The Engagement Was Broken Off and I Became a Munchkin

Chapter 25 Legion Net (3)

[What do you want?]

An angel who asks the main point right away.

When a beautiful woman with curly blonde hair asked her expressionlessly, she was playful.

“I want you.”

[…] I am. I can’t get out of here.]

“If you can get away with it, would you?”

[The value of Tyrael is being converted into goods.]

Just like when she scanned me earlier, blue light started to come out of her eyes, but the light was refracted and she was scanning her body.

It’s funny how he takes jokes seriously.

Of course, it would be nice if I could get Tyrael, but I don’t expect much because the value of the Archmage cannot be measured with money.

[It has an appropriate value to be given as a ‘reward’ to Eugene under the assumption that it is out of the Round Table.]

“Huh?”

What is it?

Her reply almost felt like her self-deprecation.

[But I can’t leave the round table.]

[Seek a compromise.]

Then I waited for about 5 seconds,

[How do you feel about the reward given to Eugene as long as you stay within the Round Table?]

“What exactly does that mean?”

[You can be my master only when you are active within the Round Table.]

The expression “Master” Evokes something sadistic.

Of course, looking at Tyrael’s expressionless face, she only used the right words for her.

It is common for a familiar to call the being who created it a master, and Tyrael was not an ordinary familiar, but he was a living creature created by the great wizard Michelo, so he probably didn’t feel much incongruity with the term master.

I decided to see if Tyrael’s proposal had any merit.

“What can I do if you become my master?”

[I have the right to vote in the Round Table. You can cast that one vote for the master.]

“Oh? Is it true that you have the right to decide in a meeting between the Masters?”

[Yes.]

The story that she can cast one vote when the masters make decisions.

In that case, it must be said that there is a great merit.

Of course, it doesn’t feel real right away.

I think you’ll realize it when you see other masters.

“Other than that?”

[You can use my database access rights. You can view information collected since I was born in real time. Also, you can acquire master authority when using Legion Net.]

This is also quite appetizing.

This is the right to search the database that the Archmage built about 250 years ago.

This means that the vast amount of knowledge accumulated over the years is contained in it.

In addition, the knowledge accumulated in Legion for 100 years…

“What exactly is the Legion Net Master Authority?”

[You can view hidden posts, delete or edit other people’s posts. In addition, information of anonymous users can also be viewed.]

“… Ah. Okay?”

If it were a 21st century Earth, it would seem like an authority against the law… In terms of authority alone, it didn’t seem terribly useless.

“Can I use this database access even when I am outside?”

[Of course. The familiar is obliged to respond promptly to the owner’s call.]

Sure.

If you get Tyrael as a reward, it’s like a mobile wiki.

This alone is a huge reward, but…

“Is there anything else?”

[I obey your master’s command. However, content that harms other Round Table members is limited.]

“Can you wear a maid outfit?”

I think I want this side more.

At this question, Tyrael tilted his head.

It’s an expression that seems to ask what the hell that means.

[Of course.]

“Wow… Seed. Can’t it right now?”

[Then, will you receive ‘Tyriel’s Obedience’ as a reward?]

I am asking with no expression… Tyrael’s obedience.

I hate myself for treating myself like an object.

Actually, I wonder if it’s partly to charm me.

Of course.

From a practical point of view or from a heart point of view, it is right to receive this.

“Uh.”

[When you gave up Tyrael’s obedience, ‘a huge amount of gold coins’, ‘the magic sword that cut the dragon’s head 100 years ago’, and… ]

There was nothing to see.

The obedience of a 7th tier wizard was far more valuable than that.

“I want you, Tyrael.”

[Okay. However, there is one thing you need to be careful about. Anything that harms the Round Table will automatically break the contract. Did you understand the benefits?]

Isn’t the Round Table also Tyrael?

I didn’t think it would do any harm.

“Uh, enough.”

[Also, ‘Tyriel’s Obedience’ has a deadline. The contract expires after 3 years. Did you understand the benefits?]

“Wait a minute? Didn’t you say something like that?”

Since this is a contract, it is not an ordinary bet to lay out the additional conditions.

[Then find out other rewards… ]

“… That’s not it.”

My mind is already inclined quite a bit towards Tyrael’s submission.

I can’t deny that contract now.

[Then, would you like to proceed with a fixed-term contract?]

Honestly, when I thought it was a lifetime contract, I wondered if it could be like this.

Because the conditions were too one-sided for me.

The right to enslave a 7th tier archmage for 3 years.

If you think about it differently, if you have the right to call a master-class compulsory slave for 3 years… Perhaps the king of any country would not hesitate to pay a huge price.

It was a surplus trade for me, given that I was only given it as a reward for testing me once.

“Okay, do it. With that fixed-term contract for three years.”

[Then, please put your hand on top of me. We plan to enforce a magical contract linking the owner and the familiar.]

“Where is the body?”

[It doesn’t matter anywhere. Because contact is important.]

In that case.

I walked up to her and placed her hand on her chest with a subtle sneaking look at her.

Molkanㅡ.

I could feel the soft skin even over the clothes. Besides, it was warm.

It was the same feeling she had when she was little, breastfeeding in her mother’s arms.

What is this piece of flesh that gives me such stability?

Of course, it’s not because I’m not particularly selfish.

Isn’t the chest where the heart is usually the center of the human body?

It was a reasonable judgment that it would be possible to increase the efficiency of the contract.

… If there was a bit of selfishness, it was to the point of wondering if Tyrael’s body was similar to that of a human.

Let’s take a quick look at Tyrael,

“#!$!%!”

He was just reciting a spell with an expressionless face, but he didn’t look bad.

According to the spell, her magic power began to flow from her body to my hands.

I quietly accepted the flow.

And, as her time passed, I felt that a line connecting her and me was forming.

It was a strange feeling.

When I focused, I could hear her heartbeat and feel the emotions she was feeling.

“… !”

And Tyrael could understand why she bet herself as a reward.

She couldn’t measure her own body with her value judgement.

However, she could have taken my life by testing me, so she had to pay an immeasurable reward.

Equivalent exchange was established because the value is ‘immeasurable’ regardless of whether it is high or low.

About this result, for me,

“… That’s part of the dog’s gain.”

[End. Master. Now you have my decision-making authority, limited to what is on this round table.]

Even so, this contract is broken the moment an order is given to defeat the Round Table or the Masters who have joined the Round Table.

There was no need for words or writing.

Because something related to Tyrael allowed me to ‘feel firsthand’ what I should and shouldn’t do.

The reward is… That’s enough.

Aside from compensation, there were a few things left to consider.

“Shall we sit down? I have something to ask.”

[Is it not necessary to change into a maid outfit?]

“Huh?”

[The reason for the contract was not to make them wear maid uniforms.]

Ah, I did.

One of the reasons I decided to sign was that she had to sign a contract to see Tyrael change into a maid outfit.

But… Do something right now.

“Wear it next time you come.”

[Okay. Master.]

“…… “

I sat at a round table with Tyrael.

Since the round table is quite wide, we sat side by side, and when we sat and looked around, it was a splendid space that could be described as resembling a palace.

A gorgeous chandelier hangs from the ceiling inside the incredibly high hall,

The space itself was enormous, and the decorations sparkled one by one.

This is… Is it like Tyrael’s house?

“Is this house mine now?”

[Of course.]

This is actually a contract, is it essentially different from selling yourself to me?

I just accepted Tyrael’s offer, but somehow I felt cheated.

… The point is not this.

What I was curious about from the beginning.

I asked Tyrael what this round table was.

[Let me explain. The Round Table was created by Archmage Michelo… ]

Her explanation was quite lengthy, but in summary it went like this.

Round table.

A secret organization created by Archmage Michelo 300 years ago.

Its members are archmages and masters.

At the moment, if I were to be included in the Round Table, there would be nine members.

Sure.

“Isn’t it like a meeting of those who rule the world behind the scenes?”