Chapter 55 – Incompetent - 5

The rain continued for another five minutes or so and then stopped.

It was not a magical limit. It was because, in the first place, only a small amount of mana was injected to check whether or not the manifestation of magic was possible.

"Great. I didn't expect to succeed on the first try."

Muttered Roylen admiringly, brushing her rain-soaked hair.

It was the same for me, so she had nothing to say. How could I have known that an elf would fix the magic circle with such precision?

Roylen smiled, apparently interpreting my silence as the 'arrogance of a genius'.

"Not only the Emperor, but also Her Highness the Princess, will be very pleased. Don't worry about the pay; I'll tell you."

"Thank you."

"I am more grateful. To be honest, I thought I would go back without much income. Who knew that such large-scale magic would succeed? I am a very lucky guy."

Roylen smiled kindly and put the wand into her bosom.

"Now that my role as auditor is over, I must go. It would be a nuisance if me and the members of the imperial family stayed in the mansion for a long time. Ah! The refreshments provided were really delicious. Especially the chocolate was excellent. Balgeum chocolate is hard to find even in the capital."

"I have stocked up on a few things to treat distinguished guests visiting the mansion. If you want, I can bring you another one."

"Haha. I appreciate her words, but I will decline. I don't want to be hated by the Deham family and by Viscount Theorard."

Roylen raised the corner of her mouth naturally and held out her hand to her.

"Then let's just go for it. It was a great honor to meet you."

I held my hand and shook it lightly.

"Me too. Professor Roylen."

"I hope to have the opportunity to see you again in the future."

Meaningful words. After shaking her hand, Roylen bowed her head to bid her farewell, and she turned and walked away.

The wizards of the imperial palace also greeted me with their own courtesy and followed Roilen out of her mansion.

Thanks to this, in the quiet world, you can hear the sound of someone approaching from somewhere. She looked back and saw her elf lowering her gaze with her hands clasped reverently.

"Master. Stir..."

Her face was usually scary to look at, but today it looks particularly beautiful and unique. I grabbed the elf by the shoulders and chanted happily.

"Thank you. Thanks to you, my and her father's wishes came true. I apologize for slapping you in the office the other day. Also, if there's anything you want,

"Master."

A shadow falls on the face of the elf who interrupted me. Red eyes that were dyed in achromatic colors approached me very frighteningly. To add a bit of exaggeration, it seemed that there was a murderous intent towards me.

"I don't understand the slightest bit what the master is saying."

"Uh, um...."

The elf was talking back as much as possible, but I immediately understood what that meant.

He must be saying that he will kill you if you are not faithful to the role of 'the master who sells you'. I came to my senses, broke into a cold sweat, and withdrew my hand from the elf's shoulder.

"It's only natural that you can't understand it with your 4-year-old hair. Even if I give you a compliment, I don't understand it, so I don't think there is a need for it."

Only then did the elf loosen his expression and start crying. I let out a sigh of relief and pointed at the mansion with my chin.

"If you don't have anything to say, get out of the room. Looking at your face gives me disgust."

"Sorry for the disgusting face... But I have something to tell you..."

"What do you mean?"

"I accidentally broke three of the master's favorite dishes. A foolish and incompetent slave like me must be punished by the master."

When did you break the plate again, you crazy bitch?

"A fucking year. In that case, I will give you an appropriate corporal punishment, so please wait."

At my words, the elf's crying stopped.

Uh, why? In a space of uneasy silence, I slowly recalled the words I had spoken.

'I didn't do anything wrong this time?'

He said he would punish him too, but it was the first time he hated it.

'Was the acting awkward?'

No. It wasn't. The expressions of contempt and hatred he had trained in the elves were so perfect that even I could be fooled.

If so, did you feel uncomfortable with the nuance of the words? From the elf's point of view, he showed great skills enough to make my long-cherished wish come true, but he might have been annoyed at the reward of 'appropriate punishment'.

As of right now, that is the only possibility. Clearing my voice, I spoke again.

"I'm out of words. Be prepared for 'severe corporal punishment'."

As if my prediction was correct, the elf started crying again. It was a million bucks.

"Sir, I hate it! Forgive me, Mr. Juing."

"Forgiveness? It is not too late to forgive after four sow-like years have been punished."

"Ha, don't...!"

"I don't like to hear your whining voice. Get out of your room."

As he waved his hand as if to behold, the elf walked towards the mansion with stinging tears. The immediate crisis has passed.

But what a harsh punishment! It feels like I've taken on an unexpected task, so my head hurts already.

"Young master!"

While trying to wrap up my head, I hear Bainen's cry. Thanks to that, I looked back with a smile. If you're a lame person, you'll know her method.

Bainen, who came closer to me, smiled uncharacteristically benevolently.

"I congratulate you for completing the magic you longed for. Oh, grandpa is coughing as if he has a cold, so I pushed him into the room."

"Good job. More than that, babe, does she know anything about the things girls like?"

"Yes? It's something women like. Oh, are you talking about adult products?"

"Adult items?"

"Aren't you referring to sexual objects handled by witches? But why are you asking such a thing out of the blue?"

It's hard to say. When I cleared my throat without answering, Bainen gave me a sinister smile, as if he knew everything.

"But. It's about time she started paying attention to it. It's late today, and tomorrow I'll take you to the witch's shop, I know, so don't worry."

I nodded without saying anything.

Even though it's not intentional, my face is burning for some reason.

I was dying to do something I hadn't done before.

*

Late night.

After arriving at the imperial palace through the warp gate, Roylen headed straight to Benelia's room.

She didn't have to knock. The door was open as if she were waiting.

Taking a deep breath and going inside her, Roylen spotted Benelia sitting in front of a huge drapery featuring her white lion.

She seemed to be uninterested in the chess on her desk, even though Roylen came in.

"...."

Roylen tried to talk her out of Benelia but stopped because she was more serious than she thought she was engrossed in chess. She was just observing the princess's appearance.

Her grayish black hair hangs down to her waist, and her eyes, which are half-opened with boredom, are bright golden.

Her jawline was slim, and her eyelashes were neat, adding a grace worthy of her title as a princess.

Her grace didn't just come from her face. Even though she was wearing the military uniform worn by generals of the Empire today, Benelia did not look clumsy at all.

It was definitely different from the girls of her age who put effort into dressing up to win a man's heart by wearing a dress with frills.

She was the image of a monarch who wanted to swear allegiance on her own, but if there was one problem, her Benelia's body was pretty good, so her gaze kept going to her chest, which formed a graceful curve.

"You roll your eyes filthy."

Huh. Roylen, surprised, raises her gaze hastily. How could she know without even looking at this side? Roylen, who had cleared her panic by clearing her throat, calmly turned her words around.

"Your Highness, Princess. If you're going to play her chess, why don't you wait for me to come?"

"I don't like it. I can't be free if I play against you."

"Haha. The only way to improve your skills is to be incompetent."

"You make me say it twice. Aren't you saying you don't want to be taught?"

"You mean Yanghak?"

Benelia clicked her tongue lightly as Roilen blinked her eyes at her first words.

"A professor at the university magic tower uses my students' buzzwords if he doesn't know them. Yanghak is an abbreviation for massacre of civilians. It is used when there is a big difference in skill with the opponent."

"What kind of stupid thing is that? We will pay attention to the students' mouths."

"Leave it. It's an interesting expression, but you don't have to take away your freedom. Besides, there are other things you should be concerned about. Isn't there a disturbing book that has been making a lot of noise lately?"

Widely. Benellia, who captured the white bishop by moving the black knight, contemplates her next move from her white point of view.

As Roilen watched her, she cleared her throat again.

"The culprit who wrote and leaked obscene books insulting Her Highness her has been arrested. A trial is pending...."

"Don't kill me."

"Yes?"

"Looking at the despicable behavior, it must have been the second brother's work. It must have been a trick behind the scenes to undermine my reputation. Even putting that aside, I liked the book quite a bit."

Cold sweat broke out on Roylen's forehead.

"... Have you seen it?"

"Okay. I still remember the scene in the novel where I was captured by the enemy commander and raped for three days and nights. The psychological portrayal is excellent, so it's pretty cheesy."

"Woe, Her Highness the Princess!"

"No surprise. I mean seriously. Of course, I'm not saying don't kill the culprit, not punishment. Cut off his left wrist and right ankle. Without anesthesia and with a saw, not a guillotine."

Cutting my wrists and ankles without anesthesia. The odds of dying from blood loss or shock were remarkably high.

Even if he does not die, he will be labeled as a traitor and will be crippled for the rest of his life. If a sinner has his wrists and ankles cut off, he will surely be beaten to death by the people, as it is easy to identify him.

Benelia told her to save the culprit, but in the end she did nothing but kill the culprit.

Is it to send her warning her to her second brother her and at the same time threaten her own enemies her? I get goosebumps strangely because she decorates the book with her carefree face.

"I will take your word."

"It should be."

Responding to Roylen's words, Benelia moved her belongings to her. Then she laughs and whispers 'check mate'. She was quite happy, even though she had just beaten her own.

"Me, by the way, Her Highness the Princess."

"Speak."

"I would like to report on the Deharm family's artificial rain magic you mentioned earlier."

"Ah. That, of course, would have failed. Wasn't the time tight?"

"No. It worked."

Success? Benelia, who had been looking at the chessboard all this time, was the first to raise her head.

"Are you successful? Are you kidding me right now?"

"I'm not joking, I'm serious. She also completed the Phenomenon Manifestation Test with the Imperial Palace Wizards."

"What?"

There was a ripple in Benelia's calm expression. A feeling close to her astonishment her burrows into her benelli's heart her, with her wonder her.

'How?'

Earl Leoberg, who had come to the imperial palace at the request of his father his, had been telling the story of Theorad so that a scab sat on his ears his, so he had half-jokingly sent a letter to the Deham family asking them to submit a research report.

If the research progress was poor, there would be an excuse to check Count Leoberg, and if there was progress, the imperial family could purchase the magic and study it properly.

By the way, you've perfected the magic of artificial rain. The research record from three years ago must have been a terrible magic circle full of errors.

'Perhaps.'

Maybe it was all just a trick. The research was completed long ago, but the results must have been deliberately withheld until the right time.

The reason is? As far as Benelia knew, the former head of the Deharm family had returned to an urgent illness. If Theo-Rad had waited until the death of the former head of the family in order to monopolize the results of the research....

Haha."

A silly laugh escaped Benelia's mouth from her.

It is because he found a similar aspect to himself in Theorad.

'It's like a cunning cardinal.'

How can one hate a young man who dreams of ambition? He was quite a strong-willed man compared to the ministers and eunuchs who kept an eye on others.

'It's a part that makes me understand why Count Leoberg praised him so much.'

However, the way to know whether it is a gemstone or not is to shake off the impurities on the surface. Benelia stared at Roylen without making a hasty decision.

"I got interested. Come and sit down. Let's hear more about Theorad Deharm."

Had Her Highness the Princess ever been so interested in others? Although Roylen was puzzled, she gladly complied with Benelia's request for her.