I Became an Immoral Child in the Game

39 – 7-My friendly hometown

I trembled at that b*tch, saying that I would try to receive love from such a b*tch.

I forced myself to smile as if I had been forgiven by that smile while looking down.

He pathetically said that he would try to catch his eye somehow.

To think that I was beaten by such a pathetic b*tch.

So it became more pitiful.

A sigh mixed with my voice as I answered the question.

“Tell me again? About the treasures of the De Yewitz family?”

“Yes?”

“Why, did you think taking a hostage would make you what you wanted? I can do the same. Dear Aidan.”

More brutally, you can harass Aidan without leaving a trace.

Anyway, even though I’m a sword expert, it’s not even a job to make a child a half-ass.

“Now, what did you say…?”

“Are you deaf? Listen carefully this time.”

I released my magic.

Holding Eileen’s breath, this time I spoke clearly into her ears so that she wouldn’t ask again.

“Now this is a battleground, and your family wants to kill me. But how dare you come to me casually and threaten me to lay down your weapon? So you thought I would hand it over to you?”

There are no gimmicks, no trade-worthy conditions, and at least no weakness to shake.

I just shout, raise my voice, and threaten.

How ignorant of the situation, how funny the North is, is it possible to do such a thing.

I can’t stand it because I’m pathetic.

Enough to cool your heart to take revenge.

“Don’t let me do anything immoral right now. My anger is deep and the scars you left on me are still there.

Around the time Eileen’s face lost its vitality, the escort knight standing behind her neutralized my mana that was strangling Eileen with her own magical power.

“I don’t intend to intervene in a family quarrel, but you’d better stop at this point.”

I could have done that if I grabbed her pod and started a fight with her.

Like Eileen who slapped her nanny on the cheek.

But it didn’t.

It was because she was tired of that, and she didn’t want to rebuke the knight for fulfilling her duties.

As she quietly collected her mana, the escort knight bowed briefly and supported Eileen.

“Ma’am, if you’re late, you’ll be rude to Earl Yakhok. It’s not too late to admonish you later. Let’s go.”

“Heo-eok, heo-eok… You, this is what you’re going to do to your mother…!”

Eileen, who was sitting on her floor, sighed as if she didn’t understand her.

Then the escort driver called Eileen in her low voice.

“Mrs.”

Eileen’s body briefly trembled at her voice.

Supported by her escort knight, she quickly robbed her seat and got up.

No, fearing something in her, she hurriedly corrected her posture.

“…I’m running out of time right now, but I have no intention of skipping over this incident. I must take responsibility.”

Eileen left her seat as if running away.

As soon as her figure disappeared, I checked the condition of the nanny.

“Nanny, are you okay? How hurt are you? Show me.”

I grabbed the nanny’s face and turned her around.

She looked bruised as her cheeks were already red and swollen.

Fortunately, it was her lips that burst.

This one will get better soon.

“I’m fine.”

The nanny said, holding my hand that was caressing my cheek.

“You seem to be starting to resemble your mother more and more. That’s enough for me.”

“A b*tch like a dog. I’ll pay you back many times over.”

Suppressing my anger, I remembered Eileen’s purpose in waiting for her here.

Why did I wait for a year I didn’t want to see?

It’s all to find the demon cult.

“Mion, how was it just now? Did you feel something?”

“Yes. Certainly. The dark aura I felt in the vase just filled the body of the escort knight.”

I smirked at Helga.

“How is it? Am I right?”

“I have to think about whether I should like it because I was hit. Isn’t that the elite of the Sedalia Knights of the House of Haenrel that his wife brought with her when she came here?”

“Since it’s Eileen’s personal knight right now, it’s not strictly speaking.”

“Does it matter now?! If the House of Haenrel is really a Demon Cult, then the North is over! I’m afraid of how much blood will be shed in the future. How dare you joke like that?!”

“It’s fortunate that only the northern part became a sea of blood. If it was a little late, the whole empire would have suffered.”

The crazed Helga shut her mouth at those words.

I gave him an order.

“Helga, follow that knight and hunt down the abominable Demonic Cult rooted in the North.”

“I accept orders.”

Helga sank into the growing darkness.

When he reveals himself in front of me again, a huge windstorm will blow in the north as he feared.

*

A dark northern night with dim moonlight.

The nature of the Dejewitz family was noisy with the sound of the windows shaking as the cool breeze blew hard.

The rattling window drowned out the sound of someone stepping on grass in the backyard.

The man walked.

Pass through the backyard that the gardener painstakingly completed landscaping today, over the fence built high to prevent suspicious persons from easily climbing over, and to the roof of Stemwind’s proud village.

I moved casually a distance that an ordinary person could barely reach by moving half a day.

His footsteps stopped at a shabby shack in a slum with the smell of ash and manure.

He knocked on the door and a cloaked face came out to greet him.

“Cameron, welcome.”

Cameron, a descendant of the Aryans who were knights of the Sedalia Knights.

As an escort driver for Eileen de Yewitz, he took off his clock hood at the sound of his name being called.

“For the first god erased.”

“For the first god erased.”

Someone in the room held up a lantern containing burning ice.

With no response to the fire, Cameron followed the guide into a room inside a rickety shack.

When I lifted up the carpet, which was not known what color it was, the door to the basement was revealed.

When I opened the door, the old hinges made a strange noise in the desolate slums.

Cameron went down the stairs without tripping his foot in a place where there was no light as if he was used to it.

A chill ran down the cellar walls.

Cameron put his hand on the crystal ball nestled in the middle of the cellar.

“Count, I’ll see and post it.”

[Brief.]

The other person’s boring voice through the crystal ball echoed through the basement.

A northerner who was close to power could not hear that voice.

He was the head of the House of Haenrel, one of the two sword masters that the North boasts along with Kanniel De Yewitz, Count Varmond Haenrel, a descendant of the Aryans.

“Earl Yakhok is making an irreverent move to appoint Bjorn as his heir. Lady Eileen protested, but if he delays any longer, it could adversely affect the selection of the heir.”

[Earl Yakhok……. No, it can’t be. You are urging me again.]

“I’ll tell my wife to hurry up.”

[There must be more important things than that.]

Cameron whispered into the crystal ball.

“As the Count ordered, I left a vase containing the power of God in Bjorn’s room. But when Bjorn returned to his room after the meeting, the vase broke.”

[Master Antenor was right. It’s Jin’s work. Her seal is broken I never thought the dungeon that Bjern discovered was where Jin was sealed.]

Things in the world don’t really go the way you want them to.

The count’s voice was mixed with a sigh, like someone about to face a trouble.

“I encountered Bjorn in the castle. At that time, there was a reaction to the artifact. Jin and Bjorn are together.”

The moment they met in the hallway, the artifact he possessed responded, albeit weakly.

The artifact he possessed was an object that only responded to the existence of a godhead.

Cameron never imagined that this artifact would actually react.

If she didn’t know that Jin had been released, the reaction was so subtle that she would have thought it was an illusion, but the artifact made it clear that there was something by Viern’s side.

[Is it possible that Jin noticed your existence?]

“When I came here, my energy flowed so that Jin could notice, but the artifact didn’t respond. The same goes for the lantern made from Jin’s fire. From what I’ve seen so far, Jin doesn’t seem to be leaving Bjern’s side. .”

[Hmm, I have to judge that I’m reducing my strength as much as possible because of the risk of detection. If so, she probably wouldn’t have noticed the contract in your body.]

You mean you won’t make the same mistake once you’ve been discovered by Qarha?

The Count seemed to be racking his brains to extract more from the minimal information.

“What should I do?”

After a brief silence, Count Haenrel spoke slowly.

[I wonder why Jin is hanging out with that kid. If circumstances permit, I would like to kidnap and torture Bjorn to find out…….]

“Vjorn is a sword expert. It is impossible to kidnap her without leaving her traces in her castle.”

[Then, whatever Jin’s plan is, it is necessary to distort it. If Jin needs that kid, we can just kill him.]

“Ha, but now that we’re arguing over the issue of selecting the successor, the Haenrel family will be suspicious. It’s still too soon to have the imperial family as an enemy…”

[Stop.]

Cameron fell silent at the Count’s cold tone.

[Soon our god will come down. Do you think you’re only afraid of the emperor when you follow God’s will? Pay more attention to Jin than to that emperor.]

“I accept orders.”

Cameron continued his report, placing his hand on his chest as if to engrave the name.

“Also, strange rumors have been spreading lately. A saint has appeared in the North.”

[Suddenly. A saint.]

“Yes, the Holy Cross Knights sent to the north to investigate the dungeon found the saint in a nearby village.”

[Tell me more.]

Cameron licked her lips briefly with her tongue, as if her throat was burning.

“Rumor has it that Runea Van Hos, the vice-captain of the Knights of the Holy Cross, proved that the village child was a saint. The strange thing is that Bjorn took the saint with him.”

[Does that mean that the Knights of the Holy Cross gave up their saints?]

“It’s just a rumor, I’m not sure.”

Instead of a drowsy voice, laughter erupted from the crystal ball that had been silent for a while.

[Kuhahahaha! Bjorn, you’re a very smart kid! It hasn’t been long since I’ve met Qarha, and I can’t believe he’s reacting so quickly.]

“……Yes?”

[Probably Bjorn manipulated the artifact that detects the Saint with Jin’s help. It must be to distract our gaze by causing a commotion.]

After the commotion, Haenrel revealed the basis for his speculation, saying that it was because he did not take the saint.

[I would have used the village child to pretend to be a saint and cause trouble, and when the atmosphere was ripe, I would have stopped manipulating the artifact. Runea thought the artifact had malfunctioned and left her child behind. However, only the rumors remained and deceived us.]

Haenrel laughed out loud in surprise.

[hahahahaha! How could you use the fact that the Holy Cross Knights came to the North to investigate the dungeon like that! What a guy! Too bad. It’s a child that even God would be interested in.]

When Cameron was surprised by Viern’s machinations, Cameron nodded her head and admired the intelligence of his lord.

“Indeed! It might be possible if it was the Jinn of Flame. However, we cannot rule out the possibility that a true saint was born.”

[What will that change?]

“Yes?”

[Cameron, I highly appreciate your caution. Until now, your eyes have been the strength of the teaching staff. But now that period is over.]

Haenrel spoke leisurely, like a lion that twisted its prey’s neck.

[The Northern Islands, the Central Islands, the Southwest, the Southeast, and at least beyond the Gray Mountains belong to our God. Neither the emperor, nor the swordsman, Landeros, nor Ashley, the mage lord, can now turn back. But are you likely to be overturned by a newborn saint?]

So, Haenrel held her breath for a moment.

He seemed to be sure to remember the following words.

[Don’t make me repeat the same thing. My top priority right now is to sabotage Jin. Half a penny without a body, but still a god. Whatever the plan, it must be thwarted. Put aside the issue of being a saint or an emperor and start assassinating Viern.]

“Yes, we will implement it as soon as it is ready. If we do that, the successor issue will naturally be sorted out.”

[For the first deleted god.]

The crystal ball that lost its light was locked in the dark night.

For the first god erased. Cameron muttered an inaudible gyoho.

Not noticing the eerie glow in the darkness that would be familiar to them.