Restart:Untalented Man

Although Dorothy was safe for now, it couldn't be said the same for her home country. Hidden forces in the kingdom began to move in preparation for the war.

At some unknown location, a woman in her late twenties with wavy black hair and hazelnut eyes is reading a letter from her superior far in the north.

[...The possibility of our invasion plan leaking out is high. We don't know to what extent they gained our confidential information. However, the overall structure of our operation remains the same.

Rest assured, there's no change in your part of the plan. You may proceed with caution. In case any changes are made, we'll notify you immediately.

Once again, I sincerely pray for your success.

Mark Donald.]

Irene Julianos closed the letter. The former Trunk of Bagyarosia let out a long sigh.

Ever since Bagyarosia shattered into smaller nations, she gets less and less sleep. Out of all nations, the Kingdom of Ryntum is the only one that restlessly hunts her subordinates.

The spy network she inherited from her predecessor has gone through huge changes. She has been forced to make several personnel reorganisations and reassignments in order to safeguard the lives of her subordinates.

Though she initially doesn't care, the SIN agent has killed her faster than she could replenish them. At this rate, her network in Ryntum will likely die out.

Riz's action is outside of her expectations. It never came across her mind that Riz would have the courage to issue orders to kill everyone suspected of being associated with the Blackout. Yet, he did it.

When Irene received a report of SIN agents committing a massacre upon a massacre, she hastily ceased all espionage missions. Her mind was stricken with a dreadful thought. Irene hadn't felt this fear before, as if a sharp knife slowly moved closer to her neck.

"This young king is abnormal. Did he not care about his prestige or his people? For the sake of rooting me out, he spills tons of blood. What's even scarier is his people pay no attention to these incidents. Fortunately, I can use his action against him..."

Irene grabbed her red loose coat and came out of her hideout. The rays of dusk forced her eyes to close for a moment. After her eyes adjust to the brightness outside, she sets off towards her destination.

It didn't take her too long to arrive at the most famous tavern in Bideford, Robick's Dinners. In contrast to other places, this tavern operates almost all the time. She never once see this tavern closed.

Its long operational time gives them an edge against its competitor. Many taverns try to replicate their move but end up burning their capital in the process.

As Irene walks on the sidewalk to her desired destination, she inadvertently attracts the attention of the men...once again. Her ears catch both praise from men and envy from women.

She was helpless in this kind of situation, "It was an extremely unpleasant feeling to be constantly stared at. I didn't wear a hood because I want to act like an ordinary citizen. Wrong move, perhaps."

Irene ignored them as she usually does. Shortly after, she arrived at the establishment.

Her hand pushes the double-leaf door open before stepping into the tavern. It was only late in the evening and the tavern has not yet reached its peak hour. So, there aren't many people inside.

"…"

Nevertheless, the entire floor went silent. Her beauty charms many people in the tavern. Some of the people stopped for a short time to burn her image in their minds.

When talking about Irene's beauty, she is comparable to that of the future queen, Theodora and the future consort, Charlotte. The only difference between her and them is that she's an attainable flower, at least in men's opinion. They thought they had a chance.

Little did they know the beauty in front of them was killed so much so that she could bathe in the blood of her victims.

Minding her own business, Irene walks toward the counter. The interior of this tavern is novel from her point of view. Of course, she was aware of the king's involvement in this tavern.

The concept of order and pay first is similar to the fast food restaurant first implemented in this tavern. Furthermore, the appearance of weird machinery to shorten the food preparation time can only be found in this tavern. Who else has weird ideas except for the king?

"Welcome, miss. What would you like to order."

Irene looks up at the menu board. Compared to before, the menu has shrunk significantly. However, she found it was a clear move as the tavern doesn't need to focus on procuring tons of raw foods for a wide range of dishes.

"I would like a Dinner Set, please."

"And what about your drink?"

"Give me large-size orange juice."

"Here's your order number. Please wait at any table. We'll deliver it to you soon."

Irene takes a small piece of a number badge. She moves to the first floor to find a table. His eyes caught the figure of Aunt Tina's son, her target. He's currently surrounded by multiple girls, one on each side and three on the opposite.

Without being too noticeable, he smoothly lowered his back on the chair, at the table next to him.

It didn't take too long for her order to be delivered to her. Two pieces of deep-fried chicken, bread and vegetables with orange juice look appetizing on her empty stomach.

Irene picked the chicken and bit it. She entered a blissful state while chewing the crunchy chicken drumstick.

Occasionally, she glances at him. Aunt Tina, a prominent figure in the textile business has a son and daughter.

Unlike her hardworking daughter, the firstborn son named Evan has become utter trash and waste ever since his mother's company rose to fame.

Wealth has ruined him in his thoughts, behaviour and actions. He has sunk deep into worldly pleasures that he never tastes before.

To Irene, he's a perfect marionette with a bloated ego that she can use for her purpose.

A devilish smile appears on her face.

"Now, shall I start seducing him?"