The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 42

Whether it’s fate or misfortune.

The designation received because of that.

-Vallak’s origin is District 7, Tanbada.

The reason Sis provided information was because of that.

-It seemed like not only good connections were built there.

This designation probably stemmed from Vallak’s misfortune.

Hence the silent negotiation to seek Vallak’s cooperation against Sein.

Since Sein was likely holding the key anyway.

“Hey, kid. What’s with that expression after setting foot on your homeland?”

As if confirming that his and Sis’s judgment was correct, Vallak’s expression was grim as he departed for Lasciel for his mission.

“If you’re going to harm yourself, do it decisively. Is leaving marks on your palm the best option?”

Blood flowing from his hand.

Vallak stared at Sein with narrowed eyes.

“Well, up for a round?”

Just as he seemed about to raise his hand in anticipation.

Thud, thud.

Both Sein and Vallak turned their heads simultaneously at the approaching footsteps.

It must have been the moment when Vallak’s expression contorted the most.

“Are you from Demorus?”

A man with a monocle and a friendly smile.

And behind him, two figures who seemed like knights.

“Since you’re the client, this must be Sein.”

“The employer?”

“I’m just a representative.”

“Is it appropriate to reveal your identity for an assassination request?”

The monocle smiled at Sein’s words.

Not only will you not fail, but to form a prosperous future alliance with the flourishing Demorus, one must be willing to take on this level of risk, isn’t that so?”

Thud, thud.

“We will escort you. Both of you.”

The monocle-wearing individual.

“Lord Sur is awaiting you.”

His name was Parcha.

He was the steward serving Lord Sur of Tanba.

Where they had been, Vallak’s blood dripped from his hand, pooling steadily.

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Reluctantly.

“Parties are a hassle.”

Sein muttered, twiddling his ear.

“Did you know?”

Parsha spoke towards the man.

“The request includes Demorus attending your party as well.”

“Oh, damn.”

Sein muttered curses.

Though Sein was included in the mission, he was the one who could escape if he wanted to.

Snickering.

Sein soon nodded with a wicked smile.

“Enjoy it. Well, since his taste in alcohol and food is quite refined, make sure to bring them well.”

“There will be no tarnishing of Sir Sur’s honor.”

Parsha disappeared for a moment.

Sein looked into the distance.

Where Sein was standing was at the center of the party, a place where he was being glorified as the protagonist.

The room was filled with people who gazed at Sein with admiration and respect, ready to approach him at any moment when given permission.

However.

“Why is that guy…”

“Didn’t you hear? He was Demorus.”

“Good heavens.”

In a corner of the party.

Rather than being invited to the party, Balak was positioned in a place where the lackeys could barely find rest.

“Who is that scoundrel?”

Unpleasant glances directed at Balak.

The intention behind this seating arrangement was obvious.

To humiliate Balak.

‘As if it’s a fated encounter.’

It seemed like a significant fated encounter.

“He’s good at causing trouble.”

Spending a lot of money, engaging in such activities.

Rustle, rustle.

And now, what would unfold next seemed clear to Sein.

“The liquor is good.”

“Do you like it?”

Someone appeared with Parsha.

Appearing alongside Parsha as if in a friendly competition, the newcomer was a middle-aged man with an even better impression than Parsha.

“Who might you be?”

“I am Sur, the Lord of Tanba, here to witness Demorus’ strong blood.”

He was none other than the Lord of Tanba.

The master of Parsha and the land where Balak was born.

“Living quite lavishly for the 7th sector.”

“All thanks to Demorus.”

Seeing Sein’s unwavering demeanor, he seemed like a person who had been through a lot.

“As long as you are here, feel free to make yourself comfortable. Anything you desire, just let Parsha know, and it shall be provided.”

“Even something like a Dragon Heart?”

“…You have a sense of humor.”

Sur was a seasoned lord.

“Unfortunately, obtaining a Dragon Heart is not only difficult within our territory, but even if we were to sell off all of the 7 districts. With the deep ties to Demorus, perhaps if one ascends to a higher position, it might become possible.”

“Quite the challenge.”

“Then, may we have a brief conversation before enjoying the party?”

At that moment.

Whoosh.

A surge of magic emanated from Sur’s body, enveloping the surroundings.

If there had been any intention of threat towards him, Sur’s neck would have been severed.

“It was because I am a sorcerer.”

What Sur had cast was merely a barrier to prevent eavesdropping.

A world divided into black and white.

Survivors of the magic that black could never possess, paying the price with their lives.

One of them was Sur, the lord of Tanba.

“So, what is it that you wish to ask for?”

“From you, Sein.”

Sur gazed at Sein as he spoke.

“If there was someone obstructing a mission, what would you do?”

“…?”

“If that someone happened to be from Demorus, what would you do?”

I like this nobleman for getting straight to the point.

The party was truly centered around Sein.

“They used to call you the Mad Dog of Chichiron! It suits you perfectly!”

“Does that mean I’m a crazy bastard?”

Unaware of what they were blabbering about, those around Sein were busy praising him.

“Do you know about Vorpeo?”

Sein also took care of matters in between.

“It’s a city that’s said to develop greatly if you invest big.”

“…Is this information from Demorus, by any chance?”

“My name?”

“Indeed, from Demorus!”

Childish banter it may seem, but it was going to be quite a successful business venture.

The individuals Sur had gathered for the party were all there to impress Sein.

“They say the slave trade in Antara is thriving.”

“Antara has always been a renowned slave market.”

“And this time around….”

“Demonus-!”

They were truly mad authors.

Nobles from the surrounding territories, famous merchants from the city, and even those who had set foot in the half-dark alleys.

“What is your preference, my lord? If you wish…”

Even people from the dark alleys.

“Oh, such a generous friend! As for my preference…”

“Well, that’s a bit…”

Of course, there was hardly anything to satisfy the lord, but the party continued late into the night, and the lord, who had drunk all the constantly offered drinks without rest, had a bright red face.

“My lord!”

“My lord!”

People cheering the drunken lord’s dance with a sword.

“Drink up! Die!”

“Demonus! Demonus!”

It didn’t take long for Sur’s upscale party venue to turn into an alley trash dump.

Finally, the party ended.

The moment the lord stopped drinking, the party came to an end.

“Well then, I shall see you tomorrow. Rest well.”

The lord returned to the inn Parsha had guided him to.

The lord, who had seemed on the verge of collapsing just a moment ago, was now calm.

Back to himself.

Creating droplets on his fingers, he returned to his usual self.

“This is truly damn hard. It’s tough to do business and not perish.”

The bright red face seemed false.

Even the twisted tongue from intoxication seemed false.

Everything was an illusion.

If one knew how to use magic well, if one’s magic had reached a certain level.

No.

“Could I even get drunk in the first place?”

The lord with a Dragon Heart was immune to intoxication.

His body could not be invaded by any poison, including alcohol.

Thud.

Sitting on the meticulously prepared sofa, the lord propped up his feet.

“By the way…”

There were countless stories at the party, but the most memorable was the conversation with Sur.

Sur, who approached first to chat, soon left the party, giving the lord and others a chance.

And what he asked then.

-What if what hinders the mission is Demonus?

It stuck in memory.

Sein responded to the question like this:

– As a member of the Tambado Demolus Zone, you must be familiar with Demolus’s principles, right?

Demolus’s principles.

– The mission comes first.

So, even if Demolus stands in the way, whoever takes on the mission must carry it out, that’s what it means.

And the reason that moment remains memorable is.

– Excellent.

It was because it was the only moment when Sur’s mask was removed.

A smile distorted by madness.

– I will look forward to it.

He understood.

“Now, let’s see how you handle this.”

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The next day, Parcha came back with a load of information about the mission.

This time, the mission was assassination.

The target of the assassination was Gropha in Tambado.

Considering that the Lord himself requested the assassination, it seemed like a reasonably significant figure.

“The director of an orphanage.”

Just an ordinary orphanage director.

Even the other information was useless.

Most of it was not only unhelpful but also unnecessary.

Just one line.

Swiftly.

“This is it.”

That was the only valuable piece of information about Gropha.

“When are you planning to carry out the mission?”

Parcha asked.

“Are you rushing things?”

“Not like that, but Sur said that a party would be held until he proceeds with the mission…”

“Rushing in such a way, that’s interesting.”

Sein got up.

“I’m going now.”

“I’ll get ready.”

“What do you need to prepare?”

Sein walked out of the room.

“By the way, where is that guy?”

“Which guy?”

“You know.”

Parsha showed a moment of discomfort.

“Lord Balak Demorus left the party last night, and his whereabouts are mysterious.”

Mysterious?

“I know Demorus focuses a lot on his missions, but Lord and Balak are too different.”

Nonsense.

These guys must know best where Balak is.

“Well, it doesn’t matter.”

Lord leaving the castle.

Parsha and Sur’s knights offered to track the Lord, but he declined.

“It’s an assassination, what’s there to track?”

Isn’t it ridiculous?

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If that’s the case, they should do it themselves.

So.

Firmly.

There must be a reason for everything.

A back alley in Tanba, a shabby, dilapidated building.

The sign was so worn out that it was hard to make out the words “Tanba Orphanage.”

“It stinks.”

Lord frowned, muttering.

“So you left that nice castle to hang out here?”

Lord spoke, looking at a side of the orphanage.

“Because you missed this smell so much?”

Someone from there revealed themselves at Lord’s words.

A quite large shadow.