《The Tyrant Empress is Obsessed with Me》 Prologue Prologue Prologue At the age of sixteen, a run-in with a tree unlocked memories of my past life, leading me to the realization that this world was the setting of a novel I had once read. However, it was ringly apparent that I was already on a one-way trip to hell. Ascal Debrue. The empress, seated with an air of daunting authority on the throne, called my name. Yulia. She was the very empress portrayed in the novel I had read. Born a prodigy, she was graced with exceptional beauty, unmatched swordsmanship, and powerful magical abilities; however, she was also afflicted with a destructive and atrocious temperament. Her cruel tendencies drove her to behead the servants who failed to meet her stringent standards, plunging the empire into her tyrannical rulea regime so severe that could make the most dreadful tyrants shudder. As a result, Yulia eventually faces execution due to a rebellion, a destiny shared by the unfortunate servants under hermand. So, to put it bluntly, Yulia is the captain of a sinking ship, and I need to escape this ship immediately. You have served me excellently until now. You have strengthened the country and brought glory to my name. Considering my exemry service, shouldnt I be entitled to early retirement then? Thus, I bestow upon you the office of Prime Minister. You are bound to me, in life and death. But, it seems its already toote. ... How did thingse to this point? Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Themute for a 9th rank imperial official is tough. Rainy days are muggy and tough, foggy days are challenging as you cant see ahead. When the weather is good, its so pleasant that its tough. I wish I couldmute by carriage. Just now, as Ascal watched a carriage overtaking him, mocking his pedestrian status, he felt a deep pang of envy. The carriages, powered by magic, are symbols of wealth or power here. Usually, wealthy merchants, nobles, or officers of rank 5 and above ride them, supported by the nation. Anyway, since Ascal didnt fit any of those categories, he diligently moved his legs again today. Stopping by the bakery he always visited on his way to work, Ascal grabbed freshly baked bread and fresh milk. He then took a bite of the bread. The crispy bread with its rich buttery aroma tasted much better than any bread from his previous life. The bread there was just expensive and seriously tasteless. After moistening his slightly dry throat with milk, he walked while lost in various thoughts, and before he knew it, he had arrived at his workce. Barba Empire - Government Office. The majestic and grand building truly lived up to its name. Even to the untrained eye, it lookedvish, as if money had been stered all over it. Honestly, it was a bit ostentatious. What time is it now... 9:10? Looking at therge clock that hung decoratively atop the office, reportedly made on special order by the Magic Tower, Ascal flinched instinctively. Office hours start at 9:00. But he had no intention of entering immediately. He had to dy his entrance as much as possible. To waste as much time as possible, he wandered around the office, and then checked the clock again. It was 9:17. This should be good enough. It wasnt. Entering Division 4 of the Evaluation Department again today, Ascal felt hopeless. Oh, youre the first toe in again today! Ascal! You are truly the most diligent official in our Evaluation Department! These lunatics would only start to show up after 9:30, even though office hours began at 9:00. Some even reeked of alcohol, clearly having partied the night before. This was the reality of the Empire. In this primitive fantasy world, bureaucracy was still a nascent concept. Speaking of which, its about time to select this months outstanding official. The senior scratched his nose and walked towards the frame hanging on the office wall. This should be removed now. Phew. Ascal heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing his face framed and hung up every time he came to work was a serious burden. But now that it was being removed It seemed all those intentional daily tardiness andziness were worthwhile. Congrattions, Ascal. In September, you were unanimously chosen as the outstanding official again. Damn it. Congrattions! Kudos, Ascal! Youre truly the hope of our department! Watching the officials give fervent apuse, Ascal deeply worried about the future of the empire. This is why rebellions will rise and everyone will get executed. You crazy people. Ascal renewed his resolution to escape from here. However, resigning from the empire was never easy. Did you hear? An official who imed they couldnt work and ran away got hunted down by the hounds and was eventually caught. I heard not just him but his whole family was executed? Right. I actually liked him because he was pretty good. Its a shame. He shouldve escaped better. The superior scratched his head. In this ce, casual conversations about who tried to escape and got caught weremon. The atmosphere even seemed to cheer for those attempts. Although most end up captured and executed in a gruesome manner. By hounds, they mean the Intelligence Department directly under the Emperor. They had all the authority with the Emperor consent to monitor and investigate the officials. So, once youve be an official in the empire, theres no ordinary way out. You either retire, die from an ident, or get fired for serious ipetence. The first option is out of the question. Its rare for someone to retire from here safely, and Ascal knew the future. The empire would face rebellion and chaos long before his retirement age. Dying from an ident isnt even worth discussing, so the only serious option Ascal was considering was the third one. Getting fired for severe ipetence. Its already thiste. Well, shouldnt everyone take their nap now? The superior, with a goose feather pillow he brought from somewhere, fell asleep, snoring loudly. It happened in just a minute. Ascal looked around to see if anyone else had serious doubts about this abnormal work environment. None. Everyone was sound asleep. It was disheartening. Not to mention a terrible job These people just didnt work at all. How can I get fired from here...? It wasnt easy. It wasnt untilte afternoon that the atmosphere in the Evaluation Department shifted to something resembling work. But as for the work, in Division 4, which wasnt the main one like Division 1, their main tasks were just affixing tags to antiques for categorization, orughing at and rejecting the business proposals of young and seemingly clueless entrepreneurs seeking state subsidies. Wow. This guy ns to teach trolls to speak and use them on construction sites? He must be out of his mind. At least its more constructive than that person who wanted to farm using goblin feces. Ascal simply joined in theughter initiated by his superior. From Ascals observations over a long period, it wasnt so much about how realistic or usible the business proposals were. What mattered to the superior was more about who was behind the proposal. Think about it. If the person has a robust background, wont they have useful connections even if they run a business? It means a higher sess rate. And if I approve it, wont some crumbs fall on me? Theres always a logical reason. Ah, this proposal is from the heir of the Berg family. Approved. Regardless, after procrastinating as much as he could, the superior, faced with a mountain of proposals, finally sighed and said, Please take care of the rest. The superior used his privilege to leave early. Truth be told, even if he took the liberty, a lower-level official like Ascal didnt have the authority to take responsibility. What if he approved a wrong proposal and wasted the nations money? He could end up bearing the me and getting fired. ...Fired? A sudden inspiration shed in Ascals mind. Title: Improvements in Magic Stone Production Using New Materials The subsequent proposal, spanning dozens of pages, wasden with technical terms and iprehensible concepts. It was practically indecipherable unless you were an expert in the field. Yet, Ascal believed this business proposal was fraudulent. Specifically, because it was too intricate. It reeked of a scam. Moreover, if the author truly had the expertise, wouldnt they have sent their proposal to Division 1 instead of Division 4, which was a cesspool of corruption and ipetence? Furthermore, the proposer was an unknown alchemist. A rejection was obviously in order. To even im they need a significant amount? Such a scam-like proposal should definitely be... Title: Improvements in Magic Stone Production Using New Materials By Ascal Debrue Ascal nervously looked around. Predictably, no one was paying attention to him. He then sneaked into the office of the division chief, who had left to enjoy horse riding, and discreetly inserted the Magic Stone Improvement Proposal, which demanded a hefty amount of funding, among the approved ones. With this, the scammer would walk away with the nations money, and Ascal would bebeled as an ipetent official who couldnt identify such a fraud. If Im lucky, Ill be fired. If not, my reputation will plummet. He might be given a cold shoulder for a while, but at least hed be a step closer to getting fired. Please scammer, help me with this. . . . Empire Newspaper, Front Page F*ck! Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Human affairs never seemed to go as expected. For instance, a business proposal Ascal had approved, thinking it would fail, became a hit and made the front page of the newspaper. Or his favorite bakery suddenly closed its doors. Now who will prepare my breakfast? With his stomach growling, Ascal roamed the streets like a vagabond until, fortunately, he stumbled upon a street vendor selling sandwiches. It was a vendor he had never seen before, but beggars cant be choosers. Besides, the woman making the sandwiches seemed quite skilled. One ham and cheese sandwich, please. Ascal took a bite of the sandwich. It was moving. People often thought of a sandwich as simply some meat between slices of bread, and they were not wrong. But depending on how it was made, the difference could be night and day. The diligently toasted outeryer of the bread and the rich aroma of fresh cheese immediately whet the appetite. And when Ascal took a bite, the bread crisply crumbled while the meats juiciness and the lettuce added texture. Choosing this vendor was absolutely right. Is it to your liking? Ascal wiped a speck of sauce from his cheek with the back of his hand. The woman kindly looked his way, her golden hair softly swaying in the wind. Its incredibly delicious. Truth be told, its a recipe I usually make just for kids, so I wasnt sure how an adult would find it. For kids? She appeared young, in her early twenties. Hearing the word kids from her, Ascal was momentarily taken aback. Oh, I teach children in an orphanage. Youre doing noble work. Hehe, its rewarding and enjoyable. Feeling ted from having such a delicious sandwich, Ascal pointed at the array of sandwiches on disy. Can I have all that you have right now? All of them? Are you sure? I think my colleagues at work should also get to taste this sandwich. It wasnt hard to deduce that the money from selling those sandwiches would help the children of the orphanage. With a bag full of sandwiches, Ascal began to walk away. Then, a realization hit him. A beautiful woman with golden hair, teaching children at an orphanage, and possessing excellent culinary skills... It clicked for Ascal. She resembled the character Eileen from the novel. In the novel, Eileen, having lost her orphanage due to the tyranny of Yulia, awakened her divine power and was hailed as a Saintess. She yed a pivotal role in the ensuing rebellion. Of course, in the current timeline, Yulia wasnt the empress yet, and Eileen hadnt lost her orphanage. It was a story set in the not-so-near future. Regardless. Alright. Im impressed. It was an unexpected gain. From now on, he would continue buying his morning sandwiches from here. Because, even if a rebellion aroseter, he would have an ally to cling to by his side. Soon after, Ascal arrived at the government office. And he sensed that something was off. At this hour, the office should typically be deserted due to everyone beingte. However, it was unusually bustling with people. Given the intuition he developed as a Grade 9 administrator, he felt the need to be cautious. Trying to be inconspicuous, he opened the door to Division 4 and was taken aback. Everyone from Division 4 had already arrived. These were people who habitually came inte, yet all of them were present. It was undoubtedly a harbinger of some significant event. Ah Youve finally arrived. The department head, who was typically nowhere to be seen, spoke gravely. We received a message earlier that the Minister of Magic will be visiting our department. Everyone should be seated and appear to be busy working - no, actually be working. Minister of Magic. For a Grade 9 underling like Ascal, this was an individual of untouchable stature. Why is the Minister visiting our department? Thats what we dont know, which is concerning. Sit down; He will be arriving soon. It was fortunate that the visitor was the Minister of Magic, known amongst the ministers for disliking unnecessary formalities. This meant there was no need for any pretentious disy. Ascal settled in his seat and began working. His instincts as a lower-ranking administrator automatically responded to the news of the imminent visit from the Minister. Hmm. Is that a project proposal? Yes, its a n to improve the sewer system using magic stones. What do you think? Its obviously a lie. If you look closely, all the magical forms are a mess. Theyve merely drafted an impressive-looking proposal to embezzle the funds. Its a relief for the empire to have an administrator like you. At those words, Ascal instinctively raised his head. A middle-aged man with a distinguished presence stood there. It was impossible to determine how long hed been standing there. Minister-nim! The color drained from the department heads face as he stumbled forward. I am Herben, the head of Evaluation Department 4. Its truly an honor to meet you, Minister-nim. This is Minister of Magic Robin. What brings you to our 4th department today? May I assist you? Ignoring the flustered head, Robin gazed intently at Ascal. Whats your name? Ascal. Ascal, what are your thoughts on the current state of the empire? It was a rather heavy question. At that moment, the department head interjected. The empire is flourishing more than ever. All thanks to the magnificent grace of His Majesty the Emperor... Silence. I was asking Ascal. Under Robins sharp retort, the department head looked as crestfallen as a scolded puppy. It reminds me of a frog in a pot. Oh? And why is that? Because it doesnt realize its being boiled. On the surface, everything seems fine, but the temperature rises slowly. By the time the water starts boiling, its toote. For a moment, Robins expression changed. The light-hearted amusement in his eyes from witnessing a witty young man turned gravely serious. Are you suggesting theres a w in His Majestys reign? An individual cannot reverse the flow, no matter how extraordinary they might be. Hmm. Robins stern expression rxed, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. You, young man. Have you ever considered joining the Ministry of Magic? The Ministry of Magic was one of the rare ces in the empire that got things done properly. To Robin, Ascal was a gem. It was a shame for such a gem to waste away in a dump like the Evaluation Department. I apologize, but I still have much to do in the Evaluation Department. Thats a pity. Robins appetite was whetted. It was always the case with people like Ascal. The ipetent and the fickle easily shifted their positions, but those with real skill hesitated to change their stations so recklessly. Robin found himself admiring Ascal even more. If you ever change your mind, just let me know. A position for you will always be kept open. Im grateful just for the offer. Oh, Ive held on to a promising young man like you for too long. Here, take this. From within his robes, Robin pulled out a decree adorned with gold leaf. ...What is this? Congrattions on your promotion, Ascal. Thanks to your discovery and enhancement of the magical stone, the Ministry of Magic is deeply indebted. As a token of our gratitude, and because I truly wanted to meet you in person. Ascal felt light-headed as he looked at the decree. Anyway, a two-grade jump in promotion is a first for me, even in all my years. Hahaha! He had be a 7th-grade official. This meant that escaping the empire had just be more difficult. Ascal had previouslyid out ns to flee the empire covertly as a contingency if things went south. But as a 7th-grade official, hed attract more attention from the Emperors hounds. Compared to a 9th-grade, who could disappear one day without anyone batting an eye, it was now significantly harder to make an exit. With this, all his escape ns might go down the drain. Im f*cked, seriously. But then again, as expected, the Minister of Magic did have disdain for the Emperor. He valued the citizens far more than the current Emperor, who was steeped in luxury. In the historical ounts of the novels, the Minister of Magic joined the rebel forces. He engages in a fierce battle with Yulia, the next in line for the throne, but ultimately faces defeat and meets his demise. Moving to the Ministry of Magic wouldnt be a wise choice either. Truthfully, when the Minister had suggested the transfer earlier, his heart had sunk. Though it seemed appealing on the surface, it essentially meant getting directly involved in a rebellion. Isnt there some way out? Maybe mess things up in a monumental way... make a major blunder to appear ipetent. He needed to act before it was toote. Ascal found himself deep in thought in the empty office of the 3rd Department. It was still summer. Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Ascal received a gold namete. Looking at the namete haphazardly ced on the desk of the empty office, an inexplicable sense of doubt crept in. Maybe I should just close my eyes and run away. No. Given the increased attention on him, there was no doubt that if he fled now, hed immediately be pursued. The only way out was, as always, to prove his ipetence and get fired. Alright. Whateveres my way, Ill mess it up thoroughly. Yet, a day passed, then two, and still no real tasks came Ascals way. A government job was always like this: insanely busy at times, but unbelievably idle at others. Ascal even went to his boss to inquire. Do I have any tasks to do? Oh, something wille up soon. Just rx. And just like that, a whole month passed in this way. Surprisingly, Ascal had nothing to do the entire time. The meal today is good. In the deserted office, he ate a takeaway sandwich, then sat nkly gazing out the window. With so much idle time, he recently took up gardening. Today, the little nt sprouted. The fertilizer seemed to have worked well. So today he changed its soil. Grow strong and tall. While documenting his nts progress, he suddenly had a moment of deep reflection. Please, give me some work... If one were to summarize his daily routine, it would be: Eat, use the restroom, sit aimlessly at the desk, water the nt, and then leave when it is time. To some, this might seem like a dream life. But feeling as though he was on borrowed time, Ascal couldnt bear the boredom. I cant take this anymore. I need to request a department transfer. It was at that moment when he was about to rise from his seat. Pardon the intrusion, Head Ascal. The person who had entered the office was an unexpected figure. Kane. The head of Evaluation Department 1 and a 4th-grade official. He was essentially the power behind Evaluation Department 1, which was pretty much the raison dtre of the entire Evaluation Department. Unlike him, the figurehead of Department 3, who was basically a non-entity, Kane was a man deserving of respect. As Ascal was about to reflexively greet him, he paused. Right now, he was like a young upstart who had risen too quickly. Despite being only a 7th-grade official, hed snagged the department head position. To Kane, who had earned his Department 1 head position purely on merit, Ascal was likely a thorn in his side. But what if Ascal yed the part of the arrogant upstart? In no time, hed be ostracized and eventually phased out of the Evaluation Department. Then, even if he quit, nobody would likely care. Its not courteous to visit another department without prior notice. Ah, my apologies. In the future, Id appreciate a prior notice. What brings you here? Perfect. With that level of cheek, he could probably win an office insolence contest. Proof of his sess was evident in Kanes face, which had stiffened from the pleasant smile hed worn just moments ago. I have a task Id like to delegate to you sir Ascal. Its and evaluation, and given your renowned expertise, I believe youre the right person for it. Of course, youre free to decline. How long had it been since he was offered any work? Holding back a triumphant smile, Ascal replied with as much gravitas as he could muster. Ill take it on. Ah, you will? Ill send over the necessary documents shortly then. Without even looking at Kane, Ascal pretended to read a report and gave a slight nod. All to seem as rude as possible until the end. ...Has he left? Once certain Kane had entirely vanished, Ascal slouched in his chair. It had been a pretty sessful act on his part. Moreover, he secured the project he had so eagerly wanted. And if this presumptuous neer now spectacrly ruins the job? Resignation wouldnt be far off. Hehe, Hehe, Hehehehe. The tasks in the Evaluation Department were simple. For the empire, they evaluate everything that can be evaluated. And, of course, this included people. . . . Did you meet with Ascal Debrue? Yes. Kane took off his coat, which his secretary naturally took and hung up. Ive heard rumors that hes just a lucky rookie. Thats just envy from the ipetent. Kane always remembered to wear a friendly smile in front of everyone. Most people would rx seeing a slightly portly, good-natured middle-aged man smiling at them. Subconsciously, theyd see him as easygoing. In doing so, theyd let their guard down. Kane was always ready to assess such people. He didnt rx in my presence, not even a bit. He even red at me, as if questioning my intentions. An audacious kid in his early twenties, doing that to me. Despite his words, Kane seemed neither angry nor offended. The Evaluation Department was in shambles, with too fewpetent individuals. Ipetent folks just siphoned off the empires resources without offering anything of value. However, Ascal Debrue is a gem. Kane had risen from the bottom to the head of Department 1 purely based on his skill and performance. His evaluations were never wrong. . . . How can I ruin it in a way that I be infamous? Ascal opened the report brought from Department 1. In essence, it was about evaluatingnd. Deciding where to establish a tourist attraction to attract foreign visitors. Ascal carefully read the report. There were three potential areas: 1. Ancient ruins: Packed with ancient relics, it would attract visitors if a museum were built. 2. Rocky Canyon: Features a massive cliff with a waterfall, offering beautiful natural scenery. 3. Deserted in: Barren and devoid of attractions, but its easily essible, ideal for carriages. To sum it up briefly: At a nce, number 3 was obviously a bust. The report conveyed, in its professionalnguage, a nuance suggesting one should choose between 1 and 2. Might be time for my first business field trip. Ascal pondered deeply for several weeks, visiting the potential sites. The ancient ruins site indeed had relics that would intrigue artists and schrs. Establishing a museum there could yield significant revenue. Then, the Rocky Canyon. Despite visiting numerous attractions before, he hadnte across such breathtaking natural beauty in a long time. The sheer cliffs seemed to dwarf any human observer. Lastly, the barren ins. Literally nothing special, with its only perk being ease of transportation. Ive made up my mind. Ascal finalized his decision and submitted the report to his superiors. The Deserted ins? Are you certain about this choice? Yes, Im sure. Alright. I trust your judgment, Ascal. Just bear in mind, that the council is keenly observing this project. Any failures could affect your rank. It was the most reassuring news of Ascal. The die was cast. . . . Did you hear? The head of Department 3 made a big blunder. He set up a tourist spot in a ce thats utterly barren. What a lunatic. His lucks finally run out. Tsk. Hes bound for demotion. Several Months had passed since Ascal submitted his report. Walking the halls, he overheard the whispers maligning his decision. Indeed, his choice was vindicated: the tourist attraction in the barren ins had almost no visitors. It was running at a loss. Watching his reputation plummet in real time, Ascal wore a smile. At this rate, being asked to resign wouldnt be surprising. As he was preemptively packing his office belongings, expecting to be let go any day, someone burst through the door. HOT SPRINGS!!!!!!! ...? The person, whod yelled loud enough to make ones ears ring, was a colleague from when Ascal was in Department 4. Her name was Sushia. She had recently transferred to Department 3, thinking it was the ce to be. Breathless, she eximed, Sir! A hot spring erupted in the barren ins!! Its now swamped with tourists!! Did you foresee this!!? ? What are you talking about? A hot spring erupted in the barren ins? How? Why? . . . . Hearing the news, Ascal personally went to the barren ins to see for himself. And what he saw was beyond belief. From the massive hot spring, with steam billowing out, countless foreigners were enjoying its warmth. Oh, man. Theres something different about these imperial hot springs. It feels like its healing my soul. They say if you enjoy the hot spring and then drink some imperial milk, youd taste heaven without actually dying. Is this really happening? No. This? Can this even be real? Always knew it Ascal, you Kane, whod alsoe to the Deserted ins, spoke with evident admiration. Youve always had a discernment that even I couldnt match. And the next day, He received the familiar, gold-embossed appointment letter. Haa, this familiar letter of appointment. Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Theres a saying that goes, Luck ounts for 70%, effort for 30%. The interpretation could vary, but Ascalpletely disagreed with this sentiment. Simply because, to him, it was all about luck, 100% of it. Look, Manager Ascal is passing by. I heard he was selected as the Manager of the Year by the evaluation department. You know, just his walk has this certain aura... Dang. I want to be his friend. His ears tingled from all the whispers. Doing his best to avoid the crowd, Ascal entered his office. A new framed picture had been added. The portrait, seemingly painted by a skilled artist, excessively morized and facing forward, disyed Ascal. Below it read: He had hoped the hot spring discovered in the wastnd was just a temporary phenomenon, but there was no such miracle. Rumors even had it that the springs contained traces of magic, enhancing ones health with just a single bath. As a result, it became a huge tourist attraction. Thanks to this, the stature of the evaluation department was skyrocketing, and at its center was Ascal, basking in an unprecedented poprity hed never experienced before. He was even receiving love letters. Quite a number of them, in fact. Of course, Ascal was well aware that these werent letters of pure emotion; they were from people looking for a golden opportunity to climb the socialdder. The letters, made of seemingly good quality, burned smoothly when tossed into the heater, making for good kindling. Ah, Manager Ascal. Youre here. Its my office. Isnt it natural for me to be here? Haha. I thought you might be out on business, given how busy you always are. Despite the sarcastic remark, Kaneughed it off heartily. Lately, Kane, the head of department 1, frequented Ascals office. It seemed Ascal had genuinely won over Kane favor. Had it been any other department head, they wouldve eagerly cozied up to Kane, the real power yer, but Ascal wanted to cut those ties with a dagger. What brings you here? Didnt you hear? Theres a dinner party tonight. Dinner party. At that word, the memories from a past life surged in Ascals head. That horrid culture where, after pouring alcohol into ones belly until heavily intoxicated, they would vow evesting allegiance, only to regurgitate it all beneath amppost a few hourster. This world was not much different. Do I really have to attend? Of course. Arent you the man of the hour? What exactly did I do? Kane responded incredulously. You yed a pivotal role in the revolutionary improvement of a magical stone that wouldve gone unrecognized and buried. Plus, you personally surveyed and developed the hot springs in the wastnd, making a significant contribution to the empires treasury. Was this some kind of tribute to a great person? Ascal wanted to cover his ears. And youre only ever ten minuteste. Are there any officials who are neverte? Not that I know of. I really need to get out of this godforsaken ce. Ascal made a mental note once again. However, he had an uncanny feeling hed made this resolve before. Must be imagining things. . . . What should our toast be? To the Barba Empire? Nah, a toast has toe from the heart. Oh, does it? To safely reaching retirement, getting our full pension, and living off that pension for the rest of our days! To that! The ce Ascal was forcibly dragged to was an upscale restaurant in the capital called Whales Breath. From what Ascal knew, it was among the priciest in the empire. It was unreachable for the average wage earner and even the well-to-do upper ss had to stretch to afford it. In such a posh ce, officials in their uniforms had rented out an entire floor, making a racket. And at that, Ascal was reminded of mobsters hed seen in old movies. Eat up, Ascal. When else would you get a chance to dine at Whales Breath? Theres just something else about food paid for with taxpayers money; it just tastes better. Yes, Im eating. The main head of evaluation Departments kept offering food with a friendly smile. It felt a bit oppressive, especially since he had taken the seat right next to Ascal. To make things worse, on Ascals right was Kane, the head of Department 1. He was sandwiched between two quite overwhelming individuals. It was very oppressive. From afar, envious nces were cast their way. To them, this mustve looked like the royal seats reserved for those guaranteed a bright future. Royal seats, my foot... more like a straight path to the execution block. If a rebellion were to break out, not only the royal family but high-ranking officials would be executed in sequence. Staying a low-ranking official would be more advantageous for survival. However, it was already toote for that thought. By the way, Ascal, how on earth did you discover the hot spring in the wastnd? As the alcohol began to flow, the main head of the evaluation Department asked in a serious tone, It was just good luck. Come on. Its just us here. Be honest for once. The main head exaggeratedly feigned disappointment. The scent of alcohol emanated from his slightly flushed face. Its true. I was just fortunate. No matter how much he was pressed, all he had to say was that he had been lucky. After all, that was the truth. Youre even keeping secrets in front of your superior? Tsk, disappointing, Ascal. I thought better of you. Whistling, the main head excused himself, seemingly heading to the restroom. Ascal wondered what he supposedly saw in him to say he thought better. He was so baffled that he just picked up some meat with his chopsticks and ate. At least the food was good. Without that constion, he wouldnt have been able to endure this drinking session. Interesting. Amid all this, Kane seemed to have had some realization, nodding his head thoughtfully. Whats with him? Ascal had no clue what Kane was thinking. A young man whos had a drink tends to be unpredictable. In that sense, Kanes internal evaluation of Ascal had just risen a notch due to Ascals discretion in not revealing his secret, despite the relentless questioning from the main head. All in all, it was an utterly maddening dinner. . . . The next day: Ascal found packagesid out in his office. It began with food, clothes, and flowers, but then extended to valuable knick-knacks, and even needless ornaments. From farmers, and sessful clothing store owners, to florists. A bewildered Ascal asked Kane, who happened to drop by the office, What are all these? Nothing significant, just bribes. Seems like its about time you started receiving some. Youre being recognized as an important figure now. Arent officials not supposed to ept bribes? Kanes eyes widened at Ascals words. What kind of nonsense is that? ...Nevermind. It appeared thatmon sense in this pseudo-medieval fantasynd differed slightly from the modern era. Since the bribes werent particrly useful, Ascal passed them straight to the orphanage where Eileen resided, under the pseudonym Tall Uncle. This would prove to be a good insuranceter on. By the way, now that youre a 6th-grade official, you should have an assistant. Got anyone in mind? Not really. In that case, Ill filter out somepetent people and give you a list. Hows that sound? Id appreciate that. Later that afternoon, Kane returned with a mountain of documents. Are there this many candidates? Well, youve be quite famoustely. So, theres an overwhelming number of applicants. Ive narrowed it down to the cream of the crop. Ascal reviewed the resumes of the applicants. The first was a knight who had served in the Rosemary Order. The knight wasmitted to providing 24-hour close protection, but his disposition seemed questionable. Pass. The second was a mage who had researched dark magic at the magic tower and was subsequently recruited by the empire after causing an uproar. He expressed a desire to study my brain. Is he out of his mind? Pass. Having sifted through numerous resumes, including those from renowned ountants and even offspring of nobility, Ascal felt a headacheing on. Just pick anyone. Honestly, it didnt matter to him. He wasnt nning to work much anyway. Understood. Ill take responsibility and select the perfect candidate for you. Kane seemed to take this task very seriously, clenching his fist with a sense of strong responsibility. He really didnt need to go to such lengths. A few dayster, Kane, who imed he would select a truly talented candidate, just as he said, truly ended up choosing a talented* person. Let me introduce you. This is Miss Lia. Ascal slowly lifted his head. Flowing tinum blonde hair and eyes that looked like they were embedded with aquamarine were in front of him. For a moment, Ascal felt as though he had been struck by lightning. Pleased to meet you. Im Lia. She may have concealed her identity, but Ascal knew. She was the future empress and the empires third princess, Yulia. Why on earth are you here...? [TN: Talented: The term Talented originally is a very nice wordy by the author. In typical Korean usage, refers to talent or a talented person. The twist lies in the apanying Hanja characters . this () Denotes person and () Signifies disaster or cmity. So whenbined, the Hanja interpretation of alludes to a human disaster or a disaster of a person. I just loved what the author did here .] Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Casually spinning the vending machine, a Super Super Rare ticket popped out. But the issue was that this SSR ticket was a one-way pass to hell. Initially, Lia was dismissed and Ascal had a serious discussion with Kane. After thorough consideration, regretfully, it seems she cannot join me. Thank you for dedicating your precious time to participate in this assistant recruitment. ..Whats wrong with your way of speaking? For a moment, flustered, Ascals past lifes trauma surfaced. He wiped the cold sweat with the back of his hand. In any case, you dont like Miss Lia. But think again. Miss Lia is young and talented like you. Among the numerous applicants, shes a standout talent. Kane was the type to not easily let go when he had taken a liking to someone. Of course, Lia was exceptional. If the future Swordmaster, Archmage, General, Chef, Artist, Schr, Author, Politician, and Tyrant werent considered talented, then the others might as well be crawling worms. However, since Lia was actually Princess Yulia, Ascal couldnt keep a walking time bomb by his side. Ascal cleared his throat and rebutted seriously. Isnt her identity unclear? What are you talking about? Miss Lia is the esteemed daughter of the Viscount Cinus. There are very few people who are as clear as she is.. Since she was hiding her identity as the Empires 3rd Princess, Ascal thought that might be a weakness, but it turned out she had already perfected her identity. Ascal prepared his next attack. Isnt her experiencecking? Miss Lia has been excellent, maintaining top grades in the assistant courses for a year. There are numerous testimonies to her dedication. She doesnt lose to anyone in terms of experience. No. She took assistant courses in the meantime? A genius who also puts in effort? Thats unfair. She was not an easy opponent. Ascal pondered, smacking his lips. If he continued to argue, there was a chance hed inevitably be seen as picking a needless fight. Perhaps his next attack should be hisst. He must be careful. I swore I would never use this method. But she is a woman, after all. ... Silence fell for a moment. Before being forcibly transformed into a sexist, Ascal hurriedly continued his words. Undoubtedly, physical strength is needed when performing official duties. We already have Sushia in our third department. We need someone to do the heavy lifting. What are you talking about, haha. This guy. Kane burst into a heartyugh. Cant she just use magic power? Ah. I forgot this is a fantasy world. I thought I might have to retreat if you disliked women. But if youre worried about that, its unfounded. Miss Lia is skilled in magic as well. I should have just boldly been sexist. Ascals head grew faint. In the end, Ascal, failing to build an iron wall, reluctantly decided to ept Lia as an intern assistant after a dramatic negotiation. During the probation period, I will find some way to find fault and dismiss her. Did his boss, who used to nitpick him in his previous job, feel the same? A moment of btedly understanding his feelings came. What should I do first? Do you have to ask about your work? Yulia. The future empress, who was currently disguising herself with the background of being the daughter of Viscount Cinus, was now enduring her new role as Ascals assistant. We will start with cleaning. Lia bowed her head slightly and began cleaning the office. Ascal didnt even reply and skimmed through the documents. Today, too, there were only simple tasks that would end in ten minutes. Why is the workload at this damn job so light? The cleaning is done. Already? Not long after starting the document work, Lia approached and spoke to Ascal. Surely she didnt do a quick, shoddy job because I asked her to clean? If she did, it was even better. Because he could kick her out forziness. Ascal, with fire in his eyes, checked every corner of the office. Its clean. It was amazing. She managed to clean this thoroughly in such a short time. Did the future empress also possess the talent of a cleaner? It was dangerous to underestimate an opponent. Ascal knew the pitfalls of cleaning. He moved towards the window, pressing his index finger against the frame. Look at this. Its a problem if you dont clean up even the smallest part of it. If you cant perfect something like this, how will you handle official duties... Ascals words halted when he observed his finger. No dust adhered to it. None at all. No. He couldnt give up. I can do this. Ascal, firm in resolve, rubbed the corner of the window frame once more with his finger. Finally coaxing a single speck of dust onto his finger, he spoke again. How do you intend to manage official duties? Do it again. I apologize. I will clean it again. Ill be stepping out for a moment, have it finished by the time I return. To be honest, it was ridiculous. It seemed like a tough n to oust her using work negligence as an excuse. He would have to switch tactics to office harassment. Ascal, with a n in mind, approached Sushia. Lets have a quick talk outside. The weather was beginning to cool down. Ascal took a long drag from his smoking pipe and spoke. What do you think of the new assistant? Sushia was a 9th-grade official. Technically, the assistant to the head of the Evaluation Department was treated as a 7th-grade official. Being suddenly parachuted in like this might be upsetting. ? I dont think much of it? Ah, right. That was her character. Sushia waspetent but only did what was asked and nothing more. Notzy with work, she was precisely the type suited for a long administrative career. I have a favor to ask. Harass Lia for me. Youre into that kind of thing? No. Truthfully, Im not too thrilled about her as an assistant, but I epted her for now since I can sense the gaze of the head of Department 1. Well, if its for that reason, I can help. Indeed, Sushia was reliable. The two, pretending to be on a casual stroll but also scoping out the situation, returned to Department 3. ...Did we enter the wrong office? But something was off. They were sure theyd entered the right way, yet the office seemed peculiar. It shimmered as if it were a new building freshly waxed. Wee back. Lia, with her hair tightly pulled back, responded as she finished cleaning. In less than an hour, shed entirely flipped the office. She could win a global cleaningpetition with those skills. While Ascal was at a loss for words, Sushia approached Lia. Hey. Even if it looked messy, everything was arranged in a certain order, you know. Whats up with rearranging it as you please? Well done, Sushia. Press her some more. She must never know that the one she was pressing is the future empress. Phew. No, dont do that next time. Sushia sat in her chair with exaggerated, noisy steps. An excellent non-verbal expression. Ascal hurriedly examined Liasplexion. Except for a slight darkening, there seemed to be no significant change. Pressing too hard could also be problematic. No matter how politically weak Yulia is at the moment, if she goes crazy, there will be no answer. The point was, that it was crucial to press just enough. Since Sushia seemed to know that line well, he decided to leave it entirely to her. And just like that, a week had passed. Ah? Really? She did that? Yes. She seemed lost, wandering around the government building, but when I gave her a snack, she followed me to the entrance. Wow. That must have been really cute. I wish Id seen it. Ascal, working from his chair, looked towards where Sushia was. She was talking with Lia. But there was a problem. They seemed too friendly. Sushia, what are you doing? Feeling a sense of crisis, Ascal tapped Sushias shoulder. Lets have a chat. Stepping outside, the two once again inhaled the smoke from their pipes. What happened? Didnt you say youd harass her until she left? When we talked, she seemed like a good kid. Cant we just work together? Work together, on what exactly? You and I have already booked our tickets to the afterlife. Dont you see the ferryman of death waving from afar? Swallowing such words, Ascal spoke. No. Hmm. Then it might be best if you harass her yourself, manager. A gut feeling struck him. The dynamics were subtly shifting. Go any further and hed be the one ostracized. This was why a workce full of women was tricky. Ascal took a step back. Alright, for now. Go on in. Ill head back in a bit. Okay. Sushia, with her nonchnt disposition towards honor, was indeed great, but in situations like this, problematic. Taking another puff of smoke and contemting a solution, Ascal noticed a seemingly kind middle-aged man approaching from a distance. It was Kane. Ah. Taking a break too? Good timing. I have a message for you. A message? Viscount Yorick has requested civilian assistance this time. He said he needed help with farmbor. Originally, its a task for Department 1, but he insists that you, Ascal, should definitelye. Kind of a favor, you could say. Me? To farm? Hes one of your supporters. Despite everything, isnt Viscount Yorick quite influential in central politics? Its a good opportunity to build connections. And after all, you can just order your subordinates to do the farm work, cant you? Farm work, with its heavybor, would even exhaust the most seasoned soldiers during the peak of the season. Moreover, even though the weather had cooled slightly, it was still hot during the day. Ascal intended to refuse, if possible. Wait a minute. Heavybor? A good idea struck, and Ascal smiled. Understood. Let our Department 3 handle this civilian assistance. Chapter 6: Chapter 6: The Empire had a beautiful system called Civil Support. When it was harvest season or peak times, and the citizens were busy, leading to a shortage ofbor, they could rightfully request manpower from the Empire through this system. Then, after examination, the Empire sent idle manpower from the nation for civil support. Generally, the victims of this duty were soldiers, but in this case, it was officials. The reason was simple. General Cedricined in the Council, iming that only his soldiers were being pushed to work. Our department main head stepped up, saying we would take care of what was perceived as a minor thing. And now, our departments main head asked his immediate deputy if there were any officials avable to go out for civil support. The deputy tossed this headache of a matter onto the head of Department 1. Finally, Kane, the head of Department 1, dumped the problem onto Department 3, and thus, the final victims became Department 3. Seeing your face like this is really great. Manager Ascal. Youre as handsome as Ive heard. Viscount Yorick, who appeared to be of middle to old age, stroked his white beard and shed a kindly smile. Typically, at Viscount Yoricks age, saying handsome often needed to be interpreted as looking capable rather than actually having amendable appearance. It is an honor to meet you, my lord. Ascal bowed respectfully. Stand up now. Should a valuable body, which serves the nation, bow so deeply! Viscount Yoricks mouth corners lifted in a pleasant smile. It was amon trait among the elderly to appreciate when the youth were nimble and courteous. However, today youll have to bow quite a lot. Theres an awful lot of sweet potatoes to dig up. Viscount Yorick, who handed over a hat with a long brim to shield from the sunlight, proceeded towards the sweet potato field. Department 3 followed him like ducklings trailing behind their mother. Do you engage in fieldwork yourself without employing others? Hmm? Its not particrly strenuous. I do it myself for a bit of exercise. Moreover, when I verify the quality of the food with my own eyes, cant I confidently rmend it to others? It was said that Viscount Yoricks family had been of farming origins since ancient times. Near the Empires capital, Viscount Yorick, who had been engaged in farming from generation to generation, seemed less like a noble one might typically know, and more like a benevolent farmer. However, one might see him a bit differently knowing that thends he owned were among the most fertile and expensive in the Empire. Viscount Yorick was a farmer and, simultaneously, a real estate king. Bear in mind. If you make a good impression on Viscount Yorick, your future will be secure. Ascal recalled Kanes admonition. It was advice given with some consideration for him, but that advice... actually was not very useful. Because, once Yulia became the Emperor, she would simply forcefully confiscate all of Lord Yoricks fertilends. Casually tying him to treason. The despair of Viscount Yorick, having thends he tended to all his life unjustly seized, was persuasively depicted even within the novel. Was it Lia, you said? Is this your first time doing fieldwork? I tried it a bit when I was young, following my parents. Hmm. A novice, then. Watch closely what I do. Much like dealing with a cute granddaughter, Viscount Yorick sincerely taught Lia. Indeed, true to her genius that even defies the god of talent, Lia quickly became ustomed to fieldwork after trying a few times. Youre truly diligent, Miss Lia. Have you considered marrying into our family? Hehe. I apologize. I am yet insufficient for marriage. What a pity. Eh,pared to you, myzy son is less useful than the fertilizer in the field. Hes aged enough but only fancies gambling. Perhaps your son is just experiencing a brief period of wandering. Hell return to his ce soon, wont he? Is that so? Hahaha. Watching their harmonious conversation, a scene from the novel crossed Ascals mind. Lets pretend I didnt think of that To forget what hed conjured in his mind, Ascal busily dug up sweet potatoes. Having only dealt with paperwork daily, doing physicalbor after a long while made his body scream in delight. Thud. Aarghh! He was actually screaming. Manager-nim. Are you okay? Lia, who had been working in the field, ran over. The work clothes she was wearing were smeared with dirt, and the farming tool in her hand was also covered with soil. I think Ive strained my back. A little rest should make it okay. In reality, the injury was not that serious. Ascal, who was contemting taking a break with this excuse, instinctively stepped back as Lia approached. Would you like to lie down in afortable position for a moment? Why is that? Ive learned some therapy. If its not too impolite, let me take a look. Seeing her speak so seriously, Ascaly down on a makeshift bed in the shade. Shielded from the sunlight, it seemed a bit more bearable. Wiping her hands on a clean part of her apron, Lia gently applied pressure to the lying Ascals back. Her fingertips moved delicately, locating the pained area. Ugh. Right here. Warm energy could be felt from Lias fingertips. It seemed like she had infused it with magic. Calming the startled muscles, the pain Ascal felt in his back gradually subsided. How is it now? He was able to move without any problem, and there was a noticeable improvement. Hmm. Seems like its gotten a bit better. Then, please take it easy and rest. After finishing the therapy, Lia picked up her farming tool and returned to the fieldwork. Transparent sweat droplets trickled down the back of her busy-moving neck. Viscount Yorick had given each person a basket, but while Lias basket was visibly full at a nce, Ascal had barely three or four sweet potatoes in his. Damn it. Viscount Yorick. ying such a cunning move? Itd be troublesome if he mocked Ascal for the number of sweet potatoes when the fieldwork was der on. To think I picked this tool. Ascal went to his backpack. Then he took out the gardening hoe, a secret weapon potentially ahead of its time. It was a luxury item, custom-made by paying a good sum to the cksmith, intended to be sold off once he managed to escape the empire. Just as he was about to use the hoe... Ah, I cant do this. Sushias voice was heard. I dont even know why Im doing this, its not even my field. Why do I have to do this under the scorching sun? Sushia, who had been sucking honey* in the office, seemed to not ept thisbor intensity at all. Sushia. Where are you going? Im quitting this job. Im going home. And so, Sushia left the sweet potato field. Is that allowed? Isnt she afraid of the hounds? Anyway, a departed person was gone, and Ascal began digging up sweet potatoes with the hoe. Every time the end of the hoe touched the soft soil and dug in with a sharp sound, it felt satisfying. With this, I can turn things around! If its me. As he immersed himself in the fieldwork, time flew by swiftly. By sunset, the basket was filled with sweet potatoes. The moment Ascal felt assured that he wouldnt lose out evenpared to Lia, he sought her out. . . . . The wind blew. Above the sweet potato field, fluttering tinum blonde hair captivated the eyes. Thest remaining sunlight before the clouds enveloped the sky shone upon the princesss face for one final moment and then passed by. What could she be thinking? Born into noble birthright as a princess, shunned and scorned by her blood rtives, and fallen to this point. Silently digging out sweet potatoes, looking at the mud-caked wrinkles of her hands, what might she have felt? Ascal approached Lia without a word. Sensing his presence, Lia turned around. Manager-nim. And then, Lia smiled broadly. Look at this. The sweet potato is so big. Lia held up a sweet potato that wasrger than her own face. That sweet potato seemed more valuable than any she had dug up. Shall we secretly eat this sweet potato? It was a yful whisper. Wouldnt be a bad idea. . . . . The day waned. Everyone has worked hard today. Viscount Yorick spoke as if he was truly moved. To be honest, it was a mere whim of an old man feeling lonely on his own. I express gratitude for you all joining in. Im sincere. Having official like you gives me confidence that the future of the empire is not entirely bleak. With that, Viscount Yoricks expression suddenly turned serious. As a loyal servant of the empire and of the lineage of the first guardians, I, Yorick Tesron, pledge to uphold a single favor for Ascal Debrue, whatever the difficulty may be. This vow will be kept in the name of my ancestors. My Lord? Ascal was taken aback by Viscount Yoricks words. These days, the empire is filled with nothing but rotten ones. Theyrezy and excessively greedy, you know? Ascal, since youvee here, you haventined even once. And that, to a farmer, is enough to earn my trust. Viscount Yorick sped Ascals hands with both of his. It may be a bit premature to say this, but please, protect the empire. The empire needs you. ...... Ascal couldnt readily respond with an agreement. Instead, he licked his lips. After leaving the territory, He could not remember what he had responded with. . . . . Todays snack is sweet potato. But it was sweet potato yesterday. And the day before. There are still some sweet potatoes left that we received from the Viscount Yorick. Well make a braised dish tomorrow, so please eat them all. Waste is taboo. Ascal seemed to scoff at the sweet potato, as if growing tired of it. Even the most delicious sweet potato could be wearying when eaten every day. Cough, cough. Ascal choked, iling his hand. Please, have some water. Only after drinking the water Lia provided did Ascal regain hisposure. Then, the office door opened. Didnt you say you were quitting? Upon reflection, it seems theres no better job than this one here. Im sorry, but would you ept me back as a colleague once again? Sushia smiled awkwardly. Alright. But first, go clean the bathroom. ...Understood. Sushia exited the office, with her cheeks puffing in mild frustration. Lia let out a subtle smile. [TN: Sucking honey: It''s a korean expression meaning he/she had it easy ] Chapter 7: Chapter 7: ----- Your current performance evaluation is an A. And With this, you are very likely to be promoted to 5th-grade official in the future. The Empiremends your recent excellent performance. We hope you continue to illuminate our realm. - For Ascal Debrue ----- Crumpling the performance notice and tossing it into the trash, Ascal was in deep thought. These days, nothing seemed to go right. It was as if destiny itself was coercively urging him to devote his life to the Empire. However, rebelling against fate was the true path that a human should pursue. Even if he stumbled and fell, he was determined to spectacrly mess things up, get fired from his administrative position. Then, in the warm southwest of the Kelli Kingdom, hed strike it rich with a chicken skewer shop and enjoy a leisurely retirement. Today, you have two tasks to handle. Lia handed the documents to Ascal, who had just finished his morning motivation routine. This was the first real work in quite some time. Ascal skimmed through the papers with the desperation of a starving dog licking a bowl. The first is a dispute over an emptynd in the shopping district, and the second involves an illegal street stall run by a witch. Cant we just remove the illegal stall? It seems they fear being cursed by the witch. That''s why the matter has even been passed to us. What is this...? Listening to Lias exnation, Ascal nced at the documents and quickly grasped the gist of the content. The Imperial market district was always bustling, a tempting spot for merchants to set up shop. But space was perennially scarce. So, when a vacant lot became avable, three bidders jumped at the opportunity. 1. A renowned pastry chef, hoping to open a trendy dessert shop. 2. A rancher managing a vast pasture, desiring to establish a butchers shop, providing meat directly from his herd. 3. A chef from the countryside, whose dream is to run a small restaurant. Not sure if this will aid your decision, but both the pastry chef and rancher have sent gifts. They hope you will view them favorably. Send them back. Understood. Lia, without a word, took the bribes away. Up until now, any bribes received were consistently passed on to Eileens orphanage, but epting them in this case would be tricky. After all, the third chef was going to be chosen anyway. The countryside chef, Hanson. A person Ascal remembered. For a while, Hanson scrambled around the market district, grabbing at opportunities and engaging in menialbor. Eventually, after several years and ruing some debt, he opened a small shop. And the shop bes a hit. Renowned among food enthusiasts, Hansons ce even confidently listed itself on the must-visit restaurant list for anyone in the Empire. It was a significant sess. I should definitely choose Hanson. But there was a twist. At some point, people in the Empire began falling ill. And they all had one thing inmon, they all dined at Hansons ce. In fact, Hanson had been sprinkling magic stone dust, greatly enhancing the addictive quality of his food. In turn, diners umted the impure magical dust in their bodies, eventually developing illnesses. For that crime, Hanson was executed, and the market district nearly copsed. The magic stone dust poisoning incident became a scandal of considerable scale, dominating the citizens discourse for a good while. Moreover, a scandal of this magnitude had the potential to entirely overturn current evaluation department. And with a bit of luck, it could even result in being kicked out of the management. Keeping in mind the potential for it to blow up even further, preparations had been made, even practicing expressing outrage and wailing over the injustice of it all. The preparation was wless. Ascal spoke to Lia, who had returned after sending back the bribes. Grant the permit to the countryside chef. Understood. Even though it was an unexpected choice, Lia followed without offering any further opinions. Honestly, Lia was extremely proficient as an assistant. Whenever something was needed, she had it ready, and when a break was desired, she brought snacks and coffee. It was almost puzzling how someone like her could darken into a tyrant, causing the downfall of the empire. Well, its none of my concern. Ascal stretched out, leaning backfortably in his chair. It was a legitimate time for a nap. Rxing and letting his body unwind, sleep gently approached. The Empire needs you. At that moment, the words of Viscount Yorick echoed in Ascals head. I apologize, Viscount Yorick. Well, its not like I promised anything. I have to make a living too, dont I? It seemed like, after a long time, he would be able to enjoy a pleasant nap. . . . . As expected, Hansons restaurant was a hit. Dishes that reinterpreted food from other regions sessfully captured the needs of the citizens, and customers poured in faster than anticipated through word of mouth. It even reached a point where, unless one made a reservation a week in advance, it was impossible to get a meal at the restaurant. I also want to try eating at The Hanson again. The reservations are fully booked for the entire month this time... Considering that you, manager-nim granted permission, could you possibly ask? That would be an illicit solicitation. Thats so mean. Sushia grumbled as she organized the documents. But on second thought, trying a meal at The Hanson didnt seem like a bad idea. By now, the side effects of the magic stone dust should be starting to show. Ascal wanted to check if the n was progressing well. If you want to try it that much, Ill ask. As expected from the Empires sleeping dragon, my light, the hope of Department 3, Manager Ascal-nim. I knew I could count on you. Although the ttery was excessively over the top to the point of absurdity, Ascal let it slide and sent a letter to Hansons restaurant. The reply came quickly. ...Its a bit much. Did he think about it to this extent? Regardless, Ascal stood up from his seat and spoke to the employees of Department 3. Anyone who wants to have apany dinner at The Hanson after work today, raise your hand if youre participating. It was unanimous. Even Lia shyly raised her hand. Ascal stared intently at her. Lia averted her gaze. I want to try it too. Alright. It seemed that even the future tyrant couldnt make sidements when it came to delicious food. . . . The Hanson. Living up to a restaurant that bore the chef and owners own name, it boasted a unique ambiance even without having tasted the food yet. Thoughtfully arranged to consider customer flow, with an interior that was neither too much nor too little. It wasnt without reason that it was temporarily touted as the most sought-after restaurant in the empire in the future. Ascal-nim. Ive always wanted to meet you in person. I have not forgotten the favor of recognizing this nameless country bumpkin. Upon entering the restaurant, Hanson, the owner, warmly weed Ascal and his party. Its all thanks to the owners excellent skills. I just did what I had to do. No, no. When I checkedter, those two offered expensive bribes, and I alone applied empty-handed. Thinking about it retrospectively, how foolish I was... Im grateful to be able to repay the favor now. Hanson carefully took a small bundle out of his pocket. For a moment, an unusual glint of gold shone between the gaps of the weighty bundles opening. I just ept the sentiment. Ascal had a firm standard when it came to epting bribes. Hed ept without a second thought if it was essentials or food gifts, but money was likely to cause trouble. sob Then, Hanson suddenly sat down on the spot and began to shed tears. Is he taking it this hard just because I didnt ept the bribe? Ascal was taken aback. Ive been cooking all my life. But running a restaurant, its not always about being good at cooking that ensures sess. Ive been scammed tremendously over the years. Ive also harbored much resentment toward a world that couldnt recognize me. Hanson began to spill his lifes trials and tribtions. You, Ascal-nim, are the only one who has truly recognized me thus far. If you ask me to hand over the restaurant, I will. Will you really hand it over? sob ...Actually, that would be difficult. Tsk. He shouldnt have said it in the first ce. A slightly awkward Hanson guided Department 3 to the most expensive special room on the second floor. Of course, I will not ept payment for the food. Please enjoy our restaurant at ease. Hanson spoke with confidence. It seemed like the pride of a chef was shining through. Wow. Connections really are the best. Ill have to brag to the otherster. Sushia scanned the special room with an impressed mutter. If cameras existed in this world, she seemed ready to snap dozens of photos. Conversely, Lia quietly pulled out a chair from the dining table, signaling for Ascal to sit. Take notes. Hmph. Im not the assistant to the manager-nim, you know. Secretly cing Sushia at the top of the mentalyoff list, Ascal took his seat. Now was the time to focus. To see if the food woulde out mixed with magic stone dust or not. Even if he couldnt differentiate it, Lia, who was sensitive to magic, should be able to. Soon, the appetizer was served. Without even suggesting that her superior try it first, Sushia disrespectfully began to eat the appetizer. This is really delicious, manager-nim. You should try it too huh? Sushia stopped speaking as if something was odd, and then began to cough violently. Aghack! What she spat out was a viscous ck blood. Chapter 8: Chapter 8: I think Im dying. Sushia, spitting out viscous ck blood, wore a faint expression. Theres so much I havent done yet... I need to visit the new dessert shop in the shopping district, and I want to travel to the Kelli Kingdom, and I wanted to have a group meeting with the judiciary... Calm down, Sushia. I always wanted to get married to a handsome man and live in a mansion with a garden and a pond, and maybe keep a couple of dogs. Sushia. But now, all these dreams will remain unfulfilled, wont they. Life is like a bubble, only a fleeting moment can make us eternal... Ascal tapped Sushias forehead with the back of his hand. Ouch! Youre perfectly fine right now. ...Am I? Sushia wiped the ck blood smeared around her mouth. When she vomited blood, Ascal had thought he might need to take her to a doctor immediately. However, as time went on, Sushiasplexion started to improve, actually regaining a healthy color. Oh. I apologize. I wasnt considerate enough. Then, Hanson, serving the main dish himself, wiped the spilled ck blood off the floor with a wet cloth. Todays special is Yakseon*. Its specially prepared to assist your mind and body, likely fatigued from dealing with national affairs. Hanson continued. It seems like thedy has been having some respiratory issues. How are you feeling now? Sushia, who had been listening nkly, cleared her throat with a cough. ...Huh? I sang all night yesterday, so my throat was in bad shape. But now, I think could sing about ten songs my throats in pretty good condition. Im d to hear that. It seems like the dish worked well for you. Hanson cleared away the empty appetizer tes and served the main course. Its amb dish. The outside is crisply cooked, while the inside has been made tender in the oven. Its topped with homemade apple sauce, for an unburdened taste. They say a great dish delights starting from the eyes. Various herbs and spices gracefully adorned themb meat. The perfectly browned, crispy skin seemed like it would reveal moist juice and a tender meaty vor at the first bite. Having skipped lunch, he almost instinctively picked up his fork to take a bite, but Ascal once again remembered why they were here. I need to check for magic stone poison. Ascal assessed Lia with a superficial nce. Indeed, upon seeing the dish, something seemed amiss in Lias gaze, it held a peculiar glint. Lia is sensitive to magic. She must have noticed the Magic Stone Powder sprinkled on the food. In reality, a small amount of Magic Stone Powder wasnt a major health concern. It was when it umted that major issues urred. So, he thought an appetizers worth would be alright, but symptoms appeared in Sushia the moment she tasted the dish. What deviated from expectations was not that Sushias condition worsened after eating the appetizer, but rather improved. A temporary recovery? It might be akin to a drug. It temporarily numbs the pain and restores vitality but wrecks the body in the long run. Symptoms appeared so suddenly either because Sushias condition was already quite poor, or Hanson used an excessive amount of Magic Stone Powder this time. Or it could be both. Just as Ascal, having pieced it together, was about to press Hanson You used Magic Stone Powder in the food. ...You noticed? Lia beat him to it. Hansons expression hardened. Ascal sensed a shift in the atmosphere within the restaurant. That''s it, Hanson. He had thoroughly arranged for personnel to wait outside in advance. This was also absolutely necessary for his own protection. Even if entwined in a joint responsibility, if he arrested Hanson himself, his punishment would be lighter. Ascal, tensed, awaited Hansons move. It was a hair-trigger situation. A quantity like this must have been quite pricey, are you alright with that? It was a bit of a burden, but what is too much for a benefactor. ...Hmm? But the atmosphere was peculiar. Lia, well-versed in Magic, did not interrogate Hanson further, and Hanson, seemingly embarrassed, rubbed the back of his neck. What was going on here? Ascal was taken aback but maintained a calm tone as he spoke. I dont understand. Doesnt Magic Stone Powder umte in the human body, leading to addiction? It would cause seriousplicationster on. And upon examining Lias face, it held an expression that seemed to ask what he was saying. It was like the face one might make when seeing someone throw stones at a person who did a good deed. If you use cheap Magic Stone Powder, thats what happens. After a moment of silence, Hanson sighed. Then, he spoke self-deprecatingly. In truth, back in the day when I wasnt recognized, I did harbor wicked thoughts. Thoughts of deceiving peoples eyes with dishes using cheap, inferior Magic Stone. Hanson clenched his fist tightly. However! With the improvement of Magic Stone in the Empire, good-quality Stone Powder began to be mass-produced, so theres no need to do such things anymore. Now anyone can use good-quality Magic Stone Powder at a cheap price. Wait a minute. Improvement of Magic Stone? Thats the thing I did. Ascal lost his words at the term that unexpectedly popped up. Moreover, the benefactor recognized my value; how could I possibly engage in such petty tricks now? I can now incinerate this body to embody my culinary philosophy. All of this is thanks to my benefactor, to you, Ascal-nim. This wasnt right. Why was everything going wrong? No. Really. Ah... Its just a coincidence. Youre even humble, Ascal-nim. Please visit our restaurant anytime. I will not ept money from you for a lifetime. No, how dare I even ept it! Watching Hanson, even shedding tears, Ascal thought he had been such a passionate person. Then, please enjoy your meal. It felt like a storm had just passed through. Ascal, soulless, picked up meat with his fork. Its delicious... Thanks to the Magic Stone Powder cuisine, his back, always stiff from always doing administrative work, felt better. Ascal looked towards Lia. Lia, originally having a healthy body, seemed to have no change. Todays gain: Just came, enjoyed a delicious meal, and left. . . . Strike while the iron is hot, Ascal, having confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Hansons shop, decided to deal with the illegal stall of the witch in one go. Trying to escape, imed overtime work, Sushia was just barely kept by promising to buy a high-end Montnc as a deal When Ascal opened the shabby tent door, an elderly woman with deep wrinkles shed a sinister smile. Hehehe... Ive been waiting for you, noble sir. Ascal hadnt liked fortellers since long ago. In his previous life, after having his fortune told, he heard some crap about dying young. Moreover, the witch seemed to have severe hygiene issues. Touching cards with fingers, marred by fungus, looked distinctly unsanitary. Heres the official document. It bears the seal of the executive branch, so check to see theres nothing amiss, and from today, this illegal stall will be dismantled. Do not hasten so, noble sir. Mying here was to meet you. How about having your fortune told, just once? Whats the point? Ascal frowned. I dont believe in superstitions. Im curious though. Can I have mine told instead? Sushia stepped forward. Ascal recalled that a few days ago, Sushia came with a rosary wrapped around her wrist. Sushia was the type to enjoy superstitions. But wasnt the administration of this country toox, even when conducting official business? Dont be foolish, woman. But fine. Ill allow your fortune to be told out of respect for the noble sir. Huh? Contrary to when she looked at Ascal, the witchs face turned stern in a blink. In the interval when Sushia was startled by the flip-of-a-hand change in demeanor, the witch began to tell the fortune. Shuffling the cards, andying them out, the witch spoke. Its the fortune of betrayal. Noble sir, do not trust this woman too much. ...Thats it? Shes really crazy. Manger-nim, lets dismantle this right away? She might surprisingly have some credibility. Manger-nim? Ascal nodded his head. Have a look at my fortune as well. Of course. Pleasee closer. The witch, who also told this fortune, raised her voice as if a miner discovering a diamond in a mine. Ohhhhhhhh! The energy of the heavenly messenger is so pure! Noble sir, allow me to verify further. Without asking for permission, the witch palpated Ascals palm with her wrinkly, aged hand. Ascal scowled. Read my fortune, too. Lia took a step forward. The witch lifted her head to the firm voice. Well, there seems to be another possessor of unusual energy here. Lets see. But this time, Ill read the fortune in a slightly different way. The witch spoke in a serious tone. ce your hand on the crystal ball. Liaid her hand on the crystal ball. Oh... oh... This is the blood of a dragon, so noble... This too is..." The witch, muttering something to herself and intensely gazing at the crystal ball, Kyaaaaaaaaaah! Suddenly screaming, the lower half of the witch heated up. The witch, who wet herself refreshingly, swiftly crawled on all fours and fled the tent. ...What on earth happened? Lia, removing her hand from the crystal ball, wiped her hand with a handkerchief, as if she touched something filthy. Witches often perform strange actions. They are a kind beyondmon understanding. Is that so? Now that the witch has left, it should be easier to dismantle this ce. Lia adeptly instructed theboring servants to dismantle the tent. What should we do with the items left behind by the witch? Either burn them or confiscate them. Its at your discretion, Manger-nim. Among other things, the crystal ball seemed quite enticing. A witch carries only one crystal ball in her lifetime. A witchs crystal ball, endowed with magic, was sold at a high price even on the ck market. Lets omit this from the report. Ascal embezzled the witchs crystal ball! [ TN: Yakseon: It literally meaning ''food that is (as good as) medicine''. ] Chapter 9: Chapter 9: - Head of Department 1: Kane - Head of Department 2: Devon - Head of Department 3: Ascal - Head of Department 4: Herbert Devon had been on edgetely. He was an elite, born as the third son of a count, educated by private tutors from a young age, and raised to be an imperial official. When he became the youngest head of Department 2, Devon had no doubt that he was on the path to sess. That was until a guy who flew through the skies, or like teleporting, appeared, running along a parallel path to sess. Ascal Debrue. Even when he first appeared, Ascal, who had no presence, suddenly posted incredible results one after the other and was rapidly promoted to department head. He surpassed Devons records at a remarkable speed. From that point on, Devon started to take note of Ascal. Its all just luck. To Devon, who wed his way here through sheer, bone-grinding effort, epting Ascal was impossible. Lately, seeing him hailed as the Empires sleeping dragon was enough to churn his stomach. However, even if Devon put his own assessments aside, the surrounding evaluations of Ascal pierced the heavens. The term of the current main head of the Evaluation Department wontst much longer. The next head wad likely to be Kane, head of Department 1. But what about after that? Not long ago, Devon could confidently say it would be him, but now he couldnt be sure. I need a n. Devon sat in his office, deep in thought. Soon, the Empire would host an antique auction. The auction, held once a year, initially started as a simple bazaar but grew into an unbelievable scale as the years went by. Nowadays, antiques that were simply rotting inside the house were exhibited, as well as hidden relics worth more than a mansion if one look at their value. The current antique auction was a global festival, where shrewd auction-goers aiming for a jackpot and swindlers trying to fleece them gather from all corners. This could turn things around. Having a discerning eye was the most critical virtue for an official in the Evaluation Department. Hence, as a kind of tradition, officials often tested their abilities at the antique festival. And what if, during that antique festival, Devon managed to outsmart Ascal? The evaluations would reverse, and Devon would regain his rightful ce. Wait for it. Ascal Debrue. . . . . Why should I go to the antique festival? The man with ck hair spoke with seeming indifference. Even while his fingers flicked through the report, a kind of aura was palpable. Devon swallowed hard. But he must not be overwhelmed here. Dont you want to prove your abilities as an official of the Evaluation Department? So, participation isnt mandatory, is it? Do I have apelling reason to participate in the antique festival? Devon was flustered. He didnt expect Ascal to refuse. Moreover, his point was valid. It was difficult to find a rebuttal. Heres your coffee. Lia brought coffee to Devon. Thank you. He took a sip of the coffee. The rich and profound vor of the coffee was of such high quality that it could be believed to be brewed by a professional barista. Devon envied Ascal. Having the privilege to drink such coffee every day was pure luck. If he had a secretary like Lia, his efficiency would surely increase. What should I do... How can I beat him? While grappling with his thoughts, Devon spoke impulsively. Lets make a bet. If I win, I will take Miss Lia to my department. If you win, you can take anyone from my department. After saying this, Devon felt regret. There was no way Ascal would ept such a ridiculous proposal. Sounds good. ''?'' . . . . The Antique Auction, It was a festival where people from all over the world gathered, bustling and noisy. Ascal didnt particrly like this atmosphere, which was why he rejected Devons proposal, but... Sending Lia legally to Department 2? Devon brought forth an irresistible offer. Im so grateful. In the context of a game of Catch the Thief*, it was as if he voluntarily took the thief card for himself. Come,e. Delicious chicken skewers, only 3 coppers each! Its practically free! Free! Put money down and win money! Guess which of the three cups has money under it and get double back! The Antique Festival drew the crowd. Naturally, peddlers swarm in, and street stalls became inevitable. Strictly speaking, they were subject to crackdowns, but there was an unspoken understanding to turn a blind eye during the festival. Are you sure youre okay with epting the bet? Theres someone I really want to recruit into Department 2. In response to Lias question, Ascal, struggling to conceal his perturbation, made an excuse. He had essentially agreed to sell her out in front of her. Even if his own life was on the line, he felt a pang of guilt. Do you like chicken skewers? I dont know, Ive never tried them. Then again, it was imusible that the empires princess had ever tried street food like chicken skewers. However, to energetically explore the festival hereafter, she needed to be somewhat satiated. Ascal bought two chicken skewers and handed one to Lia. Try it. Its quite good. The chicken skewer, smeared with sauce, seemed quite skillfully grilled and ptable. Lia watched Ascal eat his skewer and then cautiously bit into the end of hers. The sweetly sauced chicken was chewy and tender. ...Its delicious. Im d to hear that. Having finished his chicken skewer, Ascal sorted his thoughts. The bet with Devon was straightforward: who could select the more valuable antique? The judgment would be referred to a professional appraiser in the empire to ensure fairness. Of course, Ascal had no intention of seriously selecting an antique. He nned to casually while away the time until the festival ended, then choose any old antique and ept defeat. This is my first time at a festival like this. Lia, who rarely revealed her own thoughts, spoke. Her blue eyes, curiously observing the festival, contained a trace of excitement. Yes. Since itse to this, lets at least make her happy for the duration of the festival. Ascal decided to escort Lia to the best of his ability. Dart throwing, A perfect score! Miss, youre truly remarkable! Damn! The coin was really in my sleeve. Your perception is impressive. Candy Making, This is the first time Ive seen such pretty candy in ten years. Lia, with her innate talent, turned every shop she visited into chaos. By the afternoon, it had already been rumored, and she was barred entry to such an extent that there were no more enjoyable spots left. Shall we take a break? That sounds good. But still, Lia, perhaps having enjoyed enough, sat on a bench with a faint smile, hugging therge bear she won as a prize. To slowly start winning bets, shouldnt we select antiques? Im carefully selecting. To tell the truth, Ascal was thinking of casually choosing something before the festival ended. The antique rankings given by professional appraisers ranged from F to S. Devon was someone who was fairly capable, even among the managers. He might be able to choose antiques of B or A rank. And naturally, the antique Ascal was targeting for a definite loss was of F rank. Hmm. Young one. You have quite the eye. Ascal, who entered a dim alley, perused antiques at a shabby stall. Goods spread on the mat on the floor were undesirable antiques, like an old jar, a sword without sharpness, voodoo dolls, etc. Among them, Ascal chose the sword without sharpness. 3 silver. Thats expensive, lets do 2 silver. 2 silver 50 copper. Well, then Ill buy elsewhere. Young friend, youre quite greedy. Tsk. Take it for 2 silver. The negotiation of price was spirited. The nuance that he truly wont buy if the price wasnt lowered was important. A skilled merchant reads this nuance well. But Ascal was invincible in the negotiation because he genuinely had no intention of buying without a discount. ......Is that really a valuable antique? Lia wore a worried expression. Trust me. You should trust. From now on, you have to trust people in Department 2. . . . . The three-day festival concluded. The day faded away. Those who obtained valuable antiques returned to their hometowns with smiles all over their faces, while those who spent a fortune and were swindled by scammers were dragged away by security, shouting at the top of their lungs. The hotter the fervor, the greater the emptiness that follows its conclusion. So, the antique you chose is that old sword? Yes. The item Devon chose was parchment. He confidently spoke as he pulled out the parchment inscribed with unrecognizable characters. Its a record written in ancient script. It has immeasurable historical value. Seems like Ive won this bet. Hmm. Well know once its appraised. Ascal, who was eagerly waiting to quickly had it appraised and to confirm Devons victory, was anxious. The two sent the antiques to the royal exclusive appraiser. Being an appraiser of countable skill, it was unlikely they would make a mistake in their appraisal. And a week passed, the result came out. [ Parchment of the Ancient Empire - B Rank The Lost Sword of the First Emperor of the Barba Empire - Value: Incalcble (EX) ] The empire was in an uproar. This is the royal sword that was lost generations ago, handed down through the empires lineage... How in the world! The shocked appraiser, having thoroughly verified its authenticity, sent their heartfelt thanks, along with the certification, for returning the sword. Naturally, the sword Ascal found was returned to the royal family. And, unexpectedly, a meeting with the emperor was arranged as a reward. ...At this point, I kind of want to die. Ascal drew on his pipe and gazed at the night sky. The smoke was unusually bitter. I have no choice but to admit defeat. Manger Ascal, choose whom you will take from Department 2... You. What are you talking about? Youreing. I cant die alone. Lets die together, you rascal. No, logically, that makes no sense. Lets ask the main head. Having returned the royal familys sword, Ascal had temporarily acquired the authority to push through any absurdity. Of course, the main head approved. Wee to Department 3, Devon. - Head of Department 1: Kane - Head of Department 2: ( ) - Head of Department 3: Ascal - Head of Department 4: Herbert And so, Department 2 became a division without a head. [TN: Catch the Thief: It''s a Korean game where the yer with the thief card looses the game. ] Chapter 10: Chapter 10: I really dont want to go there in such a disgraceful manner... As morning arrived, Ascals eyes opened reflexively. But he didnt want to get up today, of all days. He wished to forever be one with his bed. Because, He happened to obtain the treasured sword of the Barba Empire at an antique auction, which consequently led him to be granted an audience with the Emperor. An audience with the Emperor. Just thinking of that phrase made his body stiffen with tension. Although the current Emperor of the Empire was rumored to be decrepit, his power remained formidable. Even the most sessful officials could be dismissed with a single gesture of the Emperor. In one word, he was a supreme being. Therefore, Ascal carefully checked his attire, attentive to his surroundings. A single mistake in his clothing, even just one button, could escte into an unforeseen situation. Ascal, burdened with emotion, internalized his feelings and reluctantly groomed his hair as slowly as possible. But even that eventually reached its limit. I really dont want to go. He wished earnestly for a downpour so that the audience might be canceled. Was there anyone more reluctant to go to work than he was right now? . . . . There were... Why are they acting this way? Upon arriving at Department 3s office, Ascal was taken aback by the more somber atmosphere than usual. Ah, I wish I were a sea cucumber and just rest all day. Sushia who almost seemed like a slow snail, sluggishly dragging herself, hinting at some mischief from the previous night. Well, Sushia always acted this way, so that was not too surprising, but the others werent their usual selves either. I want be a tree. Devon, who had lost a bet and got demoted from being the Head of Department 2 to just a staff member in Department 3, was sitting on a rocking chair, staring nkly at the ceiling. He seemed deeply traumatized. Alright, lets chalk it up to these two being...well... But then, There was something off about Lia too. Rather than her overall demeanor, it was her attire that seemed odd. She wore an eye patch on one eye, as if like a character from a light novel*. Ascal stared intently at Lia. Feeling his gaze, Lia responded. Ive got an eye infection. Im sorry, but I dont think I can apany you to the audience with His Majesty the Emperor. If I were to spread the infection, it would be a disaster. At those words, an intuition struck Ascal. Lia was lying. She wasnt suffering from an eye infection; she just didnt want to see her father, the emperor. Whether it was to hide her true identity which might bring her disgrace or simply because she disliked her father, It irked Ascal a bit. If she didnt want to go, she could have just been upfront about it. Why lie about an eye infection? The great Yulia? Ascal decided to tease Lia a bit. That sounds worrisome. Let me have a look. Would you take off the eye patch? I cant. What if you catch the infection? It would be disastrous. Just looking wont spread it easily. Just take it off for a moment. Its risky. After some back-and-forth, Ascal yed his trump card. Or is there perhaps another reason you cant take it off? After a moments hesitation, Lia ultimately sighed and dered her surrender. Alright. Please step back a bit. Lia removed her eye patch. True to her words, her right eye was vividly red. It seemed that her im of having an eye infection was not a lie. Wait a minute. Ascal took a step closer. Manger-nim? A memory from his previous life shed in his mind. When he didnt want to go to school, he often feigned illness. By rubbing one eye with the back of his hand, he could make it red, pretending to have an eye infection. And the color of that eye, and Lias eye, were exactly the same. Take care of yourself. However, Ascal didnt press further. Provoking a rat driven into a corner was disgraceful. After all, Lia wasnt strictly necessary for this audience with the emperor. Besides, if her true identity was revealed, it wouldnt just be troublesome for Lia. Pandoras Box had to remain closed for now. Well then... I need a temporary assistant to apany me. Ascal looked around the office. The rest were either on business trips orcked experience. Ultimately, suitable candidates were limited. Ascal looked at Devon. Having grown up in a renowned count family and being well-versed in the etiquettes of the upper ss, plus with ample professional experience, Devon was a suitable candidate to serve as a temporary assistant. Devon, who had been swaying in the rocking chair, stopped. So, you do need my help after all? I cant deny assistance if you ask for it. Sushia. Come along too. Sushia, who had been sprawled across the desk, stirred. ......me? Yes. You still have the sin of escaping from the sweet potato field, dont you? Youre mean. Ill be a cabbage*. Sushia abruptly stood up at the horrendous joke. Having quickly readied herself, Sushia spoke coldly. Ill follow, but please never make such a joke again. Understood. Ascal was slightly hurt. . . . . There was a carriage. Sushias eyes widened as she came outside when it was time for their appointment. Wow, this is indeed a royal carriage. No joke at all. From its size, just the decorations alone seem like it might be worth an entire house...... If Ascalpare it to his previous life, the carriage upied a position simr to a car. So, Sushias admiration now was akin to admiring an expensive car. Are you Ascal Debrue? The coachman, dressed in traditional attire, bowed his head. The two followed the coachman into the carriage. The seats are incredibly plush. Indeed, they are. Manager-nim, when you get promoted to Rank 5, the Empire gives you a carriage, doesnt it? It looks like youll reach Rank 5 soon. Im jealous. One cantpare it to the royal carriages though. From across where the two were chatting, a presence was felt. Ahem. A middle-aged man with a mustache. It was familiar face. ......Main head, I mean Director-nim? What brings you here? Of course, I have to apany you, when you, my subordinate is being awarded, dont I? The merit of my subordinate is also my merit. So, he came to reap the rewards. In a way, it was the utmost typical mindset of an imperial official. I see. Ascal tried hard to respond calmly. Because if he didnt, he felt like he might burst intoughter. Take the credit on my behalf? Thats the best news Ive heard. His internal evaluation of the main head slightly increased. You. Youve been getting too cocky these days. Yes? Ive given you so many conveniences, and you didnt even send a single gift. This is why young people these days are a problem. Even in my time...... Comfortably riding with the royal coachman was what Ascal had in mind, but then the main head began to nag. His freshly elevated opinion plummeted instantly. Ascal asionally nodded, feigning attention to the lecture. About thirty minutester, the main head, seemingly satisfied, changed the topic. By the way, Sushia, have you ever considered bing my assistant? The conditions would be much better than working in Department 3. Um... No thanks. It was an immediate refusal. What, why is that? Well, Director-nim. Its just that being around you stinks. Should I say its your middle-aged man smell, and I dont like your mustache either. Sushias sharp words left the main head speechless, perhaps shocked. This was possible because Sushia had a powerful background as the daughter of the duke. Even when berated, the main head, whose support was quite thin, couldnt make a peep. Sushia. Nice. Thanks to her, the carriage grew quiet, and Ascal was able tofortably arrive at the royal pce. The royal pce was undeniably immense at first sight. Despite talks of the empire being unstable, its durability was something not to be taken lightly due to the formidable resources it had umted. And the royal pce was one of them. Are you Lord Ascal Debrue? Weve been waiting for you. And who is this? This is Sushia Senestia, who came as an attendant. Ah, the youngdy of the Senestia Dukes family. Wee. The stern-faced royal guard bowed. The name of the Senestia Dukes family held weight even in the royal family. And the main head of the evaluation department, the Director Charis. Oh... Director Caris is not on todays invitation list. Hes our boss, can you just let him in? It shouldnt be a big problem. Usually, by the time one became a Director, they tend to hold quite a bit of power, but the evaluation department, being in a weaker position, didnt get treated very well. If it were a more powerful department like the Magic Department or the Enforcement Department, it would have been a free pass. Then please follow me to the reception room. If high-status individuals had a privilege, it was that they could make lower-status individuals wait as long as they wanted. Regardless of the era, subordinates were always left waiting. This was no exception in the royal pce. When will we be able to see His Majesty the Emperor... He is in an important meeting. You will be able to see him soon. This was the third time Ascal was hearing this. They had alreadypleted the mandatory checks like identity and outfit inspections a while ago. Only after Sushia had half-emptied the snacks in the reception room did the approvale through. Please, follow me. Ascal checked his attire onest time before facing the Emperor. Therge door opened, revealing the jade throne. And there was the Emperor. The eldest son of the Baron Debrue... I thought you would be a military officer, but bing an administrator, the world is indeed unpredictable. A voiceden with metallic harshness. A health state that couldnt even stand without assistance. Yet, those piercing eyes, bursting with veins, were intently staring down at Ascal. Kamalon Barba. He was the cancer that ruined the empire. [TN: Light Novel: So, what I found after some research is that its a reference to a character named Rikka Takanashi from the light novel Love, Chunibyo & Other Delusions. And originally it was referred here withck Dragon on Hand meme reference, which is a popr Korean meme from the anime of the same light novel in Korea. Ill be a cabbage: Its like a fun wordy. Someone says , which kinda means Youre mean but if you break it down to + , it turns into You be a radish ( means radish). So just forughs and to keep the joke rolling, the response is , meaning Ill be a cabbage, since cabbages and radishes are kinda rted in a fun, imaginary family way. Its like a silly, yful chat theyre having using puns. ] Chapter 11: Chapter 11: The emperor is dying. It was a rumor that had been recently circting secretly in the imperial capital. However, if one paid a little attention, it was evident. And when Ascal heard this rumor, he didnt particrly think much of it. Not until the emperor coughed like madman. Cough cough cough! As, cough! cal. Debrue. Cough! The cough sounded so bad that one would doubt his windpipe was alright. Even a patient with lung disease wouldve given the emperor some space after hearing that cough. Its damp. The emperors throne was positioned just above where Ascal was kneeling on one knee. In other words, it was the perfect distance for the spittle to fly. Ascal tried his best not to mind his head getting wet, but he reached his limit. Can you switch ces with me? Why? I cant be the only one getting His Majesty the Emperors grace. Sushia looked puzzled by thement, but as soon as they changed ces, she understood. Her face crumpled in disgust, but she couldnt show it in front of the emperor. Ascal avoided Sushias gaze. Cough cough cough cough. He says to name your reward! A courtier kneeling next to the throne interpreted the emperors cough. Seeing the emperor nod, it seemed like the correct interpretation. That was some impressive interpretation skills, something even Yulia couldnt achieve. I... Ascal recalled Kanes advice beforeing here. If His Majesty asks what you desire, do not answer anything. Why? Think about it. With your achievements, you could have easily be a minister. Then why are you stuck at just the 6th rank? Isnt it because Ive been lucky? ...There are close aides around the emperor. They must be watching you closely, someone like you who has done great service for the empire. Stay out of their sight. Indeed. On both sides of the emperor, there were officials exuding an aura of slyness. They whispered in the emperors ear every chance they got. Ascal could easily discern that their gaslighting skills had already reached their peak. What I desire is to be a minister. Huh? Ascal wondered if, by some chance, a spell had overtaken his mouth and was leading him to his ruin, but fortunately, the voice didnte from him. The Evaluation Department is newly established, and it doesnt have a minister yet. Since all of Ascals aplishments were under my directive, I believe I too deserve a reward. The Main head of the Evaluation Department stepped forward and spoke smoothly. His argument was rather convincing. It''s make sense. Ascal could see how this man, with his deficient abilities, had managed to rise to the position of the Main Head of the Evaluation Department. If there were strings to be pulled, his talent for seizing opportunities faster and more differently than anyone else wasmendable. But first, one had to determine if those strings were rotten. Cough. Who. Cough. Are you? I am Charis Solem, Your Majesty. I humbly lead the Evaluation Department. The close aides whispered something. After hearing the whisper, the emperor slowly nodded. The close aide said: Kill him. Thud. Excuse me? That was it. The main head of the Evaluation Department was beheaded. The emperors guards cleanly separated the head of the director from his body. How dare someone, who didnt even receive permission to enter the imperial pce, ask for a reward? Your Majesty the emperor overlooked his transgressions because of the achievements of his subordinate. But it seems he has brought this punishment upon himself. Truly a cheap soul, even in death. Upon the close aides signal, a servant came in and cleaned up the remnants of the director. Sushia turned pale and couldnt utter a word. Ascal Debrue. You will rece that man as the director. Youll be content with that, right? Now leave. I cannot be satisfied. In an instant, the air grew cold. All eyes focused on Ascal. Sushia pinched Ascals waist. What on earth was he thinking? Ascal spoke slowly. Just having the honor to see His Majesty is more than enough for me. To receive an additional reward is unthinkable. The heavens would be angry. Please retract your reward. No, rather, please demote me. Cough! The emperor coughed. Then he rose from his throne. He was moved by Ascals words. The close aides were bewildered, their eyes asking, Who is this man? A rare! Cough! Loyal servant! Cough! Give him a ton of gold coins! Cough! Ascal was taken aback. I cannot ept it, Your Majesty! Please take back your grace! Gift him the legendary sword! Cough! I cannot, Your Majesty! Cough! Give him a horse too! Your Majesty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ascal cried out. . . . . In the end, not only was Ascal promoted to main head of the department, but he also agreed to ept a years sry in gold coins, a sword crafted by a master, and a horse. He sprawled despondently in the receiving room. I just asked to be demoted... Sushia put some snacks into the sprawled Ascals mouth. He chewed. It was delicious. Youre amazing. Manger... or should I say, director now? Stop teasing. Its not a joke. How did you negotiate in that situation? Truly admirable. Do you want to be the steward of our house? Its a recruitment offer. You know my familys wealthy, right? Sushia spoke rather earnestly. A steward manages and oversees a noble familys assets, somewhat equivalent to a modern-day asset manager. Being the steward of the Senestia Dukes House would surelye with immense power and respect. You should. What? You should get promoted. With my new authority, youre now an 8th-rank official. Sushia, congrattions on your promotion. Youll be handling more responsibilities from now on. Nooooo! It was a scream that didn''t seem like one a duke''s daughter would make The two, having undergone unwanted promotions, sprawled on the sofa waiting for the world to end. Sadly, there were no signs of that happening. Thud. Someone entered the reception room. Oh. Did I interrupt your rest? My apologies. Should Ie backter? Your Highness, the Crown Prince! Sushia, who had been mumbling I want to leave like a drenched cat, immediately stood up upon seeing the blond handsome man. The visitor was a big shot. The empires first prince and heir to the throne. Kain Barba. I greet Your Highness, the Crown Prince. As if the previous awkwardness never urred, Ascal swiftlyposed himself and knelt on one knee. Please, be at ease. I didnte as the Crown Prince but as an errand runner for His Majesty. An errand, Your Highness? Didnt you agree to receive a horse from His Majesty? One of the horses I own is to be gifted for that purpose. If youre not busy, would you apany me to the stables? Ascal pondered. Kain spoke with elegance. Even when addressing someone of a lower rank, his demeanor exuded grace. He surpassed expectations as the prince of the empire. He has ulterior motives. Only moments ago, Ascal had been walking on thin ice, risking his life. His heightened intuition sensed Kains underlying intentions. However, sensing no malice, Ascal obediently followed Kain. How did you feel after seeing His Majesty? The three strolled through the garden. As the sun began to set, the air turned brisk, making it necessary to don cloaks. The imperial garden was adorned meticulously with decorations and flowers at every turn, providing a feast for the eyes. The ambiance felt like one where innermost thoughts might unintentionally spill. It was an overwhelming honor. You know, you hesitated for quite a while. From my perspective, your hesitation, rather than your words, is closer to the answer I was seeking. Kain spoke. Let me be frank. My father is inept. Living out the remainder of his life, he has shut his ears and eyes, relying solely on the sweet words of sycophants. Your Highness. Such words, if overheard, could send one straight to the execution block. Why were there so many in the empire prone to self-destructivements? Ascal felt a headacheing on. Do you understand why Im telling you this? I do not. Ive been observing you for quite some time, Ascal Debrue. You are capable. And the winds of fortune are at your back. Kain halted, setting the mood. Wont you join me in changing the empire, Ascal? Your Highness, but Hmm? Miss Sushia is also listening. A little behind them, Sushia awkwardly chuckled. Was this a potential massacre scenario? Ah, Sushia is fine. Weve been childhood friends. Ahaha, childhood friends? Its been a while since I heard that. Your Highness. Had Ascal known they might have been betrothed, he would have been bbergasted. Having confirmed Sushias safety, Ascal spoke. I apologize, but I must decline. Why so? Because Ick the capabilities. Kainughed, as if bewildered. If youck capability, then I wonder if anyone in this empire possesses any at all. Please find someone else. Truth be told, Kain was quitepetent. He was generous in a manly way and took good care of those beneath him. Given his status as the crown prince, many already considered him the de facto emperor. He might even be the golden ticket. But Ascal knew of Kains future... One day, Kain, thoroughly drunk and swept up in the mood, would try riding a horse naked, only to fall and meet his end. Thanks to that, the session to the throne waspletely overturned, and after a power struggle with the second princess, Yulia became the emperor. Haha. Seems Ive been forsaken. Well, Im a tenacious man. Be prepared. And before they knew it, they arrived at the stables. Upon seeing Kain, the stable keeper bowed his head and then guided the three into the stable. As expected of the Crown Princes stables, at a nce, expensive and magnificent horses were lined up, well-maintained. Kain, affectionately stroking a horses mane, said, Choose any horse you desire from here. Ill grant you whichever you want. To draw a parallel from a past life, it felt like the CEOs son inviting him to his garage and telling him to pick up any car. There were many in the empire obsessed with horse riding, but Ascal wasnt one of them, so he decided to choose a horse casually. Hmm... how about that horse? However, for some reason, Kain didnt seem pleased. Detecting his disappointment, Ascal switched his choice. That horse... hmm. Again, the reaction wasnt favorable. Ha. This one, then? Was he offering a horse or not? Gradually getting irritated by Kains consistent disappointed expressions, Ascal thought kindly that Kain had great affection for his horses, but also cynically wondered if this fussiness was why Kain ended up falling off one. On second thought, instead of a grown horse, Id prefer a young one I can nurture. Lets go with this one. Ascal pointed to a frail-looking foal in the corner of the stable. Surely he wouldnt object this time. Ah, this little one was rescued outside after losing its mother. Why not choose a better horse? No, I feel more attached to this one. Ill choose this horse. If thats what your heart desires, it might be fate. Kains face beamed with happiness. Despite his reluctance to part with any other horse, his words were ever-flowing. . . . . With a sigh, Ascal reluctantly brought the foal home. How am I going to raise this one? He figured hed probably need to find someone experienced in raising horses. Still, its quite cute being so young. As he held the whinnying foal, Ascal felt something unusual. There was something near its wing bones. Taking a closer look, he eximed, Feathers? A few small feathers were beginning to sprout near the foals wing bones, as if it was attempting to grow wings. Come to think of it, there were tales of winged horses appearing in thetter days of the empire. And those horses was often referred to as the legendary Pegasus... This is insane. Seriously. Ascal stared at the foal, now grazing on grass, with a mix of bewilderment and awe. The foal looked back at him, cocking its head slightly. Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Chapter 12: An Unintended Rise to Power People look like ants from up here. Ascal had always wanted to try this line. He looked out of the window from the directors office. People were bustling below. Observing them while leisurely sipping his coffee was pure bliss. A sense of superiority. A feeling of gratification. A privilege only top officials could enjoy. Indeed. Ascal had barely scraped into the category of what people call a High-ranking official as the main head of the Evaluation Department, the position of director. One could say he was now teetering on the brink of real power. Would you like more sugar in your coffee? But that thought was fleeting. The moment he saw Lia, the tension in Ascals shoulders melted away. Regardless of his high position, the very embodiment of power stood right before him. His mood dampened in an instant, Ascal stirred his coffee with a spoon. Its just right. Speaking of which, Lia, youve been working as my temporary assistant for quite a while now. Weighing his words, Ascal looked at Lia who paused from clearing away his finished coffee, waiting for a reply. He swallowed hard. Details about Lias deeds before bing the emperor werent borated upon in great detail. At most, there were mentions of her plotting in secret or gaining various hands-on experiences. Ascal ventured a guess. Lia was likely a journeyman. Once she deemed her experiences adequate, she might leave his side. So, do you n to continue working as my assistant? Lias movements stopped. Had he hit a nerve? After all, for the future empress, this ce might be too confining. Ascal began to mentally prepare some kind words. Weve had a good run together, and lets greet each other warmly if we ever run into each other on the streets. Ascal had expected a graceful parting, but he sensed an odd atmosphere. After a long silence, Lia spoke in a subdued voice. Was I, in your opinion, insufficient in assisting you, Ascal-nim? No, not at all. Then, can I qualify as your official assistant? Ascal broke into a cold sweat. It seemed Lia had interpreted his words a bit differently. In truth, he hadnt thought at all about what would happen after her temporary assistant term ended. He had toe up with some kind of excuse. Theres one final test left. A test? Apetent assistant should proactively achieve results even if their boss doesnt direct them. Its about taking initiative in tasks. It was a rather convincing excuse. Lia seemed convinced as she nodded. Then, Ill deliver the results. With that she left. Wait a minute. What have I just done? After Lia had gone, upon reflection, Ascal btedly realized his mistake. Even now, it was hard to handle how things were going wrong, and now he had set the auto-mode likely the most advanced auto-mode in the empire. .... The backlogged reports have all been cleared! The aggressiveinant is, for some reason, terrified and apologizing! The tricky artifacts that were hard to categorize are all neatly sorted! The Baroness, moved by our work, donated her entire fortune! How on earth did you do it, Director! Uh, I turned on the auto mode. Its all thanks to your hard work. Contrary to his thoughts, Ascal said something else and hurriedly escaped to his office. Hed really done it now. In game terms, it was like sending a level 100 subordinate to handle internal affairs. He had poked the sleeping tiger and now set it loose on the world. Holding his head in agony, Ascal was in pain when Lia, having finished her tasks, entered the office. She already held the days work report. Heres todays report. Reviewing the report Lia handed over, Ascal nodded. Even though he had heard about all these achievements through the grapevine, seeing the actual report made her efficiency all the more terrifying. Moreover, the cunning way she made it seem as if all the credit was his was particrly malicious. No matter how hard he tried to find a fault, he couldnt. Congrattions. Youve passed. With no other option, Ascal pulled out a contract from his office desk and stamped it. With just Lias signature, she would officially be his assistant. But on second thought, your talents seem too extraordinary to be satisfied as just an assistant. Dont you want to y in bigger waters? I have some contacts in the Magic Department. If you wish, I can get you transferred there. Unable to let go of his regrets, Ascal said. The contact he mentioned was Robin, the Minister of Magic. He had a favorable view of Ascal, and if he rmended a talented individual, Robin would surely ept. Of course, by the time Robin realized that in fact, Lia was a ticking time bomb, it would be toote. Just the thought brings him joy. Yet reality always had a way of defying expectations. Please give it to me. Quickly. The contract. Here it is. Her voice had turned slightly cold. Ascal hastily handed over the contract. Lia, as if someone might snatch it away, clutched it tightly to her chest, much like a mother bird cradling her egg. Terrifying. Could it be she still felt starved, refusing to end her career merely as a temporary assistant to a director?Just how far does the princesss ambition reach? I really have big shoes to fill. The former director wasmendable indeed. Thanks to the previous director who vanished without any handover, Ascal was left pulling his hair out. Paperwork scattered everywhere, filled with holes and disconnects, and tasks done in a haphazard manner only the former director could decipher. Had it not been for Lias help, Ascal would have spent months sorting out the mess, ultimately copsing from the aftereffects. Theres so much leftover budget. The actual work had all been shoved to Department 1, while the previous director spent his days enjoying horseback rides with the upper echelons. In truth, the real acting director of the Evaluation Department could have been said to be Kane, the head of Department 1. Wait a minute. Does this mean the entire Evaluation Department will be paralyzed if only Department 1 is shut down? Ascal hadnt given up on his n of being dismissed due to ipetence. Now that he had be the director, he could pursue a high-risk, high-return strategy. Perfect. This is it. From now on, Ill bring this Evaluation Department to its knees. At that very moment, Ascals devilish cunning began to roll into action..... Starting today, Department 1 will receive a week-long vacation as a reward for all your hard work. It was Ascal who said this after summoning Kane to his office. Truth be told, he would have liked to grant a month or even longer, but given his current discretion, a week was the limit. Additionally, here is a luxurious travel voucher to the Kelli Kingdom. Everything has been arranged so all you need to do is go and enjoy yourself. Make the most of the week. The Kelli Kingdom was a renowned vacation spot frequently visited by nobles and even royalty from foreignnds. The cost of living there was quite high, but the royal travel voucher that Ascal handed over included amodations and meals of the highest quality, so there was nothing to worry about. Should I really ept something so precious? Yes. Havent you worked hard all this while? Frankly, Ascal had always admired the way Kane worked. While other officials would ck off whenever they had the chance, Kane was different. That was why, even after bing the director, Ascal always spoke to Kane with the same respect as he would to a senior official. Director Ascal... Kane knelt down, and a tear rolled down from his fatigue-marked face. At least you... you recognize my efforts. .... Kane! Isnt the reportte? Youre the epitome of ipetence! You call this work? Ha, if it werent for a lenient superior like me, youd already be begging on the streets. Hmm. You received a bonus, right? Youre treating us to dinner tonight.For a moment, a myriad of memories shed through Kanes mind. It was said that a man would die for someone who recognizes his worth. Despite diligently working all these years without once being acknowledged by the former director, a true sense of loyalty was now budding in Kanes heart. Youll soil your clothes. Please stand, Manager Kane. Ascal extended his hand. Rising with the help of Ascals hand, Kane wiped away his tears and spoke, All this time, even without acknowledgment, I worked with the sole intention of creating a better empire. But now, my loyalty will be directed towards you. Excuse me? What did that mean? No, isnt that treason? .... ''Director-nim Ascal awarded manager Kane a bonus.'' ''Director-nim Ascal had promoted manager Kane!'' Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Did you hear the story? Department 1 supposedly went on a group vacation to the Kelli Kingdom. To the Kelli Kingdom? Where did the moneye from? They were chosen as the outstanding department and it waspletely free. Is that true!? The eyes of gossiping employees sparkled. The Kingdom of Kelli. Chosen by the Empire Magazine as the top vacation spot for three consecutive times. One of the 10 ces one must visit before they die. A ce rumored to guarantee a century of happiness to newlyweds, and to rekindle the me for couples experiencing a lull. Can we go too if we work hard? Of course. You know what kind of person Director Ascal is? epting minimal bribes, always being only 10 minuteste, andparatively just and fair. Surely, he will send us too. Its time to unveil our hidden work skills. A new wind of change was blowing. If one works diligently, the rewards wille back to them. This fact provided substantial motivation for the managers and officials. The story of Department 1 heading to the Kelli Kingdom for a group reward vacation revitalized the forgotten morale of the Evaluation Department staff. Department 2, Department 3, and even Department 4 began to work. The officials, as if using their previousziness as a stepping stone, began to work fervently. . . . . Productivity has increased threefold. What? Department 1 should be on vacation now. Average tardiness has also dropped from one hour to 30 minutes. Even without being pushed by the managers, they are voluntarily finding work to do. Lia reported. Ascal walked around the office to check. There was no way those people were working. Surely, Lia must have misunderstood something. No, thatnd is tied up as a nt conservation area; its appraisal should be a third of its current value. Dont you know the rumor that the conservation area will soon be released? Including its potential value, this much is reasonable. Listen. We appraise the current value, not the future one. Upon quietly arriving in Department 2, Ascal witnessed an unbelievable scene. They were seriously discussing work. No one was cking off. This was uneptable. This was problematic. Everyone, take it easy. I brought some snacks. Ascal, bringing donutsden with cream, encouraged Department 2 to take a break. Somehow, this momentum needed to be broken. Is the Director-nim here? Im sorry, but were working right now. Could you visit againter? However, Department 2, without even looking at the snacks, re-engaged in their work amongst themselves. The isted Ascal destely left Department 2. No. Its just Department 2 for sure. Lets go to Department 3. To that extent, Ascal trusted Sushia. Even if everyone was diligently working, Sushia would be different. Arriving at Department 3 with expectations, this time, Ascal was appalled. Ah... Director-nim. Youre here? With dark circles from workingte, Sushia was busilypleting a document. What, what happened, Sushia? What do you mean? Why are you working? ? Ascals voice trembled. He couldnt believe what he was seeing. Sushia, possessing a wealthy background as a noble, naturallyzy, wouldnt work unless ordered. That was the Sushia Ascal knew. And now, that unchanging fact was shattered. Aha... Why am I working so hard? I also want to go to the Kelli Kingdom. You can go with your allowance, cant you? I wasted too much this month, so my father cut off my allowance. Im poor now. So you work? ..If youre not going to help, please dont disturb me and leave, Director-nim Ascal was driven away again. This was dangerous. At this rate, even without Department 1, the Evaluation Department seemed to function. Even more actively than before. If it remained this way when Department 1 returns? It was certain to be an uncontroble disaster. He had toe up with a n. Lia. Come to think of it, isnt there an empty room on the 2nd floor of the Evaluation Department? Yes. I heard its been left unused because its too small to be used as an office and toorge to be a storage room. Convert it into a recreation room. The Evaluation Department didnt have a recreation room. In fact, the regr office serves just as well. Well affiliate with the empires best snack shop using the leftover budget. And we will hire a masseuse to ease our weary minds and bodies. Specifically, a skilled Cat Tribe masseuse, known to be expensive. Temporary motivation easily sumbs to temptation. Just slightly redirecting the waters path, everything would revert to its ce. Ill create a real paradise. To the extent that one wont even think about working. . . . . Not muchter, the recreation room waspleted. Director-nim! Wee! As soon as the door opened, a gentle music box sound was heard. The magical music box, ying healing melodic scales along with the scent ofvender oil, seemed to heal the weary mind and body. Here are some desserts. Since youre our first guest, please rx and enjoy. The dessert melted at the tip of the tongue as soon as it was tasted. The subtly lingering, luxurious sweetness proved the worth of partnering with the empires best dessert shop. Please specify your pain points and desired pressure level here, and well make sure to relieve your fatigue. A Cat Tribe receptionist in a white gown handed over a questionnaire. Ascal nodded. I didnte for a massage today. May I take a look around the recreation room? Of course, youre always wee, Director-nim! There were several massage beds, all upied. The recreation room was such a hit that one had to make a reservation to get in. Director-nim... this is amazing... Following the receptionist inside, Sushia, lying on the massage bed, was receiving a massage. The Cat Tribe masseuse, pressing down firmly on the back with her cat-like paws, exhibited expertise even at a nce. Moreover, the pushing and pulling technique was so exceptional that it seemed they fully grasped even the traditional Chuna massage method. Sushia, having melted into a puddle, soon fell fast asleep. And about ten minutester, suddenly, Sushia jolted upright. Recoveryplete. Time to get back to work! As soon as Sushia left, another employee entered and began receiving a massage. And the employee, once hunched over in fatigue, left to return to work after eating the dessert and receiving a massage, miraculously refreshed. Is this some kind of respawn point? Are they dying and being resurrected? From his observations, employees adhered to the rules, using the recreation room only for a specified period before leaving. At this point, Ascal slowly began to realize. The recreation room had be not a ce for employees to ck off but the ultimate rest stop to enhance work efficiency. That spot has been used for over an hour. Still, its a relief that there are people using the recreation room as originally intended. An admirable stance for a splendid sry thief. Quite inspiring. Slightly curious about who it was, Ascal gently lifted the curtain. And there was an unexpected figure. The person, shirtless, receiving a massage, greeted Ascal warmly upon seeing him. Crown Prince...? Oh! Ascal! I was just thinking of visiting you, and here you are. I came in because there was a recreation room, but the skill here is much better than I thought. When I came to, Id been here for over two hours. Hahaha! The Empires Crown Prince, Kain. The Cat Tribe masseuse was sweating bullets, being worked hard by that Crown Prince. Oh, that spot is a bit more tense. Press harder. Understood... Lets pretend I didnt see anything. Ascal hastily made an emergency exit from the ce. . . . . Imperial Magazine - Evaluation Departments Recreation Room Edition This introduction has been written after receiving the empires permission and undergoing review. Our heartfelt thanks once again to Mr. Ascal Debrue, the main head of the Evaluation Department, for granting interview permission. Upon opening the door, the first thing to greet the me was the soft melody of a music box. The magical music box, with its heart-soothing tunes, alongside the scent ofvender oil, helped to calm the slightly excited nerves a notch. But there was an even more astonishing encounter - imagine this! A Catwoman, dressed in a white gown, approached the you, adorable cat-like paws lifted, offering a dessert. Upon entry into the mouth, it melted from the tip of the tongue, the luxuriously sweet taste enveloping the pte - indeed, a dessert crafted by the empires top dessert shop, Lenc. *This article was written in exchange for a modest fee from Lenc*. Subsequently, the Catwoman earnestly inquired about the my tired areas and the desired pressure, guiding the me to the massage bed with utmost sincerity. The moment the Iy down, gentle hands pressed firmly, massaging the weary back. Neither too painful nor too soft, the apt pressure turned tangled muscles into divine touches... . . . . Ascal closed the magazine. Wasnt the Imperial Magazine not on good terms with the government? I allowed it because I thought they would write something negative. It seems like they were overwhelmingly moved, even more than expected. I see. Also, the certificate arrived today. With the insane increase in employee efficiency due to motivation and the recreation room, it ended up being chosen as the Department of the Year. The certificate was filled with words about additional budget arrangements and praises. Ill have to use this as a talking pointter on. I will take a vacation too. This couldnt go on. Ascal decided. To run away from this ce. Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Chapter 14: First Day of Vacation On the outskirts of the empire lies the Haven Orphanage. It might sound surprising, but even orphanages have ranks. The closer they were to the capital of the empire, the higher the likelihood of receiving funds, and the chances of the children being adopted were greater. In that respect, the situation for Haven Orphanage, situated in an unfavorable location, wasnt good. The childrencked proper clothes, always having to wear hand-me-downs from their older siblings, and the only book they had to study from was an empirenguage book, tattered and smudged with dirt. Eileen had requested aid from the empire several times, but her pleas were always ignored. Inside her, resentment toward the empire was slowly growing... At least, that was what Ascal knew from the story. *** Are you the volunteer came as a one-day teacher? Yes. Im Ray, the one who contacted you. Ascal had applied to the Haven Orphanage as a one-day teacher, keeping his true identity a secret. In truth, being a one-day teacher wasnt a significant role. All he had to do was y with the kids, perhaps read a book to them. If unlucky, maybe even change a diaper or two. Your face... Ive seen it somewhere... Upon recognizing Ascal, or rather Rays face, Eileen remarked with what seemed like familiarity. You used to be a regr at our sandwich shop! Such a coincidence... The shop had to close because I got too busy with the orphanage. I understand. Your main job obviouslyes first. Following Eileens lead into the orphanage, Ascal felt that something was off. The Haven Orphanage he knew from the novel was in terrible shape. The children were thin due to malnutrition, and their nkets were infested with fleas, causing them restless nights from the itch. Having grown up under such conditions, the children harbored resentment towards the empire, eventually bing excellent anti-imperialists. It was the expected narrative. But the orphanage Eileen introduced was different from what Ascal knew. Contrary to the novels depiction, the orphanage building looked clean and quite reputable. It even resembled a prestigious school. The building looks clean. We had an extension built recently. An extension? Where did the moneye from? Ah, right. I provided it. Until now, Ascal had anonymously donated most of the bribes he received to the Haven Orphanage. He had a sinister intention behind this. The idea was to sponsor children who would grow up to be anti-imperialists, securing for himself a form of absolution if the empire ever fell. Moreover, since these kids were budding rebels against the empire, he hoped that they would thrive even better if raised in a pleasant environment. Perhaps a 1-star rebel could evolve into a 3-star one? But this... Swish- A ball flew by. My ball! My ball! Nope. Offside. Not your ball. Hey! We have a guest. Be careful! If you keep doing that, and Ill confiscate the ball! Were sorry, Miss Eileen. Ascal picked up the ball. It wasnt the type of ball that appeared worn out, instead, it was shiny and seemed brand new. Mister? Lost in thought while holding the ball, Ascal was met with curious eyes from the children ying with it. Ascal looked at the children. Their bodies were plump, as though they had regrly eaten meals filled with proteins, carbohydrates, and fats. Their clothes were clean, and their faces gleamed. They seem to be living better than most noble kids? Something felt amiss. **** Everyone, this is Mr. Ray, here as a one-day teacher. Hes a notable official from the empire. Eileen gathered the children to introduce Ascal. Should have lied about my profession. Recently in the empire, a distressing trend had emerged where unemployed men past their prime were looked down upon, and treated less than human. Thus, admitting to being unemployed wasnt an option. In fact, those without jobs couldnt even volunteer at orphanages. Unable to think of a suitable upation on the spot, he had said he was an official from the empire, but now he felt he might have made an error. These children were the marginalized ones from the empire. Being introduced as an empire official, he expected the reaction wouldnt be favorable... Wow, thats cool! I want to work for the empire too! What should we learn to be an official? A barrage of questions poured in. How did this happen? The children harbored no resentment towards the empire. Taken aback, Ascal responded to their inquiries. To be an official, you must diligently study and review the basic subjects. Our private tutor told us something different. Huh, a private tutor? You kids have private lessons? Once a week, we invite a private tutor from outside to teach subjects the children are interested in. Ascal was at a loss for words. I want to be a musician when I grow up! The children at the orphanage had name tags on their clothes. Krina. She wouldter be a gueri leader against the empire. I want to be a chef! The child who just spoke was Stefan. He would eventually carry out a s*icide bombing at an empire office. Hehe, all so trivial. Ill be a minister. Thest kid, Sirius, was depicted as the leader of the anti-empire forces in the novel. Sir, what rank of official are you? Im at the 6th rank. Hmm, not too bad. Sirius nodded with his arms folded, his face reading, Youre worthy of conversing with me. At this rate, it seemed improbable that these children would grow up to be rebels against the empire. Unable to contain his curiosity, Ascal asked, Have you ever thought of revenge against the empire that neglected you? Ever wanted to blow up buildings erected from the sweat and blood of themoners with explosives...? Teacher, are you amunist? Guys, lets report him to the empire quickly! One child darted away. Ascal hurriedly grabbed the childs leg. It took him quite a while to exin that he was just joking. **** In the end, Ascal realized. He had donated far too much money to the orphanage. Taking bribes without thinking and impulsively donating them all had backfired terribly. Children who might have grown into anti-empire rebels instead became its puppets... Teacher, look at this. I drew this picture. A child, who looked about six years old, eagerly presented a drawing to Ascal. Ascal examined the picture. It was crude, but it depicted a man with ck hair, wearing a cape. The man smiled, brandishing a sword. Despite its simplicity, the drawing was filled with heartfelt effort. Who is this? Its Uncle Carl. Uncle Carl? Hes a wonderful person who sponsors our orphanage! Uncle Carl. Then, a thought urred to Ascal. When he made the donation to the Haven Orphanage, he had used the pseudonym Carl. So, this drawing portrayed an imagined version of Ascal. Oh. This is Uncle Carl? Then Stefan approached. Its well-drawn, but my Mr. Carl is cooler. Stefan then showed a handmade doll from his pocket. Dressed in formal attire and holding a conductors baton, the figure resembled a resilient schr. Is this the only representation of Uncle Carl? No, look at that frame on the wall. Stefan pointed to the wall. There was arge framed picture. It depicted a handsome man with ck hair, a face Ascal had never seen in his life, standing gracefully. This is insane, Ascal thought. **** Leaving already? Yes. The children seem so bright that it looks like there isnt much I need to teach. Hehe, is that how it appeared? But theyre all quite mischievous, just putting on brave faces. Before leaving, Ascal had a private conversation with Eileen. Undoubtedly, Eileen awakened as a saint in the future due to her deep resentment and despair towards the empire. But was she still the same now? Perhaps Eileen might have lived a normal life, simply teaching the children. If the Uncle Carl who sponsored the orphanage had other ill intentions, what do you think would have happened? Hmm... Even if it started with ill intentions, if the oue is good, wouldnt that still be a good deed? Thats how I see it. I see. Above all, we are happy now because of him. It seemed there was nothing more to be said. Ascal left the orphanage, waved off by the children. Goodbye, teacher! Come again! Bye-bye! But as Ascal turned away, he couldnt see Eileen, who kept watching his retreating figure for a long time. Whispering softly, Eileen voiced her gratitude. It was a thank you that no one heard, fading away with the gentle breeze. **** The first day of Ascals vacation hade to an end. Upon returning home, he found an appointment letter on his desk along with a letter sealed with the crown princes emblem. When was this delivered... No, how did they even open the door? It felt like he was facing a chilling truth. The rushed handwriting seemed as if he could hear the crown princes voice directly. Ascal handed the letter to Pegasus, recently named Fer. Neigh! Fer happily ate the letter. Maybe the paper quality was exquisite because he seemed quite satisfied. [TN: If you like this novel, please rate it on NU. It really motivates me to work harder. : /series/the-tyrant-empress-is-obsessed-with-me/ ] Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Ascal reclined leisurely in hisfortable chair, caressing Fer. It had gradually gained some weight, and its fur had grown lush, making it feel pleasant to touch. Soon, this little one will outgrow his size. I might need to get a stable for him. Usually, people pay to keep their horses inmunal stables. But if anyone were to discover that this little one was a Pegasus, it would be troublesome. Of course, setting up a personal stable would be costly, but Ascal had saved up a considerable amount of money. It tickles, you little rascal. It was still very much the time for it to yearn for its mother. Pushing away Fer, who was trying to snuggle into Ascal''s arms, and yfully teasing him, a sound emanated from the magic radio powered by mana stones. Retirement Hopeful. It was Ascal own pseudonym. He tuned in with interest. They say the kings ears were donkeys ears*. Ascal needed to vent this suffocating feeling somewhere. In that regard, the empires magicalmunication device, or rather, the radio, was an ideal medium for stress relief. The host read Ascals dilemma in a neutral tone and then responded slowly. It felt as if a light bulb lit up in his mind. Ascal had always tried to fail, but things always turned out the opposite. What if he set his mind on seeding from the beginning? Would he then fail? Getting up from his spot, Ascal decided to test this theory. After turning off the receiver, Ascal prepared to head out. Perhaps today, he might finally break free from this unwee spiral of sess. *** Guilds... Even in the capital of the Barba Empire, guilds existed. When one thought of a guild, the image that often came to mind was a beautiful receptionist, and quests ranging from F-rank to A-rank. The image Ascal had of guilds wasnt much different from this. However, The moment he stepped into the guild, the image Ascal held shattered to pieces. These days, the port union pays pretty well. But once you go there, arent you stuck for a month? I heard many even die on those ships. Where can you find a job thats both safe and pays well? One has to take everything into ount... It was not what he had expected. The people, who clearly looked like theyd been doing physicalbor for more than a decade, were deeply inhaling from their pipes. To put it in perspective, this ce felt more like an employment agency for seasoned professionals. Ascal turned around, intending to leave the guild immediately. Ah, a face I havent seen before. Are you a newbie? A newbie? Newbie? But it was already toote. Their eyes had met. The person who approached Ascals table casually draped his arm over it. His muscr arm, full of scars, was a testament to the life hed led. You dont look like you belong here. Came looking for quick cash to buy a gift for your lover? If youre a beginner, Id rmend starting with cleaning services. The pay might be meager, but its perfect for sharpening ones wits. Nah, he should jump right into fishing boats. Men should start big if they want to seed big. Their philosophies shed sharply. In an instant, the guild became a chaotic marketce. Amidst this, Ascal discreetly made his exit. He hade to the guild on a day off, hoping to find work, but it seemed unlikely hed achieve his goal. Are you looking for work? The person who addressed him was a girl, who appeared to be in herte teens. Contrary to her youthful face, the dirt-streaked work clothes she wore hinted at considerable experience. Indeed. Its my first time in a guild, so Im not sure what kind of job to start with. The girl approached and suddenly squeezed Ascals arm. ? You seem to have more muscle than you appear. With this, you could do farming or mining. Want to see some requests? Sure. The girls name was Jenny, she was the guild leaders daughter. There was a certain stereotype, regardless of the era, that older men with a little wealth and influence often roamed outside. Jennys father was a prime example of this. The guild leaders daughter, huh? Jenny went to a corner of the guild and returned with a few wrinkled request papers. They looked like jobs that no one had taken, about to be discarded. It felt as if she was giving Ascal leftovers because he was a clueless neer. After all, newbies were the easiest to exploit. Thats fine by me. Knowing this, Ascal decided to y along. He hade today to seed in something challenging after all. The first one here is for mining, and the second is for farm work You seem capable of handling both, given your muscles. Theyre no joke, huh? Her ttery was transparent. Which of the two is more challenging and rewarding? Hmm, farm work. The soil is barren so crops dont grow well. Plus, were always short on manpower and its quite exhausting So, the pay is a bit I mean, gaining experience is what matters, right? Ascal epted the farming job. Determined to achieve sess in farming on the barrennd. I cant believe there is someone who epts that request. He seemed smart, tsk. Just looks good on the outside, huh? Hes going to work hard and probably wont earn a penny. ''Lets ignore the naysayers.'' Fortunately, he didnt have to walk to the farm. Since no one had taken up the task for a long time and the guild seemed desperate, they provided him with a carriage. Itll take about 5 hours to get there. Once you arrive, show them this request, and theyll understand. As soon as Ascal boarded the carriage, it swiftly set off. There was an underlying feeling that they wanted to send him off quickly, in case he realized he had been fooled and wanted to escape. As the carriage pierces through the darkness and crosses the hilly path- youll arrive in the vige of Erindale to the west- Thatnd is cursed so no crops grow there- The livestock are starving to death- The vigers hold onto a thin thread of hope and barely survive- The coachman hummed. Is he singing or cursing? Quite some time had passed since they set off. After having some preserved food and water he brought, the carriage stopped at a vige. -Erindale Vige- The sign looked so old and fragile; it seemed like it would fly away with the slightest gust of wind. I dont see any people. Hmm, its because its nighttime. Weve arrived, so Ill be on my way. The coachman dropped Ascal at the vige entrance, snapped the reins, and disappeared beyond the horizon. It was night. Unlike his previous life, night was a time to be extremely cautious in this era. Without any light, one couldnt see even an inch ahead. If they encountered wild animals, they could easily go missing. Ascal held a somewhat expensive flint torch that hed bought and began searching for vigers. As he ventured deeper into the vige, he saw a ce lit up. There was a campfire, with smoke rising. Unsure if it might be dangerous, Ascal approached the campfire stealthily, muffling his presence. Voices of people discussing could be heard. Weve run out of food today. All the chickens, pigs, and cows have starved to death. What about the children? Even if we endure, how will they? Vige chief. We need to make a decision. They looked like a Native American tribe with their face painted. The one referred to as the vige chief suddenly stood up and dered, I will sacrifice myself. Eat me. It should tide us over for a few days. ...Chief! Ancestors, watch over me! The chief held up a long knife and closed his eyes. Wait! Just wait a moment! Startled, Ascal rushed into the space between them and the campfire. Who are you? In an instant, all eyes were fixed on Ascal. -Licked. It sounded like someone had just licked their lips in anticipation, but he must have been mistaken. Im here on a request from the guild. Is that true?! The chief dropped his knife, his face lighting up. But youre alone? The chiefs tone dropped again. It looked like he might pick up the knife hed just discarded. ...Ive brought some food with me. Our savior has arrived! Bring forth the savior of our vige! Whooooo! Sweat dripped from Ascals forehead. He came to ensure sess, but at first nce, this mission seemed far from easy. For the first time in his life, he might experience the failure. I can feel the acid churning in my stomach. Hehe. Ascal felt a thrill. [TN: The kings ears were donkeys ears: It''s an idiom used by Koreans when they have something to gossip about, they sometimes start the conversation by saying, '' ?'' which trantes to, ''Hey, can I tell you a kings ear, the donkeys ear?'' This is akin to asking, ''Can I share a piece of gossip with you?'' *** Also, just wanted to thank everyone who rated this novel after my request yesterday; you guys are the best. And, oh - I also created a Patreon: if you want to support me and read 3 chapters ahead of the release, don''t forget to check it out. Here''s the link: /OracleTls ] Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Acquired, The Lion Tribe. There was an old man in Erindale, seeking water veins in the parchednd with a wooden rod. For eighty-four days, he found none. With that foolish stick, youll never locate a water vein, his acquaintances taunted. But the old man never lost faith. After all, his ancestors and their ancestors before them had discovered water veins using this very method. It had been a long time since Erindale became known as the Land of Death. His family had left thend long ago. Yet, the old man persisted, seeking water veins with a rod made from a birch tree. A youngd, with a gaunt face, stepped forward offering to help. The old man didnt trust the youth, who smelled of ink and paper, barely giving him the time of day, merely waving his rod dismissively. Undeterred, the youth followed suit, snapping a birch branch to form a Y-shape. Exhausted, the old man sat and watched the youths attempt, which looked more like aical dance than a method to find water. Thats enough. The old man croaked. Although the youth seemed like he might copse from exhaustion any moment, he didnt give up. He was naive and foolish, much like the old man himself. For thest time, the youth moved the birch branch and then stopped. It was a spot the old man had checked dozens of times. The youth began to dig with a pickaxe. ng! ng! Stop that. Theres no water vein there... Whoosh! But at that movement, cool groundwater sprouted forth. Wha...?! The old man wet himself. **** The benefactor has arrived in the vige! Prepare a feast! We must ughter a cow! Vige Chief, its been a week since the cow starved to its bones. Then prepare a pig. The wolf took the pig a few days ago. At least get a chicken ready. We fed thest chicken to the sick children. The Vige Chief stared at Ascal. A resolute determination flickered once again in the Chiefs eyes. Hero! Even if its unworthy, please be satisfied with my own body! The Chief suddenly brandished a long knife. Ancestors in the heavens! Watch over me! Your descendant ising to join you! ''Is this person of Aztec origin?'' Ascal hurriedly interjected. Stop! Please stop. I still have plenty of food in my backpack. Lets have a feast with that. Can we really? After finding underground water for the vige, youd even provide food? Are you perhaps a saint? Before the Chief could spout more nonsense, Ascal took out dried meat, preserved food, and hard bread from his backpack. Thrown hastily into a pot with the freshly drawn underground water, it soon gave off a mouth-watering aroma. Ah... never thought Id eat a stew again instead of tree bark... The elderly vigers licked their bowls clean, tears streaming down their faces. One of the old men patted his frail stomach contentedly. How can we ever repay this kindness, dear benefactor? We are truly grateful. Then I shall take my leave. Ascal rose from his seat, his voice dry. It was the same this time as well. With a singr focus on sess, he struck with the pickaxe and found a water vein. It was natural from the beginning. His own emotional state had nothing to do with the oue. Or rather, upon reflection, maybe it was impossible to fail as long as there was a lingering wish deep inside to experience failure... While Ascal was lost in his spiraling thoughts, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was a girl holding a flower resembling a dandelion. Ah, Ashuna. Want to present a gift to our benefactor? The girl was the vige chiefs daughter. Blushing, she lowered her head and offered the flower. Being someone who, in a previous life, was born in thend of courtesy in the East, refusing such a gesture of gratitude would have been impolite. Ascal was about to ept the flower, but paused. Is there a tradition implying that if I ept this flower, Im agreeing to marry the giver? Youre sharp. Caught on quick, didnt you? Tsk. The vige chief clicked his tongue in mild disappointment. Still, if you ever encounter a troubling matter, Benefactor, why not try our tradition? Of course, it wont involve things like marriage. What tradition is that? Its called Seed Sowing. ? ****Fortunately, the seed sowing that the vige chief spoke of was a perfectly normal tradition. Atop a hill, they practiced a ritual of blowing on a flower called Kamsu-bire, scattering its seeds far and wide. Theres a legend passed down in our tribe. Long ago, when our people were on the brink of starvation, a ck-haired man appeared. He blew on the Kamsu-bire, and where its seedsnded, fruit sprouted from the parched earth. The chief spoke, gazing at the distant horizon. It seemed like a familiar, cliche story, but the chief appeared to genuinely believe it. Consuming this fruit, the ill regained health, and the old were transformed back into young men. As everyone in the vige regained their vitality, the man departed. From then on, he was revered as the tribes guardian deity, known as Mazar-nim, an ancient term symbolizing fortune. The vige chief knelt. Benefactor, we are truly grateful. Thanks to your discovery of the water vein, we can survive. Even though we may not be as prosperous as in the distant past, at least now we can see hope. Thank you. Ascal helped the chief to his feet. It was merely luck. If not me, someone else might have found the water vein eventually. Hahaha, if that were true, Shibah wouldnt have spent 84 days searching. The chief handed Ascal the Kamsu-bire. Now, blow it towards the west. After doing so, you may leave. We have no intention of detaining our savior. Nheless, you are our tribes benefactor. Thats right. A benefactor indeed. Other tribe members gathered on the hill to watch Ascal perform the rite. Despite the hill not being very high, some were panting and clutching their waists, seemingly strained. Come to think of it, you also have ck hair. Hahaha. Perhaps, you are the Mazar-nim of our tribe? To consider me a deity is quite the exaggeration. Feeling the weight of many eyes upon him, Ascal decided to hasten the ritual. He faced the west and blew on the Kamsu-bire. In an instant, seeds dispersed, traveling far and wide. Theyre flying so far... And while the Kamsu-bire seeds touched the ground, nothing out of the ordinary urred. Phew. I was fearing for no... Ascal turned to leave... And just as he was about to leave, Look there! Look! Somethings growing! Its fruit, its fruit, its fruit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! F*ck. Without looking back, Ascal ran at full speed. ''How could this be? This isn''t some joke.'' An ancient legend actuallying true? Whoosh. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his leg. Mazar-nim is escaping!!!!!! Catch him!!!!!!!!!!! One of the tribe''s people had shot a paralyzing dart into Ascals leg. Which tribe in their right mind captures their guardian deity with a paralyzing dart... Ascals consciousness began to fade. On the brink of cking out, a story he once heard resurfaced in his mind. A momentter, it dawned on him... Todays lucky constetion was Leo... The direction of luck is west... This was Erindale Vige in the west, where the Lion tribe resided... *** When Ascal regained consciousness, he saw the all elders of the entire Lion tribe bowing before him. Fortunately, there seemed to be no after-effects from the paralyzing dart. In fact, his mind felt as refreshed as if he had been administered propofol before a colonoscopy in a past life. I beg your pardon, Mazar-nim! If you wish, you may take our lives! Everyone, rise. Im not this Mazar-nim you speak of. Mazar-nim is angry!!!!!!! Offer sacrifices!!!!!!! Ancestors!!!!!!! Watch over me!!!!!!!! Ascal intervened to stop the chief from harming himself again. Alright, lets say I am Mazar-nim. What would you like me to do? Please allow us to eat the Eryl fruit. Eryl fruit. It seemed to be the fruit that had grown when the Kamsu-bire seed touched the ground earlier. You have my permission. Ooooooh... Mazar-nim has granted a miracle to the Lion tribe! The vige chief, head tilted toward the sky, shed tears like a waterfall from his parched face. Everyone, eat the Eryl fruit! The elders, with their deeply wrinkled hands, held the Eryl fruit and all bit into it at once. Chewing the fruit thoroughly, as if to extract every drop of juice, the vige chief suddenly convulsed and closed his eyes. Then, something strange happened. The chiefs original hair began to fall out, muscles contorted, and white smoke started to emit from him. ck liquid seeped out from his pores. That smell... Shielding his face with both hands from the stench, when Ascal looked again, an unbelievable sight greeted him. The elders had all transformed into robust young warriors. Hahahahahahah! Is this what youth feels like? Bring on the wolves or lions! Well make a meal out of them! The elders, who were frail just moments ago, were now brimming with vitality. Consequently, the tent felt oppressively hot. Guardian deity Mazar-nim! We will head west! With the vow our tribe has held for ages, well subdue the monster-fillednds in the west of Elver. A year will suffice. Please ept our token. In a year, after our conquest, we will be your loyal guardian unit! Alright, kids. Follow us. Well teach you hunting! With that, the transformed elders, or rather the muscle-bound warriors, led the children west. Ascal, left behind, looked at the lion tooth ne given to him by the vige chief and sighed deeply. I swear Ill never think about seeding again. Being mistaken for a god, of all things. Come to think of it... Wait, how do I get back to the city? [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls ] Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Prince of the Night Ascal was suffering from insomnia. Lying awake, he pondered the cause of his sleeplessness. Damn those Lion Tribe people Even now, it was a memory he wished to forget. After everyone had left Erindale, Ascal had to rough it out for a few days. Only by sheer luck did he manage to catch a passing carriage that took him back to the capital. Upon his return, he had slept so deeply and soundly that his day and night cycle hadpletely reversed. Its problematic. Soon, he would have to return to his routine. Humans are creatures of habit. This disrupted sleep pattern could lead to a severe drop in efficiency. A decline in efficiency would tarnish his reputation, and this could gravely affect his performance evaluations... ''Wait.'' A negative impact on his performance evaluation? That might actually be a good thing. From now on, my name is Prince of the Night. Grabbing his coat, Ascal dashed into the night streets of the capital. **** During the day people work, and at night they rest. It was a long-standing tradition of humanity. However, the esteemed Dr. Hikigaya from the Far East once said that the cultural level of a nation could be measured by its ability to conquer the night. In that respect, the cultural standards of the imperial capital were quitemendable. Illuminated by stonemps, the capital still had several taverns with lights burning brightly. On the streets, wandering musicians yed fervently, cing hats on the ground for alms. Ascal flicked a coin with his finger. Itnded neatly into the hat. "Nice y." Thank you, kind sir. Ascal lowered his voice as much as he could. The starlight tonight is too dazzling, making sleep elusive. Im at a loss on how to spend this night. You, the bard whose tunes flow as blood does in veins, can you suggest a ce where I can either soothe my restlessness or find serenity in the nights stillness? It was quite a dramatic tone. If anyone recognized him, it would be bothersome. At this moment, he wasnt the imperial official Ascal. He was the Prince of the Night. You have shown me a favor, so how could I not repay you? Over yonder lies the Moonlight Theatre, known for its refined music and tales. ''Hmm. This wandering musician sure knew how to y his cards right.'' Ascal added another coin to the hat. Thank you. I shall pay it a visit. With that, Ascal headed in the direction of the Moonlight Theatre as guided by the musician. **** The Moonlight Theatre was a renowned troupe in the empire. A few years ago, at least. Buttely, the Moonlight Theatre was anything but prosperous. They had consecutively failed in ys they had heavily invested in and were facing dire financial straits. Hey, I clearly told you to prepare all the props. Why is the mask missing? Seri, are you disregarding your senior? Im sorry, senior. Senior Suna asked to borrow the mask... p. The scene was one of tant workce violence. Seri, having been pped, bent down silently, wiping the floor with a rag. While some form of violence existed everywhere, the arts, on average, seemed to face more of it. Oh, you missed a spot here. Where, senior? Right here. Rosanna spat on the very spot Seri was cleaning. It was a grave insult. Sorry, Ive had phlegm stuck in my throat. Yes, senior. Seri wiped away Rosannas spit. With no further reaction from Seri, a bored Rosanna snorted and left. Hey, Rosanna, youre pushing it too far. Why? Because shes a nobles daughter? Didnt she say she wanted to start from scratch by joining our troupe? She should expect this much. You are heartless. Suna, who said this, wore a faint sneer. It wasnt as if she was fond of Seri either. Who does she think she is, wanting to pursue noble art? Does she think we cant produce art? Its only because the theatre is struggling that were making sacrifices. The reason for Seris mistreatment was partly her noble status, but more so because she wanted to perform using her self-written y. Well, whatever. Shes here because of her generous donation. She wants to create art, an art no one watches. Ahaha. Excuse me... Ive finished cleaning. Suddenly noticing Seri behind the stage, Rosanna looked startled, but soon retorted coldly. Good. Since the audience will be here soon, hide somewhere. Your turnsst after all. Understood, senior. After Seri left, Suna remarked, She might have heard us. So? Whats she gonna do about it? It was nighttime. Soon, it would be showtime for the Moonlight Theatre. In an instant, Rosannas expression changed the face of an actress. **** Oh, Isolde. Why are you so beautiful? Its because youre in love with me, Jerron. On stage, the actors moved briskly. At times, they danced and sang. It was a packed performance with not a moments rest. Ascal sat in the audience, watching the performance without any enthusiasm. Hmm. Utterly boring. Having been conditioned by the dopamine-triggering entertainments of his past life, it was hard for Ascal to be moved by what seemed like a familiar ssical script. Exaggerated emotions he couldnt rte to. Random dances. Was this Bollywood? p p p. The act came to an end. pping sounds erupted from all around. Ascal looked around. It seemed that, aside from him, the other spectators were genuinely enjoying and even moved by the performance. You seem new here. How did you find the show? The passionate love between Isolde and Jerron brings tears to my eyes no matter how many times I see it. Hmm. I suppose. ...? If he was going to be sarcastic, Ascal decided he might as wellmit to it fully. Emotional lines I cant rte to, a clichd story with no twist. If I were to give it a rating, Id say 3 out of 100. You madman! The audience gasped. Ascal chuckled dismissively, ignoring the spectators. Truth be told, he was somewhat provoking them on purpose. A headline like Empire Official Ascal Embroiled in Violence in tomorrows paper wouldnt be so bad. Everyone should leave. Seris performance is up next. Is it that time already? Listen, consider yourself lucky. Its rare to find someone who insults Isolde and Jerron, the fist of this empire, and still remains unharmed. It was a strange urrence. As if they had all made a pact, the audience began to depart like the ebbing tide. There were not many to begin with, but now only two or three remained. At that moment, a girl with red hair appeared from offstage. Booooo. Jeers from the audience filled the room. The girl paused briefly, ncing at the seats, before beginning her performance. It was a one-woman show. Better than expected? There was something... pure about the girls acting. Without overdoing it, she narrated the story with restrained emotions, yet her delivery was persuasive. How can it be so boring? I cant bear this any longer. Im leaving. Thest remaining members of the audience left, but the girl continued her performance, clearly engrossed in her act. To be honest, it wasnt the most captivating performance. However,pared to the earlier tacky show, this felt more deserving of the title art. Ascal appreciated the girls monologue. When the sheep remain silent, I speak. I say that a wolf has already appeared within the fence, and it will prey on the poor first. It was good. Her measured tone, everything was just right. Yet, it made him incredibly drowsy. Sleepy, of all things? Ascal suffered from insomnia. And this girls voice was the perfect cure. As if coffee had been poured directly into his brain, forcing it awake, his active mind began to shut down the moment it heard the soothing voice of the girl. One sheep, two sheep... Sleep... Im falling asleep... Ascals eyes closed, and he was instantly embraced by slumber. It was a most satisfying sleep. **** The curtain fell on Seris performance. Yet, there was no sound of apuse. It was usual for not even a single audience member to remain, let alone for apuse to ring out. At times like these, Seri felt like sinking into the floor. Born into a noble family, Seri felt she had found her calling the first time she experienced a performance. She sincerely wanted to be an artist. An artist who wrote and performed her own scripts. However, reality was cruel. No one seemed to understand her art. Seri looked out with lifeless eyes at the empty seats. No one in front, no one behind, looking back at her... Is there... someone? But in the middle of the audience, a handsome man dressed in a ck coat and wearing a half-mask was seated. He seemed deeply engrossed in the aftermath of the performance, eyes closed, savoring the lingering emotions. After a while, the man opened his eyes. It was a splendid performance. His voice was clear, as if he had just woken from a brief nap. ...Youre lying, arent you? Lying? Until now, no one has ever praised my performance. You must surely be here to mock me. Are you from Rosannas side? Or Suna? Really? Of all the performances Ive seen, yours was the best. Perhaps everyone else is blind. He wasnt lying. In fact, today was the first time Ascal had watched a performance here. And honestly, Seris performance wasnt bad at all. If only it hadnt made him drowsy. Really? I, the Prince of the Night, swear on my name that its the truth. Ascal lowered his voice, deciding to nip Seris incessant questioning in the bud. I finally have someone. Someone who understands my art. Even if its just one person, with that understanding, I... Seri felt as if tears might fall. Will you be able toe to my performance again tomorrow? Of course, I will. Ascal, feeling fully recharged from his brief nap earlier, spoke. It had been a while since he felt this refreshed. He must definitelye again next time. **** Your Highness, we have reports on the Her Royal Highness whereabouts. Oddly enough, she seems to frequent the government office these days. Is that so? Are you listening, Your Highness? Would you like me toe backter? No, continue your report. Theres no specific information on Princess Yulias whereabouts. There are only vague reports of someone resembling her at the government office... The government office again? I might need to visit soon. But for now... I have matters to attend to. **** Once again, Ascal, tormented by insomnia, came to watch Seris performance. The moment he heard Seris voice, he was lulled into a deep sleep. And so it went on for several days. Another splendid performance today, Seri. You truly are the worlds greatest actress. Thank you. And... what should I call you? Ascal ran a hand through his gelled-up hair. Commoners typically didnt recognize the faces of those involved in state affairs, but Ascal felt that he had recently gained some notoriety. It was a hassle to be recognized, so Ascal decided to keep his identity a secret. The Prince of the Night. Its a fitting name. Seri savored the name Ascal had given. Watching her, Ascal spoke. It truly pains me to say this, but I dont think I cane to the theater anymore. ...Why? Ive run out of the time allotted to me. He implied his leave was ending. Will we be able to meet again? If fate allows. Thanks to you, my insomnia has been cured, and Ive regained a normal sleep cycle. Ascal turned away. His long, ck cloak billowed behind him as he slowly faded into the darkness. Left alone, Seri kept staring at where he had disappeared, then entered the dressing room. She removed her wig and started wiping off her makeup. Youve been quite full of yourselftely. Got a regr visitor and now youre all high and mighty? Seems so. Who are you to talk down? Have you lost your mind? Hehe, maybe you have gone a bit off the rails? Seri stood up. With her wig off and makeup removed, her bare face somehow looked different. Rosanna staggered backward. She didnt recognize the person before her. Its been fun, more or less. And Ive been satisfied. What the hell are you talking about? I wanted to leave quietly, but theres one thing that bothers me. She snapped her fingers. As if caught in some invisible snare, Rosanna found herself unable to move. Your performance was unbearably boring. What, what are you doing? Stay back! But Im quite generous. How about just one fingernail? Aaaaaaahhhhh! A scream echoed through the dressing room. **** Did you enjoy your outing, Princess Serena? Outing? What are you talking about? I was sincere. Oh, I misspoke. My apologies. Anyway, find someone for me. Who might that be? Look for a ck-haired foreigner who recently entered the country. Hes probably a prince from a nameless small nation. What would you like to do once hes found? Im not sure. Princess Serena, the second princess, spoke. I think he might be my first love. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Brilliant scheme* Is... vacation... really over? Sitting in his office chair and looking up at the ceiling, Ascal muttered to himself. Today, his world crumbled. Today, I prepared peppermint tea to help you change your mood. Lia served the tea. It had been ten days since Ascal had seen her. It was hard to believe, but he was somewhat d to see her. Ascal sipped the just-warm-enough peppermint tea and squinted his eyes. It tasted like toothpaste. Was this an attempt to poison him? On another note, it did snap him back to reality. Did you mix in toothpaste? Seems it wasnt to your taste. Ill prepare something else. As Lia went to make another drink, Ascal checked on the piled-up work. Surprisingly, there was hardly any work umted over the past ten days. There were two reasons for this. Firstly, Kane, the head of department 1, practically handled most of the tasks. The directors job was mostly to enjoy his hobbies and casually interact with the higher-ups, then just stamp approvals when necessary. Secondly, the staff of the Evaluation Department were still in workaholic mode. Some even had deep dark circles under their eyes, roaming around like zombies. Thete nights werent scary for no reason. So, this is the only task I need to handle? Negotiations with Count Luderun. In a nutshell, the state needed to use somend that slightly oveped with Count Luderuns territory. Count Luderun stated that unless dirt gets in his eyes, not even a speck of hisnd could be used. To interpret this, it basically means Pay me a generouspensation. In an era without professional surveying technology, such disputes weremon, and most of them could be resolved with money or power. However, since Count Luderun was not a pro-emperor faction, the empire decided to keep its purse strings tight. Instead, they said, You guys do a good job, so handle this smoothly, and tossed the matter to the Evaluation Department. And to negotiate with someone of a Counts stature, one must be at least of the directors rank. But why do I feel so reluctant to handle this job? Ascal stared nkly out the window. Before seeding or failing at a task, he simply didnt want to work at all. Humans are, after all, creatures of habit. The recent vacation had transformed Ascal into aplete cker. Ive brought you something else to drink. Thanks. With a sense of emptiness, Ascal closed his eyes and took a sip of the tea Lia had prepared. It was pleasantly sweet and slightly thick incredibly delightful. It had been a while since he tasted something this suited to his pte. She should have made this from the start. What tea is this? Its cocoa for toddlers. ...... No wonder it was so sweet. *** The alleyway behind the government office was geographically in a very unique spot. Hidden between buildings and barely visible at a nce, there was a certain coziness to the alley that made it the perfect ce to take a puff from a pipe and gaze up at the sky. In other words, a ce to loaf around. Today, as always, Ascal sought out the alley with his pipe in hand. But today, there were already some early visitors. Devon, still holding a grudge against Director Ascal? Isnt it obvious? In alleys like this, gossip was a frequent urrence. The usual victims were superiors, colleagues, and juniors. And there was an unspoken rule in these gossip spots: the subject of the gossip should never suddenly appear. Hes just a lucky upstart who happened to seed in quick session. Over time, his true colors will show. I respect your opinion. Its not like Im just humoring you because youre the child of a count. Hmph. Time will reveal Im right. Adhering faithfully to the etiquette of gossip, Ascal was taken aback by Devons words. Within Ascals mind, the image of Devon had always been vague. He was just the former manager of Department 2 and came from a noble lineage. However, upon hearing this gossip, Ascals perception of Devon drastically shifted. ''Lucky.'' ''Thats true.'' A rapid riser who achieved sess after sess. It was a Fact. ''Over time, ones true colors will show.'' I truly hope they do. Such a discerning and insightful individual exists, one who can prate the truth? Ascal thought. Such talent must be cherished. *** Negotiate with Count Luderun, you say? Youre the perfect candidate. To negotiate with someone as demanding as Count Luderun, one needs noble blood. Just like you. Youre not wrong... Hmm. Devon, called into the directors office, rigidly listened to Ascals proposal. Despite the significant rank difference between the two, Devon had the backing of a counts lineage. Just as a Pokmon asionally ignoresmands without a trainer badge, one needed a position higher than a vice-minister when one belonged to a counts family. However, nominally, Ascal was Devons superior, so he quietly listened. Seeing a hesitant Devon, Ascal judged that now was the right time to throw his ace. Its a task that requires someone aspetent as you. Ascal used ttery! It was highly effective! For the next 5 minutes, the probability of Devon obeying Ascalsmand increased! If you put it that way, Ill take on the task. Sessfully wooing him, Ascal looked at Devon with satisfaction. And then, he pulled out three leather pouches. Ive prepared these just in case. If the negotiation with the Count bes challenging, take one out. Hmph. I doubt Ill need to use these. Still, I appreciate the gesture. Devon confidently left the directors office. Ascal watched his retreating figure with satisfaction. He had always wanted to try this strategy, reminiscent of the tactic with three pouches given to Zhao Yun in the old Romance of the Three Kingdoms, to be used in times of difficulty. The difference was, instead of written words, these pouches contained items. I have a feeling if I wrote something down, it would lead to a big mess... For the record, the pouches contained trinkets that had nothing to do with negotiation. After all, it was a rule to nurture talent strictly. *** Count Luderuns Mansion: Upon meeting Count Luderun, Devon immediately sensed something was off. From their very first encounter, Count Luderun casually draped one leg over the table in the reception room. You have 3 minutes. Speak. Such a demeanorcked any semnce of dignity. The Luderun family rose to prominence throughmerce. Their background was distinct from Devon, who was born of noble blood. I am here to negotiate. Negotiate? Negotiate-whatever? Listen, young man. Count Luderun took a puff from his pipe and spat phlegm into a bowl. Negotiation is for equals. What do you have to offer for my preciousnd? What youre proposing isnt negotiation. Its begging. Devon unwittingly wiped the sweat that had formed on his forehead. From the start, Count Luderun had no intention of listening to him. He felt overwhelmed. The lives and experiences they had led were entirely different. The pouches that Director Ascal gave me... The thought of the pouch given by Ascal shed across Devons mind. To be honest, he had scoffed when he received the pouch. He believed he could sessfully negotiate without such gimmicks. Devon pulled out the first pouch. Inside was a filled with peppermint, the kind used for brewing tea. Where was he supposed to use something like this? Panic began to set in for Devon. Just as Count Luderun, who had been distracted during their discussion, was about to berate Devon, he paused. The room suddenly fell silent. Peppermint, is it? Bring it here. Breaking the stillness was Count Luderun. In a semi-panic, Devon handed over the peppermint. And as it was brewed into tea, the deep scent of peppermint began to fill the room. Top-grade peppermint. Some detest the smell of peppermint, but to me, theyre all ignorant fools. They dont realize how refreshing this scent is. Count Luderun savored the peppermint tea. His expression softened considerably. Alright. Youve shown some sincerity. Ill listen. Speak up. Somehow, Count Luderuns demeanor had changed. Before the unpredictable Count could change his mind, Devon quickly presented his prepared negotiation proposal. We n to build a watchtower adjacent to yournd, my lord. Your territory is a strategic military location, bordering the territory of the immigrants. If a watchtower is erected, it will not only monitor the immigrants but will also ensure the safety of yournds. Bang! Count Luderun mmed his desk. My territory is safe even without such a watchtower. Did we seem so weak to you that wed rely on something as trivial as that? Devons meticulously prepared proposal had brought about the worst possible oue. The agitated Count Luderun was on the brink of storming out. The the second pouch. Hastily, Devon opened the second pouch given by Ascal. Inside was a toy doll. Wha... What the hell is this? So worked up, even the dialect of his old hometown that hed meticulously suppressed after moving to the capital slipped out. Isnt that a limited-edition doll from the Devon Workshop? Its even a part of the collection I dont have. How did you know I collect these? Greed glinted in Count Luderuns eyes. Devon was taken aback. He hadnt imagined the Count collected dolls, let alone this one. Even more astonishing was the foresight of Director Ascal, who had anticipated the Counts tastes. Once again, sweat trickled down Devons forehead. He wasnt sure if the sweat was because of Count Luderun or because of Director Ascal. When meeting the Count, its only proper I donte empty-handed, isnt it? Hmm. A polite young man you are. Did you time the gift presentation on purpose? You do seem to know how to negotiate. Holding the limited-edition doll, Count Luderun nodded in satisfaction. However, its still problematic. Erecting a watchtower next to my territory essentially means surveilling ournd, doesnt it? Let me be blunt. From the outset, this negotiation was a stretch. The real intention behind the watchtower is to keep an eye on our territory, isnt it? Uh... Well... Its not your fault. Its just those trashy spies. Youve just been used as a pawn. Devon couldnt respond properly to this previously unknown fact. Return and deliver my message. Say you almost seeded in the negotiation, but narrowly missed out. This way, your reputation wont be tarnished, right? The Counts tone was so paternal, it almost made Devon inadvertently nod in agreement. No, I cant just give up here. Yet the oue was still failure. Devon reached for hisst pocket. Inside was a worn-out coin, woefully inadequate as a bribe. Director Ascal! What on earth am I supposed to do with this coin? Devon internally screamed. That coin is! However, Count Luderun showed interest in the coin. He even snatched it from Devons hand to inspect it closely. This is amemorative coin from the empires founding, isnt it? Yes... thats right. To be honest, he didnt know. But he couldnt deny it at this point. Count Luderun gazed into the distance, holding the worn coin, as if lost in old memories, like an elder reminiscing about the past. Back then, I was nobody. A helpless fellow who couldnt even afford bread. Whenever I was near a bakery, intoxicated by the smell, Id vow that one day Id own one. Just that hope was enough for me back then. I see. Devon knew from experience that nodding and empathizing was the best course of action in such moments. I struggled like mad to get to where I am today. But without the help of the previous emperor, I wouldnt be here. Tears welled up in Count Luderuns eyes. It was really... unimaginably tough, but those were happy times... Whats gotten into this guy? Devon couldnt grasp the unfolding situation. Count Luderun wore a faint smile. You cunning devil. Handing this to me. Youre reminding me of my early days, arent you? Damn it, I cant read him. Devon decided to y along. Youve seen right through me. To be honest, Im not too fond of the current empire. But the previous emperor probably wouldve wanted a watchtower here. He always cared deeply for thisnd. Devon nodded, a reflexive reaction. Very well. Devon of Hrundel, youve managed to persuade this stubborn old man. Heres your permit. Count Luderun pulled out a parchment and stamped it with his seal. It was a permit granting the use of thend. Thank you, Lord Count. Dont thank me, I should be the one expressing gratitude. Honestly, Devon still couldnt figure out how things had yed out. He could only think of one person. Just how much... and from where... did you n this... Ascal Debrue? You genuinely terrify me. **** Ascal had heard the news of Devons sessful negotiation. Just as sharp-eyed as ever, an invaluable talent. He shouldve been in a director position instead of me. But it was not toote now. Lets board the train together. The express train to promotion... Tsk Tsk Tsk. Which final destination was Hell. [TN: Brilliant scheme: The original chapters title was (geum-nang-myo-gye) which actually is an old Chinese idiom, originated from Luo Guanzhongs novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Here the author actually takes reference from the original story which goes like this: In the Kingdom of Wu, the renowned general Zhou Yu defeated Cao Caos mighty army at the Battle of Red Cliffs, thanks to the ingenious strategy of Zhuge Liang. However, Zhou Yu felt threatened by Liu Beis ambition and Zhuge Liangs brilliance. As a result, he tried to eliminate them on several asions but failed each time. Finally, he deceived Liu Bei by promising to marry him to the younger sister of the King of Wu, Sun Quan, luring him to Wu and then taking him hostage in an attempt to reim the territory of Jingzhou. Zhuge Liang, who saw through Zhou Yus intentions, entrusted the protection of Liu Bei on his journey to Wu to Zhao Yun. He gave Zhao Yun three silk pouches filled with strategies, saying, Unfold and execute one whenever you face a crisis. During emergencies, Zhao Yun took out the strategies one by one from the pouches to ovee challenges. Thanks to the strategy in the Golden Lock n, Liu Bei genuinely married Sun Quans younger sister, escaped the pursuit of Wus army, and safely returned to Jingzhou. You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Chapter 19: The Hoe A sense of difort settled in Ascal. In his office, leaning on his desk, Ascal felt as though hed forgotten something. It wasnt gravely important, yet it wasnt trivial either. It felt like hed forgotten something poised at a delicate midpoint Ivee for your approval, Director Ascal. At that moment, someone entered his office. It was Devon. Having seen the report Devon brought, which was impable, Ascal promptly stamped it. Indeed, Devon was a man Ascal had acknowledged. However, there was something slightly unsettling. Ever since sessfully negotiating with Count Luderun, Devon seemed oddly humble toward him. One would think hed be more arrogant after such a feat. Indeed. A rice grows riper, the lower it bows its head, Ascal mused. Devon must have realized something during that time. Satisfied with this realization, Ascals respect for Devon grew more and more. But what Ascal didnt know was... Lost in thought what schemes are you cooking up now, Director Ascal? I fear you too much. Devons regard for Ascal was also growing endlessly. *** In the afternoon, the item Ascal had forgotten returned in an unexpected manner. Came out the man named Ascal! Hey! You cant just barge in like that! A dwarf, with a nose as red as a beet, was causing a ruckus in the office. In his hand, he brandished a weapon. No matter how fiercely the guards rushed in, he broke through them effortlessly. It was like watching a top-performing football yer who likely earns over 10 billion won in sry. Ascal watched, secretly admiring the dwarfs breakthrough abilities. Ascal, Ascal Debrue! Come out at once! But this dwarf He was shouting Ascals name. With an intensity as if summoning an archenemy. Director Ascal, flee! Ill handle this. Please live on and make our Evaluation Department great. An employee from the department 4th stood in front of Ascal, blocking the path with a determined resolve. Wait. Step aside. Ah, Director Ascal? Looking at the department 4th employee who kept calling out his name, Ascal had an expression of disbelief. Does he want to give away my lost possession? Nevertheless, the reason Ascal stepped forward was that the weapon in the dwarfs hand looked eerily familiar. Its curved silhouette, reminiscent of a pastoral ambiance, was both familiar and rustic. It was a hoe. The very one he had lost at Viscount Yoricks territory not long ago. Realizing what he had lost and forgotten made Ascal feel refreshed. It felt like a piece of meat, stuck between his teeth all day, had finally been dislodged. Come out! Ascal! The dwarf kept screaming. His voice sounded like someone who just narrowly missed out on a subsidy application. Ascal stared intently at the dwarf. ording to the Imperial Encyclopedia, the dwarf race was known to be stubborn. It was an absolute fact. It was not racial prejudice at all. In other words, thismotion wouldnt end until he found him. Otherwise, the entire Imperial Guard might swarm in. I am Ascal. Ascal stepped forward confidently. Di-Director? The employees, who had been desperately trying to block the dwarf, were taken aback. However, to Ascal, the dwarf didnt appear dangerous at all. Every now and then, the dwarf would look at the hoe he held with fondness in his eyes. Oh!!!! I finally get to see it!!!!! The dwarf approached withrge strides. And just as he was about to say something, Ascal interjected. Im not selling the hoe. Why????? The dwarfs face fell in an instant. **** There was a slight misunderstanding, but he was a valuable guest from afar. Ascal guided the dwarf to a guest seat in his office. We have coffee and tea. What would you like? Hot coffee, of course. Straight, no sugar. The dwarf downed the steaming strong coffee. Making a face as he did. Was his throat made of steel? Ah, this is the taste. It wakes the brain right up. After enjoying his coffee, the dwarf introduced himself. Ie from Stonehead in the north. You can call me Dugrim. Im Ascal Debrue, the Director of the Imperial Evaluation Department. Its a pleasure to meet you, Dugrim. Hmm. Dugrim, rummaging in his backpack like a mountain climber, ced a dagger wrapped in a sheath on the table. Take a look. Well, a bribe on our first meeting might be a bit... But Dugrim spoke with an incredulous tone. In the dwarf culture, we have a custom of showing our belongings to one another during our first meeting. Its not a bribe. My apologies. Ascal felt remorse. Lately, he had encountered so many unusual characters that his sense of what was normal had shifted. Take a look. Ascal examined the dagger Dugrim had handed him. To him, it looked like just any other dagger. Hmm... its a dagger. I suppose it doesnt catch your eye. Youve seen many, havent you? Now, show me something of yours. But he had nothing special to show. The hoe was with the dwarf. In his quandary, Ascal fetched a sword hanging on his office wall. It was a famous de gifted to him by the emperor. Dugrims eyes changed upon seeing the sword. May I take a closer look? Please, feel free. Holding the sword, Dugrim first checked its weight and bnce like a true craftsman. Then, he ran his fingers along the de. You have used very high-quality steel. Its rare to find something this exquisite outside of the Imperial Pce. Recognizing the imperial de with just a nce, Dugrim truly had a sharp eye, fitting for a dwarf. The hilt is quite nice too. The details are impressive, and the leatherwork is exceptional. Such craftsmanship indeed matches the quality of my dagger. The dwarf handed the sword back to Ascal. Im impressed. For someone your age to possess such a piece, the future must seem daunting. Im actually a bit envious. Um... there seems to be a misunderstanding. Misunderstanding? Its not a sword I made. You little... For the first time in his life, Ascal saw a dwarf spewing expletives. **** It took Ascal nearly half an hour to calm the dwarf, whose face had turned as red as a volcano. I admit my words might have been somewhat misleading. Im relieved the misunderstanding is resolved. How did youe to possess that hoe? True to his dwarf nature, which favored straightforwardness, Dugrim replied immediately. I was visiting the territory of an old friend of mine, Yorick, and while I was there, I thought Id help with some farming. I found this while working in the fields. Seemed like something used for digging, so I gave it a try. And would you believe it? I felt this was clearly revolutionary. Watching Dugrim admire the tool as if he were a home shoppingwork host, Ascal felt a swell of pride. It reminded him of the emotion he felt when a foreigner praised bibimbap. So, let me ask again. Would you consider selling that hoe to me? Of course, Im not asking for it for free. With that, Dugrim upended a backpack, almost as tall as his upper body, spilling out numerous iron-made items onto the desk. These are all handcrafted items Ive made. Each one holds significant value, I assure you. How about trading all these for the hoe? Um... To anyone, it seemed like a profitable trade. Exchanging just one hoe for all of these crafts made by a dwarf himself. However, Ascal felt a strange unease. Why do I feel this way? Its as if someone is pouring out all their cards just to exchange for one rare card... Just then, someone appeared from behind. Ascal barely held back a startled jump. May I have a word? It was Lia. Before he realized, she had finished her errand and entered the office. Whos thisdy? This is Lia, my secretary. Youll be speaking with her from now on. Now on, youll be speaking with mywyer from. The reason Ascal readily relinquished his seat was because hepletely trusted Lias abilities. Since bing his official secretary, Lia had be more proactive. To rify, Mr. Dugrim, youre interested not merely in the hoe but in this hoe and the exclusive rights to its development, correct? ...! Ascal was taken aback. He hadnt imagined the deal had such implications hidden within. In his defense, it wasnt hard to catch, but he hadnt expected a dwarf known to be hasty but honest and warm-hearted to have such an ulterior motive. You have a wise secretary there. Youre right. What I want is not just the hoe, but its exclusive rights as well. Dugrim discreetly hid the contract he had brought with him. And you value this hoe quite highly, dont you, Mr. Dugrim? I cant deny it. Dwarves couldnt lie. More urately, they dislike it. They might omit details, but they wont lie if directly questioned. Lia actively used this to her advantage. Director, you seem reluctant to sell the hoe. May I ask why? Ascal pondered. The reason wasnt clear. If he had to put it into words, it might be the anxiety of predicting the snowball effect once the hoe an object from another world was released to the public. Lia, do you think selling this hoe is beneficial for us? I believe so. Then I leave this deal in your hands. With that, Ascal left the office. Hmm, was that cool of me? In truth, he had always intended to sell the hoe at some point. The initial n was after he would left the Evolution Department, but advancing the timeline a bit wouldnt hurt. Plus, showing that he trusts Lia was a bonus. By the time he returned from a brief pipe smoke outside, the negotiation had already concluded. Lia remained expressionless, while Dugrim, with a hardened face as if he had been dealt a heavy blow by her, stamped the contract. You truly have... a terrifying secretary, he remarked. ncing over the contract, it appeared grossly one-sided. ''What have you done, Lia?'' **** Director-nim! The hoe is bing trendy among the youngsterstely! ...Why? Something about eco-friendly green lifestyles, I dont know. Ive got one myself! Could you sign it for me? Sushia held out the hoe she had personally acquired. Its handle was pink. Seeing it wasnt a big deal, he signed it. Yay! Im going to show off to my friends! Thank you, Director-nim! After returning from a vacation in the Kalii Kingdom, Sushia, slipping back into her usualzy demeanor, donned her hat and left for the day. Trends were frightening. Everyone seemed to bring their hoe for a signature. After signing a few, Ascal, finding it tedious, began to avoid everyone in sight. But thest person was unexpected. Director-nim, could you... sign mine too? Lia approached hesitantly, presenting her hoe. Really? You too? Of course. For anyone else, he might have declined, but granting Lias request was always advantageous. He signed hers with more care than the others. Thank you. Lia, for some inexplicable reason, seemed pleased as she took her signed hoe and hurriedly left. It was an odd day. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Insomnia is a disease that can recur at any time. But! Youre in luck. Because youre visiting me, Gilbert, the second most renowned physician in the empire. ...... If you drink this medicine, youll fall asleep instantly. Ascal eyed the doctor suspiciously. This was an era where the touch healing of priests, potions, and healing magic existed. Thanks to magic, some areas of the empire had advanced beyond modern standards. However, medicine was not one of them. In a ce where jesters could stick a needle in someone''s hand once and were immediately hailed as doctors, that was the current state of imperial medicine. May I inquire about the ingredients of the medicine? Hmm. Normally, I dont disclose the form to outsiders but... Having been in public service for a long time, Ascal could sense the underlying opportunity in Gilberts tone. Ascal ced a shining silver coin on the desk. In a sh, Gilbert pocketed it. His sleight of hand was impressive; it hinted he might be skilled in surgery. But! For the sake of my patients, theres nothing I wont share! This sleeping pill consists of a devils herb, mixed magic stone powder, animal tranquilizer, and chamomile. All personallypounded by me, a medical doctor. I see. Ill be taking my pet goldfish for a walk then. Wait! Dear patient! Ascal didnt want to sleep forever. So he quickly excused himself. In the empire, it might be best not to visit hospitals. **** Its time to return as the Prince of the Night. Ascal applied oil to his hair, donned a ck cloak, and put on the half-mask he had purchased from the flea market at the outskirts. Despite the vendor trying to mark up the price iming its antique value, he had managed to buy it at a bargain after some intense haggling. He looked like a figure entirely draped in ck. Using a silver mirror, Ascal checked his appearance and felt a hint of embarrassment. If Sushia were to see him like this... How mortifying. She must never discover me like this. Ascal cast a self-hypnotic spell. You must respect me. I am the Prince of the Night. The observer who oversees the night, the mastermind of darkness... Perfect. After mumbling the self-hypnosis like a mantra for a while, Ascal finally immersed himself entirely in his role as the Prince of the Night. Its time for the night to wee its master. As Ascal swirled his cloak and stepped outside, he paused. The hem of his cloak got caught in the door. After struggling for a moment, he finally freed the hem. It was a close call. **** The Empires Second Princess, Serena Barba, had been in quite a sour moodtely. She was originally a sensitive person, but recently she had be so low-key that even the maids close to her started to notice the change in her. Your Highness. What is it? Serena, sitting askew in her chair, tapped on the armrest, a silent expression of her displeasure. Weve found him. The ck-haired prince who recently visited the empire. Really? Serenas face lit up. Her mood instantly brightened. He will be visiting us shortly. Really? Im not looking weird now, am I? No stray hairs, eyebrows well-groomed? Yes, you look impable. No, I should do it over. Starting with the dress. With a fluttering heart, Serena inspected her attire. It was crucial to appear natural during their first meeting. Not too much, yet notcking either. With the help of her maid, Serena, deeming herself to be in perfect condition, sat calmly in her chair, waiting. Do I look alright? Yes, you look absolutely beautiful, Your Highness. Three minutes passed. Is the lipstick a bit too bold? Should I redo it? No, its fine. Another five minutes passed. No, this isnt the right dress for our first meeting. I want to change. Just as Serena was about to stand up to change her outfit, she had no choice but to stop. The guest had already arrived. The prince is entering! The doors were slowly opening. Serena nervously fiddled with her ears as she awaited the door to fully open. It had been a while since she felt this anxious. Hmm. I didnt realize the princess was looking for me. And there appeared the ck-haired prince. With a deep gaze, the prince smiled graciously at Serena. Why were you looking for me? Oh, dont be shy. Youre as beautiful as Ive heard. Flowing like silk, her stunning red hairplemented her pale skin, and eyes that seemed crafted from rubies. The prince openly admired the princesss appearance. Princess? Serena, without uttering a word, looked up at the prince. Its not you, she whispered. What do you mean? His chubby cheeks glistened, as if he had only ever dined on the mostvish foods. An air of navet surrounded him, suggesting he had never experienced hardship. The expensive clothes,den only with expensive gems, were of colors so bright they hurt the eyes. They betrayed an absoluteck of artistic sense. This prince was not the one she was searching for. A coldness settled in Serenas crimson eyes. Leave. How rude, Princess. This could escte into a serious diplomatic incident... I said leave. His body stiffened, as if being watched by a snake. With a gasp, the prince stumbled backward, then bolted out, kicking the door in his haste. Noe, you brought the wrong person? I will ept any punishment you see fit. ...Haa. No, thinking about it, finding such a person couldnt have been that easy. Serena heaved a sigh. This had be somewhat troublesome. The prince who had just left was, after all, merely a prince of a small ind nation. Even weaker in status than a baron of the empire. The chances of this escting to a diplomatic issue, as he had suggested, were close to nil. The real issuey elsewhere. How can I see him again? An answer came to her. Thats right. Lets hold another y. The Prince of the Night seemed to have a fondness for the arts. If we do that, he wille back. The princess smiled. **** Ascal felt an eerie chill as he walked the streets at night. Despite his thick cloak, he hadnt expected to feel this cold... Regardless, he had a destination in mind. ''Moonlight Theatre.'' After turning at the three-way intersection, a familiar alley appeared. In that ce, the wandering musician was still ying his music. Ah, sir! Ascal flipped a coin towards him. This time, it was a silver coin. Whoa! This is too generous. Not at all. Thanks to the troupe you told me about, I had a wonderful experience. Is that so, sir? Then, have you heard the news? What news are you talking about? The words from the wandering musician were shocking. The Moonlight Theatre has failed. Due to financial hardships, they can no longer sustain the troupe. This couldnt be. Ascal, suppressing his initial reaction, responded in character as the Prince of the Night. Ah, so the unfortunate moment has finallye. Its truly saddening that the troupe which stirred my emotions has met such a tragic end. Still, they mustve been happy to have been able to perform for you, sir. Perhaps I can rmend another troupe that might touch your heart? Please do. Who knows? Maybe he would encounter someone else capable of curing his insomnia. With a hint of anticipation, Ascal went to the troupe the musician had rmended. . . . . Ah! Isolde! You are truly beautiful! Not Isolde again? Ascal patiently waited, hoping to see that girl from the other troupe once more. However, The y was merely an assault on the ears, and no matter how long he waited, that girl never appeared. If anything, the little sleepiness he felt vanished entirely, leaving Ascals eyes bloodshot. I must find her. He began to wander the streets at night. He was very tired. Yet sleep eluded him. It felt like he could die. Please... save me. Where the hell are you? At this rate, hed be more of a ghost of the night than its prince. He drifted from one troupe to another for a while, but he never saw that girl. I want to see. I want to hear. That girls voice. He still couldnt forget. Upon hearing the first note, the girls soft voice had naturally lulled him to sleep, as if ying theta brainwaves. It felt like she was the very embodiment of a siren. If Id known, I wouldve at least asked for her name... Regret filled him for leaving so abruptly to maintain his cool demeanor. Sighing deeply, Ascal headed into a theatre where the lights were still on, clutching at straws. And then. Upon seeing the girl on the stage, he instantly knew. It was her. Ive found her! My remedy for sleep. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Serena stretched out her legs. With the umted tension throughout her body easing, a faint moan escaped her lips. Even with the powerful background of being an imperial princess, the anxiety before this performance was her kryptonite. Seri. Are you ready? Yes, Ill be out soon. Serena had taken a liking to this troupe. It wasnt as big as the Moonlight troupe, but the facilities werent bad, and the people were kind. It felt like a true family. Above all, they would provide opportunities for anyone, as long as they had talent. Serena spread out the script onest time before her performance. When she was with the Moonlight Theater, she had performed with scripts she had written herself. It was a sort of stubbornness. She believed she could write stories far superior to these clichd love stories. She also naively thought that the general audience would recognize and appreciate her superior narratives. -But the public was cold-hearted. They wouldnt waste their time on a nd and uninteresting story concocted by a young girl. They came to watch validated, entertaining stories. Serena knew that fact now. Yet, she still believed her story held a unique piece of artistry. Most importantly, there was one person who proved that to her. That was all that mattered. Now, Lets give the audience a delightful smile. With that thought, Serena opened the script. Isolde and Jerron was one of the most famous tales in the empire. She could probably recite every line without looking. But as with all popr ys, each troupe adds their own twist to Isolde and Jerron. She just had to remember those specific changes. Serena opened the first page. . Serenas arm trembled as she held the script. Serenas mother, the Empress, died when Serena was just six. It was a sudden death. Isolde and Jerron was a love story between two people from different families. It was a story that touched hearts by showing an impossible love bing possible in the end. However, Isoldes childhood was only briefly touched upon in the narrative, without much depth. It was considered a boring part of the story. But for Serena Seri? Its about to start. Just... give me a moment. Serena took a deep breath and turned to the next page. Enough. Her heart raced uncontrobly. In agony, Serena gritted her teeth and flipped the page. Upon realizing this, Isolde stopped engaging in faux love affairs. She coldly received the roses from knights, and sheughed off proposals from the sons of great nobles. Isolde knew she was a pretender. Confessing love to another pretender only confirms that she, too, was a fake. -Isolde often found herself staring at the railing. Seri! Seri! The y has started! ...Yes. Pulled away from the script, Serena finished her makeup and headed to the stage. The role she was to y was Isolde. **** The Breeze Troupe was a small theaterpany. Yet, every time there was a performance, the seats would always be filled with loyal patrons. Their talented actors andpelling scripts made it possible. Apologies! Due to an issue with makeup, the performance will be slightly dyed! The theater director bowed deeply in apology. The audience, seeming understanding, pped in response. After a short while, the stage props were prepared, and the actors began to make their appearances. Todays Isolde will be yed by our neer, Miss Seri. Although shes a rookie, she possesses exceptional acting skills. Please watch her performance with keen interest. The theater director bowed once more and exited the stage. Click. The lights went out. The stage was plunged into darkness. Now, it was the actors time. And in that enveloping darkness, a man wearing a mask was watching the stage intently. **** The atmosphere on stage was thickening. Seris co-stars performance wasnt bad. The audiences reactions were positive. It was the first time receiving such enthusiastic feedback. Yet, something felt like it was just one step short. The actor ying Jerron knelt down. It was the part where he talked about their childhood, confessing his love. Isolde, do you remember? When we were little, I promised to give you a diamond ring. Instead of a diamond, I had picked up a pebble from the riverbank and given it to you. A yful smile tugged at the corner of Jerrons lips, which soon turned serious. Do you know the meaning of a diamond? Unchanging love. From the days when Isolde and Jerron were childhood friends, much time had passed. They were no longer children. Yet Jerron was still speaking of that day. From his pocket, Jerron pulled out a ring. Adorned with a shining diamond. Run away with me, Isolde. It was the highlight. With that, Jerron confessed that from that day onward, he had loved her unwaveringly. Isolde realized that only Jerron truly loved her, and they disappeared together into the sunset. That was the ending. It was time for the final act. Isolde slowly turned around, walking barefoot along the riverbank. With every step, she reminisced about the past. The audiences breaths grew shorter. Jerron, I am Turning her back, Isolde was facing the audience. In the end, Seri couldnt fully immerse herself as Isolde. The Prince of the Night didnte. ...Huh? Isolde let out a surprised sound. A man in a ck cloak, wearing a half-mask, was present. He was in the audience. Seri transformed back into Isolde. Isolde? From behind, the voice of the actor ying Jerron called out. There was a hint of confusion in his tone. However, Isolde didnt look in that direction. She was gazing at the audience. Where the Prince of the Night sat. Seri inquired, How does my performance look to you now? The Prince of the Night bowed his head. He didnt even open his eyes. As if he was asleep. Chilled by his cold response, she froze. But she couldnt stop here. Isolde raised her voice. So this isnt enough? Liar. You said youde to watch me, but you broke your promise. Isolde removed the wig from her makeup. Beneath it, her natural red hair was revealed. With a sleeve, she wiped away her makeup, unveiling her true face. Taking a step toward the audience, Seri confronted a groundbreaking moment. Shouldnt we stop her? The director asked with concern. The theatre owner shook his head. Let it be. Its best not to interfere with an actors improvisation... This might just be legendary. The distance was just two steps. Seri looked at the Prince of the Night. Complex emotions filled her eyes. With a burst of anger, she eximed, Liar! I really hate you! Murmurs rippled through the audience. Everyone was in turmoil. Was this an agreed-upon direction in advance? An actor confronting the audience was unprecedented. And who was that masked man? An arranged actor? The man with his eyes open gazed silently at Seri. Though he spoke not a word, there was something captivating about him. ...Too noisy. His words were cold. The voice carried an undertone of irritation. Seri looked at the audience. They were all overwhelmed. It felt as though a nail had been driven into their hearts. But she couldnt back down now. Seri took a step and ced her hand on her chest in a gentle gesture. I love you. Lets leave together. ...... Silence ensued. Seri looked into the Prince of the Nights eyes. Those eyes, they scorned her. It was as if they conveyed he never imagined she could be such a person. Why? And the Prince of the Night stood up. Dont go. You... you... She wanted to call out his name. But she didnt know it. She didnt know his true identity. The Prince of the Night began to walk away. That was the end. Seri reached out her hand, but she couldnt grasp him. She had crossed a line. To him, who loved art, what on earth had she done? Was this not art, but merely a tantrum? Strength drained from her legs. No... no. I... I dont even have the right to hold him. Seri, sitting down in her hesitation, couldnt hold back her tears. And for a long while, she sat there crying. Sob... sniff... ahhhhh! No one could approach her in such a state. For princess Serena Barba, the Second Princess of the Empire... It was her first love and her first heartbreak. **** Wow. That was a close call. Ascal, who had hastily run away to a spot out of sight from the theater group, caught his breath. He had run so hard that his heart raced. Her voice served as a luby, and he was soon sound asleep. Suddenly, it grew noisy. Opening his eyes, the actress ying Isolde stood before him. His throat was sore, perhaps from sleep talking. And when Isolde suddenly removed her wig, revealing her true identity... he nearly passed out. The sleeping pill turned out to be the Second Princess. He recognized her face instantly. A woman with red hair who ys theater as a hobby. It was none other than Serena Barba, the Second Princess of the Empire. And depending on ones perspective, Serena was a minefield, perhaps even more so than Yulia. How could Serena everpete with someone nearly superhuman like Yulia? It was because of her horrifyingly relentless determination and tenacity. In the original work, Serena managed to corner Yulia sessfully. Though she ultimately failed in the end. Anyway. Its fortunate Im wearing this mask. Truly. Even with the lighting, it was a rtively dark night, and he was d in a thick coat and a half mask. Even if Serena had sharp eyes, it would be difficult for her to recognize him. Even if they identally metter on. Yawn... But why on earth did Serena say those words to him? Was it ad-lib? The one silver lining was that, thanks to all this, he did manage to get some sleep. He felt he would be refreshed for work the next day. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Undercover Tap, tap. Swish. The office was silent. The only sounds were the asional movement of a pen on paper and the sipping of tea. The ambiance was so soothing, one could record it and sell it as a premium white noise collection. "This won''t do." Ascal stood up with an energy reminiscent of a major corporation CEO pulling a sword. Lia nced briefly at him, then looked away. It was one of his frequent outbursts. "We need to return to our roots." He had been living too honestly. Going to work, working, eating,ing home, feeding Fer, sleeping, and then doing it all over again the next day. This was problematic. It was like he was just an ordinary official. He needed to actively struggle against this mundane routine. So that he could break free from the relentless flow of time that slowly led to an inevitable promotion. "Lia. Bring that to me." "Are you talking about the cathedral construction file?" The mark of an excellent secretary had many criteria, but for Ascal, the most important was understanding him perfectly even when he spoke ambiguously. In that regard, Lia was exceptionallypetent. Even when he just said ''that'', she knew exactly what he meant. As Ascal nodded, Lia brought the documents rted to the cathedral construction. Although there had been various tasks recently, this ''cathedral construction'' was undoubtedly the most significant. It had been on his desk for a while, but he had procrastinated due to the pressure. That was because, even in this fantasy world that resembled the medieval times, the church wielded immense power. In some respects, it was even more terrifying than the original medieval period. With just one prayer, a paralytic could walk again. Witnessing this would make one donate their entire fortune to the church. And then they''dpletely give up on their life, banking everything on the afterlife. Moreover, the empire''s state religion, ''The Church of the Stars,'' preached that depending on the tithes offered during one''s lifetime, they''d get a better ce in the afterlife. To add to this, if one brought a friend to the church, their believer level would rise. And if that friend brought another friend, their rank would go up again... ''Is this some kind of multi-level marketing?'' Anyway, The Church of the Stars recently wanted to build a new cathedral. And they entrusted the empire with its construction. The church had a lot of money.Naturally, many construction guilds, hungry for that lucrative opportunity, jumped at the chance to work on the cathedral''s construction. And among those guilds, the question was, which one would be chosen? This was the task that Ascal, the current main head of the Evaluation Department, needed to address. "Lia. Weren''t there originally about ten guilds? Why are there only two left?" "After investigating, I excluded the phantom guilds, those with poor performance, or those entangled in corruption." Lia had essentially done a preliminary screening. ''Tsk.'' He had, of course, intended to pick the most established guild for him, but now that option was limited. In the end, only two guilds remained. ''Golden Hammer'' and ''Blue me''. Ascal read the report Lia had prepared. Golden Hammer was a promising guild with several verified achievements, solid capital, and manpower. Any sane person would typically choose this guild. Blue me was an emerging guild that had recently gained recognition. While smaller in scale than Golden Hammer, it had a rather impressive portfolio. No matter how he looked at it, either choice seemed right. Ascal pondered. But. What if he threw his weight around a bit? Currently, he held the esteemed position of the main head of the Empire''s Evaluation Department and was a sessful 5th-grade official. In other words, he was in a position where he could flex his power legally. "Lia. Send a message to both guilds. Ask each to construct one building. The guild with the better structure will be awarded the cathedral construction." "Understood." Of course, no manpower or funds would be provided. Neither would there be any specifications for the building. They would have to handle everything under the most unreasonable conditions. With this, the te was wiped clean, and he would surely be infamous as an ipetent and greedy official. It was a perfect n. *** "Both guilds have epted the offer." "?" Why would they agree to such terms? A few dayster, after hearing Lia''s report, Ascal''s eyes widened in disbelief. "Did you tell them they won''t receive any support until the projects areplete?" "Yes. It seems it has only fueled theirpetitive spirits." That was impossible. There must have been some mimunication. Ascal finished donning his coat, preparing to leave. "I think I need to pay them a visit." "Please wait a moment. I''ll prepare to apany you." "No. I''ll handle this trip alone." Who knows what she might interfere with if shees along. Ascal preemptively cut off Lia. "...Understood." For some reason, Lia looked somewhat disheartened. *** This trip was to be conducted in undercover. He needed to hide his identity as an imperial official and investigate any behind-the-scenes schemes the guilds might have. To do that, Ascal first needed to find a carriage to go there. "Where are you going?" "To Severin." "I''ll get you there safely and swiftly." Reassured by the trustworthy old coachman''s words, Ascal climbed into the carriage. The seat, seemingly upholstered with expensive leather, feltfortably soft against his behind. "What brings you to Severin?"However, there was a problem. Regardless of the era, coachmen sure loved to chat. If one got the chatty ones, they''d regale them with everything from current events to their life stories, tormenting passengers with a full-course conversation until their destination. For his part, Ascal preferred to simply close his eyes and rest until he arrived. Still, he couldnt disregard the older man''s attempts at conversation. "I''m going to assist with some construction work." "Ah, I heard the Star Church is building a grand cathedral recently. Is that what you''re referring to?" "Yes." The coachman seemed pleased with the topic. "My son is actually from a prominent guild. So, I know a thing or two." "Oh? Is that so?" His son graduated from this prestigious university, he was an executive in a renownedpany, and he was a high-ranking official. Such bragging was a staple in coachmens repertoire. At the rate they spoke, one would think gathering all the coachmen''s sons would be enough to run an entire country. Ascal decided to employ the ''listen with one ear, ignore with the other'' tactic. "What do you think about the current political scene?" "Uh..." ''Suddenly, politics?'' This was unexpected. Ascal almost choked on his spit. "I dont mean to be disrespectful, but isn''t the emperor''s health deteriorating? It seems like he should be considering a sessor." "Um... Indeed?" "Who do you support?" This was a dilemma. Cold sweat started to form on Ascal''s brow. This was like being stuck between a rock and a hard ce. If he chose the wrong answer... ''Get down.'' ''Yes?'' Why would I let a dimwit with such opinions ride in my carriage? I might need to sprinkle some holy water to cleanse it.'' The situation could escte into something horrifying. After pondering for a moment, Ascal replied, "Who do you support, sir? I''m curious to know your esteemed opinion."In such situations, it was always wise to first listen to the other person''s opinion. "Obviously, it has to be the Crown Prince, right? He holds a solid standing as the heir, and he''s the eldest. Naturally, the Crown Prince should seed the throne." ''Wait, if he had already made up his mind, why did he ask in the first ce?'' Ascal looked at the coachman with a hint of disbelief. "Still, all the princesses are remarkably talented as well. It wouldn''t be odd for any of them to seed. Personally, I''d love to see an empress before I die..." "Oh... I see. I feel the same way." The old man''s thoughts were difficult to follow. Before they knew it, they had arrived in Severin. Ascal quickly shed his coat and changed into the discreet attire he had prepared. From here on, he needed to keep his identity hidden, much like an undercover agent. Fortunately, he didn''t need to search to find where the guildpetition was taking ce. Upon setting foot in Severin, he instantly noticed theborers shouting out instructions. "Workers of the Golden Hammer,e this way!" "Blue mes, over here!" They seemed swamped with preparations. Ascal approached and observed. As per the reports, the Golden Hammer had rtively upscale equipment, and their work attire looked sophisticated. On the other hand, the Blue mes looked shabbier but emanated a fierce determination. "You there! Why are you dilly-dallying? Time''s a-wasting." "Me? Are you referring to me?" "Who else? You''re exasperating! If you''re here to work, hurry up and get dressed. What are you waiting for?" Ascal was mistaken for aborer. Before he could rify, an official from Blue me handed him work clothes and directed him to the construction site. Caught off guard, Ascal found himself blending in with theborers. ''Well, this might actually be a good vantage point for surveince.'' But as days went by, Ascal never seemed to find a moment to leave the construction site. *** "Hey, Carl! Grab a pickaxe and start from there!" "Yes~ Yes! On it right away!" A few dayster, a fully limated Ascal, now drenched in sweat, received a bowl full of hearty stew. The stew, generously filled with chunks of meat, looked nourishing at first nce. Ascal gulped it down straight from the bowl. "Ah! This is the taste!" He was naturally vibing with it. ''It''s quite good, isn''t it?'' Who knows? Maybe this was his true calling after all. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Chapter 23: An Unexpected Identity ng! Swing. The hand that held the pickaxe bore calluses. Even before one wound could heal, another would form and leave an unsightly scar. It was the hand of aborer. The morning air cooled the sweat on his forehead, but it was not entirely pleasant. By afternoon, the scorching sun would surely turn his entire body into a furnace. Yet, Conrad had to keep swinging the pickaxe relentlessly. With every strike, the burdens of reality would fade. He wouldnt feel the pangs of hunger. However, in the end, a single question would always linger in his mind. How long do I have to keep doing this? Conrad had been working at the Blue me site as aborer for over three years. He had be adept at his job and was treated fairly well. Yet, at the end of the day, he was still just aborer. Unweed everywhere. **** Where should I move this stone to? Ah, over to that plot. My pickaxe keeps slipping from my grip. Am I holding it wrong? Yes. With time, youll get used to it. A neer had arrived in Blue me. His name was Carl. Usually, those who were dragged into such work had families to support or debts to pay. They often radiated a strangely somber aura, but Carl was different. Despite being a rookie, he was eager to take the lead. He didnt try to show off his skills and would approach others for guidance when unsure. That was why Conrad didnt like him very much. It felt like he was looking at a reflection of his younger self.No matter how hard one tries, in the end, they just be such a pessimistic old man. "Do you enjoy thisbor?" "Well, it''s not so much that I find it fun, but it''s fulfilling. Even the cold water tastes amazing after the work." "I see. You''re in that phase." "Do you dislike this work, senior?" "I..."Ding-Ding "Everyone gather! It''s lunchtime!" Conrad closed his mouth at the loud bell ringing. "I''m salivating already." "It''s the same meal we always have. What''s so special about it?" "It''s not like that. It tastes good every time. It feels different every time I eat." The two went to get their lunch. Carl dipped the distributed bread into the stew. The bread given out was so hard that it could hurt one''s teeth if eaten as was. That was why it wasmon to melt it in a hot stew and then eat it. "Mmm. It''smb stew today." Seeing Carl enjoying his stew, Conrad felt a twinge of jealousy. He had a wicked desire to dampen the happy-looking Carl''s mood. "Hey, Carl. Do you know?" "Yes?" "We''re all going to be unemployed." "What are you talking about?" Carl looked at him with a puzzled expression. Conrad answered with a smirk. "Well, theres no way the building we made is better than the Golden Hammer. Our guild leader might be frantically trying not to miss out on constructing the cathedral, but it''s a foregone conclusion." "Don''t we need to wait and see?" "You really don''t get it." Conrad looked at Carl with exasperation. "Do you even know who''sing to evaluate this time?" "Who?" "Ascal Debrue, the Sleeping Dragon of the Empire."Conrad pronounced each and every word with emphasis. Sure enough, even a country bumpkin newbie like him recognized the name, as he seemed to be lost for words in surprise upon hearing it. "Even if other officials have narrow views, that Ascal Debrue is bound to evaluate constructions impartially. There''s no way we can win." "You never know. Maybe that Ascal is just lucky and in reality doesn''t know anything... an ipetent..." "Carl!" Conrad believed that, unlike other corrupt officials, Ascal was a genuine one who truly cared for the citizens. Such nder was absolutely! Uneptable. "..." "Haa. You really don''t know the ways of this world, kid. Just one swing of his hand and heads could roll, you know?" "Is that so..." As Carl grew quiet, seemingly lost in thought, Conrad appeared satisfied. Now he must''ve realized the error of his ways. A momentter, a group of workers approached the two. A man with plump cheeks, appearing to be their leader, greeted them warmly. "Oh, Conrad. And the newbie. Since our bellies are full, how about a round of dice for fun?" "You and your gang can keep ying those damned dice games." "Is that so? Too bad. What about you, Carl, was it? What do you say?" "I..." Just then, Conrad whispered into Carl''s ear. "They''re swindlers. If you join in, they''ll rob you of your day''s earnings. Say you''re not interested." The chubby man, seemingly having overheard the whisper, responded with feigned surprise. "Come on, Conrad. You can''t despise people just because you lost some money. Maybe you were just unlucky. What do you say, newbie? We''ve got a special spot open right now." "Hmm, sounds fun." "Carl!" Conrad looked on exasperatedly. Those guys were notorious swindlers in thebor market. They cheated naive people out of their money with rigged dice. Despite his warnings, Carl wasn''t listening. Conrad sighed. Some people just have to get burned to learn. "Alright, alright. This newbie sure has spirit. Come this way."Linking arms with Carl, they disappeared into the gambling den. Feeling responsible, Conrad followed suit. As a senior, it was his duty to at least keep an eye out to prevent any tant scams. **** "1, 1, 1!" "How is this even possible!? How can the best scoree up three times in a row? This is definitely a scam! Check the dice!" "There''s nothing wrong with them? ...What''s this? There''s something off about your dice." "No, no, this is just..." "You cheating scoundrel!" The result was clear. Carl cleaned out the swindling gang''s entire stash. And the scammers, having been exposed, were surrounded by workers and suffered a thorough beating. "You, by any chance, were you a professional gambler?" "No. I just yed, and it turned out this way." Dumbfounded, Conrad stared at the shimmering silver coins in Carl''s hand. He was envious. With that money, one could livefortably for a month... Approaching Conrad with a revived appetite, Carl came bearing gifts. Deer meat jerky, soft bread sprinkled with spices, and fruits drizzled with honey filled his hands. "Let''s eat together." "Carl... Are you an angel?" It was touching. Conrad felt remorse for how harshly he had treated Carl up to now. He took a bite of the jerky. Despite being dried for a long time, it was surprisingly tender. But above all, the meaty vor was no joke. "It''s delicious... So good... I''m not one to easily shed tears, but I''m almost crying." "Indeed! This honey-drizzled fruit just melts in your mouth!" "?" Naturally, an old dwarf with a white beard was munching on the snack. "I saw he looked hungry, so I offered to share." "You really are something..." What sort of rookie was this? Conrad swallowed his words. This disheveled newbie was in trouble if hecked confidence. He seemed as vulnerable as a duckling left at the water''s edge. I need to take responsibility for thisd... help him stand on his own two feet as a worker. Conrad clenched his fist, resolved. Even if this construction job fell through and they became unemployed, he decided he would take thed under his wing and be responsible for him. **** The day has finallye, Robenharf. Ha. I can see your legs shaking from nerves already, Sebenter. Youre one to talk. I can see your shoulders trembling. Its because it''s cold. Just the cold, I tell you. The appointed time had arrived. The two guild masters of the Golden Hammer and Blue me were already sizing each other up. A battle of pride between the two diminutive dwarves. It was a fierce face-off where neither could back down even an inch. So, you finished that grain warehouse? You think with such a tiny, adorable grain warehouse, you can rival the construction of a grand cathedral, Sebenter? Its a state-of-the-art design. Size isnt everything. What did you do all those years as an apprentice? Just waste time? Ha! Have you seen our new town hall? We used marble. Marble. That wasteful, money-draining thing? The two had studied under the same master. Having been rivals since their youth, even now, after establishing themselves, they were infamously at odds. The dwarves, usually pouring insults on each other, suddenly fell silent. They had sensed something. It''s about time Ascal Debrue arrives. You mean the Ascal Debrue who is said to judge things with not even a hair''s breadth of error, possessing perfect vision? To be honest, it''s nerve-wracking. On this, the two agreed. Nothing was as stressful as waiting for someone who held decision-making power over them.****We finally get to see the face of Ascal Debrue. Where did he go? Carl? Did he go to take a dump or something? Conrad looked around for Carl, but he hadnt seen him for a while now. He was around just this morning. He mustve had some urgent business. Anyway, it was a chance to see the famous Director of Evaluation Department, Ascal. From a distance, a carriage could be seen approaching. That must be the imperial carriage... It was evidently a luxurious one at first nce. And then... Someone started to descend from the carriage. Whispers filled the air. Finally pushing through the crowd, Conrad, who had managed to get a closer look, was taken aback by the person who had alighted from the carriage. ...Carl? Ascal Debrue. Until this morning, he was just another man, working alongside Conrad, shoveling dirt. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Chapter 24: The Severin Cathedral "The Director of Evaluation Department, Imperial Official Ascal Debrue!" Conrad swallowed hard. How could he fail to recognize that man? A man with unyielding determination toplete any task assigned to him. A man who could find satisfaction only after seeing things reachedpletion with his own eyes. This man was truly the stature of an Imperial Official. "I''ve been waiting for you, Ascal-nim." The proud Guildmaster of the Golden Hammer, Robenharf, bowed his head. Dwarves were stubborn by nature. Even if someone held their leash, they wouldn''t bow unless they genuinely respected them. Ever since the Hoe incident, Ascal''s reputation had silently spread among the dwarves. "Would you care to see the town hall we''ve built first?" "No, inspect our grain storage first." The Guildmaster of the Blue mes, Seventer, interjected. "There''s a pecking order for a reason. Move aside, you''re at least ten years my junior." "Ten years? That''s hardly an age difference! Learn some give and take. Maybe then you''d lose some of that belly fat." The squabble between the two seemed endless. "Enough." Ascal raised his hand to intervene. The two dwarves instantly fell silent. "We shall start by inspecting the Golden Hammer''s town hall." Robenharf swallowed nervously and led Ascal. Even a craftsman who had hammered for years would inevitably feel tense when faced with an evaluation. Upon reaching the newly built town hall, Robenharf began his exnation. "Look at the beautiful luster reflected by this marble! This marble was mined directly from our quarries. We hand-selected only the ones with matching hues and patterns. If you entrust the cathedral''s construction to us, we''ll create something truly magnificent."Seventer watched in frustration, as if he had been outyed. Clearly, there was a considerable difference in capital between the Golden Hammer and the Blue mes. Just by seeing thevish use of such expensive marble, anyone without architectural knowledge would undoubtedly feel overwhelmed. Robenharf smirked confidently, as if he had already won. "Why did you use marble in the first ce?" "...!" However, the Imperial Official, Ascal, had a different perspective. Upon entering the town hall, he clicked his tongue. "To begin with, the arch is too high. People in the town hall should converse with one another, but with this design, voices will echo too much. Moreover, it might be cool during the summer, but what about the winter? Even if you use a firece, it''ll be wasteful." "Well... that''s..." Robenharf tried to refute, but he couldn''t. The criticisms were too valid. In truth, rather than actually building a ''town hall'', Robenharf''s construction was more akin to a building meant to show off their superior architectural prowess. With such pointed feedback, he found himself at a loss for words. "Moreover." Ascal moved further inside the town hall, pointing to one side. "This section is poorly finished." The marble was uneven. "How... how did you notice..." Robenharf was aghast. In truth, because they were pressed for time, there were tiny imperfections. But Ascal was only human; Robenharf had believed such minor ws would go unnoticed. Robenharf felt a chill run down his spine. Ascal''s observations were as if he had actually been a part of the construction. "I... I concede. There were ws in the town hall we built." That proud dwarf admitted there were ws in his creation. Seventer knew all too well the immense significance of such an admission within dwarf society. A tear rolled down Robenharf''s cheek. Seventer felt the profound emotion behind it. This man is terrifying. And now, it was his turn. Seventer suddenly felt sweat bead on his forehead. This was no longer apetition. It felt as though he was being evaluated by a master from his past. "Now, let''s move on to our grain storage..." Seventer guided Ascal to the grain warehouse. "Unlike the Golden Hammer, we built a functional building. With proper venttion, the interior is divided intopartments, each for storing different grains. The floor isyered with charcoal to keep the grains dry." As he spoke, a renewed confidence surged within Seventer. He puffed out his chest, "Unlike those foolish folks from Golden Hammer, we built a proper structure! The cathedral should, therefore, be built by us, the Blue mes!" Ascal entered the grain warehouse. He calmly inspected it, as if reminded of a familiar hometown. He then pointed at a particr section. "This pir. It has signs of bug infestation." Ascal brushed the wooden pir with his finger. A fine dust fell to the ground, evidence of the bugs'' activity within the small holes. "Weren''t you aware that Severin is especially notorious for wood-eating bugs? At this rate, this grain warehouse won''tst a year before it copses." "What! Impossible!" He hadn''t even considered it. In his fierce rivalry with the Golden Hammer, he had failed to thoroughly research Severin. It was arrogance. For a true architect, not only is the ''what'' of the construction important, but also the ''where.'' Seventer knelt and a tear fell down from his face. "We, the Blue mes... ept our shorings." It was an unexpected turn of events. Both guild masters were now as downcast as crushed bugs on the floor. ''What... what am I witnessing?'' Conrad, a stout-heartedborer, couldn''t fathom the situation. No matter howpetent Ascal was as an official, he couldn''t possibly surpass dwarves in architecture. Yet, what was this oue? Both guild masters had been persuaded by Ascal, a human, admitting ws in their own constructions. What was even more astonishing was, ''He hid his status for this task and personally worked as aborer?'' Exactly which empire''s official would go to such lengths? Conrad looked at Ascal, disbelief evident in his eyes. "So... what''s going to happen with the cathedral construction?" In the tense silence, a worker spoke up. The initial condition was to choose one guild from the two. But now, both guilds had conceded their inadequacies. Everyone awaited Ascal''s words. Then, "We will consider this cathedral project nonexistent." It was a cold decision. Yet, no one could object. Leaving the despondent guild masters behind, Ascal headed back to his carriage. "Wait a moment, young man." It was an elderly dwarf. As a guard tried to push away the dwarf blocking Ascal''s path, Ascal raised a hand, stopping him. "What can I do for you, elder?" Ascal remembered the old dwarf. They had worked together at the construction site and even shared snacks. The dwarf he recalled with fondness.The eyes of the old dwarf, with his unkempt hair, shone brilliantly. "I am known as Jeff. I am the master of those two ipetent disciples." Jeff. The vige stirred at the mention of that name. "Ma-Master! When did you arrive?" Robenharf and Seventer, taken aback, rushed to their master. The most surprised was Conrad. ''Jeff, the former chieftain of Stonehead, one of the most outstanding architects on the continent, and known as the master to all architects, was here!?'' And they had even shared meals and swung pickaxes together. "After retiring, I came to see what kind of antics my disciples were up to, and was met with such a sorry sight. It''s quite a disappointment for me as well. However, young man, might I have another chance?" Jeff stroked his beard. "Of course, for this cathedral''s construction, I won''t ept anypensation. With my name on the line, I''ll ensure the creation of the finest cathedral. It''s a matter of dwarf pride. Would you permit it?" "You, yourself, Master?" Over the years, Jeff had been responsible for numerous constructions. The Centennial Castle of the Medes Kingdom, the Seven Mines, the Deltreed Bridge... Each one was a legendary work that would be recorded in history. The fact that Jeff himself would oversee the cathedral''s construction was of immense significance. "I did have that delightful stew, after all. It was quite delicious." "Haha, you remember that?" On the first day, it was Jeff who had handed a steaming bowl of stew to Ascal, who was unfamiliar with the work. It was a warm and delicious stew. Jeff''s blurry old eyes transformed instantly into the sharp eyes of an architect and he shouted, "Youggards! What are you waiting for? Get the materials now!"Upon hearing Jeff''s sternmand, the two guild masters quickly sprang into action. Witnessing this, Conrad seemed to sense something and bit his lip tightly. It felt like it was going to be a long day. **** Empire Magazine''s Selection - Best Architectures 10. Redveern Overpass Bridge 9. Seren Inn 1. Severin Cathedral "I never expected this." Ascal recalled old memories as he looked through the magazine. He had intended to find fault with the two dwarfs, nning to tarnish the cathedral construction project and make it as if it never existed. But out of nowhere, the legendary dwarf interfered and created the most magnificent cathedral in the empire''s history... It still seemed unbelievable to him. Ascal skimmed through the magazine and tossed it onto his desk. He failed to read thest section. **** Architect of the Year - Interview with Conrad. I was merely an ordinaryborer, living day-to-day without a dream. But one day, I met my life''s benefactor. Even though he was already in a high position, he came down to my level and sweat alongside me, without a singleint. Watching him, I remembered why I started this work in the first ce. My path was always there. I just had turned away from it. From that day on, I decided to leave my old self behind and start anew. Taking this opportunity, I want to express my gratitude to him. Carl. I truly thank you. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Chapter 25: A Frenzied Party Director-nim! Im here! Is it you again? Sushia. A member of Department 3, an 8th Grade civil servant, and the daughter of the duke. She was the office snack thief. The amount of snacks she had stolen till now could probably stack up to form a tower. Today we have cookies sprinkled with cinnamon, right? Ill just have one. Oh, fruit drizzled with honey! Its in season and so delicious. Can I have just one? A tart! How did you know this is my favorite? It looks so good. Can I have just one? She was what one would call a One-bite Monster. These were culprits who imed to eat just one bite of whatever one was eating but then gobbled up the whole thing and vanished. To be honest, a One-bite Monster was rather endearing. The office snacks were quite plentiful, and there wasnt much difference even with one more mouth to feed. That was until Sushia underwent her dark evolution. Hmm... The dough seems a bit undercooked today. Not that great. This fruit is a bit sour, isnt it? Ugh, I shouldnt have eaten it. In the end, Sushia became a One-bite Critic. The One-bite Critic. The dark evolution of the One-bite Monster. Not only did shee to take just one bite, but she also audaciously critiques someone elses food after eating it and then disappears nonchntly. Lia, from now on, lets ban Sushia from entering. Understood. ... The next day: Director-nim! Director-nim! I made a mistake! Please let me in! I promise I wont do it again! Sushia desperately knocked on the locked door, but Ascal coldly ignored her. She shouldnt have crossed the line. ****Several dayster, By chance, Ascal ran into Sushia in the corridor. Di-Director-nim... I tried baking cookies myself. Would you like to try? With a slightly timid look in her eyes, Sushia held out a cookie, resembling a poodle seeking its owners approval. Its tasteless. Ascal said coldly after taking a bite. To be precise, the taste was decent. However, given that the average quality of the snacks in the office was exceedingly high, it tasted rtively nd byparison. A slightly offended Sushia raised her eyebrows. Then why dont you try making them yourself, Director-nim? Youre asking me to bake cookies? Yes. I bet the cookies baked by the Director-nim will taste worse than mine. Ascal chuckled dryly. If the cookies I bake taste better than yours, youre banned from entering my office indefinitely. His words brimmed with confidence. As Sushia hesitated, momentarily stepping back, a scheme popped into her head. Well, we have the best patisserie and ingredients at home, dont we? I can just ask them to make it for me. With her n in ce, Sushia spoke with renewed vigor. Alright. If I win, I get to eat all the snacks in your office without anyints? Do as you please. Then, lets have the contest in a week, at my house. Ill invite the judges to ensure fairness. Ascal agreed. No matter what Sushia might pull off, he was confident he wouldnt lose. After all, in his past life, he had experience working in a bakery. Such novice cookies were something he could easily outdo anytime. However, what Ascal didnt know was the direction this cookie showdown would take... What kind of snowball effect it would have....... I heard theres a banquet at the Senestia Dukes residence. That Duke Senestia? Its undoubtedly a significant opportunity. I must attend. **** Sushia was a woman of grand ambitions. She believed that the more the audience for their cookie showdown, the better. And what better way to get an audience than to throw a lively party? At first, that was the idea. Until high-ranking people from all over the empire started expressing their intention to attend... Count Teheran has expressed his intention toe! Viscount Yorick says he will be there! Duke Haval has sent word that hell attend! Holding the guest list, Sushias hands trembled. Count Teheran was a distinguished knight in his own right,manding the famed Lavender Knight Order, one of the empires elites. Viscount Yorick owned some of the empires most fertilends. Duke Haval, a close friend of Duke Senestia, had long held a prominent reputation within the empire. This this has to be it, right? I can manage if its just these names. But rumors spread fast, and, naturally, they reached the ears of the Crown Prince. Kain, looking over the party attendee list,ughed. What are our noble lords up to this time? I might need to send someone to keep an eye on them. Being the empires Crown Prince kept one busy. Even if influential figures attended the party, it wasnt easy to clear his entire days schedule to attend. I heard Ascal Debrue will be at the party. But if there was apelling reason, it was a different story. Before his confidant could finish speaking, Kain dered, Tell the Duke Senestia, I shall attend! Crown Prince Kain was now part of the party. **** The Second Princess, Serena, sat in a plush chair, reading a report sent by a spy. Hmm. What could possibly be motivating my elder brother? For such a busy man to attend a mere party? Something smells fishy. The names listed as attendees were intriguing indeed. Each one had the power to sway the empire. Many would say...The next emperor would be Kain, of course. However, Serena hadnt given up yet. Even the most outstanding individuals have the tendency to show ws. And Serena was always ready to seize any slip-up, always listening intently for one. It would be unthinkable for someone like Serena to miss out on such an event. After all, actions always lead to results. Ill attend the party. Also, inform the dressing staff. Prepare the most expensive dress. And perhaps, at such a grand party, he mighte. She couldnt deny that such a small glimmer of hope influenced her decision. And so, the Second Princess Serena joined the party. **** From early holiday morning, Ascal was bustling about. What was the most critical ingredient for making cookies? Obviously, it was the raw materials. For anyone who thought it might be sincerity, hed rmend starting over with basic pastry sses. Alright. This much flour should do. After selecting flour from several stores in the shopping district, Ascal moved to buy butter and eggs next. However, the za seemed unusually crowded.Usually, around this time, the za would be lively with chattering olddies, but today it felt twice as noisy. Did you hear? The Crown Prince is attending the uing party! And even the Second Princess is going. Isnt this one of the biggest events the empire has seen recently? Of course. Every notable noble seems to be attending. It seems like its just a party in name, but in reality... ''Hmm.'' Ascal nodded to himself, having overheard the conversation. So, both the Crown Prince and the Second Princess were attending. It had nothing to do with him. He should focus on the cookie contest. As Ascal was about to move on, a hard-to-ignore piece of gossip reached his ears. This time, even the Third Princess Yulia is said to be attending. She was rarely seen in public gatherings. The legendary Third Princess Yulia joined the party. The empires nobility was abuzz. What secrets could possibly be hidden in this party? What kind of secrets would bring out all these significant figures? Well, Yulia is a princess too. She must be busy. It was just a list of big names. If someone as ordinary as himself were to attend, they would be crushed like a shrimp among whales. Well, its none of my business. Whistling, Ascal picked out some butter. The sight of his basket filled with ingredients brought satisfaction. Now, it was time to head home and practice.****First, preheat the stone oven. In the meantime, carefully mix the sugar with butter, and once they were blended, add the eggs andbine everything. Gradually add in the flour, stirring until it became cookie dough. Once it reaches the desired consistency, use a tool to cut the dough into small, round shapes. ce the cut dough on a greased sheet. Put the dough into the preheated oven. Whew. Even after some time, his skills hadnt rusted. After a while, the cookies began to turn a golden brown. Ascal took out the sufficiently hardened cookies and ced them outside to cool. Crunch. Using quality ingredients really does make a difference. At this rate, Ill surely win. Ascal chuckled as he savored the perfectly baked cookie. I cant wait to see Sushias face fall. However, what Ascal didnt know was that Sushia was already so devastated that she was preparing for the grandest party ever. In fact, she was so busy that she didnt even have a moment to inform Ascal about it... [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Chapter 26: A Frenzied Party (2) One week before the party, within the secluded confines of the Senestia Ducal House''s private chambers. Normally, the hushed steps of the maids would resonate softly, mingling with theforting aroma of ck tea, creating a tranquil ambiance. However, on this particr day, the atmosphere in the chamber was far from typical. "Do you have any sense left in you?" "I''m sorry... Mother." The Duchess Senestia was scolding Sushia. No, she was berating her. "I thought you had finallye to your senses working in governmenttely. But were you just gathering your strength? Huh? Preparing to cause an even bigger mess?" From the old days, Sushia had a history of causing troubles, big and small. Yet, they had hoped that sending her to the Evaluation Department and having her work there would lead her to shoulder her responsibilities. "I can''t understand you anymore. Figure it out yourself." The Duchess turned her head coldly. Sushia pleaded desperately. "Just this once, help me. Mother, no, dear Madam. I can''t handle it all by myself." "Pain is the essence of youth. There''s a saying like that. Take this chance to learn the hard way." Holding a party as an aristocrat carries various implications. At times, the youth might decide to assert their social status, pondering, "Do they underestimate our standing? Should we demonstrate our significance by orchestrating a grand party?" On other asions, someone might contemte, "That individual shows promise; should we establish a closer connection? Yet, there''s no apparent reason," prompting them to host an event to nurture camaraderie. Alternatively, they might extend invitations to everyone except the one individual they harbor aversion toward, employing subtlety to iste them. Such intricate motives serve as the defining elements of aristocratic parties. Of course, there were times when parties were held purely for pleasure or to celebrate birthdays. However, this party by the Senestia Ducal House had no clear purpose. Which made it all the more suspicious. The Duke Senestia, always neutral, was hosting a party. Yet its intentions remained ambiguous. For the nobility, this was utterly baffling. Any noble slightly interested in power would undeniably have to attend the party to ascertain the truth for themselves.Of course, there was a stated reason. "Let''s bake cookies together and enjoy!" Naturally, no one took this at face value. "Baking cookies? Is it a metaphor? Does that mean they''re baking the ''half emperor faction''?" "Has the Duke Senestia finally chosen a side?" "Ironically, if you interpret ''cookie'' in the ancientnguage, it means ''greed''. The Duke Senestia is revealing his hidden intentions." For Sushia, who genuinely intended to bake cookies, this was maddening. Of course, this reason alone wasn''t why the party''s attendance hit an all-time high. No matter how influential the Duke Senestia might be, it was impossible to gather all the prominent families with just this. There was an unspoken star of the party. ''Ascal Debrue.'' The Main head of the Empire''s Evaluation Department, a man considered the closest to bing the youngest minister. Not just those wanting to gauge the Duke Senestia''s intentions, but the powerful nobles wanting to curry favor with this rising young star had their eyes twinkling. The Senestia Ducal House, having ears everywhere, was well aware of these circting rumors. "Canceling it now... isn''t possible, right?" "If you do, your already low reputation will hit rock bottom. How would you ever show your face in high society?" That was right.Sushia, infamous for her naivety in noble society, was barely maintaining her fragile reputation. With the halo of her Ducal background, she had the title of ''a bit mischievous but with a kind heart''. However, if the truth about this party came to light... "Ah... Lady Sushia is attending this party? Then I''ll pass." "Lady Sushia said so? I can''t trust it then." She''d literally be the girl who cried wolf. So, Sushia had to ensure the sess of this party at all costs. But no matter how much she tried, she was short-handed. She desperately needed the help of the Duchess, but the Duchess coldly turned her back. However, as always, there was a way out when in a tight spot."What''s themotion?" Short gray hair, and a neatly groomed beard, matching the color of his hair. Although he was already in his fifties, his upright posture seemed to testify to the steadfast nature of a duke. The duke was always lenient with his daughter. The Duke Senestia looked at Sushia with affection. "Dad!" The Duchess sighed upon seeing this. It was the same pattern: his daughter causing trouble, and the duke fixing it. "Yes, I heard you''re hosting a party. A lively, joyful party for everyone. That''s a good thing." "I knew Dad would understand!" "But it seems you''ve gone big this time?" Sushia giggled. "Yes. I spread the word, and everyone said they''de. epting some and declining others seemed awkward, so I ended up epting everyone" "Alright, who''sing?" Sushia recalled the guest list. There were quite a few names, but she remembered all of them. "Firstly, my boss, Ascal Debrue." "The young man you''re so fond of? I''ve always wanted to meet him. This will be a good opportunity." The Duke Senestia stroked his beard, listening intently to his daughter''s words. "Count Teheran." "Ah, he''s an honorable knight. It might be good to establish connections with him on this asion." The Duke nodded. Count Teheran led the Lavender Knight Order and was a knight known for his honor. "Viscount Yorick." "A prominent family. Some may belittle his title, but his influence in the central politics surpasses many other nobles. A good guest indeed." The Duke smiled. "Marquess Haval." "My close friend! There will be no issues with him. In fact, he''ll help us with the party." Sushia swallowed. Until now, she believed she could handle everything and wasn''t worried. But the situation was about to change. "You won''t get mad, right?" "Why would I? Of course, I won''t." "Prince Kain will also be attending."The duke fell silent for a moment. "......Haha. I''ll really need to pay careful attention to the hosting. A week seems rather tight for time." The duke''s grip tightened on the armrest of his chair. The slightly visible veins might have just been Sushia''s imagination. Hosting the prince of a nation at a party was, before it could be deemed an honor, an immenselyborious task. Above all, security was the primary concern. What if an assassination attempt was made on the prince during the party? Even a house as prominent as the duke''s couldn''t evade responsibility. They''d face utter ruin. Or what if the prince ate something and got food poisoning? That would also be a grave mistake on the duke''s part for not inspecting the food. The list of concerns, from routes, and escorts, to food, grew exponentially. The Duke Senestia sighed. Still, this was within manageable limits. Hosting the prince had its risks, but it also promised returns. Building a rapport with the prince, who was clearly set to be the next emperor, was undoubtedly beneficial. Just one word from him about how enjoyable the party was would greatly elevate the duke''s reputation. "Yes, it should indeed be a grand party." "Um... Princess Serena is also attending." Crack. A strange noise came from the chair''s armrest. Sushia shifted her gaze. "Princess Serena is quite... particr." Particr... The term carried various connotations. Persistent, troublesome, nerve-wracking... In some respects, hosting Princess Serena might be even more challenging than the amiable Prince Kain. There was an anecdote about her. A youngdy, newly debuted in high society, had identally stepped on Princess Serena''s dress hem. And from that day on, odd rumors surrounded the youngdy. That she had been rude at night, or had engaged in strange behaviors with her pet dog. That youngdy never set foot in society again. What was truly terrifying was that not all the rumors were false...The duke narrowed his eyes. If there were even slight shorings in the food at the party, or if the hosting wasn''t adept, Serena was the type of person who could easily exploit such ws. The difficulty of the party just increased substantially. "Yes...... Sushia. Next time we n such an event, make sure to get permission." The duke''s expression grew tired. He needed to get to work immediately. From behind the now-standing duke, Sushia whispered faintly, "It''s not over yet... Princess Yulia is attending. And also Count Devar, Marquis Sahanin..." The duke turned around. "Mydy, bring me the cane from my study." "I''ve been waiting for thatmand." The legendary oak cane, unused for some time, seemed like its legend was about to be revived... **** On the day of the party. "Whatever anyone says~ the world is beautiful~" Ascal hummed a song from inside his carriage. The carriage given to him as 5th-grade official was truly exceptional. The seats were made of luxurious leather and were veryfortable, and the wheels were of such quality that there was minimal shaking. And then, "Wait for it, Sushia. I''ll show you what a real cookie looks like." Inside his bag, there were ingredients he personally selected: flour, eggs, butter, and more. With these, he felt unbeatable in any contest. Ascal, with anticipation, looked out the window. The duke''s mansion was just ahead. The mansions of renowned nobles were a sight to behold. ''...Something seems off?'' It was peculiar. Sushia had clearly mentioned a ''small tea party,'' but the number of carriages he had seen kept increasing. The crow emblem. That was Marquis Haval''s insignia. The owl emblem. That belongs to Count Teheran. The shovel emblem. That''s Viscount Yorick''s. And it didn''t stop there. Carriages... The number of carriages kept increasing. Ascal sensed danger. "Turn the carriage around!!!!!!!!!!" He needed to escape. "Ah, Lord Ascal. The knights are blocking our way." "What are you talking about?" Ascal peered outside through the carriage window. Just as the coachman had said, knights in resplendent armor stood blocking his carriage. And on their shoulders, all bore the same falcon emblem. The knight order of the Senestia Ducal House, the Silver Knights. ''Why are the Silver Knights blocking me?'' Even without doing anything wrong, human nature made one anxious when approached by security. Despite his innocence, Ascal felt his heart race. "Lord Ascal Debrue. Would you kindly step out of the carriage?" The words were polite, but the atmosphere they carried was forceful. Reluctantly, Ascal descended from the carriage. "What''s the matter?" Seeing the towering knights in armor, even with swords drawn, was intimidating. But he had to remain assertive here. He was an invited guest. There was no reason to cower. "Wee to the Senestia Ducal House, Ascal Debrue." A woman in a dress appeared from behind the knights. Her hair was braided and pulled back, her face beautifully adorned with bright makeup. "...Sushia?" Despite the heavy makeup, almost as if she had prepared for battle, he recognized her distinct aura. This woman was Sushia. Thud. The Silver Knights suddenly knelt in unison. It was a move of utmost respect. Sushia quickly approached, grasping Ascal''s hand with both of hers, pleading. "Director-nim... Please help me... I''m in big trouble..." The Silver Knights echoed in chorus. "Please assist!" "Please assist!" Ascal was taken aback. ''What on earth did she get herself into...'' [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 27: Chapter 27: ...So thats what happened. Sushia exined the whole situation to Ascal. How a simple tea party had blown up into such a grand event. Who ended up attending the party. Throughout her exnation, Sushia looked close to tears. With the Duchess dering a strike, Sushia had to take over the responsibility of hosting the party. Even if the servants and the Duke helped to some extent, it was clear she was overwhelmed. But what if Ascal, whose stock had recently skyrocketed, became the face of the event? It would be a breath of fresh air for Sushia as the organizer. Hearing this, Ascal nodded in understanding. You mustve had a tough time, Sushia. Do you understand? Sushias eyes glistened with tears. As expected, the only one who understood her was Ascal. Then, work hard. I believe in you, Sushia. Lets meet again with smilester. Director-nim! Please dont leave! The young nobledy clung to his leg, crying. Ascal was taken aback. Let go! No, no! I wont let go! Didnt we promise to be together till the end of hell? I never made such a promise. It was more than just making a fool out of oneself. It felt like showing everything, scraping even the bottom of the barrel. But no matter how much Sushia pleaded, Ascal had no intention of attending the party. It was because there were more than one or twondmines. The Crown Prince alone was enough pressure. Add to that the 2nd Princess Serena, whom he met as the Prince of the Night, and even Lia, who was now in a Third Imperial Princess mode. While he could avoid Serena, he had doubts about how to behave the moment he met Lia. To put the situation in perspective, it was as if his younger sister, who usually lounges around at home, was all dressed up with full makeup and hanging out with notorious friends. It was like identally making eye contact with her on the street. -Hey, whos that? -I dont know. Why are you looking? Just thinking about it is horrifying. After much thought, the best option was not showing up at all. Well, I should be going then... Ahem. A bigwig had arrived. The one who revealed himself in the reception room was Duke Senestia. Ascal quickly stood up from his seat. Your Grace, its an honor to meet you... Enough with the formal greetings. The Duke waved it off, but Ascal didnt buy it. Fully immersed in the Oriental Confucian spirit and familiar with the ss culture of the administration, Ascal perfectly understood the hidden message behind those words. To interpret it: -I dont want to be the old man who demands greetings first, so you better greet me properly on your own. Maintaining impable manners, Ascal greeted the Duke. Haha, the youth nowadays are quite bright in their greetings. Sess. With his mood significantly lifted, the pleased-looking Duke sat opposite Ascal. I heard that my daughter has been relying on you a lot at worktely. Well... Thats not true... Or was it? Could he confidently say that it really wasnt? Ascal, of course, often made empty remarks. But wasnt this more than just a frivolous statement? Wasnt this a lie that shouldnt ever appear in the imperial history? As he pondered deeply, the Duke lowered his head. I truly am sorry, Ascal. It was an unexpected apology. Surprised, Ascal bowed his head in return. Shes always been a handful, and now shes even burdened with this party... Truly, I have no face to show as a father. ''...!'' ''So that was why he was acting this way.'' Ascal realized the Dukes intentions. Undoubtedly, the Duke had overheard the conversation with Sushia. But pretending not to know, he smoothly established the fact of his participation in the party as a given. No matter how amiable he looked, he was the Duke of the Empire. Such political maneuvering came as naturally to him as breathing. Im the one whos truly without face. ...Why is that? As her superior and close friend, I cant help Sushia in her distress and must leave. If only my rtive wasnt seriously ill... Damn it! However, Ascal wasnt about to be taken advantage of either. He employed a skill honed over a long time, the sick rtive card. What could he do about a rtive having a serious illness? What if he didnt go and they died? How are you nning to handle this lie, Duke? Upon hearing Ascals words, the Duke responded as if sympathizing. As one gets to my age, friends and rtives often fall ill. I understand. Thats why you cant just ignore it. You mentioned an ill rtive? Tell me the exact location. Ill send the best clergyman I know. Damn it. This was a countermove unheard of in modern times. Not wanting to be caught in a lie, he gave the actual address of his rtive. He felt a slight regret for his rtive who might now receive an unexpected visit from a clergyman. Ascal felt powerless. Could he really not outsmart the Duke? What could be the way out of this predicament... Wait. There was one way. Honestly, I dont want to attend the party. ! Sometimes, honesty is the answer. Its intimidating. How would a mere Grade 5 official fare in a gathering where the Crown Prince and all the Princesses attend? If Imit any impropriety, the consequences would be dire. This party is well beyond my league. If thats the case, theres not much to be done. The Duke easily conceded. It seemed there was no counterargument to Ascals logic. It was a victory. He had just won a verbal duel against Duke Senestia, a heavyweight who had maneuvered in political arenas for decades. Ascal had to resist the urge to celebrate. Then we should prepare for your wedding with Sushia. What date works for you? What in the world is he talking about? What do you mean by that? Didnt my daughter cling to your leg earlier? Many have witnessed it. If rumors spread, she wont be able to marry elsewhere. Wouldnt you have to take responsibility then? Was this a medieval marriage attack? Facing such an attack for the first time, Ascals head spun. Ill just attend the party. Good decision. **** Ascal was getting made up. His hair and eyebrows were meticulously groomed by the Dukes personal stylist, while the tailor took his measurements for the outfit. They even applied powder to brighten hisplexion. Stop! I have had enough Were almost done. Please bear with it. An hour after that, the makeover was finallypleted. The beautician showed Ascal a mirror. There was apletely different man reflected in it. It felt as if his original self had been spread with a spoonful of butter and then lightly topped with caviar. Wow. Might this be somewhat to my taste? Sushia remarked from behind with an air of admiration. For the record, youre not my taste. Thats harsh. While Sushia, donned in a dress, could easily be described as beautiful, Ascal, knowing her true nature, couldnt bring himself to pay apliment. Its about time for the party to start. Ill go ahead. Make sure youeter, okay? You cant run away. Ill chase you to the end if I have to. Alright. The graceful heiress of the Senestia Ducal House, Sushia, left her spot. It was almost time for the party to begin. As the host, even ten pairs of legs wouldnt be enough. As for me... I can take my time. Maybe Ill bake some cookies? Ascal decided to borrow the kitchen. **** Serena Barba was waiting. She was the type who valued practicality to the extreme. Even if it was a renowned party at the esteemed Senestia Ducal House, she wouldnt attend if there was no benefit. There were two reasons she willingly set foot here. Firstly, to keep an eye on the Crown Prince. She needed to know who Kain was having secret talks with and whom he was getting close to. Secondly, to scout for valuable talents. Serenas informationwork was second to none in the empire. If someone had a vulnerability, shed exploit it; if they had a desire, shed provide for it. That was Serenas way. However, there always seemed to be exceptions. Ascal Debrue. No matter how thoroughly investigated, not a speck of dirt was found on him. She even wondered if he could be linked through bribery, but all such assets, it seemed, had been donated. What kind of anomaly was this? I want to understand you. Was he truly the Sleeping or hidden Dragon as the citizens of the empire imed? Or was he just amoner with extraordinary luck? Sir Ascal Debrue has arrived! A servants announcement echoed through the hall. Serenas eyes shifted, spotting Ascal walking in from a distance. Here, it was customary for the elders and superiors to greet first. The first was the host, the Duke Senestia, followed by Crown Prince Kain. **** Serena assessed Ascal. B-rank. He was quite handsome. If rumors were to be believed, he had significant capabilities. However, his background was scant, and understanding his true foundation was challenging. In Serenas current assessment, Ascal Debrue was B-rank. Of course, even being B-rank held significant worth. Most of the nobility, in Serenas eyes, barely scraped C or D-rank. The nobles were keenly observing Ascal. But for now, they were on edge, waiting for Serenas lead. Taking a step forward, Serena approached Ascal. Would you honor me with a dance? Serenas eyes sparkled. I will be your backbone, raising you to A-rank. Serena never thought her proposal would be declined. That was, until a moment ago. I apologize. My legs troubling me. Excuse me. Ascal simply vanished. Serena Barba stood alone on the dance floor. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Chapter 28: A Frenzied Party (4) Count Devar was notorious for being a gossipmonger. If one wonders what that means, imagine sharing a secret with a close friend at night, like still sleeping with a doll. If by the next day, everyone knows about it, then one of their friends was most likely the gossipmonger. Lately, Count Devar had been particrly infatuated with one individual. Ascal Debrue. If one asked who was the most famous person in the empire these days, nine out of ten people would mention his name. The one outlier was probably just mad. "Would you like some snacks, my lord?" "No, I''m good." The Count was busy. He had to observe every move Ascal made. Watching this rising star was a treat in itself. Either soaring high, piercing the heavens, or plummeting to the ground. ''Which one will you be, Ascal Debrue?'' The Count took a sip of his wine. From a distance, he could see Ascal greeting the highest-ranking noble, the Duke. ''Hmm. If the Duke ignores him, then there''s nothing worth discussing.'' Next to approach was Prince Kain. ''So, the rumors about the Prince taking an interest in him were true...'' At the party, Ascal had received acknowledgment from the two most powerful figures. Everyone seemed preupied with their own affairs, but there was an underlying tension, with many covertly observing Ascal. Nobles wanting to connect with him,dies hoping for a night''s flirtation or maybe more. It was a silent battle of wits. And the one to break the ice was the Second Princess, Serena Barba. ''Ah! Princess Serena makes the first move.'' Many feared or were wary of Princess Serena, but Count Devar liked her. Because she was always assertive. From a spectator''s standpoint, she was the kind one couldn''t dislike. -Whispers. Soft murmurs echoed through the party hall. Even without listening closely, it was evident they were discussing about Serena. Yet, Serena approached Ascal without hesitation. Would you honor me with a dance? Holding the hem of her dress, she elegantly curtsied. It was a textbook-perfect dance invitation. It would be hard for any man to decline such a request. ''Truly, they say the brave win the beauty, but this time it seems to be the other way around.'' I apologize. My legs troubling me. Excuse me. ''?'' But an unexpected twist urred. Leaving those words behind, Ascal vanished on the spot. The Princess was left alone on the dance floor, her face frozen in disbelief. "Peanuts, give me some peanuts!" Count Devar grabbed some peanuts offered by a servant and hurriedly popped them into his mouth. -Crunch, crunch. It was a scene too precious to just watch with a bare mouth. Ascal was proving to be more entertaining than he had imagined. **** The Duke''s mansion was even grander than one could imagine. It wasn''t just a ce to eat and sleep, but served various purposes. For instance, hosting grand parties. Or having a clueless empire official wander indefinitely within its walls. "Where could she be... Sushia..." It was exasperating. Every person he met would say things like, "Oh, nice to meet you. I''m so-and-so. If you have time, shall we discuss the continent''s current state?" or "The moon is beautiful tonight. They say even the moon has a partner; I wonder where mine is?" Politely declining each time was exhausting. Nevertheless, Ascal had done his minimum duty. Now, all he wanted was to meet Sushia, im a resounding victory in their cookie contest, return home, wipe his feet, and get a good night''s rest. However, Ascal''s hopes did note to fruition. "We meet again, Ascal." "Your Highness, the Crown Prince." He had run into thest person he wanted to see again. With a friendly smile, Kain greeted Ascal, surrounded by young, capable nobles. Likely his supporters. "Pleased to meet you. I am Count Teheran." "It''s a pleasure. I am Ascal Debrue." A noble radiating the aura of, ''At first nce, it''s clear I''ve walked a path of sess without a single setback. You''re the same, right?'' approached, feeling a bit overwhelming. "I''ve heard a lot about you. Truly a capable individual." "You tter me." Count Teheran extended his hand for a handshake. As they gripped hands, Ascal felt the moistness of sweat. ''If you have hyperhidrosis, you could''ve warned me...'' Hiding his difort, Ascalpleted the handshake and discreetly wiped his hand. "However, no matter how capable a bird is, it''s meaningless without a nest." Count Teheran offered a subtle smile. His confidence in taking the lead in the conversation came from the tacit approval of the Crown Prince. From an optimistic perspective, the emperor''s life wouldn''tst much longer. Naturally, the discussion of the next line of session was heated within the empire. Among the nobility, the odds of the Crown Prince seeding were more than ny percent. No, more like ny-nine percent. Count Teheran was confident. He believed Ascal would dly grab onto this golden opportunity. What did he say?However, Ascal, busy wiping his hand, missed Count Teheran''s words. He felt he was saying something, but it fell on deaf ears. Nheless, ignoring him would be impolite, so Ascal decided to offer some cookies. "I baked some cookies, would you like one?" "...Cookies at a time like this?" Count Teheran was taken aback. Did this man even hear what he said? "Cookies. They remind me of my childhood. My siblings and I used to share one cookie." Crown Prince Kain took a bite of the cookie offered by Ascal. "But now that we''ve grown, one cookie isn''t enough for the three of us. Still, everyone wants a cookie." "Fortunately, there are plenty of cookies." Ascal fumblingly took out more cookies. The Crown Prince, with a smile, ate another. "Would you like more?" "Yes." It was hard to decline when offered. Plus, the cookies didnt taste bad. But eating them without a drink made the throat feel parched. The Crown Prince swallowed. "Hmm. It seems there are still plenty of cookies left. Another?" I think this amount is enough.Kain was taken aback. Just how many cookies did that guy have? And did he understand the ''message'' he tried to convey? ''Hold on.'' A realization shed across Kain''s mind. - ''Fortunately, there are plenty of cookies.'' This could be interpreted as: ''The empire is vast, too vast for one person to consume alone. There''s no need for three to fight over it.'' "Indeed." Ascal Debrue. Kain felt he understood why this man hadn''t joined any faction yet. From the beginning, Ascal seemed to possess a ''different perspective''. ''How arrogant, Ascal Debrue.'' No matter how expansive the empire, without a core, it could easily split apart. However, When someone like Ascal, with countless achievements, speaks, his words carry a different weight. Had there been any man who voiced his opinion to Kain so clearly before? Until now, everyone just agreed with him, nodding in approval. Perhaps what he needed right now was someone who could confidently say ''no'' to him. The prince''s curiosity was piqued. He began to desire Ascal even more. ''I will definitely have you, Ascal Debrue.'' **** And so, for a long time, Ascal was hassled by Prince Kain''s entourage before he could finally break free. ''I need to... find Sushia quickly...'' This was his limit. He felt like he was dying from exhaustion.He had searched every nook and cranny of the first floor, but given that there was no sign of Sushia, she was most likely on the second floor. As Ascal began to ascend the stairs, the surroundings became quiet. Unlike the first floor, which served as a party hall, the second felt more like a living space. ''This feels a bit intrusive.'' At that moment, hushed voices filtered through a slightly ajar door. - "The current situation is..." - "So, how is the n progressing?" It was the voice of a middle-aged man and a young woman. He unintentionally overheard their conversation. Just as Ascal was about to head back down, he bumped into the person he was looking for. "Oh, Director-nim. What brings you here?" It was Sushia. Normally she was a thorn in his side, but right now, he was genuinely relieved to see her. "I''ve finally found you. Did you actually make those cookies?" "Of... of course. You''ll be in for a surprise when you try them." Sushia was about to say something when... The door opened. Emerging from it was a stunningly beautiful woman with tinum-blonde hair and sapphire-colored eyes. She wore a dress adorned with a golden brooch a symbol reserved only for the royal family. Almost reflexively, a name came to Ascal''s mind. "Lia?" The woman, about to leave, turned her head to nce back at him. Her gaze was intensely cold. "It seems you''ve mistaken me for someone else, haven''t you?" "Your Royal Highness... the Princess!" Sushia gave a slight nod and, pinching Ascal''s thigh, she whispered, "What are you doing? Apologize quickly." Without hesitation, Ascal bowed his head. "I''m sorry, Your Highness." "It''s alright. Everyone makes mistakes." With that, the Third Princess Yulia left the scene. For some reason, her departing steps seemed unusually brisk. "......" Ascal pondered deeply. It felt as if he had experienced something like this before. It was reminiscent of when he was in elementary school and mistakenly called his teacher ''mom''. The embarrassment felt eerily simr to that incident. So embarrassing. But why didn''t Sushia recognize Lia? Was her eyesight poor? Well, in this era, sses were rare, so that could be the case. **** "Haa... Haa..." Yulia moved quickly. Once she reached a secluded spot, she buried her face in her hands. ''Did he recognize me?'' The person she had just encountered was Ascal Debrue. Her superior, who didn''t know that she was the Third Princess... ...Someone precious to her. Yulia struggled to calm her racing heart. But it wasn''t easy. If he found out that she was Yulia, the Third Princess of the Empire, what would happen? Would she still be able to stay by his side? And if not? The mere thought was terrifying. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 3 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Chapter 29: A Frenzied Party (Escape) As the day wanes, the inevitable happens. In the grand social gathering known as the Dukes party, there were pitiable souls who could not find a partner. And those souls savored their solitude in a garden set up behind the Dukes residence. Some call it the Garden of Losers. Ah... I want to die. From deep within, a voice filled with despair arised. It belonged to Lady Heria of the Barons family. She had hoped to find a partner today but was met with failure. Oh. Life truly sucks. The man beside her was Viscount Matteo.Though he appeared fine on the outside, he had yet to find a dance partner due to his habit of stuttering in front of women.Haha, Heria, you too? Viscount Matteo, we meet again... Their eyes meet. Sometimes, miracles do ur in the Garden of Losers.. Yulia watched as the two disappeared beyond the garden. Startled upon seeing Ascal, she wandered aimlessly and ended up here. The cool breeze and the scent of flowers tickled her nose. It wasnt so bad. She thought of cooling her head here a bit and then returning to the hall. Why on earth would you reject me when I was obviously perfect, curse you, curse you!But suddenly, a strange voice could be heard nearby.Yet, for some reason, this voice was not unfamiliar. Yulia took a step forward. The source of the voice came into view.Serena Barba. The second princess of the empire and Yulias elder sister.Oh my. Meeting you here is unexpected, Yulia. Well, not like we ever exchange greetings. But, what brings you to this ce? You, who rarely show yourself.Serena, as if nothing had happened, reverted to her princess-like demeanor and smiled. Did you... hear? Serena coughed awkwardly. Coug... Everyone faces failure. And isnt it true that those who rise from such failures are the real strong ones? Seriously! Say something for once. Serena tapped her foot impatiently. Watching her, Yulia slowly opened her mouth. Were you rejected by Ascal Debrue? Going straight for the sore spot, huh? Yes. I asked that man to dance, and he turned me down right away. So, what about it? Serena red at Yulia. She had never liked Yulia, especially now when she was hurt.Im d then. Whats there to be d about...Oh. Were you all gathered here?The one who appeared was the crown prince of the empire, Kain.Without any attendants, lost in thought and strolling through the garden alone, he chanced upon Serena and Yulia.Such an encounter was indeed rare.Since reaching adulthood, they had rarely gathered like this outside of official events. It reminds me of old times. How long has it been since we three siblings gathered like this? Excuse me. Were still young, you know? In our prime. Old man. Serena pouted.Kain chuckled. So, little sister, why were you sulking all by yourself? With a sigh, Serena took a seat on the bench. The night had deepened, and she felt weary. She was mentally exhausted from constantly seeking political advantage up to this point.I was rejected by a man. Really? Who evil would dare reject my little sister? I should give him a piece of my mind. ...Ascal Debrue. Kains smile froze.Thats quite a coincidence. I too just got rejected by that man.A momentary silence ensued. Then, as if on cue, the two siblings turned their gaze to Yulia....I dont know who that is. Whos he? Yulia averted her gaze. The atmosphere deted, much like air escaping from a balloon. Does Yulia not know? Well, considering I did manage to snag a cookie, I suppose I can im to be closest to him. A cookie, you say? Yes. I had a cookie made by Ascal Debrue himself. It was so dry it choked me up. A cookie... Yes, a cookie. It melted tenderly on the tongue. Kain fantasized about the taste of the cookie. Sweet and moist, it mustve melted instantly in the mouth. The only issue was the absence of a drink; had there been something to sip alongside, he could have devoured them all. Yet, hearing this, Yulias eyes changed. I didnt get to taste the cookie. Cold sweat formed on Kains brow. There are plenty of cookies in the banquet hall, Yulia. Thats not what Im talking about. A cookie? That man made cookies? Serena, dusting off her dress, stood up. Yulia looked as if she was ready to sprint. Thesedies were clearly not themselves, they were acting strangely earlier too. Where is Ascal now? I couldnt even dance, and now if I dont get to eat a cookie, I wont be satisfied. Kain obediently responded. Thest time I saw him, he was in the hallway to the left of the banquet hall. Its been a while, so Im not sure now. Oh, Your Highness Prince Kain. And Princess Serena, Princess Yulia. Count Devar greets you. Isnt tonights party truly delightful? Suddenly appearing, Count Devar caught the trios attention. They looked at him as if he were some kind of insect. Count Devar started to sweat profusely. He had arrived at the wrong ce, at the worst possible time. For the first time in his life, Count Devar felt the threat of impending doom. He desperately sought a way out of this predicament. What, what can I say to escape this situation? He didnt have much time to ponder. Frantically racking his brain, Count Devar eventually blurted out a single word. Ascal...? He immediately felt the tense atmosphere ease. Fortunately, he had guessed right. Taking a deep breath, Count Devar continued. If you are looking for Mr. Ascal, hes probably on the mansions second floor, conversing with Miss Sushia. Thanks for that. It will help my sisters. Haha. Its an honor. Relief evident, Count Devar began to serve in his role as a hospitable guest. By the way, Your Highness, have you heard? Ascal brought a very peculiar horse today. Although its still young, they say its a beautiful white horse. Does it have a spot on its shoulder, by any chance? Im not quite sure about that... The identity of that foal was unmistakable. Kain had once given a foal to Ascal. It was a scrawny and unremarkable creature. Frankly, Kain had thought it would die before fully maturing, but it grew into a magnificent white horse? Kains expression shifted. Everyone, head to the 2nd floor. Ill take the left staircase, Serena, you take the right. Yulia, Im counting on you to handle the central stairs. Find Ascal. Understood. Yes. At that moment, the most formidable temporary alliance in the Barba Empire was formed. **** SobI admit defeat. Dont you ever mention even the Co of cookies in front of me again, Sushia. In the end, when Ascal met Sushia, they tasted andpared each others cookies. Ascals were undeniably superior. There was no need for a picky judge; the difference in taste was overwhelming. From now on, you are banned from my office permanently. Please, anything but that! Sir! Ill do anything! As it seemed Sushia would cling to him again, Ascal proposed apromise. Then, clean the restroom for a month. ...I-Im still a noblewoman, though. Either ept or be banned permanently. Ha. Fine. Ill clean the restroom. Sushia copsed onto the floor, seemingly unconcerned about soiling her dress. Why has it felt weird since earlier? Since earlier, there had been a prickling sensation on his back. As if he should run away at any moment, his body seemed to warn him. Moreover, that feeling was intensifying. Ah... Its probably just fatigue. Just as he was trying to ignore that feeling, a housemaid appeared. You are here, Lord Ascal. Whats the matter? Well... His Highness the Crown Prince is looking for you. Oh? He must have some urgent business. And... Princess Serena is also looking for Lord Ascal. Why the princess? And... Princess Yulia is also looking for Lord Ascal. ... Um. Something seemed to be going awry. He had a gut feeling that getting caught wouldnd him in some serious trouble. Without further thought, Ascal decided to flee. Ascal! Wait! Show me the horse! It was the voice of the Crown Prince. Ascal instantly took off running. I knew youde this way. Just as I predicted. Upon heading to the right staircase on the 2nd floor, Princess Serena was waiting. She looked rather triumphant. Ignoring Princess Serena, Ascal rushed up to the 3rd floor. Hey! Wait! At least give me a cookie before you go! Once he made it out of the lengthy staircase, he found himself at a dead-end. Escaping up the stairs and evading both Crown Prince Kain and Princess Serena was a feat, but now, upon reaching the 3rd floor of the mansion, Ascal felt like a cornered mouse. Being caught was now only a matter of time. What should I do? But suddenly, the distant sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears. Ascal nced at the window. ...The night sky looked beautiful. But this wasnt the time to admire it. Even if I fall, I wont die, right? If hends properly, a fall from the height of 3 floors shouldnt be fatal. And he had legs trained from dailymuting. They should be reliable. Or maybe not, considering Ive recently beenmuting by carriage. It was a moment of doubt. I found you. Behind him, he heard Yulias voice. There was no more time to hesitate. -WHOOOSH!! Ascal jumped straight through the window with both arms pressed against his torso. The window shattered immediately, and Ascal began his descent to the ground. This feels much higher than I thought? And worse, he was falling head-first. This might be the end of him. If there was a Darwin Award here in this world, hed surely win it this year. At that moment, A white horse appeared in the distance. From the sky, a shadow of wings descended. Fer! The Pegasus, spreading its wings wide, was racing towards its master. With a graceful move, it sessfully let Ascal mount it. Lets go home like this! Hee-haw! Fer pped its wings. **** Tha-thats... Impossible! Raven was frustrated. Mired in a recent slump, he had hoped to find some inspiration by attending the Dukes party. No matter how much he danced or took walks, inspiration eluded him. Then, before Ravens eyes, an unbelievable sight unfolded. Among the stars embroidering the night sky, a man was soaring while riding a Pegasus. This is a miracle! Raven hurriedly fetched his canvas. He had toplete the painting before this inspiration faded. And the painting that Ravenpleted became one of the most renowned masterpieces in imperial history. [TN: You can support the trantion and read 5 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Chapter 30: The Assassin from Cat Tribe In the dark chamber, a floor wasid with ck marble, and the walls were of a deep and intense gray. On a round table made of rich dark oak, a silver candlestick flickered with an orange hue. The faint light asionally illuminated the silhouettes of those seated at the table. Usually, in such an ambiance, there were two scenarios. Either they had gathered to share scary stories in turn, or they were conspiring in secret, things that could not be done in the public eye. Rarely, they were thetter. Did you send that to the emperor again today?Of course. He drank it without any suspicion. What a foolish Emperor. The leader, seated in the center of the table, inquired. A man tilted a bottle, the luminescent liquid within shimmering, andughed sinisterly. It''s a potion containing century-old phoenix grass, the breath of a smander, and nder from an alchemist. Its worth as much as a house. Yes. Continue to send it. Use only the best ingredients and ensure they''re organic. Take care that no impurities get in. Of course. The empire would be in a mess if the emperor dies even one day sooner.They were a shadowy secret organization known as The Spider. A group formed by those who loathed the empire, gathered solely to bring its downfall. Well keep him strong enough to even go hunting. Hehe.If the current Emperor were to die now, it would be problematic. If thepetent crown prince were to take over, their ns to destabilize the empire would certainly be more difficult. Now, to our second agenda for today. The leader of The Spider tapped on a chessboard. Each chess piece represented a figure from the empire. We need to decide on our next assassination target. Thepetent figures in the empire must be eliminated. The piece he tapped was one holding a staff. It represented the Minister of Magic, Robin. The leader knocked the chess piece over. Let''s vote for our assassination target by majority.A figure on the left spoke with a hint of boredom. Well, isnt it obvious? Someone dedicated to the empire,petent and selfless Indeed. The Minister of Magic, Ro Ascal Debrue. Ascal Debrue. Their voices echoed in unison. The leader cleared his throat before speaking. That''s right. Lately, the most dangerous one is undoubtedly Ascal Debrue. Subtly, the leader switched the chess piece. The mage piece was reced by one with a dark-haired man. Who will assassinate him then? Proud legs of The Spider? I will. The figure seated on the left rose. A dim light revealed his furry face. Ah, the Seventh Leg. I trust you with this. I''ve always loathed the empire that looked down on our kind. Now is our chance for revenge. This time, well snatch away the gem they possess. He* was from the Cat Tribe. A race that had been oppressed by the empire for a long time.**** Laika inhaled the salty scent of the harbor. The aroma of fresh fish melded with the mustiness of aged wood and the tang of human sweat, teasing his sensitive nostrils. He had sessfully smuggled himself in. It had been a decade since hest set foot on thend of the Barba Empire. Merely recalling that time made the scars on his back feel as if they were burning anew. "Damn the Empire..." His stomach growled. A flush crept over Laika''s face. One''s bodily functions never lied. Unfortunately, during his smuggling journey, he''d opted to pack lightly, taking a minimum of supplies with him especially food. He needed to find some local provisions. "I''d like to buy some fish." Luckily, he was at a port. Merchants selling fish were aplenty. However, whether or not they''d willingly sell him the fish was a different story. ''They''re staring at me.'' In the empire, the cat people were rare. The merchant gave Laika an up-and-down nce, then nodded in acknowledgment. Before the merchant could change his mind, Laika quickly reached out, grasping a plump herring. He felt the sturdy flesh beneath its slippery scales. "How much is it?" Laika was on edge. Even if the merchant had decided to sell him the fish, he might still overcharge him. "No need for money. Take it for free." "What do you mean?" "You''re from the Cat tribe, aren''t you?" "Indeed." The merchant grinned broadly. "They say the Cat people bring good luck. I''ve just gifted a fish to a hungry Cat people. Perhaps my sales will skyrocket today?" That was something new to Laika. A decade ago, the people of the empire would shoo away anyone from the Cat tribe, believing they brought bad luck. What on earth had happened in these ten years? Pondering this, Laika bit into the herring, its scales stripped off. The taste of the sea was prominent. Regardless, his mission remained unchanged. To assassinating Ascal Debrue. Laika unfolded a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. It contained a map of the Evaluation Department office where Ascal Debrue was located. "I don''t need a map. Just his scent will do." Laika then took out a handkerchief Ascal had used and sniffed it. He knew exactly where to go.However, getting to the office was no easy task. Not because he lost his way, but because everyone he encountered stared at Laika with fascination. "Wow! A Cat people! Can I touch your tail?" "Hey! That''s rude!" A young child, who appeared to be about seven, looked up at Laika, holding their parent''s hand. Instinctively, Laika took a step back. His tail stiffened defensively. - ''What are you thinking?! Stay away from that filthy beastfolk. You might catch germs!'' - ''No, mother. I was practicing my rock-throwing skills.'' But this time even as time passed, no stones came flying his way. The child''s parent bowed their head, speaking apologetically, "I''m sorry. Our child was impolite." "No, it''s alright. Do you... want to touch the tail?" "Really? Can I?" "Yes." The touch on his tail was gentle. "Thank you so much! Old man from Cat tribe!" "Hey, I''m not an old man... Ah, never mind." It wasn''t entirely unpleasant. Laika had to admit, something had changed in the empire. Perhaps, for the better. A sigh escaped his lips.At that moment, a flyer was carried over by the wind. Laika''s face contorted as he held the flyer. ''As expected of the Empire... You haven''t changed.'' Laika crumpled up the flyer and tossed it away. Skillful Cat people will melt away your fatigue! Visit us now! - Empire''s Liender Street, 2nd Avenue No. 3 "They still exploit my kin. Unforgivable." Sniff sniff. Following the scent of the flyer, Laika made his way directly to the shop. Before assassinating Ascal, he would deal with these cunning humans and rescue his kin. "Wee~" "Oh, a Cat tribe customer? What seems to be the problem?" Upon entering the Cat tribe massage parlor, Laika instantly drew his de. He advanced menacingly towards the shop owner. "What do you think you''re doing!" Blocking Laika''s path was another Catfolk. "Why are you helping the humans? Aren''t they exploiting you?" "...What kind of nonsensical thing are you saying?" The Catfolk replied, seemingly baffled. "Do I look like I''m being exploited to you? I work a legitimate 5-day work week." "5-day week? What''s that?" "It means I don''t work on Saturdays and Sundays and rest at home." "There''s a system like that?" The Catfolk ced a hand on his hip. "By the looks of it, you''re quite old-fashioned. You''re not from around here, are you?" "...Correct." "How about you try working at this shop as a trial? Do you know how to massage?" "I can use some acupuncture techniques." "A rare talent! This is great! Boss!" The previously knocked down boss suddenly appeared as if nothing had happened, holding a contract. "Just sign here. Work hours are from 10:30 AM to 6:00 PM, and as you heard, Saturdays and Sundays are off. Lunch is provided, and the starting sry is 3 silver. As for the annual leave system and retirement benefits..." "Annu... Annual leave? Retirement benefits? What are those? They provide lunch and pay on top of that?" It was a cultural shock. Laika''s eyes widened as he quickly scanned the contract. "This is why Catfolk needs to be educated..." The Catfolk looked at him with a mix of pity and contempt. **** "Sir, are you satisfied?" "Just right. Ouch. Laika''s acupuncture hurts, but once you''ve been treated, the pain in that area clears uppletely. That''s why I can''t quiting here." "Thank you for thepliment." Thanks to his exceptional acupuncture skills, Laika quickly became the star masseuse of the parlor. His unique method,bining massage and acupuncture, was peerless and highly praised. "It''s already been two months since I started working here..." Strange. He was sure he had an important mission when he entered the Empire... Ding. "Wee!" As soon as the shop door opened, Laika greeted reflexively. Laika''s eyes narrowed slightly. The one who entered was another Catfolk. "Laika, I came to scout you today." "...Scout?" "I am the massage team leader at the Evaluation Department''s rest area. We need someone with your talents in our department." "I decline. I cannot betray the kindness of the owner who hired me." "A 4-day workweek. 10 silvers a month." "Just give me a moment. I''ll pack my things." Laika switched jobs. **** Surprisingly, office workers often experience muscle pain. Always hunching over, shoulders bent forward. When this bes chronic, it was quite bothersome. Moreover, most office workersck exercise. "As expected... your trapezius andtissimus dorsi muscles are quite tense. I''ll focus on these areas. It might be a bit painful." Laika became a specialized acupuncturist at the Evaluation Department''s rest area. He skillfully inserted the long needle into the trapezius muscle. Swoosh. "Ouch..." "Just bear with it for a moment. You''ll feel better soon."And then, he gently moved the needle, carefully easing the knotted muscles. He then softly pushed and pulled thetissimus dorsi muscles, as he always did. In the rxedtissimus dorsi, he inserted the needle diagonally and whisked it around. It was a skillful touch, apanied by an extreme understanding of the human body. "It... It''s refreshing..." Ascaly on the massage bed, feeling sheer bliss. At first, when he received the acupuncture, he felt a slight aversion, but now he even found the mild pain somewhat addictive. Because it felt so refreshing afterward. "Director-nim, you''re always the hope of our Evaluation Department! Keep up the good work today!" "Thank you, Laika. I''ll do my best today." And with that, Ascal left the rest area. Laika cleaned up the used tools and prepared to finish his shift. It was another fulfilling day. ''Hmm, it feels like I''ve forgotten something...'' The Catfolk, while skilled with their hands, often forget things. However, they never forget important memories. ''Well, if I can''t remember it, it probably wasn''t that important...'' **** "No news. Did something happen to Laika?" The leader sounded worried. Ascal was still alive. And there was no news from Laika. The implication was simple. Laika was in so much trouble he couldn''t even contact them. "Ascal, he was more dangerous than we thought. We need to increase his threat level." The Spider lost one of its legs. "Is this the prowess of the Empire''s sleeping dragon?" The legs buzzed in agreement. "He probably underestimated him because he''s a bureaucrat. That''s his bad habit." Laika was an exceptional assassin. For the spider, this was a significant loss. "But it''s okay. The spider still has seven legs left. We will still bring down the Empire." The leader was resolute. [TL: He: The gender of Laika is somewhat ambiguous in the original text. Although Laika is a typically female name, the author initially uses (which trantes to he in English), suggesting a male identity. However, subsequent references to Laika in the chapter are gender-neutral or didnt uses gender at all, amon feature in Korean as thenguage often omits gender-specific pronouns. Therefore, I have chosen to use he in the trantion, aligning with the authors initial gender designation for Laika. You can support the trantion and read 5 chapters ahead of the release here on Patreon: /OracleTls] Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Frog Commotion When one became the top person in any department, if there was a notable perk, it was that they could use the plush leather chair all by themselves. It wasmonly referred to as the ''Director''s Chair.'' Ascal leaned back, reviewing documents again today. Most of them were matters already neatly handled, so all he needed to do was stamp his approval. Therefore, unless there was something special, the department Director''s duties would usually conclude by mid-morning. It was a position of responsibility, not necessarily of work. ''I now understand why those at the top loiter around while their subordinates work.'' ''Former Director, I finally realize.'' Lately, Ascal had three concerns. First, his work was so rxed that his will to defect from the empire was weakening. It was like a fox tamed by a human. ''Get a grip, Ascal Debrue.'' Reaffirming this to himself, Ascal felt a surge of determination. And his second concern... "Director-nim, do you have a moment? I have something to discuss." "I''m sorry, but I''m busy with tasks right now." It was that Lia kept requesting personal meetings. Ever since the event at the Duke''s party, Lia often seemed restless, as if she had something to confess. ''Please, no confession about you being princess. Not that.'' Desperately, Ascal shifted his gaze to his paperwork, pretending to be busy. Lia seemed about to speak, but bit her lip and returned to her ce. Sneakily, Ascal wiped away the cold sweat. ''Please save me. Father, Mother.'' His throat felt tense and stiff. At times like this, he dearly missed the massages from the cat tribe. Looking to kill some time, Ascal headed towards the recreation room. He decided to ignore the piercing gaze from Lia behind him. **** "Wee, Ascal." Upon entering the recreation roo, his third concern appeared. The Crown Prince was there.With both hands propped under his chin, Kain, draped in a robe that revealed his upper body, greeted Ascal warmly as soon as he saw him. He resembled a vige chief in demeanor. The Cat tribe''s masseur, worried that the Crown Prince might feel ufortable, diligently pressed and massaged, sweating profusely as always. With a somewhat resigned attitude, Ascalid down on the massage bed next to the Crown Prince. Soon, gentle hands began massaging his back. "Is it alright for you toe here so often? Aren''t you swamped with official duties?" "Taking a short break doesn''t cause any harm. Besides, isn''t taking care of one''s body also a part of official duties? Heh!" The magical touch that eased the tight muscles in his back and buttocks from horseback riding also rxed the Crown Prince''s expression. "Actually, I came today to ask a favor." "You''re mistaken. We don''t have any horses. We''ve already sent them to arger ranch to frolic freely." No, no, thats not it. Well, thats partly true.Fortunately, not many had seen Ascal during the Pegasus incident. Kain, who was on the lower floor, hadn''t witnessed the Pegasus. Had he seen the Pegasus then, he might''ve gone beyond simply being curious and perhaps even employed personal influence. "Do you know Count Devar?" "Yes, he''s known to be rather talkative." "Haha, it''s not just talkative. He probably spreads half the rumors in the empire." Count Devar. Having met him only once at a party, the count had left a strong impression on Ascal. There were people who love to interfere everywhere and spread words. Count Devar was the epitome of that type. "But there are recent talks that Count Devar isn''t reporting his taxes properly." Kain remarked with a meaningful tone. "While the empire tirelessly works day and night to provide for its citizens, if there''s a despicable individual lining his own pockets, what would you do?" "Well..." Kain always looked mncholic, and it was easy to forget, but he was still the heir to the throne.The Crown Prince''s words had a clear intent. ''Im not going to do anything directly, so could you handle Count Devar for me.'' Having understood, Ascal pondered. Between the Crown Prince and Count Devar, whose side should he take? Without a doubt, it was the Crown Prince. No matter how much the Crown Prince seemed to enjoy ttery or appeared tock substance, it was all just an act. Having a favor owed would certainlye in handy someday. Perhaps... "If there''s someone harboring such ill intent, shouldn''t we force them to return their ill-gotten wealth to the national treasury?" "That''s precisely what I''m saying! As expected of Ascal, I knew you''d understand!" But what made Count Devar so unlikable to the Crown Prince? "And you know it''s certainly not because of rumors that I enjoy horseback riding, get injured, and receiving massage treatments while hanging around the pce. It''s all for the empire." "...." Ascal simply nodded halfheartedly. **** From Serena Barba.>