Chapter 330
The Haunted House Got One Star
The moment I was flustered under the pressure of the heroines.
“Hahaha, partner. Well then, take care.”
The Black Prince left a brief comment before dissolving his physical form.
His translucent figure melded into Durandal and vanished.
Is it a rule of the universe to disappear sneakily at times like this?
A sigh escaped my lips.
Anyway, when I was trying to persuade the Undertaker, I did spill some very personal information in front of everyone.
Back then, I had no choice, but now that bill has come due.
According to the world setting, only the League’s president Seira or the top brass of the association knows about the existence of the League.
In other words, it’s a top-secret, unknown-to-the-public organization in this world.
Since I shared all the trivial details about such an organization, it would be more bizarre if there wasn’t curiosity.
Where do I even start explaining this?
Just as I was racking my brain over it.
“Nishishishi. Sisters, is it okay if the ultra-cute, all-purpose gal little sister Haru explains it instead?”
Clack.
Haru stepped forward.
Haru is explaining instead of me?
Even without sharing memories with me, Haru used to be forcibly associated with the New World League at one point.
She might understand the League better than I do.
The problem is that it’s Haru, whose personality is unpredictable, stepping up to take charge…
“Haru, who do you think you are to explain instead of the Master? Eri, I can’t understand this.”
As soon as Haru stepped up, Eri immediately pushed back.
She puffed her cheeks and glared at Haru.
“This time, the washboard’s words are right. Haru, what do you know about the enemies that Deok-Sung is facing…?”
Just when Rin, who was next to her, stood up for Eri.
Haru cut in.
Her crimson eyes sparkled under the eerie lighting.
Haru looked even more vampire-like than Olivia, who was dressed as a vampire.
“Rin, what do you mean by knowing anything? Nishishishi, did everyone forget where Haru originally was? Before getting saved by Deok-Sung oppa, I was forced into an organization and had to be part of it.”
A cold silence enveloped the lobby at Haru’s words.
Olivia, looking at Haru, spoke up.
“An organization, you say… Could it be the one led by the culprit Messiah, who killed Brother Raul and the Five Crowns?”
“Are you talking about the organization led by that Messiah guy who killed my brother Raul and is behind Five Crowns? Seriously?”
Haru nodded in response to Olivia’s question.
“You’re right, Olive! Hehe, you’re so smart, Olive! The name of the organization led by Messiah is New World League. It’s the true mastermind lurking behind all villain activities and terror happening worldwide, starting from ten years ago.”
Surprisingly, Haru provided a decent explanation.
Everyone held their breath at her words.
“New World League… They’re the arch-nemesis of the president and the ones who captured Hoshino’s friend, the dark forces,” Aris stated in a calm voice.
She had known about the organization’s existence from the start.
That’s why she could immediately request cooperation back in Kyoto.
At Aris’s words, Kasumi flinched.
“Then the villains who were in Meijin Academy Underground back then…?”
Olivia asked as if she had realized something.
“Yes, they were part of the League. They were the enemies. That’s why Mr. Kim Deok-Sung has kept the existence of the enemy a secret from you all until now. The League is a powerful villain organization capable of manipulating the darkness of the world alone, enough to destroy an entire country overnight. Just knowing of their existence makes one a target; they’re that dangerous.”
Aris spoke with a serious expression.
There were no inaccuracies in her words.
“Hehe, A-chan is right. They’re super dangerous!” Haru nodded in agreement with Aris.
Hearing those words from Aris, something felt strange since I had only read about it in the setting book.
“Then, what about our Master…?” Eri trailed off with a serious expression at Aris’s words.
“He definitely didn’t tell us for our sake. Eri-chan! For all our safety…”
Grab.
Makoto said, holding Eri’s hand tightly.
Her greenish eyes sparkled.
“Yeah! After all, our Master is so kind!” Eri replied with a smile.
Phew.
Is it going to go on like this, in a light novel style?
It’s amazing how you can easily slide past a situation that anyone would find suspicious, all thanks to this kind of boundless trust that makes one seem like a fool.
One of the few advantages of this light novel world, I thought, letting out a sigh of relief.
Just then,
“W-What do you mean kind?! That’s utter nonsense?!”
Olivia shouted as she turned to me.
Her face turned bright red.
“Y-You idiot, stupid, sea cucumber, sea squirt anemone!! You’ve been fighting these dangerous enemies and making everyone worry all this time… Why didn’t you tell us sooner?! Why are you only mentioning it now?! If you had asked for help earlier, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten hurt so much!!”
Olivia yelled, tears slightly flowing down her cheeks.
“…idiot, stupid… the biggest fool in the universe… hmph!”
“······. The biggest fool in the universe······. Hmph!”
Olivia wipes her tears, puffing her cheeks as she turns her head away.
“Ah, no, it’s just that······.”
I’m at a loss for words, caught off guard by Olivia’s sudden reaction.
It’s not that I didn’t tell them because of my kind personality like Eri said.
Besides, to defeat the Messiah, all the heroines needed to survive, and I had to rely on them.
In such a situation, I couldn’t recklessly endanger them.
So, all my actions until now were merely desperate measures to somehow resolve the situation on my own.
Well, at first, that’s what I thought.
But somewhere along the line, I didn’t want to see those around me throwing their lives away and getting hurt because of me.
That’s why I thought even more that I should handle everything alone.
Yeah, that was definitely the case.
But I never imagined she’d think like that.
I guess it’s just a light novel world where life is cheap.
“······It’s fine.”
Olivia pouts her lips.
That doesn’t seem right.
“······I said it’s fine since you told me now! You big fool!”
Olivia shouts while looking at me.
As she wipes her tears, she dramatically places her hand on her chest.
“So from now on, don’t ever go off alone, and if anything happens, immediately call for your loyal maid, Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte! Got it?!”
Olivia says, looking at me seriously.
“Uh······. Yeah.”
I nod to her words.
Upon seeing my reply, Olivia’s eyebrows narrow.
Her blue eyes glare at me intensely.
Olivia touches her chin and paces in the lobby before approaching me.
“You can’t just say it; you have to make a promise. Come on! Let’s pinky swear!”
She raises her pinky.
Her ample cleavage is fully visible in that vampire outfit.
Is she really asking for a promise again?
This reminds me of the time we made promises during the White Flame Sword training.
We promised back then too.
Anyway, just like the other heroines, Olivia wasn’t going to back down without a promise.
I have no choice here.
Sighing, I make my second pinky promise of the day with her.
“Okay. I promise.”
“Stamp······. Copy······. Sign······. Done! If you break the promise, the Bonaparte royal family will never forgive you! Got it? Hmph!”
Only after Olivia finishes with her silly stamp, copy, and signature does she let go of my hand.
Her slightly reddened cheeks come into view.
Olivia, who had been smiling secretly, meets my gaze.
“Hmph!”
Olivia snorts, crossing her arms and turning her head away.
Her tsundere tendencies are still intact even after nearly a year, which actually reassures me.
So, is this really the end?
Just as I was thinking that.
“Wait! Princess, that’s unfair! Eri wants to make a promise with Master too!”
“Sure!”
Eri’s eyes sparkled as she approached me.
“My lord! I want to make a promise with you too…”
Makoto, who was next to Eri, raised her pinky and rushed over.
“You’re a bad junior who only favors the knight princess. You will make a promise with me, right?”
Suddenly, Kasumi-senpai popped up beside us.
“Mr. Kim Deok-Sung! You must make a promise with me too!”
“Deok-Sung oppa. Hehehe. You wouldn’t dare not promise the super cute gyaru little sister Haru, right?”
“Deok-Sung! Let’s share a cup of promise with my future wife!”
And it didn’t stop there.
Aris, Haru, and Rin too.
All the heroines raised their pinkies and charged at me.
What the hell is this promise cup?
Am I in the yakuza?
In the end, I managed to escape this damn pinky hell only after making promises with each of the heroines.
“Phew.”
There may have been no battles, but I was mentally exhausted.
After wrapping things up, I sat in the lobby and looked at the heroines.
“So, is the date over? Or are we continuing?”
At my words, Han Seo-Jin flinched.
“We must continue! Christmas isn’t over yet!”
Bang.
Olivia placed her hand on her chest and said.
She giggled behind her hand with a lady-like smile.
We’re continuing the date?
“Then the haunted house continues…?”
No way, even after all this chaos, we’re going back to the haunted house?
“Of course, that’s continuing too!”
Olivia said, hand on her chest.
A surprised look flashed across Han Seo-Jin’s face.
We’re really continuing the haunted house date?
Damn it, the Christmas date isn’t over yet.
This might just be the longest Christmas of my life, encompassing both before and after the possession.
“Alright! Everyone to your positions! Move quickly!”
Olivia gave orders without regard for my wishes.
Following her command, the heroines scattered like the tide receding.
Olivia confirmed the heroines had dispersed and left last.
“Okay, enjoy the remaining date! It’s a command from your dedicated maid! Got it? Hmph!”
Olivia disappeared with a tsundere line.
Tap.
The lobby doors closed, leaving only Han Seo-Jin and me behind.
“………..”
The atmosphere felt awkward as if a storm had just passed.
Han Seo-Jin shuffled closer to me.
“Um, then… I’ll continue to guide you, Mr. Kim Deok-Sung.”
She nervously grasped my wrist.
That day, the Tokyo Death Land haunted house received a one-star rating.
“Whew.”
Having barely escaped from the labyrinthine haunted house, I stood at the exit, taking a deep breath of the crisp air.
Never had I been so grateful for the cold December air.
Damn haunted house.
“What’s the next date course?”
After warming up outside, I asked Han Seo-Jin.
“The next course is…”
Hesitating, she eventually replied.
“…the ferris wheel.”
