Reincarnated User Manual

51 – absence

That’s how the bank robbery incident ended.

It was an unexpected incident, but Siron thought he handled it pretty well considering he wasn’t prepared for it.

“young master. “Your hands are dirty.”

“uh. okay.”

Siron took the handkerchief given by Encia and wiped his hands.

“Whoa…”

Then he took a deep breath and looked around.

The bank was a little too much to call it hell, and a little more than a mess to call it a mess.

The marble tiles that covered the floor were broken in several places, and the statues and paintings decorated on the walls were burned black and unrecognizable, possibly due to magic.

The same goes for people lying face down on the floor.

Even if the two people fainted, the two dead people are the problem.

One was an assailant whom Shiron dealt with, and the other was an unknown figure. Judging by his uniform, he must have been a bank keeper.

And, everyone was prostrated under Shiron’s eyes.

I don’t know if it’s because of the robbery or if the crazy smoke worked well, but they just trembled in panic.

‘It’s a piece of sh*t.’

Shiron frowned and let out a deep sigh.

Originally, I was going to get some interest-free, unsecured loans because I was half-threatening the bank president, but the plan was all messed up and I felt uncomfortable.

Shiron was looking for someone to put an end to the situation. An expert in his own right who is in a fairly high position and is familiar with the manual for this kind of situation.

‘Where on earth is Bertha?’

As soon as I kicked in the door, my eyes met, but I couldn’t see where he had gone.

Siron scanned the floor and then walked towards a certain place.

A pretentious smile is drawn on Siron’s face.

I was worried that I might step on the bodies of those who were lying down, but fortunately that didn’t happen.

In the direction where Siron was heading, people were shrinking like bugs, creating an empty space.

Then, the theory stopped at a certain point. A woman with short dark blue hair. I can see his slender limbs trembling. Siron squatted in front of her.

“Why are you lying down? “Are you pretending not to notice me?”

“…Ah, hahahaha. “How have you been?”

Berta stood up, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. I was caught up in the atmosphere and fell down without realizing it.

Although she had seen countless scenes of people dying, she saw the truly scary side of the scary master, and the fact that the women on both sides of him were actually demons made her feel quite intimidated.

Bertha’s hand scratching the back of her head became clammy.

Currently, her mind was filled with images of Siron brutally killing the robbers just moments ago.

Berta forced a smile and stared at Siron.

In the few months we haven’t seen each other, the scary master has grown a little taller.

“Berta, can I leave you to take care of the cleanup? “Because I have work to do.”

“Yes, yes! You can rest assured. This guy here is killing all the robbers… oops!”

Berta was unable to speak due to the shock transmitted from her side. Chiron, anticipating Berta’s next words, pinched her side.

The image of a madman he had built up so far was almost ruined because of Berta.

Shiron pulled Berta’s collar and put her mouth on her ear.

“Either call support or make a quick referee to finish the situation. don’t you understand?”

“Yes, yes!”

“…and, don’t let anyone come upstairs.”

After saying that, Shiron went up to the second floor. The demons he brought followed Shiron. Berta stared blankly at him and began to do what he had to do.

*

Siron walked towards a room located on the second floor of the bank.

The places I had seen several times in the game were structured so clearly that I could clearly picture where something was.

The place he is heading to is not the safe but the branch manager’s office.

Clap-

As Siron grabbed the doorknob and tried to enter, a dull metallic sound was heard. Since the door wouldn’t open, it seemed like the door had been locked to prevent anyone from entering.

“How about it? “It was locked from the inside.”

“…Shall I open it for you?”

“it’s okay.”

Kwazijic-

Shiron grabbed the handle with force and tore it off. I wanted to take out the holy sword, but I didn’t. Since he trained steadily, he was able to easily open a locked door without using his strength.

“omg!”

I cracked open the door and entered, and there was a thin man holding a cane in one hand, his face pale and trembling. He was the branch manager who was in charge of this place.

Shiron clicked his tongue and ordered him to sit down.

“You look unwell, sit down.”

“yes!”

The branch manager moved busily and sat down on the sofa. He used to sit in the top seat, but now he gave the top seat to Shiron.

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Having peeked at the situation outside with his surveillance crystal ball, he knew everything about what was happening downstairs.

Chiron sat cross-legged on the leather sofa, the seat of honor, and started talking.

“I saw you locked the door. They seemed to know what was going on down there.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The branch manager answered, wiping the sweat with a handkerchief.

“If you hadn’t been there, the damage would have been huge. Perhaps there were more casualties, but thanks to you, the situation was resolved and I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of this place.”

“Yes, you should be grateful.”

Shiron nodded his head expressionlessly.

The man in front of me was not visible on the bank map.

Because it was a situation where we were dealing with a person for whom there was no likability system, Siron was able to speak with some ease. I was tired both physically and mentally because I was deliberately trying to imitate a bad motherf*cker.

But regardless, the fact that Siron handled the robbery case on his behalf did not change.

As much as he had accumulated debt, his true intention was to get what he could for sure.

Siron crossed his legs alternately and slowly closed his eyes.

“So, how are you going to give thanks? “I want to believe that they are not trying to show off with just a thank you note.”

“Water, of course! It’s not like that! Please wait a moment!”

The branch manager got up, ran somewhere, and came back carrying a luxurious chest.

“I’ll give it to you as a thank you!”

The branch manager said this and gently opened the box. It was filled with gold bars.

But Siron frowned and glared at the man.

“Is this small amount a sign of gratitude?”

“…yes?”

“One gold bar is fifty thousand shillings. There are 20 in total, so one million shillings.”

“…”

“It’s a small amount of money.”

“Then… what…”

“Do not treat people as if they were robbers.”

Siron clicked his tongue once and made a disapproving expression.

“I’d like to make a credit card.”

“…”

“No guarantee, no interest, no security, unlimited credit card. Because I don’t have a credit rating yet. Are you fine?”

“No, of course it’s fine!”

He got up quickly and brought the contract.

*

“ha…”

‘What the hell happened? He’s out of his mind.’

Berta let out a sigh of relief after requesting support from the investigation headquarters and confirming that all the criminals were bound with restraints.

“Loyalty!”

Among the policemen who came to support, the highest rank saluted Berta. Judging by the rank label on her shoulder, she was one rank lower than hers. Berta gave a short salute without shouting slogans.

“Anyway, you are great. Is the special lease different? To single-handedly subdue a band of robbers who have fallen under a wanted order.”

The inspector, who looked twice as old as Berta, flattered her with a big smile.

Among the police forces, the special lease that only the elite could enter was a position that he could not reach because he had grown old. He had fantasies about the special lease, and he said something nice to Berta with an excited expression.

However, Berta was uncomfortable with his continued flattery and waved her hand.

“…it wasn’t me.”

“yes? Then who? Did a hermit master show up?”

“…Sorry, I can’t tell you. You’d better not get involved.”

“ah! Are you confidential? hahahaha, I know. Good job then!”

The pot-bellied inspector took the robbers into the wagon and left.

Just like that, Berta was left alone on the first floor with police lines.

“…”

Berta looked at a particularly prominent spot, a dent in the marble.

“What do we do…”

Berta was in deep anguish.

It was none other than the orders of the 3rd Prince Victor. Will the prince be able to maintain his will to cooperate in making Siron a subject of Victor? Considering what happened just a moment ago, will the prince be able to maintain that mindset?

She could have sworn no.

‘Absolutely not.’

A moment ago, the image of Siron brutally killing robbers filled Bertha’s mind.

Killing a robber who tried to kill you can be considered self-defense.

but,

The fact that the wizard who attacked him looked after his hand so that he wouldn’t die, and that he only killed the sword holder who tried to kill the hostage made Berta feel sad.

It was an action based on thorough calculation. At least that’s what Bertha thought.

Siron knew how to look into people’s psychology and use them. This is because he showed overwhelming force, suppressing the opponent’s momentum, and brutally killing the assailant who had taken the hostage.

‘Is it okay for me to meet you and the Crown Prince?’

Bertha wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

How will that scary master react when he finds out Prince Victor’s intentions?

One thing we can be sure of is that there will come a situation where Victor will suffer a loss unilaterally.

‘You never know what will happen.’

Turp-plop-

At that time, footsteps sounded on the stairs.

“It’s neat.”

As if he had achieved what he wanted, Siron approached Bertha with a smile and patted her on the back.

“did you eat lunch? If you haven’t eaten yet, let’s eat together. “I’ll buy it for you.”

“yes.”