You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿ - Chapter 141

System Warning
The system reminds user âJeong Da-onâ of the transaction.
 

The loud noise ringing in my ears caused me to open my eyes.
â¦I didnât know the system message could trigger a warning sound.
It would make a great alarm for waking up, though.
âIs it really necessary to be so loud during the transaction? Should I just forget about it and escape on my own?â
âGood deeds will bring blessingsâ quest is in progress.
 

Thankfully, the system quickly responded.
It seems the system doesnât trust me much, considering itâs causing such a ruckus.
ââ¦Impatient.â
From the system's perspective, S-rank hunters, who should have been reliable, rushed in but were all bewitched.
It must be frustrating.

The heroes came to save the sleeping warrior: a swordsman, a magician, and a fairyâbut all that remained was the demon king in hiding!
âBy the way, others aside, Iâm a bit confused about Han Jae-young.â
Since he has the blood of a fairy, I thought his mental barrier would be stronger than a humanâs, and heâd last longer.

âWell, it canât be helped, those already caught are beyond saving.â
I expected from the beginning that clearing this wouldnât be easy.
Margarita is clearly at the level of a grand magician, comparable to my past self, if not exactly me.
It's almost laughable that sheâs only a mere S-rank golem. She could easily be SS-rank, I think.
Perhaps the system lowered her rank intentionally to reduce the difficulty of the clear reward?

The system determines appropriate difficulty based on userâs progress.
The system quickly displayed a message in response to my suspicious gaze.
â...Well, fine. Itâs not like thereâs no gap.â
I looked around.

What I saw was a bright, beautiful white palace.
It was also a familiar sight.
It was the palace where the former emperor... Margarita had lived.
Once, it had been my home too.
âThis is Margaritaâs mental world, huh.â
Incantation magic is both the strongest type of magic a magician can use and the most desperate wish that scrapes the bottom of their soul.
The giant clam that swallowed me manifested the shape of what a magicianâs soul desires, bringing it into reality.
So, I had intentionally allowed myself to be swallowed into this mental world.

âItâs not easy to break a domain thatâs been controlled for this long from the outside. Iâll have to break it from within.â
Dragging enemies into your own mental world inevitably comes with risk.
It means swallowing them into the fragile soul that has no physical shell.
Of course, if I were to be consumed and have my mana drained, that would be the end of me.
And honestly, given my current stats, it wouldn't be surprising if Margarita devoured me right away...
The system is protecting user âJeong Da-onâ.
The condition I had set for this transaction:
If I encountered a golem, my soul must be prioritized for protection.
âIt was a precaution, but it worked.â

The system was diligently carrying out this condition.
Something glowing like fairy dust surrounded my body.
The system, as a collective intelligence, had the authority to protect me.
Until this power dissipates, my soul is shielded.
The system is making every effort for human survival.
Time remaining until defense release: 00:49:44
 

Of course, the system isnât all-powerful.
Since this dungeon hasnât been cleared, the system canât do much more to protect me.

So, within the remaining time, I have to break through this mental world and escape.
The problem is how to do that...
It was then.

âAh, thisâ¦â
I saw a sight I wasnât eager to see.
âLucy, Lucy!â

A small child, no taller than my waist, was excitedly running down the palace hallway.
Behind the child, attendants were chasing urgently.
âYou shouldnât be running like that, Your Highness!â
I watched the attendants chasing after the child.
This wasnât just a memory from the mental world.

ââ¦Theyâve been bewitched too.â
Just like Yoo Han-ul, those who had been swallowed into Margaritaâs mental world were acting as attendants.
As the clam digests foreign substances over time to create pearls, they were slowly blending into this mental world, becoming part of Margarita.
If I didnât escape within the time limit, Iâd end up like them, consumed by this mental world.

The child, ignoring the attendants' pleas, ran up and hugged someoneâs back as they walked down the hall.
âLucy! Youâre back!â
âOh, Rita.â

The person, familiar with the child, lifted her up and hugged her.
Silver hair, long and flowing past her shoulders, shimmered in the light. Her reddish eyes blinked.
It was Orbis.

âUgh.â
Seeing her after so long made me want to vomit.
And since this was from Margaritaâs perspective, there was something shining around Orbis, making it even more disgusting.
âWell, sheâs her mother, so I guess it canât be helped.â

Margarita tightly gripped the hem of her dress, looking at her mother.
Lucy was too harsh. You should ask her not to exile me.
 
It must have been not long after I scolded her.
Being a child, she probably didnât understand what I was saying at the time.
She didnât know how politically and violently her words could be interpreted.

If itâs my mother... sheâll listen to me.
 
Determined, Margarita quietly approached, lowering her steps.
But only for a moment.
âLucy, come here.â

âWhat, now⦠Ah.â
âHahaha!â
Splash!

Orbis splashed water at me, bursting into laughter.
Margarita, who had been approaching, quickly hid herself.
She must not have seen me standing by the fountain.
âWhy do you always fall for this?â

Orbis laughed, teasing.
Her voice was unusually sweet.
I heard Margaritaâs inner voice clearly.
Iâve never seen my mother laugh like that.
The memory recreated from Margaritaâs point of view made me frown.

âThis late in life, and youâre still playing such childish tricks. Stop it.â

âOh, this is the joy of my life. How can you tell me to stop?â
âIs joy really that scarce? How many concubines do you have in the capital?â

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âOh, having concubines isnât for my enjoyment, itâs for the citizensâ enjoyment. I throw the Emperorâs lovers out as food for them.â
Now that I think about it, this wasnât a conversation for a child to hear.

ââ¦If they heard that, theyâd cry.â
âThey already cry every day, begging me not to leave. Itâs so boring. Even becoming emperor isnât all that.â
Orbis lightly touched the surface of the water, reflecting the moonlight.

âI still find peace when Iâm with you, my little brother.â
âI find you annoying. Donât bother me, pay attention to Margarita. She barely survived.â
Suddenly, Margaritaâs name made her stiffen.

But only for a moment.
âWho would compare you to a child?â
Her words struck me like a knife in the heart.

With a gentle tone, Orbis... stabbed my heart once again.
âChildren can be replaced, but you canât be remade, Lucy.â
ââ¦What kind of nonsense is that?â

I tried to say something, but Margarita, shocked, didnât properly hear me.
âThis wasnât something a child should have heard.â
I didnât expect this.
The child turned away, crying.
Attendants followed, and one of the maids kindly comforted Margarita.

âDonât worry, Margarita.â
âHow can I not worry!â
Margarita screamed, struggling.

âMy mother might really exile me. She said if I have another child, itâll be fine⦠Am I really that wrong?â
The child clung to the maid's sleeve, looking up with desperate eyes.
âI aimed well, and if I hurt them, I treated them. The clothes I burned, I gave them fine silk to remake.â

âItâs an honor.â
âAnd yes, yes! If I made them my sparring partner, I even gave them precious gold buttons. I didnât force them, they volunteered to help me!â
She was trying to justify her actions.
The maids simply bowed their heads, all agreeing to calm her.

âYes, of course. We were happy to receive the fine cloth and gold.â
âThanks to you, our families didnât go hungry.â
âYou are a noble by birth. Itâs only natural to want to help.â

âExactly!â
Margarita glared at the attendants, who were trying to calm her down.
âYou serve me, donât you? And Iâve given you appropriate compensation, right?â

âYes, thatâs correct.â
âThen⦠this is all your fault, isnât it?â
The arrows flew back to their source.

The attendants realized that the young masterâs fury was directed at them, and their faces turned pale.
â...We were wrong!â
They all knelt before the furious mistress.

It was no small matter to upset herâdeath was inevitable if they irritated her.
I looked at them.
Those who had been swallowed into Margaritaâs mental world.
They had mostly lost their identities.
ââ¦No, why me.â

Finally, one of the attendants looked up, confusion and injustice flashing on his face.
âI didnât do anythingâ¦â
I lit up my eyes.

âFound you.â
And that was the key I had been searching for.
To burn this preordained play to the ground.