Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Chapter 317 Idiot



Zach and Derot realized that it was both inefficient and risky for Derot to try and sneak through the city to the hotel. Instead, Alzara used the cover of the night to go to Derot at the guild's headquarters to debrief whenever anything of note happened, such as a development in the name of the guild.

Zach was close to coming up with something that he, his maids, Derot, and the alchemists could be satisfied with. He could feel it.

But other than that, not much happened in the hotel room. Outside it, however, Derot was busy putting out fires, both literal and figurative. The other merchants' attacks on the goods they needed to craft potions and their interference with sales were relentless.

If Derot hadn't continuously found and come up with new ways to get ahold of the necessary ingredients and sell potions, the guild would have already been forced to halt its business. Fortunately, Derot was handy.

But Derot wasn't the only one keeping busy, and a few days later, there was noise outside Zach's door.

"Please let me knock first. He is a guest—"

"There is no need to knock when entering a criminal's room."

A moment later, the door to Zach's hotel suite burst open, and a man with a tidy appearance in a forest green uniform stomped inside. Two guys in similar but less decorated uniforms and a manager of the hotel followed behind him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Zacharia Evandiel, you are under arrest for orchestrating and arranging the import of outlawed and dangerous goods into the capital of this glorious Empire. Please do not resist for the sake of your family's honor and pride. If you come willingly, this will be a simple affair."

Zach, who sat the same way he did when Fredrick entered the room on the couch with his arms around Yanael and Soara looked at the officer with a condescending gaze.

The officer noticed Zach's look and lack of intention to stand up.

"Don't think for a second that your family will protect you. This is the capital and the laws you have broken are no mere trifles. Regardless of your background, you will stand trial for the errors of your ways."

"Sure," Zach said. "If I did anything wrong, my family would be the first to punish me for it, anyway. But…" Zach let go of Yanael and Soara as he stood up. He stepped around the table and came face to face with the officer.

"That's only if I've done something wrong. Without absolute certainty about my wrongdoings, my family wouldn't so much as cut my allowance. So, since you've clomped your muddy boots all the way here, you must have damning evidence, no? Let's see it. Officer." Zach flicked the tassels on the officer's shoulder.

The officer snorted and refused to back down even when Zach was close enough to count eyelashes.

"Of course, I have evidence. I also have testimonies of your involvement."

"Testimonies, huh? We'll listen to those later. First, let's see that evidence."

The officer crossed his arms.

"As if. What gives you the right? I have evidence. The only ones who need to know what it is are me and the judge. Now, either you follow willingly, or I will have you arrested. Do not even think about resisting."

Zach ignored the latter parts of the officer's words.

"What gives me the right? You said it yourself. I'm an Evandiel. That single word gives me all the right to refuse, resist, and oppose arrest unless or until I'm presented with the evidence of my crimes. If you want to arrest me, you have to convince me. Or you can try anyway. Let's see what happens."

As he spoke, all four of Zach's maids closed up behind him.

Four beautiful maids were the last sight anyone would describe as intimidating. But none of them were smiling, and all of them were exuding bloodthirst that made the air smell like iron. The officer hesitated as he glanced at the maids behind Zach.

One part of his mind wanted to criticize Zach for relying on his maids. Another wanted to criticize himself for being intimidated by those maids.

"Hmph. Suit yourself." The officer snorted and held out his hand toward one of his subordinates, who proceeded to procure a familiar rolled-up piece of paper.

"This paper here details the orders and information of a significant smuggling operation taking place and about to take place in the capital's underground market. These orders are confirmed by a certain signature at the bottom. Can you guess who it belongs to? Zacharia Evandiel?" The officer asked with the same mocking tone Zach had used earlier.

Zach stood with his arms crossed, completely undaunted.

"Someone who's been knocked on the head? Only an idiot would sign that kind of paper with their name." Zach scoffed. His answer and attitude delighted the officer, whose gloved hands grabbed either end of the paper and stretched it, holding it up in front of Zach. Read exclusive content at empire

"Ha!" He shouted in excitement.

"..."

The officer looked out from behind the paper to see the shocked, surprised, despairing, and tearful look on Zach's face. But the only thing he saw was a slight frown.

"Is this some kind of joke…? Did Anerias put you up to it?" Zach asked.

This time it was the officer's turn to frown, and he flipped the paper around to see what made Zach ask those questions.

It was blank.

It wasn't just the signature that was gone. The entire paper was gone. All of the ink and stamps that had verified the contents and the signature were completely gone.

The officer was about to turn to the subordinate who had clearly made a mistake when a figure appeared on the paper.

It looked like an ink stick figure, and it drew a mirror.

The officer could only look on in utter confusion as the figure finished drawing a mirror and then proceeded to write something on the mirror that he was looking at.

'Idiot.'


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