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I Kidnapped the Hero’s Women Chapter 202

Gift Offensive

“My Lord! Look at this! I’ve officially received the certification proving I’m a Sword Master!”

 

Sylvia rushed over, beaming, to show me the certificate.
It explicitly stated her name and her affiliation with the Vermont family.

It was a profoundly moving moment.

 

“With this, Vermont now has one of the fewer than ten Sword Masters in the entire world.”
“Not Vermont, my Lord. You. You have me. If you ever change allegiances, I’ll follow you wherever you go!”
“…”

 

Sylvia replied cheerfully while shaking her head side to side.
Her loyalty was… overwhelming.

Previously, I had a bodyguard who lacked any loyalty—now it felt like the opposite extreme.
It almost made me wonder if I’d accidentally hired a dog instead of a person as a bodyguard.

 

“Alright, fine. For now, handle some of the paperwork that’s piled up from yesterday and today.”
“Ah… um, Master… I heard something urgent came up at the training grounds, so I’ll take care of that immediately!!!”
“…”

[The Evil God ‘Kali’ seems amused by your overly busy bodyguard and asks you to overlook this just once.]

 

Sylvia avoided eye contact, pretending not to hear me, and then swiftly retreated…

No, she flat-out ran for it without looking back.

 

Isn’t this the same person who’d follow me to the ends of the earth?
Was all that loyalty just an act?

I stood dumbfounded, a laugh escaping me in disbelief.

 

“Mister, mister! The mailbox was about to explode, so I brought it all here! Did I do well? Did I?”
“Uh, yes, yes. Good timing.”

 

Charlotte came barreling in, carrying an enormous mailbox, larger than herself, in her arms.

It obscured her vision so completely that she bumped into everything on her way over.
Finally, she arrived before me, her face flushed with exertion.

 

When I opened the mailbox, a flood of letters poured out.
There were far more than usual.

Curious about the sheer number, I soon discovered that they were congratulatory letters from various lords celebrating the advent of a new Sword Master.

 

“Count Ariente, the Northern Archduke, here, there… even random places I’ve never heard of. I don’t think I got this many letters even when I became the family head…”
“Hehehe! Maybe Mister has become super popular all of a sudden!”
“Maybe.”

 

When I officially inherited the title of Count, Vermont was dismissed as a backwater region.
Yet, somehow, it had become one of the Empire’s most prominent territories.

Our military strength was always formidable, but the addition of a Sword Master—a strategic force akin to a magic knight—was asymmetrical power on a whole other level.

 

Though Sylvia was still adjusting to her newly awakened aura, soon she’d master its use and fully step into her role as a Sword Master.

At that point, she’d gain extraordinary abilities: heightened senses, the power to block any attack with her aura subconsciously, and so much more.

 

A transcendence beyond humanity.

It made sense why Sword Masters were revered and called by countless grand titles like Demigod.

 

“Aslan! Come quickly to the main gate! There’s chaos…!”

 

Julia arrived, panting and drenched in sweat, pulling urgently at my sleeve.

For someone who despised exertion, she must have run hard to get here.

Something serious was definitely happening.

 

When I hurried to the gate, I was met with an astonishing sight.

 

“Move that cart over there! Next cart, bring it forward!”

“What is this…”

 

An endless line of wagons piled with goods was unloading at the gate.
It was so bizarre I immediately sought out the man directing the operation—and froze.

 

The man was a royal messenger.
When I inspected the goods, I noticed the faint gleam of gold even through the veils covering them.

 

“What… is all this?”
“Ah, Count Vermont! Listen carefully. Her Majesty has sent these as repayment for a long-standing debt she owes to Vermont. These gifts require no conditions or repayment—please accept them freely.”
“When did Her Majesty ever owe me a debt? Take these back. I can’t accept them.”
“Count… for the sake of my life, please accept them. If I return without delivering these, Her Majesty will kill me… literally.”
“I can’t believe this…”

 

The messenger even dropped to his knees, begging with his forehead pressed to the ground.
This man, who feared nothing but the Empress herself, had never been so pitiful.

It was clear that Empress Vanessa had gone out of her way to ensure I couldn’t refuse the gifts.

 

The problem was the sheer volume. The mountain of treasures already unloaded was staggering, and there were still more wagons lined up.

I was overwhelmed just thinking about how to store and manage it all.

 

“This is absurd. I don’t even have space for all this.”
“Her Majesty anticipated that. She instructed me to say, ‘If necessary, auction them off and send the proceeds to you in cash—’”
“Stop! Just leave them as they are!”

 

The thought of auctioning off royal gifts, let alone priceless cultural artifacts, was unthinkable.

And accepting the treasures as cash would only fuel rumors and scandals.

 

I sighed deeply, staring at the endless procession of wagons.

 

“This is going to drive me crazy… How am I supposed to manage all of this?”

 

“Count, Her Majesty didn’t say this directly, but… It was something Her Majesty muttered to herself. Of course, I merely overheard her private musings, completely by accident.”

“Go ahead, let’s hear it.”

 

No doubt Empress Vanessa had spoken loudly enough for everyone to hear while pretending it was a private comment.

Still, I decided to hear him out.

 

“If it’s difficult to sell this much property and store it, there’s a way···.”

 

“If managing and storing such an enormous fortune proves too difficult, there is one solution…”
“And that is?”
“If Vermont and the Imperial Family were to unite, the wealth would become shared property. Then it could be stored comfortably in the palace’s vast warehouses. That’s what she muttered, yes… muttered to herself…”

“…”

 

I was speechless.
“Uniting” our families?

That was clearly code for marriage.

 

‘So now that I’ve repeatedly refused political positions, she’s shifting to marriage proposals?’

 

It seemed the Empress was determined to drag me into the palace one way or another.

Technically, becoming the Imperial Consort was also a political role, making it a veiled attempt to install me as one of the Empire’s retainers.

Her “love call” was starting to feel far too literal.

 

“Wow! If you merge your family with Her Majesty’s, wouldn’t that make us super-duper powerful? Are you going to do it, Mister? Huh? Huh?”

“Charlotte… merging families isn’t as simple as you think…”
“Then what does it mean?”
“Merging families means, well…”

 

Julia and Yuri called Charlotte over and whispered something in her ear.

Whatever they said, Charlotte’s face turned pale with shock before she sprinted back to me, flailing her arms.

 

“Mister! No! Absolutely not! I’m completely against it! Starting today, I’ll help you store and manage all these treasures, so please don’t merge families! Okay? Promise me!”
“M-Me too! I’ll help…!”
“As your subordinate, I’ll also do my utmost, so there’s no need to make such drastic decisions…!”

“Fine, fine. Let’s resist together for now.”

 

[The Evil God ‘Kali’ is delighted, remarking on the amusing antics of your necromancer, magic swordswoman, and Yuri’s cute protests.]

 

Having heard the true meaning of “merging families,” Charlotte was pale as a ghost, crossing her arms into an emphatic X-shape.

Julia and Yuri shyly added their support, though their usual reserved demeanors made their protests even more endearing.

 

I couldn’t help but grin, feeling my mood unexpectedly lift. It was hard to suppress my smile with them so animatedly defending my singlehood.

 

‘To think even shy Julia would voice her opposition to my marriage…’

 

It wasn’t a bad feeling at all.

Julia, who rarely showed affection, and even Yuri, seemed intent on sabotaging any potential wedding.

 

Part of me wished they’d show their affection like this more often.

 

Maybe I could pretend to consider alliances with other families regularly to provoke these reactions?

 

‘Wait… but what if Charlotte, Julia, or Yuri decided to fake an engagement to provoke my jealousy?’

 

The mere thought of it made my blood boil. Imagining them feigning marriage with some nobody was unbearable.

My jaw clenched, and my blood pressure skyrocketed. If I let my imagination run any further, I might actually give myself a stroke.

 

“A-Aslan!? Your gums are bleeding! …Are you okay!?”
“I’m fine…”

 

No, this strategy wouldn’t do.

What you hate being done to you, you shouldn’t do to others.

I resolved to abandon this absurd tactic entirely.

 

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I Kidnapped the Hero’s Women

I Kidnapped the Hero’s Women

용사의 여자들을 납치했다, 저 빌런 아닙니다
Score 7.4
Status: Ongoing Type: , Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean
I’ve possessed the mid-boss who tortures the protagonist and receives true education. Am I crazy? How dare I do such a thing to the person who is supposed to be the protagonist? I even planned to treat all the protagonist’s friends hospitably…   “Everyone, wait for me! I will definitely become stronger and come to save you!”   Oh. Running away.

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