Reader: Dairdre
Chapter 9—Strashed just like that

Arch told the informant he would go home after finishing a bit of business in the village. The informant nodded his head and left.

"Boston, get the village leader here!"

"Good young master." Boston went to find the village leader who was with the people.

The village leader immediately approached the Arch as Boston informed him. The village leader made a greeting first, he had to be respectful towards the nobility despite his age being older than Arch, he said, but Arch was disturbed by the nature of it so he told the village leaders not to do things like bow down every time they met.

"Are you calling me, young master?"

"I will leave the responsibility of the dungeon to you. I can't linger here, I hope the village leader can do well with the responsibility."

the village leader felt tense, giving responsibility in managing the dungeon was an arduous task.

"Just calm down, soldiers and knights will obey you. I will also send out people disguised as residents. If anything happens, report it to him. That person will directly talk to you once he gets to the village."

"Young master, I will try to carry this responsibility."

"Good, now I'm going straight home."

Boston cleaned up the luggage. The horse-drawn carriage has also come to pick up Arch. The people gathered to wave their hands as a sign of farewell. Citizens are happy to be able to work to make more money than usual.

The journey is still far away. Arch installed artifacts near the windows of horse-drawn carriages that gave off a refreshingly fragrant aroma. Fragrance artifacts are made from lavender flowers. Round shape coated adhesive glue can stick firmly can also be used several times.

Arch restrained his drowsiness while in the horse carriage. It has become a habit for him to always sleep in any vehicle before incernating. The journey that should be enjoyed just passed because of his deep sleep.

Halfway through the journey a group of people wearing black clothes like ninjas, covering their mouths probably to be unrecognizable. One of them pointed a sword at the coachman, threatening to kill them if the one behind was hiding.

What this bunch of people mean is Arch. They think Arch is hiding, Boston is furious at the people there because the sense just when they set out they are being scammed by bandits now even people dressed all in black appear.

Boston got off the train. A serious expression he had never shown was instead shown on the black-clothed person.

"What's wrong with you guys? Did we do anything wrong? Get out of the way right now, my annoyance has crossed the line." Boston gave a warning as it pulled the sword from its sheath.

Assault occurs, at least if they are knights then the strength will be at the 6th level still if there are six or more people then it cannot be underestimated. There was no trace or air of the presence of the strange group. Arch began to show suspicion to one of the people he knew.

The attacks from them are so compact, like always training together. The direction of the attack is different from each person, Boston divides the focus in front, back, and right left side. The sword swing managed to injure one person on the left shoulder. Arch saw the fight, the people helped him prove the leader of the group was that person.

Boston looked at the Arch. A sign was given telling Boston to attack the wounded man on his shoulder alone.Boston without long after using the aura of a knight ran crashing until a wound in got the man back on the right leg.

Boston also stuck swords from one to the other until that person was all that was left. Spotting blood dripping on Boston's face, the man shouted in disdain he called out to the person watching. They fled using the acceleration skill.

"Don't waste my time. Quickly wipe the blood off your face, I want to get home quickly."

Boston wiped with a cloth, the corpse was cleaned with burial using Boston's skills. After all, the journey continued. The incident was very boring for Arch, the strength of the group dressed all in black was only that level. Arch had more patience as they entertained Arch's journey a little.

In front of the gate was visible, several guards opened the gate. Arch descended the horse-drawn carriage, a warm welcome from some servants and a close person felt Arch. Not bad according to Arch get a little appreciation of a small business.

"Welcome back, young master." The people there give greetings and sayings.

"It's good to see you're healthy." Arch replied to them.

"The lady told you to dress neatly tonight." Arch's personal servant an old man gives Arch a drink.

"Where is the old lady now?"

"Please don't say old lady, young master. You could get in trouble if Madam hears it."

"Anson, you know I'm often punished even in the room. Ugh, he always just comes around and looks at me like he's looking for a mistake. If my room was a mess in scolding me for entering the cage of wild animals, my room there was one insect I threw into the river filled with crocodiles thankfully they were successfully tamed. He's a cruel demon." Arch complained a lot until Anson got tired of listening.

Arch Mother can create a space where the room can be in accordance with what she wants for example she wants a room where the river is filled with flowers then the room will be formed as she wishes.

This skill is called the room of imagination. Arch's mother can trap people using imaginary rooms, controlling entire rooms that can have an impact on the physical. Pain and any feeling can be felt. Anything in Arch's mother's imagination will be made in this room.

"You want to eat first or take a break, young master?" Anson followed Arch from behind.

"I'll just rest. It takes a little free time anyway I really want." Arch was lying in his bed.

"Good rest, young master. I'll wait outside, just call if you need anything." Anson's out closing the door.

Anson has grayish white hair, dark yellow eyes, thin white whiskers, stiff facial gestures. Not a regular servant but a former knight. He stopped being a knight out of boredom, wanting to serve someone for life to have a purpose in life. Serving means just the same as keeping even different. Anson is happy to serve Arch.

When Arch was first born, Anson felt different inside. A whispering impulse kept buzzing in the ear to look after the child. Anson proposed to be a personal servant when Arch was nine months old, watching Arch grow and develop in the room. Anson felt Arch was very calm despite the darkness covering the room as if the dark conditions were normal for Arch.

Sad, worried, calm in Anson. Looking at Arch reading, it helps to treat Arch's wounds even though Arch is silent only when injured. Sometimes Anson helps make Artifacts.

Arch's expression was originally the same as Anson's. Stiff, it was natural for a small child to be confined in a room without coming out of the door, but seeing Arch's mother enter after Arch was two years old, Anson felt Arch put more expression on his face. Sometimes happy, scared, sad, or upset. After all, it turns out that a mother can make her child change quickly.

Anson had promised himself to keep Arch even if his life was in danger the main thing was the safety of Arch.