Chapter 403: The dice are cast (2)
“Alright. I’ve decided.”
“About what?”
“Not to be surprised by anything you do anymore.”
These were the words Rina said to me as if creating an escape route for herself.
Currently, she is wearing a soft smile, seemingly halfway resigned to the situation.
I could only give a wry smile in response.
After all, rk is sitting on the bed, deeply engrossed in reading the <em>Chronicles of Zenon</em>.
Originally, Rina had returned to the imperial pce because of rk, who had resurrected in the underground temple.
Yet, the very person in question is now staying in my dormitory.And what if that person happens to be my grandfather and the one who interrupted the summoning ritual?
What if he’s a powerhouse capable of single-handedly destroying a real-life Seven Deadly Sins scenario?
Rina, already troubled by events, must feel like throwing in the towel—or outright giving up.
That probably exins her reaction.
As I forced a bitter smile, Rina maintained her graceful demeanor, sipping her tea.
Shaky hands.
Though she tries to appear calm, it seems she can’t stop her hands from trembling.
Still, it’s remarkable that she hasn’t spilled her tea dramatically, as one might see in a drama.
“Haah…”
“Are you feeling a bit calmer now?”
I asked Rina cautiously.
The introductions to rk had beenpleted long ago, but the shock lingered, and there were no signs of the situation improving anytime soon.
Given the cascade of recent incidents, the stress must be piling up.
Rina, as a princess, has fewer day-to-day burdenspared to others.
Still, Leonard works overtime daily, so much so that it’s rare to see his face.
“If I said I was calm… it would be a lie.
Honestly, could you stay calm in this situation?”
“Hmm…”
I turned my head towards rk in response to Rina’s slightly aggrieved tone.
rk, who had started diligently reading the <em>Chronicles of Zenon</em> yesterday, is already on volume 12.
Apparently, being resurrected as a skeleton means he doesn’t need sleep.
Since no one uses the living room at night, he simply lit amp and read through the night.
<em>Flip.</em>
Completely focused, rk turned the page even as I stared at him.
He didn’t react to me or Rina’s conversation either.
To be honest, reading 12 volumes overnight is somewhat slow for an undead being with no distractions.
It means he’s reading meticulously.
I briefly observed rk before turning back to Rina.
“It must be tough.
You’ve got plenty to think about already.”
“Ugh…
How am I even supposed to deal with all this…? My head hurts just thinking about it.”
Rina let out a groan, pressing her delicate brows.
Although rk will eventually return to dust, his aplishments remain a problem.
Without his sacrifice, the second Demon War would have erupted.
Moreover, his actions were the catalyst that brought my soul to this world.
Rina is the only one who knows the full story.
She knows I was summoned here through a ritual and that rk was the one who disrupted it.
By now, she must feel like giving up and doing nothing at all.
For now, I can only wait until she’s sorted out her thoughts.
“I just want to throw everything away…
Forget being a princess—I want to live without a care in the world…”
“… …”
“No, that’s not right.
The empire is in crisis.
I can’t afford to think like this…
But I really don’t want to do this anymore…”
The usual dignity and grace befitting a princess hadpletely vanished, leaving behind a lone, burdened figure.
In moments like these, a capable aide should step in to assist her.
Ironically, there’s no one trustworthy enough for the job—many could very well be demon worshippers.
Nor can she rely on ttering sycophants.
This means she must handle most of the work herself.
“Sigh… Isaac.”
“Yes?”
“Are you nning toe to the imperial pce?”
It seems she decided to put the matter aside for now.
Seeing how quickly Rina appeared drained, I nodded.
The manuscript for volume 29 hasn’t been sent out yet.
Sending it now would mean my mother would immediately read it, so I n to find a way to send it directly to the publisher.
I could also ask my father for help.
He asionally returns to the estate, so this would be a good opportunity.
There’s also a perfect justification: my mother always reads the manuscripts in advance, which isn’t fair to other readers.
If I firmly state that tampering with the manuscript isn’t allowed, she’ll likely understand.
Then, I’ll head straight to the imperial pce.
There were unforeseen variables with Helium before, but this time, I’ll make sure to block any interference.
‘The 30th volume is almostplete as well.’
Volume 29 concludes with the final boss Jin encountering Zenon, with Jinunching the first attack.
Volume 30 will delve into Jin’s journey, his psychological transformations, and the ensuing battle between the two protagonists.
Naturally, it will end with Jin’s death.
While the conclusion of volume 29 is shocking, volume 30 will pack an even greater punch.
That’s why I’ve been writing both volumes simultaneously, ensuring volume 30 will release within a week of volume 29.
As I plotted this not-so-subtle scheme, Rina, unaware of my inner thoughts, asked in a curious voice.
“I don’t mind youing to the pce. Even though I’m busy, I’ll wee you. But why so suddenly?
Is something wrong?”
“Not really. I’m just curious and have some personal matters to handle.
I’d also like to meet His Majesty the Emperor.”
“If that’s what you want. Just remember, you’ll be in a position of power there. Keep that in mind.”
“There’s no harm in being polite, right?”
Even if I’m in a position of power, it’d be foolish to act out against the Emperor, especially someone who could be my father-inw.
Rina nodded, acknowledging my point, and sipped her tea.
Her gaze then shifted to rk sitting behind us.
rk’s existence must be fascinating to Rina.
Unlike other skeletons, he’s immune to divine power and retains his human intellect even in death.
“So, will he stay here while you’re at the pce?”
“Yes.
We’ll return together when the breakes.”
“I see.
Mari will visit the pce too, right?
Along with Cardinal Kate?”
“Yes.”
“Got it. Then I’ll bring news as soon as possible. It’ll take just a day.”
“Thanks. Oh, by the way, Rina.”
There’s onest thing I want to ask. Rina responded to my call with a raised eyebrow.
Before answering, I cautiously nced around. Currently, Adelia was undergoing special training from her father, and rk was engrossed in reading.
Lastly, Ariel was…
“Grandpa. Grandpa.”
[What is it, my granddaughter?]
“y with me. I’m bored.”
She was pestering rk to y with her. She knew very well that I was busy.
It seemed rk couldn’t refuse the adorable great-granddaughter’s request.
He put down <em>The Chronicles of Zenon</em> on the bed and started giving her a ride like an airne.
ording to my father, rk was supposed to have a very strict personality, but that didn’t seem true at all.
He was just a stereotypical doting grandfather.
Perhaps back then, he had no choice but to be strict due to the difficult circumstances. I chuckled at the sight of the two of them happily ying, despite rk’s skeletal frame, and then replied to Rina. ??a??ǒＢ?S?
I didn’t forget to lower my voice, just in case, as I asked in a hushed tone.
“Are you, by any chance, a Jin-Lily shipper too?”
“Jin-Lily?”
“Yeah. Do you support that couple too?”
If she did, I was nning to flee somewhere other than the imperial pce.
Helium was out because of Gartz, and the only ce left was Alvenheim.
Arwen had told me I could visit anytime, even asking me to show up more often.
Rina blinked at my question and then replied in a reluctant tone.
“Ah, no. I like Zenon and Mary better.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
Did she find my question suspicious? Rina asked quietly with a doubtful look.
She was quick to pick up on things, so she seemed to realize why I’d asked such a question.
“Wait, don’t tell me… You’re not, right?”
“Not what?”
“Seriously, don’t. Even though I support the Zenon-Mary couple, that’s just…”
Rein gave me a look as if asking how I could even think of such a thing.
But I shrugged it off nonchntly, refusing to be fazed.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Don’t you feel sorry for them?”
“But it raises the quality of the work.”
“That’s true… But I don’t know. Do whatever you want.”
The die has been cast.
★★★★★
When Isaac’s departure for the imperial pce was just around the corner, the 29 manuscripts he had prepared arrived at the publishing house as he intended.
Normally, Anna would have intercepted the manuscripts along the way, but this time she didn’t.
Since Isaac had strongly requested it, she had no choice but to send them to the publishing house.
Thus, the 29 manuscripts arrived. Before printing, proofreading for typos was essential, and typically, this task was handled by an editor.
However, since it was <em>The Chronicle of Zenon</em>, multiple people were assigned to proofread it to ensure that not a single detail was missed.
They considered this a form of respect for the work.
“So, what do you want me to do about it?”
The head of the publishing house, Musk, wore a baffled expression as the employees in charge of proofreading approached him.
The 29 manuscripts were neatly stacked on the desk, having been perfectly proofread for typos.
Normally, they could have been sent straight to the printing press, but for some reason, the employees hade to him directly.
“It’s not about the typos, but rather the content,” one of them said.
“The storyline?” Musk asked.
“Yes. While we understand it’s not our ce to say this…”
The employee, who appeared to represent the group, hesitated as he spoke.
Musk looked at him with an expression more puzzled than annoyed.
What could have possibly happened for an employee toe directly to him, the president of the publishing house?
Since theunch of <em>The Chronicle of Zenon</em>, no employee aside from Matthew, his secretary, had ever approached him in this manner.
On rare asions, employees came to him due to vacations or resignations, but resignations were usually for personal reasons.
Considering Musk’s decent personality and, more importantly, the overwhelming sry, it was virtually unheard of for regr employees to visit him.
“Could you ask Zenon to reconsider the storyline?”
“What?”
Musk frowned deeply at the suggestion.
They hade to him out of the blue to ask Zenon to revise the story.
Although Musk was effectively Zenon’s editor, he never interfered with the storyline—it was always done perfectly without any need for intervention.
And now an employee was asking for such a thing?
He found it not just absurd but iprehensible.
The words, “What right do you have to say such a thing?” almost escaped him, but Musk managed to suppress his frustration and spoke calmly.
“Do you even understand what you just said?”
“Y-yes, of course. But if you read it just once, you’ll understand how we feel.”
“…Tsk. Fine. I’ll read it. But don’t make a fuss until I’ve finished.”
He wanted to throw them out, but he couldn’t.
Their courage wasmendable, and there had to be a reason for their insistence.
The employee sighed in relief as Musk picked up the manuscripts on the desk and began to read.
The story began with Zenon tracking Jin, following his trail by visiting the countries the party had previously passed through.
Eventually, Zenon arrived at the desert region where the First Demon War had broken out, uncovering hidden truths.
This alone was enough to shake the world, but…
“…Huh?”
Before long, Musk, having reached the ending, widened his eyes in shock, his expression bing almostical.
As if unable to believe what he had just read, he flipped back and forth between the pages repeatedly.@@novelbin@@
Was what he just read real?
Then, he closed the manuscript and urgently turned to his secretary, Matthew.
“Hey, Matthew. Who delivered these manuscripts?”
“As always, they came from the mansion,” Matthew replied.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
As if the ending were too unbelievable…
“It wasn’t tampered with by demon worshipers on the way?” Musk asked in a flustered voice.