Ch.136[Episode 136] Aftermath of the Administration

“Hwa-.”

Alice rubbed her sleepy eyes and lay down on her bed as soon as she got home.

It seemed that staying up all night was still too much for young Alice.

Fortunately, Sir Dominic had been considerate enough to excuse her from training for two days. Otherwise, Alice might have fallen asleep during training.

Alice lay on her pink bed, hugging her teddy bear.

She closed her eyes to sleep because she was so tired, but somehow her mind became even more alert.

That’s how fatigue works—once you pass a certain threshold, you paradoxically feel less tired.

Still, I need to sleep, she thought as she squeezed her eyes shut and started counting sheep.

One sheep. Two sheep.

But the sheep gradually transformed into Sir Dominic, and soon all the imaginary sheep disappeared, leaving only Sir Dominic relentlessly pursuing Trom.

He was so cool.

Alice’s eyes flew open.

She sat up and touched her cheeks, which had turned bright red.

“So that’s what a real knight is.”

Alice unconsciously revealed her inner thoughts.

The truth was, until now, Alice had admired knights but didn’t really know how they fought or lived.

She had simply admired Sir Dominic vaguely, like a knight from a fairy tale.

But after watching Sir Dominic’s battle today, Alice realized what a real knight was.

Real knights were different from fantasy.

They were desperate and realistic.

And… cool!

Alice thought about Sir Dominic’s amazing mental strength, physical endurance, and the shield he wielded without the slightest error.

Sir Dominic’s incredible mental fortitude, physical strength, and technique must be the result of doing the same training Alice was doing now, diligently, day after day.

With this thought, Alice clenched her fists.

Could I become such a knight someday?

If I train hard, could I become as strong as my master?

Alice suddenly thought about her future self.

A female knight with sword and shield, fighting desperately yet elegantly to subdue enemies, just like Sir Dominic.

Hehe. Alice smiled dreamily as her eyelids grew heavier.

That night, Alice dreamed of the grand and magnificent adventures of a splendid female knight.

…

“…”

“Well, Demon Lord…”

“…”

“I… I’m sorry.”

A cold atmosphere hung between Princess Teu Le Vante, Demon Lord of Evil Eyes, and the Chief of Staff.

More precisely, the Demon Lord was treating the Chief of Staff coldly.

Why did I have to kick that doll then…

The Chief of Staff turned his head, blaming his past self.

The Demon Lord, true to her title, had a very strong collecting obsession.

She had to obtain anything she liked, and to do so, she wouldn’t hesitate to give up candy for two days.

For Teu Le Vante, not eating candy for two days was practically torture!

This was proof of how strong Teu Le Vante’s collecting obsession was.

Having destroyed one of Teu Le Vante’s collectibles, the Chief of Staff couldn’t expect to be in her good graces.

And the Chief of Staff, filled with loyalty to the Demon Lord, couldn’t possibly enjoy this atmosphere.

The Chief of Staff had to do something to improve the Demon Lord’s mood.

“Demon Lord? I bought melon-flavored candy!”

“…!”

Teu Le Vante’s eyes widened.

Melon-flavored candy was Teu Le Vante’s favorite food.

“…!”

However, surprisingly, Teu Le Vante turned her head away sharply.

The Chief of Staff’s face turned pale, seemingly realizing the gravity of the situation.

“L-look, a zebra. Wow! A zebra doll! Demon Lord, it’s a cute zebra doll!”

The Chief of Staff pulled out a zebra doll, Teu Le Vante’s favorite animal.

The zebra doll was large enough for Teu Le Vante to ride but shorter than knee height.

“…”

However, Teu Le Vante merely glanced at the zebra doll occasionally, maintaining her cold demeanor.

Ugh. What should I do? The Chief of Staff fell into deep contemplation.

Seeing the Demon Lord’s cute… no, charismatic appearance was this old Chief of Staff’s joy.

If this cold atmosphere continued, the Chief of Staff would wither away and die from lack of Demon Lord nutrients.

“Chief of Staff? I have urgent news.”

Just then.

A demon appeared, hanging upside down from the ceiling, and addressed the Chief of Staff.

“…Later. Right now, improving the Demon Lord’s mood comes first—”

“It’s news that will please the Demon Lord.”

“…Tell me.”

The Chief of Staff’s ears perked up at the mention of something that could please the Demon Lord.

Leaning slightly forward in a gesture that said “speak,” the Chief of Staff’s eyes widened at the demon’s words.

“Little Sir Dominic will be mass-produced.”

“What!”

The Chief of Staff bellowed.

“!”

Startled by the tremendous shout, the Demon Lord’s already large eyes widened to twice their size as she stared.

“Ah, it’s nothing. I just heard surprising news.”

Ah. The Demon Lord nodded, but then, seemingly remembering her concept, turned her head coldly again.

Watching this, the Chief of Staff asked the demon again.

“When will it be available?”

“Tomorrow, they say. However, to make it move, you need to buy a character card separately…”

“Any price! I can pay any price.”

The Chief of Staff nodded and said.

He didn’t know how expensive Sir Dominic’s card would be, but it was just one card.

He could surely afford it.

…The Chief of Staff was mistaken.

…

“Yes. Tomorrow.”

-Are you lying?

-No way the streamer is that connected?

-You probably got permission in your imagination lol

“No, I really got permission from Sir Dominic!”

Star I’m Not Little felt like he was going crazy from the viewers’ reactions.

“You’ll need to get the cards separately, but he said the dolls can be replicated as much as needed. I’ve already finished contacting the person who made this.”

That’s right.

I’m Not Little had received permission from both Sir Dominic and the doll maker to mass-produce Little Sir Dominic merchandise.

“By the way, the doll maker was quite an unexpected person.”

I’m Not Little thought back to when he first contacted the doll maker.

Even now, it seemed like such an unexpected person.

-Who is it?

-Come on, we won’t tell anyone, just tell us lol

“Ah, sorry. The creator asked me to keep it a secret.”

I’m Not Little drew a clear line and tried to change the subject.

“Anyway, today’s game is—”

-So who is it?!

-When will the dolls be available?

-Tomorrow, they said.

Leaving the viewers still in suspense.

…

“Achoo!”

Super Deluxe sneezed loudly.

Sniff. Super Deluxe sniffled.

In front of him were a sewing machine, cotton, and stuffed dolls.

“Is someone talking about me?”

Super Deluxe blew his nose with a tissue and resumed his work.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it? People actually buy these things?”

A new business started with the help of an acquaintance.

In Super Deluxe’s hands was a doll of Sir Dominic.

“What started as a way to get likes on social media has grown quite big.”

That’s right.

Super Deluxe, worried about his popularity declining during the off-season when there were no events, learned how to make stuffed dolls.

The ways to gain popularity on social media were to be handsome, post cute things, or show off how successful you are.

Since he was already doing the first and third, Super Deluxe chose to post cute things.

Posting cats or dogs was too common, so Super Deluxe decided to post dolls.

However, when he realized that dolls weren’t cheap, he thought, I’ll just make them myself! And so began his sewing journey.

Perhaps he had a talent for it, because Super Deluxe’s dolls became very popular on social media.

Even more popular than Super Deluxe’s main account.

But Super Deluxe didn’t mind that fact much.

Whether it was his main account or sub-account, popularity was all that mattered.

He was even considering quitting his villain work and changing careers to become a doll maker, which gives you an idea of his current status.

Super Deluxe finished one Little Sir Dominic and started making a new one.

Having received advance payments, he had expanded his operation to make about 10 dolls a day.

If he earned more money, making 100 or 1,000 dolls a day wouldn’t be just a dream.

Super Deluxe was filled with dreams.

Forgetting his main job entirely.

…

Mountain Bridge Marsh headquarters.

“Damn it!”

The man wearing the king’s clothes struck the wall with his fist, furious about something.

The plan should have been perfect. Where did it go wrong?

For someone who had lived his entire life making choices and never failing once, this failure hit him particularly hard.

The man in the king’s clothes drew his sword and beheaded a passing minion.

He had fallen into a delusion where it seemed like everyone in the world was mocking and condemning him.

“How pathetic, King.”

The man in the king’s clothes glared venomously in the direction of the voice.

There stood a woman wearing a hat, eating walnuts and peanuts while looking at him with dull eyes. Her hat had the words “IQ over 150” written on it.

“You should have known you might fail. The trend these days is human triumph over failure. Didn’t you know?”

After mocking the man in the king’s clothes, the woman entered her coffin.

Of course, there were incidents of people inserting combs or fire extinguishers before she could close the lid, but such things were common at Mountain Bridge Marsh.

The man in the king’s clothes glared at the coffin the woman had entered.

How dare she.

“Next time will be different, next time.”

Anger rose within the King.