Summoner Online: I Became the Tutorial Boss with a 999+ Villainess Chapter 136: A new scenerio

’She knows. On so level, she already knows. But knowing and proving are two different things, and I just gave her enough plausible deniability to make the proof impossible to reach.’

Mira picked up her journal and tucked it into her bag.

"Lord Aron."

"Miss Thorne."

"I will be publishing a report on the economic relationship between the Undead Market Company and the Shadow of Victims’ territory. It will describe Aron as a contracted agent acting on behalf of the dungeon lord in human cities. Nothing more."

"That sounds reasonable."

"It is also," she added, standing from the table, "the version of the truth that I believe you want to publish."

Kai did not respond.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and looked down at him.

"But I want you to know sothing. I have been doing this for eleven years. I have investigated nobles, guild masters, spymasters, and one sitting duke who turned out to be running a slave ring. In all those years, I have never t soone who controlled a conversation as effortlessly as you just did."

She paused at the edge of the table.

"Whatever you are, Lord Aron, you are not a middleman. Middlen do not kill four dragons. And they do not sit across from people who threaten to expose them and tell jokes about teddy bears."

She offered a small bow.

"Thank you for the tea. It was good."

She turned and walked toward the stairs that led to the rooms above, her footsteps steady and unhurried.

Kai sat alone at the table, watching her go.

’She will publish the report. It will say what I need it to say. The cover story will hold for now, and the rchants of Rambosa will have an explanation for the connection between Aron and the Shadow that does not involve them being the sa person.’

He picked up her abandoned cup of tea and looked at it.

’But she is right. She did not believe it. Not really. She accepted it because it was the best she was going to get, and because pushing further would have put her in danger she could feel but could not see.’

He set the cup down.

’The problem is not this woman. The problem is that she found these connections in two weeks. Two weeks. And if one private investigator can do it, then a professional intelligence agency can do it in two days. If the Nexus Empire ever turns their attention from the Shadow of Victims to the rchant nad Aron, the cover is blown in an afternoon.’

He stood from the table, adjusted his cuffs, and walked toward the door.

’I built Aron to be invisible. But sowhere along the way, he beca the most visible person in Rambosa. The hero. The dragon slayer. The mysterious rchant in the mask. I made him too good at his job, and now his fa is the very thing that will destroy his usefulness.’

He stepped out into the night air of Rambosa, the cool breeze washing over the front of his mask.

’There is going to co a day, very soon, when I have to choose. Do I abandon Aron entirely and operate only as the Shadow of Victims? Or do I double down on the persona and commit to maintaining both identities even as the world closes in?’

He began walking toward the warehouse, his hands in his pockets.

’The smart play is to kill Aron. Retire the identity. Stop coming to Rambosa. Let Leo and Sophia handle the trade operations entirely and remove myself from the human side of the equation. It is clean. It is safe. It is logical.’

He stopped in the middle of the street.

’So why does the thought of it make my chest feel tight?’

He stood there for a mont, alone on the empty cobblestone road, the lanterns of the rchant District flickering around him.

’Because Aron is not just a disguise. Aron is the version of that buys tea in taverns and argues with Leo about welco banners and takes Carlotta on dates in cities with glowing trees. Aron is the closest thing I have to the life I lost when I got trapped in this ga.’

He looked up at the sky. The stars were bright, scattered across the darkness like broken glass on black silk.

’The Shadow of Victims is what this world needs to be. Aron is who I want to be. And I cannot keep being both.’

He lowered his gaze and resud walking.

’Not tonight. I do not have to decide tonight. But soon. Very, very soon.’

...

When he returned to the warehouse, Leo and Sophia were waiting for him.

They were both seated at the work table, their faces taut with anxiety. The mont Kai walked through the door, they both stood.

"How did it go?" Leo asked.

Kai pulled the chair out and sat down.

"She will publish that Aron is an agent of the Shadow of Victims. The investigation is over."

Leo exhaled so hard his whole body deflated. Sophia closed her eyes and put her hand over her heart.

"Thank the gods," Leo muttered.

"Do not thank anyone yet." Kai looked at them both. "There is sothing we need to discuss."

The relief on their faces evaporated.

"You both know who I am. You have known from the beginning. You call sir in this city and my Lord in Valdris. You file trade permits under Aron’s na and bow before the Shadow of Victims in the sa week. And you have done this for months without complaint."

He paused.

"But I need to ask you sothing, and I need the truth."

Leo swallowed. "Of course, sir."

"Is it getting harder?"

The question landed in the room like a stone dropped into still water. Neither of them answered imdiately.

Sophia spoke first.

"Yes."

Leo glanced at her, then back at Kai, and nodded slowly.

"Yes, sir. It is."

"How so?"

Leo rubbed the back of his neck.

"In the beginning, it was simple. We ca here, sold the artifacts, filed the paperwork, and went ho to the dungeon. Two separate worlds with a clear line between them. But now, the company has grown. We have employees. We have regular custors who ask about Aron by na. We have rchants who have traveled to Valdris and co back, and they talk to the rchants here who have never been. The stories are starting to overlap."

Sophia added to it.

"Last week, one of our new hires, a caravan driver nad Olek, asked where the artifacts were manufactured. I told him the standard answer, that they ca from a private supplier in the frontier territories. He accepted it. But then he asked a follow-up question."

"What did he ask?"

"He asked why the supplier’s delivery schedule perfectly matched the reports of Shadow of Victims’ troop movents that the tavern gossips were talking about."

Silence.

Kai stared at her.

"And what did you say?"

"I said it was a coincidence. He laughed and dropped it. But the look in his eyes told he did not believe it."

Kai leaned back in the chair and pressed his fingertips together.

’It is not just Mira Thorne. It is everyone. The longer both identities exist in the sa ecosystem, the more the overlaps beco visible. I cannot control what every rchant, guard, and tavern gossip in Rambosa talks about. And I cannot erase the trail of connections that months of simultaneous activity have created.’

"I need both of you to listen carefully."

They straightened.

"The cover story I gave Mira Thorne will buy us ti. Possibly weeks, possibly months. But it will not last forever. Eventually, soone with more resources than a freelance information broker will start asking the sa questions, and they will not be satisfied with a story about a contracted agent."

He looked at Leo.

"When that happens, I need to know that you are prepared for the consequences."

"Consequences?"

"If the Aron identity is ever definitively linked to the Shadow of Victims, every human who has been associated with Aron becos a target. Business partners. Employees. Friends. You and Sophia would be the first nas on that list."

Leo went pale. Sophia’s hands clenched in her lap, but her expression remained steady.

"Sir, are you saying we should leave Rambosa?"

"I am saying you should understand the risk. The decision to stay or go is yours."

Leo looked at Sophia. She looked back at him. Sothing passed between them in that glance, a conversation compressed into a single mont that only people who had survived impossible circumstances together could have.

Leo turned back to Kai.

"Sir, when we first t you, we were about to be killed by Red Players. You saved our lives. When the Duke’s soldiers burned the city, you walked through fire to find us. When you built a kingdom in the middle of monster territory, you gave us a place in it."

He straightened his back.

"We are not going anywhere."

Sophia nodded. "What he said."

Kai looked at them for a long mont.

’These two idiots. I swear.’

"Very well. Then from this point forward, the protocol changes. You will no longer refer to by any title or honorific in Rambosa, not even in private. No ’my Lord.’ No slipping. If we are inside this city, I am Aron. Nothing more."

"Understood."

"Additionally, I will be reducing my visits to Rambosa. The less Aron appears in public, the fewer opportunities there are for anyone to build another tiline. Leo, you will serve as the face of the company going forward. Any inquiries about Aron should be directed to you, and your answer will always be the sa."

"Which is?"

"He is traveling. He will return when he returns. And no, you do not know where he went."

Leo allowed himself a small smile.

"I have been saying that about you for months already, sir. Nobody believes it, but I have gotten quite good at the delivery."

Despite everything, Kai felt the corner of his mouth twitch upward behind the mask.

"Then keep practicing."

He stood from the table and walked toward the door.

"I will be leaving Rambosa tonight. There are matters in Valdris that require my attention. Maintain the operations as they are. Sell the artifacts, manage the rchants, and keep your heads down."

He paused at the door without turning around.

"And Leo."

"Yes, sir?"

"Thank you."

The two words hung in the air for a mont.

Then Kai opened the door and stepped out into the night, leaving Leo and Sophia alone in the warehouse.

Leo stared at the closed door for a long ti.

"Did he just thank us?"

Sophia nodded slowly, a rare smile crossing her face.

"He did."

Leo sat down on his crate and exhaled.

"We are going to die horribly, are we not?"

"Almost certainly."

"Right. Just wanted to make sure we were on the sa page."

...

Outside Rambosa’s walls, in the shadow of the treeline, Kai removed the mask.

He held it in his hand and looked at it. The simple black material that had co to represent everything Aron was. A hero. A rchant. A man who walked through cities without horns on his head or mist around his body.

’I built you to be disposable. And now you are the hardest thing I own to throw away.’

He tucked the mask into his coat and shifted back into his true form. The human features lted away. The horns returned. The dark mist curled around his body like a familiar cloak.

The Shadow of Victims stood where Aron had been, looking back at the lights of Rambosa with eyes that glowed faintly in the darkness.

’The war with the Nexus Empire is coming. Harken’s army is on the move. The ultimatum expires in days. And sowhere out there, a woman with a journal and sharp eyes just beca the most dangerous civilian on the continent.’

He turned away from the city and began walking toward the Jaun Land.

’I will deal with the mask later. Right now, I have dragons to prepare and a general to destroy.’

But even as he walked, even as the Shadow of Victims marched toward war with the cold certainty of a conqueror, a small part of Kai, the part that drank tea in taverns and told jokes about teddy bears, was already mourning what he knew was coming.

The death of Aron.

Not today. Not tomorrow.

But soon