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“Ha ha, how ridiculous. Do you think you can play God? Let’s see, even if nails are driven into your body, would you still speak like that?”

“Cawk! I rarely agree with Puppeteer! It’s only right to be pecked by the beak of a Southern Griffin!”

Two pairs of eyes gleam blackly as if they were bottomless pits.

Loudly chattering, Puppeteer and Crow exude a thick murderous intent towards me.

And also, sharp gazes poured towards me.

It was not unexpected.

If there’s no backlash against someone who suddenly claims to be a god, wouldn’t that be strange?

‘It makes me realize how smoothly things went during the sword demon time.’

He had been with the organization for a long time and had firm faith,

And above all, it was easy to deceive since I lent a helping hand during an urgent situation.

‘I have no common ground with these people.’

So I must prove it myself.

In front of them, I must show that I am a god worthy of worship.

Sharp thorns seem to pierce and tear through my body.

Overt hostility tears through me from head to toe, maintaining its dominance.

Suddenly, bloody nails float near Puppeteer.

And the griffin grows larger and sprouts another leg, displaying its majesty.

Their animosity seems ready to attack at any moment.

I sigh as if it’s truly regrettable.

“Ha, who would have thought that my most loyal followers would make such a foolish choice.”

“Bullshit. Yeah, if you’re a god, you should easily deflect these kinds of attacks, right? Let’s see you take it!”

“Cawk!”

Immediately, Puppeteer rushes forward laughing, and Crow spreads its ominous claws.

[Boss]

[Puppeteer]

[Boss]

[Tamer]

“How reckless.”

Even as I speak,

My mind busily searches for the optimal plan.

The opponent is at the same executive level as the sword demon.

Obviously, their strength is considerable, having been tested in the original work.

Just the fact that the system gives them the title ‘Boss’ shows how formidable they are.

‘Both were tricky types because of their special gimmicks.’

It’s not that I cannot defeat them.

I understand their attack patterns and special gimmicks, so I could win in a fight.

“But even then, knowing how to embrace calamity truly makes one formidable. Come at me.”

But to win so disgracefully would be meaningless.

If a god shows a fight equal to his followers, it won’t inspire any faith.

I summon the secret weapon I prepared for this moment.

-Then, I’ll leave it to you.

-What are you all dressed up for, calling me out here? You’re acting strange again.

‘Hmm?’

Bathory seems slightly disappointed.

I thought there wasn’t much left to disappoint in the usual affairs.

Though grumbling from the shadows, she soon summons her magic.

-I thought I might enjoy my youth… but perhaps the problem is what I expected of you. Well, I’ll play along.

‘A few hundred years old and talking about youth.’

But I couldn’t say that.

Pretending not to hear, I made a request to her.

-Please don’t kill them by misjudging your strength. They all have their uses.

-Blood?

“…I’ll give you mine later. How about replenishing the magic stone in the necklace?

“Hehe. Your blood, that would be more than enough for a profitable deal.”

BAM

As soon as Bathory’s telepathy ended,

A gigantic iceberg that I had seen a few days ago in the training ground blossomed from the tent.

Of course, it was different from the magic of a novice noble who only focused on height and dodging.

“Krak! What the, my nails…! What on earth did you do?!”

“Cawk….”

Puppeteer’s limbs and the nails in the air.

The griffin’s wings and claws.

All their means of attack were swallowed by the iceberg, and they were rendered completely immobile.

They twitched like taxidermied experimental insects.

It was exactly the outcome I had wanted.

Truly overwhelming,

I had to instill the notion that their resistance was as futile as that of insignificant bugs.

Still, I was somewhat impressed by the greater power than expected.

Ice may be less practical than other elemental magic in combat, but it seems quite effective in this case.

‘Isn’t this just the perfect ability for bounty hunting?’

There might be some injuries, but no threat to life.

And once encased in ice, they won’t easily escape.

At the very least, they’ll find it hard to run away due to frostbite…

“As you requested, I finished without a single scratch.”

“Thank you. You’ve been a great help.”

“Hehe, it’s a vassal’s request. It’s just what I do as your contractor, don’t make too much of it.”

Since I’m collecting blood anyway, might as well make it look good.

Putting aside any distractions,

I walked towards those trapped in the ice with a smirk.

“Would it really matter if I took your lives now? The god you so loudly claim to be, isn’t that life also mine?”

“Ha! Do you think threatening me will work?”

Instead, Puppeteer screamed at me.

But,

Looking into its deeply sunken knot-hole eyes, I whispered,

“Oh, so you show your bravery because you’re not the main body. Do you really think I can’t find where the true you is?”

“……!”

The wooden puppet, which had been lively just moments before, now stiffened like a statue.

Leaving such a puppet behind, I stood up and clicked my tongue.

“If you understand, then remember this: your lives are as fragile to me as candles in the wind.”

“…Keuk.”

“Keuk.”

“Cawk… Understood.”

Although the reaction was a bit violent, I was satisfied with how smoothly the ‘persuasion’ went.

The first meeting was the worst,

But once I demonstrate a superior power like this,

Subduing them becomes easy.

In fact, overwhelmed by the results, the two no longer showed any signs of resistance.

The real problem was on this side.

“You are strong.”

“It was a fun diversion after a long time.”

“Still, that fact doesn’t make you a calamity.”

-True zealot.

This ‘fortune teller’ was the real mountain I had to overcome, thoroughly armed with theory and faith.

“I heard from the Sword Demon. You are said to be a new calamity unknown until now, the Calamity of Many Faces.”

“So,”

“Such a calamity does not exist.”

Squinting her wrinkled eyes, the old woman shot back with a piercing gaze,

“There are only four disasters that can destroy the world! Each one with its own characteristics in its respective region.”

She is right.

The disaster of famine in the East devours all abundant resources.

The disaster of death in the West takes away all life.

The disaster of hordes in the South subjugates the beastfolk under its control.

The disaster of domination in the North subjugates the demons under its control,

Each of the four disasters possesses unique traits and has the potential to devastate the Manhett Empire.

‘Sharp insight indeed.’

Truly, the top zealot within the organization.

It appears she has thoroughly understood the god she must serve.

“Now, you who call yourself the Calamity of Many Faces, how do you intend to destroy the world?”

However, her eyes harbored not only doubt.

Trying to guess about it.

-It’s unsettling.

-What is?

-Should I say it feels unpleasant because it’s déjà vu…? While asking if you’re real, the very act of her desperation seems… rather like she hopes you are the disaster.

It was just as Bathory said.

Expectation and desperation.

The emotion stemming from her faith was not only evident from her expression but could also be guessed from her gaunt arms gripping the chair.

Despite such thorough scrutiny.

There lurked dark and vile emotions in the fortune teller’s eyes, hoping for another calamity to emerge and doom this world.

“Fortune teller, restraint is essential. Why is this old one getting excited?”

The Sword Demon supported her as she nearly fell and seated her back on the chair.

And then,

“A method to destroy the world.”

It was a question within expected limits.

I tilted my head and looked down at the old woman.

Now, I will become a truly vicious calamity.

To the extent that I stand shoulder to shoulder with those four with transcendent abilities.

Ending with such self-suggestion,

“Why should I destroy the world?”

“…What?”

The response I gave left the old woman with a distant gaze agape.

It was likely an unsatisfactory answer to her.

And to the executives here as well.

Questioning the existence of calamities and the necessity of destruction, I must have seemed far removed from their god.

[Grandeur (Rank: S) is activated.]

[You leave a strong impression on everyone present.]

But as much as that.

That clumsy rebuttal was enough to capture everyone’s attention,

“Kyahaha! No words left, so he’s just beating around the bush! The fortune teller hit the mark! He’s just a brute with strength, not a calamity!”

“Cawk! Agreed! If we all unite our powers now, we can defeat him!”

Ignoring the losers still struggling in the iceberg,

“It can’t be. Then what I believed in…”

“Was not a calamity.”

The Sword Demon and fortune teller, mingled with disappointment and confusion.

I whispered to them, heads bowed,

“Because destruction is something that humans will bring upon themselves.”

As always, exaggerated gestures captivate everyone’s attention.

Arms widely spread.

Neck slightly tilted.

The sound of feet rolling on the ground.

After ensuring that even the shadows paid attention,

I whispered in a deeply regrettable voice.

“Envy, jealousy, doubt, greed, arrogance… Humans are too busy tearing each other apart and fighting because of their own ugly emotions.”

-…Didn’t you once call it a delicacy? Truly, the skill of speaking out of both sides of your mouth is unmatched…

Ignoring the rebuttal ringing in my head,

I stepped towards the fortune teller and took her hand.

Her skin was rough with wrinkles and had lost its elasticity, sagging loosely.

As I gazed into her eyes, which had begun to pale,

I looked around at the audience.

Perhaps swept up in the mood,

Both Puppeteer who had attacked me first and the Tamer,

Even the Sword Demon, who should be closest in guarding the fortune teller,

And even the fortune teller herself,

Could not shake off my touch.

I gently grasped her hand, then let it go while shrugging my shoulders.

“I merely incite such people. The world’s destruction is like a sheet of ice; a slight push is all it takes to accelerate its momentum.”

“That means…”

“I don’t possess transcendent abilities like famine and death. Nor do I command vast armies that can cover continents like the hordes and domination. However, destruction doesn’t need such grandiose things. They’ll walk that path on their own.”

The play had reached its climax.

With relish, as if immensely entertained, and deliberately making my voice tremble,

I gave those calling for destruction the answer they desired.

“Politics is said to be the adjustment of mutual interests and conflicts. Wouldn’t you want to see a city filled with such vermin, trapped in distrust and doubt, collapsing on its own?”

-Under the disaster of the Central region, Calamity of Many Faces.

-Under the disaster of the Central region, Calamity of Many Faces.

Everyone twitched as Bathory and I released our telepathy simultaneously.

Seeing their reaction, I smirked and pointed my finger under this tent.

The implication was simple.

You know of the East, West, South, and North, but the disaster of the Central region has never shown itself before, right?

And,

Meaning, come under my command.

-Thud.

Just as I intended,

A sound came from beneath my feet.

“I greet the Calamity of Many Faces!”

The first to kneel was the Sword Demon.

Having received my help, he was also the quickest to accept.

“Cough. I greet the Calamity of Many Faces.”

Next to kneel, with a rough cough, was the old woman pressing her forehead to the ground.

In the voice of the fortune teller, an undeniable joy was thickly laid.

‘After all, it’s as if the zealot has met their god in person.’

How her brain must be saturated with dopamine.

Tears of joy flowed incessantly from her wrinkled cheeks like a broken faucet, unable to stop.

Noticing her even more intense reaction than the Sword Demon,

Suddenly, those who had been released from the ice by Bathory, discreetly dispelled, also knelt down.

“…I greet the Calamity of Many Faces.”

“Cawk! I greet the god.”

Although the form of Puppeteer and Crow was less dignified than the others,

“Why, don’t you doubt anymore? Didn’t you ask for proof? There’s still much I haven’t revealed.”

“Oh, no, O Calamity! Please forgive these foolish ones who dared to harbor doubt!”

“If you permit, I’ll punish them at once…!”

“With my own hands, I’ll tear them apart right now!”

‘…Hmm?’

In a rush, amid the melodramatic reactions of the Sword Demon and the fortune teller, I quickly stopped her.

“I did say it was just for fun.”

“……! I am deeply sorry for not fully grasping your generous intent!”

“Apologies!”

The fortune teller, who twists her words as easily as the tongue in her mouth with just a single phrase.

…Something about it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

‘Honestly, I didn’t expect it to work this well.’

I would have been fortunate to get half of the executives on my side,

But the fortune teller, whom I thought would be the most difficult to persuade, reacting like this, unexpectedly left me the one embarrassed.

…Well, still, good is good.

The plan to slowly consume Kerzo has been completely revised.

Now, I am the master of Kerzo.

A smile spread across my face, having gained another useful chess piece to maneuver as I wish.

-Such a disgraceful god you are. Perhaps you should try to hide your laughter.

-Such frivolous deities are necessary too. That’s what makes mythology interesting.

-Smooth talker, aren’t you?

Unfortunately,

That has been proven through the history of mankind.

Zeus was a philanderer, and Loki was a trickster, but they are the most entertaining, aren’t they?

-At least the mythology I create won’t be petty and boring.

-Let’s see about that.

With that joke, I fixed my gaze into the void.

[You have persuaded all the executives of Kerzo.]

[Rank A: Dual Reputation Applied]

[A new reputation subject, ‘Calamity of Many Faces,’ has been registered.]

Like a reward for having persuaded everyone in Kerzo, a sparkling system message appeared.

But that wasn’t the end.

There was also new information, unseen in the original.

[You have founded a religion.]

[The religion system has been unlocked.]

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-Ah, this voice…! Indeed, as the incarnation of calamity, it’s an exact match.”

Surprise mingled with pleasure in the Sword Demon’s voice.

“Ah, I too have heard about the story of my compatriot from the Calamity of Many Faces. He said you handle the sword exceptionally well!”

I kindly responded in kind.

-Ahem. Calamity said that? Uhaha! Well, among those I’ve trained with below, I am indeed the best!”

The fact that his idol had praised him seemed to bring him great joy.

His uncontrollable laughter mixed into his voice.

“However, it seems that he has some concerns.”

-…What do you mean?

“The current operation of Kerzo. Of course, it’s not that he sees it all negatively. In fact, he couldn’t help but admire how far this force has managed to come.”

The timing and the target were perfect.

It was easy for Kerzo’s terrorist members to blend in during the coming-of-age ceremony, when the most outsiders were present.

And if the crown prince were to be injured, it would be the icing on the cake for me.

‘Specifically, it could create problems in producing an heir.’

Unfortunately, in the group project to prevent destruction, the crown prince was an indispensable force.

However, if there were issues with the emperor’s essential requirement of succession, the engagement with Luciana might also dissolve.

Furthermore, the crown prince’s own power would diminish.

Isn’t that killing two birds with one stone?

“However, he said there are many problems with that method.”

-Um. The Calamity said?

“Yes. That’s why I’ve contacted you. I would like to carry out that brilliant intention myself… Unfortunately, as I usually work alone, I have no influence over your decision-making.”

Thus,

“Would you step in and make changes to the operation plan?”

I might not be able to, but you can. I offered him a sweet poison—the task that the ‘Calamity’ himself desires.

A long career in the heretical Kerzo, always on the front lines, assuming dangerous roles.

Isn’t he the right talent for the job?

To ensure the crown prince’s coming-of-age ceremony is thoroughly disrupted.

I made that suggestion to the Sword Demon.

But then,

-Um. Well… I really can’t do that.

I hadn’t expected a refusal from this zealot.

I was momentarily at a loss for words.

…Could it be, he saw through my intentions?

Various thoughts flashed through my mind.

Kerzo, the self-proclaimed executor of justice.

However, in the end, they are a terror group that despises nobility, hostile forces that worship calamity.

Of course, it’s clear that I wouldn’t be doing anything beneficial in Kerzo, and the most desired outcome would be mutual destruction.

While aiming for the injury of the crown prince, I also intended to completely destroy those guys by sweeping them up and causing devastating damage.

Could it be that they noticed this? It was a moment when I momentarily held back my words.

– Oh vessel of calamity, it’s awkward for me to say this, but I’m not talented in that area.

“…What?”

– Talking to convince someone. I absolutely detest it. It’s better for me to swing a sword following someone else’s orders. Sorry I can’t be of help to the calamity.

Fortunately, he did not notice anything strange.

But it was astonishing for other reasons.

‘This is problematic.’

I had planned to use the sword demon as a puppet and lead the meeting.

But this won’t work at all.

While pondering, the sword demon’s voice continued.

– Hmm. Still, there is one good method. As the calamity has said, you seem to be quite eloquent too. It would be better if you persuade us directly.

“…Directly, huh? I don’t know if it might be possible since unlike you, I have no connection with them.”

– That’s the thing, no matter how much I explain, others don’t believe it. They ask where in the world such a calamity exists. It’s frustrating enough to drive one mad.

As if hitting his own chest, sounds thudded from beyond the crystal ball.

I secretly sighed at his uselessness.

I had sent him to increase my influence within Kerzo, but instead, he failed to persuade even a single person and left it up to me.

“..Haha, that’s not too bad either. As one who serves the same calamity, how could I not join in spreading its will? I thank you for giving me this opportunity. So, where should I go?”

Sensing the sharpness in my tone, he hesitated and then spoke.

– I will tell you where our outpost is. All the officers of Kerzo will gather there, waiting for you.

Then, the coordinates that appeared in the crystal ball were south of the academy.

It was near the mountains, outside the city in the central region.

Perhaps because they are heretics outcast by others. 

Indeed, the meeting places are all eerily secluded.

“…I’ll be there soon, my compatriot.”

After ending the communication through the crystal ball, I momentarily tidied the meaningless desk.

“What to do with these?”

The sword demon said that all the officers of Kerzo would gather.

That means, just by gathering a punitive force and taking them there, I’d have the chance to wipe out all the nuisances of the main story.

“Hmm. It’s a definite way, but somehow, it feels lacking.”

I realized this through my recent conversation with the sword demon. The madness born from that faith. If we had such devoted loyalty on our side, willing to risk even their lives, wouldn’t it be quite useful? It’s too valuable a card to simply discard.

“It’s quite valuable as a chess piece. Even its strength is somewhat guaranteed.”

Even the sword demon alone is at the aura expert level, and he has a history of enduring long battles against the dean’s golem troops, who are among the strongest in this universe.

The other officers are also competent in their own right.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.

‘What if I could pull all of them to our side?’

Even if it leads to Luciana’s ruin eventually worsening to the worst case scenario.

Even if she is cast out by the crown prince and disowned by her own family.

-…Hans? These people?

– They are people who will protect Lady Luciana without question or judgment.

– This lady is a woman especially admired by the calamity…! We will serve her!

Wouldn’t it be fine to lead a life on the run with her and a new force?

‘The more escape routes, the better. It won’t hurt to have some insurance.’

Putting aside my delusions, I hurried to prepare to go out.

To bring the heretical Kerzo under my control,

***

Inside the tent where all the officers of Kerzo had gathered.

The sword demon tried to ignore everyone’s attention by closing his eyes.

“So? Sword demon, when is he coming?”

However, he couldn’t shut out their voices.

Agitated by the venomous tone of a young girl’s voice, he looked in her direction.

‘She seems so foolish. As a bastard of nobility, how can she be less mannered than someone like me?’

“Still that talk. Do you really expect me to believe that the calamity personally appeared in front of you?”

Her disdainful laughter at the thought that such an honor could befall someone as insignificant as him made the sword demon’s eyebrows rise in defiance.

‘…No. Why should I get angry at such an ignorant child?’

Within him was also a secret sense of superiority.

The ‘puppeteer’ who played the role of a clever strategist within the organization, leading significant operations.

The fact that he had received the call of the calamity before her.

It was an infinite honor for the sword demon.

“Hmph. I didn’t expect to be the subject of your jealousy.”

Isn’t it true that the truly gifted often receive envy?

It seemed almost understandable why nobles so stoically endure the anger directed at them.

“…Really annoying. How did this stubborn person get to this point?”

The puppeteer showed a bewildered reaction.

Sadly.

She had never encountered such a situation, so that must be why she reacted that way.

‘Being too smart is also not good.’

One should simply accept the divine as it is.

Suspicious, or where is the proof?

Their attitude towards acceptance is already wrong.

With such a mindset, how could they ever serve the calamity?

He couldn’t help but click his tongue.

“…It seems we have a guest.”

Amid their ongoing rivalry, an elderly crone spoke up.

‘The Seer.’

In Kerzo, she was the oldest and also the most powerful, and at her voice, everyone in the tent turned to look at her.

“Caw! Seer! Is the one the sword demon mentioned coming?”

“It seems so. Be cautious.”

Her eyes, which seemed to have forgotten how to open under the pressure of deep wrinkles, faintly lit up.

At the end of her gaze,

A young man, neatly dressed in a suit, entered the tent.

“Oh, my compatriots. It’s nice to meet you.”

He walked in smoothly, scanning the assembly, then tilted his head slightly.

“Sword demon, was what you told me false? I thought all the officers of Kerzo were supposed to be here, but only half are present.”

At the same time,

As soon as the newcomer, who had brazenly made such remarks upon entering, pulled something out from his pocket.

-Swish.

A small dagger was embedded in the hand of Puppeteer and the claw of Crow.

Those seated around looked at him with curious eyes.

How did he pick these two out instantly?

As if he was punishing those who hadn’t come in person.

“Showing off your power as soon as you arrive? Hmm. Quite bold for a fraud?”

“Caw! Arrogant! Arrogant!”

The puppeteer’s voice, laden with murderous intent, and Crow, flapping its wings and causing a commotion.

“Everyone, please calm down.”

As if to soothe them,

The calm voice of the old woman filled the tent.

“Caw. Seer, you’re too lenient! He deserves to be punished!”

“I agree with the ‘Tamer,’ do we have a duty to show respect to someone impersonating the calamity? Besides, they started the quarrel.”

Despite the old woman’s mediation, the puppeteer and Crow still voiced their discontent.

“As you can see. You are being tested right now. You who claim to be a vessel for the calamity.”

“It’s truly bitter to arouse the suspicions of my peers.”

“Of course, the sword demon has been with us for a long time. However, it’s unreasonable to judge you solely based on his word.”

As the sword demon appeared ready to draw his sword in defense,

The Seer slowly continued her words.

“Can you prove it? The disaster you serve, was it the Calamity of Many Faces? We haven’t heard such a name before.”

In the midst of everyone maintaining a solemn demeanor at her subtly sharp-toned voice,

“Ha ha! Did you say ‘Seer’? To demand proof of the divine is truly presumptuous, but given the situation, I’ll play along.”

He seemed unfazed by the atmosphere.

“Wait a moment! Vessel! If you act rashly, who knows how they might react…”

“Don’t worry, sword demon. Surely these yet-to-be-converted compatriots of mine won’t kill me?”

The young man, seemingly dismissing the sword demon’s caution, moved further inside the tent. His fearless steps seemed to attest to his faith.

“Fortunately, I am the very body that can prove him.”

“Oh? That means…”

“I will now summon the calamity here. Consider it an honor.”

“……”

“Though we share the same faith, I am not of the same ilk as you small fry.”

Just as the crow and the puppeteer were about to erupt again at the young man’s statement, which seemed laden with intent,

A storm of mana engulfed the tent.

“What is this…!”

To protect the Seer, who had no combat abilities,

The Tamer, the Puppeteer, and even the sword demon all leapt forward to stand in front of her.

“Ah, it’s been a long time since I’ve dealt with devotees like this.”

When the storm of magic finally subsided,

A voice accompanied by static, whose age or gender could not be discerned,

Suddenly, the entity that was the young man became indiscernible, as if shrouded in thick fog.

Only a faintly shining golden mask was visible to their eyes.

“Why hide anything? I am indeed the Calamity of Many Faces. I am your god. I am the being who wholly absorbs your hatred!”

Too frivolous and playful for a deity,

“Let’s engage then. Try anything you want. A question? I will respond earnestly. An attack? Sure, why is it so hard to entertain the trifles of lesser beings?”

However, the sense of intimidation, as if looking down from above, was unmistakable.

He could well be mistaken for a god.

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“Wow, watching you fall all by yourself due to your own misunderstanding was quite a sight. Well observed.”

After the trial.

A recreated private meeting.

But the atmosphere was markedly different from before.

Ricky’s teacup trembled.

Feasting on his humiliation, I leisurely sipped my tea.

“It seems like the tea brewing skills are improving day by day.”

As if a fully bloomed flower was held in my mouth.

A rich aroma with just the right amount of nutty milk and sweet honey to mask the bitterness.

Truly, it was among the best teas I had ever tasted.

Bathory.

In fact, she might have been better suited to be a maid handling chores rather than a noble vampire.

Of course, I was the only one fully enjoying this.

The counterpart seemed to have no leisure for that.

“Ah, you didn’t add any sleeping potion to this tea, did you?”

“…It’s the tea your maid brought out.”

“Well, I have no knowledge of magic, and even if you added something in a unique way, I wouldn’t know.”

In the end.

Seeing Ricky’s face crumble in lost composure brought a satisfied smile to my face.

Thinking you could behave like this as a minor noble?

Of course, you can.

Right after the disciplinary trial.

Now more than ever, I hold the upper hand, not some prestigious earl or whatever.

“Speak your wish.”

“Me? What I want… I’d like an apology filled with sincerity from Lord Circleia.”

“Stop joking around. There must be a reason you called me here.”

He barely touched the tea to his lips.

With sunken eyes, he opened his mouth again.

“The authority to expel me rests in your hands. If you intended to exclude me, you wouldn’t have arranged this meeting.”

Truly a mage.

It’s hard to believe someone driven by such a thirst for research, who would kidnap me over it, could grasp the crux of the situation.

But.

“You’re well informed.”

“If your request is reasonable, I might consider…”

“Reasonable request? Intentions? Ha, it seems you haven’t grasped the situation yet, Lord Circleia.”

You should have been firm.

If you were going to bow, you should have knelt.

For a loser, pride might as well not exist.

His arrogance still shows he hasn’t realized his situation.

The expulsion declared by Professor Marks.

It sounds simple, but…

“Every noble must graduate from the academy,” according to imperial law, directly affecting his position as head of the family.

Unless Ricky has a brother, it’s a losing battle from the start.

Both he and I know this well.

One side wore a full smile.

And the other twisted a forced grin.

With lowered eyes, Ricky Circleia declared his surrender.

“I misspoke. Say whatever you want.”

“Right. Let’s discuss how to make a sincere apology.”

With his head bowed in dejection, the curly-haired male student. But does he have any cards left to play? Material compensation? His workshop has already been cleared out. Moreover, given the disciplinary trial has tarnished his family’s honor, support would be unlikely.

“Ahem. If you give me some time, I will arrange for some compensation.”

“…How much are we talking about?”

“Ahem. As a servant of the Duke of Speda, you should develop foresight. If I were to become the head of the household…” 

Well, it seems he does have some sense. There was no blatant blame for raiding the workshop, but he hinted at extending time, mentioned an overly optimistic future, and even subtly suggested an investment.

Ricky, now cut off from support, was vividly displaying the poverty of a researcher. Of course, it was just a temporary punishment from the Circleia family. Given his talents, they would likely take him back soon…

“I’m sorry, but I believe the sooner an apology is made, the better. If it’s not something I can receive immediately, it doesn’t really appeal to me.”

“Ahem…”

“I’ll pass on the material compensation. It must be tough just maintaining the workshop.”

“Is that so?”

“You’ll have to make up for it in other ways.”

Even if Ricky Circleia’s reputation has hit rock bottom, his skills haven’t vanished. The most useful way to utilize him was not through other means. Labor, his abilities in magic, ranking him practically first in the department, could be usefully applied in various places.

‘If you’ve done wrong, you ought to make up for it with your body.’

While skilled individuals are useful in any field, magicians belong to a higher class of workforce. They can twist reality to their will and achieve various tasks, even manifesting seemingly impossible feats.

I was already feeling a shortage. Although I was using Bathory and Elizabeth, Bathory couldn’t be utilized immediately due to the dean, and Elizabeth lacked skills beyond her invisibility magic.

‘The problem is, you never know where that guy might jump.’

The strongest magician among the students, capable of expertly handling all types of offensive magic. Definitely a useful workforce, but given his obsession with research, there was also a risk of impulsive actions like this time.

Therefore, someone needed to hold his leash.

-Knock knock.

Just then, the awaited knock sounded.

“Yes, come in.”

“Wait a minute! Weren’t we in the middle of a conversation? At least give me a hint of what you want…”

“Be quiet. Do you plan to disgrace yourself in front of the saint?”

Saint.

Probably the highest-grade material he could have hoped for, his mouth tightened into a straight line.

Soon, a flame of greed flickered deep within his eyes.

‘I had aimed for this, but it’s almost scary how direct it is.’

“There was already a guest here. It seems you and Lord Circleia haven’t finished talking, but I’ll leave you to it.”

Seeing Ricky sitting on the sofa, René could not hide her stiffening expression and naturally turned to leave.

Was this the influence of the disciplinary trial? Or because she was a player who had seen a sad ending? It was curious, but I wondered.

“No! In fact, having the saint here would facilitate our discussion, so please take a seat.”

“But…”

“Ah, I wonder if His Holiness is running short of offerings lately. I’ve heard rumors of blessings slipping away.”

Only after a semblance of threat did she sit down with a reluctant expression.

“Lord Byron, I hope you haven’t forgotten that we are allies.”

“How could I possibly forget?”

“Then, I would appreciate it if you would avoid the methods you’ve already used.”

Rene, however, seemed determined not to be just a victim, as she gave me an uncomfortable smile and voiced her displeasure.

“Perhaps it would be better to confess honestly to the Pope and repent. You never know.”

She was making it clear.

Your threats might annoy me, but they are not unbearable.

“…Haha, there won’t be any more of such issues. Actually, today I gathered us here to make a favorable proposal.”

Since I had no intention of making an enemy of the saint, I quickly patched things up.

But,

I really wonder.

Is this the inherent composure of the original protagonist who leads the story?

Or,

‘Is she also a person who’s been possessed?’

Of course, by her actions, she seems to fit the profile of an assertive K-drama female lead.

It’s just frustrating not being able to properly probe because my own identity and purposes must remain hidden.

“A favorable proposal?”

“Yes. Both in terms of justification and position. I thought there’s no one better suited than the saint to handle the disposition from the disciplinary trial.”

‘The disposition of the disciplinary trial.’

Even Ricky himself twitched at the mention.

“Interesting. You’re entrusting the saint with the disposition? Can you explain more?”

“Of course. It wouldn’t be a bad proposal for Lord Circleia either.”

-Flap.

I handed a piece of paper to both the saint and Ricky.

“What is this?”

“It’s a document imbued with a contract magic. It’s not the type that takes away all mana from the violator but simply sends an alarm to the other party if breached.”

That should be enough.

If the saint, now a witness, reports that Ricky Circleia did not properly follow through with the disciplinary trial’s punishment, his downfall is certain.

This level of penalty was necessary to properly hold his reins.

Of course.

“Please, take a moment to read it.”

How can I efficiently drain him to the marrow?

The content also perfectly encapsulates the essence of my considerations.

-Oh dear, please retract that crude smile. It’s terribly unbecoming of a contractor.

-How crude. Such a choice of words. Let’s just say I’m true to my desires.

Unknowingly, a thrill must have shown on my face.

As I waited for their reactions while bantering with a vampire sending telepathic messages from the shadows.

Especially,

I watched for the expression on Saint Rene’s face.

***

[Hans Byron is referred to as ‘A’, Ricky Circleia as ‘B’, and Rene as ‘C’.]

[‘B’ is the subject of the disciplinary trial’s punishment, under the surveillance of ‘A’ and ‘C’, and must comply with the terms of this contract.]

The passage seems to be from a fictional or gaming context, involving characters and a scenario with complex relations and obligations. 

“The illness can call upon the subordinate whenever it wishes, and as it is the superior party, the subordinate party. 

It’s the same here as it is in Korea with contracts.

After all, it’s only natural since ‘Under the Chandelier’ is a game made in Korea.

Even Ricky Circleia, who’s right next to Hans, can’t say he’s completely unaffected.

Rene, not overly concerned, looked more closely at the contract.

It wasn’t hard to understand.

[The superior party shall inform everyone that the subordinate’s punishment will be community service, giving him a chance to restore his honor.]

[The subordinate’s community service shall be on behalf of the Nepisa Order, with the illness certifying his community service.]

[The subordinate will lend his full strength when the superior and the illness wish it.]

All other explanations are mere formalities.

The last point about ‘full strength’ was immediately noticeable as the crux he desired.

“Community service, did I read that wrong?”

“You’ve read it correctly. Isn’t it a suitable way to atone for your sins?”

“No, it seems like you have other motives beyond just community service.”

Ricky was aware of this, hence the pushback.

Why push for community service when you want to use him whenever it suits you?

“Really, you’re making my mouth hurt, Mr. Circleia. You shouldn’t have any questions about the contract content. After all, you’re the subject of discipline.”

“…Ugh.”

“Rather, you should be grateful it ended like this. Who knows? Considering the symbolism of the Order, perhaps even your tarnished reputation could be restored.”

Only then did Rene understand the justification Hans had spoken of.

The sanctity of the Goddess Nepisa, the long history of the Order, and its life-valuing doctrine.

Certainly, no better organization could exist to embrace a mage who conducted biological experiments.

Moreover, Rene was also accepting Ricky Circleia, enhancing not only her influence but also greatly aiding the image of the Order itself.

But,

‘To use the Nepisa Order like this.’

Who would think of such a thing?

If a crazy game developer includes such a dark plot in a DLC, how on earth are you supposed to clear it?

It almost felt fortunate that the game became a reality.

While Rene was clicking her tongue, Ricky also realized this and reluctantly nodded his agreement.

“That’s true, it’s not bad for me.”

“Of course, it’s up to the Saintess to accept it.”

Naturally burdened with the decision, Rene fell into thought.

‘The only thing bothering me is getting involved with that psycho.’

It was true, though, that outright refusal also left some regret.

‘Ricky is… also the strongest force in the Department of Magic.’

Thanks to his performance in the entrance exam, he ranked second, dominating the top of the Department of Magic.

Rene knew her own situation well.

When it came to actual combat, she would be outmatched by Ricky.

She was specialized in support magic.

To explore the dungeons and opportunities that existed in the game, she desperately needed that ‘force’ to fight on her behalf, blessed by her.

And now, without any effort, to be able to pull him in as an ally.

“…The indoctrination should be handled by the Order. On behalf of the Nepisa Order, I accept this contract.”

“Hehe, what do you think? Does it feel like an alliance now?”

There was no denying it.

She had taken the most necessary action herself.

However, doubts remained. 

‘Why did he involve this side?’

He’s a man who can control Ricky at will through disciplinary trials. 

Even if he had excluded the order and commanded him, his perceived benefit wouldn’t have changed much,

‘…No, there’s no point in dwelling on it.’

He is in a position to gain.

Why bother asking and possibly reconsider his thoughts, wouldn’t it just be a loss?

What’s good is good.

With that decision, Rene kept her mouth shut.

*** 

“Hehe, it went as expected.”

“You really make things complicated.”

In the room, only Bathory remained after everyone had left.

She who had helped create the contract tilted her head and wondered,

“That contract, with its terms of superior and subordinate, and especially why involve a saint, what was the reason for that?”

I just smiled, without answering.

The contract was a masterstroke.

Seeing no reaction from her even after showing the Korean standard contract, it seemed she wasn’t the possessed saint.

Well, it wasn’t that there was no gain from it.

“Ahaha, probably the saint and Ricky had the same question.”

They didn’t ask because there was a benefit for them in it too.

And probably, it’s a reason they will never know in their lifetimes.

‘Well, I need to create connections with the male lead candidate.’

Though I’m also trying to break off Luciana’s engagement, just in case, the saint and the prince absolutely must not get involved.

One Oparn was not enough.

It’s standard to have multiple insurances.

Since Ricky Circleia is also a candidate for the male lead, it would be good to create a connection.

‘If it’s the saint, she might well reform Ricky in the process.’

It’s a sad ending.

Just make sure it doesn’t escalate too far while being observed.

“Tsk, what would Bathory know.”

“…What?”

“The budding romance between young men and women! And the exquisite emotions that spring from it! Hehe, it makes my mouth water just thinking about it.”

But I couldn’t say such a thing, so I just gave a vague response.

I hadn’t said anything incorrect.

My intention was to connect the saint and the male lead candidate.

“…Well, they can just make it up themselves.”

“Huh?”

“It’s nothing! I have things to sort out, I must go!”

Making the person who questioned her feel awkward, she quickly ran out of the room.

Her suspicious behavior was somewhat perplexing, but I let it be.

“Well, she’s left the place to herself. That’s good.”

Ricky’s unexpected actions had caused a slight delay.

But there were preparations to be made.

Soon it would be the prince’s coming-of-age ceremony.

An exceptional event held at the academy, a coming-of-age ceremony for the heir to the nation.

One of the few opportunities for outsiders to visit the academy.

As such,

“It’s a timing too vulnerable to terrorism.”

In the original work, it was also a time when heretics dreaming of world chaos were rampant.

I rummaged through the Anchor returned by Ricky and pulled out a magic stone.

“Ah, can you hear me?”

-…Who is it?

“Good to meet you, compatriot. Are you the sword demon?”

Towards the heretic I was about to meet, I whispered with a hint of laughter.

“How goes the preparation for attacking the academy?”

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“I never thought I would be in this position.”

Professor Marks was troubled by the antics of a student he had been keeping an eye on.

Disciplinary trial.

A mechanism for mediating disputes among noble students.

However, it had long since become ineffective.

Mostly, it’s better to negotiate quietly behind the scenes and move on.

If it goes to trial, it leaves a record.

Not baseless rumors.

A tangible record, and in some cases, even the observers.

It is directly related to the honor of the nobility.

In other words, it’s a measure that’s only used when a conflict has gone too far and become irreparable.

“Hans Byron… what on earth are you doing?”

“Graduating from the academy now proves one’s qualifications as a successor to the family. Being disciplined here could be a fatal blow.”

As such.

It’s clearly a bad move.

Even if Lady Speda joins the royal family, Hans Byron…

The Circleia family will never just let this insult slide.

With a deep sigh, Professor Marks looked around the audience in the auditorium.

“Wow, a disciplinary trial, they’re really doing it.”

“Even the seniors said this has never happened before.”

“Haha! This batch is not only talented but also quite entertaining!”

“Principal, please maintain some dignity…”

Starting with a crowd of teachers and students.

“Young Master Circleia is facing a disciplinary trial?”

“The opponent is audacious. What confidence they must have to challenge him.”

“Let’s hope we look good after it ends. Did you bring the gift for after the victory?”

Key stakeholders of the Magic Tower looking out for their own interests.

“Hans…! What kind of trouble are you stirring up now?! Your opponent is Count Circleia!”

“Brother surely has his reasons. Do not be too hasty, fiancée.”

Including Hans Byron’s fiancée, a young lady from the Frontal Count family, and his acquaintances.

The auditorium where the trial was taking place was bustling with no space to spare.

None of them were easy opponents.

But of course.

It was essentially a battlefield where the Western Magic Tower clashed with the Northern Speda!

Another line of worry appeared on Professor Marks’ face.

The problem was, he had essentially become the final decision-maker of this trial.

He could not help but ask the parties involved.

“Why? May I ask why I was assigned the role of judge?”

“Well, as a commoner, you might be able to deliver a fair judgment, free from the interests of the nobility, I guess.”

With half-closed eyes and a sly smile, Hans Byron’s argument seemed plausible. However, the glimpse of a pendant around his neck revealed his true intentions. 

“Why didn’t student Ricky Circleia reject his proposal?”

“Well, you, Sir Marks, are known for treating all nobles equally and for your emphasis on manners.”

A male student with sharp eyes nodded in agreement.

“I trust you’ll make a wise decision on your own.”

“Ha, pushing it through with authority, will that really work?”

“Hmph, do you think you’re taking his side because he showed you shallow kindness? Foolish.”

“What a great critic we have here.”

A tense standoff with no concessions.

“Please, be decorous.”

The elderly man adjusted his necktie.

Magic Tower?

This young noble seems unaware, but he is deeply entangled with it due to a past grudge.

Hans Byron?

It was just a fleeting interest.

The massive forces behind both of them?

Neither interest nor sway me.

A sharp light shone in the old professor’s eyes.

What he sees is strictly about right and wrong.

“Then, understanding that both parties agree, I will begin the disciplinary trial.”

Accompanied by the sound of a heavy wooden gavel.

A solemn voice filled the auditorium.

***

“Hans Byron will be defended by Luciana Speda, and Ricky Circleia will represent himself, correct?”

Everyone nodded at Professor Marks’ declaration.

What followed was the time for arguments.

“May I speak?”

“Proceed.”

“I’ll be straightforward. The opponent, Ricky Circleia, has crossed the line.”

Luciana’s tone, as chilling as the howling wind, was mirrored by her eyebrows furrowing deeply.

‘How can she look so pretty even when she’s angry?’

Ahem. Focus.

Now is not the time to be mesmerized by Luciana.

I too responded in tune with her.

“Let me explain the situation. Despite having sent me an invitation, Ricky Circleia carelessly served me tea laced with a sleeping potion upon my arrival. Afterwards, I was confined in a remote location, shackled with a device that sealed my mana.”

Murmurs and reactions rippled through the audience.

“Kidnapping? Confinement? Did I hear that right?”

“…But he is a noble after all, bestowed with a noble status by the Emperor himself, not a commoner, and you’re telling me he imprisoned another noble?”

The use of force among nobles is only allowed in special circumstances like duels and territorial wars.

That’s why their shock was understandable.

“It’s not just that! After kidnapping me, he even attempted to perform biological experiments on me!”

Deliberately left marks from shackles.

The audience showed sympathy as they saw my perfect portrayal of a victim.

‘The atmosphere is good for now.’

Sometimes, emotional appeal can be more persuasive than rational judgment.

Whether it’s a judge or a jury.

One cannot ignore public opinion.

“Hmm. I have heard your valuable opinion. Do you have any evidence to support your statement?”

“Please examine the ingredients of the sleeping potion I was able to recover when I was kidnapped, the shackles used during my confinement, and this ledger!”

Naturally, these were direct evidence from the scene, leaving no room for tampering.

“…The order of the Academy has hit rock bottom.”

Professor Marks’ voice grew colder as he quickly scanned the ledger.

“Ricky Circleia, I would like to hear your defense. Is this really true?”

“…Hmm. Yes, it’s true. I did imprison him, and I even attempted to conduct biological experiments.”

Yet, Ricky Circleia, with his eyes closed, calmly nodded his head.

His clean admission startled the audience, and they began to murmur.

“…What did Circleia just say?”

“Kidnapping a noble? If other families hear about this—”

“However, there is a point that needs to be clarified.”

“Clarified? Do you think there’s room for leniency in the crime you committed?”

Despite Professor Marks’ cold disdain.

Ricky Circleia, looking this way, grinned fiercely.

“If my actions were directed towards a noble, the judge is right. However, I merely preemptively subdued a criminal, a violent criminal at that.”

“…A violent criminal?”

“If he’s a demon looking to invade our Manhett Empire’s territory, then isn’t it appropriate to call him that?”

If I had stirred the judge and audience’s sympathy with tears and talk of biological experiments,

He touched their emotions in a different way.

Anger.

In the Manhett Empire, being called a demon is inherently repulsive, as they are considered the archenemy.

The emotion he chose to invoke was effectively directed in another way.

A courtroom filled with eerie silence.

With sharp gazes piercing through,

“Are you saying that student Hans Byron is a demon?”

“You’ve seen correctly.”

“Such an outrageous claim needs further explanation. You’ll need to present evidence to convince both me and the spectators.”

Under Marks’ questioning, he shrugged his shoulders and handed over a document.

“What is this?”

“Originally, humans are not physically suited for using magic. They need to have a ring created in their heart to assist them. You know this too, don’t you, Professor Marks?”

“That’s correct. What does this have to do with Hans Byron being a demon?”

“It’s completely relevant.” 

His finger pointed at me.

“I confined him and checked myself. The document I just gave to the professor contains research on vampires originally held at the Magic Tower and details the similarities in his mana usage.”

“…Hmm.”

“The conclusion has been reached both at the Magic Tower and in our family. He is undoubtedly a demon, a vampire skilled in magic!”

His face overflowed with arrogance, as if he had already won.

Ricky pointed at me with a smile on his face.

“I state as a mage. Hans Byron, who is a mage without a circle, is not a noble of our Manhett Empire. He could be a demon.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtroom started buzzing like a marketplace.

“A demon?”

“But if that’s the case, shouldn’t we clarify more? This suspicion seems too far-fetched…”

From those who looked at the situation reasonably.

“The Magic Tower’s endorsement is infallible.”

“Why aren’t we arresting him right away?!”

Those swept up by the rabble-rousers and the manipulative authorities.

I felt Ricky Circleia mocking me with his gaze.

It seems he had been quietly awaiting the trial for this moment.

‘After all, agitation only works if it first catches attention.’

And to catch attention, there must be an audience to be swept up.

Indeed, the packed crowd in the venue was also tuning into another topic of conversation.

Looking at the diverse reactions from the audience, his intentions seemed to have hit the mark.

But.

-Are you ready?

-Um. Perhaps it’s better if you rebut this yourself.

It feels like I’d be stealing your credit, my lord.

-No. Now is exactly the time to show as a leader, how you value your subordinates and also strategically suppress your opponents!

Luciana hesitated, flicking her lips, then stood up.

“Ricky Circleia. There’s a flaw in your statement.”

As if the previous commotion had never happened, everyone held their breath at her cool rebuttal.

“Lady Luciana. It seems you are greatly shocked that your cherished subordinate is a demon, but accept the reality. He is…”

“No, shut up, are you testing my patience right now? Keep your mouth shut and listen carefully.”

Feeling that the atmosphere was ominous, Ricky hurried to interrupt Luciana’s words, but she did not allow it.

-Do not allow his rebuttal at all. He calls himself a mage, but he’s good at spinning words with his cunning tongue. We hold the authority here, so we might as well break through head-on, even if it seems forced.

…Who is talking to whom.

With a wry smile at my advice, Luciana acted as I had instructed.

-Let’s go in order. Starting with my origins.

“Every single thing you’ve said doesn’t make sense. Even though he comes from a baronial family, hasn’t he held a noble position for a long time?”

Yes.

To label me a vampire based solely on my mana usage, there are too many inconsistencies.

For instance, legitimacy and origin.

“That’s right. His claim would mean the entire Byron baronial family are vampires.”

“To doubt a noble family appointed by the Emperor. This could be treason…”

Empowered by the murmuring of the audience, Luciana added her point.

“Do the Magic Tower and the Circleia family wish to undermine the foundation of this country?”

While fanning herself and covering her mouth,

The sorrowful arc of her eyebrows painted her as a lady skilled in politics.

“That can’t be! Don’t blur the issue, Lady Luciana! We might need to examine that issue later, but right now, we should be discussing Hans Byron’s method of using mana.”

“Aha, did you mention the mana usage of vampires?”

“Yes! Until that is clarified, the Speda family who employed him should also be held responsible!”

Indeed, I am using vampire blood magic.

But does that necessarily need to be problematized?

-Let’s set our foolish young master straight on the facts.

-I see why you often do this. The feeling of manipulating someone in the palm of your hand. Hmm. Not bad.

It seemed like I was leading our lord down a dubious path,

But so what.

“One knows, two do not, such a pitiful man.”

“What did you say?!”

“You’re not well-informed about the north. Have you ever heard that I defeated a high-ranking demon?”

-Snap.

She closed her fan, revealing a confident smile.

“Among them were vampires.”

“…What are you trying to say?”

“Ah, nothing much. Just that the arguments you’re spouting are quite amusing. I only informed the royal family due to certain circumstances, but our family is currently extracting information from the demons I’ve captured.”

-About the internal affairs of the Eblon Empire, or perhaps the magic usage of vampires.

As Luciana finished speaking, Ricky and all those supporting him were left stunned.

The blood magic you so loudly proclaim?

It’s nothing special.

Just spoils from a battle against the demons.

“However, I am already on the path of Aura. I had my mage servant learn that method. Have you realized now what your misunderstanding was?”

Ricky’s face turned pale as he realized that his only way out was actually a rotten rope.

His mistaken assumptions had led to flawed evidence.

And now, all that remained was his disgraceful behavior of kidnapping and imprisoning a noble.

…A disgrace to his nobility.

When such thoughts presumably flowed from somewhere, everyone inevitably nodded, and

“Well then, I wonder if there’s even a need for my verdict. It seems like everyone is of the same mind.”

With Professor Marks’ declaration of what was essentially a victory.

The disciplinary trial concluded with a satisfying outcome, the downfall of Ricky.

Of course.

‘It’ is not over yet.

‘The extent of the disciplinary trial’s punishment depends entirely on the victim.’

In an academy where student governance is key, the judge only determines right from wrong.

Deciding the punishment was my role.

From now on.

It was time for the true ‘behind-the-scenes negotiations’ that Luciana was unaware of.

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