The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

“Oooh!”

“Unbelievable!”

Those who wagered on how long a noble could endure.

That was the moment.

Squeak.

The doors of the banquet hall swung open, and knights clad in golden armor entered, shouting.

“Count Remy Borfeo has arrived.”

For a moment, silence enveloped the banquet hall.

“Darn it! I thought I had won.”

“Hahaha! It’s been two months! Gotta endure for two months!”

But soon, madness tainted the hall.

Eyes filled with discontent and curiosity turned towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

And then.

“Sir…”

The voice that should have ended echoed once more.

“Sir Demorus is entering!”

“….!”

Sir, the name was insignificant.

What mattered was what followed.

– Demorus.

And then.

“….!”

All eyes widened.

Remy had attended many parties before, but as someone from a lower district, her dresses and manners were close to appalling.

However, today, Remy was entering with such grace, displaying a stunning figure.

“Was Count Remy always this beautiful?”

Displeasure turned into greed, curiosity into admiration.

Looks were as crucial as ever.

“….Ahem.”

“Wow….”

“Oh my goodness.”

“……..!?”

Followed by exclamations bursting out one after another.

Interestingly, most of the exclaimers were young ladies or wives.

Only a few came from the mouths of men.

It felt like light was walking in.

“The author….”

Graceful strides.

Each step exuded charisma so perfectly.

There was nothing to criticize about her appearance or attire.

The one holding Remy’s hand as they entered.

“Sir… Demorus?”

All attention focused on Sir Demorus.

*

Learn how to walk first.

Remy was worried about Sein.

He knew Sein’s greatness and his lineage, but noble society was a different world from the dark alley where he lived.

Especially since Sein was from Zone 10, Chichiron.

Even if his mind was exceptional and his talent for combat was outstanding.

Learning how to speak.

Nobles will ignore you.

Even etiquette and dancing. But you move well, right? You’ll pick it up quickly.

The dark alley tended to disregard noble society.

To them, who believed strength was everything, what use were useless manners or speech?

Yet.

Just as the dark alley had its own rules, so did noble society have its own laws.

That was no different from the power of the dark alley.

They evaluated a person’s life by their walk.

Judged a person’s parents by their speech.

Assessed a person’s life by their dance.

All of it was power, it was themselves.

“At least, don’t make me feel ashamed.”

Experiencing shame was something he had gone through countless times.

But for Sein to experience shame was a different matter.

“With your mere presence, you’ll shine brightly enough. So, just align yourself to some extent.”

The higher Sein’s value was esteemed, the higher Remy’s evaluation would be.

In the end, it was Remy who invited Sein to the party.

But soon Remy realized.

“It seems like you need to adjust your steps.”

“What? Just pride…”

Sein said.

“…I was being presumptuous.”

He was truly an enigma.

Sein showed exactly what Remy had said.

It was shocking in itself.

More noble than any noble Remy had seen at the party.

No, even more. Elegance, sophistication, and charisma.

“Follow me. It might take a while since you’re not good at moving your body. I’ll help you until you get it right.”

And that’s how it is now.

“If the bloodline of the dark alley’s progeny appearing at the central party is a rare sight, how did you manage to summon the lineage of De Moraus?”

Remy truly became the protagonist.

“There is no law stating that a once-fated tragedy must end in tragedy. I believe that any noble should be prepared to embrace fate.”

“Excellent!”

Even as he said that, Lemi’s gaze was fixed on one place.

“It’s an honor to meet you. I am….”

Sein.

He truly enjoyed the party with a perfect attitude and etiquette, looking like the epitome of nobility.

He seemed more noble than anyone present.

‘Could he be from the fallen Great Empire’s aristocracy?’

Such thoughts crossed the mind.

And….

“Hahaha. It’s an honor to meet you, Sein. I am the third of Viscount Alok’s….”

Why was jealousy creeping in so strongly?

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Sein’s life, repeated countless times.

Having been a prince, a noble.

There was even a time when he was a crown prince.

‘I thought I would die of boredom back then.’

Living such a life, the quests of the Chateau were truly harsh.

To steal someone’s heart.

To step by step create a perfect dance.

It was fun because it was a game, but the memories would have been dreadful otherwise.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

“Oh, do find me again soon.”

But the experiences back then were now proving to be of great help.

The New Empire ultimately inherited the old Empire.

Their manners and laws were almost indistinguishable.

Whether nobles were a bit twisted back then or now, dealing with such people was no easy task for Sein.

“Damn, this is frustrating as hell.”

Yet, the feeling of wearing the wrong clothes persisted.

Sein stepped out onto the terrace to breathe in the air.

“……”

Accepting Lemi’s mission wasn’t solely to help Lemi.

‘The New Empire.’

The white mask.

And the curiosity about something new he didn’t yet know.

But there were no valuable individuals to be found.

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‘My expectations are foolish.’

It was a party Lemi could attend.

In a party where she was at the very bottom of the hierarchy, there was no chance of encountering a proper human being.

But at that moment.

Whish.

Sein quietly turned his body.

“You were here.”

A gentle face, which could be perceived as delicate.

However, Sein was surprised for another reason.

“Since when were you here?”

Attending the party, observing everyone, remembering their energy.

There were quite a few strong individuals, but none stood out.

However.

“Apologies for interrupting your rest, Sein Demorus. May I have a conversation with you? Would you mind?”

This man was unfamiliar to Sein’s senses and memory.

“Of course. What need is there for such a trivial rest if I can interact with nobles who work for the continent’s sake?”

Sein spoke with a mask of hypocrisy.

“You don’t seem like a figure from the Shadow District, Sein.”

“Is that so?”

“The lineage of the Shadow District tends to look down on the nobles of the center.”

“It must be due to the difference in life’s direction.”

Sein merely played along.

“Indeed. How can those who indulge in luxury and extravagance, chasing after pleasure alone, appear commendable?”

But at the following words, Sein’s eyes twitched.

This was not the rhetoric of nobility.

“I, too, find them repulsive.”

The man with open arms.

Then, a feeling like a laughing and chattering party host emerged.

“But what can be done?”

“…Pardon me.”

Sein spoke.

“May I inquire your name?”

Finally.

“Ah, I have committed a breach of etiquette. I have been remiss in my introduction.”

He found him.

“I am Carnima Beriatra.”

The real one among these impostors.

“His title is a duke.”

Duke.

Among the hundreds, thousands of nobles in the center, only a handful possessed the title.

The title exclusive to the center was that of a duke.

“Shall we continue our conversation?”

“With gratitude.”

The party ended successfully.

Even the mere presence of the vampires from the Dark Street, which was not easy to come by, made the party a grand event. By the end, it was filled with nobles who had come to hear the news belatedly.

“Oooo!”

Although the Dark Street had close ties with the central nobles.

The Land Auction and the party were entirely different contexts.

Some even thought that attending such a party would tarnish the honor of the Dark Street, so it was fair to say that their attendance was exceptional.

-Is that so?

Seine recalled the conversation with Canima.

An empty conversation.

There was nothing meaningful.

-Indeed.

However, Canima made the strongest impression at the party.

As if they knew each other.

“Thanks to you, today was a delightful time. I will see you again soon.”

“Oh, yes. Count Lemi. I have a useless territory in my 9th district. Are you interested in investing?”

“Please make sure to attend the next party as well.”

Lemi achieved what she desired.

She became the protagonist of the party.

Not only was she Seine’s partner, who was more splendid than anyone else at the party, but by inviting the Dark Street lineage, she could evolve from a monkey to a human being.

“It’s an honor.”

Lemi gracefully lifted her dress to greet.

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

The well-groomed carriage swiftly moved forward.

“Harkum! Harkum!”

Lemi, who had just been smiling, urgently called Harkum, who was now frantically acting as a coachman.

“Stop!”

The carriage stopped abruptly.

“Whoaaa!”

Barely opening the carriage door, Lemi started to vomit.

The sour smell of vomit mixed with the scent of alcohol rising up.

“Tsk.”

I noticed from the start.

From the middle of the party, Lemi was drunk.

You could tell by the wine she enjoyed.

The one with the lowest alcohol content.

“Ugh… I’m gonna die…”

Lemi liked alcohol but wasn’t good at handling it.

She only had mental strength.

With just that, she endured till the end.

“…I’m spinning. Spin.”

Leemi, who got back into the carriage, leaned against the wall and said nonchalantly,

“Hey, who in the world are you?”

“……?”

“Do you really understand the court manners of the Dark Guild so well?”

Leemi even resorted to sarcasm,

“Grow up gracefully. Before you faint.”

“Tsk.”

In response to Sein’s words, Leemi grabbed his cheeks with both hands.

“Who are you, who are you.”

Still, Sein seemed somewhat intimidating.

Or maybe the alcohol had cleared his mind a bit due to the sudden outpouring.

Although he seemed to be somewhat maintaining his composure in the carriage.

“Would you like me to carry you?”

Later, completely fallen apart, Harcum pleaded with Sein.

It would be unthinkable for a servant to touch a noble’s body so casually.

“There will be an additional bonus.”

“I will convey that.”

Sein embraced Leemi.

“Ugh. Hmm.”

Murmuring, Leemi leaned towards Sein.