I Reincarnated as a Mob Villain in a Game World I Had Been Playing~ Using My Knowledge of the Game, I Lived a Carefree Life but for Some Reason I Became Famous Everywhere~ - Chapter 24 - A Certain Red-Haired Sister ③

Chapter 24 – A Certain Red-Haired Sister ③

“Really, time went by so fast.”

“…I would have liked to have stayed longer.”

“Fufu, me too.”

Jet-black was politely seeing the girls off from outside the carriage.

One of the sisters waved back at him and started this conversation,

“Even though he’s such a distinguished person, how could he be so generous…?”

“You have to be that kind of person to belong to Vertal, don’t you? Maybe.”

The Duke and his family are sure of it. They’re sure that the man is a member of the secret organization under the direct control of the Imperial Capital.

As a result, the Duke’s exchange with the man was nerve-wracking.

“I mean, the reason why Sister wanted to stay longer was to see that man’s face, right?”

“Ah, you could tell?”

“I’ve never seen Sister gesture like that before. Sister is too relaxed.”

“Well, he’s the person who saved Karen. Of course I’d be curious.”

There’s no doubt that the person who sat on the Jet-black was in any position to tell someone they’re being too ‘relaxed,’ but Lyfia’s compassion decided not to go into that.

“I hope to see his face one day…”

“…I’ll draw it when I get home. I don’t have a choice.”

“Karen’s paintings are unique, so I’ll take them as a reference…”

“It’s still better than Sister’s!”

The two of them continued to argue while never ceasing to wave their hands and maintain eye contact with the man.

That’s when it happened.

All of a sudden…

The Jet-black put his hands on the helmet—and then took it off.

It was as if he could hear the conversation in the carriage, and said ‘Yes, yes, no fighting’ and dismissed the cause of the argument.

Lyfia noticed his eccentricity at the same time.

“H-H-Hey, Sister! He’s taking his helmet off!!”

“……”

“…S-Sister?”

The two sisters were supposed to be at the same level of excitement, but that wasn’t the case.

Karen looked next to her unresponsive seatmate.

What Karen saw was… Her older sister, staring wide-eyed, her mouth slightly open, frozen like a statue.

The man had a sword scar around his gentle eyes, and he looked young and mischievous—That was his true face.

Lyfia, who continuously burned the unexpected Jet-black’s figure into her eyes without missing a second, suddenly bursted into laughter.

“P-Pfft, fufufu… Seriously that person… Making fun of me until the very end…”

“M-Making fun? What does Sister mean?”

No wonder Karen couldn’t understand… Lyfia had never told anyone about it before.

“…You’re not going to believe this, but I had met that gentleman.”

“Ehh, where!?”

“When Karen came to pick me up at the clock tower. He wasn’t wearing that armor at the time, so I didn’t recognise it.”

“!!!”

Now it was Karen’s turn to be surprised.

“…I wonder if this is a coincidence.”

“O-Of course it’s just a coincidence, isn’t it? Almost no one goes to that place, and no one knows that Sister likes the view of the clock tower. Even the carriage we used then was a common one.”

“But I have a feeling that it’s not if it comes to that person…”

The man belongs to Vertal, a secret active organization for justice.

Its organizational capacity is immeasurable and it is said to be able to gather any information it wants.

“If he knew I would visit the clock tower and anticipated that Karen, whose legs had recovered, would come to pick me up…then he could’ve watched Karen from the top of the tower, couldn’t he? He must have secretly watched Karen’s actions after parting ways in the city.”

“D-Does that mean that person cares about me…?”

“I can only assume so. He is a very kind person, after all.”

The man was a person of few words and somewhat blunt, but Lyfia could tell.

She could tell that he still cared about Karen, even after using the Legendary Elixir.

Otherwise, Lyfia wouldn’t have said it.

The man used the precious elixir on his own initiative and should have been reprimanded by his superiors, but he said,

‘Actually, rather than worrying about me, I’d be happier if you fully enjoyed doing things you couldn’t do before or indulged in the things you’ve been holding back. I’ll take care of all the problems on my side.’

And he said something to Karen to help her get rid of her guilt,

‘I didn’t use that elixir to make you push yourself. You can take it easy in front of me. Really.’

Perhaps his way of speaking in such a condescending manner was due to this kind of reason.

—Perhaps even the fact that he was in the clock tower may have been a warning to the rest of the people who had kidnapped Karen.

After all, he said,

‘I’m rather stronger with my bare hands.’

There was no doubt that the man could fight even without armor and sword.

The more Lyfia thought about it, the more the possibilities came together.

After Karen returned to this city, what if the reason why they couldn’t confirm his whereabouts was because he was vigilant about Karen’s surroundings?

Yes, the man is the kind of person that even refrains from receiving their gratitude…

If everything Lyfia was thinking was indeed accurate… No, even if not everything was right, just how much effort did the man put out to keep the girls safe?

He was not appealing to anyone, not acting in a way to be noticed, he was doing it all alone, quietly by himself…

Nothing  was certain. But it warmed Lyfia’s heart. She thought the man looked cooler than anyone else.

“…Hey, Karen. I wish the day after tomorrow would come quickly. I have so much more I want to say.”

“Sister, you look like a maiden.”

“T-That’s not true… It’s just that that person thinks so much about Karen…”

The man was more concerned in Karen, the little sister, than in Lyfia herself. That’s what makes Lyfia’s heart flutter.

“…That’s why I want to get to know him better.”

“Hmm…”

Karen gave a curt reply, but she was feeling the same way.

Duke Diggoth would learn the feelings of the sisters just a few hours later.

To The Duke, the Jet-black presence was an unbeatable force, and a person whom his daughters care for more than anyone else.

In a sense, one could say it’s a pitiable situation. The Duke’s days ahead would be filled with stomach-churning anxieties.