Chapter 113

Back when I was managing the <Draghinty Fantasy 2> gallery, some idiot spammed Werner’s official ts (gender-bent) images while saying, “Crossdressing is the manliest thing because only men can do it.” I banned him for a year, but if I could meet that bastard now, I’d give him a permanent ban in this life.

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Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I immediately thought, “F*ck, I want to kill myself.” From the outside, I looked exactly like a 19-year-old girl.

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“So, the young lady asked to see me today?”

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The chairman of the miners’ union… looked like a bear that got hit in the head with a hammer. The only difference was his bulging, fat belly. He didn’t look like someone who did physical labor. Plus, the smell of alcohol on him in broad daylight… This bastard just came from drinking. And not just any alcohol—high-end wine that regular workers couldn’t even afford to taste.

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“I am Bernia Altan, younger sister of the Imperial Sorcerer Werner Altan. I came today to discuss something with the members of the miners’ union.”

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“Well, I am Kyoshu Yang, the proud chairman of this miners’ union.”

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From the chairman down to his lackeys, they were all staring at me with lust-filled eyes. Honestly, it felt disgusting. I’m not into guys, you f*cking homos.

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Why did I go through all this trouble—putting on makeup, using a skeletal adjustment potion to make my body look like a 15-year-old’s, drinking that mint-choco-flavored voice-changing potion, and wearing this oversized robe? It was to protect the women I brought with me. Why connect this nonsense with protecting women? That damn story goes back a little earlier.

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“So, how are you going to contact that chairman? If Master just goes, they probably won’t even meet you.”

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“Even if I say I’m a sorcerer sent by the Imperial family, they’ll just make excuses like they’re busy or not available. That’s how trash like them operates.”

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So, what do we do…? How do we deal with those pieces of trash? Just wipe them all out? I could just slaughter them so they can’t even open their mouths. A few spells, and they’d drop dead.

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“Should we just crush them with force?”

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“If you do that, Master’s reputation will hit rock bottom.”

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“I don’t really care.”

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“I care, so please don’t do that.”

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“Can’t I just kill a few and spend a few days in prison?”

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“Don’t assume things will work out like last time.”

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But what else can we do? If no other solution is in sight, we must have the courage to act. That’s what true strength is. During World War II, when no solution was in sight, they dropped a fat man and a little boy, didn’t they?

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Just like those who had the courage to turn enemy lands back to the Stone Age, I too have the courage to wipe out those miners’ union bastards.

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“Then how about this method?”

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Glacia cautiously proposed a plan to me. As expected of Glacia, my strategist. She would surely come up with a useful plan.

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“From Count Holstead’s story and the rumors spreading within the territory, it seems that chairman is quite the pervert.”

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“I already know that. But that’s irrelevant…”

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“Isn’t a honey trap a commonly used strategy?”

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That lustful bastard would definitely fall for a honey trap. But the issue was finding a beauty to use for it.

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“Even so, we don’t have the right person for this mission. It’s not just about looks; trust and other abilities are also…”

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“Aren’t there plenty of beauties here? I’m confident in my looks, Lorcha is beautiful, and Airi is… well, she’s beautiful too.”

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Lorcha seemed to like the idea.

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“Luring them with looks and extracting information… Not bad. Should I do it, Werner?”

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But Airi, after pondering Glacia’s words for a moment, spoke with a face full of dissatisfaction.

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“Wait, why do you hesitate when talking about me? You wanna die? What’s wrong with me?”

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“If I had to point something out, it’d be your personality…”

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So, the plan was to throw one of Lorcha, Glacia, or Airi into that den of lustful monkeys. It would definitely make things easier. But I declined that option.

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“I’ll pass.”

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Everyone looked at me with confused expressions.

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“I’m fine, Master! When it comes to beauty, it’s me, right? So, I’ll go and… I’ll go and extract the information.”

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“Don’t underestimate me. You think I’d fall for trash like that?”

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“Lord Werner, you don’t need to worry. I’m confident in my combat skills…”

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I don’t want to put the people around me in danger. Werner and I both value our comrades more than our own lives. I’d rather show others my wounded self than let someone precious get hurt. Call it selfish, but that’s how I feel.

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I couldn’t leave these women to the clutches of those trash.

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“Lady Glacia, as long as there’s even a sliver of possibility, I absolutely cannot allow it. I can’t bear the thought of you enduring those perverts’ lecherous gazes and responding with a smile to their sexual harassment.”

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Then I turned to Lorcha.

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“Lorcha, you’re my friend. What kind of trash sends a friend into such a dangerous place? Even if the mission fails, even if my head gets chopped off, I can’t allow it. If you still insist on going, you’ll have to fight me first.”

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Didn’t some ninja once say? Those who prioritize rules and missions are trash, but those who don’t value their comrades are even worse. I have no desire to become that kind of trash.

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Finally, I spoke to Airi.

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“Airi, you’re my disciple. I have a duty to protect you, and I’ve never forgotten that duty for a single moment. Even if you were to fall into danger because of your own mistake, I’d give my life to save you first. And now you’re saying you’ll jump into such danger willingly? Are you messing with me?”

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After refuting each point one by one, they seemed to give up on the plan.

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“So, let’s forget about the honey trap…”

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But something felt off. The three women were staring at my face. What the hell are they looking at…?

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“There’s still a way…”

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Lorcha pulled out a few potions from her bag.

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“Your willingness to dive into enemy territory yourself is truly moving, Lord Werner.”

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“Master… come with me for a moment.”

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I was dragged away and forced to crossdress. I even had to drink that disgusting potion to adjust my skeleton and voice.

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“Wow, Master, you’re even prettier than us!”

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“Airi, I hope you shut up before I kill you.”

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Looking in the mirror, I was indeed pretty. Which made it even more infuriating. This reality was so f*cked up that I let out a sigh without thinking.

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“This is so f*cking…”

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“So, what brings the younger sister of the Imperial Sorcerer here…?”

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“Ah, I heard there’s been something strange happening in the mines recently. I came to investigate…”

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Without even asking me to sit, the chairman plopped down right next to me.

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“This is quite serious. Would you like us to help with the investigation?”

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“No… I just came to ask for information related to the matter. I’ll decline any further assistance.”

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“Hahaha, you’re so stiff.”

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I really wanted to smash his face with a rock.

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“Don’t be so stiff. Have a drink.”

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The bastard offered me wine. I smelled it… F*ck, this bastard drugged it. And it’s a pretty strong one too. At this point, he’s definitely a piece of trash.

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I pretended to drink it but let it spill onto the floor.

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“Now… shall we talk?”

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“Yes, first, about Count Holstead’s younger sister…”

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“Ah, that woman? We were preparing a marriage proposal to improve relations between workers and nobles, but she died before the wedding night… Tsk, nobles only know how to live in luxury. They’ve never done anything to help the world…”

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I smashed his face before he could finish.

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“Ah, the more I listen, the more I realize this bastard is really…”

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Using magic caused my transformation to wear off.

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“Who are you? Where did that woman go, and why is there a man…?”

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“That was me at 15, you f*cking homo.”

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I didn’t need a beauty to deal with these trash. All I needed was a demon to cut off their breath.

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I am the Demon Werner, the one who takes the lives of trash.

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