Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

22 – Episode 22

It feels like there is no air in my head.

I don’t know if it’s because my emotions are rising, or if my body is in a weird state.

Because my body moved as I thought and my thoughts were running fast.

Come to think of it, today was a test day.

I have to take a test.

And you have to go through.

As long as you can see it, there’s no problem.

But I’ll get the test papers and solve the problems as they are. Will these guys let them go?

Looking at it now, seeing that this damn pig is out there, he’s trying to stop me from even taking the test.

But why do I have to pass the exam and keep going to the academy?

Why the hell?

Because the Duchess said it.

Should I listen to what you said?

I should listen, I should listen, I was supposed to listen.

Why did I do that?

Because he took me out of the slums.

Because they gave me normal food.

You lived a much better life than freezing to death in a shabby shack.

And they sent me to the academy.

I told you to thank me, then you should thank me.

I told you to attend Xenia.

The need to attend has disappeared.

But you bullied me.

I made you chew roses, slapped me in the face, made knights beat me.

I have no job to take care of Xenia at the academy, so why did they send me to the academy?

You want me to be like this?

You already have followers, do you need me?

It’s not like an illegitimate child. People who don’t even like to get close to you.

Looks like I have nothing to do.

Then maybe it’s okay to do nothing.

It’s okay. What’s okay?

Why did I approach Xenia in the first place?

I can’t remember.

I think the reason why the duchess is torturing me is absurd, but she understands it.

It’s no different than bringing the child her wife gave birth to after cheating on her to put it next to mine.

If you think about it, it’s kind of terrifying.

To the Duchess, or to me.

I have nothing to say about Stockholm Syndrome.

At some point, I would feel relieved if I hugged me and apologized for being sorry.

If you say that it is like a beaten wife, there is nothing to say.

Because when I was living in an orphanage and buried the dead children from the cold in the hard frozen ground, something became dull.

The Duchess feeds me like a literal asshole and beats her up if she doesn’t like her.

And a dog, if somehow tamed once, will always wag her tail and be loyal, even if her master beats and abandons her.

In that respect, it seemed that humans were not very different.

She was helpless even when she was alone, and even when the Duchess stood alone, even with this clumsy body, she couldn’t refuse her orders.

But if you ask me if it’s acceptable for that little pig to treat me like a dog like that, of course it’s not.

Nothing has been done to me.

Since I can’t do anything with Xenia, she’s just taking her anger out on me.

The reason why you can’t even take the test is, why the hell?

Then what should I do?

Should I be stuck in my room all day and live an asshole-like life repeated every day?

I don’t like it anymore.

To the point of being really disgusting.

I’d rather try something.

And then we decided to put it into action.

It would be the worst option without thinking too deeply.

“This… f*ck, after… f*cking a dog… Young.”

“That habit has not yet been corrected… Uh…Billion!”

All I see in front of me is a cute chubby leg trying to kick me.

I raised my eyes a little higher, grabbed my waist with my hands, and leaned my body as it was.

Take a full breath.

Then he closed his mouth and threw his body straight at the pig.

Unable to hold on, the piglet fell backwards and hit her head on the floor.

At most, she falls down and grabs her head with something she bumped her head on, and sheds a few tears.

You stupid bastard. Growing up as such an asshole, she must have never been beaten by her parents.

“J..Now.. Do you think you can handle it!?”

“f*ck you, motherf*cker.”

There was a round voice in the classroom asking if we should stop shouting.

You didn’t say such bullsh*t when I was beaten.

f*cking bastards.

It’s just that everything sucks.

I want to express something in many words, but I have only one thing to say.

You guys are sh*t, the Duchess is sh*t, the slums are sh*t, the orphanage is sh*t, the orphanage director is sh*t, the Duke of Breslau is sh*t, the social status system is sh*t, and the way these idiots bully me is sh*t. When I think about how I fell into this world after staring at it, it’s just like f*cking sh*t.

I clenched my fist and punched hard at the face where the lumps of fat were attached.

I didn’t even know if the power was applied or not, and I just swung as my emotions came and went.

“Now..Wait a minute!!”

To live like this for three years is too cruel to me.

How did you get out of that mansion?

In words, you pretended to be calm, to be normal, to not care about anything, to pretend to have no pride, but that can’t be the case.

When she was ignored by Xenia, she blamed her mood because she didn’t want to get hurt.

When Misty spoke to me, she got out of her seat as quickly as possible because of her pride, not wanting to show me how helpless she was.

She wasn’t upset when I said that Louise couldn’t help me, because she wanted to pretend not to despair.

And I feel like every choice I make comes with the worst outcome.

I looked around the classroom.

Everyone is looking at me with surprised faces.

Not even a knight with a sword at his waist standing next to this damn pig.

If you want to be f*cked, you should be f*cked.

No problem.

Even if it is, it’s already ruined, and if I live like this, I’ll stick that dagger to my neck myself, just like the Duchess said.

Or I’ll stick it around this pig’s neck and cut off its head.

So this is a moderate solution, it doesn’t even sound like a blade in her hand.

Did he come to puberty as he grew up?

Maybe the resistance is starting to boil.

If it had been the Duchess, the same thing would have happened… No, it wouldn’t have happened

“Everything..Never again..Evil! Touch… Oh no! I won’t..!

So… So calm down… A little!”

Looking at her with bloodshot eyes, the pig trembled and said that, perhaps because it was frightened.

How nice it would have been if I had said that earlier.

No human can stop me.

These idiot pigs who don’t even know how to clench their fists?

You blink your eyes in bewilderment and can’t even think of helping you.

Even if you punch like this.

“To my..Eek!.. Is the letter..Letter..!”

The pig is grunting.

Perhaps it was the sound of an animal, but the meaning was not conveyed.

The pig clawed my face lightly as he stirred his arm to block his fist.

Her nails need to be trimmed, you dirty asshole.

So it won’t matter if I do this.

It’s self-defense.

Keep punching down.

The knuckle of the index finger is clogged with teeth.

The face is completely sunken as if the nasal bone was sunken.

Then he struggles to open his mouth again and speaks.

“Say.. Buy.. Try that..”

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I try to block my fist by somehow lifting my trembling hand, but now what can I do?

Even so, he didn’t stop hitting.

You shouldn’t die, at most you’re just getting hit with your fist, but there’s no way you’ll die.

-Hey, that crazy bastard!

-I’m going to die like that! Hurry!

From behind, someone taps my back.

I tried to pull me, but I held on and continued to punch Frugamertum in the face.

I was annoyed by the constant beating and turned around to see the back of a chair flying towards my face.

A dull sound that must have come from hitting my head rang through the classroom.

-Call the healer right now!

-Congressmen, Congressmen too! At a time like this, where did the teacher go?!

I can see the ceiling of the classroom.

My vision is red because the blood vessels in my eyes have burst.

Consciousness began to blur.

…

…

…

Ah, a line I had never heard before after falling here.

It was an unfamiliar ceiling.

That’s because when I first opened my eyes, it was rather a cold winter sky with blizzards blowing.

“Hey, Eric.

What were you thinking?”

And next to me was Misty, sitting in a chair, looking at me with a disgruntled look on her face.

Crossing her legs, her forehead wet with sweat, her hair pulled back behind her.

Even if you ask me what I was thinking, how would I know what you were thinking?

I didn’t think about it, I just surrendered to my emotions.

“I will.”

“I see!? Iknow, right!? No matter how it is, what the hell is the point of turning people into half-assholes!

I asked you! I asked if there was any hard work!”

Misty grabs me by the collar and says so.

But what does she say?

“Still, I lived because you were weak.

If a human who learned martial arts did that, what the hell would have happened…

It’s just that your face is sunken, so you’ll recover quickly, so don’t worry about the size this time around.

At the academy, you won’t be expelled unless you maim or kill someone.”

She brushes her hair back once and pulls her chair closer to me.

“So what happened?”

I gave a rough answer.

And she returned her hug in response.