Otome Game Mob Villain Chapter 770

"Lord Amon, I know you must be tired from the long journey. I know that, but could you please take care of even a little bit of the administrative work?"

"F-fine. I'll start right away."

Barbarossa pressed forward with a desperate expression.

At his earnest and pained tone, Amon's face twitched as he nodded.

"Thank you very much. Then let us hurry to the office."

"Eh, wait a...!?"

The mont he heard the reply, Barbarossa's face lit up with a beaming smile and he scooped Amon up in both arms.

In what you might call a princess carry.

In front of everyone, Amon's cheeks reddened with embarrassnt, but Barbarossa seed beyond caring about that.

He must have been driven to his wit's end by Rapha and eagerly awaiting Amon's return.

"You lot, handle the unloading later."

"Understood."

At so point, Fox Tribe warriors had lined up behind Barbarossa.

As they replied, Barbarossa bowed and said, "Then, Lord Ridd, I'll take my leave," and ran off towards the mansion, still carrying Amon.

"B-Barbarossa, put down! I can walk on my own two feet, I can run!"

"What are you saying? You must be tired from the long journey. Forgive , but I want you to conserve your strength as much as possible and devote it to the administrative work."

"Big Sister, you were entrusted as representative, just how much have you piled up!?"

From within Barbarossa's arms, Amon shouted towards Rapha.

"You'll see when you get to the office. But don't worry. There are no docunts on the path from the door to the desk."

"B-Big Siiister...!?"

Amon's voice, a mix of anger and despair, echoed in response to Rapha's words.

I was dumbfounded by the whole scene, but then I snapped back and timidly asked, "Rapha, you said there are no docunts on the path, right? Does that an everywhere else is full of docunts?"

"Oh, that's a little different."

She turned back to and smiled gently.

"Not 'full of,' no. In other places, the docunts are stacked up nearly to the ceiling. If you open the door too vigorously, the piles might avalanche."

"Ehh..."

Just as I was recoiling at Rapha's words, a sound like sothing collapsing—*basabasabasa*—thundered from the tribal chief's mansion, followed by Amon's anguished cry: "Why is there a sake bottle here...!? Uwaaaaaah!?"

"Oh my, how foolish. Barbarossa must have opened the door in a panic."

Rapha's lips curved into a smile, but it was the smile of a little devil itself.

Still dumbfounded, I asked, "By the way..."

"Why didn't you do the administrative work? Amon entrusted you as his representative. Besides, doing sothing like this will affect your reputation among the clan leaders..."

Just as I got that far, Rapha's lips moved slightly with a "Fufu..."

Seeing that gesture, I was startled and blinked, saying, "Don't tell ..."

"Yes, exactly. Because if I did the work as Amon's representative, those clan leaders would start making a fuss about who should be tribal chief again, right? So I used this opportunity to teach them a lesson. About what terrible things would happen if I beca tribal chief."

"...You always co up with terrifying ideas."

Soon after Amon beca the new tribal chief, there were clan leaders who could be called the forr Granduke house faction, and they insisted that 'Rapha Granduke is more suitable as the new tribal chief.'

However, most of them had been involved in considerable wrongdoing during the old regi, and if left unchecked, they could have beco a 'cancer' to the new governnt.

Still, they were given a chance for amnesty.

They rejected it all, and in their pursuit of maintaining vested interests, ended up being dispossessed by Amon.

The clan leaders currently involved in administering the Fox Tribe territory recognize and support Amon as tribal chief.

But that's just on the surface.

Surely, there are still clan leaders smoldering inside, thinking, 'Perhaps Rapha Granduke would be better for external relations.'

People's thoughts aren't easily unified.

But after this diplomatic visit, during Amon's absence, will the clan leaders who suffered inconvenience because of Rapha's way of handling things think, 'Maybe Rapha is suitable as tribal chief' in the future?

Maybe not zero, but it will undoubtedly beco a very small minority.

Unfortunately, while people may forget 'favors,' they rarely forget 'inconveniences caused.'

"Why is a sake bottle placed here!? Big Siiister!? What exactly were you doing in the office!?"

Amon's rare roar thundered from the mansion.

This might be the first ti I've heard him express such emotion so openly.

"Amon is so dense. Barbarossa just told you she was 'drinking,' didn't he?"

Rapha shrugged wearily, then leaned her face close to mine.

"Fufu. I got to see Ridd's face, so it's about ti I go calm Amon down. See you later."

"Ah, ahaha. Say hello to Amon for ."

"Yes, I will."

She nodded, turned on her heel, and walked towards the mansion.

As I watched her retreating back, Tink muttered worriedly, "Lord Amon..."

"I wonder if he was born under an ill-fated star."

I unexpectedly hit a funny bone and burst out laughing, but cleared my throat and smiled wryly. "Well, but..."

"Once he gets through this, the clan leaders probably won't say 'make Rapha tribal chief' anymore, right?"

"Indeed. However, as long as Lord Amon's sister is Lady Rapha, I suspect the ill fortune will continue."

Capella nodded and stated flatly, but his voice lacked emotion, making it sound even more cutting.

"Thinking about it that way, Lord Amon's position might be similar to Lord Liner's."

At Tink's words, I was puzzled for a mont, then suddenly understood and glared.

"Does that an Father sees as 'Rapha'?"

"No, no, not at all."

She shook her head and smiled gently.

"Lord Ridd is even more than Lady Rapha."

"I agree. If you think Lord Amon, being pushed around by Lady Rapha, is pitiful, I would ask you, Lord Ridd, to please exercise so self-restraint."

"E-even you, Capella...!?"

Flustered by the harsh accusation of being worse than Rapha, Tink continued, "However..."

"Lord Ridd has Lady Fara. If it cos down to it, I believe Lady Fara will stop him."

"Indeed. Lady Fara might be the only one who can stop Lord Ridd."

"Eh, ehh...!?"

Capella and Tink nodded in unison repeatedly.

In the face of the two of them, I could only stand there dumbfounded.