Volume 3 Chapter 34-2 That Step Will Likely Be the Prologue to the Story of the God Killer
"So, because this story started from what I kept saying at Church, it's not strange that it was already being talked about earlier."
"And? What was the 'surprising thing,' Master?"
"...If, even at that earlier stage, they had talked about their own currency, then Key of Pharos would have started moving. They would definitely spread fake money, and trust would fall apart."
"...Huh?"
For a moment, Rangella couldn't understand Horace's explanation.
"This coin ── the one Arzent uses as a 'sensor' ── is already infiltrated everywhere. Since they would create their own currency if they wanted, up to now, Key of Pharos's tech was used to make fake money and destroy trust."
"So, now..."
"With Arzent defeated, the Key of Pharos has no reason to act anymore. Basically, the timing when they, who hold the world's best counterfeiting tech, stop actively making fake money ── that is, 'now'."
"What kind of instinct can tell them that? How could they know?"
"I don't know."
Whether that proves the king is wise... I don't know.
But one thing's certain ── their instincts are insanely sharp.
Until now, every country that made their own money saw fake bills quickly appear, destroying trust.
That led to economic collapse, and some countries even ended up owing huge debts to others.
Usually, in this world, you'd expect fake money to pop up again. That's normal thinking.
Valzeil probably knows this too.
So... what would make someone want to create their own currency right at this point?
Horace just... don't get it.
"Well, no matter what happens, I'll keep doing what I have to. ...Okay, done!"
Horace finished making the new printing press.
"Phew, I'll take a break now."
Horace leaves the workshop, stretching.
Rangella follows, and they head to the lobby.
* * *
There, in the lobby, was a girl Rangella had never seen before.
Her hair and eyes are black. She has a short haircut, and her face looks very young.
She's cute, happily eating baked goods.
She looks about 14, maybe. But her chest is already D-cup, pressing up her shirt.
Ellie clung to her thigh, taking deep breaths.
"Oh, master, did you finish the preparations?"
"Yeah, more or less, Ellie. And you, what about that?"
"Well, about that..."
As Horace entered the room, Tiaris reacted to him. In that moment, a girl eating pastries looked up and saw Horace.
"Oh, big brother!"
"Huh, sister!?"
"Nice to meet you! I'm Nousa!"
Nousa pushed Ellie aside and ran towards Horace, jumping into his chest.
"...Hehe, you smell like dad!"
"Dad. He's 52 this year. Getting that old man smell, huh? I'm still only 27."
Indeed, Horace looked like he was 17 or 18, but he was actually 27.
The repeated body enhancements, which had a significant impact on his body structure, made him appear to be around 14 years old──nearly the same age as Nousa, despite their 13-year age difference.
"...Man, I didn't know I had such a cute little sister..."
"──Master, please give me your sister."
"Not happening to Ellie."
Who knows what might happen? It's probably already dangerous as it is.
"...Oh, I almost forgot!"
Nousa swapped the bag on her shoulder and pulled out a large tea cylinder from it.
It seemed quite thick, making its presence known.
"A letter from mom!"
"A letter? That's not enough!"
Horace accepted it for now, anyway.
"Oh, and dad's message, 'The time for that sword is near, so be careful,' he said!"
"That sword? ...Ah, I see."
Horace seemed to understand.
"...Order of the Sealed Dragon. This is gonna be a pain, isn't it?"
Muttering to himself, Horace looked up at the sky.
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