The Killer’s Otherworld - Chapter 68



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068. Magic Swordsman(?) (2)

“Miss, can’t we all go together? After all, you’re the only one in danger right now, and the Duke isn’t threatened by anyone.”

Rachel listened to him quietly and then answered in a calm tone.

“You know it’s not just because of that. You don’t bring more than two knights to a banquet, so as not to tarnish the mood. I don’t want to look like a scared and foolish woman. And… even though my father has become like that… he was once a man respected by many people. I won’t do anything to tarnish his honor.”

“But still, that guy is definitely…….”

At that moment, Seremyan interrupted Marvin. He was fully understanding and grateful, but the young lady’s choice was firm.

Requil, who had been patting Marvin on the back, walked towards Icarone with a large stride and shouted.

“Mercenary, now you really have to listen to me. This isn’t a joke… ugh.”

Requil couldn’t finish his words because a hand suddenly covered his mouth. Seremiyan quickly covered his mouth and quietly led him to the back of the carriage and whispered.

“You, don’t be too hard on that guy. Remember. I’m telling you this because you’re like my little brother. Know that you value your life.”

“Uh, yeah? That guy did subdue Mateo, but I…….”

At that moment, when Seremiyan’s cautious actions were not understood, Rachel’s voice was heard.

“Okay, I’ll be off.”

“Oh, I have to go. I’ll be back soon, Sister!”

“Ugh…….”

The carriage carrying all four of them, with Requil at the end, slowly departed. Marvin, who couldn’t take his eyes off the carriage moving away, tapped Seremiyan on the shoulder and asked.

“Seremiyan, do you know something?”

“What?”

Marvin’s eyes were serious. They were eyes that wanted the truth.

“About that mercenary.”

“I don’t know either. But I’m hopeful. I hope that guy will change something…….”

“Hmm…….”

If you don’t know once, you can’t see it twice as a coincidence. If she saw something from the mercenary like he did, then she’s much closer to the truth. Marvin turned his gaze to the carriage, hoping that his prediction was true.

* * *

An old Benimar-style study fills one wall. On the other side, all sorts of plaques and sculptures made of pure gold stand proudly. This is the office of Count Friel, the lord of the prosperous city of Leotedir and Rachel’s uncle, with the items in the room alone worth thousands of gold.

Friel is facing his closest confidant and direct bodyguard, Berello.

“Is it really necessary to use such complicated numbers? Why not just ask that woman?”

When Berello asked with a look of incomprehension, Friel let out a long sigh and said,

“She’s gone. She must have fallen asleep, since she still has energy left. That monster bitch……”

“Well, sleep?”

“It’s already been several years. If I had known this would happen, I would have taken action against that Rachel a long time ago…….”

Anyway, since Duke Goldin was on the same ship as him, he was not worried, but Duke Cletin was the problem. He was completely neutral, not accepting money and avoiding women, and he had no openings. He was once a classmate of Leond, so even though they were not close, he was still uneasy.

If he were to give in to Rachel’s request, the unfortunate event of losing half of his estate with his eyes wide open would occur.

What should we do this time? This is already a perfectly prepared game.

“But what if the escort knight is stronger than I thought and things don’t go my way?”

Friel despises Berello’s ignorance in asking such questions without hesitation, but also likes it. Since he is not afraid of being scolded, even the most obvious questions sometimes make him check things he has missed or awaken his sense of alertness.

“Don’t worry. Under no circumstances… that girl won’t be able to walk out of here on her own two feet.”

In the worst case scenario, even the private army will be mobilized. If they can no longer use you, they will make it so that others cannot use you either. Friel’s eyes flashed sharply.

* * *

In a quiet room. The documents piled up on both sides are so tall that they are overwhelming to look at. In the center, a man is resting his chin on his left hand, and with his right hand on top of the documents, he is tapping them with his index finger.

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With his sharp eyes and innocent-looking face, he gave off a mysterious feeling just by looking at them. He was the brain of the Robera Guild. Icarone thought he went alone, but he was under surveillance. No matter how much the Kingdom of Berion was extremely exclusive to outsiders, Robera’s informants existed everywhere.

Due to Icarone’s nature, he only reports his progress from afar. If he were to get on his nerves, he would lose an arm or a leg even if he told them he was from the same guild. Deep was deep in thought, looking at the report in front of him.

-BK, contact the client. Operation Friel against the other party. Power (70% identified) 500 D-class, 120 C-class, 30 B-class, 4 A-class… … .

‘Hmm… … With this much known history of the Black Prince, the failure rate for missions is less than 10%… … But why do I feel so uneasy?’

“say.”

Deep talking to the air when there is clearly no one there.

At that moment, a voice was heard, as if coming from a cave deep underground.

“Your name.”

The one who obeys orders with polite speech is a person wearing a black mask and black clothes, and they quietly appeared at some point without even opening the door. Deep’s direct bodyguard, Reverser. The name was given to Deep by modifying the word ‘reverser’ to his taste, meaning a card that turns the table upside down. Deep’s extremely personal bodyguard who is not a member of the Robera Guild, and even the K-line people can only vaguely guess its existence.

“The Enka Guild is said to be chasing the Black Prince. They have already released the children around the general store.”

“Enka? Is it because of that incident back then?”

“It is highly likely.”

Deep looked up from the report and stared unfocused at the upper right. He remembered that a few weeks ago, Ikarone had gone to the Enka Guild alone to rescue the silver-haired witch. He couldn’t understand why the proud Enka Guild had let Ikarone go without even raising a hand. Ikarone had reportedly not drawn her sword even once. What on earth had the Enka Guild seen?

Anyway, since the Enka Guild will play a pivotal role in the future kingdom construction plan, it is best to keep him as unknown as possible.

‘variety store…….’

Suddenly, his head started to throbbed as he thought of the general store with the three women. Women who were of no help to Icarone in his future. He didn’t know how Icarone, who was a more devout and self-righteous man than himself, got connected to people, and he couldn’t figure out what kind of relationships they had, so he couldn’t help but be cautious… … They were like thorns in his mouth, uncomfortable beings.

“What about the string?”

“I got rid of everything.”

If he answers like this, it is certain. The man in front of you is the first member of the Reavers, and he is a very capable person who has acquired the most knowledge and judgment of Deep.

‘String’ refers to the traces left on everyone’s actions. Since Black Prince Icarone joined and entrusted the work, there will be no ‘string’ left after that. Now, all that remains is disturbance. If you just disappear cleanly, they will be more suspicious and dig deeper.

Nowadays, many guilds realize the importance of information, and several large guilds, despite being combat guilds, have information power that cannot be ignored. If there is no connection, the gap between the revealed facts is approached with guesses. And the guesses of information workers are quite sophisticated and detailed. The accuracy of the guesses is excellent. Therefore, it is more efficient to confuse than to keep information secret, and it is also suitable for delaying the time to realize the truth.

The masters of confusion create lies out of facts alone. And Deep is a master among masters who perfectly understands the ordering of facts and the impact of a few omissions.

“Icarone… Berion… Doesn’t it suit you?”

Ricky just bows his head and stands silently, unable to tell whether the captain in front of him is asking a question or talking to himself. He doesn’t dare to guess or understand his thoughts. It’s overwhelming just to have to tell him so that he can understand that much.

Deep raised the corners of his lips slightly at his reaction. It was a smile that seemed kinder than anyone else’s.

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Rachel looked out through the small casement window on the side of the carriage. The buildings towered like mountains, and people were constantly bustling about. They had arrived in Leothedir, the prosperous city where Rachel had once lived and where her father had been a lord and was respected and admired by the people.

‘Leotedir… …, it’s been five years? Since my uncle kicked me out… … .’

-Heehee.

The horse stopped and the carriage door opened. It was a huge height, probably 15 meters. It was so wide that it was impossible to measure it properly even when turning your head. This was the banquet hall in the center of what was once Rachel’s mansion.

I arrived just in time, but there were already a lot of people gathered and it was noisy. Two sturdy men were standing at the entrance, and in the middle of them was a man in a lime green suit, smiling brightly and welcoming the guests.

The man checked the invitations and let people in. When he saw Rachel, he opened his arms and greeted her with exaggerated gestures.

“Oh my, aren’t you Miss Rachel, the main character of today? It’s an honor to meet you.”

The man with the warm tone of voice pulled his right leg back, lowered his right arm elegantly, and gave a splendid greeting. He then took Rachel’s wrist gently, perhaps as was the custom here, and lightly kissed the back of her hand. Rachel’s face hardened slightly, but she had practiced enough to let it show. She quickly looked at him, smiled brightly, and nodded gracefully.

“Thank you, Mr. Benekd.”

In that brief moment, the corners of the lips of the man in the green suit called Benekd were seen rising slightly. It was not a smile of hospitality, but a sneer. Even the mere host of the banquet looked down on the young lady of the duke’s family…

I was excited to see what kind of terrifying things would happen inside.

As Rachel and her party entered, a short, sturdy man at the inner entrance shouted toward the banquet hall.

“Duke Leond’s daughter! Miss Rachel has arrived!”

Rachel entered the banquet hall with a slightly stiff smile. Maybe it was my mood, but it felt like the name of the estate was emphasized after my father’s name. It was true in the current situation, but it was also bitter.

How many dukes in the world are there without a territory? No, are there even any? This will probably be the first and the last.

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