When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!
Chapter 87 - 88: Lamb

Chapter 87: Chapter 88: Lamb

"So that’s what happened," Cail said as he munched on a piece of lemon cake he had bought on the way to the hotel. Unexpectedly, Cail, who hated sweets, loved lemon cakes. For him, lemon cake was a different breed of sweet.

He was talking with the Fake God about what had happened in the rift. That was basically it. Virehn had been conducting a big experiment and was playing God. Everyone seemed vague about his true goal, but that was it.

The Fake God didn’t want to reveal what had happened between his daughter and Virehn, much to Cail’s dismay. Now that he had finally had a good rest, he was feeling a bit gossipy.

"Ugh..."

Cail looked toward the source of the sound. He heard the man groaning. Oh, he’s finally awake?

Feeling like he had just woken from a nightmare, the young man opened his eyes and was greeted by a bright ceiling light.

"Where am I?" he asked weakly.

"Heaven," Cail answered as he scooped another spoonful of lemon cake. "Or maybe hell, depending on your interpretation."

Cail narrowed his eyes at the taste of the cake; he was in a good mood. "Depends on how guilty you feel."

The young man’s eyes suddenly reddened. "I’m dead? Please, can you tell my big brother that I love him... If there is a next life, I won’t be a rebellious kid anymore. I would do anything he wants... I want to be his brother once again."

Cail paused his eating. He looked at the young man skeptically. "This guy is on to something?" he couldn’t help but ask.

Picking up a white pillow from his bed, Cail tossed it at the young man. "Is something wrong with your head?"

The pillow hit the young man straight in the face. It woke him up completely. He slowly sat up and saw that he was inside a hotel room. Seeing the familiar environment, like a spooked cat, he looked around vigilantly, searching for something.

Cail continued eating as he watched the young man turn paranoid again. "You were hurting yourself, so I had to knock you out. What’s going on?" he asked, pretending that he hadn’t knocked the guy out just because he was noisy.

"I—" Seeing that there was nothing unusual around, the young man slowly calmed down. "It’s nothing... Just a bad dream. Hahahaha. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Cail looked deadpan. That type of excuse... That couldn’t even fool children. At least make your reason believable if you’re lying.

Clearly, Cail forgot the shallow lie he had told Sellene. But of course, for him, he was different. No matter how shallow his lie was, everyone had better believe it... or he’d force them to.

Cail wasn’t interested in knowing the root of the problem. He tossed the empty cake container into the trash can and drank his bottled water. After closing it, he placed it on the bedside table and lay on the bed again. "If you’re fine now, leave."

Hearing that, the young man became cowardly. "C–can I stay here a bit? I promise I’ll leave, but I just need to contact someone," he pleaded with a weak voice.

Cail hugged his blanket as he rolled to his side. Staring at the young man, Cail became a bit curious. "Contacting someone? Who?"

"People my brother hired to protect me..." the man said anxiously. Cail observed him and concluded that he had social anxiety. Not the fake kind like Sirae, but real social anxiety.

"Protect you? You’re rich or something?" Cail had nothing on his mind now. He was just making idle talk to pass the boredom.

The man went silent. He probably didn’t want to share any more important details but had no idea how to answer Cail’s question without making things feel awkward or strange.

Then his phone rang. The young man pulled it out of his pocket like it was some kind of treasure. He was expecting a call from the people his brother had hired to protect him, but instead, the person calling was their family’s butler.

He looked at Cail apologetically before moving away from the bed and toward the door. Despite wanting a private conversation, he didn’t dare open the door and go outside.

He made sure to lower the phone volume, but unfortunately, Cail was a void user, so his hearing was sharper than normal.

"Uncle... Why did you call?" the young man asked, his voice sounding guilty.

"Young master. You should come home. Your brother... he’s injured from the rift," said the voice from the phone, sounding like an old man.

The young man’s breathing halted. "H–how could that happen? Wasn’t the Chairman with them? What happened... How bad is the injury? Is my brother okay?"

The butler on the other side sounded sad. "His entire body is covered with burns. He went into shock multiple times. They had a hard time healing his wounds because something seemed to be blocking the healing. Aside from that, his kneecap shattered. With no other choice, they had to use traditional healing since the void-based one doesn’t seem to work."

"Why did that happen?" the young man’s voice shook. "Who did that? Who injured my brother?" The normally meek young man suddenly had a surge of anger.

The butler replied, "They don’t know who it was yet. They said it was an unaffiliated void user."

They continued talking. The butler on the other side was unaware that the perpetrator was beside his young master, lying there, staring thoughtfully as he listened to the conversation.

"That sounds all too familiar," Cail thought. "The only cooked person I know is that lover boy who’s head over heels for Inshi. What was his name again? Have I asked? Hmm... I can’t remember."

What a small world. Cail wasn’t sure if this was a coincidence or something arranged by fate. Because if it was arranged by fate, then all he could say was... this young man seemed to have angered Ensi, the God of Fate. Sending such a lamb into Cail’s hands... It wasn’t a good thing.

Cail looked at the young man. Poor guy. He looked like a small cub who had lost his shelter. A tiny wandering cub who couldn’t survive without protection. This was what a true cub who should be sheltered looked like—not that brutally powerful ice princess or that hypocritical seamstress.

Narrowing his eyes, Cail already turned on the second gear on his glasses. He could see that although the young man had void energy, it looked artificial... something forcefully inserted into his body.

"What should I do?" Morally, it would be good to do nothing. But hey, the opportunity was already here. He wouldn’t let fate down and turn away from this opportunity, would he?