Thursday, July 2, 2026

[WN] Emperor's Seventh Son : 19 - 2


19-2

Steal the Wealth from the Drug Dealers


Translator : PolterGlast


Target's Right Hand

Let's stop already.

Stop? And do what if we stop? It's too late to back down now, there's only ruin.

At first, there was only my brother and me. Disgusted by our stepfather's violence, we drifted from a lonely northern farming village to the Imperial Capital. We continued doing day labor, held back from play and alcohol, and saved money by gnawing only on hard black bread. They were painful days. Even if we could endure the hunger, the unseen tomorrow became an unbearable anxiety that tormented us.

But brother, no matter what we do, we will be ruined. Once Georg has his eyes on us, it's all over...

Shut up! If the Crown Prince just becomes Emperor, our positions will be reversed!

Isn't it because that Crown Prince has gone crazy that things have turned out like this! At least, let's stop dealing in contraband, brother!

At the end of our hardships, we succeeded as merchants. We built a pipeline with the Crown Prince of this country, and arranged all sorts of goods for him. Alcohol, delicacies, foreign artworks. And then high-class prostitutes, slaves, poisons, illegal drugs, we began to handle dirty goods as well. We are now profiting by buying and selling slaves and drugs...

If we stop that, the company will be crushed!

Brother, we've made too many people unhappy. If you won't promise to stop, I will take the evidence and make a direct appeal to General Georg. It's already time to quit, brother...

Stop it, you'll be executed!

Then just say it was on the Crown Prince's orders! That guy is no good anymore, at this rate, even we will go down with him—eh............ Bro, ther...?

My brother stabbed me in the chest. A spray of blood spurted out and soiled my brother's face. Ah... I can't be saved anymore. Bewildered by the suddenly visiting death, I clung to my brother. Why did it turn out like this... At first, I just wanted to live in a free world without violence...

It's your fault... I can't back down anymore, the only thing I can't endure is repeating that kind of poor life...!

Brother... We will, surely, fall... into the Abyss... I'll wait... for you, there...

The only ones who will survive in the coming era are those who can sacrifice everything... I'm not in the wrong, it's your fault for trying to betray me... Damn it, damn it, damn it, why did you have to make me!!

God, please save my brother's soul... Before he sacrifices any more people, please stop my brother... Samael-sama, have mercy on my brother...

In the study in Erin, we surrounded what was practically Puis's desk. Normally, I, the Lord, would sit on the other side, and Puis would stand on this side to give his report, but that would truly be a farce.

Some of you already know, but once again. This time's target is a small fry. Originally, they were merchants who did business like parasites, so to speak, as part of the Crown Prince's entourage, but ever since their host started shutting himself in, they began dabbling in bad business.

The collaborators this time are Yumil, Carral, and the chivalrous-thief-loving Sigrun. When I told Carral the plan, these two, who are close to Carral, ended up joining in a slippery-slope fashion.

Drugs. It seems they originally smuggled them for the Crown Prince, but because that Crown Prince suddenly stopped buying goods, they started selling the drugs to the common people of the Imperial Capital.

Yeah, Georg-aniue was in the stage of gathering evidence, but now that the Emperor is dead, he seems to have judged that he can't rely on the judiciary for a while.

Yes. At this rate, until the political situation of the Empire stabilizes, these drug dealers will run rampant. It is already—

There is no other choice but for us to mete out divine punishment in place of the gods! That's what you mean, right!?

If it were Puis, he would have used the ironically effective word "lynching." But Sigrun loudly rewrote it with the extreme yet less guilty-sounding word "divine punishment."

Yeah, then let's proceed as usual. Sigrun, I leave the arrangement of the transport unit to you. Carral, the preparations for loading onto the ship. Yumil and I will do the final assessment. Any questions?

Carral really wanted to tag along for the robbery. She apparently wants to properly know from what kind of places the goods she sells are sourced.

Then from me. The one you're taking with you, wouldn't it be better if it's Carral-chan instead of me?

Eh!? Y-Yumil-sama, w-wait, what are you suddenly saying!?

Oh my, are you going to ask him that? How about it, Ashley-sama?

For loading, Carral is the best, there's no one more suited. And I want to use beastmen for the transport unit, because they're tight-lipped. Then Sigrun is the most deeply connected there. Therefore, I will have Yumil tag along with me here.

That's strange... I intended this to be the perfectly correct answer, but it seems it was a miss again. Carral sighed, Yumil-jou directed cold eyes at me, and Sigrun laughed Gahahaha.

Fufufu, I really like that boyish aspect of yours, Ashley-sama, it pierces right through my sexual preferences.

I don't really understand, but Puis, I think using the word 'sexual preferences' in front of women is a bit...

I placed Princess Yumil on the my cart I had prepared beforehand, and dashed all the way to the Imperial Capital Bergelmir. The young lady complained that it was embarrassing, but this is the fastest way. Even if she complains, I ignored it all.

Oh my, Ashley, welcome—oh my!?

Is something wrong, Auntie?

If I come to the Imperial Capital, it would be here first. I dropped by the usual cafe. She seems surprised about something, but I merely ran all the way here with the young lady riding on a cart...

What a pretty girl... No wait, what happened to Carral-chan!?

Carral? If you mean Carral, she's in Erin. But we'll meet up later, so I'd like to bring her some kebab sandwiches from here as a gift.

I'm sorry, this person is always like this. I am Yumil, an ordinary Light Elf, as you can see.

Getting off the cart she was complaining from, crying out 'Embarrassing, embarrassing, let me down', Yumil-jou acted primly like a beauty.

I'm the owner of this cafe here. More importantly, Ashley, you know... have you ever thought about Carral-chan's feelings?

Auntie... that's why I'm saying I'll bring Carral a kebab sandwich.

That's not what I mean, you dunce!!

It's okay, Auntie. Carral is already used to this boy too...

I was subjected to old-fashioned abuse, and on top of that, treated like a child.

Understood, I'll add a cutlet sandwich and a BLT (Bacon. Lettuce, Tomato) too. With that, Carral should be satisfied too.

Ashley-kun, you still think we're talking about food, don't you...

I'm worried, about this boy... I'm sorry, but please don't abandon him even though he's like this...

Just in case, today we didn't eat at the open cafe, but instead filled our stomachs inside before heading to our true destination.

From here on out, it's not a very pleasant feeling. Therefore, I'll explain it simply.

Yumil-jou and I headed to the slums on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital. Puis had already made arrangements with the boss there. When we first visited that boss, a robust man who looked like nothing but a yakuza guided us through the slums. The ones we were introduced to were those who became human wrecks due to low-purity drugs. Those whose limbs necrotized and died from the same. Former nobles who lost their wealth and ended up living in the slums, and so on. Yumil-jou held a strong disgust toward this world swirling with malice, unimaginable from the peaceful Duke of Fimbul territory.

At the end, I offered the guide a cutlet sandwich as a token of gratitude.

O-Oh... if you say you're giving it to me, well I'll take it... Ah, deli—this is delicious, isn't it? Where did you buy it?

It's from a certain cafe in the Imperial Capital. If you go from here through the Red Avenue to the center, there's a signboard with three little birds drawn on it...

The conversation got a little derailed, but I parted with the guide, put Princess Yumil back on the cart, and dashed away.

So, what do you think?

There's no need to ask! Of course it's embarrassing being seen by people!

Not that. I think they should be crushed; I can't sympathize with them at all. It's only natural for those who greedily devour wealth while scattering this much misfortune to face a lynching.

There's no need to ask about that either! If they won't stop unless we do it, then it's a matter of destroying that company! Let's do it!

Well, that's how it turned out. Using a vacant house Puis bought for us as a base, we decided to tunnel into the drug dealers' warehouse from there.

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