Chapter: 247
Last time, when Ducal Lord Partlan teleported me, I remembered the comfort I felt and thought I might have a similar experience this time.
Of course, I knew it was because Ducal Lord Partlan had outstanding magical skills that I didn’t experience motion sickness back then, but you never know, right?
With how much stronger I’ve become compared to the past, maybe I could handle motion sickness now!
With a brave heart, I enhanced my body with divine energy and entered the Translocation Technique, and I still felt weak, unfortunately.
I couldn’t move at all, but that was as far as it went.
No more, no less.
As I endured my stomach twisting, the Sloppy Fox above my head let out a chuckle.
“Why not just take my help?”
As soon as it unfolded something, my stomach felt better. The Sloppy Fox is definitely useful in times like this.
It’s just a problem that it’s only competent at these times.
Last night, realizing the Sloppy Fox was communicating with Grandpa, I came up with a brilliant idea.
That idea was to communicate with people normally through the Sloppy Fox!
After I conveyed a message properly to Grandpa, Grandpa would pass on that message to the people through the Sloppy Fox.
Excited at the thought that I could finally escape the bullying caused by the Mesugaki Skill, of course, my brilliant idea ended up failing.
[Sorry, Young Lady. It seems your voice isn't getting through.]
There’s no way the Shoddy Perverted God, who wants to torment me, would allow anything like that!
I had expected this outcome since the moment the thought popped into my head, so I wasn’t too disappointed.
I should have personally experienced similar situations a couple of times.
Ha… Why is the Shoddy God so thorough in these matters?!
Would it hurt to lend me a hand with that thoroughness?!
“Young Lady, are you really okay not coming with Bishop Johan?”
As my resentment towards the Shoddy God rose, Karl threw me a question.
Just a bit ago, when I told Johan I was going to meet Isabel, Johan said he would come along too, saying it would make it easier for me to get in.
However, I rejected that suggestion.
There’s no need for the bishop to tag along just to meet some random guy when I’m only negotiating about the slabs this time.
Back then, I thought it was just out of goodwill toward me, but seeing Karl’s expression now, there must have been some reason behind it.
…Did I do something wrong regarding Count Arteia? No way, right?
Not long after coming out of the Translocation Technique, Count Arteia’s mansion finally came into view. The moment I saw it, I couldn’t suppress my admiration.
The mansion of the Arteia family was more beautiful than any building I had ever seen.
The words the characters in the game used to describe this place seemed to recreate the look of a holy land. It felt like the God had sat there, bestowing blessings.
When I heard that description from beyond the monitor, I thought it was exaggerated. The mansion’s design was beautiful but not remarkably outstanding compared to other splendid mansions.
But not anymore. Now that I’ve entered this world and faced the mansion with my own eyes, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the scenery.
Its scale isn’t enormous.
It’s not dazzling to the point of not being able to look away.
It was simply divine.
You could believe it had been occupied by a deity until recently.
Is this what it feels like to be overwhelmed by a man-made structure?
[Wow. Just how much money does it take to create such a building?]
‘…Are you talking about money after seeing that?!’
No! Grandpa! I’m trying to be moved here, so quit ruining the vibe!
Even I, who treats the God like trash, felt a sense of reverence, and if you, who serve him, act this way, how can it be?!
Look! The Sloppy Fox is calmly gazing at the mansion!
Grandpa is much more calloused than a pervert like the Sloppy Fox.
“Not much, huh? Even if it’s dressed up in money, it still doesn’t change its essence. It’s not worth seeing.”
…See, that’s why you can’t be an emotionless adult!
You look at everything through numbers!
You should appreciate things like I do!
“Please hold on a moment.”
Thinking about the poor Grandpa and the Sloppy Fox hardened by life, I was approaching the mansion when I noticed the guards whispering among themselves.
Seeing everyone’s horrified expressions seemed to reinforce the hypothesis that the past Lucy had caused some trouble.
Eventually, the youngest guard stepped forward.
“Excuse me, Young Lady of the Allen Family. May I ask what business you have in this mansion?”
‘I’m here to meet the owner of the mansion.’
“I’m here to meet the fanatic obsessed with money.”
Is Isabel a fanatic? It’s not entirely incorrect, but perhaps not so much from the guard’s perspective.
Distorted by the insult to his master, he asked me again.
“…Are you referring to Count Arteia?”
‘Yes.’
“Why did you ask if you understood? Is there a problem?”
He’s not good at maintaining his expression. It’s not just any insult; it’s a provocation infused with the Mesugaki Skill. It would be unusual not to get heated over that.
“Did you perhaps set up an appointment?”
‘No, nothing like that.’
“Why should I set up an appointment when I’m offering to meet you? I don’t get it.”
“…Please wait a moment.”
As soon as the guard finished speaking, he fled towards the mansion as if running away.
No, hey! Wait! I have something to give you?!
Seeing his back, I felt a bit troubled, but I couldn’t raise my voice.
Maybe it’s because the guards nearby were giving me nasty looks. They must have heard me call Count Arteia a fanatic obsessed with money.
Hmm. I’m here to do business, so stirring up trouble won’t do any good.
For now, let’s just wait for the guard who ran away to come back.
If they say I can’t meet, I’ll just whip out the seal.
“I’m sorry, Young Lady.”
Not long after, the guard returned with an apology.
Count Arteia is busy with work and likely won’t have time to meet with me.
Even I, without outstanding political senses, could catch the underlying meaning in that statement.
Translated, it means something like ‘I have no time for someone like you, so just get lost.’
Given Lucy’s infamous reputation, that seems like the inevitable outcome. So I pulled out the seal I received from Johan and showed it to the bowing guard.
‘I’m not just here to hang out…’
“Bishop Johan asked me to. He said to meet the fanatic here and have a chat. Even a dimwit like you should be able to see that, right?”
The guard, who received the seal, displayed clear signs of distress.
Isn’t it enough just to go inside and verify whether it’s real or not?
Just then, another man walked out from the group of guards at the door.
Even though he was now middle-aged, he showed no signs of frailty. He grabbed the arm of the young guard, shoved him aside, and stood before me, saying,
“Showing this fake is problematic.”
‘Huh?’
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
“The fact that Bishop Johan suffered because of the Young Lady is a well-known fact. So, there’s no way the Bishop would give the Young Lady a seal, right?”
Ah, so you mean Johan wouldn’t give a person like me such an item?
That conclusion makes sense. Knowing my infamy, I understood his suspicion.
So I asked him to check if it’s genuine, but the guard just shook his head.
“There’s no need to verify. This time, who knows what greed has motivated you to want to meet Count Arteia. But please stop causing a scene and just leave.”
The fact that the word ‘this time’ slipped out suggests that in the past, Lucy must have caused some trouble for Count Arteia.
Geez, Lucy, you really don’t leave a stone unturned when it comes to creating chaos, do you?! After all, she’s the one who said the king stunk like livestock, so what does she have to fear!
…Ah, so that’s why Johan said he’d go with me. If I had known the circumstances, I would have just brought him along.
There’s no helping it. I’ll have to go back to the territory once again.
“Please understand that this kind of behavior would tarnish the honor of Duke Benedict.”
I was about to leave, but the old guard added one more comment, changing my mind.
Though his tone was polite, the essence of what he said was, ‘Would you be embarrassed if your father heard you saying such things?’
I may not know much, but I do understand insults. I heard plenty of that during my first semester at Soul Academy.
Hmm. That’s a bit annoying.
What should I do?
Being insulted upfront and backing down is not my style.
Ah, I’ve had a good idea! I’ll intentionally create a ruckus!
The mistakes of subordinates are the responsibility of the manager! I’ll get this guy to create a scene, making Isabel owe me one!
I don’t know how Isabel views me, but if her subordinate attacked me first, she wouldn’t be able to issue an Invitation!
Anyway, I have Karl and the Sloppy Fox here with me, so there’s no way I’ll get hurt.
‘I’m going to do this, what do you think?’
I shared my freshly hatched idea with Grandpa.
[Young Lady, you mustn't do that.]
Of course, Grandpa would stop me.
Sorry, Grandpa. I wasn’t asking for your opinion; I was just informing you. I plan to mess things up.
[You should do it more gloriously. Why stop at just that?]
…So you aren’t stopping me but encouraging me?!
That was so unexpected it made me chuckle.
Ah, got it, Grandpa.
I’ll take your advice and stir up some major trouble.
Just as I barely stopped laughing and looked up, the old guard was staring at me with a worried expression.
He’s likely thinking of what kind of trouble I might bring.
Ha, why do you insist on provoking first?
I smiled at him and stomped on the guard’s foot.
“Hey♡ hey♡ don’t you think what you’re doing is insulting the madwoman of this mansion?♡”
“…Huh? What do you mean?”
“Oh. You couldn’t think of that because you’re a dimwit?♡ Why is such an idiot guarding the mansion’s front door?♡ Did the Shoddy God leave an idol in the middle of the road?♡”
The old guard’s face turned beet red.
His expression twisted with significant anger that I couldn’t help but push that button a bit more.
Thus, I decided to poke even further.
“Are you mad?♡ Are you upset because this little girl is ignoring your mighty master?♡ Hah!♡ Hahaha!”
“…”
“But how can I not ignore such an idiot who got hired?♡ You’ve thrown trash outside the mansion entrance; how can I not ignore it?♡”
“…Young Lady.”
“Since looking at your face gives off a trash smell, how about you just go away?♡ Ah, you’re too dumb to understand this, huh?♡ That’s tricky~♡ I don’t speak the language of rocks!♡ Should I ask for a translator…?”
Ultimately, unable to endure my provocations, the old guard swung his fist at me.
He couldn’t contain his rage and threw punches like a child in a tantrum.
Clearly, his athletic ability was impressive, but his punch, which came from such a clumsy stance, had its limits.
There was no need to bring out my shield to block that.
I just moved my hand to intercept the punch by watching its trajectory.
“Such a dimwit yet with soft punches♡ How intriguing♡”
Now, can you cause an even bigger ruckus?
To the point where your master can’t look down anymore.
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