Chapter 79
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: Hissing
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Screech—.
The iron door opened with a heavy groan.
I turned my head to see Dylan peeking through the opening.
Upon seeing me, Dylan’s eyes widened before he quickly forced an awkward smile.
“It’s time to eat, Boss.”
“Right.”
“Should we set it up in here?”
I nodded, and Dylan shouted, “He’s eating in here!!”
“Hehe.”
Dylan rubbed his palms together, a uniquely sycophantic grin on his face.
A few days after his beating, he was slowly reverting to his old self.
‘The effect didn’t last as long as I thought.’
Still, unlike before, I didn’t get the feeling he was plotting to bash my head in. If anything, he was trying to squeeze himself even closer to my side.
Just then, Kel and Berman entered.
The moment those two stepped inside, a disgusting smell wafted through the room.
“Ugh, what’s with the fish bread?”
“W-well, we ran into Marsha on the way here…”
Kel trailed off, startled.
“Who ran into her? Was it you? I told you not to go near Marsha’s fish bread stall.”
“No… it was while handing over the corpse… Aack!!”
I gave Kel a light smack on the head.
It was barely a tap, but Kel, being overly dramatic, screamed and rolled around on the floor.
“Boss! I knew this would happen, so I brought some of Delmuto’s meat pies and a cold, frosty beer! Hehe…”
Dylan slyly presented a basket, grinning despicably.
“Delmuto?”
“…That’s the name of the mage who casts the cleaning spell on you every day, Boss.”
Dylan answered, his eyes wide.
“Ah. Delmont.”
In the meantime, Kel and Berman had roughly cleared a space on the floor.
Kel took a long handkerchief from his pocket and spread it on the ground.
I waited until he had smoothed it out perfectly before promptly sitting on it.
“Hey! Seriously! Jojang, you have your own handkerchief!!”
Kel burst out in frustration, pulling another one from his pocket and laying it on the ground.
Kel carefully unfolded the new handkerchief.
This time, Dylan plopped himself down on it.
In response, Kel smacked Dylan squarely on the back of the head. Taking a solid hit, Dylan tumbled and rolled across the floor.
“What’s the situation outside?”
“Just as you predicted, Jojang, the devils rose up in the square. The knights and inquisitors on standby dealt with them and are now using the corpses to pressure the other quarantine zones.”
Hmm… I gave a small nod and picked up a meat pie, taking a bite.
‘This might end sooner than I expected.’
A devil’s corpse thrown before them. The anxiety that there might be a way to identify them. The mob mentality that amplified that fear. Anyone who could withstand that kind of pressure wouldn’t have fallen to the devils in the first place.
The plan, refined with input from Parsy, the Abbot, and Nova, was working better than expected.
‘The ignorance of these medieval folks probably plays a big part.’
They were as simple as they were ignorant, making them easy to predict.
“I think it’ll be over sooner than we thought.”
Berman said, handing me a mug of beer.
“We don’t know that for sure. They might not have all been caught in the square.”
“From what the inquisitors are saying, it sounds like they got all of them.”
“Hmm… Which inquisitor?”
“Huh? Oh, the male one.”
“Then it might be true.”
I took a large bite of the meat pie. Rich juices burst forth, followed by the gamey scent characteristic of medieval meat.
“Ugh… Uaaaaargh!!”
Just then, the man who was tied up screamed and shot up as if having a seizure.
“You’re awake.”
“W-what is this… I’m sure that brute smashed my head in.”
“Smashed what? Kids these days are so dramatic.”
“Who wouldn’t be shocked when the Jojang swings a hammer right in front of their face?”
Kel swaggered over, taunting him.
“Dylan. Take him down. If you can’t…”
I left the rest unsaid.
“Yes! I understand!!”
With that, Dylan charged at Kel.
“Th-this bastard!”
Startled, Kel slammed his beer mug on Dylan’s head. Dylan once again rolled around on the floor.
“Grab his neck with your right hand!”
I chuckled, offering some light coaching.
Dylan reached out and grabbed Kel’s neck, and the two became a tangled mess, rolling on the floor. It was quite amusing to watch them grapple back and forth.
“W-what is all this…”
The tied-up man muttered in a dazed voice.
“Untie him.”
Berman got up and untied the man from the plank.
“You, come have some food.”
“H-here…?”
At the man’s mumble, I looked around.
Pools of blood and a few corpses left as props. The dampness from the black blood that hadn’t been cleaned up after the last session.
‘It’s not exactly an ideal dining environment.’
I must have gotten desensitized from the repetitive work.
But we didn’t have time to go out and eat. The sooner this was over, the more we could minimize the damage.
“Suit yourself. You won’t get anything to eat once you leave.”
With that, I focused on my meat pie.
The man, watching me warily, hesitantly crumpled down beside us. He reached for a meat pie, but I gestured with my eyes toward the fish bread.
Startled, he picked up a fish bread with a trembling hand. He then squeezed his eyes shut, took a large bite, and froze.
In that state, only his eyes moved to look at me.
When I playfully lowered my hand a bit, the man began chewing furiously.
“I… I give up! I surrender! Surrender!”
“This bastard, who does he think I am…”
Kel was breathing heavily, as if it had been a close match.
“You two, stop playing around and come eat.”
Dylan shot a glare at Kel from the corner of his eye and slyly grabbed a meat pie.
“You lost, so you get the fish bread.”
“Nooo! Boss!!”
At my command, Dylan picked up a fish bread and started to bawl.
After the meal, we resumed our work.
Dylan took away the man who had been cleared, Kel and Berman handled the cleanup, and I headed to the next room.
A man was tied up in the damp room.
‘This one’s a vampire.’
By now, I had enough experience to get a rough idea just from their reaction.
The ones who weren’t vampires trembled in fear, not knowing why they’d been captured. The vampires, on the other hand, tried to act nonchalant, all while wearing expressions like they desperately had to pee.
“What is the meaning of this! Aron!”
This one had the look of a man who needed to pee.
‘Though, he might actually have to go.’
Without answering, I walked up and swung the hammer.
The hammer stopped right in front of his forehead.
“Kyaaaahak!!”
The man started hissing.
“If you know anything, spit it out. Got it?”
I spoke briefly, watching the man hiss relentlessly, then aimed the hammer at his arm.
“Kyaaahak! The Black Blood! Kyaaaaaak! W-wait a minute, kuaaargh!”
It didn’t take long for the hissing to turn into screams.
“Aargh! I don’t know much either! I just recently arrived in Kaesedic… and Harn from next door, and Pultan from the house behind…”
Unlike when he was hissing, the man now readily spilled everything. I compared his information with what I’d heard from the other vampires. There seemed to be no honor among them, as most of what he said matched what the others had confessed.
“I… I told you everything.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m just…”
I looked the man in the eye and swung the hammer.
A slight sense of unease remained, but I shook my head, and even that vanished.
I untied the man and dragged the body out. Soon, Kel and Berman came in, gave a small bow, and took the corpse away.
I tried to gauge how many more I had to do as I headed to the next room.
***
Uaaaaargh-!
The end was finally in sight. I untied the man who had just passed out and briefly looked up.
Just then, the door opened.
“How many are left now?”
“Twenty left.”
The reply wasn’t from Kel or Berman.
I turned my head to see Nova, her face a deep scowl.
“Orange?”
“I came to check on things.”
Nova walked in calmly, then saw the corpse in the middle of the room and let out a small shriek, “Eek!” jumping back.
‘What is she doing.’
After taking a moment to breathe, Nova regained her usual cool demeanor and stood before me. Her face was pale as she took a handkerchief from her pocket and tried to wipe my face.
“It’s makeup.”
I raised a hand to stop her.
I still had work to do.
“Makeup, my foot. You look plenty rough without it.”
Ignoring my words, Nova stood on her tiptoes and gently dabbed my face with the handkerchief. To an onlooker, it might have looked like she was applying makeup.
“Are you trying to be a smartass?”
“No, I was worried about your scar hurting. But… smartass?”
“That’s enough.”
I snatched the handkerchief and roughly wiped my face.
The white cloth was instantly covered in black.
“Thanks for this.”
“…Don’t people usually say they’ll wash it and return it?”
“It’s yours.”
Is that so?
Nova muttered softly, nodded, and carefully tucked away the dirtied handkerchief.
“Drink this.”
Nova handed me a clean waterskin.
It tasted like a mix of potion and wine.
“You can go now. I have to work.”
“I’ll help.”
Her face was pale and her hands were trembling, what could she possibly help with… I nodded and headed to the next room.
Eeeeek!!
“What! Aron! Are you okay?!”
When the tied-up man screamed, Nova, clumsily holding a dagger, rushed in. Her face was white, her body shaking. She looked like she was barely holding herself together.
“Just go.”
“…I said I’d help.”
Nova’s lips curled into a pout. She bit her lip, came closer, and untied the man. When he slumped to the floor, she shrieked, “Kyaa!” and hid behind me.
‘What a fucking drama queen.’
It was so absurd I laughed, coughing to cover it.
“…Should I just go?”
Nova peeked up at me from behind my back, looking sheepish.
“I’ve told you to go five times now.”
“You’ve said it seven times.”
“Have I? Lie down over here.”
I pointed to the spot where the man had just been tied.
“I’m going! I’m going!”
Nova’s nose twitched as she bolted for the door.
Before leaving, she glared at me, thumped her chest to make a ‘clang!’ sound, and disappeared.
The little squabble had lifted my spirits a bit. With a slightly lighter step, I moved toward the next room.
After I’d dealt with about five more, another visitor arrived.
‘Now what is this.’
“Ah, the situation in the square is resolved. This is the last place… Inquisitor Joanna said she wanted to come this way.”
It was three ashen-faced inquisitors and the expressionless dud.
The dud seemed to want to say something, nudging the person next to her. After a moment’s hesitation, that person spoke up.
“Inquisitor Joanna would like to handle the rest…”
“No. I saw her earlier, she can’t even control her strength properly.”
At my firm refusal, the dud quickly shook her head. Then she nudged the person next to her again.
“That was… a misunderstanding, she says. The mace isn’t her specialty… She says she can do it effortlessly with a greatsword.”
As the man stammered, the dud nodded emphatically.
When I still shook my head, the dud nudged her companion again. At that, the men sighed deeply and stood in a line.
The dud gripped the hilt of her greatsword and nodded at me.
The sight reminded me of a nasty senior from my army days.
The one who saw a taekwondo demonstration on TV, claimed he could do it too, and made everyone line up in front of him.
‘How did that end again?’
I couldn’t remember what happened after.
The three inquisitors, eyes squeezed shut, desperately praying to their god. Behind them, the dud, swinging her arms to warm up.
Inquisitors could probably heal themselves if they got hurt, and the dud’s skills weren’t that bad, so it seemed like it would be fine.
Even if she failed, it would just be a bloody mess, not a cracked skull.
Failure is the mother of success, after all.
This would just be one more mother.
The three inquisitors with their eyes shut tight as if they were about to cry, and the dud standing behind them, nodding.
‘This is gonna be fun.’
I clapped and cheered.
With a small nod, the dud drew her greatsword.
Whoosh—.
As she swung it in a wide arc, a terrifying sound of air being sliced echoed through the room.
Out of habit, I memorized its speed and power.
Where she put her strength during the swing, and where the center of her balance seemed to be.
It was an incurable occupational hazard.
The dud’s greatsword stopped precisely above the man’s head.
‘Not bad.’
Slice—
A few strands of hair fell, and the inquisitor trembled slightly.
“I… I’m alive…”
The inquisitor let out a small sound and began reciting his prayers again. His faith seemed to have deepened.
Moving to the next one, the dud now held the greatsword with one hand.
‘Isn’t that a bit risky?’
“Heek!”
The targeted inquisitor yelped and began reciting his prayers even faster.
Whoosh—.
The greatsword grazed his scalp ever so slightly.
A little blood trickled out, but it was within the margin of error.
“Guh… guuhk.”
The man with blood trickling from the top of his head blinked and cautiously stepped aside. He truly found his god and offered his thanks.
The dud stood before the last man.
A brilliant idea struck me.
“Can you do it blindfolded?”
“W-why would you say such a thing.”
“…My word.”
The inquisitors were horrified.
Nod.
The dud gave a slight nod.
A stark contrast in reactions.
The dud gently closed her eyes.
“May the sun always shine upon me… No matter the trials and tribulations, may it always light the path before me…”
The man’s face grew more tense than when he had fought the great darkness, and he began to chant his prayers aloud.
In fact, it wasn’t just him; the other two inquisitors were also calling out to their god. The spell-like prayers filled the space.
The dud, holding a greatsword with her eyes closed.
The inquisitor, dripping with cold sweat, calling out to his god.
The atmosphere was electric.
Whoosh—.
The greatsword swung by the dud stopped a hand’s breadth above the inquisitor’s head.
Slightly opening her eyes, the dud quickly lowered the sword a bit, but it was already too late.
“Failure!”
I said lightly, shaking my head.
The dud’s eyes widened, and she nodded, but I shook my head emphatically and headed to the next room.
Strategic cooperation. The dud’s lips twitched slightly as she trotted after me.
‘Oh, my God.’
Inquisitor Farhan shook his head slightly.
He felt like he’d just returned from the guillotine.
“…Seems like the work in Kaesedic is done, shouldn’t we go look for the Black Blood? After all, our mission was the Black Blood.”
At the words from his side, Farhan quickly nodded his head.
Staying any longer in Kaesedic might just shorten his lifespan.
***
“A total of thirty-eight vampires were discovered. By comparing the information tortured out of the captured ones, it’s been confirmed that all of them, including those who disappeared, have been eliminated. Considering the speed at which their numbers were growing, we were nearly too late to do anything. If it weren’t for Guard Jojang Aron’s plan…”
‘Aron! Aron! Aron!! That damn Aron!!’
Hearing the conversation next to her, Knight Adela chewed on her lip.
It was all about Aron again.
She had risked her life fighting the devils that revealed themselves in the square, yet the one who just swung a hammer at tied-up prisoners was getting all the attention.
It was an absurd situation.
She was a knight, and he was just an Outer Wall Guard Jojang. There was an unbridgeable gap between them…
But that man, despite his barbaric appearance, was a cunning bastard who knew how to grab attention, how to blow a minor achievement out of proportion.
‘…A vile and cunning bastard.’
Grind—.
The thought of having her accomplishments and attention stolen again made Adela grit her teeth.
“We’ve received another message from House Penell. With the situation in the East being so turbulent, they wish to hasten the marriage to solidify our relationship…”
“Ah, Gerel. I wish for that as well, but my seal has gone missing.”
“The seal is missing, my lord? Good heavens—how could you lose such an important item? It has been passed down for generations…”
“What can I do? It’s gone. We are searching for it urgently, so do not worry. It’s not like the seal has legs, and no one would have stolen it, so we should find it soon.”
Her head throbbing with irritation, Adela kept muttering the two syllables, ‘A-ron.’
Adela, like a knight, had acted with pride and nobility, enduring and letting her actions speak for themselves, but all that did was let that vile man steal everything.
“Kuh! We may have culled the devils, but to prepare for the future, repairing the walls is our top priority! Kuh!”
“Yes, I am well aware, Sir Adolphe.”
“It’s Adolgu! Kuh!”
“Kuh!”
The two new knights were idiots who only spouted strange noises. The fact that she was a knight just like them made Adela’s nerves fray even more.
“I see. William, how long will the wall construction take?”
“We do not have a precise timeline yet, my lord.”
“Hmm… Spread a rumor that devils could enter through the breached wall at any moment.”
“…Pardon?”
“That will pressure them to get it done one way or another, won’t it?”
“Yes, it would. But that would create anxiety…”
“Adolphe… no, we will station Knight Adolgu at the wall. Can you do it?”
“Kuh! I will defend Kaesedic, left behind by the hero Deokgu, with my life!”
The two knights in silly bucket helmets gave a grand salute and rushed outside.
“Proper recognition for the contributions in this incident is crucial so that everyone will be willing to face future dangers…”
“Yes, Nova, I am well aware. As always, Nova, you will handle it. But do we have the budget for it?”
“Yes, for now, but it is a bit precarious.”
“I see. Hmm… we will discuss that separately later.”
“The marriage…!”
“I heard you, Gerel. We will proceed as soon as the seal is found. Do not worry.”
“Then, regarding the wall…”
“Leave it to the Outer Wall Guard. Don’t spare any support.”
“The Outer Wall Guard, you say…”
“Is there more than one Outer Wall Guard? Let them do as they see fit. Nova will handle the budget.”
“To entrust it to the Outer Wall Guard, a mere gathering of ignorant brutes! It’s absurd!”
“Yes, Gerel. You’ve done your part. Entrust it to the Outer Wall Guard.”
Adela fiddled with the hilt of her sword, staring out the window.
‘Aron, you despicable bastard…’
If she just stood by, she couldn’t imagine what more she would lose.
Before it was too late, she had to show him who was superior.
‘…She’s going to cause trouble.’
Pulpuchu inwardly muttered as he glanced at Adela, who was grinding her teeth while looking out the window.
Adela had been openly grinding her teeth every time ‘Aron’ was mentioned. It was obvious who her target was.
However, he wondered how she planned to face Aron, who had defeated the ‘Lecher’, when she herself had been miserably defeated by that same ‘Lecher’.
‘Could it be… she doesn’t know?’
Pulpuchu shook his head.
He had been thinking too much about useless things lately.
And Adela needed to be taken down a peg.
‘Still, after what nearly happened last time, she wouldn’t be foolish enough to challenge him to a duel again, would she?’
Pulpuchu looked at Adela’s sharp nose, pondered for a moment, and then closed his eyes.
Surely, she couldn’t be that stupid.
‘A duel it is!! You vile man! I will show you the pride of a knight!’
Adela’s eyes hardened as she inwardly roared for justice.
***
After a massive two-day inspection, we were able to drive the vampires out of Kaesedic Castle.
A list was created by comparing the information from the captured vampires, and everyone on that list became Kaesedic’s new mascot, their fangs fully extended.
No, it was more than just a mascot; a path was made of pikes with their heads impaled on them, leading to the main gate.
I gathered the information obtained from the vampires and subtly hinted at it when I gave it to Nova. Like the clever Orange she was, a new manual on vampires was issued the very next day.
Considering the vampires’ low patience, anyone entering Kaesedic now had to be quarantined for several days in the Outer Wall Guard’s basement, a place filled with the smell of human blood.
A truly medieval method of quarantine.
As brutish as it was, it was sure to be effective.
Though I was a bit tired, the decent reward from the Lord washed away all my fatigue.
‘It certainly should have…’
I thought everything was back to normal.
Until I came to smash rocks because my arm was itching during patrol.
No, even smashing rocks was fine.
Until I saw the massive stones being carried by the men.
At first, I was genuinely impressed. It was the first time I had seen stones so smoothly finished and perfectly square in this era.
That admiration turned to horror when I saw my face carved on the front of the stone.
To be precise, it wasn't my likeness. The carving on the stone depicted Deokgu parting the darkness.
I immediately ran to where the stones were being made.
There, I found Kanna, shrugging her shoulders amidst the applause of the stonemasons.
‘Why is she here?’
Seeing the kid I had poured a fortune into, not studying as she should be, but instead being a popular figure at a construction site, stirred a very strange feeling in me.
And the sight of her expensive tutor standing next to her, beaming and clapping…
‘Even if the kid enjoys it…’
Watching her evolve from a clown to a stonemason made me seriously consider whether I should step in.
“Hahaha! As expected of Squad Member Kangu!! I think ‘Deokgu’s Wall’ would be a good name for the new wall we’re building!!”
“Kuh!”
And next to them, a knight wearing a bucket on his head on a hot day.
They must all have heatstroke.
However, the sight of Kanna’s beaming smile when she spotted me made me swallow the words that had risen to my throat.
‘Well, if the kid likes it… no, but still…’
An Aron ice shower rained down on me, and I forced myself to nod.
***
Inside a grand room.
The windows were covered with thick cloth, making the place so dark you couldn’t see an inch in front of you.
Figures dressed in luxurious clothes were gathered.
“The children sent to Kaesedic Castle were captured and all beheaded.”
Gambas Stuurman of the Black Blood lowered his eyes at the report from his side.
“I believe I made it clear not to touch Kaesedic, where the great darkness was defeated.”
The voice, flat and grating like nails on iron, made the speaker tremble.
“W-well, the number of children has grown, making them difficult to control.”
…Hmm.
The low voice hummed thoughtfully, and the one who had reported trembled violently.
“Are you saying I possess something I cannot control?”
‘Fool.’
Gambas Stuurman clicked his tongue at the man’s foolishness.
The one thing he hated most was deviation from the plan, and to make such a blunder… The man must have a death wish.
“I-I’m sorr…”
The man never finished his sentence.
With a slight flick of his finger, the man collapsed, blood spraying from his entire body. The gushing blood paused mid-air before being drawn into his mouth at his gesture.
At the sight, Gambas Stuurman swallowed hard and bowed his head even lower.
He could bestow power, but he could also take it away.
And when he took it away, it wasn’t just a matter of taking back what was given.
There was a reason they called him ‘Master.’
“Next.”
“Karzan, the lynchpin of our current plan, is taking some time due to the organizations banding together, but it shouldn’t be much longer. The variable is Count Beherlt, but as expected, he has not made a move.”
“And Penell?”
“Marquis Penell has not yet come over, but his eldest son, who saw the Aura last time, is completely on our side. If we proceed as planned and give the ‘Mark’ to the eldest son, we will undoubtedly have House Penell in our hands.”
“The Bureau?”
“There has been no reaction since the incident with Knight Kurteun. The reason is not yet clear, but even if the Eastern Bureau were to make a move, we anticipate they would judge it as a simple increase in personnel and would not be aware of our existence.”
After the reports, a light silence fell.
“Good.”
At his response, everyone let out a small sigh of relief.
“We do not touch Kaesedic, the variable. Otherwise, proceed as planned.”
Yes—.
Everyone answered in a low voice.
‘Produce children as quickly as possible and gather their blood. With it, create a Mark, give it to the eldest son of House Penell, and take over the family. Then, when the Bureau appears, we throw the children at them and from House Penell…’
Gambas Stuurman mentally reviewed the plan.
Befitting his nature of hating variables and needing everything under his control, detailed plans were laid out in between.
For example, one of the orders given to Gambas Stuurman was to seduce a woman named Pen, an administrator in the city of Karzan, to make her neglect her duties… even such trivial details were included.
He recklessly increased their numbers, making the ‘Black Blood’ appear from the outside as a brutish organization that didn’t think about the consequences. This way, he concealed the trivial matters they carried out within.
“The most important thing is to occupy Karzan, which has the most blood to draw, before the eyes of the Bureau and Count Beherlt fall upon us. It is for this purpose that we have turned Byzante Castle and Pliton Castle upside down, so do not make even the slightest mistake.”
As our Master wills—.
Everyone spoke at once, their voices becoming one.
‘The East has already fallen. It is ours.’
Gambas Stuurman muttered to himself, then the corners of his mouth lifted, feeling that the line sounded like a typical villain’s line from a novel.
‘No, there are no variables. Everything is rolling along under his calculations. Unless some powerful figure appears and destroys Karzan… the East will fall into our hands.’
Gambas nodded again.
***
“Did you write it down correctly? Fior?”
Ugh…
At the sharp rebuke, Fior, a 3rd-class administrator of Karzan, let out a low groan.
Of all people, the one he used to look down on and bully for being a commoner had been promoted to 2nd-class first… there were even rumors that he had caught the eye of the 1st-class administrator, Sarshan, and that the two were having frequent secret meetings.
‘Even if Sarshan is a beauty, there must be more than a ten-year age difference…’
“Did you write it, I said! You idiot!”
“I wrote it! I wrote it!”
“Ahem. I am 2nd-class, you are 3rd-class.”
“…sir.”
Fior growled under his breath, his head bowed low.
‘Where the hell did that dimwit get all those heads…’
The memory of that day was still vivid for Fior. If not for that incident, he would have been the one promoted to 2nd-class, and he would have been the one ordering that guy around…
“If you’re done writing, read it!”
Hooo…
Fior took a deep breath and slowly read the letter.
“O-range!! Aron. How are you? It’s me, Shone, the 2nd-class administrator of Karzan. I still think about the times we used to run around together! This is the 23rd letter I’ve sent since then, right? Sometimes I worry that someone who’s jealous of our friendship is intercepting my letters! There’s no way Aron would read 22 letters and not reply even once! Right?”
Fior glanced at Shone, who was nodding his head with an arrogant look, and continued reading.
‘Is he clueless, or what? If you’ve been ignored 22 times, you should take the hint and stop sending them.’
“Anyway, I’m working hard here too. Sometimes I stop by the brothel and listen to their stories… but prostitutes are more expensive than I thought.”
Fior peeked up at the small man.
To think he frequented brothels with such an innocent face…
The rest of the letter was useless nonsense.
What he ate for breakfast, how tired he was from his recent workload—all completely worthless content.
No wonder the recipient never replied.
“And lately, the vampires in Karzan have been a real problem. The three organizations have teamed up to fight back, but it doesn’t seem to be going well. Because of that, the Lone Wolf’s business is struggling, so the amount of collections… Ah! Dante told me not to mention this, but I’m closer to Aron than Dante. Aron, we’re super close, right? I still remember the night we ran through Karzan together…”
“That’s enough! Well written! As expected of Fior, the 3rd-class administrator under the 2nd-class administrator Shone. Send this one express. And this time, make sure it’s delivered directly to the recipient! Tell them there’s an extra 20 silver in it.”
At Shone’s words, Fior swallowed the anger rising in his throat and nodded.
‘…Who in the world is the recipient?’
Seeing Shone’s eyes sparkle, a man who had been utterly exhausted by the recent string of incidents, Fior instinctively felt that the recipient was a woman.
A very beautiful woman at that.
Otherwise, there was no way he would keep spending so much money sending letters that received no reply.
‘If she ever comes here, I’ll seduce her and get my revenge.’
Fior swallowed hard, vowing revenge in his heart.