CH 37.1

The mayor of the city of Domihawk, Ballon, was living a normal life.

After having a late dinner and enjoying tea time alone on the terrace, he was reading until dawn before going to bed.

It was then that an unexpected guest came to the mansion.

“No… Sir Begos, what are you doing here at dawn?”

Seeing the man who had entered the central hall of the mansion being guided by the knights standing on the guard, Ballon blinked.

Begos, a high-ranking official of the territory.

Ballon was acquainted with him.

Because it was the mayor Ballon who tacitly allowed Valkilov’s secret auction to be held in this city, and Begos was the VIP of that auction.

Today was the day of the auction.

Aside from visiting at dawn like this, Begos’ expression looked somewhat urgent, so Ballon looked at him suspiciously.

Begos took a deep breath and said.

“I’m sorry that I came to you at such a late hour, but… something happened at the auction.”

“At the auction, what…”

“Some madman massacred the people of the auction house. All the managers died, and so did that Jack. The Valkilov is over.”

“···Yes? Jack? Over? You mean the Valkilov’s chief is dead?”

Ballon asked in surprise.

The demon Jack of the Domihawk, the biggest tycoon in the shadow of the Third Lord’s Territory, was killed out of nowhere.

He was resourceful, but also had skills strong enough to back up his reputation.

“Who the hell did you say they were murdered by?”

“That, I don’t know. It’s not even many people, but only one.”

“There’s only one person… shouldn’t they be someone well known in the territory?”

“Then I should have known about them. Anyway, that’s why I came to have a discussion with you in a hurry… Let’s go inside.”

It was then…

“Mayor.”

One knight who rushed in said in a trembling voice.

Ballon looked at him curiously.

“What’s going on again?”

“Well, that’s… the Seventh Lord has come.”

For a moment, Ballon blinked for a few seconds, wondering what kind of bullshit this was, and then asked.

“Who’s here?”

“The Seventh Lord has come to visit you.”

Now the knight’s words didn’t sound any different to Ballon’s, telling him that everyone in the auction house was dead.

So… the Seventh Lord?

…Why?

Why did the Seventh Lord suddenly come to visit him?

Was it someone impersonating him? It couldn’t be. What kind of madman would come to the mayor of one of cities of Calderic under the guise of a Lord?

“···!”

It was a natural flow of thought, so the knights on guard suddenly came to the mansion and had no choice but to bring the man who called himself the Seventh Lord and the people of various races behind him.

Ballon’s eyes widened at the sight of strangers slowly entering one by one.

The gaze of the man standing in front of them turned to him.

“Is this the house of the mayor of Domihawk?”

“···Yes! I am Ballon, Mayor of Domihawk.”

Ballon immediately bowed his back at a right angle, feeling a sense of incomprehensible pressure.

No matter how far they were from the Seventh Lord’s territory, they in the Third Lord’s territory knew at least the least information about the Seventh Lord. That he was a human male.

So, the man in front of Ballon right now could really be the Seventh Lord.

Meanwhile, Begos was astonished to see the man, the Seventh Lord, and Asher standing next to him.

W-what…

At the auction house, the two were wearing a mask, but he could still recognize them.

An unidentified man and woman who annihilated Valkilov’s fighters and turned the auction house into a slaughterhouse.

The Seventh Lord turned his head and looked at Begos.

Begos lost his mind for a moment, then hurriedly bowed his back.

“···It is an honor to see the Seventh Lord! I am Begos, an officer in this territory!”

Now he understood the situation.

It was truly weird at first. Because just where could such a formidable talent come from?

He thought it had something to do with some other big organization, but it turned out that it was a Lord himself.

Jack, you crazy bastard, what the hell have you done?

It was obviously Valkilov’s side who tried to attack the Seventh Lord first at the auction house, saying that the invitation was stolen.

Begos couldn’t understand what the hell was going on and how it had been twisted into such a non-funny situation.

The Seventh Lord’s mouth opened again.

“Mayor, I have come to request you something.”

···Request?

Ballon answered, still bowing his head and rolling his eyes dizzily.

“Yes, please tell me!”

“Did you know that Valkilov’s secret auction is being held in this city?”

For a moment, Ballon and Begos had their hearts pounding.

“That, that’s….”

“Of course you knew. I’m not trying to blame you for that. I’m talking about the people behind me now. They were sold as slaves to the auction house, but they didn’t deserve it such treatment.”

Begos, who knew the context of the situation, swallowed his saliva.

Ballon also remembered the story he had heard from Begos and the other’s reaction and quickly inferred the situation.

…Was the Seventh Lord the one who carried out the massacre at the auction house?

The Seventh Lord glanced back and spoke.

“So, I want you to take responsibility for their personal affairs. I want you to give money to those who have a place to go back, and I want those who have nowhere to go to find a suitable job.”

It wasn’t a very difficult request, but Ballon was puzzled.

It was because it felt bizarre that a Lord was taking care of the affairs of slaves.

Was this the original inclination of the Seventh Lord, or did it mean something else?

He couldn’t guess, but he didn’t dare question it.

“Leave it to me. I will thoroughly guarantee their safety.”

“Yeah, that’s the end of the business. Then I’ll leave.”

Then the Seventh Lord immediately turned away, leaving the slaves behind.

An escort knight and a vampire followed him.