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"Dargion, a month from now, I'll be sending you to Arlcliff Castle, I believe you'll be fine there on yourself." Donte gaze was serious.
"Father! The academy is starting in no less than a year. Why would I need to go over there?" A terrified look was plastered onto Dargion.
"That's exactly why my son, I believe in you-"
"Believe in me!?"
"Dargion!" Donte's face became angered again. He knew very well sending him off near the wall of monsters was a horrible idea.
But it was Dargion, his sole son who has never let him down. He wanted to see his son succeed in his eyes—a man who Donte could call proud.
"The reason you're going over there is to gain experience, I want you to be at the top the moment you enter the academy."
"B-but..." The deprived look hadn't been wiped from his face.
"Now you may leave... son." Donte had felt a sense of pride calling Dargion his son.
"Y-yes!" Dargion left the room, he knew very well he would mess up at Arlcliff Castle.
If there were one person that Dargion could blame for failure, it would be his brother, Donte.
"No one would believe that stupid guy anyways..."
With that thought Dargion left the castle to change his legal name to Donte Andras at the capital court to change his name first.
He could avoid the collateral damage for his actions and reap all the benefits he could get at Arlcliff Castle. A smile appeared on his face on the way out.
Dargion could always change his name back. A genius move!—he thought...
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A complete rat!
Arlcliff Castle fell into a frenzy later on in the story, meaning Dargion would die later on. What could I do with this, Donte wouldn't just believe me, would he?
Let's see if [Faker!] works...
Donte's hand was still moving with his pen in hand, writing on the scroll. I need to hurry and speak before he writes it for Dargion!
"F-Father!..." I momentarily stuttered out of nervousness.
Donte just looked at me with an annoyed expression.
"Well, you see- You can only write 'legal' names for people's recommendation letters."I placed a strong emphasis on the term 'legal'.
He seemingly didn't reply to my words but he was starting to be agitated again. Donte's eyebrows furrowed again.
"You're probably wondering why Dargion changed his name-"
"What are you playing at Dorian?" His tone was serious he stopped the pen from moving and looked at me with such intensity as his hand gripped the pen hard.
"Nothing much, I'm just saying he changed his name," I stopped smiling and let the words flow out, "Dargion changed his name to Dorian."
Donte was going to speak out against my claim but fortunately, I cut him off again.
"Why? Because he wanted to blame the 'incompetent me' if he failed."
Dorian looked at me shocked.
"Yes, yes, your son would never do such a thing..." Dargion was a complete rat, I needed to prove this somehow.
"He couldn't have done such a thing. He's someone I-"
"Dargion left the moment you gave the mission, why do you think he would've left so early."
This time, Donte's hand let go of the pen he was holding, and let it drop to the floor.
"I assume you know why?"
"N-no..."
"Now, I guess your son won't be able to go to such a prestigious academy~" I put my hand over my mouth to express my 'shock'.
Donte's arm started to quiver in madness as he heard my words.
I was only speaking the truth. Dargion was expecting to kill two birds with one stone but he ended up shooting himself in the foot.
It would've been a good idea, but right now the Dorian from before isn't the same person. I'm different now.
With [Faker!] Donte would believe the scenarios I give him without question.
Fooling Donte for the second time felt great, a smile appeared on my face by accident.
Donte looked back at his paper and began writing again, this time he was slower than ever. [Faker!] Felt like a cheat considering this was only a tier-two trait.
What feels weird is when the random scenarios start to pop into my head and begin playing without much warning.
I need to find a way to control this, but for now, this is the best I could do.
Status Open!
I immediately went to check the red window.
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[Current Traits]:
| [Faker!] Tier 2 - Able to create a mediocre fake illusion or scenario of oneself and other people. Able to act out some of it underwhelmingly convincingly. (Upgradable) |
[Trait Shop]:
[Currency]: 20 [Villain Points] |
[Trait List]
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It was hard to discern if what was playing in my head was fake or not, I don't understand my ability yet. It just works as it pleases I guess.
Donte rolled up the scroll and tied it together with a string into a knot. The blue string seemed to represent the Andras Family's signature color or something.
"Make sure to deliver this to Dargion without any scratches. I will hear back from him soon if you have given it to him or not." Donte gazed into my eyes as I took the scroll from his hands.
"Yes~... Yes~" I immediately snatched it from his hands, trying not to be stiff as I walked out of his office again.
The sweat from my body began to evaporate as I walked farther and farther away from Donte.
That was easier said than done. I wiped the sweat on my forehead as I opened his office door to leave.
Ding!
[Quest Cleared!]
I looked at the scroll clutched in my right hand, it was the length of a regular piece of paper, but the material made it firm enough to withstand any crumpling.
"Phew~" I took another sigh of relief, I escaped another death trial today.
I gaze at the roof of the hallway in front of me,
Now what?
It's not like I knew how to get to the academy because I read the book, all I knew was that it was located in the center of Setrus, and the Andras province was bordering the area where a lot of God's demons reside.
That would put us around the edge which would probably take days for me to make it to Setrus by wagon, not that I even knew where to get a wagon in the first place.
Actually... I might know a place.
I began to walk from where I came from, this time I wasn't as lost as before, the hallways started to become more familiar each second I was in them.
I passed by the two double doors from earlier, I was curious whose room I had entered, but I decided to leave it for now.
The status window was in front of me the entire time, but I hadn't looked at it at all until now;
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[Rewards For Clearing This Quest!]:
| - +100 VP! (Villain Points) |
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What do I do with all those Villain Points? I didn't need to upgrade my [Faker!] trait and I didn't need any other traits at the moment.
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[Current Traits]:
| [Faker!] Tier 2 - Able to create a mediocre fake illusion or scenario of oneself and other people. Able to act out some of it underwhelmingly convincingly. (Upgradable) |
[Trait Shop]:
[Currency]: 120 [Villain Points] |
[Trait List]
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As I was walking I began to scroll through the trait list. I felt like taking Allan's trait, [Copy!], but for me to use that, I would need to see people's soul weapons and then perfectly remember their structure.
I'm not a genius that can memorize a soul weapon's structure from top to bottom. That was impossible for me. And I haven't been in any combat before, could I even fight properly?
Concerns about my combat ability started to come to fruition but I quickly tried to shake them off. I don't need to fight for now anyway.
I'm not sure why, but the concept of being a cool hero who could save everyone made me laugh.
I chuckled, and the letter in my palm began to compress. I glanced at it again and decided to open it out of curiosity.
As I loosened the blue knot, the letter unfolded in front of me, and I read it.
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Dear Principal Chares
I write this letter to you as a good friend of the Andras Family, for you to notice my son Dorian Andras' outstanding academic and combat abilities. He has much to learn but has achieved great things so far, this letter of recommendation is for you to accept my son into Convarllaria Academy willingly.
Student of Acceptance: Dorian Andras
- From,
Donte Pron Andras
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At the bottom was his signature, it was written in pretty cursive.
The message felt a little plain or lackluster, and I wasn't thrilled to hear about it. I mean, this letter was addressed to Dargion, not me.
Who would name their son Dargion, of all people? I started laughing at it.
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This time, I was back in my cluttered, broken-down room without much effort; it didn't feel as hard as the last time, and I didn't have to open as many doors.
The sun was still up but I felt drowsy from walking, I needed to upgrade my stamina somehow.
It was pretty pitiful how exhausted I looked after walking for only two-three hours.
The recommendation letter was thrown on the floor for all that I could care. I could've put it somewhere else as I was
I laid my body doused in sweat on the bed and let the bed not accept my warmth. The mattress felt as straight and solid as a rock!
The mattress wasn't comfortable at all. At least the pillows were softer.
My head sunk into the white pillow. Creaks were heard as I moved my body to get comfortable.
I really need to take a shower.