I’ve said it time and time again, this is a dark fantasy game.

    As such, many of the characteristics of dark fantasy remained.

    Putting aside the fact that the game is dark and brutal, its most fundamental characteristic is…

    The point is that there are a lot of kids with bad personalities.

    In the first place, the crown prince killed his own family in order to obtain the throne. If the upper class is like this, how could the lower class be any different?

    Of course, there are times when a person with a shining personality like the Third Princess Deila exists, but unfortunately, the lord here does not seem to be like that.

    After seeing the kids being childhood friends, I started doing some light research on Yeongju.

    Unlike the puppet temple where there was no trace, the lord here was easy to track down. After all, stories were told wherever he went.

    The conclusion we reached by synthesizing the information in this way is…

    “It looks like total trash.”

    “···Yes.”

    On top of collecting excessive taxes and swindling people, they also neglect land development and enjoy luxury.

    Rumor has it that there was even a room in the basement of the mansion where young orphans were kept. It seemed like they were paying high prices for young slaves for a reason.

    This is why the Demon King’s seal is released quickly.

    “What should I do···?”

    As I was thinking that, Yuris asked me from the side.

    Those are problems, but the biggest problem is that he is a higher-ranking noble than you might think.

    Non-clone homemade.

    The military power we have is not that strong, and we do not have many troops.

    The guy had a lot of wealth and a wide network of connections.

    I don’t know how he hides his rotten personality, but he is quite friendly with many high-ranking nobles.

    He looked like a typical rich nobleman.

    And since the faction he is a part of is the First Prince faction, he is somewhat reluctant to touch them.

    “That’s right···.”

    Thinking about that made my head hurt for a moment. But I had already decided what to do first.

    “I guess we should meet in person first.”

    “How do you plan on meeting? I heard you don’t come out of the mansion much···.”

    “Is it really necessary to think about something like that?”

    I smiled and answered her concerns.

    “I’m a warrior.”

    So I took her and went straight to the lord’s mansion. Then I shouted toward the mansion.

    “Come here─!!”

    Mangnani mode on.

    “What, what kind of guy are you!”

    “This is the lord’s house! Be polite!!”

    As soon as I shouted in front of the mansion, the soldiers guarding the area ran toward me.

    Everyone looked at him as if they were wondering what kind of crazy person he was.

    Regardless, I continued speaking.

    “I’m a warrior. Your house looks really nice. I’d like to go in for a drink. Is that okay?”

    “This, this··· Is this crazy guy joking around!”

    “You’re pretending to be a warrior. Don’t you fear the wrath of the goddess?”

    Even though it was an empire, it seemed that not everyone knew my face. After all, there were no decent visual media or means of communication here.

    I muttered sullenly.

    “I see, that won’t work···.”

    “Yeah, go back, you punk!”

    “But wouldn’t Yeongju have a different opinion?”

    If you don’t know the face, just look for someone you know.

    That’s why I cast ‘Call the person in charge’. The lord had no choice but to know.

    In the first place, most of the empire’s nobles participated in the banquet when the warriors returned. Anyone who saw me then would never forget it.

    “Stop it! What are you guys making a fuss about!”

    After struggling like that for a while, the guy finally appeared.

    “Oh, my lord! I’m sorry. Some crazy guy keeps causing trouble so I’ll stop···.”

    “Then just kick me out. Why are you taking so long!”

    “That’s because this guy keeps insisting that he’s a warrior···.”

    “What···? Warrior?”

    The lord finally looks this way with a ‘no way?’ expression.

    I waved my hand with a bright smile.

    The lord’s face hardened as he finally recognized me.

    “···Sigh.”

    I ignored the saint’s sigh coming from beside me.

    *

    “Haha··· What brings you here, a precious person, in such a shabby place?”

    “Do you really have to come here to visit? Like I said, I came here because the house looked nice. To have a drink.”

    “Haha··· I see.”

    A few minutes later, I was able to safely enter the guy’s mansion. I saw the guy laughing on the sofa across from the reception room.

    A smiling face is not a smiling face.

    Well, it’s understandable that you’d have an unwanted visitor in your home, especially if that visitor were a rascal.

    Click.

    Just then, a butler came over and brought me a bottle of liquor and two glasses of wine. It wasn’t tea, it was liquor.

    When I asked for alcohol, he gave it to me right away. I was secretly impressed by the butler’s sense.

    “Let’s have a drink.”

    “Hehe, I didn’t know I would end up drinking this much···.”

    A non-clone that receives a glass while giving a compliment.

    First of all, the impression I got from the guy I met at first was average. He had a slightly kind face, oily skin, probably because he ate well. He even had a narrow-minded smile.

    Rather than a charismatic figure, he feels more like a petty person. Considering that I, a game addict, don’t have any special memories, he must be exactly like that.

    To be honest, if I had to deal with it, I could do it right now… but the problem was that he was from the First Prince faction.

    If the guy suddenly disappeared, the First Prince might look at him with suspicion. And even if it was the Emperor, it would be a bit difficult for the First Prince.

    Because the guy had the real power and he was the kind of guy who would do anything to secure his power.

    No matter how secure a country is, it would not have the intention of rashly creating enemies.

    So let’s just explore for now.

    “Oh, okay. Is the management of the estate going well these days?”

    I asked the guy, my face flushed with blood flow. Then the guy answered me, getting excited.

    “Don’t worry, warrior! These days, the harvest is bountiful, so the people of the territory can stretch out their legs comfortably.”

    Of course, it was a lie. The harvest was bountiful, but I had already heard that the guy was plundering badly.

    “Yeah. Have you heard the news lately?”

    “Yes? Oh, yes. One of the Four Heavenly Kings invaded and caused chaos···.”

    “Yeah. So don’t stretch out your legs and always be on guard. When I looked back, it seemed like they weren’t patrolling that hard.”

    “Oh, let’s take action right away! I’ll tell the captain right away.”

    While I was talking to the guy like that, I glanced at the saintess. The saintess was examining the guy in her own way. Was he brainwashed or not?

    It would take some time since I wasn’t directly instilling divine power, but I thought I could leave it to them.

    Well then, I just have to do what I have to do.

    I summoned one-eyed bugs with my magic while talking to the guy. Then I spread them in all directions without him knowing.

    ‘Let’s search every nook and cranny as much as possible.’

    That way, we can find out about his dirty deeds.

    “Oh, we’re all out of alcohol.”

    “Oh, can I go further?”

    “Okay. There’s a strange smell in the house, so I can’t really concentrate on drinking.”

    “Ah, ahaha···.”

    Was it because he was suddenly dissed by the mansion? The vein between the guy’s forehead dilated for a moment.

    “I guess I should go now.”

    “Oh? Are you leaving already?!”

    But as soon as I got up from my seat, he started to like me.

    Although he was just spouting empty words, his face was incredibly bright. I nodded roughly and left the mansion.

    Then he asked the saint.

    “How is it? Is there any trace of the puppet master’s hand or anything?”

    The saintess shakes her head at those words.

    “No. This time it was a dud again···. I guess the puppet master just passed by here too.”

    “Ah···.”

    I felt a little regret at her words.

    I should be happy if they say they haven’t been brainwashed, but why do I feel so sorry? It’s probably because there’s no longer a legal way to manipulate them.

    But it didn’t end there, the saint frowned.

    “By the way··· It’s a bit disgusting. There are quite a few traces of sin simmering behind the scenes.”

    I was a little surprised.

    It’s really rare for a kind girl to openly frown. It used to happen mostly when she saw me, when I spoke to her, when I approached her, etc… Well, it’s hurtful, so let’s stop.

    Anyway, it is an uncommon thing.

    The fact that she reacted like that meant that the guy had accumulated quite a lot of sins.

    “I see.”

    I nodded and waited for a moment. I knew he had done something bad. Now it was time to find out what kind of bad thing he had done.

    After waiting for a while like that, the cyclops asked for information. In the meantime, he had searched the entire inside of the mansion.

    If you release several of them and divide them into areas, the speed is indeed fast.

    I picked one up and played the video.

    The guy right now was the guy who was in the interview room.

    -Damn it! You damn warrior. Why did you come here to drink?!

    There has to be a limit to being rude…!

    After I left the mansion, the guy sat there grumbling for a while. He said that if he wasn’t a warrior, he would have executed me right away, and that it was just as the rumors said. After grumbling like that for a while, he immediately called his butler and took out his anger on him.

    -Evil!

    -Yes, did you call, my lord?

    match!

    The sound of a slap resonates fiercely.

    It seems like we’ve been seeing scenes of cheek slapping quite often these days.

    -Because of you, I blew a bottle of wine early in the morning.

    -I’m sorry, my lord… But if you don’t give it to me, you never know what I’ll do.

    -Then you should have taken out something cheap, even if it meant something cheap!

    -I couldn’t help it because I was afraid that if I took out something cheap, the warrior might get angry···.

    -Ouch! Okay. I guess I’ll have to go to the basement.

    That was the extent of the footage, because as soon as the guy got away, the one-eyed bug closed its eyes.

    ‘cellar?’

    I tilted my head and played the next video.

    Did the guy’s house have a basement? You’d have to look for it.

    Among the one-eyed bugs, I picked up the one that had gone a little deeper.

    When I played the video, I saw a dark place appear, wondering if I had won.

    Moldy bricks from not being properly cleaned. Damp, musty air. Bars placed as if to prevent something from escaping.

    And several children tied to the floor.

    -hungry······.

    -it hurts···.

    -Sister, when can we go out······?

    -······well.

    There were many children, and they all looked different, but they had one thing in common.

    They were all skinny. Their skin was stuck to their bones, showing their ribs, and their bodies were dirty, as if they hadn’t washed in a long time. They all had a mark on their bodies that symbolized slavery.

    It seems that they had been abused during that time, as their bodies were covered in wounds. Everyone was trembling with fear.

    Yeongju created such a place.

    Creak, the bars finally open and the lord and the clone come in.

    -Nice to meet you, kids.

    His smile was sinister and sinister. When he came in, the children trembled as if they had met a ghost.

    Some children even ran towards him, perhaps because they were hungry.

    -I’ll eat… Please give me something to eat… I’m so hungry.

    -Please send me home… I miss my mom and dad…

    -It hurts so much… Stop hitting me now…

    Appeals and complaints are heard from all over.

    Regardless, the guy continued talking.

    -You have no home. And there is no one to take you in.

    -You are a disease to the city. If you continue on like this, you will only end up as criminals or beggars who will ruin the city.

    -I am the only one who can take you in, so show me your respect.

    What should I say about that?

    Is it the arrogance typical of a nobleman? A sense of superiority that makes him want to be above others? Or is it just a peculiar taste?

    I don’t know what it is, but one thing is for sure, it is definitely not a normal scene.

    Of course, no child showed him any respect.

    Despite his words, the children continued to beg, and the boy’s face quickly crumpled.

    -These… these little bastards are worse than animals.

    -Okay. Looks like I need some training today too.

    The children flinch at the word ‘education’. Judging from their reactions, it was clear that this was definitely not normal education.

    It must have been some sort of abuse or violence.

    -Evil! Send two of these kids to the training room right now!

    -Gyaaak···! I’m sorry···!

    -Please forgive me… I won’t ask for food…!

    -······I’m sorry, kids.

    So, the butler, Evil, with a miserable face, ends up choosing the children.

    The video was cut off.

    “······.”

    “······.”

    We frowned for a while after seeing that.

    The wild madness and desires of humans were only a part of the job.

    “···This is difficult.”

    After remaining silent for a while, the saint opened her mouth.

    “Since the opponent is a noble, you can’t just mess with them, and even if you report them, I wonder if the busy palace will take action in time… No, before they take action, something bad could happen to the children.”

    “······.”

    I listened to her words and thought about it for a moment. It was unclear whether reporting it would solve anything.

    Because the opponents were nobles, and slavery was legal under imperial law.

    No matter how unreasonable the treatment of slaves may be, they will only be criticized and released without even serving a proper sentence.

    I was at a loss as to how to deal with this, and after thinking about it for a while, an idea suddenly popped into my head.

    I asked her straight about the idea.

    “I’m talking about brainwashing.”

    “Yes? Yes.”

    “Do you have to be brainwashed to say you’ve been brainwashed?”

    “······Yes?”

    “They just say they were brainwashed.”

    “???”

    Originally, witch hunts were a tradition in the Middle Ages.

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