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Episode 24
Dobien, who had been whining unjustly, only quieted down after I smacked him on the head.
[Conscience +1]
Did he lose his mind because I nurtured his conscience?
“What do you mean, ‘take responsibility’?”
“E-ever since you forced that memory-erasing potion down my throat, I’ve been acting weird!”
“Ah, the potion you tried to force on me first? How shameless of you to play the victim.”
“Exactly!”
“……?”
Dobien, who had barely calmed down, began rambling incoherently again.
“Listen! I knew I was doing bad things, but it never bothered me! I need to survive and achieve my dreams—who has time to care about others?”
“…….”
“But… ever since you scolded me, childhood memories keep haunting me whenever I try to follow orders! I can’t do my job anymore!”
Transparent tears dripped from Dobien’s lavender eyes.
Though picturesque, his true value lay elsewhere.
‘The eccentric overlooked by the Magic Tower.’
A peddler dealing in peculiar items unavailable in ordinary shops—the sole merchant offering what even the Magic Tower couldn’t procure.
‘I expected nurturing his conscience would make us cross paths earlier as peddlers.’
Yet he’d defied expectations and sought me out directly.
I feigned indifference.
“Feeling guilty? You seemed so proud of that modified magical beast control device.”
“I was back then! Now I see how idiotic I was—bragging about removing safety features? That’s not invention!”
He’d apparently disposed of all his modified creations in shame, without his superiors’ permission.
“…Your organization won’t let a useless member walk free.”
“Exactly! They’re hunting me right now! I’ll be a fugitive until they’re destroyed!”
Dobien glared resentfully as he mumbled.
“I can’t take jobs like this! No jobs mean no research, no creations… It’s horrific!”
He shouted like a desperate plea:
“Take responsibility!”
“Why should I?”
“You’re the one who corrupted me…!”
Clatter!
The sturdy maid’s hands shook violently as she set down the teacup.
Ignoring her questioning gaze, I pretended to deliberate before answering as Dobien neared despair:
“Fine. I’ll take responsibility.”
“……!”
Dobien’s widened eyes narrowed into a hollow laugh.
“How? I know this is just me venting…”
“What if I eliminate that illegal organization for you?”
“Th-that’d be perfect… but how?”
“Trade secret.”
Knowing explanations would sound like empty promises, I shifted topics.
“Lay low until then. I’ll fund all your research and living expenses.”
“……!?”
Dobien stared as if his soul had left his body.
“I won’t force you to work. Just sell me your creations.”
“Y-you’re serious? This sounds like a loss for you.”
“Loss? Nonsense.”
It’s all Dietrich’s money anyway. Once the banquet ends and his special ability fades, we’ll squeeze more funds from him.
Masking my thoughts, I smiled benevolently at the displaced genius.
“You possess bold, unmatched creativity. No one else sees it yet.”
“……!”
“You’ll become more than a magic tool artisan—a master alchemist. Perhaps even open your own shop.”
Dobien’s lavender eyes widened as his face flushed crimson.
“Th-that’s my dream… Becoming an artisan with my own store…”
“I know. I’ll help.”
I handed a document to the breathlessly excited inventor.
“Let’s sign an exclusive contract.”
I had no intention of sharing my secret peddler with anyone.
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Sulesphere V5.2 Beta
A specialized program for translating Korean manhwa into English, allowing users to understand texts and stories easily and accurately.
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Korean
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Thus, Dovian became my exclusive merchant and handed me a useful item while insisting I not break the contract.
“A diamond earring?”
“Rub and twist it to summon me anytime. Impressive, right?”
“Definitely useful.”
I put the earring on immediately. Then, I squeezed Dovian one more time before he left and obtained something I needed right away.
‘Five bottles of top-grade potions.’
To be precise, they were counterfeits. Dovian had modified them by enhancing the effects of the original Magic Tower potions.
‘Even the Magic Tower’s special containers are intact. Anyone unfamiliar would think they’re genuine.’
I’d planned to pay for them, but he gave them to me for free.
‘Does he really think I’m getting the short end of this deal?’
Maybe it’s because he’s only operated in the shadows where people get robbed blind.
“Anyway, the banquet preparations are done. Though the Filial Piety Quest remains…”
I pulled up the system window I’d forgotten about.
[Filial Piety Quest!]
[Exchange a reconciliatory hug with Duke Ortega (0/1)
Reward: 3 Filial Piety Points]
I decided to ignore it for now. The silver-haired man was my priority.
Clang!
Each sharp clash of swords rang with metallic echoes and the chilling sound of splitting air.
The black-haired man undeniably held the upper hand.
With every movement, his sweat-drenched hair swayed, and the firm muscles spanning his back, chest, and arms rippled.
The thin shirt clinging to his torso accentuated his sensual physique.
Even his sparring partner’s gaze lingered on those contours.
Clang!
The sword deflecting a decisive strike landed beneath Raul’s chin.
Raul exhaled a ragged breath.
“I yield. That makes 99 wins and 99 losses.”
Rynen sheathed his sword and swept back his damp hair.
“I said you could use aura.”
“How could I, when you refrain, my lord? It would dishonor my clan’s pride.”
“Using your strengths isn’t dishonorable.”
“Still. If you won’t use it, neither will I.”
Rynen wiped his face with the towel Raul offered and turned toward the mansion.
“So you want me to use aura and suffer mana thirst?”
“N-no! That’s not what I meant!”
“I know. A joke.”
“But when mana thirst grips you, doesn’t it heighten your sensitivity? You cling to the slightest trace of mana like a starving beast.”
Raul’s tanned face flushed red.
“Your senses and obsession were… uncharacteristically feral. Rough and clingy—”
“Enough.”
Should’ve bought more rye bread to stuff his mouth.
With this thought, Rynen walked on.
“I’ll attend Baron Rothen’s banquet. Guard the mansion.”
“His reputation stinks even among imperial nobles. Why not choose another?”
“One grand effort trumps many small gatherings.”
Having stayed solely in the north before coming to the capital, I needed to appear in society once to quell rumors.
Besides, there was another reason.
“I must verify that information.”
“The leak from the illegal trader?”
The intel about Dietrich Rothen purchasing illegal modified magic tools.
“Planning to steal tools for yourself?”
“If opportunity allows. But even if not, I need them for investigation.”
Raul nodded grimly, recalling Rynen’s purpose in the capital.
Then he hastily added,
“My lord. Don’t speak to Lady Ophensa there.”
“Needless concern.”
“Is it? You returned late that day… Surely it wasn’t because of her?”
“…Impossible.”
“Apologies. You’d never follow her home out of worry and return late—”
“……Right.”
Raul’s eyes widened at Rynen’s delayed response.
“My lord, you hesitated.”
“No.”
“You did!”
“I didn’t.”
“Forgive me, but my clan’s instincts surpass even a dog’s nose!”
Raul’s twitching nose and perked ears—markings of his hunting dog beastkin heritage—emphasized his point.
“Raul Croc.”
The stern use of his full name made Raul flinch.
“If two people were oil and water, it’d be me and Calyphe Ophensa. How many times must I say it?”
“My apologies, my lord.”
Whimper…
An involuntary whine escaped Raul’s throat.
Rynen shook his head and walked away.
“Disgusting.”
Whimper.
Raul clamped a hand over his whining mouth and followed.
Days later.
Baron Rothen’s banquet commenced at Imperial Hall.
