Chapter 102: Karma

༺ Karma ༻

“You are...”

“Oh? That box...?”

I blankly looked at the owner. The owner, who appeared drunk, hiccuped and reached out his hand with a gleam in his eye..

“Why are you here?”

“Ekkk....”

I looked at him warily and hid the box behind me. The owner then lost his balance, he fell on the counter with his stretched hand.

“This bastard. I’m the owner of that box you are holding.”

“You’re the owner?”

I frowned as I looked at him. After hearing what he said, I let out a surprised reply.

This drunken old man in front of me, was he really Rosinante, the legendary master who owned the item store in the first version of the game?

“You look a lot like Hanbyeol... but of course, your hair color is different.”

“What?”

I got pulled back from my thoughts when I heard a dunce-like voice of an elderly.

“What do you mean...”

“Forget it. Tell me, what do you want from me? Of course, you should know that the things that I make come with their own cost...”

Tilting my head in confusion, I tried to ask him what his words had meant. Yet, he just waved it off and started to talk with an annoyed voice.

“Here, a jade pendant.”

“Crap. I don’t like doing unprofitable trades.”

I offered him the jade pendant that I received as a reward from the Second Ordeal. He accepted the jade pendant reluctantly and started to grumble.

“So, what do you want to make?”

“I’m not here to ask you to make anything. I need your help in repairing and upgrading something.”

Saying so, I took out the ‘Mask of Deception’ that was cracked in half. The owner made an expression of disbelief and started to complain once again.

“What kind of shitty work is this?”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Yeah, if I was the one who made something like this, I would have died out of shame.”

He frowned deeply as he said that. Soon, he shattered the mask on the counter into pieces with a hammer.

“Did you have to destroy it?”

“It was a magic trick at best. I tried to recycle it, you punk.”

“Didn’t you say it was shitty work?”

“I’m a craftsman, not a magician. Of course I can’t make a magic tool without the necessary materials.”

He had a curt expression on his face, but he still kindly answered my question. His features and personality matched the prophecy written by my ancestor, and it became clear to me that he was indeed Rosinante.

“You, How are you still alive?”

“What concern is that of yours? The fact whether I’m alive or not has nothing to do with you.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Well, what I know is that you are my customer.”

I eventually asked him a serious question, but he only gave me a brief answer and tried to steer the conversation away from the topic.

“Freaking annoying.”

“You’re free to leave if you don’t like it. Didn’t you come here of your own accord?”

I frowned as he said that. His curt attitude was beginning to frustrate me. I was already tired of all his cryptic words and details.

“But, are you going to give me back my stolen box?”

“...Here.”

“Nice. I’ll start working now.”

After I handed him the ornamental box, the owner beamed a smile and walked towards the back of the counter.

“It’ll be ready soon. Just wait here for a bit. I’ll turn that mask of yours into something truly extraordinary.”

“Wait, I just wanted to have it repaired...”

“I will make you something way more amazing than that mask, so don’t worry!”

Hearing his excited voice, I could only sigh quietly. Soon after, Iasked him a question.

“Would you consider becoming my exclusive craftsman?”

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t do that.”

The owner, who had been observing me with a sly grin, replied with a smile. Then, he disappeared behind the counter.

“...Kania, do you hear me?”

I gazed at the spot where the owner had gone for a moment before stepping outside the shop.

– Yes, Young Master. I can hear you.

Hearing Kania’s response through the communication magic tool I held in my hand, I smiled in satisfaction and ordered.

“Come to me at once. I’ve found the owner.”

– I’m coming right away

I smiled upon hearing Kania’s calm answer. Then, I cut off the connection between us and fell into deep thought.

‘If the owner really is Rosinante... I can’t let him go.’

According to the prophecy of the previous Hero, I must do everything in my power to secure the services of a master craftsman who can enhance the items given by the system. The fact that my ancestor even mentioned the owner only heightened his importance and required my utmost attention

Therefore, it is imperative that we secure Rosinante, even if it is only in theory. I cannot do it, but you can.

I’m not quite sure why my ancestor seems to attach great significance to Rosinante, perhaps it’s just a gut feeling.

“Well, he will inevitably be defeated by Isolet. So, I’ll just have to apply some pressure, right??”

Of course, physically assaulting an elderly man was a morally questionable act. But when the time is right, and with Kania by my side, we would blackmail him.

“...Right, let’s have a look at the information board.”

I sat idly on the chair waiting for the owner, but soon I became curious about the contents of the information board and proceeded to the counter.

“Oi, boss. Let me take a look at it.”

“.....”

“Boss?”

After a moment of silence, I called out to the owner, but when I received no response, I crossed over the counter.

“...Kania, don’t come.”

– Pardon?

I entered the room and with a defeated look, I muttered to Kania through my communication device.

“It’s too late for you to come now.”

Inside the room, only a pendant and a note were left behind.

Your order has been received. It will be delivered to your mansion soon.

“...Hoo.”

I shed tears upon reading the note, but quickly regained my composure and smiled.

‘It seems like you won’t steal it after all.’

Although the plan to repair the mask and do good things with it seemed to be out of the question now, something that was made from an item that had been given by the system definitely wouldn’t be something ordinary.

In addition, the owner had repeatedly said that he would make it into something that was even more amazing. Even though he was a little bad tempered, he was someone with real skill. His creations were something worth looking forward to.

Suddenly, an alcohol bottle flew out of nowhere and struck the bald head of the gangster.

“Which crazy fucker...!!!”

The impact from the bottle caused the gangster to stumble back, clutching his head in pain. He scoured the area with a menacing gaze, trying to locate the source of the bottle.

“Hahaha... you, did you just curse at me?”

“...Heup!”

As soon as the gangster discovered the culprit, he froze up in shock.

“He-Hello! Lord Frey!!”

“Ah... my head.”

His comrade, who was also bald, quickly came to his aid, slamming his head to the floor and offered a greeting. Frey, who was heavily intoxicated, looked irritated as he spoke.

“Why are you blocking the road... someone is trying to pass by.?”

“We-Well... I’m just doing some ‘work’ here. Hehe.”

“Work?”

“Ye-Yes... don’t you know it, Lord Frey? This is Count Justiano’s territory..”

“Aha... that back alleys emperor...”

Frey quietly nodded as the gangster spoke, sweating profusely. Frey then picked up the fallen contract and quickly scanned its contents.

“...Come to think of it, that punk Justiano has his claws in the new back alley market as well.”

Frey eventually muttered to himself, with a cold look on his face, before his expression lightened up.

“I got it, then...”

“Yes! Please take a look at it!”

“...Fuck off.”

“Yes?”

“I said fuck off.”

The gangsters were stunned by Frey’s words. Frey picked up the bottle once more and bellowed,

“I said fuck offff! You bastards!”

“Ye-Yes! We will go!”

Everyone in the Empire was aware of Frey’s drinking habits, so the frightened gangsters quickly scurried away, muttering to each other,

“Huhu. I almost received an extra commission from those children.”

“Can’t we just abduct them? This is so freaking annoying.”

“Somehow, they seem to sell better when they come of their own accord, rather than when they’re kidnapped or forced.”

Those gangsters muttered and they soon walked out of sight. With a cold gaze, Frey watched them go, then he approached the girl who was gazing at him fearfully..

“Th-Thank you...”

“Shut up.”

In an instant, Frey then arrived in front of the girl, cutting her off, and grabbed her arm abruptly.

“You are quite pretty.”

“Ye-Yes?”

“Follow me.”

Frey attempted to take the girl with him, but the boy on the ground blocked him, shouting,

“Le-Let go of my sister!”

“...Why should I?”

“I, I will give you this! So please...!”

Saying that, the boy offered Frey the only gold coin he had ever owned, the same one Ruby had given them a few days prior.

“What can this do... huh?”

Frey took the coin with disdain and sneered, and he tried to throw it to the ground.

“What’s this..”

Then with a stiff expression, he began to mumble.

“Pl-Please... Please... Cough! Cough!”

Frey, who had been scrutinizing the gold coin for a while, spoke in a low voice as the boy tugged on his trouser and pleaded.

“Then, you follow me too.”

“Huh?”

“You too. Follow me.”

He then dragged the girl by her arm to a quiet alley. Frey infused his hand with stellar mana and whispered,

“...Who did such a thing?”

As the stellar mana from his hand met the gold coin in his hand, it emitted a ruby-colored smoke.

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“Haa...”

At the same time, in another part of town.

“Ruby! Are you okay? Are you going to start coughing blood again?”

“What are we going to do? Ruby looks to be in so much pain. This must be a severe illness.”

“Sister Ruby... you can’t die.”

Laying in the bed surrounded by people, Ruby became a little awkward.

“I’m fine. I’m really fine...”

“Bear with it a little longer!! We will slowly gather some money and we will call the Saintess from the church! Maybe she can come in a few days!”

“Th-There is no need for that!!”

Ruby put on a strained smile, but when the people mentioned the Saintess from the church with concern, her expression became truly distressed and she shook her head.

“Look at her, she’s still worrying about us.”

“Oh the Sun God! How can you put such a kind child through so much hardship...”

“Sister Ruby was so kind that she tried to hide it....”

However, no one listened to her words. Ruby whispered quietly,

“...What have you done?”

But when nothing happened, she spoke coldly,

“There’s a help function... doesn’t that mean you are obligated to answer me?”

Soon after, a system window appeared in front of her.

『A sharp decrease of ability has been issued as a penalty for failing the last quest, as well as a decrease in ‘luck’』

“...Ha.”

『And even if it wasn’t the case, consider this your retribution.』

After checking the content, Ruby burst into laughter with an incredulous expression.

“.......”

From a far distance, Glare was quietly staring at her.