Chapter 180
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 180
Chapter Title: Is it Really the Seven Dragon Society?
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“Hah!”
A miniskirt and boots for easy movement, paired with a slightly longer coat and a sword at her waist.
She looked like a refined, lighter version of the uniforms worn by knights of old—clean and sharp.
Her slender, lithe frame didn’t look threatening at all.
But the thief who spotted her recoiled as if he’d seen a ghost, swinging his staff wildly.
Babang!
Five streaks of Shock Arrows burst from his staff at once.
It was an attack that could knock out even a grown man with one hit, and if all five landed, it could be lethal.
The woman’s response was simple.
She just calmly swung one hand.
Yet the incoming Shock Arrows zigzagged in midair, twisting direction and flying right back at the thief.
Poof!
“Keurk!”
The thief took his own attack head-on and went flying.
Luckily, one of the items he’d stolen from the stall was defensive gear.
Thanks to the shield that activated just in time, he avoided passing out. He dropped his staff, grabbed a nearby broom, and fled into the air.
Shing.
The woman didn’t bother chasing him.
She simply drew her sword from the scabbard at her waist and swung it toward the direction he’d fled.
It looked like a pointless slash at empty air, but it wasn’t meaningless at all.
The moment she swung, the broom he was riding split clean in half.
“Gyaaah!?”
The thief plummeted upside down, broomless.
Just before he smashed his head into the ground, the woman vanished from her spot and reappeared behind him, grabbing his belt.
She spun him around, planting his feet on the ground, then spoke politely.
“Any further resistance is pointless. Please come quietly.”
“Ugh... ughhh...”
Whether from the shock of nearly cracking his skull or realizing escape was impossible, the thief collapsed onto his butt.
As the woman was cuffing him...
“Ah! Lady Rose the Countess?”
The stall owner, who’d rushed over late to chase the thief, beamed at the sight of the woman holding him.
“You caught this guy, my lady! Thank you so much!”
“Please don’t say that.”
“Pardon?”
“I merely assisted. I didn’t catch him. If you want to thank someone, thank that gentleman there.”
“Uh... r-really?”
The stall owner’s joyful expression vanished in an instant.
He looked back and forth between Rose, the man she pointed to—Rimon—and the ground, at a loss.
Guessing the reason, Rose glanced around following his gaze, nodded at the scattered merchandise on the floor.
“Looks like a lot of goods got damaged in the capture.”
“Yes, my lady. It’d be one thing if they were mine...”
“You’re running a franchise?”
“Forgive me. I’m just scraping by day to day, so I sell goods from the guild.”
“No need to be ashamed. Earning an honest living through your own sweat to support your family is something to be proud of.”
“...I don’t have a family, my lady. Still a bachelor.”
The stall owner said sheepishly, and Rose continued in a solemn tone.
“Then be even prouder. In this harsh world, you’ve earned the right to, living on your own.”
“Lady Rose...!”
The stall owner looked deeply moved.
Rose gave him a faint smile.
“As a token of respect for your life, I’d like my family to compensate for the damaged goods today. Would that be alright?”
“Of course! I’ll never forget your grace, my lady!”
“No need to call it grace. Just keep living steadfastly as you do.”
Only after handing the deeply touched stall owner—who was even more moved now—a check along with words of encouragement did Rose approach Rimon.
For some reason, she stared at his face for a moment before politely speaking up.
“Thank you for helping maintain London’s peace, albeit belatedly.”
“...I dunno why I’d be getting thanks from you.”
In that instant...
The street’s air froze.
The stall owner, grinning ear to ear over his check, and the onlookers all stared at Rimon like he’d said something outrageous.
The stall owner recovered first, snapping indignantly.
“Hey! What’s with that tone? Do you even know who she—”
“My apologies. I’ve been remiss in introducing myself.”
Rose cut him off.
She placed a hand over her chest and bowed slightly, introducing herself.
“I am Rose Serfent, current head of the Serfent Count family, responsible for London’s security.”
It was only natural for her, London’s security chief, to show respect to the man who’d helped her catch a thief.
The blue-haired woman, speaking with perfect formality, locked her lake-blue eyes on his and added softly.
“For a foreigner, the title of Jormungandr’s chairman might be easier to grasp.”
The world’s top transport conglomerate in shipping, aviation, and logistics—Jormungandr, a pillar of the Seven Dragon Group.
In other words, one of the Seven Dragon Society’s seven princesses: the Blue Dragon Princess.
Rimon could only furrow his brow at her.
[...This is kinda unexpected.]
“What is?”
[That lady over there.]
Yuna Kyung stretched out one wing.
She muttered awkwardly, watching Rose hand the thief to some knights who’d appeared and personally help tidy the disrupted street.
[I didn’t expect a Blue Dragon Princess to be out here doing this stuff herself.]
Of course, Yuna knew the Blue Dragon Princess was the real power behind the British Empire’s Serfent Count.
But she’d imagined an elegant lady sipping tea and issuing orders, not a knight patrolling and catching petty thieves.
Let alone one rolling up her sleeves to sweep with a broom.
For Yuna, who’d only seen Li Chingwei buried in paperwork or Aynsha as the world’s top singer, this was unimaginable.
Even setting aside her Seven Dragon Society princess status, it didn’t fit the world’s richest.
But Rimon’s reply was nonchalant.
“Everything’s unexpected, huh.”
[Then what’s not unexpected about this?]
“Obviously, it’s just normal.”
[The princess of the Seven Dragon Society personally helping clean up—and now playing with kids?]
She’d been sweeping moments ago.
Now she was handing out candy to kids who’d run over from somewhere, leaving Yuna even more baffled.
Rimon told her flatly.
“She volunteers at orphanages every weekend. She’s used to kids.”
[...That kind of volunteering? Where they just call kids over for smiling photo ops?]
Maybe because she came from an orphanage.
Yuna asked suspiciously at the mention of elite volunteering, and Rimon shook his head.
“Nah, more like hammering roofs and changing diapers herself.”
[For real?!]
“She donates generously to the struggling ones too.”
[That’s enviable! What kinda princess is this down-to-earth? Wait, is she really a Seven Dragon Society princess?!]
“...I get the sentiment, but the Seven Dragon Society isn’t all like the Black Dragon Clan.”
Maybe it was too surreal.
Rimon clicked his tongue at Yuna, who looked on the verge of mental collapse.
“They inherited different powers from different ancestors and operated in distant cultures. No reason they’d all be the same.”
The seven dragons themselves were like that.
Whether due to racial traits or other reasons.
Their temperaments were so extreme opposites that they divided the world’s territories cleanly to rule it.
That’s how the Sword Emperor could take them down one by one.
Given their origins, it was natural the Seven Dragon Society branches had wildly different natures.
Like the telepathic Black Dragons specializing in schemes, or the prophetic White Dragons with simple mindsets.
“It’s the Seven Dragon Society in name only. Think of the seven clans as totally separate organizations. Especially the Blue Dragon Clan.”
[What’s with the ‘especially’?]
“They’re the farthest from the Seven Dragon Society’s criminal side.”
[Farthest? ...Farther than the White Dragon Clan?]
“Yeah.”
Yuna looked dumbfounded.
Having met Aynsha, she couldn’t fathom anything purer than that airheaded White Dragon Clan.
But hearing the reason, she doubted her ears.
“They’re the most ‘merciful’ and ‘just’ clan in the Seven Dragon Society.”
[...I must’ve misheard something.]
“You heard right.”
Rimon said plainly.
Zero’s not the farthest from minus—it’s plus. Obviously.
Yuna was stunned.
[That makes no sense!]
“It does.”
[How? It’s the Seven Dragon Society! The world’s biggest crime syndicate, once called the Demonic Cult!]
Maybe from hanging around him, or seeing too many Black Dragons at the Leviathan.
Yuna’s prejudice against the Society oozed out.
Rimon didn’t deny it, just pointed out one fact.
“Forgot? Originally, the Seven Dragon Society were the seven dragons’ limbs, ruling the world as a governing body.”
They turned criminal after the dragons fell, losing power and becoming a secret society to restore the old world.
Before that, they were royalty or nobility ruling regions.
And even in hellholes, there are always a couple just and merciful nobles.
[...So the Blue Dragon Clan kept the most of that benevolent ruler vibe?]
“Close enough. They’ve been like that since the Bronze Age.”
Even when called the Demonic Cult, the Blue Dragons preached justice and mercy, playing vigilante.
That’s why they birthed Europe’s romantic myths of outlaws, secret knight orders, and princesses on white horses.
Rimon’s quiet words left Yuna’s beak agape, then he smirked coldly.
“That’s why my master the Sword Emperor despised them most.”
[Huh? Why?]
“The Seven Dragon Society’s most just and merciful are the Blue Dragons, but they were also the Bronze Age’s most horrific rulers.”
[...?]
Whether Yuna blinked in confusion or not, Rimon ignored it.
He just faintly smiled, watching Rose wave to the kids before resuming patrol, and murmured softly.
“And that’s one reason they’re the top suspects in the witch murders.”