Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 139

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I mimicked Reina’s technique using free-form ice magic. That woman wrapping flames around her fists and beating people looked incredibly satisfying. As I wrapped the ice magic around my knuckles, tiny sharp ice shards spun in circles, producing a whirring mixer-like sound.
Anyone caught by this would be ground into meat paste and then some.
“Die, Zibenstein!”
“Consider it done.”
The Professor had Bruno Siebenstein’s ankle pinned with gravity magic, and I was about to throw a punch using my running start when Bruno Siebenstein—who had clearly been right in front of me just moments before—vanished without a trace. My magic only reduced an innocent bookshelf to sawdust, and in a flash, Bruno reappeared and delivered a sharp chestnut strike directly to my head.
“Ow!”
“Mana isn’t just fuel. Think of it as an amplifier.”
Ah, that’s how you use it? I focused, and shimmering air became visible around me. I drew it in and added the image of amplifying my power. As my skill rank increased, the mental burden became far lighter than before. If my rank climbs any higher, I’ll definitely be able to cast magic using mana alone.
Boom!
It was the same magic as before, but the power was different. The ice mixer spinning around my fist didn’t just grind the bookshelf—it completely pulverized an entire wall, and stone dust scattered through the air. Bruno dodged again in the blink of an eye.
“My, my. My adopted daughter is quite the genius.”
“I’m not your adopted daughter!”
“Serpent King. Please give me your lover as my daughter.”
What is this madman saying? I was about to interject at Bruno’s words when Gerth, suddenly coming to his senses, laid down the law.
“One cannot claim ownership simply by calling someone a lover.”
“This person’s quite stubborn, but he’s a decent fellow.”
“The old man’s set in his ways, but he’s not a bad sort.”
Everyone spouted their own opinions while the surrounding scenery descended into chaos. Then someone clapped sharply. Standing beyond the threshold where the door no longer existed and only the boundary remained, an elderly gentleman issued a firm command.
“We need to clean up. Get out.”
“Yes, sir.”
Bruno Siebenstein’s tail drooped completely before the grandfather who had brought the parfait last time. Just like Reina’s Head Maid, had this grandfather raised Bruno Siebenstein from childhood?
The thought struck me, and I quickly raised my hand to address Butler Grandfather.
“Elderly Man. I have a request.”
“What is it?”
“If you’d just give Bruno Siebenstein one good punch, I’ll behave myself.”
“Understood.”
Excellent. The grandfather, saying he had no choice since it was a guest’s request, grabbed Bruno by the collar. And with all the frustration he’d apparently accumulated, he delivered a strike filled with emotion. Bruno’s neck snapped around, and his monocle clattered to the floor. I felt completely satisfied.

Butler Grandfather guided us to a new room and even brought me a refreshing peach juice. Absolutely wonderful. With this grandfather around, the Zibenstein Townhouse might actually be a place worth living in.
“You assault your adoptive father and then drink juice so contentedly, adopted daughter?”
“I’m not your adopted daughter.”
The juice was made from one hundred percent fresh fruit, so the pulp had a delightful texture. The peaches were sweet too. Where did they source peaches with such high sugar content in this season? In any case, money and power truly are wonderful things.
I felt a momentary pang thinking about how I would have continued enjoying such luxuries if I’d stayed in House Neftis. Curious about something Bruno might also know, I posed my question.
“Does your status window also display you as a demon race? Are all mana users demons? But weren’t demons born with the mission to exterminate humanity? How many people know this? Has Zibenstein kept mana usage classified and monopolized wealth and power? That’s absolutely despicable.”
“Oh my♡ If you ask so many questions at once, Bruno gets all flustered♥”
My chest tightened again. I genuinely wanted to beat him to death. My fists clenched and trembled with that thought, but then the butler who was bringing snacks glanced at me once and struck Bruno’s head with a sharp crack.
“Why do you keep hitting me!”
“If you only accumulate negative impressions with someone important, what will you do?”
Exactly my sentiment! Feeling my chest clear, I whistled cheerfully at the grandfather, but he narrowed his brows sharply and looked at me the way he’d looked at Bruno.
“Young lady, you should also conduct yourself with proper decorum. Demolishing another’s walls is not something a lady should do.”
At the grandfather’s tone of utter exasperation, my heart began to race slightly. Being gently scolded by an elderly gentleman was rather pleasant. I was beginning to understand Eugene’s feelings.
“If you were my adopted daughter, it might work out.”
“I decline.”
The grandfather coldly refused and turned sharply with his silver tray. How coy of him. My heart was pounding.
“Evan. It troubles me that you’re gazing at that man so intently.”
Ahem. It’s also impolite to do this in front of someone requesting a mating bond. I sipped my juice to calm myself and waited for Bruno’s response.
“Well, we’re only speculating really. My status window does say demon race, that much is true… but as for us monopolizing it, Zibenstein also has few mana users even among past dukes, you know?”
Damn it—if they lack information too, then we’re equally unable to find proper answers.
“Evan. There’s a correction to your earlier question.”
Unexpectedly, the answer came from Gerth. He calmly explained the difference between demons and demon kings.
“Only those called demon kings possess the purpose of exterminating humanity.”
“Ooh.”
“Oh.”
“Is that so?”
Bruno and I were marveling at this unexpected revelation when the Department Head Professor said something foolish. Because of that, Gerth glared at him intensely and began to launch into a lecture.
“If you knew how much that child is suffering because of you lot.”
“What that one does is called the suffering of a librarian.”
“Come outside.”
“I’m not going.”
The Department Head Professor provoked him, saying he wouldn’t go out when getting beaten was obvious, and menacing killing intent poured from Gerth. In our previous fights, I’d only felt my breath catch, but now that I could see mana rippling, I could dodge smoothly.
“Calm yourself, Gerth. I have something to ask you as well.”
As I awkwardly dodged the rippling mana and embraced Gerth to soothe him, he quickly found stability and held me in return.
“The power of love, it seems.”
“Oh, how romantic.”
I wanted to punch Bruno for that lukewarm look, but I held back. Restraining myself, I asked Gerth something I’d wanted to know since he mentioned knowing the Department Head Professor.
“Now that we’ve even discussed Ilyong, Iyong, and Samryong, can’t you tell me the Department Head Professor’s true identity?”
“Professor Ha asked me to keep it secret. I dislike Professor Ha, but I respect his wishes.”
“At this point, hiding it seems meaningless.”
“Ilyong is the Dragon King’s eldest brother.”
Gerth, you’ve been itching to tell me this, haven’t you? The moment the Department Head Professor said it was meaningless, Gerth spilled the secret without hesitation, pulling me close and burying his head against my shoulder. At this rate, he’d fall asleep on me.
“So you’re saying the Department Head Professor is the previous Dragon King or something like that?”
“No. Those bastards abandoned everything to Samryong from the start and ran off.”
I don’t know who Iyong is, but they’re all garbage. How could they dump all the responsibility on their youngest and just disappear?
“From the start?”
“Ah, I’ve heard about that before.”
Yeah, I’d rather have someone other than Gerth explain this. Even if that someone is that bastard Bruno.
I kept holding Gerth and told him to continue, and Bruno eagerly recounted the tale of when the first three dragons were born.
The Dragon King, born last among the Four Demon Kings, was actually the youngest of the original three dragons. Since dragons as a species were individually so powerful, their mother had arranged for the first three to unite and govern all others. But they were fiercely individualistic, so the eldest and second-born simply abandoned their homes.
The eldest, Ilyong, is apparently the Department Head Professor. He wears a human form now, but his true body has scales that shimmer with a topaz brilliance—truly beautiful, or so I’m told.
Not long after Ilyong left, the second-born also departed, and his scales are said to gleam with a sapphire blue. It’s like the original dragons were some kind of gemstone dragon series.
But given all that, the current Dragon King is…
“Isn’t it a bit strange that after the topaz and sapphire dragons comes a gold dragon?”
“That’s where the tragedy began.”
His older siblings were so brilliantly beautiful, but he was just a gold dragon, so Samryong was apparently under tremendous stress.
The crushing weight of having to govern all dragons alone, combined with the frustration that he didn’t sparkle like his older siblings—all of this gave Samryong escapist tendencies and an obsession with fantasy novels, ultimately leading him to paint his own body red and call himself Kar■■.
“Why would anyone envy something that just glitters?”
“No, sir. Beauty is important, after all.”
If you’re going to create them anyway, you’d make them all gemstone dragons as a set. That mother figure went too far. When I grumbled on behalf of the Dragon King, both Gerth and the Department Head Professor seemed surprised to see Samryong from this perspective.
“The red one—he probably wanted to be a ruby dragon like his siblings, not just a simple red dragon.”
“Your insight is remarkable, Evan.”
“But now it makes sense why he fixated on red specifically, ignoring all other colors.”
Fantasy novels about dragons in play were all the rage back then, after all. In those days, there were dragons of every color—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
Anyway, given that the three dragon brothers have names like that, how did Hubert end up with a normal name? When I voiced this curiosity, Ilyong—who had an age difference with Gerth that made him practically an uncle, yet was actually the younger generation in this strange family tree—answered simply.
“The old man tried to give him a name like Hosik, but Samryong objected and named him Hubert instead.”

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