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◈ Return of the Disaster-Class Young Lord ◈
Chapter 30 | Visit (1)
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The Sleeping Dragon Manor.
A manor that had long stood unoccupied, only to find a new owner less than a month ago.
Typically, gathering new residents alone would be enough to cause chaos—never mind adapting them to a fresh domain—but the Sleeping Dragon Manor was running surprisingly smoothly.
There were three reasons for that:
First, the residents were all dark elves, a long-lived race adept at moving from place to place.
Second, each critical facility had the right awakened slaves, all with talents so exceptional they could be called geniuses.
And third, there was a leader whose aptitude surpassed mere “genius,” crossing into the realm of the astonishing.
“Once the monster materials have been processed, be sure to inspect the equipment. Some weapons and armor likely need repairs.”
“We have enough food reserves but could use more cloth and metals.”
“The third floor in the North Wing needs attention. The South Wing has surplus manpower, so request their cooperation.”
Sometimes in the field, sometimes from the office, sometimes through spoken word, sometimes through documents...
The dark elf Arsha, who issued orders as needed, was nothing less than the brains of the Sleeping Dragon Manor.
Having governed her people for well over a century, she possessed a wealth of experience. And by formally taking charge as Administrator, she had finally awakened the hidden potential of her own talent as an awakened. Her leadership was nothing short of flawless.
With a thorough grasp of every corner of the Sleeping Dragon Manor, she commanded hundreds of people with not a single bit of waste. Under her orders, each resident gave not just 100% but 120% of their abilities.
Of course, that meant Arsha was busier than anyone else in the manor. Yet she had no complaints.
If anything, the problem was quite the opposite.
“Clan leader, I’ve brought you a meal.”
“I’ll eat once I finish this task.”
A few moments later.
“Clan leader, perhaps you could rest a bit?”
“I’ll rest once I finish this task.”
A few moments after that.
“Clan leader…”
“I’ll rest once I finish this task.”
This might be what a “spellbound state” looks like.
She wasn’t literally going without sleep, but she ignored even basic meals and rest, dedicating herself entirely to managing the domain and caring for her people.
Her clansmen had attempted to persuade her to rest several times, but to no avail. This caused them significant distress.
In the end, they resorted to their ultimate weapon.
“Arsha, care to go on a date with me?”
“I’ll do it once I fini— M-My lord?!”
“Oh, I see. So your work is more important than spending time with me, hmm?”
“N-No, it’s not like that…”
“If it’s not, then?”
Arsha reflexively gave her usual answer while focusing on her paperwork. But the moment she realized who was speaking, she jerked her head up in alarm.
Her pupils quivered. Her face paled. Her long ears trembled.
Flustered beyond measure, the dark elf concubine found herself under the watchful gaze of a black-and-white-haired boy, who smiled mildly.
“You overdid it, didn’t you, Arsha?”
“I… that is…”
“Arsha.”
She pressed her lips together.
“What do you need to say right now?” he asked.
She had plenty of answers she could have given.
That the elven races were more resilient than they looked, so fatigue wasn’t an issue.
That the domain was at a crucial point, so she had to work hard, even if it meant pushing herself.
But when she met those deep, ice-cold, blood-red eyes, she could only say one thing.
“I’m… sorry.”
The boy let out a soft chuckle.
“M-My lord.”
“Mistakes happen to everyone.”
He let out a soft chuckle.
Finally regaining his smile, Dion reached out and gently patted her head, as if in approval.
Given how young he was, the gesture could have seemed comical. Yet, strangely enough, Arsha felt immense relief. Tension drained from her shoulders.
Leisurely, Dion asked, “It’s fun, isn’t it?”
“Pardon?”
“Managing our manor. You haven’t been enjoying it?”
“That… I…”
“That what?”
She hesitated.
She wanted to say she was simply doing it for the sake of the manor—and for Dion too.
Arsha once struggled to feed her people daily, constantly short on money and supplies.
But now, with ample funds, resources, and personnel, she could manage a territory freely.
If someone asked whether that was fun or not…
“There’s no need to worry about my reaction. Of course it’s fun,” Dion said.
“Is… that so?”
“Sure. If you didn’t find it fun at all, that would be a problem.”
If one felt nothing as their domain prospered—no joy, no satisfaction—then inevitably, they would end up abusing their authority or embezzling the estate’s wealth.
In that sense, Arsha was admirable. She found joy in the manor’s growth and in offering her people opportunities to work.
Dion concluded bluntly, smiling.
“That’s why I chose you as my concubine in the first place.”
And then—
Chu.
He planted a light kiss right on the tip of her sensitive, elongated ear.
Arsha’s face turned bright red, but she forced herself to stay calm and changed the subject.
“S-Still, I wonder if you’re truly all right.”
“How so?”
“I mean, you’re also hardly resting these days, my lord…”
Was he overstraining himself?
A question tinged with genuine concern.
Dion gave a slight chuckle.
Having survived the Disaster War, this level of activity was nothing to him—far from overwork, it felt downright leisurely. But he didn’t bother to explain that, choosing instead to play along.
“Now that you mention it, I do feel a bit tired.”
“I thought so. In that case, perhaps you should rest for a while…”
“That might be why...”
“Yes?”
“I’m suddenly thirsty.”
Arsha froze instantly.
Dion’s faint smile and subtle gleam in his red eyes made her ears prick up involuntarily.
“I-I can go get water, so just—”
“Come on, Arsha. You know what I really want right now.”
His words were casual, but his gaze didn’t allow her to refuse—or even look away.
She stood motionless for a moment, pinned in place by the weight of his stare. A swirl of emotions crossed her face—confusion, dismay, fluster—before she finally resigned herself.
One trembling hand reached up to pull at the bandage wrapped around her neck.
Swish.
Although she had wound it tightly, it unraveled all too easily.
Beneath it was a slender, delicate neck, once unblemished but now marked with distinct bite marks.
Dion leaned in, pressing his face close to her skin, as if savoring the scent of a fine meal before partaking. The touch of his nose brushing against her made Arsha’s long ears tremble.
This is part of her duty as a concubine… no, as the clan leader and subject of the manor—to help her lord recover his energy, she reminded herself.
It’s not immoral.
Thump.
And yet, for some reason, the boy’s hot breath against her skin and that delicate, lingering pressure of his touch conjured up memories of ‘that day.’ Her heart pounded uncontrollably.
Finally, the tip of Dion’s nose slipped away from her neck, replaced by the sharp sensation of his teeth. Arsha clutched at her clothes without realizing it.
Knock, knock.
“Young Master, are you in there?”
Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
When she recognized her daughter’s cool, detached voice outside the door, Arsha panicked and reflexively tried to push Dion away.
She tried—but that was only wishful thinking.
Still at her neck, Dion spoke up, calm and unbothered.
“What is it?”
“There’s a visitor who wishes to see you, Young Master.”
“A visitor? Who?”
“Seems like just some peddler, but he claims to be a ‘guild envoy.’”
“A guild?”
“Yes. What would you like to do?”
“Hmm… All right. I’ll be there shortly, so please keep him company until then.”
“Understood.”
Only then did Dion slowly withdraw his teeth from Arsha’s neck. Smiling softly, he whispered in her ear.
“What a shame. We’ll have to continue this later.”
Smooch.
A light kiss landed on the tip of her trembling ear before the boy donned his mask and left the room.
Arsha remained frozen for a long while, only slowly covering her face with both hands.
“Haa…”
If Parsha had opened the door a moment earlier, how could she have faced her daughter?
Her face burned scarlet as she heaved a sigh—caught between embarrassment, relief, and… a strange flutter deep inside as she recalled Dion’s promise of a “next time.”
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“Ahem. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
The boy looked at him, pressing the side of his face into his palm.
“Oh, pardon me for not introducing myself sooner. I’m Naru, an envoy from the Guild.”
He remained quiet.
“The reason I’ve come here is—”
Clearly uninterested, Dion just continued to stare.
“…Lord Dion?”
The bunny-eared boy, a lute slung over his back, lowered his voice timidly.
He had nearly been turned away at the gate, so he was relieved just to get an audience. But ever since being shown into the drawing room, Dion had simply sat there, staring at him in silence.
Growing uneasy, Naru glanced down at himself, wondering if something was amiss.
Then he realized that he was covered in dust from head to toe after clinging to the guards' legs earlier.
“Er… do my shabby looks displease you?”
“No. I just didn’t expect the ‘visitor’ to be you.”
“Pardon?”
“Tsk, this is why the world never ceases to amaze me.”
Naru stood there, baffled at Dion’s cryptic remark.
Meanwhile, Dion let out a small chuckle.
He had taken precautions, certain that someone would come—but he never imagined it would be this boy.
Even if he had heard a voice beforehand, it wouldn’t have changed a thing.
After all…
I’ve been trying to figure out how best to meet you, but to think you’d just walk right in on your own.
This seemingly clueless visitor was precisely the person Dion most needed to meet here in Unnatural City.
Someone who was just as important—perhaps even more so—in a different sense than Arsha.
Finding it all quite amusing, Dion smiled broadly and asked, “So, what’s your business? If you’re here looking for employment, I’m open to discussing wages…”
“Ahem. Actually, I represent the Guild in making an offer to you.”
“An offer?”
“Yes. We possess something you desire.”
“And how do you know what I want?”
“Because, from your actions thus far, it’s pretty clear.”
Naru smiled, confidently explaining.
Dion had been making deals with Kettlik at a loss, pursuing wanted criminals left and right. There had to be only one reason for that.
Reputation.
Or, more specifically…
“The bandit hunts, the bounty hunting… they were all advertisements. A message that if there’s money to be made, you’d do whatever job necessary. Isn’t that right?”
Dion remained silent.
“Trust. That was the real objective, wasn’t it?”
Eyeing Dion’s masked face, Naru concluded with unwavering conviction.
“Dion Unlicht, the white-masked young lord.”
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