“How dare you disturb the young lady of the Alrn Count family!”
Watching Luka, who had his forehead pressed to the ground while begging for mercy, left my head spinning.
The Luka I know is not like this.
He’s one of the few shadowy characters in Soul Academy and never shows such an ugly side, except during the final battle.
His usual composed demeanor is precisely why, despite being a troll character, he is popular.
“I’m just a lowly commoner who didn’t know my place!”
So this was a variable. A variable that doesn’t exist in the game. If I had to weigh whether it was good or bad... it’s probably good... maybe?
It’s likely a good thing. I don’t know what Luka is thinking, but at the very least, it doesn’t seem like I have to worry about dying.
“Please! Please just spare my life!”
But why is he acting like this? I don’t understand.
Benedict isn’t that threatening...
The influence of those close to me is surprisingly strong...
There’s a high chance Luka is involved with my disappearance...
What’s going on? Why did he kidnap me? No matter how I think about it, it seems like a terrible decision.
No, the opponent is the one who, through countless trolling in Soul Academy, has made players cry.
The fact that he brought me here means he must have had some sort of plan. Considering Luka’s personality, he must have accounted for this situation when he came here.
While pondering why Luka is acting this way, a certain assumption suddenly came to my mind.
...Could it be that he was provoked by the mesugaki skill? Did he lose his reason and recklessly take action?!
With that assumption, I began to understand the current situation. If he acted without considering the consequences, then Luka has no answer.
After all, the forces lurking behind me are considerable.
Even if just the Alrn family and the Partlan family unite, it’s a sufficient threat to Luka.
No matter how well-connected he is, he is still just a professor from a commoner background.
If this assumption is correct, then I can potentially ruin Luka’s life with just a single word, right?
For a moment, my heart fluttered, but instead of speaking, I called the elder. I needed to verify whether my thoughts were correct.
<It seems your thought is likely right.> ‘Isn’t it?!’
As I confirmed that I had become the perfect trump card and cheered, Luka continued to spit out his cowardly words.
“I will do anything!”
Saying he would do anything. At this point, isn’t he begging for me to abuse my power?
Luka! You’re actually a pervert who wants to be commanded by a girl!
Anyway, I guess since the god is a pervert, the world is full of perverts.
As I grinned at the sight of a slave overflowing with usefulness, the elder let out a chuckle.
<I don’t know what he’s planning, but return to the academy, call for your escort, and then proceed with the matters. That way, you will be safe.>
‘Yes! Understood!’
That’s true. If I were to abuse my power here and Luka were to go off the deep end, not only would his life end, but mine would too.
“Luka. For now...”
“Professor, is it right to leave someone begging for forgiveness standing on the ground? Pfft. Even a child would know better. Complete failure as an adult~”
“...I see! I will return to the academy!”
Luka used a scroll containing teleportation magic.
That magic brought us instantly to Luka's office but, as usual, it came with intense motion sickness.
“Um, Lady Alrn? Is it okay to bring someone else along?”
When I mentioned bringing the sword, Luka showed a troubled expression.
‘You don’t want to? Then...’
“Don’t want to? Then should I just go tell the fool father that the perverted professor tried to cast hypnosis on me and do something strange?”
“Eh?! No, that’s...”
‘Why? Isn’t that true?’
“You’re only talking about what you did, right? What’s wrong? Are you feeling guilty? Seems like you had some strange thoughts, huh? Hahaha. A hopeless perverted fool?”
“...No. It’s nothing.”
However, standing in the position of a subordinate, Luka was powerless in the face of my authority.
Watching him, who always pretended to be relaxed in the game, tremble made me smile involuntarily.
Ha. To think that I could fulfill a dream I had while playing the game after possessing this body.
I felt a surge of faith.
At first, I had dared to speak recklessly to the god who had given me this quest, but not anymore.
Surely, the god foresaw a future that this foolish apostle, unable to see past his own nose, could not.
Luka. You don’t know it, but I hold a lot of resentment towards you.
Do you have any idea how many characters I had to recreate because of the terrible quests you made me do?
Of course, you wouldn’t know.
Don’t worry. I don’t know the exact number either. There were too many attempts to keep track of each one.
But I do remember how many characters I erased to create my first top-tier character.
- The number that sat at the end of my Excel sheet organized for strategies.
Having repeated this countless times, the characters that disappeared because of you must be in the thousands.
Do you understand? The grudge against you isn’t just mine.
It’s the resentment of the thousands of characters that had to vanish because of you!
Get ready! I’ll thoroughly abuse my power!
The sword was called at dawn, but it came out saying, “If it’s the lady’s call, of course, I must move!”
Luka didn’t elaborate on what he had done.
He kidnapped a noble young lady for the sake of a trial and threw her into a potentially deadly situation. To cover that sin, he tried to tamper with my mind. Both acts are deserving of great sin.
If the sword heard about this, he would surely draw his weapon immediately.
So I introduced Luka to the sword in this way.
“Say hello. Sword...”
“Coward. Greet your cowardly perverted junior.”
“Junior...?”
I mentioned that he would soon realize my greatness and swear to follow me, causing the sword to make a strange expression.
“It’s a joy to see more people recognize the greatness of the lady, but calling him a cowardly junior...”
I thought that expression surely held jealousy and caution. The sword had pride in being the only coward.
Where did it all go wrong? He was a perfectly fine guy when we first met.
“Um, Lady Alrn? Cowardly perverted? We haven’t agreed on anything yet...”
“Aren’t you proud of being a pervert?♡ I get it. I’m nice, so I’ll change it. Let’s see~ Perverted coward♡ Disgusting lolicon♡ Trashy masochist♡ Do you have a preference among those?♡ If you want, I could combine them all!♡ What do you think? Am I not really kind?♡”
“I’ll go with cowardly pervert.”
While I can’t just change the title at will, if he likes the cowardly pervert, then I don’t have to worry.
Once we returned to Luka’s office, I immediately forced a pact upon him.
I was sure this would serve as Luka’s leash.
For someone who planned to live in the shadows, a pact might not hold much significance. After all, he wouldn’t care about disgrace.
However, Luka was different. For someone who made a living by crafting talent, gaining the trust of others was extremely important.
But what if he breaks the pact and leaves a mark of it?
Not only would he be expelled from the academy, but he would also face scorn from various talented individuals, making it difficult for him to even speak.
Therefore, Luka cannot break the pact. That would be the way to deny his own life.
The conditions of the pact were set quite strictly with the elder's assistance.
While the detailed content was lengthy, to summarize, it went like this:
- You will not harm me.
- You will follow my orders.
- You will do your utmost to protect me.
It wouldn’t be strange to call it a slave contract, and once that was done, I issued my first command to Luka.
I told him to report on the trials he could give me now.
In response, Luka asked for time.
While he could speak immediately, he said that would leave out details. If he was given time to organize the documents, he would do his best to prepare a report.
“Could you give me about a week?”
If I were a proper trump card, I would have shouted that a week was unacceptable and demanded it done in three days! But I couldn’t bring myself to do that.
The past of being tormented by a client came to mind, making it impossible.
Is this the mark of being a subordinate etched into my soul? Having memories of living my life as a subordinate, it’s impossible to become a perfect trump card!
In any case, until that report is made, I can’t ask for anything. I want to look at the list and choose the most efficient option.
With nothing else to do, I was about to rise from my seat to return to the dormitory when Luka grabbed me.
“There’s something I need to inform you of according to the contract. Could you give me just a little more time?”
‘What is it?’
“What is it?”
“The content is twofold. The first is that your reputation is not good among the commoner group at the academy.”
I know what the commoner group is.
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A place where commoners band together to survive in an academy full of nobles.
From just hearing that, it sounds like a good organization, but that’s not the reality.
It’s a sort of military. The commoners excuse their actions by saying they have to survive, treating lower grades like their subordinates.
While it offers some help in living at the academy, the rampant malpractices are no joke, and I can’t speak well of them.
But what do you mean my reputation is bad there? Lucy’s reputation has always been bad, hasn’t it?
As I tilted my head in confusion, I understood Luka’s explanation that it seems they were unhappy with my favoritism toward Faybi.
Hmm. So it’s kind of like jealousy.
It doesn’t seem like I need to worry much. If they try to pick a fight, I’ll just smash them.
“The other is that the Second Prince wishes to somehow draw Lady Alrn into his circle.”
That guy hasn’t given up yet?! I thought he had just given up since he didn’t approach me!
Ugh. I really hope the Second Prince just ignores me.
I really don’t want to see what happens when I call him the idiot prince.