He had a mission.
To clean up the garbage that pollutes this
world and bring about justice.
On behalf of those who do not want to dip their hands in sewage, he puts his hands in the sewage himself and judges them.
Shadin, no, Seong-jin had no doubt that this was the path he had to take.
“Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to make money by writing something like this?”
Seong-jin took off one of the notes stuck all over the desk and looked at the woman who was barely breathing her last.
The woman was lying face down, squirming as if trying to escape from him somehow. Seong-jin crouched down next to her.
“You may be losing a lot of blood and losing your sense of reason, but don’t you think you can’t run away at this point?”
To Seong-jin, women were just people who made society a mess, but he still spoke to them with some courtesy. They were trash, but he wasn't trash.
“No, what are you doing?”
Seong-jin, who thought the woman was just trying to crawl away, laughed in vain when he saw a simple geometric pattern forming under the woman's bloody fingers.
Did inspiration strike you while you were dying? You're a fantasy writer, but you're sitting here writing a novel while you're dying.
“Yes, go ahead and pursue your dreams to the fullest.”
He usually didn't give people who wrote dirty novels a chance to pursue their dreams until the end. However, he decided to make an exception for this woman.
There's no chance of the woman surviving anyway, and the woman will only make herself more famous.
The woman's novel was popular, but no one knew who the author was.
But today's incident will reveal the woman's identity, and Seong-jin's fame will skyrocket.
Of course, even now, various portal sites are flooded with his story.
But to make the upcoming 10th trial even more dramatic, it was necessary to shock society once again.
After that tenth trial, Seong-jin planned to retire from this life. His trial would remain an unsolved case, passed down from mouth to mouth.
However, Seong-jin died without achieving his goal and woke up in a novel written by that woman.
In Shadin's body, with his memories forcibly injected into him, Seong-jin realized.
The geometric patterns the author was drawing as she was dying were actually magic circles drawn when casting spells.
What is curious is that the spell is a spell that strengthens the bond of fate.
It's usually used to hold on to someone who has decided to break up, so why would you use it on yourself?
Seong-jin, who was possessed by Shadin, was always puzzled. Then, when he found out that there was another possessed person, he thought that the author had done that to drag him into the novel.
But who would have thought that the other person who had been possessed wasn't the author, but the owner of that damn laundromat.
“Ugh, ugh.”
Shadin let out a heavy breath and slowly rolled up his left trouser leg. His already thin legs were getting thinner, and blisters were forming and bursting repeatedly on his reddened skin. It was as if blood was boiling inside his skin.
Shadin crawled to the cupboard. He took out the neurotoxin he had made from the one jar of solitude magic that Akan had left behind.
He was scared of the aftereffects of spraying poison on his injured leg, but for now, relieving the pain came first.
“Ugh.”
It was painful at the moment the poison touched the wound, but as the poison seeped into the wound, the pain gradually subsided.
Shadin placed a few drops of the neurotoxin on his tongue and lay down.
He thought with his mind unnumbed. What on earth is going on? Why did the curse sent to Judith come back to me?
“...At this rate, I won’t be able to move for a few days, damn it.”
Shadin had cast a spell, and the spell the godmother had cast on him had also worked. Now all that was left to do was find out where he was lying.
“What is this, Marquis?”
Judith thought Cain had called her because of the priestly deeds. But instead of the priestly deeds, Cain presented her with a folder.
“Here is the inventory of Leon Harrington’s assets. You may sign the papers and take them.”
“I guess the investigation is over.”
After Leon's death, his belongings were confiscated by the police.
If it was determined that none of the victim's belongings could provide clues to the murder case, they were returned to the bereaved family, and Leon's belongings were given to Judith after the procedure was completed.
Judith looked over the list of Leon's assets that Cain had given her. She had no great expectations. Hadn't she sent Erne and Henry to raid Leon's assets when her business was struggling for a while before?
She thought that not much time had passed, so his wealth would not have increased much, but guess what? Leon was rich. Judith rubbed her eyes and looked at the list.
“Does he have that much wealth?”
When Erne asked, Judith quietly handed him the list of assets. Erne, who had personally robbed Leon, frowned at the list of assets.
Where did this kid hide his money?
He feels like he emptied all the money he had last time, but when did he accumulate this much wealth, almost two thousand gold?
Of course, it was a good thing for Judith, who inherited his legacy. Erne thought Judith would like it. However, when he turned around, there was not a single smile on Judith's face.
“It’s strange.”
Judith muttered quietly.
“What’s strange?”
“Why does Leon have so much money? Cedric Rhineland, who had the same amount of gold, was just in debt.”
Isn't something strange? Instead of bringing gold and silver treasures, the golden bug demands food. If the owner doesn't give it food, it eats the owner.
“Cedric was a bit incompetent.”
Cedric is Erne's half-brother, the one who revived and then ruined the Rhineland family, and the one who borrowed 200 million gold from Smith and caused Judith to suffer.
“It seems that even if the Golden Bug brings you gold, it can’t give you abilities that you don’t have. Even after inheriting the title of Count, he couldn’t make decisions on his own and always called Cliff.”
“Where did you hear that? Weren’t Cliff on bad terms with your family?”
“I heard it from Cliff himself.”
Although he was not on good terms with his family, he often met Cliff. At the time, he never thought that Cliff would sell his body.
Erne just thought of him as someone who didn't bother him, had a similar drinking capacity, and was good at paying for drinks.
“Every time he saw Cliff, Cedric would curse him for his incompetence. He would push him to fill out the paperwork, and he even said he couldn’t be bothered to sign it. He would grumble about calling him every time he bought something, and that he had to pay a small consulting fee.”
“You paid a small consulting fee?”
Judith tilted her head in puzzlement.
“So, Mr. Cliff, did you earn that much money by working as a lawyer separately?”
“He won’t make that much as a lawyer.”
Cain, who was listening to Erne and Judith's conversation, interrupted. In this world, judges, lawyers, and the like were professions for nobles without titles or money. They were well paid, but they were not professions that made a lot of money.
“Then how did he become rich?”
Cliff always looked relaxed. The clothes he wore were obviously high-end, the horses he rode looked expensive, and the Ackerman mansion was located in a downtown area with expensive land prices.
Not only that, Cliff provided the Followers with slush funds and, after the rebellion, provided them with escape funds and a safe house.
“It must have cost a lot of money, but where did he get all that money?”
“I see?”
“Then would you like to check the list of assets of the Ackermann family?”
When Erne became suspicious, Cain suggested a solution. Cliff's crime was so serious that his entire family would be put to death.
However, his father, his only family member, and his own life were spared because he promised to actively cooperate with the investigation.
However, since it was not a law that could pass without punishment, the Emperor ordered that all of the Ackerman family's assets be confiscated.
“They confiscated everything except a small house where his father-in-law lived. There must be some paperwork that was written at that time.”
Cain sent his men to retrieve the documents. They looked through the Ackerman family's assets.
“...Is this all he has?”
The Ackermann family's assets consisted of a house in a fairly remote area, two horses, a thousand gold coins, and a few paintings.
He was not poor, but he was by no means wealthy. He did not have enough money to provide the funds needed to escape for the more than fifty Followers who were hiding in the capital or to pay for the living expenses of the group of red-wine mediums who remained to watch over Erne.
“It looks like he has some hidden wealth.”
“It seems so to me too.”
“Did he create a slush fund? Why would he do that?”
Judith answered Erne's question nonchalantly.
“That’s because he could hide the Followers in a house under his own name and then get caught up in it later. As a lawyer, couldn’t he have bought a house under someone else’s name?”
For example, what if someone suddenly increases their wealth so much that they don't even notice anyone living in the house in their name? Or someone like the incompetent and greedy Cedric Rheinland whom they advise?
“There may be property belonging to the Rhineland family that we don’t know about.”
The property was provided as a hiding place for the Followers without the knowledge of any member of the House of Rhineland.
On behalf of those who do not want to dip their hands in sewage, he puts his hands in the sewage himself and judges them.
Shadin, no, Seong-jin had no doubt that this was the path he had to take.
“Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to make money by writing something like this?”
Seong-jin took off one of the notes stuck all over the desk and looked at the woman who was barely breathing her last.
The woman was lying face down, squirming as if trying to escape from him somehow. Seong-jin crouched down next to her.
“You may be losing a lot of blood and losing your sense of reason, but don’t you think you can’t run away at this point?”
To Seong-jin, women were just people who made society a mess, but he still spoke to them with some courtesy. They were trash, but he wasn't trash.
“No, what are you doing?”
Seong-jin, who thought the woman was just trying to crawl away, laughed in vain when he saw a simple geometric pattern forming under the woman's bloody fingers.
Did inspiration strike you while you were dying? You're a fantasy writer, but you're sitting here writing a novel while you're dying.
“Yes, go ahead and pursue your dreams to the fullest.”
He usually didn't give people who wrote dirty novels a chance to pursue their dreams until the end. However, he decided to make an exception for this woman.
There's no chance of the woman surviving anyway, and the woman will only make herself more famous.
The woman's novel was popular, but no one knew who the author was.
But today's incident will reveal the woman's identity, and Seong-jin's fame will skyrocket.
Of course, even now, various portal sites are flooded with his story.
But to make the upcoming 10th trial even more dramatic, it was necessary to shock society once again.
After that tenth trial, Seong-jin planned to retire from this life. His trial would remain an unsolved case, passed down from mouth to mouth.
However, Seong-jin died without achieving his goal and woke up in a novel written by that woman.
In Shadin's body, with his memories forcibly injected into him, Seong-jin realized.
The geometric patterns the author was drawing as she was dying were actually magic circles drawn when casting spells.
What is curious is that the spell is a spell that strengthens the bond of fate.
It's usually used to hold on to someone who has decided to break up, so why would you use it on yourself?
Seong-jin, who was possessed by Shadin, was always puzzled. Then, when he found out that there was another possessed person, he thought that the author had done that to drag him into the novel.
But who would have thought that the other person who had been possessed wasn't the author, but the owner of that damn laundromat.
“Ugh, ugh.”
Shadin let out a heavy breath and slowly rolled up his left trouser leg. His already thin legs were getting thinner, and blisters were forming and bursting repeatedly on his reddened skin. It was as if blood was boiling inside his skin.
Shadin crawled to the cupboard. He took out the neurotoxin he had made from the one jar of solitude magic that Akan had left behind.
He was scared of the aftereffects of spraying poison on his injured leg, but for now, relieving the pain came first.
“Ugh.”
It was painful at the moment the poison touched the wound, but as the poison seeped into the wound, the pain gradually subsided.
Shadin placed a few drops of the neurotoxin on his tongue and lay down.
He thought with his mind unnumbed. What on earth is going on? Why did the curse sent to Judith come back to me?
“...At this rate, I won’t be able to move for a few days, damn it.”
***
Shadin had cast a spell, and the spell the godmother had cast on him had also worked. Now all that was left to do was find out where he was lying.
“What is this, Marquis?”
Judith thought Cain had called her because of the priestly deeds. But instead of the priestly deeds, Cain presented her with a folder.
“Here is the inventory of Leon Harrington’s assets. You may sign the papers and take them.”
“I guess the investigation is over.”
After Leon's death, his belongings were confiscated by the police.
If it was determined that none of the victim's belongings could provide clues to the murder case, they were returned to the bereaved family, and Leon's belongings were given to Judith after the procedure was completed.
Judith looked over the list of Leon's assets that Cain had given her. She had no great expectations. Hadn't she sent Erne and Henry to raid Leon's assets when her business was struggling for a while before?
She thought that not much time had passed, so his wealth would not have increased much, but guess what? Leon was rich. Judith rubbed her eyes and looked at the list.
“Does he have that much wealth?”
When Erne asked, Judith quietly handed him the list of assets. Erne, who had personally robbed Leon, frowned at the list of assets.
Where did this kid hide his money?
He feels like he emptied all the money he had last time, but when did he accumulate this much wealth, almost two thousand gold?
Of course, it was a good thing for Judith, who inherited his legacy. Erne thought Judith would like it. However, when he turned around, there was not a single smile on Judith's face.
“It’s strange.”
Judith muttered quietly.
“What’s strange?”
“Why does Leon have so much money? Cedric Rhineland, who had the same amount of gold, was just in debt.”
Isn't something strange? Instead of bringing gold and silver treasures, the golden bug demands food. If the owner doesn't give it food, it eats the owner.
They didn't say they'd take the gold and silver treasures you gave them in the process, which would have been a double whammy.
Cedric is Erne's half-brother, the one who revived and then ruined the Rhineland family, and the one who borrowed 200 million gold from Smith and caused Judith to suffer.
“It seems that even if the Golden Bug brings you gold, it can’t give you abilities that you don’t have. Even after inheriting the title of Count, he couldn’t make decisions on his own and always called Cliff.”
“Where did you hear that? Weren’t Cliff on bad terms with your family?”
“I heard it from Cliff himself.”
Although he was not on good terms with his family, he often met Cliff. At the time, he never thought that Cliff would sell his body.
Erne just thought of him as someone who didn't bother him, had a similar drinking capacity, and was good at paying for drinks.
“Every time he saw Cliff, Cedric would curse him for his incompetence. He would push him to fill out the paperwork, and he even said he couldn’t be bothered to sign it. He would grumble about calling him every time he bought something, and that he had to pay a small consulting fee.”
“You paid a small consulting fee?”
Judith tilted her head in puzzlement.
“So, Mr. Cliff, did you earn that much money by working as a lawyer separately?”
“He won’t make that much as a lawyer.”
Cain, who was listening to Erne and Judith's conversation, interrupted. In this world, judges, lawyers, and the like were professions for nobles without titles or money. They were well paid, but they were not professions that made a lot of money.
“Then how did he become rich?”
Cliff always looked relaxed. The clothes he wore were obviously high-end, the horses he rode looked expensive, and the Ackerman mansion was located in a downtown area with expensive land prices.
Not only that, Cliff provided the Followers with slush funds and, after the rebellion, provided them with escape funds and a safe house.
“It must have cost a lot of money, but where did he get all that money?”
“I see?”
“Then would you like to check the list of assets of the Ackermann family?”
When Erne became suspicious, Cain suggested a solution. Cliff's crime was so serious that his entire family would be put to death.
However, his father, his only family member, and his own life were spared because he promised to actively cooperate with the investigation.
However, since it was not a law that could pass without punishment, the Emperor ordered that all of the Ackerman family's assets be confiscated.
“They confiscated everything except a small house where his father-in-law lived. There must be some paperwork that was written at that time.”
Cain sent his men to retrieve the documents. They looked through the Ackerman family's assets.
“...Is this all he has?”
The Ackermann family's assets consisted of a house in a fairly remote area, two horses, a thousand gold coins, and a few paintings.
He was not poor, but he was by no means wealthy. He did not have enough money to provide the funds needed to escape for the more than fifty Followers who were hiding in the capital or to pay for the living expenses of the group of red-wine mediums who remained to watch over Erne.
“It looks like he has some hidden wealth.”
“It seems so to me too.”
“Did he create a slush fund? Why would he do that?”
Judith answered Erne's question nonchalantly.
“That’s because he could hide the Followers in a house under his own name and then get caught up in it later. As a lawyer, couldn’t he have bought a house under someone else’s name?”
For example, what if someone suddenly increases their wealth so much that they don't even notice anyone living in the house in their name? Or someone like the incompetent and greedy Cedric Rheinland whom they advise?
“There may be property belonging to the Rhineland family that we don’t know about.”
The property was provided as a hiding place for the Followers without the knowledge of any member of the House of Rhineland.
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