When he killed Jack, the fifth calamity, he received the blessing of a saint from a saintess.

As a result, Hyun-soo’s holy power had increased by over 250, and he could create artifacts imbued with holy power.

In other words, the power of holiness was flowing within Hyun-soo.

And it was a vast power bestowed by the saintess.

[The calamity dyed in black flows.]

[The goodness dyed in white flows.]

[The saint’s energy drives it away and transforms it into warm energy instead.]

[Evil cannot overcome the goodness in your body.]

[Something special happens.]

[The calamity Demonic Transformation forcibly named by the Disaster Cult is reborn.]

Rebirth.

A new power was being created based on the power Hyun-soo had made.

And Hyun-soo was at a loss for words.

The reason was that a power greater than the ‘Demonic Transformation’ he had just checked was being created.

[Legendary skill. You acquire Flame.]

***

A group arrived at the Ballas estate.

The one at the forefront was Rycen, the head of the largest swordsmanship family in the Goyard Kingdom.

Following him were the talents of emerging knight families.

Rycen, the head of the Brown Swordsmanship Family, was known as a strongman in the kingdom and was called the Sword Saint Rycen.

“The king has chosen his successor. Isn’t it only natural to greet him and spar with noble intentions, as knights do?”

“That’s right.”

“We’re looking forward to it.”

“A duel between Sir Rycen and the king’s successor!”

The knights who would become heads of their families soon had their eyes shining brightly.

They didn’t know Rycen’s dark intentions.

Rycen was one of the many candidates Barad had considered.

‘How dare they choose a mere blacksmith…?’

Why would he bring the talented future heads of families with him?

He was a cunning man.

He had already assessed the martial prowess of this person named Hyun.

Thus, he was confident that he could win overwhelmingly.

He planned to crush him in front of these dozens of heads.

And so, Rycen and his group entered the Ballas estate.

Meeting Hyun-soo in front of the forge, Rycen was bewildered.

If the ones beside him were users, they would have said,

‘Bro, that guy is smiling at us?’

Indeed, Hyun-soo welcomed them with open arms.

He was thrilled at the thought of using the new skill he had acquired.

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Patron 3

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In “Psychedelia,” the Count Palatio’s family is portrayed as a textbook example of an evil character in a sub-quest, serving as nothing more than fodder for the protagonist’s experience points before disappearing.

In game terms, they’re essentially extras. However, the reason Alon had quite a bit of information about the Count Palatio’s family was that he had repeatedly dealt with sub-quests related to them while playing the game.

The experience points from the sub-quests involving the Count’s family were quite generous.

In short, in the game, these characters were nothing more than extras meant to provide experience points to the protagonist.

But that was only true when seeing them through the lens of a game. For Alon, who now found himself in a reality where the game world had become his reality, his feelings about the Count’s family were quite different.

The game merely described the family as “selling drugs and running a prostitution ring under the organization called Avalon,” but now, Alon had seen the actual, albeit fragmented, reality with his own eyes.

Even now, he was witnessing it firsthand.

Alon subtly shifted his gaze forward. In front of him was the corpse of Tonio, the recently deceased, lying inside a coffin.

‘Cause of death: accidental fall… right.’

For a man who was a major player in the kingdom’s drug trade, it was an absurdly anticlimactic and empty death. But, naturally, Alon knew that Tonio’s cause of death was not an accidental fall.

In fact, it would be strange if anyone present here didn’t know the truth.

Alon turned his gaze to the side.

Next to him, bowing his head with a deep smile, was Leo, the eldest son of the Count Palatio’s family, who had been locked in a power struggle with Tonio for the position of family head.

‘His smile might split his face.’

Leo wasn’t even trying to hide his grin anymore; his expression was practically unmanaged. Anyone could predict that Tonio’s death wasn’t due to an accidental fall.

Yet, despite everyone knowing this, no one voiced any objections to Leo. Not the knights, not the retainers, not even Aldimore, the current head of the Count Palatio’s family, said a word to his eldest son.

‘Well, Aldimore’s too far gone from indulging in drugs and women to care whether his sons are tearing each other apart. Not like he’s capable of saying anything anymore.’

Alon let out a small, sarcastic laugh as he watched the Count, who was so devoid of dignity that even during Tonio’s funeral, he was surrounded by drugs and women.

‘As expected of a dark fantasy, the state of this family is a complete mess.’

Of course, Alon had no special intention of doing anything about it.

From the beginning, Alon’s plan was proceeding smoothly without him having to do much, and the only real problem he faced was the Five Great Sins.

‘I need to find the rest quickly.’

As Alon thought about this, he watched the final stages of the funeral unfold.

As the coffin containing Tonio was about to be sealed,

“Hmm…?”

A question suddenly crossed Alon’s mind.

‘Was Tonio’s death supposed to happen like this…?’

When he played the episode involving the Count Palatio’s family in the game, only Leo appeared, so it wasn’t difficult for Alon to predict Tonio’s death.

However, what made him question Tonio’s death now was something Leo had said while being disciplined by the protagonist.

‘…Didn’t he mention, after suffering for years, that he finally killed Tonio and became the undisputed heir?’

Having played the game multiple times, and recalling how ridiculous Leo looked in his final moments, Alon couldn’t help but tilt his head in confusion.

Still, he quickly shrugged it off.

After all, it wasn’t something he was deeply concerned about.

A few days after Tonio’s funeral, the Count Palatio’s family, which had been in turmoil due to the second son’s death, suddenly became remarkably peaceful.

The succession battle had ended.

Although the Count had a third son, Alon, in addition to Tonio, no one expected the family to descend into chaos again.

Everyone knew that unlike Tonio, who had aligned with the underworld and sold drugs to gain power to oppose the eldest son, Alon had no power whatsoever.

Even Leo, who was highly sensitive to the succession issue, showed no concern about Alon and didn’t pay him any attention.

Instead, Leo seemed more preoccupied with swallowing up the drug trade that Tonio had left behind.

Anyway, with peace returning to the Count’s family, Alon was reading a letter from Yutia.

“Hmm.”

The letters they had exchanged for almost a year now were always the same, nothing special.

The content of the letter mostly revolved around the orphanage. She wrote about how some of the children were growing well, and there were also a few brief mentions of Deus, whom Alon had sent there.

‘They’re growing well without any issues…’

Alon smiled with satisfaction as he read the short line in Yutia’s letter.

When he had sent Deus to the orphanage, he had asked Yutia to take special care of him since he was “a bit of a difficult child,” and she always included a short update on Deus in her letters.

‘…Talking to her through letters like this, she really comes off as a kind, innocent girl from the countryside.’

He briefly considered visiting her but quickly shook his head and continued reading the letter.

As he neared the end of the letter, Alon suddenly spoke.

“Evan.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“…Do orphanages usually receive a lot of donations?”

“Hmm, usually… well, they probably receive some, but not too many, I’d think.”

“That’s what I thought.”

The reason Alon had asked about donations was because of a donation list written at the end of Yutia’s letter.

‘…Was it three months ago, or four months?’

Curiously, starting a few months ago, someone else had begun donating to the orphanage that Alon had been supporting.

Of course, the letter only mentioned that a merchant named Malano had made a donation, so he didn’t know the exact amount, but…

‘This month, five people, including me, donated to the orphanage…’

Though his expression grew puzzled while reading the letter, Alon quickly dismissed it.

‘Well, the more donations, the better.’

With that, Alon wrote a reply to Yutia, half-heartedly agreeing with her stories, and handed it to Evan.

“Are you going to deliver it personally again?”

“No, didn’t I go there just a few months ago?”

“Three months ago, I believe.”

“And… what did you say back then?”

“If you’re asking about the orphanage, I reported that it was running well. Deus, who I delivered there, also seemed to be much better.”

“Really?”

Alon nodded with satisfaction at Evan’s report.

‘As I thought, even though they’re destined to become the Five Great Sins, they couldn’t have been evil from the beginning. It feels good to see that the kids are growing up well. It must’ve been their environment that turned them into killers in the first place.’

Alon was once again struck by how crucial a person’s environment is for their growth, and he added,

“This time, there’s no need to go in person. Just ask someone from the mercenary guild to deliver it.”

“Understood.”

Evan nodded and was about to leave when something seemed to dawn on him.

“And… do you remember that thing you mentioned last time?”

“Thing I mentioned?”

“The ancient book.”

“Did you find it?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but I found a lead.”

“Tell me about it.”

At Alon’s command, Evan began to relay the information he had gathered from the intelligence guild, piece by piece.

And eventually,

“I’ve found it.”

He discovered the location of the third Sin.

***

Margot, the estate of a Viscount located beside a small village in the eastern part of the Asteria Kingdom, was known for its beautiful glass crafts as its specialty.

However, that was only the surface of Margot’s reputation. In reality, the true source of wealth for the Margot Viscount’s family was drugs.

More specifically, a group called “Phalan” used Margot as a distribution hub, providing the Viscount’s family with a hefty income.

Phalan, which had been steadily growing its power by using Margot as a distribution point, had now become a massive organization with hundreds of members, each led by over ten expert-level fighters.

Because of this, Rauton, the leader of Phalan and an expert mercenary like the other executives, believed that Phalan would continue to grow even more.

…At least, that’s what he thought until yesterday.

Rauton looked around with fearful eyes.

In front of him were dozens of corpses drenched in blood, lying on the ground.

“P-please, spare me! Spare me!!”

“Please, I beg you~!”

“Aaaahhh!!”

There were only a few remaining members of the organization left, screaming desperately.

Rauton looked at them with trembling eyes.

Normally, he would have felt reassured by the sight of his remaining men, who should have been like a sturdy shield.

Even if they were weaker than him, their sheer number should have been enough to provide some sense of security.

Yet despite this, Rauton felt nothing but fear as he looked at them.

“Uh… Ugh…”

“P-please…”

The surviving members of the organization were all holding their swords in reverse grips, pressing the blades against their own necks.

“No! No, don’t! No, no, no~!”

“Aaaahhh~!!”

“Stop, please stop! I beg you… Please!!”

Each of their faces was filled with desperation and pleading.

But despite this, their bodies, as if moving naturally, pressed the reversed blades into their own throats.

Schlack!

The last remaining dozen or so members took their own lives.

And then,

“!”

Rauton’s body began to move on its own.

“N-no…!”

He gripped his sword in a reverse grip.

“P-please!”

No matter how hard he tried to resist, his body, once taken over, no longer listened to him and only trembled.

In his final moments,

“…”

Rauton saw it.

In the darkness of the hideout, violet eyes staring directly at him.

But the moment he saw them—

Shlunk!

Rauton plunged his sword into his own throat.

Thud.

With that, Deus, who had been shrouded in darkness, silently stepped forward and walked out.

“Well done.”

Likewise, Yutia, who had been with Deus, naturally followed him outside.

“Is there any point in killing these people?”

As if he had been waiting, Deus asked the question as Yutia walked out.

Unlike a year ago, there was a clear light of reason in his eyes.

“Are you feeling sympathetic?”

“No. I know these people were grinding up humans to make drugs.”

“Then?”

“I’m just wondering if killing them will help us kill those bastards.”

In response to Deus’s question, Yutia smiled and said,

“Of course.”

Her answer was clear.

“This is just laying the groundwork for his return.”

Thud.

With her words, a pattern began to form beneath her feet.

Engraved in the magic circle was a giant eye with a crescent moon inside.

“When he arrives, we wouldn’t want his place to be in squalor, would we?”

“…I understand.”

Deus, who had been staring at the pattern beneath her feet, nodded as if he had grasped her intent. He said nothing more.

“All is as he wills.”

Muttering those words, which he had repeated countless times, the two finished drawing the magic circle beneath them and disappeared into the darkness.

Leaving no one behind in Phalan’s hideout.

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Round 101

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“Move quickly!”

Shouts echoed from all directions.

The guild I arrived at with Ara and Young-seong was bustling with activity.

“Ah! Deputy Chief Choi Young-seong!”

“What’s the situation?”

“A Level 0 alert has been issued within China. Currently, all neighboring countries have been requested for support.”

“Is it that serious?”

“Apparently, it’s been a day since the break occurred in the Dungeon of Avarice.”

“What? A day?!”

The news that a request for support was made only after a day caused a deep furrow to form on Young-seong’s forehead.

“We speculate that since the main monsters in the Dungeon of Avarice are just goblins, they thought they could handle it as long as Mammon didn’t appear.”

“That makes sense. But issuing a Level 0 alert and requesting support means Mammon must have appeared, right?”

“Well… no.”

“What do you mean?”

The guild member giving the report stiffened.

We, listening, also had serious expressions.

“It seems the goblins are using poisoned weapons. They’re using blowguns, arrows, and even melee weapons coated with poison.”

“Ah!”

Cunning monsters indeed, knowing how to use their heads unlike others.

The poison was likely Mammon’s.

“Not only the awakened ones standing guard, but quite a few have already been poisoned. Fortunately, it seems the poison is diluted and mass-produced, so there are no critically ill patients.”

“This is getting complicated. Where’s the Guild Leader?”

“He’s already left for China with the Deputy Leader of Team 2. Currently, Team 1 Leader and Deputy Team Leader Ko Kang-yeon are managing the guild.”

The urgency of the situation was palpable.

Even though the news had just been delivered and we had come immediately, they had already departed for China…

While listening to the conversation, a person who had been moving busily in the distance spotted Young-seong and waved.

“Deputy Chief Choi! Over here, over here!”

“Oh, Ji-seong.”

“It’s urgent. Please come to the lab right away!”

Hearing the urgent call, Young-seong looked back at me. I told him to go ahead, and he hurriedly left.

With Young-seong gone, I decided to leave so as not to get in the way of the busy people. After all, I wasn’t summoned; I came on my own because of the emergency…

“Awakened Kyu-seong, could you wait a moment?”

“Huh? Yes, of course.”

He communicated with someone via radio for a moment, then began to lead me somewhere.

Ara, who had grasped the situation, quietly followed, holding my hand.

‘What could they want from me?’

I had already sent all the antidotes I made to the guild. So I didn’t think there was anything specific they needed me for. Where were they taking me?

The place we arrived at resembled a war room. Many people were busy with their tasks, most of them high-ranking officials.

Among them, I spotted Jeong So-yeon buried in paperwork.

“Team 1 Leader, I’ve brought Awakened Kyu-seong.”

“Ah! You’re here! Thank you.”

The guild member who had guided me left, and I approached Jeong So-yeon, who was busy with her documents. Seeing a familiar face, Ara eagerly approached her.

“Pretty sister is busy?”

“Oh, Ara. Come here.”

“Okay!”

Jeong So-yeon quickly hugged the approaching Ara, rubbing her cheek against hers. Ara’s giggles brightened the previously tense atmosphere.

“Ah, I feel alive again.”

…Could this be why I was called?

Judging by Jeong So-yeon’s expression, it seemed likely.

“You seem very busy, So-yeon.”

“It’s been a while, Kyu-seong. Hehe. Now that I’ve taken on the role of team leader, I have to bear the responsibility. Even though I’m young, I do have some skills.”

Jeong So-yeon, with her cheek pressed against Ara’s, gave a playful wink. She indeed looked impressive. Only someone capable could be an executive in a large guild like Ara Hongryeon.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“You’ve already helped a lot.”

Jeong So-yeon hugged Ara tightly again, smiling broadly. Ara also seemed to enjoy it, smiling happily.

“I’m not joking; you’ve already done so much for us, Kyu-seong. Have you heard the news?”

“Heard what?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard yet. The antidotes you’ve prepared are being delivered personally by the Guild Leader and Team Leader 2. That’s why they left in such a hurry.”

Ah, so that’s why they flew out quickly. It was because of the antidotes.

Given the situation, my contribution was significant. The antidotes were the only things capable of treating the poison no one else could handle.

Moreover, the antidotes had been upgraded and were much more effective than before. The cherry tomatoes had reached level 3, and I had added new ingredients that weren’t there initially.

“With just the antidotes, you’ve accomplished something no one else could, Kyu-seong. So you can leave the rest to us.”

“Hmm… I understand.”

Although Jeong So-yeon’s words were reassuring, I couldn’t shake off the slight unease. Even though I was doing my part, it felt like I was just watching those on the front lines.

I think everyone has experienced that frustration of understanding something logically but feeling otherwise emotionally.

“Soon, the elite members of Ara Hongryeon and I will also be heading out. We’d appreciate it if you could continue making the antidotes, Kyu-seong.”

So others would be leaving too.

With the appearance of one of the Seven Deadly Sins, this wasn’t just another country’s problem. It was inevitably a threat to our neighboring country as well.

Then I suddenly thought of the item in the Dungeon of Gluttony.

“When are you leaving?”

“We might monitor the situation for a bit, but we’ll leave within a week at the latest, or as soon as we hear that Mammon has appeared.”

“Got it. I’ll make preparations.”

“Preparations?”

I quietly nodded.

What I was preparing was equipment made of mithril.

I didn’t mention it because I thought it was still too early to inform everyone.

‘We haven’t mined much mithril, so there’s only enough to make a small piece of equipment.’

I wanted to mine more and take time to craft proper equipment, but there was no time for that.

I would have to make something with the mithril I had and lend it to them.

“Hehe. You can look forward to it.”

“Really? I’m curious about what you’re preparing.”

Ara seemed to catch on to my plan, letting out a meaningful laugh. Even that look was adorable, making me realize once again that Ara was the cutest in the world…

“I’ll contact you before we leave, Kyu-seong.”

“Yes, understood.”

Feeling like we’d overstayed, I took Ara out. Ara, with a somber expression, muttered,

“Everyone looks so tired.”

“Yeah.”

“Kyu-seong, isn’t there something we can do to help them?”

Ara looked up at me with sparkling eyes.

Her words gave me an idea.

“Everyone likes to eat, right?”

“Yeah!”

I had rushed out so quickly that I hadn’t even brought Bokkeum. Going back and forth to the dungeon would take a lot of time, but I could manage that.

‘…Wait a minute.’

A sudden thought struck me, and I lifted my wrist to check something.

There was a thin bracelet made of some unknown wood.

It was a bound item that only I could possess: “Master of Gluttony.”

“I don’t need to go back and forth, do I?”

To be precise, there was a quick way to go back and forth right here.

I had tested it a few times initially after getting the bracelet, but I had been too preoccupied with the mine and preparing for the Dungeon of Avarice to use it again.

Besides, there hadn’t been a real need to use it.

“Ara, let’s go bring some delicious food.”

“Okay!”

* * *

Guangzhou, China.

After the issuance of a Level 0 alert due to the dungeon break, the city had become more than just desolate—it felt eerie.

However, some people still remained there.

“Huff-!”

Returning from a reconnaissance mission, Wang Jianping removed his mask. The inside was soaked with sweat from prolonged use.

“You did well.”

“Yeah.”

Teams of three were taking turns for reconnaissance.

The awakened ones had lost control of a 50km radius centered around the Dungeon of Avarice, and they were now building a defensive line to prevent the goblins from spreading to other cities.

“Oh, support has arrived from Korea.”

“What? Already?”

Wang Jianping’s face lit up instantly.

Some guilds within China were still unprepared and slow to send support. In such a situation, support from another country was like a ray of hope for the awakened ones holding the defensive line.

“But it’s just two people.”

“…Well, we should be grateful for even that.”

Wang Jianping’s face momentarily darkened, but he forced a bitter smile.

With most of the awakened ones having fallen during the first goblin attack, they had to welcome any help, even if it was just two people.

‘We were too complacent.’

Wang Jianping had resisted during the initial attack. He was lucky not to have been poisoned, but his comrades were all incapacitated by the unexpected poison attacks from the goblins.

They had thought they only needed to worry about Mammon, which turned out to be a grave mistake.

“Oooh!!”

“No way…!”

“Is this even possible?!”

Just as Wang Jianping was about to rest after the long reconnaissance, he noticed a commotion in one corner.

Exhausted, he moved toward the source of the noise near the building where the patients were being treated.

“What’s going on?”

“Ah! The awakened ones from Korea brought something amazing!”

“Something amazing?”

What could they have brought to elicit such reactions?

Wang Jianping squeezed through the crowd to see what was happening.

In the center were doctors and some supporting awakened ones holding pouches of some unknown liquid.

“What is it? What’s that?”

“Ah! It’s an antidote!”

“An antidote?”

Wang Jianping initially thought he had misheard, but his eyes widened as he processed the words.

“An! Ti! Dote?!”

“Yes! An antidote! It can cure Mammon’s poison, which no one else could treat!”

Impossible. That must be a scam.

…That was his initial thought, but the reactions of others were far too enthusiastic for it to be a hoax.

“Did a Korean awakened one really bring that?”

“Yes. But there aren’t many of them.”

“From which Korean guild?”

“They said it was the Guild Leader and Team Leader from Ara Hongryeon.”

“Ara Hongryeon!”

“Oh, you know that guild?”

The colleague who was speaking didn’t seem to know Ara Hongryeon. But Wang Jianping was well aware of the Korean Ara Hongryeon guild.

This was because the guild he first belonged to had formed a sister-guild relationship with Ara Hongryeon.

‘A first-generation awakened guild that has diplomatic ties with various guilds around the world.’

Even though it might seem to have lost its edge in Korea now, it was undeniably still a large guild.

“Hm?”

Lost in thought, Wang Jianping suddenly snapped back to his senses and looked around. He realized belatedly that the noisy commotion had become silent.

‘Why…’

When he looked at the people with curiosity, he saw everyone was looking in one direction. Following their gaze, Wang Jianping turned his head…

“Gasp!”

Click-clack, click-clack.

An unmistakable figure, known to every Chinese person.

A woman with white hair, exuding a mysterious aura, was walking with an expressionless face.

Beside her were two figures walking as if to assist her, none of whom were ordinary people.

Click!

Finally, the woman stopped, her gaze fixed on the liquid pouch the doctor was holding.

“Where did you get that?”

Sky Tower Guild.

It was the appearance of executives from one of China’s top 10 mega-guilds.

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“Count, I didn’t meet Baron Dalent when I inspected the Tax Department. Do you know why that might be?”

“What do you mean, Your Highness? You didn’t meet him?”

When Count Liam had spoken with Baron Dalent just earlier, the baron had acted as if he had met the Third Prince. But now, he claimed they hadn’t met?

“When I conducted the tax inspection, one of the Tax Department officials was on leave, so I wasn’t able to meet him.”

Count Liam, now confused by Ian’s response, asked again.

“Are you saying that he truly hasn’t met you, Your Highness?”

Ian frowned as he answered.

“Why would I lie to you, Count? But are you certain there is actual evidence that he and Baron Steel led the embezzlement?”

“The officials in the Tax Department were already aware of it, at least implicitly.”

“So, you’re saying they lied to me during my inspection?”

Caught off guard by Ian’s sudden question, Count Liam quickly waved his hands in denial.

“They likely weren’t confident due to a lack of concrete evidence. Surely, the Tax Department officials wouldn’t have intentionally lied to Your Highness. I will report to you immediately once I uncover any solid proof.”

“Hmm, since you’ve put it that way, I suppose we should discuss this further after the investigation results are in.”

As Ian conceded, Count Liam resolved to interrogate Baron Dalent as soon as possible. The fact that Dalent hadn’t been forthright with him suggested that he was harboring some other intent.

“But you knew that I had suddenly decided to inspect the Tax Department, didn’t you?”

Ian’s unexpected question caused Count Liam to think quickly.

“I happen to manage various affairs, so I heard about it by chance. The Imperial Palace is a place where rumors spread fast, as you know.”

‘He’s as slippery as an eel.’

Seeing Count Liam’s efforts to explain himself, Ian was now certain that Liam was the one overseeing Baron Steel. It was clear that all information was flowing through Count Liam directly to Duke Blake.

“That could be the case.”

As Ian seemed to accept this explanation, Count Liam spoke up.

“Your Highness, regarding this tax embezzlement case, if you trust Duke Blake, would it not be best to leave the matter entirely in my hands?”

Ian suppressed the urge to retort that he wasn’t leaving it to Liam precisely because he didn’t trust Duke Blake. After all, Blake was the one who had attempted to disrupt his plans using the Magic Tower Master—there was no reason to build trust with him.

On the contrary, wouldn’t it be more satisfying to give Blake a surprising and deadly gift for trying to interfere with him?

“Still, it seems odd that I, as the tax inspector, wouldn’t speak directly with such a critical figure. I’ll meet him myself. Where is he now?”

Count Liam, worried that Baron Dalent might say something foolish to the Third Prince, felt the need to warn him before they met.

“I don’t know where he is at the moment. Your Highness, is it really necessary to waste your precious time on this matter? Allow me to interrogate him myself, and if anything suspicious arises, I will report it to you.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. What could the infamous scoundrel like me have to do that’s so important? I’ll meet him myself. Also, please provide me with a list of the individuals you plan to meet. I’ll make sure to interview each of them personally as well.”

Realizing that Ian intended to hinder his investigation to the very end, Count Liam couldn’t help but frown.

It seemed this matter needed to be reported to Duke Blake as soon as possible.

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

“Please take care, Your Highness.”

As Ian left, Count Liam immediately prepared to go out. He needed to report this situation as quickly as possible, given that he had no idea what Ian might do next.

Ian made his way to the Tax Department office, where he quickly located the brown-haired man who had passed him earlier.

“Are you trying to destroy the evidence?”

“What?”

At the unfamiliar voice, Baron Dalent turned his head, and upon recognizing the Third Prince, he bowed respectfully.

“I greet Your Highness, the Third Prince.”

“So, you recognize me this time?”

“Pardon me, Your Highness, what do you mean?”

“You passed by me earlier without recognizing me.”

“My apologies, Your Highness. I was preoccupied and failed to greet you properly.”

“That can happen.”

As Ian chose not to make a big deal of it, Baron Dalent seized the opportunity to ask a question that had been bothering him.

“I appreciate Your Highness’s magnanimity. But could you clarify what you meant by ‘evidence’ earlier?”

Baron Dalent spoke politely, not wanting to offend the Third Prince, who was notorious as a “scoundrel.”

“Exactly what it sounds like. I’m asking if you’re trying to destroy evidence.”

“What evidence are you referring to?”

“The evidence related to the tax embezzlement—the evidence that implicates you.”

Baron Dalent found himself in a dilemma. The Third Prince was infamous as a “scoundrel.” Would telling him the truth lead to Ian trusting him? Or would it be better to swallow his pride and beg for forgiveness from Count Liam?

When he thought about his mother, who had suddenly fallen gravely ill and collapsed just a few days ago, the latter option seemed the safer choice.

“You seem troubled. Did you really plan the tax embezzlement with Baron Steel?”

“Well, that’s…”

“When I inspected the Tax Department, you were on leave. Can you explain why?”

Baron Dalent looked between Ian and the floor before answering in a very small voice.

“I had to take leave for personal reasons.”

Seeing Baron Dalent’s cautious demeanor, Ian realized he needed to take a more active approach.

“I don’t believe that you were the one leading the tax embezzlement.”

“Do you really think so?”

“After talking with Count Liam, it became clear to me that he doesn’t think highly of you. And based on your character, I don’t think you’d align with Baron Steel.”

Even though it was their first meeting, Baron Dalent was skeptical of Ian’s apparent trust in him.

“What makes you think that, Your Highness?”

“If you were truly guilty, Count Liam wouldn’t be searching for evidence to get rid of you—he would have already fabricated it.”

In the original story, Baron Dalent, who had been viewed as a thorn in the side of the noble faction, survived precisely because he never crossed the line.

As Baron Dalent wrestled with whether to humble himself before Count Liam or preserve his dignity, he gazed at the Third Prince in front of him.

Would begging for Count Liam’s forgiveness really resolve the issue?

Baron Dalent began to wonder if the “new rope” in front of him might be the correct answer, despite the rumors. For someone notorious as a scoundrel, the Third Prince’s reasoning was remarkably logical.

“Your Highness is correct. I repeatedly told Baron Steel not to engage in tax embezzlement, but my words fell on deaf ears.”

“I see. But why didn’t you report it to His Majesty or the Chancellor?”

“I tried multiple times, but I was blocked at every turn. There’s a reason why no noble survives defying Duke Blake.”

The mention of Duke Blake caught Ian’s interest, and he looked at Baron Dalent with a curious expression.

“Do you believe Duke Blake is involved in this?”

“I don’t have any concrete evidence, of course. But it’s impossible that Baron Steel was appointed as Director of the Tax Department without Duke Blake’s influence.”

Ian was impressed by Baron Dalent’s insight, knowing the Duke was indeed involved behind the scenes.

“I see. Given the situation, why did you continue working as a tax official?”

“I needed money.”

“So, the same reason you took leave.”

“Yes…”

As the topic turned to money, Baron Dalent’s complexion darkened. Noticing this, Ian pulled out a few gold coins from his spatial pouch.

“Take these.”

“Your Highness…”

“If a few gold coins can win your loyalty, it’s a cheap price to pay.”

Baron Dalent’s suspicion toward the Third Prince eased slightly at this offer. Even among close friends, it was rare for someone to offer financial support so readily.

“I am deeply grateful for Your Highness’s generosity, but I’m not sure if my abilities are sufficient to be of any help to you.”

“That’s not for you to worry about. I’ve already determined that you’re worth investing in.”

Moved by Ian’s confident tone, Baron Dalent bowed his head.

“Thank you, Your Highness. I will repay this kindness no matter what.”

Ian found himself liking Baron Dalent’s attitude. Many people, after borrowing money, would conveniently forget about it.

“I value your talents. The fact that you noticed Baron Steel’s tax embezzlement when others didn’t shows how sharp your skills are when it comes to numbers.”

Ian knew that Baron Dalent had uncovered evidence through his abilities that Ian himself had only found using scanners and tablets. Such a person was worth betting on.

Overwhelmed by Ian’s recognition of his abilities, Baron Dalent bowed his head deeply.

“You’re the first person to speak of me in such a way, Your Highness.”

“Then consider the gold I gave you as a down payment. There’s no need to repay it. I’d also like to hear about your personal circumstances. As the Third Prince, I might be able to help.”

Unlike before, Baron Dalent opened up to Ian and confided his situation.

“My mother’s health has recently taken a turn for the worse.”

“What are her symptoms?”

“She’s been suffering from a high fever, vomiting, and severe muscle pain all over her body for the past few days.”

Hearing this, Ian immediately thought of a single word: ‘Black Death.’

This plague, which began in the northern regions of the empire, had brought devastating damage to the empire. Ian remembered it clearly because the protagonist, Kyle, had successfully resolved the epidemic and won the people’s favor in the original story.

“Has her skin turned red and swollen?”

Baron Dalent looked at Ian in shock and asked,

“How did you know?”

“How long has it been since her symptoms worsened?”

“Less than a week.”

Ian’s expression grew serious. From what he knew, if the symptoms had progressed this much, the disease was already at an advanced stage.

“Have you taken any action?”

“We received some medicine from the Medison family, which has helped a bit. I’ve also taken preventive medicine myself.”

Ian sighed in relief upon hearing that Baron Dalent had sought help from the Medison family. The Medison family had played a crucial role alongside Kyle in eradicating the Black Death.

“Do you have any relatives in the north?”

“How did you know? It seems Your Highness knows quite a lot about me. But why do you ask?”

“Has your mother met with this relative?”

“Hmm… She did say she met with him about three weeks ago.”

Ian knew from the original story that the plague would spread rapidly within the next year. However, he hadn’t expected that someone in the capital would already be infected.

“I see. I have a rough idea of the cause of her illness. I might be able to help cure it.”

“Really? If my mother can recover, I’ll do anything.”

“Are you serious?”

When Ian asked, Baron Dalent responded firmly.

“My mother is the most important person in my life. If she can return to her former health, I will never forget the debt I owe. Anyway, I’ve already been marked by the noble faction. Your Highness is my only hope.”

“I’d be more than happy to have someone with your talents on my side. However, you might have to work in the north rather than in the capital. Is that acceptable?”

“If it means getting away from the noble faction, I would be relieved. But… could you wait until my mother’s illness is cured?”

“Of course. Treating her illness is the priority. I’ll meet with the Medison family. At the very least, they’ll be cooperative when it comes to this disease.”

Moved by Ian’s support, Baron Dalent repeatedly bowed his head in gratitude.

“Then take care of your mother for now. I’ll visit the Medison family.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

Having secured a promising talent for the future, Ian headed cheerfully to the Medison family. It was time to resolve their long-standing issue.

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The sudden appearance of Luciana was surprising enough. However, the statement she followed with brought about confusion. ‘Why is she speaking in such a sharp tone?’ 

As someone who had been with her for a long time, I could tell. It was a plain tone as if simply inquiring about the situation, but the sensitivity embedded within it caused my response to be delayed. 

“Ah! It’s probably the same situation as Lady Speda. We also got caught up in the spirits’ pranks and ended up scattered.” 

Fortunately, while I was momentarily stunned, Rene stepped forward to explain actively. 

“Hmm. There is no lie in those words, right?” 

“O-Of course not.” 

It was only then that Rene, noticing the ominous atmosphere around Luciana, began to stammer. 

Seeing her trembling hands hidden behind her back to avoid her sight, it was clear she was quite scared of Luciana. 

‘Indeed, if you got stuck in the middle of the story, it was usually Luciana.’ 

A wall of lament that even the veterans acknowledged. A mid-boss whose unreasonable patterns repeatedly frustrated many seasoned players. 

True to her reputation, Luciana exuded a subtly chilling aura, which was intimidating enough to instantly repel those with weak spirits. 

However, the problem was, ‘Why is the young lady angry?’ 

“Enough. I have heard your answer. Hans, let me ask you once again. Where are the other members of your team, and why are only the two of you here?” 

Stay calm. 

At times like this, I needed to act brazenly. 

Therefore, the choice I made was, “It is as the Saintess said.” 

Rely on authority! 

It was a clever idea to pass the responsibility to the well-known Saintess while explaining the situation. 

“Amidst the spirits’ pranks, while being isolated from the team members, only the Saintess was not far away.” 

When I answered casually with a shrug, Luciana also took a step back for now. 

It seemed that she, too, had experienced the spirits’ ‘maze.’ 

That’s why she was wandering alone now. 

‘But, who are Luciana’s team members?’ 

I couldn’t check because I came in first. 

I was about to ask about this when. 

“Be careful with your actions. It could easily cause misunderstandings.” 

“Misunderstanding? What do you mean?” 

For a moment, I tilted my head, not understanding Luciana’s words. 

Just being with the team members and then getting scattered. 

What kind of misunderstanding could arise from this? 

A brief frown appeared on Luciana’s forehead at my question, then quickly disappeared. 

After a moment of silence, Luciana spoke. 

“…Your fiancée is the daughter of Count Frontal, who is in charge of arms distribution in the North, and my closest friend. Seeing you alone with another woman makes me uneasy, both publicly and privately.” 

“There’s no way that’s true!” 

I was horrified and denied her absurd words. 

The Saintess was merely a tool! 

I never expected Luciana to have such a ridiculous misunderstanding. 

“For me, there is only my lord, Lady Luciana, and my fiancée, Lady Frontal.” 

“Is that so. …Very well, I will believe you for now. But do not betray that trust. I cannot stand to see my friend hurt.” 

However, even with my explanation, Luciana turned her head away with a cold expression. 

My heart sank. 

-The descendant of the warrior seems to have little trust in you. Even if she is just a toy for amusement, it is very insolent.

I couldn’t even hear what Bathory was saying. A dizzying shock swept through me, as if all the blood drained from my body. 

‘No.’ 

“It was nice seeing you, even if briefly. I should be going now, I need to find my teammates.” 

“Ah, please wait a moment!” 

I couldn’t let her leave like this. Having been with her for a long time, I knew that if I let her go now, our relationship would become even more strained. 

‘Think. Come up with a way to soothe her anger right now.’ 

Fortunately, my experience as her attendant allowed me to quickly reach a conclusion. 

I walked up to her and whispered, “We happen to need your help, Lady Luciana.” 

“…Help?” 

“Yes. If it’s you, Lady Luciana, who is skilled in combat, I’m sure you can defeat the one we couldn’t.” 

I took a deep breath. 

She is a warrior with a strong desire to win. Surely this would pique her interest. 

“The master of this dungeon, that is.” 

Luciana’s silver hair, which had been fluttering as she walked, softly settled down. 

I didn’t miss the opportunity and added even sweeter words. 

“The loot left by the dungeon master would be highly valuable. It would greatly help in achieving the top rank.” 

“…If you can capture it yourself, why share the information with another team, especially me?” 

As expected, Luciana wasn’t easy to convince. I needed to answer well. 

We were already in a friendly competition for the top spot. 

Giving a superficial response like ‘It’s my duty as an attendant’ would only irritate her. 

So I said, “You know best, Lady Luciana, how small my aura is.” 

I strained myself to barely cover my dagger with a dark aura. 

No, it was embarrassing to even call it that. 

The aura barely shimmered on the blade, looking like it could extinguish any moment. 

“I’m training hard with your help, but as you can see, it’s not enough to penetrate the thick ice walls of the monster. But you, Lady Luciana, is different.” 

I subtly mentioned our training sessions and pointed to her sword at her waist, as if encouraging her. 

“With the prized sword of the Speda family, your excellent swordsmanship, and your overwhelming aura, you can surely defeat this boss!” 

“…Hmph, your speech skills are certainly impressive.” 

‘Success!’ 

She turned her head back towards me. 

The heat reflecting in her lake-like blue eyes was now visible, and the previous coldness was gone. 

“I will help. Lead me to where you found the dungeon master.” 

“As expected of the treasure of the North.” 

I bowed my head, hiding a satisfied smile. 

Now, the roles were clear. 

I was the tank and support mage who actively used evasive maneuvers. 

The Saintess was the support healer. 

And the main damage dealer was… 

Luciana, who stood there confidently, emanating a pure white aura that matched her silver hair. 

She was the key to this boss battle. 

The only one who could penetrate the ice spirit’s armor. 

“But first, we need to hear about the enemy. Is it a spirit?”

“Yes. It’s an ice spirit specialized in defense and slowing. It’s an advanced spirit, so you need to be extremely careful.”

Although it’s weaker compared to spirits of other elements, being an advanced spirit still makes it quite powerful. The best strategy is to dodge its slow attacks as much as possible.

Just then,

Thud, thump,

Kraaah!

I began to feel faint vibrations at my feet. It was getting closer.

“I-I think it’s coming! What should we do?”

“What do you mean, what should we do?”

I couldn’t speak informally in front of Luciana, so I turned to Rene with a smile and respectful words that contained zero politeness.

“An opportunity for a good test result is falling right into our laps, why refuse it?”

First place, second place, and even third place. Running away wasn’t exactly great for our pride as first-year top performers.

“…You were the one who ran away earlier.”

“Ahem. This time it’s different. Let’s use this opportunity for the Saintess to witness my lord’s strength.”

You need to experience how reassuring it is when the mid-boss you fear is on our side.

‘A step back to take two steps forward. Don’t you understand?’

‘You were so confident earlier and then ran away.’

‘Then why don’t you try it alone?’

Soon, those disrespectful eyes will realize how brilliant she is. 

Moreover,

– Must you humble yourself like this?

– The higher you place someone, the more painful their fall. Isn’t the supreme delicacy we gain from that truly something to look forward to?

– Enough. This is a pointless argument. I understand why you care for the warrior’s descendant. But why do you also act like a nanny for that brat?

– We need to start grooming the Saintess now to fight against Tyrant later.

While I was calming down Bathory, who had been grumbling for a while, 

Thud, thud.

The vibrations grew louder.

Crack, crumple, thud!

A wall crumbled, and the old man’s face emerged at its peak.

– Hahaha. Still scurrying away like a rat, huh? If you ran into a passage where I couldn’t move, I just need to break everything!

A force of cold powerful enough to create a path where there was none.

[BOSS]

[Ice Spirit of the Snowy Mountain before Resurrection]

However, unlike when I fled powerlessly earlier, now I was with Luciana, the [World’s Official Strongest Talent].

“You’re quite the opponent.”

As if meeting my expectations, Luciana unleashed the aura she had gathered towards the emerging ice spirit.

Kraaah!

The brilliant white slash sliced through the thick ice armor like tofu, making the monster scream in agony.

“Indeed, the first strike is crucial in a fight.”

It was an awe-inspiring strike that made me gasp in admiration. 

Seeing the huge scar etched on the ice, I quickly took my position to support her, adding some sweet words as a bonus.

“You seem even fiercer today.”

“It’s not good. When emotions are involved in swordsmanship, it becomes less sharp and only rougher. It was the same a moment ago.”

‘What’s going on?’

Normally, she would be pleased with such words, but for some reason, she started to blame herself.

…This is something I need to look into.

Luciana may have a somewhat clumsy and delicate side, but she is the daughter of a high-ranking noble and a knight who has undergone numerous training sessions. She wouldn’t be swayed by emotions over a mere dungeon exploration.

However, for now, I shook my head strongly in denial. 

“No, that’s not true. How can there be growth without a competitive spirit? As long as you maintain proper composure, channeling your emotions into your sword can sometimes be beneficial.” 

Right. 

As long as you don’t completely lose your mind and rationality, like that spirit. 

– Kraaah! You insolent brats! You don’t know your place! This time, I will show you the true power of an advanced spirit! Die, all of you!

The grotesquely distorted old man’s face on the icy mountain. 

His furious gaze was fixed entirely on me. 

“…Unintentionally, I’ve drawn his aggro.” 

Being swayed by emotions like this. 

Normally, aggro is drawn to the one who causes the most pain, and I was worried about how to divert it, but it seemed the mental anguish I caused him took precedence. 

In that case, let’s fulfill the role of a ‘tank’ properly. 

“The majesty of an advanced spirit? You’re nothing but a guard dog for a mere human count’s family.” 

“… …”

“And on top of that, you couldn’t even gain your own freedom and are venting your frustration on an innocent human. Isn’t that pathetic?”

“I’ll kill you!”

Soon, the old man’s face shifted from grotesque to one of pure anguish.

“Ah, how foolish.”

Even though it took the form of an old man, it was still a spirit. 

Its mental age was no different from that of mischievous low-level spirits. 

It was so easily provoked by such an obvious taunt.

Now that the aggro was fixed, all that was left was unlimited attack time. 

“Saintess, don’t worry about me. Give all your blessings to Lady Luciana!” 

Luciana stepped back briefly, perhaps to regroup. 

To buy the dealer some time, I charged towards the spirit. 

* **

It was truly massive, like a mountain. 

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t overwhelmed. 

“So this is an advanced spirit.” 

She felt the sting in her palm as she gripped her sword’s hilt. 

It was clear that her attacks had an effect on the enemy, but her hands had endured significant strain from the recoil. 

If it weren’t for the calluses formed from past training, she might have dropped her sword. 

Luciana watched the spirit in front of her with a bitter gaze. 

Swirling cold and incessantly flying ice spears. 

Hans weaving skillfully through it all. 

…And her own foolishness for forgetting what she had learned from him and charging in recklessly. 

Charging in with great power requires a commensurate price. 

She had forgotten even that basic principle and thrust her sword in haste.

‘Phew, I truly lost my composure.’

The blatant infidelity of her fiancé, the crown prince. 

And the subsequent signs of infidelity from her cherished attendant.

‘…I was only interrogating him because I was worried about Lisa.’

Moreover, the subtle familiarity between the two of them. It was understandable to be mistaken, Luciana thought. But regardless of the reason, the sudden surge of anger had affected her swordsmanship.

‘It would have been better to aim for his face. The best attack is always a surprise strike. I regret that I wasted a golden opportunity by letting my emotions get the best of me, but what’s done is done. Now, I need to focus on the enemy before me.’

Luciana gathered her resolve once more to face the opponent in front of her.

‘Where and how should I attack?’

“Lady Speda! I’ll lend you my strength!”

With the Saintess’s spell, golden magic swirled around her. As it flowed into her body, she felt a surge of power in her muscles, far greater than before. The Saintess’s touch brought a refreshing and invigorating energy.

‘But it’s not enough.’

Having directly faced the dungeon master, she knew for certain. Even at her level, merely scratching its surface was the best she could achieve.

Luciana’s gaze deepened.

‘At this rate, can I even cut through it?’

Once shaken, it was incredibly difficult to regain her composure. Where had her usual self gone? The daunting task of splitting a mountain. As this situation approached her, each step she tried to take grew heavier. Luciana’s bitter eyes focused on the battle before her.

“You rat!”

“Haha, and you can’t even catch such a rat, it seems.”

Even as she hesitated, Hans was busy showcasing his skills, exhaling cold breaths. His agility allowed him to narrowly dodge the massive ice spears by a hair’s breadth. It was typical of Hans.

At a glance, it seemed as though he was merely toying with the enemy. But to her, it looked different.

‘…He’s desperate.’

The ice spread around his feet, the influence of a slowing spell, making his usually light footwork seem heavy and sluggish.

Most of all, the beads of sweat trickling down his cheek showed his trouble and exhaustion. 

It was a foregone conclusion that the longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantaged he would become. 

Therefore,

“Hup! I won’t let that happen!”

Luciana sprang off the ground, changing her sword into a greatsword with a shout. She aimed at the back of the icy mountain and swung down with all her might, channeling her aura into the blade.

-Clang!

‘Damn.’

The creature was growing stronger. The strike that would have at least scratched it a moment ago was now completely blocked.

-Haha! What now? It feels like an ant bite!

“Ah!”

“Lady Luciana!”

Like brushing off an ant, the creature lightly swung its massive arm, sending her crashing into the cave wall.

-It’s useless! You pathetic humans can never defeat me! This is the sanctuary of spirits!

‘So, it’s true, it’s getting stronger.’

Or perhaps it was better to say it was recovering. 

Luciana, rising from the ground, bit her lip hard at the spirit’s booming declaration.

Regardless, the spirit, as if she didn’t matter at all, focused solely on catching her attendant, making thunderous steps with its enormous feet. 

Another round of Hans’s precarious dodging ensued.

However,

“…Huh, so we can never win, huh.”

From deep within Luciana’s heart, the flames that had momentarily subsided began to burn fiercely again.

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Round 100

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Episode 100

My name is Headbutt. I’m a slime.

And today, as always, I’m diligently training.

Splat!

Phew, this is tough. But I can’t give up.

The others are busy playing around, but I haven’t skipped a single day of training.

Our Great Lord is pleased just watching us play. Thanks to our kind Great Lord, those guys spend all day playing in the field.

But I’m different.

Splat!

This one was better.

Although it might not be noticeable, my headbutting skills are improving over time.

I am a slime recognized by the Great Lord.

I still remember that moment.

When I first learned the headbutt skill, the Great Lord told me to try it directly on His body. And back then, I performed the headbutt of a lifetime.

So, what happened?

Our Great Lord was unscathed. Naturally, because He is extraordinary. But both the Great Lord and Lady Ara were impressed by my skills.

Even though it was my first headbutt, I received such a reaction. Imagine what I could do with more training?!

Wiggle?

The one playing nearby is watching me. Most consider me an oddball, but I don’t mind.

I have only one goal.

To keep training. And eventually…

Bounce! Bounce!

I!

Will stand in the sky!!

I will surpass even the Great Lord and Lady Ara and conquer the world with my headbutt as a slime!

Some might call this insubordination. But don’t worry. All I want is to be unique in the universe.

The Great Lord will always be my Great Lord, and Lady Ara will always be Lady Ara.

What? Does that sound contradictory? I don’t know such difficult words. Be quiet.

Clatter- Clatter-

-Neigh!

Hmm! The Great Lord has returned. Time to start training again.

“Alright, everyone! Gather like before!”

The Great Lord is calling!

I immediately stopped my training and crawled out, moving as fast as when I perform my headbutt!

Huff, I’m first!

“You’re coming alone in such a hurry. Oh? Are you Headbutt?”

Wiggle!

Haha, as expected, you remember me. I thought you had forgotten me since that day!

“You cute thing. Alright, you come along too.”

Where are we going, Great Lord?

“We need to collect some stones. Even small fragments will do.”

Hmm, stones!

When it comes to stones, that’s my specialty! I’ll finally show the results of my training!

Wiggle! Wiggle!

“You’re very energetic, just like last time. Hmm, I guess I’ll take about five slimes?”

The Great Lord personally selected five slimes. I looked at the other four with determination.

Before I can stand in the sky, my first goal!

Collect the stones!

* * *

With the unusually excited Headbutt in my arms, I returned to the mine. With the help of Alfheim, we started collecting samples in earnest.

“Hmm. Looks doable.”

In the meantime, my father was estimating if we could create an entrance. I asked him, hinting,

“Do you think the slimes might be helpful?”

“I hadn’t considered that. As long as we can communicate with them, they would definitely be helpful.”

“Ara or Frey can communicate with them, so I’ll give it a try.”

While my father and I talked, the slimes and fairies began bringing in small fragments.

However, most were just ordinary stones we’re familiar with.

“That’s to be expected. Besides, these kids don’t know which ones are minerals.”

Young-seong nodded as if it were obvious.

“This won’t be finished in a day or two. It might take a week, months, or even years. Once we expand the entrance, we need to quickly extract usable minerals to prepare for the Avarice.”

“Months, years…”

I guess I had been too naive, thinking it would be easy. I had been coasting along too much.

‘Crops only take about a month to grow.’

Time passed swiftly.

Before I knew it, the day was ending, and we were wrapping things up.

“Brother, will you be staying here?”

“Probably. Except for the times I need to contact the guild.”

“Are you sure? Spending several days in the dungeon…”

“I actually prefer it.”

Young-seong watched his wife pack a swimsuit. It seemed they were planning to go to the hot springs now that the work was done.

“I’ll go out and get some estimates. I’ll come back with detailed blueprints.”

“Yes, Father.”

“I’ll leave the fishing gear behind.”

At that moment, Young-seong’s eyes sparkled more brightly than when he was analyzing minerals.

“Do you like fishing?”

“Hmm? Yes, I do. Do you…?”

“Haha, yes, I do. I didn’t know you liked fishing, too.”

“Oh, then shall we have a quick go at it?”

They quickly bonded and headed off to fish. And Si-young had already persuaded Seon-ah to take Ara and Gomgom to the hot springs.

“Ha ha.”

Well… it’s nice to see everyone getting along so well.

I’m definitely not upset because they’re all going without me.

…Really.

* * *

Time flew by.

We had discovered the mine at the end of the year, and soon it was a new year, making me a year older.

However, I had been so busy that I barely noticed the new year coming and going.

‘But I’ve prepared quite well.’

With the advice from Young-seong, I had made nearly 60 bottles of vegetable juice. Additionally, I had ten strawberry potions.

Not only that, but I had also been in frequent contact with the guild, and they had finally succeeded in mass-producing strawberry potions.

Although the daily production was only five and the effects weren’t as good as the ones I made, they were still a lifeline in urgent situations.

“Kyu-seong!”

“Oh, Ara.”

“Ta-da~!”

“Oh, what’s that?”

Ara appeared wearing a new hat.

She was proudly showing it off, but it looked heavy no matter how I looked at it.

“What’s it made of?”

“Mineral!”

We had discovered various minerals in the mine. So far, we had found four types: one was the first mana-infused ore we discovered.

‘We named it Arastar.’

Another was a similar shimmering ore, and the remaining two were minerals.

We didn’t have a clear way to categorize raw gemstones and minerals separately, but for convenience, we decided to call the semi-transparent, sparkling ones gemstones.

The important thing was that among the discoveries, we had found something else suitable for awakened equipment: a mineral we named mithril.

‘There isn’t much of it, though…’

The hat Ara was wearing was made from a different mineral, not mithril.

It was a rare mineral that didn’t conduct mana but exhibited mana conduction properties. Unfortunately, it was too heavy to be used for awakened equipment.

“Stickstick made it!”

“Stickstick?”

Stickstick, the slime with the ability to combine minerals.

I had thought it could only stick minerals together, but it could also shape them?

This significantly increased Stickstick’s utility.

If we had proper design plans, we might not need artisans to make equipment. We could use Stickstick’s abilities instead…

“It can make other things, too!”

“Oh, that’s impressive.”

Now that the fieldwork was done, it was time to visit the mine.

“Huh?”

I tried to lift Ara to carry her, but I stumbled. Startled, I looked at Ara and then laughed.

“I can’t hold you because of that hat, Ara.”

“Gasp!”

Ara quickly took off the hat and held it in her hands.

But even holding it in her hands, I couldn’t embrace her.

That mineral, adamantium, was unsuitable for awakened equipment despite its strength, hardness, and mana conduction properties simply because it was too heavy.

‘Ara is definitely strong.’

Although I am an awakened one, I only have the strength of a level 1. But Ara must be around level 4 or even 5 in strength by now.

Clatter- Clatter-

“Oh? Father.”

“Phew.”

Just as I was about to head to the mine, my father approached from that direction. He looked tired as he got off Purr, but he had a satisfied expression.

“It’s finished.”

“Finished? Do you mean the entrance is complete?”

“Yes.”

“Oh!”

Father had been steadily working on opening the mine entrance with the help of the Kkumuris. The Kkumuris’ mysterious abilities, though slow, allowed them to create a safe entrance.

“It took longer than I expected, but it’s very sturdy. There’s no worry of it collapsing.”

“Thank you for your hard work, Father.”

“Yes. I’m going home to rest now.”

Unlike Seon-ah, who visited once a week, Father had been working here almost continuously, practically living at the mine.

Mother’s glares had become quite sharp, but he would bring her to enjoy Ara’s antics whenever possible.

“Where’s Young-seong?”

“Oh, he stepped out to contact the guild.”

“I see. I wanted to do a bit of fishing with him before leaving.”

“Aren’t you going home to rest?”

Father had become fishing buddies with Young-seong. As a result, I found myself fishing occasionally as well.

“This time, I need to find a new spot. Even the best places can get a bit dull.”

“There’s a stream in front of the field.”

“That won’t do.”

“Try the hot springs.”

“……”

“I’m kidding. I’ll look around. I’m sure Chirp can find a good spot quickly.”

Since I planned to visit the mine anyway, I decided to inspect the completed entrance. While I had seen the process up until now, confirming it was different.

“I’ll be off then.”

“Alright. I’m heading home.”

I listened to my father’s farewell and climbed onto Purr. As Ara waved her hand energetically, we set off.

“Thinking back, if Ara hadn’t prepared her surprise, things could’ve gone wrong.”

“Hehe.”

Purr, Woofy, and Chirp—recently, these three had been quite active.

Not only Purr and Woofy, but also Chirp’s ability to fly was a tremendous advantage, allowing it to go to places we couldn’t reach.

Chirp took care of various tasks, from scouting the area to fetching plants growing on rocky mountains or branches of the World Tree.

‘…The downside is that it’s hard to find.’

Chirp only comes when it’s time to eat, making it difficult to assign tasks outside of those times. But, well… as long as it’s happy, it’s okay.

Riding Purr, I quickly arrived at the mine. A slime greeted me warmly.

Wiggle!

“Hey, Headbutt.”

Since the entrance had been widened, Ara, Si-young, and I had been helping at the mine. The slimes could move through narrow spaces, but their lack of strength hindered the mining process. Our involvement had slowly advanced the progress.

Only one slime remained here: Headbutt.

“A remarkable fellow.”

Wiggle!

Headbutt seemed to feel recognized and touched, which truly amazed me.

[Headbutt (Slime) LV.2]

[Just an ordinary slime]

[Capable of liquid synthesis]

[Ability: Headbutt LV.3]

See that? Level 3 Headbutt.

This guy is a mutant that grew its ability solely through training.

If it weren’t for the antidote needed to counter Avarice, I would’ve synthesized and leveled it up, but I’m holding back for now.

Splat!

It was headbutting celebrating the mined minerals. Of course, nothing happened.

Despite being level 3, the headbutt hadn’t become even slightly stronger. It seemed like multiplying zero by any number still resulted in zero due to its weak base stats.

But wouldn’t synthesizing and leveling it up change things a bit?

“Oh, Kyu-seong Kyu-seong, it’s widened!”

“Let’s take a look.”

Leaving the hardworking Headbutt behind, I inspected the mine entrance. The clean finishing was noticeable, and as Ara mentioned, it did feel slightly wider.

“Hmm…”

“What’s wrong?”

“We need workers.”

“Workers?”

Now that we had a proper entrance and could start full-scale mining, it was difficult for us to manage on our own.

We couldn’t rely on slimes or fairies, and even though we had Kkumuris, we faced another problem.

‘They shrink when they touch Arastar, Mithril, or Adamantium.’

When they touched minerals with mana or mana-conducting properties, the Kkumuris deflated like balloons. They seemed to have a strong resistance to anything related to spirits.

So, even though we were currently mining ourselves, it was challenging.

“Hmm?!”

“What’s wrong, Ara?”

“Woofy is coming!”

With her keen hearing, Ara perked up and turned her head. After waiting for about five minutes, I saw Young-seong riding Woofy approaching from afar.

“You have good ears.”

“I have good ears too!”

Hearing a sound from a five-minute distance, Ara’s abilities were starting to scare me.

“Kyu-seong!”

“Yes, Brother?”

There was an urgency in Young-seong’s voice.

He didn’t even dismount from Woofy as he rapidly spoke.

“Dungeon break! Dungeon break occured in Avarice!”

“…What?”

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Count Liam’s reception room was unusually chaotic.

“Count, when will you be giving us the incense?”

“Now that Baron Steel has been imprisoned, does this mean we can no longer obtain the incense?”

Some nobles, upon hearing that Baron Steel had been imprisoned, were anxious about the possibility of no longer receiving the incense in the future.

“Haha, is incense really the most important thing right now? Isn’t the bigger issue the embezzlement of taxes?”

“If it’s a matter of taxes, won’t Duke Blake handle it well, as he always does?”

“That’s right. Duke Blake has always dealt with such difficult issues for us, hasn’t he?”

Watching some of the nobles speak so casually, Count Liam silently added their names to a list. He decided that this was a good opportunity to weed out a few incompetent nobles.

“Count, is it true that it will be difficult to obtain incense from now on?”

In contrast to how he treated the other nobles, Count Liam responded kindly to the question from a young man.

“Baron Dos, I have some remaining stock, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Thank you, Count.”

As the young man repeatedly bowed his head, Count Liam also smiled warmly.

Baron Dos was someone the Chancellor had no choice but to use due to his moderate wealth and excellent administrative abilities. Such individuals needed to be continuously courted with incense.

“Ah, and I have something to tell you regarding the tax embezzlement.”

“Count, why such a serious expression? You look as though you’re about to throw us all in prison. Haha.”

The nobles, seeing Count Liam’s serious expression about the embezzlement, tried to lighten the mood with jokes.

“It’s because I may need to deliver some unfortunate news to a few of you.”

“Unfortunate news? With Duke Blake backing us, and all of us united under the noble faction, who could possibly create such a situation?”

“As you say, Duke Blake intended to let this matter slide.”

The Count had no intention of following the Third Prince’s plan to divide and weaken the noble faction by pitting lower-ranked nobles against each other. Duke Blake needed to remain the ‘focal point’ who continuously protected his subordinates. Managing and dealing with the lower nobles was Count Liam’s responsibility.

“Then what is the issue?”

“I told His Grace, the Duke, that it wouldn’t be wise to do so. I insisted that in order to uphold the dignity of the First Prince and Duke Blake, the nobles involved in the tax embezzlement must be held accountable.”

One of the nobles, catching the hidden meaning in Liam’s words, spoke with a trembling voice.

“C-Count, what do you mean by that? Why… why would you take such actions?”

“You all know it as well, don’t you? The Emperor’s gaze upon our noble faction has not been kind. Though Duke Blake refused several times, he eventually entrusted everything related to this matter to me.”

“Then… are you saying that the nobles involved in this embezzlement will be arrested?”

“If the investigation reveals their involvement, what reason would I have not to do so?”

Count Liam’s calm words brought a chill to the room.

Of course, a quick-witted noble immediately approached Liam with a respectful tone.

“Count Liam, how may I assist you?”

“Haha, don’t worry. What connection could you possibly have with Baron Steel and tax embezzlement?”

The quick-witted ones were useful and therefore worth keeping around.

And as the other nobles overheard the conversation between the Count and the shrewd noble, they realized that Count Liam was the one who would determine the outcome of the investigation.

“Count, I’ll send you that wine you’ve always wanted.”

“Do you need any expenses covered for the investigation? I’ll support it out of my own pocket if necessary.”

“If you require any additional manpower for the investigation, please let me know. I’ll do everything I can to ensure this matter is thoroughly investigated.”

Some of the nobles, especially those with ties to Baron Steel, began to curry favor with Count Liam even more fervently. They instinctively knew that failing to do so could mean their downfall.

“Ahem, I appreciate your sentiments. However, this matter requires a meticulous investigation, one thorough enough to be reported to His Majesty the Emperor. I will visit each of you individually to hear your honest thoughts on this matter.”

“Of course, Count. Just let us know, and we’ll be ready.”

“Then, I’ll conclude this meeting here. I need to rest as well.”

As the nobles exited the reception room, they were overly polite to Count Liam, making sure to express their hopes for his favor.

As the nobles were leaving, Count Liam called out to one figure.

“Baron Dalent.”

“You called for me, Count?”

“I’ve told you before, haven’t I? You’re always overly stiff.”

Among the nobles, Baron Dalent had never shown proper respect to Count Liam, likely due to his overconfidence in his abilities. He was one of the few nobles who didn’t use the incense.

“How could that be?”

“If you’re still going to maintain that attitude, so be it. As I understand it, didn’t you work directly under Baron Steel?”

Baron Dalent’s expression darkened at Liam’s mention of his work under Baron Steel. He had once been slated to be the next director, but his position had changed after Baron Steel lobbied Count Liam.

“That’s correct.”

“Then you bear significant responsibility in this matter. To have ‘colluded’ with such a massive embezzlement right under your nose.”

“What do you mean, collusion? If you interrogate Baron Steel, you’ll see that I warned him many times not to play games with the empire’s money.”

“I’ve never heard such a thing.”

Baron Dalent nearly raised his voice in frustration.

“That can’t be! I’ve told Baron Steel dozens of times over the past few years.”

“Hmm… I see. So, was it you who informed the Third Prince of the tax embezzlement? Someone did tell him about it.”

Count Liam recalled how each tax official had a private conversation with Ian during the audit.

“Well, at that time…”

“If you knew it was wrong, why didn’t you speak up when the Third Prince came as a tax inspector?”

Baron Dalent hesitated at Count Liam’s question. That day, his mother had suddenly taken ill, forcing him to take leave. If he explained his absence, how would Count Liam react? He feared the Count might take his sick mother hostage, offering aid in exchange for an unrefusable demand. Such tactics were typical of the nobles in Liam’s faction.

Baron Dalent felt it was best not to reveal the truth just yet.

“You have nothing to say? It would be strange if you tried to claim otherwise now, considering how actively you were involved.”

Baron Dalent thought over the Count’s words before speaking with a defeated expression.

“The truth of the matter has nothing to do with this investigation.”

“What do you mean? Something that doesn’t exist can never become the truth. But didn’t you work diligently under Baron Steel, following his orders? If the evidence is clear, I suppose we’ll have to apply the charge of insubordination as well.”

Baron Dalent’s hands trembled with anger, but there was nothing he could do. He left the reception room without even offering a formal goodbye.

***

After successfully negotiating with the Magic Tower Master, Ian hurried to meet Count Liam. He knew that Count Liam was a loyal subordinate of Duke Blake, and since Duke Blake had made a move against the Magic Tower Master, it was only fair for Ian to return the favor.

If he could take this opportunity to eliminate a key figure in the noble faction, it would make things easier in the future.

As Ian was heading toward Count Liam’s reception room, a man with brown hair trudged past him.

Ian expected the man to greet him, but when he didn’t, Ian tilted his head in confusion.

“What happened that he forgot to greet a member of the royal family?”

The man’s expression was so troubled that Ian didn’t bother stopping him for a greeting, but for some reason, it stuck with him. Though brown hair was common in this world, the man’s face lingered in Ian’s mind.

“Count, the Third Prince has arrived.”

“The Third Prince? Please, bring him in immediately.”

When Ian entered, the Count greeted him with the utmost respect.

“Your Highness, what brings you to see me?”

“Is this not a place I can come?”

“Of course, there is nowhere Your Highness cannot go. I only ask because this is the first time you’ve sought me out directly, and I’m curious about the reason for your visit.”

‘So it’s the first time.’

Ian had wondered if he might have met Count Liam before, but it seemed that Ian had been managed by Viscount Helington in the past.

“As the tax inspector, I’ve come to inquire about how the investigation into the tax embezzlement is progressing.”

At Ian’s words, Count Liam responded with a bewildered expression.

“What do you mean, Your Highness? From what I understand, this matter is being investigated by the First Prince and Duke Blake.”

“Do you think I’ll just retreat if you pretend not to know anything? Even a passing Shavel Tiger in the palace knows that Duke Blake operates through you, Count.”

Ian looked directly at Count Liam as he spoke.

“And since His Majesty the Emperor has ordered a thorough investigation, how could I, as the tax inspector, stand by? I must assist you as much as possible.”

Seeing the Third Prince openly declare his intention to interfere, Count Liam considered whether he should handle the matter himself or report it to Duke Blake.

“Your Highness, the investigation has not yet begun in earnest. Would it not be better to discuss this after seeing the results?”

“You do know who needs to be investigated, don’t you? Surely, you don’t think Baron Steel is the only one involved in this embezzlement?”

“Of course not. In fact, we’ve already identified a prime suspect who collaborated with Baron Steel.”

Ian’s curiosity was piqued when Count Liam mentioned they had already found a suspect.

“Who is it?”

“Baron Dalent, who worked directly under Baron Steel in the first division of the Taxation Department. He took quite a bit.”

At Count Liam’s triumphant words, Ian’s mind lit up.

‘Dalent!’

He was one of the talents Ian needed to recruit.

In the original story, Baron Dalent had been hated by the noble faction and was later appointed as the lord of the border territory of Ferno, a desolate land known as a hellish place due to its lack of resources and harsh living conditions.

Despite these challenges, Baron Dalent had successfully developed Ferno, which had earned him the envy and jealousy of the noble faction. Yet he remained loyal to the First Prince, who had recognized his talents.

“Baron Dalent… It’s the first time I’ve heard that name. If he truly did that, then he will likely be executed alongside Baron Steel, correct?”

At Ian’s probing words, Count Liam nodded.

“Of course. Since he led the tax embezzlement, there’s no way they’ll be spared. Why don’t you leave it to me and not worry about it?”

Ian shook his head inwardly.

He couldn’t afford to lose a valuable talent like Baron Dalent.

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