Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 483: Shed as Much as You Eat

Trust is also a resource that can be depleted. The Regressor watched me and Azzy with a sliver of faith, observing us from morning till night—what we did, how we lived—like a mother patiently watching over her child.

“How is it possible for you to not do a single thing properly?!”

And so, my trust capital went bankrupt. Unable to contain their anger, the Regressor grabbed me by the collar and shouted.

“You spend money like water! Empty food containers are scattered all over the yard! The only people coming into the mansion are delivery workers!”

“The housekeeper will be here soon. They’ll clean everything up.”

“Oh, what an achievement!”

The Regressor let go of my collar and clutched their head. Their chest rose and fell a few times before they muttered with a grave expression.

“Hah...! It’s fine. I haven’t wasted my time. Finishing up the trading company matters in just a month was quick. If I just do things properly from now on, it’ll be fine!”

“That’s right. Shei, you can do it.”

“I meant you! You call yourself the King of Humans! You’re supposed to be defeating the wolves! But I don’t see an ounce of that resolve!”

“But the political situation here is just too complicated.”

I wanted to do things properly. But what could an ordinary person accomplish when dropped into an unfamiliar city? Even with money, a drifter without connections or information had clear limitations. It was only natural that I hadn’t produced any results.

...That’s the angle I should go with. Just admitting I was slacking off would be too humiliating. I grumbled, making excuses.

“There’s too much racial tension. Conflicts break out all the time. They say beastkin are discriminated against, but the moment I joined a clan, all I heard was He’s human, he’s human. They treat me with suspicion because I smell unfamiliar. What am I supposed to do?”

Since Ende’s political climate was indeed unstable, the Regressor didn’t doubt my words.

“I know. But the easiest way to resolve conflicts between humans and beastkin is to use the King of Beasts. I thought you’d be capable of it.”

“I told you, I lost my power.”

“You still have Azzy. The King of Dogs.”

The Regressor pointed at Azzy, who was happily gnawing on a bone. Oh, right. Even though she’d gotten chubby, she was still a king.

“There are many influential dog beastkin in this city. Especially Ende’s mayor, Trever—he’s a dog beastkin with imperial blood. More than anyone, he understands the threat of the wolves. If you had approached him, he would have cooperated.”

“And you knew all that, yet still left it to me?”

“I’m regretting it now. I should’ve grabbed some random passerby and forced them to explain even the most basic information to you!”

Ugh. Did I take the whole regression thing too lightly? No, if you can’t even handle this, there’s no reason for me to entrust anything to you. I might as well do it myself.

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Fine. If you want to do it for me, be my guest.

Well, I had been reading people's minds when I was bored, so I had a decent grasp of Ende’s major affairs. I just hadn’t thought to use Azzy as leverage the way the Regressor had.

“Haa... I need to move right away.”

“Eat first and take it easy. Here, have some meat.”

“Don’t need it. I’ll handle my meals myself, so just make a plan before I get back!”

Tch. I was offering out of goodwill. The Regressor left in a rush, like someone being chased. They were off to meet the mayor through the trading connections they had secured.

“So busy~.”

“Woof~.”

Azzy and I watched the Regressor leave, lazily chewing our meat.

There wasn’t much strategy needed. The plan was simple: weaken the enemy by setting traps and ambushes, then take down the Wolf King. That was the Regressor’s job.

My role was to find people who could help and bond with Azzy. Even though there was still some meat left on my ribs, a full beast tends to be generous. I casually tossed the bone. Azzy, who had been waiting eagerly, leaped up and snatched it before it hit the ground.

“Bork bork~.”

“Living the good life~.”

A big house with a yard and a pet dog. Peaceful, relaxing. If only I had a woman by my side, this would be the perfect ordinary life.

...Well, the Regressor was around, but they were still convinced they were disguising themselves as a man, so there wasn’t much appeal there. Not to mention, they barely even came inside the house.

Ah, Tyrkanzyaka really was beautiful. Now that she’s gone, I kind of miss her. I wonder if there’ll be any new encounters here.

“Is anyone home~?”

Oh. That must be the housekeeper I hired. I also asked them to pick up some snacks on their way. They got here quickly. I leisurely walked to the front gate.

One downside of living in a house with a yard—you have to walk every time you need to pick something up. And I couldn’t just leave the gate open.

Muttering spoiled complaints, I opened the gate—

And standing there was a pig beastkin, hood drawn over their face, hiding something in their arms.

Did the agency send a pig beastkin instead? Pig beastkin were known for being diligent workers, but I specifically requested sheep beastkin.

What’s going on?

“What brings you here?”

The pig beastkin ignored my question and instead glanced past me into the yard.

They saw Azzy happily munching on meat. The pile of empty food containers. And the heap of bones Azzy had chewed, licked, and treasured like a hoard of treasure.

...Had I been living too decadently? It was a bit embarrassing to let an outsider see the state of my home.

No.

The real issue was—

Why was an outsider, who wasn’t even the housekeeper, inspecting my home?

“...Was it good?”

“Huh? What was?”

“The beef soup from Kitchen Gluta. Was it good?”

“Oh. Yeah, it was. Pretty tasty.”

“That wasn’t beef. It was pork, slaughtered outside the city. Gluta deceived you.”

...What? They lied about the ingredients? And then charged me 40 alche for it?

I had enjoyed my meal, but now my mood was completely ruined.

I wouldn’t be satisfied unless I got at least ten free meal vouchers in compensation.

“Thanks for the heads-up, whistleblower. I’m going straight over there to get my money back.”

“...Is that all you care about?”

“Is there something else I should be concerned about?”

The moment I questioned him, a cold glint flashed from the pig beastkin’s embrace.

Before I could react, sharp hostility plunged into my body.

“Guhk!”

I let out a strangled cry and collapsed. A dark stain began spreading across my clothes. The pig beastkin looked down at me with a twisted smile of malice-filled satisfaction.

“You keep a dog as your guard, fill your belly with pork... oink oink. It must’ve felt good taking from others. How does it feel now that the tables have turned?”

“Ugh... Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this to me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. I’m letting you off easy since you were tricked into eating it. Oink!”

The pig beastkin pulled his hood even lower and bolted. Despite being a pig, he was still a beastkin, and his legs were fast.

Suppressing my groans, I moved with all my strength and shut the gate. The lock clicked into place, and only then did I allow myself to breathe heavily, leaning against the door.

“Woof?”

I looked up to see Azzy standing there, staring at me with concern.

This dumb mutt, a guard dog? What kind of watchdog can’t even bite people? She was just a freeloading pet.

Annoyed at her uselessness, I gritted my teeth and groaned.

“I just got stabbed, and you’re just standing there staring?! Call the police already!”

“Woof? But you’re not hurt?”

“...Surprise!”

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Damn it. Why is this dog so smart? Did she notice the lack of blood?

I discreetly pulled out the meat I had hidden inside my clothes. The thick cut, still attached to the bone, bore a deep knife wound.

I had faked the stabbing by pressing the meat against my side and squeezing it to make the juices flow, creating the illusion of bleeding. The pig beastkin, mistaking it for real blood, had assumed his mission was complete and fled.

Good thing I ordered an extra portion.

I tossed the stabbed meat to Azzy and muttered.

“Where the hell did they find such an idiot for a hitman? No, not even a hitman.”

This was just terrorism.

Some lunatic had followed delivery workers, tracked down households that ate meat, and gone around stabbing people indiscriminately. He hadn’t attacked me because I was the King of Humans or because I was Hughes.

It was simply because I had eaten pork.

“This city is rough. I thought I could spend a month squandering money in peace, but now I’m getting attacked?”

Ende, the city at the frontier. I thought money would make life here a paradise, but the world wasn’t that simple.

As I sat in thought, Azzy tilted her head.

“Why did you get stabbed?”

“What do you mean why? Because he stabbed me.”

“Woof? Dodge!”

“If I dodged, he’d just stab harder next time. It’s better to take one hit. A weak stab doesn’t hurt much.”

Even if I got through this one, what if another one showed up?

It was better to just fake getting stabbed and be done with it.

Still, getting poked hurt. I rubbed my sore side and spoke.

“But Azzy... wasn’t ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) that kind of fun?”

“Woof.”

Azzy shook her head. She wasn’t into human fights.

Well, that was a dog’s perspective.

“So a pig beastkin stabbed someone just because they ate pork? Does he think pigs are his ancestors? Rather than humans?”

Now that was interesting.

I’d like to read a few more minds about this.

“Baaah~. Baaah~. We’re from Team Wool housekeeping~. Are you the client, Hughes~?”

As I was pondering, I sensed a group loitering outside the gate.

A real housekeeping crew, sent by a clan of sheep beastkin.

I got up and opened the door.

It was already the fourth time these guys had cleaned the mansion. The sheep beastkin bowed politely and immediately got to work. Azzy twitched as if she wanted to play with them, but I held her back.

“Azzy, let’s go for a walk.”

“Woof!”

Regressor, you got your wish.

I’m finally about to take on the world.