Chapter 240: A House Without My Younger Sister, with a Dragon, Me, and Mom
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 240: A House Without My Younger Sister, with a Dragon, Me, and Mom
After hearing the details directly from Alicia over the phone, the situation was a total shitshow.
However, thanks to that suspiciously competent pervert bastard twisting the story this way and that, we managed to stall for time without any major issues. I couldn't help but feel a bit bewildered by the news that the Empire and the United Kingdom were starting to view me as a useful mediator or some kind of fount of wisdom.
Usually, a mediator with no power or authority—only ability—is treated as a disposable pawn. Yet, that suspiciously perverted guy had the sheer gall to tell them he’d record every conversation and play it back to the other side, leaving both parties with a great impression. He had perfectly solidified a stance of absolute neutrality, and hearing about it honestly left me appalled.
It made me wonder even more why that suspicious pervert was working as a teacher.
No, I was simply curious about what on earth could have transformed a piece-of-trash pervert teacher who used to sexually harass kids into such a monster.
Anyway, armed with the career experience report (ghostwritten) sent by Tiria and the career experience report (ghostwritten) sent by Lee Ji-yeon, I was able to proudly claim first place in the career experience activity.
"See, brat? Your big brother is number one."
"Su-yeon is going to feel so robbed. You only got extra points because you're a boy, Oppa."
"Quiet! Who cares about quantity! I won based on quality!"
"So did you both get the Grand Prize again?"
That damn girl, Im Su-yeon, had gone on a ridiculous tear during those three weeks. She experienced six different jobs, received letters of recommendation from every single one, got scholarship offers from two, and even a university track offer from another.
No matter how I looked at it, this was impossible unless she’d bribed someone just to beat me. It felt so unfair that I was the one feeling bitter.
I wondered what I had done in a past life to deserve being compared to such a monster every single time.
"Your brother is studying, so don't annoy me."
"You're just going to lose to Su-yeon anyway. Ouch!"
Since the youngest had crossed the line, I started by giving her a noogie.
"Stupid Oppa...! You hit me again!"
"You hit me plenty when we were little."
"I don't even remember that!"
Gracia acted as if her conscience had evaporated, pretending the things she’d done never happened.
"Oppa, you're not even a match for one of my fists... Ouch! You did it again!"
"Is that any way to talk to your brother?"
It was honestly surprising that a child with a talent for spellcasting was born into a family of knights. It made no sense that a mere brat had already started on the basics of high-rank magic.
According to Teacher Yvette, her achievements were enough to shock even the geniuses of the Imperial Academy. But to me, she was just a cheeky brat, so giving her noogies whenever I was bored had become part of my daily routine lately.
If we actually fought, the youngest would win, but thanks to Mom’s thorough protection and the aunts' gaslighting—brainwashing her with "You must not hit your brother" and "You must protect your brother"—the instances of her attacking me had almost vanished recently.
Of course, I said almost, not entirely. So, it was my job to keep her on a tight leash by making Mom’s "hole" tighten up—the only person who could truly control the brat.
"Daughter... Son... Mom's... business trip is finally over... let me sleep..."
For the record, we were currently flanking Mom on both sides of the bed. She had neglected us for three weeks for some secret mission—the nature of which I didn't know—and had collapsed onto the bed the moment she got home.
"Mom, Mom! I decided to enter a magic competition this time!"
"Sow... I mean, Mom! Let's sleep together tonight~!"
Looking at her plump, royal backside and the massive breasts spilling out to the sides as she lay face down, my little guy started to get quite restless. If the brat hadn't been there, I would have stripped her panties off right then and there and "regressed" back into the hole I was born from. But because of this brat who loved Mom way too much, I couldn't engage in any fun adult play.
"Yes, daughter... good job... Son... Mom is tired today... let's play a lot tomorrow... Seriously, I feel like I'm going to die..."
This sow, who would normally be crawling on all fours barking like a dog or oinking like a pig the moment I took off my pants, was talking nonsense. I wasn't going to let her off easy tonight; I’d make her deal with me until she pissed herself.
"Mom~ Mom~ listen! Teacher Yvette said I can start learning high-rank magic!"
The youngest clung to her. Seeing her cling to my sow as if she owned her made my competitive streak flare up.
"Sow— Mom! Mom! I got the Grand Prize this time!"
Ame Cal Degrain looked back and forth between us with half-overturned eyes, then pulled her phone out of her pocket. She pressed and held the number 0.
"Hindel... save me..."
The moment Mom said that, I felt a massive surge of mana.
"Ame!!!! What happened...!"
The Red Dragon came rushing in. Seeing the two of us on either side of her, she just blinked, unable to process the situation.
"Aunt Hindel!"
I wondered what was so great about this Red Dragon who was obsessed with eating her mother, but the youngest jumped up and threw herself into Hindel's arms.
Mom seemed relieved the moment she saw Hindel and buried her face back into the bed as if she’d fainted.
"Pap— I mean, Yong-hwan. What's going on?"
"Her three-week secret trip is over and she wants to rest, but she says she's dying because we're asking her to play!"
I gave a brief explanation. Hindel looked flustered, staring blankly at Mom's back before letting out a long sigh.
***
In my past life, there was a country called Britain. There was a time when it was at its absolute peak, adorned with titles like "the empire on which the sun never sets" and "the glorious whatever."
Some people mistakenly believe the driving force behind that was scientific technology or trade prowess, but those were mostly secondary. It was only possible because they sucked every bit of GDP out of India, the so-called "Jewel in the Crown."
They just managed to snowball that advantage well.
Anyway.
Everyone knows India has a huge population and a massive landmass, but at the end of the day, it was just one part of Earth.
So, what about this place, which has colonies on a planetary scale?
Even the Demon Realm isn't just a planet; it's a "Realm." The fact that they don't call the Earth Colony a "Realm" but just the Earth Colony should have been a subtle hint that something was off.
Unlike Murim, where there's unofficial exchange and the land hasn't been properly surveyed, Earth is under such perfect control that they've divided the population and land to establish Governor-General's Offices. Yet, they still call the planet "Earth" according to the locals' wishes.
From that, we can easily infer that the Demon Realm consists of at least two or more planets.
For the record, I've never been there and have hardly learned anything about its culture, so I'm mostly just guessing.
Why am I bringing this up?
"Really?! Really?! I can really go play there?!"
"I have chartered the entire place for now. I shall provide attendants, so go and enjoy yourself for three days."
In this crazy world that counts colonies by the planet, just how rich would Hindel Dun Vurdia be? She was the top dog of the mafia, thugs, and Yakuza—the atrocious cancer of society that messed around in the underworlds of both the Empire and the United Kingdom.
"...Isn't it about time for them to open?"
"A single call will resolve it. I shall provide the compensation."
Chartering an amusement park might be a common cliché, but this was my first time seeing someone kick out everyone who was already there to enjoy it. Even in my second playthrough, I couldn't help but be taken aback.
"No, but still... there must be many people who came with their families..."
"At most, fifty thousand."
The youngest, hearing the news that she could finally go to the amusement park she’d been begging Mom for, didn't seem to care at all about the fact that fifty thousand people were about to become victims.
"Hindel! Wait! Wait a second!"
"Hmm? Papa, what is it...?"
Before I could hear Hindel's full response, I grabbed the youngest, who was already packing her bags.
"Do you know that if you pay a lot more money at that amusement park, you can ride things without waiting in line?"
The "rich people's tickets," also known as priority passes, were famous.
"Huh? There's something like that? I'd feel bad asking Aunt Hindel for that, though..."
The brat had no idea the Red Dragon was planning to kick everyone out; she was actually planning to go and wait in line.
And I knew very well that in this place, which had perfectly imported vulgar capitalism, there were tickets even better than priority passes.
"I'll talk to Hindel and get you the best tickets, so you have to listen to me from now on, okay?"
"You're talking like you're the one buying them. Well, I'd appreciate it if you did."
It seemed this brat was starting to lose her manners as puberty approached.
I really wanted to see her suffer in a long line, but right now, fifty thousand innocent people were at risk of being forced into better hotels or better tourist spots, so I had no choice but to let it slide.
"Hindel, you know they have priority passes there, right?"
"I have received reports that one can use the facilities faster by paying more."
"You know there are tickets even more expensive than those, right?"
"I am aware of that much, Papa."
Hindel looked at me with a slightly dissatisfied gaze. She was quite arrogant for a pervert dragon who was a total simp, unable to even seduce the sow I poked and prodded every day.
"Let's just buy the best, most expensive tickets. If you kick everyone out, you won't get to enjoy the atmosphere of the park; you'll just be riding machines."
"...What is the difference?"
Spoken like a lizard who didn't understand the human heart.
"There's a huge difference! So buy the best tickets for the bodyguards and executive secretaries too! If you kick people out, I won't talk to you for a week!"
"No, I was doing this for Gracia..."
"For Gracia's sake, that's exactly what you should do!"
If this brat, who was already acting up because of her talent, realized she had a bunch of sugar daddies around her, she would surely grow up to be a piece-of-trash villainess.
I liked villainesses as heroines, but if my non-heroine younger sister started acting like that, I was the kind of person who would deliver a flying side kick.
Of course, looking at Gracia's growth curve, it was obvious she’d become stronger than me. No, she was already stronger than me, so I had to educate her properly before she became an even bigger monster in the future.
"Hmm... I suppose it cannot be helped. Does Gracia know?"
"She thinks she's getting regular tickets."
Hindel let out a hollow laugh. "Ha."