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Chapter 7. The Welcome Ceremony Is Grand (1)
"A bomb... so that was it!"
The children understood faster than I expected.
I'm truly happy to have such capable subordinates.
Maybe our kids are incredible geniuses.
"Yeah, we're going to hide a tiny little surprise element inside the soap. To put it simply, it's a prize draw. Some soaps will have attractive rewards inside, like prize exchange tickets..."
I smiled wickedly and said,
"And some soaps will have a dud, a bomb inside."
Maybe we could put in something like a bomb mark along with the phrase, 'Oh, what a shame. Better luck next time.'
The children listened to me and looked impressed.
Rang spoke in a slightly excited voice.
"In that case, we can specially gift soaps with bombs inside to the trash of the Empire, those irredeemable nobles who disturb society and exploit the weak."
Is this kid actually from the modern world like me?
Rigging the odds. What a demonic idea.
But squeezing some money out of bastards who deserve divine punishment by rigging the odds is righteous thievery. I'll accept Rang's opinion.
"Gacha-style entertainment is highly addictive. If it works well, we'll be able to scatter our soap all across the Empire."
I can personally guarantee that.
Gacha... once you get a taste for it, it's really hard to escape. Your salary and wallet end up in danger.
"The farther our soap spreads, the more efficiently we'll be able to clean up the Empire's trash and purify the world... As expected, Boss, you're different."
Being praised makes me a little embarrassed.
In truth, I'm just copying something I saw in the modern world.
"This will definitely work. No one would ever imagine that something like that would be inside soap."
"Yeah, if they don't know, they can't help but fall for it."
There's no way medieval people would have resistance to modern gacha. If this lands properly, I think it could become a massive hit.
"...Boss, you had already thought this far ahead. Just how grand of a picture are you drawing? This Rang cannot even dare to keep up with your insight."
Rang looked genuinely impressed.
I'm glad everyone's reaction is good.
I had thought they might respond with things like, Does that make money? Wouldn't it just make the manufacturing process needlessly complicated?
"To mix such a complicated mechanism into soap. And even mass-produce it... This is certainly a complicated task."
But the one who spoke up here was the one in charge of manufacturing. It really must be a difficult task after all.
The child who used to be an assistant fell into deep thought.
I cautiously asked the technician,
"Is this a little too hard to implement after all?"
When you put it as adding a prize-draw element, it sounds simple.
But for this one thing, we'd need printing work, explanations about the draw written somewhere on the product, and even a process for putting raffle tickets inside the soap.
In truth, even soap production is new to us, so there will probably be a lot of trial and error. And now we've added another tricky element on top of that.
But what came back was a confident smile.
"It is hard. But if we put it that way, was Boss's goal of purifying this world with our own hands easy?"
The child questioned me instead.
"Well... of course it's a difficult goal. But—"
My voice and the child's voice overlapped.
My subordinate and I spoke the same words at the same time.
""That is not a matter of difficulty. It is a mission we must somehow accomplish, even knowing it is impossible.""
My eyes met the child's.
The child and I smiled faintly together.
"Exactly, right? This is the same. It will be difficult, but because I am dreaming together with you. For the sake of that dream, this is something we somehow want to accomplish, and something we will accomplish."
I really am blessed with incredible people.
"Please trust us. We will make it happen easily."
How did only such admirable kids end up joining me?
Every single one of them is capable and even passionate. Comrades who share the same vision as me and run forward together.
"...Well, even if we say we'll overcome it with grit, there are still practical problems. We'll need a certain amount of resources, after all."
"That's only natural... Resources, resources, huh..."
The technician had joined us.
We had secured production facilities that were pretty decent too. The workshop isn't extremely big. But for now, it's a satisfying scale. However, the most important thing still remained.
Materials to make the soap.
We needed a way to procure materials in large quantities. In other words...
"We'll need the help of a merchant guild."
* * *
In truth, this was the greatest obstacle in the business.
We couldn't just sign a contract with any merchant guild.
'You see it sometimes even in the modern world. When a restaurant does well, the building owner kicks out the original owner and steals the restaurant to run it themselves.'
If things are like that even in the 21st century, then in the Middle Ages?
It would be worse, not better.
Here, there isn't even the bare minimum of legal protection. No, legal protection does exist. But the Emperor's law protects the perpetrator, not the victim, so there's no answer.
"I can already picture the future. The merchant guild bastards saying, 'The soap business seems to make some money, huh? We should take it,' and eating up this business site for free. I have to stop that ending at all costs."
The Imperial Family sides with the merchant guilds that offer them bribes. Even if we appeal that we've been wronged, they'll just ignore us.
"...That is certainly a problem. Cooperation with a merchant guild is essential for mass production. But a merchant guild blinded by money will surely covet what we have and try to make it their own."
It was exactly as Rang had just said.
If we sit around blankly, we'll be eaten. But the problem doesn't even end there.
"S-Sis, aren't we all commoners in the first place? Isn't there no one among us who has connections to places like merchant guilds?"
In truth, even making contact with a merchant guild was a problem.
Almost all of us were former slaves. There's no way we'd have connections to a merchant guild master.
"This is troublesome. I wanted to see right away what expressions the trash would make when a bomb came out of their soap. It seems we still have quite a long way to go."
Rang spoke in a slightly disappointed voice, but…
"I don't know, it doesn't look that far to me?"
I smiled with a playful expression.
If a problem appears, we just have to solve it.
And the solution was already in our hands.
"There's no need to think too complicatedly."
"Pardon?"
"You're saying the problem is that we don't have connections to a merchant guild, right? We don't have any? Then we just have to borrow them from someone else."
At my words, Rang's face filled with bewilderment.
"From whom? Did you know a noble?"
But I calmly waved the photograph.
The place where I had been sitting until just a moment ago.
The photograph proudly placed on top of that desk.
"Of course I do. Our friend. We have Sir Leon, who gifted us an entire alchemy workshop."
"Y-You're going to borrow the name of a noble who burned to death?"
We'd already eaten up the alchemy workshop and even a technician, so what was there to be cautious about at this point?
If we were going to suck him dry anyway, we might as well suck him dry properly.
I rummaged through the drawers at random.
"Leon may have been trash, but he was still a noble, so he should have something like a communication crystal ball. If I look around a place like this..."
Mm, just as expected.
Maybe he didn't even want to move, because in the cabinet closest to the place he often sat. I could see a crystal ball carelessly shoved inside.
As expected of a dirty bastard. There were marks on the crystal ball that looked like food had splattered onto it while he was eating, but it was functioning normally.
"He had more merchant guilds he knew than I expected. Before he fell, was he a fairly well-known noble?"
I fiddled around with Leon's communication crystal ball.
Rang asked worriedly at my actions.
"Boss, will this be all right? If you get caught..."
I answered with an expression that asked why she was asking something so obvious.
"Of course it's dangerous."
"Then wouldn't it be better to reconsider after all?"
"But, Rang. In the end, we'll be trying to use them. And they'll be trying to use us too, won't they?"
This truly barbaric medieval Empire.
A country where not a single thing is to my liking.
Here, the logic of power is everything.
So there's only one solution we should use.
"In the end, it's a fight over who devours whom. Then won't it be fine as long as we devour them first?"
Of course, I have no intention of threatening them.
I'm not that barbaric.
"Don't worry, I'm confident in 'negotiation.' We just have to make them submit without worrying about appearances and put a leash on them."
I said with a bright smile.
"...With the weapons I have."
This is the future knowledge meant for this very moment.
Money-making methods known only to me and shared with no one else. Wouldn't these be attractive enough bait to blind a merchant's eyes and manipulate them?
I'll pour all of my future knowledge into it.
"I see, I was worrying for nothing. Please do not worry, Boss. Your weapons will burn anything to ashes."
Rang looked strangely confident.
I'm grateful that she's cheering me on. But I'm the one who knows the future knowledge, so why is Rang puffing up her shoulders?
Kids really are impossible to understand sometimes.
"Then all that remains is calling the prey."
Rang thought for a moment, then opened her mouth.
"But... will a merchant guild come? Didn't Leon get angry at Boss all on his own, saying, 'Are you looking down on me too because you heard the rumors that I went bankrupt from gambling debts?'"
"You're worried that since he's already a noble with nothing left to take, even if we use Leon as bait, no prey will come?"
"Yes, that is correct."
Certainly, that was a sharp point. But here, we need a shift in thinking.
"Of course a proper merchant guild wouldn't come. What kind of idiot would do business with a debtor on the run?"
"Uh... then doesn't that mean we can't make a contract?"
"But an improper, rookie merchant guild would come. A rookie merchant guild with poor information-gathering ability, one that can't even properly grasp the rumors, and that hasn't been in business for long yet."
In other words...
"It means guys that even we, as we are now, can somehow deal with. Prey that's easy to bite will come."
"Ah!"
"Well, there's also the possibility that Leon being penniless is so famous that no one comes. But that part can only be left to luck."
It was certainly worth trying, at least.
I moved my hand without hesitation.
"I'm trying to start a soap business, so help with supplying materials. If I write this in a sentence as arrogant and irritating as possible, matching Leon's personality, and send it... then preparations are complete."
Now that the bait had been thrown, all that remained was waiting for a bite.
But there was no need to wait long.
After all, merchants become swift when they smell money.
Sure enough…After waiting a little, I sensed a presence outside.
"Greetings. Your ever-reliable business partner, the Lotan Merchant Guild, which competes with trust, has come to visit!"
The man equipped with a sales smile laughed brightly...
"What's this? Where did your master go? I'm sure a communication just came a moment ago. Why can't I see his face?"
He looked at me and narrowed his eyes.
"You there, slave, what is going on?"
I looked the merchant guild master straight in the eyes.
...It was time to butter up the prey.
"I will explain, Merchant Guild Master."
I calmly took one step forward.
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Chapter 8. The Welcome Ceremony Is Grand (2)
The merchant company head tilted his head while looking our way.
I naturally smiled and stepped forward.
"Master is currently away."
At that, the man's face immediately crumpled.
Mm, he's definitely an amateur.
What does he plan to do if a slave tells on him to his master later?
This is the damned empire. A world where, even if a noble kills some rude commoner merchant company head, the emperor would shield the noble instead.
"...Haa, and here I came rushing all this way."
Of course, the story would be different if he were an incredible millionaire, or if he were from a noble family and merely running a merchant company.
But judging by his poor information network and unprofessional attitude, he was clearly from a small-to-mid-sized merchant company. Even though he was in no position to act forcefully against a noble, he was openly showing how angry he was.
"This is quite unpleasant. I, the head of the merchant company, came personally with my subordinates to show proper courtesy. And he doesn't even show his face?"
On top of that, the head of the merchant company personally came for a sales deal like this?
This really seemed like a small company among small companies.
But that made it even better. Between a large-scale merchant company with hundreds of people and a small-to-mid-sized merchant company, wasn't it obvious which would be easier to devour?
"I'm sure Master did not intend for this to happen. You arrived earlier than expected, and he is someone who often leaves his seat due to having many prior engagements in the first place."
"Engagements?"
"Yes, well... You know. Drinking parties."
The merchant company head made a contemptuous expression, as if he roughly understood.
But even so, he didn't storm off. It was clearly unpleasant to be ignored, but apart from that, he must have smelled money.
Wasn't there nothing easier to deceive than a noble who seemed to lack common sense, a good-for-nothing who didn't even know basic manners?
"Still, we have a contract Master left with us in preparation for a situation like this. Why don't you come in and take a look?"
"I want to speak directly with your master."
He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he wanted to fleece a sucker.
He was practically saying, 'Call the pushover, not you. I'll sweet-talk him.'
I smiled slyly and spoke.
"Well, it'll take some time for Boss to return anyway, so wouldn't it be better to at least read through the contract? After all, for a merchant, time is gold."
At my words, the man hesitated for a moment.
"Haa. I suppose it can't be helped. Hurry up and bring out some tea."
Anyone watching would think he was entitled to it.
He had no conscience, no conscience at all. He should have at least had some cute side to him like our kids.
"Yes, please sit down and let's talk."
The merchant company head still looked displeased.
He spoke in a grumbling voice.
"Honestly. I shouldn't have brought eight subordinates into such a cramped space. I brought along my carriage and horses and everything with sincerity to show courtesy to a noble, but still."
"I'm sure Sir Leon will recognize your sincerity."
"Would someone like that call us to a place like this? It's so cramped that I already feel suffocated. I'll have to tell my subordinates not to come in and wait outside."
He seemed dissatisfied with the venue. But what could I do? It's not like party rooms exist in the Middle Ages. My house is a commoner house, so it's even worse than this place.
"You're the one in charge of managing the other slave brats, right? Do your job properly. When guests arrive, isn't it basic to have tea prepared in advance? You should come out right away and greet them too."
The bastard took off his leather coat. And then... he threw it at me.
The coat hit me directly on the head.
"Haa, fuck. I threw it to you so you could hang up my coat, and you can't even catch that? There should be a limit to incompetence. This is exactly why slave bastards are no good."
After throwing something right in someone's face, he turned the blame around and spouted nonsense about me being incompetent or whatever.
And then...
"What's with that look? You want to die?"
The atmosphere changed in an instant.
Of course, it wasn't my atmosphere that changed. To me, people of the Middle Ages were basically orangutans pretending to be human.
I wasn't immature enough to get angry just because an orangutan threw something. Well, he was lacking, so that could happen.
The ones getting angry right now were the children.
""...""
I could even feel killing intent from their gazes, as if they had all made a promise, everyone glared coldly at the man who had thrown the coat at me. They all followed me a lot. So when I was disrespected, they got angry to the point that I wondered if things were becoming too murderous.
"You shouldn't do that in front of a guest."
For now, the other party was the owner of a merchant company.
I tried to calm the excited children down to some extent. Honestly, I was worried whether the situation could be calmed with just a single sentence.
"You all go out and welcome the other people outside."
At my words, the children's expressions changed in an instant.
Unexpectedly, the children accepted my words quickly.
"...Are you referring to a 'welcoming greeting'?"
Rang asked in a meaningful voice.
"That's right, a welcoming greeting. We should do it grandly. Do you understand what I'm saying right now, Rang?"
What formed was a smile more innocent than ever.
"Yes, we will put on a splendid fireworks show."
Our kids really are so kind.
I smiled brightly and looked back at the merchant company head.
Now then, let's begin the negotiations in earnest.
* * *
The subordinates that the merchant company head, Rotan, had brought with him.
They were currently devoting themselves to a side job.
The act of taking advantage of the moment when their master wasn't watching to move valuable items into their own pockets. Secret relocation.
To put it simply, they were all diligently stealing.
From the beginning, small-to-mid-sized merchant companies and bandits were synonymous.
Merchant companies of a certain size still managed their image to some extent. But small-to-mid-sized merchant companies lived very efficiently.
"No, they said he was a noble bastard, right? Why is the workshop in this state? No matter how much I search, I don't see anything like a storeroom."
"This is ridiculous. Even if he can't fill a warehouse with gold coins, shouldn't he at least have a bundle of silver coins stashed somewhere? It's so shabby that there's nothing worth stealing."
Normally, they carried various goods around and sold them, but if they saw someone worth robbing in a place like a mountain?
They immediately transformed from a merchant company into bandits. These were the kind of people who worked two jobs and lived more diligently than anyone else in the world.
Even now, they were using the chance to see if there was anything they could steal.
"They said this noble was a famously huge idiot, so even if a few things went missing, he wouldn't notice. No, isn't it inconsiderate of him to have nothing worth robbing?"
But the owner of this house was too stingy.
He should have stocked up on items in a way that made them easy to steal. They had expected to make a proper profit this time. But now that they had rushed here in such a hurry and looked like they wouldn't even be able to pocket any decent gains.
Everyone was in a foul mood, and then...
"...What's this?"
A voice came from somewhere.
Even if this was a place where a noble lived, there might be something like a secret warehouse, so a colleague had said he would search for one.
The man seemed to have discovered something and let out a sound.
"What is it? Did you find something?"
"Let's share the good stuff. Where is it?"
Everyone rushed over, hoping to grab a share.
But what the men discovered was not a treasure room.
"Was there a fire or something? It's all burned down."
What they discovered was a villa.
The villa where Leon had been living. And the villa where Leon had died. A place that had been completely burned down, to the point that its shape could no longer be recognized.
There was an alchemy workshop beside it.
Maybe something like an explosive potion had malfunctioned. Everyone was about to move on while thinking that, when someone spoke.
"...Guys, doesn't this feel kind of strange?"
The man had been staring blankly at the villa that had become a pile of ashes. One of the merchant company employees opened his mouth with a serious face.
Something was unnatural.
"A noble who didn't even show his face when a merchant company came to visit, and a building completely burned to ashes."
They might just be separate incidents.
One side might have simply burned down in an accident while handling potions, and the other side might simply not have shown his face because he was rude.
There wasn't even a single piece of physical evidence.
No matter how they looked around, they couldn't see anything like bones.
"...Something's suspicious."
But that, on the contrary, made it even more suspicious.
Should he say that the scene was too clean?
They couldn't find anything like traces of a corpse, but rather, there was an unnatural feeling as if someone had tampered with the scene.
Didn't it seem like someone had tried to conceal an incident?
"What the hell are you talking about? Are you playing detective?"
"No, I'm seriously saying this is strange. Wasn't that noble bastard already dead in the first place? Rather than being out somewhere?"
Calling people over and then leaving his seat?
Even when guests arrived, they couldn't contact him?
No matter how one thought about it, didn't that feel a little unnatural?
"That bastard's famous for having a shitty personality and living drowned in entertainment. He's probably gambling somewhere right now. He just forgot about the appointment because he was drinking."
"Still, it's suspicious that he isn't showing his face."
There was no physical evidence. He had only seen a similar case before, and felt a sense of déjà vu. Only an instinct that could hardly even be called evidence.
Still, this was certainly worth checking.
"Besides, if those slave bastards really killed the noble... Isn't this a chance to make a proper killing?"
"Make a proper killing?"
It wasn't as if it would cost them money to check anyway. And if this instinct was correct, there was a lot they could gain from it. Enough that coming all the way here would no longer feel like a waste at all.
"The original owner is already dead anyway. Can't we just kill all the slave bastards here and swallow this entire alchemy workshop whole?"
When dealing with a noble, there was a need to be careful. But against commoners, there was nothing to worry about.
The imperial family didn't treat commoners as people in the first place.
Lowly things are not citizens. It was something the emperor of the empire had said in private, but those in the know all knew about it.
In any case, even if a few lowborn people died, the imperial family wouldn't care. As for the guards, it would be over once they slipped them some money.
"No, killing them ourselves would be a bit of a waste. Should we hand them over to the imperial family for the crime of killing a noble and claim the reward? We need to think carefully about which side would make more money."
While they were thinking that, a voice suddenly rang out.
"I was wondering why Boss suddenly gave such an extreme order. But I really was worrying over something stupid."
Blue hair and red eyes.
At some point, a girl was standing behind the employees.
"There's no way Boss would give an order without any reason. It's just that, with my narrow field of vision, I simply cannot understand the world he is seeing."
Those red eyes shone.
The girl faced the employees with a calm expression.
"Boss has given an order."
A smile formed at the corners of her mouth.
The girl smiled playfully and said, "To burn all of you, and put on a grand fireworks show."
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Chapter 9. The Welcome Ceremony Is Grand (3)
I had expected too much from medieval people.
I should have known from the start that it was best to think of medieval people as moderately intelligent orangutans.
'I thought that, at the very least, someone like the head of a merchant company who made a living through business would have even a rat's tail worth of business sense.'
However, the Middle Ages exceeded my expectations.
The merchant company head was not a merchant company head.
There was no meticulous negotiation, no tense battle of nerves over profit and profit, no fierce exchange of strategies.
These bastards were gangsters.
"Ah, I don't know about that! I said I have no intention of signing a contract unless it's under these conditions! Do you really think I'm going to listen to whatever you blabber on about?"
The man was openly forcing his demands.
"Please calm down a little. Negotiation is originally about confirming what both sides want, then adjusting things so both parties can be satisfied..."
"Shut up, and hurry up and bring your master here and tell him this. If he doesn't want to die, he should sign the contract right away. Tell him that if he rejects our offer, a very enjoyable situation will unfold."
I am not saying that he was acting like a gangster.
He was literally, truly a gangster.
In this damn empire, thugs were strutting around with titles like merchant company head or whatever.
"Could you at least listen until the end? This is practically not negotiation, but a threat."
Please stop cutting me off. No matter what kind of proposal I try to make, he keeps chopping my words short, so conversation itself cannot get through.
I am not even asking him to act like a gentleman, but could he at least act a little like a human being?
"Look at this guy, talking so rudely. When did we ever threaten you? We were just having a little conversation."
But it seems even that is impossible for medieval people.
He did not think about what he had been doing until now. He just got fixated on the word threat and started throwing a fit by himself.
The man looked at me and spoke threateningly.
"You've been talking like you're something special for a while now. But in the end, you're Leon's slave, aren't you? Even if one guy like you dies, that bastard Leon won't care, so where is all that confidence coming from?"
To think he would so openly talk about killing someone.
Just how far down has the empire's average fallen? Other than our kids, I have never seen a normal person.
There should be a limit to how low-quality people can be.
"If I kill you right now and pay that bastard the price of a new slave, he'll probably like it instead, you know? Please, know your place. I'm saying you're not in a position to have a conversation with me."
"I am merely relaying the conditions requested by Lord Leon, not myself. Even so, ignoring those conditions without listening to even a single sentence is too..."
"What? Too much? So what are you going to do about it? If I tell you to shut up, you should just shut up, so why are you running your mouth so much?"
Even when I brought up the most common-sense words possible, they did not get through.
Negotiation itself was impossible.
In the first place, conversation is something shared between person and person. How on earth could a human and an orangutan conduct contract negotiations?
'Looks like this won't work after all.'
If possible, I had tried to persuade him somehow. But rather than signing a contract with that bastard, it would be easier to teach a chimpanzee how to write and make it sign. It was not as if his merchant company was the only one out there anyway. Well, finding another merchant company would be a bit complicated, but still.
Signing a contract with someone like that was something I could not help but feel reluctant about.
"...Ah, this is so frustrating I could die. Where is your master? I'll have to drag that bastard here after beating him half to death or something. That idiot doesn't even take proper guards around because he finds it bothersome."
"I believe he is probably at a nearby gambling den around now. My master has a tendency to enjoy gambling while drunk after drinking alcohol."
Any thought of signing had already vanished completely.
I made up words and answered suitably.
"So where exactly is that place?"
"...I apologize, but since he behaves senselessly while drunk. I do not know exactly which gambling den in the area he might be enjoying himself at."
"Haa, you're really useless from start to finish."
The merchant company head looked down at me while letting out a deep sigh.
"You'd better brace yourself. I'll let you off for now because it's urgent to grab that sucker and beat him down before someone else snatches him first, but..."
The man sprang up from his seat.
He looked at me, smiled eerily, and declared.
"Unlike that noble bastard, no problems will arise later no matter how I dispose of you. I may not look it, but I'm the type to hold a grudge. When I come back, you're going to experience something fun."
Ah, I really do hate the empire.
The slaves are all good kids, so how is it that anyone who seems to have even a little power is garbage like that? I wish someone would start a revolution already.
"Look forward to it."
He would just die if he got stabbed with a knife anyway. Why on earth did he keep saying things that would earn him grudges?
Medieval people truly make no sense. It was when I was thinking that and letting out a sigh.
What I heard was Rotan's dumbfounded voice.
"...Huh?"
The merchant company head had opened the workshop door to leave this place.
If he opened the door, he should have just left.
The man suddenly froze and opened his mouth.
...What is that bastard doing all of a sudden now?
* * *
Rotan, the head of the Rotan Merchant Company.
He showed a blank expression while holding the doorknob.
'Wh-What the hell is this?'
What reflected in front of his eyes was a scene he could not possibly understand.
...They were burning.
The subordinates he had brought with him were burning. They were turning into ash without leaving even a trace behind.
People had died in an instant right before his eyes.
Of course, he had seen many people die before, but this was different.
"Th-This must be what Boss was talking about. If we want to make the world beautiful, we just have to burn away all the ugly people. Then good people won't have to suffer anymore."
"We can comfort the souls who died at the hands of these ruffians, and give new lives to the victims who would have appeared in the future. Boss truly is a merciful person after all."
What entered his sight were children.
Their blood-red eyes gave off an eerie light. At this horrifying scene, the children were smiling calmly, as if they had not dealt with people, but merely cleaned up trash together. They were all smiling with faces full of satisfaction, as if there was nothing in the world to be prouder of.
'Th-These lunatics.'
However, the most frightening thing was not those smiles.
There was not a single wound on their bodies. ...How could those bastards not have shed even a single drop of blood?
His subordinates had definitely been armed, and since they had originally been bandits, they were all capable of protecting themselves at least.
Yet those bastards had subdued and disposed of everyone without even being injured. And if those bastards had already disposed of eight people without leaving a trace, would they really struggle to dispose of just him? In the first place, he was not particularly better at fighting than his subordinates.
'Mo-Monsters...'
Monsters. Those things were monsters. They were monsters he should absolutely never have gotten involved with. And yet he had already gotten involved with them. He had walked into this insane monsters' den with his own two feet.
His breath caught in his throat. His legs trembled on their own from fear. And then...
'Ah.'
Their eyes met, those children saw Rotan.
After seeing Rotan, they ran toward him.
His legs stiffened. Even though he knew he had to run away, his body would not listen to him. It felt as if he would collapse at any moment.
"We have completed our mission and returned, Boss!"
The children ran into the workshop while smiling brightly.
With steps so light it was as if they had simply returned from a walk.
They headed toward that man from earlier as if nothing had happened.
The man called Boss by the children. The person Rotan had been talking to until just now. The one who seemed to be the leader of the slaves.
"We held a grand fireworks display and welcomed the guests, Boss. Would this be enough to earn passing marks in Boss's eyes?"
He had confidence in his eye for people, if nothing else.
Rotan had risen to the position of merchant company head by being good at recognizing sucker bastards who could not say anything if he pushed hard.
That man had definitely looked ordinary.
A calm way of speaking and golden eyes. From his voice to what he said, no matter how one looked at him, he did not seem like a madman.
Rotan had thought he was an ordinary person.
"Ah, so you even held a grand welcoming ceremony?"
The man was smiling calmly.
He was saying that the children who followed him had burned people alive, and yet he smiled without batting an eye, as if he were even making a joke in this situation. No, beyond that, as if he did not even know that people had died at all.
He smiled with an innocent face and spoke.
"It was so quiet outside that I didn't realize you had even held a welcoming ceremony. Things like that are usually supposed to be a bit lively, aren't they?"
...I wanted to hear the screams.
I wanted to hear the screams they let out in pain while their bodies burned, and I am disappointed that you did not let me hear them.
"We apologize, Boss. We thought it might disturb you while you were having a conversation, so we gagged their mouths and paid attention to soundproofing. We did not know Boss preferred to hear the sound."
They melted their vocal cords so they could not even scream.
The girl spoke such ominous words as if they were nothing.
And the man smiled as if there were nothing strange about hearing that.
"Ah, I see. Sorry, you were being considerate of me, but I didn't even realize that. It's true that it's better for things to be quiet during negotiations. Thank you for always paying attention to this and that for me."
"It is only natural as your subordinate."
The two smiled warmly at each other.
No matter how he thought about it, it was absolutely not a situation to smile in. And yet the two were smiling more peacefully than anyone.
That sense of dissonance creeped Rotan out more than anything else.
"You had to hold the welcoming ceremony, and even take responsibility for burning the guests' trash. You all really worked hard. If you keep inhaling smoke, it isn't good for your health either. I'm sorry for making you go through trouble for nothing."
"Not at all. How could working for Boss ever be trouble? The act itself is joyful and rewarding."
He had to run away from these lunatics.
He had to look for an opening and escape.
"Mr. Rotan? Why do you look like that?"
The man looked at Rotan.
He had killed people right in front of his eyes, and yet he was asking why his expression was so serious, with a face that seemed genuinely curious.
There was not a hint of malice in that expression.
"Ah, is it because of the smoke? Well, it is true that burning trash every time we dispose of it is a bit inconvenient. The smoke also looks slightly unpleasant, after all."
But the fact that there was no malice in that expression was even more terrifying.
The man was not trying to scare Rotan right now. He was not threatening Rotan because he wanted something.
"If the smoke made you uncomfortable, I apologize."
That bastard truly did not understand.
He did not even understand why Rotan was afraid.
"From now on, I'll have to change the method for disposing of trash."
An emotionless monster imitating a human.
The insane psychopath smiled as he spoke.
"I guess we should just bury it underground or something! After putting it inside a bag and stomping on it hard with our feet to reduce the volume, that is."
I will completely crush you and then bury you underground.
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MMelomabout 4 hours agoIn the first place, conversation is something shared between person and person. How on earth could a human and an orangutan conduct contract negotiations?
I laughed at this part.
And I keep laughing as the story progressing. The heck ahaha.
I'm not laughing because of the 'actofkilling' okay? I'm laughing about the misunderstanding lololl
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Chapter 10. Employee Benefits Are Taken Seriously
There is a saying that even if you get dragged off by a magical beast, you'll live as long as you keep your wits about you.
Because people aren't simply meant to die just like that. Even if you run into a magical beast in the mountains and get dragged to its den, there should still be at least one shred of hope that you can somehow survive.
But is there hope if you get dragged off by a psychopathic murderer?
By a guy who says he wanted to hear people screaming? Who says it was such a shame he had to cover their mouths and kill them quietly?
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't see any hope. So all he could do was pray. Please, somehow let him survive this madman.
"P, please spare me! I, I want to live."
Rotan desperately grabbed the man's trouser leg and shouted. But the reaction he got in return was bizarre.
The man looked as if he didn't understand what Rotan was saying.
Rather, he looked at Rotan as if he were the strange one and said.
"Uh... Why are you crying all of a sudden? Are you hurt somewhere? No, more importantly, what do you mean you suddenly want to live?"
Five seconds ago, he had threatened to kill him to his face, and now he was asking Rotan back with an innocent expression.
Rotan's mind went blank. Pale-faced and drenched in cold sweat, Rotan answered the man's question.
"M, my subordinates, my subordinates..."
He didn't want to end up like his subordinates.
There were still far too many things he wanted to accomplish.
So please, at least let him keep his life.
He was about to voice that common, desperate plea. But Rotan couldn't continue speaking. Because the words that followed made his mind grow faint.
"Your subordinates? Ah, they're probably in the middle of being 'purified' by now. We care a great deal about cleanliness, you see."
Purified? He called that purification?
He had never heard such insane nonsense in his entire life.
But sincerity could be seen in the man's eyes. That wasn't a lie. The man genuinely believed that burning evildoers was purification.
That fact made Rotan's legs tremble like mad.
"Kids, you guided our guests properly, right? So they could wash themselves clean. Cleanliness is an important matter, after all."
"Yes, Boss. Their souls must have been washed clean by now. You have once again made the world a little more beautiful and immaculate. As expected of you, Boss."
"No, why go that far just because we washed some people? Rang, you have a tendency to overestimate me."
It was an insane conversation that he simply could not follow.
After the two of them talked among themselves for a while, the man looked toward Rotan. Looking at Rotan, he smiled and asked.
"You were worried because your subordinates disappeared. You're surprisingly affectionate. Not only are they all safe, they've even been perfectly purified. So the problem you were worrying about has disappeared now, hasn't it?"
Was he seriously saying that?
"They'll probably come back to you soon."
They merely purified their souls, so there was no need to get worked up? The souls of the sinners, now cleansed, would be with him?
Just listening to it made him feel like the madness would spread to him.
What kind of deranged world was reflected in those golden eyes? Just imagining it made his head spin.
"Anyway. It seems like we can finally have a conversation now. I was also able to discover a good side of you, since you care about your subordinates."
The man smiled brightly, as if he were happy about something.
Smiling brightly, he extended his hand.
"Would you be willing to talk now, even at this point? My desire to negotiate the contract terms still hasn't changed, you see. What do you think, Mr. Rotan?"
He didn't want to take the hand offered by the devil.
He wanted to ignore everything and run away out of fear.
He wanted to make this entire matter as if it had never happened. But Rotan wasn't foolish enough for that. He knew this was the only path of survival left to him.
So he desperately grabbed the boss's hand.
"I, I'll talk! I'll accommodate you! A, any conditions at all! Whether it's a slave contract or anything else, I'll do it all!"
When adjusting contract terms, one must not let the other party look down on them.
He no longer cared about such principles.
In a situation like this, how could he possibly have the leisure to think about principles or power struggles or anything of the sort? First, he had to survive somehow.
"Uh... Are you being serious?"
"O, of course I'm serious."
"The things the workshop kids said they needed... are these. Could you possibly procure all of them as quickly as possible?"
For now, he had to say yes to anything.
Even if he couldn't, he had to somehow make it happen. If he ended up marked by a bastard like that, he wouldn't be able to live the rest of his life.
With that resolve, he was about to nod immediately.
"Uh...?"
The materials he was demanding were strange.
Sun grass that grew in desert regions, lilies of the valley that had absorbed moonlight. If these were materials used in an item, then...
'T, these are bomb materials! Y, you said you were going to make soap! Why are you demanding bomb ingredients for soap!'
A group of psychopaths with deranged beliefs.
Evildoers must be burned and purified.
Let us wash their souls and make the world clean. A gathering of madmen aiming for the purification of the world. And those people were making bombs. Even Rotan could understand what that meant.
'R, rebellion? Are these guys plotting rebellion?'
It was widely known that the imperial family was corrupt. It was a world gone so mad that there were even rumors that when His Majesty the Emperor went hunting, he used slaves instead of deer.
There was no way those people would leave that alone.
...If he became entangled with rebellion, not only his entire family, but everyone who had ever exchanged even a single word with him might be lumped together and exterminated.
So he absolutely had to refuse.
"Ah... Have you changed your mind, perhaps?"
A voice reached him.
Golden, emotionless eyes.
They gleamed strangely as they looked down at Rotan.
He was afraid. Being tied to rebellion was frightening. But... that man was even more frightening than that.
He had no idea what he was thinking, and he couldn't imagine what he would do if Rotan voiced his refusal.
"N-no! That's not it!"
That man was more frightening than the imperial family.
A simple yet powerful reason. That was what made his trembling hand move.
By the time he came to his senses, he had already signed the contract.
"...You have made a wise decision. I guarantee that you will never regret choosing to work with us."
The man smiled brightly and took the contract.
...Had he perhaps made a mistake because he was overwhelmed by the pressure?
No matter what, getting involved with rebellion meant certain execution. Wouldn't it have been better to pretend he knew nothing and run away?
All sorts of thoughts briefly flashed through Rotan's mind.
"But where did your subordinates really go? Even if they went to wash up, they should have returned by now. Would you like to go look for your subordinates with me?"
"N, no! It's all right! It's really all right!"
That regret disappeared in an instant.
Make an enemy of a madman like this?
He would rather join a rebellion a hundred times over!
* * *
I regretted the way I had acted up until now.
'...I was trapped by prejudice too.'
People can't be fixed.
That was what I had thought. But Mr. Rotan changed his mind and repented.
He sincerely agreed with our goal and promised to cooperate under conditions that were practically no different from unpaid labor.
'He said he'd procure the goods without even taking commission or shipping fees? How can someone like this exist?'
The terms were so good that I couldn't understand them.
He even donated the wealth he had on hand to us. It was amazing how that irritable man could change this much.
Of course, since his attitude had changed so suddenly.
"Boss, just in case, I think it would be best to maintain at least a minimum level of caution. He even had a slave brand engraved on himself of his own will and put his life up as collateral, but there is still such a thing as a what-if."
Rang's face looked slightly sullen.
I looked at her and said with a laugh.
"Is it still bothering you that Mr. Rotan threw his coat in my face? It certainly was a slightly rude action..."
"Slightly rude, you say! Boss, you are someone who will make this world a better place. He should have been expressing gratitude, yet he committed such rudeness! I can never forgive him."
"...What kind of existence am I inside your head?"
I chatted with Rang while waiting for the delivery.
But even after the promised time passed, there was no news.
Rang, who had been deep in conversation with me, frowned.
"It has clearly been thirty minutes since the time he was supposed to deliver the goods, yet he hasn't even shown his face. This is suspicious."
Rotan was supposed to bring the goods today.
Yet there was no sign of him at all.
"As expected, he ran..."
But Rang's words did not continue to the end. Because we began to hear it faintly from far away.
The sound of a cargo wagon charging like mad.
"You damn horses! Faster! Move faster! Your master is about to be buried alive, you bastards!"
Clatter-clatter. Rattle-rattle!
A man approaching with tremendous noise.
His face was familiar, since I had seen it once before.
"I, I'm sorry I'm late!"
But I couldn't help being a little surprised.
...Because I saw the goods Rotan had brought.
Materials were piled up like a mountain.
"I poured my own money into this and brought about twice as much as requested, all with the highest-quality goods. S, so could you please forgive me with this?"
Materials more than plentiful enough.
The merchant company owner had returned with armfuls of gifts.
"To be honest, since you weren't coming for so long, I was worried you might have run away too. Haha, now I feel a little sorry."
"R, run away? Absolutely not!"
Perfect.
With this much, we wouldn't have to worry about materials for a while.
Truthfully, his first impression had been the worst of the worst.
Who would have thought that someone like that would achieve this much?
A satisfied smile formed on my lips. And after seeing my smile, Mr. Rotan carefully opened his mouth.
"Um... Was this much enough to be of help?"
"Yes, of course."
"T, then could I perhaps withdraw after making this my final job? Of course, I will not tell anyone about the internal circumstances."
Since he had brought results, he would be rewarded.
I was the type to listen well when a subordinate had something they wanted.
So there was only one thing that would come out of my mouth.
"Of course that's impossible."
There are requests in this world that can be granted, and requests that cannot be granted. No matter how I looked at it, this was the kind that could not be granted.
Use such a capable talent once and then let him go?
There was no way such a thing could be allowed.
"Congratulations on joining us, Mr. Rotan."
I gripped Mr. Rotan's hand tightly.
As for a reward, I had already prepared something other than resignation. I had thought of a benefit that suited him perfectly.
"After looking into it, I found that you have a family too. You should leave your children here. You'll be busy for a while, won't you?"
I guaranteed it in a kind voice.
"I will take good care of the children."
Mr. Rotan froze for a moment at the extraordinary benefit.
I was glad I had brought over modern-style childcare benefits.
With pride in my heart, a smile formed on its own.
I smiled, approached him, and whispered in his ear.
"Your son is very cute."
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MMelomabout 4 hours agoI'm really not someone deranged okay but, it's just so funny lololol. I want to see the cute son too
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Chapter 11. Bomb Terrorism Should Be Bold (1)
Maybe being hired had made him that happy.
The man had sat down on the spot the moment he heard what I said, bursting into tears like a five-year-old child.
Mr. Rotan quickly blended into our organization.
"...That rude merchant guild master still doesn't sit right with me, but I'm relieved that you are managing him properly, Boss."
"Managing? What did I manage?"
"Aren't you writing a letter even now?"
Rang pointed at the letter I was writing.
Since supplying materials here and there was his job. It was a letter I was writing to Rotan, who was still working hard even now.
[How have you been, Mr. Rotan.
Please do not forget that your one and only son is currently in my hands. I mean that you should rest assured, because I am taking responsibility and looking after him. I am always, constantly keeping a close eye on him, after all.
The child sometimes gets teary-eyed.
Originally, he couldn't see his father often because of merchant guild work. Even so, he misses his father, and asks me about five times every day when his father will return.
He is a child who loves his father this much, so if something were to happen to his father's person... the child would be very sad.
I also dislike seeing the child sad.
So I hope you will always judge wisely, take good care of your life so you do not get hurt, and make sure you never end up separated from your child...]
I skimmed through the contents of the letter and said, "It's just an ordinary letter. It says the kid really likes his dad. That he'd be sad if his dad got hurt, so he should take care of himself. Mm... is it too close for a letter written by a boss at work?"
Aside from that, I couldn't find any particular problem with the letter.
To my question, Rang replied, "No, it is a perfect letter. Boss's wisdom is also seeping out of the letter. Once that Rotan bastard reads this, he will immediately understand what the wise choice is."
"Should I also take a picture of me smiling with the kid? I don't think cameras exist yet, but if there's a magic tool with a similar function..."
Originally, fathers were supposed to gain strength when they saw their families.
If he saw the child laughing and playing together with me, Mr. Rotan would surely feel reassured, and his work efficiency would rise even more.
"Hotter than anyone when it is time to burn hot, but colder than anyone when it is time to be cold. As expected, Boss's vessel itself is different. This must be the talent of a leader."
"...Has praising me once a day become some kind of habit? No, why are you acting like this over me writing a single letter?"
"Boss, you are far too humble."
Rang's appearance as she worshipped me to a level that was honestly a little worrying.
At this point, it was beyond overpraising and had reached deification.
At this rate, she might write a biography of a great man before long.
"Anyway, we don't need to worry about material procurement anymore. So all that remains now is mass production, huh."
"I have been thinking that it would be nice if we had a collaborator who could approach noble society and spread our soap for us."
...A noble collaborator.
Well, influencers were important in marketing.
Whether or not an influential person promoted our goods in noble society. That difference would probably be bigger than expected.
"That's not something we can get just because we want one. I don't think it'll be easy to find a noble who will cooperate with our ideals."
"Yes, that is true. I thought the same. However... if we were to obtain one, we could likely purify even the most influential and wicked nobles in the empire with our weapon."
"That's definitely true. If we had a good backer, it would be easier to plant our soap even on high-ranking people."
This... definitely seemed like a problem worth thinking about.
I had a fair amount of pride in my soap.
I could assert that it was the highest quality in the world. To begin with, it was soap made with a manufacturing method that had been improved and improved over hundreds of years. If the soap I made wasn't the best in the world, that would be what was strange.
Good products were naturally bound to spread by word of mouth. So even without a noble to spread rumors, I thought it would become popular.
"Is there no way to find a noble collaborator? I should carefully look into whether there's anyone who would agree with our ideals."
Still, if we could get one, it was certainly better to do so.
Nobles probably had noses too. Even if nobles were the sort of people who believed they would smell fragrant as long as they sprayed perfume after not washing for a month.
Surely, even among those filthy bastards, there had to be at least one awakened person like me who suffered from that stench.
"But for now, we don't have a way to look for a noble collaborator, right? For now, let's focus all our efforts on mass-producing the soap."
Of course, promotion was still a story for the distant future.
To begin with, we were still in the process of attempting to mass-produce soap. Finishing that perfectly first was the priority.
After all, weren't strong basics important in everything?
"How's the progress?"
When I asked, Rang answered in an ambiguous voice.
"After all, the contents inside can't be visible, can they? If something like a bomb is visible, they will naturally freak out."
"That's true. If people can see whether it's a dud or not, there's no way business will work. We need to pay attention to that part too."
The random gacha element we had decided to put inside the soap.
If the bomb image with the words 'Dud! Better luck next time' written on it was openly visible through the soap, who would want to buy that soap?
"On top of that, it seems they want to improve it into a material that melts well in heat as much as possible. It's better if no traces remain later, isn't it? If some unnecessary problem happens, that would be troublesome."
"...Mm, it certainly would be better if it melts well."
It had to melt well for our product to sell a lot, didn't it? If possible, it was better for profitability to make it so it was consumed quickly.
I hadn't expected the kids to think that far.
They surprisingly had business sense.
As expected, if there was one thing I was blessed with, it was people.
"The reason that Rotan bastard is constantly running back and forth right now is probably because most of the materials he prepared before have been used up for testing. It seems like a pretty troublesome task."
"Yeah, just how many prototypes have they made? It's already impossible to count now."
To begin with, they weren't even workshop owners, but former assistants. Since they were children who had not received professional education as alchemists, they had no choice but to go through plenty of trial and error.
"As expected, it will take about a month..."
They needed more time.
It was when Rang was about to reach that conclusion.
The door opened with a loud 'Bang!'
A subordinate catching his breath as if he had just run here.
The employee shouted in an extremely excited voice.
"It, it's complete!"
* * *
I followed the excited employee to the workshop.
The employee proudly shoved the finished product toward me.
"Look at this. No matter how you look at it, it's ordinary soap, right? Even if you washed your eyes and looked, you wouldn't be able to find anything like a bomb inside."
The way he smiled proudly.
And the result was definitely worthy of pride. Because it was a result beyond what I had expected.
"This was the hardest part. We modified it so that when it's exposed to heat, it melts and evaporates incredibly quickly! By mixing in things like special medicinal herbs. So that not even a trace remains."
I was the one who had provided the soap recipe, but.
In any case, I had merely improved it through several rounds of trial and error based on a recipe I vaguely saw in a web novel.
But these children had independently improved it based on my recipe. Even if Rotan had provided all sorts of precious materials, it still couldn't have been easy.
"How is it, Boss! Would this much receive a passing score even by Boss's standards? ...P, please tell me honestly."
A success that came after arduous experiments and countless trial and errors. Even after accomplishing something this impressive, he was genuinely worried about what he would do if I said I didn't like it.
In this situation, there was only one thing for me to say.
"No, I can't give it a passing score."
"R, right! A, actually, what I said earlier about it being the finished product was a lie. I'll bring the real finished product and show you one week later, so please evaluate that one..."
"Because it's a result beyond a passing score. It feels like the maximum score is 100, but the score has gone beyond four digits, so I'm dumbfounded."
The child's expression had looked like he was about to die just moments ago.
Life instantly returned to that face.
The corners of his mouth looked like they were about to rise past his ears and ascend to heaven.
"Can mass production start from now?"
"It would be better if we improved the facilities and work tools, but even in the current state, we can mass-produce it quite quickly!"
Apparently, mass production was now truly possible too.
...There was not much time left before our startup threw down its gauntlet. A smile naturally formed around my lips.
The child spoke, completely excited.
"The day we purify the world is not far off either."
"To think I would discover rebels in a countryside corner like this. So, you're saying you'll soon carry out your plan to overturn the empire?"
But what came to us was an unfamiliar voice.
Our gazes naturally gathered in one place.
A man who had been eavesdropping on our conversation from the beginning.
"I came here to catch that Leon bastard who ran away without paying back my debt and beat him half to death. But to think I would catch rebels instead of a debtor. Life truly is something you can never understand, isn't it?"
"Yes, Lord Sian. Fate is truly fickle."
Blond hair and blue eyes.
A man like a peacock, his body covered in expensive ornaments.
And even a fellow who seemed to be that man's butler. It didn't take long to grasp the situation.
The children's faces went pale in an instant.
Rang shouted in an urgent voice.
"Boss, please step back! We will handle this place!"
Rang seemed to be preparing something as she threw off her gloves.
Seeing Rang like that, Len shouted,
"S, Sis! U, unlike Leon, that person has an exclusive guard and even a family crest, doesn't he? I, if we even scratch him, won't that bastard's family chase us down with everything they have?"
"That doesn't mean we can just stand still!"
Everyone was shaken by the sudden situation. Of course, I was also a little surprised, but…
"...Boss?"
What formed around my lips was a smile.
I had no choice but to smile.
"Step back, Rang."
This wasn't us getting caught by the scruff of the neck through bad luck.
Rather, it should be considered good luck.
'I was worried about where we were supposed to find one. But he walked in on his own. An influencer who will promote our soap company.'
Turn crisis into opportunity.
What reason was there to be frightened in a situation like this?
I calmly walked toward the noble.
"...This is another unexpected reaction. I thought you would immediately freak out and run away. But even in this situation, your expression is calm."
"A guest came, didn't he? I should at least go out to greet him."
I believe his name was Sian.
The man raised his sword toward me.
The blade reflected the moonlight and glittered.
"Are you in your right mind? You were caught plotting a crime. Normally, panicking and trying to run away would be the normal reaction."
But I approached Sian.
Not caring whether or not he raised his sword.
With an expression that said I truly didn't understand, I asked, "A crime? Is it wrong to want to purify filthy things and make the world clean? Why should I hide that?"
For an instant, the noble's expression was dyed with bewilderment.
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MMelomabout 4 hours ago... hmmmm
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