Chapter 4:

Chapter 4:

Theres a saying that goes, Luck accounts for 70%, effort for 30%.

The interpretation could vary, but Ascal completely disagreed with this sentiment.

Simply because, to him, it was all about luck, 100% of it.

Look, Manager Ascal is passing by.

I heard he was selected as the Manager of the Year by the evaluation department.

You know, just his walk has this certain aura...

Dang. I want to be his friend.

His ears tingled from all the whispers.

Doing his best to avoid the crowd, Ascal entered his office.

A new framed picture had been added. The portrait, seemingly painted by a skilled artist, excessively glamorized and facing forward, displayed Ascal. Below it read:

<Ascal Debrue - Manager of the Year>

He had hoped the hot spring discovered in the wasteland was just a temporary phenomenon, but there was no such miracle.

Rumors even had it that the springs contained traces of magic, enhancing ones health with just a single bath. As a result, it became a huge tourist attraction.

Thanks to this, the stature of the evaluation department was skyrocketing, and at its center was Ascal, basking in an unprecedented popularity hed never experienced before.

<Hello. Ive been watching you for a while. Lately, every time I see you, my heart races, and I cant help myself. Today, after work at 6 oclock...>

He was even receiving love letters. Quite a number of them, in fact.

Of course, Ascal was well aware that these werent letters of pure emotion; they were from people looking for a golden opportunity to climb the social ladder.

The letters, made of seemingly good quality, burned smoothly when tossed into the heater, making for good kindling.

Ah, Manager Ascal. Youre here.

Its my office. Isnt it natural for me to be here?

Haha. I thought you might be out on business, given how busy you always are.

Despite the sarcastic remark, Kane laughed it off heartily.

Lately, Kane, the head of department 1, frequented Ascals office. It seemed Ascal had genuinely won over Kane favor.

Had it been any other department head, they wouldve eagerly cozied up to Kane, the real power player, but Ascal wanted to cut those ties with a dagger.

What brings you here?

Didnt you hear? Theres a dinner party tonight.

Dinner party.

At that word, the memories from a past life surged in Ascals head.

That horrid culture where, after pouring alcohol into ones belly until heavily intoxicated, they would vow everlasting allegiance, only to regurgitate it all beneath a lamppost a few hours later.

This world was not much different.

Do I really have to attend?

Of course. Arent you the man of the hour?

What exactly did I do?

Kane responded incredulously.

You played a pivotal role in the revolutionary improvement of a magical stone that wouldve gone unrecognized and buried. Plus, you personally surveyed and developed the hot springs in the wasteland, making a significant contribution to the empires treasury.

Was this some kind of tribute to a great person? Ascal wanted to cover his ears.

And youre only ever ten minutes late.

Are there any officials who are never late?

Not that I know of.

I really need to get out of this godforsaken place.

Ascal made a mental note once again. However, he had an uncanny feeling hed made this resolve before.

Must be imagining things.

<This is the latest suit weve released. Itll suit you, Ascal.>

<This is a bouquet picked from specially selected beautiful flowers.>

It began with food, clothes, and flowers, but then extended to valuable knick-knacks, and even needless ornaments.

From farmers, and successful clothing store owners, to florists. A bewildered Ascal asked Kane, who happened to drop by the office,

What are all these?

Nothing significant, just bribes. Seems like its about time you started receiving some. Youre being recognized as an important figure now.

Arent officials not supposed to accept bribes?

Kanes eyes widened at Ascals words.

What kind of nonsense is that?

...Nevermind.

It appeared that common sense in this pseudo-medieval fantasy land differed slightly from the modern era.

Since the bribes werent particularly useful, Ascal passed them straight to the orphanage where Eileen resided, under the pseudonym Tall Uncle.

This would prove to be a good insurance later on.

By the way, now that youre a 6th-grade official, you should have an assistant. Got anyone in mind?

Not really.

In that case, Ill filter out some competent people and give you a list. Hows that sound?

Id appreciate that.

Later that afternoon, Kane returned with a mountain of documents.

Are there this many candidates?

Well, youve become quite famous lately. So, theres an overwhelming number of applicants. Ive narrowed it down to the cream of the crop.

Ascal reviewed the resumes of the applicants.

The first was a knight who had served in the Rosemary Order. The knight was committed to providing 24-hour close protection, but his disposition seemed questionable. Pass.

The second was a mage who had researched dark magic at the magic tower and was subsequently recruited by the empire after causing an uproar.

He expressed a desire to study my brain. Is he out of his mind? Pass.

Having sifted through numerous resumes, including those from renowned accountants and even offspring of nobility, Ascal felt a headache coming on.

Just pick anyone.

Honestly, it didnt matter to him.

He wasnt planning to work much anyway.

Understood. Ill take responsibility and select the perfect candidate for you.

Kane seemed to take this task very seriously, clenching his fist with a sense of strong responsibility.

He really didnt need to go to such lengths.

A few days later, Kane, who claimed he would select a truly talented candidate, just as he said, truly ended up choosing a talented* person.

Let me introduce you. This is Miss Lia.

Ascal slowly lifted his head. Flowing platinum blonde hair and eyes that looked like they were embedded with aquamarine were in front of him.

For a moment, Ascal felt as though he had been struck by lightning.

Pleased to meet you. Im Lia.

She may have concealed her identity, but Ascal knew.

She was the future empress and the empires third princess, Yulia.

Why on earth are you here...?

[TN: Talented: The term Talented originally is a very nice wordplay by the author. In typical Korean usage, refers to talent or a talented person. The twist lies in the accompanying Hanja characters .

this () Denotes person and () Signifies disaster or calamity.

So when combined, the Hanja interpretation of alludes to a human disaster or a disaster of a person.

I just loved what the author did here .]