Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 28: The Great Witch
“Perhaps, if you were well-fed, you could actually take on all four Inspector Bernards without much trouble.”
Marlon smiled as he took the last slice of bread, sandwiching the sausage between it, and bit into it.
Delicious…
At least, far better than the cheapest bran-black bread that three Purs could buy in one big chunk.
Chewing slowly and swallowing, Marlon dragged a chair and sat just outside the holding cell. “Uncle Trist, you’ve forgotten something… You’re already forty-eight, and you look as old as sixty. How many more years do you really think your body can keep fighting?”
Marlon’s words stunned the gray-haired Trist Rem. He instinctively opened his mouth to refute him but quickly realized there was no arguing against Marlon—the truth was undeniable.
Trist Rem’s reaction pleased Marlon, so he pressed on: “Uncle Trist, I also heard you have a daughter. Her name is…”
Marlon planned to use Trist’s daughter as leverage, a way to make him fall in line.
But unexpectedly, before Marlon could even speak her name, Trist Rem sprang up like a lion awakened from slumber, lunging straight to the iron bars of the holding cell and gripping Marlon by the neck with his still-powerful hands!
“Boy! Stay away from my daughter! If you so much as lay a finger on her, you’re—dead!”
Dragging the caught-off-guard Marlon against the thick, arm-sized iron bars, Trist Rem growled with murderous intent.
“Cough… nonsense! Who’d want to touch your daughter? I just wanted to tell you that when you can no longer fight, who will care for her? I came to give you a chance—a chance to earn a huge sum by just putting on a few days of performance!”
Marlon, eyes rolling and coughing under Trist Rem’s grip, growled back, feeling utterly tragic.
“You mean… really?”
Trist Rem’s hands loosened.
“Believe it or not!” Marlon replied, exasperated, his cheek bruised against the steel bars. “Let go of me! Quickly! Or I guarantee this opportunity will go to someone else!”
Perhaps sensing Marlon’s temper and that he truly held a chance that could rewrite his life, Trist Rem finally released him completely.
“Sorry, young master… please forgive my earlier rudeness,” Trist Rem apologized, deliberately not mentioning his daughter, as if he were hiding something.
Marlon sensed it but didn’t care. After all, he was only fourteen in this body, still underdeveloped due to malnutrition. Even if Trist’s daughter were a goddess, what could he do?
“Someone will come tonight to talk with you in detail. But…” Marlon straightened his clothes and shifted his tone. “Given your rash behavior earlier, this blessed opportunity might really slip from your hands and go to someone else.”
He spoke the words, but in his mind, the decision was already made—this old wandering martial artist, Trist Rem, was perfect.
First, a slap to make him anxious… then tonight, a big sweetener. That would make him cherish this rare opportunity even more, right?
Thinking this, Marlon didn’t even glance at Trist Rem’s expression and turned to leave the police station without looking back.
Opening the station doors, Marlon saw Inspector Bernard leaning against the patrol car, hands in his pockets.
No doubt, Bernard had not been patrolling but waiting outside all along.
Marlon felt a bit touched.
“Do you want me to drive you back?”
“No need, Uncle Bernard. I’ll take the bus,” Marlon shook his head, refusing, knowing Bernard disliked personal use of public vehicles.
Bernard didn’t insist. Habitually patting the holster at his waist, he said, “Up to you,” and returned inside.
…
Walking back to White Oak Street, the warm sunlight made Marlon feel cozy.
The slums hadn’t changed. The streets still teemed with war-wounded veterans waiting to die and malnourished children wandering among them.
Occasionally, the disabled veterans or children glanced at Marlon’s freshly worn clothes—some eyes numb, some envious.
Steam pipes for the old bus tracks released wet, white steam at intervals, long laid years ago. The steam drifted in the wind, dimming the sunlight and making the veterans and malnourished children appear almost ghostlike.
If their lives remained so unprotected, a major uprising was inevitable. Surely, there must be a politician somewhere in this world who understood the importance of stability?
Marlon sighed, knowing he couldn’t intervene yet. He only hoped his plan would succeed, so he could have enough money to open a children’s welfare home.
At least, that way some children could escape hunger and despair.
“Hey, you’re Marlon Lister, right?”
Lost in thought, Marlon was blocked by a tomboy in a gray cap with long ear flaps, the cap topped with tan goggles, standing in his path.
Indeed, a tomboy—disguised as a boy. Even with her hoarse voice, such a disguise could only fool men in second-rate novels, dramas, or movies.
The drifting steam made it hard to see her features clearly. The only thing Marlon noticed was her height—tall, at least a head above him.
Strangely, he forgot the enhanced vision granted by his elf blood.
“Who are you?”
He didn’t answer, guessing she had sought him out intentionally.
“I’m Adela…Adela Rem,” she replied, apparently unconcerned with concealing her gender.
“Oh, I see. Trist Rem’s daughter.” Hearing her name, Marlon’s guard dropped. He nodded. “What brings you to me?”
Before he could finish, Adela suddenly grabbed his hands and pressed them against her chest, pulling the shocked Marlon into her embrace.
“They say you’re Inspector Bernard’s godson, and he dotes on you! I overheard you talking about me with my father just now,” Adela whispered urgently into his ear, slightly panicked. “So, if you can get Inspector Bernard to free my father and give him that opportunity, I’ll… I’ll let you do anything you want with me afterward!”
To add weight, she added in a low voice: “You can feel it… my chest is really big! And I… I’m still… a virgin.”
Marlon froze completely. Instinctively, he moved his hands pressed against her and realized she hadn’t lied—it was true.
Then, Marlon finally reacted, freeing himself from the awkward embrace of the much taller girl.
Perhaps due to the movement or a passing draft, the drifting steam cleared, and Marlon saw her eyes clearly.
Large, beautiful eyes with violet-golden irises.
Wait!
Violet-golden eyes? Demonic bloodline?!