Chapter 214 – Year-End Party

Episode 214 – Year-end party

One day, a few days after returning to the academy, I visited Kenneth for the first time in a long time.

Since the vacation began, he has been going back and forth between the dormitory and the Friuli Liga annex, focusing on training under the knight.

The training engineer came running as soon as he found me.

“Young master! Long time no see! How have you been?”

“Yes, yes. “Can you please step aside so I can talk to Kenneth for a moment?”

“Yes. If you need help, please call us anytime!”

The military discipline is very close.

This is because Count Gardin spread the rumor among the noble family that I had been chosen as the successor.

‘Well, it doesn’t really matter.’

There won’t be any trouble anyway, so I just have to choose the parts that are advantageous to me and enjoy them.

After briefly summarizing my thoughts about the knight, I approached Kenneth, who was swinging his sword vigorously.

“Kenneth.”

“Oh! Luan?”

As soon as he heard my voice, he flinched and quickly turned his back to meet my gaze.

He looked slightly embarrassed.

It’s surprising because I don’t come here very often.

“What’s going on here?”

“I have something to tell you. Follow me.”

“Huh. Yes!”

Kenneth followed my suggestion without much complaint.

I had a lot of worries about what to do with this guy until they said he was a serial killer, but I haven’t had an accident since.

Maybe this guy was also framed?

‘But it doesn’t seem like that when you look at what you say.’

Looking at the fact that he didn’t feel any sense of injustice, it really feels like he killed him of his own will.

Or what, he couldn’t stand the behavior of the gangsters who usually harassed him and committed a shooting incident?

This is a fairly likely hypothesis.

After thinking about it, I decided to ask directly without measuring anything.

“Hey. But before you were possessed, you said you were a serial killer, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Why did you kill him?”

“I just want to kill him.”

“…”

Was it really my mistake?

The answer that comes out without the slightest hesitation seems like it would get a perfect score on a psychopath test.

I had a gut feeling that if I delved any further, the trust I had barely built would be destroyed, so I ended the conversation without asking any further questions.

After a while, we arrived at the reception room.

Sitting across from me on the sofa, I stared at Kenneth in silence for a moment.

‘Can I trust this guy?’

What I’m going to say now is very important.

It was not simply a matter of importance of information, but a choice that would have a huge impact on my safety and all my future actions.

But no matter how many times I thought about it, the conclusion was still the same.

I immediately dropped a bombshell.

“Kenneth.”

“Huh?”

“I am also a possessor.”

“… “What?”

Kenneth widened his eyes and was shocked at the sudden binging.

He rolled his eyes for a moment as if trying to figure out the truth of what was being said, then immediately slammed the table and got up and pointed.

“I knew it! As expected, you were also possessed! My intuition was right! And then you pretend like it’s not happening? “You shameful bastard!”

“Be quiet and sit down.”

“Uh, yes.”

The guy frowned at the noise and calmly sat back down when I gave him an order.

It was as if my plan had worked. For a guy who is already addicted to the fruit I provide, the fact that he is a possessor doesn’t mean much.

Even if he found out that I was possessed in the first place, there was nothing he could do.

If he informs the church, his identity his his will be revealed, and since this guy does not know that he can gain unique abilities by killing the same possessed person, he does not even have a reason to try to kill him.

We already had a great alliance.

However, no matter how stupid he was, he seemed to be puzzled by my actions.

“Why did you tell me that?”

“I thought it couldn’t go on like this. Did you see what happened at the festival a while ago? Actually, I am Eunrang.”

“What!?”

“Sit.”

“Uh, yes.”

After calming down the guy who was starting to get angry again, I slowly continued speaking.

“As you know, I am currently wanted throughout the country. It’s all because of the Golden Ghost of Apostle. “You know who the golden ghost is, right?”

“Ethan Gloucester.”

“Okay. In the end, I have to deal with him too if I want to see the ending, but it’s too difficult in my current state. So you need a reliable helper. That’s you.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Okay. The problem is that it’s too weak. No matter how much you train, you cannot overcome the power of time. In order to make up the difference, you have no choice but to rely on something else.”

That is the hidden piece.

If you borrow the power of numerous artifacts and grow steadily, Kenneth will eventually be able to handle at least one person.

I stopped talking and took out the map I had prepared in advance from my pocket.

“Everything shown here is the location of the dungeon. Let’s target these from now on.”

“No, this is all? “There were these many dungeons?”

“The history of this world is quite long. This should be enough.”

The last time Nefeli, the goddess of darkness, descended was tens of thousands of years ago, so the history of this world can be considered to be several times longer than the history of humanity on Earth.

The dungeons accumulated during that time easily exceed three digits.

Even this was nothing more than excluding dungeons that would have already been eaten by other possessors.

Kenneth looked down at the map blankly for a moment, then smiled brightly and held my hand.

“Also! You are my friend! Thank you so much!”

“Don’t make a fuss. Because I haven’t completely gotten it yet. There is a risk of encountering a possessed person along the way. And let go of this right now. Because he seems gay.”

“Huh. Okay!”

When I shot it rather coldly, the guy quickly put his hand in and returned it to its original position.

I took out a pager from my arms and held it out.

“I’ll give you this first, so if something dangerous happens while you’re conquering the dungeon, call me. “Understand, right?”

“Of course! “I don’t want to die either!”

“Okay. Dungeon raids are allowed only once a week. “If you neglect your training because you are obsessed with artifacts, I will not let you go.”

“Huh! I’ll work hard!”

“Then I’m going. See you later.”

The moment I turned around after briefly saying goodbye, Kenneth shouted.

“Oh, wait!”

“Why is there anything else to see?”

“That…”

The guy hesitated, looked around him uselessly, and spoke softly.

“How did you feel when you raped the Crown Princess during the last festival?”

“What?”

“Did the crown princess’s pussy feel good?”

I learned something new today.

Even a psychopathic serial killer is ultimately a man ruled by his dick.

“… I don’t know. “You bastard.”

I answered roughly and turned around.

“How was it? “Please answer me!”

I heard Kenneth grabbing me, but I left the annex without the slightest hesitation.

‘Are you feeling safe with this?’

Even though I had him under my command, I was dissatisfied with him because he was weak and could not be used properly, but now if he grows according to the build I created, he will soon become strong enough to be used.

I decided to stop thinking about Kenneth at this point and started thinking about other things.

*

One day, with a few days left until the New Year, I was passing by the galley and saw a familiar face.

“What? Why is the saint there?”

The saintly woman, wearing her apron and her hair tied back, was working hard to make something of herself, with those enchanting huge breasts bouncing.

However, it was under the window frame so I couldn’t see what it was from here.

In the end, it wasn’t until I got closer that I was able to recognize its identity her.

‘Cake?’

Now that I think about it, I think I heard that the church is having a year-end party in a few days.

Perhaps he is practicing cooking in advance for that time?

“It’s a party…”

I already needed information from the church, so I wonder if I can make good use of this opportunity and things will work out well.

Even if not, there is no harm in just shortening the distance between the saint and her.

‘Good. Let’s go.’

I made a quick decision and headed around the building to the galley.

Grumbling─

I opened the door roughly.

The saint who heard the sound looked behind her and was started when her eyes met.

“Uh? Young master?”

“Saint. Long time no see. What are you doing here?”

“I was making a cake. There will be a year-end party at the church in a few days, and I want to give the children at the orphanage a chance to taste delicious food.”

After all, a saint is a saint.

Her generosity her, her is as wide as her big heart her, and she is working hard for underprivileged children.

I smiled happily and approached.

“Are you sure? That’s a really good thing. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Ah! Then, would you mind giving me a sample? Actually, I made cake a few times and brought it to them, but the kids didn’t like it that much. “I wonder if it tastes strange.”

Haha! Sure. However much… Huh?”

I willingly expressed my intention to accept, and only then did I discover the true nature of the cake hidden in her saintly breast.

‘What is that?’

A huge fish head rises from the center of the three-tiered cake.

There are even hundreds of octopus legs hanging on the outskirts, and they are covered in fermented sauce that tastes like soybean paste on Earth.

It clearly looked like an ordinary whipped cream cake from the outside, but I don’t know what happened.

There’s no way he ruined it on purpose, and he probably has his own tastes, so he just makes it taste good for others.

I would like to point this out right now, but I doubt whether it will be possible to persuade with words.

If it was something that could be corrected so easily, wouldn’t it have been resolved a long time ago?

I suddenly felt sympathy for the orphanage children whose faces I did not know.

‘It’s pitiful.’

I can’t believe they give such bizarre food to children who grow up without parents every year.

Since it was brought to you by a saint, you must have been forced to eat it without even showing that you disliked it, right?

Tears come to my eyes.

But I had to take care of my own safety before worrying about others.

Although she was interrupted in the middle of her words, she was clearly understandable, so the saint, who understood her meaning, smiled happily and expressed her gratitude.

“Thank you! Then, ah, let’s do it. “I’ll feed you!”

The saint lightly picked up a piece of her cake with a fork and held it out.

An innocent saint would feed me a cake she made herself! Normally I would have accepted it without any hesitation, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so.

The cut cross section was so strange that it was impossible to even guess what material was used.

The mixture of purple and blue looks really unpleasant to eat.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

‘What should I do?’

If I said I would personally help and now say no, I might lose all the goodwill I worked so hard to build.

Then, there will be significant difficulties in digging up information about the church.

It is truly a dilemma.

In the end, the moment I was about to point out that my favorability would be lowered, a vibration rang in my arms.

“Huh!?”

This is the sound of a communicator!

It was previously given away by Roxana, and now its ownership has been transferred to Deborah.

‘Damn I believed it!’

I was inwardly delighted, and before the saintess could say anything, she quickly took out the communication device.

“Oh! I received a call. Holy woman. “Can we communicate for a moment?”

“Oh, yes. It’s okay.”

“Haha! “Then please excuse me.”

After asking for her understanding her, I walked away from the saint and received her message her.

“Hello?”

– Luan! Where are you now?

“Me? “I’m in the kitchen with the saint right now?”

-… Are you a saint?

“Huh. Why? Is there any problem?”

When I asked the question in a darkened voice, I received a truly shocking answer.

-Aren’t you having sex by any chance?

“… “What?”

-Sex with a saint…

“No!!”

Even though I gave her a chance, I ended up scolding Deborah for saying the same thing again.

Thanks to this, the saint’s eyes turn this way.

I gave her awkward smile and spoke with her sighing.

“Rather than that, please come here now. “I have a favor to ask you.”

-… Isn’t it a strange request?

“Are you saying it’s strange?”

-3P…

“I said it wasn’t like that!!!”

Why did Deborah change like this?

‘I miss the times when I was innocent.’

I hurriedly cut off communication, remembering Deborah from the past.

I’m afraid that if I do it any more, the saint will hear.