Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

47 – Episode 47

A big commotion broke out at the restaurant, and somehow it was resolved lightly compared to what happened.

Yes, very lightly for an incident targeting the crown prince.

And the kid who always chattered and brought news from the academy told me a story in the morning.

Eric, who was supposed to be fine, was shot and seriously injured.

His life is said to be critical, but I am not exactly sure how dangerous it is.

No, what the hell was he doing without going into the room.

You said you would go back to your room and rest without eating with me.

Actually, it was a little cheap.

I searched for Eric all day last night and wandered everywhere I knew, but I couldn’t find him.

After somehow finding out where Eric was getting treatment, he went full force.

As soon as I heard the story, I threw back the body pain that my mother always said.

But he can’t see Eric’s face.

Because there are two tall people in front of you blocking the entrance to the building.

Even if I try to sneak in, the wizards around me will find out how and kick me out.

Well, it must have been that the masterful spellcasters spread detection magic around them.

Since I have memorized the face and name, it would be nice if I had something to mess with later.

In the end, it’s so ugly, I tried to force myself to enter, but it couldn’t have happened.

That’s right, everyone in the academy would know my face anyway.

And, at least, you should know that he is no higher than the crown prince.

I can’t even figure out how much Eric is hurt.

I can’t even go up and have a conversation.

Just, that unlucky. Now beyond being unlucky, he was hit by a bullet instead of the cursed prince.

And I don’t know anything about it except that I’m in terribly critical condition, having been hit by bullets that I’ve been spraying with horrible curses all over the place.

If, by any chance, Eric passed away.

I wonder if I won’t be able to see that sad expression again.

Can’t you see the corner of his mouth rising slightly as he sucks in the smoke while holding the tobacco he used to smoke in the same position?

When I say a silly story, I let it out lightly while making a sound like huh.

That’s right. You won’t be able to see

The corpse won’t be able to wake up and laugh.

I don’t know if I can bring a necromancer from somewhere.

I’m not talking empty words, I really felt like I was going to lose my mind.

I think of Eric all day in front of the building where Eric is said to be being treated while he is lying down.

And at the same time, a terrible feeling of helplessness, sadness, shame, and a little shake that rises in the heart.

I kept muttering until Ella came and took me back.

I don’t even know what I said.

“Ella, Eric is hurt.”

“Yes, I heard you, ma’am.”

“Ella, Eric is hurt.”

“Yes, lady.”

“Eric is hurt.”

“…….”

Perhaps he was a little angry with Ella.

Even though Eric was hurt, he didn’t seem to care.

“Eric might die, but why is he so fine!!!”

At that, Ella smiled a little and answered like this.

“If he died, he would have died a long time ago.

There’s no way you can go back, even if the Duchess tortured you so much….”

Maybe I fell asleep because I didn’t want to hear it anymore.

Or maybe I just fell asleep because my body was exhausted.

After venting my anger on Ella, my life became full of questions.

Doubts about me, questions about Eric, questions about my heart, questions about my actions.

To the point where everything is full of question marks.

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It was the second day.

Misty, like me, was waiting for Eric in front of the building after class.

Looking at the slight redness in both of his eyes, he must have cried a little.

Misty says softly, burying her face in her lap as she wraps her legs around the front door.

“Actually, Eric wrapped me up and got shot instead.”

“Why is Eric…!”

A thought came to my mind.

It may be an illusion.

Or maybe he likes Misty.

And it was okay up to this point.

The smell of smoke when I entered Eric’s room, the smell of cooking meat, the subtle smell of blood that I couldn’t bear to cover, the blades reflecting the light and sparkling under the bed, the sound of glass breaking when I left the room, it was dark, but still. I knew Eric’s dying expression, and I pretended not to know it.

As if looking at a painting by a well-known painter, every moment passes through my mind.

… Maybe Eric just wanted to give up everything.

When the thought reaches that point, the thought of getting angry with Misty disappears.

I just sit on the bare floor without any strength.

“…I don’t know.”

And Misty only answered without strength.

We waited for Eric without talking.

In fact, knowing that nothing would change even if I stayed here.

“Eric, why the hell would I…”

Misty keeps muttering with her face that she doesn’t understand.

At first glance, she appears to be lost.

The reason for waiting for Eric here is simple.

Eric wouldn’t get any better, but he needed some comfort.

Because I wanted to see myself worrying about Eric this much.

Then, what the hell was I thinking of Eric?

Was it wrong from the time he ran away from the flower field that day?

Or was it wrong that I felt comfortable with Eric, who took care of me even after that?

“I don’t know…”

Why did I ignore this kind of Eric while doing clumsy nonsense?

Why didn’t he take care of such Eric in the first place?

Like Ella said, you knew your mother bullied Eric.

Was she simply afraid of her mother?

“I don’t know.”

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Thinking about Eric the next day, what does Eric mean to me?

I thought about that.

And though it may sound a bit ticklish, Eric is half of me.

Well, even if half doesn’t mean love or friendship, I’ve spent most of my life with Eric.

Although I thought maybe we wouldn’t know much about each other even though we’d been together for so long.

Still, it is certain that I was always with Eric while I was growing up.

I still feel like an idiot because I’m still immature, let alone mature.

I know that well, so maybe it will be resolved someday.

Maybe Eric isn’t half of me.

It might be more than that, considering the fact that my heart raced like crazy at the thought that Eric might disappear.

And if that kind of person passes away, what will happen to me?

Will I go crazy?

One day with sadness, another day with anger, and another day with a sense of shame.

And maybe, of course Eric wouldn’t want it.

You’ll raise a clumsy rebellion and hang yourself from the crown prince.

The justification is, um. Okay.

To avenge my close friend who was sacrificed by the tyrannical prince, let’s put forward the same futile cause that no one will follow.

Then at least the names of Eric and I may not last forever, but they will remain until the end of this country.

Fortunately, I was able to keep my mind intact.

Because I heard that Eric came out after receiving treatment.

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At the same time, I started to feel embarrassed to see Eric’s face.

Because I was too ashamed of being a human being.

A human being who would let people who were half or more than half of me suffer even if they were suffering.

A person who was bullied in class for saying he thought it was important, and didn’t know anything about it until a fight broke out in the end.

The kind of person who ignores the person who is very important to him because of what he hears from children who are not very important.

Because that was me.

Do I really deserve to see your face?

Even thinking about it, wasn’t it just my self-satisfaction that came to me to reconcile?

So, I couldn’t get close to Eric, who was eating at the restaurant.

One day, I mustered up the courage to go to my room, and the priest who said he was treating Eric prevented me from seeing him.

Maybe things will get worse, so I need to be careful.

Misty seemed to believe it was a lie, but whatever.

I didn’t want to do anything that would be dangerous or something that Eric would hate.

A small secret room, a comfortable bed, soundproofing magic, a beautiful woman, a handsome man, living together for a week, day and night.

All sorts of thoughts ran through my head, but what can I do?

He’s the one who saved Eric’s life, what can I say?

I can’t go in and grab you by the collar and ask why you’re saving me.

And after a week, the priest seemed to have returned to his original church.

Because I didn’t stick around Eric anymore.

Surprised by myself for being relieved inside, I continued to follow Eric.

Because I wanted to apologize.

Because I wanted to say hello.

Because I really wanted to make sure it was okay.

But I’m ashamed of myself and I don’t want to meet Eric, such a strange contradiction goes back and forth in my mind.

Eric’s face was so confused that I couldn’t even get close to him and say something.

Eric went to and from the classroom, Misty entered the room, and even though I saw something red coming out of my face, I couldn’t find it.

And as usual, I was secretly looking at Eric.

They made eye contact.

I talked to Eric.

I took out all the thoughts that were swirling in my head that I didn’t even know existed.

Emotions, thoughts, actions, anything, everything.

Even then, I didn’t know what to think of Eric or what I wanted to do.

That’s why I spit it out.

“What should I do with you?”

And then he leaves the room and says another word.

“What should I do?”