My Conquest of the World through Ice Magic Chapter 3

[Should I give it to Miria?…]

Now that I think about it, I’ve never given her a present.

Before going to the guild, I’ll stop by the crafting store.

I took my time heading back to town.
It was almost dusk, so most stores were closed.

I knocked on the door of the crafting store.
After many knocks, it seemed like there was still response. Finally, the shop owner Booker’s face appeared

[Good grief, who is it at this time… Oh, it’s just you, Krell… what do you want?]

Booker spoke with clear displeasure.
This morning, I wouldn’t have known how to respond, but I’m different now.

[My bad. I just have a little job for you.]

[Job?? Then come back tomorrow. Are you blind? Can you not see this [CLOSE] sign?]

With a small knock on the sign, Booker turned back, closing the door.
I stuck my foot into the crack of the door.

[I need you to do it now. Even you don’t see this very often, do you?]

I took out the [Big Winged Raven’s Innards] and handed it to Booker.
Staring at the item with a fixed gaze, Booker looked at me with a serious face and asked me a question.

[… You, where did you get this?]

[Well, I’ll tell you after you finish.]

[… Hmph, alright. I’ll do it.]

Finally understanding, Booker opened the door, letting me into the room.

On the table inside there was a bottle of whiskey.

I wonder if that’s a hindrance to his job?
I sat down on the closest chair.

[This is the real deal, huh?]

[You’re a craftsman, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be able to tell?]

As I spoke, Booker took another swig of his whiskey and stared intently at the innards.

[… Hmph. Well, even if it’s genuine it’s not like the shop is open for business right now. Leave it here and come back in a couple days and I’ll refine
it for you. It’ll cost 25000G though.]

Booker set down the innards on the table and smirked.
We both know that I don’t have that kind of money.

(He really is a piece of trash, huh…)

I thought about it.

I looked through my mental [Manual].
Inside, there was one technique that looked like it could be helpful.

(Well, I’ll try it…)

I raised a finger and pointed it at Booker’s forehead.

I touched his forehead.
Then, I used [Magic].

[…?]

From my fingertips, small particles of ice flowed out and entered Booker’s head through the pores in his forehead.

Within my mind, I could clearly see every inch of his filthy body.
Following the flow of his alcohol-filled blood, I penetrated his brain.

[Listen up, craftsman. Don’t make me pay a fee. Alright?]

[… A-ah… ah… okay.]

Following my orders, Booker picked up the innards and headed to his workstation.

By using tiny ice particles to infiltrate their brains, I can give direct orders to people.
Thanks to this technique, I was able to get the job done without needing to kill someone unnecessarily.

[Kuku… That Booker had to listen to me… Heh…]

I couldn’t hold in the laughter anymore, and snickered.

Might as well wait here until he’s done.

It’s a really antique wine.

I wonder if it’s expensive?

I downed the gla.s.s in one go.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had wine.
For a freeloader like me, there was no chance for me to have any.

(Maybe I should go brainwash the maid at home and keep this wine for myself…)

I thought about it as I drank the second gla.s.s.

I wonder how Count Teremius will feel about it.
When he returns from his trip, the entire house will have changed—.

Little by little.

To the people around me, I want to make it look like I’m slowly gaining power.

My epic begins here.
Until I’ve engraved my name forever in history, I’ll keep up my act.

Because, with the power of a [G.o.d], I’ve become immortal—.