The Unfilial Heir Who Tries to Kill Me Tempts Me - Chapter 51

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Episode 51

Witnessing the Slave Auction House’s true nature with my own eyes made it clear: these people were the fungus festering in this society. Every last one of them needed to be eradicated.
“Come here.”
I gently pulled the child’s arm and cast Healing Magic.
Blue light rippled from my fingertips, then spread brilliantly to envelop the child’s body. When the glow faded, every wound and bruise that had covered the child’s skin had vanished without trace.
The child stared up at me with bewildered eyes.
“W-what is this?”
“Healing Magic.”
“Healing Magic? I thought you bought me to use as a slave?”
The fact that such a young child could speak of being “purchased” cut through me like a blade.
Yes, we needed to eradicate all of them.
I wrapped my arms firmly around the child’s shoulders and spoke.
“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. There were too many eyes watching inside—I had no choice. We came here to save you.”
“…Save me?”
“Yes. Your brother’s name is Jack, right?”
“You know my brother?”
Just then, Kaius—who had disappeared moments before—emerged with Jack in tow. Jack had been shuffling forward uncertainly, but when he spotted the child standing with me, his eyes went wide.
“…Lili?”
“B-brother?”
Jack rushed forward and swept his sister into his arms. Lili blinked in surprise, then crumpled her face—and a raw, anguished cry poured into the alley.
“Waaaah, brother!”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I took so long.”
God.
I’m weak to this kind of scene.
“Thank you so much! I can’t thank you enough!”
“It’s good you found your sister, Jack.”
“It’s all thanks to you both…”
I patted both children on the back for a while, and once their crying had subsided, I asked,
“Jack, is everything prepared?”
“Yes! I did everything exactly as you said.”
Impressive kid.
Not only does he have a sharp memory—he’s got quick wits to match.
I turned to look at Kaius.
“You heard that? I’ll be going now.”
Kaius suddenly grabbed my arm.
“Why?”
“Are you sure about this? Wouldn’t it be better if I went instead?”
“You don’t trust me?”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you.”
Kaius started to say something, then closed his mouth.
What is it? Getting cold feet about entrusting me now?
I pulled my arm free from his grip and spoke.
“Please, don’t worry. You’ll escort these children to safety as we discussed, then head to the Emergency Exit and wait there. Jack, you said there’s only one Emergency Exit connecting directly outside the Auction House, besides the Main Entrance, right?”
“Yes, I saw merchants coming and going that way during the auctions.”
“Good, that works perfectly. Once the operation starts, both the merchants and the clients will have no choice but to use that route. I already locked the Main Entrance on my way out before.”
I smiled thinly.
When I pretended to leave the auction floor earlier, I lowered the bolt on the Main Entrance. Right now there’s no security personnel guarding it, so they won’t be able to open it from inside.
“In any case, I’ll handle the Prison. Besides, you’re far better at apprehending people than I am—I’ve only been caught before. I’ve never actually captured anyone myself.”
At my confident assertion, Kaius’s expression shifted subtly. He stared at me intently, then nodded with obvious reluctance.
“…All right, we’ll do it that way.”
“Good.”
Getting the people out of the Prison could be done quietly, but searching for the Black Magical Crystal would require using Dark Magic—which meant I’d inevitably encounter the Raven Sect.
Even if Kaius had made defeating Dark Mages his daily routine, he couldn’t handle all of them alone.
The Raven Sect was in a different league entirely from ordinary Dark Mages. They were dreamers of continental domination, led by their Final Boss. They wouldn’t be easy.
So in every way, it made more sense for me to enter the Prison.
I knew far more about those creatures than Kaius ever could—a hundred times over.
And if things went wrong, I could always escape by magic.
“Then I’m counting on you.”
“Charlotte Schmidt.”
“What is it now?”
Kaius fell silent for a moment before speaking.
“Be careful.”
“You worry about everything, don’t you?”
She patted his shoulder twice, then turned toward the back of the Slave Auction House.
The Slave Auction House had been converted from a three-story theater. It was a sprawling building; circling around it took more than ten minutes.
“It should be somewhere around here.”
At last she reached the location Jack had marked on the map and looked around.
Beside the side entrance lay a small pouch containing a torch soaked in oil, flint, and Luminous Stones.
“Found it.”
Jack had done well.
She quickly tied the pouch to her waist, struck the flint against the torch, and lit it.
When she opened the side door, a dark corridor stretched before her.
Inside was a maze. Several branching passages twisted together in a labyrinth that stretched on and on.
I recalled the map Jack had drawn and moved calmly through the corridor.
Before long, I reached the area behind the Stage. The auctioneer’s resonant voice still echoed from beyond the curtain—the auction was still in full swing.
Wretched fool.
Choke on it.
I drenched the curtain with oil.
The fire wouldn’t spread down to the lower levels anyway—the Raven Sect had Barrier Magic in place—but it would be enough to terrify them.
Once I confirmed the curtain was soaked through, I tossed the torch through the fabric.
Whoosh!
The fire caught instantly.

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“F-fire! There’s a fire!”
A scream from the middle of the Audience Seating drew all eyes to one spot. Crimson flames rose up above the Stage curtain.
The auctioneer turned and his face went white.
“Ahhh! Fire!”
“What do we do? Somebody put it out!”
“E-everyone, please calm down!”
The panicked auctioneer stripped off his jacket and tried to smother the flames. But the fire didn’t diminish—instead, it spread rapidly.
Starting from the left side of the Stage, the fire climbed the curtain and leaped down to the Stage floor.
“I-I’m getting out of here!”
“I’m going first, move!”
Terrified people surged toward the far side of the Stage where the exits were.
“Wait, everyone, hold on, plea—!”
The auctioneer, realizing the situation was hopeless, hurled his jacket away and leaped down from the Stage.
The Audience Seating had already become chaos.
People tangled together, each desperate to escape first, screaming and fighting for position.
“I’m leaving! Give me my money back!”
“You wretched woman! We’re all about to burn—who cares about money? Get out of the way!”
“P-please, maintain order!”
“Order? You just want to save your own skin, don’t you? You disgusting slave merchants!”
They grabbed each other, shoved, dragged.
A woman in an absurd, ruffled skirt lost her footing and tumbled down, but no one caught her. They only trampled over the fallen in their rush to escape.
“W-wait. The door is locked!”
“What? Why is it locked?”
“It won’t open! It won’t open!”
“Someone’s barred it from outside!”
At the news that the exit was sealed, terror washed over their faces once more.
A man at the front, pounding on the door, seized a slave merchant by the collar.
“You bastard—did you lock it yourselves? Open this door right now!”
“I-I had nothing to do with this! Why won’t it open? Is anyone out there?!”
Meanwhile, the fire engulfing the Stage began creeping further inside. A middle-aged man glanced back anxiously and bellowed.
“What are you doing? Use the slaves to put out the fire, you incompetent fools!”
“Then you bring the slaves!”
“What did you say?”
“We’re all about to die—who’s taking orders from whom?”
“You bastard, do you know who I am…!”
They were about to come to blows.
Someone shouted from the opposite side.
“There’s an emergency exit over there!”
Behind a curtain in the corner of the Slave Auction House, the auctioneer was trying to slip away through a hidden door.
“You filthy merchants, scheming to escape while the rest of us burn?!”
“Hurry! Move!”
“I’m going first—everyone get out of my way!”
The crowd clinging to the exit surged toward the emergency passage.
A woman stumbling over her long skirt, an old man knocked down by a chair, a man staggering as someone thrust out their arm—
It was absolute chaos.
Dozens of feet trampled over the fallen bodies. Rather than help the unconscious to their feet, the crowd shrieked and pushed forward over them.
“Out of the way!”
The man at the front wrenched the door open as though to tear it from its hinges and cut across the emergency corridor.
Just as he reached the outer door and reached for the handle—
Bang!
Before his hand could touch the knob, the door swung open from outside.
“What—what is this…!”
Through the haze of dust, a dark silhouette emerged, backlit by moonlight.
It was a man in a pristine white shirt, nothing over it. His glossy black hair caught the moon’s glow, falling disheveled across his shoulders.
Pale amber eyes, feral and sharp, fixed on his quarry with dangerous intent.
Shing.
A blade sang as it leveled at the man’s throat.
“My, you’ve had quite the ordeal.”
A lazy smile curved the stranger’s lips.
“But I’m afraid your escape ends here.”

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