I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 95

I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

Chapter 95

As soon as Caesar arrived in Homigraph, the first schedule he handled was visiting the orphanage construction site.

Harrison showed every corner of the shelter where children were playing.

“This place was originally a lodging where the Bloody Gold Family stayed. Currently, we’ve removed unnecessary partition walls and placed beds so children can sleep together.”

To think a mafia residence would become an orphanage.

The way the world turns is quite fascinating.

“What additional construction work needs to be done?”

“Kitchen and bathroom construction is in progress. Thanks to many citizens voluntarily coming out to help, it seems it will be completed faster than expected.”

“Not bad.”

It was genuinely good.

Currently, this temporary shelter can accommodate 150 children in total.

With the planned expansion of similar size, it should be able to house up to 300.

“How about the mutants?”

“Those who need treatment are receiving help from volunteer doctors and nurses, and for the rest, we’re working on finding them jobs.”

“Are there any who want to properly try circus work?”

“There are a few.”

“Gather those people and create a circus troupe under my name. Let’s try to make it a landmark of Homigraph.”

“Yes, understood. And…”

Harrison went on to explain additional aspects regarding finances and various business projects.

They said someone knowledgeable in welfare projects came to help, and even Caesar, who knew nothing about welfare projects, could tell things were running quite smoothly.

Of course, this won’t completely heal the wounds in the hearts of the mutants and orphans.

However, Caesar wanted them to feel, even a little bit, that with warm food and beds, the world wasn’t just cruel to them.

“Don’t forget to put my name on everything, alright?”

“I received instructions to put it everywhere.”

“Caesar Temporary Shelter with Caesar Orphanage, Caesar Circus Troupe, Caesar Employment Agency. Like that. You know what I mean?”

“The signage work is currently in progress.”

-Anyone would think you’re a complete narcissist.

-…Well, aren’t you?

With how much money was spent, isn’t this level of self-promotion acceptable?

Caesar ignored Harrison’s complaints and headed to the carriage.

“Don’t worry about money issues since most will be resolved through the sponsorship meeting with the Redfield family.”

“Yes, understood. But do you know the sponsorship meeting is tomorrow evening?”

“What? Tomorrow?”

“Yes, that’s right. Didn’t you ask to schedule it as soon as possible?”

Oh, dear world.

I’m not mentally prepared yet.

“Do I need to find another party lady again?”

“Why would you need to find one? Miss Gloria will enter with you. Both the Bellum family and Miss Gloria have invested heavily in this welfare project. And she is your disciple, Lord Caesar.”

“Gloria is okay with it?”

“Of course she is.”

-Don’t you understand Gloria’s feelings?

-It’s about time you should get married.

-The Bellum family is not a bad family either.

Caesar already knew that Gloria had feelings for him.

Of course, that makes things a bit complicated.

It’s too busy for lovey-dovey romance right now, and the world is too dangerous.

She still needs to become a knight.

Before that, we need to prepare to prevent her from being taken by the Royder Order as a saint…

With various complicated circumstances intertwined, he can’t grasp how to respond to Gloria.

“That’s… Well, alright. Then finish up well here.”

“Yes, understood. Ah, and…”

Harrison handed Caesar a small gift.

“What’s this?”

“A New Year’s gift.”

Caesar accepted it with a slight smile.

“Buy whatever you want for yourself using my account. That’s my gift to you.”

“I was thinking of getting a new suit made anyway, so I just saved some money.”

Caesar waved his hand toward Harrison.

“Though late, Happy New Year.”

***

The Caesar Foundation sponsorship meeting was smaller in scale than the previous auction party.

It was more like renting a suitable hall to share conversations over good music, food, and drinks.

They didn’t set up anything grand like trump tables.

Also, they couldn’t see Gloria taking down scammers with her shoes this time.

“…To think I’d wear clothes like this again.”

Gloria was panting, seemingly from the tight corset.

“That’s why I told you to wear comfortable clothes, why did you wear a dress?”

“I need to look pretty. That’s how we extract money from those greasy pigs.”

“…Did your language get rougher while I wasn’t seeing you?”

“I usually get a bit rough with words before fighting. You know that.”

“Gloria, we’re not going to fight, we’re going to receive sponsorship.”

“In other words, we’re going to collect money. It’s the same thing, right?”

Gloria, your hidden mafia instincts seem to be leaking out, could you stop that?

It’s making your master recall his school days.

“…Well, you’re not entirely wrong.”

“Then let’s go!”

“Alright.”

Caesar spoke to Harrison who was behind him.

“Let’s go meet Miles first. Where is he?”

“I’ll guide you.”

Caesar, Gloria, and Harrison went to find Miles.

Miles was having a conversation with people from ‘Parker Bank’ who could be called his allies, and people from the Redfield family.

When Caesar and Gloria approached, Miles said with a bright smile.

“Sir Caesar! It’s been so long. Miss Gloria, you seem to have become even more beautiful than before.”

Caesar used psychometry.

-To think he met with Lord Mitchell without going through me…

-I heard Lord Mitchell approached first…

-This is a bit troublesome.

As expected, Miles’s smile wasn’t genuine.

It must be internally dizzying to think that beyond meeting and chatting with Mitchell at the imperial palace, they’ve become close enough to jointly promote such welfare projects.

As Caesar and Mitchell get closer, the Redfield family will doubt Miles’s usefulness, and consequently, Miles’s influence over the Redfield family will diminish.

Miles would never want such a thing to happen.

Caesar smiled gently and shook hands.

“Good to see you, Master Miles. It seems even better to see you in a place like this.”

“It’s because of the sponsorship money, right?”

“I can’t completely deny that. Having the richest man in the world before my eyes, I can’t help but drool.”

“I barely have any personal assets. It’s all bank money.”

But that bank is yours.

What an exaggeration.

Miles looked at the people he was talking with and said.

“Instead, I’ve brought many people who will sponsor you here. They’ve been interested in welfare projects for a very long time.”

“Is that so? Then please introduce them to me. Who are these beautiful ladies and fine gentlemen gathered here?”

Miles introduced them one by one with a gentle smile.

“First, this is Countess Bioden. In Redfield province, she’s known as the mother of the destitute to the extent that she’s very interested in welfare projects.”

“Nice to meet you, Sir Caesar. The goddess Royder will surely understand Sir Caesar’s intentions well.”

Caesar used psychometry.

-I should expand the Bioden family’s influence through Caesar’s welfare projects. Since Homigraph is an area that will soar in the future, investing now will bring returns of more than tenfold.

Perhaps because they’re Miles’s acquaintances?

It seems they all have a snake in their heads.

By the way, I think I understand how Countess Bioden invests.

It seems she mainly invests in welfare projects in areas she wants to invest in, naturally expands her network, and aggressively buys up various promising companies.

This business approach usually works well in areas with strong local connections like Homigraph, and seeing that Count Bioden didn’t come himself but sent his wife, it seems the wife has better business sense.

I think there’s a lot to learn from this lady.

“I’ve heard much about you, Countess Bioden. They say there’s no place in the empire without the Bioden family’s welfare foundation?”

“Hohoho. Not at all. Helping the destitute and poor is just what we nobles should naturally do.”

“But isn’t it very difficult to create and operate a foundation? This is my first time operating a welfare foundation, so I’m still inexperienced in many ways.”

“Oh, is that so? Then shall I help? I know some people who have a good eye for orphans and job placement business.”

-While we’re at it, I should place my people within the Caesar Foundation.

-Then I’ll have one more means to deliver my messages directly to Caesar.

Indeed, she’s not an easy opponent.

However, lack of personnel isn’t much of a problem.

Harrison has already found all the people he knows in this field.

It’s not for nothing that he received an S-class in personnel management in the game.

“I’ll ask if I need anything soon.”

“Hoho. Thank you. Ah, this is the sponsorship money that Count Bioden is giving to the Caesar Foundation.”

Countess Bioden deliberately didn’t put it in an envelope but wrote a check on the spot and handed it to Caesar.

It was for 100,000 Del.

Gloria, who glanced at it, had her mouth split wide open.

Gloria firmly held Countess Bioden’s hand.

“Thank you so much for your sponsorship. Your heart is as beautiful as your appearance.”

“Oh, this is nothing much.”

The Countess Bioden couldn’t help but smile at Gloria’s charm.

“Ah, I also sent some clothes for the children. Please make sure they’re dressed warmly since it’s winter.”

Is one person finally done?

Caesar looked at the expressions of people around him.

Everyone’s expressions hardened at the number Countess Vioden wrote down.

It seems they hadn’t planned to donate that much.

But since Countess Bioden showed the number of 100,000 del, it would be difficult for them to write anything less due to pride.

The Countess Bioden probably calculated this as well.

Well, this is…

She’s quite the crafty one.

Caesar handed the check to Gloria and said,

“Lord Miles, who else is there?”

Let’s earn some good money.

***

When Caesar had made a complete round of the sponsorship meeting, Gloria’s handbag was full of checks.

Gloria gripped the opening of her handbag tightly as if squeezing it, worried someone might steal from it, causing the bag to wrinkle.

Caesar took a sip of champagne and asked,

“How much did we collect?”

“1,525,812,312 del.”

“You even remember the single del units?”

“We shouldn’t forget even the donations from young children. This will be more than enough to get through this winter.”

Gloria’s heart was beating so fast with excitement that it could be felt.

Dopamine must be rushing through her.

Even for Caesar, it would be nerve-wracking to have about 1.5 billion won in that tiny handbag.

“I’ve been thinking about something. I believe it’s important not just to feed and house the children, but also to teach them what they can do in the future. After all, they’ll need to become independent eventually.”

“So you want to build a school?”

“Not quite that much, but more like teaching the children skills they can use to make a living. It wouldn’t be bad to look for companies that provide room and board and help them when they become independent.”

You could hear Gloria’s mind working actively.

Now that she has funds to operate with, it seems there’s so much she wants to do.

Her pure and kind heart that seemed like it wouldn’t yield even a drop of muddy water when squeezed made Caesar unconsciously pat her hair.

“Alright. Do everything you want to do.”

“Thank you. I’ll work hard too.”

Gloria’s hardened palm grabbed Caesar’s hand.

Though not as soft as before, Caesar felt even better feeling the traces of her efforts.

Gloria and Caesar’s eyes met.

He felt drawn into Gloria’s blue eyes.

The surrounding sounds became muffled, and he could only see Gloria.

It felt like his head wasn’t working properly.

This feeling seems familiar from somewhere before.

Ah, yes.

This is…

“Ahem!”

Someone cleared their throat behind Caesar.

Caesar and Gloria had gotten closer than they realized.

Caesar and Gloria moved slightly apart.

Gloria’s hand also moved away.

Something feels off.

Caesar turned around.

“Who might you be…?”

“Are you Sir Caesar?”

An elderly man wearing red priest robes and a red biretta was smiling kindly toward Caesar.

“Pleased to meet you. I am Cardinal Hyginus, serving the pure Goddess Royder.”

Caesar searched his memory.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t remember inviting a cardinal from the Royder Order.

Caesar formally greeted the cardinal.

“It is an honor to meet you, Your Eminence.”

“There’s no need for such formality. I am but the lowest servant of Goddess Royder.”

What a lie.

What is a cardinal?

It’s the highest priest rank that only exists in the Royder Order.

While in the Dre Order the Pope holds all power like an emperor or king, in the Royder Order, power is monopolized by only twelve cardinals.

As such, they were specialists in all kinds of power struggles and politics happening within the church.

To think such a terrifying monster would suddenly appear before me.

Why didn’t Harrison tell me about this?

“By the way, I wonder if I interrupted something. I apologize.”

“Not at all.”

Caesar looked for Harrison.

Harrison was surrounded by Royder Order priests, looking at Caesar with anxious eyes.

No wonder he couldn’t say anything beforehand.

“If I had known Your Eminence was coming, I would have prepared something more appropriate. I apologize.”

“Not at all. Actually, I often come secretly because such things make me uncomfortable. I hope I haven’t caused you any trouble?”

“Please don’t think that way.”

Caesar used psychometry.

-I should ask if there’s a suitable place to have a private conversation.

“The Royder Order would like to make a small donation to Sir Caesar’s welfare foundation… There is a teaching from Goddess Royder not to boast about service and donations. Since it might be awkward for others to see, could we speak privately?”

Whether or not such a teaching existed in the doctrine, Hyginus likely wanted to have an intimate conversation with Caesar.

What could he want to discuss?

To find out, they would need a space to talk alone.

“There is a private reception room. Shall we?”

Caesar said to Gloria,

“You take a break for now. I’ll be back.”

It seems this won’t be over quickly.

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