The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 48

“It’s truly a waste.”

“…?”

“I’ll give you a chance.”

Sein said.

“Recently, I’ve taken down a few lordships, causing headaches. Even though it’s the countryside, adding one more might raise suspicions about me too.”

“….”

Lemi closed his mouth that was about to utter something rough.

Now is the moment of truth.

“Do you want to go up?”

A crossroads of what will become of her life.

“Or do you want to just end this mundane life here?”

A crossroads of whether her long-awaited hopes will come true.

Remi.

Smirk.

Her mouth widened as if it would tear apart.

“What should I call you?”

“Sein.”

Flutter.

“Sein Demorus.”

Sein, who had suddenly disappeared, his voice echoing in the room.

Clang.

She barely heard the wine glass slip from her hand and shatter.

“Ha… Ha….”

She pretended not to be affected, but it was hard to hold back.

“I thought you were dead.”

Yet Remi, with a deep smile on her lips, looked unfazed.

A mistake?

No.

This was the culmination of all calculations.

She would not be trampled like a worm here.

‘Sein Demorus.’

That was the lifeline she had thought up.

The bribe she took from the merchants was not for some petty curtain, but for Sein Demorus’s deeds and information.

And as a result, she had a hold on them.

In front of Remi, a small piece of paper was left.

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The day after Sein visited Lord Borfeo and Countess Remi.

Roar.

The streets of Borfeo were bustling after a long time.

Clash, clash.

The guards who had to protect Borfeo’s gates and.

Clang-!

The knights guarding the lord’s castle were all moving through the streets.

It was not a parade, but the sight of soldiers advancing towards a true battlefield.

And at the forefront.

“…!”

There was Countess Remi, the lord of Borfeo.

After inheriting the title and land, she secluded herself in the lord’s castle, rarely stepping outside.

“Milady, it’s the lord!”

Though the nobility had fallen from grace, they were still nobles in the eyes of the unremarkable commoners, a religion to be revered.

Remi passed by the soldiers with a sense of purpose.

“What on earth is happening?”

“Where to….”

And suddenly, Remi realized the direction she was heading towards.

“…!”

The onlookers were in disbelief.

“It’s the Derren Family!”

The reason being that they were heading towards the house of the Derren Family.

Come to think of it, there were rumors circulating yesterday that the true owner of the Derren Family, Sir Sein, had visited the estate.

There were even witnesses who saw Derren himself, the master craftsman, personally going out to greet him.

“Is this madness?”

The unfolding events were starting to paint a rough picture.

The Derren Family was already embroiled in conflict with the nobility, especially with the Borfeo lord.

If Lady Remi Borfeo, the noble, lost her mind and harmed Sir Sein?

Borfeo was on the brink of becoming a battlefield once again.

Charge! Charge!

The soldiers advanced without hesitation.

Hying!

Finally, Remi and her soldiers reached the Derren Family’s house.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Derren, accompanied by a few subordinates, came out to meet Remi in front of the house.

Without a lineage to boast or the backing of their names, the nobles were to be respected.

“Last night, news came that a sinner had entered Borfeo’s estate.”

“A sinner?”

“It is said that the individual murdered Sur, the lord of Tanba.”

“Surely….”

Derren spoke with fiery eyes.

“Are you referring to Sir Sein?”

“Yes.”

Remi smiled.

“Sir Sein Demorus-!”

Her voice trailed off.

Citizens who directly heard the lord’s voice and saw her in person momentarily thought of Remi as a hero.

“By the terms of the pact! I shall arrest you who dare violate it! Surrender peacefully and face the consequences!”

Before long.

Silently.

Members of the Derren Family started coming out of the house.

No, the same was happening at the back.

Cyclops.

Fox.

They, armed with equipment that looked better than soldiers, were surrounding Lemi and the soldiers.

The soldiers were already scared, and even the knights were tense, swallowing their saliva.

And then.

“What’s all this commotion?”

A white-haired enemy.

A young man who seemed like a sample of a beautiful vagabond appeared from the house.

“Are you Lord Demolus?”

“…? I don’t know?”

“Shut up!”

Lemi shouted, cutting off the man’s words.

“You must have heard from inside. We received intelligence that you, as Lord Tambar’s lord, have assassinated Count Sur.”

“…….”

“Based on the Black and White Treaty, you have committed a grave crime that should not have been done.”

Lemi gestured towards the knights.

They hesitated for a moment.

“I will lock you up myself for further investigation! What are you doing! Arrest that man immediately-!”

A hair-trigger situation.

The moment the knights moved, the Derren Family would act.

And war would break out.

Knowing this, the knights did not move easily.

“You all!”

They may serve the lords, but they fear them.

They know how things unfold in the Underworld.

Knowing the consequences of opposing them, they have turned a blind eye until now.

“Are you defying my orders?”

“You have quite the subordinates.”

Lemi growled in anger.

But then, as Sein took a step forward and said,

Silently.

At his gesture, as his hand rose, all the members of the organization let go of their weapons and stepped back.

It was a stark contrast to Lemi, who possessed the plausible name and domain of Viscount Borfeo.

Sein’s demeanor seemed like he would calmly accept even death if he wished for it.

“…….”

At that sight, the knights grew even more fearful, and Lemi swallowed his breath, closing his mouth.

“You cowards. When my master commands, you must at least pretend. Whatever the outcome.”

“……”

“By the Black and White Treaty, they’re going to investigate me?”

Sain stood in front of Remi and spoke.

“That’s right.”

“You have confidence to handle the aftermath?”

“…We’ll see.”

“Impressive.”

Sain.

Chuckling.

He reached out both hands.

The knights who had been nervous snapped to attention.

“What are you doing? Arrest him.”

Sain extended his arms willingly.

“What can a powerless fool do, even with the Black and White Treaty on his side.”

Snickering.

“What are you waiting for? I said arrest him.”

“Carefully, we will escort him.”

Approaching knights slowly handcuffed Sain, keeping an eye on him.

“Don’t worry, everyone.”

Sain spoke towards Deren.

“I’ll be back from my vacation.”

“Is this really okay?”

Despite the bold facade, the voice trembled as if the loud proclamation of the Black and White Treaty was false.

“When have I ever boldly proclaimed the Black and White Treaty?”

Sain spoke as if in disbelief.

“The Black and White Treaty is not something I, or anyone, can casually mention!”

Remi shouted from a section of the crumbling wall.

But soon realizing the mistake, he lowered his voice.

“If we mess up, it’s better to face death than the consequences…”

“What made you believe and act upon this?”

“What do you mean! Of course, you…”

Phew.

Remi sighed, regaining composure.

Seeing Sain with a spread smile, Remi realized he had fallen for his jest.

Remi, seemingly valiant and daring, was still bound by the name Demorus and the Black and White Treaty.

“Don’t worry. I’ve heard that there are factions in the Central Realm that oppose the Dark Guild.”

The Empire, its core.

“Lately, they’ve been making a show of arresting the fools of the Dark Guild using the Black and White Treaty, so this matter might reach their ears.”

“……”

“As you wish, it shall be.”

Further up.

Towards the center.

“Things that occur in the meantime may be inevitable.”

“I shall endure that much.”

Remy was undeniably a courageous woman.

“Good to know you understand.”

Sein’s arrest was in accordance with the contract between Sein and Remy.

“If someone comes looking, resist as much as you can before surrendering.”

Sein did not hold back his advice.

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“With my personal vendettas and with Borfeo now at the heart of the storm, no one will act recklessly.”

“Of course.”

Sein’s calculation.

Remy’s calculation was the same.

“And if someone truly unreasonable appears, then we shall retreat.”

“I was thinking the same way.”

“Good.”

Those who know how to secure their own interests are favored.

They were individuals who, beyond fulfilling their sworn oaths, would show even greater loyalty if benefits were provided.

“Where are you headed?”

Remy asked Sein.

“Why are you curious about that?”

A relationship based on a contract.

Nothing more, nothing less.

“When an unbearable person shows up, you will precisely state where I will be, won’t you?”

That was in accordance with the contract clause guaranteeing Remy’s safety.

“I plan to enjoy a vacation without a care in the world.”

Sein kindly responded to Remy’s question.

“A vacation? Just for that reason…”

“Zone 6.”

Sein said.

“Heading to Contralo.”

That was precisely Sein’s vacation spot.

“Don’t worry. I intend to return before any major trouble arises.”

“I hope so. Each day feels like it’s draining my blood.”

“Just in case. I told Aea to bring good wine, think of it as blood instead.”

Smirk.

“That suits me well.”

It was truly the end now.

A secret passage known only to the lords of Borfeo for generations.

If people were to escape to this place, they would think that the prisoners were all locked up in the underground dungeon of Saint Borphéo without a chance to move a muscle.

Raciel.

Even the eyes of Alman’s overseers and other eyes.

It didn’t matter how long it would take.

By then, everything would already be over.

“Well, stay alive until you return.”

Saint, escaping through the secret passage.

Left alone, Remi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“What in the world…?”

Saint Demorus.

He felt like all the information he had gathered through his emergency fund investigation was manipulated false information.

At that young age, no matter how much of Demorus’s blood he had in him, his achievements and actions were unbelievable.

And his abilities and boldness too.

But there was a reason why Remi was sweating cold.

“Could someone of that age possess such political power?”

Born in a rural territory, someone who used to be a gang leader in the alleyways.