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This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

Chapter 442 438: Talk Business With A Chair (Bonus )
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"I apologize O great lord of the Dark Moon-OWOWOW!"

I stomped harder on Glasses' hands while Keith balanced a tray with coffee on his face. I wasn't exactly fond of coffee, but for some reason all the glasses wearing folks loved it.

"Forgive me, forgive me—"

"Don't move too much, glasses. You'll drop the coffee."

"I'll crush your face if that happens."

Glasses was bullied relentlessly and unfairly as Keith and I sat in the room. This guy deserved it, he most definitely did. How dare he ask me, his only fucking boss and the man who spared his life multiple times, who the fuck 'I' am.

"Look, Lord Dark Moon! I truly appreciate the fact that you are still alive. I promise I do. You do not know how overjoyed I am."

"Do I look like I need glasses to you, glasses? I notice all your lies."

"It is not! I was the most sad person while you were gone, I promise."

"Bitch, just because its dark doesn't mean I cannot see the poster you have pasted behind your table in this room."

I looked at the poster that was hidden in the dark. Keith knew exactly what to do and used his Ki to switch on a light in the room. Quite the use of otherworldly powers I would say.

The light came on at once while Titania flew over to the poster and placed her hands on her waist.

"A Day to celebrate. Eugene Hall Fifth Death Anniversary."

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"Fifth? Is that coming up or is it gone by?"

"That's not all, Eugy. It also says that all the costs for the grand party will be borne by Glasses. Unlimited drinks."

"This cunt."

"They are also calling something called the Bermuda Beach Band."

"Oh it's been a while since I've seen those guys, they slapped. When's this party, Glasses?"

"Next week, sir."

I stomped on his hand again. This fucker did not even apologize. The moment I looked at the party positively he changed his whole tune.

He was competent, I'd give him that.

"This place is your recon to look after the world tree, huh?" Titania started pulling some cupboards open and looking for wine while I sat back and finally let Keith move the tray of coffee away from Glasses.

"Can I sit up?"

"No no, let me make a tower with some cups too, young master!"

"Go ahead. You talk while you be a table for Keith, clown."

"Lord Dark Mooooon!"

Loud bastard. What did he expect, that I would pat his back and tell him he did a good job? Cunt.

There was little one could do against people like these. I just have fun with him.

"Now then, let's talk business," I said while crossing my arms. It seemed Titania did not find any wine but did locate some vodka which I promptly added to my coffee.

"It still doesn't make sense to me, let's say that no war has made them lose. Why would they not start a war?"

Keith crossed his arms while Glasses sighed.

"You're right, Naturally they would look for things like reclaiming the land taken over and win some more of the refugees, right? It would also serve as a good way to keep the threat in check. But."

I sighed.

So that was how it was.

"You think some of the higher-ups in all this are already in contact with Outer Gods?"

Now nodded them both. That was how it was.

People they couldn't exactly keep surveillance over were the ones with the most trouble. If they did anything close to a full scale attack or reclamation, or even a small scale one, the one in contact could likely tip off the Outer Gods.

"Young Master, I saw very few of them. Are Outer Gods even capable of contact?" Keith asked.

"The ones you saw must have been those remnant-like things. Consider them bread crumbs after eating a burger, can't judge the patty with the bits of the bread, can you?"

"Wow Eugy, being alone with yourself for a thousand years must have been hellish."

It wasn't that bad an analogy.

"So who do you think it is?"

Glasses hummed, the tower being raised on his feet had gone up to three floors already.

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"It is hard to say… But I think the most likely suspects right now are either the Elf King, The Progenitor Vampire, or Mr. Albert."

Albert. I could never tell what he was up to all by myself. He was the one person I considered the most troublesome in the world, and the trouble he gave only increased since we had transmigrated.

There was no way that guy was being slow about any of this. He must have made multiple plans, he might also be up to what Eugene Hall had done in the previous go with betraying both sides.

But him being in contact with the Outer Gods had few chances.

He was the one who had been contacted by that man before he took the Invasion Navy and came to me. Albert must have been the one person to be aware that I was alive.

And that I was planning something.

"For now, you have the others that are turning to the other group?"

Glasses nodded. "Eyes on all of them, in every world."

"In every world?"

"Yes, we have a town like this right under the noses of the World Tree in every world. The current follower count of the Dark Moon is crossing a hundred thousand."

"Dude what?" I yelped. "That's already beyond a cult, you have a fucking religious organization going on."

"It was all thanks to this splendid lady, named Clayton. She was lost like a lamb, and when I told her about the Dark Moon, she joined us right away thinking the moon will guide us ahead. She seemed to be a marketing agent in the world called Earth. Meet her once and bless her."

"Bless her? The fuck is that now?"

"Just keep your palm on her head, she'll be satisfied with that."

I knew who Clayton was. Fuck this. I ended up making an old friend's daughter a cultist!

"Alright, you'll be giving me a bigger report on all of this."

"Do you have a plan, Lord Dark Moon?"

I grinned.

"Of course I do, I am planning to give them the war they needed."