I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 17

Chapter 17 – Might As Well Kidnap Him

With a jolt and a whoosh, no sooner had the door closed than some force caused it to swing inward.

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“Why aren’t you coming in? Ah! The juice!”

While carelessly kicking the fallen Dovan around, Lania sauntered over with a sloppily charming smile and a voice dripping with cutesy appeal to take the juice. It all happened in the blink of an eye.

“Gulp, gulp. Wow, delicious!”

“Mia, you should have some too. It’s made from the fruit you brought last time.”

“Ah, thank you.”

Mia took the glass nonchalantly and sipped the juice. As Lania, who licked the juice off her lips, sat across from Mia, she crossed her legs.

“Wow…”

As she crossed her legs, her trousers, barely qualifying as underwear, rode up even further. After barely managing to keep my gaze away, I cleared my throat before speaking.

“What about him, Mia?”

“Ah, well…”

Mia’s eyes rolled towards Dovan, who was almost unconscious.

“I’d like to kill him, but obviously we can’t do that.”

“Why not? Just kill him.”

Lania, while popping one of the few remaining cookies into her mouth, spoke sexily. Her alluring face suddenly softened, clearly enjoying the cookie.

“Sigh, as much as he appears harmless, Dovan has connections with another of the Four Heavenly Kings. I don’t want to scratch an itch unnecessarily.”

“Ah, just kill him.”
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“Even if it’s Erboan?”

“Uh…? You’re saying he associates with Erboan?”

“Not directly. He’s more like an acquaintance of Erboan’s confidant.”

“That’s tricky.”

Erboan was one of the Four Heavenly Kings, known for his strict division between professional and personal life—a man who played the role of advisor within the Demon King’s forces.

Getting on Erboan’s wrong side would surely lead to a torrent of troubles. It was one thing to avoid someone who knew Erboan personally, but an acquaintance of his confidant was an awkward middle ground.

“With the war officially happening now, creating unnecessary strife would be bothersome.”

“So what do we do?”

Lania smiled blissfully as she crunched on a cookie, clearly feeling proud as the cook.

“I’m thinking of having Jiso mediate.”

“Gulp, that’s a good idea. Quite devilish of you.”

Jiso was one of the Four Heavenly Kings who ran the Frenzied Coliseum. On top of that, he was one of the kings dealing with most of the atrocious things you could imagine, such as loan-sharking and drugs.

To ask Jiso to mediate meant he would assess the damages Mia had suffered and forcibly take a ‘fair price’ from Dovan.

If Dovan had enough money, it wouldn’t be an issue, but if he were short, Jiso would strip him of everything he had, including his body and soul.

Even if Dovan managed to pay the compensation barely, Jiso would take the rest by calling it a “fee.” That was why Lania had mentioned the idea was devilish.

If Jiso personally got involved, there would be no messy retaliation, and he would be able to take as much as possible. Also, it was the best choice since it might send Dovan down into the abyss.

“Should we release him then?”

“Yes, but with restrictions.”

“That makes sense. If we just let him go, he’ll likely be a nuisance.”

Mia rose from her seat after closing the book and approached Dovan. His state was a total mess due to Lania’s unrelenting magical torment.

“…ψπΝδΦΩ”

As Mia murmured something, a magic circle appeared above Dovan and soon seeped into his body.

“That should suffice.”

“So, this goes?”

“Yes, please.”

Lania flicked her fingers lightly, levitating Dovan into the air. She then approached a mirror placed in one corner of the parlor.

“Let’s see, the coordinates are…here.”

She tracked the magical remnants on the mirror to find the location from which Dovan had come over and activated the mirror.

Whoosh.

The mirror’s surface rippled again.

“If you want to die, come back. I’ll have fun with you.”

With a bewitching smile on her lips, Lania sent Dovan through the mirror with a flick of her hands. He went through so quickly, he left only an afterimage before disappearing.
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Tap, tap.

Casually dusting off her hands as if she had personally thrust him into the mirror, Lania strutted back to her spot. I sneaked a glance around before speaking up.

“Um, Mia, there’s something about security I’d like to discuss with you…”

“Ah, don’t worry about that. I’m planning to put security magic across the whole building to prevent this kind of thing from happening in the future.”

“Oh! Thank you!”

I bowed deeply in gratitude and then quickly added,

“Then, I’ll be on my way out!”

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The mood lightened a little after Lian left the room, but it soon settled back down.

“He’s cute. Should I have taken him for myself?”

“You never take proper care of slaves, Master. Wouldn’t you just neglect him until he starved to death?”

“At least he can cook for himself.”

“That requires having ingredients.”

“True.”

The two exchanged playful banter before getting to the heart of the matter.

“So…what brings you here in the midst of all this busyness, Master?”

“Ah, right.”

Lania reached into her chest and pulled out a black envelope from inside. It was elaborate with gold embossed along the edges.

“Here, take this. Sent directly by the Demon King.”

Swish.

The envelope Lania liberated slipped out of her fingers and floated down, tracing a delicate path of magic to land upon Mia’s thigh. Mia immediately opened the envelope to check its contents.

“…!”

“What does it say?”

Lania, stuffing her mouth with cookies, inquired about the letter’s contents. Mia took a small breath and replied with a slight frown.

“It says to lend a hand in toppling the neighboring kingdom.”

“Ideal. That’s a good chance to easily gain a title, right?

As Lania nodded in agreement, Mia tucked the letter back into the envelope.

“You know I have no interest in such things. More than that, who would look after here if I went? You did say you wanted slaves looked after until they’re grown.”

“Eh, just lay some powerful security magic, no?”

Mia, not too pleased, looked down at the envelope as Lania spoke nonchalantly.

“There are more things to worry about than just security.”

“Heh… But you seem to be getting on fairly well? I thought you’d be annoyed as usual and just scrap it all.”

“…I’m doing it because the master personally asked me to.”
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Mia, uncharacteristically, rotated her head away as she murmured, while Lania licked her lips, looking satisfied.

‘Ugh, if it wasn’t for the war, I would have taken him already.’

Frequent warfare meant Lania, as one of the Four Heavenly Kings, had to be present across various battlegrounds. That made it impossible for her to take on new members easily.

‘Once the war is mostly over, I’ll just kidnap him.’

She was one of the great Heavenly Kings in the greedy army of the Demon King—a person who must obtain what she wants and execute what she desires without fail.

Normally, Lania would have kidnapped Lian, regardless of circumstances, to lay by her side, but this situation was exceptional.

Mia was her apprentice. That meant, indirectly, Mia belonged to Lania. She was merciful toward everything that entered her realm, which is why she could afford to put down her obsession with Lian, for now.

“Master, you just had a strange thought, didn’t you?”

“Huh? Me? Never.”

“Hmm…”

Observing her Master, who grinned like a beast about to go hunting, Mia flashed her eyes, but Lania just shrugged and maintained an innocent expression.

“Sigh, anyway, thanks for delivering the letter.”

“So, are you going?”

“I have to. The Demon King personally requested it.”

“Yeah, if you said no, Erboan would probably lose it.”

Lania stood up, the last cookie in hand.

“Is that how you’ll respond?”

“I should send an immediate reply—”

“Why bother? I’ll deliver it myself.”

“Wait, Master!”

Before Mia could stop her, Lania vanished through magic in an instant. Mia sighed and stood up.

“Better set up the security magic. And finish up the basic experiment before leaving.”

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Mia stepped out of the parlor, resolving to conclude the necessary experiments on Lian before departing.

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“Here, eat slowly. It’s hot.”

In the late lunch hour, children lined up with bowls in front of Lian. Pia, observing the familiar scene, bit her lip.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The children, barely coherent in their speech, took their meals and gazed up at him with hopeful eyes, hoping to catch his attention for even a moment.
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Pia felt nauseated.

‘That rubbish.’

Pia hated Lian. Not only because of how cold Lian had been to the children in the past.

‘He’s just using the children.’

Through the cruel eyes of survival in the land of the Demon King, Pia saw the children’s struggles not to starve or be experimented on, clinging to the strong for survival. And he could visibly see Lian leisurely enjoying those efforts.

‘No different from the demons, this human.’

Pia believed Lian reveled in the sight of children groveling at his feet for scraps of false power.
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‘It’s fine, I just need to protect my brother.’
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Lurking within Pia’s darkened gaze was Lily, queuing to receive food. A streak of madness glinted briefly over Pia’s pupils.
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‘If he lays a finger on Lily, then, I’ll kill him.’