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I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 15

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I killed the Demon King. It was a mistake.

Chapter 15

Caesar headed straight for the roof as soon as he arrived at the hotel.

-I recommend doing it in the bathroom or somewhere that can get dirty before using it. Your skin will peel and waste products will come out.

Not sure how much waste would come out, but it seemed better to do it on the roof than in the bathroom. It would probably be easier to clean up too.

“Don’t let anyone in until I come out.”

“Yes, understood.”

“That includes Ramsky.”

“Understood.”

Caesar sat on the roof in his underwear.

“Phew…”

New drugs are always nerve-wracking.

Caesar wrapped a rubber band around his forearm to make the veins bulge, then inserted the syringe.

Along with the feeling of the cold solution flowing in, Caesar’s body had an immediate reaction.

Caesar’s aura, muscles, skin, and bones all reacted simultaneously, moving abnormally in ways Caesar hadn’t intended.

Crack! Crackle!

‘Fuck! He didn’t say it would hurt this much!’

Do you know the feeling of bones shattering and reconnecting, muscles tearing and reattaching?

This could just as well be considered torture.

“Nnnngh…”

It really hurt like hell, but Caesar endured it.

He had experienced this level of pain many times while living as Barre.

There were times when a goddamn mage miscalculated coordinates and an explosion spell went off right in front of him.

There were times when a goddamn artillery fired shells over his head.

And finally, he even saw someone put a bullet in the back of his head.

‘Come to think of it, I don’t remember being beaten up by demons that much.’

Even during the battle with the Demon King, the Demon King showed mercy in his actions towards Barre.

He summoned swords and axes to throw at Yan and Mitchell and beat them up badly, but he deliberately just kicked Barre.

To think I would smash the head of such a kind Demon King.

‘…Let’s leave out the word ‘kind’. It still grinds my gears when I think about how much I suffered because of him.’

Anyway, the point is, I’m used to pain.

Caesar endured and endured until his teeth were about to break.

Drip… Drip!.

Blood flowed from Caesar’s nose and seeped from his teeth as he endured the pain.

How long did he endure?

When Caesar opened his eyes, the sun was setting.

“Phew… I almost died.”

Caesar examined his body.

As Smir had said, Caesar’s skin was raised like snake skin shedding.

It looked like dead skin that had been baked in the sun for too long during a summer vacation at the beach.

Caesar peeled off the molted skin attached to his body.

Arms, legs, and torso were fine, but it was difficult to remove from areas with dense hair like the scalp and eyebrows.

He’d have to soak those in water to remove them.

“It’s definitely improved.”

His skin feels very elastic.

How should I describe this feeling?

A feeling of rejuvenation, perhaps?

Somehow the world seems clearer, and he can hear things he couldn’t hear before.

-Lord Caesar said not to let anyone in.

-Hey! Step aside!

-If you hadn’t made contact in advance, it really wouldn’t be possible.

He could hear several people talking outside the door.

Originally, he would have needed to enhance his hearing with aura to hear this, but now he could hear it just by being still.

Caesar opened the door for now.

“What’s going on?”

When he opened the door, hoteliers were blocking the door, and behind them, men in suits filled the roof stairs.

The hoteliers looked relieved.

“L-Lord Caesar! These people wish to see you.”

“Who are these people?”

“Well…”

The man at the front thrust his business card between the faces of the hoteliers and said in a loud voice.

“I am Usher, the sales team leader of Giselle Company! We’ve come to purchase the gold you brought from the demon realm!”

After that, several people pulled out their business cards and reached out their hands.

“I’m Charles, the vice president of P&G Company! That gold you brought from the demon realm! If you sell it exclusively to us, we’ll pay 20% more than other companies!”

“I’m Connor, an aide from Hicks’ office! Congressman Hicks would like to meet you…”

The sight of hands reaching out between the hoteliers looked like a scene from a zombie movie.

They all look like crazy people obsessed with money.

Caesar reached out and plucked the business cards from the people handing them out.

“First, give me all your business cards, and let’s talk after I eat dinner because I’m hungry.”

“Lord Caesar, it’s not dinner time now, it’s morning.”

What? Did I stay up all night?

Wasn’t that the sunset?

“Anyway, let’s talk after I eat and wash up.”

***

After finishing his meal, Caesar took out the bunch of business cards.

Distribution companies, jewelry companies, mining companies, loan companies, quite diverse.

Even a congressman’s office came.

The common point was that they all wanted to somehow score big by sweet-talking the naive Caesar.

-What? You want to check directly without going through me?

-No, just let me keep the business cards at least. They’re potential customers for my gold, I should get familiar with their faces.

-There are many among them who are not of good quality. It would be better if you only met those I recommend…

-Just do as I say. And don’t worry, I have no intention of dealing with them directly without going through you anyway.

The reason Caesar wanted to meet these people directly was that he wanted to see how the Homigraph people thought of him.

Through these guys, he would be able to gauge his social position quite objectively.

‘I can’t be caught off guard like with Kelvin Brothers.’

Caesar used psychometry on each business card.

How much time had passed?

Caesar could classify these guys into three categories.

First, those who were trying to fleece the naive Caesar.

-This novice has so much gold? We must buy it at a dirt-cheap price.

-Damn, why are there so many competitors! Is there some information I don’t know?

-If I tell the boss I can’t close this deal, he’s really going to beat me up…

-Damn, should I raise the price?

Those who genuinely wanted to trade with Caesar.

-At this rate, it might end up at The Biz auction.

-According to what’s known, the magic content of gold from the demon realm is at least 0.4% or higher. Could this be the same?

-They said there was magic silver too, should we contract for that as well?

Those with ulterior motives.

-If I make this novice my son-in-law, my social status will skyrocket. Hahaha!

-If I could make a wandering knight my bodyguard, I wouldn’t envy the nobles!

-Damn, I should at least give him my card and come back later. It seems impossible to entice him with money.

Through this bunch of business cards, Caesar could confirm his position.

While the public praised him as Homigraph’s axe or whatever, from the perspective of bankers and wealthy individuals, Caesar was nothing more or less than a golden goblin ripe for the picking.

In fact, only 3 people had come to conduct normal business.

Of course, even their intentions might change after actually talking with them.

In contrast, 28 people had come with impure intentions.

Among them, the most infuriating one was this guy.

[Gold Stamp Loan Company

President Dominic Wood]

This bastard is not a banker or a wealthy individual, but the underboss of the Bloody Gold Family.

Caesar used psychometry again.

-Damn, I should at least give him my card and leave. It seems impossible to entice him with money like the police.

-I should arrange for a famous magazine actor to accompany him.

-By the way, I heard Parker Bank has a lot of magic gold in stock… I should subtly suggest we do some work on it.

-Or we could rob him during the transaction.

In short, he was trying to bribe Caesar to make him a pro-mafia force.

If this guy had said this in front of Caesar, his head would have flown off.

Caesar picked up the phone.

“General Manager, I’ll meet one person per day that I designate, so tell everyone waiting downstairs to leave.”

He had a general idea of what these guys were thinking through their business cards, but he felt he needed to know more about how the world was turning.

-Yes, understood. When do you plan to start the interviews?

“I’m a bit tired today, so let’s start tomorrow morning.”

-Yes. Understood.

“Ah, tell them to bring a gift without fail when they come.”

Caesar decided to sleep peacefully now.

He was tired from staying up all night.

***

Two weeks passed like that.

During that time, Caesar grew a lot, both physically and mentally.

First of all, the elixir given by Professor Smir had an unbelievably good effect.

“Now I can lift it.”

His strength had grown to the point where he could lift Wilderness with pure muscle power, which previously required aura just to barely lift.

Of course, swinging it was still impossible, but it didn’t matter since there was no reason to use Wilderness while living as Caesar.

Next was the durability test.

Bang-!

Caesar shot a revolver at his thigh.

The bullet that hit Caesar’s thigh bounced off and flew into the sky.

“Ow, shit, it hurts!”

It hurt like hell, but even though he was shot at point-blank range, his skin only bruised without being penetrated.

His durability had clearly increased.

Lastly…

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh.

He could now deploy ‘Noisy Silence’ to a satisfactory level.

Although the weapon being an axe still had the disadvantage of slow speed, it had considerable destructive power in return.

Of course, it was still far from the level Caesar wanted, but that was okay.

Time was on Caesar’s side.

Clang-!

The roof door opened.

The fact that it opened without Caesar’s request meant that a very important person had arrived.

Caesar looked towards the door.

There stood an old man in a gray suit with snow-white hair neatly combed back, along with Ramsky.

Ramsky was looking at Caesar with a very anxious expression.

The old man looked at Caesar confidently and offered a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Lord Caesar. I’m Usher Parker, a current member of the Homigraph parliament.”

Parker is the name of the family that owns Parker Bank.

What brings this esteemed gentleman here?

Caesar examined the old man’s appearance.

Despite being an old man leaning on a cane, his energy was no joke.

It seems one needs to exude that level of aura to become a member of parliament.

Caesar grasped back with his calloused hand.

“I’m Caesar Sylvatil. Nice to meet you.”

Caesar used psychometry.

-So this is the guy who sucked my blood-like money.

-He dares to ignore my contact and make me come up to a place like this?

-If it weren’t for the gold deposited in Parker Bank, he’d be nothing…

‘This guy looks down on me too.’

It’s really pitiful, so pitiful.

“You seem to have been eating and sleeping well. Your skin looks very fair.”

“Thanks to you.”

You can see the veins popping on the old man’s forehead.

You’ll die of high blood pressure like that, grandpa.

“So what are you planning to do with that gold?”

“This doesn’t seem like the place to discuss such matters.”

“I’ve been patient for a long time. And unlike you, I don’t even have time for a cup of tea.” Usher growled in a low voice. “I believe Parker Bank has shown Lord Caesar much favor. So we hope you’ll respond to the favor we’ve shown.”

“In other words, sell the gold?”

“That’s right.”

“I will sell it. But not now.”

Crack-

Veins popped on Usher’s forehead again.

“Then when do you plan to sell it?”

“Do I look that desperate to you?”

“You must have the luxury of time since you’re living comfortably on Parker Bank’s money. Isn’t that right?”

“Oh. That’s not entirely wrong.”

The cane in his hand trembles.

If I provoke him more, he might explode like a bomb… But it seems he didn’t buy his parliamentary seat with money, as he shows extreme patience and opens his mouth.

“Magic gold is a strategic asset designated by the empire. It’s the second most important material after magic stones in artifact production. In short, in an emergency situation, we could requisition all of your gold in the vault and shove it into the magic tower.”

“Oh ho. And?”

Usher glared at Caesar with an expression of someone craving a cigarette.

“You seem unaware of the current situation. A week ago, a train carrying magic gold to Homigraph was attacked by outlaws and delayed.”

“There’s been a disruption in the order of siege artifacts to be used immediately in the demon realm war. The Homigraph parliament can force you to sell magic gold at a designated price. The empire is at war now, after all.”

The long-winded explanation boils down to one conclusion.

“So you’re going to requisition my gold?”

“A meeting will be held the day after tomorrow morning. I’ve been blocking it until now, but I can’t hold out any longer.” Usher growled with bloodshot eyes. “So answer now. Will you sell today? Or will you have it taken from you?”

Caesar looked at Ramsky.

Ramsky shook his head.

It means to sell without condition.

“I won’t sell.”

“Then there’s no choice. You’ve made a big mistake.”

“Don’t you want to hear the reason?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? You’re enjoying your idle life. But that ends today.”

“No. It’s because you lied to me.”

“…What?”

Usher looked at him as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“First, although the train carrying magic gold was attacked, the current gold storage at the magic tower is sufficient. So there’s no need to sell immediately.”

“Do you have evidence for this?”

“Two weeks ago, I received certification from the Valentine Magic Tower. When I requested a price assessment for 10 gold coins and 10 silver coins from the Valentine Magic Tower, they said they had no reason to buy a large amount of gold right away. However, it was sufficient for research value, so they set the quantity to buy and the appropriate price.” Caesar held up one finger. “Gold is 1,000 del per gram, and silver is 95 del per gram. They said they want to buy about 1kg of magic gold first.”

Usher’s bloodshot eyes turn to Ramsky.

“Don’t look at Ramsky like that. It hasn’t been officially traded yet because I haven’t sold it.”

“…I heard you would conduct all gold transactions through Parker Bank?”

“That’s why I didn’t sell, right? Am I not allowed to check the market price separately?”

You must have nothing to say.

No, you probably didn’t even think of it.

Did you imagine that a stupid knight who only knows how to crack heads would be going around gathering information?

“Second, you’ve never blocked the requisition agenda. I’m aware that a week ago, the Homigraph parliament proposed a requisition agenda. The proposer of that agenda was Congressman Himik from the Homi faction.”

“…”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know, Congressman Parker. That agenda was rejected by 55 votes from the Sapien faction. But you cast a vote in favor. This means you didn’t protect me.”

“How… Did you know that?”

“You probably haven’t met my financial proxy yet, but he’s running around sweating right now. I have ears and eyes too, you know.”

In reality, although Caesar regularly exchanged letters with Harrison, this information wasn’t provided by Harrison.

It was the result of Caesar meeting people from various fields over the past two weeks, compiling information they had hidden deep in their hearts.

And crucially, Caesar’s life as a spy spans over three years.

Do you think I wouldn’t know whether a knife or a flower is coming to my neck right now?

If I were to fall for this level of trickery, I would have been caught and killed during the demon realm war long ago.

“Lastly, third, the parliament won’t convene until the day after tomorrow. Many members have left Homigraph to mourn the victims of the train accident you mentioned.” Caesar looked down at Usher with a cold gaze. “The newspapers may be praising me as Homigraph’s axe, but I know that at least you see me as a fattened cow.”

“…”

“You probably thought you could fleece me without any consequences since I’m a wandering knight with no lord to serve, an illegitimate son from a marginal Viscount family, and without any backing. But if you thought I’d be that easy to take advantage of, you’re greatly mistaken. I have hidden cards too.”

“…Do you have such things?”

“Do you want to know?”

Caesar beckoned to Usher with his finger.

Usher instinctively drew closer to Caesar, pulled in.

Caesar whispered in Usher’s ear.

“Why would I tell you that? Are you an idiot?”

“Wh-What?!”

“If you wanted to cut my throat, you should have subdued me completely and drawn your knife. You damn old man.”

He was suddenly flustered.

It seems he’s never been sworn at in his life.

Then I should do it more.

Caesar grabbed the back of Usher’s neck and said,

“Old man. I still don’t know exactly why you cast that vote in favor. Parker Bank would make more profit if the gold is sold at a higher price.”

Caesar used psychometry while he was flustered.

Then, fragments of his inner thoughts came through.

-During the transaction… Switch the gold…

Well, well.

The greed of these capitalists really knows no bounds.

Well, given that the price difference between the magic gold Caesar has and regular magic gold is tenfold, it would be strange if they weren’t greedy.

But understanding doesn’t mean forgiveness.

I want to bury my axe in this bastard’s head right now, but for Ramsky’s sake, I decided to hold back on that much.

“But know that if you mess with my gold, you’ll all die.”

Caesar left the rooftop just like that.


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I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean
[Congratulations on seeing all the endings of the Valent Saga.] [From now on, you can select the hidden origin ‘Demon Race’.] I was transmigrated into a Demon after falling into the game world and a whole 3 years have passed. The nameless Allied Forces soldier, Mil of the Sky Knight Order, Barbarian Knight Barre. And the doppelganger and spy of the Demon King's army, Seo-han, are all me. But I... "Y- you, what the heck... Bam!" I ended up blowing off the Demon King's head. Huh? This isn't right.

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