Chapter 39
âYoung Lady, itâs an invitation from the Grand Dukeâs residence.â
Munch, munch.
While I was leisurely stuffing sweets into my mouth, I blinked in confusion at the invitation thrust right in front of my nose.
âAn invitation?â
ăIf itâs from the Grand Dukeâs estate, it must be that annoying black-haired brat.ă
Where did he suddenly appear from?
Clutching Sophieâs shoulder, Kim Sword made a surprise entrance, chewing with cookies in one hand and a muffin in the other.
ăI figured the master mustâve forgotten me since he hadnât sent an invitation for so long.ă
ââŠâŠâ
ăBy the way, the chefâs cooking skills are getting better by the day.ă
I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. How could a mere soul eat so well?
He mustâve starved to death in his past life, for sure.
A sigh slipped from me as I stared at the crumbs on the floor.
He doesnât even need to eat.
Unlike humans who need food for nutrition, a demonic sword could absorb energy without such unnecessary processes.
Specifically, through its contractor. According to him, it was enough to feed on the leftover mana my body couldnât fully absorb…
I wonder what it tastes like.
Strawberry? Or maybe orange?
I kind of want to taste this so-called mana lump myself.
Fortunately, Sophieâs eyes were focused on me. If sheâd turned around even slightly, she mightâve screamed at the sight of cookies floating in midair.
Maybe she was suspicious of the faster-than-usual rate the snacks were disappearing. Lightly grasping my wrist, Sophie whispered quietly.
âOvereating isnât good for your health.â
Feeling deeply wronged, I looked at her with sincere eyes.
âI havenât eaten that muchâŠâ
Despite my pitiful expression, her face remained firm and unwavering.
âIf the Ladyâs health declines, Iâm the one whoâll be scolded.â
ââŠâŠâ
âAs youâve started proper swordsmanship training, Iâve been ordered to reduce your snack intake and increase vegetables and meat.â
With her saying all that, I had nothing more to argue. Reluctantly, I put down the chocolate cookie and licked my lips with a sigh. This was all Kim Swordâs fault.
Greedy soul, canât even digest food!
âFine.â
âIf youâve finished eating, Iâll bring a letter opener.â
âNo need.â
Too much work, Iâll just open it by hand.
Without much thought, I tore the envelope with my fingernail. But my hand slipped, and the envelope ripped diagonally.
At that, Sophieâs shoulder gave a small flinch.
Whatâs with her?
Her odd reaction made me briefly curiousâbut only briefly.
I unfolded the neatly folded letter.
Inside, the handwriting was messy and crooked.
âSaturday the 14th, 1 p.m., Rose Garden.â
Saturday the 14thâexactly a week from today.
It would take about three days to get from here to the Grand Dukeâs estateâŠ
Thatâs a pretty tight schedule.
âWhat does it say?â
Usually, she never showed any interest in my correspondence. But today, she was curiously tilting her head and stealing glances.
âIt just says the time and place.â
ââŠIs that so.â
She murmured quietly, sounding disappointed.
âOh wait, thereâs something else written!â
Squinting at a corner of the letter, I spotted something and exclaimed brightly.
Right, even if itâs him, he wouldnât just write the bare minimum. Thereâs got to be something else, right?
But as soon as I read it, my face went stiff.
Because what it said was:
âAnd my friend is coming this time, so donât do anything weird like last time. If you flip your skirt again, Iâm going to pretend I donât know you.â
A ridiculous warning scrawled messily like a worm.
Did he write this with his toes?
What a fool I was for expecting anything better.
ââŠSophie, can you bring me some letter paper? I need to write a reply.â
Since Iâd received an invitation, I had to send a reply. Holding back my frustration, I asked Sophie for new paper.
It wasnât until late afternoon that I finished the letter.
After sitting for hours at my desk, my shoulders were stiff, and I leaned over the table with a sigh.
âMaybe because my hands are smaller now, my writing speedâs slower too.â
Opening and closing my palms, I repeated the motion and pouted.
âIf only my hands were a bit bigger, Iâd be faster.â
ăNow thatâs a master-like thought.ă
ââŠâŠâ
ăBy that logic, people with big feet must walk faster, huh.ă
I knew how ridiculous I sounded.
âDo you really have to win every argument?â
Letting out a deep sigh, I blinked slowly.
Come to think of it, Iâd planned to go to Belphegor to mine some gems after finishing this letter.
But the person who was supposed to deliver my letter was nowhere to be seen.
âWhere did Sophie go?â
ăIf youâd like, I can read the flow of mana.ă
Kim Sword closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A violet aura gathered around him.
It wrapped around him like a shadow and then, as he opened his eyes, seeped smoothly into his body.
ăLooks like sheâs in the garden.ă
âThe garden?â
ăProbably watering the flowers. If you leave the letter on your desk, sheâll pick it up. You could go now.ă
HmmâŠ
I was easily swayed, so I decided to take his advice.
The forest I hadnât visited in a while was just the same. Except for the heavy panting behind me.
ăYouâre too fast, MasterâŠă
Kim Sword, trailing close behind, whined as he slowed down.
âDonât lie. I know youâre just pretending because you donât want to go.â
The Belphegor Forest, located behind the Duchy of Benestra, was perfect for mining since it was surrounded by rocky hills.
But due to its winding, maze-like terrain, ordinary people rarely ventured here.
Even the most experienced employees who knew the geography sometimes lost their way.
And at night, monsters roamedâso if you got lostâŠ
Gulp.
Just imagining it was terrifying.
But it was afternoon now, with the sun high in the sky, so none of that concerned me.
Plus, I had my somewhat useless but still dependable demonic sword. He could protect me well enough.
Heave-ho.
ăNeed a hand?ă
Kim Sword reached down from the ridge, offering a hand.
âThanks.â
Grabbing it, I barely managed to pull myself up.
ăGood thing we brought warm clothes.ă
As we reached flat ground, he sidled up and clung to my arm, muttering.
He was shivering. Guess he was sensitive to cold.
A demonic sword⊠feeling cold?
I was a little surprised but let it go.
âI told you itâd be cold.â
It was still early March, and Serkalanaâbeing in the northeastâhad bigger temperature swings than other regions.
A light T-shirt was enough during the day, but at night, you needed a thick coat.
Thatâs why Iâd come preparedâwith a lamp and warm clothes.
After walking for a while hunched over, the entrance to the mine appeared.
ăAre you sure this is the place, Master?ă
Placing my pickaxe on a large rock, I tied up my hair with a rope I brought.
âYes. Iâm sure.â
As I tied my hair, a chilly breeze touched the back of my neck.
ăBut itâs so darkâŠă
Kim Sword stomped his feet, looking pale.
âYou donât know anything. This kind of place is prime.â
ăI donât think soâŠă
I ignored his complaints, crouched low, and carefully placed the lamp deeper into the cave to shield it from the wind.
I needed it to stay lit for a long mining session.
âAlright, letâs get started.â
Squatting on the ground, I ran my fingernails across the rock.
ScratchâŠ
Fine powder clung to my fingertips.
âGood.â
Soft enoughâperfect for mining.
Ready, I swung the pickaxe at the rock without hesitation.
Clang! The sound echoed through the cave.
ăToo aggressive, Master.ă
âSo what? Itâs not like anyoneâs listening.â
Kim Sword plugged his ears with a pale face.
ăStillâŠă
Suddenly, a new notification popped up before me.
{system: Youâve obtained a new mineral. Emerald Ore Lv. 3.}
Oh?
Iâd mined level 1 or 2 gems before, but never a level 3.
Even in Etfasha, level 2 was the highest.
âŠSo how much was a level 3 worth?
Muttering âCheck balance,â a screen popped up.
{Current balance: 21,700 cash. Cash converts at 100x real money.}
21,700?
Last time it was 20,500.
Which meant this gem was worth around 1,200 cash.
Thatâs⊠120,000 won.
120,000 won in less than a minute?!
What a sweet side hustle.
I froze in place, eyes wide.
Maybe Kim Sword thought something was wrong.
ăMaster?ă
He waved his hand in front of my face.
ăSomething wrong?ă
I shook my head.
âNo.â
Nothing was wrong. In fact, everything was going great.
A satisfied smile spread across my lips. Seeing it, he asked curiously,
ăIâve always wondered something.ă
âWhat?â
I was in too good a mood to be suspicious.
ăWhy do you work so hard mining gems?ă
âHuh?â
ăYou have parents whoâll buy you anything, and your house is full of gems. Your familyâs well-off, not lacking.ă
I paused my mining and stared at him.
âBecause the money I earn here, I can take back to my original world.â
ăThe gems?ă
âNot the gems themselves. The money I get from selling them.â
ăI see.ă
He muttered with a bitter tone and nodded.
ăSometimes, you seem like youâre trying too hard.ă
âI do?â
He smiled softly.
ăYes.ă
âIf I donât try, Iâll be stuck forever.â
And then Iâd never beat the game.
Just like he said, my family in the real world might forget me.
At my sharp tone, he bit his lip.
ăDo you know the story of the Little Star?ă
Little star?
âOut of nowhere?â
ăYou might not know, since you’re from another world. But itâs famous here⊠Once upon a time, there was a small gray star who longed for the skyâŠă
He told the story of a star too small and dim, who burned itself to shineâbecoming a shooting star.
ăSo when a shooting star falls, people make wishes.ă
ââŠâŠâ
ăThey wish for the little star to be happy.ă
He stretched out his arms as if shaking off fatigue.
âSo, do you think Iâm chasing an illusion, like that little star?â
He turned to me with a faint smile.
ăNo.ă
âThen what?â
When I pressed for an answer, he chuckled.
ăI just want my master to be happy.ă
âI am pretty happy.â
He gently placed his large hand on my head.
ăâŠI know.ă
His touch was as delicate as handling fragile glass.
ăEven if you donât say it, I know.ă
His quiet words struck a chord deep in my heart.
ăYou donât need to hide it when things are hard.ă
ââŠâŠâ
ăEven the toughest gem will shatter.ă
He picked up the biggest gem from the floor and murmured softly.
ăWhat doesnât break under a hammer isnât hardness or sharpness, but gentleness that embraces all.ă
âGentlenessâŠâ
I repeated the word vaguely.
Iâd always chased after material things and validation like someone being chased.
I never imagined living with leisure.
Because I thought the moment I let go, Iâd fall behind.
Iâd already failed once because of Noah.
And this world didnât allow failure.
ăSo Master, itâs okay to fail.ă
As his warm embrace enveloped me, I suddenly saw a familiar and comforting face superimposed over his.
[So Jia, itâs okay to be weak.]
My motherâs voice, waiting for me somewhere.
ăOops, didnât mean to make you cry.ă
It rang softly in my ears like a distant echo.