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Chapter 149 Mirad Strategy Seminar (Part 2)

A cool evening breeze blew as the newly installed magic streetlights gradually lit up the street.

"How's it going on with Visegrain?"

Mirad rubbed his aching temples and asked Obora beside him.

"The talks went well. They were willing to withstand the pressure from anti-monster nations and re-establish diplomatic relations with the newly formed Cretia. They also agreed to trade... and there were other terms as well. I've reviewed them all; for them, it's practically a losing proposition."

Obora and he walked side by side on their way home, the setting sun casting long shadows of the two of them.

They met at an intersection, and Mirad casually rubbed Baphomet's smooth, curved cheeks, making the latter blush slightly.

Fortunately, it shouldn't be too conspicuous under the magnificent sunset, Eborah thought.

"What about you?"

Obora looked at Milad.

"Even with the help of monsters and night demons, the work in the city is enough for you to handle, isn't it?"

"…Um."

Milad softened the way he stroked the ram's horns.

He had just finished a long day and, depending on the situation, would be working again that evening.

While accompanying his colleagues in the guard, he arrested a gang that wanted to package several stone sculptures in the sculpture museum as ancient artifacts and resell them to other countries. He also took the opportunity to crack down on the black market that was undercutting prices too much and destroyed several illegal currency exchange points.

Monsters and night demons accept barter, and they also accept exchanging their hard currency, which is stored magic power, for Cretia's currency.

The official exchange rate has gradually stabilized, but some unscrupulous speculators are still trying to take advantage of the situation. These illegal exchange points spread conflicting information, and some can't even provide exchanges at all—they're just empty shells trying to scam people out of a large sum of money and then run away with the funds.

Miradria assured that there would be no shortage of food and supplies, but there were still some people with ulterior motives who wanted to exploit the public's distrust of monsters and night demons to create panic and profit from it.

Rumors and gossip come in all shapes and sizes.

It was said that the king was going to issue a decree to abolish the old currency, and everyone's money would become useless... Although Mirad himself didn't understand why precious metal currencies like gold and silver coins, which were also circulating in other countries, would become worthless, he still couldn't resist making a move when he saw someone trying to exchange a small jar of magic for a family's entire savings... He beat the monsters to the extremely swift patrol team that they had spontaneously organized.

There were also rumors that the monsters had ulterior motives, that they would soon run away, and that the supplies and food they provided were poisonous and would kill people... Fortunately, most of these ridiculous rumors were shattered in their infancy by official information and the monsters' real aid efforts.

What's even more troublesome are those who can't hold their temper and want to stir up trouble.

This afternoon, in the east of the city, a gladiator, incited by some, provoked a monster in the street, attempting to escalate the conflict by causing bloodshed... Oh, he lost to that one; the opponent was a single lizardman.

Mirad later learned that these monsters seemed to consider any man who defeated them as a husband. She heard that the lizard who won the street fight was particularly fond of the gladiator, constantly talking about training him to be a stronger opponent, and dragging him to the training grounds.

He and his guards, who had rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, stared at each other in bewilderment.

“That person should be alright,” Obora suddenly said.

"Who?"

"The one who was captured by the lizardmen. They are all excellent warriors, they know their limits, and they will definitely do what they say... just like you."

"...Oh, it has something to do with me too?"

Mirad asked with a smile.

Because you did not abandon my atonement, you went to your death alone to save Creteia.

Just as we agreed in the bathhouse that day, you survived and continue to witness my asceticism.

Obora blinked, not saying what she was about to say.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry. Who's going to cook dinner tonight?"

"Luo Ran. I like the way she shreds potatoes... She said she wanted to eat that when she left this morning."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

"Oh, you're back."

Hiolitta greeted them at the door with a cold expression, and standing beside her was Roger, who also maintained an icy demeanor.

Their demeanor was aloof, giving off a feeling of keeping people at arm's length.

"...?"

Mirad was puzzled. He turned his head and looked at Obora, and could only see the doubt in her eyes that asked, "Did you make them angry?"

…No. Mirad shook his head very slightly.

He's been very busy in the city lately and hasn't been home much, so it's unlikely that any conflict will occur.

...But if I had to say, it seems there are exceptions.

"I'm sorry, I've been very busy these past few days. I haven't had time to train with you, Luo Gen, and... I haven't had time to fool around with you, Xiolita."

He tentatively apologized.

"Oh ho ho, it's okay, we're actually..."

The frost on Hiolitta's face instantly melted like spring water, but with a light cough from Luo Gen, she put on a stern face again.

It doesn't seem to be because of lack of time. Then what is it?
Mirad was even more confused.

"Dude,"

Loren spoke, and Mirad had never seen her so expressionless. Her demeanor and tone were just like... when she first met Orpheus, disguised as a princess in distress, cold and aloof.

My clothes are disheveled, could you please straighten them for me?

Luo Geng's voice was completely flat.

Mirad looked closely at her neckline; it was indeed somewhat disheveled. But why didn't she fix it herself...?
Anyway, it's best to help her straighten her collar.

Without thinking much, he stepped forward, reached out his fingers, and straightened her crooked collar. His movements were serious and focused, and he didn't notice Luo Gen's ears turning red.

"Ahem... Lord Mirad."

Just as she finished on this side, Hiolitta spoke up, mimicking Orpheus's aloof tone, "Help me fix my hair."

...The imitation was very accurate. But the thought that she was Hiolitta made Mirad feel strange.

He sighed and stepped forward again, picking up a few unruly strands of silvery-white hair from Hiolitta's forehead with his fingers and tucking them behind Hiolitta's ears.

As Mirad's fingertips brushed against her cheek, Hiolitta tensed up, almost losing the icy composure she maintained.

Having done all this, Mirad took a step back, as if he understood why they had done it.

"Are you all envious that I gave Orpheus that little statue as a gift? Actually, I didn't choose it myself..."

"I knew that little statue of Lord Mirad looked so familiar! It's the little ornament I bought at the market to put on my bedside table! Lord Mirad, when did you take it and give it to that cold-blooded Medusa! Ugh... using your fiancée's gift to please your first love... Lord Mirad, how promiscuous..."

Before he could even finish speaking, Hiolitta immediately revealed her true colors, her eyes widening in disbelief. She jumped around, playfully punching Mirard's shoulder with her loosely clenched fist…

The pressure was light and gentle, more like a massage than an attack. Under her pounding, Mirad actually felt that her shoulders, which had been tense for too long that day, could finally relax and rest for a while.

Luo Ran didn't speak, but crossed her arms and looked Mirad up and down in great shock, as if she had just gotten to know him all over again.

Damn, how did you transform from a dull, blockhead into a master of the art of manipulating women? You seem to have a natural talent for this kind of manipulation, no wonder you can hook up with so many girls and still not get involved with any of them.

"So, I actually bought quite a few new gifts today."

He held up the cloth bag in his hand, which had previously gone unnoticed.

"Could you please stop talking by the door? I can smell the shredded potatoes. Let's eat first."

Lorenzo and Siolitta glanced at each other and finally couldn't help but laugh.

"I want to choose first this time!"

"Xiao Xi, you should let the elders have a turn and let your sister-in-law choose first. Do you even know what filial piety means?!"

Obora, who had been silently laughing for a long time, turned her head and saw the six small statues on the dining table in the living room.

Little Mirad holds the sword forward... perhaps because it's the only artifact that Hiolitta found in the market, and its workmanship is the roughest. But it accurately captures a trace of Mirad's spirit.

Little Loran raised her magic spear and aimed it at Little Orpheus, who was looking at Milad. Little Kissfield leaned against Milad, making a peace sign. Even though she was shrunk, Rielmegel was still taller than the other statues. She drew her bow to the side. Not far from them, Little Hyolitta prayed with her hands clasped together.

...You guys are really like kids.

After thinking for a moment, she made a hand seal and summoned a small, yellowish version of herself, with the pose set to looking up.

She quietly walked over and placed her small statue behind the statue of Mirad.

So the number of statues on the table increased to seven.

(End of this chapter)