So I'm a Snake, Who Cares?

“Meeting you must be heaven’s will. Thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything special…”

“And thank you, snake.”

The grandmaster thanked me too, so I wasn’t disappointed.

He doesn’t look down on me for being a monster, so he’s a good person.

“Ssassat.”

“Hmm.”

Then Cherin Ferang stood up and said.

“I will depart for the Western Region. If you ever come there, find me. Just hang a white flag at the highest inn in Al Akhiham.”

That sounds important.

I’m worried whether I’ll be able to remember it, but I should try.

The way the pursued Cherin Ferang left was quite surprising.

He stared at the half-broken basement window.

People and carriages pass by on the main street above.

And when a cargo carriage passed by.

Cherin Ferang threw his dagger through the gap in the window.

Swoosh-

It was a throwing technique faster than an arrow.

The dagger flew through the narrow window at a perfect angle and stuck firmly into the carriage’s cargo hold.

Something amazing happened.

Cherin Ferang’s physical body instantly dispersed, leaving only a black haze.

He appeared in the carriage’s cargo hold, grabbing the dagger.

That was the last we saw of him.

Having successfully hitched a ride, Cherin Ferang disappeared.

“Ssaaaak!”

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I felt a thrill.

He had definitely used ‘Shadow Pursuit: Dagger’.

In that case, I should try too…

I took Dawn out from my subspace and threw it to the opposite side of the room.

Simultaneously, I use the skill.

「Shadow Pursuit: Dagger lv1」

Pak!

And a sensation like being sucked away somewhere.

In an instant, I had moved to where the dagger was.

Yes, this was essentially a short-range teleport skill.

Using the dagger as a medium, moving to where it was thrown.

“A movement method similar to Blink… Hmph.”

Pelerian sighed.

He had always emphasized the sophistication of teleport-series magic to me, and now I’d acquired a similar skill, so he might be feeling bitter.

“Pussasat!”

Of course, I was overjoyed.

“What did you just do!”

Oliver asked in surprise.

‘Shadow Pursuit, of course.’

“I learned that it’s a technique one can awaken when the mastery of Ferang School Dagger Technique reaches its peak…”

‘Well, it just happened naturally as I practiced hard…’

“Really?”

‘Yeah, pretty much…’

This must be a far-off realm even for Oliver who had received the inner power transfer.

You’ll be able to learn it too if you practice hard.

‘I have to brag to the kids about meeting Master Cherin Ferang.’

He’s such a legendary famous person.

With such thoughts, we excitedly left.

Fortunately, we learned that Cherin Ferang had killed the Emperor and was on the run before we could spread the word about our meeting.

Oliver, who had received magic power from the Emperor’s assassin.

And me, who had acquired his secret technique.

Both our faces turned pale.

Of course, my face was originally white.

==

The Emperor was dead.

The legendary thief known as Cherin Ferang had killed the Emperor.

Since this happened after Oban VanKloss reappeared, talking about punishment for the Empire, the Empire was turned upside down.

Afterward, the Sword Saint personally brought and displayed Oban VanKloss’s severed head, but the unsettled atmosphere showed no signs of calming.

However, the Empire wasn’t a weak country that would collapse just because its master died.

No one.

Even criminals didn’t dare make rash moves.

Anyone who acted out now would be completely shattered.

Neighboring countries also rushed to express condolences for the Empire’s tragedy, and groveled saying they would catch and arrest this Cherin Ferang person.

It was such a complicated situation.

But, despite this situation, I had an urgent matter to attend to.

An important matter that required the help of those around me.

==

The Vice President of the Imperial Bank.

Among the eight vice presidents, the one who was good at following the bank president’s line and was called “Bell” by his subordinates.

Jemun Arman.

He spat out a curse in frustration.

“Damn it, who do these bastards think I am, ordering me around…”

Among today’s work documents, there was a note.

A note with two rings drawn on it was from Two Rings.

It was the rogue guild he had hired for the assassination of “Obern Grimoire.”

“I was about to quit this job anyway…”

Jemun Arman had become incredibly wealthy.

He might be even richer than the president of the Imperial Bank. After all, he had obtained the enormous sum of ten thousand gold coin.

He was planning to buy a fertile estate by the sea and live a life of luxury.

But a message came from Two Rings.

It said someone suspected to be Obern Grimoire had come, but they wanted direct confirmation before killing him.

The intent was obvious, so he sent his secretary.

But the secretary didn’t return, and only a note arrived.

“They want more money, that’s it.”

The actions of rogue guilds were predictable.

It was blackmail, asking for additional success fees separate from the request payment.

But they wouldn’t dare touch the vice president of the Imperial Bank.

And they wouldn’t know that he had obtained such an enormous sum of ten thousand coin.

He thought they would be happy with another 1,000 silver coin.

Rather than being constantly bothered, it would be better to just give it to them and end it.

Eventually, Vice President Jemun took a 1,000 coin promissory note and headed to the lower street.

Wearing an inconspicuous navy blue robe, he headed to his destination.

The destination was a salon.

‘Charred Rose Salon Branch 2?’

A low-class salon that’s vulgar from its name to its appearance. Thinking so, he knocked on the door.

Soon someone poked their head out.

“I have an appointment…”

“Please come in.”

The big man opened the door as soon as he saw Jemun.

The vice president clicked his tongue. The doorkeeper even knew his face.

Well, it didn’t matter since he was planning to leave the imperial capital anyway.

As he walked to the inner room.

“Ah, you’ve arrived.”

A henchman with two ring tattoos on his forehead greeted him.

“Who do you think I am, ordering me to come here! Is the person in charge here?”

Vice President Jemun took a strong approach.

With rough types like these, one had to press down firmly to make them listen.

“Oh my, I’m the new guild master. Let’s go in together.”

“…What? What?”

New guild master?

He hadn’t heard about that.

“Yes, I’m Pandang.”

Pandang linked arms with Jemun and entered the room.

There was someone tied to a chair inside.

It wasn’t Obern Grimoire.

It was Vice President Jemun’s secretary.

“What are you doing… Kuheok!”

Something pale struck Jemun’s abdomen.

It was a white snake.

The snake placed its tail on the back of Jemun’s hand as he slumped to the floor.

A strange voice echoed in his head.

‘Give me my money back.’

“Kuheu, wha-what.”

Whack!

The snake swung its tail again.

‘If you quietly give me back my bomb money, I’ll kill you painlessly. If not, I’ll kill you painfully.’

“Kueoeoek!”

Jemun couldn’t properly understand the situation.

The snake was beating him up while people watched.

Though he didn’t know it.

This moment today was the moment when the richest snake in the Empire was born.