Chapter 65

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'd appreciate it if you could understand."

I shook my head while looking at Makoto, who was still clasping his hands.

"What should we do? I don't want to understand."

"What do you mean...?"

This is the time to use my thug-like appearance.

I made the most menacing face I could.

Makoto's eyes trembled when he saw me, now completely transformed into a black-haired thug.

"I already know who you are. I knew a week ago that you were going to transfer to our academy."

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Kim. Ahahaha. If it's about the bath, I'll try to make time to do it with you later..."

"You're Kamia Makoto of the Kamia clan."

Makoto's face stiffened for a moment.

"Kamia clan? Kim, you've been talking nonsense ever since just now..."

"A week ago, the National Intelligence Service gave me an interesting piece of intelligence."

Makoto's pupils wavered when I mentioned the National Intelligence Service.

As expected, he didn't need an explanation that it was South Korea's intelligence agency, given his background in the underworld, unlike the other students at the academy.

"They said that Kamia Makoto, the assassin of the Kamia clan, would disguise himself as a transfer student to target my life."

The part about targeting my life was just an add-on to talk about the National Intelligence Service.

But it seemed to be true.

"...Caught, huh? There's nothing I can do."

Makoto laughed sadly.

It was real.

Looks like I stumbled upon something by accident.

"Sorry, Kim. Now that you know... "

Makoto raised his mana with a sad expression.

My mind raced.

I'm confident I could win if I fought Makoto now.

But I'm not sure I can subdue her without making a sound.

If the fight drags on, the supervisor will come, and she'll be expelled.

If the main heroine of Volume 8 is eliminated, it will cause serious problems in the final boss strategy.

Moreover, if a bomb explodes and I die, it would be a real problem.

So, I need to stop this here.

I need to throw out the bait that would most interest her.

"I know how to remove the nanomachine bomb inside you."

"...What?"

The green mana that was rising from Makoto's body subsided.

His pupils wavered.

As expected, he took the bait.

"Lie... "

"It's not a lie, it's the truth."

The title heroine of Volume 5.

A super genius girl scientist and the younger sister of Ishihara Daiki, Ishihara Saori.

She was the one who developed the inhibitor for Makoto's nanomachine bomb and eventually removed it completely.

Volume 5 is already a deleted episode.

It wouldn't be bad to connect with Saori this way.

"Your bomb. I'll remove it for you. In return... If the bomb is gone, you have to serve me instead of the clan head. That's my condition, Kamia Makoto."

The fourth slave, following Olivia, Kasumi-senpai, and Nishizawa.

That's the role Makoto will play from now on.

If you're upset, you shouldn't have become my roommate.

"... "

Makoto fell silent.

He seemed to be thinking.

"If you don't like it, we can fight here and now. You know you don't stand a chance against me, right?"

In any case, Makoto has no choice but to cooperate with me.

He must know that.

A direct confrontation after the assassination plan is fully exposed is the worst situation for an assassin.

Makoto covered his chest with his arms.

He spoke with a trembling voice, his face red.

"...Kim, does serving you mean giving my body and heart, my virginity and first experience, to you?"

What?

What did I just hear?

"No."

Am I going crazy?

Why did he suddenly change the subject?

"Literally, I heard that Kim's nickname is the Black Demon. The worst and most despicable pervert who has toyed with the bodies and hearts of many academy girls, including the Platinum Knight Princess and the Whirlwind Samurai..."

"No, I'm not!"

The rumors about the Black Demon have spread so far that I'm afraid to find out how far they've gone.

I'm tired of the sudden acceleration in light novels during serious conversations.

Can't we have a normal conversation?

"I wouldn't do it even if you asked."

If this continues, I'll go over the edge.

I need to cut this off here.

Makoto laughed bitterly when he heard me.

He touched his bandaged chest and said,

"So, Kim, you don't like girls who look like boys, just like me... I'm a bit disappointed."

Are you going to go over the edge again?

My anger is reaching its limit.

I pressed my temples.

"Will you do it or not? Just answer that."

"...If Kim can really show me such a miracle..."

Makoto closed his eyes.

"I'll give everything to Kim. If you can really do it."

Makoto smiled bitterly.

"...But that's impossible, right?"

He muttered in a resigned voice.

It was the moment the fourth slave was born.

I'll be your sword.

"Alright."

A smile formed on my lips.

I don't need to worry about Makoto breaking his promise.

This is a kind and gentle light novel world where all promises are kept.

"Kim is so positive..."

Makoto laughed bitterly.

Makoto, who is in disguise as a prince, is actually shy and introverted.

Now that he doesn't need the prince mask, his true personality is showing.

"...I hope I can really be freed, as Kim says."

I ignored Makoto's wistful expression and touched my phone screen.

[Ishihara]

[What is it, brother?]

[I need to meet your sister.]

Ishihara Saori is a super genius scientist in Japan.

Despite being a student, she has interpreted and analyzed numerous lost technologies from other worlds and developed dozens of new super weapons, making significant contributions.

She is the director of Japan's largest research institute, the Otherworld Research Institute, and is also a Nobel Prize candidate.

'Unbelievable.'

A student being a Nobel Prize candidate.

It's an exaggerated setting, typical of light novels.

They might as well have made her a triple Nobel Prize winner.

Anyway, Saori's favorite subject is the Black Prince Raoul Napoleon Bonaparte.

In the original Volume 5, she found Durandal, which was covered in dust in an antique shop, because she is a huge fan of the Black Prince.

At that time, Olivia and Yooji were guarding her as part of a student dispatch mission.

'So, if I give her Durandal as research material, we can make a deal.'

The Shuohou Hero Academy, thanks to the president Yoshizaki Seira, enjoys a special status close to a neutral country.

Even Ishihara Saori can't just mess with Shuohou Academy students.

She must have been eager to get her hands on Durandal.

So, we can make a deal with that.

Hum.

A reply came.

[Why is my sister suddenly like this?]

[Brother, are you trying to charm my sister too...! The Black Demon's hands are reaching Saori too...!]

The Black Demon again?

Is he crazy?

[Shut up and talk.]

[Yes, I understand.]

The message ended.

And a second later, messages started arriving from an unknown account.

[Hi, Deokseong-chan!]

[I'm Saori-chan, your number one fan!]

[Deokseong-chan is looking for me? My brother told me!]

[I've been so, so eager to see my favorite Deokseong-chan!! Thump thump!! (*≧∀≦*)(*≧∀≦*)]

[But Saori-chan is a good fan, so I waited for Deokseong-chan to contact me first!!]

[Thank you for contacting me!! Today, Saori-chan's lifelong wish has come true★ (=￣▽￣=)Ｖ]

[You've been thinking of me, Saori-chan?? ＠＾▽＾＠＠＾▽＾＠]

My eyebrows furrowed.

What, Deokseong-chan?

Compared to the disgusting term used for Kasumi-senpai's juniors, this is a goddess.

I'm already tired just thinking about it.

'And I'm her fan?'

This is a new setting in the original.

Wait.

'The original Saori was also a fan of Olivia, the Black Prince's successor.'

That's why she specifically chose Olivia for the student dispatch mission.

But here, I've made Olivia my exclusive maid and obtained the legitimate rights to Durandal.

With my black hair, black eyes, and black mana, she must see me as the Black Prince's successor.

Hum.

Durandal vibrated.

'This might be easier than I thought.'

I was lucky.

I tapped my phone to reply.

[I have a favor to ask.]

[What kind of favor? ＠＾▽＾＠]

[My friend is a bit sick. I want you to check her out.]

[That's no problem! Should I do it now? Or tomorrow?]

[Let's do it tomorrow.]

Tomorrow is Saturday.

A day off.

It's a shame to waste such a precious holiday, but there's no choice.

[Got it! Come to the director's office at the Otherworld Research Institute tomorrow!]

The message ended.

"Clear your schedule for tomorrow. I'll take care of your bomb."

"...Okay."

Makoto nodded slightly.

"By the way, if it