Transmigrating as an Extra Third-Rate Villain

Chapter 206: Chapter 206:Recruiting [5]



Walking toward security guards, who were already familiar with me by now, I waved my paper pass before heading inside.

Opening the familiar doors of the royal dormitory, I took a quick glance inside, ensuring that nobody was around.

Peering through a crack in the door, I sighed upon seeing the common room and hallway were empty.

Taking out my smartphone, I sent a quick message to Charlotte.

[Ren: I'm outside.]

*BZZT~BZZT*

Not even giving me time to look away from my smartphone, Charlotte immediately replied.

[Charlotte: And, what exactly are you waiting for? The snow? Come in.]

...little does she know.

Opening the doors fully, I entered the luxurious hallways before taking off my jacket and wrapping around my waste.

A moment later, I heard a slight noise echo from further down the hallway while a familiar soft and calm voice spoke.

"You're late."

Shrugging my shoulders, I replied.

"Am I?"

Shaking her head as she walked past me, Charlottle muttered.

"Don't act stupid; you know I can see the 'silenced' and 'read' notifications on your smartwatch."

Walking through the lavish hallway, I looked upwards, admiring the diamond chandeliers hanging from the ceilings.

Meanwhile, Charlotte paid no attention to expensive decorations, continuing to lead down the wall.

After another minute, Charlotte and I actually arrived at a place that was familiar to me.

Along the walls of the hallways were countless paintings, each already familiar to me from my first time in the dormitory with Ruby.

Finally, Charlotte stopped in front of a seemingly normal painting before turning to me.

Then, she promptly removed a key from her pocket for before raising her hand to the painting.

Without a second of hesitation, she trusted the key forward right at the painting.

But, instead of going through the canvas and tearing the painting, the key simply passed through the painting as if it were holographic.

Seeing Charlotte standing normally as if her hand was not literally inside a painting, I blurted out.

"A subspace...?"

Smirking at my awestruck face, Charlotte nodded her head before gesturing to me.

A second later, Charlotte jumped through the painting, her figure disappearing from my sight as she went further and further into the painting.

In the next moment, Charlotte was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind the painting only.

Scratching my head, I imagined Charlotte angrily waiting for me before hesitantly stepping forward.

Jumping into the painting, I subcouscisley braced myself for impact as I had no idea what was on the other side of the painting.

However, just as I passed through the painting, I reopened my eyes, finding myself standing upright.

Awkwardly removing my hands, which had covered my head in fear of the impact, I glanced at the room.

...it was underwhelming, to say the least.

The room was relatively small compared to my gigantic warehouse... and just like my warehouse when I first got it, it was empty.

There was no furniture, tables... or objects for that matter.

Besides a couple of boxes filled to the brim that sat next to the wall, the room was completely empty.

The walls weren't even painted, and you could see scratches and holes all around the room.

Shaking my head, I asked.

"...is this room really...?"

Opening up one of the boxes, Charlottle explained.

"The principal was able to give me this room... because at least someone saw how unfair this situation was."

Gesturing for me to come over, she continued.

"But that was all. The principal insisted on remaining neutral in the battle between my brother and I, so she said this all she could give me to even out the playing fields."

Picking up one of the boxes, I grumpily asked, despite already knowing the answer.

"And who will be doing the cleaning?"

"*PFFT* Us two!"

"...is this really a Knight Order!?"

The next two hours consisted of Charlotte and I setting up the extra room that had been given to Charlotte by the principal without the prince's knowledge.

Picking up another box and setting up a desk, I questioned.

"You have plenty of servants and people who would help; why are we the ones doing the hard labor?"

Arranging the various materials and shutting the drawers, Charlotte shook her head and replied.

"You never know who you can trust."

"..."

"I can't just keep all my paperwork and items in my room... I'm sure my brother has already taken precautions by bribing the servants and maids."

As I continued talking with Charlotte about how she had obtained the secret room, I also learned that the room wasn't actually a subspace.

The principal, renowned for illusion magic, had just embedded one of her spells into the painting.

The painting was actually an illusion and just an entrance to this secret room.

So, unlike my actual subspace, this room couldn't be removed as you moved the entrance painting; the magic would fade away, revealing this room to everyone.

Wiping the sweat off my face, I finished setting u the last couple of placards before turning to Charlotte.

Seeing her clean and set up things like a servant or assistant, I almost couldn't believe she was a princess.

In the book, she was portrayed as a robot, with her sole goal being to win the fight against her brother at the cost of anything, even sacrificing others.

Yet, seeing her like a normal person, my feelings started to change.

"And, what are you looking at?"

Shaking my head, I replied.

"We're done."

Although the room was still a bit rugged, it was starting to come into shape as there were couches and tables all over, even a small kitchen area in the corner.

Sitting down on one of the couches, Charlotte said.

"Alright, we're done for today; you can go... I have to finish some things."

Nodding my head, I headed up the stairs, arriving back at the entrance.

Peeking my head out of the painting, making it seem like I was just a floating head in the air, I ensured that no one was around before jumping out.


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