Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Confession
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Ching!
A beautiful symphony echoing through the darkness.
"Ehehe... Uhihik!"
In the corner by the bed, on the moldy floor, a pristine white sheet was spread out.
Piled atop it, a massive mountain of silver coins.
And dotted along those gray ridges, like chocolate chips in freshly baked cookies, were golden lumps.
"Haa... It's so damn sexy, my body's tingling all over..."
With trembling hands, he picked up a gold coin and lovingly polished it with a scrap of cloth.
*Rub. Buff. Rub. Buff♡*
*Yah. Han. So. Ri♥*
"Ahang!"
Unable to resist its shiny, lewd gleam, he bit down on it.
The hardness that nearly chipped his teeth.
Pure gold? Plated? He didn't care,
but the metallic tang on his tongue was addictive.
Trusting it wasn't lead poisoning,
"...Can't hold back. Gonna fuck it?"
Shhh!
He buried his face in it.
The scent of money. The most intoxicating aroma in the world, reeking of desire and power.
In this moment, he was king, god, a mountain of massive dick...
"Sniff... Sniff?"
But amid that ecstatic capitalist bliss,
a foul, alien stench intruded.
With a sour expression, he turned around.
On the bed, Rinea was groaning, drenched in cold sweat.
"......"
Beneath the thin blanket, the area around her hips was soaked.
The smell rising from there.
"......Ah, fuck."
Sweet time over.
Reality check begins.
"Haa..."
He hastily swept the mountain of silver coins into a sack.
The gold coins he stuffed deep into his pockets separately.
Then, with a heavy sigh, he rose from his spot.
"What's the point of making money."
He grabbed a wet cloth.
"Still gotta wipe someone else's shit."
His past life overlapped—changing the diapers of his alcoholic father's shitty ass.
That face, drunk off his ass, shitting himself and grinning like an idiot.
Cleaning it up, he'd sworn thousands of times, "Fuck, even if I die in the next life, never doing this shit again."
"......Ugh, ah......"
This time, tending to his legless mother's aftermath.
The only difference was she wasn't laughing happily—she was moaning in pain.
GOD. What did I do wrong?
You fucking bastard.
Grimacing fiercely, he rolled Rinea's body to the side.
Her skeletal frame was so light, a five-year-old's arm could flick it away.
That featherweight pissed him off in a weird way.
She needed to get up and eat properly for her shit to be substantial.
Just leaking watery piss made it harder to deal with.
Wipe, wipe.
He cleaned the soiled area.
Her rotting flesh, inflamed red.
Pus from the decaying stump mixed with excrement, a total mess.
"Eugh... Ah...... It hu......"
"......"
Suppressing Rinea's unconscious writhing,
he worked silently.
.....
After that battle, his whole body went limp.
He roughly wiped his dirty hands,
and collapsed onto the old sack spread on the floor by the bed.
"......"
Only now, hearing Rinea's slightly eased breathing,
he turned over.
He really couldn't stand the sight of her.
And now he had to sleep to wake up for lunch.
Tomorrow, go a bit farther for some new promo—bring a friend, 50 copper discount event...
Knock, knock.
Just as he was closing his eyes,
"......?"
His brows furrowed automatically.
I said I'm off, fuck.
"Who is it."
"......It's me."
From beyond the door, the tiresome glasses-wearing nerd's voice.
"Not now..."
"The tribute isn't my job, alright?"
Without getting up, he snapped curtly from his lying position.
The reply from beyond the door
"Not now... Come out."
was oddly shady, unlike usual.
.....
"......"
Opening the door, Master stood in the hallway.
His earlier tired face gone, replaced by a stiff one.
Cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"What's up? What with that mug. Meet a light elf or something?"
"...Go downstairs."
"Suddenly wha..."
"A guest... is looking for you."
A guest? At this dawn hour?
For a brat like me?
"Hope it's not some lolicon perv."
"...It's not."
Grousing, he clomped down the creaky wooden stairs.
"......?"
The air on the first floor felt off.
Instead of the usual musty mold, something cool and sharp lingered.
And then, he saw.
At the counter, his personal high stool.
There, a silver-haired girl sat with legs arrogantly crossed.
What the hell, why's that bitch here?
And behind her, a hulking brute standing like a pillar, looking mean as hell.
Fuck. Bad vibes.
His brain nearly froze, but he snapped back.
Noble opponent, with a sword guy in tow?
"Oh my! If it isn't you!!"
He dashed down the stairs and flattened himself at her feet.
His perfectly honed dogeza, practiced in spare moments.
"Thank you so much for your grace last time!"
Thud!
Killer move: slam forehead on floor for that thud.
You love this shit, you bitch.
Who knows.
Maybe she'd be pleased, say he's improved, and toss gold like before...
"Cut the act."
A cold voice stabbed his crown.
"......Pardon?"
Lifting his head slightly, the girl was looking down at him, chin propped.
Extremely sour expression.
Why? He'd practiced hard for days like this.
"It's gross. Drop the servile talk. Act normal. Yeah?"
"What... do you mean..."
"I know everything?"
A chilling smile curled her lips.
"A five-year-old brat dominating whores and raking in cash.
Even swallowed the shop owner whole, puppeteering him?"
Master beside her flinched with a fake cough.
She knows he's bought out.
"Wondered what kind of guy had the whole alley buzzing. Tracked it down,
and lo, the name's Leon. No way... Had to check."
Tap. Tap.
Pausing, her slender finger drummed the filthy table,
"Who'd guess... the rat digging through the slop bucket swallowed this place whole."
She hopped off the chair,
bent at the waist right in his face, and whispered.
"Tell me. Which is the real you?
The loyal rat who scraped his body raw to find my ring?
Or... the pimp kid whoring out women old enough to be his mom?"
Cold sweat trickled down his back.
Master, that useless fuck, frozen shut-mouthed,
and the sword hunk glaring like he'd crush him any second.
...Situation grasped.
So,
"......Sigh."
He sprang up.
Dusted the dirt from his knees, straightened his hunched back.
"Seriously, got nothing better to do?"
"Leon!!"
To the startled-shouting Master,
Shing—
"Shut your trap and stay out. We're talking to our lady."
the hunk pressed a gleaming blade to his throat.
Glasses instantly iced over, zipping it.
Yeah. Just stay quiet like that.
"Nothing better to do? What're you on about?"
Eyes back front.
The girl grinning ear to ear, amused as hell.
"So bored you care about some slum kid's business.
Even digging into my background? Time rotting on your hands?"
"Ahaha! That's what you meant?"
She burst into giggles at his mocking tone.
"Yeah. Totally rotting. Bored to death.
But you? Living it up every day."
"Ha... Living it up?"
To her flower-field brain, his daily grind looked fun?
Yeah, life looks like a comedy from afar.
Wanna show her up close.
"You little......"
"Brat."
A dry voice cut in.
His balls twitched.
"Know your place."
...Source over there.
One hand still on glasses' throat, eyes on him.
That mean mug smiling? Scary as fuck.
Suddenly need to piss.
"...Whatever. Got a lot to say, but if I do, might get my throat slit, so holding back."
"Say it. It's fine."
"......Why're you here, then."
Taking back the money already?
"Forgot? Said I'd see you again."
"When..."
[I'll see you again. Don't die till then.]
Oh yeah, something like that.
At least not give-and-take.
Digging his ear with pinky,
"Yeah? Then look all you want."
"......"
"Ah. All you want might be too much, sleepy, so like five minutes max..."
"You."
Arrogantly cutting him off,
"Not curious who I am?"
"Nah?"
"......"
Shing—
"Aah, fine! I'm curious! Super curious!"
He yanked his finger out, yelling desperately.
Real cowardly,
adult pulling sword shit over kid talk.
With the hunk's threats backing her, the girl smugly declared,
"Sharl de Kaintrea."
"Got it."
".....Kaintrea, you know?"
So?
"...Why react like that?"
"Said I got it. You introduced yourself."
"No way... You don't know? The Kaintrea family?"
Nope. How would I?
A five-year-old slum rat has limits on gossip.
Doesn't even know the king's name, just "the king."
No reason to memorize noble houses.
"First time hearing it."
"......Really?"
"That rude too? Just uneducated, don't know."
Glancing at the threat's eyes while saying it.
Slum whore-spawn life sucks.
After a dumbstruck look, she
"...Hm. No, yeah. Could be.
But then... it's not what I expected..."
started mumbling to herself,
like she glitched, talking solo.
Leave her, it'll never end,
"Figure you're noble. That's why I headbutted the floor that day."
"...Huh? Oh. Yeah. Noble."
"Don't know the name, must be some big deal."
"Right. Ducal house."
So now,
"A slum rat like me,
your highness gracing this shithole. Super honored. Happy?"
Please fuck off.
Malnourished kid body is frail.
Exhausted, vision spinning, wanna sleep now.
She stared hard for a bit,
"Yeah. You get it, so it matches what I thought."
"Cool. Then now..."
"So now, I'll say what I planned."
Hands on hips, chin up arrogantly,
"I like you. Be mine."
Out of nowhere, a confession slammed in.
.....
Told ya,
lolicon pervs are trouble.
No, it's not.