I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

26 – Is this… The main character?

That-

Wrist to elbow, elbow to shoulder. In turn, pain like lightning running through the nerves, from the abdomen to the lower body, dominated the whole body.

“Mmm.”

Chunjigagi required a great burden on the body as it was the season of the Ir-LP. For a while, you should stop thinking about showing off your skills to the fullest.

If you cast it in a narrow range, it would recover a little faster, but unfortunately the system was wide. He made the decision that it would be difficult for the knights gathered at the imperial palace to be bluffed, so he did his best.

Even if the bodily functions were greatly reduced, there was a calculation that the Chester family could protect the imperial palace only if they did not harbor resentments.

“Arrogance… Maybe.”

Netion Peace… It is undeniable that I lost the standard of normalcy after living with Nefi. How many times have you been worried that your holy memory, your guardian ability, would be broken every time your morale fluctuated?

Neffi, who has become dull, must not have noticed. That whenever she was by her side, she would keep the Holy Memory’s reward whenever she could.

“I wonder if your blood is doing well… It’s frustrating because there’s no literature on spirits, so I can’t even refer to her.”

Neffi said that Zikharun’s true identity was the last remaining spirit in the world. The assertion that there are no other options. Wouldn’t it be normal to be suspicious of information disclosed by the enemy at least once?

Irelfi sat on the railing outside the main palace and fell into deep thought.

‘Whether the spirit exists or not… The means to simultaneously rise up in the system is also a problem. It’s like a space jump.’

Ireelpi reminded me of the power of the saints I saw in the literature during the mysterious uprising.

The time when Neffi was sealed, later generations recorded it as the era of great chaos. And at that time, one of the two people who contributed greatly to confining Neffi to her Great Void was her saintess.

She used to deliver one tool to the imperial family with her unique ability to interfere with space, and that was a new thing – a one-time portal that limited the two spaces installed at once.

‘Currently, there are no stocks left in the imperial palace… There’s no way you can get them from the Duke of Peita.’

It’s frustrating.

If I could just keep up with Neffi, she would be an easily solved problem. The power of Zikharun is unknown, but at least it will be possible to subdue it with a pincer attack with Neffi.

I never thought it would be so unsettling to be tied up in the imperial palace because of various restrictions.

Ir Elfi shook her head right away.

‘Let’s trust Neffi. Because I promised that.’

She firmly ate her heart and quietly widened her qi. It is quite a tiring task, probably because of the aftermath of the sword that was thrown at Jedo.

It was then.

Ir Elfi’s ears, feeling the entire palace in a cold sweat, caught an unknown noise.

Suddenly.

Ir Elfi instinctively turned her gaze to the source of her noise.

“Paita’s carriage?”

They were two wagons that had been taken from the Peita family when transporting the trough. Ir Elfi, aware of this, she couldn’t help but be astonished.

“The number of people is increasing…? By what means!?”

From the wagon, people start to increase one by one. It felt as if life was being conceived in a vacuum.

Sarak, Sarak.

In the carriage, about 10 people walked silently. All of them were covered in black long robes and wore pitch-black masks with only the eyes barely pierced.

There’s no such thing as a favor…

Ir Elfi placed his hand on the sword of his design and took his stance.

Chill-

“Kuh…!”

A sharp pain like a thunderbolt all over the body. It was their intention to hide it as much as possible, but as it seemed from their facial expressions, the jet-black assailants took out sharp blue blades and strode forward.

Her The goons surrounding her with her archetype and her being at the center of her were empty. They were inanimate beings who could not feel any presence or emotion without a feeling. No one in the imperial palace would recognize the confrontation in front of the main palace unless they came out and saw it in person.

“…”

Amidst the throaty silence, they sprinted swiftly.

Wedge juice!

An eerie sound like the sound of a whip! Intangible slashes ignoring distance flooded in.

Chaeeng-!

“… Feyta was properly poisoned.”

The masked assailants only hesitated a little, but firmly defended against her slash. Probably a small elite group of people with high skills.

‘Seeing that you’re not panicking, you seem to have inferred my strength to some extent. Ugh.’

Trick- Trick-

‘My body will be ruined… But I’m going to overdo it!’

Ir Elfi made up her resolve and she rushed into the arms of the black group like a frenzy.

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“Zikharuuun! You damn bastard! Who wants to get stuck in a place like this!!!”

I arrived at the entrance of the Great Hollow, casually spitting out swear words.

Really Damn, Really Crazy, Really Damn! Even if you choose a place to move, is it a great communion? Not only is it desolate, cold and humid, but it is also a place of nightmare memories where you had to stumble an inch when you first possessed it.

If Ir Elfi hadn’t unlocked my seal, she would have been trapped in this place all this time. Her heart felt like it would stop. It’s not worth the price, but I can tolerate cutting off my limbs and waist.

At the sound of a jing jing even in the Great Void, Zee Harun appeared from the shadows.

“You… You must be dead. Even if you weren’t dead, you wouldn’t be as fine as you are now. But this is…”

Isn’t that too far-fetched? Siegharun swallowed the question.

Silkharun’s face was covered with a large hood and he looked stuffy as he slowly walked from the dark to the sunny.

He asked.

“No, how did you come here in the first place?”

“I really want to ask. How did you get here in such a short amount of time? As if you had jumped into space.”

“… I don’t think there’s any reason to tell you.”

“Oh, I’m the same.”

By countering with the theory of skin wavelength, I caught the blood stains on Zeke Harun’s hood.

‘I get it roughly. The blood I spilled in the crypt accidentally got on Siegharun.’

The tracking method Netionpeace taught me was related to the blood on the hood. I didn’t know that the unique ability to know the location of a fallen body part would be applied to this extent. I never thought I would treat even a handful of blood as part of my body.

The wounds in the crypt are working as a good thing, there is no such thing as a new ongjima in life.

“… What are you? I don’t know a guy like you. If there was, there’s no way I wouldn’t go unheard of.”

“What is that dog barking? You know all the people in the world? Do you know who the son of the chief of Citris is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“…”

Silk Harun’s mouth fell shut after hearing the truth. I know the nuance of the subject he wants to ask, but there is no need to share the answers to the questionnaire.

‘But this bastard, hasn’t the atmosphere changed?’

Silk Harun at the time of the first encounter was arrogant and full of ambition, while the current Sieg Harun gives off a somewhat calm and serene impression.

‘In the original, it was closer to unstoppable temper.’

Like the first time we had a conversation.

I wonder if he would have dismissed my remarks as sophistry and rushed to slit his throat, but at least he was a person who would not remain silent like a criminal who had been struck by a blow.

When I was contemplating with eyes full of suspicion, Zeke Harun asked me in a calm voice.

“Do you have a close relationship with Charles Milotte?”

“No. It feels like an acquaintance of an acquaintance.”

“But why… Even though I can’t be your opponent. You came all the way here knowing that?”

“Don’t do it too much when you know it. You can guess what the purpose of IrLP is to some extent? Don’t keep asking questions one-sidedly. They don’t even answer my questions.”

I turned my wrists and neck around to warm up.

“And who’s not to be against? You mediocre kid. Look forward to today as I’ll show you the sky above the sky.”

“… I can’t help it. I really hate it.”

Ziekharun drew his sword.

“This time, I have to die.”

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Poo-Wak!

A red haze rises from Siegharun’s body. An aura unique to the race called ‘spirit blood’. The power of enormous heat that lightly wrapped around Duke Peita’s mansion nestled in his small body.

Unlike IrLP’s design sword, the sharp blue blade glows ominously as if it were soaked in blood.

“Sueuuu~~~!”

On the other hand, all I was doing was deep breathing, nothing special. There is no such thing as a vigilant posture in front of the antagonist.

That’s right, it’s not necessary.

There is no reason to take a grandiose flag expression to show the sky above the sky. Because I have a trump card to climb the empire’s sky!

I opened my mouth quietly.

“Hey, sir. I’m in front of the lowly kid you mentioned. Why don’t you try dealing with me?”

“Have you lost your mind?”

It was a stupid reaction that was not like Zeke Harun. To be honest, I feel a bit ashamed too. Bullsh*t in this situation. It’s normal to know that you’re a psychopath.

However, it has been a long time since I cast off my shame to prevent the blackening of Illelpi.

It was never a melancholy reason like affection.

If she becomes a ruin, she is an empire and a nabal, and she will cut off me, the aristocrat who founded the hated empire. Can’t do anything to live

“…”

“…”

Stillness.

Silk Harun didn’t know what kind of strategy I was going to use, so he was on guard first, and I broke into a cold sweat at Netion Peace’s unresponsiveness.

“Hey, old man?”

“…You’ve been too careful with the delusional bullsh*t!”

Ziekharun was wrapped in red energy and stepped on the ground like a flame bullet. I panicked and used the scam I had saved in Holy Memory.

The bluish incontinence gradually expands the area from the surface of the skin. Eventually, the cracks spread throughout the body, disintegrating like shattered glass.

Shaaa!

An unpleasantly dark, gloomy fog-like fraud begins to run rampant around me.

While Ziegharun took a step back from the unexpected and disturbing energy, I finally shouted out the declaration.

“Younggaaa!!! Come out right now!!! If you don’t come out of it, I’ll do my X-Two dance naked at the top of the fountain in the central square of Eldreon!!!”

[What a crazy kid!?]

“Oh.”

… The effect was dramatic.

As if the netion peace of the mental world hastily jumped out, the urgency must be due to the mood.

Yeah, that’s definitely true.