Chapter 30

Chapter 30

I Became the Academy Mafia, Chapter 30To be honest, the only reason I could pull off something this insane was entirely thanks to Parnello.

My opponent was the branch head of an organization.

No matter how many days of successor training I had received, and no matter how talented this body was, it was still a situation where I couldn’t guarantee victory in a one-on-one fight.

However, in a situation like just now, it was extremely simple.

Because the one standing beside me was none other than the ‘Hunter of Calione,’ a man practically equivalent to Calione’s second-in-command.

And while he was pouring out killing intent behind me, it had been incredibly difficult not to laugh.[Trait: Hitman]

Even to me, who possessed that trait, his killing intent was sharp enough to sting, so to that guy, it must have been overwhelmingly threatening.

“It’s finished, Young Master.”

While I had come out of the room first to get some air, Parnello walked out while wiping both hands with a handkerchief.

“Good work. What happened to the Triad members who came with him?”

“Yes. They too have all been dealt with.”

As expected of Calione.

In that brief amount of time, everything had already been cleaned up.

“Judging by his behavior and attitude, there’s a good chance the Triad sent him as a disposable piece as well. If their Boss were capable of normal judgment, there’s no way he would have sent someone like that here.”

“I am of the same opinion. They were far too low-level to have been sent to Calione.”

In other words, even if we dealt with them here, the Triad would not make any separate move.

The men sent this time were merely sacrifices of a sort, meant to calm Calione’s anger.

However, there was one fact they had overlooked.

“That kind of attitude only makes us angrier.”

If the Triad’s Boss himself had come to Korea and properly prepared respect, an apology, and appropriate compensation for Father, then at the very least they might have been able to preserve their lives.

Calione did not forgive dogs that bared their teeth, but if they submitted to their master, Calione would not necessarily take their lives as well.

“Excellent. That is precisely what Calione is.”

“Anyway, did Father contact you separately?”

Father had said he would watch this entire process from his study.

If so, by now he should have left a message with Parnello.

As though proving my prediction correct, Parnello nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

“Yes. If I went into detail, Young Master might feel embarrassed... so to soften it a little, the Don said you passed with more than sufficient marks.”

Embarrassed...

Apparently Father had showered Parnello with praise for me.

“He also said to look forward to the upcoming executive meeting, and that you may look forward to another reward for this matter.”

“At this point, it almost feels like he’s assigning me work just so he can shower me with things...”

“Would that not simply mean the Don loves you that much? I believe it would be right to accept while pretending to resist.”

Of course, that too was only me pretending to be modest.

“If Parnello says so...”

As I muttered that and turned around, I began to see the sun faintly rising over the mountain ridge.

“...

Morning is already approaching.”

“It is.”

“I will go to the Don and give him a detailed report myself. You will have to attend the Academy soon, Young Master, so please get at least some rest. I imagine the discussion of rewards and merits may be finished before you leave for school.”

From those words alone, I could tell that Parnello wanted to speak with Father while I was absent.

Normally, Parnello would have first asked whether I wished to go meet Father, yet this time he firmly said he would personally make the report.

If it was something they would discuss while I wasn’t there, then naturally it would be about me.

“Thank you for your consideration, Parnello.”

At my words, Parnello gave a faintly wistful smile and left first. Only after his figure disappeared did I also head back toward my room.

Normally, this would still have been time to sleep, but thanks to the fatigue recovery potion Father had given me, I didn’t feel like sleeping.

As I spent the time until sunrise planning our future club activities, dawn eventually broke.

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[Young Master, this is Parnello.]

“Hmm?”

At the voice from outside, I checked my wristwatch and realized it was already time to leave for school.

It was already this late?

“Come in.”

Hearing my response, Parnello entered the room and bowed toward me as I spun my chair and stretched.

“You were awake.”

“The fatigue recovery potion Father gave me worked far too well.”

“Hahaha, that is fortunate. The reason I came to see you at this hour is to inform you of the Don’s rewards for the matter that occurred early this morning.”

Saying that, Parnello began explaining what Father would be giving me.

“First, Young Master, you will be given one of the overseas accounts obtained through this incident.”

“An overseas account?”

“Yes. According to our investigation, it contains roughly 1.3 billion credits. We also received the account password, so you should be able to use it freely.”1.3 billion credits...

It was an absurdly large amount to consider a single day’s pay, but I had accomplished enough to justify it, so I accepted it.

“Second, you will be given a personal suit.”

“I already have more than enough suits.”

“If it were an ordinary suit, that would certainly be true, but this one will be somewhat different.”

Parnello smiled as he said that.

What came out of his mouth next was more than enough to surprise me.

“We have commissioned a custom suit from a Maestro.”

“...

Wait. Maestro? The Maestro I know?”

“Yes. I believe it is the very Maestro you know, Young Master. This evening, you may go to the Maestro’s workshop together with Secretary Han Seo-jun.”

“Ha, that’s really beyond my expectations.”

If it was a suit made by a Maestro, that changed everything.

Maestro.

A title granted only to master craftsmen capable of creating ‘treasures’ through their individual ability alone.

In other words, it was a title awarded to master craftsmen regarded as the very best in their fields, and such a person had now been entrusted with making my suit.

“Hoho. Most of the suits worn by the Don were also made by the Maestro. I am certain it will be of great help to you as well, Young Master.”

How much trouble had it taken even in the game to break through Vito Calione’s defenses?

To obtain those suits packed with absurd abilities such as slash resistance, bullet resistance, self-repair, and external mana decomposition, you either had to complete the highest-difficulty chain quest or defeat ‘Vito Calione’ and obtain one as a drop. They were truly top-tier items.

“A Maestro’s suit... This feels far too extravagant.”

“You are the successor, after all. Before long, you will rise to an executive position, and the Don’s prestige requires that you wear at least this much. Please understand how the Don feels as well, Young Master.”

Listening to him, I began to understand why Father and Parnello were going this far.

If I became an executive of the Calione Family, I would from then on become involved in most of the Family’s overall activities.

In such situations, the tone of my speech, my movements, even the clothes I wore would all inevitably be connected to Father’s honor.

“...

If you put it that way.”

Perhaps Parnello didn’t know.

That I was currently forcing the corners of my mouth not to rise too much.

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“Eugene, did something good happen today?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“You always have such an expressionless face, but today, how should I put it, you seem a little more human? It felt like something good happened.”

So she could tell...

“Something good did happen.”

“Ah! I knew it! Can I ask what it was?”

I couldn’t exactly tell her outright that I was going to receive clothes from a Maestro, so maybe I should tell her something else.

“A large investment will soon be coming into our club.”

“What?! An in-investment? Our club doesn’t even have a club room yet, so who would make an investment like that?”

Who else?

“I helped my parents with some work and received a little spending money. I was planning to use it to furnish the club room.”

“Aah, spending money~ So just how much spending money did you receive for you to call it a large investment?”

“The amount?”

From what I had checked in the car, the account Parnello handed me appeared to be one of the accounts recovered from them, and the money in it had not yet been laundered.

Apparently Parnello and Father were curious to see how I would handle money in a situation like this. I could simply leave the account to Father or Parnello and have the matter resolved, but I wanted to show my ability in this area too.

While wondering what I should do with the account, the person who came to mind was Lee Haru.

As the daughter of a corporation called the Inomiya Group and the president of the ‘International Trade Club,’ I figured Lee Haru would be able to solve this problem.

“About one billion.”

“Aah~ I see. One billion... huh? Billion? O-one biiiiillion?!”The moment she heard the words one billion credits, Kim Se-ah jumped in shock and shot up from her seat.

“You’re joking, right? What the hell do you have to do to get one billion as spending money? Is your father some kind of corporate chairman?”

Does a Mafia Boss count as a chairman too?

“...

Something like that.”

At my answer, Se-ah could no longer continue speaking and simply stood there with her mouth wide open.

“Good morning, Boss~”

Right then, Jin-woo entered the classroom. Se-ah whipped her head around and rushed toward him.

“Who cares about good morning right now!”

“W-what?! Why are you suddenly like this?”

Jin-woo looked completely bewildered by her sudden behavior. Se-ah grabbed both of his shoulders and began shaking him back and forth.

“Right now, Eugene, the absolute supreme president of the King-God-General Club, says he’s going to pour one billion credits into the club, and you’re just saying good morning?! This is an incredible morning!”

“Huh? What are you... o-one biiiiillion?!”

“One billion!”

“One biiiiillion?!”

“One billion!”

“This morning is fucking insane!”

The ability to make this much noise the very moment he arrived at school.

It was so ridiculous that I nearly laughed.

“B-Boss! Is this for real? Are we really getting one billion?”

Leaving Kim Se-ah behind, Jin-woo rushed over to me and immediately asked.

“...

I said it was planned. I never said it was confirmed.”

“Then that means the discussion really happened! One biiiiillion! May Eugene’s return bring blessings to all! May Eugene’s return bring blessings to all! Boss is a god! Boss is a god!”

As I watched him howl madly in place just like Se-ah had moments ago, I unconsciously grabbed my forehead.

“Good morning. President, Jin-woo, Se-ah.”

“This is way beyond a good morning!”

“This is way beyond a good morning!”

I felt déjà vu...

This is driving me crazy, seriously.