No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 158

Once they enter the Council of Elders, no one can “kill” the clan leader.

That’s why the Council of Elders, although they could confront the clan leader, did not have enough power to shake the clan leader.

This was also what the clan leader of Demillang believed in. That’s why the clan leader could sneer at Cassice Demillang’s great-grandfather, the chairman of the Council of Elders.

No matter how great he was.

‘I am the clan leader, and you are just an old man in the Council of Elders!’

Such a thought dominated the clan leader.

That’s why he tried to kill Cassice Demillang several times. He opened the dungeon early and deliberately attempted assassinations like now. Because if it’s Demillang, they can just cut off the tail and get over it. Because Demillang is such a family! Because he is the clan leader of such Demillang!

But…

“You should have lived quietly.”

Why can’t he feel anything below his neck?

“I was going to use it to raise the young clan leader’s experience. What a pity.”

“Still, just driving the young clan leader up to this point has been worth sparing his life.”

“That might be true.”

He tries to call out, but his mouth won’t open. It seems like he wanted to say something. He can’t remember, it’s not… What is memory? He doesn’t know. He can’t know anything. It’s being forgotten. What the severed head remembers is the name of the person who cut him, cut him, cut him, cut him. That was Eisen Demillang, my father…

“He’s still alive?”

“Yeah? Then one more time…”

Squish.

It became a lump of meat like that. The head was cut off.

Five minutes later, Eisen Demillang’s press conference began. It was exactly at the one-hour mark Cassice Demillang had predicted.

“Wh-what is this…!”

“A, a corpse…!”

Splat! With a wet, bursting sound, the head of the former clan leader rolled on the marble floor. No, now it was more of a lump of meat than a human head…

It rolled and fell, drawing a red line made of blood stains.

“Ugh… Chairman! The, the clan leader, what is this…!”

“It’s nothing special. Just the beheading of a sinner.”

Behind that, an old aristocrat in the form of a boy walked in. Stepping on the bloodstains left by his son’s head as if they were a red carpet.

Eisen Demillang, Cassice Demillang’s great-grandfather and the former clan leader.

The old monster in the form of a boy who had returned with his son’s head was declaring to the world.

“It was my mistake. I shouldn’t have neglected family affairs, trusting that the clan leader would do well.”

“Th-those words are…”

“Many have shed blood due to the clan leader’s arbitrariness. I am truly sorry. I feel the obligation to clean up and take responsibility for this tragedy. However, I do not intend to take away the young clan leader’s position. I will assume the acting clan leader position in a limited way until he graduates from the academy. And let me add one more thing.”

Eisen smiled endlessly.

Like a boy.

“You endured well. Cassice. I’ll come to see you soon.”

***

…This is the content of the press conference that was just broadcast?

The people who watched the video together seemed to want to ask how I knew the results would come out within an hour, but I only said one thing.

“What a fiery family.”

“…”

Hmm, I can feel other people looking at me like I’m a crazy bastard… It feels unpleasant to be treated like a crazy bastard in front of an even crazier bastard, but I guess I can’t deny it at this moment.

Even I think I was a true psychopath just now.

‘Saying it’s fiery even though it’s my family according to the setting. And that too when my grandfather just died.’

But… What can I do if it’s so damn fiery?

‘Wow, they’re breaking through it like this?’

Thanks to the clan leader of Hanrapa who only revealed the “facts,” the attempted assassination of the young clan leader was blatantly revealed, and the criticism toward the noble Demillang family was no joke.

But then the great-grandfather simply sliced off the head of the one responsible.

And he even said he would take over as the acting clan leader until the young clan leader grows up to clean up the previous generation’s responsibility.

‘It’s perfect. He’s playing both sides without even leaving room for me to screw the clan leader…’

When I narrowed my eyes, Ryuseong reached out with a serious expression. How would you react if I said it’s creepy that the skin lightly caressing my cheek might kill me someday? I tapped his shoulder to indicate that I was okay, but Ryuseong didn’t seem to believe my words at all and narrowed his brows, placing his hand on my forehead.

‘Well, it’s not like I’m okay.’

I devised all these schemes to take the clan leader position. I gathered those trying to assassinate me, scaled it up, and hid only one thing: my intention.

And the great-grandfather cut off the clan leader’s neck, breaking my scheme.

‘Tsk. Does this mean I’m still far from becoming the clan leader?’

But it’s okay. Instead, the great-grandfather fell for the intention I had hidden.

‘…The face of someone who had kidnapped Cassice Demillang from his family was distorted in his memory and unrecognizable.’

From a long time ago, I felt I had to track down that person.

I don’t know why the Cassice Demillang in the original work destroyed the world. But there’s one thing I know. Anyone would go crazy if they lived like Cassice Demillang.

‘So… I need to find out because of whom he went crazy.’

The bastard who experimented on Cassice Demillang.

‘I should at least find out that much. Since I’m possessed…’

Being in the position of stealing and using Cassice Demillang’s body, I should at least know that much. I…

I don’t know if the Cassice Demillang in the original work was a mastermind who actively pursued the destruction of the world, or if there was a separate final boss and he was a villain manipulated by that guy.

‘Because I couldn’t read the last volume.’

But I hated it. I hated the world being destroyed. I liked this world and I also liked Ryuseong.

I feel sorry for the real Cassice, but I wanted to keep living with this body.

‘To do that, I need to block the possibility of a separate final boss, if there is one. Or find out his identity.’

So I used myself as bait.

‘Who will come to kill me? Or who will save me?’

I had no fear. Because investing that much experimentation and “effort” in “Cassice Demillang” means there is that much “value.” I was convinced.

As long as I have Cassice Demillang’s body, I won’t die.

‘Because the only person who can fulfill what the final boss wants is Cassice Demillang.’

Knowing the development of the original work, I felt like I was taking a test while looking at the answer sheet. If they try to save Cassice Demillang, they’re the mastermind; if they try to kill him, they’re just a worthless mid-level villain.

‘Now, grandfather. Great-grandfather. Which one of you is the bastard?’

All I have to do is wait for the target to take the bait…

‘Although there was a very minor problem of Ryuseong going crazy in the process.’

And finally, today, the results came out.

With a simple dichotomy of the living and the dead.

“Haha…”

Honestly, I thought I would be fine. Because it’s not my business, whether the truth is revealed or not, whoever did such a thing to this body. I really thought I would be fine. The only funny thing was that it was the great-grandfather this time too. The one who ruined Jeong Ian’s life was also the great-grandfather, and the one who ruined Cassice Demillang’s life was also the great-grandfather. What kind of bad fate do I have with the concept of great-grandfathers? It’s even laughable. It’s ridiculous. So I’m not okay.

If it were the grandfather, I would have been fine. But it had to be the great-grandfather. For such a silly reason. So…

I staggered and leaned against Ryuseong. And I whispered, not with my voice, but with a mental transmission.

-That bastard experimented on me…

I said it in the heat of the moment, but I don’t remember how Ryuseong reacted. Because right after that, I lost consciousness. My head hurt like it was going to explode, and then I fainted as if a fuse had blown. No, I really thought I would be fine. But I wasn’t. Maybe it’s because it’s the great-grandfather. Huh? What should I do with this bastard?

Cassice.

If you were here, what would you have done?