Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.



"According to our reliable sources, every household is aware of the prodigious child. However, some have devised unique methods to recruit him," Shelly explained.

"What sort of 'different methods' are we talking about?" Marinda inquired, dressing herself and heading towards the dining table.

"The leader of the Martial House has declared his intention to make him his son-in-law. They plan to hold an engagement ceremony tomorrow morning," Shelly clarified.

"Hah, the Martial House. They are such narrow-minded fools, marrying off their daughter to a commoner. That would be my last resort to recruit a commoner, especially a male," Marinda chuckled.

"Ma'am, that child has shattered the kingdom's javelin throw record and effortlessly demolished the immortal dummy in the beginner's trials," Shelly informed.

"Mhm... Shelly, I want this child in our household. No other house shall have him," Marinda commanded with authority.

"For that to happen, we must increase the facilities we can provide him; otherwise, he might not choose our house," Shelly pointed out.

"Well, then, let's improve them. Give him a C-rank weapon and 5,000 gold," Marinda stated as she observed more clips of anon.

"Yes, ma'am, but there is another issue," Shelly said, her face displaying concern.

"What now?" Marinda asked, settling herself at the dining table and starting to eat a piece of steak.

"Ma'am, the Denver House of Justice is also planning to recruit him," Shelly revealed, causing the room to fall silent.

Marinda paused her meal, her face contorting into an expression of anger.

"Shelly..." Marinda uttered in a tone seething with fury.

"Y-Yes, Ma'am?" Shelly replied, her voice filled with fear.

"What offer are they making?" Marinda demanded, forcefully driving her fork into the dinning table.

"I couldn't confirm the details, ma'am, but there are indications that they are planning to propose their sixth daughter to Anon. However, this information is still not entirely reliable, i will confirm it by tommorow." Shelly explained as tension appeared on her face.

"Those deceitful bastards! They're using their most worthless daughter to entice a promising talent into their house," Marinda fumed, her temper escalating rapidly.

"Ma'am, please calm down," Shelly implored, attempting to soothe Marinda's anger.

"No, which one of my daughters is the most useless?" Marinda inquired with an angered expression.

"All of them," Shelly murmured softly, averting her gaze.

"What?" Marinda questioned.

"Ah, out of your six daughters it must be the third one, ma'am. Miss Samantha. She possesses your charms but lacks any real skills. Although, if you consider conversing with the dead a skill... Then i can't say." Shelly trailed off.

"Tell Samantha that she will marry him and their engagement will be done by tomorrow. Offer him an A-grade weapon and 100,000 gold to entice him into our house, and if the house of justice has a more enticing offer than us, you will match it and if needed just double it.

I need that kid in our house, shelly. Do you understand ?" Marinda ordered as she rose from the table and left.

"Yes, ma'am," Shelly responded before departing as well.

After a few minutes, a maid began clearing the cutlery from the table and noticed the fork embedded in the dinning table.

Curiosity compelled her to grasp the handle and attempt to remove it from the table.

However, despite exerting all of her strength, the fork remained firmly lodged. She then resorted to using a bodily strengthening skill, and finally, with one powerful tug, she succeeded in extracting the fork from the table.

Thud

Thud

But as soon as the fork dislodged, the table collapsed into pieces.

"What?" The maid stood there in shock, observing the wreckage of the dinning table.

Denver House of Justice...

"Great Mother, I cannot marry a commoner," a girl with golden eyes, blonde hair, and an attractive figure said, kneeling before the esteemed matriarch of the house.

"What are you saying? It is God's will that you bring the boy named Anon into our house. Are you defying God's decision?" the Great Mother inquired.

Her eyes were green, her hair was blonde, and she possessed fair white skin, ample bosoms, and a remarkably large derriere.

"B-But I am a noble, and he is merely a commoner," the girl pleaded.

"God never speaks falsely. While you may be of noble birth, you are more useless than that commoner boy. Fulfill your command or face expulsion from this house," the Great Mother commanded sternly.

"Yes, hail the Great Mother," the girl acquiesced before exiting the room.

The Great Mother then grasped her own ass and jiggled them up and down.

"Hmm, they are starting to sag," she remarked, turning her attention back to the screen displaying Anon.

"Damn it, I will never marry a commoner, not in this lifetime. Great Mother, I will show you just how valuable I am after I slay your god-appointed brat," the girl declared, retrieving a dagger from her pocket.

Martial House...

"Ma'am, you summoned me?" a black-clad girl emerged in Sera's room.

"I need someone dead," Sera spoke with vengeance in her voice.

"Command me, ma'am. His head will rest at your feet before you can blink," the girl assured.

"His name is Anon Agreil. He is participating in the Kingdom's Night Run. You must eliminate him before tomorrow's sunrise," Sera commanded, her eyes fixated on the picture of her daughter, now possessing red eyes.

"His head will be at your feet before tomorrow's sunrise. Don't worry, ma'am," the girl vanished after uttering those words.

Click

Sera absentmindedly sliced betel nuts with a cutter, not even glancing at them. When she finally looked down, she realized she had accidentally severed one of her fingers.

Without shedding a tear or displaying any reaction, she calmly picked up the severed finger and examined it closely.

"I will not allow my daughter to marry some imbecile. Even if I have to eliminate everyone in this house, I will demonstrate to that wench Cassandra that I hold power within these walls," Sera vowed, biting her own severed finger and tearing it in two.