Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 462

462. Remarks (2)

Since Seonghwang did not ask any questions or reprimand, Seongjin felt much more at ease.

However, he soon had to face another challenge: Sir Martha, whose complexion was dark after not being able to sleep all night.

“… Hey, are you okay? Lord Masaine?”

Seongjin stuttered without realizing it.

It wouldn’t have been unreasonable. The prince, who went out to get some fresh air, doesn’t come back no matter how much I wait, so my stomach is burning with tension.

Because of this, he seemed to have lost his temper and wandered around the entrance to the village, where he ended up staying up all night.

“Lowering! Where on earth have you been… … !”

As soon as Masain saw Seongjin, he tried to scream like usual.

However, I held my stomach before I could finish speaking, because the moment my extreme tension was relieved, stomach acid poured out.

“omg?”

Seongjin, who was frightened, took him to Seonghwang.

“No, sir. I’m really fine… for a moment! Please answer faster than that! Where on earth did you go all night without saying a word? … !”

… Cool.

Surprisingly, as soon as Seonghwang touched his forehead, Masain fainted and fell asleep. I thought maybe he had forcibly blown her soul into another dimension like last time.

“Mores. “When Masain wakes up, you will have to face him properly and talk to him.”

The Holy Emperor gave advice softly, pouring divine power over the head of the silent knight. It was a very difficult request.

“Uhm, father. But that’s a little… … .”

“… … .”

“… all right.”

When I thought about Masain’s reaction that I would have to face in the future, my eyes became dark. What can I do? I have committed a sin, so I can only answer obediently.

Other than that, everything went smoothly.

Like Masain, Seongjin and No. 21 also received plenty of divine power treatment from Seonghwang. Although there were no serious injuries, there were many minor scratches, knowingly or unknowingly. I was secretly tired from fighting assassins all night.

Dasha also received proper treatment from Seonghwang. Fortunately, her injury itself was not that serious, but instead, her body was greatly weakened due to hunger and lack of sleep for several days. Maybe that’s why Dasha couldn’t open her eyes right away even after her successful treatment.

“It’s probably because of mental fatigue. “You must have pushed yourself to your limit these past few days without letting go of your nerves even for a moment.”

Seongjin nodded at No. 21’s words.

“okay? Then wait until Dasha wakes up and then slowly leave for Regina.”

I caught Giacomo Milo and found my father safely. Then there’s no more urgent work, right? So Seongjin waited for Dasha to wake up and calmly started working on her paperwork.

“Newbie, what is that?”

Owen, who had recently been to Pangea Chronicle again, was carrying a lot of food and snooping around Seongjin’s room.

“I’m working on the business plan.”

“business plan?”

“huh. “I have to return Oliver’s ‘junior business license’ and receive official investment from the imperial palace.”

The standards for projects in which the imperial palace directly invests are not easy. Even though Amelia has simplified the process and greatly increased efficiency, she never means that the content can be lacking.

But who knows how long it will take Oliver, a country boy, to complete all the procedures.

“Oliver needs to open a decent business as soon as possible and supply the entire continent with teosinte grown using ‘Martian farming methods.’”

This was a good thing for everyone. Oliver will win the investment from the imperial palace without much effort, and Seongjin will be able to earn a lot of consulting fees while doing his own thing.

But what caught Owen’s ear was a word that seemed somehow familiar yet unfamiliar.

“… Masain farming method? “What on earth is that?”

“Well, from now on, Oliver is going to cultivate teosinte using the method provided by Lord Martha. And I will share all the sales profits with him. “It’s a kind of agricultural technology fee.”

Then Owen made a puzzled face.

“But how is that possible? Brother Masain, I’m sure you’ve never done any farming before, right?”

Seongjin bared his teeth viciously at that innocent question.

“Of course, there is no such farming method in the world. “It’s all a fraudulent contract.”

“… Eh?”

“But it’s too late. Sir Masaine has already signed the papers I gave him! That’s why you have to be careful early on and not do something you’ll regret later.”

Seongjin gently waved his quill and lifted his chin. Do you understand, Owen? Please take note too. If you carelessly sign a document you don’t know much about, like Sir Martha or Logan, your life can be ruined in an instant.

“Just imagine. How terrible things will happen next. Someone unknown to Sir Martha will commit an atrocity by selling his name and making a lot of money on the continent.”

“… … ?”

“And while Sir Martha is distracted, that unscrupulous man will sneak into the bank and pile up money from unknown sources in Sir Martha’s account.”

“… … ?”

“As the business grows, the amount is bound to increase exponentially. At that point, there is no way to do anything anymore. “Lord Martha will climb on the ever-higher money cushion and complain of extreme dizziness, but no one will truly listen to his voice that has already grown so far away.”

“… … ?”

“In the end, the innocent Sir Martha will be unable to get off the money cushion for the rest of his life and will scream horribly in return for one mistake in signing his name. “Isn’t that scary?”

Kkkkkkkk!

As Seongjin let out a sinister, muffled laugh, the Demon King, who was sitting on a small brass bowl, let out a sigh.

[…] Seongjin Lee, what are you doing now?]

shut up! In times like this, all you have to do is just laugh evilly next to them. You devil bastard who can’t understand this atmosphere!

“hmm… … .”

Owen looked very confused. It’s not that he isn’t, because he also previously had a record of ignorantly signing documents he didn’t know about at Seongjin’s request.

“Anyway, the job looks easy.”

“that’s right. “It’s so annoying to me.”

“But is there any need for you to be busy working here? Anyway, we’ll be heading back to Regina soon. Then, leave it to Branch Manager Schmidt like before. “When it comes to business, he’s probably more expert than you, right?”

“well… … .”

Seongjin put down the quill and furrowed his brows.

“Actually, I’ve thought about it, but I feel like I’ve been taking too much care of Branch Manager Schmidt these days.”

He has already been entrusted with not only the salmon salmon business but also the northern economic reconstruction project. Moreover, recently, she has been acting as Seongjin’s personal assistant, including being his alibi.

No matter how much he tightened his grip on the ‘Devil’s List’, it was too harsh to increase his workload any further.

“When I get back to Regina, I guess I’ll try hiring a new secretary.”

It would be nice to have someone by my side to collect primary information and guide people around instead of Seongjin.

Seongjin tilted his head for a moment, then rested his chin and picked up the quill.

“Well, I’ll have to think about it later. Anyway, I’m going to stay here today so Dasha can get some rest. “In the meantime, take it easy and just do your work.”

* * *

[You have two options.]

Dasha was dreaming now. A dream from her childhood that had been so long ago that she had completely forgotten about it.

[If you stand out here, it won’t be long before you’re sold to Primrose Entertainment District. You will have a hard time there in the beginning, but you will be able to gradually expand your influence in the underworld of Asean.]

Yes, I remembered.

It was the day Dasha entered an orphanage run by a monastery. As she sat despondently waiting for her priest, a woman she had never seen before entered her room and spoke to her in a friendly manner.

‘Who is it? ‘Are you the priest here?’

Even at a young age, Dasha was very suspicious of women. It’s not that she wasn’t, because she was dressed all in black and even had a black veil on her head.

[You have talent. He is talented enough to capture people’s hearts, secretly uncover their weaknesses, and ultimately wield them all. Those who exploited you cruelly will soon bow at your feet, one by one.]

“… … .”

Dasha frowned without realizing it. She was just a brat with no blood on her head yet, but at least she didn’t know what a bad reputation the Primrose entertainment district had on the continent.

It was a scary time, and the world was overflowing with poor people. It is no secret that orphans like her were constantly being created, and many of them ended up in her red-light district.

Moreover, since Dasha had a fairly fair face, I sometimes imagined that if I was unlucky, life could turn out that way.

But isn’t he a very inconsiderate priest to openly say such hopeless things to a child he just met for the first time?

[Don’t you like it? Then there are other options.]

“… “What is that?”

[Try to be as inconspicuous as possible and kill yourself quietly. Then, you will be selected for ‘Hand of Oberon’ before you turn 10. They will recognize your talent at a glance and train you painstakingly over a long period of time. You will one day become one of the greatest assassins the Hand of Oberon has produced.]

assassin? That was a choice I had never imagined.

[You will always be leading to death. The blood will never dry on your hands, and the corpses of people will pile up like fallen leaves behind your steps. Eventually, you will be able to become the most faithful apostle of death and make the entire continent tremble with the fear of assassination.]

“and… … .”

Young Dasha was momentarily speechless at that terrifying prophecy. At first glance, she may seem like a better option than the red-light district in terms of gaining her own strength, but if she says it, isn’t that also a very bleak and miserable life?

[But no matter which one you choose, it will be difficult for you to live with your original name, ‘Dasha.’]

… Have you ever told the priest my name?

At first glance, that was what she thought, but Dasha soon completely forgot about the question. This is because the choice she was faced with felt so heavy to her young self.

Perhaps the woman’s prophecy could have been dismissed as mere nonsense. However, her voice, which strangely penetrated my mind, had enough power to shake the young girl’s soul.

So Dasha asked as if she was clinging to her without realizing it.

“Then what should I do? “If I want to live differently from what the priest said, what should I do next to protect my name to the end?”

[…] … .]

The woman did not answer right away. But for a moment, Dasha felt that a faint smile appeared on her face, hidden behind a veil.

[…] okay. I see.]

The woman gently stroked Dasha’s cheek and slowly lowered her head. Soon, the rich scent of roses emanating from her became closer, and her black hair flowing down her shoulders made a cool friction sound.

And then a sweet voice, like the devil’s whisper, flowed into Dasha’s ears.

[Then use your power to drive out the abbot. Then another new path will open for you.]

… Are you serious?

How on earth could a little orphan girl who had just entered the monastery achieve such a thing?

It was so absurd that I looked up at her, and the woman touched Dasha’s forehead with a graceful gesture.

[Don’t worry. Let me give you a little congratulatory message. So that one day you can safely regain your name.]

A quick speech?

[Dasha. Remember clearly the scent of death. And entrust your fate and all the missions that fate has entrusted to him. Then death might be… … .]

The memories ended there.

When Dasha suddenly came to her senses, she was being led by the hand of a priest she had never seen before and was entering a shabby restaurant where orphans were gathered.

It was quite some time later that I realized that there was no priest wearing all black in this monastery.

* * *

The conversation she had with the mysterious woman in black gradually became a blur in Dasha’s mind.

but-

‘We must kick out the abbot.’

The more time she spent at the monastery, the more firmly this idea began to take root in Dasha’s mind. This is because the orphans she stayed with disappeared without a word day after day.

The priests carefully watched the abbot, and suspicious guests came and went into his office every day. While the number of jeweled rings increased one by one in the abbot’s hands, no one paid attention to the whereabouts of the poor orphans.

It was clear. That abbot is hiding some terrible secret.

“Wow, that’s scary. Dasha, do you think the priests are right? “Are they really dragged to hell because they didn’t pray to the Lord?”

Ramira, who was blowing on her red, ruptured hand, whispered to Dasha. She was her new friend at the orphanage, and she was an easy-going girl who was happy to hang out with Dasha, who had a different skin color.

“That’s not it. “The abbot is clearly selling the orphans off somewhere.”

“Sell? Where?”

“Probably Regina’s Nightlife or Primrose Revelry. “They say they buy orphans like us at low prices and treat them like hell for the rest of their lives.”

“Hi! really? Well, then what should we do?”

At Ramira’s fuss, Dasha looked at her protruding cheekbones.

“… Um, I guess you’ll be okay?”

The reason Dasha could give a clear answer was simple. Sadly, Ramira was one of the ugliest children in the monastery.

Unless it was Peter, a boy full of freckles, no one would buy her.

“profit! Thank you so much, Dasha! “That sounds so comforting!”

“100 million! “If you really appreciate it, why don’t you let go of this?”

“shut up! Catch Black Barça!”

“Is that what you’re going to say? “An Anatolian ground dog that digs up dirt and eats it!”

After fighting for a while, the two reconciled by sharing a piece of bread they had secretly hidden.

“So what do we do now?”

“huh. First, we need to find evidence to report the abbot to the outside church.”

It was extremely unlikely that the monastery would find a solution on its own. It was obvious that as long as the abbot, the most powerful person in the monastery, maintained his position, the priests here would be powerless.

“Evidence to accuse the director? By what means can we? “Can’t we just find a good person among the priests on rotation and ask them to help us?”

“If you just appeal like that, no one will listen. “Who would believe the words of orphans slandering the director without any solid evidence?”

Moreover, if the full story of this incident were revealed, the prestige of not only the monastery but also the church would be greatly damaged. This is an issue that is too burdensome for a single priest to roll up his hands.

‘therefore… … .’

It was more likely that the church would be able to prove the abbot’s minor faults. Such as embezzling a small amount of church property or breaking some of the monastery’s rules. A charge that doesn’t cause too much of a fuss, but is just enough to lightly change the person responsible.

Dasha, who had to grow up earlier than others, unfortunately instinctively understood the physiology of the church.

“Ah, Dasha! There’s the abbot. “I’m with suspicious guests again this time!”

“Shh! Don’t look at me carelessly, Ramira. “I’m going to get dragged in and get beaten for no reason.”

Dasha quickly lowered her head and pricked her ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.

A congratulatory message whispered by a mysterious woman one day appeared in her ear like an auditory hallucination.

– Dasha. Remember clearly the scent of death… … .

fantasy,