Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 15

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#The Three-Out System was indeed borrowed from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. (1)

“Miss, take care of yourself. Make sure you eat three meals a day. I’ve packed seasoning for you—if the Academy food doesn’t suit your palate, use that. I’ve set aside medicine separately, so take it without fail. Goodness, coughing up blood all of a sudden. Your body’s already weakened, and now your schedule’s become like this. If those Academy kids give you any lip, don’t hold back—put them in their place. Stress will only worsen your condition. If anyone says anything, just tell them you’re the heir to Neftis and act confident.”
“Mother, I was stripped of my status.”
“Oh, my mind. Still, holding it in isn’t good for your health. Just handle it discreetly—you’re best at that sort of thing anyway, Miss.”
“Mother knows me far too well. That’s going to be a problem.”
“Did I raise you for seventeen years for nothing?”
Mother said this proudly with an “ahem,” and I hugged her tightly in front of the entrance before handing Titi the ledgers I’d been keeping.
“This is the installment payment ledger. Collect when the time comes. Three domestic abusers are still in their aftercare period, so you’ll do patrol rounds in my stead. And this is the list of safe zones for when you play with the children.”
“Sister, did you flee the Capital after running a gang?”
When I tugged at Titi’s cheek, the little one chirped and shed a few tears. Whether it was because Titi had just misspoken or for some other reason, Mother didn’t stop me.
“That’s right. I’ll come down during the break.”
“Yes, Miss! You’ll do wonderfully!”
“I’m leaving the rest to you.”
“Chirp!”
Titi gave a formal salute, so I returned it casually before slinging my backpack over my shoulder and heading outside. There, about half the village had gathered in front of the house.
“Evan! You’re definitely going to pass the Academy!”
“My, Eleanor raised her daughter so well.”
“Sister! Play with us when you come back on break!”
“I’ll never forget the wild boar butchering technique you taught us!”
“Misha, was that the meat you brought back then?!”
“Please! Please register with the Adventurer’s Guild when you get to the Capital! You start at Gold rank, they say! How many times do I have to tell you!”
All my effort building relationships in this neighborhood had paid off. Everyone here was someone I knew. Thomas, clients from the Errand Center, sailors, the blacksmith, people from the Adventurer’s Guild, the women’s association, the youth association, the elders’ association, and various children.
They’d all come after hearing I was heading to the Capital to submit my Academy application. I felt tears welling up at the sight, and I thanked everyone from the village.
“Thanks for coming all this way, you lot.”
“That one never did fix that mouth of hers!”
“Well, we know Evan’s straightforward, but there’ll be plenty of noble lords at the Academy. I wonder if she’ll be alright.”
“She’ll manage just fine. That girl earned a hundred million in three months.”
“That’s true enough.”
Everyone in the village really does know everything about our household. I gave Thomas a hearty embrace—he was still crying with a banner fluttering—and loaded my belongings onto the horse.
“I’ll be back on break! Everyone stay healthy!”
Neither I nor anyone else imagined I’d fail the Academy. Because Mother ended up crying her eyes out, I urged the horse forward without lingering any longer.
We’re only going to be apart for a few months, yet I don’t understand why my heart feels so empty.

The journey from Ilam to the Capital, Crownpolis, took only four days, and I encountered bandits twice along the way—both times I annihilated them completely. With Horsemanship at max level, I could make my horse run with impressive efficiency, but my posture in the saddle was so stable that I could actually sleep while riding.
In fact, I dozed off several times during the day. My horse must have found me pathetic because it snorted and bounced its hindquarters to wake me up. If that beast hadn’t roused me, I would’ve ridden the entire way asleep. Drowsy riding was absolutely unacceptable—the eternal nemesis of any driver.
The moment I arrived in the Capital, I secured lodgings at an inn, unpacked my belongings, and made my way to Ronell’s Atelier along a familiar route. The place crafted garments that were not only elegantly refined and beautiful but also incredibly comfortable, making it my go-to establishment. Word had spread that the heir of Neftis was a regular customer, and the business had expanded to multiple locations. With increased fame came longer reservation queues and higher prices, but nowhere else in the Capital could compare.
I pushed open the glass door of the atelier with a chime and looked for a clerk.
“We don’t serve peddlers here.”
I hurled a harpoon. It whistled through the air and grazed past the clerk’s eye before embedding itself in the wall. A thin crimson line appeared on the woman’s face, and several strands of her hair fluttered away. I walked toward her while unleashing my words.
“First, accept my order. If you don’t, you die.”
“P-please! I’ll call the guards! The guards!”
“Second, the Academy is extraterritorial. I can kill you without facing any consequences.”
“Ah, ah, ah! You’re an Academy student?! You should have said so!”
“Third, I’m just irritated, so take a hit.”
“Aaaah!”
I bonked the clerk on the head and sat down on the sofa. Since the atelier operated by reservation, there were few customers coming and going, leaving the shop empty. I immediately demanded tea from the clerk in a tyrannical manner, and she quickly brought a cup before rushing off to summon Ronell, the proprietor.
I took an elegant sip of tea and heard the chime of a system window descending from above.

N) Poison Resistance Lv.1 skill has been created.

You really are something else, clerk. I set the teacup aside and prepared to greet Ronell. I had planned to threaten her by holding her life in my hands to secure priority reservation slots, but it seemed that wouldn’t be necessary.
“You must have plenty of packing boxes here. Give me one.”
“Pardon? Customer, what do you mean…?”
“The clerk poisoned my tea. I’m going to the guards to have it analyzed and file a report.”
“Amy!”
“N-no! It’s not poison! I just got irritated and added a laxative, that’s all!”
Well, technically speaking, a laxative is poison too. Isn’t a substance that causes diarrhea a form of poison? I seized this opportunity with delight and walked toward the door, teacup in hand, declaring I would visit the guards.
“Please, please calm down, customer! We’ll be ruined! With so many competitors in this industry, one bad rumor and our shop collapses instantly!”
“I’m aware. Which is why I’m going to the guards.”
“What do you want! Please! Please calm down!”
Since she was begging so earnestly, I relented. I turned on my heel, set the teacup down on the corner of the table, and pulled out a bolt of fabric from my backpack. It was a scroll that Gerth had brought as a gift.
“Make Crowell Academy uniforms from this. Summer, winter, and a winter cloak—everything.”
“Oh my, oh my goodness, what exquisite fabric. Let me appraise it for a moment.”
“I permit it.”
….
As someone who managed an atelier, she apparently possessed a skill for appraising fabric. The woman examined the cloth using her skill, then made a peculiar expression before asking a question.
“Customer, where did you obtain this?”
“I received it as a gift.”
“From whom?”
I couldn’t possibly say I received it from Gerth, the Serpent King. What should I do? If she appraised it, she’d likely know the general origin.
“From someone who lives… near the Serpent King’s… tower…”
“As I thought! You must be acquainted with a renowned adventurer!”

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