I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

65 – Leading to the Past (1)

The emperor distorted his features bizarrely when he heard about Siegharun’s suspicion of trespassing into the palace. Even the emperor wouldn’t understand. Only the question of what could be done in the imperial palace, where I, Ir Elfi, and Bartlante gathered together, was the only thing that darkened my face.

Even in terms of protection ability, with Ir Elfi and Bartlante, the banquet hall can be sufficiently protected. Even if the imperial palace was burnt down with a golden pillar, the people who would die would be pitiful servants.

It is sad that humans die, but it is also true that they have no use value. In other words, Siegharun’s intentions are still vague, like traces hidden in thick fog.

“How should I do this?”

The emperor asked. It was the impression that he had aged five years in a matter of seconds.

“First of all, it would be better to place all the people who visited the imperial palace here, in the banquet hall.”

Bartlante gave his opinion as the captain of the escort.

It’s because the words are soft, but it’s actually not different from saying to be confined. And I vehemently agreed with Bartlante’s admonition.

With IrLP, the banquet hall is as safe no matter what happens. Not only that, but it would also be easy to block Siegharun’s internal collaborators.

The Emperor read a tacit agreement in our silence.

“The Templars, call together all those on the attendance list. As of this time, until the current situation is brought to a close, no one will be allowed to leave this place.”

As the emperor fell, the knights moved busily. First, a solemn closing sound rang in the hall. It was the sound of the entrance to the huge banquet hall closing halfway.

Next, the side door leading to the banquet hall, the terrace for the tryst, and the passage leading to the resting room were completely blocked. Those who were agitated by the sudden bloody atmosphere spread like a ripple.

Usually, he was looking up at the seat of honor as if asking for an answer. In response, Bartlante told the truth in a dignified voice.

“A dangerous element is currently roaming the imperial palace. To prevent a disturbing accident, the banquet hall will be closed for a while. As a high-ranking person in the empire, I sincerely ask for your cooperation.”

There seemed to be no objection to the dignified declaration. To be precise, he seemed to know how foolish it was to refute the Duke of Chester and the captain of the emperor’s bodyguard.

You may not have intended to rely on authority, but your status is what creates the situation. However, it was a free right to have questions, not objections.

“Who is that dangerous molecule?”

“Hmm…”

It was a really difficult question, though.

‘I wouldn’t be convinced if I introduced Siegharun without any filtering.’

He is affiliated with Peita, who has been wiped out since the rebellion. But the remnants of Feita invaded the imperial palace as if they were coming and going?

This was a matter at stake for the prestige of the imperial family. Furthermore, the systemic aristocrats who were harmed by Feita’s manipulations would tremble. The credibility of the imperial family is bound to decline.

“What should I do?”

“It’s difficult. The longer you answer, the worse public opinion will be. In particular, Bartlante, who is in the early stages of his appointment, will lose ground.”

“If he avoids the answer, he is an incompetent escort captain who does not even know the identity of the intruder. If he gives a proper answer, will he become an incompetent imperial family who can’t properly clean up the plot?”

“As long as Bartlante is also accepted as a member of the imperial family, the prestige of the imperial family will decline in either case. I would like to cut down the entire imperial palace.”

“Please bear with that…”

If it was to teach heaven and earth, the entire imperial palace would be destroyed along with Siegharun. The price will be paid in the worst-case scenario, in which the morale of the IrLP runs out of control.

It was around the time my thoughts were leaning toward the negative. I suddenly remembered the obvious fact.

‘Oh, don’t you need me in this situation?’

There is no defense ability, and the combat ability is ambiguous. However, his ability to search far exceeded Illelpi’s expectations. It was inefficient for me to keep the position of Odokani.

I woke up to my senses before asking permission to leave. It was to expel at least one rat pup that might have sneaked into the banquet hall.

“Activation of the senses.”

Cognitive ability expands infinitely. The present me could clearly hear the flapping of the crotch of Young master’s trouser legs as he trembled anxiously.

Her Mirren’s Meo Rick and Esthern’s kids are busy sticking by her side to reassure her. Arnel just looks at Mirren from a little distance away. Even Enella scratching the floor with the tip of her sword as if she were uneasy.

All sorts of information from the banquet hall flowed into my fingertips and under my ears. The interaction of the senses spread to the limit processed information without end.

‘The connected buildings and rooms are all empty… Should I go to the main palace?’

It was when the destination was decided according to the elimination method. An active deafening scuffle was captured. No, rather than a scuffle, this was more like an outcry in which one side was unilaterally dominated by fear.

As the faint sound gradually faded, one person’s footsteps increased in density. It was a leisurely and unrestrained procession, as if they were out for a walk in the courtyard.

His gait was not only dignified, but also accompanied by arrogance.

Jerbug. That buck

The soft footsteps are already approaching the banquet hall. The tense look of the guards guarding the banquet hall’s door flowed through the ground. It didn’t take long for the unexpected guest to subdue them.

“… Coming.”

“Neffi?”

The question implied in the call of the Elf was clear. Maybe she already guessed. The evidence was that she unconsciously took the sword by overlapping her index and middle fingers.

Before I could dispel her doubts, the restless players followed.

Jumping! Hey hey hey…!

The large door opened with a vibrating sound appropriate to its size. The outside scenery permeated my vision, and the guards’ notification resembling a scream resounded.

“One of the four… Four, four, four major dukes! Representative of the Feita duchy! It is the arrival of Sir Siegharun Misrach!!!”

Dubuck. Tboob.

The change in the sound of his footsteps was clear, just as the floor he stepped on changed from the ground outside to shining marble. Her ruby-like eyes were awe-inspiring, and her smiling face possessed a charm that captivated people.

It was a great feeling of intimidation just by walking straight through the hall. The crowd on the path he was walking parted like a miracle splitting the waves. Even the proud-looking lady and the rugged old nobleman silently gave way.

When it was finally close enough to be clearly visible even to the emperor’s eyes, Bartlante’s giant jumped up.

Battlante, who fell with a thump under the seat of honor, stopped him.

“Hey, long time no see. Bartlante?”

“If you’re here to assassinate Your Majesty, you’ve got the wrong blade.”

“hahahaha, I can’t believe it. I know that I can’t break through the guardianship of you and the annihilators alone.”

Zeke Harun lifted his chin and greeted him warmly as if he were glad to see him.

“It’s been a while, Marquis. And… Lady Charles. Oh, is His Majesty the Supreme Emperor in good health? The annihilators who endure there silently are very happy.”

Zeke Harun speaks vainly. His way of talking so casually was enough to relieve people’s tension.

‘The atmosphere is strange.’

Now, people’s eyes were looking at the right ratio of fear and curiosity.

What really happened is that the man claiming to be Peyta’s representative knows us. Or, what is the reason for being so peaceful in a situation that is no different from a slope.

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People’s attention was focused as if they were watching a Peking Opera on stage. At the scene that seemed to be at the center of the world, the emperor opened his heavy mouth.

“Weightlifting, dare to state the purpose of stepping into the imperial palace.”

“Declaration of war.”

“What?”

“From now on, I would like to convey Feita’s long-cherished wish that has been handed down from the ancestors. All those who benefit from the empire in all directions should open their eyes and ears and follow their will.”

“The bullsh*t!”

It was the moment when Bartlante was about to unleash his sword.

“Captain Chester, take your life!”

It was none other than the emperor who stopped the sudden collision. Bartlante had no choice but to take a step back, calming the glaring speculation.

“I am allowed to speak.”

“Thank you for the favor.”

Zeke Harun leisurely puts his hands behind his back. The guy coughed in a theatrical chooimsae and delivered a message.

“Lorian Feyta. I stand here to accuse her of the imperial family’s original sin from her, who was the female swordsman of Astel Nerka, the first emperor of her family.”

The emperor listened in silence. The internal affairs of the Duke Peita family, who were subtly at odds with the imperial family, were an unsolved mystery.

The motivation to show rebellion against the system even while harboring hope for the opposite. I’m trying to solve that clue a little bit.

“Amgun, 3rd Emperor Asar Euglinus. His foolish reign was enough to transform a woman into a demon.”

Arrogance, who dared to cross the sky road without knowing the subject, cut off his loyalty.

The hilt overflowing with remorse ripped through the intestines of an ordinary woman.

We remember the original sin that insatiable greed took over the world, and the blank history he desperately erased.

That’s why I ordered it as a colony that inherits Lorian Feita’s grudge.

“Traces of weak enemies, it is said that you should be rewarded for carrying the hardships that you cannot bear…

Only he ridiculed himself in a space where the solemn air weighed down heavily.

The emperor’s eyebrows wrinkled as he supported his chin with his hand. He asked.

“Is that the end of the message?”

“I didn’t hear anything else.”

“Can Feita alone handle the imperial family and the empire?”

“It’s impossible.”

Zeegharun’s shoulders shrugged. It’s because his actions weren’t serious, but his answer was obviously sincere.

“If you take out Iruelpi Yustiha from the power, you can cover it if you have two asymmetric power… But unfortunately, there is no mercy for violence, including head count.”

No matter how great Feita’s single power is, it can’t surpass Chester’s specialization in force. Furthermore, if the Imperial Family, Meoric, and Estern were added, the prediction would be meaningless. Siegharun was clearly aware of that.

“That’s why we are going to try to compete with numbers. Originally, it would have been impossible even after a thousand years… But we should thank Asar Euglinus for this. He gave us a golden opportunity.”

“Yes… Is that so?”

The emperor took a deep breath, and he let out a trumpet, his crimson eyes glowing.

“Capture him right now.”

“I’ll take it.”

Kwaaang!!!

In the blink of an eye, Bartlante’s sword struck Siegharun’s black figure. Due to the wind pressure, the surrounding air pressure fluctuated and all the tables in a straight line were shattered.

Third parties are busy screaming in horror as they are isolated with a barrier of speculation.

At that time, a sudden gust of wind pushed away the dust that had been blown away and presented a clear view. Thanks to that, everyone in the hall witnessed Siegharun’s calm attitude wrestling with Bartlante’s sword.

The phenomenon of extremely unnatural wind was clear.

“The atmosphere is the last of the four major elements. Dealing with it is proof that you have matured as a spirit.”

“It’s faster than expected…”

Even Ir Elfie, who had memories of the future, was well aware of it. As she explained, Siegharun’s specs were at their peak. The story of taking care of Bartlante and me alone was not a lie.

“I have no intention of fighting, Bartlante. To be honest, even if I kill them all right here, there is no answer if you are prepared to destroy them and release the annihilators.”

“That won’t happen.”

“hahahaha, that’s naive. Even if I get to the point where I’m about to kill the Marquis, will the annihilator stay still?”

“Ugh.”

Bartlante was bad at lying. He refuted anything and opened his mouth to report it, but nothing came out as if a pig bone had stuck in his throat.

“At this point, it’s within the permissible range that the empire gets destroyed… But it’s difficult for me to be swept away by it.

“…”

Kkagaak, kkagaak!

Bartlante was still deep in thought with his swords crossed. The trouble didn’t take long. As the trembling metal sound gradually subsided, Bartlante’s sword body hid itself.

Clap.

The situation was over as the two swords fell asleep in their sheaths. Zeke Harun bowed her back with a new example.

“Then, may the weak traces of the enemy rest in peace until the day of destruction.”

In that way, the new type of Siegharun became a dot outside the leisurely banquet hall and disappeared. Confirming his complete safety, Bartlante removed the barrier and fell to his knees in the Emperor’s presence.

“As the captain of the escort, I dared to disobey the imperial decree and free the traitors. Even if I make 10,000 excuses, there is no way to lessen the mistake. I ask for the emperor’s disposition.”

“If that was the best decision as the captain of the escort, how can I hold him accountable? I should praise him for his unreasonable duty. I know that everyone here is like a lump of baggage.”

The emperor looked around the cluttered hall and spoke softly.

“I’ll have to organize the debutante banquet.”

It was the chant of his grandfather, who had run out of energy.

A warm spring day. The debut event, which was expected to become a meeting square and be a fun time, ended in the worst form.

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Irlp’s pure white hair melted into the scene of the imperial palace as the sun slowly set. The remnants of the dusk passing through the window dyed the Irlp’s white red.

I, Il Elfi, and Bartlante were creating silence in the meeting room of the main palace. Tired of the afternoon’s events, he was in no mood for a bright chat.

It’s fortunate that I can fiddle with Ir Elfi’s hand. Without that, it would have been a terrible feeling.

In the awkward atmosphere, the first person to rhyme was Bartlante, who had been silent for a long time.

“There’s no need to hide the fact that you two roast sesame seeds.”

“No, that… Courtesy…”

“Neffi, could you please don’t remove your hand just because you’re flustered?”

“Ugh…”

It was far from polite to show affection in a public place. I didn’t have a serious excuse to come up with, so I kept my mouth shut.

It was a time when I was wasting time with the kind touch of Ir Elp. Finally, the door to the conference room burst open, and the emperor appeared.

It was a pitifully emaciated appearance in just a few hours. Resolution improvement of forehead wrinkles is too fast.

The emperor forgot his dignity and sat down on his furry seat as if to collapse.

“It’s crazy hard.”

It was the emperor’s first words.

“I couldn’t stand it for one or two generations even if Peita caused a commotion… Even after I put down the crown… No, no. If you push too hard, you’ll end up talking nonsense. That’s why…”

The emperor, who was talking gibberish, caught his breath and looked at us. To be precise, it met my eyes staring at him pitifully.

“Why did the Marquis ask for a meeting?”

I give a simple and clear answer to the emperor’s question.

“I think I need to know sooner or later.”

“What do you mean?”

“A story from 400 years ago. What the imperial family did to Feita. I didn’t mean to question that much, but I figured it wouldn’t matter if you didn’t know.”

“Sorry for the Marquis, I don’t know anything. It’s hard to understand Siegharun’s message.”

“You misunderstand. What am I going to interrogate you for? I have another subject to interrogate.”

“Neffi, is that…”

I’m afraid of Illelpy’s menacing eyes. Yes it will He is a villain that Ir Elfi cannot admit, and he is calling him who fought as an enemy of life and death.

‘Whoa. It’s disturbing.’

My life in this world finally turned the first page after meeting IrLP.

If Irelp is the first sentence that starts my story, that man is no different from the cover that wraps the story.

Looking back, he was the starting point of everything.

“The nobility of the nation, Netion Peace. Wouldn’t the old man in here know?”

I patted my chest and revealed the subject of interrogation. At the same time, he circulated disgusting morale through his body and chanted the name of Netionpeace in his mind.

At the time of the previous battle with Illelpi, the image world of Netion Peace was almost closed. It has become a space so separated that it is difficult to recognize the outside scenery from the inside.

Maybe this is your last chance to face Netion Peace. Before the world of imagination becomes completely independent, the truth must be stripped away.

[You know it well.]

‘Old man. It looks like it’s not closed yet.’

It was a blurry thought, as if there was noise. If I didn’t listen carefully, I felt like I would miss the meaning.

[First of all, let me clarify one thing. I don’t even know what Lorian’s exact intentions are. It can be inferred, but only Feita of the time will know the complete circumstances.]

‘It doesn’t matter. Can you come out? Or should I convey it instead?’

[If it’s not a violent activity, you can go outside. However, even that is not long. So you continue the progress of memory. So that I can tell the oral tradition even if I reach my limit.]

After Netion Peace’s suggestion, I lost control of my body.

I felt like I was falling into an infinitely deep pit in the abyss that was neither real nor imaginary.

Soon after, Netion Peace, which took the initiative, brought up the topic. Each time he brought out each letter, his vision gradually turned white.

He said.

[There are three sins that run through my life.]

As Netionpeace’s next words uttered, my vision captured a dark, dirty mud wall. It was a terrible space where open moans and screams mingled from all sides.

When I came to my senses, I was sitting on a bed that was so hard that my butt hurt. Even if I didn’t focus on my senses otherwise, I could feel the fishy smell and my skinny and unsightly body.

Soon thereafter, somewhere in the sky or on the ground, Netion Peace said calmly.

[What I am talking about now is the process of a proud sinner leading to the first sin.]