Death Flag System: I Became An Extra From The Author Who Killed Me!

A stack of cash.

After taking a half-bath to clean himself following his self-training, during which he practiced both swordsmanship and archery, Cillian immediately went to his room to check the contents of the box full of banknotes that Willow had handed him.

The other guards, aside from those assigned once the transfer from Xesie begin, were there to protect the daughter of the head of the Montolov Family in case anyone decided to do something funny.

"Finn Montolov."

He hadn’t met this person directly or had the chance to face him, but Cillian had seen him from time to time, specifically when he was helping people the day after the recent attack.

He looked like a good guy on the outside, but Cillian didn’t want to rely on what he had shown on the surface or make further assumptions before they had even talked with each other.

He might still be able to use that information, but he would only take it at face value so that he could get an idea of what kind of person he was.

’I should get some money out of this deal since I’m the one passing the message.’

Thinking about getting at least a cut for such a simple task, Cillian couldn’t help but smile as he planned to follow Willow’s arrangement.

It was a development that Cillian had already anticipated and willingly welcomed.

"Heh, of course they’re going to move. The power that Viola once held is no more. The influence that this fallen powerhouse once possessed will be snatched away."

Cillian knew that Finn Montolov wasn’t the only one moving quickly. The other families that had held influence in this territory for far too long, but had been unable to make a breakthrough because of Viola, would soon start showing their colors.

Almost four weeks of rest was already enough time for everyone to have their cards ready.

"This is going to be fun. I’ll be able to do how a hidden manipulator should move. I’ll pull the strings from behind and..."

And control Viola himself.

That’s why Cillian would become more proactive in gathering information from now on. The trip with Melissa to the Underworld tomorrow would be worth it.

"Please, the more you guys destroy each other, the more we gain something out of this."

After wishing for that, Cillian slept soundly while looking forward to the future.

If nothing changed, he would definitely succeed.

There should be no changes happening, right?

...

Dressed formally in his detective clothes, with a monocle resting over his right eye, Cillian waited for Melissa to leave her house. He had already hired a carriage driver to take them to a nearby abandoned house that would lead them directly into the Underworld.

Eventually, Cillian saw Melissa leave her house.

She wore a brown dress that extended down to her knees while wearing pink sandals. Her glassy eyes complimented so well with her attire. There was a bracelet placed on her delicate arm, while wearing an earring attached to her earlobe. Her hair was arranged properly as if she were really being serious about applying for the job.

She wore a brown dress that extended down to her knees, along with a pair of pink sandals. Her glassy eyes complemented her attire well. A bracelet rested on her delicate wrist, while a pair of small earrings made her look more charming. Her hair was neatly arranged, as if to show that she was genuinely serious about applying for the job.

She looked like she wouldn’t accept going home if she wasn’t hired by Cillian’s father.

"Is this good enough?"

Melissa asked with a soft smile as she adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, somehow making Cillian see her in a different light.

When she was properly dressed like this, unlike the times Cillian had seen her in an academy uniform, librarian attire, or just simple clothes, she gave off the air of a proper lady.

Yet now, Cillian couldn’t help but appreciate the power of clothes.

Of course, it was the power of clothes. Having a gorgeous face was just a bonus. Dress well, and people would see you in a whole new light.

"Good enough. Let’s go."

Pretty bummed that Cillian’s reply was rather boring when she had been expecting more, Melissa pouted before following him.

The carriage driver and some people passing by couldn’t help but stare at Cillian in a stupefied expression as they listened to his conversation with Melissa.

To others, Melissa was a goddamn beautiful person, yet the only reply she received from this ungrateful bastard was, "good enough."

They had the urge to slap this guy, who clearly knew the girl was waiting for him to compliment her dress and shower her with praise.

However, Cillian wasn’t surprised, nor did he want to give Melissa any funny ideas. He was already aware of how gorgeous Melissa was because... well, she was one of the main characters.

Right now, his focus was on Underworld matters.

...

Ding!

The metal doors of the elevator opened as Cillian stepped out, while Melissa looked around curiously, comparing the Underworld to how she had imagined it would be as she followed him.

She had already expected it to be chaotic and disastrous, just as she had read in the books from the library. However, her expectations were soon shattered when she entered the elevator and saw the countless lights as they went down,

It was an amazing view, and she couldn’t help but be amazed that there was another city right beneath the surface of Viola.

"It’s somewhat nice in here...?"

"Yes, in a kind of way."

Cillian agreed before telling her important notes.

"When in the Underworld, the residents who live in these streets follow a strict set of rules. No, they aren’t the same as the laws of the above world. We call them survival laws, and there are only three of them. Ask no names. Touch no marks. See nothing."

Cillian began explaining this rule to Melissa, hoping she would understand it right away. Well, she would, since she’d be working here from now on, though mostly not on dangerous jobs, but more like desk jobs if she ever got a passing grade from his father.

"I see... I didn’t know about that... I see..."

After a few minutes of listening, Melissa nodded from time to time and asked a few questions for clarification, which Cillian diligently answered. However, their conversation came to a stop when both of them heard a commotion nearby.

Melissa looked around and saw a helpless old man being beaten by people decades younger than him. She frowned at the sight and looked in their direction, locking gazes with the youngsters who were only a few years older than her.

On this particular street, Melissa was about to rush over and help the old man until she stopped and remembered Cillian’s words.

-"See nothing."

This rule specifically applied to the situation, and Melissa couldn’t help but bite her lip in guilt before finally breaking her gaze from the youngsters beating the old man.

’Sorry, I have myself and my family to worry about... Times are desperate, so I wouldn’t be able to help you... I’m really sorry.

Even though she felt guilty, she knew this was for the best and for her own sake. She looked ahead and continued walking, choosing to ignore the matter.

Watching this from the sidelines brought a smile to Cillian’s face.

Secretly sliding his hand into his pocket, Cillian grabbed a pouch containing a few silver coins and placed it on the ground before calling out to Melissa.

"Hey, where are you going? Do you know where my father’s branch is even located?"

"Can... we just leave fast?"

"All right."

Soon, the youngsters and the poor old man stopped their act and immediately ran toward the pouch to grab the reward for playing along.

Nobody was hurt in the end.

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