Chapter 30
To be honest, I owe this insanity entirely to Parnello.
My opponent was the head of an organization and even if I’d had a few days of succession training, I couldn’t guarantee a one-on-one fight.
However, in this case, it was very simple.
Standing next to was none other than Corleone second in command, the Hunter of Corleone.
It was to hold back my laughter while he was behind but thankfully I had [Talent: Hitman], so it must have been even more intimidating to him.
“I’m done, Master.”
I was the first to leave the room and get so air when Parnello walked out, wiping his hands on a handkerchief.
“Tough job. What happened to the Triad guys who ca with them?”
“They’re all cleaned up, too.”
This was Corleone after all.
In that short ti, he’d already cleaned up everything.
“Judging from his behavior and deanor, it’s likely that the Triad sent him away as a discarded hand. If the Triad’s boss was capable of normal thinking, he wouldn’t have sent him here.”
“I’m thinking the sa thing. They’re far too low-level to have been sent to Corleone.”
In other words, the Triad wouldn’t move if we dealt with them here since these n were rely a sacrifice to appease Corleone’s anger. However, there was one thing they had overlooked.
“This attitude will only earn our wrath.”
If the Triad boss had co to Korea himself and shown my father respect, apologized, and offered proper compensation, their lives might have been spared, at least.
Corleone would not forgive a dog for baring its teeth, but they would not take his life if they bowed.
“Very well, that’s the way it is with Corleone.”
“By the way, have you heard from father?”
My father said he had been watching all this from his study. Surely he would have contacted Parnello by now.
Parnello nods and smiles wryly, as I’m not wrong.
“Yes, to elaborate, he said that the master would feel ashad……to put it mildly, but that it was good enough to pass.”
What do you an, sha…….
Apparently father has been singing my praises to Parnello a lot.
“He also told to look forward to an upcoming executive eting and that you can expect another award for this job.”
“That’s enough to make wonder if he’s putting through the wringer just to give sothing…….”
“I guess that ans he loves you so much that he’s willing to pretend he can’t win.”
This, of course, is a pretense of humility.
“Only if Parnello says so…….”
As I muttered that and turned away, I could see the sun peeking over the ridge.
“It’s ……already getting close to morning.”
“I see.”
“I’ll go give the Don a full report, and since you’ll be attending the academy soon, you should rest a bit, and perhaps the business will be finished before you leave.”
I could tell from those words alone that Parnello was hoping to speak with my father in my absence.
Normally, I would have asked him if I should go see father first, but Parnello was adamant that he wanted to make the report himself.
“Thank you for your consideration, Parnello.”
Parnello smiles wistfully as he leaves, and only when he’s out of sight do I make my way to my room.
Normally, it’s still ti to go to bed, but I’m not in the mood for sleep thanks to the fatigue redy father handed .
I stay awake until the sun is fully up, making plans for the upcoming club activities.
* * *
[Master, it’s Parnello]
“Um?”
Hearing the voice from outside, I checked my wristwatch and realized that it was already ti for school.
“Co in.”
Hearing , Parnello walks into the room, swivels his chair around, and bows his head to as he stretches.
“I see you haven’t been sleeping.”
“The fatigue redy father gave was too good.”
“Hahaha, I’m glad to hear that. The reason I’ve co to see you at this hour is to tell you about Don’s reward for what happened earlier today.”
With that, Parnello began to explain what father was going to give .
“First of all, Master, you will be given an offshore account that you have earned through this incident.”
“An offshore account?”
“Yes. We’ve checked it out and it contains about 1.3 billion credits. You’ve also been given the password to the account, so you should be good to go.
1.3 billion credits…….It was too big a sum to be considered a day’s pay, but I’ll take it for what it is.
“Secondly, you will be issued your own personal suit.”
“A suit is more than enough.”
“An ordinary suit would be enough for you, but this ti will be a little different.”
Parnello smiles as he says this and the next words out of his mouth were enough to surprise .
“I’ve put in a request for a personalized suit with the Maestro.”
“……Hmm? Is that the sa Maestro I know?”
“Yes, I’m sure it’s the sa Maestro you know, and you can go to his workshop this evening with your assistant Han Seo-joon.”
“Ha, that’s more than I expected.”
It’s a different story if it’s a suit made by Maestro.
Maestro is a title reserved for master craftsn who can create ‘treasures’ based solely on their individual abilities.
In other words, a title bestowed upon a master craftsman who is considered the best in his field, and now, they have entrusted him with the creation of my suit.
“Hoo-hoo. The suit you’re wearing was mostly made by the Maestro as well, so I’m sure it will be of great use to you as well.”
Even in the ga, it was a struggle to break through Vito Corleone’s defenses.
The suit was a top-tier item, packed with nefarious abilities such as defense, bulletproofing, self-repair, and external energy dissipation, and could only be obtained by completing the highest difficulty chain quests or by targeting Vito Corleone and getting him to drop it.
“Maestro’s suit…….That’s a bit much.”
“Since you’re the heir apparent, you’re going to be an Executive in the near future, so I think it’s only right that you wear sothing like this, and you can understand Don’s feelings.”
As I listened, I understood why father and Parnello were doing this.
If I were to beco an Executive of the Corleone family, I would be involved in most of the family’s overall activities.
In such a situation, my tone of voice, my movents, and even the clothes I wear would all be related to my father’s honor.
“……if you put it that way.”
Perhaps, Parnello doesn’t know….that I’m tugging at the corners of my mouth.
* * *
“So, Mr. Eugene, did sothing good happen today?”
“Um, what do you an?”
“You’re always so expressionless, but today you seed a little more human, like you had sothing going on that made you feel good.”
“Sothing good.”
“Ah! Of course! Can I ask what it is?”
I can’t tell her outright that I’m getting clothes from Maestro, so I think I’ll tell her sothing else.
“There’s a big investnt coming to our club soon.”
“What?! Investnt? Who the hell would want to invest in a club that’s not even established yet?”
“I’ve been helping my parents with so work and getting so pocket money. I thought I’d use it to make the club financially viable.”
“Oh, pocket money – so, how much pocket money did you get and are you calling it a big investnt?”
“The amount…”
After checking in the car, I realized that the account Parnello had handed was one of the ones he’d recovered from the gang, and that the money hadn’t been laundered yet.
Apparently, Parnello and my father were curious about how I would handle money in this situation.
I could have just left the account with my father or Parnello, but I wanted to show them what I could do.
As I was thinking about what to do with the account, I rembered Haru.
As the daughter of a corporation called the Inomiya Group and the head of the International Trade Club, I knew she could solve this problem.
“About a billion.”
“Ahhh, I see. One billion……eh? billion? One billion?!”
At the ntion of a billion credits, Kim Se-ah jumped to her feet in disbelief.
“You’ve got to be kidding , what do I have to do to get a billion in pocket money, and is Eugene’s dad so kind of corporate boss?”
“……Sothing like that.”
After hearing my answer, Se-ah couldn’t say anything more.
“Good morning, boss~”
At that mont, Jin-woo walks into the classroom, and Se-ah turns her head to look at him.
“Good morning, wait, that’s not the point!”
“What?! What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?”
Jin-woo is taken aback by her sudden behavior. In response, Se-ah grabs both of his shoulders and begins to shake him back and forth.
“Right now, Eugene, the President of our club is about to pour a billion credits into the club, it’s just a good morning, it’s a great morning!”
“Huh? What’s that……, a billion?!”
“A billion!”
“A billion?!”
“A billion!”
“Crazy morning, man!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the ability to be that loud at the start of the school day.
“Bo, boss, is this real? Did we really get a billion?”
Jin-woo rushed over to , leaving Kim Se-ah behind.
“…… I said it was coming, not finalized.”
“Then that ans it’s real! 1.1 billion! Long live Eugene! Long live Eugene! Boss is God! Boss is God!”
I held my forehead as I watched him howl madly in place, just like Se-ah had done earlier.
“Good morning president, Jin-woo, Se-ah.”
“It’s not a good morning!”
“Not a good morning!”
I felt déjà vu.
……Jesus, really.
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