005 – The Magic Kingdom’s Greatest Swordsman
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[You said you could yass everyone except your own kid!!!]
Alright, I concede that yassing a kid is incest.
I get my satisfaction from secretly peeping while she changes, as a substitute.
How am I supposed to yass Lillian?
Is the affection meter bugged, why isn’t it unlocking?
Haa…
[Comments]
– Huh? I thought her affection system unlocked when she turned 20?
ㄴ (Poster): Ah, really? Maybe it’s because she’s only 17.
ㄴ ?
ㄴ ????
– Please just hold your breath for 30 minutes.
– (Poster): Heh, just you wait, Lillian, 3 years.
ㄴ You know, even if you wait 3 years, you still can’t yass.
ㄴ (Poster): Who says?
ㄴ Her dad says.
ㄴ (Poster): What’s Lillian’s dad gonna do to stop me? I’ll overcome him easily with the power of love lol
– Pretty sure a post will pop up a month later saying he got murdered by Lillian’s dad.
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[You fuing incestuous b*stard]
Layton, you incestuous b*stard.
Killed me because he said he’s the only one who can yass his daughter;
(Photo)
Woah… look at this crazy son of a b*tch… he’s erasing the crime scene…
I wouldn’t have messed with her if I knew Layton was Lillian’s dad;
So unfair, how was I supposed to know if you’re Lillian’s dad or some unemployed bum down the street;
If I knew Lillian’s dad was the ‘Magic Kingdom’s Greatest Swordsman’, I would’ve just kept watching from afar…
[Comments]
– ‘The only one who gets to bang his daughter is him’ – somewhat paraphrased.
– LOL Leighton is seriously something else LOL
ㄴ The ultimate daughter-fool. Even more daughter-foolish than the player LOL
– Leighton is Lilian’s dad? How did I not know that?
ㄴ Leighton likes to play it cool, doesn’t let anyone in his family know about his lineage.
ㄴ (Author): This incestuous, middle-school-syndrome, spoiled brat.
ㄴ Things just keep getting added on huh? haha
– (Author): Why isn’t this game selling resurrection stones? If things continue like this… my daughter will be an orphan..
ㄴ The game company knows. They know that if a guy like you revived, you’d do anything to kill Leighton and devour Lilian at a young age.
ㄴ (Author): …Accurate?
ㄴ LOL Just move onto the next playthrough LOL Don’t even dream about Lilian LOL
ㄴ (Author): Just you wait, Leighton. I’m starting by killing you.
ㄴ Expect a newly updated post bashing Leighton in about an hour, everyone, bookmark this ~.
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Though the movements of monsters have become scarce lately, and the number of battles has decreased…
Leighton Isolde was a fencing instructor at the academy.
A veteran warrior who had fought monsters on the battlefield for a long time.
“Try to fluster me.”
“Uwaaah!”
“Such a predictable attack.”
Leighton Isolde, who always maintained his composure even when a monster attacked him from directly behind.
“Try to fluster me.”
“Y-You.. you son of a b*tch..!”
“Such vulgar language. Wielding your weapon would have been far more effective.”
He had always presented the condition of flustering him when assessing a candidate’s qualifications for admission.
“Try to fluster me.”
“…”
“I don’t accept some sort of mysterious concept.”
“Ah. Just one more chance…”
For Leighton, who had always survived and triumphed in perilous situations on countless battlefields.
This condition of ‘flustering him’ was quite a good one.
Even without extraordinary magic, if there was a way to fluster him.
It meant the person possessed a hidden ‘ace in the hole’ that would work even in the academy, so he always conducted this kind of test…
“You have a daughter, don’t you?”
“…Yes?”
“She’s still very young.”
“…Huh?”
To Leighton, the man before him was…
Not ‘flustering’ him… pure bewilderment itself.
“Let’s see, then…”
*Gulp.*
Without even realizing it, Layton swallowed hard and began to stare intently at the man.
“I envy you, Master Layton.”
“…Wh-what… is it…?”
“Your daughter is a prodigy, is she not?”
“…!”
The moment he heard those final words…
*Shwing! Thwack!*
Layton, in a flash, drew the sword from the scabbard at his hip, planted a foot on the desk…
…and aimed the blade at the man’s throat with a speed his opponent couldn’t possibly have followed.
A smirk…
The man, regarding him with relaxed amusement, slowly raised both hands, conveying his intent to cause no harm.
And with that…
“You’re taken aback, aren’t you?”
“…What?”
“May I, perhaps, be permitted to take the entrance examination?”
I realized that I was… in a state of utter bewilderment more intense than any I’d ever experienced in my life.
*
‘What… since when has a sword been at my throat…?’
I couldn’t say exactly when it had happened, but…
…from some point onward, Layton had been holding a sword against my neck.
‘What the…?! What did I… Ah, I threatened him with his daughter…!’
And so… as the saying goes, one can’t spit on a smiling face.
With a bright smile meant to avoid provoking him, I slowly raised both hands, expressing my desire to live. After that, I decided to secure what I needed.
“You’re taken aback, aren’t you?”
“…What?”
“May I, perhaps, be permitted to take the entrance examination?”
Behind the confident words I spoke…
‘Just let me go…!’
…was the implicit plea to agree with my statement and release me from this place.
After all… who in this world would willingly choose to die?
I remained completely still, feeling that the slightest wrong movement would result in a hole being cut in my throat…
“…”
The interviewer, without saying a word, slowly returned his sword to its scabbard.
And then, quietly, he sat back down in his chair.
‘I have to get out of here.’
For real… I’m going to run away without looking back!
That at least, I was more skilled at than anyone else. I was just about to grab the door of the interview room and escape when…
“Have a seat.”
“Yes, sir.”
At the interviewer’s command to sit, I had no choice but to settle back into the chair.
“…”
Layton Isolden, having told me to sit, remained utterly silent.
I felt I understood the reason for his quietude, and began to formulate excuses for what I’d said.
How many minutes passed like this?
After roughly ten minutes of silence, Layton, as if he’d steeled himself, began to question me again.
“First, I’ve never revealed the Isolden name to anyone, save for the Imperial Family and the Academy Headmaster.”
“…I see.”
Perhaps he deliberately concealed it.
During the Arcane Campus simulation, he was merely a swordsmanship instructor NPC.
From my perspective, having never delved into his circumstances… it felt like discovering a minor, hidden detail.
“I see? Are you now answering me with, ‘I see?'”
“…Yes.”
Had I somehow given the wrong response?
Gripped with tension, I prepared to beg for my life.
“Remember, depending on your answers, my blade may well be directed at you.”
I could sense a strange, chilling presence… scanning my entire being.
‘If I move… I’m dead…!’
“You clearly knew my daughter was a prodigy. How did you come to know this?”
An ominous energy pressed down on me with brutal force.
I was certain that even the slightest misstep in my answer would lead to my demise…
And so, I began to explain, as politely as possible, the excuses I’d just conjured.
“To everyone…”
“To everyone?”
“To a parent, their child… is a prodigy… After all…”
“…What?”
“All parents, especially when their children are young, tend to believe their offspring are geniuses… My own mother was the same. Therefore, it was merely a comment intended to create a degree of psychological misdirection…”
“…And your deduction that my daughter is young?”
“Judging by your youthful appearance, I surmised that if you had a child… they would likely be quite young as well.”
“…And the fact that I even had a daughter?”
He inhaled sharply…
I gestured towards the scabbard of Layton’s sword.
“There’s a rather whimsical charm attached to your scabbard…”
“So?”
“Unless you simply have a fondness for cute trinkets… I could only surmise that you were deeply touched by a gift from your daughter, and attached it to your blade in gratitude.”
A flinch.
At my last words, Layton, visibly startled, raised his hand to gaze at his sword’s scabbard.
“…”
Leighton Isolde regarded the sheathed sword in silence.
Within that brief stillness… he desperately hoped his excuse would take.
“…My mistake, then.”
A miracle occurred.
‘Yes!’
“Th-that…”
“Mihean, sir.”
“Indeed. Forgive me, Mihean.”
He’d even managed to introduce a false name, rather than his kidnapper’s truly idiotic one!
Bravo, me!
Magnificent, me!
“A-ha-ha… no worries at all, sir.”
Scrritch… scrritch-scrritch…
Was he finally going to draft the letter of acceptance?
Leighton Isolde began to write something on the paper lying on the desk.
‘Hoo… I’m alive…’
He could only savor the relief for a moment…
He hadn’t yet escaped the interview room, so he focused his mind.
“Here you are.”
The interviewer neatly folded the paper he’d finished writing and handed it to him.
“The entrance exam is tomorrow at 10 AM. I trust you will be punctual.”
“Understood!”
“And, before you go.”
“…Yes?”
“I would appreciate it if you kept today’s events to yourself.”
“Yes, sir!”
“You are dismissed.”
The order to leave had arrived, and it was precisely what he’d hoped for.
He bowed deeply and politely, then bolted from the interview room as if escaping.
“Hwaaah!”
How…
could each and every day be this trying?
“South Korea was nice…”
Tonight, more than ever, he yearned for his comforting bed… his bed…
“…Oh, right.”
Come to think of it, he’d spent all his money coming here.
He had to earn some cash somehow, or he’d be spending the night sleeping rough, or just pulling an all-nighter.
*
Leighton stared intently at the place Mihean had just left, then looked down at the sword’s sheath.
“He noticed the adornments on the sheath, did he…”
It was a lie.
From the interviewee’s position, the interviewer’s lower body was hidden behind the desk.
To deduce the existence of a daughter from the sight of my scabbard… it was merely a fabrication for the sake of expediency.
However, knowing it was false, I didn’t bother pressing him for the true reason.
“A dangerous one, indeed.”
I only had the thought that I must somehow get him accepted into the Academy.
That he must be kept beneath my thumb.
“Too great a risk to simply unleash him upon society.”
Slowly, Leighton rose from his chair and walked out of the interview room.
‘I need to see for myself what kind of fellow he is.’
Leaving the interview room, Leighton immediately began tailing Mihyeon.