I Conquered the Tower with the EX-Class Character That I Raised - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63
Right after I’d drained Yereche’s soul with that semi-coercive binding contract.
When I immediately demanded exclusive supply rights to holy water without giving her a moment’s respite, Yereche fell into brief contemplation.
At first, I wondered if it was because of her connection with Happy…
But watching her mutter “That arrogant Happy, she was so smug when she became Numbers 2… serves her right” before readily handing over the rights, it seemed that wasn’t the reason.
Things had progressed far more smoothly than expected. I moved straight to the main point.
“You must be quite busy, Saint?”
“I suppose so?”
“You do need to return to the Religious Order periodically, don’t you?”
“…How do you know that?”
“So… let me propose something that might interest you.”
The Saint nodded, gesturing for me to continue.
“Could you lend me a laptop?”
“…What are you suddenly talking about?”
“More specifically, I need the CPU inside your laptop.”
“Are you insane right now?”
The Saint’s expression went blank as if hearing something absurd, then twisted into a glare as she fixed her eyes on me.
“Do you know how much that’s worth? Or rather, it’s so rare that you can’t even obtain it with money.”
“I don’t know. I do understand.”
“?”
“I don’t know the price, but I understand it’s rare.”
Well, I hadn’t expected her to hand it over easily anyway.
I leisurely pulled another bottle of nutritional supplement from my pocket without a care.
Yereche’s head reflexively followed the supplement.
“Ah, I’d hate for you to feel disappointed…”
I balanced the supplement precariously on my fingertip, performing a juggling act as if it might fall at any moment.
“…W-what are you doing?”
“I’m not demanding or buying—I’m just asking to borrow it…”
Her hands twitched as if she wanted to snatch the supplement immediately, her pupils trembling with anxiety. The Saint’s entire body was consumed with impatience.
“Whoops.”
I let the supplement slip from my fingertip.
“No!”
The Saint shot forward like lightning and cradled the supplement.
As if she absolutely couldn’t bear to watch it break.
Watching her exhale a relieved sigh, I…
pulled another bottle of nutritional supplement from my pocket.
“Such a shame…”
And began tilting the supplement back and forth again.
“You!!!”
“Yes?”
“Do you have any idea how precious this is…?!”
“I do.”
I made it, after all.
That’s exactly why I’m doing this.
I smiled faintly and tilted the nutritional supplement precariously on my fingertip again.
“Whoa, it’s about to fall.”
What if something goes wrong and it shatters into pieces on the floor?
I’ll just make another one.
‘I’ve already set up the entire production process anyway.’
“How long do you need me to lend it to you?!”
“How long did you think you could borrow it for?”
“…A week?”
“Heh. Want me to just smash it?”
After several rounds of these peaceful negotiations.
“In exchange, I can return to the Religious Order occasionally. You’re busy anyway, aren’t you?”
“…I’ll accept that.”
With the final trump card of ‘sending me back frequently,’ the Saint finally raised the white flag, and the ‘CPU rental’ contract was finalized.
“Thank you for your trouble.”
“…Yes. Once you’re done, leave now. As quickly as possible.”
The Saint, brazenly issuing an eviction notice as if this were her own bedroom, melted like liquid onto the sofa cushions.
“Why me?”
“…This is my room now. So you’re the one who should leave.”
She adapts disgustingly fast.
Already claiming this reception room as ‘my room,’ no less.
But she hasn’t paid the deposit yet.
“You need to bring the CPU first.”
I can’t hand over the room until then.
“….”
Grrrgh!
The Saint shot up from her seat, grinding her teeth.
Then she strode toward the teleportation portal deeper within the reception room, huffing indignantly.
Her gait was awkwardly hunched because she’d stuffed the nutritional supplements firmly into her bosom, making her clothes bulge comically.
“You’re leaving the supplements behind.”
“…Damn it.”
Caught red-handed trying to sneak them out!
The Saint, her lips twisted as if she’d been caught, carefully placed the supplements she’d tucked into her pocket onto the table and vanished through the portal.
* * *
‘…An extraordinary individual.’
As Yereche climbed the stairs toward the Religious Order, confusion clouded her mind.
She’d thought him merely a fortunate charlatan who’d obtained some elixir through luck, but the person she’d faced directly was different.
An eerie alienation devoid of human desire or emotion.
The overwhelming pressure and suffocating weight of a different dimension caused me to lose composure and become swept up in it.
‘Perhaps… he has some connection to the Apostle, the superhuman saving South Korea… or maybe he’s the same person.’
Thinking about him, my mind naturally drifted to the ‘nutritional supplement’ he had produced—the elixir.
‘…The aura emanating from that elixir was genuine. Lesser beings wouldn’t recognize it, but I can. If I infuse my holy power into it, it would become an elixir incomparable to the crimson elixir.’
My pocket felt strangely empty.
‘Should I have secretly taken just one without being greedy?’
After climbing the stairs and walking for a while, I arrived at the Religious Order.
Since the Italy Black Market was located beneath the Religious Order headquarters.
Yereche kicked open the front gate of the Religious Order with a bang and shouted.
“Hey, Money Bag!”
“Welcome.”
A small, shabby office.
Before a cheap wooden desk sat a middle-aged man who appeared benevolent but somehow worn down by the hardships of life.
He was Francesco, the ‘Pope’ of the Religious Order.
“Hand over the money.”
“…You’re just going to spend it anyway, so why are you borrowing from me? I’m not some student asking for pocket money.”
“If I keep it, I’ll spend it all.”
The Pope handed over a card.
It was a check card containing approximately 30,000 coins.
“What are you planning to use it for?”
“For the next… possibly 100 days, maybe longer. I’ll be away from the Religious Order.”
“100 days? Where on earth are you going to…”
Bewilderment flickered across the Pope’s normally serene face—a rare sight.
Instead of answering, Yereche signed the back of the card she had just received with an elegant flourish and returned it to the Pope.
Now this check card carried the meaning of ‘Yereche’s Command.’
“Use it as operational funds while I’m away.”
“Understood. How will you handle revenue during your absence?”
The Pope familiarly placed a warm cup of water and a terrifyingly thick stack of documents that the Saint needed to process before her.
Yereche mechanically scanned through the document titles.
[Demonic Beast Outbreak Near Milan], [Suspicion of Collusion Between Rome Hunter Association], [Food Supply Source Change Proposal], [Orphanage Combat Readiness Inspection]…
They were difficult matters, but her pen showed no hesitation.
She signed without restraint and mercilessly tore up worthless proposals.
“I’ll definitely come back during the break. I’ll hand over the points then. And…”
She paused.
Yereche, who had been processing documents without hesitation, stopped.
“I think… revenue will increase at least five times compared to now.”
“…Did cutting off the holy water supply temporarily help?”
“No, that’s not it. I discovered a way to produce holy water as a consumable artifact. This absence is also to obtain that method.”
The Pope closed his eyes slowly.
Her eyes trembled with emotion, a surge of fervent joy washing over her.
An artifact of the Holy Water! Wasn’t this the ultimate goal the Religious Order had pursued for ten years?
“Congratulations, Saint. At last, our long-cherished dream is coming to fruition.”
“Mm.”
Yereche processed the documents in an instant, opened a drawer, and pulled out a thick stack of papers.
[Italy Tower Conquest Plan]
“…Now I can finally attempt this.”
Yereche traced her fingers across the cover, her expression bitter as she gently bit her lip.
This was the reason she had endured being called a “money-grubber” while chasing gold and points so desperately.
Italy was withering away.
This ‘Tower Conquest Plan’ was the only means to save her homeland…
Yereche truly believed this.
* * *
Italy’s tragedy stemmed from that cursed “safety-first mentality.”
Despite starting at the easiest difficulty—Floor 2—they climbed only one floor per year, stubbornly applying the brakes with caution.
Clear the Tower, and approximately one month passes before the next break arrives.
Hunters gain the authority to freely access floors below that level.
But the Tower’s rules were merciless.
Stop climbing and wait for a break to occur, and that authority is immediately revoked.
Want to continue mining resources from the Tower? Then climb higher!
The Tower was clearly screaming this message.
Yet Italy closed its ears, and ultimately withered away miserably.
As the entire nation began sinking slowly into a swamp.
Memory traced back several years to the Italy Hunter Association’s conference room.
“If we don’t climb the Tower, even access to lower floors will be restricted! Minerals, herbs, artifacts… the Tower’s resource supply has been cut off, and the nation’s economy is dying!”
But the Prime Minister and Hunter Association Chairman’s response was cold and fearful.
“Saint. Have you forgotten the tragedy of the Floor 9 conquest failure? Italy’s elite climbing team was annihilated. Do you want them to meet a dog’s death by climbing recklessly again?”
“So you’re planning to spend your entire life stagnating while barely holding back the Floor 9 break?!”
“Safety comes first. I’m imposing a complete ban on further climbing at the Association level.”
Defeatist old men. The moment Yereche met their cowardly eyes, she understood.
This rotted Association could not save her homeland.
“…You pathetic bastards. Go to hell.”
“S-Saint! What kind of language is that…!”
“If you won’t do it, I’ll empty my own pockets and build my own climbing team. If you don’t want to die, hide there forever and rot while holding back breaks!”
The day she stormed out, Yereche gathered her followers and founded the Primordial God Sect—another Hunter Association and Guild dedicated to conquering the Italy Tower.
And she began assembling a climbing team by investing all the points earned from selling holy water and the gold earned from the Sect’s activities.
But no matter how remarkable holy water was, it remained ultimately a counterfeit—never becoming a true artifact.
Even by controlling supply through cooperation with Happy and establishing connections with high-ranking figures to walk the tightrope…
There was a limit to the points Yereche could personally earn.
So, after enduring financial hardship for over two years with her mental fortitude wearing thin, just days ago, Yereche witnessed the appearance of that damned “Red Elixir” at the Auction House.
Crash!
An empty glass bottle slipped from Yereche’s hand and shattered against the floor.
“Ah, ah…”
As the overwhelming efficacy threatened to render holy water worthless, her dream of climbing the Italy Tower crumbled to dust.
“Aaaahhh!!!”
Yereche screamed, tearing at her hair with both hands.
She hurled countless documents and bottles of holy water to the ground, wailing like a madwoman.
Despair consumed her—the crushing certainty that everything was finished.
“It’s all over… everything’s ruined, you bastards…!”
Bang!
The door locked firmly shut.
That was the whole story behind the “Holy Maiden Hikikomori” incident.
* * *
“Give me more money.”
The Pope slid three more check cards across the table.
Yereche scrawled her signature across all three without hesitation.
“One is for the orphanage.”
“If you don’t visit in person, the children will feel neglected.”
Yereche’s pen faltered mid-stroke.
She kept her gaze fixed on the documents, her lips pressed tightly together, then bit them slightly.
“…Adults are busy. Handle it yourself.”
Another card.
“This one is for the Academy.”
“I’ll cancel your address to the students.”
“Yeah. Those brats are so… they joke around with me, try to match wits—it’s disrespectful.”
“…Everyone will be sad that the Holy Maiden won’t be coming.”
Yereche’s brow furrowed slightly. A moment of silence.
“…Sigh.”
As if suppressing the complex emotions welling up inside, she let out a short breath, turned her head away, and answered without words.
The third card.
“This one…”
“…I know.”
The Pope collected the third card without asking further questions.
It was the “consolation fund” Yereche paid monthly from her own pocket to the families of the climbing team members—compensation that the corrupt and incompetent Italy Hunter Association refused to provide.
Yereche glanced around the headquarters.
“Heh.”
A headquarters in name only. It was nothing but a cramped little office.
Peeling wallpaper, cheap wooden tables and chairs that creaked as if they might collapse at any moment.
Cheap dishware that looked like it had been salvaged from somewhere.
No proper beverages to offer—just lukewarm tap water served every time, a pathetic scene.
The place controlling the rights to the Italy Market Branch was far too shabby and run-down for such a position of power.
“We really are pathetic, aren’t we?”
“Yes, well.”
The Pope chuckled warmly, shrugging his shoulders.
“That’s who we are, isn’t it?”
* * *
Yereche first gathered her combat equipment.
One mace, one small shield.
And… a pristine white Saint’s vestment embroidered with golden thread.
She completed the look with a hat.
Naturally, it was all just for appearance’s sake—ordinary equipment, not artifacts.
‘What does it matter if they’re artifacts? I’m the real treasure here.’
Finally, she firmly clutched her notebook and greeted the Pope who had followed her.
“I’ll be back during the next break.”
“Holy Maiden.”
The Pope pulled a checkcard from his pocket and flicked it toward her.
Yereche reflexively caught the card.
‘Another signature? I thought I gave him everything. What’s this for?’
Curious, Yereche flipped it over and saw it was already signed.
The card she’d given to Pope Francesco today for the first time as ‘activity funds’.
“Use it to buy yourself something delicious. Don’t skip meals.”
“….”
For a moment, Yereche’s eyes widened.
Soon after, a soft laugh escaped between her lips.
“Cheeky money bag.”
Shaking her head as if to say there was no stopping him, Yereche carefully tucked away the card, her lips curving into a tender smile she couldn’t hide.
Yereche spun around and crossed back through the portal.
* * *
“Eek!”
The moment she crossed the portal, Yereche gasped in alarm and nearly collapsed as her legs gave way.
The cool, otherworldly creature that had been restraining her until moments ago—Special One—was still sitting there in that very spot.
“You’ve returned.”
On the table where he greeted her with a languid smile lay…
Precious ‘nutritional supplements’ scattered about like common bottled water—dozens of them.
Tinkle, tinkle!
And what was this sublime holy power that filled the entire room?
The clear, sacred energy seemed to drift through the air,
then transformed into the shape of a white fairy that flickered luminously, playfully fluttering around the man.
“Huh…?”
Am I dreaming?
It was such an unrealistic sight that one could only feel that way.

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