Chapter 41: The Hero’s Letter part 1
Misha was a nervous wreck.
This crisis had sprung up far too abruptly. He hadn’t prepared a single excuse, and his mind had gone completely blank. After a long, agonizing pause, he could only swallow hard and stammer, “I… well, actually I…”
Lance remained silent.
Meeting the Hero’s inquiring gaze, Misha grew even more flustered. “About this letter… it’s just… it’s…”
Ahhh! How is he supposed to explain this?!
He reflected that people really shouldn’t lie; after all, no one knows when the karma from a lie will strike. And today… today seemed to be his day of reckoning.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He was on the verge of simply turning around and bolting while the Hero wasn’t looking.
But then, Lance looked at his expression and let out a soft “Ah,” as if he had realized something.
Misha suppressed the panic in his heart and asked with a trembling voice, “You… Lord Lance, what’s wrong?”
Lance sighed.
“You don’t have to push yourself so hard,” Lance said.
Misha: “?”
“For you, the area around the Demon King’s City is still too dangerous.”
Misha: “??”
“Next time you want to go scouting for a path, take me with you.”
Misha: “????”
The Hero had suddenly expressed a desire to go to the Demon King’s City, yet Misha felt no joy—only an unspeakable awkwardness and anxiety.
He realized the Hero had likely connected this to the time he was caught outside Sky City. Back then, Misha had sneaked out to find Ashby, but ran into Lance upon his return. To prevent Lance from getting suspicious, he had spouted some nonsense about going out to scout a path for the Hero.
At the time, the Hero had been deeply moved. Ever since, Lance had labored under the impression that Misha had sacrificed a great deal of time and made significant contributions to the cause.
Evidently, the Hero was misunderstanding things again today.
Misha felt like he had dodged a bullet. He could only nod nervously and quickly change the subject. “Let’s hurry up and deliver these letters!”
He was terrified that if the Hero thought about it any longer, he might snap out of it and realize that nothing about this situation made sense.
Fortunately, at this moment, the Hero’s heart was filled only with unspeakable gratitude.
Lance picked up another letter, intending to sort it by region, but Misha was faster. He began categorizing the mountain of mail at lightning speed, rapidly separating the areas they needed to visit. He had to ensure the Hero didn’t rummage through the pile and find any more surprises.
After all, over the past three years, even though Misha had been idle, he had sent quite a few letters out.
Although the odds of such a coincidence happening twice were low, Misha was still terrified.
Lance was amazed by Misha’s high efficiency. He could only occasionally help hand over a letter, while secretly tucking his own letter into his satchel.
Most of the addresses in this mountain of mail were within Sky City, and the recipients appeared to be ordinary people. Aside from the sheer volume, Misha couldn’t fathom why this quest was rated SSS difficulty.
He finished sorting the regions and decided to start with the outskirts of Sky City—it was closest, and there happened to be a few other guild commissions nearby.
Misha stood up, filled a satchel from the storeroom with letters, and shoved it into Lance’s arms. He grabbed another satchel for himself and was about to squat down to load it when Lance frowned and stopped him.
“Wait a moment,” Lance said. “This is too inefficient.”
Misha turned back in confusion.
“Even if we don’t eat or sleep, it would take us months to deliver this many letters.” Lance looked up at the mountain of mail before him. “The Sky City post station is severely understaffed. This isn’t something a few adventurer commissions can alleviate.”
Misha didn’t quite understand what Lance meant.
They had already accepted the commission. If they didn’t deliver the mail, the mission would fail!
Lance began to ponder. “How many unemployed succubi does Ashby have over there?”
Misha: “…”
Wait, he was getting a bad feeling about this.
“Even if they want to open a shop, they don’t need that many succubi,” Lance nodded to himself. “Oh, right. Ashby is the ‘King’ of the Succubi. That means apart from those in the Demon Realm, all succubi in the world have to obey his command, right?”
Misha: “…”
Lance: “Succubi might not have horns, but the wings are definitely real.”
Misha: “…What are you planning to do?”
Lance: “I just thought of a solution that solves the problem once and for all.”
Misha: “…”
He was really starting to panic now!!!
Lance found the Lord of Sky City and the administrator and had a talk with them regarding the backlog of mail.
The mail backlog had long been one of Sky City’s intractable headaches. They were more than happy to recruit new staff. As for the wages, they agreed to settle everything according to the benefits package Lance had calculated.
After all, the trade deal with the Dwarves was bringing massive profits to Sky City; it was time they used that money to restore normal operations. The figures Lance proposed weren’t unacceptable, so the Lord simply signed the document.
Then, the Lord watched helplessly as Lance produced another list.
Wearing his customary smile reserved for dealing with nobility, Lance said, “Please sign this one as well.”
The Lord was perplexed. He raised his monocle and leaned in, carefully counting the zeros on the list.
The figure on this bill was several times higher than the payroll he had just approved—it was practically a fortune. The Lord clearly couldn’t figure out where this debt came from, and the complex calculations made his head spin. He hesitated, looking up at Lance uncertainly. “What is this…?”
Lance: “Overtime pay for the letter carriers.”
The Lord froze.
“For the sake of delivering mail, they haven’t had a single vacation in three years.” Lance raised an eyebrow slightly. “To work so diligently, only to face the injustice of docked wages…”
The Lord coughed lightly. “In previous years… Sky City was in financial difficulty…”
Lance: “But now there is money.”
The Lord mumbled, “That is… that is true…”
“I have prepared a list of everyone who has worked as a letter carrier over these years.” Lance curled the corners of his lips into a polite but distant smile. “Fortunately, the duty rosters were preserved, so I simply calculated the compensation they are owed.”
The Lord: “But they have already left…”
Lance: “Rest assured, I can help you locate them.”
The Lord: “…”
Seeing the Lord still hesitating, Lance suddenly changed his tone.
He looked pious and respectful, tilting his head slightly toward the sky as if gazing at the ethereal, great Gods above.
“The Gods teach us that only through diligent labor may we receive our reward,” Lance said. “Could it be… that you believe the Gods are wrong?”
The Lord: “…You are right, quite right.”
How could he dare say the Gods were wrong!
Lance tapped the document on the table again and flashed a brilliant smile at the Lord.
“Sign it.”
Lance said with a smile.
Lance left the study with the documents signed by the Lord.
Misha was waiting outside, carefully calculating the time and worrying about whether Lance could finish these tasks before the deadlines for their other commissions expired.
He had seen the lists Lance wrote up earlier; the sums were enormous. Misha felt there was no way the Lord of Sky City would agree easily, and that Lance would need a long time to persuade him. He never expected Lance to walk out with signed papers so soon after entering the study.
Misha couldn’t help but ask, “It went smoothly?”
Lance smiled. “Get ready to call the succubi over.”
This matter required bothering Ashby again. Lance handed the documents to the Sky City administrator, then brought Ashby to the open ground in front of the post station warehouse. He sent the three exhausted letter carriers home to rest and set up tables and chairs, asking Ashby to find a way to summon all the nearby succubi.
And so, a once-in-a-century Succubus Assembly was convened right there in the Sky City post station.
Inside the warehouse sat two rows of neatly dressed succubi with their wings and tails tucked away. At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a gathering of a dozen handsome men and beautiful women; there was nothing particularly unusual about it.
Just as Lance was about to introduce the work to the succubi, the three letter carriers who had left returned, working together to carry a large chest.
They were visibly shocked.
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