I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

48 – Yesterday’s enemy is today’s

─The third day of the cellar confinement of Marquis Justiha.

Irelp found me. As if it was not a lie that we would try to be together, we spent a long time alone in the basement.

There was a morbid attachment that hadn’t been there before.

She wanted a conversation. She took a long time to convince me of how important and useful an act it was to annihilate Netty on Peace for me.

I informed that, regardless of its importance, the extinction of Netion Peace is impossible. Then, Ir Elfi denied the reality with her lifeless, empty eyes.

As if she unconsciously put on a frightened expression, she immediately smiled and reassured me. I was in trouble because I couldn’t figure out what kind of face I should face with Irlp.

She leaned her body towards me, showing a complex and subtle Tesse. Along with the sound of chains clanking, the warm body temperature carried her weight.

It was light.

In that state, Irelpi led the conversation, spending an unknown amount of time. I couldn’t hate her so easy-going speech, even though it was appalling, that I felt the inside of her throat boil.

As time passed and the time of farewell arrived, Ir Elfi greeted her with the same kiss as that night. As the excitement and passion traveled across our lips, I felt my hair go as white as a sheet of paper.

─The fourth day of confinement in the basement of Marquis Justiha.

Today as well, Ir Elfi put me in eyes full of sick affection without fail.

I suddenly wondered about Mirren’s safety. As long as Irrelpi’s mind was being polluted, I was worried that her side would not be safe anymore.

Fortunately, Mirren is now living in the mansion of the Duke of Chester in the Islands. I heard he had an appointment with Chester’s twins for a few days… Well, at least I don’t know.

But the timing is good. Feeling a little relieved, the corners of my mouth drew an arc for the first time in a while. On the other hand, Ir Elfi is burdensome because she does not hide her sign of being uncomfortable.

She says she regrets that the first question asked is not her own, but Mirren’s. When I replied that I felt sorry for being restrained like this, she shut her mouth.

It seems that even a polluted mind can distinguish the minimum reason.

She leaned on me today and told me every detail. Starting from today’s weather, to the impression that happiness increases every time you think of me.

I was completely exhausted, so I only answered casually. Ir Elfi liked that too, and looked this way with her face full of love.

Even while looking at her dazzling beauty, her impression, which has changed greatly from before, dominates her head.

Today, the farewell was always a passionate kiss. After an aggressive farewell ceremony, she showed her back.

Illelpi’s gait was extremely stable, but somehow it was dangerous.

─The Marquis of Justiha’s Cellar Confinement Tax

The fifth day.

Since Ir Elfi’s departure yesterday, dozens of decisions and reversals have been replayed in her head.

I’m nervous. Suddenly, I wondered how long Ir Elfi and I could continue in this relationship.

At the same time, a great sense of fear came like a hard, high wall.

How long can I cover up my disappearance?

The emperor will send a letter of entry to the palace to see me. Whether it’s a private pastime or a public meeting, you will definitely call me.

If you do it once or twice, Ill Elfi will be able to calm down. But if it piles up and piles up, even a fool has no choice but to notice.

The emperor will soon interrogate Ir Elf, and the current Ir Elf will never give me up.

In the end, even the emperor will have to make a choice. Is it antagonism with Irlp or a cover-up through agreement?

The latter has a strong persuasive power, but as an emperor, it is no different than having a strong military power to challenge authority head-on.

If the mighty power to destroy the world goes out of control, what direction will the story flow? In the worst case, there is even a real possibility that the once avoided future will be reproduced.

“Neffi.”

She called my name. Irelpy, who still melted his sick affection into the blue lake.

I didn’t answer and was silent. She puffed her cheeks and forced her to answer.

After I keep my mouth shut, Ir Elfi approaches with a creepy look. A familiar touch hit her lips as she instinctively closed her eyes.

After her long kiss, she flirted with her.

“If you keep doing that, don’t you want to open Nepi’s mouth like this?”

“Irelp…”

It seems like the previous image has been completely erased.

I feel like the Irelpy I used to know has already gone on a trip somewhere.

It was scary, bitter, and painful.

As if she was satisfied with the situation, she resented the fraud that was swirling around her.

Early Elp is actively leading the conversation today and trying to entertain me. What’s different from before is that my answers are barely audible.

Irfi’s behavior, which maintained her pouty face and continued her conversation with her steadfastness, reminded me of madness. No, she actually guesses that she can’t be wrong.

How much time has passed.

Elfie said goodbye to her in a voice dripping with regret. Of course, it was a rather sensational farewell that connected her mouth to mouth.

At that time, I looked into Ir Elfi’s eyes.

The surface of a blue lake covered with sick affection like mist. I felt as if I had found her essence, precipitated like an abyss beneath it.

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Perhaps I may have become a psychopath while being confined to her morbid attitude.

Still, if what I saw wasn’t an illusion, if it wasn’t an illusion caused by my earnestness…

Illelfi was definitely asking for help. Screaming earnestly and unreachable towards someone.

While keeping in mind that it was a hallucination or delusion of a psychopath, I finally made a decision.

─The sixth day of the cellar of Marquis Justiha.

Did Irlfi visit me today? Of course, he must have come down to the basement.

Then how will she react?

Looking at my corpse, all limbs intact and cold and hardened.

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Quang! Quaang! Quaang!

The mound of earth turned into pieces of dust and scattered into the air. The shredded plank-like object fell belatedly with a dull sound.

Took. Took.

Complete the check to see if the limbs are attached intact, or if there are any wrong parts.

“It’s refreshing.”

It was the outside air that I hadn’t felt in a while. The scent of the flowers of the four seasons passed her nose in the night breeze.

Looking in the direction where the wind blows, the beautiful gardens of the imperial palace show off their beauty.

“I never dreamed that it would be used in this form…”

I looked down at the pit beneath the scattering dust. There, now, was a large, empty coffin holding a void.

In order to uncover the coffin’s identity, you must restore your memory to Charles’s abduction.

At the time, as a trump card, I agreed with the emperor to bury ‘something’ near the main palace. And I kept it a secret from Irelpi.

Yes. Right before leaving for the Great Commonwealth, this was the cause of a quarrel with Ir Elfi and a quick reconciliation.

To be precise, my amputated right arm and clothes were the whole coffin.

“I thought it was long, but this distance was possible.”

An immortal ability to regenerate a body from a separate body part. If so, how far is the range?

At first, it was an object buried for the purpose of traveling to and from the imperial palace as if teleporting from the Great Hall. However, he soon realized that there was a certain distance limit and admitted that he had done nothing.

I never thought that an object that was neglected like that would be used for this purpose later.

“Anyway, there’s no such thing as a newcomer to everything in life. Using this is the cause of IrLP’s runaway…”

Honestly, isn’t it terrible to have a body regenerated from a piece of arm? The reason I kept it a secret from Irlp was simply that. It was a trivial reason, but it was a good decision.

At that time, a familiar voice came from behind.

“Hey, aren’t you the Marquis of Alteon?”

“The Little Duke… No, should I call you Captain Chester now?”

“hahahaha, that’s an undeserved title. By the way, I heard that the Marquis is helping with the work at Marquis Justiha’s residence, but what about the imperial palace?”

Aha, was it not known to the outside world? It’s a good excuse, but it’s not a good reason.

Is fraud slowing your thinking? Or maybe there are other tricks…

‘No, I can’t understand the current IRP. Let’s not dig deep.’

I got straight to the point.

“If Iru Elfi said that, then the captain listened to a blatant lie.”

“…Yes?”

I don’t understand. The bewildered reaction is also understandable.

“I’ll tell you directly. Irlp is crazy. I’ve been imprisoned for five days in the basement of the Marquis’ residence.”

“Mi-go crazy?! You mean the leader of Yustiha? More than that, confinement, that’s… Nonsense…”

Bartlante was clearly at a loss for words.

“… First of all, let’s go in and talk. To be honest, I don’t think so, but I’m afraid I’ll fall into the eyes of Irelpi.”

I glanced in the direction of Marquis Justiha’s residence. Only then did Bartlante suddenly come to his senses and send me up first.

“Ah, yes! I understand. Let’s talk in the captain’s office. I will inform His Majesty of the Marquis’ entrance to the palace, so please go first. I will follow soon.”

“Okay.”

With those words in mind, I opened the door to the headmaster’s office as usual.

In the captain’s office, the newly appointed vice-captain—Ysgal Linter was doing paperwork. He greeted me with a puzzled expression.

He served tea and refreshments to me as I sat on the parlor sofa and trembled nervously. It’s a bit of a skillful manner, but the tension is relieved.

The position of Batlante and the emperor continued. For a moment, vice-captain Ysgal held back his eyes that were about to jump out like springs and prepared a courtesy.

“Take it easy. More than that, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Marquis Arteon since the hearing.”

“I’m glad you’re well.”

“As you can see, the Marquis can’t do that.”

“Are you very visible?”

“Very much!”

The eyes that see the emperor’s emotions were still the same. Indeed, Bartlante, the new escort commander, was confused because he couldn’t keep up with his context.

“I’ve heard the story in general. It’s hard to believe that the Marquis of Justiha is insane or that he committed confinement.”

“It’s true.”

“That seems to be the case, but can you explain it?”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

I gave detailed information about the scam and the current status of Irlp. In response, the emperor and Isgal each made serious faces, but Bartlante still couldn’t keep up with the story.

In the end, Bartlante directly expressed his doubts.

“Excuse me, Marquis Alteon? I understand how great Captain Justiha is. But is the Marquis, not anyone else, so frightened?”

The emperor answered his question.

“Does the Duke know about the Chainreach phenomenon that happened in Arlan Kingdom 8 years ago?”

“I remember it as a tragic event in which the Nelfrugian Knights who went to support the protocol were wiped out.”

“It’s a record except for one person, but it’s not wrong.”

The emperor revealed the truth about the chainreach phenomenon eight years ago. The more he told the truth, the eyes of Bartlante and Isgal turned from disbelief to astonishment.

“Well, as far as I know, Captain Yustiha’s current age is twenty-six. If you count that backwards…?”

Isgar, the vice-captain, took the words of Batlante instead.

“I’m turning eighteen… Oh my God, I don’t know if I’m allowed to hear this secret.”

“I fully understand why Your Majesty trusted you. Everything I said at the hearing will remain as the best dark history of my life…”

Bartlante bowed his head sadly. The emperor spoke in a solemn atmosphere.

“I understand her situation. I also agree that leaving her like this or sending her marquis back will only delay her catastrophe. Is there a plan to overcome her marquis? “

“…I don’t have a sharp idea right now. I wonder if there’s a way to restrain IrLP…”

At that time, Ishgal raised his hand and spoke in surprise.

“Well, if Captain Yus Tiha can really become a scourge of the Empire, why would he be captured?”

Bartlante asked back at his question.

“What else should I do?”

“It’s an execution. Since Marquis Alteon, who was suffering from imprisonment, is here, it’s justification. Isn’t it enough to wrap it well?”

He looked at us and uttered a chilling enthusiasm.

“On the day the weightlifters attacked the island, the people witnessed a miracle. It was Captain Yustiha’s single sword. Imagine that the sword strike did not cut the sky, but the imperial palace and the island. Even if they succeed in capturing them, There will be no way in the world that can redeem him.”

“…”

Isgar’s appeal caused silence in the audience. In the middle of the day, everyone knew. That there is nothing wrong with what he said.

His opinion was a cause for which there was no pretext for refutation.

But only I kept my mouth shut in a different way. It felt like heat was sizzling from the inside of my throat at the rationally devoured appeal.

Justification.

He says that the fact that I was arrested is the justification for Ir Elfi’s execution. I can’t agree with that, and I can’t argue that it’s wrong. My existence, on the contrary, became the evil of Illelpi.

Execution.

Ir Elfi, who hasn’t done anything yet, has already lost his life in someone’s heart. It was the reason he embraced the future of the annihilator. From the obscure future sins she had already assumed she had avoided, she became a sinner to be condemned.

Involuntarily, I was seized with the urge to slam the table with my clenched fist. If not, I wish I could at least get wrapped around that man’s collar.

I let go of all my evil desires and thought calmly.

‘Even the old man said it was impossible to eliminate fraud. But control is possible. Because witchcraft is proof of that.’

Irlp’s fraud has many uncertainties, but maybe it can be controlled.

But… Is it really possible? Could it be an overly optimistic arrogance?

What if it’s impossible?

If adapting over a long period of time like the old man’s answer is the answer, Ill Elfie must live as a sinner for the rest of his life.

I felt like my head was going to explode from the pouring agony.

They continued their discussion over me with my hair wrapped around my head.

“It is pointless to mobilize the military…”

“A small elite strike force with asymmetric forces…”

“Recruit elites so that they don’t fall into the ears of Captain Justiha…”

Damn, it’s so noisy I can’t concentrate on organizing my thoughts. No, maybe he’s trying to force himself to shake off every single grain of dust even after the tidying up is over.

“I… I…”

Around the time when I was trying to figure out the time to make a decision.

I heard the voice of someone who shouldn’t exist here.

“They look quite lively in a serious situation. Except for that one guy.”

At some point, an unknown assailant was sitting leisurely on the terrace. Their faces hardened at the sudden appearance of a stranger without any sign.

Battlante’s judgment was swift.

“Kuh!? Isgal! Protect His Majesty! Get out immediately and take her to the Knights Headquarters!”

“Yes, Captain!”

“Hmm, that’s difficult. I’ll refrain from making a fuss on a moonlit night.”

Break, buck!

The door to the leader’s office, where Isgar had turned his back, began to freeze from below. At first glance, it was just glacial ice like frost, but the reality was different.

It is close to a magic technique that has the effect of binding.

I have seen the same scene since before. Too many to get tired of!

“Sealing Frost…”

“Are you going to find out?”

He casually walked into the director’s room from the terrace.

I say the name of the assailant.

“Why are you here, Siegharun!”

At my climax, Siegharun responded nicely, as if he were meeting an old friend.

“I came because I thought I might need help, Marquis Nephi Alteon. Or should I call you this?”

Ziekharun twisted his lips and said.

“—A comrade with the same circumstances.”