I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 113

“No way...”

Could she be referring to that absurd plan she mentioned? Hunting while she lounges in a villa, and me... being assaulted?

...

No matter how much I think about it, there’s nothing else that could be considered a “promise” between Go Min-ji and me.

But calling that a promise? It wasn’t. It was more of a casual exchange, like:

“I do this kind of stuff sometimes. Want to come along?”

“Sure.”

It was as meaningless as saying, “Let’s grab lunch sometime.”

But now she’s holding me to it.

“Well, she did mention ‘promises’ before...”

Do I really have to go?

Even for me, outright participating in something as insane as human hunting feels... wrong. The mood would be completely off.

I had planned to delay it for as long as possible—until there was absolutely no way to avoid it. But now she’s saying to come in a month?

“She sure moves fast.”

I watched the descending mechas with a complex mix of emotions. Normally, even when someone offers help, they at least ask first. If I say yes, then they help.

But Go Min-ji? She sends her forces first, then “informs” me of her assistance.

And now she’s demanding I fulfill my end of the “deal.”

It’s more like a “report after acting” approach...

Boom. Boom.

The mechas landed, their massive frames sending powerful vibrations through the ground.

These 15- to 20-meter-tall metal giants touched down one by one, and even from a considerable distance, the winds generated by their landing scattered our hair and clothing.

“Not a single mass-produced unit, huh?”

Interestingly, every mecha was custom-made.

Even Knights typically operate using mass-produced units during missions. Despite the term “mass-produced,” each unit costs over 500 billion won—exceptionally expensive weapons that justify the title “Weapons of National Power” granted to their pilots.

But the ones in front of me were all custom units, each designed to maximize performance tailored to the pilot. Custom materials, unique configurations, and a personalized design process make these units far more expensive—on par with warships or even aircraft carriers.

And now there were 15 of them, right in front of me.

“Are they all Min-ji’s personal Knights? Or are they soldiers she commands in her role as a director of Militaris?”

Either way, deploying 15 custom mechas for what amounts to a landscaping job was extraordinary. If these were her personal soldiers, it was a bit intimidating.

“Seol-ah, those are your seniors.”

“Yes...”

Seol looked at the mechas with a dazed expression. Naturally, she would be intrigued—she’s slated to receive her own custom mecha around March next year.

Given her world-class potential, even her exclusive weapon had cost over a trillion won. It would be interesting to see how her custom unit turns out.

“It’s a pity hers won’t be 9th-generation tech but 8th. I’ll just have to upgrade it for her later.”

The mechas’ cockpits opened, «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» and 15 pilots, clad in skintight suits, began descending via lift cables.

“Why use cables? They’re Knights—can’t they just jump down? They should’ve run straight to me and formed ranks. What a bunch of slackers.”

It seemed I needed to establish dominance.

I walked toward the mechas.

When I got close enough to see the mechas’ heads only by fully tilting mine back, the pilots finally touched the ground and ran toward me.

“Eight women and seven men. They didn’t bother matching the team’s gender ratio for my sake.”

A tall woman with long blond hair, braided and draped over one shoulder, took the center position. Behind her, the remaining 14 Knights lined up in a single row.

“Salute! It’s an honor to meet you! The Pacific Knight Squadron, under the Militaris Division, has been assigned to your command for the next month. Reporting in!”

“Oh, sure.”

I casually acknowledged her salute. The blonde lowered her hand, and the other Knights followed suit. It seemed she was their leader.

I approached her. Even as I closed the distance, she didn’t flinch—merely lowered her gaze slightly to avoid meeting mine.

“Hmm.”

Naturally, she was beautiful, with a flawless physique.

The skintight suit clinging to her figure after disembarking from the mecha was enough to make my lower half stir.

“Seol will wear something like this someday, too...”

I reached out.

Squeeze.

I cupped one of her breasts.

“Ah...!”

She didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, her expression suggested she considered it an honor to be touched by me.

Of course, these Knights were thoroughly brainwashed. Seol was the exception, not the norm.

“What’s this? No name tag?”

“I am—”

I raised a hand to stop her.

“Before you introduce yourself, I have a question.”

Squeeze, knead.

Her chest was soft—remarkably so. A proper breast, indeed.

“Yes...”

“Are you Min-ji’s personal Knights?”

The blonde hesitated briefly before answering.

“...No. We belong to the Pacific Knight Squadron under Militaris.”

“Do you now?”

But I already knew the truth.

[Dorothy (Bound)]

Affiliation: Go Min-ji

Species: Knight

Strength: 467

Willpower: 377

Tech Aptitude: 365

Leadership: 321

Charm: 178

Mecha Aptitude: SS

<Traits>

Knight, Subordinate, Absolute Loyalty, Genius, Talent Awakening, Insight

“Wow. Just... wow.”

The stats of Knights always leave me speechless. Even a single stat of 120–130 is enough to qualify someone as elite, yet these people easily surpass 300–400.

The rest of the squad was similarly impressive. Dorothy had the highest stats overall, but the others weren’t far behind.

For context, all of them had far better stats than Seol. However, that’s because Seol is still in her growth phase. She graduated early to serve as my personal Knight, the Knight of Muyeol. Otherwise, she’d still be in training as a squire.

“Dorothy... how dare you lie to me.”

All their names had the tag (Bound), and their affiliation was listed as Go Min-ji. In other words, they were all her personal Knights.

It seemed that, given their status as Weapons of National Power, Min-ji had created a Knight Order as a front to avoid scrutiny while using them for her personal agenda.

“But why lie to me?”

Was it to conceal her power? If that were the case, she wouldn’t have sent them to help in the first place.

“Dorothy, I have a special ability. It’s called mind reading.”

“...Excuse me?”

“I can see straight into your thoughts.”

I continued to knead her chest for emphasis.

“I can read what’s in this soft flesh and what’s in your head.”

“....”

Dorothy looked at me as if I were insane. For a brainwashed Knight to make such a face—it must have been utterly preposterous to her.

“Even though I really can see it, that’s the funny part.”

“You’re Min-ji’s personal Knights, aren’t you?”

Dorothy hesitated, weighing her options. Perhaps she suspected Min-ji had already told me everything.

“...No.”

But in the end, she lied again.

“Dorothy, are you going to keep lying to me?”

“!! H-how do you know my name...?”

“I told you, I have mind reading. I know what you’re thinking.”

“...Did the Director tell you?”

“Mind reading, I said.”

“....”

“Still being defiant after lying to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

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I released her chest and stepped back.

“Everyone, get down.”

The Knights immediately dropped to the ground, showing no resistance.

“Even if it’s only for a month, you’re under my command. To start off with a lie is deeply disappointing.”

“I’m sorry.”

I walked over to Dorothy and sat on her back. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t flinch—after all, she was a Knight.

“One: don’t lie. Two: don’t lie. One!”

“Don’t lie!”

“Two!”

“Don’t lie!”

“Seol-ah, you lead the count.”

“...Yes, Master.”

Seol shouted the count while the senior Knights performed push-ups in unison. A beautiful display of teamwork between junior and senior.

As the punishment continued, I sent a message to Min-ji.

“How much does she want to do this?”

Or is she just lonely?

Go Ha-yeon and Go Seon-yul both rejected her outright. Maybe she’s clinging to me because she has no one to share her hobby with.

“Exhausting.”

Still, she did help me this time, so I should go. I’ll just play along and leave.

After about 50 push-ups, the Knights were still full of energy. Even Dorothy, with me sitting on her, hadn’t broken a sweat.

The punishment was meaningless—a complete waste of time.

But I wasn’t disappointed. The goal wasn’t physical pain, but to firmly establish the chain of command.

I climbed off Dorothy’s back.

“Everyone, stand up.”