Round 87

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“Okay, one, two. One, two.”

Watching Ara wobble along made me involuntarily smile. She was good at almost everything and had great physical abilities, but her clumsy dancing was cute.

While watching Ara’s dance, I also started my own preparations.

“Ahem. Kyu-seong, do you need some help?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Hanul, who had been watching, began moving the ingredients I was taking out. I soon felt the eyes of others watching us.

Just as we were finishing up the snacks, Jeong So-yeon, who had gone somewhere, spoke to me.

“Kyu-seong, something unexpected came up. Mr. Baek Tae-seop just contacted us.”

“The Iron-blood Guild leader?”

“It seems news has spread that Director Choi from the Terror Guild visited our guild. The Iron-blood Guild always keeps a close eye on the Terror Guild…”

“Is Awakened Baek Seung-hyun coming too?”

“I don’t think so. Although the antidote worked, Awakened Baek Seung-hyun is a supporter-type and still needs more time to rehabilitate.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than a grand vehicle entered the orphanage grounds. Seeing this, we knew that Baek Tae-seop had arrived.

“Oh, and Mr. Baek is also a sponsor of the orphanage.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You wouldn’t have. He only started recently. It’s actually thanks to you, Mr. Kyu-seong.”

“Thanks to me?”

What was she talking about?

As I tilted my head in confusion, Jeong So-yeon smiled gently.

“Mr. Baek Tae-seop seems to have become quite fond of you. After confirming your connection to our orphanage, he generously decided to sponsor us.”

“Oh, that’s good news.”

“We’re really grateful for Mr. Baek’s support. It’s not just the money; his influence is significant…”

Indeed, Dasom Orphanage was already receiving substantial support from Jeong So-yeon and Ara Hongryeon. It didn’t seem like an orphanage lacking funds.

But having Baek Tae-seop as a sponsor meant more than financial help; it could bring various other benefits.

‘The Iron-blood Guild isn’t just a metaphor; it’s actually a guild under a conglomerate group.’

We went out to greet the vehicle.

The director, who had heard the news, also came out and gave me a sly smile.

“Mr. Kyu-seong, nice job.”

“?”

Well, knowing that Iron-blood was sponsoring them thanks to me didn’t feel bad. I was rather grateful.

The car stopped, and a familiar face got out.

It was Baek Tae-seop and his secretary.

“Oh! Kyu-seong!”

As soon as he saw me, Mr. Baek ran up and hugged me fiercely. His sudden action prompted his secretary to run over and try to restrain him.

“S-Sir…”

Even so, I couldn’t push Mr. Baek away, understanding his emotions somewhat.

Nearly a decade had passed. I had saved his son’s life, who had been thought to have no hope.

“Kyu-seong! You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to contact you! Look! Look at this!”

Suddenly, Mr. Baek pulled out his phone and started showing me pictures. They depicted what seemed to be his son, Baek Seung-hyun, gradually recovering.

“This is all thanks to you, Kyu-seong! Truly! Thank you so much!”

“S-Sir, please stand up.”

Now, Mr. Baek was suddenly bowing down to me on the ground, which was awkward. While I appreciated his joy, he needed to calm down a bit.

At that moment, Hanul, who had finished moving my crops, noticed the scene.

“Why is that old man here! Did he come to kidnap Kyu-seong, that persistent old man!”

Brother, your imagination is too wild.

Eventually, the secretary of the Iron-blood Guild, angered by Hanul’s comment, started arguing while Mr. Baek carefully handed something to me.

“This is…?”

“I brought this because it seemed like you were looking for an item related to slimes last time. Please accept it.”

“Oh!”

Mr. Baek had been considerate of something I had forgotten about. This was quite touching.

I took the item he handed me and immediately checked it out.

It was contained in a precious-looking box with various advanced devices attached.

What on earth is this to require such measures?

“If you press the button there, the box will open.”

Click!

As he instructed, I pressed the button and the lid opened.

Inside was something round and mysterious.

[Fragment of an Unknown Slime]

[A fragment left by an unusual slime.]

[It contains unusual magical power.]

[You can feel the pulse of life.]

At first glance, it looked like a blue gem.

Engraved on its sparkling surface were some unknown patterns or characters.

What is this?

I had no idea what it was for. It was definitely related to slimes, but…

‘Do you eat it?’

That couldn’t be right; there were no indications of consumption effects, and the phrase “pulse of life” was intriguing.

“We managed to bring it over as a precious item, but we couldn’t determine its use. However, the amount of magic contained within it is equivalent to, or possibly greater than, a 7th-grade magic stone.”

“7th grade?!”

“7th grade?!”

Even Jeong So-yeon, who was beside me, exclaimed in surprise. The reputation of a 7th-grade magic stone was that high.

‘A 7th-grade magic stone is worth at least 2 billion, at least!’

But this item might have even more magical power than such a stone. Although it couldn’t be used like a magic stone, as Mr. Baek said, it was definitely not an ordinary item.

“Is it okay for you to give me something like this?”

“Of course. Although it has the magic power of a 7th-grade stone, it cannot be used as a magic stone, so its value is lower. Depending on how it can be utilized, its price can vary greatly, but we believe it would be better for you, who knows more about slimes, to have it rather than us.”

“Thank you. I’ll gratefully accept it.”

I did not hesitate and expressed my thanks.

If it were a 7th-grade magic stone, it would have been burdensome, but since this item’s exact use was still a mystery, it was better to accept it for now.

Ara might know what it is.

“Kyu-seong! Let’s start the party! Hahaha!”

Hanul, who had somehow gotten friendly with Iron-blood’s secretary despite their earlier fight, called out to me. When did they become so close again?

Ignoring Hanul’s peculiar ability to befriend anyone, I headed toward the orphanage building. Meals were already being served, and when the director tried to introduce me to the children, I shook my head.

“It’s okay. Let’s just eat!”

Jeong So-yeon and Hanul quickly joined the serving line.

“Mr. Baek, why don’t you have a quick bite too?”

“Is that alright?”

Noticing that the food was mine, Mr. Baek looked apologetic. I nodded affirmatively.

“Of course! Ah, and the pizza you mentioned last time is ready. I didn’t prepare it because I didn’t expect to see you today.”

“Oh! You remembered that promise?”

“You remembered me too, didn’t you? Honestly, I had forgotten about the slime item. Haha.”

Given the situation, I decided to invite him to the dungeon. If we had the ingredients, we could make pizza outside using a rented oven, but I wanted to offer healing to Mr. Baek, who had gone through a lot, and Awakened Baek Seung-hyun, who needed to recuperate.

‘A hot spring would help.’

For both of them.

There’s no harm in getting closer to Mr. Baek, so I should take this opportunity to earn some points.

“Oh! This is… incredibly delicious!”

Judging by his reaction, it seems I’ve already earned quite a few points…

Before I knew it, Ara, who had been practicing dancing, came over and started eating enthusiastically beside me. Her cheeks were puffed up, making me want to pinch them.

“So, Ara, how’s the dancing? Is it fun?”

“It’s fun! It’s nice to do it together with everyone!”

I should make sure to visit often so she can hang out with her friends.

“Dancing? Ara is learning to dance?”

“Oh, we happened to drop by today, and the kids were practicing for an event at the end of the year. Ara wanted to join, so we did it together.”

“Hmm.”

Mr. Baek paused his eating and stared intently at Ara. Despite his gaze, Ara was too busy shoveling food into her mouth to notice.

“Dancing, huh…”

“Is there something wrong?”

“Oh! No, it’s nothing. I just thought Ara would look cute dancing.”

Is that really all there is to it?

Mr. Baek’s eyes had the cold calculation of a businessman. Come to think of it, didn’t the Iron-blood Group have an entertainment division?

“What is that?”

Ara, who had piled up a tower of dishes in front of her, pointed to the box I was holding. I had planned to show it to her in the dungeon, but since she was interested, I decided to show it now.

Click!

When I pressed the button, the lid opened just like before.

Inside was a radiant blue gem.

“Oh!”

However, Ara seemed more interested in the box than the slime fragment inside. She was fascinated by how the lid opened with the press of a button, like a transforming robot.

“Ara, do you know what this is inside the box?”

“Hmm?”

Ara, who had been examining the box’s exterior, finally noticed the slime fragment. She tilted her head in curiosity and reached out without hesitation.

“Uh, Ara, that’s not something you eat.”

“Okay!”

Ara answered brightly and held the slime fragment, inspecting it closely. I hoped touching it wouldn’t harm her. Mr. Baek would have warned me if it was dangerous, right?

As Ara examined the fragment, Mr. Baek seemed intrigued and focused his attention.

“Oh!”

“Did you find something out? What is it?”

“It’s pretty!”

“…”

I had hoped Ara would recognize something about it, but her cute reaction left me awkwardly silent.

“It feels tingly! Kyu-seong Kyu-seong! Can I have this?”

“Uh? Well…”

I couldn’t say no to Ara’s bright, expectant eyes. Mr. Baek looked at me as if I had lost my mind.

“Take it along with the box. It’s better to keep it in there.”

“Oh!! You’re giving me the box too! Kyu-seong Kyu-seong is the best!”

In the end, I gave Ara the slime fragment. Though giving it to Ara didn’t mean it was out of my control.

“Mr. Kyu-seong, no matter how extraordinary Ara is, we don’t know what that item does…”

“It’s okay. Ara is strong and rarely gets hurt. Unless the item is extremely dangerous, there’s no need to worry.”

In the worst case, Ara could just eat it.

“No, I meant it’s a precious item…”

“Oh, that’s what you meant. Haha.”

From Mr. Baek’s perspective, it must have been shocking to see me casually hand over an item with the power of a 7th-grade magic stone to a child.

“The reason I was looking for slime-related items in the first place was to give them to Ara, so it’s as intended.”

“Uh? Does that mean Ara is…?”

Mr. Baek didn’t know that Ara was a slime.

Now that I think about it, the only people who knew Ara was a slime were our guild members and my family.

“Huh.”

Mr. Baek still seemed in disbelief as he stared at Ara, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to ask something but held back. It was understandable; with her appearance, no one would guess she was a slime.

“Oh! Kyu-seong Kyu-seong!”

“Yes? What is it?”

“I think I know what this is!”

“What!?”

Ara, who had been closely examining the slime fragment along with the box, suddenly spoke up.

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Palace 21

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Earl Liam, who was peacefully enjoying the warm sunshine on his mansion terrace, frowned at the sound of knocking on the door.

“Earl, Earl, Viscount Steel is here to see you.”

‘Viscount Steel?’

“Let him in.”

“Earl, I came to see you because I have something to tell you.”

“It’s not bad news, I hope?”

“You might not be aware of this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The Third Prince has captured a group transporting incense and contraband along with the inner city guards.”

“What, what did you say?”

Seeing Earl Liam’s shocked expression, Viscount Steel smiled and said,

“But don’t worry. His Highness the Third Prince assured me my name wouldn’t come up.”

Viscount Steel inwardly mocked Earl Liam for being slow to receive information.

However, despite his reassurances, Liam’s stiff expression did not ease, causing Steel to feel an inexplicable unease.

“Is there a problem?”

“Did you perhaps tell His Highness the Third Prince that your dealings were related to the Rose Inn?”

“I had no choice. Earl, if I hadn’t rushed over, the Third Prince might have sold my name to another backer.”

“……You really don’t understand the mistake you’ve made, do you?”

Like Baron Helington before, it was clear that Viscount Steel had been played by the Third Prince. Duke Blake’s hypothesis was correct.

“Do you think the Third Prince will really cover for you in this matter?”

“Wouldn’t he? His Highness said he would consider it favorably!”

“You are so naive. Have you already forgotten how Baron Helington died?”

“Wh-what do you mean by that?”

“Did you draw up any documents or contracts with the Third Prince? What binding power does a verbal promise have?”

“What do you mean?”

“It means the Third Prince has no intention of sparing you.”

Viscount Steel’s previously calm heart began to ripple with anxiety at Liam’s words.

“I’ve offered so much to His Highness, he wouldn’t do that.”

“You must have even offered him a space pouch to be so sure.”

“How did you know?”

“You must have been desperate enough to offer something you hadn’t even given to Duke Blake. But think careffully. Why would the Third Prince spare you after you’ve handed over the space pouch?”

“That, that………….”

“Wouldn’t it be more logical for him to take your head and gain credit as an inspector before the Emperor? Surely, you didn’t trust the ‘rascal’ Third Prince?”

Viscount Steel stammered, taken aback by Liam’s logical retort, which he had underestimated.

“Earl, if it becomes known that incense and contraband are linked to our noble faction, it might trouble Duke Blake.”

Steel realized that implicating Duke Blake was his only way to survive.

At the mention of a name that should not be uttered, Earl Liam scolded Steel,

“Viscount, what do you mean by that? What does Duke Blake have to do with this? Wasn’t it you who handled everything independently? Didn’t you say you’d take full responsibility if it failed, and now you’re saying something different?”

Feeling abandoned by both the Third Prince and Earl Liam, Viscount Steel’s vision darkened. After all the humiliation he endured to rise, he couldn’t die like this.

“Earl, what do you mean by handling things independently? How could I plan something related to the crown prince’s position alone?”

“Can you take responsibility for that statement? Doesn’t your life mean anything to you?”

Steel trembled at Liam’s cold voice.

Seeing fear of death on Steel’s face, Liam softened his tone to prevent the situation from escalating further. Sometimes a kind word after a harsh scolding can ease someone’s heart.

“Viscount, calm down and tell me in detail. What did you do when you met His Highness the Third Prince? If you tell me, maybe I can help you. Surely you’re not going to give up like this?”

Finding a glimmer of hope in his dark despair, Viscount Steel slowly opened his mouth.

“Th-that…….”

To help Steel collect his thoughts, Earl Liam began questioning him one thing at a time.

“What did you give the Third Prince?”

“I gave him a space pouch and gold coins.”

“What did the Third Prince promise?”

“He promised to exclude my name from this matter.”

“Anything unusual?”

“He said he would listen to other backers’ offers as well.”

The mention of ‘other backers’ led Liam to speculate that it might be the Emperor or the Chancellor. However, since the Third Prince had taken bribes from Steel, he likely hadn’t gone to the Emperor.

“Earl, please save my life. Couldn’t you speak to Duke Blake?”

“If His Highness the Third Prince doesn’t mention your name, won’t you be safe?”

“Listening to you, I realize I was wrong. Please spare me.”

Seeing Liam hesitate, Steel added,

“Earl, Duke Blake’s name will never come from my lips.”

Recognizing what Steel truly desired, Earl Liam spoke in a serious tone.

“Viscount Steel, it’s good that you understand. Let me show you an easy way.”

“What is this easy way?”

“Just say that the incense and smuggling were solely the porters’ actions. If someone like Reff or Shilder points you out, deny it and ask where the evidence is.”

“But if His Highness already has all the evidence, won’t my excuses be futile?”

“That’s precisely where His Highness made a crucial mistake.”

“Mistake?”

“Not using the palace guards for such an important investigation. Whatever group the Third Prince used, what if you deny it? Can such unclear evidence hold credibility?”

“But wouldn’t the Emperor trust the Third Prince’s word?”

“Perhaps. But if a few nobles question its credibility, the Emperor might find it politically burdensome to make an immediate decision.”

Viscount Steel’s mind began to clear at Liam’s words, delivered with a glint in his eye.

“If we handle this well, I might not be punished.”

“If the Third Prince reveals his hidden cards to catch you, Duke Blake will be pleased. He’ll find out who’s aiding the Third Prince. Then the Duke might grant you salvation, right?”

“Thank you. Thank you.”

Watching Steel bow repeatedly, Earl Liam thought,

‘Looks like I’ve successfully persuaded him.’

“Don’t worry too much. I’ll also speak to Duke Blake about this. We might gain more from this incident.”

Seeing the Earl, whom he had disregarded, now willing to help, Steel was nearly moved to tears.

“Earl, I will never forget this favor.”

After Steel left, Earl Liam began writing a letter to Duke Blake, suggesting that they might deal with multiple corpses, not just one, this time…

***

When Ian entered the abruptly convened internal affairs meeting, the nobles present started murmuring.

Rumors had already spread throughout the Empire about Ian’s upheaval involving the incense from the Rose Inn.

Some nobles who frequently used the incense glared at Ian aggressively.

“His Majesty the Emperor enters.”

The buzzing meeting room fell silent as the Emperor entered. Looking around, the Emperor addressed Ian.

“Ian, report in detail about the incident with the inner city guard.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

As Ian stepped forward, Duke Blake, Earl Liam, and Viscount Steel all focused on his words. Steel, in particular, watched nervously, fearing Ian might mention his name.

“Two days ago, I visited the inner city guard to test the ‘Detector’. There, I discovered incense and contraband that induce confusion in the user.”

“Incense and contraband, what happened to those who brought the goods?”

“I’ve detained them in a hidden location to prevent any attacks by related groups.”

Before Ian could finish, Earl Liam interjected. If the Third Prince named Steel, they would be in trouble. It was crucial to first cast doubt on the credibility of the Third Prince’s actions in the Emperor’s eyes.

“Why did you not use the palace guards for such a serious matter like smuggling?”

“I thought it would be troublesome if someone else ended up dead.”

Earl Liam was momentarily at a loss for words at Ian’s mocking tone.

“Wh-what do you mean by that………”

“Your Majesty, given the seriousness of smuggling, I believe it should be investigated by the royal guards or the knights. Could you not assign it to me?”

Ian admired Duke Blake’s brazenness for volunteering despite Ian’s attack. Watching them try to erase the scent of incense, Ian thought it was no wonder they had survived in politics for so long.

Meanwhile, Steel felt completely at ease as Duke Blake stood up for him. Even if the Third Prince mentioned his name, he had Duke Blake as his shield.

The Emperor asked Ian about Blake’s request to take over the investigation.

“Since the Third Prince captured the scene, let’s also hear Ian’s opinion.”

“That would be fine.”

Duke Blake raised his eyebrows at Ian’s prompt agreement. Although the Duke felt uneasy, he thought resolving the matter like this wouldn’t be too bad.

‘Who is aiding the Third Prince? If it were a noble within the royal palace, they would be noticeable. I should investigate.’

He needed to find out who was helping the Third Prince.

When Ian agreed to Duke Blake investigating the incident, Earl Liam glanced at Viscount Steel and nodded.

“With Duke Blake taking charge of the investigation, let’s move to the next item on the agenda.”

The Chancellor next to the Emperor concluded the discussion on incense and smuggling, allowing Blake to focus on the next topic.

As the agenda on incense concluded without mentioning his name, Viscount Steel met Duke Blake’s eyes and bowed in gratitude.

“Third Prince, as the tax inspector, please report to His Majesty on the findings regarding the Taxation Bureau.”

The Chancellor’s signal indicated it was time for the main issue. Ian smiled as he began.

“As the tax inspector, I will report on my investigation into the Taxation Bureau.”

At the sudden mention of the Taxation Bureau, Viscount Steel, who had just relaxed, became visibly agitated.

Fixing the back door of the cow barn, only to have the front door collapse.

Earl Liam, too, looked bewilderedly between Viscount Steel and Ian.

“About the Empire’s tax revenue…”

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Round 86

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Hiss–!

In the laboratory, where experiments were in full swing, the group that had come down from the meeting room looked around casually.

“You’re free to look around here as the more detailed processes are being carried out in the inner part, away from the public eye,” said Guild Leader Han Seok-jun.

Director Choi thought of the strawberry he had just seen. He had initially thought Kyu-seong’s remark was a joke, but here they were actually researching potion-making using strawberries.

“Just to confirm… these aren’t ordinary strawberries, are they?”

“That’s correct.”

“Is this related to the recent rumors about buff-type foods?”

Director Choi felt embarrassed for asking such a question. In fact, Ara Hongryeon wasn’t obligated to answer, and it might even be considered rude.

Reading Director Choi’s expression, Han Seok-jun smiled. “That’s correct as well.”

“I see.”

The puzzle pieces were gradually coming together. Initially, potion-making was important, but the raw materials were crucial, accounting for almost ninety percent of the process. It was clear that Ara Hongryeon had either found a place to procure these buff-type foods in large quantities or had found an awakened one.

‘Lee Kyu-seong.’

And most likely, the person was none other than Lee Kyu-seong standing next to him. Just then, Director Choi felt someone tugging at his pants.

“Would you like to try it?”

Before he knew it, Ara was offering him a strawberry. Director Choi nodded reflexively and accepted the strawberry.

“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”

“Sure!”

But was it okay to eat it just like that? Since arriving here, he had been overly cautious, making him feel strange. Seeing the people’s expectant gazes, Director Choi examined the strawberry before putting it in his mouth…

[Magical Strawberry LV.1]

[A crop imbued with magic]

[Harmless to humans]

[Upon consumption, grants a minor wound recovery effect]

[Upon consumption, grants a minor fever-reducing effect]

“!!”

Item display! Seeing the reality of the buff-type item he had only heard rumors about, he instinctively paused. Reading the description, he understood why they made potions from strawberries.

‘This would be effective even for non-awakened civilians.’

He had to verify the effect himself. Director Choi closely examined the strawberry and took a bite. Suddenly, there was a strange sigh from the surroundings.

“Aah…”

“That’s not how you eat it…”

“…”

Why were they reacting like that? Was there a special way to consume it? While pondering, the strawberry’s fragrance filled his mouth. The moment he bit down firmly,

[Bang!]

“Hm?!”

A popping sound like fireworks went off. Looking around in surprise, Director Choi soon realized that the noise was an illusion. Actually, he wasn’t looking around; it was a phenomenon created by his own perception.

‘This taste is…’

Director Choi was a workaholic.

For him, surfing was his only hobby, but he couldn’t even enjoy that because of work.

Unlike other awakened ones, he didn’t have a particular obsession with gourmet food.

However, the emotion he was feeling now…

Drip-

“Uh, Director Choi?”

“Ha ha ha! Seeing Director Choi shed tears! What a rare sight!”

A deep sense of emotion washed over him like a tidal wave.

He felt a happiness he had forgotten in his busy life.

A sweet taste, both refreshing and gently enveloping.

Even though Director Choi didn’t usually like sweet things, he felt like he could eat dozens, no, hundreds of these strawberries without getting tired of them.

“Oh!”

The strawberry vanished in an instant.

However, its aroma lingered in his throat, asserting its presence as if to prove it wasn’t a dream.

“Are you okay? There are more here.”

Ara approached, holding strawberries in both hands and tilting her head in curiosity.

She looked concerned as she gazed at Director Choi, who was wiping his tears, trying to comfort him.

“Ah, ah…”

Realizing his embarrassing display, Director Choi discreetly wiped his tears and smiled at Ara.

“Thank you.”

“Yes! Eat a lot! Eating something delicious makes sadness disappear!”

Cheerfully shouting, Ara handed over the strawberries and then ran to Kyu-seong, clinging to him.

“I want to eat too! Delicious things should be shared!”

“Haha. Yes, let’s eat together.”

“Oh, Ara! You’re the best! Hahaha!”

Kang Hanul, who had unexpectedly found himself with a treat, came running with a beaming smile.

Han Seok-jun and Jeong So-yeon also subtly joined in, waiting for Kyu-seong to share the food.

“…”

Director Choi quietly watched the scene, holding the strawberry in his hand.

An inexplicable tickle stirred in his heart.

* * *

“I look forward to working with you.”

“Yes, thank you.”

The meeting with Director Choi from the Terror Guild ended successfully.

We reached a small agreement that, once my potion mass production succeeded, they would supply potions in exchange for an appropriate payment and future cooperation in dungeon subjugation.

We had already received a positive response from the Terror Guild Leader.

“Thanks to you, we’ve formed an alliance with the Terror Guild. Awakened Lee Kyu-seong, you are truly a treasure to our guild.”

“Guild Leader, you mentioned not hiding this information, but you were planning a bigger picture.”

“Kyu-seong’s abilities are outstanding and impossible to conceal. During the contract period, we should benefit as much as possible.”

It felt strange when Han Seok-jun mentioned benefiting.

Considering how much he had already given, it was like being told to buy a cheap bread with a lot of money and keep the change.

‘It’s a win-win situation, but honestly, I’m the one benefiting more.’

Anyway, this deal was mutually beneficial.

According to Director Choi, the Terror Guild would also fund the mass production of strawberry potions, and they would pay generously, so money wouldn’t be a concern anymore.

Although we still needed to see how the mass production would go, if each potion could be sold for 3 million won…

‘That’s 30 million won a day! Of course, a certain percentage would go to the guild!’

Moreover, the cost was almost zero.

All I had to do was plant the seeds, and the slimes did all the growing, so there were no labor costs.

I was jokingly thinking about becoming wealthy when Jeong So-yeon approached me.

“Kyu-seong.”

“Yes! What is it?”

“Mr. Baek Tae-seop contacted our guild recently.”

“Oh! You mean the story about his son, Awakened Baek Seung-hyun, almost fully recovering!”

“Yes. Thanks to you, the Iron Blood representative asks about you almost daily.”

I heard about this as soon as I arrived at the guild today.

Since I rarely went out, I got the news late, but it was really great.

“I should visit him.”

“Right now?”

“Since Mr. Baek is also very busy, it might be better to set a specific date.”

“If Kyu-seong asks to meet, he’ll probably drop everything and come running.”

“Haha, I’d feel too guilty about that.”

“And also…”

Jeong So-yeon hesitated, looking slightly apologetic.

I waited, wondering why, and she finally spoke up.

“You know our orphanage, right?”

“Of course. I haven’t been able to contact them since my last visit.”

“We’re holding a small event at the orphanage this year-end. If it’s okay with you, could you come with Ara? You don’t have to come if you’re too busy.”

“Oh! Can I see Hongjun?”

Ara, who had been clinging to my side, exclaimed with sparkling eyes.

I hadn’t thought about it because I was so busy lately, but the children at Dasom Orphanage must have been Ara’s first human friends.

Suddenly, I felt guilty for being so indifferent.

“I’ll go. When exactly is it?”

“December 23rd, a Saturday.”

“Got it. It’s less than a month away.”

“Sorry for asking on such short notice.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way…”

While speaking, I suddenly thought I should visit since I was already out. Luckily, my bag was filled with various crops and Bokkeum.

‘Would it be rude to drop by unannounced?’

As I furrowed my brows in thought, Jeong So-yeon smiled brightly and said,

“That’s great. Everyone will be happy. I was just about to visit the orphanage, so I’ll give them this news right away.”

“Oh, So-yeon.”

“Yes?”

“Can I come with you?”

“To the orphanage?”

“Yes. Since I’m out, I’d like to say hello, and it’s been a while since Ara has seen her friends…”

“Of course! We’d be delighted!”

Jeong So-yeon shouted, genuinely happy, bouncing with excitement.

She usually seemed so mature, but sometimes she showed glimpses of her age.

Come to think of it, was she the same age as Seon-ah? No, a year older?

She suddenly seemed even younger. Yet, she was the Team Leader of Ara Hongryeon’s Team 1…

“Ahem!”

At that moment, Hanul, who had stayed behind unlike Han Seok-jun, coughed lightly, making his presence known.

“Can I come too?”

“What? Team Leader 2? Why all of a sudden?”

Jeong So-yeon asked with genuine curiosity, her expression innocent.

“I’m a supporter of the orphanage too! It’s not that strange!”

“Well, it’s just that you suddenly want to come along. Do you like Kyu-seong that much?”

Jeong So-yeon suddenly smiled slyly, as if she had an idea.

“Are you aiming for some benefits?”

“Wh-what nonsense!”

Now it was clear that he had his eyes on the crops I had. Anyone would think I was starving him.

‘Besides my family, the person who receives the most crops is…’

He probably had more than enough to eat alone, but seeing him always struggling, it seemed he wasn’t eating alone?

“Let’s go together.”

“Haha! As expected, Kyu-seong! You’re the best! Team Leader 1, you should learn from him!”

“Yes, yes. Please drive, Team Leader 2.”

“Oh! We’re going!”

It was an unexpected schedule, but I wasn’t too busy, so it was fine. If I really looked for things to do, there were plenty, but most of the tasks were handled by the slimes, so it didn’t matter.

When we arrived at the orphanage in Hanul’s car, everyone welcomed us warmly despite the sudden visit.

“It’s been a while.”

“Haha. I’m sorry. I should have kept in touch more often. How have you been?”

As I greeted the director cheerfully, Ara was running around, laughing and chatting excitedly with the children she hadn’t seen in a while.

“You’re coming to the event too?”

“Yes. Is that okay?”

“Of course! We’d be delighted to have you, Kyu-seong.”

As we chatted, I was about to open my bag when Ara suddenly came running up.

“Kyu-seong, Kyu-seong!”

“Hm? What is it?”

“I want to do that too!”

Turning my head, I saw the children gathered and doing something. Dancing? Rhythmic movements?

“Oh, they’re practicing a dance to show at the event. They’re also preparing a choir performance. Some kids don’t like it, but we’re gently encouraging them.”

“Is that part of the event too?”

“It might sound a bit crude, but we need to appeal to our sponsors. We try to showcase the kids’ cuteness as much as possible. Ultimately, we need donations to take care of our kids, don’t we? Government subsidies aren’t enough.”

Nodding unconsciously at the director’s frank words, I realized it was a reasonable concern given the number of children, which seemed to exceed a hundred.

“Thanks to So-yeon, we have more sponsors now, so we can take care of many children. We currently have over 300 kids.”

“300 kids?”

“Exactly 324. Quite a lot, right?”

It was indeed a lot.

It made sense why there were so many teachers. The numbers explained it.

Ara, who had come to my side, ran off again to watch the dancing children. Feeling a bit sorry for her, I hesitantly asked the director,

“I’m thinking of bringing Ara to participate in the event. Do you think she could join the dance?”

“Ara? Of course!”

The director’s enthusiastic response caught me off guard. Is that really okay?

“A cute child like Ara would be perfect! Let her practice right away!”

“Uh, okay…”

The director’s eagerness made me slightly worried.

Ara, you’re confident in your dancing, right?

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Minister Bolson, having received the king’s command, led the talented individuals to the banks of the Malsoon River.

“This river is located right behind the capital. It’s a headache for the Kingdom of Goyard, occupying 20% of the land in an already small nation. Is there anyone who has a plan to make business use of this river?”

For over a century, the river had been an untapped resource, with ancestors failing repeatedly to use it to replenish the national treasury.

Desperate to catch Bolson’s eye, the talents offered their suggestions.

“Fill in the river and build many houses to sell to the people, thus replenishing the treasury.”

“Or, how about filling the river and turning it into a swordsmanship arena? It could be used by the entire continent.”

“We could use the river to…”

Bolson clicked his tongue at their suggestions.

The same solutions were always proposed for this unsolved problem of over 100 years.

“If we fill in the entire river, we’ll be dead.”

“……”

It was a fact.

“And the cost to fill the river would use up 50% of our kingdom’s treasury.”

There was no benefit at all.

Bolson had no expectations. He had only asked out of a small hope that someone might find a way.

As the minister in charge of managing the treasury, he had the duty to replenish it.

‘Is there really no way…?’

This wide, useless river, taking up a significant portion of the country’s land.

At that moment.

“We just need to think about how to use it.”

A voice emerged from among the talents.

Bolson raised an eyebrow.

It was Bark from the Ballas territory, suggesting not to fill it, but to use it.

This aligned with Bolson’s thinking.

“How do you propose to use it?”

He gestured for Bark to step forward.

Bark, a legend in the real estate industry who had turned 10 million won into 9 billion in assets, spoke.

“We can build houses here.”

The surroundings became noisy.

“Building houses in a place swarming with bugs, hot in summer, and cold in winter? Madness.”

“He looks like a knight. What does he know?”

“Haha, where did this guy even come from?”

However, Bolson was intrigued.

‘Build houses?’

He raised his hand to silence them and spoke.

“Explain in more detail.”

“If we build houses in this place infested with bugs, hot in summer and cold in winter, we can offer the richest nobles what they desire the most.”

What nobles desire?

“A beautiful view and the envy of other nobles. If we make large windows, it would seem as if the house embraces the river. If we create paths along the river, it would become a promenade for nobles to run alongside the river.”

Bolson imagined it.

Noble houses spread out in front of the river!

“There’s a saying in my world.”

He listened intently, almost mesmerized.

“The Han River view is everything.”

“……!”

Bolson’s mind raced with business potential.

“If we build ten houses as a test, they would sell quickly. Then, the land prices around them would skyrocket, and other nobles would want to build their houses there. You can charge them ten times the value. As more houses are built, foreign dignitaries would also become interested and want to buy. You could then sell to them at twenty times the price under the guise of external buyers.”

Twenty times?

It was feasible.

After all, all land along this river was royal property.

Bolson could already hear the treasury filling.

Ignoring the other talents, he engaged Bark in conversation.

“There are many old houses in the capital. Is there a way to utilize them?”

“Simple. Announce plans to demolish and rebuild them into new houses for nobles.”

“Wouldn’t that cause significant backlash from the people?”

“No, the nobles, eager for splendid and large new homes, would buy the properties at high prices from the poor original owners. This benefits the people, pleases the nobles, and the taxes we collect make it a win-win-win situation.”

“What about this… and that…”

“That can be solved like this… and that like that…”

“Excellent, very excellent!”

Bark received a notification.

[You have significantly contributed to the kingdom’s development project.]

[You gain 42% contribution points.]

Bark felt a sense of pride.

‘Finally, I’m making my mark for the guild.’

The Ballas territory lacked military strength.

Raising his contribution to the royal family through this quest could grant him military aid, a significant boon.

However, Bolson’s test was not over.

He addressed the gathered talents again.

This was not only to strengthen the nation’s power but also to test the talents from across the country. 

“I believe that an excellent minister or merchant should be able to raise a significant amount of money within an hour when needed.” 

In other words, how much money one can raise in times of need is the key. 

It shows how resourceful and capable one is in matters related to money.

Talents sent carrier pigeons.

The designated time was one hour.

At that moment, a man logged out.

It was Lisel.

Lisel, the youngest son of a chaebol family, made a phone call.

“It’s me. I need some gold, ah, I’m not going to use it, just need to deposit and withdraw it for a moment.”

Then he logged back in.

And the gold, when in large quantities, could be converted into a check.

Lisel handed the check to Bolson.

“I’ve secured the funds.”

Bolson was astonished.

“One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million…?! Eeeek!”

He carefully thought to himself,

‘I need to stay on good terms with this guy.’

The power of the youngest son of a rich family!

Lisel received another notification.

[You have greatly impressed Prime Minister Bolson.]

[You have gained 27% contribution.]

Meanwhile,

At the Royal Knight Training Ground.

Various knight orders were in training.

Philip spoke.

“Our kingdom has established various swordsmanship, spear techniques, archery, and martial arts. These are the best and most efficient. We are open to adopting anything superior.”

Many warriors from all over the country use techniques passed down in their families.

If there is something excellent among them, it will be applied to soldiers and knights, making them stronger and enhancing the nation’s power.

‘What’s this?’

‘Why is this…’

The talents were puzzled.

Philip put bracelets on them.

“These are magic control bracelets. The moment you wear them, everyone’s strength becomes equal.”

They understood that.

What they couldn’t understand was why dozens of knights with wooden swords surrounded them.

“The knights who will assess your skills are also wearing the magic control bracelets. I want to see your pure swordsmanship, so please understand.”

Understand? 

At that moment, the top knights of Goyard, the country of swords, rushed at them with wooden swords.

“Attack!”

The talents were proud.

They thought they were the best.

They intended to dominate from the start.

“Ugh!”

“S-save me, n-not there…! Ugh!”

“Oh no, I’m dying!”

Philip watched the scene with his hands behind his back.

But then,

Whack, whack, crash, snap, bang-

Slice

“……?”

Philip looked puzzled.

A man was knocking down all the knights with just a wooden sword.

The moment he wore the magic control bracelet, everyone’s strength became equal.

In other words, it was pure skill.

Moreover, his swordsmanship was exceptional and remarkable.

He was Han-ul, a kendo gold medalist.

“?”

Philip was bewildered, seeing the knights lying defeated.

Han-ul spoke.

“By clashing swords, I realized the deficiencies in the knights’ swordsmanship. If we revise the manual, it will greatly benefit the soldiers and knights.”

Han-ul then took the swordsmanship manual and revised it in front of Philip.

“Swing like this, and the angle of the wrist should be…”

Philip was impressed.

He was complementing all the shortcomings of the swordsmanship and adding new advantages.

Han-ul also received a notification.

[You have greatly contributed to the fundamentals of Goyard Kingdom’s swordsmanship.]

[You have gained 28% contribution.]

The enhancement of the nation’s power also involves the strengthening of soldiers and knights!

And at the archery testing ground.

Thwack!

“…!?”

Thwack!

“…!!!?”

Thwack!

“…!!!!!???”

The knights couldn’t hide their admiration.

An arrow shot by a woman named Hye-ji hit the bullseye.

Amazingly, the second arrow burrowed into the first.

Even more astonishing, the third arrow pierced through the overlapping arrows.

Someone swallowed dryly.

‘It’s the return of a divine archer.’

In the silence of the knights, Hye-ji spoke.

“Seeing the knights draw their bows, it seems posture correction is needed. If anyone would like to receive posture correction from me…”

“Start with me!”

“No, me first!”

“I came first!”

“Aren’t you a better archer than me?!”

The knights surrounding Hye-ji looked ready to fight each other.

“What are you doing!”

Philip, who witnessed this, glared.

Philip was known as the coldest person in the Goyard Kingdom.

Philip, who had been glaring at them, spoke.

“Start with me.”

“???”

Everyone wanted to become stronger, and Philip was no different.

[You have greatly contributed to the fundamentals of archery in the Goyard Kingdom.]

[You have gained 27% contribution.]

Elsewhere, those interested in martial arts flocked to someone who had knocked down five knights with a single kick.

It was Tae-hoon, a taekwondo gold medalist.

“Put power into your back foot…”

Scratch, scratch-

Nod, nod

The knights were taking notes to avoid forgetting.

[You have greatly contributed to the fundamentals of martial arts in the Goyard Kingdom.]

[You have gained 19% contribution.]

In another place,

“???”

Bella was bewildered by the scenes unfolding throughout the capital.

“Would you like to have a meal with me?”

“I’ve already had lunch.”

“It’s not even lunchtime yet…? Then how about a cup of tea?”

“I’m allergic to caffeine.”

“Is there such an allergy…? Then how about a ride in the carriage together…”

“I’m allergic to carriages.”

“???”

Lisel’s interaction with the minister, who wanted to get close to the rich.

“Bark, where have you been? We need to discuss that real estate thing…”

Minister Bolson ran towards Bark.

He was not the type of person to do such things.

‘But if it can develop the kingdom, he is a man who will do anything.’

That’s why Bolson held his position.

Bella found it remarkable.

As she toured the training ground, she realized the areas where they were lacking.

Archery, swordsmanship, martial arts.

Knights formed groups around the three individuals, seeking instruction.

‘So they were protecting Lord Hyun-soo…’

Bella found her second sun’s power truly amazing.

At that moment, a woman approached.

It was Nel, the minister of the Ballas territory.

Bella nodded in acknowledgment.

“Our kingdom is also putting all its efforts into the capital development project. However, perhaps because it is only known as the country of swords, few people come to the capital except for swordsmen.”

In other words, not many people visited the capital.

When many foreigners and NPCs visit the capital, the kingdom collects taxes from them.

On everything they wear, eat, and drink.

All of these are taxed.

But it wasn’t easy.

The capital of the Goyard Kingdom lacked the attractiveness that other kingdoms had.

Nel, who was thinking, said,

“Build a large and magnificent teahouse in the capital.”

“A teahouse? There are already more than enough teahouses, and every year they run at a loss, not helping the capital project at all.”

Nobles can enjoy good tea at home, so they do not bother to visit the capital’s teahouses.

Foreigners were even more reluctant.

Why would they visit a teahouse in this world?

However, soon Nel said,

“Have His Majesty and Sir Bella visit that teahouse every morning to drink tea.”

“…What?”

“A teahouse that His Majesty and Sir Bella visit daily will attract nobles from all over the continent, and outsiders who love to take show-off shots will flock in. Additionally, charge ten times the usual price for the tea.”

“T-ten times… is that possible?”

Bella couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Nel smiled slightly and said,

“His Majesty and Sir Bella just need to say one thing.”

“What…?”

“After drinking tea at that teahouse, say that your swordsmanship has improved and your health has gotten better. Then people will pay ten times the price to drink it. Additionally…”

Nel looked at the capital’s scenery and smiled.

“The cost of tea is 150 silver. The base price of tea is 4,000 silver. Ten times that would leave more than a 250-fold profit margin.”

Bella was bewildered.

‘Isn’t this a scam?’

Nel, looking at the scenery and smiling, said,

“This is how you do business.”

And so, Bella, together with Bolson, opened the largest teahouse in the kingdom.

A month later, the revenue of that teahouse was higher than the combined sales of all teahouses across the Goyard Kingdom.

Moreover, visitors to the capital of the Goyard Kingdom increased 54 times more than usual.

[As you sow, so shall you reap.]

Where there are geniuses, there are other geniuses as well.

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Act 135

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[The characteristic, <Amnesia> penalty has disappeared.]

[Learning skills has become easier.]

After the battle with the demons ended, and as I took a glance around the surroundings, a system window popped up.

As soon as the trait ‘Amnesia’ was removed, my body felt slightly lighter?

And I felt a bit indifferent about the things that had happened around me.

“By the way, how is Hayden Reich doing?”

Even before I mentioned that ‘the one-armed demon is in the Blizzard Forest,’ Jahat’s tone, which used to be terrifying, had softened considerably.

It should have been like this from the beginning. No need for unnecessary tension.

Although there were already many rumors about the Sword Saint in the capital, it seemed he hadn’t properly heard them since he was on the run.

“Well, he’s… doing fine.”

He is doing fine.

Well… if living well without dying and eating well is considered doing fine, then yes.

He’s doing so well that he abandoned his duties, defected to the Holy Nation, and even implanted demonic energy in his body out of boredom.

Wow! He’s doing great.

“Really? For someone who once claimed he would challenge him, he seems quite indifferent now.”

Seeing Jahat chuckling, I thought, ‘That could be true.’

Having observed Julian and Hayden Reich for quite a long time, one might feel that way.

The guy who once claimed he would kill the Sword Saint no matter what, and stayed in the capital till the end, suddenly reappeared in the North.

And he seemed indifferent about the Sword Saint’s well-being too.

“You’ve changed a lot.”

As I was sorting out my thoughts for a moment, Jahat’s calm voice interrupted.

“Changed? What do you mean?”

“I mean you’ve lost your obsession.”

Obsession?

“We weren’t particularly close, but the you I saw on the northern front was always smiling, yet seemed to be chased by something.”

Jahat continued with a mix of impressions about me, or perhaps about Julian.

“So, Hayden always worried about you. Wondering if he had made you dream pointless dreams.”

“Have you talked with Master?”

“Though it was a long time ago, yes, we met occasionally.”

Jahat added that it was quite some time ago.

“Perhaps, that’s why he defected to the Holy Nation. Because you no longer seemed in danger.”

I clicked my tongue inwardly at his continuing words.

This man, in fact, knew about the Sword Saint’s whereabouts but pretended not to know.

It was annoying, but I kind of understood why he did it.

Because Julian is a crazy guy who would foam at the mouth at the mere mention of the Sword Saint.

“Then, what about now?”

I asked with a bit of curiosity.

Now, I’m just ‘acting’ as Julian, not really behaving like him.

So, I’m curious about how Jahat, who has known Julian for a long time, perceives the current ‘me.’

Definitely, more normal than before…

“Now? Hahahaha!”

Why is he laughing?

“Why ask that all of a sudden? The laughing executioner.”

Damn it.

That wasn’t the answer I wanted.

***

Julian Crypart Frason.

He certainly has changed.

The anxiety that used to emanate from him was completely gone, and he seemed to have grown more as a person.

That’s the feeling Jahat got.

“Has he matured?”

No, that’s not it.

‘Somehow… he seems more composed.’

Jahat felt an inexplicable sense of ‘composure’ from Julian, whom he had recently spoken with at the Grand Arena.

No, it wasn’t something that could be described with such a common word.

A bit more…

Like someone who has ‘attained enlightenment’ or ‘transcended.’

He felt as if he was facing a person at a higher level.

‘He even knew what I was searching for.’

With his other senses sharpened to compensate for his invisible eyes, Jahat scanned the ‘mana veins’ flowing through Julian’s body.

‘Impressive.’

Although an enormous amount of mana, comparable to that of a wizard, flowed through his body, that wasn’t the important part.

Jahat already knew Julian was born with such mana veins.

‘He is utilizing various mana techniques in combination.’

From ordinary, popular methods to peculiar ones he might not even be aware of.

Therefore, despite the massive amount of mana he possessed, his vessel didn’t seem full.

“He’s even mimicking my technique.”

The method of dispersing aura around to detect the positions of objects or living beings.

That monster is doing it instinctively without being taught.

‘Then, it’s understandable he feels at ease.’

With Julian’s talent, he would eventually surpass the ‘Sword Saint’ anyway.

‘And moreover… unlike before, when he tried to overpower with strength, he now seems to think more shrewdly.’

He was not sure how he’s so certain about the location of the ‘one-armed demon,’ but judging by his actions so far, he doesn’t seem to be lying.

However, what remains puzzling is why he’s providing information to someone like him with no connection.

If it were in the past, he would’ve thought, ‘It must be because it benefits him.’

Now…? He didn’t know.

Though he disliked being played in his hands, Jahat still has a duty to kill that demon.

It’s his fault that his son ended up like that.

“Heh…”

Reflecting on the cause of this situation, Jahat couldn’t help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

“A moment ago, when you released aura through your sword, was it an adaptation of my technique?”

It was unnecessary to point it out, but Jahat felt curious suddenly.

The ability he used during the battle with the demon clearly referenced his own aura technique.

“Is that so? I only referenced it, but it didn’t help much.”

What are you talking about? It was almost an exact copy.

Jahat wanted to say that, but decided against engaging in needless wordplay.

“However, it’s not fully complete yet. Combining it with your specialty, the ‘Moonlight Sword,’ is clever, but it seems challenging to fully control the dispersing aura.”

“It’s my first time trying it today. Is that so? It seems quite useful.”

“Of course. I’ve honed this ability for years!”

Are you saying you tried to imitate it just by watching a few times?

He wanted to shout that, but seeing Julian had already half-completed it in his own way, he felt it would be unnecessary.

However, this must be said.

“The key to aura release is the ‘axis.'”

“The axis…?”

It was essentially sharing the realization he had accumulated over the years.

He felt it was a waste to even say this, but somehow, he didn’t want to owe him anything.

The location of the one-armed demon.

Whether it’s certain or not, since it was said without any exchange, he had no choice but to believe it.

Moreover, he’s someone who, although he may weave dark schemes, does not tell lies.

So, he should clear this debt.

“It’s about the pillar. The pillar. Not just covering the surface with other aura to prevent it from dispersing, but establishing a ‘pillar’ to support it so it doesn’t collapse.”

For a moment, as if Julian realized something from the advice, he looked at the Moonlight Sword at his waist.

After a brief pause,

“Is it alright to so easily share such trade secrets?”

“It’s a business that’s closing soon anyway, so what’s there to regret? Heh.”

Jahat laughed weakly.

“Well then, I’ll be off. I hope I find something in the Blizzard Forest as you mentioned.”

***

Jahat moved northward.

Watching his back, I shifted my gaze back to the sword.

‘Establishing a pillar within the aura.’

Indeed, with that method, the amount of dispersing aura could be minimized.

With that thought, I reached for the Moonlight Sword and drew it.

Then, adding Jahat’s advice to the ‘sword energy’ I used before,

‘Create a pillar.’

To ensure it doesn’t collapse.

After forming aura on the Moonlight Sword, I released it toward a nearby tree.

Whoosh, crack─!

Then, the ‘sword energy,’ which would have ended with just a small scratch before, dug halfway into the tree as if tearing it apart.

‘The trace is like that of a saw.’

As Jahat said, by establishing a ‘pillar’ within the sword energy, the sword energy manifested the characteristics of the ‘Moonlight Sword’ even more.

[A new characteristic, <Moonlight Sword Aura>, has been awakened.]

What? Did it come out this easily?

Is it perhaps because the ‘Amnesia’ penalty disappeared?

‘It surely is a trade secret.’

Putting the Moonlight Sword back into its sheath, I looked around.

Although the sight of the demon corpses lined up made me frown, I decided not to mind since I would soon be leaving this place.

***

“Hmm.”

Letting out a short groan, I realized that Joshua was not around Felkor.

Did he die? No way… he’s a named character after all.

“Where is Joshua?”

“He’s over there, Sir Julian.”

Looking in the direction Felkor pointed, I saw Joshua groaning and cutting off the horn of the dead one-horned demon.

“Joshua, what are you doing now…”

Startle.

Joshua, who was cutting the horn, stood up nonchalantly with an awkward smile.

“Ha ha… Ah, ah. It’s. Nothing. At. All.”

You know that makes it even weirder, right?

***

After Julian left, Pintel, who remained in the capital to proceed with his work, recalled the conversation he had with him earlier.

“Sir Julian, what should we do if someone from within starts leaking information outside?”

Although the Dawn Society is an underground secret organization, a lot of information warfare occurs within it.

Pintel dared to predict that there would surely be such a mole even among those who wished for the replacement of the Grand Archbishop.

“Hmm, you’re talking about double agents.”

“Yes, exactly.”

Although the ’cause’ hadn’t been fully spread to everyone yet, there was still some room for maneuver. However, it’s never good for information to leak, just in case.

“So, the fact that you’re speaking so directly means there are some suspects?”

“…There are currently about four suspects.”

“That’s quite a number. Four, you say.”

When Julian let out a short laugh, Pintel swallowed dryly.

He knew well that seeking advice in this manner was almost like admitting he was incompetent.

However, he was at a loss about how to handle this situation.

He feared what kind of disaster might result from making a hasty move.

Unable to bear it, Pintel consulted Julian before he left the capital.

“Oh, there is such a method.”

At that moment, Julian clapped his hands, as if an ingenious plan had come to mind, and began to speak.

The content was…

***

“Pintel, is it true that Sir Julian has left the capital?”

Reflecting on his conversation with Julian, Pintel took a sip from his teacup as he looked at the urgent Bishop Gennin who had come to see him.

“Yes.”

“What’s the reason for heading north for personal reasons in such a situation? How important could it be…”

Seeing his own reflection in the teacup, Pintel let out a short laugh at Gennin’s urgent question.

“Heh, heh heh…”

“Hmm?” 

As Gennin questioned him, Pintel put down his teacup and stopped laughing.

“No, Sir Julian is truly remarkable. Using even a brief personal absence from the capital as bait.”

Gennin felt puzzled by Pintel’s attitude but couldn’t say anything.

Pintel’s eyes were fierce as if he might kill him.

His eyes flashing momentarily, Pintel fell into quiet contemplation.

‘I’ve found the mole.’

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Ian broke the silence in the parlor, which had grown cold with the chancellor’s anger.

“Chancellor, before I delve into the details of the incense and embezzlement, I have a request.”

“What is it?”

“Please entrust me with the task of reforming the Tax Bureau’s system.”

Despite Ian’s sudden shift to the topic of tax system reform, the chancellor did not seem flustered. Rather, he sensed a connection between the embezzlement and Ian’s proposed reform of the Tax Bureau’s system.

“Hmm, could you explain a bit more about what you mean by reforming the Tax Bureau’s system?”

“When people work, mistakes are bound to happen. However, there are places where such mistakes should never occur. One of those is the taxation process.”

The chancellor nodded slightly in agreement.

“In principle, I agree with Your Highness. However, the scope of tax work is too broad, and there are too many stakeholders involved, making it difficult to completely eliminate mistakes.”

“What if there is a way to completely eliminate those mistakes?”

Hearing Ian’s confident voice, the chancellor looked at him with anticipation. The ‘Detector,’ which Ian had been developing, had already shown the potential to greatly improve administrative efficiency.

‘Could he be planning something else related to the tax system?’

The chancellor was eager to see what Ian would unveil this time.

“The ‘Detector’ seems difficult to apply to the tax system. Please, don’t keep this old man in suspense. What is it?”

“Instead of explaining a hundred times, it’s better to show you once.”

Ian took out a ‘scanner,’ a ‘pad,’ and a ‘tax ledger’ from his pocket in sequence.

“These two are new to me. Are they the tools for reforming the tax system?”

“Let me show you.”

Ian inserted the tax ledger into the scanner and pressed the [Scan] button. The tax ledger was sucked into the scanner and then ejected.

Ian showed the updated data on the pad to the chancellor.

“Can you make sense of these numbers on the screen?”

“Hmm, these numbers…”

The chancellor quickly compared the tax ledger he had just read with the numbers displayed on the pad.

“Could it be that the numbers from the tax ledger are being recorded by this machine?”

“Yes, the ‘pad’ collects and displays the data scanned by the scanner.”

With a generous smile, Ian placed a stack of tax ledgers on the scanner and pressed the button.

The chancellor, observing Ian’s scanner and pad, thought that if these machines were properly implemented, the administrative staff at the Tax Bureau could be reassigned to other duties.

Considering the areas that had been neglected due to a lack of administrative personnel, the chancellor looked at Ian with a slightly flushed face.

“Did Your Highness devise these machines?”

“I haven’t heard of anyone else in the empire making such machines, so it must have been me.”

“Haha, this old Artaeus is once again greatly surprised. These machines planned by Your Highness will lead to tremendous growth for the empire. To plan these machines, you must have had a deep understanding of tax ledgers. Did you study that as well?”

The chancellor had heard that Ian barely slept and studied constantly, but he had not expected it to be to this extent.

“For the sake of the empire, I had to sacrifice some sleep. And once I studied it, I found it rather simple. The most important aspects of taxation are the total tax revenue, the allocated budget, the expenditures by budget category, and the remaining amount.”

Working in planning, Ian was familiar with budget management, so the terms used in tax ledgers were not foreign to him.

The chancellor, feeling a surge of pride as if he were the tutor of the third prince, thought deeply about Ian’s understanding of the tax system.

‘If His Highness is so dedicated to administration…’

As the scanner finished scanning the stack of papers, Ian pointed to the pad the chancellor was holding.

“Chancellor, new records have been entered. Please take a look.”

The chancellor’s expression was like that of a new employee seeing Excel’s ‘pivot table’ function for the first time.

The pivot table is a magical data summarization feature in Excel that condenses large amounts of data according to user-defined criteria. Using this function could save at least three to four times the time compared to manually summarizing the data, significantly reducing the workload for planning teams.

“This… this is truly possible?”

“In a world where magic is possible, what can’t be done?”

Seeing the scanner and pad, the chancellor made a resolution. Even if it meant creating a budget from scratch, he would support the mass production of the machines Ian had planned to make the empire’s system more efficient.

“The core function is this, but there are additional features as well.”

When Ian reinserted a previously scanned document into the scanner, the pad displayed the following message:

※ This document has already been scanned. Rescanning requires authorization from a higher official. ※

“It’s a feature to minimize human error.”

As Ian winked, the chancellor tried to maintain his composure, but he couldn’t hide his slightly trembling hands.

“I can only say that it is remarkable. Did you discover the evidence of embezzlement with this as well?”

“Yes. I found the evidence with just the first quarter’s data. If we scan and organize past data, we will likely find more evidence. I plan to use the scanner, pad, and detector to reform the tax system. Will you entrust me with this task?”

The chancellor, who seemed about to nod, surprised Ian with his next words.

“I think the utility of the machines devised by Your Highness is overwhelming compared to anything else. However, there is one concern.”

“What concern?”

“As you know, tax-related data is highly confidential. Therefore, only the Emperor, myself, and the Finance Minister know all the details of the tax items. Even the Tax Bureau chief does not know everything.”

When Ian nodded, the chancellor looked at him intently.

“But applying these devices to the tax system creates one problem.”

‘Is he worried that I’ll see all the tax information?’

“What is the problem?”

“The tax information would be shared not just with the three people I mentioned but also with the person who made these devices.”

Understanding that the chancellor had realized his intent to gain insight into the empire’s power dynamics through tax reform, Ian decided to be forthright.

The chancellor, having tasted modern innovations, would not easily give them up. Once someone has experienced a smartphone, it is difficult to return to a 2G phone unless there are special circumstances.

“Yes, I want to understand the tax landscape of each noble. After all, estimating their power through the amount of tax they pay is possible.”

“I see.”

After contemplating briefly, the chancellor spoke.

“Is that why you came to me first?”

“Yes, I knew the chancellor would understand my hidden intentions. I hoped you would help persuade the Emperor. For someone like me, who lacks other talents, ‘information’ is crucial for survival.”

“The ‘information’ Your Highness will gain through this reform can be stronger than swordsmanship or magic, depending on its use.”

“Chancellor, I sincerely wish for the empire’s prosperity. Wouldn’t it be better for the third prince, who manages this, to handle it?”

To persuade the chancellor, Ian pointed out another structural flaw in the current tax system, emphasizing the usefulness of the scanner and pad.

“Chancellor, the people who pay, collect, and verify taxes are all nobles. Isn’t it strange that there are no problems when people on the same side monitor each other’s work? I believe the scanner and pad will greatly help resolve this structural flaw.”

Hearing Ian’s answer, the chancellor’s expression became unreadable.

“If you present this ‘scanner’ and ‘pad’ at the next internal meeting, you will become a public enemy among the nobles. Surely you know they are already watching you closely?”

Ian, with a confident expression, responded.

“Chancellor, I have no intention of stepping back. My way of surviving in this palace is not to hide ambiguously but to show that I have the power to control my enemies. Also…”

After a brief pause, Ian continued.

“The longer the Emperor’s gaze lingers on me, the harder it will be for others to deal with me.”

After contemplating Ian’s words, the chancellor began to ask more specific questions about the embezzlement.

“Is the evidence of embezzlement conclusive?”

“I have already scanned the first quarter’s data. I have confirmed multiple times that the scanner and pad are functioning correctly.”

“I see.”

Having made up his mind, the chancellor spoke to Ian.

“I will support Your Highness in reforming the tax system using the scanner and pad when we present it to the Emperor. How could I not support the empire moving in a better direction?”

Feeling elated, Ian took a sip of his tea, savoring the minty aroma that he had been too tense to notice earlier.

“Now, could you tell me more about the incense? We haven’t been able to act on ‘Sweet Heaven’ due to a lack of concrete evidence.”

“Incense and smuggling are occurring together.”

“So smuggling is involved too. I have been too indifferent.”

“As the sun’s brilliance grows, so does its shadow. Without the sun’s strength, there wouldn’t have been an opportunity to notice such shadows. It’s a valuable chance to prove my abilities to the Emperor and the chancellor.”

The chancellor no longer saw Ian as a fifteen-year-old boy. His maturity and attitude were far beyond his years.

“And, in monitoring all tax-related activities, not just embezzlement, within the empire, I believe the Emperor appointed me as the ‘tax inspector.'”

“Your understanding of the Emperor’s intentions is much appreciated. However, since you have employed an unofficial group instead of imperial soldiers for the incense matter, it seems you do not wish to escalate this issue?”

“Correct. ‘Embezzlement’ is sufficient to cut off Viscount Steel. I aim to achieve something else.”

“Are you trying to gain influence outside the inner palace?”

“Chancellor, it is always easy to converse with you. You understand my intentions without me having to voice them.”

“How could I not pay attention to Your Highness’s actions? As you know, the Emperor also takes great interest in your movements.”

Hearing that the Emperor was interested in his actions, Ian briefly thought of CCTV. CCTV ensures safety while simultaneously handing over one’s actions to others.

This was another matter he would need to negotiate with the Emperor at some point.

“That is fortunate. I need the Emperor’s attention now more than ever.”

“Haha, indeed. Then we can look forward to this upcoming internal meeting?”

The chancellor looked at Ian with the anticipation of someone waiting for a new blockbuster film to be released.

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Survival 135

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The Crown Prince Loses His Heir-Producing Ability

The purposes of the annulment and the throne intersect, yet, specific and clear measures are taken. Until I left the third prince’s room, I thought there was no more ingenious and certain method than this, but… 

Tsk. 

I got too excited. I recklessly blurted things out, caught up in the atmosphere.

Now that I think about it, it was an absurd plan. The opponent is the Crown Prince of the Empire. As valuable as he is, even attempting a threat equivalent to assassination was a grave crime. If discovered, everyone involved, including my family, could be accused of treason. Even Luciana, my lord, couldn’t be an exception to that extent.

The accusation of trying to harm her fiancé through a servant. If discovered, it would be more than a stain on her honor; it could be a fatal blow. In the worst-case scenario, it could even lead to execution for inciting assassination.

‘How is that any different from falling in a trial by combat?’

But that’s only if this ‘Hans Byron’ carried out the act. In other words, it wouldn’t matter as long as it wasn’t discovered. If the risk could be perfectly mitigated with guaranteed secrecy, it was entirely possible. However,

‘I should have kept my mouth shut.’

Since those two already knew I was interested in the Crown Prince’s ability in that regard, it was impossible for me to act as ‘Frost Mane’ or ‘Calamity of Many Faces.’ If a mysterious villain reappeared and broke the Crown Prince’s precious asset, it would be tantamount to admitting it was Hans Byron.

Besides, it’s easier said than done. The Crown Prince is surrounded by numerous bodyguards, and he himself is a knight of rainbow-colored aura. It wouldn’t be easy to deal any significant damage with a common attack.

The uniqueness of the coming-of-age ceremony being held outside, where there were fewer guards. The chaos stirred up by the fanatics. The Crown Prince’s yet undeveloped skills. The kick from last time was merely the result of all those coincidences coming together.

Indeed, ‘I should have kicked him more properly then.’ No matter how much I think about it, it’s regrettable. If I had finished it properly in one go, I wouldn’t be having these worries now.

‘We must exercise extreme caution. But don’t completely rule it out.’ Of course, the plan to eliminate the Crown Prince’s ability to produce heirs is not entirely scrapped. Just as there isn’t only one path to the goal, it’s not necessary to resort to such extreme measures. We need to explore other methods as well.

‘The more means, the better.’

Luciana’s downfall is expected in the latter half of the second year, so there’s about two years of time to devise a method. There’s ample time to find a way.

Of course, if things escalate to the worst, I will have no choice but to carry out the plan I secretly discussed with the third prince. 

***

The first class I attended after returning from the dispatch class was, to put it bluntly, a mess. 

“Quiet. Everyone, please be quiet. Focus on the class….”

The relatively young professor, who was in charge of the Empire’s history, made a pitiful plea. However, the students were too busy chattering to pay any attention to the professor’s signals.

‘That person is having a hard time too.’

As an educator, calming down unruly students is an incredibly challenging task. Especially when the students are not naive children but mature enough to know better. Moreover, most of them were high-ranking nobles, at least of the count level or higher. 

Probably, unless it was Professor Marks, known for his strict discipline, no one could calm this commotion. The increasingly loud disturbance completely drowned out the professor’s voice.

‘I feel kind of guilty.’

I clicked my tongue out of a nagging sense of guilt. In fact, I was not entirely blameless for the current chaos in the classroom. The topic of conversation was none other than us.

“Look at that. They’ve already returned from the dispatch class.”

“Can you believe it? I heard from a senior that it takes at least two months.”

“Well, it’s the top student. I heard they’re a Sword Expert, so it’s probably a given.”

Most reactions were of surprise. Although most of the dispatch class participants were imperialists, there were also nobles, so the nobles’ faction didn’t view it so unfavorably.

“Isn’t the dispatch class actually easy?”

“The top student might have used their family’s influence. They went to the north, so it’s a reasonable suspicion, isn’t it?”

Of course, not everyone felt that way. A small minority spread rumors mixed with jealousy and envy.

-Fools exist everywhere.

-I agree. They are idiots who can’t accept the obvious truth.

After identifying the faces in that group, I couldn’t help but sneer.

‘One is with Laura. The other is a close aide of the Crown Prince.’

The latter might be difficult, but the former could be dealt with quickly. I eyed someone who could handle her leash. Someone under my control.

-Twitch.

The girl with the violet hair flinched and then grabbed the shoulder of the still-gossiping sister.

“L-Laura…. Let’s stop. If we keep talking like this, it will only highlight their achievements.”

“Hmph. I guess you’re right.”

Indeed, it’s exactly what I’d expect from Riu.

As her sister, she spoke gently to persuade her. It seemed she hadn’t revealed anything about our deal. Well, as long as she was well-controlled, that was for the best.

‘The problem is… that one.’

“While they enjoy tea in their rooms, soldiers must have been toiling night and day. They fail to set an example as nobles.”

The lackey backed by the Crown Prince. He had no intention of keeping his mouth shut. Moreover,

‘It must be the Crown Prince’s doing.’

I turned to gauge Luciana’s reaction. She was silently looking at her textbook as usual, but she couldn’t hide the crease on her forehead.

Fortunately, the commotion among the students, including that guy, didn’t last long.

“Professor Heidi? What brings you here? This is my class time.”

“Professor Marks! It’s nothing. I’ll be leaving now!”

The noise must have drowned out the sound of the class bell. The arrival of the disciplinarian professor who didn’t hesitate to enforce order. The group that had been chattering in front of the professor instantly shut their mouths. 

Was this the difference in authority? 

As the history professor left, silence settled over the classroom, and he took the attendance register.

“It seems there are no absences, and it’s quiet, which is good. Before we begin the class, there is an announcement.”

His gaze fell on a few individuals: Luciana, Theodore, Camilla, and me—those who had just returned from the dispatch class.

“Hans Byron.”

“Yes!”

He nodded in satisfaction as he called my name first.

“I heard about your accomplishments in the dispatch class. They say you defeated the monster in the north.”

“Ahaha… I’m embarrassed. The credit belongs more to others than to me.”

I wasn’t just deflecting praise. Great achievements inevitably breed envy and jealousy. That was the case even now. Just a moment ago, some people were chatting away recklessly. And now the professor was calling me out first? It made me a perfect target for political maneuvering. The lackey’s eyes sparkled, as if he had found a prime target.

‘Why did he have to call on me first? Ugh.’

Professor Marks surely knew this too, so what was his motive? If we were going by ranking, Luciana should have been first, and by status, I was the lowest. Without a proper reason related to rank or status, it was clear I would be the one targeted for further ridicule.

And unlike Luciana, my lower status would invite even harsher ridicule. Sensing my unease, Professor Marks addressed the issue.

“Excessive humility can be misleading. As for the top student, there’s no change in ranking, and with the additional points from the dispatch class, Byron, you achieved the highest score among the participants, which is why you were called first.”

“…Change in ranking?”

“Yes, congratulations on becoming the second highest-ranked student.”

-Clap, clap, clap.

The dry sound of Professor Marks’s applause echoed in the classroom. It was rare for the usually reserved professor to offer praise. However, it wasn’t entirely welcome news.

“…Me?”

I couldn’t believe my ears for a moment. The top rank was Luciana’s, and the second was always the Saintess. The positions below them might change, but those two were unassailable.

‘Another variable.’

Still, I wasn’t as distressed by the deviations from the original plot as I had been before.

‘With the introduction of the DLC, there are many variables I don’t know about, so this is nothing…’

The knowledge of the original work was only a reference. This moment reaffirmed my resolve. And above all, there were clear advantages to the change in ranking.

“Yes. Since Rene has chosen to stay at the Jearne Dormitory, there’s no need to change dorm rooms, but you will need to change seats in the classroom.”

I immediately understood what that meant. The seat next to Saintess Rene—occupied by none other than my favorite, Luciana.

“Congratulations.”

Rene stood up quietly and vacated the chair. As I sat down, a gentle voice came from beside me.

“Oh, Hans, we’re closer now. We won’t need telepathy anymore.”

The crease in her brow from earlier had long vanished. Her bright blue eyes, highlighted by the light, arched beautifully as she smiled. The closer distance made her smile even more vivid, and I couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

‘At this rate, there’s no turning back.’

This was the best spot in the classroom, where I could see Luciana up close during the lessons. How could I give this up? The plan to maintain mediocre grades while supporting Luciana was abandoned. She was the top student, and I was the second. I resolved to maintain this ranking at all costs.

“Theodore Treja.”

“You called?”

“You’ve also been promoted to fourth place.”

I wasn’t the only one affected by the ranking adjustments. He had moved up two places.

Theodore had pushed aside both Ricky and the Crown Prince to secure a top position in the rankings in one fell swoop.

“Lady Circleia, what shall we do? You boasted of being the best among the western nobles, but now it seems that spot is mine.”

“…Hmph. Clinging to a position you won’t hold for long.”

Camilla was the same. The tension between her, who had fallen to fifth place, and those she had surpassed was quite a sight. While status wasn’t entirely irrelevant, this blatant meritocracy was striking. The massive shake-up caused by the dispatch class had its share of protestors.

“Professor Marks, may I ask a question?”

“Please proceed, Your Highness.”

“I am deeply concerned that such changes in ranking will cause a sense of deprivation among those who have diligently attended classes in this sacred educational institution, the academy.”

The Crown Prince, now relegated to a rank that could hardly be called top-tier, voiced this concern. He placed his hand on his chest as if speaking for everyone, but his true motive was clear: questioning why he had to lose out due to the dispatch class. He had remained silent while he was at the top, but now that he had been displaced, his complaints were all too transparent.

‘Exploding with inferiority complex, are we?’

His sidelong glances were directed at Luciana. It was bad enough trying to catch up with her, but now a bunch of newcomers stood ahead of him, which he found intolerable. It made me want to deliver a righteous kick between his legs.

“Deprivation, you say?”

However, he had picked the wrong opponent. Marks was a man who cared nothing for status or authority. Whether facing a noble lady from a count’s family or the future emperor of the empire, he wasn’t one to be intimidated.

“If you were so dissatisfied, you should have volunteered for the dispatch class.”

“…What?”

Marks didn’t hide his displeasure at the Crown Prince’s momentary loss for words.

“I informed you at the beginning that extra points would be awarded for all classes. It’s the academy’s principle that treatment varies based on performance.”

“You dare…!”

No matter how much he clenched his fists and trembled in anger, Professor Marks continued unfazed.

“Attending classes diligently, you say? That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard all year. ‘Diligently’ is not the right word; ‘quietly’ might be more accurate.”

“……”

“By contrast, these three who went out into foreign lands and proved themselves are the ones who truly deserve extra points and high grades.”

‘Wow.’  

Sharp words like frost sliced through and tore into the Crown Prince. He couldn’t muster a single rebuttal and sat back down in his seat. His followers, instead of helping, paled and desperately avoided the professor’s gaze.  

“Don’t worry. There will be plenty of opportunities to change your ranking,” Marks said, his words carrying a deeper meaning. They weren’t just directed at the protesting Crown Prince but at the entire A-Class.  

‘No wonder he’s known as the mastermind behind the academy’s rebellion.’  

Except for a few individuals like the Saintess and Oparn, the ones who excelled in skills and rankings were commoners. The Saintess and Oparn, being potential main characters, were practically off the radar in terms of competition. Marks had expertly intensified the conflict between commoners and nobles, bringing it to the surface and asserting his control over the academy.  

His message was simple: everyone had the chance to trample those above them and aim for the student council president, regardless of their status as a duke’s child or even the Crown Prince. Rankings could always change based on performance.  

In essence,  

‘A commoner could potentially surpass the Crown Prince.’  

“The atmosphere has changed,” I observed.  

“They’ve realized that everyone is a competitor,” Luciana replied.  

“Hans, are you thinking the same?”  

Was I aiming for the top rank? She whispered the question with a smirk. It wasn’t hard to detect the mix of sincerity in her jest.  

Was I a loyal servant or a worthy competitor aiming for growth alongside her? Luciana was giving me that choice.  

‘With Luciana, the answer is obvious.’  

She was a knight overflowing with a competitive spirit. I already knew the perfect answer.  

“It seems you’ve forgotten the disrespect I showed at the martial arts tournament.”  

“…Bold. Quite arrogant for a mere servant.”  

Despite her words, her smile only deepened. She pointed to her desk with a slender finger.  

“Go ahead and try. I’ll gladly accept your challenge.”  

“It would be an honor.”  

Of course, my answer was crafted to suit her tastes. My ultimate goal remained unchanged: to make Luciana the student council president.

So, there’s no need to aim for her top spot. However…

‘I must not lose this prime seat.’

Having sat next to Luciana once, I realized the importance. Her silver hair flowing like silk, her alabaster skin matching that color, the sapphire eyes, and ruby lips completing the picture perfectly. I couldn’t let anyone else take this second-place seat, which allowed me to behold such a sight.

As such,

“Professor, I have a question as well.”

“Go ahead, Byron.”

“When you mentioned ‘opportunities’ earlier, what exactly did you mean?”

I immediately grasped at the clue for more information. One could assume that performing well in class was part of it, but changes significant enough to alter rankings weren’t achieved by merely attending classes diligently. There were two key events in the game that one must not miss. One was the dispatch class that provided a generous amount of extra points. And the other…

“Good question. I heard that the principal has found a suitable location for the exam.”

Midterms. Another crucial hurdle and opportunity, following the entrance ceremony, that would face all students.

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Act 134

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The Red Demon phenomenon.

This phenomenon appears only in demons with a Tri-horn level of demonic energy.

When the thoughts of the demon Barbatos accumulate in their body, they eventually overload and manifest in their horns.

This can be seen as a type of overload case.

At this point, the demon will follow one of two paths:

One path is when the vessel cannot withstand the overloaded thoughts and breaks.

In this case, the Tri-horn demon loses its original form, explodes, and transforms into a mucous-like substance.

It becomes unrecognizable as a demon.

The other path is when the vessel endures the accumulation of thoughts and undergoes metamorphosis.

More precisely, it’s not so much that the vessel endures, but rather that the thoughts adapt to the body.

A demon beginning to undergo Red Demon transformation develops paths in their body, similar to humans, which facilitate the consumption of powerful demonic energy.

These are called “Mana Veins.”

Indeed,

A demon that successfully accumulates excessive thoughts develops an organ similar to humans, specifically designed for handling demonic energy, purely for demons.

This can be identified by the reddening of their horns.

The problem arises when the demon fully adapts to this process.

In essence, the Red Demon transformation itself is not highly dangerous.

While it’s true that they gain power stronger than typical Tri-horn demons, they are still at the Tri-horn demon level.

However, once a demon completes the metamorphosis beyond the Red Demon stage, a new horn grows on their head.

This makes them a “Quad-horn Demon.”

Each one possesses immense power, enough to easily destroy a city.

Most demons that complete the Red Demon process become this, hence the term “metamorphosis.”

The demon seen through Julian’s memory has not yet completed the Red Demon transformation.

The horns are not fully red, indicating this.

However, of all times…

That demon…

Seeing the one-armed demon in the amnesia-induced vision, I clicked my tongue in disapproval.

As a bitter taste lingered on my tongue,

“Who’s there!”

Felkor’s loud voice rang in my ears.

For some reason, his voice was unusual.

The hostility in it was not a reaction to an ordinary person.

“I asked, who’s there?”

Felkor continued to question, and I paused the replaying of the “Amnesia” trait to turn my head and see the uninvited guest.

Covered in battle scars.

Hair dyed in dark gray.

Eyes without pupils.

In the vision replayed by the trait, the appearance of a “Red Demon” suggested this person’s arrival.

Because of this, I wasn’t particularly surprised by the sudden appearance.

“Sir. Jahat.”

The person, who was both a disciple of Sword Saint Hayden Reich and known as the “Blind Warrior,” appeared, tapping the ground with his staff.

“Hmm, I didn’t think we were that closely connected, but we meet here.”

Though his tone was emotionless, his aura trembled slightly.

I could sense that Jahat was internally troubled by my sudden appearance.

He wondered why an old enemy from the Grand Arena was here.

That question was evident in his aura.

“Did you follow me here? If so, I must commend your dedication.”

Guessing that I was here to capture him, he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“It’s the first time since that day. It’s been a while. Have you been well?”

“I’ve been well until now, but seeing your face… Damn it! I doubt that will continue.”

“That’s quite unfortunate.”

Jahat seemed to know that my words were insincere. We exchanged these light greetings as a joke, but Jahat’s hostility did not disappear.

‘His aura is still sharp.’

His specialty, aura dispersion.

Being blind, he always spread his aura around.

Through this, he constantly checked the positions of me and those around us.

It was precise and sharp enough to engage in battle at any moment.

“It doesn’t seem like you followed me…”

“That’s correct, Sir Jahat.”

“Then why are you here?”

I couldn’t easily answer that question.

“Well, let’s say it’s a light walk. Haha.”

A walk in the northern region filled with monsters and demons?

Even without looking, I could imagine the expressions of Felkor, Joshua, and Jahat.

‘They must think I’m crazy.’

Even if I told the truth, they wouldn’t believe me, so saying it this way felt more like myself.

“Why are you here, Sir Jahat?”

Although I asked, I already knew the reason.

A while ago, through “Amnesia,” I saw the one-armed demon.

That’s the reason Jahat is here.

That demon was closely related to him.

“Is there a reason to tell you? We aren’t that close to discuss personal matters.”

“You’re looking for a demon, aren’t you? That’s why you’re working as a mercenary in this remote place, right?”

Searching for a demon?

Jahat’s faded eyes slightly frowned at my words.

“Did I ever say I was looking for ‘that’?”

I shrugged at his words.

I didn’t have a reason to say it, but I wanted Jahat to finish off the one-armed demon.

‘That demon is still alive.’

What I glimpsed through “Amnesia.”

Among the two demons Julian fought, Julian killed one, but the other escaped.

That demon is the one-armed demon Jahat is searching for, and before it completes its metamorphosis, I plan to have Jahat kill it.

Because I find it bothersome to do it myself.

Besides, Jahat needs to do it.

“Oh… even though I never said it, you know.”

As Jahat’s eyes narrowed, his surrounding aura also seemed to sharpen.

“Judging by your tone, you know I’m chasing the one-armed demon?”

“Sir Jahat, I am Julian of the Royal Special Agency, The Closed Eyes.”

I simply smiled at his words.

“And… you must also know that the demon is my ‘son,’ right?”

Jahat sighed and leaned his head back at my continuous smile.

“A son? A demon as a son?”

Since I already knew the story, I tried to pass it off casually, but Felkor couldn’t hide his astonishment.

“Did you marry a demon…?”

Felkor, Felkor.

Why are you spouting nonsense again?

Can’t you just stay quiet?

“Haha, you have an amusing guy with you. The Royal Family must really be short on talent to keep such an idiot around.”

Jahat found Felkor’s ridiculous comment amusing and spat out near insults.

Unfortunately, Felkor isn’t related to the Royal Family, but since I, The Closed Eyes, keep him around, Jahat seemed to think so.

Well, I can’t exactly deny it. It’s true that he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. Is it strange that the Dawn Society accepted such a fool, or is it that the Dawn Society is strange for accepting him? While I pondered this briefly, Jahat continued to speak.

“More importantly, Julian, I want to hear the full story from you.”

Clink.

Jahat subtly lifted his staff, then grasped the end of the rod and pulled.

Swish.

The menacing blade of the sword slowly revealed itself.

“Where and how did you hear that story?”

Indeed.

If I were in his position, knowing that someone else knew my secret, I would react the same way.

How did you find out?

And further, I would take measures to silence those who knew.

“Are you sure… it’s okay?”

But I held the initiative in this conversation.

He was searching for the one-armed demon, his son who had become a demon.

And I was the only one with a rough idea of his whereabouts.

“You’re looking for the one-armed demon, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“If it were me, I would have asked politely. You seem to be in too much of a hurry.”

I finished with a short laugh, showing confidence.

Although Jahat knew this, the hostility emanating from him did not seem to dissipate.

‘Do I have to subdue him once?’

That might be necessary.

The stubbornness of a father blinded by denial was beyond imagination…

“…Looks like we have more uninvited guests.”

Fortunately or unfortunately, a sinister presence began to rise around us.

“Demons.”

Although he didn’t track them with his eyes, Jahat sensed the demonic energy around us and identified the intruders.

Soon, Felkor also sensed the demonic energy and tensed up.

“Wh-what’s happening, Brother Julian?”

Only one.

Joshua couldn’t accurately detect the enemy.

“It seems that the leftover demonic energy from the Tri-horn demon has attracted a bunch of low-level demons.”

Although considerable time had passed, the strong residual thoughts suggested the influence of the Red Demon wasn’t small.

Seeing the increasing number of demons, Jahat clicked his tongue.

“Well, we’ll have to postpone our conversation for now. It’s better to discuss this after we clear this area.”

“Is that what you want? I don’t mind talking now.”

I indulged in unnecessary bravado again. After all, Jahat would be the one at a disadvantage either way.

Kraaaah!

The first demon to appear lunged at Jahat.

A demon without horns.

An ordinary person would have had trouble, but no one here was ordinary.

“How can you be so composed in this situation…?”

Swish—

Jahat drew his sword from his staff and naturally sliced the demon.

Its mucous-like blood sprayed like a fountain.

“Still as arrogant as ever…”

Slash.

He sliced it again, completely ending its life.

“Is that what the Sword Saint taught you?”

“Perhaps, that might be the case.” 

The brazenness of that man has surely been picked up by ‘Julian,’ so it’s not a lie. 

“Tsk, we need to start by cleaning up this place.” 

With a slightly irritated voice, Jahat’s body vanished in an instant. 

*** 

After dealing with a swarm of demons, Felkor groaned as if he were about to die. 

“What, did you die?” 

Felkor mocked Joshua, who had collapsed. 

Though he looked dead, lying limp, he was still gasping for breath. 

He looked quite pitiful in that state. 

“So, what will you do now?” 

After dealing with the demons and wiping the blood off the Moonlight Sword with a swing, I turned to look at Jahat. 

“Would you like to continue the conversation from earlier?” 

Smiling faintly, I referred to the matter from a moment ago. 

I knew that the earlier confrontation had somewhat lost its momentum. 

At this point, it seemed there would be no fight with Jahat. 

If there was, it would be troublesome. 

There might be more demons around. 

While dealing with them wouldn’t be hard, 

‘It would be annoying.’ 

So, I really didn’t want to fight the strong Jahat. 

If, by chance, more powerful demons like the Tri-horn Demon or the Red Demon appeared when we were exhausted, it would be a direct path to the afterlife. 

However, this extraordinary ego wouldn’t allow me to show any sign of weakness, so I put on a bravado. 

“Let’s stop. I’m curious where you heard that story, but if you want to know, it’s something you can find out easily enough.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Besides, you served on the northern front, albeit briefly, so you could have known.” 

Phew, fortunately, Jahat conceded a point. 

“In any case, even so, what can an outdated man like me do to the Imperial Sword and the smiling executioner?” 

Jahat gave a self-deprecating laugh. 

Putting the sword back into his cane, he began to move his weary body. 

“Seeing that you are not stopping me, it seems you really didn’t come here to capture me. I’m curious why you are here though…” 

“The One-Armed Demon must have headed to the northern part of the continent.” 

At the mention of his son, Jahat’s tired eyes changed. 

“You can find him in the Blizzard Forest.” 

The Blizzard Forest. 

The place where Jahat and his son, who had become the One-Armed Demon, would settle their scores. 

Although the story had changed a lot, Jahat would still end things with the ‘One-Armed Demon’ in the Blizzard Forest. 

Once, harsher than a raging blizzard as a father, he would reflect on his mistakes while looking at his transformed son. 

‘That’s how it has been.’ 

It has to be. 

If that ‘incident’ doesn’t happen, the subsequent events would be catastrophic.

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“Humm, humm!”

While humming a tune, Lee Seon-ah continued her editing work and soon smiled as she looked at the completed project.

“Finally, one done.”

Her first attempt at editing was more time-consuming and difficult than she had anticipated. However, working on the videos of Ara and Gomgom made the task enjoyable.

“Ah, I’m nervous.”

Seon-ah reviewed the video she had made once more to ensure there were no issues, then opened her YouTube account.

She didn’t expect that just uploading one video would attract attention in the oversaturated YouTube market. Nevertheless, she couldn’t hide her excitement.

“Uploading the video… Let’s upload the Shorts too.”

She uploaded both the main video and a promotional short. Both videos captured cute moments of Ara.

“No views yet.”

As soon as she uploaded them, Seon-ah refreshed the page to check the views. Smiling, she started on the next project.

The university semester was ending, and the vacation was approaching, with all exams finished. She had already secured good grades, so there was nothing to worry about.

Moreover…

‘My stingy brother gave me a lot of allowance for once.’

She knew that Kyu-seong was a promising awakened individual, contracted with Ara Hongryeon. He was even powerful enough to summon high-ranking guild officials for personal meetings.

But it still felt unreal that her brother, who had always scrimped and saved, suddenly threw a large sum of money into the household.

It was a change that had occurred in less than a year.

However, Seon-ah welcomed this change. Seeing her brother, who always had a worried look, now walking proudly with his shoulders back made her happy too.

“Hehehe.”

And to think he would bring such cute creatures. It seemed like her brother’s fortune had finally turned around.

With a sly smile, Seon-ah began working on the second video.

* * *

Director Choi looked up at the building.

He had had a few business meetings here before but had never visited in person.

‘The first guild in South Korea.’

Its symbolic value held significant influence in this industry.

Even among the so-called number one Terror Guild in South Korea.

Moreover, the data he received just before departing for Ara Hongryeon contained astonishing records.

Indicators from the past two months.

He had received some before, but this time they included more detailed numbers and categories.

‘…They surpassed our guild.’

In just two months.

A short period, but Director Choi couldn’t help but be surprised. If it had been the second-ranked Iron Blood or the third-ranked Gojoseon guild, he could have somewhat understood.

But Ara Hongryeon was barely hanging on to fifth place. Ever since the deputy guild leader, Level 8 awakened Kim Si-young, retired due to poisoning, the guild had been steadily declining.

“Whew.”

Director Choi exhaled and noticed the sweat on his palm.

Am I nervous?

But the opponent was an awakened individual who had rapidly grown a fifth-ranked guild. It was clear that they had top-tier abilities among production-type awakened individuals.

Even as an executive of the Terror Guild, he couldn’t help but be wary. Besides, he had witnessed the effectiveness of their potions firsthand.

‘It’s a wonder they even allowed the meeting.’

If it were him, he would have tried to conceal the fact that they had such an awakened individual.

But Ara Hongryeon showed no particular effort to hide it and seemed indifferent.

Despite the industry and media’s intense focus on Ara Hongryeon’s mysterious growth, the guild itself remained unfazed.

“Ah! Director Choi.”

As he entered the building, he was greeted by Team 1 Leader of Ara Hongryeon, who had been waiting for him.

Team 1 Leader, Jeong So-yeon.

Director Choi had his doubts about this young awakened individual as well.

Why did Ara Hongryeon give the title of Team 1 Leader to an unproven young awakened person?

Initially, he thought it was a desperate move to fill Kim Si-young’s void, but seeing her current performance, she was living up to the title.

Even so, Director Choi still felt that this young awakened person might be too early for the title of Team 1 Leader.

“It’s been a while. Nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too, Director Choi. Please follow me inside.”

“Thank you.”

He was guided upstairs.

When they arrived at the meeting room where everyone was waiting, he recognized some familiar faces.

“Oh! You’ve come!”

And there were some unfamiliar faces as well.

‘A kid?’

Director Choi’s thoughts were interrupted by a bright voice as he entered the room, drawing his attention.

There, a little girl with animal ears attached like decorations was sitting on a chair, her feet swinging without touching the floor.

“You’ve arrived.”

“Director Choi is here! Haha!”

“You’ve come! Hehe!”

Hearing the sequential greetings, Director Choi bowed politely to greet them.

“Have you all been well?”

“Haha. Director Choi, you’re still the same.”

“Hehe, still the same.”

Kang Hanul smiled broadly.

Meanwhile, Guild Leader Han Seok-jun of Ara Hongryeon pointed to a man sitting next to him and introduced him.

“This is Mr. Lee Kyu-seong, an awakened individual of our guild. And this is Director Choi Sung-hyuk of the Terror Guild.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Lee Kyu-seong.”

Kyu-seong greeted calmly.

Director Choi’s eyes glinted slightly at this sight.

‘So, this is the man….’

He had been awakened for three years but remained a perennial Level 1 awakened individual. That meant he hadn’t cleared any quests….

“Thank you for arranging this meeting and accommodating my unreasonable request. I’m Choi Sung-hyuk from the Terror Guild.”

His eyes sparkled behind his glasses.

Director Choi was very curious about the production abilities of the man in front of him.

“Director Choi. I can see from your eyes that you’re already itching. Haha!”

“Itching indeed! Hehe!”

“I won’t deny it. I actually thought you would naturally refuse my request, so meeting like this feels a bit surreal.”

“Haha.”

“Hehe.”

They must have their own motives for accepting the proposal so readily. Of course, Director Choi was thinking positively as well.

If he could somehow secure the potion he saw in the last dungeon, he could handle most matters on his end.

“The reason I wanted to meet the awakened individual Kyu-seong is that I saw an interesting item in the recent dungeon raid.”

“Oh, straight to the point?”

“To the point indeed!”

But what’s with that kid mimicking Kang Hanul’s words?

Director Choi’s gaze naturally turned to Ara.

Ara seemed delighted to have drawn attention, proudly puffing out her chest.

“I apologize. She’s my child.”

“Child? Oh, Mr. Lee Kyu-seong’s daughter.”

“My name is Ara! Nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you. Your daughter is very cute.”

Bringing his daughter to such a meeting?

And from what Director Choi knew, Lee Kyu-seong was 27 years old, yet he already had a child that age….

‘Huh?’

Something felt off.

According to his investigation, Lee Kyu-seong was still unmarried. Naturally, there was no information about him having a child.

So the plausible assumption would be….

‘A familiar.’

Director Choi’s eyes glinted again.

Now, the tiger ears that looked like decorations seemed real.

A familiar capable of such accurate human mimicry. Director Choi’s curiosity was ignited once more.

‘So that’s why she’s here at the meeting. That makes sense.’

His preliminary investigation wasn’t enough.

But it was also thanks to the investigation that he could gather this information.

“The recent dungeon raid must be the 7th-grade dungeon in Goseong, Gangwon-do.”

“Oh! Bare Fist Guild?!”

Kyu-seong nodded, understanding what he meant.

Then he immediately pulled something out of a bag placed to the side.

“Is this what you saw?”

“Ah! Yes, it is.”

The potion with the peculiar name of Strawberry Potion.

Upon confirming it, Director Choi was once again astonished.

‘Isn’t this a rare item?’

Taking out such a potion from a bag so casually? Shouldn’t it be kept safely in the guild’s treasury?

“Guild Master Kim Dong-gil also contacted me, saying it was quite effective.”

“…Yes, it was.”

Quite effective? That’s all he had to say?

Director Choi began to feel dizzy.

The efficacy of the Strawberry Potion was at least equivalent to a mid-level healing potion. While the effect alone wasn’t something to get overly excited about, the important thing was that it was ‘produced’.

No awakened individual in the world had ever mass-produced potions above the lowest grade. Occasionally, high-quality ingredients led to lucky successes, but intentional mass production had never been achieved.

The current limit for mass production by production-type awakened individuals was the lowest-grade potion.

“May I take a closer look?”

“Of course.”

As he received and inspected the potion, it was indeed the same one used by the Bare Fist Guild Master.

When he glanced at the executives of Ara Hongryeon, their expressions were peculiar. It was as if they were saying, “How about it? Impressed by our new guild member’s abilities?”

They seemed to be eagerly anticipating Director Choi’s reaction.

“…Is it true that Awakened Individual Kyu-seong made this?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“That’s impressive.”

“But I can’t make many.”

Director Choi nodded.

Surely, producing such a potion at will wouldn’t be possible. If it were, he’d be hailed as the god of production.

Even if he could make just one per month, it would be considered extraordinary quality.

“Perhaps… if I push myself, I can make one a day? So, the number supplied to the guild isn’t that high yet.”

“…What?”

“Actually, even one a day is pushing it. Practically, it’s more like one every two days. With the sudden increase in demand, I’ve been making one a day, but that’s only until the end of this month.”

That… can’t be.

One per day?

No, even one every two days sounded unbelievable.

Is that possible?

“What about the materials?!”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! That slipped out…”

He had intended to think it, but the words escaped his lips. However, Director Choi didn’t feel embarrassed at all.

There was no time for that.

“There are plenty of materials. It’s my lack of ability.”

“P-Plenty of materials?”

“Yes. As the potion states, the main ingredient is strawberries.”

“Strawberries?”

‘Am I dreaming?’

The conversation kept veering away from common sense, and Director Choi wanted to pinch himself. Instead, he glanced at everyone’s reactions again…

“Hahaha.”

“Hehehe.”

Kang Hanul’s sly grin, the little girl mimicking the same expression, Guild Master Han Seok-jun’s kind smile, and Jeong So-yeon’s troubled yet amused look.

‘This isn’t a dream?’

Then Kyu-seong delivered the final blow.

“Our guild is researching a mass production method. Although the efficiency will be slightly lower than the ones I make, it should be possible to mass-produce them. If successful, we could potentially produce about 10 per day.”

“Gasp.”

Director Choi, renowned for his calm demeanor.

His rational and composed judgment had saved countless lives in dungeons.

But now.

His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped in utter shock.

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At Ian’s bold demand, Viscount Steel quelled his bitter feelings and produced a small pouch from his pocket.

“Surely that isn’t all, is it?” 

Seeing Ian’s disappointed expression, Steel quickly added, 

“Your Highness, this is a spatial pocket.”

“A spatial pocket?”

Having never encountered such an item in the original novel, Ian couldn’t hide his surprise.

The thought of owning an essential item like a spatial pocket, typically reserved for protagonists, made Ian’s expression soften. 

“Hmm, I didn’t realize Viscount Steel held me in such high regard. Could you tell me the capacity of this pocket?”

“I believe it can hold about half the gold coins within the imperial palace.”

Hearing Steel’s reply, Ian inwardly rejoiced.

“And what is your reason for giving me such a valuable item?”

“Consider it a gesture of my loyalty towards you, Your Highness.”

“So, I can take this as a gesture of goodwill rather than a transactional gift? Accepting such a gift with strings attached might disturb my sleep.”

Even though Ian knew the true reason behind the gift through their previous conversation, Steel couldn’t help but think the young prince was incredibly shrewd.

Despite his frustration, Steel had no choice but to speak directly.

“Your Highness, I would be grateful if you could release the individuals and the goods related to the Rose Inn.”

“So, it is transactional after all?”

“Not only the spatial pocket, but I have also filled it with my heartfelt gratitude.”

Steel opened the pouch to reveal its contents, showing Ian an amount of gold far surpassing what he had received from the tax office.

Knowing the fate that awaited him, Steel needed to extract as much as he could. Though he felt a pang of guilt, he quickly brushed it aside.

“Not bad.”

“If you can help cover this incident, I promise to provide a similar amount regularly.”

Though he said “regularly,” he intentionally omitted the specific timeframe. Surely a naive fifteen-year-old rogue wouldn’t grasp the intricacies of such a seasoned tactic?

However, Ian’s sudden change in expression made Steel realize he had miscalculated. Before he could add more to his explanation, Ian spoke first.

“It seems you have both the mental and physical resources to continue deceiving the empire’s third prince.”

“Your Highness… deceiving you? I would never…”

“I’d like you to clarify the frequency you had in mind. If it’s annually, I would feel greatly betrayed.”

Steel, realizing Ian saw through his cunning ploy, began to sweat.

For a moment, Earl Liam’s words flashed through Steel’s mind. Perhaps the person orchestrating everything was the Third Prince, whom he had underestimated all this time.

Sensing Steel’s hesitation, Ian laughed heartily.

“Are you embarrassed to be outsmarted by the so-called rogue prince?”

“No, Your Highness, of course not.”

Regardless of who he had to bow to, his fate remained unchanged. He had to humble himself even more.

“You still need to answer my question.”

Steel’s mind raced. He had given Ian his entire accumulated slush fund. To suggest giving it weekly was absurd.

“How about annually, Your Highness?”

“Annually seems too infrequent. How about every six months?”

“Very well, every six months it is.”

Relieved, Steel agreed, thinking he could solve the problem of securing funds later. For now, he needed to resolve this incident.

“So, will you release the people and goods from the Rose Inn?”

“I will consider it. I need to hear other patrons’ offers first.”

Steel paled at the mention of other patrons.

“Other patrons, Your Highness? I have given you everything.”

“It must have been worth it, considering the circumstances.”

Ian’s cold response left Steel at a loss.

“Or would you prefer I return this?”

As Ian genuinely seemed to offer back the gold and the pouch, Steel frantically waved his hands.

He knew too well what it meant to accept back a gift given to a royal.

“Your Highness, I misspoke. Please, calm your anger and consider my request favorably.”

“Viscount Steel, I do have a conscience, so I promise you one thing.”

“And what is that?”

“At the very least, I will ensure your name is not prominently mentioned in relation to this incident.”

A hopeful glimmer appeared in Steel’s eyes.

“Truly?”

“However, the laborers and guards already caught will not be spared.”

“That’s fine, Your Highness. Just ensuring my name stays out of it is a debt I can’t repay.”

‘The subordinates can always be replaced,’ he thought.

Feeling a glimmer of hope, Steel’s posture straightened slightly.

“No need to express it in words. I prefer actions.”

Ian shook the spatial pocket as he spoke to Steel.

“I also prefer actions over words. I will trust in you and take my leave.”

Steel walked away from Ian with much lighter steps than when he had arrived. He still had to report to his superior. Handling the matter first and reporting later was a trait of a competent subordinate.

‘I’ve landed a big fish.’

Throwing bait to Steel regarding the Rose Inn had worked. It confirmed the connection between Steel and the Frank faction. Moreover, securing a substantial slush fund from Steel, Ian headed to the Chancellor’s office with a satisfied heart.

Having reeled in two big fish, he still needed to get a fair price for the second one. Of course, if he could get a premium for the one he already sold, that would be even better.

***

A burst of laughter erupted from the Chancellor’s office.

“The Third Prince handed over the inner palace guards to a group of men?”

“Yes, and the group carrying the goods was taken as well.”

The Chancellor’s face lit up with a smile after hearing the report about the commotion at the inner palace entrance. Something interesting was brewing.

“And I’ve heard from the Third Prince’s squire that His Highness will visit soon.”

“Seems I’ll get a scolding for making him come to me again. Better prepare better refreshments and tea than last time, to avoid harsh words.”

No sooner had the squire left than Ian arrived.

“Your Excellency, the Third Prince is here.”

“Bring him in.”

Seeing Artaeus, Ian greeted him warmly.

“I couldn’t help but come to see you again, Chancellor.”

“Had you called, I would have come to you. It troubles me that you’ve made this trip.”

“It was urgent. I needed to discuss matters with you before anyone else could take action.”

“It seems you’ve been quite busy lately. Not just with your role as tax inspector but with other duties as well.”

“Inspecting taxes isn’t just about the tax office. It’s about all matters related to taxes.”

“Very true. With Your Highness working so diligently, the empire is bound to flourish.”

Ian laughed heartily at the Chancellor’s praise.

“Such open praise leaves me at a loss.”

“Your detector was quite impressive, after all.”

“Shall I show you the new things I’ve brought to steal your heart?”

The Chancellor sipped his tea quietly and replied.

“Would you show me first? If you show the Emperor, you might monopolize his favor.”

Ian pondered the Chancellor’s words as he took a bite of the refreshments.

Back when he was the youngest in the planning team, he had once had the chance to present his plan directly to the CEO. The outcome had been disastrous because his superiors, unfamiliar with the work, couldn’t back him up.

He learned that ‘reporting’ wasn’t just about sharing what you did but also about building allies.

While there were superiors who tried to take credit, the Chancellor wasn’t that kind of person. Especially not with royal family matters.

“With your support, Chancellor, persuading the Emperor will be much easier.”

The Chancellor, though maintaining his composure, was inwardly impressed. A fifteen-year-old displaying such political insight was unexpected.

Most would want to report directly to the final decision-maker.

“Not a bad approach. So, what is it you wish to discuss? Your hesitation makes me wonder if it’s something beyond my control.”

“The price of the fish I’ve brought needs to be high, Chancellor.”

The Chancellor smiled, impressed by Ian’s wit.

“Haha, well, I have an eye for valuing fish. Show me, and I’ll ensure you get a good price.”

Hearing this, Ian straightened his expression and spoke seriously.

“Incense and embezzlement.”

At these words, the Chancellor’s hand slammed down on the table.

Bang!

Realizing the identity of the ‘fish,’ the Chancellor’s demeanor changed. Gone was the friendly uncle; now, he was the Emperor’s right-hand man.

“Incense and embezzlement?”

“Yes, and I must add that smuggling is involved.”

“I assume you mean the ‘Sweet Heaven’ incense that’s become popular among the inner palace nobles. I was aware of some smuggling, but…”

The Chancellor couldn’t hide his anger.

“Embezzlement is news to me.”

Seeing the Chancellor’s furious expression, Ian inwardly rejoiced. The items he brought today might score higher points than the detector.

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