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"Uh..."
The corner of Morin's mouth twitched.
He had vaguely suspected it before. Now that Catrina had confirmed it, he was certain.
Western culture was open. That wasn't an exaggeration.
For someone her age to still be a virgin, there were usually only two possibilities-either she wasn't attractive, or she came from a very privileged background.
Both were rare.
That was why Morin, despite being a seasoned player, hadn't immediately realized it.
His usual social circle didn't really offer chances like this.
Catrina's guess wasn't wrong.
Morin genuinely didn't want the burden.
A one-night stand and a first time were completely different things.
One was mutual release.
The other...
What if she fell deeply in love?
Wouldn't that ruin her life?
That would be a huge headache.
Morin didn't want that kind of trouble. And on some level, he still had a sense of responsibility.
"You're not wrong," Morin said, raising his glass. "To me, you'd be a big problem."
"Then I'm honored."
Catrina clinked glasses with him and drank it down in one go.
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The next day, in Bradley's office.
"What did you do?!" Bradley shouted.
After gauging the gap in their physical strength, he didn't dare grab Morin by the collar. He stood a meter away, furious.
"I didn't do anything," Morin said, shrugging.
"I don't believe you!" Bradley snapped. "You two got out of the same car!"
"So what?" Morin waved a hand.
"Do I look like the type who takes advantage of someone when they're drunk?"
"Your daughter was drunk last night. I was the one who took her home."
"And then?" Bradley pressed.
"I have to say," Morin sighed, "her bed is way more comfortable than a hotel's."
"What the hell?!"
Bradley was stunned.
How could someone be this shameless?
Even if something had happened, shouldn't you show at least a little respect to your future father-in-law?
Wait-
This kid's a freeloader.
Bradley's eyes narrowed as he stared at Morin, about to explode.
At that moment, Catrina finally stepped in.
She pulled Bradley aside and explained everything.
After tormenting him all night, her own irritation had mostly dissipated. Besides, Morin was right.
Nothing had happened.
"...Alright," Bradley said at last, his fury fading into suspicion.
Morin waved his hand.
"Let's talk business."
"What's the situation with joining the Eye of Providence?"
"Hmph."
Bradley snorted, but still answered seriously.
He knew priorities.
And honestly, while Morin was a bit of a jerk, he wasn't a terrible match for his adopted daughter.
Bradley's real concern was that Catrina wouldn't be able to keep Morin around and would end up getting hurt.
That was why he'd been so opposed.
If Morin were a well-behaved young man, Bradley might have even pushed her toward him.
"I contacted a few old friends yesterday," Bradley said.
"Using my connections, they agreed to issue invitations. As long as you pass the trials, you can join the Eye of Providence and access magic."
"What's the price?" Morin asked.
"Don't tell me magic is free."
"Of course not," Bradley shook his head.
"Do you think the Eye is a charity?"
"You need contribution points. You exchange them for magic. You earn points by paying money or completing tasks."
"Money?" Catrina asked, surprised. "Why?"
"It's normal," Morin said calmly.
"Maintaining an organization costs money. A long-standing magic organization even more so."
"Some old-timers don't know how to earn money. What if they run out and start abusing magic?"
"Living expenses. Equipment. Materials. Housing."
"Nothing runs without money."
"So exchanging money for contribution points is the most reasonable method."
He paused.
"Though the rate is probably high."
"You're right," Bradley said, looking at Morin with surprise.
That was exactly how it worked.
"One dollar for one contribution point. Even the most basic magic texts cost hundreds or thousands."
"Then wouldn't most magicians never finish learning magic in their lifetime?" Catrina frowned.
"A jack of all trades is a master of none," Morin replied.
"That's how it's meant to be."
"Too much is never good."
Morin nodded and shifted topics.
"So. What are the trial tasks?"
"There are many," Bradley said, walking to his desk.
"You choose."
He opened a hidden compartment, pulled out a long, thin box, and took out a parchment scroll.
He unrolled it in front of them.
"Look for yourselves."
Morin took the parchment.
It wasn't large. Just a list of names.
But when he tapped one, information appeared-backgrounds, crimes, task requirements.
"All wealthy people involved in illegal financial crimes," Morin said after checking a few.
"That's right," Bradley nodded.
"The Eye doesn't interfere with politics. We target rich criminals without political backgrounds."
"So you bully the weak and fear the strong," Morin teased.
"And you think you're brave enough to provoke them?" Bradley rolled his eyes.
"If it were necessary..." Morin chuckled.
Bradley's expression instantly changed.
Morin didn't explain.
He didn't need approval.
"Alright. Let's stick with rich people."
He scanned the list.
Then stopped.
One name vanished from the parchment.
"This one," Morin said, smiling.
"Arthur Tressler."
Arthur Tressler's insurance group held massive funds.
In Now You See Me, the Four Horsemen-led by Rhodes, a fake Eye member-targeted him.
They used magic to steal his money and distribute it to the audience.
The Eye knew about it.
They didn't interfere.
Those people met their standards.
Later, they gave them another test, officially admitting them and clearing Bradley.
That was Now You See Me 2.
But now-
Morin planned to remove the boss before Rhodes could stir things up.
If the main plot target disappeared, what would Rhodes do?
How would the protagonists develop?
That sounded interesting.
More importantly, the danger level here was low.
Morin could leave at any time.
Even if he changed or erased the main plot entirely, it wouldn't matter much.
At least, not to him.
As for Rhodes and the Four Horsemen-including Daniel-
What problem couldn't be solved with communication?
He'd compensate them appropriately.
For example, Eye of Providence qualifications.
First, he needed to get in himself.
That wasn't in doubt.
Even if they refused-
He'd force his way in.
After completing his tenth performance, Morin's magician profession leveled up again.
[Magician · Senior (100/10000)
Title Bonus:
[Magic] +1110
[Advanced Golden Cicada Skill]
[Advanced Guiding Heart Skill]
[Advanced Kato's Hand Skill]]
In short-
Morin now had the capital to mess around.
The kind where he could do whatever he wanted.
"Arthur..." Bradley frowned.
"He's extremely cunning. His legal team is terrifying. Be careful."
"Relax," Morin waved him off.
"I know what I'm doing."
"If I want him to pay, I've got a hundred ways."
"That confident?" Bradley was skeptical.
"His lawyers have won cases no one should've won."
"Then we'll just find a stronger legal team," Morin shrugged.
"What do you mean 'just find one'?" Catrina asked. "Is that easy?"
"It takes a thief to catch a thief," Morin said thoughtfully.
"But first, I need to borrow a department's power."
"What department?" Catrina pressed.
"You definitely know it," Morin smiled.
"Internal Revenue Service."
"Its abbreviation is-"
"IRS!"
"What?" x2
Morin's idea was simple.
His IRS Agent profession wasn't decorative.
It had real effects.
With Advanced Tax Law Master and his past-life IRS experience, Morin knew one thing-
Almost no company had clean taxes.
Especially not one built on scamming policyholders.
Claiming their accounts were spotless was like saying magic didn't exist.
Morin knew every common tax evasion trick.
He knew how fake accounts were built.
As long as he got their ledgers, he was certain he'd find something.
After that-
Work with the IRS.
Make a few adjustments.
And the money would come out.
Morin wasn't an IRS agent yet.
But he could be.
With Advanced Tax Law Master and a little magic-hypnosis, for example-joining the IRS wasn't hard.
Now that his Magician profession was senior-level, it didn't matter which profession he leveled next.
He could choose freely.
Morin adjusted his plans and explained them.
"You're saying," Bradley said slowly, shocked,
"that you self-studied all IRS knowledge, fell in love with magic before certification, and now plan to get certified, join the IRS, and then go after Arthur?"
"That's insane."
"So much effort for uncertain returns."
"Relax," Morin smiled.
"I know what I'm doing."
"And becoming an IRS agent isn't just for this."
"I can deal with any rich person with assets in the U.S."
It was simple.
Two professions.
Shared experience.
Win-win.
"...It sounds plausible," Catrina said after thinking.
"But how do you make the IRS cooperate?"
Morin looked at her.
Smiled.
"That's where you come in."
"...What?" Catrina froze. Then realized.
"No. I can only read minds. I can't control or hypnotize-"
"I'll teach you new magic," Morin interrupted.
"The magic of charming people."