The long-awaited fourth day arrived, when the efforts of the past days would be judged.
From the early dawn, the stands were filled with residents swarming like bees.
In the center of the stage, visible from the audience seats, the buildings constructed by each family over the past three days were covered with massive cloths, stirring curiosity and anticipation.
"Hmm, the Yandel Baron's building is really big, isn't it?"
Representatives or proxies from each family gathered to watch today's judging.
A man sitting to my right casually spoke.
"I'm really looking forward to seeing what amazing building those comeback warriors have made!"
There was no trace of sarcasm or hostility in his voice.
Not because he didn't see me as a competitor, but because he didn't seem to care much about this competition itself.
He just seemed eager to make acquaintances with me through this opportunity.
"Since fate has brought us together like this, do visit our family sometime. I will make sure to treat you well then."
"…If time allows someday. By the way, Viscount Kiembrota, haven't you come once since the first day?"
"Haha, I've been busy with urgent matters and haven't found the time…"
Busy my foot.
From your point of view, you probably just weren't that invested.
In fact, among other families, I only once saw a representative personally come to observe.
Well, it's understandable.
"But our overseer has worked hard, so I'm secretly hopeful. Of course, many formidable families are participating, so I'm not overly confident."
They're used to delegating everything to their subordinates.
So if they lose, it won't be their fault but the subordinates' failure.
"Viscount Kiembrota is humble, though. At least you can say you avoided last place."
But apparently annoyed by our conversation, a noble sitting to my left interrupted.
So this guy is…
"Count Langston? Avoided last place? What on earth do you mean by that…?"
Ah, right.
He was the only representative among other families who showed the passion to come in person.
Naturally, he saw my building as well.
"Why didn't the Viscount hear? The Yandel Barony built a building completely off from the test theme, didn't they?"
The Viscount, hearing this, kept his mouth shut and showed only an uncomfortable expression.
Why are there so many troublemakers just staying silent?
"…."
Ignoring him, the Count seemed to lose interest and didn't say more, while the Viscount next to him looked as if annoyed by the pointless interference and focused on the event.
"Now then, let's reveal the first building you've been waiting for!"
The explanation on how the judging proceeds had ended, and the moment to reveal the completed works to the crowd was near.
"Waaaaahhhhh!"
Amid the cheering, the first building's cloth cover was removed, and the chief technician who oversaw the construction came out and engaged in banter with the host while explaining the building.
What were its features.
What was intended, how much detailed care was taken, and the realistic cost estimates to emphasize its substance.
Then…
"Let the judging begin!"
After such presentation, the judging started immediately.
Judging was divided into three major parts.
Architectural expert evaluation 25%.
Noble jury evaluation 25%.
Randomly selected 100 citizens' evaluation 50%.
Each part's score was weighted accordingly, and a perfect score was 100 points.
"Total: 71 points!"
The first building's score came out.
Though it was a grand house impressive just to look at, and I secretly regarded it as the biggest rival, the score was lower than expected.
The simple reason was the low citizen evaluation.
"I don't understand! Hey! What was so displeasing about my building that gave such a score?"
The chief technician who led the design and construction angrily questioned, and the citizen voter in front replied hesitantly.
"Uh… it's a nice building, but… it feels like a story from a faraway land to me… and it's expensive too…"
"Hah! That's ridiculous!"
The technician clicked his tongue in disbelief but did not argue further with the citizens.
He knew well enough.
Acting up in front of the higher-ups while the spotlight is on you could earn a scolding.
Well, even what was done already looked embarrassing enough.
"Tsk. With such a high citizen evaluation ratio, it's hard to have a fair competition."
Perhaps shocked by the score, the Count who was up next clicked his tongue.
"What do those lowly folks know…? I wonder what the Prime Minister was thinking when devising this method…"
Well, I thought it was a good method.
The high citizen evaluation ratio was probably to boost entertainment value in this event.
It's the first big event since the chaos started.
From the royal family's point of view, soothing public sentiment was more important than a "fair" competition.
'I must tell the Marquis later that this guy badmouthed behind my back.'
Complaints from the families aside, the event continued and scores came out one by one.
The Count who went second presented a practical, moderately stylish house scoring 76.
The Baron family's building, third, scored 71.
And the Viscount, fourth…
"69 points!"
Fell to last place with the lowest score, and the Count took the opportunity to mock me while pretending to comfort.
"Don't worry too much. You can at least save face next time, right?"
As if it was already a given I was last.
As before, I didn't bother to argue.
The results will prove it.
"Now, the last entry! The one you all have been waiting for! The giant! The Yandel Barony's building!"
"Waaaaahhhhh!"
"This time, unlike before, the Baron himself will introduce it, so please give him a thunderous round of applause!"
Hearing that I would step on stage myself, the cheers and applause grew louder.
The Count next to me frowned at me as if I were a clown.
"How did the nobility's dignity come to such a state…?"
His gaze seemed to say why bother trying so hard.
From experience, that's the kind of person to avoid the most.
They radiate no positive energy.
"Good day, Baron! I heard that Baron Yandel's opinion was strongly reflected in this building. Could you briefly explain before the introduction?"
"I tried to create the house closest to happiness."
"Oh! Is that so! I'm really looking forward to it. Then without further ado, let's reveal it. Show us!"
At the MC's shout, the cords were pulled, and the cloth covering the building was removed.
And then…
"Waaaaahhh… huh?"
As the building was revealed, the cheering instantly stopped.
No wonder.
It looked far from the flashy houses shown earlier, even from the exterior.
"Haha…! At first glance, it's a very simple but ruggedly charming building! Surprisingly, there are two such buildings! Is your strategy to choose quantity over quality?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I see! Considering the competition's stakes—possibly taking over an entire district of Ravigion—the speed of work will likely be quite important in judging…!"
What's with this MC? Why is he so supportive?
Is he a fan of mine?
Or did the Marquis secretly order him to?
Leaving aside reasonable doubts, the MC forcibly raised the tension and continued the event.
"Then let's see what the inside is like! Let's all take a look together! Oh! On the first floor already several doors are visible! The living room seems to be designed relatively narrow—"
"Excuse me, that's a hallway, not a living room."
"…Huh?"
"Isn't it ridiculous to call this a living room in the first place?"
"Yes, yes… that's certainly true… Well then, let's take a look at the first room!"
With the help of a recording device, the interior was revealed in real time, and the roaring cheers melted away like snow.
"…Haha! A very compact room! The layout is very unique. Usually, such small rooms don't have bathrooms… may I ask the reason for this choice—"
"I will explain everything at once later."
"…"
The MC was sweating nervously, perhaps on orders from the Marquis, as I repeatedly declined help.
Still, as if resigned to fate, he stopped forcing the mood up.
First floor, second floor, third floor, fourth floor…
Going through every room on every floor, the MC no longer tried to raise the tension artificially.
Ah, but his persistence to not give up hope until the end was still commendable.
"Now, the second building! I wonder what amazing things are hidden inside—"
"There are no hidden things."
"Excuse me…?"
"The second building is exactly the same structure, so there's no need to go inside."
"…I see."
Having ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don't copy, read here) the last hope crushed mercilessly, the MC shut his eyes tightly.
Yet he did not forget his duty.
"…Then, could we hear the explanation you promised later?"
Hearing that, I slowly looked around.
The crowd seemed shocked, with some nobles showing "I told you so" expressions.
The MC's eyes begged me not to cause more trouble…
It was a perfect moment for a twist.
Yes, so…
"This house is small. You can't store much even living alone, and it's hard to live with a spouse or children."
"…"
"There's no garden or terrace to get fresh air, and the kitchen is cramped and inconvenient for cooking."
I openly exposed the weaknesses to attract attention.
Because when people hear this, they naturally start expecting what comes next.
"But!"
Even without a voice amplifier, I shouted loud enough for all to hear.
"I assure you, this house is the closest to happiness!"
"…May I ask why you say that?"
"There's no such thing as a world where everyone is happy."
In reality, no modern technology has yet achieved a society where every member is happy.
But, precisely because of that.
"This house is a home to move toward a happy future!"
I introduced our building with more passion than ever before.
"A home where you can dream of happiness even if you don't have much now!"
"…"
"A home built with the hope that even if not everyone can be happy, at least there's the 'opportunity' to be happy in the future."
A four-story building housing 24 households.
"We call it the Happy House!"
Simply put, it's a studio apartment.
After explaining the concept of the Happy House, I began my earnest self-promotion.
The realistic cost and estimated monthly rent.
And how the seemingly small studio rooms were actually designed practically for single-person households.
"That price is cheaper than staying long-term at most inns, isn't it?"
"And that wasn't a wall… it was a storage cabinet?"
"No way! The dining table comes out of the storage cabinet!"
Since the first impression was poor, as advantages were revealed one by one, public opinion rapidly shifted.
However…
'This alone feels a bit shaky.'
I launched my prepared negative strategy.
After all, this is still a competition.
Although as the last competitor I couldn't directly lower others' scores, I could guide perceptions to get better points.
So…
"How many do you think will be happy living in the buildings shown earlier?"
"…Most won't be happy, I think? Honestly, I'd want to live there myself."
"Well, I guess more than 90% of this city is unhappy. They'd be struggling to pay rent every month, and even if seriously injured, forced to work. Taxes must be paid, after all."
"Ah…!"
"Look at the layout, too. How much space is wasted. These houses look nice but are inconvenient to live in. And there's no storage space. Houses like these get messy as soon as you acquire things."
"…"
"What about maintenance costs? Keeping the exterior and lighting clean costs extra. Would you want to pay for that? There aren't many pillars, so the building seems fragile."
Based on reasonable logic, I criticized the previous buildings, accelerating the swing of public opinion.
"Certainly… such buildings would save a lot on costs."
"Anyway, it's not like we're living in them."
"For the lowly, that might be the happiest home."
By now, even the noble jury seemed to be shifting their opinions.
"We tested durability; it's sturdier than expected."
"I looked at the blueprint; the basics were thoroughly followed."
"It wouldn't collapse even in an earthquake."
"Flashy appearances mean weaknesses, but that building has none."
"If maintained well, it could last a hundred years easily."
As public opinion moved, architectural experts nodded one by one.
Still, some impatience emerged.
"How long are you going to wait? Let's start the judging already!"
Prompted by the Count's complaint, the MC came to his senses and proceeded with the final evaluation.
And then…
"T-The results are out!"
Finally, the scores were totaled and the Yandel Barony's final score announced.
Not yet officially declared, but…
Thump—!
My heart happily trembled.
The air was cool and my mind calm.
No trace of anxiety—perfect composure.
"Second place with a total of 72 points!"
"…Huh?"
"The first place went to Count Langston with 76 points! Congratulations…!"
…Damn it.
I believe second place can be more valuable than first.
Because second place is given the chance to truly recognize one's shortcomings better than anyone.
'I think I was definitely overwhelming in the citizen vote, so the problem was the others.'
The nobles and technicians who judged probably didn't resonate with my philosophical convictions.
Those kinds of people tend to be stubborn.
"Second place… I guess we tried our best. It's only one point behind the joint third place."
"…"
"Anyway, the Baron's rhetoric was truly remarkable. Though if words alone worked, that would be the world."
Count Langston then climbed the stage to receive the prize for first place.
I felt some frustration inside, but it wasn't enough to make me cry.
Maybe I had already exceeded my goal?
'Second place… nothing more to see.'
Though I felt sorry for the Count smiling victoriously, the contract for District 7 would ultimately be mine.
Because the Prime Minister promised it from the start.
If we achieved just enough not to look strange, the Yandel Barony would get it.
So in the end, I'm the winner…
"Hah…"
But why do I find that guy so annoying?
Why did they have to call us both on stage instead of just the first place?
I scowled at Count Langston in front of the Marquis, muttering inside.
'Light…?'
A flash of light burst from somewhere in the stands.
Before my head could register discomfort, my body's instinctive reaction was much faster.
Thump—!!
My heart surged with alarm.
'…Magic.'
Only then did my brain catch up with the situation.
'Danger.'
Not me—but over there.
I had no idea what was happening.
'I must stop it.'
There was no time for long judgment.
My shieldbearer instincts took over.
「Character cast [Scale of Greed].」
「Character's resistance to magic is over 500.」
「All magic damage received reduced by 50%.」
So I immediately dashed forward using skills.
Kraaang—!
An explosion burst as I embraced the target.
Chiiik—!
A burning pain shot through my back.
And then…
"…A—an ambush!"
Someone's shout triggered time to accelerate.
Knights around quickly gathered and formed a steel shield around me, while I let out a groan I had been holding back.
"Agh…"
The pain was far worse than I expected.
Instinctively, I released my arms from the embrace, and the Marquis, who seemed to regain consciousness, looked at me blankly and asked.
"You…"
No matter how I looked at it, those words weren't fitting for someone who had just barely survived.
"…Why did you save me?"
I honestly had no answer.
"Uh…"
Yeah.
Why the hell did I stop that?
-x-X-x-
The moment the explosion burst forth—
"Kyaaaaaaah!"
The crowd's cheers abruptly turned into screams.
"Over there! Magic's flying from that direction!"
"Block all exits! No one leaves!"
Soldiers standing by to prepare for any unforeseen incidents rushed toward the origin of the magic.
"G-Give way…!"
The crowd scrambled to flee the potential terror, plunging the scene into chaos.
"—Marquis! Are you unharmed?"
It was an act of terror.
Bold enough to target the Prime Minister himself amid such a grand event.
"…It's been a long time since I've seen such a situation."
Perhaps surprisingly experienced in such matters?
The Marquis, who seemed momentarily stunned, quickly recovered, brushed his sleeves, and stood up unscathed.
Then he said in a tone far gentler than usual, looking at me:
"I'm fine. More importantly, tend to this friend first."
At his words, a priest attending the event hurried to me and began treatment.
"Please evacuate the area immediately!"
"Just wait a moment."
Despite the knights' urgent pleas, the Marquis insisted on waiting until my wounds partially healed before approaching and saying:
"Thank you for what happened today."
It felt oddly unfamiliar.
Come to think of it, had the Marquis ever thanked me before?
'…I don't think so.'
Maybe if I looked hard enough, I'd find something—but it'd be very different. After all, I'd never done anything truly deserving sincere thanks.
"When this is all settled, I'll summon you separately."
With that, the Marquis left, escorted by knights, and I remained alone, replaying the recent events in my mind.
Even though I hadn't planned on thanking him.
'…Why did I do that?'
Honestly, I regretted it a little.
Why risk my body for the Marquis just because he was pretty?
Especially since the magic that hit me was strong enough to harm even my Dragon Mode form.
If I had done nothing, the Marquis might have died—
'Ah, maybe not?'
When I asked if I could kill the Marquis the other day, Ibaekho answered:
[Uh, that's a bit… That bastard revives at the palace even if killed.]
[…Revives? What's that about?]
[Ah, you don't know? It wasn't in the game, I guess. Anyway, there's a royal treasure that's in the Marquis's hands right now.]
Whether I threw myself or just watched from behind, the Marquis wouldn't have died.
'Hmm, thinking that way, maybe it wasn't so bad?'
Maybe this incident will build some goodwill so I can strike a hard blow to his back later.
It's more painful to be stabbed in the back by someone you trust.
'…Anyway, I should stop rushing headfirst to block attacks.'
Regardless of how the situation turned out, I recognized my bad habit clearly from this incident.
Maybe because in the labyrinth my job was to take hits instead of others?
I seem to have a deep-seated obsession that I must be the first to take a blow no matter what I do…
"T-Thank you."
"…Huh?"
What now?
Suddenly someone spoke to me—it was Count Langston, who had won first place in this competition.
"If you hadn't pushed me out just in time, I would've been caught in that explosion too. Baron Yandel saved my life."
Ah… so that's one way to interpret it.
True, if I hadn't pushed him, he probably would've been badly hurt. That man was right beside the Marquis when the magic flew.
"I'm glad you're safe."
I replied briefly, and Count Langston cautiously asked one thing.
"But… if I may be so bold, why did you save me?"
Coincidentally, it was the same question the Marquis asked.
I smirked and retorted,
"Why shouldn't I have saved you?"
"Well…"
Trailing off, Count Langston spoke candidly.
"I'm your rival. If I weren't here, Baron Yandel could have taken first place."
That was a bit absurd.
Does he think this competition is some battle survival?
'Or maybe it's just his noble mindset.'
"Besides, even if that weren't the case… there's no reason for the Baron to look favorably on me, is there?"
In other words, he meant I treated him badly earlier…
Honestly, I lucked out this time.
Until he came to thank me, I'd forgotten about his existence.
But I didn't need to say that outright.
"I don't care about that. I saved you because I could."
With that, I slapped his shoulder heartily, and he looked up at me with a peculiar gaze.
"Baron Yandel… you truly are as rumored. I sincerely apologize for my previous rudeness."
To hear that from someone who disliked me—
…That's surprisingly satisfying.
「Character's fame increased by +10.」
「Character's fame increased by +10.」
「Character's fame increased by +10······.」
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The construction competition that had drawn so much attention.
And the terrorism that occurred there.
As expected, by the next morning, every media outlet in Raphdonia was abuzz with headlines.
An assassination attempt on the Marquis and the hero who stopped it, Bjorn, son of the giant Yandel.
The headlines varied, but the core was this, and otherwise, it was remarkably quiet.
Rumors about assassins sent by Noark.
Terrorism for political reasons.
Perhaps the son coveted the title and orchestrated it.
Unlike the countless rumors flooding the streets, the media refrained from speculation.
Even the third-rate tabloids who thrive on controversy stayed quiet on this matter.
'The Marquis's power is truly immense.'
It's strange to see media that usually write nonsense about me suddenly act cautiously.
Well, the country's second-in-command was involved, so it's natural to tread carefully.
Anyway.
On the third day after the incident.
"Wow… the culprit still hasn't been caught…"
As I was opening the newspaper to check the news today, Misha suddenly peeked her face over my shoulder.
"Bjorn, where do you think it is? Noark? The silence? Or that annoying son?"
"Well, I think Noark's the most likely. But maybe you should calm down a bit?"
"Why? Because he's too close to be a companion?"
"…"
Lately, I've noticed Misha's mood has been unusually high.
Maybe something good happened?
Since we were alone for a while, I asked about how she's been, and her expression quickly brightened.
"Huh? Not doing anything special… just exercising with Ainard during the day… and after dinner's done, I've been doing some painting…"
"Painting?"
"Ah, I started as a hobby recently. I went to a gallery with Reigns and got a bit interested… Ah! Don't ask me to show you though—I absolutely won't!"
Since she even went to the gallery with Amelia, it seemed the awkward phase was completely over.
And it seemed her old personality was returning.
'Being all shriveled up was kind of cute too…'
Talking more, it seemed relations had improved not just with Ainard and Amelia, but generally.
"Gowland's not close with me yet, but he doesn't seem bad… Elwen? I don't know. Looking back, I think I was more at fault, and I apologized recently, but she avoided me…"
"I see."
"But I got really close with Emur. She was really curious about Rotmiller. Oh, two days ago, I even met with Hikurod and Rotmiller all together."
"What? Why didn't you come with me then?"
"Hmm, you were out busy that day."
That was two days ago when I had to visit the royal intelligence after being told there were questions about the terror.
Ah… If I'd known about that appointment, I'd have postponed.
"So… what are you doing today?"
"Today?"
"Yeah. If you're free, wanna go to Kummelby later? I saw my sword handle is worn out and want to replace it…"
"Ah… I can't come back with you, is that okay?"
"Huh? Why?"
"I'm meeting the Marquis tonight. Probably after Kummelby, I'll head straight to Carnon. Um, maybe—"
"No, it's okay! Don't worry! I'm just leaving the sword and coming back! I'll get ready now!"
Saying that, Misha disappeared and quickly returned, ready like lightning.
After that, I left the sacred place and headed to Kummelby.
After leaving the sword at the forge, we had a simple meal nearby, and since we were already there, we stopped by the market to check prices.
"Whoa! Why did everything get so cheap? If I had lots of money, I'd buy everything!"
"Probably because the labyrinth closed, no one's buying right now. Wait a bit longer. Explorer gear prices will keep falling."
"Hmm… still, it was fun."
"Me too. It's been a while since I enjoyed myself. I wish I could stay longer…"
"Gotta go?"
"Have to, since I promised the Marquis."
"Okay, take care…"
After parting with Misha, I went straight to Carnon.
Because it was an appointment, I got a free pass at the gate with no hassle.
"Welcome, Baron Yandel. The Marquis awaits. Please come in."
Starting with the butler waiting for me at the expected time, servants lined the garden and greeted me in formation.
'…Noble families really are different.'
I wondered how long it would take before even servants naturally give such dignified greetings.
Still having no mansion of my own, I couldn't imagine.
Swoosh.
Guided by the butler, a door smoothly opened, revealing a guest room with a magnificent yet dignified atmosphere.
'…How many guest rooms does the Marquis family have?'
Come to think of it, it's always a different guest room when I visit.
It seems they have multiple guest rooms to suit various visitors…
'This one looks the best of all I've seen.'
Just a glance sufficed to feel the strong hospitality.
"Welcome."
The Marquis even rose to greet me as I entered the room.
It felt nostalgic.
Back then, I sometimes talked through the crystal ball instead of visiting in person.
"Sit down, your legs might hurt."
"Haha, /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ you first. You're the guest."
"Very well then…"
After I sat first, the Marquis sat facing me, and the conversation flowed naturally.
"Lately, everyone's been talking about it. Have you found out who the culprit was?"
"Not yet. The deeper we dig, the more we realize they prepared thoroughly. If it hadn't been you, we would've been in serious trouble."
"Anyone could've done it."
Serious trouble…
So I guess he has no intention to reveal the resurrection item to me either?
I don't know, but the praise kept coming.
"Anyone could've done it… Sure, there were many nobles and knights, but when trouble came, you were the only one who risked yourself for me."
"I just got lucky, Marquis."
"I heard about your conversation with Count Langston through the news. You said you saved him just because you could? Is that true?"
"Well… it's true…"
I'm not fond of being openly flattered, so I quickly changed the subject.
"So why did you call me today?"
"First, I thought it proper to inform you of the progress regarding the incident. Also, the rebuilding of District 7 has been entrusted to the Yandel Barony. You'll probably get contacted soon."
"Oh, that's a relief—"
"But that's not the main point, so let's move on quickly."
"…Huh?"
If that's not the main point, then what is?
I tilted my head, curious.
"Since I know your character, I'll be frank."
The Marquis wiped away his gentle smile and called me by name with a cold voice.
"Bjorn, son of Yandel."
"…?"
"I think you're a demon."
-x-X-x-
The Marquis wasn't asking if I was a demon—he was stating it as fact.
I tried to protest, but he wouldn't give me the chance.
"Of course, you won't admit it here. You might think it a trap. So just listen until I finish."
"…"
"No matter what you say, I believe you are a demon."
"…"
"That's why, even when you became a noble, you made sure no one found out. If people knew a hero like you was a demon, it would disrupt the citizens' perception."
This was the topic I'd discussed before with Amelia.
Why was I able to become a noble without 'verification'?
[Maybe the royal family knew and turned a blind eye. Back then, you were like a hero of the city.]
…So this really was the reason.
"A demon must always be the enemy of all residents, and indeed, they are. More terrifying than any monster in the labyrinth, they steal our lives away."
The Marquis's voice carried a hidden, deep anger.
"When it was said you died in the labyrinth, I was secretly glad. It was the best outcome for me, the one who must lead this country, if the demon disappeared without being revealed."
From here, I knew well what he meant.
The 'best outcome' he spoke of was soon overturned.
"But one interfered. You know who. A brazen one named Ibaekho."
The Marquis was blackmailed by Ibaekho to publicly declare that Bjorn Yandel was a 'demon,' and then the demon assimilation policy was put on the table.
It was such a massive policy that it had not yet been implemented.
"That one tore open my deepest wound."
"…Your deepest wound?"
"My son… Eltora Terserion is already dead. The body that now bears my son's name is some unknown demon."
"…!"
I was genuinely shocked.
Not because I hadn't heard the story before, but because I didn't expect him to confess it so frankly.
"You really didn't know?"
"Uh… I had no idea."
"Anyway, that one used my son's identity to threaten me. Since I couldn't deal with my son immediately, I had no choice but to yield to that threat."
So what exactly did the Marquis want to say now?
I kept listening because I didn't know.
It wasn't all something I already knew.
"The demon assimilation policy must never be realized. Even if becoming a demon wasn't their intention, if we accept them… who will relieve the grievances of those whose bodies were taken?"
For the first time in today's conversation, I felt I was seeing the Marquis's inner self.
"When you disappeared and then returned, the reason you could immediately create an excuse was this. Paradoxically, to block that one's plan, you must not be a demon."
"So you'd prepared ahead."
"Exactly. We fabricated false information behind the scenes, made it seem like you had a real infiltration mission that never existed. We prepared so thoroughly no one could suspect it was fake."
Now the mystery cleared up.
No wonder even heavyweights like Duke Kealurnus believed it without suspicion.
I never expected the whole plan had been thoroughly prepared the entire time I was gone.
"Originally, the plan was to announce you died during the mission… but you survived, and the plan failed."
Now I understood all the Marquis's intentions and clenched my fists tightly.
"So that's why… you sent me to Ice Rock?"
The Marquis nodded without any change of expression, easily confirming.
"There's no point in trying to cover it up now. Yes, that's why. We thought if you died before reclaiming your name, no problems would arise."
How could a person be so shameless?
After such an honest conversation, I felt like punching him right in the face.
But…
'I promised myself to endure.'
That day, on the cold ice, I swore not to lose control.
So.
"So… now tell me. Why say all this?"
I asked calmly.
He's no fool to lose his temper just because I saved him once.
Sure, saving him had some effect, but…
There must be a valid reason for this talk—
"Because it's confusing."
…Huh?
"You have no reason to save me. You probably wished I'd die. You're not the type trying to look good to me."
That's definitely true.
But…
"Then why did you risk yourself to save me? I couldn't understand at all. Then I realized it wasn't just me."
The Marquis looked at me and continued.
"You've saved countless people all along. But you never had a reason to save them. Thanks to that, I was able to conclude… no, finally accept this."
"What was it…?"
"That even if you are a demon, you are a person with the nature of a hero."
A hero…
Honestly, that didn't feel very real.
I just struggled to survive.
With the people around me.
"Demon or not, you are someone who will bring good to this world."
Anyway, my personal thoughts aside, I instinctively knew what would come next was the main point.
"So I offer you a proposal."
The Marquis said with shining eyes.
"Stand with us. Truly become a resident of this world and use your power to maintain balance and peace."
With such a steady buildup, that powerful and passionate voice…
There was a force in his words that could lead people.
But I knew.
People with such power must keep their minds clear.
'Damn, I almost got taken in.'
There are two kinds of people in this world.
Those who hear a 'proposal' and only imagine the good, building hopeful fantasies, and those who do the opposite.
I always want to be the latter.
Therefore—
"To ask for my power is strange. I'm already doing that enough."
I answered vaguely and demanded he reveal more cards.
"Forget all this demon nonsense you don't understand. If you want something, just say it straightforwardly."
He didn't seem surprised at my request.
Just laughed as if he expected it and calmly continued.
"Ha, of course I have desires."
"Then speak."
"Even if you hold my hand now, there is no proof to trust you. I need proof."
Wait, when did he conclude I was a 'good demon'?
He flips sides so easily, it's uncanny—
"Ibaekho."
The air suddenly stiffened.
"Kill that one who only seeks to disturb this world's balance."
So that was the real purpose.
"Then I could trust you fully."
No surprise.
This guy wouldn't be that easy just because I saved him once.
After a brief silence, the Marquis added, as if persuading me.
"If you're uneasy, just think of it as a deal. If you take care of Ibaekho, I will be your steadfast patron while you live in this world."
Well, if that actually happens, it'd be reassuring.
Even if I publicly call myself a demon in the city center, the Marquis would have the power to smooth things over.
But that only makes it more mysterious.
No need to mention why the Marquis wants Ibaekho dead.
"But why ask me to do such a thing?"
Why not deal with it himself and instead assign me this task?
"Because you're the only one who can."
His answer surprised me.
"To be honest, we tried countless times but all failed. It wasn't even easy to meet that one. But… maybe with you it's different. That one seems very interested in you."
"…"
"Of course, you don't have to decide now, nor tell me if you do. Just remember. The moment you bring back that one's head, you'll have nothing to worry about."
"…"
"Please make the right choice. You love this world, don't you? Unlike the other demons."
With that, the Marquis sipped his now-cold tea, and our conversation fell into a lull.
He never spoke first again, and the more time passed, the more tangled my thoughts became.
What should I say?
Or what should I ask further?
None of that mattered.
No matter what I say, his mind wouldn't change, and no answer I get would be fully trustworthy.
Just like with the lab chief I met on basement level one.
[The only way to get truth through others is to believe. So if I go on and on, it's just wasting time.]
[That's why I said it's a deal. Who I am doesn't matter. Whether you accept my proposal or not, that's your decision alone.]
The important thing is always your own judgment.
'Well, I can at least just keep this in mind…'
I figured I could treat it as a side quest.
No harm in not completing it, right?
"I'll think about your offer. Though, I'm not a demon."
Breaking the long silence, I said this, and the Marquis nodded without hesitation.
"Do as you please. But now that the favor is done, you can rest easier."
"…What do you mean? I said I'd think about it."
"I don't sleep well without certainty."
"Oh, you mean about the District 7 °• N 𝑜 v l i g h t •° construction—"
"That's not what I meant."
The Marquis shrugged and added:
"I offered the right path. That was my repayment for you saving me."
"…"
"I don't know if you'll believe it."
Tch, he really has a knack for making people feel uneasy until the end.
"…I'll be going now."
"Wouldn't you like to have a meal? It feels awkward to let you leave just like this."
"I'm not very hungry today."
I felt like my head would explode if I ate with the Marquis now, so I fled the mansion.
Then, riding the carriage the Marquis lent me, I headed to the military station and closed my eyes.
It had been a mentally exhausting day.
Rumble, rumble…
The carriage wheels rolled softly.
As I tried to clear my mind, drowsiness quickly crept in—
"Brother."
…Huh?
What was that? An auditory hallucination?
"Why did you save the Marquis back then?"
That clear voice made me snap awake, staring out the window.
"Trying to be friends with the Marquis?"
Ah, damn, that startled me.
Why the hell is this guy here?
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Platinum blonde slicked back in a pomade style.
Flawless skin and cold eyes.
Just from this, he gives off the impression of a nobleman, handsome and refined…
"Ugh!"
But those frivolous gestures, tone, and expressions give off a somewhat quirky and nonchalant vibe.
"Why? Like you just saw a ghost or something."
Soon, Ibaekho stepped through the open window and sat down on the seat opposite me inside the carriage, speaking brazenly.
"You're unusually jumpy today."
Though his mouth was grinning, his eyes were not.
"Like someone caught doing something shady behind someone's back."
Ibaekho shot sharp looks at me and spat out words with bite.
Well, he wasn't wrong.
Honestly, the moment I saw this guy, I felt like I was caught gossiping behind his back.
That said, I wasn't about to freeze up in panic.
'…Looks like the coachman can't hear our voices.'
After briefly checking the coachman still focused ahead driving the carriage, I replied in a casual tone.
"Then you're not surprised? Suddenly appearing and coming in through the window."
"Hmm, I don't think it's just that…"
"Of course not. How thin are you anyway? Eat properly and work out a bit. How does a man squeeze through such a narrow window?"
"…It's not that I'm thin, but you're abnormally big."
"Hey, don't talk back."
How the hell are you here?
What did you come for?
Instead of asking that, I naturally steered the conversation like a scolding, making Ibaekho show an embarrassed expression.
And then…
"..."
"..."
An awkward silence lingered briefly.
Honestly, we weren't the kind of people who should be meeting and having conversations like this.
Especially since the last time ended terribly.
[…So you tried to use the Resurrection Stone on me?]
[Yeah. Since you couldn't break it off first. I was trying to help a little. After all, when you go home, those ties are all unnecessary, right?]
On the day the Ghost Busters disbanded, Ibaekho, who was caught scheming behind the scenes, didn't even apologize. Instead, he spat sharp words at me, and I vowed that when I met him again someday, I would definitely grant his wish.
"So you came looking for me because you want to leave? From this shitty world you were talking about?"
"Hey, bro… you're still sulking about that?"
That's the biggest reason I don't want to get tangled up with this guy.
Is he some kind of sociopath?
How can he say that like it was no big deal after all that happened?
But…
'Not yet.'
It's still too soon to punch him in the face right now.
Though honestly, I don't feel confident winning even in my current state.
Or rather, I should say I don't have confidence that I can win.
This crafty guy will retreat as soon as the situation becomes unfavorable, and then the people around me could be in danger—
"Just came! Just came by. I felt like you were doing something shady behind my back!"
Watching him say this so cheekily, I chuckled.
"Don't you think that sounds a bit funny?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Not me, but you."
"…?"
"The one who's always doing shady stuff behind people's backs."
In the cramped carriage where we faced each other, I watched him with a faint hint of hostility.
I wonder if this attitude felt refreshing to him?
"…Interesting."
With that short word, Ibaekho sealed his lips and stared at me.
The tense air was so sharp it felt like a fight would break out the moment someone drew a knife.
"So why did you save the marquis?"
In that atmosphere, Ibaekho asked in a cold voice.
Like before, this question gave me some certainty.
'So it was this bastard who tried to assassinate the marquis.'
However, there was no way this bastard could use magic, so the one who cast that magic must have been the 'Doom Scholar.'
They had been inseparable like partners for some time now.
'No wonder I felt like I was going to die of pain…'
Still, one consolation remained.
Such a powerful magician wouldn't be common.
"What are you thinking like that? Is there a reason it's hard to say?"
"Hey, stop whining. Do I have to answer every time you ask?"
"That's not it, but I'm curious. You once asked me to kill the marquis, and now that you're trying to kill him, you're risking your life to protect him?"
"That's what I want to say. You said you couldn't when I asked you to kill him, so why are you doing it now? After all, even if you kill him, he's the guy who keeps coming back to life at the palace?"
When I asked back, Ibaekho fell silent.
He was truly a selfish bastard.
"…Just know there was a reason."
"Then I guess I'll just assume there was a reason for me too."
His answer implied that until he revealed his hand, he would never reveal mine.
Ibaekho stared at me for a moment, then sighed deeply.
"There's a possibility the marquis lost the resurrection item. I wanted to check just in case. If he dies, it's fine. If he lives, there's also some benefit."
"Benefit if he lives? Didn't you say there's no limit on how many times he can come back?"
"That's true. But it seems to take some time to come back. I wanted to make use of that time. Since the proxy suddenly disappeared, if things go well, the Great King of Renewal might move."
"The Great King of Renewal…?"
"Yes. The one who always uses being sick as an excuse and never shows his face at official events."
"Why do you want to make the Great King of Renewal move?"
"He's hiding too much. But if he comes out and moves, wouldn't he drop even a single hair or something?"
He didn't say everything, but at least he didn't sound like he was lying.
"Okay, I told you, so you tell me. Why did you save the marquis? Have you fully sided with him now?"
Hmm, what should I do now?
Should I just say I don't want to talk?
If it was him, I don't think he'd feel guilty even if I ran away…
'Still, it wouldn't be good to cause weird misunderstandings… Honestly, it's better to use whatever I can from him.'
After deciding, I told him 100% of what happened that day.
Surprisingly, it was explained in just one sentence.
"It was a mistake… right?"
Saving the marquis that day was a mistake.
Of course, Ibaekho didn't easily trust my words.
"You're saying you got hit instead without realizing it because of habit? You expect me to believe that?"
"Believe it or not, it's your freedom. But… I didn't know about the ambush beforehand. It was a situation no amount of thinking or action could prevent."
However, maybe he was persuaded by my honest words that followed.
Or maybe because I pointed out something he himself found strange.
I don't know, but Ibaekho nodded reluctantly.
"Sure… your words do make some sense…"
"It's not that it makes sense, it really happened. I regretted it a lot after saving him."
"But… then what's today about? You spent a long time talking at the marquis's house."
"That's because I also thanked him and such. Oh, I also got a firm confirmation that they will entrust me with that construction contract, maybe as a reward."
It was only half the truth but still undeniable.
Of course, the marquis's real point was a proposal to win over me, and that condition was none other than 'assassinate Ibaekho.'
He didn't open everything 100% honestly either.
"…Is that really all?"
"There's no more pointless question than that."
"Right. I misspoke."
Then Ibaekho looked at me for a moment, as if to decide for himself.
"I don't know. I really don't. Everyone else is easy, but why are you so complicated?"
Honestly, I thought the same.
Even though he was saying it right in front of me, I still didn't understand.
I couldn't even tell if those words not knowing my thoughts were acting or not.
"…So now that we met, just say it. What the hell are you up to?"
"Suddenly you're talking all friendly? You almost tried to kill me earlier."
"Do you really want me to hit you?"
"No, but… I just think you and I are kind of similar."
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
"Right? Emotions are just momentary feelings, and in the end, people think logically and act for their own benefit."
"…"
"Oh, but it looks like you sometimes get ruled by emotions too."
That analyzing tone annoyed me greatly, but I had no good rebuttal.
Actually, right now, rather than hitting him and kicking him out, I felt stronger desire to talk more and get information.
"I know your intentions, but since I did wrong to you too, I'll answer some questions. You're probably not really curious about my recent situation anyway. What's your most curious question?"
Still, having Ibaekho open up like this made the situation much easier.
However, another concern remained.
Questions, questions, questions…
Since he said 'some,' I felt I had to ask only the most important ones. But what should I ask?
After a short hesitation, I chose the first question.
"So, did you meet Auriel Gavis?"
The last update I knew about him was that he went outside the walls to meet Auriel Gavis.
Did he achieve that goal?
"Haha, that old man… how should I say this—."
"Answer yes or no."
"Yes. I met him."
Okay, so he succeeded.
Though a vague anxiety arose, I added another question.
"Not in the community, but in person?"
"Actually met. You said you met him at the round table, right?"
"The old guy said that?"
"Well… something like that…? It's not important."
Since he spoke vaguely like that, it seemed he hadn't heard it directly.
Then…
'The black mask was Hyunbyul, and the wolf was almost ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) certainly someone sent by Auriel Gavis…'
Was the butterfly mask an informant planted by Ibaekho?
It's still too early to conclude, but since the community isn't so important now, I let it go.
"What have you been doing since you left the walls?"
This time, I asked a broad question that couldn't be answered yes or no.
He acted like he wasn't really curious about his own situation, but I was.
His recent situation.
"Just been living crazily. Went around the outside world, tried living at a Noark camp, went to the labyrinth through the portal leading to the 7th floor… Oh, I got a new companion too. Somehow."
Even in that rough answer, I could sense long hidden stories behind the words 'living crazily.'
While I was exploring the 1st basement floor, this guy was also vigorously continuing his own journey.
"…New companion?"
"Can't tell you yet. But… if I say just that, I sound like a complete jerk… I'll take this question off the count. Okay, now the last question, so do your best."
"You said some questions earlier?"
"Yeah. Some, right?"
Well… that wasn't a lie either.
Since it felt like a bonus question, I gave up and asked the last one.
"What exactly are the Noark guys' goals?"
A question everyone living in this city wonders, and even the kingdom's second-in-command, the marquis, didn't fully know.
Would Ibaekho know the answer?
I heard the answer soon enough.
"To survive."
"…What?"
"Isn't everyone's purpose in life the same? Everyone lives hard trying to live well and long."
Though answered playfully, I caught the hidden truth inside.
"Contrary to rumors, no one can live outside the walls."
"Yes. To put it simply, that's it."
What kind of place is beyond the walls?
I wanted to ask more, but sadly, I had no questions left.
"Hmm… Since this is the last question, I'll give you a little bonus."
…Bonus?
I raised my head in confusion, and Ibaekho grinned.
"For the next year, Noark won't stir up anything. So you can rest easy."
Ironically, hearing that I should rest easy made me feel deeply uneasy.
People like us always see the meaning behind the words.
'For a year…'
That means something big is coming after that period.
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From the previous time travel experience, I felt it deeply.
Knowing an unchangeable future is close to a curse.
But…
"So… does that mean something will happen a year from now?"
"Yes. Something will happen. A very interesting and big event."
Still, there is a positive side to think about.
Assuming Ibaekho's words are true, it means we can spend the next year without trouble.
"You're not going to tell me what kind of event it is?"
"Bro, if you knew in advance, it wouldn't be an event."
"Then at least tell me this. When that event happens, will District 7 get wrecked again…?"
"Hmm, I don't think so…? The event I'm talking about isn't that kind of thing…"
That was a relief to hear.
Especially important to me since I planned to expand my real estate business greatly.
'But… if it's not that kind, then what exactly is it?'
As I silently thought this over, Ibaekho made an 'oops' expression.
"Ah, did I give too many hints?"
Too many hints? Not at all.
I don't get a single clue.
"Anyway, I guess we're done talking now, right…?"
Not done?
"…What?"
Just as I tilted my head, Ibaekho disappeared right in front of me.
"Poof."
Ha… I really need to get stronger faster.
A few days after visiting the marquis's house, the reconstruction work in District 7 officially began.
Our tribe's proud labor warriors.
Adult men from Viphron.
And construction experts sent by various noble families belonging to Melbes, led by Count Goldbeard.
Everyone united to start demolition work, and construction began immediately where demolition finished.
With tens of thousands of workers involved, the work progressed very quickly — faster than modern construction sites, it seemed.
Well, of course.
Kwaaaaaaang!
Though there was no heavy machinery, magic existed.
Also, they weren't building complicated high-rise buildings from complicated designs, and most importantly, the workers themselves had incomparable capabilities.
"Wait! If you put it like that, isn't there a risk of back injury—!"
"Hm?"
"…It's amazing no matter how I look. Is it not even heavy?"
"This kind of work doesn't count as exercise!"
They completed the processes that usually require equipment using bare hands, so there was no reason to lag behind modern construction in speed…
"If the Baron Tailan offered a bit more money, they said they would sell the entire 7-2 commercial district."
"Sell the whole commercial district? Buy it immediately."
While continuing the construction work, I bought land in District 7 cheaply from nobles introduced by the elder broker.
And…
"7-2 commercial district? That was scheduled to be worked on much later."
"The plan changed. It's by Baron Yandel's order."
Of course, once land was bought, demolition and reconstruction began immediately.
You have to build houses quickly to find tenants who will rent them and use that money to buy more land.
"This will be the house I stay in for two years…!"
"It's small but has everything!"
"Being next to Viphron is uneasy, but there's no choice. House prices in other districts are too high…"
Contrary to my inner anxiety, finding tenants for lease was not difficult. The apartments were divided into studios, with dozens living in one building.
Naturally, the burden was low…
Moreover, loan approval from the bank at low interest rates and the housing funds provided by the royal family to existing District 7 residents were good news for the business.
"At this population density, my judgment is that opening a shop won't fail."
Also, as more residents moved in, merchants began showing interest, creating a virtuous cycle and steadily expanding the business.
Of course, there were still some problems along the way.
"Ahem… sorry, but forget about selling like you said before."
As District 7 rapidly normalized, many nobles who planned to sell their land withdrew their intentions.
But…
"Excuse me, Baron…?"
"Ah, I'm really busy, so why do you keep coming?"
"I wanted to ask why construction isn't happening on our family's land—"
"Don't rush. Can't you see everyone is working hard?"
"…Isn't that the problem? The surroundings are already built up, so why is our land still barren? We've even submitted the blueprints; all we have to do is build—!"
"Ah, I said to wait. Who said it wouldn't happen? It will be done when the time comes."
"…"
Note that each family is completely blocked from hiring separate workers to build.
Reconstruction of District 7 must proceed through our Baron Yandel's family.
"Fine. I will sell…"
Many families surrendered, unable to withstand my blatant scheming, but it's also true many resisted to the end.
'They can start construction last…'
One month, two months, three months…
Time flew by, business got on track, and I had fewer things to worry about.
So from then on, I focused more on other matters than the business.
Making money is good, but it's meaningless if you lose sight of what matters.
"Finally, we became one family. Welcome."
"Phew… I didn't think it would take this long."
James Carla, deputy leader of the Gear-Tooth Clan.
Paladin Sven Parab.
Noble officer Meland Kaislan.
Lilith Marone from the Mage Corps.
They all left their former groups and officially joined the former Ice Rock expedition members, now fully civilians.
"Will Akuraba-san join us?"
"Not sure yet. I contacted her wanting to meet, but no reply."
"Seems similar to Lavien."
"…Not an easy decision. Much time has passed since that day."
"But I still don't understand! I still can't sleep properly because of that incident…!"
"P-please calm down, Miss Marone… They all have their reasons, I suppose?"
Well, I think it's more a matter of temperament.
While there's someone like Lilith Marone, others think it's better to forget and move on.
Realistically, that's more comfortable.
"So… we joined because we were told to, but what do we actually do?"
"To be honest, I wondered that too. Now that the labyrinth is closed, what can we do by gathering like this…?"
"Could it be… the labyrinth will open again soon?"
I shook my head at the new members' question.
"No, I haven't heard the labyrinth will open. But there is other news."
"News?"
"There will be a big tournament at the festival held ★ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ in the 13th month."
This was high-level information I managed to get in advance using my noble connections, and not many knew it yet.
"A tournament? What kind of tournament do you mean…?"
"Details may change, but for now, they said they will gather all clans to compete. Our primary goal is to win that tournament."
"…Ah! I heard such a tournament was held a few times before!"
"But I don't understand why they hold it at a time like this."
"On the contrary, that's why. The royal family always wants to blind the people's eyes."
"Um… but if that's the primary goal… does that mean there's another goal…?"
Seeing Sven Parab showing more interest in this than the tournament, I smiled.
"Of course there is. It's still secret though."
"…What?"
"Don't make that face. It's just at the thinking stage. When it becomes more concrete, I'll tell you."
Mentioning the existence of a second goal was enough for now…
"Follow me! Everyone's waiting."
After that, I took the new members inside and started the welcoming ceremony.
The existing and new members mixed and sat drinking and eating, naturally building camaraderie.
"Kalstein, your face looks much better."
"Oh, really…? I don't know…"
"You definitely look better. You seemed hard to approach on the 1st basement floor."
"Hahaha… Was that so?"
Among the goblins and Kaislan who stayed on the 1st basement floor, everyone was already acquainted, but there were also some new faces today.
"James Carla! Nice to meet you!!"
"Ah… likewise. I've heard a lot about you."
"You shoot arrows, right? Try shooting me once!"
"W-well… you said that now…?"
"You become friends through fighting!"
James Carla and Lilith Marone, who didn't participate in the 1st basement expedition, were meeting Ainard, Misha, and Auyen for the first time today.
"Marone, say hello. This is Misha Kalstein. This is our navigator Auyen Rockrove."
"Ah, yes… nice to meet both of you."
Without overstepping, they introduced themselves briefly and moved aside; the three who understood the intention naturally continued their conversation.
Ah, until Ainard's eyes caught sight of that.
"Hey! What are you three talking about!? Let us join!"
"…Huh?"
"Oh, right! Do you want to watch too? He said he's going to shoot an arrow at me."
"…I didn't say that."
Everyone seemed drained by Ainard, but I did not intervene.
After all, in these situations, having one extrovert makes the atmosphere smoother.
"Yandel, come here for a moment."
While watching the spot where Ainard was from afar, Amelia approached silently and led me to a secluded corner.
"What's up?"
"I have something to tell you about what you asked."
I immediately lowered my voice.
"Ah, did you find out…?"
"I don't know if it's true, but I did get some income."
Honestly, I was a little surprised.
Though I asked, I didn't expect to bring back results so quickly.
"Even if it's completely wrong, just tell me quickly."
At my urging, Amelia told me what she had learned so far, and I listened silently.
How much time passed, I don't know.
"But…"
After finishing her explanation, Amelia asked me with worried eyes.
"Are you really going to do it…?"
Though she accepted the request and found a method, her voice sounded reluctant.
But…
"Isn't there no other way?"
Noark bastards hide too much.
The royal family hides even more.
Ibaekho and the jester keep crucial information tightly hidden, so there's no reliable info.
Meanwhile…
[So… does that mean something will happen a year from now?]
[Yes. Something will happen. A very interesting and big event.]
Something is brewing beneath the surface.
And given my personality, I can't just sit still and watch.
It's not a choice befitting an explorer.
"Emily, don't worry too much."
"..."
"Eventually, the time has just come."
Now it's time to explore beyond the walls.
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For thousands of years, it was known that no living creature could survive beyond the city walls due to the witch's curse.
Beyond that, I don't know much either.
On the day the royal army descended underground to annihilate Noark,
a mysterious wizard suddenly appeared, rescuing the Noark forces and helping them escape outside the walls.
And that very day was…
'Year 154 of the Great Renewal, June 2nd.'
Players mixed within the Noark faction first announced the news inside the community, and it quickly spread throughout the city.
However, there are two curious points here.
It spread at an unnaturally fast speed, as if hoping the rumor would spread.
Yet amidst this, there was not a single piece of substantial information.
There are reasonable suspicions of systematic information control.
Even the loose-lipped jester revealed almost no information about beyond the walls in the round table.
Hmm, if I were to pick at least one thing—
[After coming out beyond the city and visiting various places, I realized: although the terrain and structure may differ slightly, this land closely resembles the 7th-floor Dark Continent!]
According to the jester, the continent where the last stronghold Lapdonia stands has terrain very similar to the 7th-floor Dark Continent…
[If that's true, then the hypothesis might also be true.]
[A hypothesis that the labyrinth is not a passage connected to another dimension, but a dimension created by someone?]
[The Crystal Cave, the Rock Desert… maybe they were created based on places that actually existed.]
The round table members voiced various opinions upon hearing this, and some of those guesses turned out to be true.
After all, it was uncovered through direct exploration.
'Most of the places inside the labyrinth were modeled after real locations.'
Having witnessed countless circumstantial and physical evidence during adventures close to exploration, I have no doubt about this premise.
But…
'That makes it all the more strange.'
All ancient continental maps have been lost; no data remains.
However, there are still some records.
[We are one of the few families still insisting on Central Naming conventions.]
[It's natural to feel unfamiliar. Families like ours with blood from the Eastern Continent remaining this strongly are now rare in this city.]
[…It's Southern-Central style naming.]
Among Lapdonia residents, there are still those who remember their ancestors and family history to maintain their identity.
No need to look far; even our barbarians are like that.
According to records, the barbarian race lived fighting monsters in the rugged northern and southern parts of the continent.
However, the problem is…
'They said it took over two years to get from the north to Lapdonia.'
That's the distance conveyed in the records.
Yet in the labyrinth's Dark Continent, it takes only one or two months to cross from end to end.
Then where does this discrepancy come from?
'Well, that's actually the lesser issue.'
The vampire uncle on basement 1 told me,
[There were only humans in that era…?]
There were no other races in ancient times.
And if that is true, all history and records of this world are fabricated.
What on earth is the truth?
What secrets are hidden in this world?
Until now, I just thought I had to do my own work, so I didn't try to uncover much.
But now, the situation has changed.
The Noark bastards have invaded desperately and even occupied one district inside the walls.
The royal family's response is also somehow suspicious.
'…Now I must know.'
I must have the information they have to prepare for the future.
Isn't it the same when playing a game?
If you don't know, you can only get hit unfairly…
"…Yandel?"
"Ah, sorry. I was just thinking."
Ending my thoughts there, I headed back to where the others were.
"Wahaha! Did you see that? My spear is stronger than arrows!!"
"…I pulled it back cautiously because I was worried you'd get hurt! Again! Let's do it again!"
"Huh? Where did you go, sir?"
Alright, let's rest for today.
The day after the welcome party that lasted until late at night,
I woke up near sunset and led three guides to the sewer.
Ah, by the way, the guides were Amelia, Elwen, and Versil…
"Wow… it's really been a while since I was in the sewer. So, sir, why are we here?"
"We came to find something."
"Ah! So that's why you called the three of us!"
Among the Anabada members, Amelia and Elwen are most specialized in searching, and Versil is the only mage.
"May I ask what you are looking for? Knowing that will help me assist actively."
At Versil's question, I honestly revealed the reason we came.
"Today we will search here for a path connected to beyond the city walls."
"Beyond the city walls…?"
I nodded to confirm, and the previously flustered Versil calmed down and asked cautiously.
"…Are you planning to go outside the city walls?"
"Yes. I thought if I go out once, I might be able to judge what is true and what is not."
"Ah…"
"For now, only you three know. Understand?"
Since they weren't people to spread rumors around, I gave a brief warning and continued.
There's no way the hidden path connecting to the outside world would be in the sewers where vagrants hide.
First, we must go deeper in the sewer to the old Noark underground fortress—
Thunk.
Amelia, who led the way, silently signaled to stop.
Elwen also nodded slightly while looking at me, seeming to feel the same.
'Slowly.'
'Step back.'
'This way.'
Following Amelia's signal, we slipped into a side path and hid.
Soon, even my dulled ears sensed footsteps.
Plop, plop—
At least two people were roaming the sewer, and the sounds grew louder.
'Vagrants?'
At first, that's what I thought, but if that were true, Amelia wouldn't have tried to hide.
We waited silently.
Finally, they passed the spot where we hid.
'…Knights?'
Not just ordinary knights.
Two fully armed knights, not belonging to any specific family, bearing the royal crest on their chests.
"Emily, what's going on? Why are those guys roaming the sewers at this hour?"
"Oh, didn't you know? Since that incident a few months ago, guards have intensified, and knights patrol the sewers regularly."
"Now that you mention it, I think I read in the paper. Thanks to that, the number of vagrants living in the sewers has dwindled…"
Hmm, have I been neglecting the news too much lately?
Anyway, I was really surprised by the knights suddenly patrolling.
Like thieves who feel guilty.
I wondered if they had prepared for our arrival by posting patrols.
"Let's keep moving. The patrol here is small and doesn't seem to search thoroughly, so we probably won't get caught."
"…That's a relief."
Although it was unexpected, I wasn't particularly nervous seeing the patrolling knights.
Not just trusting Amelia's stealth skills.
Now it's different from long ago.
If something goes wrong, we can make even two knights blink and forget what they saw.
In fact, if we don't want trouble, they should be more careful than us…
"There's a device here too. Wait a moment."
Arriving at the path to Noark, Amelia squatted by the entrance and fiddled with something.
And then…
"You may enter now. I carefully dismantled it so no trace remains."
Ah, so that was the device.
Like in movies, where they put a small paper in the door gap to check if someone entered.
Step, step.
Going down the stairs, a vast underground space unlike the sewer appeared.
The varying ceiling heights and wall structures made it feel like entering a three-dimensional maze.
'Ah, this is where it was… where I fought that Karui priest.'
What was her name… Elisa?
It was so long ago, around when I had just consumed the Orc Hero Essence, I barely remember.
Anyway.
She was a formidable foe, but with the overall spec increase of team Half-Pint, we were able to defeat her…
'No one from back then is here.'
Should I have brought ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) Misha too?
Then I could have chatted while telling that story—
'Ah, wait, Amelia was there too.'
Of course, back then she wasn't an ally, more like an enemy.
Well, she was kind enough(?) to let us all survive after losing the fight.
"Tersia, do you sense anyone's presence?"
"No."
"That's a relief. Same here. It seems they don't patrol past here, so let's speed up."
After increasing our pace, we soon ended the maze section and finally arrived.
"This is Noark…!"
The vast hall was hard to believe was underground.
Versil admired the massive stone gate, much larger than the palace gates.
"Is this your first time coming here, Gouland?"
"It's my first time coming this deep. I participated in the first raid, but as you know, we had to retreat without reaching this far."
"Ah… I heard many died then…"
Hearing their conversation, I suddenly remembered a Canadian player I met in the community.
He was pulled into the community the moment he got a knife in his neck during battle.
'When I return… I promised to give news.'
Funny how, despite forgetting for a while, I still clearly remember the address and words he left.
Maybe because it was so impressive?
"What's wrong? Not coming?"
"Ah, I'll come…"
Lost in old memories for a moment, Amelia quietly opened the side door beside the huge gate.
Versil, who was unfamiliar, tilted his head.
"Huh? Aren't we entering through that door?"
"There's no gatekeeper, so it doesn't matter. Why choose the easier path?"
"…That's true. But was there originally a gatekeeper?"
"There was. Though not famous to Lapdonia, he was one of the strongest in Noark—"
Just as Amelia said this and was about to enter through the side door,
"Hahaha! I appreciate your high opinion of me!!"
Suddenly, a loud hearty laugh erupted from behind.
"…!"
Elwen and Amelia, who didn't sense the presence, turned around in surprise, and so did I.
"I never imagined meeting other guests here, especially such famous people!"
Turning around, I saw a man as sturdy as a barbarian.
His appearance was clearly far from stealthy.
But the reason he approached without a sound was simple.
Because Dungeon and Stone is a team game.
"They say even passing by is fate, so greetings! Former Noark gatekeeper, Rek Aures!"
The man, standing at the frontline tank position, was followed by his comrades, one by one revealing themselves.
"Ah, and these are my comrades…"
'One, two, three, four…'
Five in total.
They outnumbered us, but the qualitative advantage seemed negligible.
Though it seems strange that our team is losing in quality…
Thump-thump!
The world is all relative.
"Huh? Baekho! Why so quiet today? Didn't you say you were close to that Baron Yandel over there?"
…I never thought I'd run into these bastards here.
-x-X-x-
Of course, Ibaekho also has a team.
And I know his team pretty well.
After all, before I returned, Misha was once a member of that team.
"Ah! Baron Yandel! By the way, how is Miss Kalstein doing? She was a kind beastkin! Though a bit cold to us!"
Rek Aures, former Noark gatekeeper.
He's a tank like me, and besides having met once in the past, we have some history.
Back when Ibaekho was disguised as Rihen Schutz, he was the one who consumed the 'Deep Sea Giant' essence he took from me.
And then…
'The Doom Scholar.'
Belvev Ruinzenes.
The first mage to join Ibaekho's team, and someone I must repay someday.
I grabbed Elwen's wrist tightly, fearing she might act rashly, and felt her strong trembling.
It was natural.
"That man… your sister…"
Elwen's sister, Daria, died.
Blocking a spell the Doom Scholar cast to kill Elwen.
"Not yet the time. Don't act rashly."
Muttering shortly, I released her hand, and Elwen took a step back after a moment.
Despite seeing someone like a mortal enemy, she somehow regained her composure.
"Hmm, impressive. To lose one's light so much in the meantime."
The Doom Scholar, watching Elwen from afar, muttered something incomprehensible.
"Is it because someone with a greater destiny is nearby?"
Like a cult fanatic, his murmurs felt unpleasant.
Turning my gaze sideways, I saw two figures.
'Judging by their appearance, that one must be the archer Misha mentioned…'
The other was wrapped tightly in a robe.
Judging by build, likely a man…
Anyway, it seems to be the new companion Ibaekho mentioned.
Someone not to be revealed outside yet.
'Most likely a healer based on the composition…'
Of course, this isn't something to worry about right now.
It seemed he was coming to his senses just then.
"Ahem ahem! Long time no see! Baron Yandel!"
The awkwardly pronounced 'Baron' grated on my ears, but I understood.
We weren't alone here.
I had needed time to collect my thoughts anyway.
However, the reactions of his companions were quite striking.
"…Baekho, did you eat something bad?"
Starting with the gatekeeper bluntly asking, to the genuinely surprised look on the archer's face.
"Could you really speak that way…?"
Considering how arrogant he usually is, it's absurd that using even a little honorific causes this reaction.
But remembering his old self, I understood.
Well, is it really his 'old' self?
"Ah, and you too, long time no see! So your name is… Emily Raines now?"
"..."
"Strange how my companions like Nyang and you all end up near Baron Yandel. No manners at all?"
No manners my ass.
Misha was originally my companion.
I heard Amelia didn't join as a companion but infiltrated as a spy on a mission.
"Yandel, be careful. That Ibaekho guy is very dangerous."
Maintaining a standoff, Versil quietly advised me.
But did he hear that from that distance?
"Huh? You know me? I think this is the first time we've met."
"…Yes, first time."
"Then why say such bad things?"
"..."
"Tch, that's why prejudices are scary. Pretending to know everything without ever meeting…"
Despite Ibaekho's rude words, Versil didn't reply and averted his eyes.
He looked visibly scared…
"Well, do you think I'd kill you? Relax—"
"That's enough."
As a leader, I couldn't just stand by, so I cut in.
Though confused by the sudden meeting, first I had to confirm something quickly.
"Ibaekho."
"Yes, speak."
"Did you… follow us?"
What was Ibaekho's intention?
Since we were outnumbered and outmatched, this was the first thing to confirm.
Otherwise, I might regret not bringing all our clan members.
"Saying I followed you is a bit self-conscious, isn't it?"
"Then it was just a coincidence?"
"Yes. I was really surprised. Why is our Baron Yandel in a place like this? With no witnesses or helpers?"
"..."
Though the remark didn't sound like a joke and gave me chills, it was probably just part of his move to take control in our conversation.
Ignoring it, I judged based on the information.
Honestly, judging by the situation, it really seemed like a coincidence.
So, the second question.
"Then what about you? Why did you come all the way to this secluded place?"
Why did he come down here?
His answer was beyond imagination.
"To go to a convenience store."
Uh…
"…What?"
"Ah! Right, our Baron Yandel doesn't know what a convenience store is! My bad! My bad!"
Is this guy crazy?
Staring seriously, Ibaekho continued with an embarrassed look.
"Just kidding… probably for the same reason."
"For the same reason…?"
"Huh? Baron, weren't you here to go outside too?"
So, you came here for the same reason.
"But I'm curious. Why does our Baron suddenly want to go outside? Can you tell me just a little? Just between us, okay?"
Maybe because we weren't alone, talking to this guy felt especially tiring today.
He lives without caring about others, but I can't.
"Enough jokes. If this really was a coincidence, just move on first."
"Hmm… alright then."
Leading his companions, Ibaekho moved away from the door and entered Noark through the side door first.
And then…
"Will that guy do?"
He asked me as he passed, tossing the question casually.
Not knowing what or who he meant, I stayed silent for a moment, and Ibaekho chuckled.
"What? Is this your first time today? No wonder…"
No wonder?
Though the remark felt somewhat unpleasant, I no longer wanted to talk with him.
"…Just get lost already."
"Yes, enjoy your game!"
Is there anyone more detestable than this guy?
Ibaekho didn't warn me not to follow or try anything like that.
He just went straight ahead like he didn't care, and seeing that made me sure the letter he once sent me in Korean wasn't a lie.
Honestly, I was a bit skeptical.
So I asked Amelia to check separately for double confirmation…
'Amelia also said the place seems to be the plaza.'
The spot where Ibaekho's team stopped was indeed that location.
"They stopped."
Noark Plaza, once bustling with marauders.
Flash!
A brief burst of light appeared, and Amelia and Elwen simultaneously lost their sense of their presence.
"…They disappeared."
We hurried to the plaza, and Elwen quickly scanned the empty space, looking at Versil.
"Was that… magic just now?"
"Yes. Multi-dimensional teleportation magic. From the residual mana, it seems a hidden magic circle beneath this plaza was activated…"
"Don't worry. I know the spell to activate that magic circle."
"What? You know?"
How?
Looking at Versil's expression, I awkwardly smiled.
"He's a noble. There are ways to find out everything."
"Ah…"
Well, I can't honestly say I heard it from Ibaekho.
"Now, let's begin."
Standing in the middle of the plaza, I gathered my companions nearby to prepare for any emergencies.
And slowly recited the incantation.
Actually, it was very poetic, so it felt a bit embarrassing to say alone…
But what can you do?
Ancient mages must have had this kind of sensibility.
"My body is made of swords. My blood is steel, and my heart is glass…"
Still, I had questions.
Why is a sword mentioned in a magic spell?
I couldn't understand, but continued the chant clearly.
And then…
"…That body is undoubtedly made of swords."
Having braved the embarrassment, I completed the incantation.
Flash!
No sound or light burst forth.
"…?"
"…?"
My companions looked at me with confused eyes.
Actually, I was the most confused.
'What? Why nothing happened?'
It didn't take long to realize the situation properly.
No, more precisely, I understood.
[What? Is this your first time today? No wonder…]
Ibaekho's earlier unheard remark.
'No wonder he didn't get angry.'
…I'd been tricked.
The moment I realized I was being toyed with, a burning fury rose from deep inside.
But getting angry wouldn't help.
"Uh… I guess that info was wrong! It happens!"
"Don't blame yourself. Nobles don't always get correct information."
"..."
Though my companions comforted me, I quickly regained my composure to seek a solution.
"Versil, could you—?"
"Not now. These ancient magic circles require many conditions to activate."
"How long do you think it will take?"
"…I don't know. I have no knowledge here. I can't even guess."
That ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) damned Ibaekho bastard.
[Will that guy do?]
Now I know who he was referring to when he said that.
Unfortunately, it seems Versil noticed it too.
"Today is full of frustrating things."
Though he said 'frustrating,' his voice sounded more like resignation than anger.
I understood how he felt.
Realistically, only a few top-tier mages in an era can be like the Doom Scholar.
'…It's something to overcome alone.'
Thinking back, it was the same with Rotmiller.
Such feelings can only be overcome by oneself regardless of what others say.
"…Can I look around alone for a bit?"
"Sure. We'll stay far away."
"Thank you."
At Versil's request, we left the place, and I took a long walk around Noark with nothing better to do.
Actually, it wasn't only Versil whose mind was troubled.
If anything, his mind seemed more troubled.
"…Elwen."
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"…Yes, I'm fine. It's just not the time yet. Not yet."
Even though she smiled bravely, I couldn't feel reassured.
Maybe because Amelia, walking silently beside me, had similar thoughts, she brought up a new topic.
"By the way, Yandel, I've been wondering… what exactly is a convenience store?"
"Oh, that…?"
Knowing she wanted to change the mood, I answered brightly.
And some time passed.
"…Feels like we're out for a stroll. Nice."
Thankfully, Elwen seemed to relax gradually.
Well, it's hard to understand calling a dark underground city a 'stroll' in natural light.
"By the way, the place we reunited was here too, right…?"
"Yeah. Do you know how surprised I was then?"
"…Sorry. I was too distracted back then."
"No need to apologize."
Anyway, when we returned to the plaza after the unexpected walk, Versil was still examining the floor diligently.
"How about taking a break? We can clear our schedules and stay a few more days."
"Ah… alright."
"…Did you find anything?"
I asked cautiously, and after a long silence, Versil answered in a tiny voice, like an ant crawling.
"…Yes."
"Oh, that's a relief—"
"For me, even if given years, I couldn't find anything."
Ah…
For a moment, I was lost for words, but hearing him continue, he didn't seem too broken.
"Well, that's only natural. I never really studied this field. I spent all my time learning battle magic."
Listening to him, it seemed less rationalization and more acceptance of reality.
"So I just give up. Don't say I lack determination."
"I never thought that."
"It's quite embarrassing, but what can I do? Sorry. To investigate further, we'll need a much more skilled and professional mage."
A professional mage…
"Do you have anyone to recommend?"
"There is one. That person might shorten the time more than the Doom Scholar."
"More than the Doom Scholar? Who's that?"
I asked, tilting my head, and Versil named someone completely unexpected.
"Jurben Havelion."
Jurben Havelion.
"He's known as the Arcane Engineer, leader of a school, and an idol among manufacturing mages."
Versil's explanation was accurate, but if you look closely, one crucial detail was missing.
Jurben Havelion.
GM of the ghost community 'Ghost Busters.'
'…Maybe it's not a bad idea to meet him this time.'