I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 36

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Chapter 36. A System Patch
Two weeks had passed.
In that time, Nidst had experienced an extraordinary number of incidents.
“Monsters bursting forth not once but twice—what in the world is happening to this city…?”
“Ever since they arrested the Mayor and all his officials, we haven’t even collected taxes. What are they trying to do?”
“I can’t sleep from the anxiety!”
The Tower’s seal, which had remained steadfast for a thousand years, had already trembled twice in a single month.
Though the monsters pouring from the Tower had been blocked by the barrier and caused no direct harm to the residential districts, there was no guarantee of safety next time.
Some citizens, consumed by excessive fear, had even attempted riots and been arrested.
The atmosphere permeating the Territory had become as ominous as a time bomb.
Yet the Adventurer Guild celebrated instead.
Whether the Tower’s seal wavered or held firm, they had no reason for concern.
Dungeons were always meant to spew forth monsters from time to time.
What mattered to them was whether they could continue ascending the Tower—and fortunately, they had received a definitive answer.
“The Lord has promised to continue supporting the Adventurer Guild indefinitely! We’re saved!”
The Lord, who had acted as though he might expel them at any moment following the Floor 1 incident, had begun treating the Adventurer Guild with favor once more.
It was thanks to Ken’s party, whom he had dispatched as a precaution, accomplishing a great deed in aiding the Lord.
The Adventurer Guild Master beamed, declaring that only elite adventurers were truly reliable.
The elite adventurers who made Nidst their base were equally invested in this affair.
“Seriously? They just gave you the heretic cultists’ equipment?!”
“Yeah! Magical gear, and they were generous about it too!”
“They even gave mana stones from the 2nd Floor mobs. Even low-grade stones would fetch a decent price…”
“Damn it all, we should’ve gone instead!”
The reward the Lord had specially bestowed upon Ken’s party was extraordinary.
“They say if we’d done the job properly during the Floor 1 incident, we’d have received generous compensation then too.”
“So we lost out because of those idiots?”
“Where else might those heretic cultists show up?”
They all grumbled with regret and envied Ken’s party.
Ken himself, however, was far from pleased.
The Lord had not sent him merely equipment and mana stones.
He had also included a box of chocolates, instructing Ken to bring them home to the children.
He had even added that his second-youngest, Milo, would especially enjoy them.
Ken’s assessment was singular.
‘…Is this a threat?’
There was no other reason a monster like the Lord would take interest in him and his family.
It was undoubtedly a veiled message: speak carelessly about the Seal Chamber’s secrets, and I’ll bury you in that dark chamber just like these chocolates.
Yet he could not refuse.
Should the Lord take offense at having his gift rejected, both his siblings and he would be as good as dead.
‘I don’t know what connection she has with those witches of the puppet troupe, but I pray we never become entangled again…’
So Ken accepted every gift the Lord offered, swallowing his reluctance like bitter medicine.
In exchange, I decided to forget everything I saw and heard in The Tower.
I had no doubt the Lord offered such generous hush money precisely because he wanted me to do exactly that.
Had Camilia heard this, she would have clutched her chest in tragic misunderstanding, crying, “No, I just wanted to be kind to you… please don’t stab me…”
“Who’s on cleaning duty today? If the Reception Room isn’t cleaned on time, the Steward said he won’t let it slide!”
“Hurry! Move faster!”
Regardless of what the Territory folk were doing, the past two weeks at the Lord’s Castle had been monotonously identical, day after day.
Everyone was too busy rushing about in quick steps, laboring without pause.
“The curtains need changing!”
“Get the carpets from the warehouse. Yes! The Karadam carpets!”
April would arrive soon.
With spring just beginning, it was time to completely refurbish the Castle.
This year demanded extra care. It was the Steward’s first spring renewal since taking control of the Inner Castle.
Work hadn’t been easy even under the previous Head Maid, but ever since the Steward held the Castle’s ring of keys, nothing came without difficulty.
Yet everyone worked with enthusiasm and vigor.
Unlike the former Head Maid, the Steward valued and favored those who labored diligently.
Those who committed dishonesty or were lazy and fond of flattery were all dismissed, yet no one harbored resentment toward him.
Most rejoiced that the Castle, frozen in place for decades, was finally functioning properly.
“Didn’t they say the Golden Fleece Trading Company is delivering goods today? We need to clear the courtyard to make space for the shipment!”
“The tapestry for the Lord’s chambers is arriving today too, right?”
“Did you hear? They’re bringing a feather quilt for the Lord’s chambers. Not goose feathers—swan feathers…”
Chatter echoed ceaselessly through the corridors and courtyards.
The Knight Barracks were no exception.
Knights who once dispersed after training, having done only their duties, now gathered in small groups to gossip.
The newly arrived youngest member and provisional knight was quite the remarkable specimen.
“S-so I did like this—whoosh! And then—bang! I defeated it!”
“Oh, really? So Shusu went whoosh?”
“It’s not Shusu, it’s Nashu! W-when the Lord officially appoints me, you s-sirs must call me N-Nashu Shumel!”
“Yeah, yeah, we know. But you’re still Shusu for now, aren’t you?”
“Ugh!”
Nashu glared at her chuckling seniors in protest, though few took her seriously.
Not that they were tormenting her.
How could anyone treat carelessly a girl knight who defeated a demon worshipper the moment she entered The Tower?
Moreover, Nashu had even landed a blow against the ‘Evil’ dwelling in the Seal Chamber.
It was, quite literally, a heroic Achievement.
That’s why even the typically unflappable knights had spent two weeks asking to hear that story again and again.
Each time, Nashu would excitedly chatter away, yet she genuinely didn’t understand why everyone marveled so much, calling it “amazing” and “incredible.”
Defeating large, foul-smelling monsters was difficult. It was frightening.
But compared to memorizing the differences between silver and brass tableware, or washing and moving things while trembling lest they break, it was nothing.
All she had to do was swing her weapon with all her might or raise her shield according to the Captain’s orders.
‘Killing people too… why does everyone take it so seriously?’
Last time, when the Commander asked with a worried expression, I told her that slaying monsters wasn’t much different from butchering pigs and cattle—and she seemed oddly flustered by that remark.
But instead of scolding me, she patted my head, so I couldn’t have said anything too terrible.
Truth be told, I wanted to return to The Tower if I could.
It terrified me, yes, but my heart raced with such exhilaration that I couldn’t deny the thrill.
“Everyone, go easy on Shumel.”
So the moment the Commander finally appeared, I rushed over without hesitation to ask.
“C-Commander! H-How is the Lord? Is he doing better today?”
For the first time since the Lord collapsed, a smile crossed the Commander’s perpetually stern face.
“Yes. He’s doing better today.”
“R-Really? Does that mean he might wake up soon?”
Rohengreen answered with a faint but genuine smile.
“Not yet, but he will certainly recover. A weak person couldn’t have accomplished all that he did.”
Camilia stared at the ceiling, her thoughts churning.
‘The Lord is weak… really, truly pathetically weak…’
He’d been bedridden for about two weeks, wavering in and out of consciousness—shouldn’t he be recovering by now?
How could his body be so utterly drained that even the weight of blankets felt unbearable?
Netanel had even blessed him with careful attention, yet here he remained—so frail it terrified him to contemplate his own weakness.
Still, the reason I’d grimly sent away all the attendants was simple enough.
[EMERGENCY PATCH]
System patch preparation is complete.
Will you proceed with the system patch?
[Yes] / [No]
I needed to see how well this system patch—the very thing that had caused her such suffering—would perform.
‘If it’s pathetic, I swear…’
Grinding her teeth inwardly, Camilia made her choice.
‘Yes!’

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