Otome Game Mob Villain Chapter 730

"You went to inspect the sea even after demoting and confining ? I hope you obtained a satisfactory explanation and results."

"Yeah. We properly got them, so rest assured, old man."

Shia, not even trying to hide his displeasure, emitted a sharp gaze, but Vene sitting next to was smiling, showing her sharp white double canine teeth.

Our group, having returned from the sea inspection, went directly to the chief's residence conference room, where we called Shia - whom Vene had demoted and ordered to room confinent before departure - to begin the talks.

It wasn't just Shia waiting at the residence - the influential Rabbit Tribe mbers were there too.

None of them looked happy. This might be the worst atmosphere of any talks so far.

"Sigh, so how did it go?"

When Shia sighed and asked, Vene's expression turned serious as she clasped her hands on the table, emitting a sharp gaze.

"...Chris wearing Jetty's 'that swimsuit' was outstandingly amazing, old man."

"What!?"

Shia's eyes widened, and the influential mbers stirred.

What she should be talking about right now is definitely sothing else, causing our group to collectively stumble.

, Amon, and Emma nearly fell from our chairs, Capella and Tink who were waiting behind us had their knees buckle, and Chris apparently hit her forehead on the table.

However, Chris imdiately got up and glared at Vene.

"Vene, what exactly are you saying? Please stop joking around."

"Well, the room's atmosphere was bad. It's a joke, a joke to lighten the mood."

"A joke to lighten the mood? There's no way sothing that trivial would lighten the mood."

"Now, now. Look at the old man and the others, Chris."

"Huh...?"

When Chris tilted her head and looked around at the influential mbers, they all had troubled expressions, or rather, were groaning with what seed like great frustration.

As for Shia, not only did he stand up on the spot, but he was also grimacing and trembling with clenched fists.

"Um, you an Lady Chris wore that trendously destructive swimsuit? Why, how co I wasn't there for that once-in-a-lifeti opportunity..."

"See? The old man and the others love this kind of talk."

Vene smiled while pointing at Shia, but we didn't just turn pale with blood draining from our faces - we turned completely white.

But soon Shia ca to his senses and violently slamd the table with both arms.

"...Wait, no, no, no! You fool! When did I say to talk about Lady Chris in a swimsuit!"

"It's fine, old man. Tink's string bikini appearance also had an adult sex appeal that was wonderful. Emma's bolero swimsuit appearance would be irresistible for those who like that type."

"Oh!? Tell more about that later... wait, that's wrong too, you fool!"

Shia shouted angrily trying to cover it up, but we saw it.

We saw his face montarily relax into that of a lecherous old man.

Chris subtly covered her body with both arms, Tink quickly stood behind the tall Vene, and Emma, though smiling, seed to have murderous intent in her eyes.

"...He's a dirty old man."

"He's a dirty old man, alright."

"He's undoubtedly a dirty old man."

"He's definitely a dirty old man."

"He's a dirty old man, isn't he."

"He's a dirty old man."

When I muttered expressionlessly, Amon, Capella, Tink, Chris, and Emma followed similarly.

Then Vene burst out laughing.

"See? Just as I said. The old man and the others love this kind of talk."

"Vene, you are the Rabbit Tribe chief. What do you think you're doing, damaging our dignity? First of all, why are you sitting on that side?"

When Shia shouted angrily again, this ti an trendous magical pressure was released throughout the room.

Creaking sounds ca from the walls and ceiling throughout the room, the table shook, the air grew tense, and our bodies felt heavy.

He might indeed be a dirty old man, but he's undoubtedly the forr chief.

His abilities must be genuine too.

But Vene remained unfazed, emitting her own sharp gaze in return.

"During the inspection, Rid already told the full details of the plan. And I intend to provide full, comprehensive cooperation with all our resources. For the developnt and future of the Rabbit Tribe."

"Full, comprehensive cooperation with all our resources, you say? Foolish, how could such arbitrary actions be approved?"

"I figured you'd say that. That's why I also took a seat on this side to persuade you."

"...You're as chaotic as ever, girl."

Vene was smiling, but Shia was shaking his head with his hand on his forehead.

Sohow, it reminded of my interactions with Father.

But thanks to this, I'd say we've managed to seize the initiative in this situation.

At any rate, it was good to leave the opening to Vene.

We hadn't decided what to talk about, but I had asked her beforehand to relax the likely tense Shia and others through conversation.

But I never expected her to bring up the swimsuit topic - my stumble was genuine.

I cleared my throat, looked straight at Shia, and spoke formally.

"Lord Shia, I would like to explain the reason and results for inspecting the sea, as well as the content I explained to Lady Vene."

"...Understood, let hear it first."

"Lord Shia, are you serious?"

When one of the influential mbers flanking him looked suspicious, Shia gazed at Vene.

"She may be a chaotic girl, but she has what it takes to be chief. I won't take absurd stories at face value. If Vene says that much, there must be corresponding advantages."

"...Understood. If Lord Shia says so, we will follow as well."

The suspicious gazes of the influential mbers toward us softened sowhat with Shia's single statent.

It seems just as Vene said.

'The Rabbit Tribe is a bit complicated compared to other tribe territories. I'm the chief, but the influential mbers still trust the old man. So I can act arbitrarily and push things through on my own, but if I need the influential mbers to do work, I have to have the old man tell them. Otherwise, those guys will cut corners.'

If we couldn't persuade Shia, even forcibly conducting the inspection would be aningless.

I haven't t Vene directly many tis like this, and our talking ti has been short.

But I keenly understood that her feelings of worrying about the Rabbit Tribe territory's future and wanting to do sothing about it are genuine, which is exactly why she's cooperating with us.

Then, I'll only think about repaying that feeling.

Taking a deep breath, I looked straight at Shia.

"Then I would like to provide an explanation, but first, I'd like to speak only with Lady Vene and Lord Shia present."

"What? At this stage, you still intend to be secretive?"

Shia glared at , but I remained unfazed and countered.

"Yes. I'm afraid the full details of the plan are so confidential that I can only share them with Lady Vene and Lord Shia."

The influential mbers stirred, but Shia imdiately shouted "Quiet!" to silence them.

"Vene, do you share Lord Rid's opinion?"

"Ah, yeah. I think it's fine if only and the old man know the full details of the plan."

"Understood. Then let's do as you say. Everyone, I'm sorry but please move to another room."

"...Understood."

The influential mbers filed out of the conference room, and soon only our group, Vene, and Shia remained in the room.

As the footsteps from the hallway faded away and beca inaudible, the room was enveloped in complete silence.

Soon, Shia leaned back in his chair and shrugged.

"Well, this should be fine. Explain everything, including the initial farce."

"Haha, so you noticed after all, old man."

"Don't mock . If anything, you should be thanking . I went along with such an obvious charade. Well, I'm genuinely disappointed I couldn't see you three in swimsuits though."

When Vene showed her sharp double canine teeth, Shia looked at Chris and the others and smiled fearlessly.

Chris and the others smiled wryly with polite smiles, but the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

"Fufu, so you admit to being a 'dirty old man.'"

Since the atmosphere seed to be shifting toward Shia, I smiled and interjected.

"As long as you know the appropriate place, feel free to say what you like. Only we are here now. Let's be informal with each other and take it easy."

"Understood. Then we'll do it that way."

This person isn't just a 'dirty old man.'

He noticed our intentions but deliberately went along with it - what a cunning old fox.

I'd call him a cunning dirty old man, I suppose.

"Now then, let's hear the main topic. What exactly is this plan that Vene says she'll fully cooperate with?"

I took a small bag from my pocket and was about to hand it to Tink... but reconsidered and handed it to Capella instead, signaling her to give it to Shia.

"What if I said you could beco the 'producer' of that?"

"Producer, you say...?"

Shia frowned, took out the contents of the bag he received from Capella, and looked puzzled.

But he soon realized what 'that' was and widened his eyes.

Seeing that expression, I maintained my composure while inwardly smirking 'I've won.'

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