Chapter 111: Are You Still a Hero Even After Doing That!

[9th Round] Are You Still a Hero Even After Doing That!

I remembered seeing the race ‘Chaos Elf’ before.

At the Hero Festival, fortunately I received universe energy and went down to the basement, where I met Father and Daughter K.

Their race was the same as the Elven thief in front of me.

▷ Type: Race

▷ Name: Chaos Elf

▷ Grade: Ancient

▶ Ancient 1: Can master all attributes.

▷ Ancient 2: Infinite vitality.

▷ Characteristic 1: Chaos effect increases.

▷ Characteristic 2: Destructive effect increases.

▷ Characteristic 3: Oblivion effect increases.

▷ Race 1: Excellent vitality.

▷ Race 2: Implies adjusted potential.

Their race characteristics were superior to the ordinary elves and royal bloods.

The biggest difference was that they could master all attributes.

I checked how much money I had.

*Clunk!*

The sound of gold coins was heavy as I shook the money bag.

It was thanks to the good profit I earned from buying two slaves, who were moving slowly like sick chickens, at a really low price and selling the violent elves.

*Ding dong!*

*Ding dong!*

*Ding dong!*

The bidding competition was really fierce.

The guests didn’t know the value of that Elf thief at all. But they decided it was worth it to empty their wallet with just the fact that she was a ‘rare Elf’ with an attractive human-like body as a reason.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t understand.

Just like sometimes a really beautiful woman is born among humans and shakes the whole country, a full-bosomed Elf is occasionally born like a mutant!

She was worthy to be drooled over by the nobles who had a strong desire to collect interesting and unique things.

I sat back on my seat.

And I rang the golden bell on the table.

*Ding dong!*

“Sir Hero. Didn’t you say we’re going? Lanuvel heard it clearly with these ears.”

“Lanuvel. You’re being heartless to the poor Elf slave, it’s unlike you.”

“She’s a bad thief.”

So it would be okay if she was sold off as a slave because she was a bad thief?

I stared at Lanuvel’s eyes with my eyes barely open.

Because I didn’t know such words would come out of Lanuvel’s mouth.

Lanuvel asked us to help the elves, when the Elf Princess Sylvia’s gang attacked the black market and slaughtered the humans.

Was an Elf who killed humans righteous?

It was logically contradictory.

“W, why?”

“I thought you would persist with your story that all elves are nice.”

The Lanuvel I knew would have defended the Elf while saying “there must have been some story behind her becoming a thief!”

Or else, she would’ve said something shameless like ‘hero’s companion-like’ logic that they could steal them all they wanted because the black market’s things were illegal anyways.

She was like that too in the forest.

Sylvia and her followers attacked me first.

That time, what was my response like?

I kindly introduced mysElf to the fierce elves, who were pointing their arrows at me, and tried hard to solve it in a friendly way..

What else.

I was even being generous by not killing the elves who attacked me. But Lanuvel was still full of dissatisfaction.

On the contrary, did that Elf thief harm me?

I didn’t know why she discriminated against her.

By any chance…!

“Sir Hero! Lanuvel isn’t an idiot! I know that the Elf did something bad! Stealing is considered as a serious crime in any country except the Eastern Continent’s Mercenary Kingdom and Western Continent’s Dark Empire. The thieves caught would have their wrists cut or marked as slaves depending on the severity of their crime.”

“… should I do something like that?”

For now, buying that ‘Chaos Elf’ was the immediate priority.

*Ding dong!*

The overheated auction didn’t seem like it was going to end easily.

This was why the people called nobles were a problem.

They would rush in no matter what if they discovered a rare limited-time collectible.

The reason people could paint poor artists’ graves gold as the artworks got acknowledged after the artists died from starving was also similar.

What the nobles, who were desperately bidding, thought was obvious.

The driving force that made them open their wallets wasn’t a vulgar desire to rub that Elf’s rare boobs.

It was to have something to boast about at parties.

Just like how people unsparingly pay for expensive academy fees to boast “my child got into this college,” at meetings of parents or relatives.

Ah! It was a secret to my mom that I said this.

Her tennis racket wouldn’t forgive me for saying that.

▶ Suggestion: I understand the reason you feel interested in that Chaos Elf, but hasn’t the winning bid gone up too high? This way you might have barely enough traveling funds. How about using that cheating skill and solve this in 9 seconds?

Miss Trainee Teacher’s opinion also made sense.

It seemed as if the 5 years Miss Trainee Teacher spent together with Hero Sieg didn’t only bring her mental exhaustion and stress.

Different from the uptight Moral Teacher who valued rules of strange standards, she could be quite flexible.

▶ Depressed : Though I still failed…

Miss Trainee Teacher! Cheer up!

Come find me later when you’re really having a hard time?

I’ll be your companion to listen to your lame whining, which could make me stressed even just by listening quietly, all night long while buying you drinks and snacks.

This S-grade secret friend will help you!

▶ Thankful: Thank you even if it’s just soulless empty words.

Miss Trainee Teacher’s sense has improved!

I said that because I knew for sure she couldn’t come find me because of the closed rules of the secretive faculty members.

Meaning I could also promise to buy her the Universe, as it was just words.

By the way…

*Ding Dong!*

*Ding Dong-!*

I still couldn’t win the bid for this Elf thief.

Of course, I would be able to buy her in the end.

Since unlike me, who could waste my money because I earned it easily, the nobles had a limit to the amount they could spend for entertainment fees.

“Oh dear!”

“Too bad.…”

“Aw.”

The nobles gave up one by one like I expected.

But it was great.

That Elf thief was worth more than three times of the money I spent to win the bid for Sylvia in the 1st playthrough.

It was an amount of money that could be used to buy the centrally placed and most precious land in the Dumpling Kingdom’s capital.

A plastic surgery doctor would’ve been rich in a short time if they came to Fantasia.

*Ding Dong!*

“Sir with the golden mask, you’re sweeping all the rare and precious flowers! Is there somebody else to challenge him? If there’s none, I’ll count. Three! Two! One…! Congratulations! Sir with the golden mask! This beautiful cat thief is now in your possession! Her teeth are sharp so be careful not to get bitten at night!”

“Congratulations.”

“You’re a big spender.”

“You beat me.”

*Claps claps claps!*

I paid the amount I bid for the Elf thief while getting congratulated by the other guests.

My money bag which was bulging like a salmon full of eggs shrank to the size of a young anchovy.

The Elf thief was dragged away as she was resisting.

The auction house staff made a suggestion.

“Sir with the golden mask. I’ll escort you to the residential area of the city for free. You might go there safely by the teleportation magic circle, but there could be unexpected situations. Although of course it wouldn’t be a problem for such a powerful person like you, Sir.”

“I appreciate it but no thanks and just show me to a good carriage.”

This Elf thief also stood out too much, just like Lanuvel’s gaudy butts, which were wiggling as if she was seducing the vigorous men.

The auction house staff nodded with an expression that looked as if he read my mind.

“Alright. I’ll get a carriage waiting at the entrance. Then, sir, follow me and stand here please. I’ll lead you to the capital’s main street.”

*

I entered the Black market through a hidden entrance in the forest at the west side of Dumpling Kingdom capital, but the junks and I used the teleportation magic circle like the other guests did when we got out.

The spirits, who were persistently following me, also didn’t follow me to the city. But if I looked closely that wasn’t exactly the case.

Because the spirits reduced their body size to the size of a human finger, and they were stuck on my skin like leeches while squirming around.

Uh? Wait! No matter how much you liked me, not there!

I was a very sensitive man.

“Please use it again next time, Sir with the golden mask.”

“Aah, sure.”

I got out of the house where the teleportation magic circle was hidden while being treated with the utmost devotion by the black market’s executive.

At the entrance, the carriage that I had requested was waiting.

“Sir, where should I take you?”

“The back door of the palace.”

We didn’t attract attention since we were in a carriage that was blocked so that the inside of the carriage couldn’t be seen from the outside.

Thanks to that, we could go back to the palace without any disturbance.

The royal guards who protected the palace were flustered at the increased number of people and tried to make an inquiry into the junks’ identity but the grave robber, who was all smiley at the fact that she got new companions, volunteered to solve the problem.

“Lanuvel guarantees!”

The junks and I gathered in a luxurious room.

A bedroom that was only given to VIPs who were comparable to other kingdom’s royals. It was my favorite place in the 3rd playthrough, where I made the queen, who was a devil follower, submissive to me.

The best advantage was that it was soundproof.

No matter how loud the moans and screams were, it wouldn’t leak out.

And it was really spacious inside.

Me, Lanuvel, the laborer, the Elf archer, and the Elf thief.

There was still a lot of space even though five of us had entered the room. But not all of us had to be here.

I instructed Lanuvel.

“Lanuvel. You take the laborer and feed him.”

“Pardon me? Sir Hero, weren’t you going to plan an adventure of overwhelming dreams and hopes from now on?”

“Right, let me hit you overwhelmingly.”

“I’ll be right back! Sir Hero!”

Lanuvel and the laborer walked out quickly.

Three of us were left.

An S-grade Hero and two unattractive drugged elves.

The two elves, whose hands and legs were still not free, were looking at me nervously.

They didn’t think of running away.

Since it was impossible to escape with your hands and legs tied from a palace full of level 200+ royal knights and level 50+ royal guards guarding it.

But their expressions were the opposite of each other.

The Elf archer who was trained in the black market and submitted to the auction house had a look of surrender to accept the reality in front her eyes, but the Elf thief, who wasn’t even marked as slave, was glaring at me aggressively.

It was just ridiculous to me.

“Hippolia, heal them.”

“Yes, Master.”

The Saintess with 3 pairs of wings made the two elves recover from various conditions they caught as soon as she got summoned.

*Woong-!*

Holy light embraced the two elves warmly.

The Elf thief couldn’t free hers Elf from the restraint even after the anesthesia wore off because her level was low, but it wasn’t the case for the Elf archer who was level 851.

*dududuk*

She broke the handcuffs with the power she used to pull a bowstring.

But the Elf archer didn’t do anything about the things on her ankles. She also didn’t show any sign of trying to run away.

“You’re not running away?”

“Because I know the moment I show any sign of trying to run away I’ll get killed unilaterally by you. Also, I’m not a shameless Elf who goes without repaying you for releasing the devil curse from me.”

Not all elves in the world were violent like Sylvia.

I shifted my gaze.

“What’s your relationship with Boss K?”

“Boss K…?”

The untied Elf thief asked me while frowning.

“Ah! That wasn’t enough explanation. What’s your relationship with the 3rd generation Elf King Elfheim, who loves boobs?”

“That unfortunate king is my ancestor.”

“Look, miss thief. I can tell you’re a royal blood just by looking at those ears that are longer than average. What I want to know is your race, you’re a Chaos Elf, right?”

“H, how did you…?”

“Because I’m a Hero.”

I didn’t explain further.

“Hero? Then did you pull a trick?”

“What do you mean by a trick?”

I was summoned today. I was summoned 25 years ago, but it hasn’t even been a day in the 9th playthrough.

No matter how I was an S-grade Hero, there was no time for me to pull a trick.

▶ Denial: There was also a time where you killed the Demon Lord on your first day.

Miss Trainee Teacher. You shouldn’t say that to the mighty and benevolent Sir Hero who brought peace to the world as soon as he was summoned!

“Aren’t you the reason the stupid princess, who got fooled by the information I gave her, didn’t raid the auction house?”

“You used Sylvia’s raid as a distraction to steal something, didn’t you?”

“I asked first.”

“I’m the master.”

“I’m not a slave! I’m Elfheim’s real successor, I don’t have traitor’s dirty and incompetent blood!”

“That’s what you think.”

The conversation wasn’t progressing.

But it was okay.

Anybody would be obedient if they get all their clothes taken off until they’re naked and left hanging. I didn’t use barbaric methods like some sort of old geezer from ancient times.

This wasn’t a simple threat.

“Let’s have a conversation slowly tomorrow.”

“Release me! Or you’ll regret it!”

The Elf thief stepped back as if refusing my hands, but it was hard for her to even move a step with her legs which were tied together.

*Jjiik-!*

I took off her black clothes quickly.

And pale skin came to sight.

“This…”

*Tuk, tuk.*

A protective equipment that looked like a bra dropped along with her clothes.

“Barbarian! Are you still a hero after doing this! Heukheuk!”

The Elf thief covered her chest pathetically with her tied hands and criticized me while having tears in her eyes.

But I also had something to say.

“That’s what I’m going to say! Are you still a royal who are known to be prideful! I can’t believe you use bra pads!”

The S-grade Hero was scammed.