ăMaster Grond, the business negotiations are here. Here is the report on them.ă
ăI see, let me see them.ă
The light penetrating the room had become red.
It was a normal, cleaned-up office, and I looked over the business report my employee had brought me.
After looking over some of the specifics, I placed the report on my desk.
ăI see, heh heh, so that girl finally lost her sword.ă
I relaxed my weight into the chair with a creak, as it made a light sound.
The chair, which was recently reupholstered with the finest leather supported my frame well.
ăYes. Her husband also died recently, and she sold it to pay off the debt for her orphanage all at once. Here is the object in question.ă
Clong, what was laid upon the desh was a deep green shimmering sword decorated in ochre complete with a scabbard.
The sword was about two feet long, and the handle had a wooden feeling as if a tree branch had been incorporated in the sword as a design.
ăWow, this came from an A-ranked dungeon ăDragon-Fang Forestăand is a rank four magic sword, the ăStone-Leaf Bladeă.ă
Standing and pulling the sword from the scabbard revealed a steel-colored blade.
From all the weapons found in the dungeon, there are many that have their own magical force.
Those magical weapons arenât rare, and you can change materials and so on with a blacksmithâs skill; in a somewhat large town, itâs not hard to find one to buy.
Weapons and armor that have been affected by constant magic continually have the effect of the magical power given.
However, for equipment that has magic from the dungeons, there is the usual magical effect in addition to a very strong special effect that can be used depending on the user.
It can call forth huge dragon fire, it can give you unimaginable strength, you can float in the air for a period, and there are other thousands of uses that are not just for use in battle, but these effects can not be reproduced by human hands.
Thatâs why these special effects and their strength and uniqueness exceed the rank of seven in appraisal.
A rank four magical sword would at least be equipped by the best adventurers, at a level that most decent-level royal families couldnât afford.
Seeing it, it made me gasp a bit.
ăWell, this took a bit of work in getting. Iâll able to clear out some of the dead stock, but still I took quite a hit getting this.ă
ăWhat?ă
ăThis is what I mean, dead stock.ă
ăHow doâŚ?ă
I stabbed out the sword and pierced the belly of the employee that treated me so rudely.
His eyes were wide in disbelief, and then looking down at the sword gone through him, looked back at me.
ăW, wh, wh, whyâŚă
ăYou mocked me â did you think you could get away with a fake sword like this? This is different than a magic sword created in the dungeon.ă
Itâs true that the sword was quite a piece. However, the magic imbued into a sword created in the dungeon is quite different than the magic effects created by blacksmiths.
ăIt might be that if I were given this fake by a royal family that I did business with, so if I were to do so I would lose my place as a president seeing as I WAS THINKING THIS IS THE REAL THING, YOU INSECT!ă
ăUghâŚahâŚagh.ă
I pulled out the sword and came around the desk to stomp this employee.
ăAn asshat like you canât go against me! Trash! Because of you! All my other negotiations! Are going to be late! RIGHT!? Is your time as valuable as mine?! Now give me some compensation for all this!ă
I kept kicking the guy over and over to intimidate him.
ăThis was! Supposed to be for the Prince of Garland! To show him how much I valued his business, YOU BUG! YOU! AND THAT BITCH AT THE ORPHANAGE! ARE CAUSING ME A BIG LOSS OF MONEY!ă
I had received an order for this thing one month ago from that family.
The prince wanted the strongest sword for his empireâs military festival, so I was told that whatever I could find as fast as I could find it would be rewarded well.
I had normal things in stock as well, but it took time to find something that qualified for that extra money.
Then an orphanage opened at the edge of town that caught my eye.
It was opened by a previously competent fighter that had retired due to his wounds, had gone far into the red over the years, and the adventurer himself had died a few weeks ago due to an unfortunate accident after he was driven off a cliff.
Thatâs why when we went to buy the sword that the husband left behind in exchange for saving her business, she said ăitâs a keepsake from my husbandăand so on and was very loathe to sell the sword at any value.
ăPant, pant, ughâŚă
I kept kicking that piece of trash who was now looking around with vacant eyes, but eventually I ran out of breath until my blood cooled off.
Now that my head had cooled, I began to think.
Perhaps the orphanage had given away the real sword. Even if it was a fake sword, I had heard about it even before negotiations with the empire for it.
And this bug wasnât so stupid that he wouldnât know it was fake if it wasnât made so well. If he didnât use his head in this purchase, I would have cut it off.
If thatâs so, the real ăStone-Leaf Bladeămust be stored away somewhere else.
To some degree it could have been bought by a ărobber baronăthatâs the head of another major store. Of course, since I was the original ărobber baronă, I could kill someone like that without any problems.
No, even if there was a problem, it could be solved by a little money.
But the problem was after that.
ăDamn, I messed up.ă
Since the money I used to get something was taken from me, I had killed the guy in front of me without thinking. But, since no one knows about what happened, thereâs no way for them to hide the real sword in a place everyone knows about now.
I should have asked where they were hiding it before I killed him. He must have known something about it, then finding the damn thing would just be a matter of time.
âŚI guess, the amount that I lost in this exchange far outweighs the amount of money Iâd thought Iâd get in return.
Even more now that I realized I had lost a great sum of money, my anger made me begin kicking the dead body of the guy around the room.
ăYou stole! My money! Go to hell! Bug!ă
Scrambling for money, taking the money you scrambled for to spend it wildly, and then seeing all the extravagance in the world is my thing.
Money changes everything.
Food, houses, clothes, position, weapons, names, power, fateâŚand even countries.
In this world, you canât be happy without money. In order to be satisfied by anything, you need money.
Everything has a price in this world, decided by money. Money decides everything.
For me, money is like a god, money guarantees everything for me.
Grabbing money, money, money, in order to make me the richest in the world.
âŚyes, me more than anyone.
ăHeh, well, we canât just leave you here like this.ă
For the final brandishing of the blade, I stabbed it in the dead employeeâs back and rang the magic bell on top of my desk with a clanga-clang.
The magic bell then rang in the female attendantâs room, and a maid came into my room.
ăMr. Grond, you called? Eek!ă
The maid was one I hadnât seen before. It might have been one of the replacement maids for the ones I raped and tossed away.
ăClean the room up and, of course, clean this sword too. Call the crematorium to deal with the body, theyâll take care of everything for you. Iâll be back in a little bit, so be sure to clean the room to its original state.ă
ăOh, um, kayâŚUh, sir.ă
I left the pale-faced maid in the room and took a walk around my beloved mansion.
I had several documents that I still had to deal with, but I had no intention in working in that room any longer, I just canât work in rooms that smell of blood.
The halls were filled with expensive pictures and works of art, and the carpet was made by the same place that made the emperorâsâŚextravagant. At least one could say that this mansion was far more expensive than most royal familiesâ.
The goal I was walking towards was my bedroom, filled with exquisite works from top to bottom.
A canopied bed with a wash pitcher beside and a table, bookshelves filled with books, carpets, curtains, decorated pictures, vases decorated with flowers, all order-made material, a room that said that money can buy anything.
The mountain of gold that I built and the bedroom that represented it was the place that I felt the most at home.
ăHmph, Iâve gotten bored by this picture. Time to look for a new one soon.ă
I came here to refresh myself and get a little afternoon nap.
Taking this much time is also because the office room has to be aired out in order to get rid of the smell of blood. The crematorium is especially good at taking care of problems like that.
I didnât really have any feelings of guilt about killing that employee, as it will all be taken care of anyway.
I changed out of my clothes that still had the employeeâs blood on them, and rang the bell that was located above my bed.
After a few moments, a knock at my door echoed.
ăCome in.ă
ăYou called me, sir?ă
A slightly low and gruff voice answered, as a thin and slightly aged man entered in a tailcoat.
His face was chiseled in wrinkles, and his well-kept white har showed his age, but his blue-green eyes had a silence and strength that knew no age.
Fegner Leeroot.
He was the old butler at Goal Dot, and the director of Goal Dot itself.
He quickly took care of any matter, was used in public as well as private matters.
ăFegner, put Nonorik on an errand. Heâs working so tell him to come to my office after dinner. From there, tell him to change out the pictures in my room to his own discretion.ă
ăIt will be done. Iâll tell him after.ă
ăIâm taking a bit of a rest. Please wake me up a half hour before dinner.ă
ăIt will be done. Please have a good rest.ă
Fegner than took a bow and left.
I drank one glass from the wash pitcher, and settled into sleep in my custom-made bed.
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ăDamn, prices keep going up.ă
I knew the reason why.
Lately, the rumor that the ăMagic monsters are attackingăwas being spread.
Those magic monsters, though they werenât recognized by the leaders of counties were definitely from the ăMagic Countryă.
This was because it wasnât good to recognize the place as an actual country in the first place.
The skirmishes with that magic country had never ended and were occurring here and there.
50 years ago, the magic monsters had a small country and from gathering info here and there, the history remained that they had impoverished the country.
What is really being talked about now, is that the lord of all the magic monsters, the true magic lord has now appearedâŚor at least thatâs what the rumors say.
Heâs not just the leader of these magic beasts, but can destroy the whole world, and is really the king of the monsters.
Since that lord has come, there is the rumor that the monsters themselves have become prepared for an all-out battle.
Because of that, the prices for everything have been going up.
Even so, there are some still lagging behind, but they arenât super low prices either. As long as people are calm, theyâll be okay.
Whatâs important is to know the timing of how the prices change suddenly.
If you only notice that, you have an opportunity to shake up the market.
ăMister Grond, Iâve come as you asked?ă
The fellow that came in without knocking was an androgynous, high pitched youth that looked somewhat like a girl.
He wore a beret over his long blond hair, and some black military garb over a white t-shirt.
You could also see his pale white legs under his high-hemmed short pants that didnât seem like something a man would wear.
ăNonorik, I told you to knock when you enter.ă
ăNot a big deal right? Iâm a kid so forgive me. Donât call me Nonorik but Nono, okay?ă
ăWhat do you mean, kid? Youâve been growing out that hair for the last five years. Itâs just that no one really knows how old you are.ă
ăHmnâŚI donât know either. But Nonoâs heart is still that of an innocent child! Itâs not strange when both your insides and outsides look like a child!ă
After making an exaggerated show, his hair covered his shoulders, and he walked up to the desk and, plop, sat his butt down on the side of the desk.
Strangely, the desk didnât shake one bit.
ăSo, whatâs the story this time? You going to make me do something? Nonoâs pretty good at torture, even killing. But this time I can play around with the target, right?ă
Nonorik stretched out his body in the same way a kid reaches out to beg a parent. His golden limpid irises shimmered with no real sign of malice.
ăToo bad, no torture or murder this time, just need you to search for something. We need it fast, so if you have to kill, go ahead, and you can have fun, but each day you spend your reward gets smaller.ă
ăWhaaa? Donât do that, pops!ă
The way he showed his displeasure by pursing his lips and stick out his body almost seemed like a girlâs.
ăYou said youâd give me all the fun torture tools I need, thatâs why you hired me in the first place, right? ă
It seemed that what was inside of him wasnât innocence or purity at all, but that cruelty was his real nature.
ăI need intelligence, thatâs why I chose you. I had two conditions for you, right? First was that you had to get the reward to get all those nasty toys that you want so badly. When you did in that adventurer from the orphanage, I gave you one, right?ă
ăUhâŚyeah, I guess you did.ă
As a young girl shows her own selfishness, Nonorik put his finger to his soft lips and looked up at me.
ăIâll give some sexual favors for them tonight, just let me have more fun with my work.ă
ăSorry, but I donât have any interest in men.ă
He slung his shoulder towards me much like a lady of the night would after being denied once, and spoke in that bell-like, alluring voice once again.
ăUnless you try it, your world will never change, right? I can give you, all, the, things, you, want!ă
ăI told you Iâm not interested in that. Itâs not fun unless I can do what I want with a woman without paying money.ă
ăHmph, You pervert! What kind of niche perversionâŚă
ăI donât need to be told that by a guy who dresses like a girl to lure men.ă
He looked like a gem, but there was no way I was going to be lured by him.
There was no way I was interested.
ăYou can just do the job with the tools you were given.ă
ăWha? No way! Itâs no fun messing with just a slave. I need to bully and torment someone in order to feel good with the partner Iâm with.ă
Nonorik drew back as if he was sniffing in an erotic smell of torture.
ăIf you complete this goal Iâll give you whatever you want. If you can do it in two days, Iâll give you two slaves, so just get going.ă
After hearing that said, Nonorik looked like it was money in the bank, and smiled brightly all over.
ăWhat? Really? Yes! You really are generous! To be honest, the slave you got me when I killed the last time got played with so hard I broke him.ă
ăSighâŚslaves arenât cheap you know.ă
Just with his ability, he was a precious asset.
His intuition was sharp, his ability to kill, high. He got turned on easily, but his head worked unbelievably fast and he could collect information very quickly. It would have been better had this pleasure-seeking assassin not have such strange tastes, but he was good at what he did.
ăYouâre looking for the ăStone-Leaf Bladeă. It was probably taken from the orphanage recently, and hidden somewhere unknown.ă
ăAh, that was the sword for that man I killed. He should have brought the thing with him to the forest.ă
ăOne of my employees tried to obtain it. Well, that piece of trash has already been dealt with by me though.ă
ăHmp, okay. Well, then, time to go searchâŚ!!ă
ă? What? What happened?ă
Nonorikâs keen sense turned his eyes to the window.
However, the only thing outside was the moon and the town draped in shadows.
ăâŚwell, maybe my nerves? I had a feeling something was there though.ă
HmâŚNonorik said with a tilted head and a finger on his lower lip.
Then, the sense got lighter and Nonorik responded with shrugged shoulders.
ăGo ahead Nonorik. Iâll get your reward, your toys ready for you, okay?ă
ăAlright.ă
He waved goodbye without even turning around and Nonorik left the room.
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ăWhoa, that was dangerous. I thought heâd see me at that distance.ă
I was on a orchard tree having a little distance from Grond Trading Company and the town.
I felt a sudden chill that he would notice my presence from my own soulâs intuition.
I didnât want my presence to be found out yet.
ăSorry about the suddenness.ă
I had pulled both Minnalis and Shuria into the leaves behind me suddenly when I sensed them, bad because of that the two were now wrapped up in my arms.
ăIâm fine. But itâs just as you said, it was best to be cautious about the situation.ă
ăYeah, it was insurance against us being found out, but I never thought that guy was connected to Grond.ă
I frowned lightly at the unexpected nature of it.
I used a telescope to see what was going on, but I was very surprised to see Nonorik show up in his room.
I, of course, wasnât able to hear their conversation, but just seeing them there like that meant they were closely related.
ăDo you know that girl?ă
ăYeah, a little. I see, youâve got no memory of him as someone to avenge so you didnât know.ă
The first time I saw Nonorik, it was a quick meeting while going on a journey to get rid of the magic lord so I knew little about him other than his face.
Even so, his special way of fighting made a deep, memorable impression on me.
I thought he was a girl so his way of dealing out pain surprised me, so at the end of the tied fight I didnât forget that I had asked myself ăHeâs a boy, right?ă.
ăWell, letâs put him aside for later. We shouldnât talk about it here. Letâs go back to the boarding house.ă
ăAs you wish.ă
ăRoger that.ă
We jumped from the tree, and mixed in with the village people in the town.
ăFrom tomorrow, weâll get more info. We need to know how he and Nonorik are related.ă
ăLooks like weâll be busy, master.ă
ăIt sounds like fun!ă
Just like as if an expensive plate of food was put before us, their eyes sparkled and they smiled, and imagined what would happen from now.
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