I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 137

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 137

Now that I had a new purpose in Belodia, all that remained was to recall my other memories—specifically, any that might serve as a clue to finding the Jewel of the Sun.
‘Since reading newspapers was my hobby, I should definitely know any content that appeared in articles.’
I sat on the sofa in the living room of my guest room at the Inn, staring at the newspaper as though I could bore holes through it with my gaze.
‘Edencia Kingdom, Second Prince, Jewel of the Sun, Belesa Valenhardt….’
I tried to trigger my memories by concentrating on these words, but the best I could manage was for faint images to surface and then fade away. This is frustrating. It’s difficult.
Behind me, I heard the sound of a doorknob turning—Theon emerging from the room he’d been in.
“Can’t you think of a plan to find the treasure?”
“No.”
Not at all. Not even a little bit.
This problem wasn’t easy. Not only did I lack clues about future events, but I also had to find the treasure’s location before Tory did. That way, I could become the benefactor who found the treasure for the Edencia Kingdom.
But all we’d learned in this city was that the scoundrels who’d backstabbed Kane were in contact with a fence. As I let out a sigh, Theon, who had been quiet, spoke up.
“I’ve been thinking about it too, Berry.”
“Hmm?”
“What if instead of us going to find that treasure, we make someone bring it to us?”
“Who? The criminal who stole the treasure? How?”
“Didn’t the Blue Company’s informant say they’d find out where the fence is hiding?”
As I waited for Theon to continue, he placed a potion on the table—one he’d apparently brought from his room.

———-
Special-Purpose Potion
Brief Physical Transformation (6 hours)
———-

“By using bad people.”

***

Morkan was a wandering fence who never stayed in one place for long. Because of this, he preferred dealing in small, expensive items—though that preference was becoming a thing of the past.
He grew older with each passing year, yet how much longer could he keep fleeing from his pursuers?
“Damn those Papper Kingdom bastards.”
He muttered anxiously as he stuffed various precious metals and bundles of documents into his travel bag.
“I was supposed to make one last score and get out of the business.”
A few months ago, an appetizing opportunity had presented itself to Morkan, who’d been worried about his career longevity: Kane Lumina Trabel, the eldest grandson of Count Trabel.

“Not impressive.”
“Oh my, young master. This pocket watch—I keep it hidden away and only show it to distinguished guests like yourself. You see, the Cortmon Kingdom? That realm on the far side of the continent, famous for crafting small, precise components without the slightest error. The artisans there each took on the parts they do best and created this timepiece together. Look here, here—don’t you see how even the watch hands differ in detail? Ah, perhaps you’ve never seen—”
“Hmm, yes. I know. Pocket watches made by Cortmon Kingdom artisans have the craftsman’s signature engraved inside. I simply haven’t looked at the interior.”

The Cortmon Kingdom, my foot.
It was something an underground craftsman from the Heishal Empire had made after losing a card game, claiming it as payment. Kane had ultimately purchased that pocket watch.
Morkan’s preferred customer type.
A wealthy young master lacking practical experience, who out of wounded pride pretended to know things he didn’t.
‘Why not treat this as retirement funds and go for it?’
The fact that it was money from the Trabel Estate—a place filled with ruthless people—gave me pause, but that very ruthlessness made it impossible to abandon the scheme.
So Morkan volunteered as broker and found people to expose their identities in his stead. His plan to extract money was flawless, his preparations thorough. He’d even crafted counterfeit coins that matched the weight of genuine gold.
“Damn it. I set up the stage for them to conduct the transaction on the sea, and they can’t even manage that? Now look at this mess.”
Morkan, who’d spent years as a fence in the Heishal Empire, knew just how ruthless the people of the Trabel Estate were. So he’d targeted that inexperienced young master and laid out a perfect plan.
Morkan’s critical error lay in underestimating the con artists from the Papper Kingdom—greedy fools who couldn’t read the room.

“We risked our lives too, so we deserve more money. Morkan, you should buy our goods. If word of this reaches the Trabel Estate, you’ll be in trouble too.”

They’d abandoned the deal that should have ended on the sea and tracked me here. Whether they were foolish enough to leave a trail or if it was mere coincidence, the youngest granddaughter of Count Trabel—the one determined to catch them—was also in this city.
A beautiful man frequently featured alongside her in the newspapers, and a carefree girl enjoying a resort without a care in the world. Others held no expectations, but still.
“Troublemakers like that are far more dangerous. You never know what they’ll do, and when disaster strikes, it’s excruciating.”
Berry Quartz Trabel.
I knew her well because she was Morkan’s favorite gossip subject. Whenever an article about her causing trouble appeared, I’d chuckle while reading the newspaper.

“Those idiots got tangled up again! Wait, at this rate, is she deliberately targeting criminals? Not that it concerns me.”

Getting caught up in one of Berry Quartz Trabel’s incidents meant suffering significant losses. She would undoubtedly cause trouble in Belodia as well, and there was no guarantee that I wouldn’t be the one swept up in it.
“Wait, what about the items the Papper Kingdom bastards stole from the Trabel Estate?”
Morkan, clutching a heavily packed travel bag in both hands, froze mid-step toward the exit. Among the Trabel Estate’s possessions he’d obtained through deception from Kane were many small, expensive items he cherished.
“No, no.”
The plan had gone awry from the moment those fools failed to properly sell the items at sea. I needed to abandon the botched scheme and hope for better days ahead.
“Is that more important than your life?”
Morkan lurched toward the exit under the weight of the travel bag, swaying side to side, only to stumble backward and hesitate.
“Oh my, are you closing up for the day?”
The door opened, and a strikingly beautiful woman with platinum blonde hair entered the shop in elaborate attire, followed by a man in a hat who appeared to be her companion.
‘…I feel like I’ve seen this woman somewhere before.’
Even as I swallowed hard, my gaze was drawn involuntarily to the man’s impeccable physique and lower face. His features, hidden in the shadow of his hat’s brim, remained obscured, yet something about him felt familiar.
“….”
Then, realizing how I’d shrunk like a turtle under the weight of their presence, I felt embarrassed. I straightened myself and cleared my throat before speaking.
“Yeah, we’re done.”
Morkan’s front was an Antique Shop. He’d rented the failing establishment at a bargain price.
I wondered what business such a money-scented aristocrat could have in this moldy dump, but right now I was in a hurry. I was about to pass the woman and head for the exit when—
“Do you have items from the Trabel Estate in that travel bag?”
The woman asked me in a voice so delicate it tickled my eardrums like a butterfly landing softly. Morkan felt the hair on my head stand on end. These were people sent from the Trabel Estate.
‘I knew it!’
Something had felt off about this! The moment I grasped the situation, I hurled the travel bag and bolted forward. My running speed was fast enough to outpace even skilled Knights. I was confident I could escape this place—
Crash!
My nose slammed hard against the solid floor. Tears welled up as if my nasal bone had shattered. The man had swept his sword scabbard at my legs, tripping me and striking my waist.
“M-My lady!”
“….”
“I was wrong! Please spare me? Please?”
Though my own strength was considerable, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t escape the tip of the man’s sword scabbard. Thrashing on the floor, I pleaded to the man in a nasal whimper, but he didn’t utter a single word in response.
“Morkan.”
The woman, observing the scene, called out my name gently.
“Y-Yes!”
So she’s the real power here! I craned my neck back as far as possible to look at the woman before me. Even from below, she was truly beautiful. I would have marveled at her endlessly—if I weren’t in this pathetic state.
“Do you have anything to say to me…?”
Morkan crawled toward the woman and spoke. Though I’d devised the plan, it was the Papper Kingdom men whose faces were known. So there was plenty of room to slip away.
“I know nothing….”
“You don’t know?”
The woman cut off my excuse before I could make it.
“You know everything.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————