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Chapter 95

Chapter: 95

What makes the daughter of the Allen family know about our son?

The Newman family, being a noble family based in the underworld, generally remembers who works in this line of business.

But the name of the Allen family is not among them.

Why would a renowned knight family like the Allen mess with the underworld?

They have no reason or need to do so.

To put it differently, it means that the information network of the Allen family isn’t that wide.

They might catch wind of rumors that surface, but that’s about it.

Kurtz thought that muscle-bound pigs who only trust their strength would never find what’s hidden below the surface.

But it was different.

Lucy Allen had the means to dive below the surface.

How?

While Kurtz squinted in contemplation, he soon realized this worry was meaningless.

It was not hard to guess that his son had fallen under Agra’s Curse.

He had already done plenty to try and save him.

He could always speculate just by following the trail of actions.

“I need to find out whether it was the Allen family’s doing or something Lucy Allen herself holds, but that’s all.”

Kurtz briefly lost his composure when his son was mentioned, but he quickly regained his calm and lowered his gaze.

‘You say he’s not healthy? I knew that. I just thought asking might make you angry. Did it make you angry, you sht* lord? I hope it did.’

“Damn it.”

But as he read the next line, Kurtz grit his teeth.

So arrogant. Utterly arrogant.

He had long known that Lucy Allen was this type of person.

She was the freak who gave the Third Prince Arthur the nickname, “Pitiful Prince.”

Clearly a bundle of arrogance and rudeness without any sense of decency.

However, observing from afar and standing before her were two entirely different matters.

If an ambiguous person committed such an act, Kurtz would have buried him using the power of the Newman family.

Oh, of course, he would’ve obtained what he wanted through proper negotiations before that.

But this person was the daughter of the Allen family.

The daughter of a knight family that was among the strongest on the continent.

Right now, she was guarding her territory like an old man in a back room, but in the past, her family was a nightmare that made every other nation tremble in fear apart from the kingdom.

If Benedict Allen, who loves his daughter, goes mad and attacks the Newman family, the name of the Newman family will be reduced to ashes.

So, he couldn’t touch her.

He couldn’t force her either.

Kurtz Newman was the head of the Newman family before he was a father.

‘I know perfectly well what that desperate sh*t lord wants.’

‘But you know, that’s the sh*t lord’s urgency, not mine, right?’

‘What will you do? Do you have the courage to haggle with your child’s life? To me, it looks like that sh*t lord is too sloppy for that.’

‘If you want to have a conversation, come out yourself. Dark sh*t lord.’

Having read the first page of the letter to the end, Kurtz took a deep breath and tried his best to maintain his composure.

Stay calm. Don’t fall for the opponent’s provocation.

He reaffirmed in his mind and flipped to the next page.

‘Did you think there would be more content? There was nothing! Were you expecting something? Ha ha. You’re such a fool.’

‘You’re just a sloppy fool being toyed with by a little girl~’

He threw the letter onto the desk.

Kurtz, who had worked in the underworld and experienced just about everything, had countless times been ignored by the little ones like this.

But for some reason, reading this letter felt like something deep inside him was breaking down, and it was unbearable.

“Lord?”

“Shut up.”

“Yes!”

Damn it. It seems I cannot gain the upper hand like this.

That Lucy Allen won’t bow her head to anyone, even if she shatters.

Look at how she sends such a letter to the head of a noble family.

There’s no way a person so filled with arrogance would bow to others.

Typically, the easiest way to deal with such people is to crush them, but the fact that the terrifying Benedict Allen is behind her makes it too risky.

“If I can’t bend, then… I’ll have to bow first.”

After thinking it over, Kurtz unconsciously smiled.

Bowing isn’t that hard.

If Lucy Allen has a way to cure Agra’s Curse and could negotiate to heal his son, bowing would be a light task.

But the problem was he has no certainty.

Does Lucy Allen really hold a method to cure Agra’s Curse?

Even if she does, can she risk the wrath of the Evil God to save his son?

He had planned to seize the advantage and slowly extract information from her, but this was how it turned out.

Is Lucy Allen really sly, or did she simply act on her nature?

Who knows?

But one thing is certain: if he doesn’t meet Lucy Allen directly, nothing can be confirmed.

“For now, I’ll have to play along.”

Kurtz tidied up the letter he had thrown aside and pulled out a new sheet from his drawer.

Then, with a few swift strokes of his fountain pen, he jotted down a few sentences and handed it to his trusted aide.

“Deliver this to Lucy Allen.”

“Yes. Understood.”

Who would have thought he’d need to return to that place after graduating from Soul Academy?

*

After hearing everything I said yesterday, Grandpa replied like this.

“I don’t understand what you’re worried about. Doesn’t that mean you’re an irreplaceable resource to the opponent? Then just call them out and demand what you want.”

‘What if I get threatened?’

The Newman family is filled with underworld folks.

With my low reputation and strength, I could end up game over if I’m not careful!

If only there were a save point here, I’d just restart if I messed up. But this is not a game!

I’m scared!

I don’t want to experience disappearing without a trace!

“If that’s really so scary, just take your knight with you. That guy will probably save you from most crises. After that, it’s easy. Didn’t the opponent give you grounds? If you put pressure on them through the Academy and your family, it’ll naturally resolve.”

Grandpa spoke as if I was overthinking something when the answer was already clear, and swayed by his words, I decided to follow his advice.

So as I started to write a letter to summon Kurtz Newman, I hit another snag.

“To Lord Newman of the sh*t family.”

I couldn’t write the letter however I wanted.

Every word and action I took was controlled by the Mesugaki skill.

No matter what I said, it would be translated by the Mesugaki skill, and my actions would deliberately provoke the opponent.

Thank goodness it doesn’t have that many cases of forced action, but this is an exception when writing.

During that time, every single finger movement was controlled.

Do you know how bewildering it was when I had to write the exam answers in Mesugaki’s manner last time?

Fortunately, that wasn’t a problem, but this is different.

I can’t write like this when a young lady of a noble family is sending a letter to the head of another noble family!

Why does “Dear Lord of the Newman family” change into “sh*t family”?

After tearing and rewriting the letter countless times, I collapsed in despair in front of the wall of reality.

At that moment, Grandpa suggested an idea.

“If that’s going to happen anyway, let’s provoke them. Make sure the opponent comes in hot and bothered.”

‘…Is that okay?’

“Didn’t I say? If they take offense, it’s a gain, right?”

If I can’t send it politely anyway, I might as well provoke them.

With no other alternatives, I accepted Grandpa’s advice, wrote a letter full of Mesugaki style, and sent it to Kurtz Newman through Alsatine.

Now, two days later.

I found myself in the streets with Karl, ready to meet Kurtz Newman.

At first, I thought it would take several weeks of back-and-forth letters to set up a meeting, but the opponent wasn’t giving any leeway.

Did they fall for the provocation of the Mesugaki skill?

The moment I set foot in one of the restaurants in Soul Academy that Kurtz Newman indicated, a staff member at the counter approached me.

“Are you the young lady of the Allen family?”

‘Yes, that’s me.’

“Yeah. The attendant.”

“I’ll show you in.”

As I followed behind, a private room in the restaurant was revealed.

When the attendant opened the door to one room, I saw the figure of a middle-aged man across the empty table.

His hair was washed out and slicked back, and his face was etched with numerous small wounds, as if he had lived a rough life.

The fierce blue eyes were cold and resolute.

Despite his considerable age, the man’s demeanor exuded a feeling of unwavering determination.

“Nice to meet you, young lady of the Allen family.”

An expressionless, rigid greeting came forth.

Normally, I should express my respect, but I didn’t.

Instead, I said nothing, sat down, and asked him.

‘Where is the lord?’

“You deranged little pup, where is your master?”

“How rude. Young Lady Allen.”

His voice was filled with powerful authority as he furrowed his brow.

Even Grandpa couldn’t help but question why he was being like this.

But I wasn’t the least bit flustered.

This was exactly the kind of stunt Kurtz Newman would pull in a game.

First, he sends a proxy to assess whether the person in front of him is real or fake, thus gauging their abilities.

In the original game, you had to raise your perception skills to a certain level to figure this out.

So even if you could tell the person before you wasn’t really the lord of the Newman family, you had no choice but to be deceived if your skill wasn’t high enough.

But this isn’t a game, right?

If I’m not in a world where I need to specify commands to speak, I can summon the real Kurtz Newman even without skills.

‘Stop pretending. I know everything.’

“Ha. You little pup, do you think I’ll be fooled by you? You really are a sh*t family’s pup. So dumb~”

As a chuckle escaped my lips, the middle-aged man slowly got up from his seat.

And he tried to approach me.

But he couldn’t achieve his goal.

Karl stood between the middle-aged man and me.

“Get out of the way.”

“No thanks. Why should I listen to the commands of a dog from the Newman family?”

“Ha. Are you out of your mind? Am I not Kurtz Newman?”

“Sure. The young lady said so.”

“Do you think I would joke about my son’s life?!”

At first, I was convinced this guy was a fake, but I flinched slightly upon hearing the middle-aged man shout.

What if he’s the real Kurtz Newman?

He was someone who always set up his doppelganger when we first met in the game, but things might be different in reality.

I threw out my rude words to assert dominance, but what if this was really an act of disrespect?

When the uncertainty and doubt began to swell within me, the door at the back opened.

“Stop it. It seems you’ve figured it all out.”

…Phew.

Thank goodness.

I thought I was done for.


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