Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 133

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Chapter 133 — Heartwarming Family Culture
The current patriarch of the Brithes Family has three children in total.
The eldest son: Nicholas Brithes.
The eldest daughter: Flora Brithes.
The second son: Odillon Brithes.
Of these three, the first and second were born to the main wife, while only Odillon, the youngest, had a different mother.
“That was truly something my sister would do.”
Odillon, receiving a head massage from Rosalia, furrowed his brow.
“The Socialite Kar. One of the Dark Shadow Agents under my sister’s escort, working within the Golden Flower Guild under the Silent Alliance, has brought information connected to you.”
“Her identity was completely concealed, I trust?”
“It was. But the way she went about hiding her identity so thoroughly was unmistakably my sister’s handiwork as a Dark Shadow Agent—which made it rather easy to spot.”
The young master, twirling the Comforter between his index and middle fingers, raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
“My sister was likely planning to use the Silent Alliance, which is believed to be managed by Nicholas, to get a sense of our exploration party’s true strength.”
A roundabout way of grasping the actual caliber of the cute youngest’s fledgling expedition.
Since we weren’t yet advanced enough for direct interference, she’d taken this subtle approach—poking at us gently to see how we’d react.
“Whether you or your members die, whether the outlaws get slaughtered—my sister loses nothing. She gets the benefit without lifting a finger. So very much like her.”
Schemes, stratagems, conspiracies swirling about. Such heartwarming family culture.
Whenever I joined hands with Odillon like this, it always meant getting caught up in the Brithes Family’s various underhanded machinations.
“But now that you mention it, it seems she’s had her eye on our expedition long before you won the Guild War.”
“The reason is probably obvious.”
I tapped my cheek with my index finger.
“Simply put, the performances this adorable half-elf Socialite Kar has been putting on were far too remarkable to ignore, wouldn’t you say?”
……
Whoosh.
The young master drew in the healing vapor from the Comforter deeply, then tapped the armrest of his chair rhythmically.
“I can’t exactly deny it.”
“The part about being adorable?”
“No—the fact that you performed better than expected in the 6th District. But that alone wouldn’t be enough.”
Beside him, Sergius nodded along thoughtfully.
“If she were her usual self, Flora would never have shown even the slightest interest in the Moon Expedition Party, which doesn’t even have a single Gold-Rank Adventurer yet.”
Flora’s expedition consists entirely of exceptionally skilled explorers, even by Pletika’s standards.
At this point in time, our members aren’t even in the same league—not remotely.
Ordinarily, the current Moon Expedition Party wouldn’t have warranted so much as a glance from her.
In other words, Flora’s action of probing us through the Silent Alliance qualifies as “New Content” to her.
“There’s bound to be someone.”
Odillon leaned back against the chair and murmured.
“Someone hovering at my sister’s side, whispering suggestions into her ear.”
“…I do have a suspect in mind.”
“If you say so, it’s probably close to the truth. Who is it?”
I met Odillon’s gaze and answered.
“Baltazar, the Human Thief.”
The 4th District, managed by the Brithes Family, is the starting point for Rogue Class characters.
There was a high probability that Baltazar, the firstborn of the ‘Re’ Family, was operating as one of Flora’s information sources—a Thin Shadow Agent.
“Have you heard that name before, by any chance?”
“…No. He appears to be an agent who arrived after Michelle was expelled from the main house.”
If that’s the case, it would be safe to assume he entered Pletika around the same time I did.
He couldn’t have been with the Brithes Family long, yet he’s already earned the eldest daughter’s trust.
‘Well, I suppose there’s nothing strange about that.’
Even though I haven’t completely won over Odillon’s heart, I’ve certainly become a reliable business partner to him.
So there was nothing odd about someone reaching a position where they could actually advise Flora, the reverse mood-maker of the Brithes Family.
“Young master, Miss Kar. How are you planning to respond?”
To Sergius’s question, we answered almost in unison.
“Multiply the offense and counter-strike in return?”
“Of course we ought to repay them tenfold.”
Our hearts were in sync.
When I raised my thumb in agreement, the reaction that came back was a displeased frown.
“First, we don’t need to worry about Nicholas for a while. He’ll be too busy crafting more cautious plans to approach the Socialite Kar, especially after this defeat by the Hyena Guild.”
The eldest Nicholas’s character flaw.
Excessive perfectionism of a psychopath.
“And Flora will be brooding over some new scheme. She’ll be convinced her plan was brilliant and grand, but that the Silent Alliance’s blunder was what spoiled everything.”
The second flaw of Flora.
A narcissist beyond redemption.
“In that case, wouldn’t it be wise to attack the Silent Alliance while keeping watch on Miss Flora’s movements?”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Our minds seemed unusually aligned today.
I reached out my hand for a high-five, only to receive a look of visible distaste as he recoiled.
“Young Master, which would you prefer—absorption or destruction?”
“That’s an obvious question.”
“Quite so, sir.”
In that brief exchange, our course of action became crystal clear.
An uncharacteristic brightness crossed Odillon’s lips as he smiled.
“The Silent Alliance. We’ll bring every one of these outlaw guilds under our control.”
It was a plan impossible to find fault with.
《The Wise One seems delighted by such clever thinking!》
“My friend Pierre will prove to be a capable collaborator in this regard.”
“Ah, that outlander. What’s he doing now?”
“He returned to the Hyena Guild headquarters without any fuss. He says he’ll devote himself to consolidating control of the guild for the time being.”
The guild master wasn’t fool enough not to suspect whether Pierre bore some responsibility for the operation’s failure.
Dispelling such suspicion and deftly seizing control of the guild would require time.
“Then we’ll need to support that outlaw quietly from the shadows. The Brithes way.”
“That would be ideal, sir.”
“Sergius, have Kar obtain that outlaw’s contact information. Cooperate with him, but remain vigilant.”
“Understood, sir.”
Should Sergius, with his expertise as a Lurker in covert operations, take the lead, things would proceed swiftly.
It wouldn’t take long for Pierre to seize complete control of the Hyena Guild.
“Once the Hyena Guild is under our control, we’ll methodically take over the other guilds one by one.”
“Do you have a strategy in mind, sir?”
“First, I’ll dangle promises of full support to anyone foolish enough to take my hand, then slowly foster division among them.”
Odillon wore the most animated expression I’d seen from him since we first met.
The third’s character flaw.
A sociopath who refuses to understand others’ thoughts and feelings.
They all carry their burdens alike.
It was the fault of the Brithes Family’s current patriarch—a fair man who dispensed emotional abuse equally among his children without discrimination.
“Once the Silent Alliance is entirely mine, I’ll execute everyone except the competent ones. Too many outlaws in one’s service only invites chaos.”
A terrifying scheme befitting the youngest member and sociopath of House Brithes.
I trembled with fear and carefully opened my mouth.
“Rather than execution, might we offer them as sacrifice to the Evil Deity? Living offerings that plummet from hope into the abyss of despair are a delicacy the great ones enjoy.”
“Even better. Understood. I’ll leave all useless outlaws in your hands.”
Brownmane, who had been watching this beautiful display of generosity, averted his gaze with a visible shudder.
“For now, I’ll focus on supporting the outlaw Pierre while gathering intelligence through Thin Shadow Agents. We don’t yet know how Lady Flora will respond…”
The sickly young master, having reached his conversational limit for the day, was beginning to slump like a melting blob of slime.
“…I should head back up. Kar, anything else?”
“We need to purchase materials for the sacrifice ritual using the corpses we’ve obtained.”
“Discuss it with Sergius.”
“May I spend freely on this, sir?”
“Do as you wish.”
Rosalia helped the wobbling young master to his feet and left the basement.
Sergius smiled as he turned to me.
“What might I procure for you, Kar?”
“I’ve written it all down here.”
I handed him a prepared slip of paper, and the elderly butler accepted it with a curt bow.
“Everything will be ready by tonight.”
***
Near the central plaza of the 6th District stood a library.
World Tree’s Leaf.
Despite its name, the building’s exterior was rather shabby, yet thanks to its own charm and atmosphere, it attracted a fair number of visitors.
“Yaaawn.”
Kiji, the librarian, gave a long yawn as she entered the library.
She had slept at home until evening before finally coming in, and showed no sign of hurrying.
Since she owned the place and was her sole employee, Kiji was utterly invincible in her laziness.
‘I really ought to stock some new books soon….’
Kiji should have been working, but her eyelids kept drooping shut.
Maybe tomorrow?
She was nodding off at the reception counter, putting off her duties, when it happened.
Tap.
A faint sound emanated from somewhere in the library.
An ordinary person would never have heard it—just the smallest whisper of noise.
“…….”
Kiji rose quietly and moved without hesitation toward the source.
She’d placed an Anti-Theft Enchantment on the books that would shatter a thief’s mind if they weren’t returned within a month, so she wasn’t terribly worried about theft.
But retrieving them later would be such a bother…!
‘It’s this way.’
Between the shelves.
In a dim corner deep within the library.
Kiji moved slowly, hefting a thick book, and soon came face to face with her uninvited visitor.
A short, deflated laugh escaped her.
“A cat, huh….”
The unwelcome intruder who had breached the library was just a small cat.
Oddly, its fur was a dull greenish hue.
“…wait?”
As Kiji observed the cat huddled near the bookshelf, her eyes narrowed.
Looking closer, it wasn’t a cat at all….
“…a lion cub?”
***
A night when the weather had turned quite cold.
I had descended into the basement of our house.
“Socialite, here are the items the butler prepared for you!”
Rachel, the housemaid and Thin Shadow Agent, gave a respectful bow and extended a pouch made of fine cloth.
A superior Dimensional Storage Tool.
I emptied its contents onto the floor.
“Please arrange these near that altar first.”
“Yes, right away!”
Rachel immediately set about fixing neat, square stones to the walls on either side of the basement altar.
She then positioned premium candles at appropriate intervals.
“Socialite, I’ll head back up now!”
“Just a moment.”
I stopped Rachel as she turned to leave and pointed to the Idol resting on the floor.
A stone statue depicting a majestic raven.
I’d discarded the worn stone statue that served as a Socialite’s basic item and purchased new ones specially—preparing two in total.
“Would you take one of these?”
A formal recruitment of Faith in the Twisted Truth.
“……!”
Rachel’s eyes widened as she quickly claimed the raven Idol.
“I shall cherish it dearly! Glory to the Twisted Truth!”
《Finally, another believer! The Wise One smiles with satisfaction!》
Truth be told, it seemed more about currying my favor than genuine belief….
Still, Reedni would be pleased, Rachel would feel honored by my confidence, and everyone benefited.
“Reedni, this is merely the beginning. As I progress further, there will come a day when you won’t have time to keep watch over me, so numerous will my followers be.”
I offered a respectful and perfectly calculated compliment to the Wise One, then turned my attention to the Sacrifice Ritual assistant.
“Abel, are you ready?”
“Of course.”
Abel, holding the Sacrifice Recipe Notebook, answered solemnly.
There was a hint of nervousness in his expression.
This would be the grandest Sacrifice Ritual yet, so it was only natural he couldn’t relax.
“Spirits of the Dead, please come forward.”
Three Spirits of the Dead responded to my voice and shuffled toward the altar.
Three sacrifices today in total.
It would be a ceremony for the three of them—excluding Okail, who had only recently received an ultra-rare Eclipse Wyvern offering.
Crackle-crackle-crack!
Writhe!
Suejae and Leria protested, asking why Reedni kept receiving sacrifices again.
“Please, compose yourselves.”
The evil deities had no intention whatsoever of harboring affection or love for one another, which meant their constant jealousy unfolded as naturally as breathing.
The greatest pitfall of a Socialite bearing the Fanatic trait.
In moments like these, I needed to calm them all with measured words.
“If you persist, I shall live out my remaining days as a Half-Elf of utmost propriety. Furthermore, no one will be burned, and none will be resurrected as Spirits of the Dead.”
The moment I declared this with finality, both evil deities grew quiet as though they had never raised a fuss at all.
《Such foul and murky beings, so full of complaints! :D》
“Now, we shall begin, so please all remain silent for a moment.”
It was time to commence the Triple Sacrifice Ritual.

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