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    Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
    96

    ‘How did the daughter of the
    Allen Family come to know about my son?’

    As a noble family rooted in
    the underworld, the Newman Family generally keeps tabs on who
    operates in this realm.

    And among them, the Allen
    Family’s name does not exist there.

    Why would the Allen Family,
    renowned as a prestigious knight family, dabble in the underworld?

    They have neither the reason
    nor the need.

    To put it simply, it means the
    Allen Family’s information network shouldn’t be that extensive.

    They might hear about rumours
    circulating, but that’s about it.

    Gus thought there’s no way
    muscle-bound pigs, who trust only in their own strength, could
    uncover anything hidden below the surface.

    However, it was different.

    Lucy Allen possessed the means
    to delve below the surface.

    ‘How?’

    While furrowing his brows and
    pondering over this, Gus let out a low grunt, eventually realising
    that such worries were futile.

    It’s not hard to guess that
    his son has fallen under Agra’s Curse.

    Because of everything he has
    done so far to save his son.

    One can easily infer just by
    following his actions.

    “Whether this information
    came from the Allen Family or is something the daughter of the Allen
    Family figured out herself, we need to find out.”

    Momentarily losing his
    composure at the mention of his son, Gus soon regained his calm and
    continued reading.

    -Not in good health? I knew
    that. I just asked because I thought you’d get mad if I just
    mentioned it. Are you mad? Trash Master?

    “Damn woman.”

    But as soon as he read the
    next sentence, Gus ground his teeth in frustration.

    ‘How insolent.’

    He had long known that Lucy
    Allen was this kind of person.

    She was the same eccentric who
    dubbed Arthur, the Empire’s Third Prince, the Pitiful Prince.

    Clearly, she was a bundle of
    arrogance and conceit, knowing neither manners nor propriety.

    However, observing her from
    afar was entirely different from facing her directly.

    If an ordinary person had
    dared such insolence, Gus would have buried them using the power of
    the Newman Family.

    Of course, after negotiating
    to gain what he wanted first.

    But she was the daughter of
    the Allen Family.

    The daughter of the Allen
    Family, known as one of the most formidable knight families on the
    continent.

    Though now they guard only
    their own territory like retirees, they were once the nightmare that
    made every country, even the kingdom they were from, tremble in fear.

    If Benedict Allen, who dearly
    loved his daughter, lost his mind and attacked the Newman Family, the
    name Newman Family would be reduced to ashes.

    So, he couldn’t touch her.

    He couldn’t force her.

    Before being a father, Gus
    Newman was the Master of the Newman Family.

    -I know exactly what the
    desperate Trash Master wants.

    -But you know, it’s you, Trash
    Master, who is desperate, not me.

    -So, what will you do? Do you
    have the courage to play tug-of-war with your child’s life on the
    line?

    -In my opinion, it looks like
    the Trash Master is a sloppy fool who can’t do that.

    -If you want to have a
    conversation, crawl out in person, you shady Trash Master of the
    Trash Family.

    Gus read to the very last line
    of the first page, taking deep breaths as he struggled to maintain
    his composure.

    ‘Stay calm. I must not fall
    for their provocation.’

    With that resolve in mind, he
    turned to the next page,

    -Did you think there would be
    more content? There’s nothing here! Were you expecting something?
    Haha. How foolish of you.

    -You’re being made a fool of
    by a little girl, what a sloppy person you are~

    He threw the letter onto his
    desk.

    Gus had been through a lot in
    his dealings in the underworld.

    Experiencing scorn from the
    young was something that had happened to him countless times.

    Yet somehow, reading this
    letter made him feel as if something deep inside him was breaking,
    making it unbearable.

    “Master?”

    “Shut up.”

    “Yes!”

    ‘Damn it. At this rate,
    gaining the upper hand is out of the question.’

    Lucy Allen, that woman, is not
    the type to lower her head, even if it means being shattered.

    To send such a letter to the
    head of a noble family.

    Someone this arrogant wouldn’t
    bend to anyone.

    Normally, the easiest way to
    deal with a person like this is to crush them, but with Benedict
    Allen behind her, it’s just too tricky.

    “If she’s someone who won’t
    bend… I guess I have no choice but to bend first.”

    After much deliberation,
    having reached this conclusion, Gus couldn’t help but laugh. Bowing
    one’s head is not that difficult.

    If Lucy Allen holds the means
    to exorcise Agra’s Curse and agrees to treat his son through
    negotiation, then bowing the head is a light matter.

    However, the problem was that
    there was no certainty.

    Did Lucy Allen really possess
    a way to exorcise Agra’s Curse?

    Even if that method existed,
    would she dare to treat his son, risking the wrath of the Evil God?

    To confirm this, Gus had
    planned to gain the upper hand first and gradually extract
    information from her, but now things were going this way.

    Was Lucy Allen cunning, or was
    she simply acting without consideration due to her personality?

    ‘I don’t know.’

    But one thing is certain for
    Gus; without meeting Lucy Allen directly, nothing can be confirmed.

    “For now, I guess I have to
    play along.”

    Gus picked up the letter he
    had thrown aside and pulled out new stationery from the drawer.

    He quickly scribbled a few
    sentences with his fountain pen and handed the letter to his trusted
    aide.

    “Deliver this to Lucy
    Allen.”

    “Yes, understood.”

    It’s surprising that, after
    graduating from Soul Academy, he would have to go back there.

    After hearing everything I
    said yesterday, Grandpa spoke.

    ‘What if they threaten me?’

    The Newman Family is known to
    have connections to the underworld.

    With my low reputation and
    limited power, I could end up with a game over if things go wrong!

    If only there were a save and
    load option, I’d just restart if things went south.

    This isn’t a game!

    I’m scared!

    I don’t want to disappear
    without a trace!

    Grandpa made it sound like
    there was no need to even think about it since the answer was
    obvious. Convinced by his reasoning, I decided to follow his advice.

    As I was writing a letter to
    summon Gus Newman, I ran into another problem.

    ‘To the head of the Trash
    Newman Family.’

    I couldn’t write the letter as
    I wanted.

    Everything I say and do is
    controlled by the [Mesugaki] Skill.

    No matter what I say, it gets
    translated by the [Mesugaki] Skill, and my movements are also
    adjusted to annoy the person in front of me.

    It’s a relief that not all
    my actions are forced, but writing a letter is an exception.

    In this case, every little
    movement of my fingers is controlled.

    Do you know how embarrassing
    it was to write my exam answers in Mesugaki language last time?

    Luckily, that wasn’t a big
    issue, but this time it’s different.

    A noble lady writing to
    another noble family’s head can’t sound like this!

    Why does “Dear head of
    the Newman Family” change to “head of the Trash Family”?

    After tearing up and rewriting
    the letter several times, I despaired in the face of this reality.

    At that moment, Grandpa
    offered his opinion.

    ‘…Is that really okay?’

    Since I couldn’t send a
    polite letter anyway, I decided to provoke them instead.

    Having no other option, I
    accepted Grandpa’s suggestion and wrote a letter filled with
    Mesugaki language, sending it to the head of the Newman Family
    through Alsatine.

    And now, two days later.

    I was out on the street with
    Karl. We were going to meet Gus Newman.

    I initially thought it would
    take several weeks of letter exchanges before we finally met, but the
    other party didn’t give us much time.

    Could it be that the
    [Mesugaki] Skill’s provocation worked perfectly?

    As soon as I stepped into one
    of the restaurants at Soul Academy, which Gus Newman had specified as
    the meeting place, a staff member at the counter approached me.

    “Are you the Lady of the
    Allen Family?”

    “Yes, that’s right.”

    “Please follow me.”

    Following him, a private room
    of the restaurant came into view.

    When the staff opened the door
    to one of the rooms, I saw a middle-aged man sitting beyond the empty
    table.

    His hair, streaked with white,
    was combed back,

    His face bore several small
    scars suggesting a rough life,

    And his cold, blue eyes were
    fierce.

    Despite his age, the sharply
    defined middle-aged man exuded an aura of unwavering resolve.

    “Nice to meet you, Lady of
    the Allen Family.”

    It was a rigid greeting
    without a hint of a smile.

    Normally, I would be expected
    to respond in kind, but I didn’t.

    Instead, I sat down without
    saying a word and asked the man directly.

    “Where is the Master?”

    “You sloppy dog of the
    Newman Family. Where is your master?”

    “How rude, Lady Allen.”

    His voice carried a strong
    force, enough to make even Grandpa wonder what was happening.

    But I wasn’t fazed at all.

    This was exactly like Gus
    Newman’s behaviour in the game.

    He’d send out a stand-in to
    test if the person could discern their true identity and assess their
    abilities.

    In the game, unless you had
    raised your skills related to observation to a certain level, you
    couldn’t call out the fake.

    So even if you knew the person
    in front of you wasn’t the Master of the Newman Family, you’d be
    forced to play along if your skills were lacking.

    But this isn’t a game.

    In a world where you don’t
    need to designate your words through commands, you can call for the
    real Gus Newman even without the requisite skills.

    ‘I know everything, so drop
    the act.’

    “Pfft. You sloppy dog. Do
    you think I’d fall for your tricks? As expected from a trash family’s
    dog. How pathetic~”

    With a chuckle escaping my
    lips, the middle-aged man slowly stood up from his seat. And then he
    tried to approach me.

    However, he couldn’t achieve
    his goal.

    Because a sword blocked the
    way between the middle-aged man and me.

    “Step aside.”

    “No. Why should I obey
    the orders of a dog from the Newman Family?”

    “Ha. Have you lost your
    mind? Do you think I’m not Gus Newman?”

    “Yes. Miss said so.”

    “Do you think I would
    play games when my son’s life is at stake?!”

    At first, I was sure this man
    was a fake, but hearing him shout made me flinch a bit.

    What if that person is the
    real Gus Newman?

    In the game, he always used a
    double to test people, but reality might be different.

    I had thrown the words out
    there to gain the upper hand, but if it turned out I was being truly
    rude, how would I handle it?

    While the uncertainty and
    doubt were creeping up on me, the door behind us opened.

    “Enough. It seems she has
    already seen through it all.”

    …Phew.

    Thank goodness.

    I thought I was screwed.

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