I’m Being Mistaken for a Blackmailer 2

Chapter 2- Me? (2)

Three days have passed since sending a letter to the saint.

No reply had come.

‘Did it properly arrive?’

In fact, I couldn’t even know if the letter had properly arrived.

It’s an era where the internet is not developed.

This means it’s not an era where you can send tens of thousands of characters with just one click.

‘They said it wouldn’t take even a day, but I can’t trust that.’

What if the letter gets lost, disappears, or goes missing midway? That would be the end.

‘Since the text is something only the saint would understand anyway, even if it’s exposed, it doesn’t matter…’

The problem is still whether it arrived or not.

The best method would be to ask, but…

Slightly, just a teeny bit scary.

Absolutely not a lot, just a bit.

‘Sigh. Should I just ask Dolph to find out?’

The problem was the delivery company.

If something went wrong, Dolph who went to deliver might die.

If something went wrong, Evan would lose a good friend.

Evan was timid and worried like a typical man.

A personality that remained unchanged even after possession.

An instinct etched into his soul.

Sometimes, a manly Evan would emerge.

When his pride was hurt.

Right now, for instance.

‘If I were just a bit braver, I could seduce the saint, and hey, just seduce everyone and become the harem protagonist.’

My face isn’t that bad.

Hmm, isn’t that right?

‘…Well, if there’s no reply even a week later, I can just send it again.’

…I hope they didn’t read and ignore it?

Eh, no way.

Evan pushed away the memory that slightly rose and turned his head.

On the messy desk.

A bottle filled with a completed green liquid was placed just moments ago.

[Aura Recovery Potion]

An intuitive name.

An expensive potion made with ingredients that would have been hard to obtain if Evan weren’t a descendant of the Alcart Duke family.

“Hehe.”

Evan let out a dark laugh.

With just this, he could turn the second main supporter to his side.

“Dolph.”

“Yes! Young master!”

Dolph, who was tidying the blanket, answered energetically.

Evan extended his hand.

“Could you give me some stationery and a fountain pen?”

“Yes! Who are you planning to send a letter to today?”

“I’m planning to send it to Sir Arthur Modriter.”

Pause.

Dolph’s hand holding the stationery stopped.

A reaction as if he’d seen a ghost.

With trembling hands, Dolph hid the stationery and asked again.

“W-who?”

“Sir Arthur Modriter…”

“Aaaah! No, you can’t!”

Dolph burst out in opposition.

“The Knight of the Full Moon Church, Sir Arthur Modriter…! Y-young master, you’re really in big trouble!”

The Knight of the Full Moon Church, Arthur Modriter.

He is the only holy knight belonging to the Full Moon Church…

“Don’t you know his infamous reputation? How widespread the rumors of a crazy holy knight are…!”

A holy knight crazy for strength and blood.

A madman who goes crazy at the sight of the strong, challenges them to a duel, and takes their head as a trophy if he wins.

That was Arthur Modriter.

‘Ugh! Who doesn’t know that? Even now, it’s chilling.’

Evan naturally knew about him too.

Probably better than Dolph.

He’d even experienced it directly in the game.

But he had no choice.

‘He’s the main supporter with the easiest difficulty of conquest.’

More precisely,

‘With fewer side effects.’

Arthur is a madman, but a man of innocence and loyalty.

From the moment he recognizes someone as a colleague, he would never harm them.

‘The relationship between the Full Moon Church and the Sun Church isn’t bad either.’

The Full Moon Church is a religious order that serves the Moon God, exactly as its name suggests.

Completely opposite to the Sun Church.

But is it because of their small scale?

The relationship between the two Churches wasn’t bad.

The relationship between the Saint of the Sun, ‘Adrianna’, and the Knight of the Moon, ‘Arthur’, was the same.

They had even joined forces to defeat enemies several times.

‘Whew. Calm down, Evan.’

You can do this!

Now is the time to act like a man and charge forward.

“…It’s necessary. Don’t stop me.”

Trembling, trembling.

Evan’s hand shaking.

Slightly hiding his hand behind his back.

Dolph’s gaze briefly rested on Evan’s hand.

Tears instantly welled up in his eyes.

“Young master…”

‘What is he misunderstanding?’

It’s true that Evan’s health isn’t good, but it’s troublesome if he keeps thinking I’m terminally ill.

I’ve gone beyond that stage.

This is just slightly, just a teeny bit scary…

“I’ll somehow package the letter nicely…”

“No, just send it. Anyway, the Moon God’s temple doesn’t typically refuse letters-”

There are no universal words of favor.

But there is a universal line that will make them read the letter:

– It is not yet time.

Evan didn’t know exactly what the phrase he wrote to the saint meant.

He just wrote that it’s not yet time.

But with Arthur, he was sure to provoke some reaction.

“Please send this.”

“Yes…”

Dolph answered, wiping his tears and trying to sound cheerful.

“I’ll be right back!”

“Yes, please.”

Swish.

Dolph disappeared like the wind.

Evan leaned back in his chair.

‘Whew. Shall I make the next potion?’

There are still many main supporters left.

Potion brewing is not that difficult.

The problem is ‘ingredient procurement’ and ‘potion manufacturing’.

But who is Evan?

An alchemist.

Extremely rare on the continent.

He was also a direct descendant of the Alcart duke family.

One of the few duke families in the empire.

Deeply intertwined with the underworld, money was abundant.

‘…Come to think of it, rumors about me won’t be spreading around, right?’

As deeply connected to the underworld, his children were also called by nicknames or aliases.

Evan was also like that.

It was embarrassing to say out loud.

Oh!

Such unnecessary stray thoughts.

‘I should stop by the study before making anything.’

Might as well take a walk.

Evan slowly raised his body.

A pre-made golem approached Evan.

He touched the golem and infused it with magical power.

[Transmutation].

Unlike the information about an alchemist known only for potion brewing, the reality was slightly different.

By using magical power, it was possible to [understand], [decompose], and [reconstruct] any object or material.

The transformation circle pre-drawn on the golem began to emit light.

Swoosh-

The golem shrank and elongated, transforming into a staff shape.

‘At first, it took me a week to do this.’

If he were truly a genius, he would have finished it in a day.

A regrettable point.

Tap tap.

Evan tapped the ground with the obsidian staff made from a golem.

Evan, nodding satisfactorily, stepped out of the room.

Squeak-

The golem attached itself to Evan’s back.

So strict that even the servants were not allowed to approach.

An excessively thorough and vigilant escort within the mansion.

But Evan didn’t think much of it.

Who knows? An assassin might suddenly fly in.

It was then.

“Oh, brother?”

‘Ah.’

An unpleasant voice.

He tried to suppress his furrowing brow.

“…What is it?”

“What’s strange about a younger brother greeting his brother?”

The one who called Evan from behind was a boy who looked a bit like Evan.

Theodore Alcart..

Evan’s half-brother, one year younger, and the cherished youngest in the Alcart Duke family.

Wasn’t he recently officially knighted?

He even opened the Aura Hall, they said-

‘Isn’t his talent too much for an extra?’

Surprisingly, in this Alcart family, except for Evan and the duke, there were no important figures.

At best, they only had red name tags.

Meaning NPCs that could be killed.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Even more of a side dish than Evan, who had the ‘boss’ title.

“…What is it?”

“Ugh. Are you still using that disgusting formal speech? Aren’t you going to return to your original personality?”

“…This has always been my personality.”

But he won’t start a fight.

Not creating dangerous situations itself.

Isn’t that what a true man is?

“Brother, you sent a letter to the temple this time, right? Why do you keep doing strange things?”

Tap!

Theodore tried to put his hand on Evan’s shoulder but was stopped by the golem.

His staff in hand also tried to move but stopped.

“Ugh…!”

Seemingly hurt in his pride, Theodore’s face turned red.

“Our family’s disgrace shouldn’t keep showing its face outside. Got it? Know your place, brother.”

Unable to touch him, he fidgeted and spat out saliva.

‘Oh, I’m getting angry.’

Such disrespect is fine once or twice, but repeated times are infuriating.

Should I just do something?

Then he saw Theodore’s thick forearm.

‘At this distance, even a possession user would be an ordinary person.’

Evan tried to show the most friendly smile.

Then suddenly, a twitch.

‘…Ah, damn. I got a cramp.’

His face stiffened.

It was Evan’s chronic condition.

Cramps were particularly bad.

Not limited to one body part.

Especially bad on the face.

Enough to be misunderstood by others.

Theodore’s eyes slightly wavered seeing Evan’s stiffened face.

Theodore, lowering his hand, spoke with evident irritation.

“Don’t appear before my eyes, brother. Then I really might just do something to you.

Tsk!”

Theodore, who threatened childishly, disappeared with heavy steps.

‘I’ll definitely get revenge later.’

…Of course, not me, but the golem.

Absolutely not because I’m scared.

Just because it’s more efficient.

Why? Whatever.

***

That evening.

A letter arrived at Full Moon Bridge.

Arthur, holding the letter, sat on the veranda where a cool breeze blew and moonlight shone, tilting his drink.

Tap.

Splash-

He poured white-bottled liquor into an empty glass.

Across the surface of the rippling glass, Arthur’s face and the saint’s face were reflected sideways.

“It’s been a while, Arthur.”

“It has been a while.”

Arthur, having emptied his glass, spoke in a flat voice.

“What business does the Saint of the Sun have coming here?”

“Business? I came to meet a ‘colleague’ who is preparing for the great cause together.”

“We are not colleagues. We just happen to have slightly similar paths.”

“Hehe. Isn’t that the same thing?”

The Saint, Adrianna, naturally poured alcohol into the empty glass and asked.

“So, is your great cause being prepared well?”

“It’s not a great cause, but a small cause. It is purely my goal.”

Arthur said while looking at the moon shining over the alcohol.

“Just a trivial purpose of wanting to cut down that moon for my own strength.”

“You call that trivial… Truly a goal that suits the name of a madman.”

A holy knight driven by power.

To be precise.

A reverse moon knight who wishes to make the moon fall.

The only holy knight of the Full Moon church, who desires the moon’s collapse.

A goal of Arthur’s that was only revealed in the DLC.

“The taste of alcohol is not bad.”

Gulp!

Instead of answering, Arthur drank the alcohol in one go.

The Saint, who had poured a small amount of alcohol in front of him, looked at the letter.

“What is that letter…?”

“I received it today. A potion to fix my aura was enclosed.”

“…!”

The Saint was shocked.

A potion that could fix the aura Hall?

Arthur was definitely strong.

Strong enough to tear a troll’s neck and body with just his physical abilities.

But he couldn’t handle the aura.

Because his aura hall was broken.

Much weaker than his prime.

But to fix the Aura?

That meant…

‘Is that monster from his prime returning?’

Just with one potion?

Who would even make such a potion?

‘…Could it be?’

Suddenly, the Saint recalled the letter and potion she received three days ago.

Hadn’t she also received a potion that could slightly cure her own illness?

Was it sent by the same person?

“…”

Arthur looked down at the letter indifferently.

A potion that could fix the aura was surprising.

But more than that-

-It is not yet the time.

This phrase.

‘How do they know my plan?’

A knight who would cut down the moon.

However, now is not the time.

That was right.

But Arthur had reasons to be impatient.

The maiden of the Full Moon church.

His only blood relative and sister.

Her remaining time was continuously decreasing.

Approximately 5 to 6 years left.

He couldn’t help but become anxious.

A single letter reminded him of that.

Not yet the time.

‘…Yes. It is not yet the time.’

Arthur regained his composure.

To cut down the moon, he needed to grow stronger.

The top priority was restoring the Aura.

‘I don’t know how they found out, but I owe them.’

Arthur’s firm lips softened.

As the second son of the Alcart family-

‘It might be worth meeting them.’

During that time.

The Saint was looking at Arthur’s letter while pretending not to.

Precisely, the ‘phrase’ written on the letter.

‘Not yet the time?’

What could that mean?

It wasn’t difficult to see.

It was written boldly.

As if someone expected it to be seen.

‘Could they have realized I would come?’

Chills!

Goosebumps rose on her arms.

‘…Yes. There’s no reason to write such a phrase on a letter otherwise.’

Then, did Evan Alcart expect her to come here?

‘From when have they been watching me? What’s their purpose?’

Speculations went in various directions, but no answer came.

A short time.

The Saint’s gaze settled after briefly churning her thoughts.

‘…Yes. Until I understand, I have no choice but to play along for a while.’

She had lived her entire life behind a mask.

A few more years of wearing a mask wouldn’t make a difference.

“I should send a gift.”

“Me too.”

The Saint extended her alcohol glass and said.

“Let’s do it together. After all, it seems we’ve been marked by the same people.”

“…Marked by the same people.”

Drip-

“That’s interesting. Shall we have a talk?”

***

Next morning.

Evan, who was driving away the golems he had set as guards, couldn’t believe his ears.

“…Theodore has run away?”

“Yes…”

“…He says he’s coming to repent? Suddenly?

The youngest of the Duke’s family.

Theodore had run away, citing repentance.