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by adminMesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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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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