I was Reincarnated as the Youngest Child of a Villainous Noble Family Who Controls the Kingdom from Behind the Scenes

We are walking through the royal capital at night.

After passing through the bustling downtown area, we soon come across the bar "Flash Night."

At first glance, this bar appears to be operating legitimately, but in reality, illegal drug transactions are secretly taking place here.

In the game, this location had already been replaced by another establishment, but you could hear from NPCs that illegal drug deals used to happen here.

Leorg probably gave me this mission with the intention of gathering information, but it's nothing special.

If you have knowledge of the game, you can pretty much figure it out.

In the game, this was just a trivial piece of information, but I never expected it to come in handy like this.

Right now, we're walking with our hoods up to avoid standing out.

It would be unnatural for two kids to be walking around at this hour.

"Um, Alphiss-sama, wouldn't this outfit actually make us more noticeable?"

"Not at all. Look around, everyone here is dressed flashily. We won't stand out even if we blend in."

"I see! As expected of Alphiss-sama!"

Yes, without the hoods, we'd look like complete kids, and that would be bad.

But by wearing the hoods, we can pass off as "weirdo number one and number two."

I have to admit, it's a perfect strategy—

"Hey! You little runts over there!"

Huh? Is someone talking to us?

Must be my imagination. There are kids everywhere. Or so I thought, until someone grabbed my shoulder.

The smell of alcohol hit me.

"Not good, kids wandering around at this hour... guh!"

"Let's go."

I delivered a quick strike to the solar plexus, and the guy, probably exhausted, passed out.

If he sleeps here, he'll catch a cold, but that's not my problem.

"Alphiss-sama, what was that about?"

"The night streets are full of that kind. Stay sharp."

"Yes!"

Good, Lushiel  didn't question it further.

That means my strategy was a complete success.

Refocusing, we finally approached Flash Night.

There's a small, inconspicuous entrance next to a barely noticeable sign.

It practically screams, "We're not doing anything here, just move along."

Entering through the front wouldn't be wise, so we headed to the back.

The back alley had a completely different vibe.

The dirty, deserted path was piled with garbage, and the stench was overwhelming.

It felt like the dark underbelly of the glamorous downtown area.

The front is all polished and clean, but this is what lies behind.

"Lord Alphiss, aren't we going in?"

"Better to catch someone coming out. Oh, here we go."

A middle-aged man stepped out, yawning and lighting a cigarette.

I pressed my sword against his back from behind.

"Don't speak. Make a sound, and you're dead."

"...!"

The man seemed to understand and raised his hands without a word.

I made him place his hands on the wall and turn his back to me.

"I hear illegal drug deals are happening here. Tell me where the drugs are hidden."

"I-I don't know, really... gyaaah!"

I stepped on his foot and twisted.

With my current strength, crushing this man's foot would be easy.

He seemed to realize that too, raising his hands higher in surrender.

"If you don't talk, I'll kill you and search the place myself. But it'd save me the trouble if you just told me."

"Th-the warehouse... under the floor..."

"Good, lead the way."

I kept my sword on him as we entered through the back.

When we reached the wine warehouse, he pointed to the floor.

"Open it."

The man pressed his thumb on the floor, and it opened like a revolving door.

Inside, there were rows upon rows of bottled drugs.

This was the illegal drug "Bellanna" I'd heard about.

Long ago, a witch named Bellaina supposedly created this drug. Drinking it activates magical energy, drastically enhancing physical abilities.

It puts you in a state similar to having amplified magical power, and apparently, it gives an intense high.

However, if ordinary people who aren't used to handling magic use it, their bodies can't handle it.

The sudden surge of magic causes a "Mana Burn," which can be fatal.

"There's more than I expected. Good, call your boss."

"Huh? Why..."

"Just do it."

I kept my sword on him as he called for the boss.

The boss, unaware of what was happening, arrived and was shocked to see us.

"W-what are these brats doing here?"

"You're the boss? Is Demaseka family behind this?"

"I can't believe a couple of brats found this place..."

The boss looked grim but still seemed confident, probably because we were just kids.

"B-boss! Let's get out of here! These kids are dangerous!"

"Idiot. We're from the underworld. You think we can let some brats humiliate us and just run? If you run, I'll kill you here."

With that, the boss charged at me.

He wielded a knife skillfully, but his movements were sloppy.

I kicked his hand, and he dropped the knife.

"Damn... you little brat!"

"Your training's lacking. Is that knife really your weapon of choice?"

"This kid's no ordinary brat... Fine, then."

The boss pulled out a bottle from his pocket, opened it, and drank the Bellanna.

His muscles exploded in size, tearing his clothes apart.

Now more than twice his original size, the boss drooled and twitched his fingers.

"This is it! It's working! Hey, you drink it too!"

"Y-yes, sir!"

The lackey I had threatened also drank the Bellanna, and his body swelled up.

Now, two muscle-bound brutes stood before us.

"Ugh, gross..."

"Pathetic. Temporary strength means nothing. Well, actually..."

I slashed their arms and legs.

Their limbs were swallowed by darkness and disappeared, leaving their bodies to collapse.

"This is far from what I'd call strength."

"W-what? Why? Help me, please!"

"Now, tell me the other locations where you deal. If you do, I'll spare your life."

"Th-the west third district of the royal capital... in front of the Demaseka warehouse... late at night..."

The Demaseka warehouse, huh? That's within the grounds of the Demaseka family's business.

This is more straightforward than I expected.

"Good, got it."

"Then you'll save..."

"Right, I said I'd spare your life, and I did. Now, die."

"Huh...?"

I never said I'd let them live forever.

I slashed their remaining bodies with the demon sword, and they were completely consumed by darkness.

Where those swallowed by darkness go, even I don't know.

All that remained were the illegal drugs.

No traces of the killings were left.

"Hmm, this demon sword is more useful than I thought. Perfect for cleaning up trash."

"That's quite the way to put it."

The voice came from the demon sword—the Demon God.

It's a bit troublesome when he shows up unannounced.

"Hey, you don't need to come out, you know?"

"I'd rather you aim for bigger targets instead of wasting time on these small fries."

Fair point.

But it's not like I enjoy dealing with these lowlifes either.

The Demon God yawned, clearly bored.@@novelbin@@