I Fell into the Game with Instant Kill

Chapter 7.2: Organize

“As expected, it’s good to not let the seat be empty. Isn’t that right, Dayphon?”

Dayphon did not respond to Rashtain’s words.

It was because he knew she wasn’t looking for an answer.

But he also had the same idea.

Appointing a new Lord was the sole responsibility of the Overlord, but disposing of the Lord once appointed was not something even she could do on her own.

If it had not been for the empty seat, it would not have been appropriate to give any other Lord’s seat to the newly appointed Lord who had only appeared today.

“It was a little surprising, though.”

“Hmm, what? That I gave him the position of the Lord right away?”

“Sir Ron… I guess I should call him Seventh Lord from now on. Anyway, I expected you would offer him that position the moment he’s invited to the meeting.”

Rashtain grinned.

“Seeing him once was enough.”

Ron.

When she thought about it again, he was truly a strange human being.

She was genuinely surprised, especially when he discovered her disguise.

It was a half-joking test, but none of the other Lords previously recognized her identity at once, except for the current Third Lord, the Heavenly Palace.

Above all, if once reached her level, they could not only see the simple external elements but also the much more essential part within.

A supreme soul reminiscent of a king.

She didn’t know what his true abilities were yet, but at least he was as strong as the other Lords.

“And didn’t you see it? That bored expression on his face?”

“…”

“If I had spent a little more time unnecessarily, he would have definitely walked out, hahaha!”

Dayphon was also paying attention to Ron throughout the meeting.

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The other’s expression didn’t change so much that he thought he might refuse the position of the Lord, but fortunately, that didn’t happen.

“The Seventh Lord is going to move right away?”

“Perhaps he will stay in the castle a little longer. I had sent a messenger to Enlock.”

“Yes. Anyway, you’ve worked hard. This outcome was even a much bigger achievement than our original purpose.”

There was also the plan for the chief of staff, Dayphon, to move directly to Santea, but now, Rashtain was only thinking about Ron.

“I heard he was on the Archemon convoy as a prisoner.”

She heard everything before the meeting started about the incident in the convoy and the situation when Dayphon first met Ron.

Even how he killed the warrior, Garten.

“Did you really not feel any special energy when you kill the warrior?”

“Yes none. Maybe I simply didn’t recognize it, but I was at a close distance of less than ten steps…”

“Hmm, then I guess it’s not magic at all.”

From the moment she entered the meeting hall pretending to be a servant, Rashtain had paid close attention to Ron.

However, she obviously did not feel any magic power.

“It’s ridiculous that even my senses were deceived. It’s highly likely that it’s a ‘mystery’.”

“…”

“Or maybe it’s a racial trait I don’t know about at all. Just because he looks like he might be human doesn’t mean that he really is. I wonder what kind of ability it is.”

Looking at her murmuring with a wide smile of interest on her lips, Dayphon asked insinuatingly;

“Why don’t the Overlord find out more?”

“I told you, I don’t want him to become my enemy. At least, not yet. Besides, Ron wasn’t even his real name.”

“Ah… was that the case?”

“Yeah.”

Rashtain knew Ron hadn’t given his real name.

It was easy for her to distinguish the truth from lies mixed in the other person’s words.

“The rest of what he said was fine. But… I’d like to find out his identity myself. It surely has been a while since something like this happened, right?”

“…You mean you’re going to Santea?”

“Haha, don’t be too surprised. It’s not right now, but maybe later, when I have time. Dayphon, you always worry too much.”

Rashtain waved her hand and grinned.

“Anyway, let’s watch him slowly. I’m looking forward to what our new Seventh Lord will do in the future.”

***

Several days passed.

Life in the Overlord’s castle was extremely comfortable. The meal was great, and the bed was comfortable.

There was nothing inconvenient as the attendants were waiting nearby and I could immediately ordered anything I needed.

“…”

I was standing by the window in a daze, getting some fresh air.

I could see knights gathering and training in a wide space like a plaza on one side of the castle.

The reason I was still staying here instead of moving to the Seventh Lord’s territory was because I had to organize my thoughts.

I had a busy time in my own way, almost confined to my room for a few days.

First, I confirmed that this world had a time difference from the background of RaSa which I played, as expected.

It was the 759th year of the Rachronia continental calendar, exactly five years in the past.

Including what would happen in the future, important or even a little useful information was drawn from my memory and written. Lest I forgot it.

Since there was no way anyone would recognize the handwriting written in Korean, there was nothing to feel burdened by the memo.

And based on the above information, I also made a rough plan for the future.

What I needed most is power.

The top priority, of course, was to strengthen my personal specs.

I was to weak.

Including personal safety issues, there were limits to what could be done with only a level 1 force.

Then instant kill skill was a trump card that could kill anyone as long as there’s contact, but that’s all.

If I could level up by killing opponents and gaining experience points, just like when I played the game, then I don’t have to worry about increasing my specs.

But now that the game had become a reality, unfortunately, that seemed impossible.

If the experience point system remained as it was, something should have changed when I killed the warrior.

In addition, there was no other systems such as stats, skill information window, or inventory. I tried to mumble into the air, just in case, but nothing came out.

Except for two skills I had and the level indicator in my field of vision, this was almost a perfect reality.

So, how could I be strong in this ‘reality’?

Of course, you just have to suffer and train yourself. Like those novels you have read.

But I couldn’t afford that.

By the way, nothing had changed that showed me that I had a great talent for things like swordsmanship or magic.

How much time would it take to train and become strong enough? Who would I be learning from?

After a few years, would I be able to barely become strong enough to level 30?

Even the weakest knight in the Overlord’s castle would have a much higher level than that.

Because of this, there was only one way.

I just needed to gain the ability that would allow me to become stronger in an instant with no effort.

Mysteries hidden all over the continent, or hidden pieces such as ruins.

Right now, there was a mystery that could be got just by travelling from the Overlord’s castle to the Seventh Lord’s territory.

It wouldn’t enhance my intrinsic fighting power, but anyway, it was the only way to instantly amplify my specs in a short period. But…

It won’t be easy after all.

As with any fantasy novels, the place where the mystery was hidden was usually in a rough place. It was no different in here.

Whether it be monsters or traps, I could not overcome all dangers that I would face in reaching the destination.

Should I use the Lord’s power to get someone who could do so?

I didn’t know if I should really do that if there’s no other way, but doing so would make me feel uneasy.

Also, there were things that couldn’t be obtained unless I would go there myself.

In the first place, going around the continent to find those mysteries was something I couldn’t do alone.

Because of this, an excellent assistant was needed.

As assistant who could take responsibility for my safety anytime, anywhere… yes, an escort.