The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

That evening.

I bought Mr. Torsti a meal and left.

"I brought you a meal"

Mr. Torsti, who was leaning in the same position he saw when he left, was completely unresponsive even when others came in.

Put out a table to be set up so that you can eat while sitting on the bed and don't move, put the meal on the table and don't look.

"Uh, shall I give it to you?

……

It was underdeveloped.

Well, nothing.

"I'm sorry, could you leave Mr. Torsty and me alone?

"... Ha. Ha, ha!? No, but"

"Rest assured we have the permission of the Branch Manager"

He asked the watchman, who seemed to have skipped consciousness for some reason, to manage to leave him alone.

All right.

Now the situation is in order.

"Eat properly"

"... what?

Was it surprising that my voice color changed, or was it surprising that I was ordered to do so even though I was known to be a prince, Mr. Torsti reacted anyway?

Well, I'll try to react, and if I have to, I'll screw it into your mouth.

Unlike when I was, many people's lives are at stake in his case.

I know I'm sorry, but you don't have time to worry about it slowly.

"You're going to Orbwhite, but you're not going to hold it until you get your strength back, are you?

……

No reaction, is it?

"You're dumped."

"Huh..."

Piku, Torsti moved.

Untied for a moment, [Spirit's Eye] saw a slight rage directed at me, so far my bet wins.

Come on, chase!

"I used you over there, and all you have to do is use Orbwhite! Why don't we just pull your father down? He tried to kill his real son in order to fight a war."

Well, if you do that, you're gonna make a loan that's too big for Orbwhite, so you're gonna be the worst puppet.

Of course I won't because it doesn't make sense to say that.

"What do you get lost in? You were gonna live as Torsty anyway, weren't you? Then."

"Shut up!!"

At the same time as I scream, a bud at the table is ripped off, and a container thrown out into the universe hits me scattering the contents.

I can see it, and I can avoid it.

But I won't avoid it.

I don't have to worry about hearing outside because the private rooms are soundproofed, and because of the boundaries, it doesn't matter the impact of the container or the temperature of the porridge or anything, but I did quite a bit of acting for once.

"No, hot! Hey, what are you doing!? I inspired you!!"

"Don't open your mouth any more......!

Mr. Torsti absurds his voice as he distorts his face with pain and discomfort in his body.

"Encouragement... that it's encouragement!? Fools who throw up all the wrong things make me laugh......!

"Hey, what's the difference! My real father dumped me, and you took advantage of me!

"Don't say it!!"

Mr. Torsty punched him in the bed because he had nothing more to hit me with.

Because Spring has heard quite a bit, his oddly untouchable and indigestible anger turns to me.

"To a woman like you, the only way to sell her charm! Mine! You know my mother's carelessness!?"

"is, mother...!? What are you talking about...!?"

"They killed me!! To the other women!! To the bitchy front and side rooms!!"

"Well, what does that have to do with anything?"

Strongly gripped fists and teeth seemed to make ringing noises.

"The royal family is the descendant of God... I was not chosen by the Divine Sword. I lost my inheritance... my mother, harmed herself... I betrayed the Emperor's expectations Shame-driven...!? Then why was my mother's body defective!! I told her to refine for my people, for my father's sake! They inspired me to be a good emperor!! They killed me!!"

Because he ran out of momentum to curl up, Mr. Torsti cut off his words and roughed up his breathing so that he could breathe on his shoulders.

Mr. Torsti opened his mouth in a downward mood again as his breathing calmed down and his mind calmed down at the same time.

"… not just inheritance rights…. If rebellion is plotted, it will not be fought, and the army will be stripped of its nationality, and the path of being under your command and supporting your country will be closed to your brethren..."

Once again, the fist gripped is opened, and Mr. Torsti looks down at his palms so rough that he does not think he is royal.

"There was only one path left for me...... If you do martial arts, you can give back your father and your humble women...... I wanted to prove that it wasn't my mother who was wrong..."

"... so you were in a hurry"

To my words, he spilled a powerless laugh as he touched his bracelet.

"With strength, I thought I'd be chosen by God over my brothers...... I didn't think you wanted to die..."

Torsty, who said that, was exhausted... but not until just now, he was depressed with a well-focused eye.

I wish you would have revealed your insides, but I didn't expect you to bring it back up to this point.

Does that mean you've just lived in a castle that's spreading with boulders?

Either way, let's move on to the next phase.

You've had more than you expected, so you don't have a hand in not using it.

"Two, let me correct you"

"... what?

Mr. Torsty looks at me suspiciously.

Well, you don't have any credibility with the impression you made earlier, but you need to know the facts properly.

"The first, but you will not be chosen by the sword"

"Ah... what do you know...!

It's just as expected that you won't believe me, so let's cut our bills too.

"I don't think you can trust me in my words, but in the words of dragon gods and gods?

"... what, to?

"The divine swords“ Liza ”and“ Hardia ”held by the Empire are a special type of weapon called the Divine Gear, a substitute that can only be handled by some in the extreme, embodying the power of the divine likeness not with sorcery, but with weapons.... is it not?

Of course Mr. Torsti does not deny it.

"Its activation condition is that those with God's genes wave their weapons. Reikhand's royal family was able to use the Divine Sword from generation to generation because it is the descendant of a pulsating inherited God.... This is an imperial claim, but it is known to people all over the world because history around the world tells the story that divine objects can only be used by those with the factor of God. Using it is the claim of the Empire and the Puppeteers that the Puppets are the closest to God."

Here's the real deal.

"The claim itself is a mistake because dragon gods and gods can also use divine objects, but it seems true that even their families could not use them, so they can only treat God's factors to those born with them"

Even the two of us told me, like, but of course we didn't investigate like that and we didn't talk about it.

"Well... I..."

"Unfortunately, there must be no God factor"

"... right"

There's no room to back down anymore. Maybe it's the bottom line, or maybe it's something that I was able to predict.

Either way, he accepted reality without disturbance.

But this is a fabric stone, right?

"Another correction, Your Majesty wishes your death is a mistake."

"... why, I think so"

"That bracelet."

Mr. Torsti turns his gaze to the bracelet on his right wrist.

The bracelet he was touching, as if to calm his mind, allows him to learn more about its effects in [the eyes of God].

Before I told him that, I asked him.

"Can you tell me who gave you that?

"... my mother tells me that my father gave it to me when I was born"

It's good to hit it right, though there are a limited number of people who can get it because it's pretty expensive.

Now I don't think I have to go around "how did it get into Mr. Torsty's hands”.

With inner relief, I suggested to him.

"Could you take it for once?

"... why"

A swordswallowing thorn mixes in the questioning voice.

I know it matters, but I thought I didn't have to be so vigilant... and I realized one possibility.

"Never take it off, but were you told?

It was a star to see.

Let us decide on the battle before Mr. Torsty, upset, regains his calm.

"Once you take it off, you'll believe my words"

……………………

Did the alleged increase his credibility, Mr. Torsti hesitated and eventually put his hand on the bracelet.

He seems to be magically locked to keep him from coming off abruptly, and when he squeals a spell, he makes a crisp noise and his arm breaks in two.

At that moment, Mr. Torsti's body made a noise of "mistletoe".

"G, shit...... Huh!?"

Rounding his body with a distressingly distorted look, Mr. Torsti hardens.

Exactly as much torn pain as screaming can barely even move, erodes his whole body, and sweat emerges on his blue-faced forehead.

I broke the line and cut off the skin of my arm, pouring blood into a glass that fell and emptied.

Then turn Mr. Torsty's face upwards and send the glass to his mouth.

"Don't rush. It's okay. Drink slowly."

At first, Torsti, who had exposed herself to swallowing tricks and discomfort, also formed a soothing relief and sudden dependence of severe pain, so that she could wear a glass from herself.

Drinking off the glass of blood, Mr. Torsti suddenly lost himself for a while before shaking his shoulder again, understanding what he had done.

"What... now...! What the hell am I...!

"Please calm down. Keep your eyes closed as it will heal the wound first"

When he chanted firmly and applied healing magic/heels, his wounds recovered completely.

The recovered person seems surprised at the rate of recovery, but it was done because he removed his bracelet, and now anyone can recover normally.

When I removed it, I removed it. I have another problem, so it's not that simple.

Either way, I don't need to keep my bracelet off anymore.

"Now it's okay. Bracelet."

"... oh"

Mr. Torsti wore a bracelet and saw the stains on the bed and the blood on his mouth and distorted his face.

I think his disgust that he drank someone else's blood and the pleasure that remains inside is twisted, and his anxiety that he can't find a place to drop it is causing him to suffer.

Some people choose to die here themselves, but it seemed okay in his case.

"Explain... I guess you will..."

"Absolutely."

Not as much of a scornful gaze when you expose your feelings, but with a thorny gaze I agree.

It's an act of replenishing what humans are like.

"... a human being...? What are you saying...?

I don't mind if I say human genetic information in the past life, but things change around here, so it's pretty hard to explain.

Our human body is made up of information on what form people take. Your body forgot the “shape of a person" and made it up to you by getting a piece of a person's body. "

"Forget your body...?

Mr. Torsty sees his palm stained with my blood.

"I... what (...)...?

"You have a ghost factor, not a god factor"

Haunted factors can have amazing physical abilities, with the limitations of physical status removed.

But its essence is “a kind of bug out of the management system," and physical status specialization can be just a by-product of it.

Pure ghost factors like me, the god, and his family, Gabriel, have the nature to knock out defects caused by ghost factors with "specially recognized bugs," so they don't cause such glitches. But having a ghost factor born as a mutation is a genuine bug, so it's going to be big and small and have problems like his.

The disadvantage of causing panic, madness, and confusion to life around you also, in the case of mutants, on yourself...... rampant.

To contain them, they need to incorporate normal human information.

I think it would be easy to understand if we interpreted “vampires” and “ghosts who eat people” as preying on blood and human bodies to preserve themselves. But if that's the case, the ghosts might not have been able to run off and be themselves.

As a result, there may be no infectious diseases in this world other than those caused by witchcraft or spells.

I think the irrational and irrational sorting that was regularly caused in the world over there and the promotion of a forced culture can only be an extra element because they are substituted by external enemies: demons and demons.

Well, I don't care about this story.

"Was I, instead of the Son of God... the Son..."

That's how he shrugged, and Mr. Torsty spilled a dry laugh.

It was like saying it all matched, but I'm still in the middle of a conversation.

"That's why they gave you that bracelet."

"This, the bracelet...?

"Yes."

Given what just happened to me, Mr. Torsti has to admit, even if I didn't bother to affirm it.

The effect of the bracelet-shaped treasure that he is wearing, the "substitute circle”, is that he receives an instant death spell by spell or other means, that is, the exfoliation of the soul instead, which in other words becomes the "surrogate soul outfit”.

Instead of preventing contractual and lethal spells, you will also receive something like restorative and auxiliary magic as a surrogate, which has the disadvantage of making it difficult to fully recover even if you suffer a wound.

But in his case, he was able to get a by-product of a bug complement by "surrogate souls”.

"The Emperor does not want your death."

"Huh...!

I think he refused to have expectations because his memory of being abandoned caused fear of being betrayed.

But what I've put into words, hearing it, has created hope in his mind.

If hope is created, people can't help but move on.

I may fish this man with hope and slap him down into deeper despair.

But I really wanted to say.

"Think of the meaning of not being able to take up that bracelet when you leave the country when you were not chosen by the Divine Sword"

I wanted you to know that I'm not the same person you dumped when you knew you were gonna die.

"... I...,... have I not been abandoned..."

I will not answer Mr Torsti, who whined while looking at his hands.

"Am I... alive or not..."

I don't answer.

It's been a long time since Mr. Torsti sees me because there was no response to what I thought would return.

I returned a smiley look, as I did at the reception, not affirming or denying it.

Here I can also return the answer.

But if I lived to support the answer given to people, I would really put it to that answer, and when something happened, I might make that answer a way out.

It may be cruel... but if you think about what lies ahead, Mr. Torsty has to stand up for himself.

Not to be recognized by someone, but so that you can recognize yourself.

"I think we should do what Mr. Torsty wants to do"

"... right"

You gave up asking me for something, Mr. Torsti drops his gaze and speaks.

The expression on its side is hard, but I didn't have the grief I had earlier... instead I felt like I was trying to scratch it, like I was trying to scratch it, like the strength of my will.

Silence ensues.

I thought it would take about a few hours, but contrary to that expectation, it was about a dozen minutes after he moved.

Palms that remained loose and open are slowly gripped.

Mr. Torsti, who then raised his face, stared at the universe with a powerful look for a while.

And I thought, well, he turned to me physically and lowered his head deep enough to rub his head against the bed.

"To you, I did terrible things... I'm so sorry."

When Mr. Torsti raised his face only slightly, his gaze was directed at dishes and containers scattered across the floor.

I make a smile.

"I won't forgive you."

"Huh..."

Was it unexpected, Mr. Torsty's expression hardens.

No, 'cause isn't it obvious?

How many people do you think work hard to make just one cup of porridge?

I'm the one who pissed you off, and that was intentional, but I can't get a little bit to hit things.

Collect scattered containers and dishes and place them on the bad for collection.

"As a punishment, I know you don't like what you bring now, but eat properly without leaving it behind."

"! Oh. Of course."

I don't care about my stomach anymore, so let's get it back together with a nourishing menu of seafood bowls, oyster chowders and plain yogurt with stir-fried levanilla and some onions and shrimp.

Hehe.

That was a good reply, but we'll see how long that momentum lasts.

There are some problems of the period, but we are far from the sea and the seafood is expensive. Heh.

Make sure you don't feel like making food crude.

Leaving the room, the watchman who saw me solidified like a little.

... get dressed before you can cook.

When I took the meal again, I was glad to flatten it.

They're so delicious that they've never even eaten in the castle. Let everyone in the kitchen know.

Flattening the dish with a good eating practice, Mr. Torsti turned to me again.

"... I'll be there. I'm going to meet your father and ask him for his sincerity. … I would like to risk my life to stop the outrage of the Empire"

"I sincerely hope you are safe and successful."

"Thanks.... I'm a little scared though"

I have no grief at the look on my bitter face when I say that.

"I don't know if I'm going to rest, but I just have one thing to tell you"

"If you remove that bracelet, you will increase your physical abilities and you will be able to ignore the effects of the Divine Sword…"

"Oh really...!?"

I am the boss.

The effect of the divine artifact is to alter and express the information of the world itself, not to actually reveal it as a phenomenon.

To give an example, the lightning magic actually uses fire and wind factors to generate the thunder itself, but the thunder caused by the god instrument is only “perceiving it as if thunder had occurred”, and for the first time touching that “information tampering range that appears to be thunder" would “alter the subject's information to a state that has been subjected to thunder”.

That means the same to most humans, but it changes the discourse to those with ghost factors that have fallen out of “information management".

Since the information is not recognized as a subject for tampering, the effects of the divine artifact do not occur.

That's why "ghosts curse God” is what you call the world's counterpart.

"But the phenomenon caused by the Divine Sword… for example, if you halt the cut floor with Hardia and it falls when it is de-effected, it will naturally take damage. If you run away or stand around removing your bracelet, carefully identify it."

"Oh, oh."

Mr Torsti's reply is irreconcilable as to whether understanding cannot be followed by my words.

Torsti, who seemed to be thinking about how to incorporate the fact that he did not need to worry about the divine sword, frowned when he found the anxiety element.

"If you take off your bracelet, don't you need to drink blood again...?

"This will happen if you keep removing it, but I will hold it for a while with the earlier replenishment"

Oh, my God, it's my blood.

"And let me correct that, but replenishment doesn't have to be blood"

"Oh, really? Then why did you bother..."

"The best reason is that blood can be replenished most efficiently… for once, it seems most irresistible with a person's body and body fluids,"

Torsti, who said for a moment that he didn't know what they were saying, also blushed, understanding the meaning of the words.

Hey. That's where you show disgust, right? What did you imagine?

Surprisingly, besides the Puppets, they seem normal, and Mr. Torsty is off somewhere, isn't he?

Or, to go into more detail about replenishment, the quantity, quality, and frequency vary depending on the rank of ghost factors that you have with the mutation.

In his case, it was a fairly high rank among mutations called C and a form in which the collapse of the body and self began at once with a recoil that had never replenished before.

So it was pretty awkward without the blood around me or the gods.

That's what I said before, the problem with removing the bracelet and recovering.

You could die before you recover, or you could be attacked by a runaway him, but you can't leave it to Sofia, can you?

Let's get back to it.

"With this replenishment, I think it's okay to keep it off for a year. But be aware that even if you were wearing a bracelet, the deadline will be shorter due to bleeding or injury."

"... ok. I'll keep that in mind."

"I apologize for the long time. Please love yourself."

"...,... Oh"

I was curious about the odd time, but the departure is tomorrow. In order to get a proper rest, I immediately took Bud and left the private room behind.

There was Mr. Frank hanging over the stairs upstairs, and that look on my face coming this way seemed awkward somewhere.

"... how'd it go?

I told Mr. Frank that I was going to make a breakthrough with Mr. Torsty, so I think he was just worried that he was an important person.

That's what I thought, that look is something that worries me about my usual body one way or the other... this time it seems to be worrying me, and it kind of warms me up.

"Duh, what's up?

"Oh, no."

He didn't know his cheeks were loose, and he was unnecessarily relaxed by Mr. Frank, who seemed to panic somewhere when he saw it.

"It's okay. On his own initiative, he seems to have decided to head for the Empire."

"... right"

Mr. Frank strokes his chest down just a little and looks out for the private room where he is.

The gaze was as gentle as labor... but I felt as far away as I was looking at anyone but Mr. Torsty ahead of me.

Mr. Frank, who noticed my gaze, spills a grin resembling a bitter laugh.

"... I hope he finds his place too"

I don't know who “also” refers to.

But the warmth of my heart that I just felt.

Because even if he's admitted to himself, it's something he doesn't get alone. I don't want you to be obligated or responsible, I want you to wholeheartedly protect me, I want you to find a place where you might want to be here.

"... right"

I thought so and I nodded at Mr. Frank's words.