That dumb blacksmith told him everything.
I cursed internally but whatever. It’s not like it could make my already ssed-up life any worse. And if I rembered correctly from so random article in my past life, too much useless stress leads to early balding.
And I was not about to go bald.
If luck already had it out for , I wasn’t going to make it easier. Because the day that bitc—ahem, beautiful woman—decided to leave , death itself would probably show up personally to finish the job.
So... I stayed calm and acted confused.
"Ohh, so that’s what happened?" I said, tilting my head slightly. "I couldn’t rember anything from that chamber."
Ashanvar didn’t look convinced.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Tch. Fine." I clicked my tongue. "I rember everything, I just don’t want to tell you shit. Happy now?"
I gave up. Fooling this guy was a pain, and honestly, not worth the effort. Besides, he did give a pretty useful martial art today, so I decided to go a little easy on him.
"But..." I leaned back slightly, my tone shifting. "I can tell you everything that happened in the treasury, if you answer a few of my questions. Deal?"
I didn’t mind trading so of my experiences if it ant getting answers to things that actually mattered.
But Ashanvar, being the sa annoying bastard as always, just shook his head.
"Nah, I’m good. I have already confird everything I needed." He chuckled lightly. "And as you can see... it really wasn’t that difficult."
"Tsk."
"That’s all I needed. You can go now." He waved his hand dismissively. "Ahh, right, one more thing. I arranged for that old man, Eidolon, to head to the human empire. I personally asked your father to take care of him. Him staying here wouldn’t have been of much use to you anyway."
...That’s actually good.
I gave a small nod but I didn’t get up imdiately. Instead I looked at him with my eyes narrowed slightly.
"What do you know about the first successor of Trickster?" I asked, clasping my hands together. "Have you ever t him?"
Ashanvar stroked his chin, amusent flickering in his eyes.
"First successor, huh?" He muttered. "Was there even soone like that?"
He actually looked like he was trying to rember.
"Didn’t you call that snake pitiful? That would an you have t him before, right?"
"Yes." He said with a small nod. "I t him in one of my lives. Back then, that pitiful thing was sealed near so village. He tried to scam , so I gave him a little lesson and left. Didn’t bother asking who sealed him."
He paused, thinking.
"So... he was sealed by the first successor of Trickster?"
But then a frown crept onto his face.
"That doesn’t make sense. If soone like that existed, I would have known. And a successor of Trickster? No way he would be insignificant."
His voice sharpened, no longer directed at , just thinking out loud.
"So either that guy was... so fraud pretending to be sothing he wasn’t... or—"
He stopped.
"Or...?" I asked, pressing further but he didn’t reply.
"Never mind. You should leave. Your friends at the academy are waiting."
He snapped his fingers and before I could react, my body lifted into the air and in the next instant, I was outside his office.
"That basta—"
I cut myself off mid-sentence as the guards glanced at strangely. I gave them a polite nod and walked away.
Tsk. That bastard.
Still... his reaction told enough.
He didn’t know anything at first but by the end, he had definitely figured sothing out. Sothing he didn’t want to share.
Which ant one thing,
Whoever that first successor was... he wasn’t soone to ignore.
But well, it wasn’t one of my problems, at least not for now.
With that thought, I returned to my room, only to find Lillith already waiting outside with Arza beside her.
"The carriage is ready, Young Master." She said politely.
Of course it is.
There were portals. Instant teleportation. Hell, the Demon King could have just snapped his fingers again and sent us straight to the academy.
But no.
He had to choose a carriage.
"Why do we have to go by carriage?" I asked, already annoyed. "Can’t we just use a teleportation portal or sothing?"
Lillith frowned slightly.
"How could we let the successor of our lord depart in such a plain manner? Our lord himself has prepared the finest carriage available... as a symbol of prestige."
I knew there was no point arguing with this woman, so I just shook my head and followed her. Arza stayed close beside , clutching the edge of my sleeve like so lost child.
Honestly... she was another mystery I couldn’t make sense of.
What was she exactly?
I had seen it myself, how she casually severed Vael’runn’s hand back in treasury and I still couldn’t understand how she did it. And if that wasn’t strange enough, she had started caring a little too much about , especially after the events at the treasury.
At first, I thought it was because of that engagent artifact. But after examining it inside my domain, I was sure of one thing, there was no such effect embedded in it. Nothing that could influence emotions like that.
Which only made things worse.
What did she actually know?
...Ahh, screw it.
Why the hell has life gotten so complicated all of a sudden?
Lost in my chaotic thoughts, I barely noticed when we arrived outside.
A luxurious, pink carriage stood there, grand, obnoxious, and impossible to ignore. Floral patterns curled across its surface, with elegant birds carved into the fra. It had no wheels. Instead, it floated slightly above the ground, sustained by a glowing gravity elental circle etched beneath it.
Of course it has to look like this.
At the front sat a man in a tall hat with an absurdly long moustache, calmly controlling the whole thing.
"Hah..."
A hollow laugh slipped out before I could stop it.
Fuck you, Demon King.
I ntally cursed Ashanvar in several creative ways before stepping inside the carriage with Arza following .
A crowd of castle servants had gathered to see off. I gave them a small wave. At the front stood Lillith, dramatically wiping nonexistent tears from her eyes.
"I will never forget all those nights you spent with , Young Master."
The servants around her gasped, already jumping to the worst conclusions but before they could I spoke.
" too, Granny Lillith. Your bedti stories were always my favorite." I replied smoothly as she froze for a mont. "I hope to see you again soon."
Yeah... like hell I do, you old hag.
The mont I finished speaking, I signaled the driver to move fast before there was no carriage left to move and as if sensing my urgency, he didn’t hesitate.
The carriage moved forward smoothly, picking up speed as I gave Lillith one last wave.
"But no matter how it was... the ti here was fun. Thanks for everything, Lillith."
Honestly, if she wanted to, she could have caught up in an instant and beaten the hell out of . Instead, she just pouted, shooting a sharp glare.
—
And that was the last ti I saw Lillith...
...or at least, that’s what I thought.
So why...
...why is she at the academy?
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