Chapter 239

Jumbled
The door of the capsule opened and Ming Hu stepped out. After exiting the capsule, Ming Hu opened the door and was about to walk out when he had a sudden thought and turned back to look at the capsule.
“Hmmm…”
Ming Hu furrowed his brow slightly, muttering to himself as he pondered something.
“How are you doing…?”
After the conversation with Minhyung, and some experimentation afterward, it became clear that Myung-hoo was an NPC, an Alcandeum Golem, or Rafid.
As an NPC, neither an item nor a pet, Lafydd could not be summoned back and would remain a “legend” even if he logged out, so Ming Hu left him in his current mansion in Asren.
“Oh, but why do I feel so anxious…”
I had told the butler, but I was still quite anxious. Of course, the anxiety here wasn’t about Rapid.
“You’re not going to tear down the mansion…”
Rafid had 500 million health and 300,000 strength. He was in no danger. It was the mansion that Ming Hu was worried about. Worried that Rafid might accidentally destroy the mansion, Ming Hu turned his attention back to the capsule. He was worried, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be there all the time.
“…If it gets destroyed, I’ll rebuild it.”
Plus, to be honest, I didn’t care if the mansion got smashed. Gold is plentiful and overflowing. If it got destroyed, I could just rebuild it.
Sigh
“I’m going to go wash up.”
With that, Myung-hoo turned away from the capsule and went into the bathroom to take a shower, remembering his promise to Ji-yeon.
* * * * *
“Wow… This is my room?”
“Yes, sir.”
Rafid’s question was answered by the butler next to him, who looked at Rafid with a wry smile.
“Wow… That’s big.”
At the butler’s reply, Lafydd let out another exclamation of admiration and looked around the room, then began walking toward the massive bed at the front of the room.
“…”
Rafid arrived at the bed, looked around, and shook his head.
“Master, is there a problem…?”
Seeing Rafid’s frown, the chancellor asked. Rafid, who had been looking at the bed, turned around and looked at the chancellor.
“Can I move my bed?”
“…Haha. Yes, of course you can move it.”
When I asked him what he was scratching his head about, it was the position of the bed. The vicar smiled and continued.
“Let me know and I’ll move it…”
But the rector couldn’t finish his sentence.
“…”
The smile that had been on the butler’s face quickly faded. The smile was gone, and in its place was surprise. The butler looked at Rafid in surprise.
“Oops.”
In Rafid’s hand was a bed. The butler rubbed his eyes and looked at Rafid again, wondering if he was looking at the wrong thing. But he wasn’t; the bed was still in Rafid’s hand.
“Hehe, leave it here!”
Soon, Lapid, who was carrying the bed, walked over and set it down, muttering to himself. Roused from his mumbling, the Butler walked over to Lapid and smiled.
“Master. You’re really strong.”
Of course, it wasn’t a natural smile. A six-year-old lifting a bed dozens of times his height with one hand is not a natural smile.
“Hehe, not as much as my dad.”
Setting the bed down, Rafid turned around at the butler’s words and smiled broadly.
“…”
At Rafid’s words, the Deacon was speechless. He didn’t know what to say here.
Duribun Duribun
When the Deacon didn’t speak, Lafydd shook his head, looked around the room again, and then opened his mouth to speak.
“Me, sir.”
“Ah, yes. Master.”
“Show me the other places!”
The curious look on Lafydd’s face made the butler smile again. She was unusually strong, but a child is a child, he thought.
“Is there anywhere you’d like to see?”
“Well…”
The butler’s question made Rafid ponder. After some thought, Lafydd looked at the Butler and said, “I’ve decided where I’m going.
“Dad’s room!”
“…You mean the Count’s chambers?”
Rafid’s question was met with a slightly embarrassed look from the Deacon.
“Yes, why not?”
Lafydd nodded in response to the Archdeacon’s counter-question, seeing the puzzled look on the Archdeacon’s face.
“Oh, no, that’s not…”
Hurt by Lafydd’s words, the Patriarch thought for a moment, then continued.
“The Count’s chambers are there… He’s never been in it.”
“Dad’s never been in your room?”
“Yes.”
“Wow… Dad must be really busy.”
Lafydd let out another exclamation of admiration at the butler’s words.
“But I want to see it!”
“Yes, I see, this way.”
At Lafydd’s words, the butler smiled and nodded, and began to walk ahead of the group toward Minghu’s chambers.
“This is the place.”
Ming Hu’s chamber was not far from Rafid’s. Rather, it was close. After a short walk, the butler stopped in front of Minghu’s chamber and said, “Come in. The butler grabbed the doorknob to open the door.
That was the moment.
“Wait a minute.”
At Rafid’s words, the butler stopped what he was doing and looked at Rafid. As the Butler looked at him, Rafid opened his mouth to speak.
“Is this… Dad’s room?”
“Yes.”
The Deacon nodded in response to Rafid’s question. He looked at Rafid, who had a puzzled expression on his face, and continued, “What’s wrong?
“Is there a problem…?”
“Oh, no!”
At Rafid’s reply, the butler opened the door.
Profit
The door opened, and as the butler stepped inside, Rafid followed.
Swoosh swoosh
Once inside, Rafid shook his head as he looked around the room and began to stare at different parts of the room.
“….My rector.”
He shook his head and called for the butler.
“Yes, sir.”
“Are there any people coming in and out of here?”
“…?”
The Butler looked at Rafid with a puzzled expression as he spoke, then shook his head and answered Rafid’s question.
“No. The Count’s chambers are the most important part of the manor. Not just anyone is allowed in there. You are the only one who is currently allowed in the Count’s chambers.”
“…And the person who cleans it?”
“The Count’s room has a Clean Magic Circle installed.”
“…”
His eyes darted from place to place once more, and the butler opened his mouth once more to ask what was wrong.
“Is there a problem…?”
“Oh, well. There’s someone hiding in here.”
“…What?”
Rafid’s words caused the vicar to panic.
“Does lurking here mean you’re lurking with bad intentions?”
Rafid said, staring into the corner of the room. The Butler realized he was talking to himself and looked at the corner Rafid was staring at, but to the Butler, it was just a corner.
‘Are you kidding…? Are you trying to hit me?
The butler opened his mouth to speak, wondering if Rafid was playing a prank.
“Yes, hiding here, in the Count’s chambers… It’s not something you should do.”
“Right, hehe.”
Lafydd smiled broadly at the Deacon’s words and began to make his way to the corner. The Deacon shook his head at Lafydd’s behavior, but when Lafydd reached the corner and what followed, the Deacon was greatly surprised.
Siaak
A man in his mid-30s with a long scar on his cheek emerged from an empty corner of the room.
“What a brat! If I knew, I would have run away! Cackle, the Count’s son.”
As he emerged, he stretched out his hand toward Rafid and exclaimed.
“Oh, no!”
The butler’s attention was caught by the man reaching for Rafid and he began to run, but only for a moment before he was forced to stop again.
Jaw
Rafid grabbed the hand of the man reaching for him.
“…Huh?”
She hadn’t expected her hand to be grabbed, and when it was, she panicked a bit. She thought the child had it anyway, so she tried to pull her hand away.
“…Huh?”
But the hand didn’t come off. Sana looked at Rafid with a puzzled expression.
“Butler, he’s not from my manor, is he?”
Grasping the man’s hand, Lafydd stared at him and asked the butler.
“Ah, yes. Master.”
Rafid’s question was answered with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. Lafydd smiled broadly at the butler’s response and lifted the man up.
“Huh? Huh?”
Having floated up out of thin air, Sana could not help but panic. Sana looked at Rafid with a puzzled expression. It was obviously a child. That’s why he couldn’t believe what was happening now.
“Yay!”
Rafid tossed the man he’d lifted into the air into the opposite corner.
“Aaaahhh!”
Rafid’s throw quickly flew to the opposite corner, where it hit the wall.
Puck!
“Crack!”
“Ugh!”
Two screams echoed through the room as the man slammed into the wall. The butler watched in bewilderment as the man emerged from the wall he had hit. Lafydd approached the two men on the floor and opened his mouth to speak.
“Hehe, I’m sure Dad will praise you.”