Chapter 93
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: The Girl Who Succumbed to the Hypnosis Scroll
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Do you know how to express anger through writing?
Of course you do. Writing is fundamentally a tool for communication, after all.
Just scribble "Liam's pissed" on a piece of paper, and anyone reading it will think, "Oh, Liam's mad."
But what I just described is pretty straightforward writing.
I explicitly stated the emotion, so it's easy to pick up on intuitively, right?
Now, let me give you another example.
"Liam's head was steaming." This hints that Liam is angry.
Writing can convey emotions in all sorts of ways.
So, can you sense any anger in a line like, "Hello? Would you be willing to take on this task?"
Probably not.
You're wondering why I'm suddenly spouting nonsense like this, aren't you?
It's all because of this gaudy letter clutched in my hand.
The contents aren't much: the Crown Prince should take responsibility and lead the Alvheim alliance effort. That's the gist.
Would you believe there's rage pouring out of this letter...?
From content that seems utterly devoid of emotion?
I wouldn't have believed it either... not until I unfolded it.
"Ah... His Majesty must be swamped with work..."
Jenia panicked at the sight of the black ink splotches marring the letter.
And it wasn't just splotches... How hard did he grip the pen? Ink bled through in spots, tore the paper, ripped it right open...
The lettering even grows subtly larger as it goes on.
Meaning he worked himself into such a froth while writing that steam shot from his ears and his vision blurred.
These are some vicious strokes for an emperor's decree... It's enough to make your head spin.
Our nation caught holy hell out of nowhere, and Father's livid.
-Gulp
"...We'll handle the Alvheim matter ourselves..."
"Yes..."
Disturbing the top dog on the continent's power rankings just piled more work on us.
"Sigh... I already sketched a rough outline and sent it over."
"Maybe that's what pissed him off more? Like, 'You could handle it yourself—why make it a hassle?'"
"Ah."
Father must be irked that I whipped up a business plan then bailed.
"Sigh... Is this an official dispatch?"
"Yes..."
Can't even brush it off with a vague acknowledgment.
I let out a heavy sigh and scrawled "Understood" across the premium stationery.
"Such is my lot in life..."
"Hehe, hang in there, Liam."
"Just seeing your face perks me right up, Jenia."
"Keuk, want me to give you a little more boost?"
Our lips were inches from brushing when...
-Bang!
"Kyaa!"
"Everyone ready? Time to head out!"
The sudden intruder reignited Jenia's fury.
"Lea! Make some noise when you move around the house!"
"I'll roam my own house however I please—why not!"
"It's my house!"
"So stingy~"
Water and oil, these two never failed to deliver their signature clash. A wry smile tugged at my lips.
"Alright, shall we? No. 2 agent's turn today, right?"
Jenia shot Lea a glare, sighed, then answered.
"Sigh... Yeah. Agent reports they've fully mapped the black magic circle in the midterms hall."
"Good. Then we deal with that heretic today."
"Yes."
The ranking matches for midterms were fast approaching.
This event was set to go off the rails thanks to the heretic's monster-summoning array.
This particular heretic posed low suicide risk, so we planned to nab him and wring out some intel.
'Might as well rack up cube EXP while we're at it. Wonder if it levels during the interrogation?'
The cube bobbed lazily at my side—Lumi's new favorite perch these days.
Sensing my gaze, it floated to my face and nuzzled affectionately.
-Rub rub rub
"Cut it out—I'm not gonna eat you."
-Whoosh
...Today was a field test for the cube's freakishly sharp instincts.
I was worried, but a single sigh would have to suffice.
"...Sigh."
And with that, my footsteps turned toward the academy.
Hunched back. Bloated gut. A face that grated on the nerves just by existing.
The description alone evoked a hobgoblin, but alas, this man's name was Haks—the heretic who'd infiltrated the academy.
"Heh heh heh..."
Haks stretched his philtrum long and leered with a sleazy grin.
Onlookers shot him sidelong glances before edging away, knowingly or not.
His school rep was rock bottom. Or rather, he was treated like background air—hardly worth calling a reputation at all.
Normally he'd pick up on the vibes and spew bile at the world, but today he just grinned vacantly like an idiot.
"Uh heh... Don't need any of 'em today... Buhi hi hik!"
He let out a repulsive cackle, as if the mere thought filled him with glee.
A tall, upright young man approached with a bright smile.
"Haks! What's got you grinning like that? Spill—I wanna know too!"
The young man before Haks was Bart: sunny disposition, striking looks, throngs of friends, campus heartthrob.
Effortlessly amiable with everyone, no exceptions.
The light radiating from him made Haks' pathetic frame shrivel even smaller.
The contrast was just too glaring.
"Ah... It's nothing."
Bart nodded at the timid display.
"Haha! Lame. If you feel like sharing later, hit me up! We're buds, right?"
That word—"buds"—stirred a vile surge of inferiority in Haks.
"Buds?"
"Yup! Ah, next class—catch ya!"
Haks' face twisted as he watched Bart stroll away.
"Fuckin' prick. 'Buds' my ass."
-Ptui
His rotten personality only fouled his features further, but Haks schooled his expression and trudged toward the old schoolhouse.
"Kahik! Hold it together... Big day today."
Haks toyed with the purple parchment tucked in his bosom.
'Yeah... Just peek into her heart... Eh heh heh heh...'
His mind swam with filthy fantasies as he arrived at the old building unnoticed.
Heart pounding, he shoved the door open...
-Rattle!
"Hey! Why're you so late? Get in here and sit!"
A golden-haired beauty welcomed him with a mischievous grin.
Tawny skin, curves for days, lounging carelessly with glimpses of thigh peeking from her skirt.
Sia was her name—the sole soul in the academy who treated him decently.
Just seeing her lifted Haks' spirits; he mumbled an apology.
"Uh heh... Sorry."
"Whatever!"
She always teased him playfully, but Haks ate it up.
Loved it, even.
He pulled out the purple parchment and sidled closer.
"Um... Sia."
"Hm? What? Hey, what's with the parchment?"
"Wanna see somethin' cool?"
"What is it? Magic?! A magic scroll? Never seen one!"
Thrilled without a clue, her excitement deepened Haks' sleazy smirk.
"Buhi hik... Watch close, Sia. Somethin' real fun's about to happen."
"Hurry up! Do it!"
The red magic circle on the purple parchment lit up, and Sia's expression went slack.
Her eyes glazed over, lips parting vacantly.
Just like someone deep in hypnosis.
Haks' grin widened at the sight as he called to her.
"Sia, you hear me?"
"Yes..."
Her flat, emotionless reply sent Haks into peals of laughter.
"Kuh hah hah hah! Gotcha... She's mine! Buhi hi hik!"
Haks had deployed a hypnosis scroll—stunned by its flawless efficacy, he began barking orders.
"Turn around."
-Swish
"Jump."
-Thud
"Kuh hah! What's your three sizes?"
"32-24-31..."
Satisfied, Haks nodded and pressed on.
"How... do you see me?"
Coward to the core, lacking even the guts to ask outright.
Only under hypnosis did courage stir; her response came.
"Think you're cute... So obedient. Especially when you babble... Love that manly side you show sometimes..."
"Knew it! Uh hi hik! You do have feelings for me!"
"Maybe..."
"U hah hah hah ha!"
Haks savored triumph like he'd conquered the world. Time to snap her out of it, he thought—
Then reconsidered.
"Nah... If she's into me anyway, might as well savor it a little longer..."
"..."
His base lust gleamed as his eyes raked her up and down.
Grinning filthily, Haks commanded.
"Take off your uniform..."
"..."
"Hm? Ahem! Uniform. Off."
-Rustle...
She swept her long hair back and began unbuttoning her blouse, one by one.
"Uh heh heh heh..."
At last, she stood in her underwear: black bra cradling ample breasts, skimpy black thong panties framing wide hips.
The virgin sight roughed Haks' breath ragged.
"Huff... huff... This far enough? No... Just a bit more..."
His grubby fingers stretched toward her—
-Crack!
"Gah!"
A savage blow to the nape sent his awareness swimming away.
"Wha... the..."
-Urk! Urp... Blech! ...Gaaah... Ack! ...Heave!
The echoing sounds of agony never reached him.