Ch.41The World Changed by an NPC (6)

“What? Who?”

“Ragni Bluemoon. The woman who made a significant contribution to finding the demon followers.”

“…Are you talking about the Ragni Bluemoon Ottoman that I know?”

“No, I just said ‘Ragni Bluemoon’? Ottoman is an imperial princess, isn’t she?”

The woman tilts her head as she listens to her secretary’s report and continues reading the document.

…Slave owner is Jack. Age 18, blue hair, red eyes. Ragni Bluemoon. Female.

“…No, as far as I know, the imperial princess has blue hair and red eyes, and this girl looks exactly the same?”

“Haha! Mayor, you’re overthinking this. People with similar hair and eye colors sharing the same name can be found anywhere. Just my name alone is shared by at least 20 people in Aigram. And considering that Jack guy’s hair color and name, there must be at least 100 of them.”

“…Still, though.”

The woman raises her arm and rests her finger on her chin pensively. Her mature figure draws men’s gazes with just that simple gesture.

This trading city of Aigram. The mayor of this neutral city that belongs to no country thinks about the Ragni Bluemoon Ottoman she knows.

“…Mayor. Surely you don’t think…?”

“No, I need to see this for myself. Ragni Bluemoon Ottoman. I’ve never heard that an imperial princess became a slave and was banished from the empire. She’s too smart. Did she catch all of these by herself? She resembles that woman I had a conversation with in the empire years ago.”

“Come on, just because she’s smart and has a similar name, hair, and eyes, you think she’s the princess? She was even wearing a slave collar!”

“You say all that and still don’t get it?! When so many things match up, it makes it even more suspicious! And are you stupid? Do you think the [Collar of Subjugation] exists outside the empire? That means she’s an imperial slave!”

The secretary listens to her words, makes an “oh” expression, and finally nods.

Really. He’s good at the tasks I assign, but he’s terrible at flexible thinking.

“Fine. Announce that all those demon followers will be publicly executed in two days, and investigate all homosexuals—men who like men. Everyone who leaves the city quickly after the execution, everyone who suddenly disappears, all of them! Followers of the demon of jealousy, and specifically jealousy toward the opposite sex—it’s beyond disgusting, it’s nauseating.”

“Haha! I’m a man too, but I could never look at men that way. These demons must have something wrong in their heads, right?”

“Haa. Enough. Get out.”

“Yes! I’ll go get to work then!”

After the secretary leaves, the mayor activates several magical tools with her hands and stretches. And then…

-Flap!!

“Grrrr!! Those perverted ass-lickers!! Why the hell are they messing with the city I built?! Are they insane?!!”

Huge bat wings emerge from the mayor’s back, and horns grow from her head.

With enormous wings and two horns no human could possess, and pupils split like a mountain goat’s, she frowns as she looks in the mirror.

“Haah. Those crazy bastards, they should at least talk to me before pulling this shit! We’re both among the Seven Deadly Sins, yet they target my city. Wait! Am I really finished?!”

A demon who lives among humans and has been the mayor of Aigram for a long time.

Her name is “Avaritia” (Greed). She extremely dislikes having her possessions “taken away” by others, and finds fulfillment in accumulating wealth.

Unlike Gula (Gluttony), she doesn’t forcibly take from others but enjoys making others willingly offer their possessions to her.

That’s why she created and nurtured this city.

At first, being pushed around by stupid humans made creating the city so difficult and annoying that she nearly gave up more than a hundred times, but after becoming a neutral city and earning the title of “neutral trading city,” life became simply blissful.

Of course it did.

People gather here on their own, pay taxes, sell goods, buy at higher prices, and believing they benefit too, they ensure the city prospers generation after generation.

That’s why she loved this city, and why she wouldn’t let anyone covet her position.

It’s been hundreds of years since she fell out with Superbia (Pride), the strongest and most disgusting of the Seven Deadly Sins, and stopped associating with that side altogether.

But still.

“…Damn. Was hundreds of years an exaggeration? Did they appoint another Sin in my place? Is that even possible? I still have my experience, power, and abilities. Plus, I still have my authority!”

Each demon of the Seven Deadly Sins has their own authority, using it to gather power for their throne.

In that sense, she could be said to be fulfilling her sin more certainly and firmly than any other demon.

Of course. This city is hers no matter what anyone says, and all wealth born in this city is in her grasp.

“…I need to assess the situation. Envy, that male ass-licker targeting me and my city, must have been preparing for a continental invasion.”

And they didn’t inform her about it.

Even if they had told her, she would have opposed it, of course.

Such actions would reduce the human population and consequently the wealth she accumulates—why would she ever agree to that?

She knew well that the goods traded with human-made money, the currency called “Can,” were far more beautiful and valuable than the base, crude trash created by demons.

“First, I need to confirm that woman, Ragni Bluemoon, and if she really is the princess…”

Avaritia opened her safe. From a place containing several blank checks with no amount written, she took out a few gems and one check, raising the corner of her mouth.

“Slurp! If it’s true, I’ll buy her. That woman is worth the price of a castle.”

Recalling her intelligence and their conversation from a few years ago at the imperial summit of nations, she feels like she might wet herself even now.

If she had talked with her just 20 minutes longer at that meeting, she would surely have lost control, kidnapped her from the empire, and kept her in a cage—even if it meant revealing her demonic nature.

Just thinking about it makes her fingers move involuntarily toward her groin.

“Fufu. I hope that man, her owner, doesn’t know her true value.”

Then she could buy her with just a couple of checks and a few gems worth several million.

Demon Avaritia quickly returned to her human mayor form and turned off all the magical tools that had been blocking everything around her. Then she left her mansion and set out.

The twisted world that some NPC had started rolling was becoming completely distorted.

[-Occupation: Demon Mayor NPC- Level 410 Name: Avaritia. Age: 786]

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“Jack!! Jack!! Wake up!! You can’t die like this!!”

“…M-Master? This isn’t right, is it? For a slave like me who’s still a virgin to be left behind like this?”

[…Your HP hasn’t decreased. What on earth are you doing, Master?]

“Brother?”

…Ira. Don’t call me. I’m literally about to ascend right now.

“Haha! How is it? My masterpiece? From the day I saw that red hair, those bright purple eyes, and that small body, my head started spinning strangely. I thought, if I couldn’t bring out 100% of this child’s cuteness, it would be due to my lack of skill. That’s how I felt. Hehe.”

“Brother~”

-Poke poke. Poke poke.

While I’m collapsed, Rey and Ragni are making a huge fuss, and Gorg is confused, unable to understand the situation, but Ira keeps poking my cheeks trying to wake me up somehow.

Ah. No. If I open my eyes now…

“Rawr!”

“Kuhak?!!”

“Eek!! J-Jack!! Did you really cough up blood?!!”

“Hey!! I told you not to die! Why are you coughing up blood just because you saw something cute?!”

“Giggle!!”

[Ira. At this rate, Master will really die. Please.]

My heart. My heart hurts. Seeing Ira become so cute and go “rawr!” like that—big brother is really being eaten alive!! Eaten and ascending!!!

The destructive power of my little sister with her neatly arranged hair and prettily painted nails is truly like a tactical nuclear weapon.

It’s not something someone like me can withstand!!

“L-Let’s move Jack first!! If Ira goes ‘rawr’ one more time, he’ll die from excessive bleeding!!”

“Come on, you’re overreacting. No matter how much he loves his sister, that’s—wait? Is this really blood? Not tomato juice?!!”

“Ira!! Let’s go outside with Gorg and me…!!”

“No~ way~ Brother~ Look at me~ Am I pretty?”

“Cough, hack…! Yes. You’re the best. Ira. The most… beau… tiful…”

“Eek!!! Jack!! Wake up, Jack!!”

“I can’t even scold Ira?! How much does Master love his sister?!! You weren’t this bad when you saw my panties!!”

Why are you putting your black panties and Ira’s cuteness on the same level? Ragni, that’s blasphemy. You’ll be executed as a heretic.

I wanted to say that, but I was completely immobilized by Ira’s overwhelming cuteness, so Gorg carried me to the reception room of the blacksmith shop.

And when I slightly opened my eyes…

“Rawr!!”

“……”

“…Huh?”

“Jack? Master? Hey! Hey!!!”

[He’s not breathing. He’s become an ordinary corpse.]

In the end, Ira’s attacks continued endlessly until I could get used to them.

Ah. Damn it. I’ve found another reason why spending money on my sister isn’t a waste.

They say your favorite character deserves full constellation, full skin, and full equipment as a minimum, but this is truly unbearable.

After buying armor-cum-clothes for my sister, I had originally planned to take her outside the city that day to show her off, but in the end, I couldn’t move a step from the blacksmith shop until sunset.

…If cuteness is justice, then Ira is truly the goddess of justice.

-Thud.

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Rawr.

Ira, 10 years old.