Alice's smile froze stiffly.
"Huh? Even as a shareholder, does Lord Executor have thoughts of stealing cultural relics?!"
Pela nodded solemnly:
"Yeah, or rather, if he weren't made a shareholder, he might already be on the other side right now."
"Alice, think about it—if he colluded with those people, how troublesome would that be? Given his nature, he might even drag Sampo along and pull off something big."
A certain someone stood with hands behind his back, chest puffed out, and frankly admitted:
"How could that be? Does this humble one seem like that kind of person?"
"In short, Alice, that's the situation. Please keep a close eye on things."
Alice nodded nervously:
"I understand. I'll do everything I can to stop the Executor."
"Is the museum opening now?"
Pela confirmed:
"Yes, the most important meteorite fragment in the comprehensive hall has returned, so we can proceed with preliminary opening. I'm heading out for a bit—Alice, I'll leave things here to you."
"Got it. I'll go over the work details with Lord Executor right away. Lord Executor, please listen carefully…"
…
Two hours later.
Alice smiled and said:
"Lord Executor, did you hear everything clearly?"
On the floor in front of her, a certain someone lay there like a dead fish, completely motionless.
At that moment, Pela returned to the hall.
And she saw this scene before her.
In response to Alice's question, the soundly sleeping certain someone groggily nodded, then continued sleeping.
Then Alice moved on to the next part of the instruction.
After finishing, Alice asked again, and the certain someone arduously nodded in his sleep once more.
This repeated over and over.
"…"
Pela delivered a direct knight flying kick, jolting the certain someone awake, then said to Alice in exasperation:
"What are you doing? This guy's completely asleep—don't you know to wake him up?"
"Huh?" Alice was very surprised:
"But Lord Executor said this is his innate skill… He can act out everything I teach in his dreams, making it easier to master."
Pela's eyes widened. She angrily ground her boot into the certain someone and gritted her teeth:
"You actually believed that? It's obvious he's tricking you!"
Hearing this, Alice couldn't help covering her small mouth, greatly shocked:
"Huh? N-No way? I thought if it was Lord Executor, accomplishing something like this wouldn't be strange at all!"
"This is doomed. This guy's really something."
While cursing, Pela looked downward.
Even though he was being stepped on, the certain someone didn't wake up—instead, he slept even more deeply.
Pela ground her boot harder again.
The certain someone immediately nodded groggily.
"…"
Alice said awkwardly:
"S-So what do we do now? Should the museum still open as usual?"
Pela was speechless:
"Sigh, let's postpone it. For the next few days, have this certain someone come here for remedial lessons until he gets it."
"O-Okay."
…
The first day afterward.
After finishing her tasks as usual, Pela came to the museum to check on the situation.
As soon as she entered, she saw the certain someone standing there with his head lowered, looking very serious.
"Ho, not bad?! Looks like the museum can open tomorrow." Pela's eyes lit up.
The certain someone nodded stiffly.
"Lord Executor, it's time for lunch. What would you like to eat? I'll go buy it for you." Alice asked nervously.
The certain someone nodded stiffly.
"Lord Executor?" Alice was stunned.
Pela's smile froze. She quickly went up to the certain someone.
She bent down and looked up!
The certain someone's eyes were completely closed.
"…"
"You're gonna die."
Hearing Pela's voice, the certain someone continued nodding stiffly.
"…"
The second day.
Pela nervously went to the museum again.
This time, the certain someone was standing, and his eyes weren't closed.
Seeing this, Pela finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Ahead, Alice was explaining to him. He nodded while holding his phone horizontally, fingers swiping rapidly.
Pela: "…"
"Lord Executor, did you understand everything I just said?" Alice asked softly.
"Mm… Mm." The certain someone nodded.
"Then, do you have any questions?"
"Mm… Mm." The certain someone stared at the screen and nodded nervously.
Pela: "…"
"Then, Lord Executor, could you summarize what I just said?" Alice asked nervously.
Pela stepped forward, frowning:
"Hey, she's asking you—what did Alice just teach you? Summarize it!"
The certain someone nodded: "Mm… Mm."
"…"
"Go check it out, guys—I only just noticed that this Houyi build brings healing!"
"…"
The third day.
Early in the morning, Pela arrived at the museum.
She was holding a pistol in her hand.
The certain someone was standing ahead. Noticing Pela approaching, he immediately put on a smiling face:
"Hey, you're here so early, you…"
Click—!!
Pela chambered a round and pressed the pistol directly to the certain someone's forehead!
Her face full of shadowy menace:
"Come on! I took the day off—today I'm staying right here in the museum to watch you listen!"
"…"
One hour later.
The certain someone raised his hand:
"I want fruit tea!"
What answered him was two bullets.
Bang bang—!!
"…"
Two black dots appeared on the floor.
Pela blew on the muzzle, sat to the side, and said gravely:
"Drink what? Alice, just pour him some plain water!"
"Oh, oh."
"…"
After much torment.
The museum finally opened for business.
Pela held the pistol with both hands hanging down, dark circles under her eyes, body limply collapsed in exhaustion, shocked:
"Why… It's clearly such a simple thing—why did it have to drag on so long?"
"Sigh, maybe this is fate… People need to settle and accumulate… Look, this humble one's current level is…"
"Get lost!"
"…"
To prevent any sudden incidents, on the first day of the museum's opening, Pela stayed right there and didn't go anywhere.
She sat in a corner, drinking tea, silently watching the visitors inside.
"Hiss, seems like there's actually something to it?"
Unexpectedly, this certain someone's mess somehow managed to run the museum in perfect order.
Although only the comprehensive hall area was open, visitor satisfaction seemed pretty good.
"Wow, that handsome guy with black long hair and golden eyes—is that Lord Executor? So hot!"
"Yeah, I didn't expect him to be the manager here too."
"Surely the exhibits here will be super safe, right?"
"Of course! Who'd dare steal exhibits right under Lord Executor's nose? They'd be throwing their life away!"
"Haha, yeah—unless Lord Executor steals them himself! But… since he's a shareholder here now, he probably wouldn't care about that small amount of money, right?"
Pela silently took a sip of tea.
"He may not care about it, but he's just too meddlesome."
Behind her, the certain someone—who had been touching an artifact—suddenly jolted!
…