Chapter 583 – Chapter 583 Return to Warris-18
Midnight Command.
Jiha heard the report from Uben.
“There were 15 casualties and property damage… I’m estimating it, but it’s about 4 billion.”
“Announce that it is Epic’s duke. And don’t worry, Red Union will pay for it.”
Waris is the home of the Red Union, and public sentiment should not be shaken.
Even for symbolism.
Uben answered while nodding his head.
“I’m sorry, but Commander-in-Chief. That is…”
“Funds?”
Even so, Red Union was running low on funds.
War itself is money, and the underground has been filled somehow by occupying and requisitioning the city of Blue Seal.
This was possible thanks to Jiha’s winning streak and rapid advance.
However, the fight against Purple has been a defensive battle so far.
Even in the fight against the Pirate Empress in Lingard and the current battle with the Salamander, the Red Union did not gain anything.
“Funds will come in within two months. Because I will get married.”
“… Yes?”
“Since I’m getting married, everyone tells me to cut out the congratulatory money. If you don’t want to pay something, tell me not to.”
There is also a Dirga festival, but even without it, Jiha has now made up her mind to get married.
Originally, it was intended to be done after the world conquest was over, but unexpected expenses were incurred.
Also, Epic is a strong enemy.
We needed financial strength in case things went awry.
Uven was puzzled, but realized what the underground was talking about.
If Jiha gets married, the partner is unique, then it becomes a matter of the race level.
Everyone will be scrambling to give money.
‘A human who can only live 100 years, they must want to become the next race to gain hegemony. It’s an investment for the next 100 years, so everyone must be impatient because they can’t pay.’
If you survive for 100 years, at least half of the world’s hegemony, virtual currency will not be able to compete, so everyone will be hot.
Uben understood, but was perplexed.
“Oh, but…”
“You think you can’t last even two months? That’s what I do.”
A city federation will soon arise.
Jiha planned to organize the affairs today and secure money and supplies by striking the City Federation.
“All right. And… As you said, we investigated the people of interest.”
“Okay.”
The basement rose from its seat. Woven, who was about to speak, blinked.
“Sir?”
“I will see for myself. Call Jibril.”
“… Who is that?”
Uben asked curiously.
Is the man who ruled Waris an unknown talent?
Where the hell does Ji-ha know such talented people? …
“Oh, that’s another name.”
The basement laughed and said.
“Call Crea. Tell them that Dudinel’s head will fly off if you act foolishly.”
“…”
It’s a heinous thing to say to his subordinates, but Jiha doesn’t say anything useless.
Uven obeyed the order.
Head office.
As Ji-ha sat on the sofa, Mayan poured her tea.
“I don’t drink tea.”
“It is a good tea for stamina. Drink it.”
“If you’re a man, it’s a car that will make you crazy. But won’t my women be afraid?”
As Jiha played a joke, Mayan nodded her head loudly.
“Hurry up, you have to have a baby soon.”
“You are very animalistic.”
Well, it’s a dog.
Faithful as a maid, Mayan was a beastman with puppy ears and a tail.
Mayan said back.
“Jiha seems to have a lot of partners, but I’m worried because there doesn’t seem to be any news about her child.”
“What do you mean?”
The basement was a bit sloppy.
The underpass was actually a car that was slowly getting on my nerves. However, Mayan’s words touched a politically dangerous part.
It was also a sensitive point for men.
She wondered if she was a seedless watermelon. Suspicions began to arise in the underground passage.
It makes me wonder if I should check with Sirell.
“That’s because I’m happy when I have children with someone I love. The lady and the other women are probably hoping for a child from Mr. Jiha.”
But Mayan was just a maid, and she was talking cheerfully.
She is the straightforward type, her personhood is unadorned and she is not good at political considerations.
She is a maid who values cleaning the house and cooking ingredients more than him.
“Ah, of course Jiha-nim will be happy too. A lady and a child, would you like to have one?”
“Mr. Underground?”
As her basement laughed, Mayan tilted her head and was startled.
“… Lord, Master.”
Mayan was embarrassed and quickly corrected.
It seemed that she didn’t stick well with her mouth, and Jiha deliberately put in a bluff.
“If you make a mistake again, I will make sure you never make a mistake.”
“… Uh uh Sin, sorry.”
Mayan shook her head and begged for forgiveness.
Rather than being frightened by the basement, she showed a self-blaming face for not being faithful as a maid.
She is truly a natural maid, and her reaction is cute.
“Hey, Maid. Hip.”
“… Yes?”
“Get your ass here.”
“…”
Mayan blinked her eyes, then briskly covered her hips with both of her hands.
“Oh no! Master!”
“Where is the master who stops just because a maid does that?”
When Ji-ha got up from her seat, Mayan jumped behind her in surprise.
She still has her hands on her hips, as if she believes that then she can block the underground.
As the basement approached with a smirk, Mayan spoke sharply.
“Master! You have to keep your body tight!”
“You take care of that. I’ll take care of your ass.”
“It’s not possible! You are at work right now! You should do that during your break!”
Mayan said in an admonishing tone.
Shaking her finger, she spoke sternly, and she deliberately shook her tongue.
“Then can I pat your butt as I please at every break from now on?”
“Oh, no…”
“Is that so?”
Asking her underground, Mayan was taken aback, then her face slowly turned red.
As a maid, she was concerned about the health and living of her master, but as a woman, she became conscious of her basement.
She made a voice in which the dog Soo-in crawled.
“… Lord, if the master is really like that.”
“Okay. Then, should I put up with it with my head?”
As she reached her basement calmly, she stroked Mayan’s hair.
Sudden skinship, Mayan was surprised, but her face immediately relaxed.
A natural-born puppy, she could only reflexively wag her tail when petted by someone she recognized as her owner.
“Eh, hehe…”
The sermon from before disappears and he smiles happily.
Looking at the brown puppy’s tail wagging from side to side, Jiha said calmly.
“Mayan, keep quiet about my heir from now on. This is an order.”
“Yes? All right.”
Mayan was puzzled but accepted without asking.
She judged her subterranean as just her own master and her mistress’ counterpart, with little regard for the fact that she was the leader of the Red Union.
She had nothing to do with politics, and she judged everything only by her status as a maid.
However, Mayan’s remarks about the descendants of the underground were dangerous in some cases.
If Enlil’s opponents or rivals had heard this story, they could use this as an excuse to attack Enlil.
Although Mayan is a kind and loyal maid, it was caused by her lack of political sense.
“Okay, then I will give you the next order. You know the nurse next to Sirell, right?”
“Oh, you mean a vampire? I know.”
“How do you know?”
Monica is hiding her identity? Few people besides the underground knew, but this was top-secret information.
Mayan said innocently.
“I know it by smell.”
“Keep an eye on what’s going on in the future. If you do anything nonsense, immediately report it to Uben or Iroha.”
“Yes! When can I do it?”
“From now on, until I tell you to stop. Don’t let Monica know her true identity.”
Monica is unique, and Mayan is no match for her in hand-to-hand combat.
But Mayan is good at tracking, so she won’t get caught. Even if she got caught, Monica couldn’t attack her.
‘I’m going to have to tie Monica up so she doesn’t do anything stupid while I’m gone…’ …’
Yes, Grina is there anyway, and other Uniques will arrive in her tracks, so Monica won’t be able to do anything wrong with her.
“All right! Master!”
Mayan nodded her head quickly.
The order she received from her master, who recognized it through her imprint instinct, was very excited by that fact. She was the dog’s instinct.
“Yes, go.”
“Yes!”
Mayan shook her head and was about to leave, but she hesitated and looked back.
“Please drink all your tea. It is also said to be good for health.”
“Okay.”
Mayan walked out at my feet. Running while wagging her tail, it seemed like she was dying because she was ordered by the underground.
Leaving without even closing her door was a mistake that would never have been made by a normal Mayan.
It’s cute how he doesn’t even realize it.
“Now then, come in, elves who aren’t cute.”
“…”
Crea slowly entered through the open door.
It was the first time they had met face-to-face, and the basement pointed to the sofa and said.
“Sit down, Jibril.”
“… What do you mean?”
“I guess you don’t know me well.”
Underground laughed.
“If you think it’s advantageous to take it off, do it. But then at some point I might not be able to stand it? Take care of the aftermath.”
“I don’t know what kind of nonsense you are talking about when you suddenly call me in the middle of the night. I am getting paid, but I have no intention of working overtime, much less outside of my duties.”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to be the boss who pokes me in the middle of the night. But what if you messed up?”
“What are you talking about…”
Suddenly!
Underground grabbed Crea by the neck.
Her hand raised to her magic power, the basement asked.
“Shall we have a big funeral?”
“… I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Is this what the head of the Red Union would do?”
Crea responded with an annoyed expression.
It was a very courageous response to the situation where her throat was held, and to the man who had the power and the power to kill her.
Normally, with this kind of reaction, they would think that Crea was not Jibril.
But the basement did not let go.
“You think I can’t kill you? Because if you kill a subordinate who is good at work for no reason, there will be an aftermath. It’s just a threat, you think I can’t do it?”
“What are you really talking about…”
“I’m going to kill you now, and if you don’t die, I will kill Dudinel. Count to three.”
“…”
Her grandfather’s name, Crea’s face hardened.
The basement said coldly.
“One.”
“…”
“Two…”
“Stop!!”
Crea screamed for a moment.
The trembling eyes, Jiha stared into those eyes.
“… Let it go and talk.”
“You haven’t given up yet, Jibril?”
“… In, I’ll admit it. So let go!”
Krea, codenamed Jibril, shook her underground hand while shouting angrily.
Usually, the opponent who created the magical power grabbed the neck, but this can’t be the case. Because if the opponent breaks his neck, Unique will die too.
But Crea rooted out her underground or not.
Because it can regenerate from fatal wounds.
“Do you still believe in regenerative power after seeing Darmans look like that? I have quite a bit of spirit.”
“…”
Crea looked down at her as she straightened her collar.
Like it or not, the basement said.
“You must work for me from now on. Artificial unique.”
Write everything you can write.
Enemy spy? Of course use it
