Chapter 283

Chapter 283

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 283: Power Inflation (1)

On a quiet weekend, nearing sunset, a carriage departed from the Colosseo Academy towards the estate of the wealthiest clan in the empire, the Bourgeois Clan. Dolores, Figgy, and Sinclaire, these three individuals were honored to have been invited to the grand estate for an evening meal, courtesy of Bourgeois.

Naturally, Figgy and Sinclaire were animatedly sharing their excitement and stories. “Our oracle club’s achievements this time were remarkable! We clinched the top spot in the mock investment contest! And unbelievably, all of it was based on actual returns!”

“In addition, we hosted a dazzling party, complete with jewels, gold bars, coins, banknotes, promissory notes, real estate deeds, artworks, antiques, and other valuable items scattered around the dining table. I can’t even fathom the total worth. It’s said to surpass mountain ranges.”

“Hehe, really? Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?”

“Why would you keep such valuable items on the dining table? What if a guest sneaks off with them during dinner?”

“How could anyone steal so much?”

“Well, that’s true. Then, could the gifts we prepared also become part of that treasure trove? That would be glorious.”

After finishing his words, Figgy turned to look behind the carriage. There, several treasure chests were placed—a gift for Bourgeois.

Sinclaire, who had contemplated and prepared these gifts with great care, muttered with a hint of disappointment, “It’s a shame Big Brother didn’t come with us.”

“Huh? Vikir, you mean? Why all of a sudden?”

“Just because... He promised he’d come over to my house for a meal.”

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Figgy tilted his head in confusion. Why would that come up now? Sinclaire, brushing aside her white short-cut hair swaying in the wind, replied, “He’s quite busy lately, I wanted him to eat a proper meal with me.”

“Oh, that’s what you meant? I agree. It’s been hard to have meals with Vikir lately. Except for breakfast.”

Figgy started discussing Vikir’s busy schedule. However, Sinclaire, while listening to Figgy’s words, was lost in her own thoughts.

‘Big Brother. You don’t have money?’

‘...I don’t.’

‘Why not? You’re a student at the academy. Isn’t that too harsh? These kids here don’t have parents to rely on. We should help them.’

‘Parents are not necessary. They function only during the essential years when external support is crucial. After that, they are unnecessary.’

Meanwhile, Dolores, who was at the front, staring straight ahead, was completely oblivious to Figgy and Sinclaire’s conversation behind her. Her attention was solely on the treasure chests carried in the carriage today, the gifts destined for Bourgeois’ estate.

‘I’m sorry, kids.’

Unfortunately, the gifts selected by Sinclaire and Figgy were not in the boxes.

Those items had already been moved elsewhere, and the empty boxes now contained something entirely different.

Night Hound.

Dolores, Figgy, and Sinclaire began waiting in the reception room. “The reception room is incredibly luxurious. It looks expensive yet not extravagant. The interior exudes the beauty of the past.”

“Yeah, it’s tasteful.”

While Figgy and Sinclaire chatted, Dolores trembled with her hand. ‘I need to add the sleeping potion.’ It was a misdeed she had never attempted in her entire life, altering someone else’s food.

Eventually, Dolores seized the opportunity as Figgy and Sinclaire turned their heads, successfully adding the sleeping potion to their tea cups. Absentmindedly sipping their tea, Figgy and Sinclaire soon started dozing off.

“Hmm. Why do I feel sleepy?”

“Yeah. It’s almost dinner time, though...”

Dolores, with a quivering voice, addressed Figgy and Sinclaire, “Hey, hey, hey, he... no, hey guys. If you’re tired, take a short nap. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.”

“Oh, can you do that?”

“Thank you!”

Fortunately, Figgy and Sinclaire, without any suspicion, leaned against the sofa in the reception room, closing their eyes. ‘Did the medicine work?’

Dolores waved her hand in front of their faces, confirming their lack of response.

With a relieved sigh, Dolores stepped outside briefly to wipe away the sweat. At that moment, she once again encountered the steward approaching.

“Ah, saintess. The lord had some urgent matters and is delayed. He’ll come back shortly.”

“Yes! Steward, My friends who came with me would have to return due to an unexpected incident.”

“Really? A meeting right before the appointment? Although Lord is a bit late... Shall I cancel the appointment and reschedule it for another time?”

“Oh no, no! There’s no need for that. I can just meet him alone as the club representative.”

The steward, nodding while smiling, seemed to understand reluctantly.

A little past the scheduled time, Dolores loaded the prepared gifts onto a carriage and, accompanied by a few attendants, headed deep into the mansion’s interior.

After walking for a while, the imposing vault came into view, resembling an entrance to a grand plaza.

“Lord is waiting.”

The steward politely bowed before opening the door. Inside, a dark and cold atmosphere could be felt. The attendants stored the gift-laden carriage inside and guided Dolores further inside.

Finally, all attendants exchanged greetings and slowly retreated, leaving Dolores alone in the vast darkness of the vault.

“...Um, Sir?”

As Dolores cautiously spoke, a sudden burst of light illuminated the surroundings. Simultaneously, Dolores could only open her mouth wide.

A magnificent golden scent filled the air, blinding with its golden brilliance. In the vast darkness of the vault, Dolores stood alone, welcomed into a world of immense wealth.

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]