Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 41

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So Kanna, you’ll announce at the Magic Department grounds that this girl is my closest friend, and the two of you can lend me half each interest-free. Before I’d even finished speaking, Kanna opened her wallet, but Reina stopped her and suddenly pulled out a card embossed with her family’s seal from her chest.
“By the name of Letem, I command that everything be put on my account!”
That sounded exactly like a magic incantation. As the Letem seal blazed with light, the shop owner rushed out shouting “VIP!” and a staff member was assigned to each of us.
It really is magic—the magic of wielding power over people. Back in the day, I used to carry my family card around and flex constantly too. Even though there wasn’t a single mage in my ancestry, we spent enormous sums on magical engraving, so our family card had an even more spectacular effect than that one. When the mana stone on the card glowed blue, it looked like it was completely unsealing something.
“Just pick whatever you want! My treat today!”
“You said you were lending me money, so don’t act like you’re being generous.”
“Just let me buy it for you! I’m not giving it to the prince—if you’re going to wear it, I’ll buy it for you!”
“Thanks, unnie.”
“This girl is seriously annoying!”
Whether Reina glared at me or not, I told the staff member I wanted to see couples’ lingerie and held up a black lace bra. If Seian found out that I was wearing the same design underwear as him, he’d be absolutely horrified and curse me out. Just imagining it made my heart race.
“This girl is seriously annoying.”
“You already said that.”
“This time I’m saying it because of your face.”
“I, I think… that kind of Evan is, is… very Evan-like. I think it’s good.”
What was my expression like? As I wondered, the shop attendant kindly held up a mirror, and I saw the face of a woman grinning wickedly.
Was my expression always this uninhibited? Whenever Seian was involved, I couldn’t control my emotions.
“I’ll go with this one.”
“Wow, what character.”
“I, I think… that kind of Evan is, is… very Evan-like. I think it’s good.”
“Is that all you can say?”
“I hate you, Reina.”
“When you stammer like that, you only do it when you need to, right?”
“I, I’m not… Reina, you’re not, n-not either. Ugh.”
“Hey, come outside. Let’s settle this right now.”
That’s why arson in the Capital is something even your mother can’t protect you from.
I calmly told them both to play nicely and threw ice at them to keep the peace, then finished shopping. After consulting with everyone, I carefully selected ten sets of risqué underwear for Seian and bought two couples’ sets for myself. It was worthwhile.
We shopped around the Town Center a bit more, had some girls’ talk at the Cafe about cutting people down and tearing them apart, then headed back to the Dormitory.
Ah, I felt like such a college student today. So this was how fun it was to hang out with girls on campus. To fully savor the joy of my day off, I boldly ignored my assignments and decided to go clean Seian’s House instead.
Reina put on those intellectual red glasses again and shouted at me about not doing my assignments, so White One, unable to bear the noise, followed me out and climbed onto my back with a soft thump.
I headed toward Seian’s House, carrying shopping bags in both hands while bouncing White One on my back.

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I used the spare key to enter Seian’s House properly, and finding it empty and unguarded, I felt like I’d struck gold. I set White One down on the floor and grabbed the cleaning supplies.
“Community service hours won’t be deducted!”
If Seian had been home, that meticulous man would have verified every second and deducted my service hours accordingly. But with no one around, I could give his house a thorough, genuine cleaning.
Kekeke. After sweeping and wiping those glossy wooden floors, I’d apply wax. But first, I’d dust the ceiling.
I put on a mask, threw on a full-body cleaning gown, and opened the windows wide. Just as I thought—those housekeepers hadn’t done the ceiling properly. No wonder Seian, who’s always catching minor illnesses, coughs constantly even when he’s not actually sick. Dust is the enemy of allergies.
When White One started coughing in the dust cloud, I scooped her up and let her play in the Garden while I continued. Kekeke, I’d remove the sofa stains with baking soda. And I’d reorganize the wardrobe entirely to my standards.
I was cleaning away when I finally moved to organize Seian’s private bedroom, and suddenly I heard a scream from the Garden. Seian came running into the house, and White One trotted after him, tail wagging frantically. Ever since I’d grabbed her and spun her around before, she’d apparently decided Seian was a toy—she was having the time of her life, smacking her tail against him excitedly.
“Hey, hey, what is that—ahhhhh!”
His screams sounded particularly delightful today. I’d assumed he was just startled by White One, but clearly there was more to his panic. Seian seemed desperate to enlighten me.
“What is that getup! Take it off this instant!”
He meant the hygiene gown, mask, safety goggles, and head wrap. I’d followed the manual from my old cleaning company to the letter, which apparently looked threatening to a fantasy resident like Seian. To be fair, even by modern standards, the outfit did look rather near-future.
As I fumbled to remove the head wrap and pulled down the full gown, Seian made a sharp sound, covered his eyes with his hands, and screamed again.
“Put it back on!”
“Why keep changing your mind?”
“That, that! That’s showing! That thing!”
How was I supposed to understand “that thing”? Confused, I looked where Seian was pointing and saw black underwear showing through my sweat-soaked blouse. Ah—these were the ones I’d bought as a set when I was shopping for Seian, and I’d simply put them on.
I would have preferred to show him the underwear I’d bought for him first before getting caught, but since the order was reversed, the outcome was the same either way.
“It’s 100 percent silk, so the wearing comfort is exceptionally soft.”
“Who asked about that?!”
Seian was fluttering about, demanding I either put something on top or get back into that alien-like outfit immediately. I stood perfectly still, wanting to watch his flustered display a bit longer.
Then, from White One’s mouth as she watched us from the floor, came the ominous voice of Gerth.
“Evan Laef. I believe black is still too early for you.”
The moment a human voice came out of White One, Seian went pale with shock, slammed his bedroom door shut, and locked it from inside with a click. I’d received the house key but not the bedroom key, so I knocked—knock, knock, knock—but Seian was so startled that I couldn’t even hear him breathing from inside.
“Evan Laef. I think white suits you better.”
“Hmm….”
Black certainly wasn’t my color—it was Seian’s. It was an inoffensive shade, but since I’d bought it specifically tailored to Seian’s style, the design was rather extravagant. Only Seian in this world could pull off something like this.
“Gerth, I understand your point. But I don’t have the budget to invest any further in underwear.”
“I see.”
Besides, I’d already overspent buying high-quality items from luxury brands exclusively for Seian. My own things were bought with Reina’s money. At this point, I didn’t have spare change—only a mountain of debt to repay to Reina.
“Understood. I’ll figure something out.”
“Yeah. I’m not sure what, but thanks for that.”
Once my communication with Gerth ended, White One’s eyes returned to their usual bright state. Thinking about it, my instinct told me I’d deliberately called Gerth just now. I picked White One up with both hands, grabbed her by the scruff, and shook her back and forth. She made a gagging sound but showed absolutely no remorse.

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At that moment, the officials of Serpent King’s Tower had gathered at the topmost floor, trembling with dread. The Serpent King was in a foul mood. Moreover, he posed the same question to each official one by one, and the content was decidedly peculiar.
“Hubert.”
“Yes, Father.”
“How many women do you think there are who stand 180 centimeters tall, have long hair, and possess an Adam’s apple?”
“Setting height aside, if she has an Adam’s apple, wouldn’t she be male rather than female?”
“Lakne.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“How many women do you think there are who stand 180 centimeters tall, have long hair, and possess an Adam’s apple?”
“If she were human, it would be a distinctly male characteristic.”
“Magania.”
“It’s a man! A man! Why do you keep asking the same questions over and over again!”
When the Tiger Man bellowed, the armrest of the Serpent King’s throne shattered with a crack.
Hubert, the Serpent King’s son, and Lakne, the Spider Woman, lamented the fact that all the other officials had submitted leave requests, and of all people, this fool remained.
Among the Four Demon Kings, the Serpent King possessed the most superior physical prowess. Whether magic or science and technology, crude schemes became child’s play before such overwhelming strength. It was only because the Serpent King lived ordinarily and allowed himself to be taken advantage of that, in a true battle, the Machine King and Dragon King would be no match for him. It would be different if facing an ancient Sovereign buried underground for ten thousand years, but the two of them existed in fundamentally different worlds.
“Pardon me, Father. If I may ask, why do you keep inquiring about a person with long hair and an Adam’s apple…?”
“That woman was with Evan Laef.”
“Mm…, yes.”
“In the same house.”
“Oh…, mm, yes.”
“Evan’s upper garment was soaked through, exposing all her bare skin.”
“Ah…. Yes.”
See, she ate the academy food in the Capital and set up house with some unknown wretch—I made such a fuss about it, yet he didn’t listen to a word, and now with Father taking out his frustrations, the white fox woman felt curses rising to the tip of her tongue, but she dared not speak them aloud.
One wrong word and every beast-man here would die. It was unlikely the benevolent Serpent King would intentionally kill his subordinates, but the probability they’d all perish from him losing control of his strength in his anger was not insignificant.
“Look at the situation and understand! I’ve said it before!”
Hubert decided he would kill Magania, the Tiger Man. Lakne also decided she would beat Magania, the Tiger Man, to a pulp. The two joined forces, pummeled Magania, bound him tightly with spider silk, and hurled him out of Serpent King’s Tower.

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