Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 130

Next, Ayra shifted her gaze to her own stats. To her delight, her HP, MP, Intelligence, and even her Mind Reading—which had leveled up—had all increased slightly. She deliberately ignored the Current Thoughts section and closed the stat window, then opened the map.

Two groups of people were steadily approaching Solar—one from Sobletz and the other from Bolni. Judging by their speeds, Sobletz’s delegation would arrive around noon, and Bolni’s by sunset.

While she was at it, Ayra checked on Janus’s location. He’d taken the criminal she’d given him that morning and was now roaming around the market, plazas, and taverns, dragging the man along—but the guy was, so far, still alive. With a suspicious frown, Ayra watched Janus’s playful path, then closed the map window and rolled up her sleeves. With no administrator in place, she had no choice but to throw herself into the mountain of work.

As expected, the lord of Sobletz arrived around lunchtime. True to his identity as the ruler of a prosperous port city, his procession was extravagant and oozed wealth. Even the reins of the horses were decorated with gemstones. At the very front rode a middle-aged man with a fierce gaze, followed closely by an exceedingly beautiful wife and several children.

When the lord spotted Ayra waiting outside the gate, he pulled his horse to a halt.

“You are the lord of Solar? I am Jumenier Orseng, Lord of Sobletz.”

Still on horseback, Orseng declared his name in a haughty voice. His gaze made no attempt to hide the contempt. But Ayra simply smiled sweetly, showing not the slightest sign of wounded pride—causing a flicker of curiosity in Orseng’s eyes.

“Solar Sing Ayra, Lord of Solar, welcomes the Lord of Sobletz and his retinue. A warm lunch has just been prepared, so I hope you’ll join us. The cold here in Solar is harsh—you should warm your body with a good meal.”

Orseng nodded. When he turned his head, several slaves quickly rushed over and laid flat beside the horses and carriages. One by one, Orseng and his family dismounted by stepping on their backs.

Ayra had grown fairly accustomed to the class structure of this world—but even so, scenes like this always left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She led Orseng to the banquet hall. The steaming dishes laid out as if they'd been expecting guests made Orseng raise an eyebrow, as if surprised by the intelligence network at work.

Taking his seat, he said to his attendant, “My youngest daughter doesn’t like meat. Bring her a fish dish instead.”

His family didn’t seem very close—most looked subdued or intimidated—but it was still unexpected to see him taking such care. Then again, when Ayra glanced at the little girl, she could understand. Unlike his other children, the girl was still quite young but strikingly beautiful, taking after her mother.

That reminded her of the rumor—about the dragon’s lover.

‘She looks like she’s barely twelve. The dragon’s lover... Surely, it’s not this girl, right?’

But then again, considering how common early marriages were in this world... maybe it was. The very thought made her lose her appetite. She picked up a warmed glass of liquor and took a sip, then opened Orseng’s stat window.

HP: 3455

MP: 589

Physical Attack: 387

Magic Attack: ???

Favorability: 0♡

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Title: Lord of Sobletz

Occupation: ???

Strength: 53

Intelligence: 172

Skills: Swordsmanship, Commerce, Politics

Owned Titles:

Stubborn Ambitionist

One of the Wealthiest in the North

Merchant with Bloody Hands

Related Characters: ??? [Click!]

Current Thoughts: Unlockable with final Spirit GM level

In short, he was an ambitious noble who constantly trained his body. Ayra wished she could read his Current Thoughts, but since she couldn’t, she turned instead to scan the stats of his wife and retainers—nothing of special note. Though she had enough mana to dig deeper, she decided to conserve her power for now and continued the meal.

Though arrogant, dining with Orseng’s family turned out to be more pleasant than expected. As the warmth seeped into their bodies and their guard relaxed, the children began to chat—creating a light, cheerful atmosphere.

That peace, however, was shattered when Bolni’s lord arrived at sunset.

Unlike Sobletz’s lavish procession, Bolni’s entrance was like a military parade. Knights marched in tight formation, and even the attendants were stiff with tension. Riding a massive warhorse, the lord of Bolni was flanked by a familiar face—his son, Nilma Argan.

“The Bolni noble Nilma Arvalt has arrived!”

Declared the lord of Bolni in a booming voice, as Nilma Argan raised his chin proudly. Ayra smiled and immediately opened Nilma Arvalt’s stat window.

HP: 13,394

MP: 233

Physical Attack: 8736

Magic Attack: ???

Favorability: 3♡

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Title: Lord of Bolni

Occupation: ???

Strength: 207

Intelligence: 144

Skills: Swordsmanship, Command, Strategy

Owned Titles:

Excellent Commander

Related Characters: ??? [Click!]

Current Thoughts: Unlockable with final Spirit GM level

Nilma Arvalt was, in short, a very capable general and lord. Judging from Nilma Argan’s weak HP and Strength—hovering around 1,000—he clearly hadn’t inherited his father’s talent.

“Solar Sing Ayra, Lord of Solar, welcomes the Lord of Bolni and his party. A warm dinner has just been prepared, so I hope you’ll join us. The cold here in Solar is harsh—please warm your body with a good meal.”

Ayra delivered the exact same greeting she had given Sobletz, down to the word. Nilma Arvalt looked her up and down, then gave a satisfied nod.

“Well-timed. I’ve been riding all day and was just starting to feel hungry.”

He leapt down from his horse with ease. Riding on the back of his father’s power, Nilma Argan followed stiffly, holding his head high.

Both lords clearly looked down on Solar, which ironically made one-on-one interactions with them much smoother. Solar was leagues beneath them in terms of power, and historically, it had always been on the losing end—ceding land and trade deals. Ayra and her retainers, for now, could only harbor their resentment quietly.

Nilma ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ Arvalt, who had been smiling graciously at the young lord of Solar, lost all expression the moment he stepped into the banquet hall and saw Jumenier Orseng.

Ayra seated the two lords at opposite ends of the long table, taking the center seat herself. A heavy silence hung over the room as the dishes were brought in. Orseng and Arvalt clutched their utensils like weapons, locked in a fierce staring contest while Ayra quietly began to eat.

Even after a few bites, the two continued glaring without touching their food. She didn’t care if the lords starved—but it was unfair that their children and attendants were left nervously twiddling their thumbs. So Ayra gently nudged the mood forward.

“May I recommend the chicken and grain bread seasoned with herbs? It’s quite delicious.”

The “elegant” dish she so politely described was, of course, Wolf’s special meat-broth steamed bun. After some repeated coaxing, the lords finally began to move their spoons. Only after the two of them took bites did everyone else follow suit.

“This is good.”

“Mmm... A very deep and refined flavor.”

Both Orseng and Arvalt praised it sincerely. Their faces made it clear they were satisfied. Ayra quietly smiled, her thoughts already moving toward a small ambition—turning Wolf’s steamed buns into Solar’s official specialty and using them to boost local revenue.

“I’ve lived my whole life in the dungeon until recently, so I’m still adjusting to the ways of the outside world. If you don’t mind, I’d love to hear your stories during our meal.”

Ayra intentionally played the role of an inexperienced young noble—an indirect plea for the two to stop their passive-aggressive war, at least while they ate. It also subtly signaled her neutrality in their conflict.

Fortunately, neither lord seemed eager to start a full-on battle on the first day. They concealed their hostility, and Ayra played the peacemaker, lubricating the tension between them. As she smiled tirelessly, the pebble on the back of her hand displayed the message:

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And a moment later, a new quest window opened above the empty plate.

<Quest!>

[Who Is the Master of the Silk Spider?]

Successfully mediate the conflict between Sobletz and Bolni!

Reward: ???

Warning: If mediation fails, the estate’s commercial level will drop!

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“The Silk Spider, you said?”

“Yes. Apparently, that’s what sparked the conflict between Sobletz and Bolni.”

“The Silk Spider... That must refer to the Skite Silk, one of Bolni’s specialties.”

Saying she’d look into it, Jinas stepped out of the study and soon returned with a large box. Inside were ceremonial clothes made of fabric that shimmered like pearlescent beads.

“It’s the robe you wear for special occasions—weddings or inheritance ceremonies, for example.”

In the south, it might be fine—but here in Solar, that fabric looked much too thin, even for summer. Still, it was obviously expensive. Jinas explained that it was silk spun from the webs of the Silk Spider, which only lived in a specific forest in Bolni.

“Clothing made from this silk sells for at least 1,000 to 2,000 sel.”

“...Should we have sold this to pay off some debt?”

Facing Jinas’s dead-serious expression, Ayra reflexively felt guilty and touched the fabric. Its smooth, airy texture had no bulk and felt refreshingly cool. The price made sense.

She wondered how they even managed to spin spider silk into fabric and asked:

“Did the essential goods arrive?”

“Yes. All goods from Sobletz and Bolni were delivered as contracted.”

“Good. Keep them in storage for now. Once the lords leave, distribute them to the shelters.”