I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Eh! What the hell is going on?

Why don't you just do what you want! I am Lord of Barbora, the Marquis of Christon, second son, Brooke Christon! Don't let anything happen in this town that doesn't work the way I want!

"Zelaise! If it was your story, there would be a bigger mess going on by now!

I stare at the little man standing right in front of me. Still a poor man. But it must be a man who can use it.

This man is Zelaise the Alchemist. He is the man who made Eugene's apprentice famous as the exclusive of the Adventurer's Alliance and created the cause for him to be pursued by the Alchemy Alliance. Now he was lurking in the society behind Barbora and receiving illegal requests.

He is a madman who has embedded demonic stones in humans and put his hands on a godless study of creating demons, but he is very treasured in his muscles because his arms are not bad. I've made a few requests, too.

Zelaisse's specialty poison came in handy when he turned down his suggestion to make my concubine and sealed the mouth of the civilians who had even told my father.

On that edge, he's now in a position like mine.

"Ha. Apparently someone is interfering"

"What do you mean?"

Is my plan leaking...?

"Do you know the name Black Tail Pavilion?

"... I don't know"

Guess from the name, is it a cook? How does that relate to my plan?

"It's one of the stalls in the contest"

"That's what's wrong!

"We're talking about the use of magic water in the dishes we sell at that stall. The name is Water of Pleasure. It's water that heals abnormal conditions within days."

"Is that true?

I don't think it's just something that can be used in bulk, such as magic water.

"It was a fact. I let my subordinates get that dish, but it did have the ability to heal."

"Shit. If so, is it their fault for the delay in the plan"

"Yes, because it's a stall that sells 10 gold bread one at a time"

"You mean there's a lot going on out there?

"I think there are over 5,000 meals out there a day."

"There's a good chance that a Noble Dish cook is eating that bread."

I don't think it's an act of knowing my plan. But if we're gonna get in the way, we just have to get rid of it.

"Crush that dewstore."

"We've turned to those we've already hired, but we've been repelled."

"You even hired an escort?

"Yes, Rank B Adventurer, Iron Claw Corbelt sticks around all day. Besides, the shopkeeper's girl herself was a Rank D adventurer."

"What happened to Linford's men? Is this what you're hiding for?

Linford and I are a man named Zelaisse's co-researcher, who was introduced to Zelaisse about two months ago, but he also imitates like a mercenary of the stream, many of whom have excelled in combat under his command. However, most people had scratches on their tibia and without my guidance it would have been difficult to get into Barbora. I'm hiding in this mansion now. Creepy guys in circles on Zelaisse, but they've often been instrumental in rough things.

"I pointed out to those over LV20..."

"You couldn't? The owner is just Rank D!

"Not a single one will come back. Actually, even mine tried to make contact, but the back-run people I hired lost track of me. Life or death is unknown."

"... what is that? Are you even an escort protecting you from the shadows?

"I don't know. Some of the information I was asked to look into was rank D adventurers, contributions to pirate extermination, possession of large quantities of spices, etc."

"Let him find out more."

"No matter, we're letting you look into it. It seems, however, that we have come to Barbora recently, and there are no people with more information. It looks like Barbora came in on a Lucille Chamber of Commerce ship, but that Chamber of Commerce has many hard-mouthed people. At last, the people who work on the boat grabbed the money and got it."

Then you can't even grip the weakness and threaten! You think my plan is being interrupted because of such a lowly adventurer? Damn it!

"Do we use mercenaries? If you put in about 30 people, no matter how strong they are, you can kill them.

"If you move too flashy, won't your father touch you?

"Shit."

Sure, my father's men are all over Barbora. If you imitate badly, you could be touched by my coup.

He's an abominable father! In the first place, I made this plan because of my fucking father's blindness.

What's "Brooke, you're not the vessel of the lord"! He's my brother, but he's got to be serious. No head, no pride as a nobleman, just to spin wisdom like me! All you have to do is see him heckling at that civilian, and you want to smash him to death.

I deserve to succeed the Marquis of Christon more than a weak man like that! If you don't know that, I'll do my best to make you understand.

My plan is to create confusion in Barbora and rub the blame on my father to hide. Kill my brother in that mess, and I'll be the head of the Christons.

It is Zelaisse's role to cause that confusion. At first I was going to let this guy make poison and throw it in the well as well. But then he said it would end to the point where dozens of people would lose their lives precisely.

Instead, it was this plan that Zelaisse had proposed. If it were indeed that plan, it would be able to involve the whole of Barbora and scatter destruction and confusion.

I got on with the plan. A large number of humans will die. But most of them are civilians. As a sacrifice for me to succeed the Christons, it would be light.

And one of the key elements of the plan is Wayne Christon. He is my fool brother.

Wayne is incompetent from me, my brother. Born in the position of three men of the Marquis family, he is a fool who became impressed by the royal palace cuisine he ate at an early age, for no reason whatsoever, by the lower bitch profession of cook, etc. It really made me a cook, not a side business thing like letting my subordinates run the Chamber of Commerce like me. I don't have the talent to thrive on my own while I'm there. I've only eaten my brother's dishes once, but to be honest, they didn't taste great. Now he has also lost his mind and has become just a man who mass-produces expensive miscellaneous fish dishes in vain to gain fame.

Still, it's available for this project, so I invested in his shop as a cook for you.

Wayne's shop Noble Dish is visited day after day by my father and the nobles who want to connect with me. Besides, he seemed to mistake himself for a great cook in order for them to use scattered bread. However, if it was meant to be, it would not be the kind of arm to proceed to the second qualifying round of the contest. Because I'm sending a lot of donations to the culinary guild, I'm just moving on to the second qualifying round with a first-round waiver.

But you were licking his stupidity additions and subtractions a little. I didn't expect you to hire a light-mouthed chimp and run to obstruct other stores. Besides, let them attack even their own stores to show off their beauty stories? A fool. The culinary guild has already begun its investigation. Well, with my mouthfeel, you won't be disqualified immediately. The culinary guild has an array of unfriendly people, but not everyone is noble and fair. Some of them are happy to accept bribes from me.

That's why this plan can be implemented.

My plan is to use special magic water to serve dishes in Wayne's stalls and to sprinkle the curse. It cannot be established without deluding the appraiser of the culinary guild.

The magic water mixed in the dishes seems to be a special magic water developed by Zelaise and Linford. I don't know the principles in detail, but those who consume this magic water are cursed and their hearts sprout. If consumed in large quantities, it's dangerous water that turns you into a complete thug. The wonderful thing about this magic water is that it has a rug until the magic is familiar, and it will work after the inhabitants scatter all over Barbora. Well, it looks like Wayne only thinks it's just magic water. Spread the curse dish for me.

During the contest, Noble Dish has about 3,000 guests a day, nearly 10,000 in three days. Barbora will be in havoc if all this number of humans start rambling. It unleashes massive amounts of Zelaisse's studying demons and completely mahisses the city's function.

In that case, the lord has to take responsibility. Good and hidden, if bad, you could even be guilty. That is the only sin that plunges Barbora, the doorway to the sea of Kranzel, into chaos.

Damn, I can't stop laughing just to imagine my father going to trial.

But come here. There's been a breakdown in my plan. You think it's bread that just eats it and breaks the curse? You're making a joke!

According to Zelaise's report, the number of crimes had increased compared to normal years, but only to the extent that they could be dealt with by the guards.

We have to get rid of Blacktail Pavilion and Yara somehow.

"Use him."

"Are you sure? I think there's going to be a little bit of a fuss."

"Let's have no choice!

"Okay. Then I'll call you."

Ten minutes later.

There was one man standing in front of me, a big man over two meters. Red copper skin and a tremendous number of scars engraved throughout the body. Muscles enough to make you wonder if you don't need armor or anything. Don't get convinced when they say you're pulling the blood of an orga.

This guy is one of Linford's most powerful men. Anyway, he's a former Rank C Adventurer. Besides, he stayed in C because his predisposition was too bad, but said his strength was no less than rank B. In fact, I tried to get him to do a mock fight with a man who was a former Rank C who was under my command, but in an instant Keri came with it.

The big man's name is Zero Thread. Call me crazy warrior Zero Thread. He is a combat fanatic who is only interested in enhancing his own power and even seeks to fight the strong for it. Fighting and squabbling with allies and allies is a daily tea meal. As a result, people are often killed.

Extremely, it would be a case of Zero Thread being pursued by the Adventurer Guild and getting nomination arrangements all over the continent. When I was hired by a country and driven out to war, I put up a fight despite being a battlefield on my eyed allies and killed them in quotes...... That was the prince of the country, the employer. The Royal Army, whose command has been disrupted, is devastated. We are going to lose a lot of territory. The result was a huge prize money hanging on Zero Thread and being chased as a prize neck... Zero Thread said that he was grateful because the strong would come from the other side.

Brain muscle thinking is incomprehensible to me, but all I know is that its fighting power is terrific.

"I'll give you a job"

"It's been a while, hasn't it? Would you like a job where you can get busted in a while?

"That's not a problem. In the first place, why don't you do something else?

"Ha ha! That's right!

What's funny, Zero Thread laughs out holding his belly. Shit. I didn't want to use these places because I could read them. But I can't say that either. I'll throw it away at best.

(On!)

"Yeah? Did you just hear something..."

In the room just after the two of them left, I felt like I heard something squeaky. Naturally, there are no animals or anything in this room.

Maybe he's a little tired.

I did think I heard the dog squeal... Well, it's your fault.