Chapter 446 – #447 Arranged Marriage?
#447 An arranged marriage?
The newly acquired six districts also gradually stabilized.
“…But can you say this is stable?”
Come to think of it, I didn’t really do anything. It was just going around the six districts sequentially, as if on a tour.
The people living in the area cheered just by my appearance, and the villains got scared and hid deep in the back alleys.
“To drive out the villains just by existing…! From now on, I’m not Steel Armor, but Cesco Armor.”
Sounds like a name that would be damn good at preventing villains.
Anyway, with the six sectors stabilized, it was time to move on to the next one.
“Oberon, proceed.”
“Yes, I will prepare.”
Originally, the first step of the plan to unify the Dark City proposed by Intercession was Oberon, and the second step was the Speed Road. Only the front and back order was changed, but the need to defeat other S-class villains remained the same.
So, when I said to proceed, Joongbo immediately nodded without any objection.
“True boss. What would you like to do with the Ploen family?”
“The Floen family…”
The Ploen family was a villain organization that was allied with me. In fact, I think of him as a subordinate, but externally he is known as an ally.
‘I should have chosen my words better…’
When killing the jet stream and declaring the end of the war, you should have used the expression subordinate rather than ally. Even if I had told her to become a subordinate at that time, Dae Mo-nim would have agreed.
Allies and subordinates, these two words have very different meanings.
An alliance is an equal relationship, but subordinates imply a vertical relationship. So, if you are a subordinate, you can recruit troops at will, but the alliance cannot do this.
“Once they ask if they want to participate in the war, if they say no, they say yes. Still, I would prefer not to participate. If the Floen family intervenes, the pie we have to give them will increase.”
Hiring people should be paid accordingly. Give and take. This is very natural in a capitalist society.
However, if the manager’s ability is at a high level, he should be given a higher allowance. It doesn’t make sense if beginners and experts are paid the same allowance.
However, the level of the godmother and the Ploen family is too high to be simply evaluated as high-level.
The godmother became a villain to protect her family, so she keeps the good. After having the power to protect her family, she’s quiet for an S-rank villain. The same was true of the villains of the Floen family. They are filial sons and daughters who know how to respect their mother’s wishes.
In any case, the Ploen family is much stronger than is known to the world. Most of the executives were 8th or 9th level psychics, and there was even an unknown 10th level body enhancer.
Even though it doesn’t work for me.
Anyway, they quietly developed their power, and the moment that power erupted, only the family was in danger.
Tsuba, a villain who moves only when his family is in danger, is honestly fucking cool. It’s my taste!
In any case, it is impossible to run such a Ploen family simply by giving them money. They must be handed over to the zone according to their level and grade. However, if I hand over the area, the area I will have is reduced.
Therefore, the best scenario is that the Ploen family does not intervene in my war. Isn’t the heal totem (the healer applied alter ego) enough anyway?
“They probably won’t go to war. They only use their power for the sake of their families. But they’re allies, so talk about it.”
“Yes boss.”
Nothing changes.
I hold Oberon with the power I have raised so far and expand my power.
*****
“Hol-h-h-h-h-“
“…”
Tsuba Isn’t this?
I blinked my eyes as I saw Godmother smiling benevolently next to me. Blink blink blink-! Why is this old lady here?!
“Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t participate in the war. What is it? It doesn’t fit the family motto of the Floen family.”
“Do you know what our family motto is?”
“Yes. Power is only used for the sake of the family, isn’t it?”
“Holholhol~ Yes, that’s right. Steel Armor-kun seems to be very interested in us.”
The family motto of the Floen family is known as it is widely known in the Dark City. Just do a few searches on the internet and you’ll know right away.
Interpreting that as interest… Is that how you view me favorably?
“Look at my spirit. I haven’t introduced my children yet. As I get older, my memory gets weaker… After all, when I get old, I have to die quickly.”
Oh! The #1 lie that old people tell came out. When you get old, you should die quickly, people who say this usually live a long life.
“Come here heya.”
“Your mother.”
At her godmother’s call, a woman approached this way with modest steps. She has fair skin, looks and body like a Barbie doll, and is slightly short, but her face is the size of a fist, so she doesn’t feel small.
“Greetings. Steel Armor-kun.”
“Yes mother. Nice to meet you. My name is Heya Ploen.”
“Ah, yes. It’s called Steel Armor.”
I had an unintentional conversation with the woman, Heya Ploen.
– Sniff… This smell… Beauty! And the smell of virgins!
My cockpit reacted. An acceptance necklace that hangs around her neck!
“As I’ve heard, you’re a manly person.”
“Ah, thank you. Heya-san is also beautiful.”
“…”
Hey Ploen blushed as she used her compliment strike. Green light?! Is this a green light?!
“Hol-h-h-h-h-“
Seeing the two of us like that, Daemo Nim smiled heartily.
‘No way?’
It seemed like she knew why she had participated in the war before Oberon, and why she was introducing her own daughter to me.
The godmother broke the unwritten rule that her powers were used only for her family and accepted my offer out of courtesy, and took her family to the war.
I wondered why this nobleman was there, but seeing that happy smile, I could understand her intentions.
‘You’re trying to make me your son-in-law!’
When I become godmother’s son-in-law, I become her godmother’s family. If so, it is not breaking the unwritten rule.
Keep the unwritten rules and make me your son-in-law.
Isn’t this the best of both worlds and double blood!
‘Anyway, this guy’s popularity is…’
Marriage was not a bad proposition either for me. Doesn’t the chance that the godmother betray me disappear?
But there is one stumbling block.
‘I have a lot of women, will it be okay?’
Politically speaking, it doesn’t matter if I have a lot of women or not. Aren’t marriage alliances common in ancient times?
But the opponent was the godmother. A woman who values her family above all else.
Would such a woman really want to marry her daughter to me, who has many women? That’s because you don’t know much about me yet.
Of course, if she becomes my woman, she will make me happy for the rest of my life, but my godmother’s years of age can’t even read my heart.
‘I don’t know. It will work out somehow. Anyway… She’s really pretty.’
I don’t know if it resembled my godmother when I was young, but Heya Ploen was a great beauty. I wasn’t the type to reject a beauty. Shall we take you to the hotel right after the war?
It was then.
“Mom! What are you doing!”
“Huh? Illya, what are you doing here?”
A sharp voice came out from among the people, and the godmother was taken aback when she heard it.
‘Is it Eli? Witch?’
She said it was Ilya, so at first she thought she was a witch. But no. Now her godmother’s mentioned name was Illy ‘Ya’ and her witch was Illy ‘Ah’. The voice was decidedly different.
“I really can’t live!”
Soon a woman appeared, pushing people away. She had dyed her hair, and a woman with her short pink hair was frowning on her face.
‘Oh!’
His eyes lit up at the appearance of another beauty. Heya Floen was also a beauty, and the woman who appeared now was also a beauty. My eyes are happy.
“Mom, are you crazy?! Are you trying to sell our Heya somewhere!”
“… Sell? You talk too much, Illya.”
‘Psychic Analyst.’
[Name: Ilya Ploen (Female/32 years old)]
[Psychic Power: Fierce Fighter (Lv.9)]
[Psychic Tree]
Lv.1 [Ferocious Force]
Lv.2 [Martial Art]
Lv.3 [?]
Lv.4 [?]
Lv.5 [?]
Lv.6 [?]
Lv.7 [?]
Lv.8 [?]
Lv.9 [?]
‘It’s snowing!’
Ilya Ploen was a woman two years older than me. Unlike Heya Ploen, who had a small physique, she was about 175 cm tall, and she had quite a bit of muscle, befitting a melee-type psychic.
“How could you try to hand over Heya to a guy like that!”
“Your voice is loud. Won’t you shut up?”
“Mom!”
She seemed to have a personality, but Illya argued with her stern godmother. Do you think that’s bad? Her godmother’s narrow eyes were getting colder.
“In this day and age, does arranged marriage make sense?! And hey, how old are you, and you’re already trying to get me married! And that’s also for a girl who’s in heat with a woman like that!”
‘I’m in heat, but…’
No matter how fun it was to watch the fight, Oberon was in front of his eyes and he could not keep watching them fight.
“Hmmmm. We’ll go first, Godmother.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Yes?”
I was thinking of leaving the two of them to fight and going first to beat Oberon. Then my godmother stopped me.
“I was thinking of going too.”
“I’m talking right now Mom… Aaaaagh!”
“…?”
What did I just see?
As her godmother stirred her hand, the fiery Ilya Ploen became a star in the far sky.
“Then shall we go now?”
“Uh… Just wondering if he’s okay?”
“Holholhol~ There’s nothing to worry about. Even though he looks like that, he has a strong body.”
“…”
I don’t think that’s a problem that can be solved simply by saying that the body is strong, right? But anyway, since it was still someone else’s family matter, I decided not to go into detail.
“Hey, you should have some tea with your brothers.”
“Your mother. Take care of yourself. And Steel Armor. Take care of yourself, Steel Armor too.”
“Yes. See you next time.”
“Ah…”
Before parting with Heya Ploen naturally, she kissed the back of her hand. Then she turned her cheeks red.
“Hol-h-h-h-h-“
Seeing us like that, Dae Mo-nim smiled as if she was satisfied.
*****
-Steel Armor is targeting you.
“…”
As Oberon watched the combined forces of the Skull Head and Ploen Family approaching his hideout, Oberon remembered the words of an uninvited guest who had visited him the night before.
As soon as the uninvited guest gave a warning, Steel Armor attacked…
‘There must be something behind this war.’
Oberon thought that someone was hiding behind this war. The designer of this war who instigated the Steel Armor and started the war.
And with that, the most potent…
Wriggling wriggling-!
It must be the uninvited guest who delivered that terrible thing to himself. Dozens of what looked like tentacles of an octopus were tangled together like a ball, and the tentacles were wriggling restlessly.
-It’s your choice whether to take this or not. But if you eat this… You can kill Steel Armor.
Said the uninvited guest. If you eat that nasty thing, you can kill Steel Armor. There’s no way he gave that to himself for nothing.
However…
‘How can I eat something like that?’
How can you eat something that looks like a beggar? Just looking at it, it was obvious that what looked like shit would taste like shit.
It was Oberon who looked like he was going to pick up what fell on the ground in 3 seconds, but he was actually a great gourmet. He was a gourmet food maniac enough to spend most of his organization’s income on food.
“…”
Oberon looked ahead.
The S-class villain Steel Armor and his godmother were approaching him. Aside from the steel armor, his godmother’s participation in the war was quite unexpected.
‘Did the crouching dragon start its activity?’
Until the steel armor, he had a hard time with his godmother no matter how he dealt with it. The matchmaking was overwhelmingly unfavorable. He couldn’t even ask his men to deal with the godmother.
In order to deal with the two powerful S-class villains, S-class power was required.
“…”
Oberon looked at the fucking tentacle that the uninvited guest had given him.
You can get the power to kill steel armor… In other words, if you eat this monster, you can get power comparable to S-class.
“… I can’t help it. Babylon! If they start attacking the ambush team, tell them to confuse them from the rear.”
“Yes Boss!”
Oberon summoned [Babylon], His subordinate and his A-class villain, and gave orders.
“And you eat this.”
“…”
Oberon handed Babylon a wriggling tentacle.
