episode_0012

Director’s office around 4 p.m.

I am leisurely spending time lying on the sofa.

After meeting Olivia, I originally planned to meet Lily, but I wasted too much time playing with Daisy.

My appointment with Mr. Leger is at 5pm.

There is one hour left.

Originally, one hour would have been enough for other heroines, but for Lily, it was not enough time.

‘Because Lily won’t let me go.’

Lily is something you need to be prepared to spend at least 3 hours to find.

In the end, my current situation is one of uncertainty and wondering how to spend the remaining hour.

‘It’s a very busy time for everyone… The cafe wasn’t open because the baristas were on vacation… ‘

I’m bored to death.

A variety of problems arose while being locked in the game, but most of them were able to be resolved somehow.

But I haven’t been able to solve boredom so far, and I don’t even know how to solve it.

In the mid-1900s, there were no personal PCs, let alone smartphones.

Color TVs have just begun to become popular, and even classic games like the first generation of Pokemon are over-technology in this era.

‘The novel… ‘It’s not to my taste.’

In the past, I wanted to have fun with the novel, but because the characters are different, it’s a hassle to read, and I’m not interested in the novel itself in the first place.

‘Board games… ‘I don’t have anyone to do it with.’

I also like board games. A little while ago, I played a board game with Daisy.

But the only one here now is Vir, who doesn’t understand the game itself.

Bir stands straight against the wall across from me and watches me. If there were a boredom resistance contest held somewhere, Bir would win.

“Bir, why don’t you sit down too?”

My legs hurt just looking at it, so I suggested Bir sit down.

“No. If you sit down, your response will be slower.”

As expected, Bir refused, citing a response to an attack that would not occur.

“Well, I heard there is no need for a title within the management bureau.”

“Assassination occurs when the target is most unguarded.”

I’m not dying anyway. No, you won’t die, but you can retry.

You know because you tried to assassinate me and failed hundreds of times, right?

A thousand rebuttals came to mind,

“……Okay, whatever. Do it yourself.”

I didn’t necessarily say it out loud.

I was hoping that things would have softened after what happened last night.

Bir is still Bir.

“Bir, is there anything in particular you want from me?”

I’ve been thinking about a possible reward for Bir since last night, but I couldn’t think of anything suitable.

Since he’s such a self-expressive guy, I wonder if he has the ability to know things like his tastes.

“…What do you want?”

“Yes. There are times when it’s too much, but you still work hard to help me, so I should give you a reward.”

Personal punishment. This is my principle when dealing with heroines.

If you do well, reward them, and if you do poorly, punish them. It is convenient because there is nothing to worry about as long as you decide on appropriate rewards and punishments.

“……May I ask how far it is possible?”

An unexpected question came back.

“It’s difficult to answer that. I’ll just tell you if you can say what you want or not.”

“……”

Bir was silent for a moment.

Then he spoke slowly and in a monotonous accent.

“What you did last night… I hope you do it again.”

“Huh?”

“Is it not possible?”

“No, I am also asking for something very difficult. That’s something I can give you even if it’s not a reward.”

“Is that so? Then, please ask.”

Bir came towards me, trembling.

I stood up and hugged Bir, but he clearly looked more nervous than yesterday.

I gently stroked his head to help him relax.

But the more it goes on, the harder it becomes.

It was like a cat that liked human touch, but wasn’t used to it.

*

*

Hugging is a meaningless act.

Rather, it is an act that is detrimental to the performance of the mission because the ability to respond to sudden situations is reduced due to the fact that the body is in close contact.

Why did I, who had a mission to protect my master, ask such a dangerous request?

I do not know.

“Bir, relax a little.”

My master always gives me difficult orders.

I know how to kill people, but I don’t know how to relax.

Therefore, I cannot carry out that command.

“…I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m not sorry. Just try to relax a little.”

comfortable. relax. As expected, I don’t know what to do.

It is possible to relax your body.

But even that becomes impossible in the arms of the master.

I learned to have complete control over my body.

But in front of the master, control is lost.

I do not know the reason.

“…I’m not sure.”

You need to look at the risk factors around you.

It’s hard to take your eyes off the owner.

You must always stabilize your heart rate.

It becomes unstable whenever it stands near its master.

You must not touch your employer’s body carelessly.

I keep wanting to touch my master’s body.

My body keeps shaking from touches that have no intention of attacking,

Reason is paralyzed by non-toxic body odor.

I don’t know.

I wish someone could tell me.

Am I being broken now? Is something going wrong?

Unstable.

I’m anxious because I don’t know if my master will need me even though I’m broken.

“What you don’t know, you just have to learn slowly.”

You must not doubt the words of your master.

But what happens when you learn slowly and it’s too late?

There’s so much I don’t know.

What should I do to avoid being abandoned until I find out all of this?

What should I do so that my master needs me?

The first thing you need to know is decided.

*

*

“Nice to meet you, Director.”

A cold-looking beauty sitting across from me greeted me.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Leger.”

[Heroine profile]

Name: Leger

Height: 171cm / Difficulty: C

Progress: 100% / Like level: 5

Leger Fresco. The third boss of the Fresco family.

After inheriting the position of boss from his father at the age of 20, he was a monstrous resourceful man who turned the Fresco Family, a mediocre mafia organization, into one of the three major organizations in the underworld in just 10 years.

Sunglasses on top of his head, a black suit coat draped just over his shoulders, leather gloves, braided legs, and men’s shoes without heels.

Everything comes together without exception, making it look like a scene from a noir film.

“I heard that there is something to discuss regarding compensation.”

“That’s right. A pretty interesting idea occurred to me.”

She took a cigar out of her arms and put it in her mouth.

Afterwards, he placed the lighter on the table and passed it to me.

A lighter with a lid placed in front of me. Was this called a Zippo lighter?

She leaned towards me as if asking me to light a fire.

Click, click—

Seup—

As the cigar burned, a strong smell was released.

Phew—

Smoke came out of Mr. Leger’s mouth and dispersed in the air.

It may be surprising to you, but I hate cigarettes.

I don’t want to smoke, and I don’t like to smell it.

But I had no choice but to put up with Mr. Leger’s cigarette. Perhaps because he is a smoker who has been burning cigars for over 10 years, if he shows a negative attitude toward cigarettes, he will have problems targeting people.

The strategy is already over now, but I’m used to it and don’t even bother talking about it, so I’m just maintaining the status quo.

‘I have to say it someday.’

Even though the strategy is over, I don’t want to keep smelling this strong smell.

“So, what is a fun idea?”

“Before that, there is information you need to know.”

Mr. Leger took out a folded piece of paper from his arms and placed it on the table.

When I opened the paper and checked what was written,

“Union..?”

“Yes. They formed an alliance.”

The guys that Mr. Leger mentioned are the other two of the three major organizations in the back world, excluding the Fresco Family.

The Lud Zetas, a drug cartel created by a combination of several small and medium-sized gangs,

and the Liberator, a terrorist group that advocates anarchism.

It’s about these two holding hands.

“Why are you forming an alliance out of nowhere? Of course, those two.”

Ruud Zetas and Liberator. These two are a difficult combination to mix.

Gangsters selling drugs in Harlem and terrorists terrorizing wealthy cities.

Even though everything is different, from the purpose to the scope of activity, they are all very different.

Additionally, criminal organizations are extremely reluctant to cooperate with each other.

Because you never know when you might get stabbed in the back.

But suddenly forming an alliance?

It’s strange, but it’s too strange.

“You know that well, right? You gave me a justification.”

“Justice?”

“Yes. An operation that took place two days ago. The organization called Skrillz that was wiped out at that time was affiliated with the Rude Zetas.”

“I assume the Zetas are moving. But the Liberators are not related, right?”

Phew—

Mr. Leger let out another puff of smoke.

“I heard it from our spy. At a gathering of executives from both organizations, the Pixie Management Bureau was mentioned.”

“Huh?”

I was so embarrassed for a moment that I made a stupid noise.

The existence of the Pixie Bureau is basically confidential.

Information is controlled so thoroughly that only some of the empire’s high-ranking officials are aware of it.

Of course, perfect control is impossible, so it may leak out somewhere, but at least it is never at a level that would come out of the mouths of criminals.

In other words, there is a high possibility that someone who knows about us intentionally leaked information.

There’s a damn kid who can guess, but that’s a problem for later.

Because right now, resolving this alliance is the most urgent priority.

“A national organization called the Pixie Management Bureau destroyed hundreds of subordinate organizations in one night for unknown reasons… I think there are plenty of reasons to unite?”

“State agency… ah… !”

Since Liberators are radical anarchists, they usually carry out terrorist acts targeting state institutions.

And the Pixie Management Bureau is a national organization.

The Rude Zetas were directly attacked by the Administration, and the Liberators wanted to destroy all state institutions.

Now that our true identities have been revealed, there are many reasons for these two to unite.

“Ha… Sick. I thought it would be resolved neatly, but what is this… ”

The save point has already been taken, so retrying is impossible.

It’s time to reset.

However, if I reset it, all 8 years of hard work will be in vain, so I can’t do it.

‘It’s a crappy game without a manual save.’

“Huhuhu—”

Mr. Leger smiled as if he was very satisfied when he saw me thinking and wrapping my head.

“What is so fun?”

“I like seeing you worry.”

“You have bad taste.”

“Is that so? I just want to see you looking great. Because it shines the brightest in a crisis like this.”

Mr. Leger has a slightly strange aesthetic.

She argues that the time when humans are most beautiful is when they overcome a crisis by making full use of their abilities.

If you are a capable person, regardless of gender or age, you should become your own person to relieve your instincts.

The problem is that we intentionally bring about a crisis in order to see that beauty.

It’s happened dozens of times so far. There were several times when it was truly dangerous.

‘By any chance, this incident wasn’t done by Mr. Leger, right?’

The stakes are too big for that.

Even Mr. Leger would not grow the game to this scale.

…I guess not?