"Orphan bastard!!!"

-Orphan bastard...

-Orphan bastard...

-Orphan bas...tard...

Schuen's bold voice echoed loudly through the sewer.

"Hey..."

While insulting Geilo's mother.

"Hey... you're crazy."

Luin looked at Schuen with trembling eyes.

"Why the hell are you saying that all of a sudden..."

He was already at a loss as to how to win, and he thought that if she even provoked him, things would get even bigger.

Of course.

"That guy is an orphan bastard!"

Schuen, who was full of justice and pride, had no intention of bending her will.

Schuen, who was spewing unspeakable words while looking at Geilo, widened her eyes and pointed her finger.

"Something strange is coming out of his body!"

"..."

"It's sticky and dirty!"

"Still, there are things you should and shouldn't say. I don't even touch family...."

Luin, who had a hunch that things were going wrong, glanced at the muttering Geilo and bit his nervous lip.

"Look at that bastard."

Because of Schuen's anger, white smoke began to come out of Geilo's slime.

-What... did you just say?"

The already bald guy had become a strange sight with bunny ears.

I don't know what to call him.

-...What about my mother...?

I thought it wasn't a normal appearance.

"Schuen, let's just hold back for a moment."

Luin gathered his complicated thoughts and said to the lip-twitching Schuen. That his condition was strange, so let's take a break.

-I'll give you a chance to say it again.

Look, that guy is willing to be lenient, so let's just bow our heads once and find his weakness....

"Slime!"

You son of a bitch.

"...Take it back!!!"

Luin, who had covered Schuen's mouth, said while being wary of the motionless Geilo. To please shut that cursed mouth.

"Take it back...!"

"...I don't want to! Why should I take it back!"

"We have to buy time to find that bastard's weakness!"

"A noble never takes back what they've said!"

"Would you like it if someone called your mother a slime?"

"How dare an algae insult a noble?!"

"No, I'm not saying you're like that, I'm saying he's like that, you said it!"

"It's true... no... wait a minute. I think I made a mistake."

"Yeah... you just made a mistake."

"It might not be his mother's side, but his father's side."

Luin ended up saying the words he had been thinking in his heart.

"He's really crazy..."

While thinking that there were no normal kids among Ricardo's acquaintances.

"Still, I have no intention of defending the father of a sinner! A slime-box... this should be brought to the noble's hearing and severely punished."

"Hey..."

"Not only does he like the same sex.... how dare... how dare...! he make a child with a slime?! Such blasphemy!!!!"

It's chilling.

-...I gave you a chance.

"What are you going to do about it! You social outcast!"

-I gave you a chance to be forgiven.

"Shut up!"

It's really chilling.

-How dare you... insult the mother who gave birth to you and raised you?

"Then you shouldn't have grown up like that!"

-How dare you...

Schuen let out a snort and hardened her noble will. If she let him off just because she felt sorry for him, the pride of a noble would not stand, so she was protecting her beliefs for her own cause.

The homosexuality that the empire had forbidden.

"It's the death penalty!"

To destroy the one who had made love with a monster.

Of course, the laws of the empire did not consider marriage with a monster that had a 'human' form and 'intelligence' to be a crime, but nevertheless, as the eldest daughter of the Tetra family, who protected the law, Schuen decided to harden her will.

Because no matter what the process was, it felt dirty.

"Algae!"

"What."

"If you're a commoner, fight like a commoner! I, the proud one, will cover you from behind."

"I thought we were fighting together."

"Are you senile? Why would a noble like me fight with a commoner? I could just fight alone 멋지게."

"Really..."

Luin, who had let out a sigh, was admitting to Schuen's words to some extent.

'That blockhead's words are not wrong...'

Because if he observed the characteristics of the man in front of him carefully, he could understand why Schuen had used the word 'slime'.

-Squelch.

Immunity to magic.

Immunity to physical attacks.

Just looking at the listed points, it seemed like he was wearing the strongest armor in the world, but coincidentally, the creature that had the same abilities as the listed characteristics was the slime.

Of course, the slime was overwhelmingly inferior in terms of hardness and magical resistance. A normal slime in a dungeon would evaporate with a single fireball.

However, if the suffix 'elite' was attached, the subjugation of a slime would change to the subjugation of a large monster, so it was often separated as a monster of quite high standing among adventurers.

Yes.

-You won't die a good death.

Just like the guy named 'Geilo' in front of them.

"Schuen."

"Yes."

"What's the weakness of a slime?"

"It's fire."

"..."

No, fire didn't work.

He had already realized that it wouldn't work after throwing hundreds of fireballs at its head.

"It's not fire."

"The book says they die if you burn them with fire."

"You saw it too. That bastard is immune to fire."

"That's right."

"Then..."

Some time passed as he racked his brain. Geilo, who was no longer waiting, began to approach, dripping a transparent, bubbling slime.

-The slime you ignored is not from a lowly creature like a slime. It was made through experiments....

Schuen shouted at the man.

"How dare you insult my parents?!"

-...

"You're a son of a bitch who has forsaken the natural order! I'm disappointed!"

Don't insult my lineage.

-...You're not going to die a pretty death.

"You look like a snot!"

-Yeah, I'll show you hell.

Luin, who had widened his eyes at the arguing pair's words, looked at Schuen and asked.

"You... what did you just say?

"I told him not to be ashamed of his parents."

"...No, before that."

"I said he looks like snot."

"Yeah... snot needs to be wiped."

Geilo, who had exploded in anger, clenched his fists and began to run.

'Thump thump' As Geilo ran, kicking the ground, a hot slime was steaming from his body.

"I'll punish the patricide!"

Schuen began to prepare a large-scale magic.

He would be able to kill him.

"..."

Although the sewer would collapse and they would die together.

Luin, who had seen through Geilo's weakness, chanted a low magic with a cold voice.

"Hydro Cannon"

While thinking that dirty things should be wiped away.

A magic circle formed above Luin's head, and a drop of water began to fall.

-Drip.

One drop.

-Drip drip.

Two drops.

-Drip drip drip.

Three drops.

When Geilo's steps faltered as he saw the falling drops of water with trembling eyes, Luin felt a thrill and said.

"Take a shower...."

There was no need to be afraid of whether the slime's identity was a slime or a poison. Filth could just be washed away.

"You dirty bastard!"

The moment a strong stream of water moved towards Geilo along with Luin's words, Luin shouted at Schuen.

"Shoot!"

"Great magic...!"

"Not that one!"

"...Hmph."

·

·

·

After the fierce battle had ended, Luin, who had approached the breathless Geilo, tilted his head as he touched Geilo's body with the tip of his foot.

"Hey."

"Yes?"

"This was sweat."

"...Then I was right!"

"It might not be! He said he made it with an experiment. His body must be fucked up!"

Schuen, who couldn't uncover the truth, gave a disappointed smile and nodded her head.

"I'm curious about how he made it, but...."

"..."

"I can't ask him, can I?"

"Are you crazy?"

"...It seems like it would be useful."

"What would you use it for."

"On Schuen's first night."

"..."

Luin, who was afraid of Ricardo's acquaintances in many ways.

*

With a cold breath, Mikhail's blade cut off the hand of the 'sinner' who was holding a studded club.

"...Ha."

"...."

"You monstrous bastards."

The trembling he felt at his fingertips did not disappear.

He was not afraid of cutting down monsters, but 'murder' was still a distant story for him.

Ricardo had said so.

-I'm not used to killing either.

That he also hated killing someone.

In the past, he had thought that Ricardo, who cut down people without hesitation, was a murderer without emotions.

-We can talk about it!!

-If I hadn't killed him?

-...That's.

-Do you know how many people would have died if I hadn't killed this person here?

-No matter what, this is not right. This....

-10 faculty members. 52 students. 12 teaching assistants.

-...

-Many more would have died, would that have been okay?

Because he couldn't understand Ricardo, who sacrificed a few for the greater good.

Now he could understand.

Why Ricardo had made that choice and why he didn't hesitate when he swung his sword.

Because people need to be selfish.

Mikhail, who wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, said to Yuria, who was looking at the fallen man with a complicated expression.

"...I'll finish it, Yuria."

Yuria, who had a stiff expression, shook her head at Mikhail's words and slowly approached the fallen man.

"No."

"..."

"I'll do it."

With Mikhail's trembling eyes, the man who saw Yuria let out a small laugh and a sneer.

"...I can understand the knight, but what about you?"

Yuria, who was stopping the bleeding on the man's arm, gave a faint smile and ignored the man's words. Because the man, whose tendons were all cut, couldn't even move a finger.

The man, who knew that fact better than anyone else, realized that his approaching death had been postponed and asked Yuria a question.

"How can a healer stand on the front lines?"

"..."

"Has the empire's educational policy changed?"

"..."

"A method of fighting with a healer in the front... I guess they're planning a war."

Yuria, who had finished stopping the bleeding, looked at the man with a gentle gaze and asked.

"I'll just ask you one thing."

"...You didn't even answer my question, and you're asking a question..."

"How many people have you killed so far?"

"...Ha?"

"I can send you off peacefully."

"...Is this a final act of mercy before you kill me."

'...Yes."

At Yuria's short answer, the man let out a hollow laugh and fell into deep thought.

"My first murder was my father, who was drunk and violent."

"..."

"He beat me so much that I couldn't straighten one of my arms. Look at it now, this elbow is a problem, so you guys were able to see through my weakness."

Every time he recalled the people he had killed, a smile began to form on the man's face. As if he were reminiscing about that time.

"The fifth was a rich couple."

"..."

"I was trying to live a decent life, but a carriage was passing through the middle of the mountains."

"..."

"At that time, my job was a bandit, so I killed them. There was no reason."

"..."

"This is an unknown murder, but it was so much fun when I killed the young noble."

"..."

Yuria, who had been listening quietly, placed her fingertips on the man's injured arm.

"I'm a soft-hearted person."

"...So what about it."

"Even now, it hurts my heart to hurt someone, and I hesitate."

"...You hit pretty hard for someone who says that."

"...You're my enemy."

"...Are you pitying me right now?"

Yuria shook her head and said.

"No."

"..."

"You have to die."

"..."

"Otherwise, you'll kill me."

"Pfft. That's right."

Yuria's divine eye began to shine with a golden light.

"I don't think I can keep my promise."

"..."

"Because I'm still not good at controlling my strength."

Yuria made up her mind.

She put aside the thought of forgiving any villain and hardened her heart.

Because that was the way to not stop.

"It's going to hurt."

Yuria's clock hands were moving.

"It's going to hurt... so much that you'll want to die."

A cold wind blows from the endless passage.

"Oh... the smell."

Along with a terrible smell.

The smell of the sewer was terrible.

Perhaps because it was a passage where filth flowed, a rotten smell was constantly coming, and there was so much filth on the floor that it would leave footprints.

I, who waved my hand over the bridge of my nose at the overwhelming smell, looked at Chartia walking silently and asked. Because I was curious what this place was like for the princess, who had grown up seeing only good things.

"Ugh..."

Sure enough, Chartia, who was holding back her nausea, was walking with difficulty, covering her mouth with her clenched fist.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You seem to be having a very hard time."

"I'm fine. I'll get used to it soon, so you don't have to worry."

It was a forced march.

To the point where Chartia's body, who had moved faster than anyone else to win the emperor's favor, would be strained.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

Really, a foolish person.

"Would you like to rest for a while?"

"...I'm fine."

"There's plenty of time. We might not be able to clear it out in a day, so it's not too late to take our time."

"We have to finish it as quickly as possible."

"I have no intention of finishing it slowly either. If we leave the escaped criminals alive, there will be secondary damage."

"..."

"That's why I'm suggesting we rest."

I looked at Chartia, whose complexion was not good, and made a grim face. Because if this continued, I was afraid I would be arrested for the crime of regicide, not to mention the criminals.

"Somehow, your complexion has gotten worse."

"It's because the smell is so strong."

"No."

I took a water bottle from my pocket and, handing it to Chartia, said.

"I think you're in worse shape than when we were in class."

"..."

"You had a lively look on your face then. Perhaps because I fed you well and let you sleep well, you were full of energy, but now you look like a rotten fish."

"...It's because I'm tired. I didn't get to sleep properly because of the backlog of work."

"Didn't I tell you? You'll die if you keep this up."

"..."

"I don't want to see a king who dies young."

Chartia smiled awkwardly and bowed her head. Because she too felt that her body was reaching its limit.

As soon as the class was over, she had stayed up all night to take care of the backlog of work, and not long after, the prison incident had occurred, so she couldn't remember the last time she had slept properly.

"...I should. I should, but..."

I looked at Chartia, who was opening her sleepy eyes, and asked. Why on earth was she doing this?

"Isn't it hard?"

As someone who had only seen her life story through the novel, I could not fully understand her hardships. I knew why she was clinging to the throne, and what kind of narrative she was running with, but knowing that did not mean I understood her heart.

"Why are you doing this?"

"..."

To me, the person called Chartia is seen as 'a person who only works to death.' Even when she was at the academy, she was holed up in her office, so it was hard to even see her face.

'A person who will become king when the time comes.'

My view of her was this short phrase.

I know how foolish and stupid this kind of thinking is. Because I know how absurd it is for the person involved to see only the result and not the process.

But still.

"Your Highness is overdoing it right now."

Even if she has a reason to give up everything and become king.

"Are you not going to listen to my advice?"

Working to death was not the right thing to do. Like a tree that might fall at any moment.

"...Don't nag me."

Chartia, who had bitten her lip at the continuous nagging, shook her head and spat out a sharp word.

"I'm taking it easy on my own."

While spitting out words that meant 'what do you know.'

"..."

Chartia's words did not continue.

"I've overstepped my bounds."

Because people from any world are the same in their dislike of nagging.

"I'm sorry. I'm just tired."

"No. It is my inadequacy."

"..."

In this situation, if the young lady had been here, she would have given her a good whack.

-You idiot! Play with me!

-This is urgent. It's something that has to be done today, so I'll play with you after I'm done.

-Eeeeeeeeeek... then I'll do it for you.

-It's math.

-I'm a noble.

-103 plus 12341 is?

-Wiii...

I, who let out a low sigh at the frustrating sight of Chartia, smiled faintly to change the atmosphere and began to tell a hopeful story.

Because if you only scold, you'll lose your spirit.

"But I think it will end soon."

"...Huh?"

"Haven't the sounds coming from the other passages stopped?"

"Now that you mention it, that's right. Luin was shouting his head off."

"They either got beaten, or they won."

"Then shouldn't we go...?"

"I'm kidding. The students I taught are not people who will lose easily."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

-Okay!!! Shuen!!!

-Don't call a noble's name so carelessly, green algae!

I, who let out a small laugh at Luin's voice, which sounded like he had met another prisoner, said to Chartia.

"See? They're fine, right?"

That they were people I guaranteed with my name, so they didn't have to worry.

"Pfft... that's right."

I, who had regained my smile in the slightly relaxed atmosphere, took out the documents that Chartia had given me before from my inner pocket and let out a low exclamation of admiration.

[List of Escapees]

While looking at the list of personal information of the criminals who had escaped from the Black Sanctuary.

"It seems that dangerous people have indeed escaped."

"..."

"I see a few who are at the archbishop level."

"How many do you think there are?"

"Hmm... the escapee called 'The Sodomite' or the 'Iron Nail Cane Murderer.' And the 'The madman who spreads poison' seem to be people with a danger level of about an archbishop."

"I hope they come our way..."

"Are you going to take care of them, Your Highness?"

"...No. That's not it."

"I'm kidding. But you don't have to worry too much. The students can take care of criminals of this level. If worse comes to worst, Mikhail will use the holy sword, so you don't have to worry too much."

"That's a relief, but I feel bad because of me."

I shook my head at the self-reproaching Chartia and said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Mhm...?"

"It's because of me."

"..."

I, who had eased the burden on her, pointed my finger at the name of the man at the end of the list and began to read his name.

"The merciful slaughterer..."

The name of the person we would soon meet.

"...Eric?"

"..."

"Is that the person I know?"

Chartia, who had heard the name Eric, could not control her expression, unlike her usual self. Like a dragon whose weak point had been discovered.

I, who had observed Chartia's gaze, smiled awkwardly and asked again.

"Your Highness?"

Chartia hesitated to open her lips, glancing at me. Because the man named 'Eric' was someone who had given Chartia an unforgettable memory.

The former chancellor of the empire.

The one who was respected by the nobles and the people for his outstanding character and personality.

"...That's right."

"I see."

"Mhm."

Because the one who was respected by all was the worst existence to her.

I mixed the content I had seen in the novel and the content Chartia had given me as much as possible. Because if I acted like I knew too much, that would also be a problem.

"Are you acquainted with him?"

"No."

"Do you know of any weaknesses he has?"

-Squeeze...

"...No."

I played a mean trick.

Because I asked her again, knowing it was her weak point, and knowing that it was a difficult thing for her.

"I see. If you remember any information you know, please tell me anytime."

"...Alright."

I didn't want to step on her opportunity to grow. Just as Mikhail had overcome the archbishop of oblivion, I wanted her to develop the power to overcome her own challenges.

That was the consideration that a selfish possessor could do.

"The charge is unusual."

"..."

"45 murders and 6 attempted murders... and."

"..."

I looked at Chartia, who was biting her lip, and said.

"Rebellion...네요."

Chartia opened her heavily closed mouth and said.

"Stop."

"..."

"Let's stop resting and move. I think we've rested enough."

"...Hmm... is that so?"

Chartia's face was hardened.

At Chartia's words, I lifted my heavily seated buttocks and moved forward. Towards a deeper place.

And so we walked for 10 minutes.

I, who had stopped in front of a huge water gate, stopped at the place where numerous prisoners had died.

"...This is merciful."

"..."

"To see that he killed them at once without giving them pain."

"..."

I pushed the trembling Chartia's back and said towards the place where the sewage flowed.

"Shall we go?"

"I..."

"Your Highness."

Chartia looked at me with trembling eyes and shook her head.

"No."

"..."

"I can't..."

Of course, her childishness.

"Let's go."

...did not work on the possessor.

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"Chancellor!!"

Young Chartia learned a lot from the chancellor.

How to survive.

How to win.

How to hide the weapons she had.

She learned and developed through the chancellor.

"Haha!! Isn't it Her Highness?!"

Chartia had thought it would be nice if the chancellor were her grandfather. Because he was the first person to be on her side in the harsh imperial palace.

Chartia, who thought of the chancellor's existence as a benefactor in her life, relied on and followed him.

Of course, this happiness did not last long, but she was happy for that moment.

On a certain day when an imperial banquet was held.

Young Chartia, with her fists clenched, said in a careful voice to the chancellor, who was smiling gently.

"Um... Chancellor."

"What is it, Your Highness?"

"Th... that... can I call you grandpa?"

"...Of course. It would be an honor if Your Highness were to call me that."

"Gra... grandpa...?!"

"Yes. Like that."

Without knowing his true feelings behind the mask.