Summoner Online: I Became the Tutorial Boss with a 999+ Villainess

Chapter 135: Dual Persona.

’But it did not stay a tool. Somewhere along the way, Aron became something else. Aron is the name Leo and Sophia trust. Aron is the identity that walks through human cities and buys tea at taverns and hagles with guild masters over trade permits. Aron is the closest thing I have to being a normal person in this world.’

He closed his eyes.

’And the Shadow of Victims is everything else. The dungeon lord. The conqueror. The ruler of monsters and tamer of dragons. The being that empires write ultimatums about and kings send diplomats to appease.’

’Aron is the human mask. The Shadow is the truth beneath it. And this woman, this Mira Thorne, is about to prove that they are the same person.’

He opened his eyes.

"I want to meet her."

Leo nearly fell off the crate.

"What?"

"Arrange a meeting. Tell her that Aron has heard about her inquiries and is willing to answer her questions directly. Make it tonight, at the Silver Quill."

"Sir, that is insane. You would be walking directly into the investigation of your own identity."

"Which is precisely why it will work. She expects me to run. She expects me to hide. She has been waiting for Aron to react to her questions by avoiding her. If I walk in and face her directly, it changes the dynamic entirely."

Sophia leaned forward.

"What will you tell her?"

Kai picked up the parchment again and read the timeline one more time.

"The truth. Or at least, enough of it to be convincing."

"Sir?"

"Every good lie is built on a foundation of truth, Sophia. This woman has already done enough research to spot a pure fabrication. If I deny everything, she will know I am hiding something, and she will keep digging. But if I give her a version of the truth that explains the coincidences without revealing the core secret, she will have what she came for. A story. And stories, once found, stop being hunted."

Leo stared at him.

"And what version of the truth would that be?"

Kai set the parchment down.

"That Aron is a contracted agent working for the Shadow of Victims. Not the Shadow himself, but someone who acts on his behalf in human cities. A liaison. A middleman. That explains the disappearances, the timing, the trade connections, and the artifact supply chain. It also explains why Aron has power that no ordinary merchant should have."

Sophia blinked.

"You would publicly admit to working for the Shadow of Victims?"

"I would admit that Aron works for the Shadow of Victims. There is a difference."

Leo opened his mouth, paused, and then closed it. He repeated this twice before managing to form words.

"That is either the most brilliant thing I have ever heard, or the most reckless."

"Both. The line between the two has always been remarkably thin."

...

The Silver Quill was a mid-range tavern in the northern quarter of Rambosa, the kind of establishment that attracted merchants who wanted to drink without being seen by their competitors.

The interior was lit by low-hanging lanterns that cast a warm amber glow across the wooden tables and stone walls. A fireplace crackled at the far end, and the bartender, a heavyset woman with arms thicker than most men’s thighs, polished glasses with the mechanical efficiency of someone who had been doing it for thirty years.

It was past the evening rush when Kai arrived.

He walked through the door in his full Aron getup, the black suit pressed clean, the mask sitting firmly on his face, his posture carrying the kind of deliberate calm that made people instinctively clear a path.

The tavern was half-empty. A few merchants sat in clusters, nursing drinks and speaking in low tones. Two guards from the city watch were eating soup near the fire, their weapons propped against the wall beside them.

And at a corner table near the window, sitting alone with a cup of tea and a leather-bound journal, was a woman.

Mira Thorne.

She was younger than Kai had expected. Late twenties, maybe early thirties. She had short brown hair that stopped just below her ears, and sharp hazel eyes that scanned the room at regular intervals with the precision of someone trained to notice things.

She wore a simple traveler’s outfit, nothing that would draw attention. A grey tunic, dark trousers, leather boots. No jewelry, no weapons visible, though Kai noticed a slight bulge near her right ankle that suggested a concealed blade.

The moment Kai entered the tavern, her eyes locked onto him and did not leave.

She did not seem surprised. She seemed prepared.

’She was expecting this. Leo must have delivered the message, and she immediately understood what it meant. She is sharp.’

Kai walked to her table and stopped.

"Mira Thorne."

"Lord Aron." She gestured to the seat across from her. "Please."

He sat.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. She studied him with the clinical detachment of a scholar examining an artifact. He sat with his hands resting on the table, his posture relaxed, his masked face angled slightly toward the window.

She broke the silence.

"I have to say, I did not expect you to seek me out. Most people who discover they are being investigated try to avoid the investigator."

"Most people being investigated have something to hide."

"And you do not?"

"Everyone has something to hide. The question is whether what they are hiding is worth finding."

A faint smile touched her lips. She picked up her journal and flipped to a page near the middle.

"Then let me ask you directly, Lord Aron. Your appearances and disappearances from Rambosa coincide precisely with the known activities of the Shadow of Victims. The artifacts your company sells originate from a source you have never publicly disclosed. You killed four Calamity-class Dragons in a single engagement, a feat that should be impossible for any merchant, no matter how gifted."

She looked up from the journal.

"So who are you, really?"

Kai let the question hang in the air for three full seconds.

’Here we go.’

"You are correct that my appearances in Rambosa coincide with the Shadow of Victims’ activities. That is because I work for him."

Mira’s pen stopped moving.

"You work for the Shadow of Victims."

"I am his agent in human territories. A liaison, if you prefer the formal term. The Shadow of Victims is a dungeon lord. He cannot walk into a human city and conduct trade negotiations or file merchant permits. He needed someone who could. That someone is me."

"A human working for a dungeon lord."

"An unusual arrangement, I agree. But the alternative was allowing his resources to go to waste. The artifacts my company sells are produced inside his territory. The merchants I recruit are supplied through his infrastructure. I handle the human side. He handles everything else."

Mira’s hazel eyes narrowed. She was processing, running his words against the timeline she had built, checking for contradictions.

"That explains the business relationship. It does not explain the dragons."

"It does not," Kai agreed. "The dragon incident was a separate matter. I was in Rambosa when the attack occurred. I chose to intervene."

"You chose to intervene against four Calamity-class Dragons. Alone."

"I had the means to do so."

"Means provided by your employer?"

"Among other things."

She tilted her head, her eyes fixed on his mask.

"Lord Aron, I have spoken to thirty-seven people in this city over the last two weeks. Every single one of them described you the same way. Calm, authoritative, and impossibly powerful. Not one of them could tell me where you came from, what your real name is, or what you look like beneath that mask."

"That is intentional."

"Clearly. But here is what I find interesting." She leaned forward slightly. "The Shadow of Victims is described in exactly the same way. Calm, authoritative, and impossibly powerful. And also masked."

’She is good. She accepted the cover story for the business side, but she is circling back to the core question. She does not believe Aron and the Shadow are different people. She just wants me to say it out loud.’

Kai leaned back in his chair.

"There are many powerful individuals in this world who prefer anonymity. The fact that two of them share certain traits is not evidence of anything beyond a common preference for privacy."

"Fair." She closed her journal and placed her pen on the table. "Then answer me one more question, and I will leave this matter alone."

"Ask."

"If you are merely an agent, if the Shadow of Victims is truly a separate individual from yourself, then you should be able to tell me one thing about him that only someone who has met him in person would know. Something that is not public knowledge. Something that proves you have actually stood in the same room with the being you claim to serve."

’Clever. If I give her a detail that matches public knowledge, she will know I am deflecting. If I refuse to answer, she will take that as confirmation of her theory. But if I give her a genuine, private detail about the Shadow of Victims, one that could only come from someone who has met him directly, it lends weight to the idea that Aron and the Shadow are two different people.’

’The irony of this situation is almost painful.’

"The Shadow of Victims has a teddy bear."

Mira blinked.

"I beg your pardon?"

"One of his closest subordinates, a True Dragon, carries a talking teddy bear. The bear is foul-mouthed and gives unsolicited advice. The Shadow pretends to find it annoying, but he has never once ordered it silenced."

Mira stared at him.

The silence stretched for five seconds. Then ten.

Then, slowly, a laugh escaped her. Not a polite chuckle. A genuine, surprised laugh that made the guards near the fire glance over.

"A teddy bear."

"A talking teddy bear."

She picked up her tea and took a long sip, her eyes still fixed on him over the rim of the cup.

"That is either the most absurd lie I have ever heard, or the most absurd truth. And I honestly cannot tell which."

"That, Miss Thorne, is rather the point."

She set the cup down and studied him for another long moment. Kai could see the gears turning behind those hazel eyes. She was weighing the evidence, cross-referencing his answers against her research, trying to decide whether the story he had just told her was sufficient to close the investigation.

Kai was quiet for a moment.