Necromancer Survival
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Chapter 287

‘Somehow, I feel like I’ve been tricked…’

The Servants, who had been bothering and circling me until now, disappeared like ghosts as soon as they found out that I had run out of money.

Eventually, the only one left by my side was a tiara-adorned Lackey, and…

“They’re coming?”

…And Seo Dawon, who was holding me in his arms. He dragged me into his embrace, still lounging on the bed, after I entered the bedroom after wrapping up the matter regarding our deliveries.

I didn’t hate the fact that he buried his face in my stomach like a child. I didn’t hate it…it was…merely a problem. Absentminded, I barely managed to spurt out an answer. “Yeah… But, what did you guys order? I’m clueless…”

“I bought a few items and clothes.” Seo Dawon said, very simply, but I knew that the monetary amount of his orders was way more than the other Servants. Seo Dawon must know that, right? Was that why he was trying to act cute? I could only sigh inwardly and stroke his pitch-black hair with my hands.

Ding Dong–

And… Finally, our delivery arrived.

Usually, only one delivery person would arrive, but, for some reason, there were two people standing at the door.

However, the clothes the two were wearing were different: One was wearing an incredibly familiar Market Raid delivery uniform, and the other was adorned with a suit and briefcase.

“Hello. We’re from Market Raid.” After greeting me politely, they handed me a key-shaped item. I could already recognize that it was an [instant inventory].

“There were many items within your order that needed to be accepted after you check the appraiser’s warranty certificate. I’ve arrived with an agent who will provide the accident insurance and notarization documents for each of those items.”

“Ah, Y-yes…”

“Could I first ask for your signature here?” The man in the suit handed over a document–a receipt?–while the excited Servants surrounded us. I signed all the documents and returned the provided ballpoint pen to the notary.

“Thank you. Please continue to use Market Raid profusely.”

“Yeah…” I bade my polite farewells and saw them off; Kim Olim closed the front door straight away.

The [instant inventory] key in my hand was stolen by Jung Garam before I could even register his movements. I flopped down wordlessly on the sofa. Perhaps Lackey was also feeling the ambient anticipatory excitement; it clung onto my heels as it looked towards the living room.

“As expected of Market Raid–this is great service!”

“Are the weapons still en route for delivery?”

“Since they’re from Lee Dojin, it shouldn’t take long.”

The noisy servants soon shut their mouths and stared silently as Jung Garam twisted the key. Soon, the living room was filled with light as a brilliant shine poured forth.

‘There’s at least dozens of DAA boxes alone in there…’

My mouth hung wide open when I saw the familiar brand name on the box. They were from DAA’s fashion line–which also ships from Market Raid–so they couldn’t be items…

‘3 million won for a T-Shirt…That’s impossible..’

However, the shock didn’t end there. Seo Dawon opened the DAA box with a few flicks of his fingers and lifted out the clothes, one after the other. The clothes were mainly colored a beautiful white or pink. Maybe I didn’t know much about fashion, but, though the clothes were quite tidy and pretty, they honestly looked a little too undignified for Seo Dawon.

‘It looks a little too small?’

Did he order the wrong size?

However, Seo Dawon approached my side while floating the clothes in the air. Then, the docile shirt hanging behind him suddenly flew under my chin.

“W-What?!”

“Cute.”

“It’s good. I think he’d look good in navy blue as well.”

“I bought a cardigan in that color.”

What was more ridiculous was Kim Olim who, while conversing with the Mage, pulled a branded sneakers box off the pile and walked over to me.

I couldn’t think of something to say when she placed the sneakers at my feet. The paladin even kneeled down on one knee to put the shoes on me.

“W-Wait a minute! Hey! Why did you guys buy clothes for me?!”

Jung Garam, who was eagerly opening something with a dagger behind me, answered for everyone. “Choi Lee~kyung~… How could you wear the same clothes twice in one week?”

“What the…”

In addition, as if he were agreeing with Jung Garam, Choi Kyung-sik intervened in our conversation and scolded me, “I was startled when I first saw your closet. You didn’t even have the basics.”

And, Seo Dawon gently grabbed my chin and mumbled a bit apologetically, as if he found my situation a bit pitiful, “Lee-kyung-ie… You used to sell fans on Market Raid. You couldn’t afford to buy clothes.”

“What fans?”

“You know, the… things that drop when you defeat Orcs. Don’t you remember?”

“Or…c?”

Woo Ragi, tearing a box with his echo blades behind us, raised his eyebrows. “Those things sell?”

“He was working hard to sell them…”

“You would have been better off grinding.” ¹

“Shut up!”

“Every time I hit the nail on the head, he tells me to shut up.”

I shouted angrily at Woo Ragi’s scornful words, and the Swordsman subsequently brushed me off. Meanwhile, Kim Olim succeeded in putting the sneakers on my feet and tied the shoelaces. Then, she took my hand and made me stand. “Try walking around.”

“Hey! You guys… Am I a kid or something?”

“Your feet don’t hurt?”

“…No it…doesn’t. Actually, that’s not important–you guys are really going overboard.”

Woo Ragi laughed and made sarcastic remarks at my flushed face. “If you’re ugly, you should at least wear nice clothes.”

“It’ll be winter, so it’s a good thing to buy new outfits in advance.” In the end, with Seo Dawon’s statement, I was forced to sit down on the sofa again.

‘Honestly, why did they buy things for me while pretending to shop for themselves?’

Honestly, I didn’t think it would feel this weird if they had bought stuff for themselves. Fortunately, at least in Woo Ragi’s or Jung Garam’s case, it didn’t seem like they were solely buying useless items for the sake of giving me a hard time.

In particular, Woo Ragi, that bastard, was completely absorbed in hanging a new pretty butterfly decoration on his sword. When I saw him working so hard at attaching that ornament, I thought, ‘So guys like him have their own quirks and desires huh?’ Of course, when he felt my gaze, I felt his expression turn into a discontent glare.

And, Garam was…

“Choi Lee-kyung! If I put this here, it’ll look good, right?”

He had hung fairy lights, shiny bulbs hanging on a wire, on the art wall in the center of the living room.

Though it was pretty, the lights didn’t fit with the current modern interior. However, after seeing Lackey open its mouth with awe at the lightbulbs, I simply nodded. The skeleton leaped a few times, trying to grab the shining lightbulbs hanging high in the air before sitting down at its feet and staring at the light endlessly.

“Hehehe~” Though Choi Kyung-sik seemed quiet, it turned out that most of the boxes that arrived today were his items. He hummed, throwing bags of suspicious powder into his inventory, one by one.

“What did Choi Kyung-sik-ssi buy?”

“Ingredients for Golems. I need at least one right now.”

…Didn’t it cost tens of billions to make one golem?

Choi Kyung-sik sighed regretfully, “Well, it was hard to choose its final form, but… I think I can make something usable out of all this.” Then, after pushing a mountain of boxes to one side of the living room, he went straight to the second floor.

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Afterwards, we cleaned up all the trash left behind; Seo Dawon filled my empty closet. Now, even Kim Olim was absorbed in applying an abradant–polishing paste–to her shield.

So, after a long while, I quietly returned to my bedroom by myself. The bedroom was slightly messy, but I was more bothered by my new clothes hanging in the now half-open closet.

At that moment, Seo Dawon, who had left my side for a while, suddenly entered the bedroom as well. He glided inside, glanced at the open closet, and looked back at me–laughter on his lips. “You don’t like it?”

“No… It’s not that.” Resigned, I sighed and stared back.

Honestly, expensive clothes like those deserved to be worn on a proper clothes hanger, right? For example…someone like Seo Dawon, who was walking over here in long strides. I then thought about what he would look like in casual clothes.

‘Comfortable clothes would look good on him also, right?’

First of all, he was tall; he had long legs and wide shoulders that would be the envy of any man… Then, I imagined what would happen if the Mage’s clothes flowed off him like water….and then quickly shook my head. Am I going crazy?

“Are you going to sleep?” he asked.

“W-Who knows…”

Of course, Seo Dawon, who couldn’t possibly know my thoughts, calmly approached my bed. I laid down with my back turned towards him and tried to dispel my own delusions.

However, just then, a translucent system message popped up before my eyes like the devil’s whisper.

[Do you want to change your Servant’s outfit?]

[If you choose the ‘Take off the top’ option, your choice will be applied to the Servant’s appearance.]

“W…What?!!” My body sprang up automatically, like a spring.

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I see. We’re playing dress-up doll now.