Became the Mafia of the Academy

“young master. Have some of this too.”

“No, because I’m full.”

“You say you need to eat to recover quickly?”

“I’m not going to eat.”

A VIP ward in the city center of Sicily.

There, as I was lying on the bed and pushing away the apples that Latte was slicing, I heard a knock from outside.

-junior. This is Michaela.

– I’m here too. Eugene!

At the voices of the two people outside, I nodded and asked Latte to open the door.

The doorknob opens with a click.

“Eugene, I brought a fruit basket because I didn’t know what you would like.”

“I also secretly brought some presents from the Vatican—- hmm? You have guests.”

Two days have passed since I was admitted to the hospital.

The raid on Etna Volcano ended without much damage.

The reason why they say there is no great damage even though there are so many deaths, serious injuries, and minor injuries.

That’s because the raid survival rate of ‘Etna Volcano’ according to official statistics was 1%.

If 50 people enter, it can be said that it was a success because dozens of people returned alive in a place where only one person survived.

It was because the public was already calling all the participants the heroes of the century.

Immediately after defeating Typhon.

I pretended to have lost my mind outside the temple, and it was assumed that I was moved to another place by him during the raid.

A situation where no one doubted me whether the effect of Magical Log’s skill and the impact of divine power was strong.

In the first place, who would believe that Carlione Jr. took down Typhon while scattering divine power in a bizarre outfit?

There was no need to act out of mind.

It was because as soon as I avoided the seat and at the same time accepted the exhaustion that I had barely endured, I immediately lost consciousness.

‘Well, considering the use of a holy relic that didn’t suit me well and the recoil of the god’s sinew, it’s a miracle that it ended like this.’

Even so, thanks to that, I became a hero who took the lead in fighting against Typhon and was injured.

“It looks like your friends are here, so I’ll just go. Your request will probably be finished by this evening.”

“okay. Please.”

“yes. Then, do you have a good rest?”

Latte moves out of her seat for the two people visiting the hospital.

“Eugene. Who is that?”

When a stranger appears, Elena asks as if she is curious.

“The one from Carlione.”

“ah. I thought he looked cute, but he turned out to be a scary person.”

The Carliones still in her head seem to be a group of scary people.

Well, they are all harmless people.

“But what happened? Weren’t you and Sister discharged from the hospital yesterday?”

“Ah, that’s it… … .”

“Because I prepared something for Eugene’s speedy recovery.”

Saying that, Michaela brings out something.

What came out of her sleeve was a small box with luxurious packaging.

“What else is that?”

“It is a fig that the pope himself raised. Unlike other fruits, it will grow with plenty of divine power and will be good for recovery.”

“… … The pope raised it himself? A gift from the Pope. Are they the same?”

She tilts her head when I ask why such a thing suddenly came out of here.

“yes? Is that what I came up with?”

Oh, it must have been stolen.

“… … that. Can I steal it that easily?”

“Even if you get caught anyway, it won’t be a problem since it’ll be over in about three pages of copying prayers. Come on, let’s eat.”

Saying that, she gently placed a fig on top of my blanket.

Because of her sincerity in harvesting the pope’s fruits, she slowly reached for the figs despite being full.

[You have found a new item.]

[Name: Figs grown by the Pope himself]

[Rating: Rare]

[Type: Elixir]

[Description: A fig grown by the modern pope himself in the Vatican’s garden. Consuming this fruit full of divine power boosts the body’s metabolism and improves recovery for a certain period of time.]

Wow, this is listed as an item.

It looks like a really valuable item. I cut it in half with my hand and chewed only the flesh inside.

“… … How is it?”

“Ah yes. It’s delicious.”

The taste is just a fig taste. No, it’s a little bit sweeter than regular figs, isn’t it? Still, I chewed it because it was good for my body.

Well, to be honest, I felt better this morning, but I can’t stand the elixir.

“Yes, Sister. What was the situation in Venice and Medici?”

“Ah, is that what you mean?”

The Medici family could not obtain the ‘Essence of Fire’ due to the advent of ‘Magical Log’.

In other words, the item that was the final goal of this raid was not taken care of.

“I heard that Don Medici fell with a vase because of it. Aren’t you probably lying in the mansion and moaning?”

“is it so? That’s too bad.”

As expected, is it according to Latte’s story?

Before entering the raid, I heard from Latte the real reason why they were trying to get the ‘Essence of Fire’.

‘It looks like there was some kind of contract with the Vatican.’

‘With the Vatican?’

‘yes. Did you decide to give a potion called ‘Holy Blood’ if you hand over the essence of fire to the Vatican? I heard that ordinary people can wake up if they drink this.’

Awakeners have a much longer lifespan than ordinary people, age slowly, and do not treat small illnesses well.

If it was someone else, I could have thought that they were trying to get ‘Holy Blood’ for this reason, but the opponent was Medici.

‘It seems that Don’s Callione thought that the reason why he was able to come this far was because Don was an Awakener. You and your son will become awakened together and dream of the revival of the Medici. Even now, the Medici are embarrassed that there is a Carlione branch in Italy.’

As a result, it seems that what they were aiming for was the revival of the Medici and the withdrawal of Carlione from Italy.

In other words, delivering the ‘Essence of Fire’ to the Medici is like offering a treasure to the enemy.

Can you stand still and watch it from the position of Carlione’s successor? Besides, is it a free item?

“Eugene?”

“huh?”

“What do you think?”

While I was bruised for a while. It seems Elena called me.

“No, just curious.”

“Are you curious?”

As I got off the bed and relaxed, the two looked at me with surprised eyes.

“The figs Sister brought me must have worked. Can I leave the hospital today?”

They look like they didn’t expect me to wake up this soon. [Natural Healing (A)] is such a scam. In fact, most wounds heal in a day or two.

“junior. Doesn’t Junior have some troll blood?”

“yes?”

“Hey, the high priests of the Vatican say they healed you, but doesn’t it make sense that you usually get up two days after getting the wound?”

“When have I only done things that made sense?”

She puts on a dumb expression that ate honey at my shameless reply.

Soon Michaela sighs and shakes her head.

“You have always been a nonsense person. So where are you in such a hurry to leave the hospital?”

“I have work to finish soon. I plan on moving a little busier.”

“Are you saying the end?”

“yes.”

Because I can’t stay in Italy forever.

* * *

“I will see you.”

After a long time, he moves his steps following Latte, who is wearing a suit.

Sunny weather and cool breeze.

Dozens of gang members follow me as I walk at the forefront.

The destination is the mansion of the Medici family.

At the entrance stood men with a vicious spirit and the Venetian guild members who had fought leaning on each other just a few days ago.

“Carlione Jr. I’ve heard that talks are definitely needed, not war.”

Luca, who is in front of them, looks at me and tells a story.

“That’s right, I came to talk. By the way, it looks like you prepared something too?”

“We are just an escort for Don Medici.”

“It’s an amazing coincidence. Because this is all my escort. How can I go inside?”

“If you go in alone.”

As the two of us talk, the latte standing next to me jumps out.

“What do you believe and send the young master alone? Do you really want to go back?”

At the same time, a tremendous momentum rose from behind her.

A sense of intimidation, as if a giant Jungleian hamster is looking down, dominates this space.

Even the Medici enlisted men who blocked my path flinched and retreated.

“Latte.”

“… … yes.”

When her name came out of my mouth, she lowered her head and stepped back.

Looking at them in front of my eyes again, I open my mouth.

“As you can see, I don’t know what will happen on our side without me. That won’t work.”

“… … If so, we have no choice but to be denied access.”

“Can you stop that?”

This is the situation where the elite troops of the Milano Family under Carlione were brought in.

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No matter how much Venetian guild members were, it was impossible to stop us with a body that had not been properly treated.

“——Enough.”

At that time, the tightly locked iron door of the Medici family opened and a man in a wheelchair came out.

Don Medici. And the one pulling the wheelchair behind him is Medici Jr.

“… … Can you hear what the hell I came here to talk about?”

The information that he was caught in a vase was true, but his appearance was much more miserable than when he first saw it.

A skinny face, emaciated limbs, and even a cracked voice.

It must have been a shock to not be able to obtain the ‘Essence of Fire’ in this raid.

“I thought you had to fulfill the contract.”

“… … contract?”

“It was to pay off the debt of Ludvio Maestro. Didn’t you agree to fulfill it after the raid is over?”

When the story was brought up in a confident voice, the Medici laughed and said, ‘Huh!’

“I couldn’t even get the essence of fire, so you have to fulfill the contract?”

“I’m sure our first contract was ‘Raid Success’, right? Are you going to change your mind?”

He listened to my words and glanced at the gang members behind him.

“… … Geroguman brought the children of Milan to do this.”

“If our contract is clear, there will be no big deal.”

brief confrontation.

Luka was slightly lowered so that he could pull out his sword at any time, and Latte also moved his center of gravity forward so that he could protect me at any time.

but.

“… … Got it. don’t let that happen.”

After all, it was the Medici who lowered their tail first.

“Hey. Hand it over.”

“… … father!”

“Can you deal with them like this now? Are you talking about us gathering only the sick?”

Medici Jr., unable to answer his words.

“So, hand it over and come… … .”

Eventually, Medici Jr. bowed his head and came towards me and handed me a piece of paper.

An IOU with the name Ludvio Marco written on it.

With this, the maestro’s debt was completely eliminated.

“Yes, I am sure. performance of the contract. thank you Don Medici.”

“… … I just did what I had to do. Then, I’m not feeling well, so I’ll go in first.”

“Please get well.”

After hearing my answer, the two of them turn their wheelchairs and try to enter with their son.

Previously.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Ludbio Maestro has joined Carlione from today. The workshop street where he is located will also be directly managed by the Milano Family under Carlione from today.”

They decided to engrave their current position on those who may still sharpen the blade of revenge.

“What do you mean?”

At this, Medici Jr. turned and looked at me.

“That street was managed by our Medici!”

“Why are you upset?”

Seeing his still shameless appearance, I slowly approached him.

“Actually, the distance that doesn’t even cost that kind of money doesn’t matter much. Except for the fact that it’s our hometown, they wouldn’t have cared. Actually, I’ve been neglecting it for a while now. however… … .”

He lightly puts his hand on his shoulder and squeezes it tightly. The opponent’s face frowned at the moment.

“──It shouldn’t have crossed the line. you know? Our Carlione’s hypothesis.”

everything for the family.

“There are still many ‘Don’s in our family who think that Ludvio Maestro owes them a favor. like… … like my father.”

“Ouch… … .”

After letting go of the hand that had given strength to the guy’s increasingly contorted expression, he very kindly brushed off the dust off his shoulder.

“Well, that’s it. If you feel bad… … .”

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Now that I’ve said everything, I finished my words by sweeping them one last time.

“At least contact the Vatican.”

──Just like it used to be.

He stood there blankly, unable to forget what I said after my back story.

“… … It won’t happen. Carlione Jr.”

It was the Medici who answered my question.

“So can I go back?”

“Of course. Don Medici may die. Medici Junior… … You haven’t answered yet.”

The guy’s two fists were in a state of pure white, no matter how hard he had clenched them.

The boy’s shaking head.

“… … It won’t happen.”

And with difficulty, the boy opened his mouth.

“Isn’t it?”

To the one who finally declared surrender, I drive a message as the last wedge.

“As the successor of an organization. I trust that you will do well. Shouldn’t we see it more often in the future? They are the same heirs.”

The fact that your organization is coming to an end.

“Please, I hope we can continue to have a good relationship like this in the future.”

The fact that you will continue to be under Carlione.

“Let’s be friends from now on. Medici Jr.”

──Even as a mafia. that you don’t belong to me