The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success - Chapter 122

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Chapter 122
I caught sight of the High Priest’s widened eyes and offered him a playful wink.
“How about we have tea together? If there’s anything you need, just ask. I’ll help you out.”
Before the High Priest, I formed my index and thumb into the shape of money.
“I bet Dragon Brother would agree to anything just to get you out of here quickly, you know? He’s so eager to have me all to himself.”
I laughed like a fool, slapping the High Priest’s arm repeatedly.
“My, you certainly have plenty of energy this early in the morning.”
The High Priest let out a dry cough. He seemed to have immediately grasped the implication hidden in my words—that there would be no escort present.
In fact, even Kibon, who was always in my room, was absent at this moment.
“Thank you so much. I truly appreciate it.”
A glimmer of something began to shine in his eyes.
It seemed murderous intent was swirling around thoughts of attacking Kiaros.
“I actually do have some matters I’ve been meaning to request of the Crown Prince. Truly, only the Minister of Education shows such consideration for us.”
“See?”
At the High Priest’s flattering words, I puffed out my chest and tilted my chin up proudly.
“Haven’t I always said I wanted good things for you, High Priest? Ohohohoho. I’m someone who believes in fair exchanges. Remember that.”
Just as I was basking in my own boasting,
a knock sounded at the door.
“It’s me, Namia.”
It was Kiaros’s voice, arriving right on schedule as we’d planned.
“May I come in?”
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The High Priest clicked his tongue inwardly.
‘Good heavens. Look at all the effort he’s put into his appearance. It’s absolutely ridiculous.’
Kiaros gleamed from head to toe.
Already beautiful as a Dragon-kin, he had deliberately groomed himself until his appearance resembled a masterpiece painting.
‘He’s truly lost his mind over Namia Loapi.’
The High Priest hadn’t seen Kiaros frequently, but neither was this their first meeting.
Until now, Kiaros had shown no particular interest in grooming himself. Yet to see such a transformation—it was certain proof that he had completely lost his senses over a woman.
Namia stared blankly at Kiaros for a moment, then suddenly laughed in surprise.
“Ahahaha, ahaha, my Dragon Brother… you look so handsome today?”
Hmm? Something seemed off.
That was when I noticed something felt strange.
Kiaros walked over with long strides and sat beside Namia, gazing at her with the gentlest eyes imaginable.
“I put in some effort to look presentable. Does it suit me?”
Unbelievable.
That ‘Kiaros Polariud’ was actually seeking her approval!
He added his words with a smile that somehow seemed pitiful.
“Since you keep rejecting me, I wanted to try something. But so far, the only thing I can offer that might please you is this shell of mine.”
The High Priest froze momentarily, unable even to offer a greeting.
That said, Kiaros also kept his gaze fixed solely on Namia, deliberately ignoring the High Priest.
Namia, for her part, wore a slightly flustered expression and remained silent. Of course, to the High Priest’s eyes, this appeared to be Namia’s strategy.
‘So she’s taking a step back like that. How clever of her to make him anxious in such a manner.’
Just then, a maidservant brought another cup of tea for Kiaros.
The maidservant also caught a glimpse of Kiaros and seemed to grow dizzy, pressing her forehead briefly.
“I apologize… my eyes have exceeded their capacity to bear such beauty…”
“I understand. I felt a bit dizzy earlier too.”
Agreeing with the maidservant, Namia finally seemed to regain her composure and smiled brightly.
The maidservant who had brought the tea then staggered out of the room.
Only after she left did Namia belatedly respond to Kiaros’s words.
“Difference? What are you talking about? Last time when I said I was conducting an experiment, you gave me a tremendous amount of blood. I trust the Crown Prince’s heart now.”
Throughout this exchange, Kiaros continued to smile warmly at Namia.
“Blood, tears, or anything else… just give me an order. I’ll obey immediately.”
“What… how could a heavenly Dragon-kin say such things to me…”
“Don’t think like that. Tell me whatever you want. I’ll grant it unconditionally. I think… this suits my nature. Being your hands and feet.”
The High Priest clicked his tongue inwardly.
‘A Dragon-kin as mere hands and feet? This man is truly mad. The First Emperor must be weeping in heaven.’
At that moment, Kiaros, who had been preening like a peacock with his tail fully fluffed, slowly furrowed his brow.
“Wait, Namia. You have no guards with you. I distinctly told you not to be alone.”
“I was with the High Priest. And I always carry this. The Empress sent it to me along with some clothes last time.”
Namia smiled and withdrew from her bosom a short dagger—honed to a sharp edge with a blade that gleamed ominously.
As the High Priest glanced at the dagger, Namia clapped her hands once.
“Ah, that reminds me! The High Priest has been bestowing sacred power upon me daily. I’m so very, very grateful for it…”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. But the Temple is apparently facing many difficulties.”
Namia smiled sweetly and looked toward the High Priest.
“What do you think about hearing what the High Priest has to say?”
The High Priest inwardly exulted.
The opportunity had arrived. He smiled in a manner that seemed genuinely kind and spoke.
“Before I speak, this old man has one concern. I worry it might appear as a request for favors, and as a man of faith, it troubles me.”
“A request for favors? My goodness, why would you say such a thing? This is a personal request born from goodwill and friendship!”
Namia uttered a homonym for “request for favors” and widened her eyes.
The High Priest sighed deeply and made his request of Namia.
“But I remain troubled… Would it be possible for the Minister of Education to activate a soundproofing scroll? That would put my mind at ease.”
“Ah, that’s nothing.”
Namia smiled sweetly and retrieved a cross bag from within the room.
It was packed densely with scrolls. Namia unhesitatingly withdrew a soundproofing scroll.
“I was planning to use it without you asking. It’s natural when personal requests are being exchanged.”
As Namia activated the soundproofing scroll, the High Priest struggled to conceal his excitement.
The plan was simple.
Kill Kiaros first, then Namia, and desecrate Kiaros’s corpse with Namia’s dagger.
‘Then frame Namia Loapi for it.’
No one would suspect that the seemingly frail and powerless High Priest could kill Kiaros.
But everyone would readily accept that Kiaros might let his guard down around Namia. After all, even the Minister of Education had clicked his tongue, saying, “That woman will surely ruin the Crown Prince.”
At this point… even if people said Namia had joked about “let’s die together” and they actually died together, they would accept it without question.
‘With the soundproofing scroll in place, no noise will escape beyond these walls.’
Everything was proceeding flawlessly.
“In any case, please tell me anything. Speak freely.”
Namia spoke with confidence.
The High Priest deliberately stood and prostrated himself flat on the ground.
“I am grateful for the kindness of the Minister of Education and the Crown Prince.”
Namia laughed in bewilderment.
“Oh my, you needn’t do this. Please, get up.”
The High Priest bowed his head even deeper and did not rise.
Conveniently, there were no attendants, maidservants, or guards present.
When Namia stood and reached down to help the High Priest to his feet—
“Step back. I’ll do it.”
Kiaros stepped forward.
‘Of course. He wouldn’t let his woman be touched by another man.’
As Kiaros approached to help the High Priest up and bent down, the High Priest moved with sudden grace, wrapping his hands around Kiaros’s throat.

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