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Chapter 94-95: Takatsuki Makoto speaks to the Boss of the Mafia
writer:Believers Goddess – The Weakes      update:2022-07-20 17:45
  A man with a strong presence was sitting at the chair right in the middle.

  He had a big scar on his face.

  (Scar in his face. Scarface…? That’s the Head Don of the Castor Family, right?) (Makoto)

  You said he wouldn’t be here, Fuji-yan.

  I glanced at my friend, and his face was stiff.

  Was it unexpected for Fuji-yan too?

  “Brother! This is my family which I am proud of!” (Peter)

  Peter guides Sa-san and I to our seats with a smile.

  Looks like for Peter, family is not a family with bloodties, but the whole mafia.

  The mafia has close ties with members of their own family, and I heard that they don’t allow the ridiculing of their comrades.

  I have to be careful with my words…


  “Brother, who are the two over there?” (Peter)

  “My friend Fuji-yan and Nina-san.” (Makoto)

  “My name’s Fujiwara. Nice to meet you-desu zo.” (Fuji)

  “N-Nice to meet you, I am Nina.” (Nina)

  “Yeah, nice to meet you. I am Peter. Now now, come sit here.” (Peter)

  I sit at a chair that is as comfortable as the ones in the royal castle.

  In this place where we are surrounded by stern-looking members of the mafia, a blonde refreshing man invited us to have a drink.

  Is that the eldest son of the Castor household?

  His looks are that of a young man though.

  “…I am Jenova Castor. My idiotic son has been in your care, Hero-dono.” (Jenova)

  The voice of the Boss was low, but it travelled well. How masculine.

  “N-No, it isn’t much.” (Makoto)

  So they really do know that I am a Hero, huh.

  Even so, the presence of Peter’s father is crazy.

  “Father, I have reflected on it already…” (Peter)

  Peter is scratching his head.

  This father and son don’t resemble each other much.

  “Today, we are having the best chefs of Highland cook with the best ingredients of Highland. We have also prepared the finest of women. Have fun. Ah, right. I am late in my introductions. I am Jack Castor.” (Jack)

  The refreshing blonde guy of before.

  So he really is the eldest son.

  Everyone from the mafia followed suit and began to introduce themselves in a free fashion.

  “I am the no.1 knife user of the family.” “If it is about push-ups, I am number one in the family.” “If it is about techniques in seeing through deceptions, leave it to me.” “I haven’t counted the women I have slept with since the hundreds.”


  They were often boasting.

  Well, that much is fine, but…


  “…I killed around 10 at the dispute of before.”


  “I can crush the head of a human with my bare hands…”


  What’s with that, that’s scary.

  …No good. This is impossible!

  They really are the mafia!

  I am no good at dealing with even my yankee classmates! These people are impossible for me!

  From what I see, the hands of Fuji-yan and Nina-san have stopped moving from their plates.

  (Sorry, Sa-san. Bringing you to a place like this…) (Makoto)

  I used Perspective Change to look at Sa-san by my side, and…


  “Waah~, what’s this? Oooh! This is tasty~!” (Aya)

  She was enjoying the food like crazy.

  Sa-san has nerves of steel.

  You guys! The guests are getting scared here! Don’t go saying weird stuff!” (Jack)

  Seeing that we are not eating anything (aside from Sa-san), the eldest son, Jack-san, shouted at the subordinates.

  “““““I am sorry!”””””


  Looks like Jack-san can’t be judged by his looks alone either…


  He looks normal at a glance, but him changing his face to a mafioso one is similar to that of Peter.

  “Sorry. These guys were really excited at being able to meet the rumoured Hero-sama.” (Jack)

  He changed back to his refreshing face in an instant and apologized to us.

  What a fast change.

  “O-Okay…” (Makoto)

  I meekly nodded.

  When I finally managed to direct my eyes to the food, it was indeed extravagant.

  “Takatsuki-kun, look look! This is foie gras!” (Aya)

  “Sa-san, don’t speak while eating.” (Makoto)

  There’s caviar-looking delicacies, and there were a whole lot of high class liquors that you definitely wouldn’t ever see at your regular bar.

  And then, when I opened a bottle, a beautiful woman poured it for me.

  When I glanced at her, she smiled at me.

  She is wearing even more risque clothes than Lucy.

  I can’t relax.

  “Takatsuki-kun, you are fidgeting.” (Aya)

  “You are way too calm, Sa-san.” (Makoto)

  We converse in a low voice.

  “Man, to think Brother was a Hero. You said you were an adventurer, so you had me completely fooled!” (Peter)

  “I am sorry for hiding it, Peter.” (Makoto)

  I answered feeling slightly awkward, but Peter doesn’t seem to mind it.

  “That’s the Hero, huh.” “Doesn’t look like it.” “But the rumors say he defeated the Lightning Hero.” “That mad wolf, Geralt…?” “He is an otherworlder after all.”


  I can hear the people whispering.

  So Heroes are a rare sight even for the mafia, huh.

  “I heard you defeated that Geralt brat.” (Jenova)

  Oh, a question from the Boss.

  Gotta be careful here.

  If I remember correctly, Geralt-san’s household, the Valentine Household, is in good relations with the Castor household.

  “That was simply luck.” (Makoto)

  “Oi oi, Brother. You can’t defeat Bro Geralt with luck. Ain’t that right, Bro Jack?” (Peter)

  “Yeah. Geralt was the strongest warrior in Highland before the Light Hero appeared.” (Jack)

  That was just the Spirit Magic going out of control!

  Kuh! I want to explain, but would it sound like sarcasm?!

  Anyways, it seems like Peter and Jack-san are close to Geralt-san.

  Maybe due to relations between families?

  The nobles and mafia are totally close to each other then…


  “There’s a lot of times when they would come ask for ‘advice’ when there’s people that go against the Valentine household though…” (Jenova)

  Jenova-san mutters.

  ““““……””””


  The four of us got tense.

  T-This is…


  So we really shouldn’t have come!

  “It is rare that Bartolomeo-dono hasn’t said anything to us.” (Jenova)

  “I-Is that so.” (Makoto)

  Bartolomeo Valentine, the Grand Duke.

  The father of Geralt, and one of the Five Sacred Nobles.

  He was glaring at me like crazy in yesterday’s meeting.

  He most definitely hates me…


  “Father, the Valentine Household is a family of proud knights. I’ve heard it was a one-on-one match against the Water Country’s Hero-dono. He wouldn’t get back at him from the shadows.” (Jack)

  Jack-san refutes softly.

  “Right.” (Jenova)

  Jenova-san says, somewhat unamused.

  Aah, I can’t calm down.

  The scar on the Boss’s face has so much presence it is scary.

  Can’t it be healed with magic?

  While I was thinking that…


  My shoulder was tapped.

  (Takki-dono, the scar in Jenova-dono’s face was when he was defeated in a mafia dispute in his young days. Because of that, talks about his scar are taboo-desu zo.) (Fuji)

  (O-Okay. I will be careful. Thanks, Fuji-yan.) (Makoto)

  Fuji-yan whispers in my ear.

  I didn’t know.

  I might have slipped.

  That was close, that was close.

  “Ah, old man, that scar on your face is amazing.” (Aya)

  Wah?!

  Sa-san! What are you saying?!