I Have been Reincarnated As a Lazy, Arrogant Noble, but When I Destroyed The Scenario Through Effort, I Became The Most Powerful With Extraordinary Magical Power - 241.3

“Wha—Weiss?! What’s wrong?”

“You did great. It’s all thanks to you.”

“Eh?! Ehehe, ehehe. Thank you.”

Karta truly is amazing. Someday, I’ll have to properly thank her.

And then—Lilith returned. Of course, she was crying.

“I’m so sorry, Sir Weissssssssss!”

“You’re crying too much.”

“I won’t leave your side ever againnnnnnn!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Lilith, this is the last time.”

“Yes, I promissssssse!”

Life returned to normal. Struggles, aiming for points—just the usual.

If this were a game, this would be the end. Neil and Priscilla defeated, and peace restored.

But—

“Mr. Fancent, good work.”

“Ah, thanks, Cecil.”

“I wasn’t much help last time, so I’m sorry. And Cynthia, I apologize to you too.”

“Not at all, Cecil. It’s thanks to you that we gained an early advantage.”

Next to Cecil and Cynthia, who exchanged smiles, stood Allen, Shari, and Duke.

After the exam ended, Neil and Priscilla stopped coming to school. If they don’t file for a leave of absence, they’ll lose a significant amount of points.

If they drop out as is, that would follow the original story.

Later, I learned about the relationship between the two. In this horrible world, they supported each other while walking a tightrope.

Of course, I didn’t understand everything, nor did I need to.

And so, we visited Neil’s mansion a few days later. The courtyard was massive, far too large. But it somehow felt lonelier than before.

Priscilla appeared.

“… Weiss Fancent.”

“Hello. How’s your spineless senior doing?”

“Why would you say such a thing…”

“Weiss, stop that. Priscilla, could you bring Neil here? There’s something important we need to talk about. Something very, very important.”

“… I don’t think Sir Neil will come. He’s given up on everything…”

“Just tell him it’s about the slave crest. He’ll come.”

“… Understood.”

Neil walked into the courtyard. His face looked like death. Ha, what an idiot.

“Hey, senior. You look pretty worn out.”

“… What do you want?”

“I came to laugh at you. I heard you had this grand dream of increasing the value of slaves.”

“—I won’t forgive you for that!”

Priscilla was furious at my words. Neil, however, didn’t change his expression.

“A worthless maid for a worthless master, huh?”

“—You’ve crossed the line.”

But my insults made Neil grab my collar in anger.

“Your venture has a flaw. While you’re raising the value of slaves, you’re abandoning those with slave crests or poor abilities. And no matter how hard you try, the discrimination against the appearance of slave crests won’t disappear.”

Neil’s business had only further devalued those with slave crests. That’s why Priscilla didn’t hide hers.

But—

“What are you trying to say? What do you understand?!”

“That’s why we should erase them completely. It’s simple.”

“Don’t joke with me—”

“It’s possible. That’s what we’ve been working for.”

“What are you… What do you mean?”

“The magic to sever the brainwashing of the slave crest was just a step. Our real goal was to erase the slave crest entirely. And we succeeded. But it wasn’t just Weiss and me. Allen, Shari, Duke, Cecil, and many others helped. And also, Eva.”

“… Eva?”

“Yes. She stole healing and slave crest-related documents from very dangerous places. Honestly, it gave me chills.”

“Ha, unbelievable.”

“Then let me show you. Priscilla, may I?”

“Don’t touch her!”

Allen stepped forward.

“Please trust us.”

The weight of those words—they could only be understood by the two of them.

Ah, this is it. This must be the true—unrevealed story.

Cynthia placed her hand on the slave crest. It glowed and slowly, bit by bit, the crest began to disappear.

Watching this, Neil began to cry. Naturally, Priscilla did too.

“I-it’s gone…”

“Priscilla! Priscilla!”

After everything was erased, the two embraced.

You can’t judge people by their surface. What they think, what they believe, how they live—only they can truly know.

I wasn’t supposed to touch this in the first place.

But I have a goal.

And this isn’t born from goodwill.