I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 77

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Chapter 77. Something Feels Like I’m Forgetting
[‘Gold Slime Replication’ has been completed. Please retrieve the monster from the Crown of Creation.]
After a good night’s sleep, I opened my eyes to see the notification gleaming before me.
‘Oh, the money duplication is finished.’
Today promised to be busier than usual.
While I had successfully eliminated the plague’s source, the aftermath still remained, and I needed to decide how to spend the newly accumulated wealth.
In a game, such administrative tasks would be auto-skipped, but in reality, I had to handle each one personally—quite tedious, if I was being honest.
“Set the reward for the Adventurer Guild generously, even if it seems excessive.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
First, I distributed substantial rewards to the adventurers who had worked so diligently.
I even granted an additional bonus to the adventurer who had managed to escape alone and report the situation.
“What about Mina? Did the source extraction succeed?”
“Yes. It contains power stronger than the source that appears in summer, so if cultivation succeeds, it will help in creating various potions.”
‘Excellent, excellent.’
Recovering a plague source in the first year was no simple feat. Normally, such acquisitions came around the second year at the earliest, and the potions Mina could create were originally limited to enhanced plague prevention remedies.
But with the research period now dramatically extended, something more useful might emerge.
The good news didn’t end there. Thanks to the water bombs sweeping through the inner district, the sewers maintenance had gained considerable momentum.
“The blessed water should have eliminated all plague factors, but just to be safe, I’ve dispatched City Hall staff to oversee the work, so there shouldn’t be any major issues.”
“Thank you for always doing such excellent work.”
“Assisting you is my greatest joy.”
After completing the administrative matters cleanly, it was time for an audience with Horan, vice-director of the Golden Fleece Trading Company, and Noma Sterea, the Mayor.
I handed over all the gold I’d created from the Gold Slimes, except for those reserved for the remaining two replications.
As a result, the expansive Audience Chamber was completely filled with golden boxes.
Horan’s expression transcended rapture and ventured into sheer terror.
“I never imagined I would witness such an enormous amount of gold, and of such high purity.”
Noma went even further, tears glistening in her eyes.
“Ah, Goddess of Balance… I am witnessing your manifestation.”
Had they been companions, both would surely have triggered favorability increase notifications in rapid succession.
“How you use this gold is your decision. Simply ensure that what you promised is returned to me.”
“Of course! We will absolutely create the city’s development and the continent’s finest monster byproduct market for you.”
“With so much gold in circulation, we must establish systems quickly to ensure it flows without obstruction.”
The automatic governance seemed to be operating quite smoothly, which was deeply satisfying.
Afterward, I received several reports from them and discussed methods for transporting the gold.
The final discussion concerned the bonds.
“Matured bonds issued under the Territory’s name are being returned. How should we handle them?”
“Is that so? That’s fortunate timing.”
Flooding the city with too much money would be unwise. To prevent inflation, I needed to redirect funds externally.
Investment would have been preferable, but this wasn’t a loss either. By promptly repaying the bonds, I would raise our creditworthiness, encouraging more people to conduct business with us.
“Repay all bonds as they come in.”
“Understood. We shall proceed accordingly.”
For some reason, my ears itched, but I was too busy to pay it any mind.
There was still a mountain of work to be done.
Camilia reviewed the documents one by one that Zehar Al Rashid had placed on the reading stand as she spoke.
“I’m thinking of repairing the Underground Workshop. What do you think?”
The path to and from the farm was inconvenient, and I needed the workshop to carefully examine the summoned creature items I’d obtained after destroying the plague’s source.
While not essential like it is for mages, a workshop wouldn’t hurt a sorceress either.
“I’ve felt the necessity as well. Since we can’t carelessly admit outsiders, I’ll have the children organize it bit by bit.”
“Then I’ll leave it to you.”
Zehar Al Rashid’s eyes sparkled with such delight that Camilia quickly added a caveat.
“You’ll need to come with me to The Tower soon, so don’t waste your energy recklessly. Simple maintenance will suffice.”
“My lady, really… Do you think I can’t even manage priorities at that level?”
Though he glanced away with a sulky expression, his cheeks flushed with genuine pleasure at the assignment.
A truly excellent Steward who never neglected the welfare of his appearance even amid the chaos.
While not urgent, the workshop issue had been resolved.
‘Now all that remains is managing the Seal Chamber.’
I’d obtained not one but two souls of Succubi confirmed to be level 4 or higher, so there was no reason to keep the Seal Chamber empty.
It seemed wise to visit once more—both to appease the adventurers who complained about poor byproduct and magic stone yields, and to claim the special treasure chest rewards.
Work should be done while the thought is fresh.
“I’ll make a quick trip to The Tower. The Seal Chamber needs attention.”
“Ah, you’re planning to fill it with Succubi?”
This time, Zehar Al Rashid let her go without protest.
It was only natural. He knew better than anyone that leaving the Seal Chamber empty for long was unwise.
With the lady of the house’s permission secured, Camilia selected idle-looking companions to form a party and headed toward The Tower.
[You have obtained ‘Exceptional Kobold Leather’ from the special treasure chest.]
[You have obtained ‘Evolved Poison Gland of the Antman’ from the special treasure chest.]
After placing Succubi in the Seal Chambers of the 3rd and 4th Floors and receiving the results of the treasure chest opening, I clicked my tongue in disappointment.
‘Tch, nothing edible from the chests.’
This was all because of the gold farming grind.
Equipment came through the Golden Fleece Trading Company, and materials could be purchased from the Adventurer Guild with money, so the treasure chest efficiency had become abysmal.
But it felt wrong to skip rewards I could receive.
“We’re done. Let’s head back.”
“Y-yes, Lord Camilia. Are we leaving now?”
Nashu Shumel looked up at me with disappointment, like a puppy deprived of its walk, and I found myself laughing without thinking.
“Why? Do you want to climb The Tower a bit more?”
“Y-yes… No, wait! That’s, that’s not something I decide!”
Nashu Shumel, apparently recalling the knighthood he’d been diligently studying lately, quickly corrected his slip of the tongue.
“I’m your knight, my lady, so I only wish to go when you give the order.”
Then Vlad, following behind, let out a scoff and muttered.
“Still just a provisional knight.”
“I-I’ll be a real knight soon!”
Instead of answering, Vlad poked the girl’s cheek—which had filled out nicely and rounded into a pleasant softness.
Nashu Shumel huffed and immediately swung her arm in retaliation, though she didn’t appear genuinely angry.
It was closer to playful teasing between the two of them.
‘These two have grown even closer already.’
Perhaps because they were still children, they had bonded far more quickly than expected despite their different circumstances and positions.
Netanel Fragma seemed to share a similar sentiment, smiling softly as he whispered.
“Children do become friends awfully fast, don’t they?”
“There’s nothing wrong with them getting along.”
“Exactly. In that sense, it would be nice if the Steward also became closer with us before heading to The Tower.”
He didn’t forget to probe subtly under the guise of casual conversation, having heard that Zehar Al Rashid would be participating in The Tower’s conquest again.
“If you would simply stop needling my mage, we might not become close, but at least things would be less awkward.”
“It’s the employer’s fault for staring so intently every time I receive a blessing.”
Netanel Fragma laughed like a fox as he added that such fervent gazes made him want to tease.
“If the employer is truly bothered, I could refrain for the extraordinary sum of five platinum coins—what do you think, sir?”
“Hmm, that’s a price worth considering.”
“Oh, really? Then could I ask for one more platinum coin?”
Exchanging such trivial banter, Camilia returned to the Castle and pondered her next schedule.
There was still time left—what should I do?
‘Now that I think about it, I feel like I’m forgetting something.’
What was it?
Ah, that’s right—the spy.
It was only a suspicion so far, but there seemed to be someone leaking information from within the Castle.
Camilia secretly summoned Zehar Al Rashid and instructed him to investigate.
Now truly all her schedules were complete. Just as I was feeling satisfied with that thought, an enraged elf burst through the door.
Solandir glared at Camilia savagely with eyes that had deepened into a murky green like a roiling swamp rather than fresh spring growth, and spoke sharply.
“Have you forgotten your promise? When are we having our conversation?”
Oh no. I completely forgot about that.

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