A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad (Novel) - Chapter 61

Chapter 61

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Translated by Sylph

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“For exactly that reason, Trevaga might not come here.”

Elanes finished speaking in an elegant voice.

Reaper swallowed hard.

‘…So that’s that bastard’s situation.’

The Grim Reaper members knew better than anyone that Trevaga’s schedule was packed.

How could they not, when they were the very ones getting their commissions stolen by Trevaga every time.

But something felt strange.

‘Those bastards, I thought they had at least roughly wrapped up the big stuff?’

So because they had been quiet for the past few days, he had only thought they were holed up somewhere resting.

But they had been besieging the large magic stones that sprang up on the Empire’s border?

And for that matter, because the neighboring country offered pretty decent pay?

Reaper narrowed his brow for no reason.

‘No matter how much he’s Tesetan, with a schedule like that his body won’t hold up.’

At the same time, his stomach started to ache in a strange way.

‘If you keep getting on my nerves like that, I won’t leave a single magic stone for you to eat from now on.’

It was because he remembered what Tesetan had said in Pearl City.

‘So it was true, this damned bastard.’

Reaper trembled and muttered.

“…Obnoxious bastard.”

Elanes, who was beside him, burst into laughter.

Looking at Reaper with a subtle gaze, she said,

“Still, he is handsome, isn’t he? Just seeing his face makes even the anger that was surging in me melt away.”

Reaper glared at Elanes in silence. Then he turned his head toward the armory hall.

Now that he understood the situation, the inside of his head only became even more complicated.

“Then how are we supposed to destroy the subspace?”

To rescue Velugon, the surface of the subspace had to be destroyed from the outside.

But Krazar’s subspace was impossible to approach from outside.

It was concealed by a power humans could do nothing about, and there were not many ways to dispel that concealment.

‘At this point, there is realistically only one possible method.’

That was to make use of Tesetan Veronio’s ‘those eyes.’

“Who knows… first, you and I will have to try doing something by ourselves, I guess?”

Then Elanes said.

Reaper furrowed his brow, then glared at her as if frustrated.

“The two of us doing what. We have to destroy the surface of the subspace first before we can rescue Velugon or do anything else. Don’t you know we need that bastard Tesetan for that?”

“I know. I know that Tesetan has to make the surface visible with ‘those eyes’ before we can do anything.”

“For someone who knows, ever since earlier….”

As he was speaking, Reaper shut his mouth.

Then he sighed and shook his head.

What was the point of arguing.

If he talked with Elanes any longer, he was certain he would only grow more stifled.

“I can’t tell whether you have a plan or not.”

As he muttered quietly, Elanes grinned.

“A plan? If you’re asking whether I have a plan to save Velugon, then of course I don’t.”

“What?”

“But if it’s another plan, I do.”

Elanes moved right up beside Reaper.

“Would you understand if I said it’s a plan to make Trevaga drink some water and let you reclaim rank 1?”

Reaper froze in place.

Elanes was smiling brightly, as if that pleased her to no end.

“Well, doesn’t that tempt your appetite a little?”

It was nonsense.

However, it was also words so enticing that saliva went down his throat on its own.

The accumulated resentment of being pushed aside by Trevaga all this time flashed through Reaper’s mind.

Grim Reaper.

A mercenary company that was, in its own way, rank 2.

But these days, they could barely secure three or four large commissions in a quarter.

‘All because of Trevaga.’

Because of that crazy monster, that insane Tesetan Veronio bastard who made his chest feel clogged and suffocating just by thinking of him.

“For now, we take the members and head to the armory hall.”

As if he could read Reaper’s heart, Elanes continued brightly.

“After that, you know too, right? We loiter around and try our best.”

“Try our best?”

“Yeah. So that even if we fail to rescue the Factory Manager, we can claim that we did all we could.”

When Reaper’s eyes narrowed, Elanes shrugged.

“Think about it, Reaper. I gave up even my day off and came here today. Are you any different?”

“….”

“And you don’t even get that many national commissions from the association, do you. And yet every time a summons order comes down, you run here and there like a lackey.”

Reaper’s eyebrow twitched.

Every single one of Elanes’s words was right.

Silvar’s Scream, which Elanes led, somehow often managed to win the right to undertake national commissions from the association.

But Grim Reaper did not.

‘Always getting pushed aside, shoved around, ignored. Even though our rank is higher.’

The problem was that when a summons order actually came down, it became awkward to refuse it.

Like feeling they had become a clown who matched a superior’s mood all day long.

Nothing else dropped into their hands, and yet just as Elanes said, like lackeys, like dogs….

As Reaper clenched his fist tightly, Elanes added,

“But that’s not the important part.”

“Then what is.”

“What matters is that the harder we work on this, the more Tesetan Veronio will look like trash by comparison.”

At some point Elanes had lowered her voice and chuckled.

“That side will really be in a tight spot, you know? Just imagine the Factory Manager actually dies. The religious order will go wild right away. Asking what they’re supposed to do about the supply of weapons for their knights. Then what do you think happens next?”

Reaper swallowed hard.

What happened afterward was obvious.

The religious order would needle the imperial family.

Saying that the holy knights were responsible for the safety of the imperial citizens, so could the imperial family really just leave something like this alone.

Was that all.

“They’ll say all sorts of things, that the trust between the imperial family and the religious order that continued for so long has been broken, that God is angered and the holy power of the holy knights will weaken.”

Then the Emperor’s anger, layered up through that process one after another….

“Will be poured onto that bastard Tesetan and Trevaga.”

As if to say exactly. Elanes tilted her head.

“Right. People in the world are saying this is the age of free mercenaries now. That the era has come when any mercenary can strut around without reading anyone’s mood.”

That might be true to some extent.

Compared to the past when mercenaries had been looked down on.

Compared to the days when they openly clashed with the holy knights, it was true that the current situation was better.

But,

“If that were really all there was to it, why would we be doing this? Isn’t that right?”

Elanes grinned.

“Even if things have gotten easier, it doesn’t change that we’re the hunting dogs of the higher-ups. So….”

Her eyes glinted coldly.

“It’s about time Tesetan learns to fear power too.”

“….”

“Why do you think we’ve kept serving the association like slaves even while being sick of it all this time. Why do you think we poured flattery and bribes into trying so hard to look good to the imperial family and the religious order. It’s about time he learned.”

While silence fell between the two.

Elanes whispered her last words.

“So, any interest?”

Reaper, glaring at the armory hall, pressed his lips tightly together.

“…Yeah. I have to survive first.”

The two soon began walking toward the armory hall.

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Meanwhile, inside the subspace.

“…Sniff.”

Tie wiped the runny mucus flowing under her nose with her sleeve.

If Veil had seen it, he would have recoiled saying it was filthy, and if Basto had seen it, he would have come running with a handkerchief, but the problem was….

There was no one around Tie anyway.

“Necromancer King… show yourself before me this instant, Necromancer King….”

Ah, there was exactly one person.

Velugon, who was wandering under the dim streetlight like a zombie.

Tie carefully stepped down onto the floor using the footrest.

Checking the situation outside only made his mood even darker.

‘The Factory Manager too, and the red mist following behind the Factory Manager too… they’re both still the same….’

It felt as if several hours had passed, yet the two were still chasing Tie.

Tie let out a sigh, then suddenly looked around.

The surroundings were dark because the lights were off.

He could see children’s chairs lined up neatly in a corner, a toy box, and a praise sticker board stuck to the wall.

A gloomy voice leaked out on its own.

“To come back to kindergarten….”

The place Tie was in now was Hanbit Kindergarten.

It was inside the welfare center building that he had happened to enter a few minutes earlier while wandering the streets.