I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 69

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Chapter 69. The Plague Lord
Camilia stared at the system window.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a Quest I was seeing for the first time.
It was one of the Quests that appeared randomly around summer if I let the first year pass without maintaining the Underground Sewers.
The problem was that the timing was far too early.
Even at the earliest, it appeared in July, but it was only April now.
Though bewildered, I couldn’t simply ignore a Quest that had appeared.
Unlike other matters, plague had a fatal impact on my Territory’s reputation.
‘Ugh, but the timing is still too early. It’s also quite troublesome….’
‘The Plague of the Underground Sewers’ lived up to its name, a Quest that unleashed every conceivable status ailment.
I once underestimated it as a novice Lord and lost more than half my companions.
“My Lord?”
Rohengreen called out to me cautiously, worried as I continued to furrow my brow. I sighed.
“…I need to change our destination.”
To him, who asked why with his eyes, I spoke briefly.
“We’ll head to the Adventurer Guild instead.”
The Nidstar Adventurer Guild was operating as usual.
Malorik Bancroft, the Guild Master, was spending a day much like any other.
Which is to say, he was sipping strong spirits while clutching documents and wracking his brains.
“Master! Guild Master! The Lord has arrived!”
It would have been so, had Ken, the elite adventurer, not burst through the door with a tremendous crash and shouted as he always did.
Malorik rose irritably.
“What? Why is that crazy monster here again?”
“Master, shh! Shh!”
Ken waved his hands frantically.
“What is it, Ken? Why suddenly….”
The bewildered Guild Master froze upon spotting the figure standing behind Ken.
The Lord with her long violet hair cascading down regarded him with a crooked smile.
“How amusing, Malorik. Have you been calling me such things behind closed doors?”
Conversely, the Knight Commander who had accompanied her as escort was filled with fury.
With his right hand gripping his sword hilt and his guard raised, he seemed ready to draw and strike the moment the Lord gave the signal.
‘He even curses the Emperor behind her back, yet he acts like this over a little insult to the Lord?’
Though aggrieved, what could I do? Malorik forced a servile smile.
“My Lord, surely I would never speak such rudeness to you? I was merely discussing the many monsters we’ve had to deal with lately. Though it is a humble place, please do come in.”
Camilia let out a scoff and entered the Office.
The Knight Commander with his murderous gaze and the Priest with an expression of utter delight followed after.
Fortunately, the Office was spacious enough that it didn’t feel cramped.
Thanks to Ken, who read the room and discreetly made his escape, there were plenty of chairs as well.
It’s useless to treat adventurers well—such was Malorik’s bitter realization as he alone remained, swallowing his tears while fetching the finest chair.
“You must be weary from the journey. Please, sit here.”
The Priest promptly produced a cushion from somewhere and patted it against the chair before Lord Camilia finally took her seat.
It was an absurd display of fussiness, but Malorik merely smiled cunningly and rubbed his palms together instead of showing his displeasure.
“So then, what business brings you to seek me out….”
Lord Camilia cut him off abruptly with a demand.
“I need you and an Elf adventurer.”
“You mean me? And why an Elf…?”
Instead of an answer, a weary gaze returned to him. It meant to shut up and obey.
Yet he couldn’t simply nod along to every command. Malorik offered timid resistance.
“You must issue feasible orders for me to follow. Even setting myself aside, where would I procure an Elf adventurer?”
“The ones sent by the Empire should be arriving soon. If you’ve done your job properly as instructed, one of them ought to be an Elf adventurer.”
Lord Camilia regarded him intently once more.
Her gaze suggested that if they’d come this far, they might as well be here, and she wanted them brought before her at once.
Malorik felt a surge of indignation.
He’d become something like a subordinate through her support for the Adventurer Guild’s independence, but wasn’t this going too far?
This was no different from slavery….
“The Plague Lord has hidden itself in the Underground of my Territory. If we don’t deal with it urgently, disease will spread throughout the entire domain.”
“The Plague Lord… A demon has appeared!?”
Malorik was aghast.
‘Damn it! If the Plague Lord has truly appeared, we have at most four days!?’
He couldn’t let the plague destroy his precious honey pot.
Malorik hastily grabbed his sword and belt, then bolted out to race down the road connected to the Fallum Empire.
With Malorik off to his duties, it was now my turn.
I returned directly to the Castle.
“Summon Zehar Al Rashid and his companions.”
The moment I stepped down from the carriage, I gave the order while heading toward my Office, and Rohengreen Ashen nodded before rushing off immediately.
Netanel Fragma, who remained at my side, whispered while casting a blessing upon me.
“Shall I bring Noma and the… administrators? They could be of help as well.”
“I’m not so desperate as to eagerly accept a proposal that will obviously demand an exorbitant price.”
“Ah, you’ve caught me. I was hoping to make a killing off this opportunity.”
He smiled like a fox and bowed his head toward me.
“But is it truly certain? The Plague Lord has definitely come to this place?”
“The Underground Sewers have been stagnant for years now, so it’s only natural that mongrel would come sniffing around for nothing but rotting pits.”
“That may be so, but it’s still spring, isn’t it? The Plague Lord is a demon that appears in summer.”
One might wonder what season has to do with demons as if they were mosquitoes, but in the Dark Tower, it’s a given.
Demons in this world are so common that everyone across the land knows their regular appearance times.
The Plague Lord, which appears somewhere each summer to spread pestilence, was the most famous demon among them.
“The season is strange enough, but the location is even stranger. Demons don’t usually try to approach Nidstar, do they?”
Netanel Fragma tilted his head and voiced his remaining doubts.
“This is the place where the most evil in the world is sealed, and my employer is practically the demons’ natural predator.”
The First Lord did indeed bear sinister titles like demon slayer and massacre incarnate.
But this one was a novice created from only a fragment of the First Lord’s soul, not the First Lord himself.
To a demon, I would be a mouth-watering morsel and a punching bag.
“The reason is obvious, isn’t it? You noticed that I’ve grown weak.”
Netanel Fragma asked back, still looking confused.
“But you haven’t even come here to see it yourself. How could you possibly know?”
‘That would be through the soul or something like that… wait, was it the same in the game?’
The Year 1 Plague Lord event had two appearance conditions.
It had to be summer.
The Underground Sewers had to be improperly maintained.
With these conditions, the event triggered roughly fifty-fifty.
But there was one method to trigger it one hundred percent.
In the alliance event that occurred after bankruptcy, if you chose the Helheim Bank operated by demons, the Plague Lord event would trigger without fail. Then the plague event would definitely occur.
Very occasionally, the event would trigger even if the Underground Sewers were properly maintained.
In the game, the specific causal relationship wasn’t revealed, but players who had experience with the game all suspected with certainty that the demons must have been colluding with each other.
Camilia was one of them.
‘Back then, the Lord brought demons directly into the Territory, but that’s not happening now. So why is something similar occurring?’
Because it’s Hell difficulty?
If the probability of the event triggering increased, it should happen in summer—so why did it occur at this time?
Come to think of it, the Pantheon’s appearance was the same. The timing was far too early.
‘The Necromancer who was possessing me also had a strange reaction. They knew my body’s condition as if it were obvious.’
Camilia clenched my teeth without realizing it.
‘Could there be a spy inside the Castle?’

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