Chapter 375 – Motivation

“What? A strange guy is installing it?”

A gorgeously decorated restaurant.
The long table, arranged as if it split the middle of the room, was set with a sumptuous amount of food that was too large for one person to eat.
The man ate the chicken and raised one eyebrow.

“Yes. I’m doing volunteer work with my secretary…”

A man on the horse of a knight dressed in a typical fairy tale. Even so, the real mother clicked her tongue.

“That girl has a smooth face, so sometimes dung flies get entangled…”

The rough tone and arrogant face were so different that I wondered if he was the one who rubbed his hands in front of Dre.
The knight nervously hoped that the piglet would not have a seizure today.

‘Even if it wasn’t so, I punished him a little because his eyes were rebellious these days…’

Punishment. It was basically a medium.
But these days, beatings are almost ineffective, so it slightly interfered with her only hobby, volunteer work.

However, since she went out to volunteer work without saying anything, I was thinking of calling her out and scolding her.
Then, the dung flies were attached to it.
Greedo’s face contorted and the knight gulped.

However, he soon remembered a good ‘deal’ coming up recently and felt better.
He roughly tore off the chicken he had been eating and tossed it away at random.

Half of the flesh, but the remaining bones hit the girl who was sitting there.
She looked up with her empty eyes and found her bones, she gulped and swallowed her breath, then quickly picked up the bones and ripped open the meat.

“Ku-k-k-k-k-k-k-k..”

Greedo, who looked at it happily, gave a calm voice.

“There won’t be any problems with dealing with him, right?”
“Yes. It’s going well. But…”
“Just what?”
“That, that’s… It’s different from the scale until now, so I’m thinking that the secretary’s dung fly might notice it.”
“Take it away.”

The short answer mixed with annoyance caused the knight to stand up in a spirited manner.

“All right…!”
“And eight days. Did my daughter approach that kid well?”

The knight could only say that he would look into Count Silmoney, who gave a particularly strong accent to the boy.

“Tsk. They told me to trust myself, so I have to step in after all. Anyway, I can’t help it without this father.”

Seeing Greedo smirking as if he didn’t hate it, the knight asked cautiously.

“Well… There are rumors that the sword of mad flames hates high-ranking people. It’ll be fine…”

Crackle!

A knight staggering after being hit by a glass on the head.

“What? You bastard. What did you think of the nuance right now?”
“Oh, no. I’m sorry…!”

Rumor has it that he hates corrupt and corrupt people, so he refrained from trying to say, “Be kind to yourself, you fucking pig,” But the article was unfair.

“Huh. That kid. It’s because he doesn’t know the joys of the world yet. Since he doesn’t know, he’s showing hostility to those who reign above him for no reason, showing off as a kid.”

Real money was confident.
If you taste his business, skill, and hospitality, which even aristocrats who have tasted all kinds of flavors cannot escape from, there is no way that kid can escape. I believed so.

In his mind, he thought that the eight-year-old woman who stood up against Heurut and Nova was just an illusion.

“Did Secretary Millia’s volunteer activities last until today?”
“Yes. Shall we take care of the dung flies?”
“Yeah. It’s okay if things go wrong for no reason. There will be setbacks in business. Oh yeah. What happened to the savage who was wondering if it was this custom or this?”
“I’ll be back in Sers soon.”
“Keuk … I guess I can put the shackles on.”

A real mother who smiles happily.
Then someone came into the room panting.

“Count-!”

Clink!

The butler whose real money throws the tray at once, swallows his breath, and hits the tray intact.
Seeing him in pain because it was a specially made and heavy tray made Real Money get angry.

“You bugger. How dare you disturb my precious meal?”
“I’m sorry! The agenda is the agenda!”

Certainly, this butler hired for a ‘special interview’ doesn’t make a fuss about trivial matters.
Smell Money Burr, smelling the money, stroked his chin and said.

“What’s the matter?”
“Yes. Not long ago, didn’t the lecture of the instructor of the sword of mad flame spread around the world?”
“What is that?”

It’s difficult if you don’t.
Because I have to use him to make money and connections that I can’t find.

“Among them… A super big man got caught…!”
“Super giant…?”
“Do you know who that is…?”
“I don’t know, bastard!! Say it quickly!”

The butler, who made it difficult for no reason, took another tray and said in an unfair voice.

At the sight of that name, Grido forgot all his anger and stiffened and trembled.

“U-Is that true? U-Is he really…?”
“Yes. That’s right. The reason why they contacted us rather than a teenage family seems to be that the advertisement with the nuance of being affiliated with the eight days we sent to our VIP customers worked.”
“Yes, yes. I see…! I have to leave right now!”

You must seize this opportunity.
If we solve this, we may finally be able to overcome that Heart family…!

“Get ready to go see the instructor for eight days now.”
“All right!”

All sorts of ideas popped into Silver Money’s head about how to placate Dre.
Then, he remembered that he had shown interest in his secretary… His actual attendant, Milia.

‘Heh, I haven’t taken her virgin for personal reasons, but maybe that will help.’

Greedo grins at his insight and prepares presents.
Is it because of greed and excitement?
He used to be an incredibly good measure of risk, but now his head is a bit sluggish.

Dre showed interest in Milia.
And the dung fly that was attached to Milia.
I couldn’t even imagine that the two might be the same thing.

Sigh…

Skin like white jade.
Even if you don’t take care of it, there are ugly scars engraved on the skin that has almost no blemishes.

Caressing the scars engraved only in places that are exquisitely covered by clothes, Milia thinks of the past.

A mother who committed suicide after experiencing terrible things.
Grandfather who died in a vase.
While trying to confront… The father who eventually became Milia’s trauma.
Younger brother.
A contract of humiliation and horror that Millia, who was only the two of them, could choose.

And, those perverted acts of voyeurism that were shameful as a woman.
A son of a bitch looking at you as if he could pick your flowers anytime.

And the harsh reality that that son of a bitch is living well in the world with a loud voice, and that there are dozens and hundreds of people who protect such a bastard.

He was the only one he was close to in this mansion, and he remembered the servant who had been sold into slavery a while ago.

Did you hear that, secretary?
There is a person called the sword of madness.
He said he could never tolerate injustice!
Maybe we too…

Sounds funny.
After all, it was just an image.
At first, I expected it, but I knew very well from his appearance so far and his actions yesterday that he was also a grown-up who moved according to his personal desires.

The only thing I’m worried about is that he was insulted by commoners, and he’s a very talented person.
Son of a bitch, to the extent that even real money parents can’t stand it.
If he says anything to the Count… Terrible things will happen.

‘No, no.’

In that case, it’s just right, or it will end with the intensity of the pervert act that doesn’t feel much anymore.
The reason why his heart is so heavy right now is because he is ashamed that he has noticed her shady combination that even her younger brother didn’t notice.

“He’s an incomprehensible person.”

Even a real money father is a person in a snowdrift position.
If he wants to accumulate money and status by proving his great ability a while ago, he is the one for whom now is the best time.
I don’t know who that person is, but to confirm that Milia is a person with a completely different personality from the person he only knows, visiting a remote place unknown to Nara and volunteering.

In addition, they seemed strangely accustomed to serving food.
Maybe he too was poor in the past.

‘What does it matter?’

The shabbiness of the past is a shame.
If you get tired of the taste of power, your shabby appearance will change as if it never happened.

“…Ha.”

Annoying.
Why have I been thinking of him since yesterday?
Just a few days ago, I had no acquaintances.

You have to persevere.
After today’s volunteer work, there will be no events for a while.

Yesterday’s rations were reduced, and Dre’s violence had to restore his damaged image.
Milia got her heart together and stepped out of the strangely busy mansion to do her service.

But fortunately, Greedo is quite strict about contracts.
Of course, only for contracts that would be more shackles for him to remain in his favor.

Millia works by his side and will do as much as he can for his pervert sexual desire.
First of all, they don’t even give you a salary.
If you need clothes or trinkets, he just tells you to tell him.

That way you’ll be more attached to yourself.

Millia shook her head.
When she thinks of her son of a bitch, she is gloomy.

So Milia arrived at her place of service.
Today, I had to go to another area, but to make up for yesterday’s work, I miniaturized a food truck full of private money and arrived at the gutter through the wide road dedicated to the ‘polished road’ Count Silmoney.

This is a road that only the Earl of Silmoney River and those related to him can come and go, so those who have been to this place do not get into trouble with the people in the gutter.

And when she went to the place where the food was served yesterday, she couldn’t help but doubt her eyes.

“It’s late.”

There were eight people sitting on an oak barrel.
Beside him, the archers stood in a circle, encircling him, in an engrossed resting posture.

“…Are you here for revenge?”
“Revenge? Are you going to do that?”

Talking like it’s nothing.
The bullies saw Dre and were terrified.
Seeing that, the townsfolk look at Dre with horror, who usually frightens predators.

“Hurry up and make some tea.”
“…Ha.”

Gave up now
Deploy magic tools as instructed. A rice truck came out.

“The amount is generous. Did you fill it up with sabi?”
“…”

It was correct, but there was no loyalty to answer.
I just had a question.

“Why are you here?”
“To do good.”
“…I have no intention of answering.”
“It’s true. I don’t know why people don’t believe it.”

While grumbling, Dre suddenly pointed with his finger somewhere.

“There! Come here.”

A man who trembles even more among those who flinch.
I thought it might not be him, and I stayed still, but Dre called out once more.

“Come out!! Am I going?”
“I-I’m going…”

It was the same man who was beaten by Dre yesterday during a rampage.
He gave him a bowl of rice and patted him on the shoulder.

“Forget about yesterday. Okay?”
“Uh uh… Huh?”
“It means ‘Okay?’ And when I call later, come out one more time, okay?”
“Yes. Yes!”

Millia looked at Dre incredulously.

“If you spread it already, what will you do with the remaining amount?”
“You did that yesterday? Bring me something.”
“…I did.”

Dre tapped the air.
Then the portal opened slightly, and all sorts of items came pouring out.

He had daily necessities such as tissues and cosmetics, but also items that could be eaten for a long time, such as canned food.
The eyes of the people in the slums changed dramatically.

“Please stand in line. I will not give you a nobleman who does not stand in line and cuts in line.”

People who would normally have made a fuss asking for it quickly startled and lined up.

“Look Milia. Appropriate fears make each other feel good. From this, you can see that it was you who did the wrong thing yesterday.”
“…”
“What are you looking at? You’re scooping rice. I’m going to share this.”

Then Dre stood in front of the pile of items, called out one by one, stared briefly, and then he gave each one a different item.

I don’t know what standard it was, but all the recipients seemed satisfied.
Then, a child approached him.

It’s scruffy, but it’s more shapely than the other children’s eyes.
And kids who don’t live in this neighborhood.

“…”

After watching for a bit, the child who received the canned food forced a smile and said thank you! He said and hugged Dre.
It’s a shame because it’s a laggy adventurer’s outfit. If it was a noble’s outfit, no. If it were an ordinary aristocrat of Sers, it would be a dangerous act that would have nothing to say even if he died right away with the act of sticking.

The child was well aware of that, and she was shaking, but Dre just responded with a pat or two on the head and pulled her child away.

The child slowly backed away and ran away at the moment when he wanted to widen the distance.
After scooping her rice, Milia tried to walk over to Dre.
The man who was just about to receive the food made a voice.

“Ahhh. Give me some food and go.”
“It will come.”

A man who becomes dumb because he points to Dre.
Milia was a woman who knew how to use what she could use.
Millia, who had come close to him, cautiously opened her mouth.

“Dre”
“Why.”
“That kid…”

What should I say about this
Watching Milia hesitate, Dre blinked at her.

“Pickpocket?”
“Uh?”

Did you know?
…But. He is known for being that strong.
No matter how miraculous his thief skills are, he is only a child and there is no way he could not have noticed.

“He took the money bag.”
“Hasn’t there been a lot?”
“Um… About 100 gold?”
“…!”

100 million in Dre’s world. It was too much money.

“Now, wait…”
“It’s okay. Leave it alone.”
“…”

What is this Milia was speechless in her words.
Whether you are an adventurer, aristocrat or commoner, money is precious.
100 gold is not a small expense even for a noble, and if he came to do volunteer work and the target stole it, his anger would be even greater.

Then why does it look fine?

I don’t think it’s to look good to yourself… Dre had no rational feelings for her, Milia felt.
It’s… She’s got some complicated feelings.
Denying those feelings, Milia continued her guesses.

Then, is it detached from matter? For that matter, didn’t he try to establish a business relationship with a person like Real Money?

So what?

“You are so merciful.”

Dre laughs at Milia, who is unknowingly sarcastic.

“Excessive stuff ruins a person.”
“Yes?”
“The kid will open his pockets, and his behavior will become strange for an amount larger than he thought, and people here will notice that sign like a ghost. ?”

Dre laughed, saying that it would take care of itself even if I didn’t intervene.

“…Are you a devil? Are you saying that 100 gold is not a waste for such a game?”
“Eh. I didn’t even seduce you, did I stay still?”
“In that case, pay attention…”
“What changes if you give me attention? If it’s a harmonious family, I don’t know, but in a situation like this, they’ll laugh at me for talking like an old man. If I didn’t like that, did I have to hit the kid in the head?”
“…”
“Well, if you’re lucky, you’ll get your emotions under control and use it well. Leave it alone.”

That sounds like a lot of money.
Millia decided to think so.

After that, Dre did nothing but volunteer work.
To the point where Milia, who thought she would come to say something, was embarrassed.
Then, for no reason, she began to observe his behavior, and there were a few things she learned.

‘This guy, he seems strangely knowledgeable about poverty. Human psychology.’

And to be honest, I’m not a bad person.
Up until now, there was a cruel corner to his actions, but he never started a fight.
I always just responded.

So, I tried to believe it once… But I gave up.
Instead, I decided to give advice.

“Dre”
“Huh?”
“I won’t be coming here after today, so don’t let Dre come either.”
“Why.?
“Because…”

That moment.
Men came pouring in.
The people in the slums get scared and scatter here and there, and bullies in their 30s are quickly approaching this place.

“You…?”

Milia was puzzled.
They also know who Millia is. I already know what I’m doing, but now I’m going to have a fight?
But no.
They probably came to rule out Dre.

“…Dre-sama. Get out.”

I don’t know how strong the sword of mad flame is, but they are only the elite among the organizations that wield this darkness.

It means that you have tolerable knightly skills.
But it was too late.

The already large man was squeamishly closing the distance to Dre.

“Yea. Nari. You must have a lot of money~?”
“…”
“Give us some too…”
“One.”
“Yes?”
“Two.”
“…?”

What.
The big man looked behind her and looked at her as if demanding an answer.
However, one of them had a particularly pale face.

“Hey, hey. That’s…”
“What are you so afraid of, Max?”

The man called Max was the man Dre secretly called the bullshit leader.
He looked at Dre, and sweat broke out, and he couldn’t help but shake his head as he tugged at his comrades.

“I think he’s probably a nobleman, but what can I do? If I remove his organs, trim the usable parts, and melt them down, how will the superiors know if he died here?”

Those who deliberately create an atmosphere of fear.
No, the atmosphere is definitely different from usual.
Although he’s usually violent, he doesn’t spew life, but now he seems to be full of thoughts of killing.

“Wait. You guys…”
“Ah. I’m missing the lady. This is also a client request. I was going to send it if possible, but the money my kid stole is too big. It’s suspicious.”

But Millia shook her head, opening her mouth.

“? It can’t be.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Yeah…”
“Oh, that’s it! Brother. Come and see.”

The big man reached out to her.
And.

Pushout.

“…Kwaaaaa”

Dang. Tuk tok tok.

I wonder if her wrists have been cut off, but her right arm is cut off.

“Heo-euk!!

With her sword in her mouth, the big man couldn’t help but scream in pain.

“Looks like you’ve come to kill me.”

Without tension at all, with an tone that seemed to be just like that. Said Dre.

“Then you have nothing to say even if you die, right?”
“…”
“…”

Still, even though they are crazy people, they are often at the crossroads of life and death.
Know instinctively

As an underdog, a beast of prey.
Feel

And the man in front of me is not a beast.
It was a monster that humans couldn’t deal with.

“Stop it, you guys!!”

Someone walked out on the other side and Max’s face lit up.
The black short-haired man, muscular and of average height, had a strong impression.

“Uh, what is it? Someone called it.”
“Ac. Max. Is that you?”
“…”
“Fuck you guys, pretend to be conscientious, fuck you.”

I wanted to live, but instinctively I did not want to look weak, and my tone became harsh.
The thugs looked at the man with expectant eyes.
And the man saw Dre.

“Hey. I’m sorry for arguing first, but would you like to go with me for a while?”
“Are we going together?”
“I’ll just do a background check and send it to you. Trust me. Going with us will benefit you…”

Don’t talk, a hardened man.
He pursed his lips and suddenly fell to one knee.

“…Something must have been misunderstood.”

He was a recognized talent in this slum.
He didn’t even know he was the strongest in terms of skill alone.
There was a buzz around him at his low profile.

“Misunderstanding?”
“Our client told the secretary to deal with the dung fly, and the dung fly. I guess he didn’t know who you were.”
“Who am I?”

The man took a deep breath and shouted as if he wanted everyone to hear.

“The sword of madness. It’s Yeodere.”

Silence prevailed.
Shortly thereafter, from the crowd of hoodlums, chaeng-ge-rang-tang-rang. The sound or rumble of dropping his weapon.
The thugs were clearly agitated.

“…I’m sorry if I offended you. Please, have mercy…”
“You judged well.”
“Yes?”
“You guys would have suffered terrible things if you had attacked as it is.”

It was the moment the words were over.

Papapat. Pod.

From beyond the darkness, a light rises that seems to illuminate this slum.
In the midst of watching everyone lost for words.
People looking down from the roof of the house
The eyes that arrogantly looked down at the thugs with a cold face, wearing a white robe, had a coldness that did not match the robe.

“Crazy flame! As you commanded, I came to investigate the sick in this slum!”

And the woman descending from the pillar of light as if she were a saint is as beautiful as an angel.
She is dressed in a more splendid robe than any other clergyman…

“Rafnir…Cardinal…!!”

The boss opened his mouth wide at the appearance of a cardinal with all sorts of legends called Raffnir of Fanaticism.
Even stronger holy power emanated from the bodies of the followers.

“”In the name of fanaticism!!””
“”Under the love of fanaticism!!””
“”Let there be salvation of light!!”

Loud voices, light, and holy power overflow the slums.
While everyone sat down in exhaustion, Dreman frowned.

“Ambassador fucking embarrassing…”

Then, seeing Milia’s shocked expression, she smiled broadly and spoke triumphantly.

“As you said, I brought something!”

Milia had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.