A bar near the capital's slums.
That place, which seemed extremely ordinary on the outside, was in fact anything but ordinary.
The number of people who opened the door to the small bar with only a few tables had already exceeded a hundred...
But the seat was completely empty.
Inside the store, only one clerk was wiping and re-wiping beer glasses and two large customers.
New guests have arrived.
Customers who looked visibly excited quickly took out their money bags from their arms and handed them to the clerk.
"I heard there was a face I hadn't seen before today?"
"Are the rumors already that widespread?"
"Gavin was spreading rumors at the market. How's he? Does he look solid?"
"Ah, somehow. There are a lot of customers today, he looks like he has some spirit. It looks like he's going to challenge Wyatt."
"What? He's a rookie in this world, and he has no fear in challenging Wyatt?"
"Hey, it's going to be a lot of fun today, isn't it?"
"Isn't anyone going to die? Haha!"
The customers were laughing loudly and banging their fists on the counter.
The clerk quickly handed out red and blue pieces of paper to each customer before the counter broke and pointed to the door leading to the basement.
"You know the rules, right? Before the game starts..."
"Oh, of course, I'm going with red! Absolutely! I'm telling you Wyatt will win?"
"Let's see some new faces! Of course, Wyatt will win! Haha!"
The clerk shook his head and sent the customers down to the basement.
In the basement of the empty bar, another world unfolded.
In a fairly deep and wide basement, hundreds of people were jumping around, cheering, and being enthusiastic about something.
It was an illegal fighting stadium.
The game was just about to begin.
People raised their fists in the ring and cheered for the rampaging champion, already predicting his victory.
Wyatt had been champion for several months already.
His tall, muscular body, which appeared to be at least two meters tall, was extremely threatening.
Next to him stood a man with his robe turned inside out.
He was today's challenger.
Then, a group of people cut through the seething crowd and took their seats in the special seating area right in front of the ring.
The man wearing the robe turned inside out and glanced at the man sitting in the center of the special seats.
He was a man with a distinctive bizarre scar on his cheekbone.
'Nigel Abbington."
The exiled second son of the Duke of Linchester.
He sat down haughtily as if he were a King and shouted at the robed man.
"You're not going to start? Take it off!"
The man obediently took off his robe and threw it away.
Then the man's face was revealed under the ceiling light illuminating the ring.
Pale brown hair with emerald eyes.
Even from a distance, his beautiful appearance shone through.
People were murmuring.
"Woman, what is it?"
"Hey, isn't he pretty?"
"Ahh! I should have bet on Wyatt! There's no way that parasitic brother of mine could win!"
"I have 3 seconds! I bet a rookie will die in 3 seconds!"
Leticia's teacher, Michael, took a silent stance.
Then she glanced at Nigel again.
His eyes met with Nigel's, who was Iooking at him with interest.
Michael turned his gaze to his opponent, who was swinging his fists in front of him without any hesitation.
"Haha! I'll crush that pretty face!"
"..."
The paper rang.
A handsome young man and a giant champion clashed.
***
As Michael stood rubbing his sore shoulders in an alley behind a bar, someone threw a purse full of silver coins in front of him.
He was the subordinate who had been standing next to Nigel as if guarding him earlier.
"Hey, you're pretty good. I didn't expect you to beat Wyatt. I've never seen you like this before."
Michael silently took his purse.
As Michael was trying to leave the back alley of the bar, a man blocked his way.
"Wait a minute. Nigel is calling."
Michael asked, pretending not to know.
"Wherefore?"
"You'll know when you go."
The man shoved Michael.
Michael followed the man, pulling his hood up over his head as if he was reluctant
In the shadow of the hood, his lips, bursting from the fight, drew a short arc.
A few days ago, Michael received a secret call from Bridget.
"Michael Wayne. Your real name is Michael Enricas. You were the heir to the extinct Count Enricas family."
Michael had known for a long time that Bridget had been investigating him, but he had ignored her.
"Don't you want to get revenge on the Duke of Linchester?"
Because he was looking forward to receiving an offer like this.
It was like a dream. He never dared to expect that he would be able to get revenge or anything like that.
Following the strangely intertwined relationship with Leticia, Michael met Bridget at the place he arrived at, and was offered the revenge he had given up on. If this wasn't God's will, then what was?
The House of Enricas was exterminated by the Duke of Linchester for ridiculous reasons.
This was because the Duke coveted the Enricas estate, which was famous for producing high-quality grapes.
To take away a vineyard, the Duke of Linchester annihilated an entire family.
The stone that Bridget threw sent ripples through Michael's heart, which had barely managed to calm down over the years.
His heart was pounding.
Michael trusted Leticia. So he decided to trust Bridget, who trusted Leticia.
"What should I do?"
“Approach Nigel Abbington. He is the second son of the Duke of Linchester.”
Bridget said she would use Nigel to set a trap to bring down the Duke of Linchester.
"He runs a large corporation, several entertainment establishments, and Illegal fighting rings."
The easiest way to reach Nigel was to go to the arena.
The Enricas family was a family that had produced excellent swordsmen for generations.
Michael was a man who had received systematic education and had become seasoned through living as a mercenary for a long time.
He wasn't afraid of the stage of an illegal fighting ring where street fighters gathered and fought.
"Will winning a fight be enough to catch his eye?"
"If it's Michael, there's a chance."
Bridget showed Michael portraits of several people.
It was not a fancy portrait but was drawn to identify the person.
It was full of handsome men.
"Nigel Abbington's ex-lovers."
"..."
Michael paused.
"Those words to me..."
"Seduce Nigel and infiltrate his stronghold. Can you do it?"
"..."
Oh my god. You want me to seduce a man?
Just imagining it gave him goosebumps.
Never In his life had he ever thought that he could possibly consider a man as an object of temptation.
While working as a mercenary, Michael occasionally encountered guys who would harass him because of his good looks, but every time they did, they ended up getting beaten to death.
Michael, who had been thinking for a moment with a distorted face, clenched his teeth once and nodded.
And now.
Michael stood in front of Nigel.
Nigel looked Michael up and down, then frowned as if he didn't like the hood covering his face.
"Take that off."
Michael obediently took off his hood.
His face was completely revealed.
"You're hurt."
Nigel clicked his tongue at the sight of Michael's chapped lips.
"There's something sinister about Wyatt."
He was a champion in the fighting arena, where flesh bursts and blood spurts, to say the least...
The fact that Michael, who was not even in that weight class, had won against such a person did not seem to be a significant point to Nigel.
Nigel only seemed to feel sorry for Michael's cracked lip, not that he cared much about his body.
It seemed that as long as he had a pretty face, he would be fine.
That also meant that his looks were exactly to Nigel's taste, something Bridget noticed.
"I heard you have a lot of debt. Do you gamble?"
That was the setting.
"...Why are you calling a busy person and asking for a household survey? What is your business?"
Nigel's eyes lit up with interest as he spat bloody saliva onto the glossy, luxurious marble floor, his question sharp.
No one on this floor didn't know Nigel.
Even that belligerent giant, Wyatt, was busy bowing down before Nigel.
Few people could maintain such a ferocious attitude in the face of Nigel Abbington, who ruled the underworld with money and force.
Nigel smirked as if he was glad.
It was just as Bridget said.
"Nigel likes to subdue his opponents, but he quickly loses interest in those who have been subdued. That's why you have to win in a fight."
"It's disgusting."
"He will try to conquer you. Resist him and stay for enough time. Until he gets impatient."
It didn't suit Michael, who had a neat body, to be rebellious, but it didn't suit him to be subdued even more.
Michael was trying to look as fierce as possible.
Nigel looked at him like that, let out a strange laugh, and then threw a bag of gold coins at Michael.
"The game was fun. It's a deposit. If we win next time, I'll double it. How about we watch it again?"
Michael nodded.
"See you next week."
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