Chapter 130 Festival Prep and the Merchant Guild Mess
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I left the lab and walked toward the merchant guild. I still had plenty of time, so I thought I would go through the commercial district instead of going home first.
Mia’s face stayed in my mind. I felt I had seen that look somewhere before. That idiot once told me that Mia had watched me even when we were little. If he only noticed her in primary school, then maybe I met her even earlier.
There was something stuck at the edge of my memory. It was not only Mia’s look, but I also felt that someone used to call my name with “kun” long ago.
No matter how I tried, I could not remember. I could recall when I learned to use “Appraisal” and when I first used “Crafting”, as those memories were strong. But most other things had faded.
My memories before the day I forged a sword to save the “Archangel” were weak. Maybe Mia and I played together long ago.
If that is true, how would Mia feel, knowing I forgot?
Still, it is too late now. I am already close with Ethelena and choosing my future. Even if Mia and I had some bond in my fading past, I have already made my choice.
People like Yohira, Tatia, and Ichika are special cases. That is why they are called exceptions.
”Tatara-han, believe what happened in front of your eyes, hen. Accept reality, nen.”
”I wanted to escape from reality a little longer,” I said.
I had been thinking about Mia to avoid the scene in front of me, but the merchant guild chief dragged me back.
We were now in the commercial district, the area I repaired with the golem (magic doll) team. Right there, street performers and food stalls were arguing, and we did not know what to do.
For the city festival, a performance contest was planned. But the street performers and the regular food stalls were fighting over spots. It was a hard place to step into.
”We only rented space for the festival days! The stall group does not need to move from their usual spots!”
”No way! This is the one time a year for the festival! People who don’t stand out normally must shine now!”
Both sides said the other should take the good spot to stand out. Why were they fighting over kindness?
The merchant guild had planned to remove some stalls and build a half-circle stage in the center of the plaza. About eighty percent of the stall owners agreed, so it passed. The guild then came to explain the plan on-site to the street performers.
Then came the performers’ problem. They said the stalls showed the warm daily life of this town, so moving them would ruin the scene.
But the stall group said they wanted new ideas and wanted the performers to show a new good side of the town with their great show.
Why were they even fighting?
”Shouldn’t we build the stage right on the central plaza?” I asked.
”Tatara-han, ya don’t know the rumor about the curse of the demon nobles that once had a show there, hen?”
”That’s the first I’ve heard.”
A demon noble as a show… Could that be about Ethelena’s parents?
”Some years ago, after a wicked nobles’ trouble, a demon nobles-han turned into a star, hen. People say a curse burned the central plaza with blue fire, nen.”
Sadly, I knew something about that.
”In one night, the demon nobles-han and his wife’s bodies burned, and the plaza burned too. It was a big mess, yo?”
”I… I see.”
”And their house burned the same day, nen. So business folk don’t wanna work near it, hen.”
Hearing this, I felt regret again for burning the plaza and Baral’s mansion. I had not expected the Fluid mana stone to burn that strong.
”…Tatara-han, you’re sweating a lot, but ya okay?”
”Yes, I must have sweated walking here from the lab.”
”Don’t push too hard, nen. Even young folks got limits, yo.”
I lied without thinking. I could not say his story hit my own past mistake.
”So, what do we do about this fight?”
”Both sides speak from kindness, nen. It’s too even. I can’t step in, yo.”
We sighed at the same time. It was hard to stand with either side. If the guild chief supported one side, the fight would end, but leave bad feelings. Still, who should go first?
The only idea was to place stalls around the stage and set seats around it. Some stalls would lose space, but many already planned to close during the festival, so there would be enough room. I understood the performers, but I wanted them to see the guild’s view too.
”Tatara-han, can ya set up and remove a stage in a few minutes?”
”If I work with the golem team, it’s possible.”
”So it is possible, nen…”
To do it well, I would need one medium golem and ten small ones more. When we got more mithril (magic metal), I could make one more medium golem and ninety-nine small ones. Or two medium ones, and let the one we had lead.
”We could build the special stage only during the show time, but it would get very busy.”
”I know, nen. But to meet both sides, that may be the only way, yo.”
”If you let me focus only on this, I can do it…”
”Tatara-han, you’re still a student, nen. You should go on a date with someone good, yo.”
”Well… yes.”
I did want to walk around the festival with Ethelena or Yohira and the others. From what Tatia said, the student protest would start when the homeland review team arrived or after we greeted them.
It should match the city’s founding day, so there would be a little free time. Young people should be allowed some fun. Yet they were helping me explore and fix city problems out of duty.
”So, what should we do?”
”If the guild chief takes one side, it will work. There will be some bad feelings, but still.”
”That’s the thing, nen…”
Back to the real problem, I felt the guild chief had some idea already.
Maybe I should build something like a container truck?
I felt a bit bad for the chief, but I spoke up.
”Excuse me, may I say something?”
I called out to the group who were trying to give way to each other, and I tried to find a middle path. The chief was too kind to push, so I would try with tech.
I talked about a “container truck” from my past life and how a stage on the back could work. Then the two groups began to match their ideas. We worked out a “container stage” that kept the look of the street and used the space from stalls that would not join that day.
”If we can prepare this, can both sides live together?”
”Ah, if we had something that good, people could enjoy tasty food from the stalls while watching our show,” one performer said.
A stall owner nodded. “Same here. Good food will make folks feel the show even more.”
Their respect for each other was so strong that it was strange they ever argued.
”Tatara-han, can ya make what ya talked about, hen?”
”I will. I’m a crafter. I can’t call myself that if I can’t make what people need.”
I took out my word processor and turned the idea in my head into a plan. I projected the design in the air so everyone could see as I built it up. The street performers and stall group stared with wide eyes as the new stage took shape.
About ten minutes later, the blueprint was done, and I passed the list of needed materials to the merchant guild chief.
”Guild chief, I need about these materials.”
”Can ya keep it inside the budget, nen?”
”I’ll try. First, could you work out how much we need?”
”Wait a bit, yo.”
We worked through the numbers fast. After around five minutes, the chief nodded once.
”It’s doable, nen. I’ll hurry and get—”
”I’ll go. I’m an explorer, so if I run full speed, I’ll be back fast.”
I warmed up with a few quick bends. The chief wrote on a piece of paper, still a bit confused.
”Give this note to the reception. My sign is on it, so it’s fine, yo.”
”Thank you. I’ll be back!”
I sprinted toward the merchant guild. At my current speed, one breath could carry me one hundred fifty meters, so I could do a round trip in under five minutes. I slid past people on the road and rushed inside the guild.
”Excuse me, I need some materials.”
”Eh—oh, yes!?”
The receptionist was shocked by how fast I ran in. I felt a bit bad but gave her the note anyway. She read it, her face turned serious, and she went to the back at once. She returned in about three minutes and held out her hand.
”This is an urgent request from the guild chief. Please check.”
”Yes.”
I took her hand and received the materials from her inventory. After checking that everything on the note was correct, I thanked her and ran back to the commercial district.
”I’m back!”
”That fast, nen!?”
I braked hard, almost scraping the ground, and the chief threw a tsukkomi at me. I didn’t get why.
”I’ll start at once… oh, we need to move the stalls.”
”Leave it to us! Alright, let’s do it!”
The stall group moved right away. The chief also helped move the stalls to safe spots. I called out the golem (magic doll) team from my inventory. As they cleaned the empty space, I marked each stall’s spot with numbers so we could put them back after the festival. I also put the same number tags on each stall.
With the place clear, it was time for my Crafting skill. I took out the materials and built it all at once. I did not add any extra tricks this time; I used pure Crafting, since this stage truck idea did not exist in this world. Turning my image straight into form was faster.
I added wheels to help it move and built a base on top. The walls could fold and would support sound and light. The ceiling had a double layer so it could guard against sudden rain. The side walls could drop like ropes to help with special acts. For now, it was done.
I tested the moving parts a few times. When everything worked, I looked at the guild chief.
”It’s done.”
”Too fast, nen!?”
The guild chief looked like he carried the cosmos behind him. I still didn’t get why.
”A-amazing… We can really perform on a stage like this?”
”When it’s closed, the design looks like the stalls. I hope it blends in like part of the town’s tradition.”
”Thanks! I’m so excited!”
A performer who seemed like their leader grabbed my hand and shook it up and down with a big smile. His joy made me happy too.
The stall owners came to look next.
”Can we put a sign on it when it’s closed?”
”As long as it’s not too heavy.”
”Then—”
The stall leader wanted a sign that meant “star actor”. It made the stage look even more like a stall. I painted the outside with a wood pattern to match.
”Tatara-han, can ya make this too, nen?”
The chief showed me another drawing. It was a long rectangle platform about fifteen centimeters tall. I could make one, but I had an idea: I drew a plan for several square blocks that could be stacked and stored, and also used in many ways. When I explained, the chief agreed, so I made the new version.
We set the blocks as an extension of the stage. This would let performers go closer to the crowd. I also crafted short railings about fifty centimeters high to place at the edge. I explained they were to stop the crowd from climbing up and to keep performers from falling by mistake. Everyone agreed.
The inside of the stage would be set up by the performers and the guild later. The chief and I left the area. We waved back at the happy performers and stall owners, then walked to the guild together.
”Really, thank you, Tatara-han.”
”No, I had fun making the stage container, so it’s fair.”
The chief hummed like he might start singing. I smiled and told him I also enjoyed crafting with everyone’s ideas. Like with Mia, working together was very fun.
”So, why did you call me today?”
The guild chief blinked, as if he had just remembered. Maybe the trouble earlier filled his head.
”Right, nen. I forgot. I called ya because I want ya to make something, yo.”
So it was a request job. What could he want me to make directly?
”A keisan-ki. Do ya know what I mean, nen?”
”Yes, I do.”
There were many kinds of calculators. In my time, the electric one was most common, but the soroban was also a calculator. In this world, pocket calculators were not common yet. Even airships were run with magic spell formulas instead of computers. Made no sense.
”The one from Hizuru you know, Tatara-han. If ya can get one, I want it, nen.”
”You mean a soroban?”
”Yes, that one.”
I did not have one. I knew Hizuru had them, but I had never seen one for real. Still, I remembered it from a past story where a girl from the Torakuma family used it with her home budget book.
”I don’t have one, but I can make it. I’ll make it when we reach the guild.”
”Thank you.”
”By the way, how many digits should it handle? Maybe thirteen?”
”Give that one to the finance head. Ten digits is enough for us, yo.”
”No, a soroban needs an odd number of digits.”
”Oh, does it, nen?”
I gave a number at random and got a plain reply, but for the structure, the digit count had to be odd.
I should give the finance head a gift later—maybe Ichika’s special stomach medicine and a soroban.
While we talked, we reached the guild before I knew it. We entered together, and the receptionist who had given me the materials smiled the moment she saw the chief.
”Ah, guild chief!”
She spoke with energy, but I felt a little panic from her. Why?
”A young man with your sign took a lot of materials just a short while ago… and…?”
”Oh, hello.”
The receptionist saw me standing next to the chief, and her voice faded. Well, it must be strange to see the guy who just ran off with supplies return with the boss.
”Eh, what?”
”Oh, the sign he had was mine, nen. I asked him to take the materials fast because I needed something made, yo.”
”I-I see… but he only just left…”
”Tatara-han’s Crafting speed is not normal, nen.”
It seemed I was being treated like some weird thing again. At this point, Tatara had become a verb, so I just accepted it.
”But he came here only about thirty minutes ago?”
”He ran there and back in five minutes, nen. Explorers are too fast, yo.”
”Even then, the Crafting time was far too short…”
”He’s Tatara-han, nen.”
Anyway, I wanted to finish the chief’s request.
”Right, I called ya for something. Let’s talk in my office. If ya need anything, say so, nen?”
”Yes!”
The chief cut the talk and took me to his office. Since it was the soroban he asked for, I would make it quickly.
His office felt a bit like the City Mayor’s. There was nothing flashy, but the room had calm furniture and felt very comfortable. Still, I could tell the items were high quality. Even if they looked simple, I could see they were valuable pieces. I guessed it was a way to test guests’ eyes, since he dealt with outside “visitors” in a different way from the Foreign Affairs Chief.
”Come, Tatara-han, sit, sit!”
He pointed to a sofa likely used for meetings. When I sat, I sank a little—it was very high-class. A quick Appraisal showed it was made from dragon wing membrane. How much did that cost?
”Alright, can ya start, nen?”
”Sure. Can I use my own materials?”
”Is that okay, nen?”
”Well, I’ve asked you for help with Aarem and other hard things.”
I said that and took out mithril (magic metal), the material I had most of. Its “ore words” were purity and sincerity, if I remembered right.
Since the chief showed such sincerity in his trade, I felt this fit best.
”Eh, wait—”
I ignored the chief’s surprise and split the mithril ingot with Crafting. Oops—I used three ingots without thinking. Now it could handle twenty-three digits… oh well. I made the frame, beams, rods, and beads. I drilled holes for the rods, set them in, fixed them with Crafting, placed one top bead on each rod, then placed four lower beads, fixed the bottom, and marked the place points every three digits.
When I tested it, all beads moved fine. The soroban was done.
”Here, chief. It got bigger than planned, but how is it?”
”‘How is it’… you say…”
He reached out very slowly, as if the soroban might bite. Why so scared? It was much cheaper than the dragon wing sofa he was sitting on.
He took it and slid the beads to test the movement.
”…Tatara-han, do ya know how to use it, nen?”
”Only a little.”
I had only learned the basics in primary school in my past life. I could only teach simple addition and subtraction. Maybe I should ask my mother-in-law for help.
I taught him the names of the parts and the correct posture. If I remembered right, it helped you work long without getting tired. Then I explained the place points and simple adding and taking away.
”Sorry, I don’t know how to do times and divide.”
”It’s fine, nen. If ya repeat adding and taking away, ya can do it, yo.”
That was like a computer using simple steps. Slow, but sure.
The chief took some papers and started using the soroban right away. At first he moved slow while taking notes, but soon his speed grew. Wow, that was fast.
In about fifteen minutes, he finished the stack of papers. He checked his notes and seemed to recall something. Did he just redo old balance sheets?
”…Yes, it gives very correct results, nen.”
”Um, were those old balance sheets?”
”Yes, yo. When the guild staff do it, results differ a lot, nen. But with this, one person can get almost perfect answers. This is good, yo.”
I understood why he wanted a calculator. Why had this world never made one? Too much pride, a different culture… or magic?
”If you like, I can ask the princess at my home if she knows someone who can teach deeper soroban skills.”
”…Can ya, nen?”
”I’ll check, but I don’t know if she can teach.”
”That’s fine. If there’s a practice book too, that helps, nen.”
”That’s true. You learn faster by doing problems.”
”Oh, Tatara-han gets it, nen!”
We had a common point, so the talk got lively. Maybe we fit well. I used to read old books for archaeology, and the chief had solved many practice problem books back in school. Sharing wins and fails was fun, and we kept talking.
After some time, a soft knock came, and a woman entered. I was sure she was the chief’s secretary.
”Guild chief, may I speak with you?”
”Ah, yes. What is it, nen?”
She looked at me for a moment with an uneasy face. Well, after what happened before, I understood. She took a breath and gave her report.
”There is a part of the account book that doesn’t match, so we need help…”
”Alright, nen. Since when, yo?”
”Three days ago—”
Since it turned into work talk, I tried not to listen. It might be about private accounts, and I was not meant to know.
”I see. Let’s check the books together, nen.”
”Yes, then.”
The chief took the copy of the account book from his secretary, placed it on his desk, and set the soroban ready… right in front of me.
”Wait—”
Both the secretary and I spoke at the same time. You should not do that with an outsider here. I felt like my mind synced with hers at four hundred percent. Then the chief turned to her and said:
”Bring the same for Tatara-han too, nen.”
”What?”
”Hurry, yo.”
”Y-yes!?”
”Hold on!?”
It sounded like the chief had lost his mind.
”An outsider like me shouldn’t see this!”
”Tatara-han.”
He looked at me calmly. His eyes, usually soft and almost closed, opened just a little, showing his blue gaze.
”Tatara-han, will ya betray us, nen?”
”I have no plan to betray you, or the City Mayor, or this whole Whirlwind. But if someone brainwashes me or tortures me, I might talk!”
”As long as ya fear that, I will trust ya, nen.”
His voice was gentle, but the full trust wrapped around my heart like a chain. I felt I had seen a bit of how he held people’s hearts.
”It’s only a small mistake in the books, nen. As long as no one is stealing, ya don’t need to worry, yo.”
”…Alright. I’ll only help with the numbers, okay?”
”That’s the spirit, nen!”
He looked so happy that I smiled a little. I took out my magic word processor. It didn’t have a calculator, but if I lined up the numbers, I could do the math myself. Using the memo would stop mistakes.
I typed the data from the papers the secretary brought, made a list, grouped the numbers by sales time, then worked out the cost and discounts. I put the discount part aside for the chief or the secretary to confirm later. I focused on sorting the sales.
Soon, something felt wrong. The numbers were off. The money taken and the money paid didn’t match. And the number was off by the same amount every time.
”…The price of the goods is wrong?”
”Why do ya think so, nen?” the chief asked. His face had grown serious.
”I split sales by time. The difference is the same number each time. That won’t happen unless something is priced wrong.”
”Too much or too little, nen?”
”Too much. But the final money is less than the sales. That can’t happen unless someone is pocketing it.”
”…If you say so, I must check, yo.”
He showed me his numbers. They matched mine. The missing money reached tens of thousands. That was big.
”Tatara-han, what do ya think, nen?”
”I think it’s stealing. I don’t know the guild inside, so I can’t say more. But I don’t want to believe someone under you would do that.”
The truth was, I really didn’t want to think so. People could lose their way, even good ones.
”Thank you, Tatara-han. Your help stops here, nen.”
”Yes… that’s true.”
I was an outsider. I should not go deeper.
”Don’t make that face, nen.”
”But now you have to doubt someone you trusted. That must hurt.”
”Even so, taking care of this is the job of a leader, nen.”
He spoke with a soft smile.
”When ya become Chief Crafter one day, you will face many things like this, nen. But remember. As long as you stay right, we are on your side, yo.”
As long as I stayed true, the chief and the City Mayor would stand with me. I must never break that trust. I promised myself to stay sincere.
”And I will stand with you, chief, as long as you stay right. I’m still young and not very strong, but I’ll help as much as I can.”
”Yes, but don’t overdo it, nen.”
He said that very firmly. Why did he look so serious about that?
He had work to do now, so he sent me out of the room.
I suddenly took out a mithril ingot and used Crafting. Since the merchant guild believed in a trade god, maybe I could make it here. I pictured the chief as the best trader I knew, then pictured the trade god beyond him. The shape that formed was a statue of a smiling man like Ebisu. He was round and held toys and study tools for children. He used wealth to give chances to those in need. That was the trade god’s way. It might be rude to make a god statue, but if the guild had none, this was all I had.
I prayed alone for the chief and the guild. Then someone with a strange air came from the front. A wide hat, a round body, thin smiling eyes, and a calm warmth like the chief’s. He made you want to trust him.
He stopped before me, bowed once, and left. I remembered feeling this same otherworldly air before.
”…Huh?”
The statue in my hand was gone. What happened?
Still confused, I stepped outside.
The sun had set, the moon was high, and its light fell on me as I walked. I stopped when I felt someone ahead.
About fifty meters away stood a tall, thin man. His red cloak shone in the dark. He wore a black suit with a wide hat. Dark glasses hid his eyes.
”Good evening. Don’t you think the moon is lovely tonight?”
A low, silky voice I knew. It sounded amused, and danger rang in my mind.
Why?
I knew.
The sword in my inventory trembled as if laughing.
”It’s a fine moon, but my mood is terrible.”
I answered the man. I truly meant it.
”Don’t say that, Tatara Julon.”
His mouth curved like a crescent moon, showing sharp fangs.
”I longed to meet you, my dear foe. My fate.”
He was the king of the faraway land of vampires.
The “Immortal King” I once fought to the death stood before me.
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A mis-click wiped out around eleven hundred characters at one point. I almost quit writing, but thank goodness for auto-save. Really, thanks to the system. …A bonus scene:
After the earnest young man left, the guild chief let out a long breath. He wondered if he had kept his mask on well enough. Still, he felt a bit of pride for managing it.
Tatara Julon. A kind, sincere young man with outstanding skill and dedication.
”He’s really hard to deal with, nen…”
He was too straight, too pure—completely unlike the world the chief lived in. Deep inside, the chief disliked dealing with him. It reminded him of his own young, idealistic self, and when faced with that mirror of the past, he couldn’t help wanting to look cool. He never wanted to appear as a pathetic adult in front of Tatara. Even if he was dirty now, he refused to stain the admiration in the boy’s eyes. Tatara’s habit of turning people into “heroes” was extremely difficult to handle.
That was why, at his core, the merchant guild chief struggled with Tatara Julon.
The chief hadn’t noticed the faint smile on his face when a soft knock came.
”Enter.”
His voice was nothing like how he spoke with Tatara. Cold, sharp, without the usual country accent. Tatara would probably question if it was the same person.
But this was his true working self.
Two people entered. One was his excellent secretary. The other was a well-dressed woman in her mid-thirties—clearly guild staff.
”So, do you know why you’re here?”
”N-no, um…”
Her vague answer earned a click of the chief’s tongue. Though he worked in trade and had learned patience, by nature he was quick-tempered and easily started fights. His precious “hero time” had been interrupted, and Tatara’s concerned face flashed through his mind—if she made him snap, fists could fly.
”This is the account from three days ago. We got a report of something odd. We recalculated, and as expected, when buying and selling a certain item, the money is off by tens of thousands. And the cash in the register came out normal, but the recorded sales are far higher. Makes no sense, right?”
”Y-yes…”
Cold sweat dripped down the woman’s face as her eyes darted around.
”You handled the register that day. Explain this abnormal money flow.”
”T-that, um—”
”I told you to explain. Did you not hear me?”
His quiet voice crushed her like a hammer.
”The guild survives on the trust of the people of this city. One careless act can destroy that trust and tear us apart. Do you get that?”
”I-I…”
”Some crafters and shops already bypass us by hiring explorers directly, or diving for rare materials themselves.”
Tatara Julon’s face came to mind. The only crafter forbidden from freely trading high-tier materials. A lone shop owner whose new materials and unknown tech could destroy every shop in the city if unrestricted. The mithril soroban he made so casually—the chief allowing that proved how highly he valued him. And that mithril was “no big deal” to him.
”Some materials out there are too valuable for us to handle. But thanks to you, we lost the trust of shops that should’ve brought business to us. Understand?”
Tatara’s voice echoed in his memory:
’When I was a kid, I tried to buy iron, but they mocked me. Ever since then, I avoided coming here.’
Tatara had said it like a joke. He lacked iron during exploration and mentioned casually that he hadn’t bought from the guild since. The chief had thought it was foolish—until he realized the deep impression it left. For Tatara, until the disaster relief efforts, the guild was a place of mockery. The chief had drunk strong liquor that night, but even that could not dull his anger—at himself.
Other shopkeepers and crafters with ties to the chief shared similar stories. They could trust him personally, but the “organization” of the guild was feared and avoided.
”Your trash-level embezzlement will cost us not hundreds but thousands of times more in losses. But you won’t understand that, will you?”
He slammed a fist on the desk. The woman shrank back, choosing silence, as if silence would save her.
”Say something, you thief.”
”B-but… I didn’t have enough money!”
”So you stole!?”
Guild salaries were high—specifically to prevent embezzlement. About one and a half times the pay of other public institutions. Working for the guild was considered elite—better than the central government.
”What you did is common theft. Understand!?”
”B-but my living expenses—”
”If you stopped ordering high-class capital brand goods and visiting male escorts, you’d have more than enough! Know your place, you fool!”
The chief thought of Tatara again, who set his patent fees absurdly low so the items would spread throughout the city. Even when someone tried to raise the fee for his benefit, he shut it down with pressure. Terrifying—but thanks to that, products like the flytrap and sticky-paper spread everywhere.
And this woman, who earned more than Tatara’s patent income, claimed she “didn’t have enough” and resorted to theft. It was unforgivable.
”You will repay it. Now.”
”I-I can’t get that kind of money…”
”You burned through tens of thousands in three days… is your brain rotten?”
The heat in his eyes froze to ice. He turned to the secretary.
”Call the vigilante corps and hand her over. Use my bird-type golem. Use the fastest method.”
”Understood.”
”No!?”
The secretary’s calm answer and the woman’s scream overlapped.
The chief looked at her as if she were an insect.
”You brought this on yourself. We’ll seize your assets.”
”You can’t do that—!”
”You think what you did wasn’t outrageous?”
”If the guild paid more, I wouldn’t have—!”
”You just exposed yourself. Plenty live correctly with less than you.”
”Why… I’m a woman!?”
”And?”
He considered how to dispose of this self-pitying parasite. Reporting her to the vigilante corps was a given. Then the Judicial Department would authorize asset seizure. If she couldn’t repay, her blood relatives would shoulder the debt. The ruthless businessman in him listed methods to break her completely.
”Being a woman has nothing to do with it. You take responsibility for your own actions. You’re a person, aren’t you?”
His words made the woman snap. As she tried to lash out, he sighed and signaled his childhood friend in the vigilante corps.
Notes:
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi. Virgincest⚠️, becomes pregnant immediately.
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name. Oni warrior.
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