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Chapter 14

The carriage began to move away from the residential area.

Hersel, lying back in the rear seat, was draped in an old robe, the kind a monk might wear.

Apparently, one should dress accordingly when receiving punishment. Such was the tradition of the Tenest family.

As Hersel’s eyelids began to droop, Selly, who was sitting opposite, opened her eyes half-way and asked, “Why are you taking me along?”

“Hm?”

“Usually, you don’t take anyone besides a couple of guards.”

Selly was puzzled.

Whenever Hersel visited the mines, he took only the minimum number of guards. Despite the servants’ objections, he insisted on going alone, which made everyone in the mansion suspicious.

After thinking for a moment, Hersel responded indifferently, “If you don’t want to come, get off.”

“…No. If I stay here alone, I won’t see anything good, so I’ll go with you.”

After the brief conversation, there was a moment of silence.

Hersel, in a languid, sleepy tone, said, “I’m a bit sleepy….”

With those words, he fell completely asleep, and Selly shook her head as she watched him.

The reality that this man was the only one she could trust made her feel pathetic.

Even when she needed to be alert, Hersel had become somewhat lax after returning from the armory.

However, there was nothing particularly dangerous.

The road to the mine was well-maintained, and it was a safe area with rare monster sightings.

Besides, they had an escort.

Clip-clop, clip-clop—

Jack, who had been scouting ahead, appeared, kicking up a bit of dust. He rode his horse alongside the carriage and laughed heartily.

“Hahaha, I found some bandits hiding up ahead. But when they saw the crest on our armor, they ran off in fear!”

Jack thumped his chest, showing the Tenest crest on his armor. It was understandable. The Tenest family was one of the most renowned in the empire, and this area was directly under their control.

Rodel, who was sitting at the back of the carriage, chuckled.

“Idiots. How many were there?”

“About a dozen or so? If they hadn’t been so cautious, it would’ve been quite the spectacle.”

“Indeed. I would have liked to see the young master’s skills in action.”

“Yeah, it’s a pity. Seeing him handle it would have spread good rumors and boosted the people’s morale.”

“When the young master becomes the head of the family, there would be fewer complaints, right?”

“Of course~ The higher the people’s favor, the better for us.”

Although Hersel had personally chosen these men as “trustworthy guards,” Selly was incredulous listening to their conversation.

Hersel, who couldn’t even catch a spider, showing his skills against a dozen bandits? She could only imagine his face being pummeled.

They were clearly chosen for their flattering words.

Not wanting to be part of this sycophantic contest, Selly moved to the coachman’s seat for a new conversation partner.

“So, your name is Rendal, right? It’s my first time working with you.”

Selly squeezed herself into the coachman’s seat and spoke to the middle-aged coachman holding the reins, but he remained silent.

Selly felt uncomfortable with the silence. She had heard that Rendal was a man of few words, even though she had only seen him a few times.

However, Hersel had insisted on bringing the longest-serving coachman from the mansion, so she had no choice but to include him.

“Here, have some.”

Selly took some snacks from her bag and offered them to the coachman, trying to break the silence.

But the coachman didn’t turn his head; he just glanced at the jerky Selly was offering. She wondered if he was avoiding her because of that incident.

“Thanks.”

One of the hands holding the reins reached for the jerky. Just as Selly’s face brightened slightly—

“Slow down, I can’t sleep with all this shaking….”

Hersel suddenly stuck his head out towards the coachman’s seat.

His appearance made the coachman’s hand awkwardly stop in midair, and Hersel’s gaze fixed on the scene.

After a moment of awkward silence, Hersel spoke.

“…Do only you have a mouth? Bring that over here.”

Selly snorted at Hersel’s arrogant attitude, handed the jerky to Rendal, and returned to her seat.

As she rummaged through her bag to check for anything damaged, Hersel spoke.

“That coachman, you said he’s been around a long time?”

“Yes? Oh, yes. He’s been here since I first arrived at the mansion. I heard he had already served Tenest for over 20 years back then….”

From then on, Hersel didn’t attempt to sleep again.

The carriage slowly made its way to the mine.

***

Outside, there were buildings like dormitories or annexes for the workers, but this place wasn’t for working on the outskirts of the quarry.

We had to enter like moles into a tunnel.

Thud, thud—

The uneven stones pricked at my soles. The sharp fragments of the quarried rocks seemed ready to draw blood if I were barefoot.

Entering the mine’s entrance with the group, dusty air swirled around.

The temperature was uncomfortably high, and the sticky humidity quickly clung to the skin.

Holding my breath against the thick air, I glanced around to see small tunnels branching out from within the cave.

What am I supposed to do here?

I’ve never done physical labor before.

Just as my temples began to throb, Jack grinned slyly.

“Well, as usual, we’ll act like we know nothing. Rodel, the young master is busy. Let’s go.”

“Yeah… It’s been a while since we had a good drink.”

Huh?

What do they mean by “act like we know nothing” and “have a good drink”?

Selly looked at me with suspicious eyes.

“What are those men talking about?”

“…I have no idea.”

I wanted to question Jack, but a middle-aged man running towards us interrupted.

He forced a smile.

“Haha… Young master, we’ve been waiting for you. How have you been?”

I gave a simple nod and nudged Selly’s shoulder, whispering quietly.

“Who is he?”

“Judging by his attire, he seems to be the person in charge here.”

His clean appearance, unlike the workers, made it clear.

Just as I was about to ask for an easy job, he said something unexpected.

“We’ve prepared plenty of liquor for the guards’ quarters. They’ll drink until they can’t remember a thing, so don’t worry.”

As expected…

I suspected it, but those two guards had really left to drink.

“Young master, this way. I thought about bringing some serving girls, but it was hard to find anyone willing to come here…”

Serving girls?

I stared blankly at him, feeling slightly dazed.

The person in charge fidgeted, gauging my reaction as if he had made a mistake.

“I-I’m sorry, young master. But we have plenty of fine liquor, so please don’t be angry.”

It was absurd. Even though Hersel came here to receive punishment, he was enjoying indulgence instead of reflecting.

The person in charge was both catering to and covering up for him.

Selly looked at me with disgust, as if staring at something revolting.

“No wonder there were strange rumors. Is this why you always came alone?”

Really, there seemed to be no end to the tales of this character.

Having no excuse, I shifted the conversation to the person in charge.

“Forget the liquor. I’m here for punishment, so let’s get to work. What do I need to do?”

“Work, you say?”

The person in charge looked surprised for a moment, then his face brightened.

“You arrived early, and someone has been waiting for you. The young lady also mentioned she wants to finish quickly, so this is perfect.”

What is he talking about? Young lady?

Selly sighed in frustration.

“Hmm~ A young lady…”

Should I just leave her here after the work is done?

***

Following the person in charge, we arrived at the annex outside the mine.

“This way, please.”

As we entered the annex, the creaking hallway revealed a man leaning against the wall by a door.

Long black hair reaching his waist was his distinguishing feature.

“Is that…?”

No, it must just be someone who looks similar.

What are the chances he’d be here?

As I walked closer, the more certain I became that I wasn’t mistaken.

He looked at me with a blank expression. His head turned, revealing his pale face.

“It’s been a while, young master. The young lady is inside.”

His lazy demeanor shattered my disbelief, sending a slight chill down my spine.

His long hair wasn’t a fashion statement but simply neglected out of laziness.

This extremely negligent man was unmistakably a playable character.

Ashen Dellerger.

One of the hardest difficulty characters in the game, rated as a “very difficult” storyline.

He always ranked high in player performance tier lists on the Asares community due to his strength.

But did he just say it’s been a while?

Did he have a connection with Hersel?

Even though playable characters’ scenarios start at different times, Hersel was always dead before any scenario started, so it was understandable that I wouldn’t know.

Anyway, if this is Dellerger, the “young lady” inside must be—

Creak.

Entering the room, a woman sat at a table.

Her pale blond hair tied back shimmered.

“It’s unusual to see you not drenched in liquor.”

Her noble appearance and jade-colored eyes matched the figure I had in mind.

One of the major NPCs of Asares, the merchant’s daughter, Aria del Orbella.

According to the settings, she was served by Dellerger, so it was easy to guess even before opening the door.

But the surprise didn’t fade.

Why was such a woman waiting for Hersel as if they had an appointment?

Oh, come to think of it…

In one of Dellerger and Aria’s conversation logs, Hersel’s name was mentioned once.

When Aria bought a sword for Dellerger.

-You bought all this, miss. You must have a lot of money.

-I bought it with the money I made by hoarding before the announcement.

-It’s all thanks to that young master.

-Yes, I ripped off that fool Hersel quite a bit.

Remembering Hersel’s name was unusual for players since it was rarely mentioned.

“Hersel, is something wrong?”

Aria asked as I remained silent, organizing my thoughts.

How should I respond?

Despite merchants being looked down upon in this era, Orbella was a noble family.

In the past, they became nobles by lending a huge sum to the emperor during a financial crisis.

Later, they even married into the royal family, so their descendants carried royal blood.

Their status matched mine, and in this world, the idea of ‘ladies first’ was deeply ingrained.

According to etiquette, I should also use honorifics.

But I’m a scoundrel.

“No, nothing in particular.”

“Well, that’s good. We can finish quickly.”

Her casual response indicated it was the right answer.

Aria smiled and handed over a document.

“The terms remain the same.”

It was a contract.

The terms were simple. The Orbella Merchant Guild would purchase byproducts from the mine.

“Hmm…”

Accepting that Hersel, who was exiled, would be involved in such a contract was one thing.

It wasn’t a significant matter, just a contract for handling byproducts.

The payment was made to the Tenest mansion, not Hersel, indicating it wasn’t done arbitrarily.

But something felt off.

I didn’t know the market price or value of byproducts to judge if this deal was fair.

Aria, whom I knew, wouldn’t engage in a scrap-dealing business.

And I doubted Hersel would conduct a legitimate transaction.

-Yes, I ripped off that fool Hersel quite a bit.

Recalling that conversation log reinforced my suspicion.

To uncover the truth of this contract, I decided to probe Aria.

“The terms are lacking.”

I pushed the contract back. Aria looked slightly flustered.

“What do you mean? The terms are no different from last month.”

“The contract itself is fine. I want to talk about the ‘between the lines’.”

The spaces between the lines.

In the game, Aria often referred to hidden, secretive deals in contracts as “between the lines.”

Aria flinched slightly, then sighed deeply.

“This is a continuation of that previous conversation. As I said then, the end of the war between Antore and Sidiril has caused iron ore prices to drop steadily. Recently, new minerals discovered in the southern continent are expected to completely replace iron ore. I can’t offer you a higher price.”

Talking about iron ore out of nowhere during a discussion about byproducts?

Okay, noted.

Now, what should I say next? Let’s just say something and see what happens.

“Still, this seems like a pretty poor deal.”

“If you need money, the only way is to increase the transaction volume. But that carries risks for you too.”

The contract stated all byproducts were to be traded.

The term “transaction volume” wasn’t appropriate here.

And what risks are there in a byproduct deal?

I pieced it together.

Hersel and Aria had been trading iron ore, not byproducts.

Hersel had no right to sell ore, and Aria’s contract didn’t include buying ore.

It was a secretive deal, hence the “risk.”

Let’s dig deeper into what kind of deal they had.

“What’s the point of business if you’re afraid of risks? Let’s increase the volume.”

“Then you’ll need additional personnel to transport the ore besides the manager.”

“What’s the big deal? Just hire more people.”

“The more ears listening, the more mouths to keep shut.”

…So that’s how it was.

I finally understood the nature of Hersel and Aria’s contract.

Hersel, conspiring with the manager, secretly diverted a portion of the ore, treating it as byproducts.

And Aria bought this ore, disguised as byproducts, at a low price.

Hersel would then receive kickbacks from Aria.

I felt a headache coming on. Hersel, even in exile, was siphoning off the family’s assets.

Oh, seriously… Hersel…

“You damn…”

“Excuse me? Damn?”

“This deal is garbage.”

I let out a long sigh and said.

“No more games. I’ve changed my mind about this deal. It’s off.”

“What? No, what are you saying…”

Continuing this deal would eventually be discovered, leading to assassination attempts, and putting my life at risk. It would give my enemies a perfect excuse to target me.

Aria, squinting her eyes, reluctantly spoke.

“Fine. I can’t agree to increase the volume, but I can increase your share, Hersel. But…”

“You misunderstand. As I said, this deal is off. From now on, there’s no deal.”

Realizing my firm stance, Aria’s face turned blank. Then she suddenly smiled meaningfully.

“Hm, trying to back out now? You don’t hold the initiative in this deal. I do.”

Feigning confidence, she looked at her nails and continued.

“Oh… what should I do? If the Duke finds out, he’ll be furious, the people’s morale will plummet, and you might even lose your inheritance rights?”

Her sudden threat felt almost amusing.

Not doing the deal was fine, but treating me like a fool was laughable.

I twisted my lips into a smile.

“Go ahead, try it.”

Let’s show her what happens when you mess with someone who knows a lot.

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    While walking down the hallway, I heard the quiet murmurs of the servants. As I glanced in their direction, they quickly averted their eyes and pretended to be busy. This had become a frequent occurrence lately. As more pages were crossed out in my notebook detailing assassination methods, the number of fearful eyes began to increase. Conversely, the number of assassination attempts decreased. This was both a good and bad sign. If the existing methods didn’t work, it was only natural to change strategies and approaches.

    “Have you heard anything new?” I asked Selly while taking notes. Her response was a sleepy gaze and a curt reply.

    “No, I haven’t… People just shut up whenever they see me. What can I do about that?” I had hoped for a different answer, but it was as expected. With Selly also isolated like this, updates on new assassination methods were non-existent.

    “Your value is starting to decline.”

    While Selly grumbled with a sour face, I sighed to cool my burning frustration. Ever since I realized that the mistress was no ordinary woman during our last meeting, my wariness had significantly increased. Moreover, the thought of unknown threats coming my way made me even more anxious. If a moment arose where I had to display quick wit on the spot, and if I found myself in a crisis without even the chance to practice beforehand, could I really survive?

    I put my notebook away and stood up. I didn’t want to just sit idly and do nothing.

    “Where are you going?”

    “Just want to take a walk.”

    With a simple word, I left the room. As the door closed, I overheard Selly’s grumbling.

    “Go ahead and live alone now that the sweet juice is gone. They might even push you off a cliff again.”

    What a malicious girl.

    In novels, no matter how villainous the character, there’s usually a loyal maid. My maid, however, was completely out of her mind.

    “How do you do, young master?”

    “Hm?”

    A sudden male voice made me stop in my tracks.

    “I came because you called for me. You said you wanted to get some fresh air, right?”

    The faces were familiar. Two men who had left me to fall off a cliff under the guise of protecting me. From what Selly had told me, the middle-aged man who had held a knife to my throat was named Jack, and the tall one was Rodel. The one speaking to me now was Jack.

    But I never called for them. I quickly understood their strange behavior. Jack glanced around lightly, watching the surrounding servants. Clearly, he was wary of being seen. It seemed like he had something to say in private.

    “You’re late. Shouldn’t you have come early and waited?” I replied as naturally as possible and walked behind Jack. These two men had to be followed. It had been a long time since I had bluffed that a will detailing their crimes would be revealed if I died. They, believing this lie, prioritized my safety and would not set a trap.

    After passing through the main gate and arriving at a location slightly removed from the mansion’s grounds, Jack finally spoke.

    “As expected… Did you foresee the current situation, young master?”

    The current situation clearly referred to the festival. But foresee it? The absurdity made me remain silent, causing Jack to raise his eyebrows as if hiding something.

    “It’s alright, young master. You showed it that day, didn’t you? The claws you had been hiding all this time.”

    Claws?

    “I was somewhat unsure. That day… I mean the unfortunate event. I thought I might have seen an illusion, but we have ears, too. Hearing about your prowess gave us confidence.”

    Rodel, who was beside Jack, added enthusiastically.

    “Of course, young master’s skill is undeniable. It was amusing every time those who overstepped their bounds fell. Do they think their impudence could even scratch you?”

    Their tone suggested they saw me as some kind of Sword Master. It seemed I had created a misunderstanding. I was undoubtedly the cause. When Jack’s sword broke against my neck, I had indeed said,

    – There’s still half a sword left. Why not try swinging it again?

    To prevent another strike, I had also said,

    – I’ve already given you two chances, one at the cliff and one here. You should brace yourself for the third..

    To distinguish my authority, I had said,

    – Are your lives valuable enough for me to take with my own hands?

    The bravado from that day had clearly been effective. Surviving dozens of assassination attempts must have also given them confidence in me. Even I thought the misunderstanding was plausible.

    But now what?

    What would happen if they found out that the supposed Phoenix was just a sparrow on fire?

    I nodded while looking at the arms of the two men who seemed capable of crushing a watermelon with a headlock.

    “That’s right. I knew the mistress would act this way.”

    If I appeared weak, they might see an opportunity. They might devise a plan to nullify my will threat. I couldn’t allow them even a moment of such thoughts.

    “But look at this situation now. Sending mere servants. It’s like using a finely sharpened sword to cut paper. Isn’t it laughable?”

    My bravado flowed naturally. I must have grown accustomed to this act. Jack and Rodel kept exclaiming in admiration at my completed act of bravado.

    “So, wearing the mask of a wretched scoundrel was all just an act to deceive everyone?”

    “Indeed, it was strange, Jack. A person born with everything, getting drunk all the time, picking fights, deliberately catching innocent people to beat them, and laughing at women fetching water. It didn’t make any sense, did it?”

    So that’s what they thought.

    Impressive, bravado.

    I listened quietly as Rodel tried to correct his manners, feeling he had overstepped.

    “Well, now I understand. You had no choice but to do so to survive.”

    So why had these guys brought me here and were now flattering me?

    It was probably as I thought. They saw the potential of me becoming the head of the family and were betting on getting some benefits.

    To provoke their true intentions, I turned as if to leave.

    “I didn’t come here just to hear that. I’m leaving.”

    Jack’s plea came from behind.

    “C-can we truly serve you, young master?”

    As expected. I feigned reluctance, asking bluntly.

    “Do you even have the worth?”

    Just as expected, Jack began to list his qualifications like a job applicant.

    “Yes, we do. We are mixed in with the mansion’s people. We will continue to act hostile towards you on the outside. This way, we can secretly deliver all the rumors and schemes from inside to you.”

    “You mean you’ll act as spies…”

    It was quite a tempting offer. They had value as informants, and if enemies attacked, I could just tell them to handle it, saying it was too troublesome.

    “It might not be a big help, but it’s better than nothing.”

    I accepted lightly, and Jack’s face lit up with joy.

    “Really? Despite our previous rudeness, you will truly accept us?”

    Yes. As interns for hell.

    ***

    The desk was littered with empty cans. They were all energy drinks bought on a 1+1 sale at the convenience store. The mascot for this product was an elephant wearing sunglasses. The drink I was consuming had been discontinued and replaced several times, but the keyboard and monitor I had requested to be replaced were still the same.

    “Another new one came out.”

    Mira, who was also working late, showed interest in the new product. I handed her a can, noting her dark circles that even makeup couldn’t hide.

    “Want one?”

    “Sure, I’d love that.”

    The sound of a can opening was heard beside me. I watched as Mira gulped down the carbonated drink before fixing my gaze back on the monitor.

    “But sir, are you sure it’s alright?”

    “What?”

    “Our job is security, after all. Don’t you think what you’re doing lately might be against professional ethics?”

    Mira also knew. She knew I was using my spare time to crack the security design of Asares with my personal laptop. She was chiding me for this double-standard behavior as a security software developer.

    “It’s an old single-player game. It doesn’t harm anyone.”

    “But still…”

    “Do you think I’ll get punished?”

    I laughed it off, not taking it seriously, and focused on my work again. But Mira seemed particularly talkative today.

    “I guess you don’t know yet, do you?”

    “Huh?”

    I flinched. Her hand reached over my desk, pointing directly at the power button of my computer.

    Has she finally lost it after all these night shifts? I should talk to the manager about giving her a break.

    “Mira, you seem really out of sorts lately. I’ll handle the work, so take a few days off and rest—”

    “Look at yourself right now.”

    Click—

    As her finger pressed the button, the cooler stopped, and the monitor went dark. My eyes widened in shock. The reflection on the screen wasn’t my face.

    “You’re already being punished.”

    So it was a dream.

    The conversation with Mira and being sucked into Asares, it was all…?

    No, it wasn’t. Letters appeared on my retina, clearly indicating what was a dream and what was reality.

    [Physical attack detected.]

    [Trait activated.]

    [1-second invincibility cooldown: 59 seconds]

    Instead of a morning call, the sound of metal breaking rang in my ears.

    Bang!

    As I opened my eyes, I saw a silhouette holding a broken dagger.

    Right, this is Asares.

    I was destined to survive in this cursed mansion.

    Bang!

    I kicked off the blanket and rolled off the bed, pressing my back against the corner of the wall.

    “It’s true! I thought it was just a rumor.”

    A butler in formal attire with slicked-back hair. A man who looked like a beast dressed as a gentleman.

    I was wary of his wide smile.

    Despite failing the assassination attempt, he remained relaxed. Although he was dressed as a butler, his atmosphere was entirely different from other servants.

    Glancing at the door, I saw the string and paper tied to the knob and the table still hanging. It was a makeshift security system I had set up for safe sleeping, but it hadn’t alerted me. The door seemed to be still locked.

    Perhaps the large assassin entered through a crack in the door?

    As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the broken dagger fragment. Pretending to get up, I secretly picked it up.

    To buy time for the cooldown, I initiated a conversation.

    “Wasn’t it supposed to be an accident?”

    I was genuinely curious.

    The previous act had denied all the methods the mansion’s servants used to disguise their assassinations as accidents.

    “There are ways for everything.”

    He brushed it off with an enigmatic smile and tossed the broken dagger aside. Though empty-handed, he didn’t seem to intend on retreating.

    “Poor you. If your neck had been severed, it would have been a sweet death.”

    The assassin blocked the doorway. I moved slowly towards the window, trying to appear as natural as possible.

    “A sweet death… sounds nice.”

    I muttered anything to buy time, checking the cooldown.

    [1-second invincibility cooldown: 21 seconds]

    “Unfortunately, such things don’t happen. Even if death beckons, I only flee.”

    I had considered the possibility of an assassin entering my room directly. I had already thought of a response.

    My quarters were on the fifth floor. A normal person would be crushed from such a height, but I had survived a greater fall with my skill.

    If I jumped and gained distance, I could seek out the guards on my side and preserve my life.

    Luckily, the assassin seemed intrigued by my reaction, watching closely.

    [1-second invincibility cooldown: 1 second]

    Finally, the cooldown was almost over. I reached for the window, ready to open it.

    Ping!

    [1-second invincibility: available]

    Bang!

    [A physical attack has been detected.]

    [1 second of invincibility is activated.]

    [1 second invincibility cooldown: 60 seconds]

    Something flew at incredible speed and almost pierced my forehead. To be precise, it nearly did. The object that hit my head and rolled onto the ground was… smaller than an arrow. A bolt, perhaps? When I looked up, the assassin was already holding a crossbow.

    “Impressive. You hit me right in the forehead.”

    …Damn it. I didn’t expect him to have a crossbow hidden in his clothes. And to draw it and aim at my head in that brief moment—he wasn’t an ordinary person.

    “Swords and arrows don’t work on you, huh? Just like the servants were saying, are you really immortal?”

    He was saying something, but anyway, I needed to buy more time to survive. I put on a show of bravado while igniting the noble embers of my blood to the fullest.

    “This will be the last time I tolerate such rudeness. I’ll give you a chance to retreat now.”

    It seemed like my bluff worked. He threw his crossbow to the ground.

    “For someone who speaks so confidently, you look pretty intimidated.”

    But his response almost made me swallow my breath. He grinned wickedly and took something out from his clothes. A skull-shaped orb about the size of a billiard ball. My eyes widened because I knew exactly what it was.

    [Cursed Giant’s Skull]

    [Attribute: Curse

    Objects hit by its light shrink.

    If the shrunken object is exposed to light again, it returns to its normal size.]

    “Let’s see if this works too. I’ll confirm whether you’re truly immortal.”

    I instinctively tried to dodge, but it was impossible to avoid the red light emanating from the skull’s eye sockets. In an instant, I shrank to the size of a fist, and his hand swept the floor like a rake.

    “As expected, even if you’re immortal, you can’t do anything about this.”

    His fingers grabbed my body precisely. I tried to muster strength in my captured body, but I couldn’t move an inch. So, this was how he entered without opening the door and made it look like there was no foul play. With that, he could shrink his body to slip through the door crack and easily dispose of my corpse.

    “I originally planned to make it look like you disappeared, but this is much more fun. How about it? Want to struggle like an ant?”

    I could feel his grip tightening around me. Just as he said, it wasn’t enough to kill me immediately, but it was enough to make me groan in pain.

    “Krrgh…”

    It was a desperate situation, akin to being a bug collected by a predator, but even as I grimaced in pain, I kept my gaze fixed on one spot.

    [1 second invincibility cooldown: 18 seconds]

    No matter how much he sneered with that malicious face, I was counting down the cooldown. My grip tightened on the shard of a dagger in my hand.

    12

    It was when I had procured various items from Selly and conducted clinical experiments. I intentionally got poisoned while in a cooldown state. Thanks to that, I was able to figure out how ‘1 Second Invincibility’ judged previously applied debuffs. Though it felt like dying from the stomach pain.

    [1 Second Invincibility Cooldown: 17 seconds]

    [Status Ailment: Poison]

    [1 Second Invincibility: Usable]

    [Poison detected. Type: Sariri Poison]

    [1 Second Invincibility trait activates.]

    The result was that when the cooldown ended, 1 Second Invincibility would activate again, removing persistent status ailments and continuous damage.

    “Guh…” I tensed my entire body. My body, which had shrunk like a toy, was now caught in the grip of an assassin. The damp touch was unpleasant, but only for a moment. Once the cooldown of ‘1 Second Invincibility’ passed, the curse of miniaturization would also be lifted.

    [1 Second Invincibility Cooldown: 14 seconds]

    The grip around me tightened more and more. I gritted my teeth and used all my strength to push against the fingers.

    “Hup!”

    “Hmm…. Crushing you like an ant is boring. I’ve done it before…… What would be more fun for a change? Right, I remember. I was once curious about the taste of human flesh.”

    [1 Second Invincibility Cooldown: 5 seconds]

    “Moreover, you don’t die easily, do you? It might even be good for my health.”

    The assassin opened his mouth wide. I tightly gripped the broken blade of the dagger. Blood flowed from my hand, but I had to endure such pain.

    “Aang~”

    Just as my head was about to enter between his teeth, I thrust my fingers into the grip holding me with all my might. A groan escaped from his mouth. It seemed I had caused him pain akin to a bee sting.

    “Agh!”

    I felt his grip loosen. I could move my arms more freely. Gripping the lodged dagger firmly, I slashed it across his fingers. Blood spurted wherever the dagger passed. The more I cut, the louder his screams grew.

    “Aaargh!”

    It was just like a paper cut, but there were countless wounds. The fingers that had been clutching me opened like a blooming flower.

    “You wretched little…!”

    The assassin grimaced and opened his free left hand, readying it as if to swat a mosquito.

    “Just die already!”

    “Do you think that’s possible?”

    The cooldown was almost over.

    [1 Second Invincibility Cooldown: 1 second]

    [1 Second Invincibility: Usable]

    [Threat detected. Type: Curse of Miniaturization]

    [1 Second Invincibility activates.]

    Simultaneously with the system alarm, my body grew larger. The assassin’s face twisted in surprise as my body rapidly expanded. Not missing this golden opportunity, I thrust the dagger with all my weight straight into his neck.

    Thud!

    My hand was warm and wet. It was the blood flowing from the assassin’s neck.

    “How… how did your body… grow, ugh… the knife?”

    His bewildered face contorted in pain. He clutched his neck, screaming in agony. It all happened so quickly that even the assassin couldn’t react properly. And even I couldn’t realize at the moment that what I had just done was killing someone.

    “S-save me… even now… get me a… doctor…”

    His voice, close to a scream, was hoarse. The warmth of his blood hadn’t faded. The sight of the man’s life ebbing away reminded me vividly that this place, where I was possessed, was not a simple game but reality. Yet, I felt no guilt. Only relief and an inexplicable sense of accomplishment filled me.

    “P-please… get me a doctor even now… if you do that, I can live…”

    Looking down at the man growing colder, I spoke in a detached voice.

    “Do you know something?”

    “Huff… huff…”

    “I am someone who knows how to kill in order to survive.”

    Was this nature originally a part of my character, or was it due to the mental trait ‘Noble Blood’s Embers’? Either way, it was something to be happy about, so I smiled gently. I had overcome a trial that I had to face someday.

    The minimum requirement for survival in the world of Asares, where the strong prey on the weak, was ruthlessness.

    “Especially against someone like you.”

    Thunk!

    I pulled the sword out of his neck. The pool of blood on the floor spread wider.

    Yesterday, despite having directly ordered the butler to dispose of the body during the night, the mansion was eerily quiet. The butler had been shocked when he saw the face of the corpse and said, ‘Se, Sevan?’ This meant the intruder wasn’t from outside.

    This suggested that the assassin had been used as an attendant, and the mistress would want to keep this fact hidden from the public.

    “Hmm.”

    I clenched and unclenched my hand that had been cut while gripping the dagger. After applying some ointment and sleeping, the wound had healed, leaving a scar fainter than a wrinkle. As expected of an ointment made by a renowned wizard, it was far more effective than anything from my previous world.

    I was lucky to have only ended up with such minor injuries. I thought back to when I had been hit by a crossbow bolt with only 1 second of cooldown left. If there had been even a 0.1-second error… the mere thought sent chills down my spine.

    “I almost grew horns… But at least there was a material reward.”

    I pushed away the image of a human unicorn from my mind and took out the spoils I had obtained yesterday.

    [Cursed Giant’s Skull]

    [Attribute Type: Curse.

    When hit by light, the target becomes miniature.

    If light is shone on the miniature target again, they return to normal.]

    Although this item was classified as a C-rank item among users, it wasn’t that great. At first glance, it might seem like you could shrink any formidable boss and crush them like an ant. But if that were possible, I wouldn’t have needed to create cheat codes. It didn’t work on targets who had reached a certain level, and it wasn’t designed for combat in the first place, which was why it was rated C-rank.

    Moreover, it was a rather useless item for me at the moment, so C-rank was already generous.

    [Unavailable: Requires Mana.]

    Essential for mages or magic swordsmen, mana was either an innate talent one was born with or could be acquired through rigorous training from the bottom up. Of course, Hersel had no talent, and there was no history of effort in his wasted years. If he had even a grain of mana, I would have reassessed Hersel.

    “Why did I have to be possessed by such a pathetic guy, damn it.”

    The more I thought about it, the more it gave me a headache, so I decided to just accept it.

    “I got the admission ticket rather quickly.”

    I decided to save the skull for a later scenario and carefully placed it in a box.

    Tap─

    I stood up from the chair. It was fortunate that I survived yesterday, but it was a near-death experience that heightened my sense of caution. Since there was no telling when another professional assassin might attack, I had to be fully prepared.

    “Ah…, it would be great to have a machine gun. So I could shoot them all.”

    The place I was headed to now was the armory.

    The highest-grade weapons were all in the treasure house, which only the head of the household could access, so my only option was the armory. But it wasn’t something to be dismissed, as it was a high-grade armory reserved for the children, not for knights or soldiers.

    In the place reeking of iron, I looked at the displayed armor and weapons with bright eyes. Sharp swords around 120 centimeters long showed off their edges, and huge axes capable of felling giant trees exuded an imposing presence, enough to demonstrate a miracle on the battlefield like Moses.

    As expected of a wealthy family, it was filled with difficult-to-obtain items. However, there was no machine gun.

    I avoided the axes and spears and picked up a long sword befitting my feeble stats. But it was so heavy that it felt like my shoulder would dislocate. It was fortunate if I didn’t throw it away while swinging it; it was impossible to use it as a weapon, so I put it back in its place.

    “Phew… the weight of this metal is no joke.”

    I picked up shorter and lighter swords, but even those were heavy to swing. Eventually, I moved my hand to a medium sword about 60 centimeters long, leaving my pride in tatters.

    Suddenly, I felt a prickling sensation, as if I had been shocked by static electricity.

    -Pathetic…

    A voice?

    No, was it right to call it a voice? It felt like it was transmitted through my skin.

    I looked around. There was no one else in the armory but me. It was likely a hallucination, but still, I asked the question. There was no one to hear me, so why not?

    “Who are you?”

    -W-wait a minute, can you hear my voice?

    The startled voice made my skin tingle.

    ‘So, it’s not a hallucination….’

    Normally, I would have run away from a suspicious voice. If it weren’t the armory, I would have done just that. Since the voice was coming from a place where not even a mouse was seen, I was curious. If I could hear a person’s voice in such a place with no one around, there was only one possibility.

    -This body asked…. c-can you hear my voice!

    “I can hear you, that’s why I’m asking.”

    One of the highest-grade options, Ego. Even the most worthless item would be considered three grades higher if it had ‘Ego’ attached. Just that alone made it the best item in the armory.

    -I can’t believe my voice can be heard… it’s a fateful connection after so many thousands of years.

    It seemed that others couldn’t hear its voice. That bothered me a bit, but I didn’t care much.

    “Really?”

    I answered nonchalantly on purpose. When an ownerless Ego item speaks, it’s always a plea for help. It makes sense, given they spend their lives stuck in dusty places for long periods. They must want to enjoy some fresh air and freedom.

    “It was nice meeting you. I’ll wait for our next encounter.”

    I pretended to examine other weapons that I couldn’t even lift, just to tease it a bit more.

    “Hmm…. there’s nothing useful here. I guess I won’t be coming back.”

    As expected, the begging began.

    -W-wait! Don’t go! My name is Donatan. I once served the world’s strongest swordsman and was the incarnation of lightning. If you take me with you, many good things will happen! So please, take me out!

    Incarnation? Probably a spirit. They always exaggerate. Is that their racial trait?

    “A talent, huh…. You look like an ordinary sword.”

    The one you’re holding is not my true form. I am—

    Creeeak—

    The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I turned my gaze from the sword to the entrance. A man with an intellectual appearance, Deisel, approached me, his silver hair gleaming as he spoke coldly.

    “What are you doing here?”

    His dry tone and sharp eyes were a stark contrast to the polite demeanor I had seen during the family meal. But it wasn’t surprising. I had already exposed my true feelings to the mistress and wasn’t on good terms with him. It made sense that he would reveal his true nature in a place with no onlookers.

    Avoiding a pointless confrontation, I looked back at the sword. I didn’t have much to say since I didn’t fully understand Hersel’s relationship with him.

    However, Deisel seemed unwilling to leave me alone. He narrowed his eyes, observing my actions.

    “Are you trying to learn swordsmanship now… have you already forgotten how badly you were beaten?”

    It seemed Hersel had been thoroughly beaten by him in the past. Annoyed by his arrogance, I responded half-heartedly.

    “There are people who carry swords around. If I want to play with them, I should have one too, right?”

    “You’re going to die anyway, it’s a meaningless struggle. Besides, these things here aren’t yours. Put them down and get lost.”

    His remarks were crossing the line. Watching him act as if everything here belonged to him, I ignited the ‘Embers of Noble Blood’.

    “Pathetic attempt at control. The mistress must be trembling with anxiety, like a stray cat.”

    Finally, I saw his face twist into a fierce expression, just as it had when I probed the mistress’s intentions at the dinner table.

    “Hersel…, watch your mouth. If you don’t want your limbs broken like before!”

    Was it the confidence from defeating the assassin? Or was it the certainty that he couldn’t do anything to me right now? I felt no fear. One thing was clear, I couldn’t afford to be looked down on here, nor did I want to appear that way.

    I smirked and taunted him.

    “Go ahead and try.”

    Deisel’s expression cooled as he stepped back. My relief was short-lived when I saw him grab a rusty dagger from the display. I regretted provoking him.

    No way… Is he really going to do it?

    “I will, eventually. But not right now.”

    Then, why don’t you put the dagger down?

    Ping!

    A sharp sound pierced my ears. The dagger brushed past my hair and embedded itself in the wall.

    “Did you say you needed a weapon? For someone like you, a piece of trash that can barely cut meat is suitable. You can take that.”

    Deisel sneered, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. I said nothing as his cold, murderous gaze bore into me. The difference in our skills was evident from the fact that I couldn’t even see his movement.

    13

    “Disgusting.”

    Seated in a chair, I looked at the ego sword and grabbed a clean cloth.

    As I wiped the rusted dagger meticulously, fragments of iron, left neglected in the rain for over ten years, crumbled away like powder.

    ‘With a bit more oil, it will shine soon enough.’

    “Wait a moment.”

    I shook the bell, summoning Selly who had been waiting outside the door. The young girl entered with a disgruntled expression and asked in a business-like manner.

    “Did you call for me?”

    “I’m going to clean the sword. Bring me the tools for oiling it.”

    Selly turned to fetch the items.

    Donatan, seemingly having more demands, cried out in a desperate voice.

    -W-wait! Don’t I also need a suitable scabbard?

    “…You have many presumptuous demands. You should be grateful I’m even cleaning you.”

    Selly stopped in her tracks and spun around, looking as if she had heard something disturbing.

    She must have overheard my conversation with Donatan.

    “…Excuse me?”

    “I wasn’t talking to you.”

    “Then, who were you speaking to?”

    “Never mind. Just hurry up and get the tools.”

    Selly shot me a narrowed look, as if I were a lunatic, then quickly vanished from sight.

    -Will you be alright?

    “What?”

    -Humans care about their reputation. Mumbling to yourself isn’t going to look good.

    “It doesn’t matter. The kid already thinks I’m a lunatic.”

    -Humph… But what about in front of others?

    Trying to pull a trick on me?

    Seeing through Donatan’s intentions, I glared at him.

    Though he pretended to be concerned, I knew there was a reason for his persistence.

    As I maintained silence, Donatan revealed his true intentions as expected.

    -Make a contract with me. We can communicate without speaking.

    He was trying to secure an unbreakable bond, fearing abandonment.

    “A soul contract… huh.”

    This was a high-level contract, usually with a spirit, only breakable by the death of one party.

    After a moment of thought, I replied carefully.

    “Isn’t it too early for that?”

    Even if it’s an ego sword, if it can’t be used or isn’t useful, it would just be an annoying noise.

    “First, let’s see your abilities. Isn’t that right?”

    -How dare you question my abilities!

    “You have a poor attitude. Should I just discard you?”

    The sword, having shouted in anger, finally lowered its tail.

    I took out paper and a pen from the drawer, then looked down at Donatan, speaking in a business-like tone.

    “Let’s start the interview. You pass if you score over 80. Answer sincerely.”

    -…Arrogance knows no bounds. To defile the name of the Incarnation of Thunder…

    “The dust that fell off when I wiped you earlier, was that your manners? Minus 20 points for poor attitude.”

    I accurately drew a horizontal line and wrote the number 20.

    While Donatan stuttered like a novice, I continued, imagining myself as a strict interviewer.

    [Why did you apply to this company?]

    “Why do you want to come to me?”

    -Because the one who could hear my voice… died long ago.

    “So you’re saying I’m your only option… A plus 20 points for that, it’s perfect for exploitation.”

    Next question.

    [What position did you hold at your previous job?]

    “What did you do when you had an owner? Any achievements?”

    -Th-that…

    “Hesitating isn’t good. Minus 20 points.”

    -W-wait! I protected my owner. I am a sword that guarded the strongest swordsman of my time!

    Blatant lies.

    If he were such a great person, he wouldn’t carry around a rusty old sword like this.

    “Lying, minus 20 points.”

    Donatan almost went insane from my ruthless scoring.

    -Another 20 points? This is unfair. At this rate, I’m already disqualified.

    “There are bonus points, so don’t give up yet. Here’s the final question. Take this chance.”

    So far, there wasn’t much I liked about him. I pondered how to sell him off, then asked the crucial question of this interview.

    [What skills and capabilities do you possess? For example, any certifications?]

    “Tell me your skills. If it’s useful, I’ll give you 100 points.”

    Perhaps motivated, Donatan raised his voice confidently.

    -Of course, I will pass! My true value is incomparable to the skills of ordinary swords!

    “That sounds interesting. Explain it well.”

    -I have said it many times. My owner was called the Sword Saint. I fought many fierce battles with him, learning his near-perfect swordsmanship.

    “Oh….”

    -I will train you similarly. Though you may not reach his level, you could still make a name for yourself on the continent.

    “I’m intrigued. How?”

    -First, I need to assess your body. Quickly, grab me.

    Following Donatan’s instructions, I grabbed the sword. I felt a weak current run through my body.

    -Your bone density is excellent, but your muscle strength is negligible. What have you been doing all this time?

    Bone density? Muscle strength?

    Is he some kind of body composition analyzer?

    -Next, let’s check your aura. As expected, narrow pathways, tsk tsk.

    This time, the current felt like it was flowing along my veins. It wasn’t painful, just a bit tingly.

    After a minute, Donatan gasped.

    -……..

    “Why are you silent?”

    After a pause, he answered seriously.

    -Your aura pathways are severed. Not from battle scars, but decayed. What did you do to end up like this?

    That’s what I want to ask.

    “Well, I suspect one thing. It’s probably because of the drinking. Consuming terrible alcohol every day for years.”

    Not me, Hersel.

    -Foolish. Neglecting training, you soaked your body in poison… Look at your state now. A body ruined to the point of being called a wreck. Even if you practice the most refined techniques, it will be in vain.

    His grim news made my shoulders droop.

    To survive as a swordsman in Asares, aura was essential. I had to give up that profession.

    “So, your abilities are not useful to me?”

    As I adjusted to my disappointment and was about to deduct points, a spark of static electricity tightened my grip.

    -W-wait!

    I frowned at his sudden action.

    “…What did you do?”

    -I sent an electric signal to your hand muscles. I can teach you swordsmanship this way.

    “But without aura, it’s useless. Even if I learn, would I be able to dodge or cut anything properly?”

    -…

    Learning great swordsmanship without aura is like dancing.

    Unable to refute my logic, Donatan spoke in a calm voice, as if resigning himself to fate.

    -You are right. We are not a match. It seems this was just a passing encounter.

    The recruitment seemed to be falling apart.

    Feeling a bit sorry, I decided to give him one last chance before putting him back in the box.

    “If you have no other skills, that’s how it will end. Just tell me anything. Any skill at all.”

    But he spent this precious time whining like a drunkard.

    -I was never a great sword. Compared to the other ego swords my owner had, I was insignificant. My only skills were detecting people nearby and serving my owner’s sleep.

    Hmm?

    -Do you know what other swords called me? A sleep sword. A guard dog protecting its sleeping master, that’s all I was worth.

    Wait, what?

    -Hmph, laugh if you want. Anyway-

    “That’s good.”

    -W-what do you mean by that?

    I stood up and clapped my hands.

    “Congratulations, 100 points.”

    -W-what?

    Selly, who was bringing back the requested items on a cart, was startled at the door.

    She saw me conversing with a decayed dagger, then standing up and clapping, laughing like a madman.

    ***

    “Congratulations, 100 points.”

    Today, the young master seemed crazier than usual.

    How could someone be so refreshingly mad?

    Honestly, it’s frightening.

    Each day, his madness reached new heights, presenting a new and unknown fear.

    ‘…It’s giving me chills.’

    Selly steadied her trembling shoulders and pushed the cart smoothly towards Hersel.

    She then quietly closed the door, hiding her contemplative expression.

    Thunk—

    ***

    A delicate hand reached for the vase on the desk.

    The lady gently stroked the petals with her thumb.

    ‘We had something similar at our house. Except it walked on two legs…’

    The lady thought Hersel was like a flower with a thin stem that would break with a mere tap from a child’s hand.

    Yet, despite filling its soil with poisonous fertilizer and pruning it heavily, the stem remained unbroken, and the leaves stayed lush.

    Remarkably, even the roots, gnawed at by assassins, were eradicated.

    “But why…”

    Though it should be annoying, why did the corners of her mouth lift slightly?

    It felt like finding a stimulant in boredom.

    Thinking that the seemingly insignificant one had hidden potential made it more impressive.

    ‘I feel like I’m climbing stairs. Towards the same level as me…’

    The lady plucked a petal as if harvesting a ripe crop.

    Unconsciously, it expressed her desire to step forward from an observer to a direct participant.

    …But that’s still premature.’

    Regaining her reason, she relaxed her grip.

    Ending it hastily would lead to an unsatisfactory conclusion, unworthy of the term “festival.”

    Moreover, the remaining assassins in the warehouse deserved their fair chance.

    She decided to watch a bit longer and looked at the mark etched on the calendar.

    ‘Speaking of which, isn’t it time for him to receive his punishment soon?’

    The day after tomorrow.

    Hersel would leave the mansion and embark on a perilous path where his disappearance would be considered natural.

    She couldn’t imagine him surviving.

    The perfect stage, but this time the sent assassin was of a different caliber than before.

    ***

    The cookies were sweet, and the tea was bitter.

    I thought life, too, was sweet and bitter.

    “Do I really have to go?”

    “The Duke ordered it as a severe punishment, so you must go.”

    Without needing to emphasize “absolutely,” Selly’s solemn expression conveyed it.

    It was truly unfair. Why did I have to bear this punishment?

    I, who only typed on a keyboard, now had to work in a mine in Tenest’s direct territory.

    Once a month, and that was tomorrow.

    Not a pleasing situation.

    The stage was set. The lady would certainly have another scheme.

    “What did I do to deserve this punishment from Father?”

    “Do you not remember?”

    Selly inspected my face with an incredulous look, then sighed deeply and spoke. My face must have shown that I really didn’t know.

    “Ah, you were drunk and said this to the noble lady who visited the mansion… ‘Is she the whore my father called? Ditching that stray cat, a new stepmother wouldn’t be bad.’ Do you know how angry the Duke was? Even I, who worked far away, felt my skin prickling.”

    I almost spit out the tea I was drinking at Hersel’s shocking conduct. If it weren’t for the noble blood, I surely would have.

    My God.

    Given the high rank of the guest, even if he was drunk, calling her a whore on their first meeting was outrageous.

    Considering the rudeness of his actions, working in a mine was a lenient punishment.

    “…He really was a madman.”

    Selly looked surprised.

    “You were aware…”

    “What?”

    “Nothing…”
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      it seems the game is actually not that simple.
      the mistress is weird and she sounds so erotic for some reason hypno
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    #panic# broda Chapter 11-13 is missing
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