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“You crazy bastard… .”

The prince ponders those words.

Then he smiles a little more brightly and says.

“That’s correct. Nothing could be more true than this. I’m going crazy right now.”

“… .”

“Right to you.”

Deltan clenched his fists.

And said.

“Kill.”

Don’t think about what comes next.

All I could think about was that I needed to get rid of this shitty feeling right now.

Hwaaa!

Horn Lake materialized and a snowstorm broke out.

An ice spear suddenly appeared in space.

The prince’s eyes widened.

“How beautiful this is!!!”

The gaze turned towards Horn Lake.

Hornrake shuddered and prepared to fire his spear, and the lieutenant called Kalam moved faster than him.

In his hand was a round frying pan.

Kyaang-!

The prince fainted with a clear sound.

Kalam spoke behind a whisper.

“Sorry… .”

At that moment, my face looked 10 years older.

*

It was about 10 minutes later that the prince opened his eyes.

Ilias, Prince of Achilm.

Deltan has finally learned that name.

“You made such a big mistake when you first met me! I apologize.”

“If it’s going to be an apology, why is there a law?”

“Please be generous and understand. Because you are the reason why you are so beautiful.”

I get goosebumps all over my body.

Kalam picked up the frying pan again.

Only then did Ilias clear his throat with a ‘big, big sound’ and stop talking.

These are people who don’t even laugh out loud.

However, this not-so-funny skit taught me more than I thought.

First, that frying pan.

It is a tool made through magical engineering.

This was a fact he knew because he was a Delta person who created the concept of magic engineering in the first place.

The spells engraved on the bottom of the fan are ‘elasticity’, ‘stun’, and ‘pain relief’.

It was probably a tool created to mediate when the prince did the same thing he just did.

‘And the prince is a mana user.’

To be exact, a central level article.

It is a grade just below Rod.

The only ones who can erase traces of mana and look like normal people are Lord-class knights, so considering that amount of mana and muscles, Central-class was the right one.

It’s a pretty luxurious setup.

Deltan stopped crossing his arms, placed his hands on the table, and asked.

“So, why are you making me sit here?”

The prince fainted and tried to leave immediately.

It was Kalam who stopped it, and Deltain now wanted to hear the reason.

The prince said.

“You are a precious guest and I want to treat you well. Colipen considers customer satisfaction the highest value.”

“I think the greatest satisfaction would be for you to disappear before my eyes.”

“Even his cold appearance is so attractive.”

The prince made greasy eyes.

Deltan’s expression immediately wrinkled, but then the prince quickly added another word.

“Ah, it’s not that I have dark intentions… No, there is, but it should be said to be separate from that.”

“… Just do one thing.”

“From what I heard, I paid for the Red Pearl. Actually, that’s the reason I stopped by here. Of course, one of the reasons was that I was nearby.”

It seems to refer to the ring given to him upon entering the inn.

Was that the reason for the unannounced inspection?

Deltan felt a little sorry for Aryl.

“Red pearl is a precious gem. Just staying in a top-of-the-line room doesn’t make sense.”

“Isn’t it beneficial for you?”

“Never.”

The prince grinned.

“Accurate calculation, this is a very important factor in integrating and managing numerous inns. I don’t want to set a bad precedent.”

Deltan was slightly impressed.

‘What you’re doing is shit… .’

He has a proper business mind.

That was my immediate thought.

People like this are much better off being born on Earth rather than on the continent.

To that extent, Ilias was a man with a unique way of thinking.

“Now, your name is Orga?”

“uh.”

Orga was one of the pseudonyms used by Deltans to hide their identities.

It was a name taken from the daughter of a chieftain I met in the snowy mountains, and it was actually a name I had created for myself at the request of Emperor Ishmark, so it was good to use in this situation.

Another advantage was that if you wrote the sender name ‘Orga’ on the letter, Gerhart would recognize it right away.

The gender was listed as male, but there was no way for the prince to know in the current situation.

The prince continued speaking with a ‘hmm’ sound.

“Occupation: Demon Hunter. Indeed, it is unusual for a spirit luxury. Does that beautiful spirit girl like to travel?”

“I have no obligation to tell you.”

“Be cold.”

The attitude is quite relaxed.

“At first. I was going to settle the bill by paying the excess amount. But when I look at it like this, it doesn’t seem like I’m a customer in urgent need of money.”

“It’s not wrong.”

“Are you a nobleman of the system?”

“Why do you think that?”

“For someone who only hunts demonic beasts, you have too much skill. It’s the same even if you’re a spiritist. Is that it? You took great care of your skin. Elasticity, shine, even blemishes are all perfect. This is skin that is natural and can only be maintained by adding care.”

Deltan gritted his teeth at the prince staring intently at his face.

Then the prince gently shook his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry. There were a lot of things I had to consider in my job.”

“Is it the prince’s job to look at women’s faces?”

“I prefer the title of businessman rather than prince. Provide quality service and get paid. Not only that, you meet new people and interact with them. Isn’t it so attractive?”

He was an extroverted man.

He chuckled and then quickly returned to the original topic.

“Anyway, since you are such a valuable customer, I would like to repay you with service other than money. Let’s see… I heard they are looking for a guide. It looks like the goal is to cross the desert. Is that right?”

Deltan was worried.

What benefit can I gain by telling this man my destination?

And what benefit does that man gain by helping himself like this?

‘The fastest thing is to ask.’

“Why do you do that? I can’t shake the feeling that it’s too much just for the quality of service.”

“It’s even better when you ask in a clear way. It’s for promotional purposes. I’m sure you’re an institutional aristocrat. That’s a pretty high-ranking noble, too. It’s clear that Colifen’s name will be raised even higher just by being criticized in the social world, so aren’t you sad to just let him go?”

“What is the basis for thinking that he is a high-ranking noble?”

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been alone in this place. A pretty girl like you is the best deal on the marriage market in the civil society. Unless your parents are high-ranking nobles whose power is not urgent, it is obvious that you are a married woman who already has a husband.”

“That’s not a good thing to hear.”

“But it’s reality.”

“Then did you propose to her even though you knew she was a high-ranking noble? And that too in the place of the concubine?”

“There are always adversities and hardships in love.”

“Crazy bastard.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

At that moment, Aryl brought two drinks to the table.

“Ah, thank you. What’s your name?”

“Hey, it’s Erin… .”

“Remember it. Eril of the Perm branch.”

After saying that, the prince took a sip of his drink.

Deltan just looked at him and continued his thoughts.

‘I have good reasoning skills. He has clear interests and, above all, he has a proper social status.’

The purpose was understandable, so Deltan found it appealing.

“Then what can I help you with?”

“What do you want?”

“I’m going to the land of the dragon tribe.”

“Oh my.”

It didn’t seem like he was very surprised.

It seems that his status as a witch hunter was valid.

“Go hunting for dragons. The spirit is good.”

“It’s not hunting. I’m going there because I have something to do with them.”

“Are you okay? Dragons don’t like humans. During the time when the devil was active, the Deltan Count of Hebron tore all the dragons to death.”

Startle-

Deltan’s body trembled at the mention of himself.

The prince’s eyes lit up.

“You seem to know someone.”

“… Because we live in the same system.”

“Is that so?”

The moment he said that, Kalam came up and whispered something to the prince.

The prince smiled meaningfully.

It was only then that Deltan realized what he had forgotten.

‘Ah, a letter!’

A letter addressed to the Count of Hebron.

Since it was said to be a letter addressed to the headquarters, it was sure to reach the Prince’s ears.

‘Rotten… .’

One card was exposed.

“I know the Count of Hebron… .”

Are you discovering your weaknesses?

The tension rose.

That moment.

widely-

The prince held Deltain’s hand.

“Then change the transaction details.”

Deltan was embarrassed.

There was no other reason.

“Would you please let me speak to the Count of Hebron? If you do that, I will help you even if it means sacrificing my personal assets.”

This is because there was a level of excitement and anticipation in his eyes that anyone could see.

Deltan was embarrassed.

“… What?”

“I want to meet him. please. Anyhow.”

Deltan thought for a moment about what to say to the sudden change in attitude.

Meanwhile, the crown prince spoke further.

“You’re my hero. The various projects he carried out in the system and his innovative and mold-breaking ideas. In fact, it’s safe to say that those were the beginnings of this coliphen. That’s why I want to meet and talk. No, if I can’t meet you, I’d like to get at least one autograph. huh? Won’t you do that? I will also waive all the conditions asking you to spread the word about Colipen in the system.”

“Now, just a moment… .”

“Please. One of my life’s dreams is to have a cup of tea with the Count of Hebron. Do you need money? However much! In the three years I’ve been calling Colipen, I’ve left quite a mark!”

Deltan pursed his lips.

In fact, even Deltans who loved being praised were not immune to receiving this kind of blatant reverence while hiding their true identity.

“Jeva… .”

“Got it!”

Deltan let out a loud noise.

The prince’s face brightened.

“Thank you! So what’s the point of delaying? I’ll be ready right away! Kalam!”

“Yes.”

“Get ready to leave! The troops are the most elite, twenty! Add five workers and three more to wait on this young lady! How many more branches are there until the nest?”

“There are 4.”

“Good!”

Things happen in an instant.

Deltan was dumbfounded.

“What are you doing? Without leaving!”

The prince said.

Deltan could hardly shake off his dazed feeling.

*

Three days later, Count Hebron’s residence.

Agnes was reading a letter from an inn named [Colipen].

“Colipen… .”

Gerhart explained.

“This is an inn that is currently growing rapidly in the southern Kingdom of Achilm.”

“The name is Orga.”

“This is one of the identities created by the Count. It is used for secret acts.”

“Then it was sent by Deltan. In the desert. Come towards me.”

Knock, knock.

Agnes tapped the end of the letter.

Then he grinned.

“I didn’t come back home right away. You’re a troublemaker.”

Those eyes were sunken.

Gerhart felt a strange feeling.

Deltan’s face can be so serene and gloomy.

The sense of disparity was so great that Gerhart lowered his head.

“What do you want to do? Send Kaltara… .”

“No.”

Agnes crossed the Deltan’s long legs and folded the letter.

The gaze was directed out the window.

“I have to go pick him up. I myself.”

Don’t ever go out without me again.

As he ended his words, Gerhart felt something.

Agnes was angry.

No, should I say anger?

Her condition was somehow dangerous.

A lot of that too.

‘Count… .’

Anyway, I hope you make up well.