The Pirate King's Daughter - Chapter 45

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Chapter 45
“Your mission will be to help me after Dilshad’s survival is confirmed.”
Selfish as it sounded, there was nothing to be done about it.
Put plainly, if Dilshad died, surviving here wouldn’t matter anyway—we’d all be finished. The world would end.
“Understood. Since you’ve given us good roles, we’ll help both of you earnestly.”
That’s not why I gave you good roles. These kids were exasperating.
“I’m going to make them kill each other. You’ll need to endure threats of murder. And when one person’s left, you’ll have to help me kill them too.”
I’d deliberately placed a woman in the highest position among them, but there was no way to know how it would play out.
“You think you can do it?”
I was asking a barely-adult ordinary boy if he could kill someone.
‘The fate of the world rests in the hands of garbage like me.’
Lucas really had no eye for people.
“I can. If possible, I want to take my own revenge on whoever did this to Lili.”
The boy’s gentle brown eyes shone fiercely bright.
“First, find the Ring.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
He bowed and left the room.
“Ugh, frustrating.”
Kids perfectly suited to getting scammed on the street. Taking revenge with their own hands—as if.
Why did they keep following me? I’d said I wasn’t helping with the mission.
“I know you’ve set things up to help us survive. You don’t need to feel uncomfortable about it.”
Lili, who’d been sitting quietly, opened her mouth with a gaunt face.
“I feel uncomfortable?”
“I think you’ve done enough already. You even gave medicine to someone you didn’t know.”
……
So it all came to light when she said I applied it secretly.
I didn’t know what to say and was staying quiet when someone knocked on the door.
“……Young Master.”
It was a voice with a half-shaved head—the one assigned as a servant.
“I’ve come to attend to you.”
What absurd nonsense was this one spouting?
‘Three people coming to find me the moment the game starts……’
It seemed the protagonist of this puppet play was the Third Son.
Getting no answer, the half-shaved head knocked again insistently.
“Young Master.”
“Wait.”
I threw my mission paper, along with Ben’s and Lili’s, into the fireplace and burned them.
Then I spoke toward the door.
“Come in.”
The half-shaved servant hesitated as he entered, then stopped short at the sight of Lili.
“You go now.”
“Yes.”
Lili stood and left the room. Either her instincts were good or she deliberately left the door open.
“You came to attend to me?”
“……Yes.”
“That must be your mission.”
“……Please.”
The half-shaved servant spoke with his eyes clenched tight as though ashamed.
“What exactly is your mission?”
He seemed to know refusal wouldn’t help, so he simply handed over the mission paper.
I snatched it and read its contents.
Your mission as a servant is to attend to the Third Young Master, the master of this Mansion.
Whether it’s boot-licking or whatever else, obey the Third Young Master’s every command!
That was certainly strange.
‘The master of the Mansion isn’t the Earl, but his son?’
This didn’t feel like a simple puppet play anymore.
If it were just about playing with people like toys, there’d be no need to construct such complex relationships this way.
“So you’ll really do everything written here?”
“……Yes.”
Got you good. How dare you bore a hole in the female lead’s head?
“Bark.”
“……What?”
I didn’t quite have the nerve to tell him to lick my feet since I valued them too much to let filth touch them.
“Bark. Like a dog.”
The servant’s face turned red and then purple. A vein popped out on his forehead with a twitch.
“Don’t want to?”
“……Woof.”
“What dog barks like that in the whole world?”
He stared at me as though he wanted to tear me to shreds.
But perhaps because I’d learned the laws of this place after failing to escape at dawn, he actually started barking like a dog. “Woof-woof.”
“There are four survivors in this round and one game left. When we reach the Finals, it’ll probably be a two-on-two fight.”
The servant’s face went rigid, as if he knew what I was about to say.
“You’re obeying me very well now, barking like a dog, but if you advance, you and I will be on opposite sides.”
Anxiety and anger flashed across his face.
He seemed to think I’d sabotage his mission completion even though he’d barked for me.
“So you’re doing all the dirty work in this round. The ones advancing will be you, me, my friend, and Lili—the woman who just left. In the next game, you’ll team up with Lili.”
It was about balancing the gender split—preferably with opponents I could beat.
The servant’s lips twisted upward into a grimace.
He was probably thinking: all I need to do is kill Lili and this one in the next game since they’ll be easy targets.
“But I’ll decide the order in which people die.”
“If you’re going to save that girl, you can only kill the Slave and the Earl—those two.”
“The Earl comes last. He gets special treatment as the head of the household. If you’re careless, he might counterattack.”
It was a lie, but he didn’t question it. He seemed to think it made perfect sense given that the servant’s mission was attending to the young master.
Or maybe he was just stupid.
“Then what should I do? How could the Young Master possibly kill both the Butler and the Knight?”
“I can’t. After you kill the Slave, find out what mission the Butler received. It’s easier for you to approach her than me anyway, right?”
The servant had already built rapport with the Butler, and I wasn’t in a position to approach her easily since I could kill her.
Once I learned her mission, I’d sabotage it so the Butler would eliminate the Knight with her own hands. But since the target was male, the servant would help with that.
His face grew confused as he struggled to understand my words all at once.
He really was stupid.
“Go for now.”
“Yes? Where to……?”
“Where do you think—go kill the Slave. I saw him heading to the Basement earlier.”
Perhaps because he’d already killed someone in the Maze, he went unhesitatingly toward the Basement.
Left alone, I closed the door and snatched the Sphere floating beside me.
Each person now had one Sphere assigned to them.
“You like fair play, don’t you.”
The large eyes that took up half the Sphere stared at me precisely.
And the mouth stretched like a demon’s grin revealed sharp teeth.
“If the rules are broken? For instance, if someone of lower Rank kills someone of higher Rank, excluding the Slave—what happens then?”
The servant could betray and kill me. Though for now, he seemed docile because of last night’s incident.
My question made the needle-sharp teeth part.
“That’s impossible.”
“You stop it?”
“Obviously. A puppet daring to violate rules I made? Not a chance.”
Somewhat reassured, I set down the Sphere and left the room.
Since the Third Son’s room was on the Second Floor, I headed down the stairs and spotted the Butler in a black suit with a Monocle over one eye.
She stopped upon noticing me and spoke sharply.
“Don’t come near me.”
“I’m not planning to kill you.”
“Am I supposed to believe that?”
Well, it was a lie. Not kill you right now, that is.
“Really. You need to think about the next game. Wouldn’t a woman be harder to deal with than a man?”
I could practically hear the wheels turning in the Butler’s head.
I took another step down the stairs, continuing my descent.
“In a moment, someone’s going to die. Want to go together?”
It was a request to join hands.
‘To be honest, I’m a little scared.’
Even if Odd did prevent Insubordination, being alone with someone who’d just committed murder in the Basement was nerve-wracking.
“I…… need to think about it.”
But the Butler was testing me.
It made sense—this wasn’t just a simple game. Only dumb oafs like the servant would move immediately.
“You’ll need to decide fast. Once the killing starts, it’ll be chaos.”
I went toward the Basement, leaving her on guard in case I might attack.
Not knowing how far down I needed to go, I passed through creaking wooden stairs until cold stone walls appeared.
The deeper I descended, the colder it became, yet I broke into a cold sweat.
“Phew……”
Trying to calm my racing heart, I’d barely reached the final level when I heard the servant’s voice.
“You want this?”
I hid myself and peered toward the sound.
The servant stood before an open door, spinning a key on his finger.
“Yeah. Unlock it quick. That bitch gave me such a shitty role that I’ve got a lot to do.”
Inside the cell, a man in the Slave role knelt with his arms bound by Shackles, spread wide on either side.

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