Chapter 454: The Acting Sword Bearer and Her...
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 454: The Acting Sword Bearer and Her...
"I heard this meeting is very serious?"
"It should be. After all, it involves the Evil God."
"I heard this meeting is very important?"
"It should be. After all, it involves the Evil God."
"I heard... forget it, I'll just be blunt. Since this meeting is so important, maybe I should just leave first."
Although Muen had promised Senior Anna that he would attend, the moment he stepped into the opulently decorated conference room, a wave of regret washed over him.
"Why?"
Anna blinked playfully, acting as if she didn't understand his hesitation.
"Because..." Muen scanned the room and said with a grimace, "Isn't it obvious?"
Setting aside the fact that Master Huogu and Master Dodge—whom he had just solemnly bid farewell to—were sitting right across the long table, there was also Lin. She was at the head of the room, organizing documents for distribution, staring at Muen and Anna with a look of utter shock.
Then there was the conference table itself...
There were fewer than ten chairs, so seating was clearly limited. Crucially, in front of each chair was a nameplate in bright red font, clearly displaying titles like "The Silence Bureau."
In other words, this was a high-level summit where every seat represented an entire faction.
So, the question was: even if Muen, as the Special Consultant to the Acting Sword Bearer, was technically qualified to attend, where was he supposed to sit?
He couldn't exactly treat this like a wedding banquet—if you can't find a seat, you don't just grab a stool and squeeze in at the kids' table.
Muen looked at Anna helplessly, signaling that it wasn't that he didn't want to stay, but that there was literally no place for him.
However... Muen seemed to have forgotten that Anna, as an original invitee, obviously knew the meeting's format. Since she had dragged him in, she already had a solution in mind.
"You sit here."
Anna’s eyes curved into crescents as she patted her own designated chair.
"Eh?" Muen froze, confused by her intent. "If I sit here, where do you sit?"
"Just sit down first."
"But—"
"What, are you disobeying an order from your superior?" Anna flashed a cruel, mischievous smirk. "Careful, or I'll dock your pay, Mr. Muen. Now, sit."
"...Fine, fine."
Under the forced command of his "new boss," Muen had no choice but to sit obediently in the chair.
And then...
Right before the eyes of Master Huogu, whose expression screamed Is this how young people play nowadays?, and Master Dodge, who looked like he was thinking Young people really know how to spice things up, Anna swayed her hips and sat down elegantly and comfortably right on Muen’s lap.
"Mmm~ I'll sit here."
The atmosphere went dead silent for several seconds.
Then, with a soft thud, the documents Lin had just organized slipped from her hands and scattered across the table.
She stared blankly at the intimate scene between Anna and Muen, her mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.
The thoughts she had finally straightened out this morning turned back into a tangled mess.
What is happening? What is this scene? Isn't Miss Anna supposed to be... with Her Highness the Princess?
Did Muen Campbell NTR the Princess at the same time the Princess NTR'd him?
No, looking at who took the initiative just now, it should be Miss Anna who NTR'd the Princess... but Muen Campbell clearly does 'that' with the Princess all the time, which means he's also NTR-ing Miss Anna?
Wait... who is NTR-ing whom?!
Lin’s brain went into a tailspin. She felt a deep sense of inadequacy; the knowledge she had gained from her books was nowhere near enough to help her comprehend the current situation.
Muen didn't realize Lin’s brain had entered overload mode because his own mind was a bit hazy.
Having Senior Anna sitting in his arms—her soft curves and slender waist providing an exquisite tactile sensation—was certainly pleasant, but in this setting...
"This... this isn't great, Senior," Muen whispered. As Anna moved, his hands instinctively moved to steady her by her waist. "In broad daylight, in front of everyone..."
"What’s wrong with it? We like it, so why care what others think?" Anna shifted her weight subtly and looked back with a charming smile. "Or... do you not like it?"
"..."
"Oh my, oh my. It seems you don't dislike it at all. You've suddenly become quite... spirited."
"..."
With a beloved beauty sitting on his lap, a fragrant and soft body filling his arms, and a soul-stirring smile directed right at him, even a man with a heart of ice would find it impossible to say no.
Muen let out a long sigh and closed his eyes in resignation. It wasn't that his will was weak; it was simply that this succubus was too teasing.
*
Anna and Muen had arrived relatively early. Before them, only Huogu, Dodge, and Lin were in the room.
But it wasn't long before the next representative made a grand entrance.
First, the doors to the conference room slammed open with a bang. Then, a sharp, piercing aura flooded in like a surging storm. The figure blocked the light from the hallway, casting a massive shadow into the room.
It was a tall man in a military uniform. His expression was cold and stern, his eyes sharp. A large scar ran down the side of his face, left uncovered as if it were a badge of honor.
And indeed, his chest was adorned with numerous exquisite medals symbolizing his glory.
General Baror, representative of the Zero Organization of the Kingdom of Saint Pedro.
Though his realm was slightly below the peak, he was a fierce individual whom even the veterans like Huogu and Dodge treated with respect.
The Madman, the Stray Dog, the Demon Wolf—many legends surrounded General Baror. Some said he loved to drink the blood of virgins; others claimed he boiled infants for dinner.
Regardless of how these rumors started, a few things were accepted as fact.
For instance, there was a massive grudge between the Zero Organization and the Silence Bureau of the Leopold Empire. Furthermore, General Baror had once suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of "that old man"...
So, when he made such a high-profile entrance, no one doubted his intent. Having heard that the successor to the Silence Bureau was merely a delicate young girl, he clearly intended to intimidate his new rival right from the start.
General Baror indeed had that intention. His gaze was like lightning, his presence like thunder. The moment he stepped into the room, his predatory eyes swept the area like a hungry wolf searching for prey...
"Oh, stop it, Junior. Move back a bit, you're poking me."
"You're the one moving around, Senior. Hiss—stop moving..."
"..."
General Baror froze in his tracks, staring at the scene before him in shock.
Before entering, he had envisioned many reactions. She might tremble under his pressure, or perhaps, as the next Sword Bearer, she might have enough skill to resist him slightly.
But in his wildest dreams, he never expected the first thing he saw to be such a bizarre, inappropriate sight.
A delicate-looking woman was sitting on a man who looked soft and pale—a man who seemed to have nothing going for him except his good looks. The two of them appeared to be... flirting?
If this scene were a painting, it would be titled: The Great Acting Sword Bearer of the Silence Bureau and Her Beloved Pretty Boy.
They were so engrossed in their own world that they didn't even notice his grand entrance, heartlessly shoving their cloyingly sweet PDA down everyone's throats.
Baror’s carefully built-up momentum instantly collapsed. The hungry wolf turned into a confused husky. Unable to figure out her angle, the General could only silently suppress his plan for intimidation and walk toward his seat.
"Hello."
Suddenly, Anna turned her head and smiled at him. "A pleasure to meet you, General Baror."
"You..."
Just as Baror was about to respond, he felt a sudden, bone-chilling cold.
The girl’s smile was gentle, yet he felt an endless, silent darkness flowing from the depths of her jewel-like eyes, instantly enveloping him.
The solid floor beneath his feet vanished, replaced by a pitch-black sea. A bright, clear moon hung high above the water, but under its light, countless frenzied, twisted shadows seemed to writhe beneath the surface. They roared silently, clawing frantically. Piercing whispers and murmurs ignored the laws of physics, pouring directly into his mind, speaking to the depths of his soul. They wanted to break free from their cage and taste his fresh flesh...
"Hel... lo."
In a flash, the moon and the black sea vanished. Baror’s consciousness returned to the warm, bright conference room. The Acting Sword Bearer’s smile remained as gentle as ever.
But Baror’s expression was grave. Amidst his shock, he completely retracted his previous arrogance.
As expected... the person chosen by that old bastard could never be simple. Flirting with a pretty boy must just be her disguise.
"A pleasure to meet you, Anna Kabulin."
Baror took a deep breath, finally looking at the young Acting Sword Bearer as a true equal and rival.
*
"Se... Senior."
Muen, who had silently witnessed that brief exchange, stared at the back of Anna’s fair neck and couldn't help but swallow hard. "How did you get so strong?"
"What, is only my Junior allowed to get stronger? Am I not allowed to improve?" Anna rested her chin on her hand, speaking with a smile. "If anyone bullies you from now on, just tell me. I'll stand up for you."
"Stand up for me?"
"Yes. For example, a certain high-and-mighty Princess who uses her status to bully my Junior. Hmph... if I hadn't been so busy lately, I would have taught her a lesson before I left. So, Junior, if she bullies you again, you must tell me."
"..."
Muen immediately shut his mouth.
He didn't know who was stronger now, Anna or Celicia, but he knew better than to answer that.
Tattling was the quickest way to destroy the "friendship" between girls. Children, do not follow his example!
For the sake of domestic harmony and a happy life, he would just have to endure a little "bullying" himself!
Muen didn't dare linger on the subject. He quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the other participants.
After General Baror, the other representatives arrived one by one. Each looked solemn and imposing, fully prepared for the gravity of the meeting.
And each and every one of them was struck by the sight of the masterpiece: The Great Acting Sword Bearer of the Silence Bureau and Her Beloved Pretty Boy.
In particular, those who recognized Muen as the famous Duke’s son and the fiancé of the Empire’s Third Princess began to watch with looks of amused curiosity. Some even began to speculate if there was internal strife brewing within the Empire.
Regardless, the meeting had to begin.
Once everyone had arrived, the representative of the Church—the host and leader of the meeting—made her entrance. The newly appointed Saintess walked in with calm, elegant strides, arriving just a moment late.