Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

21 – Episode 21

Time always feels like it passes quickly.

In the morning, when the sun goes down and the moon goes up, the sun often knocks down the moon and rises again shortly after.

As always, I simply washed my body and put on my school uniform.

And when I looked at the desk, the money bag I hadn’t put in was still there.

Money, yes, there was money.

Put one gold coin into the pocket.

There were several canteens on the premises of the academy, and it was a place that generously sold cigarettes, alcohol, and coffee to students.

In the first place, the people selling these things were students, so the concept seemed vague.

That’s right, the person who buys these expensive things is a well-known aristocrat who spends a lot of money before being an academy student.

I took the pack of cigarettes that were on the desk in my arms.

And the dagger in the drawer…

After looking at it for a while, put it back.

At least there won’t be anything to write about now.

I hope I won’t have to write anything in the future.

Unexpectedly, there were no humans who would rush at or flirt with Xenia.

She was surrounded by followers, her new friend, her friend.

To say the least, she is charming and beautiful, and each and every action has a gesture of consideration for people. Who could hate Xenia?

I don’t think I met the prince and fell in love like the original.

And it doesn’t seem like he’s chasing and harassing Misty.

With that in mind, I left the room.

Go through the hallway, go down the stairs, and head to the classroom.

Should I say it’s a feeling I’ve gotten used to after going there for a few days?

I packed a large book and went into the classroom.

And the kids in the class who were talking about this and that stopped talking when they saw me.

I tried to sit down without paying much attention, but there was no desk.

At least, the chair was left behind, so when I tried to sit on it, someone tried to remove it from behind.

I don’t remember the name of the student, and even if I touched it, it wouldn’t hurt much.

“What are you looking at with your eyes open, you dirty bastard?”

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“If you were born vulgar, you should know the subject. Why do you keep your head high?”

Looking at me, he laughed at me, then lifted his chin and hit me with the palm of his hand, pretending to hit me.

As I clenched my fist, several more people stood up around me.

“Try it, try it?

At that time, even the duke was proudly beaten, so why are you doing this now?”

The young pig is watching with delight.

When she seems to be out of control with anger rising from under her head, Miss Louise enters the classroom.

What would have happened if she had beaten her?

Louise takes a look around her classroom and opens her mouth.

“Well, why are you guys standing up?”

And as if she didn’t know anything, she asked the question.

“Sit down, class has to start.”

And then glances at me.

Even knowing that her desk was empty, she went straight into class without saying anything.

Louise diligently explains, writing something on her blackboard. She

She draws graphs, writes down words worth emphasizing, and when a difficult word comes up, she explains it right away.

But apart from three commoners and a few students, she doesn’t seem to be taking classes.

Some are messing around with their fingers and doing other things, while others are sleeping with their heads down pretending to read a book.

And the pigs and their followers, born in one day, are giggling and chattering in class.

Then the pig whispers to someone, and the human comes behind me and whispers in my ear.

“A lowly coward, an illegitimate child, if he were like me, he would have committed suicide if he was going to enter the family with an iron plate on his face.

A f*cking satanic asshole, born of infidelity.”

Did you say he was the second son of a count family?

As the poor looking human whispers in my ear, the people sitting around me burst into laughter.

I closed my eyes.

There was no sound cut off though.

As I was going to eat lunch after class, someone pushed me from behind.

Let’s look back. Everyone is pretending not to be.

I straightened up my wrinkled expression and after lunch, I went straight to the dormitory without going back to the classroom.

At least this book wasn’t difficult, so you won’t need to take a class.

Only for the exam, yes, as long as you do well in the exam, everything is over.

If you take a rough attendance stamp in the morning and pass the test, at least you won’t have any problems while attending the academy.

But it was a bit difficult to endure.

If I just ran away, wouldn’t it be a much better life than sitting helplessly in my room and giving a sh*t to myself?

Actually, something might have gone wrong by the time it was already picked up.

I don’t want to remain in the slums and become a pimp or a bully.

There was no guarantee that you could do it.

Still, if you think about it, it seems that there is no difference between living like this now and living miserably in a slum.

Then why am I struggling to survive here somehow?

Ah.

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The next day has arrived.

This time something flew behind my head throughout class.

Whether it’s a wad of paper or garbage, something unknown continues.

Maybe he spit on it, and when he touched the back of his head, it felt damp.

When I look back, they ignore me and laugh at me.

After finishing her class, Louise chewed her lips and looked at me.

It was a bonus to have her complicated eyes.

If you’re that anxious, either leave me alone, or take me to the teacher’s office I called the other day.

I don’t know what will happen if I leave it here.

The humans sitting in front, behind and on either side of you know what to do with me.

Contrary to the little wish she had in her heart, Louise left the classroom.

I quickly left the classroom before the people surrounding me rose from their seats to block my path.

Just push it away with all your might.

After looking at me with a dumbfounded face, as I walked to a place where there were many people, it seemed that he did not intend to touch me.

Oh, please. It’s hard.

Help me out.

You always repeat it in your head.

I hope someone can help me.

But no one helps.

Because I was just born that way.

Several years.

Today, I just eat one lunch and go to the dormitory.

At first glance, I could see Xenia eating from afar, but she didn’t approach me because I was laughing and talking with her friends hahahaha.

At first glance, it seemed that Xenia and I met eyes, but it must have been because of our mood.

It’s because of my mood.

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“Eric, you look pretty tough.

From what I’ve heard, it’s a place where you can graduate even if you don’t care.”

I met Misty on my way to class in the morning and started talking to me.

“It’s not that hard.”

“Lie, you have pale eyes and a little gray hair?”

“It’s not hard.”

“But I think about my body…”

“It’s not hard. Don’t talk to me.”

“Because I think about it…Eric! Where are you going!?”

Misty stayed by my side and talked to her.

I quickly leave the place feeling that my pounding head hurts even more.

I feel bad.

I feel bad.

I feel bad.

What good would happen if you, the world’s best, cared about me?

I thought I was going to curse at the words I kept hearing, so I covered my mouth.

A little bit of nausea came over me.

I held my breath.

I don’t want to vent my anger.

I don’t want to be like the Duchess.

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The next day came without fail.

There is no desk and the people around me continue to bully me as if they are eating me.

As always, the class was supposed to end, and unlike the last time, Louise left without even looking at me.

And when the teacher left the classroom, someone kicked me in the back of the knee.

The only thing left to do next is to lose your balance, fall and get hit.

I tried resistance.

I’ve tried crouching down and then rushing at the opponent, knocking him over, and struggling, but how can I overcome 6 people my age with the same physique by myself?

After being tackled again, I curled up, put her hands on top of her head, and curled her into a circle.

That way it hurts less.

I wonder if the sound of beating a bread bag full of bread with a wooden stick continued for a long time.

Some look at me with compassion.

Some look at me with contempt.

And most of them just looked at me with casual eyes.

As if nothing happened, I dust myself off and go to lunch.

Then he gets stuck in his room again.

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Today, after a dog-like month at the academy, was the day of the test.

A day when you might be kicked out if you don’t get the minimum score.

Even on such a day, as usual, I was kicked.

But the difference is that the kick that was flying towards me stopped when someone approached me.

“Ha, that doesn’t make sense. Then why did you challenge me on the subject of an illegitimate child?”

It was a pig.

The human who brought me to this point.

I wonder if he’s trying to prevent me from even taking the test.

If I fail the exam and fail the academy, the Duchess might think I’m running away.

He really might send someone to kill me.

In my head, thoughts run fast.

And I came to a conclusion.

Twohehehe.

When you spit on the pig’s face, the mouth burst, and the phlegm, which is full of blood inside, lands on the pig’s face.

He approaches me with a frown on his face.

“Huh, what an idiot.. Pig.

You can do nothing by yourself… 100 Million!”

At those words, the duke’s piglet must have been very angry, so he clenched his fist and punched me in the stomach.

I gasped and tried to inhale air, but I couldn’t breathe.

The field of vision in front of the eyes narrows and blurs, and then the edges start to look black.

“Aren’t you learning anything?”

Ugeek. With a strange sound like

, The stomach, which has nothing to eat and has nothing to come out, sends gastric juices.

My head started to feel dizzy.

So it seems that the truth came out, not only to the pig in front of me, but to everyone.

“f*ck me..”