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“That is…”
“Where is the Pope?” At Cale’s question, the housekeeper couldn’t properly answer.
“That’s something I can’t tell you.”
At the housekeeper’s final answer, Cale smiled with satisfaction. And then asked:
“Does young master Jimon know about the gray disease?”
“……!”
The corner of the housekeeper’s eyes trembled. Once again, the housekeeper couldn’t speak. Cale leaned back against the chair’s backrest and withdrew the Dominating Aura.
“Go.”
Cale dismissed the housekeeper. The elderly woman barely looked at Cale, and Cale, meeting her gaze, said something else:
“Go to young master Jimon.”
Although his tone was light and weightless, the housekeeper, recovering her trembling body, made a deep bow. And carefully approached the entrance and grasped the doorknob.
“Ah.”
Cale’s voice reached the housekeeper’s back.
“Chaos purification is possible.”
The housekeeper took a deep breath.
Click. The housekeeper slowly left the dining hall.
“…….”
Clopeh, standing by the window, watched the real butler, mixed among other employees, leave the pavilion and head towards the main castle, and then spoke:
“Cale-nim.”
“Yes.”
“It seems the system hasn’t collapsed as much as I thought.”
The corner of Cale’s lips curled upwards, and he nodded with satisfaction.
“Yes. It seems young master Jimon still has control of the Moraka castle.”
The employees and the housekeeper are moving according to young master Jimon’s will, avoiding the Chaos God sect’s gaze. Moreover, the housekeeper is loyal to young master Jimon. At least, within this Moraka castle, young master Jimon hadn’t lost everything to the Chaos God sect.
“He’s more useful than I thought.”
At Cale’s words, Clopeh smiled. He recalled the question Cale had asked a moment ago.
‘He asked if I knew about the Pope.’
And another thing…
‘He also mentioned the gray disease.’
As expected, Cale-nim didn’t consider young master Jimon simply as an ally. Clopeh felt an interesting excitement about how things would develop.
“Clopeh.”
At that moment, he heard Cale’s voice, and Clopeh came out of his thoughts. The moment he made eye contact with Cale’s piercing gaze, he felt a strange cold sensation. Cale’s mouth slowly opened.
“Stop thinking nonsense and eat.”
Cale, feeling Clopeh’s bright gaze displeasing him, said that and began to concentrate on his meal.
“It’s delicious!”
“It’s more delicious than yesterday.”
“Ji ji. It’s delicious! Clopeh, eat it too.”
Clopeh smiled at the children’s words and returned to his seat, picking up a spoon. Sideways. His gaze turned to Cale for a moment.
‘As expected.’
As expected, Cale-nim isn’t someone who should be underestimated. The moment he forgot that this place was reality and felt interest as if it were a story… Cale-nim reminded him of reality and prevented him from simply treating the world as something interesting.
‘As expected, he’s different.’
He’s different.
“Haha.”
Clopeh let out a low laugh and began to eat.
‘…I hope that madman isn’t plotting something.’
And Cale looked at him with an uncomfortable expression. Then, Cale could see team leader Sui Khan staring intently at him and Clopeh.
‘What’s wrong?’
When he asked with slightly parted lips, Sui Khan sighed and said:
“Eat.”
At those words, Cale silently ate. The food quality was definitely better than yesterday. A satisfied smile appeared on Cale’s lips.
* * *
Toc toc!
At the sound of a knock on the door, young master Jimon jumped up. The door opened at a moderate pace, and young master Jimon couldn’t hide his anxiety upon seeing the elderly butler enter.
“-”
But he couldn’t say anything. Because he could see a knight peeking through the ajar door.
“I’ve brought the morning tea sweets.”
The elderly butler calmly closed the door and placed the sweets on the table.
Dalgrak dalgrak. It wasn’t an intentional sound, but with natural and elegant movements, the sweets table appeared in front of Jimon.
“…”
But Jimon didn’t sit down and looked at the butler, without hiding his anxiety.
“Worrying too much isn’t good.”
The elderly butler said that. But Jimon discovered the paper and pen that were at the bottom of the cookie basket.
The paper and pen in the study were always there, because the Chaos God sect could enter at any time, and when they needed to write something, the butler always brought paper and pen from somewhere, and then immediately left after writing.
‘The Chaos God sect treats me well on the surface, but their surveillance is getting stricter.’
Surveillance and control under the pretext of protection. Fortunately, there was no one watching the room. This room was filled with high-level defensive magic because Count Lupeh, when he was alive, was worried that Jimon, who was still young and hadn’t inherited the Moraka castle, might be killed by another force. Therefore, placing a knight in front of the door was the maximum the Chaos God sect could do. As they thought they had already taken control of the castle, they must be acting like this. Moreover, young master Jimon had become more violent and impatient after realizing their intentions and behavior. To deceive them.
Odoc. Intentionally, he noisily ate a cookie while writing on the paper.
<How was it?>
The butler responded:
<The Chaos God sect, and the gray disease, know everything.>
“…!”
His cookie-eating movements stopped.
‘They say even the Pope and the gray disease know everything?’
That guy Kase? Young master Jimon couldn’t believe it. Because not even the Demon King knew yet.
‘They’re more terrifying than the Demon King.’
Young master Jimon regretted allying with the Chaos God sect. After Count Lupeh’s disappearance, the city of Dioruel was filled with chaos. Terosa, a subordinate of the Demon King, took advantage of that opportunity to try to seize Dioruel’s estate. While observing her behavior, young master Jimon suspected that the Demon King’s faction had killed his uncle, who hadn’t sided with the Demon King. Then the Chaos God sect appeared. They showed young master Jimon Count Lupeh’s clothes and belongings, saying the Demon King’s faction had killed him.
‘I shouldn’t have allied with those kinds of people.’
Young master Jimon allied with the Chaos God sect to protect the city of Dioruel and contain the Demon King, or to be more honest, to avenge his uncle, Count Lupeh, who was his only family among his greedy relatives. He thought those guys could overthrow the current Demon King.
‘Although it seemed my uncle was in contact with the remnants of the previous Demon King’s force.’
Young master Jimon had no way to contact them, and had no reason to ally with a force that couldn’t protect his uncle and only hid.
‘…Gray disease…’
About a month ago, young master Jimon noticed something strange upon seeing the sudden appearance of a large number of knights and their movement throughout the Demon World, and learned about the gray disease.
‘No.’
To be exact, the sect gave them that information. And-
‘What do you think?’
The Pope kindly asked.
‘The gray disease is a disease that demons who depend on gray mana would easily recognize, right?’
Young master Jimon couldn’t get angry with the Pope. He couldn’t say anything.
‘Dioruel’s estate will protect everyone from the gray disease.’
It’s not that they won’t get the gray disease, but that they won’t die.
‘Chaos power will save Dioruel’s estate for the first time.’
The Pope said that and asked young master Jimon:
‘Young master, you won’t betray me, right?’
He kindly smiled and said:
‘The moment you tell the Demon King, you and Dioruel’s estate will be covered by the gray disease and everyone will die.’
His voice sounded like a hammer directed at him, who had made a foolish decision and allied with people he shouldn’t have allied with.
‘Young master Jimon. Not even the Demon King can cure the gray disease.’
Chorrororo-
“Ah.”
Hearing the sound of the tea being served, young master Jimon came to his senses. He realized he was sweating cold sweat and was short of breath. The butler, who had been with him since he was a child, like his grandfather, handed him a cup of hot tea. Jimon drank the tea. When he felt a little warmer…
<Young master.>
The butler continued:
<The second brother was the leader.>
The second brother? The guy who acted clumsily?
<There was also a dragon.>
……! Young master Jimon’s eyes widened and turned red. Kase. Who is that guy?
<They say the second brother saved Count Lupeh.>
No, who is the second brother? And how can he hide so well being that kind of person? Young master Jimon felt chills. It was more surprising than when he met the Chaos God sect’s Pope. And the butler’s next phrase:
<Chaos purification. They say it’s possible.>
“Ah.”
Finally, a sigh came out of young master Jimon’s mouth. Unconsciously, he put a cookie in his mouth and forcefully swallowed it. He felt he had to do something.
‘They say chaos purification is possible?’
The chaos power that would save Dioruel city, mentioned by the Pope, was ‘purification.’ The Pope said he would use ‘purification’ to eliminate the gray disease that had spread throughout Dioruel and would turn Dioruel into the place to build the first Chaos God temple.
His throat was dry. Young master Jimon drank the tea, which was still a little hot, as if it were cold water.
“Ha, ha-”
Laughter came out of his mouth. The Demon King and the Chaos God sect. Their heads ached so much that they seemed about to explode because of these two forces. Even revenge for his uncle, Count Lupeh, seemed like a luxury. Meanwhile, new people appeared.
‘The people who saved my uncle.’
They already knew about the Chaos God sect. Moreover, they had brought the Demon King’s faction here.
“Wow-”
Young master Jimon was sincerely amazed.
“It’s scary.”
It’s really scary. Neither the Chaos God sect nor the Demon King’s faction will know Kase’s true power. They’ll simply be wary of him, but they won’t realize the true dagger hiding behind him.
“Wow. Seriously.”
He could only express his amazement. The butler wrote again:
<Should we save them tonight?>
At that question, young master Jimon, with a more relaxed attitude, ate a cookie and wrote an answer:
<My uncle chose those people, not the Demon King nor the Chaos God sect.>
That is to say, it’s not us who should save them.
<What did they want?>
The butler answered Jimon’s question:
<The Pope’s location.>
Jimon nodded, went to his desk, and took out a small scroll that was among the drawers. The butler received it with a serious expression.
It was a map of the inside of the Moraka castle. A map that also showed the Chaos God sect’s location.
A moment later…
“I’ll change the sheets.”
Some employees headed to the pavilion. A middle-aged woman took a scroll from the map from her chest and handed it to Cale.
Mischievous smile. Cale examined the map and abruptly said:
“Good job.”
It was a phrase directed at Jimon, and that phrase would be conveyed to Jimon through the middle-aged woman and the butler. Cale patted the freshly changed sheets and continued:
“I should sleep well tonight. Right?”
The phrase that young master Jimon should simply sleep would also be conveyed to young master Jimon.
* * *
That night. The Chaos God sect will come to kill Cale’s group and the Demon King’s forces.
Uum uum. Cale looked out the window, where the sky was turning red from the sunset, and swallowed a piece of steak. He’s been eating and sleeping well since yesterday, living a very healthy life. Is this what the life of an unemployed person is like?
-Human, why do you have that melancholic expression?
Cale didn’t respond to Raon’s question and enjoyed this relaxation. But the table wasn’t relaxed at all.
“Lord Kase.”
The New Business Division head, furtively looking at the second brother with a foolish expression, fixed his gaze on Clopeh Sekka. That night. Three people from the Demon King’s forces, sent by Terosa, asked to have dinner together. The reason was obvious.
“What did you discuss with young master Jimon yesterday?”
Clopeh Sekka elegantly ate a piece of steak, and then put down the fork and knife. And gently wiped his mouth. The whole process seemed elegant and familiar.
“Oh.”
A demon reacted. It wasn’t the New Business Division head nor the middle-aged knight. Mol, the Demon King’s Third Corps leader, The Hand Behind the Back, admiringly said:
“You seem like a noble. You don’t seem like a merchant at all.”
The moment his cold gaze turned to Clopeh… Clopeh thought of Cale, looking out the window, Raon, invisible somewhere… And On, Hong, and Sui Khan, comfortably eating on the second floor, and then opened his mouth:
“As expected, General Mol is sharp.”
Mol, who was imitating rookie knight Rom. His smile intensified.
“Yes. I felt something was wrong.”
He didn’t feel good at this moment. The only thing he felt while secretly observing the Moraka castle and Kase yesterday and today was…
“Who are you?”
He asked.
“Are you trying to attack me from behind?”
The atmosphere in the dining hall turned cold. The New Business Division head and the middle-aged knight couldn’t properly move, deeply inhaling. Clopeh elegantly raised the wine glass beside him and told Mol:
“Count Lupeh, my father, said…”
His voice was truly elegant. He seemed like someone who had learned strict manners, attitude, and atmosphere since birth as a high-ranking noble, instead of a merchant. That’s why others only now realized he seemed like Count Lupeh’s blood relative, a high-ranking noble. Clopeh looked at Mol and opened his mouth:
“If I die, it will be the Demon King’s doing.”
Mol’s eyebrows slightly rose. When the smile on his lips intensified… Clopeh smiled and continued:
“That’s why I brought you here, where the Chaos God sect is. It’s my own revenge. Is it my plan for everyone to die?”
That’s when.
“Ha, ha-”
Mol let out a burst of laughter. It was a smile that seemed relieved and comfortable. Mol, who didn’t like being attacked from behind, although he was good at attacking from behind. Cale thought to himself while watching his refreshing laughter:
‘Tonight’s fight will be a disaster, a true quagmire.’
How satisfying. Cale pretended to be scared by Mol’s aura and laughed to himself.
-Human, you don’t seem that scared!
Cale, following Raon’s words, further shrunk his shoulders, deeply bowed his head, and pretended to be intimidated.
Night will arrive soon.
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