Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 109

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You coaxed me into inciting a peasant rebellion, claimed there was no mastermind behind it, and you’ve never once told me it couldn’t be done that way.

The day after completing the overall work on the song, I summoned the executives again to solicit their opinions on which vitality tonic would be most effective. There were various arguments, but we narrowed it down to three representative medicinal ingredients and decided to procure each one ourselves.
Bicure, the fruit bat, took responsibility for the raspberry, and Leri decided to bring Chirpy’s Father along to accurately identify and obtain the Epimedium. Hubert, Wenri, and I would be responsible for acquiring the most crucial ingredient.
I’d only heard rumors myself, but they say a seal’s is truly remarkably effective. However, since I couldn’t forcibly take it from a healthy male seal, I decided to bring along Hubert, my interpreter, to find volunteers.
“We’re looking for a male seal suffering from heat! How about those without breeding urges take this opportunity to be neutered!”
“If you volunteer now, we’ll give you residency rights at Serpent King’s Tower and free meals for life!”
Wenri and I shouted loudly among the seals basking on the beach, while Hubert kindly translated for each one. Since we were both canines, it seemed our words could be understood.
“I guarantee it! There will be no pain!”
When removing it, I would use ice magic so it wouldn’t hurt, and Wenri would use a healing skill so it would heal quickly.
After recommending painless neutering, a volunteer seal appeared within thirty minutes.
“Thank you for your cooperation. Please wait here after the procedure.”
“We can just go together using the return skill when we leave!”
If Wenri and I weren’t in sync, a catastrophe would occur, so we practiced alternating skills for quite some time before going into action. Hubert was gently scratching around the volunteer’s neck to keep them calm as they lay sprawled out.
“Skill. Guided Frost!”
“Accelerated Healing!”
As I cleanly severed only the genitals with Guided Frost, before a single drop of blood could appear, Wenri used a skill to seal the wound. When the seal made a relieved sound, another volunteer seal stepped forward with courage.
“Thank you. The Sea Dragon’s Floor, currently on parental leave, looked like a good environment for you to live in.”
“Plus, Thomas gives us plenty of small fish as a service!”
When Wenri added that fresh food was abundant, the seal clapped its flippers and sprawled out on the surgery rock.
That was when it happened.
“Daughter! Daughter!”
“Ahhh! That crazy old man is a total psycho!”
If it hadn’t been during surgery, I would have wanted to use the return skill immediately. Because of the two rushing across the sand, the sunbathing seals scattered with their sounds, and the volunteer seal on the rock trembled in fear.
I quickly created an ice boulder and planted it right in front of the two of them, speaking in a low voice.
“Come any closer and I’ll kill you.”
My persuasion worked well—Duke Neftis and Reina Letem covered their mouths. At my gesture to resume, Hubert calmed the seal, and Wenri watched me while choosing the timing to use the skill.
“Skill. Guided Frost!”
“Accelerated Healing!”
Phew, another successful procedure. I shared a firm handshake with Wenri, who had worked hard alongside me, and Hubert approached me, massaging my shoulders and offering his thanks for my hard work.
“Let’s go now.”
“Hey! Take me with you!”
“Daughter! Are you really leaving without even speaking to your father!”
Now I understand why Reina calls our father a psycho. The Duke Neftis known to the world and the Integrated Market are meeting for the first time. Calling me “daughter” to a complete stranger like me would make anyone look insane.
Of course, as long as Father has a functioning mind, he wouldn’t call me Mitchell.
“I don’t have a father.”
“Why don’t you have a father! You!”
“If you speak nonsense, I’ll carve an irreversible scar across my face.”
“You’re going to become my adopted daughter!”
“See, I told you that man’s completely insane?!”
I’d never seen Reina Letem wear such a desperate expression before. She must have suffered greatly on the journey here. Watching Thomas—a seasoned sailor who rarely got seasick—retching beside the ferry, I could roughly piece together what had happened.
“This man won’t stop talking! He’s been talking for eight straight hours without losing his voice! I’m going to lose my mind!”
Father must have delivered an entire lecture, breaking down how exceptionally adorable Mitchell Neftis had been since infancy, measured out month by month.
“Please, please, someone cover my ears! I think I’m hearing things! When Mitchell Neftis turned nine years and two months old, she said to her servants, ‘Since you lack beauty, I shall give you masks to wear.’ And they all obeyed Mitchell Neftis’s command. At her merciful words, Philat, son of Berinas, collapsed and wept with joy for many days!”
“P-please, use my tail!”
When Hubert offered his luxuriant nine tails, Reina Letem pressed two of them against her ears and stuffed one up her nose, breathing softly as she found some semblance of peace.
Yes, when your mind is anxious, breathing in that warm dog-tail scent does help you relax. I understand that feeling well.
“I’ve never met someone who talks this much. On all sides there is only sea, and as the eldest daughter of Letem, I have nowhere to escape.”
“Calm yourself. We’re on land now.”
“I’m going to lose my mind. Thus spoke, thus said, going mad, round and round, spiraling round and round.”
It’s already too late. She’ll need at least half a day to regain her senses. I entrusted Reina Letem’s emotional recovery to Hubert and decided to have a proper talk with Father.
“Go home.”
“Daughter! It’s only been so long since we’ve met—how can you say something so hurtful!”
“The Duchess Neftis will kill me.”
“Ah.”
Father seemed to realize something, and acknowledging that he’d acted on impulse without thinking that far ahead, he returned somewhat to his bearing as Duke Neftis.
“What about the Information Chief?”
“I’m using her.”
“Return her when you’re done.”
“Understood.”
“If possible, I wish you’d visit home when you have time….”
“There’s no reason to.”
“But Rael failed his entrance exam and was terribly disheartened.”
Who is Rael? My confused expression prompted Father to glance around before leaning in and whispering to me. I prefer Father when he regains his composure and acts like a proper person.
“Your younger brother, right below you. The one who looks just like me.”
“Ah.”
That persistent one who clung to my feet and dragged himself along even as I beat him. While my other siblings avoided me out of fear, he stubbornly tried to stay close, which left an impression. His platinum hair and blue eyes—inherited from Father—were quite beautiful.
“After failing the Academy entrance exam, he’s been so discouraged. If you brought him a record of that ice-hearted band, the boy would….”
“Understood, so stop mentioning that ice heart business.”
Where did he even hear about the band? If I were to visit as Evan Laef rather than Mitchell Neftis, offering some encouragement, it might be worth a trip. Since I’m no longer here, the next heir will likely be Rael or whichever sibling awakens their magic—I should advise them to keep their wits about them. Besides, I’ve already stepped back from nobility because of my Beast Charisma skill.

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