A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 61

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 61

“For exactly that reason, Trevaga might not come here.”

Elanes concluded with her elegant voice.

Ripper gulped down his saliva.

‘…So that bastard’s situation is like that.’

The Grim Reaper members knew better than anyone that Trevaga’s schedule was packed tight.

They were the ones constantly having contracts stolen by Trevaga, so how could they not know.

But something felt strange.

‘Those bastards, I thought they had roughly finished their big jobs?’

That’s why he thought they’d been quiet these past few days, holed up somewhere resting.

But they were besieging a large Mastone that had emerged at the Imperial Borders?

And with a neighboring country offering quite decent compensation?

Ripper frowned for no reason.

‘Even if it’s that Tesetan bastard, with that kind of schedule his body won’t hold up.’

At the same time, his stomach began to ache strangely.

‘If you keep being so annoying, I won’t leave a single Mastone for you to eat in the future?’

It was because he remembered what Tesetan had said in Pearl City.

‘That was real, damn it.’

Ripper trembled and muttered.

“…Unlucky bastard.”

Elanes beside him burst into laughter.

She looked at Ripper with subtle eyes and said.

“But he is handsome, isn’t he? When I see his face, even my rising anger just melts away.”

Ripper glared at Elanes without a word. Then he turned his head toward the Armory.

Now that he knew the situation, his insides became even more complicated.

“Then how do we destroy the subspace?”

To save Berukon, they had to destroy the subspace’s surface from the outside.

But Krazaru’s subspace was untouchable from the outside.

It was hidden by a power humans couldn’t handle, and there weren’t many ways to break that concealment.

‘Realistically, there’s only one possible method right now.’

That was to utilize Tesedan Beronio’s ‘those eyes’.

“Well… for now, you and I will have to try something together, right?”

Then Elanes spoke.

Ripper frowned, then glared at her as if frustrated.

“What can we do together? We need to destroy the subspace surface first before we can save Berukon or anything. Don’t you know we need that Tesetan bastard for that?”

“I know. I know that much – that Tesetan needs to visualize the surface with ‘those eyes’ before we can do anything.”

“You know, yet you’ve been saying since earlier…”

Ripper closed his mouth mid-sentence.

Then he sighed and shook his head.

What was the point of arguing?

Talking with Elanes any further would only make him more frustrated.

“Whether you have a plan or not.”

As he muttered quietly, Elanes grinned.

“A plan? If you’re asking about a plan to save Berukon, of course I don’t have one.”

“What?”

“But if it’s a different kind of plan, then I do have one.”

Elanes moved closer to Ripper.

“Would you understand if I said it’s a plan to make Trevaga suffer and let you reclaim the number 1 ranking?”

Ripper froze in place.

Elanes was grinning broadly, looking pleased about something.

“How about it, does that whet your appetite?”

It was an absurd thing to say.

However, it was also tempting enough to make him swallow involuntarily.

All the humiliation he’d suffered being pushed around by Trevaga flashed through Ripper’s mind.

Grim Reaper.

The number 2 ranked mercenary group.

But lately, they could barely manage to secure three or four major contracts per quarter.

‘All because of Trevaga.’

Because of that crazy monster, that damn Tesedan Beronio bastard who made his chest tight with frustration just thinking about him.

“First, we take the members and go to the Armory.”

As if reading Ripper’s mind, Elanes continued brightly.

“After that, you know what to do, right? We hang around and do our absolute best.”

“Do our absolute best?”

“Right. So that even if we can’t save the Factory Manager, we can claim we did everything we could.”

As Ripper’s eyes narrowed, Elanes shrugged.

“Think about it, Ripper. I even gave up my day off to come here today. Are you any different?”

“…”

“You don’t even get that many national contracts from the Association. Yet every time a summons comes down, you run around like a lackey.”

Ripper’s eyebrow twitched.

Elanes was absolutely right about everything.

Silvar’s Cry, led by Elanes, somehow managed to regularly secure national contract rights from the Association.

But Grim Reaper didn’t.

‘Always getting pushed back, trampled on, ignored. Even though our ranking is higher.’

The problem was that when summons actually came down, it was hard to refuse.

It felt like being a clown constantly trying to please his boss.

Getting nothing in return, yet like Elanes said, running around like a lackey, like a dog…

As Ripper clenched his fist, Elanes added.

“But that’s not the important part.”

“Then what is?”

“What’s important is that the harder we work on this job, the more Tesedan Beronio will look like trash in comparison.”

Elanes, who had lowered her voice at some point, giggled.

“That side is really going to be in trouble, right? What if the Factory Manager actually dies? The Order will go crazy immediately. Asking what they’re supposed to do about weapon supplies for their paladins. Then what do you think will happen next?”

Ripper gulped.

What would happen after was obvious.

The Order would tear into the Imperial Court.

Saying that the paladins are responsible for the Empire’s citizens’ safety, so how can the Imperial Court just stand by and watch this happen.

Not only that.

“They’ll say all sorts of things – that the long-standing trust between the Imperial Court and Order has been broken, that God is angry so the paladins’ holy power will weaken, and so on.”

Then the Emperor’s rage, built up layer by layer through this process, would…

“Pour down on that Tesetan bastard and Trevaga.”

Exactly that. Elanes nodded as if to confirm.

“Right. People say this is the age of free mercenaries now. An age where any mercenary can live it up without watching anyone’s mood.”

It might be somewhat true.

Compared to the past when mercenaries were looked down upon.

Compared to the old days when they openly opposed the paladins, the current situation was certainly better.

However,

“If that were really the case, why would we be doing this? Right?”

Elanes smiled coldly.

“Even if things get easier, the fact that we’re hunting dogs for the higher-ups won’t change. So….”

Her eyes gleamed with a chilling light.

“It’s about time Tesetan learned to fear power too.”

“….”

“Why we’ve been playing servant to the Association all this time despite being sick of it. Why we’ve poured out flattery and bribes trying to curry favor with the Imperial Court and the Order. It’s time he learned.”

As silence settled between the two.

Elanes whispered her final words.

“So, what do you think?”

Ripper, who had been glaring at the Armory, pressed his lips tightly together.

“…Fine. I need to look out for myself first.”

The two began walking toward the Armory.

Meanwhile, inside the subspace.

“…Sniffle.”

Tie wiped the snot running down from her nose with her sleeve.

It was a scene that would have made Veil grimace in disgust, and would have sent Basto running with a handkerchief, but the problem was….

There was no one around Tie anyway.

“Commander King… show yourself before me right now, Commander King….”

Oh, just one person.

There was Berukon wandering around like a zombie under the dim streetlamp light.

Tie carefully stepped on the footrest and climbed down to the floor.

Checking the outside situation made her feel even more gloomy.

‘The Factory Manager and the red mist chasing after him are still the same….’

It felt like several hours had passed, but the two were still pursuing Tie.

Tie sighed and suddenly looked around her surroundings.

The area was dark and gloomy with the lights off.

She could see children’s chairs and toy boxes neatly arranged in the corner, and a praise sticker board attached to the wall.

A dejected voice naturally escaped her.

“To come back to pweschool….”

The place where Tie was now was Hanbit Kindergarten.

It was inside the welfare center building she had wandered into by chance while roaming the streets a few minutes ago.

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