A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 321

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 321

 

The silk hung on every wall glistened as it caught the light from the oil lamps.

 

Veil sat quietly in a corner of the banquet hall and surveyed the opposite side.

 

“So my subordinate said! He immediately pointed his spear at that heretic…!”

 

At the round table sat Daren and his subordinates, along with Croize.

 

The subordinate who had brought Veil here whispered.

 

“I’ll go out for a bit, so you wait here. Until Lord Daren calls for you, just like the other women.”

 

He gestured toward the others beside Veil and disappeared up the stairs.

 

Veil quietly held his breath.

 

Daren and Croize were still busy tilting their wine cups.

 

“I hope the food I prepared suits your taste!”

 

When Daren leaned back against his chair and laughed, Croize responded with a flushed face.

 

“Hahaha! I like it! There’s never a dull moment for my mouth!”

 

Greed flashed in Daren’s eyes.

 

“Is there anything else you need? Perhaps more wine… Ah! Or shall we slowly start enjoying some entertainment?”

 

Veil flinched at the gaze suddenly directed his way.

 

However, it wasn’t him that Daren called, but another woman.

 

“Abela! Bian! Come over here!”

 

At those words, the two who had been standing beside Veil stepped into the light.

 

Daren put one arm around each of their shoulders and stared at Croize.

 

“These are the best singers in Belark! Originally they’re talents that are hard to come by, but who am I!”

 

When Daren grinned, his gums with missing front teeth were exposed.

 

“When I heard the High Priest was coming, I convinced them to set aside even their existing schedules! As a result, they’re here tonight.”

 

“Is that really true? Hahaha, hahaha!”

 

Croize laughed with satisfaction.

 

Daren patted the women’s backs and urged them.

 

“What are you doing! Hurry up and sing something!”

 

Soon the two women’s singing began to fill the banquet hall.

 

The musicians in the corner also hesitantly added their accompaniment.

 

Daren sat back down with a pleased expression and filled Croize’s empty cup to the brim.

 

“By the way, didn’t you say last time that you had no business in the Central Continent for a while?”

 

Croize’s hand stopped as he was cutting a chunk of meat dripping with blood.

 

He made a short “ahem” sound and pushed the meat into his mouth.

 

“Something came up. It’s not for you to know.”

 

Daren flinched and hurriedly bowed his head.

 

“Of, of course! How could I dare to know about the affairs of someone as busy as the High Priest… By the way, please try this too! It’s a popular menu item from the most successful tavern in Belark.”

 

“Are you a singer too?”

 

At the voice that suddenly reached him, Veil turned his head.

 

A corner where the light didn’t reach.

 

One of the women who had been standing with him had somehow approached right beside him.

 

Instead of answering, he frowned, and the woman moved even closer and lowered her voice.

 

“You seem new here, so listen to me carefully.”

 

The woman gestured toward Croize.

 

“The High Priest doesn’t have discerning eyes. His ears aren’t particularly sensitive either. So when Lord Daren tells you to do something, just pretend to do it.”

 

“…Pretend?”

 

“Right. I’ve seen many girls who tried to actually show something and made mistakes. Then they get kicked out immediately. Of course, there’s no second chance.”

 

Veil closed his mouth.

 

It was because the woman’s words were ambiguous.

 

Then the woman narrowed her brow.

 

“What, weren’t you also here to receive ‘compensation’ from him?”

 

The sound of music continued behind the two of them.

 

Veil hesitated before speaking.

 

“No. I don’t even know what compensation means.”

 

The woman’s eyes widened.

 

“Then why did you come here?”

 

“Well. I guess I was pushed into it.”

 

“Are you saying you were forced to come?”

 

The woman covered her mouth with one hand and muttered.

 

“My goodness, so that’s it. That’s why you’ve had dead fish eyes this whole time! And I didn’t even realize…”

 

As the woman became flustered, Veil asked quietly.

 

“But what is this compensation? Do you get something good if that man likes you?”

 

The woman looked toward Croize.

 

She seemed anxious as she pulled Veil into a deeper corner before answering.

 

“Actually, I don’t know what he gives either. After all, it’s Lord Daren who receives it.”

 

“Daren? That Elder villain?”

 

The woman looked horrified.

 

“Vi, villain! Even though no one in the village likes Lord Daren, be careful here!”

 

The woman glanced back at Daren and continued anxiously.

 

“Anyway, if we satisfy the High Priest, the High Priest gives Lord Daren ‘compensation.’ Then Lord Daren gives us money in return.”

 

“…”

 

“Isn’t that great? We get money, and for a while we don’t have to worry about being branded as heretics. Do you understand now?”

 

“Next! Next!”

 

At that moment, Daren shouted.

 

“Isn’t there a next act? The band is resting!”

 

The woman hurriedly turned around.

 

“It’s my turn. I have to go.”

 

Then she added quietly.

 

“You said you were forced to come, but still try your best. Who knows? Maybe you can save up the money Lord Daren gives and leave this place.”

 

Veil watched the woman as she walked away.

 

When he turned his head, he saw two maids pushing a cart out from the kitchen on the opposite side of the banquet hall.

 

Beyond that.

 

“…Hmm.”

 

He caught a glimpse of the passage toward the ‘Windward Room’ that Ophilie had mentioned.

 

‘There are two paths from the 1st floor to the basement banquet hall. Of those, the only one suitable for you to use, Veil, is the passage by the Windward Room.’

 

Veil gauged the distance to the Windward Room.

 

It wasn’t far, but there were too many eyes and obstacles in between.

 

Judging that it would be difficult to move stealthily, Veil made his decision.

 

He briefly waved his hand at a maid who was setting down food and about to retreat.

 

The maid who had paused hurriedly approached Veil.

 

“Is there some problem?”

 

“I think I’m going to throw up.”

 

At his nonchalant answer, the maid’s eyes widened.

 

“P-pardon?!”

 

“I was so nervous that I think I’m going to throw up right here.”

 

The maid’s face turned pale.

 

Soon she grabbed Veil’s wrist and began leading him toward the kitchen.

 

“You have to hold it in. If you throw up here, it’ll be a disaster.”

 

Veil nodded his head roughly.

 

As soon as they turned behind the dark pillar, the woman opened the kitchen door.

 

Then she pushed Veil’s back, shoving him inside.

 

“Get in, quickly!”

 

Only after the door closed did the woman let out a sigh of relief.

 

She pointed to the corridor beyond the kitchen and said.

 

“If you go out through this corridor, there’s a side door that leads to the backyard. There’s a pig pen next to the warehouse on the left…”

 

“Resa! Come quickly! We need to flip the dough!”

 

At that moment, a voice calling for the maid could be heard.

 

“Yes! Coming right away!”

 

The maid who answered quickly added to Veil.

 

“You must do it at the pig pen, nowhere else! You must!”

 

Veil watched the woman who finished speaking and ran off.

 

All the maids were moving frantically.

 

He quietly turned his body around.

 

Then he left the kitchen and entered the windward room corridor.

 

He had already formed a rough plan in his head.

 

‘First, find the map.’

 

Next, safely escape the fortress wall.

 

This was to inform the members that Croize was here.

 

“…Let’s see.”

 

Veil, who had climbed the stairs, immediately suppressed his presence and pressed against the wall.

 

Two of Daren’s subordinates were dozing off near the main gate.

 

Ophilie’s voice once again flashed through his mind.

 

‘First, look around the 2nd floor. There’s an archives there, and it won’t be heavily guarded.’

 

Instead of passing in front of the subordinates, Veil grabbed the railing of the spiral staircase and began climbing up silently.

 

As soon as he set foot on the 2nd floor, a large door caught his attention.

 

‘Found it, the archives.’

 

But that was only for a moment.

 

“Hey!”

 

Suddenly, a gruff voice could be heard from below.

 

When he lowered his body, someone who had come up from the kitchen was walking toward the dozing subordinates.

 

“Haven’t you seen a woman? I heard she went this way.”

 

“A woman? Haven’t seen one, why?”

 

The man frowned as if troubled and said.

 

“The High Priest is looking for a performer. She’s a performer who travels across the continent giving shows, so he seems to have taken an interest.”

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