In A Parallel World With Random Skills, I Reluctantly Become A Mafia Boss?

Chapter 7: City

Nobles were the only ones with such overbearing names such as that. No question about it. If I say anything rude, it would lead to my head rolling around, in a literal sense. Or at the very least, they might throw me in some kind of dungeon where I would be subjected to weird punishment play..wait, that's not right.

"You have a weird last name. Are you a noble too Sairenji? No, but if that were the case, I would've known about your house.."

Damn, I messed up.

Based on what she just said, this world seemed to only let nobles have last names. That meant that commoners had no surnames. And I, the idiot that I am, had now just given my real name that she now thinks is strange.

Alright, time to smooth this over! I'm counting on you, my partner!

'Bluffing Zone, Open!'

Ah, that was embarrassing now that I think about it. I'm glad I didn't say that out loud. Anyway, let's do this!

I fixed my posture, prepared the right courtesy gestures, and looked at Elise-san straight in the eye..

"My, my, young lady, you are slightly mistaken. Even if the young lady had memorized all the noble houses in this kingdom, which is quite impressive I must say, I do not come from this country, and I am surely, not a noble.

 I hail from across the land, far out of reach. Finally, my surname is Sairenji, whilst my first name is Kyouya. I would be most glad if you would remember this from now on."

With a slightly lower, but still polite voice, I correct her mistake while at the same time praising her a little bit. Smoothly getting out all the things I wanted to say in the accent of a certain charismatic butler in a game I played before, I bowed once more, showing that I have said my peace, and implying gratitude towards her for listening..

After I had said that, she showed a surprised expression. Like she couldn't believe I was the same person. It's to be expected after all, years of training had resulted to me being completely detached to every one of the facades I put on. At first I would get flustered at the embarrassing lines I spew while in this state, but now, I've learned to let it be.

I just use one facade that fits the situation the best, and then completely go on auto-pilot. If not, I would have long gone insane. If any of my steps in cultivating this godly technique were off by at least a centimeter, I wouldn't even know who I was anymore.

Maybe I would get confused at which personality is really me, or maybe I would become someone who had a personality disorder. Sometimes, it was important to let go before you get hurt in the future.

Oh, I just said a good thing there. Maybe. So I was just glad that I had perfected this technique. Having an arsenal of different facades for every situation is surprisingly useful. Well, only when it comes to people though.