I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – Residents of the Comedy World Often Cough Up Blood

“To so readily invite one of the Four Generals… he’s no ordinary man.”
“Could he have reached a new level of insight?”
“And the atmosphere… has he been possessed by a devil?”

Everyone was astounded and impressed by Odil’s audacious action of inviting one of the Four Generals to his base.

[The Demon King intends to conquer the Kingdom of Ashan. Is there anyone here who would join in?]

The meeting proceeded smoothly afterward.

***

“Hehehe.”

The morning air was refreshing, the kitchen filled with the sweet scent.

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‘I think Odil had a nightmare. Maybe something sweet will help him feel better.’

I approached the orange-glowing oven, recalling Odil’s pale, trembling face when I brought breakfast.

*Ding!*

The timer stopped with a cheerful sound. I donned an oven mitt and opened the oven, and the sweet fragrance of chocolate chip cookies wafted out.

“These look delicious.”

The cookies, studded with chocolate chips, began to cool. After some time, I picked one up, now cool enough, and snapped it in half.

“Let’s see… here goes.”

The freshly baked cookies boasted an intimidating flavor. Savoring the sweetness, I smiled like an otter when,

“May I try one?”
“Huh? Sure, here you go—… eh?”

As I reflexively reached out the half-remaining cookie after feeling a tap on my shoulder, I belatedly realized it wasn’t Odil’s voice. A seductively attractive woman was munching on the cookie.

“Guuuh! Kyaaa -..! It’s so yummy!”

Her body swayed as if to emphasize her enjoyment, and her large ‘heart’ wobbled before me. Dazed, I could only stare at the grand view, my nose tingling. Just as I felt a sudden urge to sneeze, she sparkled her eyes at me and said,

“You! Let’s go together!”
“Ye-yes? Wh-who are you?”
“Me? Lania!”
“Not that…are you a guest of Lord Odil’s?”
“Huh? Yeah, something like that. Though it seems the concerned party has vanished.”
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“What?”

I bolted out of the kitchen, alarmed by her mention that Odil had disappeared. She didn’t try to stop me. Hastily, I entered his laboratory.

“Huh…”

The room was a mess, as if a robber had ravaged through it.

*Squish.*

While I stood there, dumbfounded, something warm and soft—a pouch filled with the world’s wisdom—touched my back. The sweet scent of fruit filled my nostrils. Then, as a snake wraps around its prey, arms encircled my waist. Lania, who had placed her face over my shoulder, hotly breathed into my frozen ear.

“Eek!”

Chills spread over my body and I shivered away, attempting to flee.

*Thunk! Crash!*

“Ugh, ack..!”
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I stumbled forward, then, spinning, crashed into the wall. A bump rose swiftly on my head. Popping it back in (as it works if you press it), I stood up as usual.

“Do…do you know where Lord Odil went?”
“No? I just got here, so I don’t know.”

*Crunch, munch.*

Lania nonchalantly nibbled on the cookies I baked, continuing,

“He’s probably run away? That guy is a huge coward.”
“Run away from what?”
“From me?”

Her words took a moment to register, and I closely examined Lania’s appearance. The scanty attire not much different from a bikini, garter belt, *grand* chest, and elaborate makeup. As my gaze swept over her exposed neck, uplifted by her pinned-up hair, my nose tingled once more.

“Hmm? Why? Do you find me pretty?”
“Yes, yes.”
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“What? Really? Kyahaha! I really like you!”

The most powerful underlings, right below the Demon King, the Four Generals, had been called crazy or had been lusted after—they never blushed purely like the boy before her. She found this rather cute, and she drooled.

‘What’s this? It feels dangerous?’

Subconsciously, my hands went to cover my chest as I backpedaled. Lania seemed ready to pounce on me at any moment, raising her hands. Swallowing a nervous breath, I thought,

‘A shota complex!?’

Alarm bells rung in my head, screaming ‘Pervert!’ Yet…

‘Wait, maybe it’s okay?’

Unless Lania was a hideous hag or extremely old… she was indeed a beautiful woman with grand assets. Just as my instincts began to tilt her way, my eyes caught sight of her earrings.

‘That…’

Earrings shaped like snakes coiled around skull heads with jewels in their mouths—so unique that once seen, they were hard to forget.

‘Isn’t that… what one of the Four Generals, the crazy one, was wearing..?’

Only then did the name Lania register as familiar.

‘Can it be… this woman is a General…? And Odil ran because he knew…’

“Chomp, now come here.”
“Eeek!”

My hands firmed up to cover myself again. I scuttled back, trying to escape the smirking Lania. But then,

*Thud.*

“Ah.”

I tumbled backward, tripped over strewn items. Lania lunged at me, her eyes flashing dangerously.

***

*Boom, crash! Rumble!*

“Bro-brother, what’s that noise?”

Nero trembled at the continuous sound of destruction, clutching Noah’s hand. Noah frowned, looking at the ceiling from which dust was falling.

‘Is it a monster attack? Otherwise…’

Unbeknownst to them, it was because Lian was frantically trying to escape Lania’s grasp. The children imprisoned in the next cell, likewise, huddled together in fear.

“…? Has it, stopped?”

The raucous noises ceased and an eerie silence descended.

*Thump, clack.*
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“..!”

Footsteps sounded from above. Soon, a familiar face peered in front of the prison.

“Haa…”

Lian appeared, beaten and disheveled, with red hand marks scattered over his clothes as he held a tray.

“I thought I was a goner.”
“…!”

His words, uttered with a slight air of defeat, packed such a terrible implication that the children stiffened. Lian, whose face had been downcast to the point of desolation, turned his eyes towards the children. When their gazes met, Lian’s face softened.

“Kids, let’s have a snack.”

He unlocked the door, entered, and placed the tray down. The children’s eyes gravitated toward the tray; the sweet aroma clouded their minds.

“Come and take one each.”

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The kids, now accustomed to taking food from him, immediately rushed toward him. Lian gave out cookies embedded with unknown dark substances, which they’d never seen before.

“They crumble easily, so eat them with care.”
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They nodded and began to savor the cookies in small nibbles.

“Urgh…!”
“Hiccup!”

Overwhelmed by the unexpected sweetness, several kids trembled with hiccups. Soon it was Lily’s turn to receive a cookie.

‘Bruise marks…’

Lily gazed blankly at the fresh bruises on Lian’s wrists. Noticing her stare, Lian pulled down his sleeves and gave an awkward smile.

“Here.”
“..”

Torn between the cookie and Lian, Lily carefully accepted the cookie and walked away, feeling as if she would cry any moment.

After distributing all the cookies, Lian watched with a smile as the children neatly finished their treats, then left the prison and headed for the one next door.

“…!”

Noah was shocked into silence at the sight of Lian’s disheveled appearance.

“Brother… who hit you?”

Nero asked with a trembling voice. Faced with the direct question, Lian gave a wistful smile and said,

“Nothing happened.”

While he said so, Lian thought to himself with glee, ‘Ha! I’ve always wanted to say that line like a real tough guy!’ However, to everyone else, it looked like he was just holding on as best as he could after being roughed up.

“Nevermind that, eat this. I baked these cookies for you kids.”

Noah felt an indescribable surge of emotion at the sight of Lian, who ignored his own wounds and instead tended to others first. Nero felt the same, his eyes brimming with tears as he broke away from Noah and flung himself into Lian’s embrace.

“Bro-brother. You can say it hurts if it does.”
“…? Yeah, thanks.”

Considering that such wounds were not even considered injuries in the comedy world, Lian could not understand Nero’s reaction. He simply thought Nero was an especially kind-hearted and gentle child.

“Here, you eat one too.”
“…Th-thank you.”

Noah mouthed his gratitude, then approached Lian, who had softened significantly since their first encounter, and couldn’t help but crack a slight smile. Just then…
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“Muggle!”

Swoosh!

From a corner of the prison, a red mass flew up in the air and zoomed towards Lian.

Thump!

“Khurk..!”
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Lian was flung against the wall as if hit by a car. Clinging to his waist was a girl with red hair.

“Sniff, sniff! Smels… good… cookie scents…”

The girl sniffed Lian’s scent and suddenly turned her head, drawn by the smell of well-baked cookies.

“Muggle!”

Without looking back, the girl pounced on the cookies. Noah and Nero hurried to Lian, who had collapsed against the wall.
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“Cough, cough.”
“…! You!”
“Brother!”

Lian coughed up blood in large gouts.