Price of Management

Chapter 10. Traps (1)

“I don't know.”

Emperor Kars woke up from his memory and said,

“I don't know what loss you speak of. ”

“But you came here to find what you lost. ”

I'm telling you, Emperor Kars is against it.

“I'm here to avoid your attention. It just happened to be chosen there. ”

“Then I'll ask. Why do you think about that day in that place? Why did I ask you what you should have felt? ”

“…… to find something missing? ”

“Yes.”

“Is that what you want to say, sadness? ”

“Yes.”

Emperor Kars smiles, his face distorted.

“I see you amuse me. Interesting opinion."

“It's an honor.”

Emperor Kars turned his back on whether he had lost interest in the topic or not.

“Where are you going? ”

“Dinner.”

Keep it short.

Then it was lunchtime.

“The Marquis of Halstein. ”

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Earl Halstein frees himself from hiding and walks boldly out of the bush on the summons of Emperor Kars.

I exchanged my eyes with the Earl of Halstein.

His eyes filled with hostility.

I showed a little gnome hiding in the ground in the sense that I shouldn't act rashly. A presumptuous presumption that hides itself at the feet of King Kars. Geez, my baby.

However, when the Grand Duke of Halstein saw it, his eyes became even worse. It was a small message from me that I could threaten Emperor Kars' life at any time.

“I'll eat here. Deploy the other escorts outside and follow your lead. ”

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

By "here," I mean here in the stars, and "escorts," you mean the wizards and knights who have gathered here to capture me.

Emperor Kars looked at me and said,

“I'll continue the story over dinner. ”

“I understand.”

The three of them went into the Star Palace. A rectangular, elongated dining table was placed in the central hall of the first floor of the Astral Palace, and the tabletops were placed on top of the dining table.

On either end of the table, Emperor Kars and I face each other. The Grand Duke of Halstein, as always, stands behind the back of the Emperor.

From the shared senses of the spirit, a great error was activated without rest in his body.

To be able to draw the sword at any time and launch the blade. Perhaps the gnome hiding under the Emperor's feet will offend me.

Wizards and knights were stationed outside the building. Every window you see in this central hall, you see them. I've completely sealed off the route I'm running from. In addition, in one case, the bay was a place where windows could be broken and allowed to enter.

I can't believe we have to eat in this ice cream atmosphere. The psychopathic emperor is the one who eats together, facing each other hypothetically. The Hallstein Marquis wants to chew me up.

I feel like I should act before I eat it.

... But I'm hungry, so I should eat. I'm more hungry today because I care about a lot of things.

The maidens living in the palace began to bring out food.

A servant brought Emperor Kars and me a glass of wine. The other maid then handed out beef concoction soup.

However, the second maid's attitude was a little strange.

She was a blonde maid with an adorable look in her early 20s, but she stared at me with an unflattering gaze. I may not know it, but I find it curious to see her attitude through the spirit's senses.

What's wrong with him?

Oh, does that make sense?

Emperor Kars and I are currently at odd odds.

The sorcerers and knights who have cordoned off the Grand Duke of Halstein and the Celestial Hall, want to capture me.

Against this, I am threatening the life of Emperor Kars.

I don't know if the actions of Earl Halstein, the error master, can protect Emperor Kars from me, no matter how nervous I am. Since I cannot gamble with the Emperor's life, I have no choice but to keep an eye on me.

Knowing this situation, even the servants and maids who work in the palace do not seem to like it, but they are nervous.

So, it was certain that the cute maid would look at me with little regard to me.

That's funny.) The servant showed up with the baked bread again. Bring the baked bread to Emperor Kars with respectful, respectful, and loving eyes, and then give me the bread with a sudden and frightening look.

Well, compared to the humans here who are desperate to hit me, it's a cute reaction, and I've become a distraction.

Monarch of the expressionless.

A monster emperor who reads people's minds in an instant.

Of course, the servants, servants and maidens who serve him have no choice but to fear him. Nothing scares me like a ruler who doesn't know what he's thinking.

But I was surprised and fresh that there was a maid who hated me for King Kars.

Apart from the late Halstein, there must be someone who truly cares for King Kars.

After eating the bread and soup from appetizers and drinking a sip of wine, the next course dishes were lined up.

There were many kinds of salads, but the only thing that caught my eye was the steamed chicken dumped in the sauce.

It was when I took the fork and knife with a cold steamed chicken.

-Dad.

What's wrong with you?

- That dish is weird.

At the words of Wounded in my body, I then examined the Steamed Chicken with a shared sensation. Certainly, in addition to the chicken and sauce, there was some ingredient that was not a cooking ingredient.

No way. Poison?

I'm surprised.

Poison? The trap that Emperor Kars dug to impress me is barely enough to poison the dish?

Oh, no way. Who's the psychopath? You can't use such a low-level tool. That's not gonna work on me.

Then it was not the work of Emperor Kars, it was the work of his subordinates as a dictator.

- You want me to clean up?

Can you clean it up?

I asked Woundee in my mind.

-Yeah.

If Wounded's venom can be purified, it means the venom isn't that lethal.

Well, I guess I'll just have to try. We need to find out if it's poison or something else. If it's poison, Woundee can fix it anyway.

All my body fluids, including blood, were flowing with the healing power of Wounded.

A poison as good as any can be cured immediately. I don't just fly up and eat any flying animals for no reason. Even if I eat something bad, it'll be cured by Wounded's power.

I cut the steak from the Steamed Chicken and took it to my mouth. After eating a few times, my eyelids became heavier and drowsy.

It was a sleeping aid.

I removed the ingredients of the sleeping pill with Wounded's power before they wore off. Drowsiness subsided and my mind cleared.

It's not poison. It's a sleeping pill. I don't know who it is, but it's childish.

I told Emperor Kars I was having a meal.

“This Steamed Chicken is delicious. ”

“I see.”

Emperor Kars responded without much emotion.

“The recipe is unique. I've never thought of throwing a Steamed Chicken away as a sleeping pill before. Hahaha.”

“…… Is that so? ”

I wasn't surprised. Emperor Kars ate without any reaction. He was a heartless writer, of course.

Instead, the face of Earl Halstein, standing behind him, froze in horror. The reaction was, again, that the sleeping pills were not what they had planned. Of course it is.

Emperor Kars said in the same bland tone as usual.

“Bring out anyone involved in cooking. ”

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”