Chapter 116
Mehen didn’t despair after reading the article. He remained calm and collected as he wrote his complaint.
‘This day was bound to come.’
He’d been preparing himself for this ever since Valar had started calling him “honey” everywhere, and while it hadn’t come without a blow…
but at least he didn’t make the mistake of panicking and forgetting what he needed to do.
It’s all about how quickly and well you react to something like this.
‘I don’t forgive.’
A complaint filed with the intention of getting even somehow.
Thanks to Mehen’s connections and Halbern’s power, the court expedited the process.
The next day, when the complaint landed on his desk from the court, Valar laughed out loud.
“Ahahahaha.”
“Is it good, is it good?”
Mehen’s fists clenched as he watched Valar laugh like he was going to die.
“Oh, my God. Really…”
Valar, who had been laughing until he was in tears at how much fun he’d had, whined out of the corner of his eye.
“Honey, this is too much. Have we really been this dull?”
“We’re as far apart as you can get.”
“Ah.”
“Oh, come on. At least not to the point where I hear ‘honey’. I told you not to call me that, didn’t I?”
“Puh-huh-.”
For some reason, Valar laughed again. While Mehen genuinely contemplated, “Kill him or let him live?
Valar handed the complaint back to Mehen.
“Do whatever you want. Damages? I’ll pay you whatever you want.”
“…”
“Half of my fortune is yours anyway, isn’t it?”
‘No, you asshole.’
Mehen lunged for the fountain pen, and Valar dodged it all, laughing all the while.
The vassals and users of Halbern, sensing this unfunny spectacle, began to chant…
“There you go, arguing again.”
“You two are so close.”
“Married couples fight with knives.”
He nodded, as if he was used to this kind of uproar.
The Halbern manor all turned into one.
“We’re not a couple!”
Mehen cut through his boiling stomach.
“That bastard…”
Then, the only one on Mehen’s side.
Arellin patted Mehen on the back with her tiny, fern-like hand.
“Mommy.”
“Arel!”
“I think Dad is more excited because Mehen is so responsive.”
“Then…”
“But I think he’ll call you honey even if you ignore him.”
“…”
The answer is set, and you can’t escape it!
Valar is going to do what he wants to do anyway.
Mehen gritted his teeth.
“I guess assassination is the only answer.”
But it’s Valar.
He’s a man who can’t be stopped by brute force.
In the end, only Mehen’s insides burst.
“Ohh!”
Mehen took out his frustration on the newspapers and their reporters.
The newspaper owner and the reporter, who had just gotten off the high of the Halbern scandal, were about to spit out their astronomical rewards.
The news of the big settlement also put to rest the rumors that had begun to circulate on the street.
A few people still chattered frantically about the two men, but they were completely silenced by the complaint.
Mehen defended his honor with hundreds of complaints.
***
The court battle between the Archduke of Halbern and the Halbern deputy was dragging on, with the Archduke’s indifference and the deputy’s lack of motivation.
She heard that halfway through, the Duke of Sperom reached out to Mehen to help.
Mehen wrote a letter of complaint against the Duke of Sperom as well, saying, “Is it because you and Valar are so close that you haven’t responded to my advances?”
Oh, what can she say?
“That sucks.”
In the end, it became a fun and entertaining situation for the onlookers.
While Mehen struggled, her father didn’t seem to mind.
On the contrary.
“Sticker fell off.”
His attention was elsewhere.
“Put it back on, daughter.”
“Again?”
Since that first sticker, he’d come running up to her every time the sticker ran out of adhesive and fell off.
She never realized the impact of this sticker would be so great. In just a few days, thanks to her father, the capital’s social scene had a new fad.
“Can you stop wearing it now?”
Father looked at her, his eyes drooping. Ugh.
“Where’s the sticker that fell off.”
“I saved them.”
“You didn’t throw them away? Why?”
Without answering, her father rolled his eyes.
Why would you save them…?
She nervously stuck <Try harder!> sticker on his cheek, and he chuckled approvingly.
No, why does he have to wear this sticker when everyone else wears pretty cardboard ones?
“Don’t you think you’d be better off doing something else?”
“I like this.”
The sticker fad was catching on, and not only was the parenting group covering their faces with the stickers she’d given them, but the occupants of the manor were also wearing one on each cheek.
The most popular group, she was told, is the albemain class (wealthy commoners), who are taking the trend even further because it’s cheap and colorful.
Face painting was also a huge trend, with people who couldn’t afford stickers opting to have their cheeks painted instead…
“Arel, that’s too much!”
She was told by the twins who came to visit.
“Why didn’t you tell us about such a good business idea first?!”
“It’s too bad, Arel, we could have, and you took it away from us again!”
She didn’t even know that shit was a thing.
“Oh, my tummy hurts. We could have been one step ahead!”
“Father took it away from me!”
What seemed to be a fad in the capital city has started to spread to the common people, and now there are signs of it catching on in other cities.
Why on earth…?
She tried to understand, but she couldn’t. She guesses they don’t have the same taste as the rest of the world.
“We have a business to run.”
“I mean.”
The twins, who had spent ten minutes asking about her health, frowned as soon as they realized she was fine.
The series of dragon byproducts is hitting all-time highs in domel auctions.
She also learned the less-than-pleasant news that the twins who bought the dragon byproducts from her were planning to start a new business with the wish power they received from Duke Sperom.
“So Arel, I need you to take charge and help them.”
“Do what?”
“We’re going into business!”
“So, what?”
What does she need to help with?
Despite her repeated counter-questions, the twins only insisted that she must help.
It was Pession who defeated the twins.
Pession, who had brought a new birdcage-shaped music box from the tower as a gift for Arellin, firmly shooed the twins away.
“Shut up, you two. Get out.”
But does anyone know why this music box plays the Super Mario theme song?
“Huh? I thought you said you were looking for someone who knows the theme song.”
“They’re looking for someone who knows this song.”
‘I’ll have to be more… careful.’
Matap’s obsession is overwhelming.
‘Forget me, forget me.’
“Arellin.”
“Uh, huh?”
Pession, who always called her Arellin, was suddenly calling her seriously, and it made her nervous.
“Did you eat your three meals on time?”
“Maybe?”
“Did you sleep on time?”
“Maybe…?”
“Why are you sick again? You got sick with my permission. Are you going to get sick on your own accord again?”
Is that her permission?
She was dumbfounded, but when she saw the moist look in Pession’s eyes, she shut her mouth.
Something didn’t feel right.
“Arellin.”
Why does he call her that?
What was he going to do again?
“The Sixth Arellin Health Doctor has come to a conclusion.”
“What’s that?”
“It seems that Arellin needs more muscle.”
“What?”
“If your mind falls apart, if you have muscles, you can hold on with your muscles!”
What? What does that mean?
“Arellin has a bit of depression, doesn’t she?”
Pession pulled out a new workout plan.
So.
To explain Pession’s argument…
“What’s good for depression?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for low energy?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for improving lethargy?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for improving physical ability?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for improving insomnia?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for improving posture?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for prolonging life?”
“Exercise.”
Pession smiled brightly.
“Let’s exercise, Arel!”
“Ha.”
This crazy Hellspear worldview.
How far will you stretch the universe?
