"First of all, before that, it seems Your Highness came for the same reason I did. Did you happen to hear rumors of a secret auction being held here?"
“There was a rumor?”
“Oh! No, there wasn’t a rumor; I just happened to get the information.”
“...”
How was the level of security that allowed the auction house information to be obtained?
Nike was embarrassed, but decided to just let it be and asked.
“So, what are you going to do here?”
“I’m trying to figure out what kind of crap they’re trying to sell, so I can either steal it or burn it in advance.”
It's exactly the same purpose.
But.
"Do you have any thoughts? Dressing so suspiciously that anyone would notice, sneaking here in broad daylight?"
"I'm a suspicious intruder!" Ryan's behavior was truly absurd, as he screamed with his whole body.
“If you get caught hiding, don’t you think that there will be people chasing you and they will clean up the auction house?”
“Hey, I came here thinking I wouldn’t get caught.”
“What nonsense...”
Ryan came with the intention of not getting caught.
He's been infiltrating here since this morning and has currently searched the main building and the annex.
Of course, he was bound to run into a few people, but he didn't get caught.
What if he gets caught?
Vania, in the shadows had just wrapped up about a minute and was walking around, planning a route for Ryan to avoid encountering people.
"Since the situation is pressing right now, let's discuss that later. However, Your Highness, it appears the information I received is wrong."
“Wrong?”
“There are absolutely no suspicious objects or imprisoned slaves in this mansion.”
“It’s true that there isn’t one now.”
"Yes?"
“Because he moves the items as late as possible so that they won’t be discovered in advance.”
“Elliot, that guy is so protective of himself.”
Ryan's eyes widened.
After a while, he turns his head straight ahead and begins muttering to himself.
“Ah, uh. Oh, I see.”
“...?”
“I guess they’ve figured it out by now. It’s amazing.”
“Who are you talking to?”
Nike frowned. Ryan looked back at him, considered it for a moment, and then said.
“...with Vania.”
"What?"
"Actually, she's here with me now. She's hidden away inside me. She should come out and greet you, but it's dangerous, so she won't. Actually, it was Vania who recognized you."
"What..."
Nike's eyes wavered as he mulled over Ryan's words, unable to understand.
Well, aren't people with superpowers inherently beyond the realm of comprehension?
Especially Vania.
“Are you crazy?!”
“Surprise. Your expression is scary. Why are you so angry?”
"You brought Vania here, risking your life, not knowing what might happen? Are you in your right mind?"
“...”
Nike bit his lips tightly.
He doesn't understand. Even if there was a purpose, how could he act so carefree while using his sister for such dangerous work?
'Ugh, I'll hold on.'
"This isn't the time to be angry," Nike asked calmly, suppressing his anger.
“How long have you been undercover? Have you searched the entire interior of this mansion?”
"Yes. I came in this morning and searched the main building, the annex, the basement, and even the backyard storage room. This is the last stop."
So now, the internal structure of the mansion that Nike was trying to figure out would be entirely in Ryan's head.
Nike reconsidered his plans and said.
“Let’s escape from here quickly.”
The escape was easy.
Actually, while I was doing a preliminary survey around the mansion with Ryan, I happened to discover something like a secret passage.
'It was an unexpected harvest.'
Coming out through there, it was beyond the mansion's backyard wall. Beyond the wall was a mountain.
It looks like a moderately luxurious villa, but the surrounding area is secluded, making it the perfect place for a secret auction house.
We hid at the entrance to the mountain and waited for Nike to come out through the main gate.
After sharing the secret passage with Nike...
“I can just go out the front door.”
After saying that, he pretended to be a laborer and naturally blended in with the crowd outside.
'Nike, I never thought you'd actually come here.'
How surprised I was while searching the annex for a while. Ryan whispered that there was someone behind me.
As expected, the sharp instinct of the beast did not miss, and the bearded man appeared out of nowhere and attacked Ryan.
“No matter who sees it, it’s the Third Prince! I told you, only you will recognize it!”
Ryan shook his head.
No, he doesn't. Ryan seems duller than I thought. He has an aura that can't be hidden by that kind of sloppy makeup.
“Still, if I hadn’t met the Third Prince, we would have been completely at odds. Oh, thank goodness.”
That's right.
I searched the entire mansion but couldn't find anything suspicious, so I thought the auction house information was fake. What is this?
But I heard from Nike that Elliot brings in his stuff as late as possible so as not to get his tail stepped on.
‘I didn’t know much about Elliot back then. But his standing was smaller than I thought!’
After a little more time, Elliot doesn't care whether his tail gets stepped on or not.
The scale of his illegal business continues to grow, and many of the capital's most prominent nobles become involved.
The Elliot I remember had a lot of freedom of movement, even bribing judges and investigators.
'Not to that extent yet.'
The demons in our house are not as big as I thought.
What a blessing.
“Hey!”
Just then, Ryan waved as if he were greeting a neighborhood friend. Nike was coming.
Nike somehow stared intently into Ryan's eyes, then ripped off the wig and fake face in one go, and shook his head.
'Oh my!'
A handsome face was revealed...
“Why are you taking your clothes off?”
"Just."
“I hope you don’t think it’s because you don’t want to say something with an ugly face because you think Vania is seeing it with my eyes...?”
Nike closed his eyes tightly. He seemed angry. It seems Ryan only said things he wanted to hit.
"That's not it. I tore it off because there's no need to disguise myself anymore."
"Yes, I understand. But why, Your Highness, are you doing such a tedious job? And how did you find out about the auction house?"
Ryan asked, "What's going on?" Nike answered with a sigh.
“...First question, this is actually my job. And second question, trade secrets.”
"That's ridiculous. Are you saying you've been cleaning up Wassenberg's shit since you were seventeen?"
Ryan was surprised. And so was I.
'Nike, you idiot. You lied to me after all.'
Before my return, I knew that Nike was a secret society that was trying to stop my brothers from doing evil.
I found out by chance after I started dating him.
When asked how long he had been doing this, Nike, who was then 'twenty-two years old', replied 'not long ago'.
Perhaps he was worried that I would be more shocked if he told me all the details of my brother's misdeeds, so he greatly minimized Elliot's crimes.
You said it was nothing...
'Yeah, but it wasn't like that, was it?'
Nike is now seventeen. He's been cleaning up after them since he was much younger.
I'm really sorry.
“From now on, please explain the structure of the mansion to me in as much detail as possible.”
Nike picked up a branch and handed it to Ryan, then swept the dirt floor with hid foot as if to explain.
“Then you’ll have a rough idea of where to store your stuff.”
“So, you’re saying we should go undercover and quickly check any suspicious areas before the auction starts and deal with them in advance?”
“Right. But, just me.”
Nike added, looking at Ryan.
“You just need to explain the layout of the mansion and then go back.”
As expected! That's what I expected.
I knew this would happen, so I told Ryan in advance.
“Did you see that Third Prince got angry when you told him you brought me here? If you drag me into something dangerous one more time, he’ll completely crush you.”
[Ahem! Hmm! Hmm!]
“Just leave it to the Third Prince?”
[No! I need his help! That person doesn't yet understand my versatility!]
“Are you going to do it alone?”
"Yes."
"Hmm. Yes, then. Honestly, I'm grateful. You said you'd clean up after my house. I trust you'll do a good job."
Ryan acted with aplomb. Nike was relieved when he readily agreed.
Soon Ryan began to explain the layout of the mansion...
“Oh, so if there are slaves for sale, they are kept in a place like this?”
“Yeah. This is the number of guards...”
After talking for a while.
We broke up...
...Of course, we met again.
'Tsk tsk! Even the time overlapped!'
3 a.m., outside the backyard fence of the auction house.
Two men wearing pitch-black assassin's uniforms and masks met at the entrance to a secret passage.
"Your Highness!"
Ryan greeted him politely.
Nike closed his eyes tightly, his fists shaking.
“Why, why are you saying...”
“You really don’t listen, do you?”
“...”
“There was a rumor?”
“Oh! No, there wasn’t a rumor; I just happened to get the information.”
“...”
How was the level of security that allowed the auction house information to be obtained?
Nike was embarrassed, but decided to just let it be and asked.
“So, what are you going to do here?”
“I’m trying to figure out what kind of crap they’re trying to sell, so I can either steal it or burn it in advance.”
It's exactly the same purpose.
But.
"Do you have any thoughts? Dressing so suspiciously that anyone would notice, sneaking here in broad daylight?"
"I'm a suspicious intruder!" Ryan's behavior was truly absurd, as he screamed with his whole body.
“If you get caught hiding, don’t you think that there will be people chasing you and they will clean up the auction house?”
“Hey, I came here thinking I wouldn’t get caught.”
“What nonsense...”
Ryan came with the intention of not getting caught.
He's been infiltrating here since this morning and has currently searched the main building and the annex.
Of course, he was bound to run into a few people, but he didn't get caught.
What if he gets caught?
Vania, in the shadows had just wrapped up about a minute and was walking around, planning a route for Ryan to avoid encountering people.
"Since the situation is pressing right now, let's discuss that later. However, Your Highness, it appears the information I received is wrong."
“Wrong?”
“There are absolutely no suspicious objects or imprisoned slaves in this mansion.”
“It’s true that there isn’t one now.”
"Yes?"
“Because he moves the items as late as possible so that they won’t be discovered in advance.”
“Elliot, that guy is so protective of himself.”
Ryan's eyes widened.
After a while, he turns his head straight ahead and begins muttering to himself.
“Ah, uh. Oh, I see.”
“...?”
“I guess they’ve figured it out by now. It’s amazing.”
“Who are you talking to?”
Nike frowned. Ryan looked back at him, considered it for a moment, and then said.
“...with Vania.”
"What?"
"Actually, she's here with me now. She's hidden away inside me. She should come out and greet you, but it's dangerous, so she won't. Actually, it was Vania who recognized you."
"What..."
Nike's eyes wavered as he mulled over Ryan's words, unable to understand.
Well, aren't people with superpowers inherently beyond the realm of comprehension?
Especially Vania.
“Are you crazy?!”
“Surprise. Your expression is scary. Why are you so angry?”
"You brought Vania here, risking your life, not knowing what might happen? Are you in your right mind?"
“...That’s too much. When you thought I was the only one here, you were only worried that Elliot would notice and clean up the auction house.”
Nike bit his lips tightly.
He doesn't understand. Even if there was a purpose, how could he act so carefree while using his sister for such dangerous work?
'Ugh, I'll hold on.'
"This isn't the time to be angry," Nike asked calmly, suppressing his anger.
“How long have you been undercover? Have you searched the entire interior of this mansion?”
"Yes. I came in this morning and searched the main building, the annex, the basement, and even the backyard storage room. This is the last stop."
So now, the internal structure of the mansion that Nike was trying to figure out would be entirely in Ryan's head.
Nike reconsidered his plans and said.
“Let’s escape from here quickly.”
***
The escape was easy.
Actually, while I was doing a preliminary survey around the mansion with Ryan, I happened to discover something like a secret passage.
'It was an unexpected harvest.'
Coming out through there, it was beyond the mansion's backyard wall. Beyond the wall was a mountain.
It looks like a moderately luxurious villa, but the surrounding area is secluded, making it the perfect place for a secret auction house.
We hid at the entrance to the mountain and waited for Nike to come out through the main gate.
After sharing the secret passage with Nike...
“I can just go out the front door.”
After saying that, he pretended to be a laborer and naturally blended in with the crowd outside.
'Nike, I never thought you'd actually come here.'
How surprised I was while searching the annex for a while. Ryan whispered that there was someone behind me.
As expected, the sharp instinct of the beast did not miss, and the bearded man appeared out of nowhere and attacked Ryan.
The reason I didn't wind the clock back right then was that it was clearly Nike to anyone who saw it!
Ryan shook his head.
No, he doesn't. Ryan seems duller than I thought. He has an aura that can't be hidden by that kind of sloppy makeup.
“Still, if I hadn’t met the Third Prince, we would have been completely at odds. Oh, thank goodness.”
That's right.
I searched the entire mansion but couldn't find anything suspicious, so I thought the auction house information was fake. What is this?
But I heard from Nike that Elliot brings in his stuff as late as possible so as not to get his tail stepped on.
‘I didn’t know much about Elliot back then. But his standing was smaller than I thought!’
After a little more time, Elliot doesn't care whether his tail gets stepped on or not.
The scale of his illegal business continues to grow, and many of the capital's most prominent nobles become involved.
The Elliot I remember had a lot of freedom of movement, even bribing judges and investigators.
'Not to that extent yet.'
The demons in our house are not as big as I thought.
What a blessing.
“Hey!”
Just then, Ryan waved as if he were greeting a neighborhood friend. Nike was coming.
Nike somehow stared intently into Ryan's eyes, then ripped off the wig and fake face in one go, and shook his head.
'Oh my!'
A handsome face was revealed...
“Why are you taking your clothes off?”
"Just."
“I hope you don’t think it’s because you don’t want to say something with an ugly face because you think Vania is seeing it with my eyes...?”
Nike closed his eyes tightly. He seemed angry. It seems Ryan only said things he wanted to hit.
"That's not it. I tore it off because there's no need to disguise myself anymore."
"Yes, I understand. But why, Your Highness, are you doing such a tedious job? And how did you find out about the auction house?"
Ryan asked, "What's going on?" Nike answered with a sigh.
“...First question, this is actually my job. And second question, trade secrets.”
"That's ridiculous. Are you saying you've been cleaning up Wassenberg's shit since you were seventeen?"
Ryan was surprised. And so was I.
'Nike, you idiot. You lied to me after all.'
Before my return, I knew that Nike was a secret society that was trying to stop my brothers from doing evil.
I found out by chance after I started dating him.
When asked how long he had been doing this, Nike, who was then 'twenty-two years old', replied 'not long ago'.
Perhaps he was worried that I would be more shocked if he told me all the details of my brother's misdeeds, so he greatly minimized Elliot's crimes.
You said it was nothing...
'Yeah, but it wasn't like that, was it?'
Nike is now seventeen. He's been cleaning up after them since he was much younger.
I'm really sorry.
“From now on, please explain the structure of the mansion to me in as much detail as possible.”
Nike picked up a branch and handed it to Ryan, then swept the dirt floor with hid foot as if to explain.
“Then you’ll have a rough idea of where to store your stuff.”
“So, you’re saying we should go undercover and quickly check any suspicious areas before the auction starts and deal with them in advance?”
“Right. But, just me.”
Nike added, looking at Ryan.
“You just need to explain the layout of the mansion and then go back.”
As expected! That's what I expected.
I knew this would happen, so I told Ryan in advance.
“Did you see that Third Prince got angry when you told him you brought me here? If you drag me into something dangerous one more time, he’ll completely crush you.”
[Ahem! Hmm! Hmm!]
“Just leave it to the Third Prince?”
[No! I need his help! That person doesn't yet understand my versatility!]
“Are you going to do it alone?”
"Yes."
"Hmm. Yes, then. Honestly, I'm grateful. You said you'd clean up after my house. I trust you'll do a good job."
Ryan acted with aplomb. Nike was relieved when he readily agreed.
Soon Ryan began to explain the layout of the mansion...
“Oh, so if there are slaves for sale, they are kept in a place like this?”
“Yeah. This is the number of guards...”
...Ryan, pretending to be curious, carefully extracted every bit of Nike's know-how on cleaning up poop and stored it in his mind.
We broke up...
***
...Of course, we met again.
'Tsk tsk! Even the time overlapped!'
3 a.m., outside the backyard fence of the auction house.
Two men wearing pitch-black assassin's uniforms and masks met at the entrance to a secret passage.
"Your Highness!"
Ryan greeted him politely.
Nike closed his eyes tightly, his fists shaking.
“Why, why are you saying...”
“You really don’t listen, do you?”
“...”
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