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Chapter 106
Ch.106 That’s Enough for Me
I arrived at the hidden location of the Seal Stone via Icira’s teleportation.
“Good heavens… I never thought anyone would actually know this place.”
She clicked her tongue, gazing at the cave entrance where the Seal Stone slumbered.
“I knew you weren’t an ordinary archaeologist—but I didn’t expect you to know the Seal Stone’s location too.”
“Haha! I’m pretty amazing, right? But enough admiration—go ahead and set an alarm spell here.”
“Alarm.”
From Icira’s pale hand, blue light spread outward, illuminating the entire cave perimeter.
“Now I’ll know instantly if anyone intrudes. By the way… you don’t happen to know the locations of the other Seal Stones too, do you?”
—Nod.
“Yeah. I know all of them.”
“You… what exactly are you?”
“Me? I’m Hans.”
I gave a vague reply while unpacking items I’d brought from the mansion.
‘Hmm~ With this, it’ll be absolutely perfect.’
Just imagining Roy’s agony lifted my mood.
“Do you really think I don’t know you’re Hans? That’s not what I’m asking!”
Icira sounded annoyed—but I had something far more important on my mind.
In the game ‘Destiny’, trapping the final boss was impossible. Normally, players had to seek out the boss, clear the dungeon, and only then would the boss appear—deliver a monologue—and the battle would begin in a new arena.
There was never time to set traps beforehand.
But this situation was different…
This unconventional strategy made my heart race.
“Hehe… Icira, could you reshape that cave like this?”
I unrolled a carefully stored paper from my luggage and showed her the blueprint.
“What’s this?”
“A cave layout. Can you build it like this?”
“It’s possible… but it’ll take quite some time.”
“That’s fine. So can it be done?”
She gave a small nod, then asked with a puzzled frown:
“But why go through all this trouble?”
“Oh come on—you don’t even know?”
I pointed at the blueprint.
“We’ll place holy relics here, then release poison fog right after. Over there, we’ll station golems, and here—guardians…”
Icira snapped.
“Do you really think the King of the Dead will die from that?”
“Yes! Absolutely.”
The King of the Dead, as a swordmaster-type final boss, had high magic and physical resistance—but he wasn’t invincible.
He was relatively weak to poison-type effects.
And the poison I’d prepared wasn’t ordinary.
In ‘Destiny’, mixing vitriol oil with salt produced the game’s strongest lethal gas—a damage-over-time poison that dealt percentage-based HP damage.
If we suppress Roy’s power with holy relics and infect him with this potent toxin, it’s worth a shot.
But Icira remained skeptical.
“I can’t believe the one destined to annihilate all life would fall to something so trivial.”
“Just wait and see. He won’t survive.”
Icira shook her head.
“Fine, let’s say I build the structure—where will you get the golems and guardians?”
“From you?”
She scowled.
“Why would I?”
“Call it… childcare payment?”
Icira’s eyes narrowed. She grabbed my collar and shook me violently.
“Have you forgotten you took my spatial bag?!”
“Whoa whoa—calm down!”
Her eyes had shifted into vertical reptilian slits—she was furious.
“How dare you make such a shameless request? Do you even know how rare guardians are?”
“Haha! If you won’t, maybe I’ll ask the dragons for a donation? I am the Adversary, after all.”
She sighed deeply, releasing her grip.
“Fine. I’ll speak to the Dragon Lord about what you’ve requested.”
Phew. Crisis averted.
“But… there are five Seal Stones. Is this one location enough?”
“No? We need to set traps at all five.”
—Zzrit…
Under her icy glare, I could only offer an awkward smile.
***
After setting traps at all five Seal Stone locations, I returned to the mansion.
Oops… got too excited, didn’t I?
Evening had already passed unnoticed.
The moment I got back, I dove into the mountain of pending documents.
“Sigh… Such is my fate.”
Why was there always so much to do? Designing dungeons, setting traps…
Technically, Icira was the one who converted the Seal Stone caves into dungeons—but I’d designed everything.
And in my enthusiasm, I may have over-prepared a bit.
Time flew, but it was fun.
“Will it work?”
I’d asked Icira to travel to the New Continent to borrow guardians and golems from the dragons—since we’d need multiple units to make this viable.
Using living beings against the King of the Dead was a bad idea—they could be turned into undead, like with Levi’s Dagger.
That’s why I opted for golems and dragon-made guardians.
Guardians weren’t truly alive—they were homunculi, artificial beings crafted from cells and magic.
And homunculi couldn’t be turned into undead.
“Ugh! My back hurts…”
Sitting for so long after so much time on the move left my body aching.
—Knock knock.
Still buried in paperwork, I called out absently: “Come in.”
“Brother? A letter came from the Capital. Are you still meeting with the Hero?”
Giovanni stood trembling—literally shaking with fear.
“It’s not that I’m ‘meeting’ them—I have to deal with the King of the Dead. Hand me the letter.”
Before leaving the Capital, I’d given the Hero Party intelligence on the Church of Death’s branches scattered across the Empire—locations, leaders, everything.
They’d been lying low, but once the undead assault began in earnest, they’d sabotage from within. Best to eliminate them now.
I’d considered wiping them out before the King’s return—but their spawns were random.
In the original game, the standard strategy was to eliminate them immediately after the King’s resurrection.
“This one’s handled well.”
“Sigh… What even happened between you and the Hero Party in the New Continent?”
Seeing Giovanni click his tongue, something inside me snapped.
“This is all because you were so sloppy—!”
“Ah! It’s time for soldier drills! I must go!”
—Thud!
He bolted before I could scold him further.
“Sigh… And that’s my trusted aide.”
Annoying, but what could I do?
I kept working—until dawn broke without my noticing.
Outside the window, darkness faded. I stretched widely.
“Uuugh… Should I stop here for today?”
The paperwork showed no sign of shrinking.
After my long absence in the New Continent, there was simply too much to review.
I trusted Giovanni had managed things—but he had his blind spots.
And beyond estate affairs, I also had to oversee the sale of my stockpiled holy water, relics, and supply hubs to the Empire.
Even at rock-bottom prices, as the owner, I had to personally verify and sign off on countless documents.
Staring at the mountain of papers, I decided I needed a mental break.
“Time for a long-overdue garden walk.”
I rose, walked through the mansion’s corridor, and stepped into the garden.
It was a night of the full moon.
A crisp breeze blew—not unpleasant.
The damp earth mingled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
A stone path, embroidered with harmony among green grass and garden shrubs.
Gazing at the tall ornamental trees, I felt the breath of spring.
“Now that I think about it… is it already spring?”
I’d spent the entire winter in the New Continent—so yes, spring had arrived.
Just then, a voice called out: “Sage?”
Mia, the golden-haired High Elf.
“Hm?”
Her expression was unreadable.
“I looked for you earlier this evening, but you were gone.”
“Oh? I was out at the Seal Stones…”
“With Lady Icira, I presume?”
I gave a small nod.
Mia studied me.
“I see… Shall we walk for a bit?”
I nodded at her suggestion.
—Thud… thud.
—Click, click.
The sound of my shoes and hers echoed softly.
Ugh… this is awkward.
I glanced sideways at her face.
Mia was sculpted to perfection. Objectively, no woman matched her when it came to the word ‘beauty.’
Her proud nose, her cool blue eyes—she radiated icy elegance.
And in truth, her personality was just as cynical and aloof.
Unlike Leah or Cecilia—who were expressive and affectionate—Mia was reserved.
Sometimes that felt comforting…
But right now, it was like having a thorn stuck in my throat.
Like the eerie calm before a storm.
Then—she glanced at me from the corner of her eye.
“Are you uncomfortable being with me?”
“Huh? No, not at all!”
I lied through my teeth and shook my head—plunging us back into silence.
“I’m sorry… for misunderstanding your relationship with Lady Aria earlier.”
“That was a bit upsetting.”
No matter how messy my love life was, Aria was off-limits. If I were involved with Icira, people might still see me as human—but with Aria? That would make me a monster.
“So… are you a little less angry now?”
Hearing the genuine remorse in her voice, I nodded slightly.
“A little.”
“I’m glad.”
With that, conversation ceased.
—Thud… thud.
—Click, click.
Only footsteps filled the quiet.
I was about to say something—when Mia spoke first.
“Pisa seems like a good place. The people look peaceful.”
“It is, isn’t it? It wasn’t like this before.”
“What was it like?”
Her question brought back memories of my first arrival.
“There was a tyrant lord who squeezed the tenant farmers dry.”
I’d had my eye on this land for a long time—so as soon as I had the funds, I bought the territory and poured everything into developing it.
“I see… Then why didn’t you tell me beforehand?”
“Haha… it just happened.”
She turned her half-lidded gaze toward me, and I quickly looked away.
“From now on… I’d like it if you didn’t hide anything from me.”
“…I’ll try.”
That was a lie. I planned to run away from them all.
Right now, they only pretended to consider cutting ties with me—but in truth, each was trying to turn the others against me, hoping I’d leave on my own.
If they ever discovered they were all scheming the same thing… The thought alone was horrifying.
“Now I am your wife.”
Her sudden declaration caught me off guard.
“Wha—what did you say?”
“You accepted my vow. We’ve only skipped the ceremony—but in every other way, we’re already married.”
You—! Shameless woman!
How could she say something so absurd with such a straight face?
I chose my words carefully.
“I… it’s not that I dislike marriage—it’s just that humans value the wedding ceremony deeply. Until it’s done, we’re not truly married.”
Mia blinked slowly.
“Is that so? But you did accept my vow.”
“Well, that was forced—”
“Shh!”
She covered my mouth with her hand.
“I know. I know you find my love burdensome… that being tied to a noble High Elf weighs on you. And I know you dread the future—where even if you die young, I must remain faithful to you alone.”
She gently stroked my cheek with deep, tender eyes.
“But all I wish for… is that we can be happy together for whatever time we have left. That’s enough for me.”
Looking into her bittersweet, complex gaze, I thought to myself: ‘What is she even saying… Is she insane?’
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