Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

20 – Episode 20

Feeling eyes.

The unspoken pressure as if asking when you are leaving.

The girl she introduced herself as Marie was fidgeting next to her, but the other two seemed to want to kick me out at any moment.

I don’t like stares staring at me while I’m eating.

I don’t want to see people slap me with their elbows, telling me not to do that to people who are glaring at me, as if I’m trying to pretend to be nice.

I don’t know whose foot it is, but it’s unpleasant that it knocked over my foot.

My thoughts are twisted.

When negative thoughts arise, they grow out of control.

Anyway, I don’t want to sit here anymore.

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I think I was at least comfortable when I was with Xenia, but I guess not now.

“Xenia, I’ll go first.”

“Uh, um, Eric goes first?”

“Yes, so feel free to talk with your friends. It looks uncomfortable because I’m sitting there.”

At those words, Xenia couldn’t deny that she had read her mood, but she answered with a slight blurring at the end of her words.

“No, I just thought it would be nice to be friends with you…”

When Xenia said that, she said, the faces of two of the three people sitting in the seat began to grow grim.

It seems like you didn’t notice, though.

Xenia’s expression slightly brightened at the next words I threw.

Is it the feeling that the fan in her heart has disappeared?

“I have an appointment too.”

“Oh, you made a new friend too..”

She

She And she didn’t say that she was going to see a friend, but she was alone again Her expression darkened.

Why is she worried that she won’t play with herself?

She

She turned her back and was about to leave her restaurant.

Then Xenia pulls on my clothes.

“Hey, Eric. I’m sorry I brought you here.”

“It’s okay, I have a lot of time.”

“Then see you later.”

Only then did Xenia let go of her clothes. She

She Then she went back to her seat and started talking to her new friends.

Perhaps it was because I was absent, the place looked harmonious and enjoyable.

Then her intuition starts to work.

I have a hunch that Xenia and I will start to grow apart in the future.

Of course not.

I don’t know what she is, but the new people she’s going to date will hate me.

If her father was a duke, what would she be used for? Even so, if her mother was a commoner, she would be a lower-class citizen.

It is said that a god that people only believe in is also half a penny.

Since I was born, this shape has been messed up, what can I do?

At first, it was enough just to get out of the slums, but as time passes, I start to get greedy because I am also a human being.

The desire to live a little better and a little happier.

I want to get out of here if possible.

Whether it’s this academy or the name of Breslau, who is swindling and tying me down.

I have money and knowledge in my head, so I can’t do anything.

There were times when I thought that way.

Even when I am full of confidence, I take pride in the fact that there are people I will send and order to kill if I run away.

Hey, even if it’s like me, if the slave I brought doesn’t do anything and runs away, I’ll send a hunter.

Whether it’s to kill it or to bring it back.

The name written on the identity card is, of course, Eric Breslau.

Even if you want to make a new one, you don’t know who makes it somewhere in the back alley.

Even if he found out, would the person who tried to run away from his family have more money, or the duke who would try to catch him?

This world was a town where the fist was closer than the law.

And it was a town where people with high status could use their fists better.

Even if an illegitimate child dies, who cares?

Even if you are an illegitimate child of a duke family, if the duke family doesn’t make a problem, it’s just something to be taken lightly.

Even if the Viscountess came to the slums to do charity work and was ransacked, there were only a few more police officers passing by, and no attempt was made to catch the culprit.

At most, a baron’s woman, not a viscount, died.

When I returned to the classroom with such miscellaneous thoughts, I found some scribbles on the desk.

Most of these are insults to my mother.

The rest are words that represent my lowly status.

There were no swear words about Xenia, probably because Xenia was scared.

I wonder what kind of idiot would look like even though it’s small, I laughed out loud for a moment.

“Huh.”

Place a book on a desk full of graffiti.

Did you say you don’t need to take classes as long as you pass the test?

It’s a very easy story, for other students except me.

But it’s not me, you already know it all.

Looks around.

A giggling sound was heard.

The commoners are looking at books with hardened expressions.

Well, they don’t have to do this.

I don’t know if it was ordered from above.

The pig smiled softly.

I wanted to throw a book at least, but I have no choice but to endure it because my position is my position.

This is the moment when the conversation with Miss Louise becomes meaningless.

I know sooner, I know late.

Get up from your seat.

At that moment, everyone started staring at me.

And as I was about to leave the classroom, someone tripped on my foot.

I was staggered, but I didn’t fall.

“How dare you think of raising your face on the subject of an illegitimate child?”

“I heard that other guys go around looking down at the floor with their eyes first, serving their masters.”

“If you were like me, you would have overturned your desk right away. How can you not have pride?”

When I stumble once, the classmates become one and begin to curse at me with a giggling sound.

What better way to unite than to stand up and throw a stone?

As I open the classroom door and try to leave, Prugemutum blocks my way.

“Hey, it’s still class time, where are you going?”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t listen.”

“No, if you go out, you’re going to spoil the atmosphere in the classroom. How can I let that happen?”

I ignored it, put the pig aside, and went out into the hallway.

As I tried to push the standing thing to the side and leave, the pig hit me with its chubby hand.

“Are all the Breslaus so rude?

You and Xenia, she looks no different than a normal woman, so in fact she may even have the same vulgarity as her mother… Evil!”

When I was hit by a pig, it didn’t hurt much.

Even if he was right, he had a chest, and he wasn’t as strong as knights, but he wasn’t a human who knew how to hit.

But I am strangely angry.

When I was beaten by the Duchess, the first emotion I felt was fear, and later I felt pity.

Am I angry that an easy-going human being hit me in front of her eyes, or is she angry that Xenia will become like them and ignore me like this human being in front of her eyes because there are such people around Xenia.

No. She’s punched out for putting Xenia in her mouth, rather than the fact that a f*cking piglet hit me.

The pig is looking up at me clutching her chin, not knowing if she’ll get her fist right into her chin.

“Ah.”

I shouldn’t be like this.

Why did this happen?

I’ve been patient with it.

Is it because I can clearly see that a pig who can’t even take care of himself is trying to harass me by boasting that he’s the heir to the duke’s family?

At first glance, his head doesn’t even roll and he looks stupid.

I looked around and saw that the people I had laughed at just now were staring at me in amazement.

Some of them have their mouths open so wide that they don’t even know if there is an insect inside.

The pig gets up and screams.

“This..This f*cking low is me..!”

I thought about beating the pig even more, but I thought it would only make the problem worse, so I just walked out into the hallway.

Before walking towards the dormitory, I take the book I put on the desk.

I don’t know if it will be taken care of.

I feel like he’s going to call someone over and tease me.

I don’t know.

Come into the room and lock the door with the lock.

I took a shower and climbed onto the bed.

I’m depressed.

I lay face down, closed my eyes, and started to stop thinking.

Fortunately, the ship was called.

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Smart.

“Hey, Master Eric?”

When I opened my eyes, the sun had already set for a long time.

Someone knocked on the door and opened it, and Mr. Louise was standing in front of the door.

She is looking at me with her slightly annoyed face.

“Let me in first.”

As I step aside from her front door, she strides into my room.

“Ugh, what a boring room. Anything to drink?”

“Water comes out of the sink. Drink yourself.”

“… ….”

After some silence, she opened her mouth.

“What were you thinking?”

Hmm, what were you thinking?

“I will.”

“Well, Pruge Murtum didn’t step out and talk to her teachers, so she won’t be kicked out or punished.

Well, there must be something he said.

Still, do you have a rough idea of what’s going to happen?”

That pig is going to pack up some obedient assholes to make me nasty.

How much would you do?

I wouldn’t be as toxic as the duchess.

She threw me a box full of tobacco.

“From now on, no matter what happens in class or what happens to you at the academy, I will pretend not to know.

There’s nothing I can do about it, and it always happened when I was in the academy.”

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Wouldn’t it be a bit much for the teacher to visit her to say that she will abandon her duties?

“If that’s the case, why did you come?”

“… Iknow, right. If you’re having a hard time, tell me, I can’t do anything for you, but at the beginning of the year, I’ll always save you.”

Thank you very much for that.