Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 29: Will the Little Secretary Do It or Not?
“Amy, Anvi, I’m back!”
As he pressed the doorbell, Marlon—perhaps influenced by Inspector Bernard—called out loudly.
“Marlon Lister.”
The tall girl, dressed like a tomboy yet possessing an enviable figure and veins coursing with demon blood, regarded him with distrust and pressed on: “Why did you bring me here? Don’t forget—you promised just now that you’d get my father released—before the sun rises tomorrow!”
“Yes,” Marlon replied calmly, “your father will be released before tomorrow’s sunrise. And right now… there’s still plenty of time until then.”
Turning his head, Marlon glanced at Adela, her short hair and tomboyish styling accentuating her slender frame. His gaze lingered for a moment on her face.
Undeniably, Adela had a strikingly cinematic face, reminiscent of a famous actress from Earth—Audrey Hepburn—except for her unique violet-gold eyes.
And most astonishing to Marlon was that Adela, standing a head taller than him with a fully developed figure, was only… fifteen years old.
In a world where poor children were usually malnourished, such a prodigy was nothing short of miraculous.
Adela felt Marlon’s gaze on her, but her violet-gold eyes only flinched slightly before bravely meeting his—for her father’s sake.
The door creaked open, and the blue-haired, blue-eyed little fox girl, Amy, bounded out happily, only to stop abruptly, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she stared at Adela.
Marlon didn’t notice, but from the small fox girl’s palms and fluffy hands, ten sharp, barbed claws silently extended.
“She’s called Adela Rem,” Marlon explained as he reached out to gently touch Amy’s tall, gem-blue fox ears. “Her father will be helping me for a while, so she’s staying with us temporarily.”
Just as Marlon said, the old wandering martial artist, Trist Rem—wounded and with his knee injured—was about to carry out his Three-Win Plan, leaving him unable to care for Adela.
So having her stay here temporarily seemed, to Marlon, the perfect solution.
Amy shot Marlon a sharp glare, swatting his hand away from her ears, then pointed at Adela’s violet-gold eyes.
Clearly, she was warning him—demon blood runs through Adela’s veins.
“It’s fine. There are no evil races—only evil individuals,” Marlon said with a smile. Glancing once at Adela, he continued, “And I believe Adela isn’t a cruel or cunning demon, but a kind, family-oriented girl.”
His calm yet resolute words made the tomboyish Adela’s eyes tremble slightly. Her lips moved as if she wanted to speak, but in the end, she bit down and said nothing.
Having listened to Marlon and observed Adela’s reaction, the little fox girl’s round, gem-blue eyes rolled thoughtfully in her sockets.
Then, as if coming to a decision, the sharp claws she had briefly revealed were silently retracted into her soft, pink palms, hidden beneath her fluffy blue fur.
Finally, the little fox girl, back to her adorable self, stepped aside, allowing them to enter the villa.
Soon, it was story time. Although there was now a new demon-blooded listener, Marlon’s animated telling of Cinderella still captivated all three listeners, drawing them completely into the tale.
Until night fell, Marlon didn’t go out again. He simply handed a paper filled with writing to Inspector Bernard, who was returning home for dinner.
That paper would soon reach Ivna and Sols, who arrived later at the slum police station.
“This little guy… he’s going to be something else.”
After reading Marlon’s note, Sols sighed in admiration.
“Yes. With this, negotiating with that key person in the detention cell will be much easier.”
Ivna nodded in agreement. Marlon’s note detailed everything he had done that day, along with his judgments and recommendations.
In Marlon’s eyes, this was simply what he should do—he, Ivna, and Sols now shared common interests, and playing tricks or hiding things would only ruin their cooperation.
By the time the story ended, Adela, still in her tomboy guise, had already developed a good rapport with Amy and Anvi—at least, that’s how Marlon saw it.
Satisfied, Marlon returned to his bedroom and buried himself in writing.
Hours later, Inspector Bernard returned with a release certificate—and another item: a message from Trist Rem to his daughter Adela:
“Daughter, I’m fine now. Stay close to that boy, and if he ever dares to bully you, do exactly what I taught you!”
The next day, Marlon bought a copy of the White Sand Morning News. On the front page, in bold red letters on a white background, a headline screamed:
“In Response to Withdrawal Panic, Sols Bank Announces Sudden Headquarters Relocation.”
The article beneath was a cleverly crafted piece of praise, analyzing every word of the public notice delivered by Sols Bank Chairman Sols to depositors yesterday afternoon.
As the headline indicated, the core of the news was that Sols Bank would relocate its headquarters to Banmubuk Street, right next to Emerald Crest Publishing.
To Marlon, this signaled that his Three-Win Plan was finally entering the execution phase.
Thinking this, Marlon spent the next few days entirely on writing—apart from meals, sleep, and his daily storytelling sessions for the three little ones, the fox girl, Anvi and Adela.
The first two days left him exhausted, his hands sore from endless typing.
But on the third day, everything changed. Marlon discovered that Adela, beyond her demon heritage, had an incredible talent—simultaneous transcription.
Yes—simultaneous transcription.
During the third story session, Marlon noticed that the previously quiet Adela now had paper and pen.
No matter how fast Marlon read a passage aloud, Adela could copy it down perfectly, in neat and elegant standard Roling script—not a second off.
Overjoyed at discovering this gift, Marlon grasped Adela’s hands tightly.
“Adela, be my secretary! Help me write—thousand words per unit, oh no… thousand words per Lant! Will you? Will you?”