<678 – Irresponsible Pleasure (26)>
“If you don’t need any mystique, just give me a magic tool. They’re all high-grade spirit-sealing magic tools.”
The Butler of Foundation spread out a handkerchief and revealed a display case.
Inside the case adorned with a seal spell that hides magical responses, various dazzling magic tools like necklaces, rings, goblets, and hornpipes were lined up.
“Normally, if you put other magical substances into an item that stores space-expansion magic, the storage space would collapse and everything would be catapulted to somewhere in time and space. The seal spell is inscribed for that reason, so I ask for your understanding on this unavoidable point.”
“I see!”
“Anyway, for that reason, the most valuable or necessary magic tool must be assessed only by the naked eye. You get one chance. No returns.”
“That’s great, Darknodi!”
“Yes. I can just lift the seal spell.”
Upon hearing Darknodi’s words, the Butler snickered.
The sealing technology of Gyeolsa, which has continued for hundreds of years, is arguably the best in the world.
It’s not inferior at all compared to the sealing spell for magic tools from the Ancient Dungeon; in fact, it has evolved to a level superior to the primitive spells of the olden days!
Challenging that stronghold is akin to challenging the history of Gyeolsa for hundreds of years.
Even the Foundation hasn’t been able to catch up to Gyeolsa’s sealing technology and is on the brink of calling for the Butler’s help, declaring that unsealing is impossible.
Clack.
“Oh. It’s unsealed.”
“Unsealed?!”
Utilizing Oknodie’s mana control and the knowledge of veteran players, Darknodi easily lifted the seal spell.
When you’re a veteran player, you don’t even honestly go straight to conquer an Ancient Dungeon; you know all the shortcuts to the reward rooms and can unseal treasure chests silently behind the boss!
The Strength All-in marine just smashed everything head-on without any trickery but sometimes wishes to be a Thief All-in Max Level who Likes Evasion.
The side character tech tree developed for fun has accumulated playtime that exceeds the total playtime of most normal players as it grows longer.
Let alone, the time spent by a veteran player who has seen and done it all is incomparably more efficient than that of an average player.
“Shock-absorbing earrings. Burn immunity bodysuit. Spin-evading dancer’s outfit. Can’t I have all three?”
“…Only one is allowed.”
Though the Butler answered nonchalantly, he was inwardly horrified.
How did they come to know the detailed specifications through just the aura imbued in the magic tools?
Various realms.
Seeing how the mana from those realms manifests itself, it’s impossible to perceive everything by pure intuition without experiencing it firsthand.
‘But they already made the impossible possible once.’
If they managed it once, why not again?
The astounding intuition of Darknodi, which should suit a Saintess, made the Butler like them even more.
He thought it was a wise decision to appoint her as an executive without falling into the preconceived notion that she was a clone of the Dark Princess.
“I’ll be generous. You can take one more magic tool.”
“Then the bodysuit and the dancer’s outfit.”
Before Darknodi could reach for the display case, Oknodie dashed in and slapped the back of their hand.
“That’s not allowed!”
“…That hurts.”
“Sorry! But you can’t take both!”
“Why?”
“Layering outfits on top of each other looks weird!”
“The performance is the best!”
“It just looks bad!”
“If you care about looks and then face a challenge, it’s game over for the growth factor!”
“I’ll take care of my growth and clear, so it doesn’t matter! Darknodi, focus on your looks!”
“Not happening. I’ll prioritize performance.”
The terms coming from the mouths of 11-year-olds felt out of place, indicating a complete failure in male upbringing, leaving the Butler in despair.
How could the Headmaster allow such tough language to flourish among these kids?
“So what will you be taking?”
“Focus on looks!”
“Nope, I refuse.”
Darknodi stubbornly picked up the bodysuit and the dancer’s outfit.
This level of equipment was easy for Darknodi, who could effortlessly cosplay a vampire.
“Darknodi’s agenda has concluded. Next, I’ll take the matter of Galik Fried Chicken.”
“Wait, anything goes?”
“The agenda can be proposed freely at the discretion of an executive. Of course, if you put forth an absurd agenda, you won’t garner any support.”
“Haha. Well, I have no worries about that. My proposal is to appoint Galik Fried Chicken as the Duke of the Fried Chicken Family!”
“…”
“With everyone’s abilities, it wouldn’t be an issue to grant me that title, would it?”
Darknodi said with a somewhat sullen face.
“Well, it’s true, but I don’t particularly want you in that position.”
“Why not?! I’m a respectable executive of the Foundation! If a Foundation member becomes the head of a ducal house, imagine the power I could wield!”
“No. Last year at the start of the semester, we obliterated the Sebiche Ducal House of the Kingdom of Florence, so I have no illusions about the duchies at all.”
Oknodie also agreed with Darknodi’s sentiment.
Pasible Yep laughed heartily and added, “If you need sacrifices, you can use the realm’s citizens without permission; why would you need a noble house?”
“Yikes!”
“Haha, don’t worry; we won’t casually sacrifice the realm’s citizens for our kindred’s sake. At least while you’re an executive.”
“That sounds scarier because it adds conditions?!”
“It seems like the other executives agree with me. I’ll show some grace by assigning you the subordinates of the fallen executives. Scale back your greed.”
“Understood…”
Thanks to the Butler’s grace, Galik Fried Chicken received a few subordinates.
“Next, we’ll hear Pasible Yep’s proposal.”
“Lately, managing the sacrifice realm, I’ve felt the need for more living beings for my level-up. I need over ten million living beings that won’t cause any backlash when sacrificed; can you introduce me to a suitable place or transfer that many slave races to me?”
“…This person has completely lost their humanity after sacrificing it.”
Even Darknodi, who was leading the pack in lacking humanity, couldn’t help but acknowledge Pasible Yep’s remarks as utterly ridiculous.
Just saying that could make him a prime candidate for Great Evil!
“How about using the elemental beings from another realm instead?”
“I don’t mind if they’re not from the Middle Realm.”
“Then, I’ll mark down a few ungainly yet easy-to-reach dimensional coordinates for you!”
Oknodie decided to offer support by providing dimensional coordinates.
“I’ll hand over the enemy living beings captured as prisoners from the Underworld.”
“Oh. Thanks. How numerous are they?”
“Not many. Just consider it around two hundred thousand.”
“Haha. That much will be a huge help.”
Darknodi agreed to hand over the Underworld prisoners to Pasible Yep.
Next, Galik Fried Chicken’s eyes blinked as they sensed danger, taking a step back.
“You can’t do this to me! I’ve already promised to help Darknodi with the monitoring and tracking mission of the Great Evil candidate!”
“All of your subordinates don’t necessarily have to do that, do they? Why not sacrifice some of your prisoners instead?”
Ugh. “How many do you want?”
“Not many. Just about 300 please.”
“300 will completely wipe out my unit?! Why is this guy scaling everything so grandly since earlier?!”
Pasible Yep’s unit sizes were inhumanly huge, reflecting a complete loss of humanity.
“sigh. Okay, just half then. I’m being generous here.”
“If I refuse, is there any room for negotiation?”
“Nothing would happen.”
“sigh.”
“That would only lead to a series of mysterious disappearances among your subordinates.”
“……I’ll just give you half.”
To celebrate the dramatic conclusion of their negotiations, the Butler called a few members from Jibsa Division 1.
“These are experts in backdoor raids. They will teach you how to withdraw at the right time.”
Before long, only two people remained to propose agendas in the executive meeting: the Butler and Oknodie.
The remaining members were on high alert, knowing that the two most prominent individuals remained.
What kind of dangerous agendas would they propose?
Darknodi’s agenda for “Dark Goddess Ranking Board Registration.”
Galik Fried Chicken’s agenda “Make me the Duke.”
Pasible Yep’s agenda “Gather more than ten million lives.”
“I’ll be the first to make a request next.”
The fourth agenda of the executive meeting was presented by the Butler.
“The magic that Asmodeus, the Mayor of the City of Pleasure, possessed is beyond anything that one could acquire naturally. I suspect the involvement of the Demon King’s Four Kings.”
“So?”
“Thus, I’ll propose the tracing and elimination of the accomplice that triggered Asmodeus’s awakening. Normally, this should be an agenda for Jibsa Division 2 to propose, but…”
The Butler’s gaze turned towards Oknodie, and the corpses scattered across the plains stared back at the executives.
“Gah! Is this because of me?”
“Yeah, it is because of you.”
“Well, it can’t be helped. Let me spoil a bit! The Four Kings that staid in the City of Pleasure was Red Tide. A habitual rebel that specializes in bloom events, producing contaminated living beings, and constantly igniting betrayals in the human factions!”
“…What? How do you even know that?”
“By the way, if we can’t capture him in the City of Pleasure, the next spot is the domain of the Divine Alliance!”
Everyone was watching Oknodie with a mix of suspicion and unease, as they keenly noted the suspiciously intimate understanding of enemy movements.
“Eh? Why is everyone looking at me like that?”
Oknodie, who merely extended a kindness, was utterly bewildered by the gazes directed at them.
