I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 35

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Under normal circumstances, I would have scratched him with my sharp claws.
“Screech! Screech!”
Kim Beolggwol disliked it but remained still.
Exercising extreme patience, I restrained my ferocity.
“Ohohoho!”
The moment Tesleron saw Kim Beolggwol, he fell head over heels in love.
Could such an adorable creature truly exist in this world?
Unable to contain his affection, he rubbed his face frantically against mine.
“Screech!”
Kim Beolggwol fled from Tesleron.
“Ohoho! Come here! Let me shower you with all my love!”
Had it been anyone else, their face would have been torn to shreds, but Tesleron emerged unscathed (?).
It was all thanks to Isabel’s request.
Kim Beolggwol nestled snugly into Isabel’s arms.
“So, will you help me now?”
“If you let me play with Beolkkot for thirty minutes every day.”
Isabel looked down at Kim Beolggwol.
Kim Beolggwol shook his head vigorously.
Kim Beolggwol was not fond of Tesleron.
Isabel spoke.
“Fifteen minutes.”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes. I can’t go any higher.”
“Twenty minutes! I won’t budge either.”
“Is that so?”
Isabel let out a deep sigh.
She desperately needed his help, but he needed it far more desperately than she did.
“Then I suppose there’s nothing to be done. Our fate ends here….”
“Fifteen minutes! Fine! Fifteen minutes!”
“Very well.”
Kim Beolggwol disliked even fifteen minutes, and every hair on his body stood on end.
Isabel gently stroked his back and whispered softly.
“I’ll give you kisses later.”
Kim Beolggwol’s fur instantly softened.
A magical inscription appeared above Kim Beolggwol’s head.
[Kiss = Marriage.]
The letters shimmered in golden light, unlike usual, then vanished of their own accord.
Yet strangely, no one else had seen those letters.
The next day, Tesleron formally became Isabel’s mentor.
A week later, Isabel discovered some delightful news in the gazette.
‘Finally, I found it!’
The day I had been eagerly anticipating was finally approaching.
[Mirotell Magic Federation Mathematics Olympiad]
[Grand Prize: 10 Million Luden]
“Can I participate in this too?”
“You’ll need a letter of recommendation….”
“Karin will write one for me.”
“Right. If it’s that terrifying woman Karin, it should be possible.”
And indeed, Karin did write the letter of recommendation for me.
“Your Highness, why do you wish to participate in the Olympiad?”
“They’re giving away money.”
Karin let out an involuntary cough, unable to help herself.
Those were hardly words befitting the lips of a noble princess.
Much less words that should ever come from the bloodline of the Vilotian Royal Family, guardians of martial arts.
“You… need money?”
“Yes.”
“How much do you need?”
“A lot. A very, very, very, very, very great deal.”
“Why is that?”
“I want to become wealthy.”
“Why do you wish to become wealthy?”
I’ll make sure that wretched Rosild Duke never looks down on our family again.
Isabel smiled brightly.
“I want to leave gifts for the people I cherish before I go.”
Though no one saw it, Karin’s fingertips were trembling.
* * *
I remember clearly the look in Reina’s eyes and her expression.
That gesture of extending her hand while apologizing was never sincere.
‘She still looked down on me, a half-blooded princess….’
Moreover, they subtly scorned and belittled our entire family.
‘Barbarians who can only wield a sword well. That’s all they are.’
Even if I could forgive Reina for being a child, I sensed that same contempt in the eyes of Rosild Duke.
Had my father’s martial prowess been even slightly weaker, Rosild Duke’s house would have conspired with the Sword Forest to enthrone a new Emperor.
‘Not until dirt fills my eyes, nor even after, will I ever allow such a thing.’
In any world, money is power.
The Vilotian Royal Family had devoted themselves solely to swordsmanship across generations and bore the military might of the Empire.
That was our tradition.
‘Tradition! I’ll shatter it!’
Barbaric, uncultured, and in truth, impoverished Vilotians.
That was how the Rosild Duke’s family was always portrayed in the novels.
Now that I thought about it, my irritation flared up instantly.
‘Why are we barbaric and uncultured?’
Just look at my Mother—she’s overflowing with grace and elegance.
A warm smile. A benevolent nature. Dignity and refinement that runs through her very being.
Wait.
And my Biological Father… well.
‘Right. He’s handsome.’
With that level of handsomeness, you could call it cultivation.
And my Brother… well.
‘Let’s skip that.’
I haven’t seen the other brothers in person yet, but I think it’s best to skip over them as well.
This novel is almost entirely focused on the male lead Arun, and the Vilotian Royal Family is a household that gets destroyed by him, so you could say we’re not exactly a normal or exemplary family.
‘Anyway, that’s just the setting!’
I couldn’t tolerate the setting where Rosild dismisses us, but I decided to overlook the setting of my own family.
‘Anyway, I need to make money.’
The newsletter listed various incidents both large and small that had occurred last week.
Among them was a story about a boy who tried to find the Rosild Duke’s household and was beaten and driven away.
His name was Narmore.
He would become the greatest wealthy man in this world in the future, and the leader of the Virto family—an emerging powerful household that would succeed Rosild.
Buying Narmore stock, yes!
“Skyrocketing train choo-choo!”
“…Huh?”
Teslone, who had come looking for me for private tutoring, tilted his head in confusion.
“Skyrocketing train? Choo-choo? What’s that?”
“Oh, no, it’s nothing at all.”
This body is fine in every other way, but sometimes I find myself muttering without realizing it.
It seemed to be because there was a gap between my mental maturity and my physical maturity.
“Are your Olympiad preparations going well?”
“Yes, they are.”
“I heard you’re participating for the money?”
“Yes. I’m going to become incredibly wealthy.”
“You can’t become rich from ten million Ludens. Do you know how much housing costs in the capital? That money wouldn’t even buy a tiny corner of a house. You absolutely cannot become rich—wake up from that dream.”
“An evil invader destroying childhood innocence.”
“A realistic teacher, you mean.”
“I just need seed money.”
“Did I destroy your innocence, or did innocence never exist in the first place? Is it right that the word ‘seed money’ comes out of the mouth of a six-year-old? Is this the right kind of world?”
“There’s someone I want to sponsor.”
I’ll build my own wealth. I’m launching the skyrocketing train—no, the skyrocketing rocket.
“Sponsor? Why don’t you just ask your Biological Father for that?”
“I don’t want to sponsor them with the Imperial Palace’s money.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to be swayed by the Geomnim Order. I want to sponsor Isabel personally, not through the Imperial Palace.”
I didn’t know that Bumblebee was listening carefully to this conversation.
* * *
Kim Beolggwol returned to his original home, the Dragon’s Nest.
“Did you have an enjoyable day?”
“Yes. Though I don’t remember much of it.”
“Does it sadden you that you can’t remember?”
“Yes. It does sadden me.”
Kim Beolggwol.
His true name was Arun, and he placed a hand over his heart.
“It feels warm and comforting. It’s a memory I don’t want to forget, so it saddens me that I can’t remember it.”
“That’s proof you’re having a wonderful experience.”
Arun lay down on his bed.
It was an extraordinarily comfortable bed, enchanted with all manner of magic.
‘I feel like I might remember.’
Things that shouldn’t have been remembered were faintly coming back to him.
He wasn’t sure, but it seemed he needed money.
Arun walked out of the nest.
This was the “Dragon’s Domain,” and no living creature existed here without the dragon’s permission.
Not even the common sound of insects could be heard.
During his walk, he picked up a red stone.
“It looks expensive. Hehe.”
He didn’t know what it was.
It was merely one among countless pebbles, but an unusual magical aura was leaking from this stone nonetheless.
“What are you doing, Arun?”
“I was looking at it because it’s pretty.”
“That’s pretty?”
“Yes. Can you give this to me?”
“Of course. Everything in this domain is yours. But what will you use it for?”
“I just want to have it.”
Kadelina was delighted.
She felt various emotions emanating from her son.
What her son was feeling now was clearly possessiveness.
It seemed that his experiences as Bumblebee were influencing his sense of self in various ways.
“Then take it.”
“Thank you!”
Arun placed the red stone in his bosom.
Kadelina spoke as if suddenly remembering something.
“Oh, now I remember. I received that as a gift—well, actually seized it about two hundred years ago.”
“A gift?”
“Yes. What was it called again? Some small-time human named Sebastian or something crafted it with great care, I think. Oh, I remember now. The Emperor of Villorian had it back then.”
But that wasn’t really what mattered.
What mattered was simply wanting to see my son’s eyes sparkle as he exclaimed, “Wow! Thank you, Mother!”
“He kept misbehaving, so I gave him a good smack—no, I mean, I obtained it through peaceful dialogue and mutual agreement. But once I had it, I lost interest and tossed it outside the nest.”
What Arun had picked up was not a pebble, but a jewel.
One of the “Crimson Tears” series crafted by the master human artisan Sebastian two hundred years ago.
“Where are you going?”
“To the Imperial Palace!”
“Won’t you stay a bit longer with Mother?”
“I need to gain many experiences quickly!”
Arun transformed into a ratel and left the nest.
Kadelina felt a little disappointed, but she soon smiled. It meant her son was having such varied and joyful experiences.
“But… when I took that thing, there was something about it.”
She remembered the Emperor of Villorian’s anguished cry from two hundred years ago.
Something about a “betrothal stone” that created a strong bond in human souls, or whatever.
But Kadelina, who called herself an ancient black flame dragon, had simply let it go in one ear and out the other.
After all, it might be significant by human standards, but for a truly great black flame dragon like herself, it wasn’t particularly important.
‘Who cares. It’s probably not that important anyway.’
She decided to let it pass.
A pebble like that was utterly trivial compared to something like the world’s destruction.
Or so she thought back then.

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