I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 42

I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

Chapter 42

The next day.

After finishing his dawn training, Caesar headed straight to Sapientia.

‘Finally, I’m getting the elixir.’

When he fought Bradley, he felt it clearly – pursuing a hybrid knight  made everything ambiguous.

It’s not as powerful as the classic knight, not as sturdy as the tank knight, and not as fast as the technique knight.

It’s really mediocre, and without using Berserk, the destructive power isn’t satisfactory, which is very frustrating.

‘If I hadn’t lived as Barre, I wouldn’t be this frustrated.’

When living as Barre, there was truly nothing that couldn’t be done if you set your mind to it.

Want to cross a mountain?

Just leap a few times.

Want to break through a castle?

Just take all the attacks and destroy the castle gate.

After living a high-level life and starting again from the bottom, it feels like eating a mouthful of sweet potatoes – utterly frustrating.

‘Not being able to regularly receive elixirs is the biggest problem.’

When living as Barre, elixirs arrived almost every day.

Magic herbs were so common they could be used as toilet paper in emergencies, and the livers or hearts of unique creatures growing in the demon realm would fall before Barre, so it was just a matter of shoving them into your mouth indiscriminately.

‘Well, that was a special case.’

Honestly, even now it’s not normal.

Originally, elixirs or potions were something knights might get to taste once in their lifetime.

Drinking them almost once a month is certainly far from the normal growth path of a knight.

Still, the process of directly procuring elixirs or manufacturing them into potions for maximum efficiency was a bit inconvenient.

Lost in thought, he arrived at the Valentine Magic Tower.

“You can board the elevator right away.”

These are automatic doors now that fame has increased.

There was no need to bother identifying himself and stating his purpose like before.

Caesar headed to Professor Smir’s lab, feeling his popularity.

Ding.

“Still the same.”

As the elevator doors opened, a foul air assaulted Caesar’s lungs.

“You’ve become quite famous.”

“If it’s reached your ears, I guess I have become famous.”

“No. I had to know because the magic tower side kept asking about you annoyingly.”

“That’s being famous.”

“Your luck seems to have gotten worse too.”

“Just me? Anyway, where’s the potion?”

“Here it is.”

Smir handed Caesar a small vial.

“Huh? Just this one?”

“Yes. That one is enough. The additional cost is 100,000 Del.”

“What?! You need 100,000 more Del here?”

“Yes. The effect will be that good.”

This is another thing that would make Harrison grab the back of his neck.

Caesar put the potion in his pocket and said,

“Let’s talk about money later. Can you tell me what functions are in it?”

“It has the function of enhancing your aura sense as you wanted. Additionally, it will increase your overall aura quantity. Besides that, it includes various enhancements like strength improvement, reaction speed improvement, and so on.”

It’s fortunate since the lack of aura quantity was a problem.

“Are there any precautions when taking it? I hope you didn’t leave out that it’s extremely painful like last time.”

“Handle any urgent matters before use, and fast for at least two days, even abstaining from drinking.”

“…Why?”

“Because the moment you use it, you’ll fall into a near-death state for at least a week. A lot of waste will also be expelled, so it’s better to take off all your clothes if possible.”

“By near-death state, you mean almost dead, right? What if I die?”

“You’ll be fine unless someone forcibly twists your magic circuits or uses magic on you.”

“Wait, I don’t understand. People usually die if they don’t drink water for a week. If I fast for two days, don’t eat or drink, and fall into a near-death state for a week, won’t I die?”

Smir frowned and said,

“Don’t worry about such trivial things.”

“How is that trivial! Besides, knights have a high basal metabolic rate, so they starve to death if they don’t eat for a few days!”

Is this guy in his right mind or not?

It could have been a big problem if I hadn’t asked.

“Then receive care in the recovery room of the Royder Order.”

“That’s not possible.”

Ask Sister Tina to take care of my body for a week?

I might wake up with stakes all over my body.

I’d rather just commit suicide gracefully.

“Then would you like to do it here?”

“I dislike that even more.”

“Then just use it. If you’re lucky, you’ll survive.”

“You’re talking too easily since it’s not your life.”

Caesar thought for a moment and then spoke.

“How about taking it in parts?”

“Then the effect will be reduced.”

“Why did you make such a potion in the first place?”

“It turned out that way as I was making it. But if you use it, you’ll definitely feel the difference.”

I can understand why knight aspirants fall for the tricks of drug peddlers.

It’s really dangerous, but it makes you want to try it, you know?

Caesar sighed and opened his mouth.

“Alright. Then I’ll have to ask someone I can trust.”

***

Finn looked at Caesar as if he couldn’t believe it.

“So, you’re asking me to manage you so you don’t die while you lie in bed for at least a week in a near-death state after not eating or drinking for two days?”

“That’s right.”

“I won’t do it. Get out now!”

Finn tried to push Caesar away, but there was no way Caesar would budge.

“If word gets out that Sir Caesar died in my hospital, losing my medical license would be the least of my worries – I’d be stoned to death! I absolutely won’t do it!”

“If I survive, people will flock to your hospital, you know?”

“Value your life a little more, you fool!”

“But I’ll get stronger, right?”

“Arghhhh!”

Someone like Finn couldn’t break Caesar’s stubbornness, and Finn clutched his head.

“I absolutely won’t do it! Just kill me instead!”

“But didn’t a lot of patients come here thanks to me? Honestly, you’ve benefited from me too.”

“Ugh… That’s true, but…”

“So consider it repaying that debt and help me out.”

Fin sighed, sat in a chair, and tore at his hair.

“Then give me just four days. I need to hear about the drugs used from Professor Smir and prepare the necessary things. And I think I’ll have to transfer the patients in the beds to other hospitals.”

“Well, I can give you that much time. I have some things to take care of anyway.”

“Then get out now! I don’t want to see your face!”

***

Harrison said he could handle up to 5 million Del out of the 17 million Del note.

If so, adding the 2 million Del Caesar brought back to the 5 million Del would make 7 million Del, leaving 10 million Del remaining.

Then how would he handle the remaining 10 million Del?

Is there a way?

He’d have to borrow it.

The next day, Caesar headed to Parker Bank.

-They say they’ll lend you money. But Ramsky wants to meet you once.

They’re willing to lend 10 million Del at a low interest rate without much fuss.

Is it true that good people gather around good people?

He feels fortunate to have lived kindly so far.

Caesar headed to the private reception room as guided by the staff.

When the door was opened, someone different from who he expected was waiting.

“Did I come to the wrong place? I came to meet Ramsky?”

In the reception room sat Congressman Usher Parker and an unfamiliar man.

Usher opened his mouth.

“No, you came to the right place. Ramsky was busy with other matters, so we decided to meet instead.”

“No. It seems like you used Ramsky’s name because I haven’t been meeting with you well, isn’t that right?”

In fact, Caesar had been ignoring all of Usher’s meeting requests.

It was partly because Caesar had some support from Sapientia, and there was almost nothing to gain from meeting with him.

Usher’s face turned bright red.

“…Watch your mouth.”

“Watch my mouth? Why? Are you trying to block my loan? Go ahead and try. Then I’ll just say that Congressman Parker blocked my loan, so I went to another bank.”

“Do you think a 10 million Del loan comes out just like that? You…!”

Snap!

At that moment, the man sitting next to Usher tapped the table once with his left hand wearing a ring.

Usher then closed his mouth.

“You seem too excited, Uncle. Why don’t you go cool your head for a moment?”

“…I can handle this matter.”

“I know. But you seem too excited, so I’m saying go have a smoke for a moment.”

Under the unspoken pressure from the man’s eyes, Usher trembled, stood up, and brushed past Caesar.

Caesar looked at the smiling man.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, high nose, low cheekbones, and thick eyebrows.

A typical Greek appearance commonly seen in the Empire.

But matching that large ring on his left hand, he felt like he had seen him somewhere before.

The man stood up, approached Caesar, and offered a handshake.

“Sorry for the late introduction. I’m Miles Parker.”

Miles.

He thought he had seen him somewhere, and indeed he was a character that appeared in the game.

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

Caesar used psychometry.

-He’s more of a fighter than a knight.

-He’s more intuitive than rational in tearing apart his opponents.

-Uncle Usher is too hot-blooded to deal with someone like this. Ramsky would be better.

-He’s wearing comfortable casual clothes instead of a suit. It means he looks down on Ramsky.

-Having a battle of wills with someone like this would be tiring. To get what we want, it’s better to coax him gently.

-According to the information gathered so far, it can be said that Caesar’s personality changed completely before and after the demon realm war.

-There must be a reason why he changed his weapon to an axe. What could that reason be?

-He’s staring at me. I wonder why? It seems he’s judging me too. That’s a good sign. It might be a signal that he doesn’t know me well.

His thought process is incredibly fast.

At the same time, it’s meticulous.

If I were to compare, he’s like a fencer?

He quickly calculates the exact timing and angle to strike and retreat, then pokes once and runs away.

‘As expected of a named NPC, huh.’

When the Warlord Conflict scenario hits, the Empire will be divided into pieces, and many banks and financiers will go bankrupt.

But only Parker Bank manages to protect its clients’ assets almost perfectly.

That’s why Caesar stored gold and jewels in Parker Bank as soon as he arrived in Homigraph.

Then how was Parker Bank able to survive amidst the Warlord Conflict?

The game doesn’t provide an answer to this question, but if we had to pick one reason, it could be attributed to Miles’ capabilities.

Not now, but as soon as the Warlord Conflict scenario starts, this guy’s nickname becomes ‘Hidden Monarch’ or ‘Purse of the Monarchs’.

When the Warlord Conflict occurs, if a character has a certain level of fame and ability, he boldly invests and makes them his allies.

He must have protected the bank somehow through bold investments, threats, and persuasion to other ‘monarchs’ as well.

Anyway, in short, he’s not someone to be taken lightly, and if you become his enemy, it’ll be extremely troublesome.

“First, I apologize for Uncle Usher’s rudeness. It seems he got a bit excited.”

“I don’t think that’s an apology you should be making.”

“You’re right. I’ll talk to Uncle Usher later.”

Has he already got a firm grip on the Parker family?

No, it’s because he’s at a level where he can manipulate the Parker family that he was able to respond quickly when the Warlord Conflict occurred.

“Then, please sit down. Would you like some black tea?”

“That wouldn’t be bad.”

Caesar sat down.

Miles spoke while pouring the tea.

“I’ve heard you don’t like small talk much.”

“It would be good to get straight to the point.”

Miles handed Caesar the tea and then took out a contract from his briefcase.

“This is the loan contract. It states that we’ll lend you 10 million Del interest-free for 20 years.”

Miles quickly signed it and handed it to Caesar.

“Please read it and sign.”

Before looking at the contract, Caesar picked up the tea.

And he used psychometry.

-Let’s test his financial capabilities a bit.

-The more fame one gains at once, the easier it is to become arrogant, and the younger one succeeds, the less cautious they become.

‘Look at this guy.’

Every moment is a test.

But no one likes being tested.

Especially not Caesar.

Riiip.

As soon as Caesar picked up the contract, he tore it.

Miles’ eyes widened, seemingly not expecting this reaction at all.

“…What’s not to your liking?”

“I have a style of tearing up the first contract I see.”

“Pardon…?”

Caesar took out a cigar from the cigar case and said,

“When I came to Homigraph, many people came to me waving contracts and money. They all tried to tempt me with words as sweet as honey or pushed me harshly like a etiquette teacher’s cane.”

“Do you know what they said while slipping me the contract?”

Caesar lit the cigar.

“It’s all for your benefit, so sign it.”

Caesar blew out cigar smoke.

“So I tore them all up. Then the next time, they brought me contracts with even better conditions.”

I could hear his brain working furiously.

He must be thinking about what kind of person Caesar is.

The more cautious one is, the less time you should give them to think.

You have to push them all at once.

“So where’s the next contract?”

Miles calmly drank his tea before speaking.

“I’m the third son of the previous head of the family. I had two older brothers. One was 5 years older than me, and the other was 3 years older. Naturally, they entered the family business before me.”

“Life is more than 70% luck. My brothers were born with more just because they were born earlier than me. Better talent, opportunities, and wealth.”

Miles showed the gold ring engraved with the scale of energy that only the heads of the Parker family could wear.

“But in the end, I took it all. Aren’t you curious how I managed to take it all?”

Miles smiled eerily, like a fox hiding sharp canines behind soft lips.

“It’s very simple. I handed sweet fruit to my allies and made my enemies taste a painful whip. Then all the talent, opportunities, and wealth my brothers had came pouring to me.”

Miles took out a new contract.

“So this is my last sweet fruit for Sir Caesar.”

Unlike the thick loan contract filled with miscellaneous content, this was just one page.

“I ask you to make a wise choice.”

He’s really good at making chilling threats.

But Caesar wasn’t bothered by such threats.

Living as Barre, he had received so many such persuasions and threats that he was used to them.

This level is nothing.

Caesar first skimmed the contents with his eyes.

[Party Membership Application

I, Caesar Sylvatil, swear to join the Homi Party.]

“Are you telling me to abandon the Sapien Party and support the Homi Party?”

“It doesn’t really matter how you interpret it.”

What a snake.

He must be on edge right now, wondering how Caesar will react.

Caesar put down his cigar and picked up the contract.

He still couldn’t understand what this guy was thinking when he handed over the party membership application.

What is the Parker family truly aiming for?

What benefit can Caesar gain from this?

The answer lies in psychometry.

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