The Nobles Are the Most Barbaric When You Look Closely 2

“So, customer… This is 37-1.”

“…….”

“Um, customer?”

“Ah, damn it. I was just about to fall asleep.”

“Hieeek…!”

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In truth, I hadn’t fallen asleep.

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It felt pretty good to be throwing my weight around for almost the first time since coming to Ark.

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“Haa, so this is 37-1? What is this place?”

“I-It’s a residential complex… also a dormitory for Ruincrest Academy students…”

“How many people live in one of these houses?”

“Why would an Academy student ask me something like that…”

“What? You want to be plastered on the billboard?”

“Hieeek! I’m sorry!”

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The coachman bowed his head to me, sweat dripping down his face.

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He realized the difference in skill after just one duel trial.

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This coachman wasn’t just any coachman; he was an Academy graduate and played a role in managing the city’s security to some extent. He had every reason to be scared since the match was decided before we even properly exchanged blows.

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“Just answer the question. Whether you spend tonight plastered on the billboard or in your bed at home depends on your mouth and politeness, got it?”

“Yes, yes! I’ll keep that in mind!”

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Too harsh, you say?

You might say that, but why would I treat a coachman who gave me a fucking racist attitude from the first meeting with any human decency?

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People, you see.

You have to give to receive, and you have to respect to be respected.

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Besides, the duel trial here is quite convenient, meaning that if you bet your life, the rights to all of the other party’s possessions are also transferred.

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The coachman said he would cut off my limbs and put them on the billboard, which meant a duel trial with lives on the line, and the Administrative AI Drone managing this place judged that the right to take the coachman’s life had been transferred to me.

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I could kill the coachman on a whim right now, and there would be no problem.

“U-Usually, the principle is one person per house… but if you want, you can bring family, servants, or friends into the house.”

“Wow, the Academy must be rich?”

“More than 90% of the Academy students are from noble families…”

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Wow, these are some seriously rich bastards.

In the Nine Dragons residential zone, tens of thousands of people live crammed into dense, packed apartments like chicken coops, but here, an Academy student can use a spacious house with a garden like a medieval noble all to themselves?

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I knew there was a huge wealth gap in Ark, but seeing it with my own eyes like this, the scale is truly extraordinary.

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I got out of the carriage and approached the front gate of the house marked 37-1, and the camera installed on the gate began to scan me.

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[Alice, first-year student at Ruincrest Academy. Confirmed. We hope you enjoy your Academy life.]

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‘Oriana must have taken care of everything, even arranging a place for me to stay like this.’

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Well, this nice house is mine now.

It looked like a mansion that would be more than adequate for children from noble families to use.

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It would be nice to have a servant, but unfortunately, the presence of a servant would be nothing but a hindrance to me, who has to carry out a secret mission.

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For all I know, the servant could be someone’s spy, or there might be people who would threaten the servant to extract information from me.

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“U-Um…”

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I turned my head at the coachman’s faint voice and saw him looking at me hesitantly.

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“C-Can I go back now…?”

“Huh? Ah, yeah. Go back.”

“…! Th-Thank you!”

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The coachman’s face lit up as if he hadn’t expected that I would really spare him.

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Actually, I said I would put him on the billboard, but I never really intended to kill him.

At least, not until now.

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“Don’t forget to come out and wait in front of my house before I come out tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes, huh? Me?”

“Why? Don’t want to?”

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The coachman’s face turned blue again as the mechanical tendril pulled from my spine bared its saw blades and thorns at him.

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“N-No, it’s not that! I’ll come out! Of course, I have to come out! W-What time should I come out by?”

“I don’t know. Figure it out yourself. You have to be out before I come out, right?”

“N-No…”

“Oh, I might come out for a night walk because I want to get some fresh air.”

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I smiled as I watched the coachman’s face stiffen.

For the record, I have no intention of going for a night walk, and I have no intention of leaving the house until tomorrow morning.

But the coachman doesn’t know when I’ll come out, so he’ll have to wait here indefinitely.

Consider yourself lucky that I spared you. You fucking racist.

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I left the coachman with a blank look on his face and entered the house.

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Inside, which was neatly organized, cleaning drones were silently pushing and wiping the floor and walls, and when I went to the kitchen, fried eggs, bacon, sausage, and cream soup were prepared to coincide with my arrival.

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Perhaps because it was a wealthy layer, the eggs, bacon, and sausage weren’t made of sawdust or soy meat but real, natural ingredients, and they smelled better than I expected.

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The interior of the house was quite spacious.

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The first floor was about 40 pyeong (approximately 1420 square feet) with four rooms and three shower rooms.

And there seemed to be a second floor, but there was no need to go up to the second floor since I was using it alone.

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The interior facilities and furniture were all quite luxurious.

In keeping with the atmosphere of the layer, it was Victorian style, and it looked expensive at a glance.

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I put down my bag and tapped it with my foot to unlock it.

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“Marlang, it’s okay now.”

“Maaaaarlaaaaang~”

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Then something popped out of my bag.

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It was Marlang.

For the record, it was Marlang with only her head left.

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Of course, Marlang isn’t supposed to be here in the first place.

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It was a solo mission close to infiltration, so I couldn’t bring my 50 dolls, and Sabrina would be busy running the lower layer while I was away.

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But Marlang was able to sneak in.

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The immortal girl is a monster-like being who can revive even if only a strand of hair remains.

I just cut off Marlang’s head, put it in my bag, and released it here…

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-Thud!

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“Marlang! Revive!”

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Marlang, with only her head left, cleanly regenerated her entire body and succeeded in reviving.

Well, she never died, so the expression “revive” is ambiguous.

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For the record, I didn’t ask her to do this.

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I was told that only I could pass through the Ruincrest immigration screening, so Marlang suddenly tore off her own head with her bare hands and handed it to me.

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“Alright, from now on, Marlang is a maid.”

“Yay! Maid! Sex slave! Fleshlight!”

“No, not a sex slave or a fleshlight.”

“No?”

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I don’t know where Marlang read some strange books, but she easily said embarrassing words.

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“Marlang, I have to act as secretly, discreetly, and carefully as possible on this layer. I have to live as an Academy student for the time being.”

“Marlang!”

“So, from now on, Marlang will live not as an immortal girl but as a maid in charge of cleaning the house that I hired.”

“Marlang!”

“You understood, right?”

“Marlang!”

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At those words, flesh and blood were drawn out like wings from Marlang’s white, soft body.

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The mixture of blood and skin gradually took on a different color and soon transformed into a maid outfit with a short skirt, apron, and frills that showed her butt.

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She had disguised herself into a shape similar to clothes by mutating her skin and blood.

Marlang, who makes swords and guns out of her own blood and bones, could easily make clothes with no function.

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It looks perfect on the outside, but if you touch it directly, it feels like skin.

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However, what Marlang is wearing now is not a traditional maid outfit but a rather suggestive modified maid outfit.

Wait a minute, there’s not even a piece of cloth on her back?

Don’t tell me it’s a naked apron with just a short skirt?

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This is the Ruincrest layer, full of Victorian nobles.

If Marlang wears clothes like this, she’ll be mistaken for a prostitute or a sex slave.

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“Wear something else… something modest and long.”

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Marlang looked a little sullen at my words.

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“The guild leader liked it…”

“I’m not Sohi. If you want to be discreet, you have to hide Marlang’s beauty as much as possible.”

“Am I pretty?”

“Yeah, you’re pretty.”

“Marlang!”

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Marlang, whose sullen expression had disappeared at my words, repeatedly tore and mutated her skin several times. After about five minutes, Marlang was wearing a pretty decent Victorian maid outfit.

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“Oh, that’s good.”

“Marlang~! What do you want to do first? Clothes? Meal? Bath? Or me?”

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Perhaps because her face, which resembled Sohi so much, was originally pretty, she was definitely pretty as she smiled brightly with a playful face.

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“Well, there’s nothing for Marlang to do right now. The drones seem to be taking care of the cleaning and housework… You can watch cartoons and play.”

“Yay! Yaaay!”

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With those words, Marlang dove onto the living room sofa and casually put one leg on the table and turned on the hologram TV.

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It was quite jarring to see her doing that in a maid outfit.

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“Hmm, let’s see…”

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I briefly unpacked my luggage and recalled the details of the mission.

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According to Oriana, this mission was extremely difficult.

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Long-term missions start with a minimum duration of several years.

Some long-term missions take as long as 30 years to complete.

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I can’t be sure that the Ruincrest rebellion investigation mission will be like that, but it will take a considerable amount of time for me to blend into this layer, find evidence of the rebellion, identify suspicious ideologies, and identify the subjects suspected of being rebels.

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‘Originally, if we detected evidence of rebellion, the general method of disposing of rebels would be to turn the entire layer into a sea of fire and execute all the humans living there…’

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This layer is home to nobles and tycoons in the upper echelons, so even the administrators have a great political burden in ordering a wholesale massacre.

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Also, as you can see from the presence of the Academy, the residents of Ruincrest are quite powerful individually.

Even the fucking racist coachman who refused to let me ride had an Ark standard issue bayonet and was a mana Awakened.

If you were to classify him as a Hunter, he would be at least a C-rank, skilled enough to take a seat as an Executor or Overseer.

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If you run wild in a layer where these people are everywhere, you’re bound to become a target.

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‘The rebels are sure to be wary of conspicuous outsiders.’

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The only good thing is that everyone on this layer doesn’t know my identity or skills.

Originally, at least a First-Class Overseer would have to come to completely massacre the Ruincrest layer, but the upper class all recognize the faces of most First-Class Overseers, so if a First-Class Overseer comes in, the city and layer’s vigilance will increase significantly.

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For that reason, Oriana judged that I was the most suitable for this mission.

My face and appearance are just those of a young student, so I can induce carelessness. While acknowledging that my own power is comparable to that of a First-Class Overseer, my official title is just that of a fledgling who has just become a Second-Class, so even if the nobles of Ruincrest recognize my identity, they won’t raise their guard.

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‘The Academy entrance ceremony ended two months ago. I’m specially transferred to Ruincrest Academy under the pretext of fostering a successor to a First-Class Overseer.’

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According to Oriana, there will probably be a lot of hazing, but honestly, I welcome it.

Duel trials are commonplace among Academy students, and so are deaths.

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‘They call it a layer of nobles, but it seems worse than any barbarian to determine right and wrong with duels…’

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Still, it was quite convenient to have mission discretion.

In short, this mission is entirely up to my discretion.

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Nothing might happen in the Ruincrest layer, and things might flow peacefully, or the Academy and its students and faculty might be massacred by me.

Or the entire layer might be burned in my hands.

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Since the degree of freedom is so high, the first thing I need to do is adapt to the Academy and gather information about the Ruincrest layer.

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‘The Academy professors and board members are the most suspected of spreading rebellious and subversive ideologies.’

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Well, if there are people who spread subversive ideologies, there must be a subject. If they are suspected, it is natural that they are the subjects of education.

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Well, let’s think about it tomorrow.

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The next day, I left the house early in the morning with Marlang.

The coachman had been waiting at my house all night, and he was dozing off in the driver’s seat. When he became motionless as soon as I came out, I didn’t feel any pity for him.

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“To Ruincrest Academy.”

“…Yes, ma’am.”

“Marlang!”

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The coachman stared at me and Marlang for a moment.

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“U-Um, that maid is…”

“What are you staring at? Just drive properly.”

“Ah, yes, ma’am!”

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Now that I see it, there was lust in his eyes as he looked at Marlang and me.

Both Marlang and I have appearances that are hard to find even in Ark.

He was out of his mind yesterday because he was beaten up by me in a duel trial, but after sleeping, he seems to have gotten horny looking at me and Marlang.

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Ah, yeah, go ahead and lust all you want.

Go jerk off like a loser somewhere, or if you can’t stand it, hire an assassin to attack me and Marlang.

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I didn’t know this yesterday, but the carriages in the Ruincrest layer are quite luxurious vehicles that only nobles can ride.

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It’s not that wealthy people can’t ride them, but if you imitate the nobles without power or backing, it becomes difficult to handle the aftermath?

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The reason why the coachman was fucking racist to me yesterday was not only because I wasn’t a pure human but also because I was a stranger he had never seen before.

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‘Well, it’s none of my business.’

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For the record, the successor to a First-Class Overseer has the rank of a quasi-baron here.

Well, it’s not like there’s a real title or a dog tag. It only exists on paper, so it doesn’t seem like there’s much use for it in real life here.

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“Waaaaah! Waaah! Marlaaang!”

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Marlang’s eyes widened as she looked at the giant Victorian noble city, and her mouth dropped open.

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Perhaps because she was actually seeing the scenery of villages and cities that she had only seen in fairy tales and masterpieces, Marlang’s eyes were full of dreams and hope.

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Of course, I was also looking forward to it.

I wondered if this scenery would be burned down by the time I finished this mission.

Or if I would be able to keep the appearance I saw now intact.