I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

67 – Leading to the Past (3)

Under the black sky with rain falling. The khaki-colored tent landed on the ground and scattered the falling water.

Inside the tent, four people huddled together to listen to the man’s story. It was a historic site where the nobility of the country and the first head of the future family came together.

“…If the dike is breached like that, the Duke of Ruston has no choice. He will have no choice but to kneel on his own feet.”

At Neti on Peace’s strategy, Ashelne Meorik asked her by holding her chin.

“If you grit your teeth and sit down until the rain stops? If that side gets flooded, we can’t sortie as a Duke Castle either.”

“No problem. Luceon is here.”

“That’s right. We’re thoroughly managing our supply lines, so don’t worry.”

Luceon Estern agreed. He was a natural mercantile and was good at raising money and goods. Thanks to that, in the era of war, there has never been a situation where this side went hungry.

“Asselin, prepare the confession agent to feed Ganja. Don’t mind the strength.”

“Hmm, got it.”

“And Bartlante… Organize a strike force with dozens of worthy knights and set out. If the Duke keeps food and weapons, Mount Gelden…”

It was then. Bartlante squinted his eyes and gave out a hard voice.

“I’m the opposite. Netion piece.”

“What are you talking about?”

At Netionpeace’s question, Bartlante jumped up and hit the desk with a thump. He was not broken by controlling the limit, but he had enough strength to go through incontinence.

In the eyes filled with recording, sparks from speculation flew out.

“What are you talking about? I want to ask you! Don’t you guys know what a degree is? Maybe it’s funny for a guy who led an army to kill people to say such a thing.”

“Bartlante?”

“By the way, if the castle is flooded, what will happen to people who have nothing to do with the war? What will happen to women and children whose flesh rots and their skins dry up…”

There was real power in attracting people to Bartlante’s fervent appeal. It seemed that no one could help but be drawn to his passion.

If the opponent wasn’t Netion Peace… I’m sure. Would have followed him

“The war will be long.”

“Yes.”

“More people will suffer.”

“Quit.”

“In the end, it’s the difference in choice. Increase the number of people suffering from the war, or ignore the people of dukedom who are being submerged. It’s just the situation of Lee Ji-sun-da.”

Asselen and Luceon were silent even as Batlante trembled. It was a sample of tacit consent.

“Bartlante, I am in command.”

“I know.”

“Then follow me. To end the damn war.”

“… Ha.”

Battlante’s quietness gave him a sense of collapse. He hung his head in silence and trudged out of the barracks.

Then, Bartlante’s face suddenly turned away, and it seemed that tears were welling up on his face. It is probably an illusion caused by the rainwater running down his cheeks.

“A lot… Has changed. Neither the Netion Pieces nor you guys. All of them.”

Bartlante left only those words and narrowed down his personnel. It marked the end of a brief protest.

‘I feel sorry for not looking like the little duke.’

Certainly, Bartlante’s sentiment was valid. Asselen and Luceon were the types that pursued rationality rather than sensibility. Talents devoted to each field were like starlight that could not be covered by cloudy clouds.

The special circumstance of war and brilliant talent would have been enough to reorganize their consciousness.

However, the texture of netion pieces is different.

The male window in the mud wall was the gemstone of genius that hid the light. And within a short time, he absorbed all the light of talent gathered by his side and returned it to his possession.

Above all, war eventually follows the logic of force. The difference between the owner of a fruit shop at the market and a noble aristocrat was the difference between life and death.

The time has come when the vulgar people have a reputation for flat gear, and all the stiff-headed nobles have their heads cut off.

In the era of war, the values of Netion Peace, who experienced equality that transcended social status, were changing. Using your talent to the fullest…

“Whoa.”

Stillness reigned in the space where Asselen and Luceon left. Now, it seemed that only netion pieces were left inside the barracks.

If he hadn’t opened her mouth, she might have kept her mouth shut all along.

“Lorian.”

“Ness.”

A black long robe with a large hood appeared like a shadow. The identity of the stranger who suddenly appeared without any sign was Lorian Peyta.

“Where did you start?”

“Everything.”

“I see.”

It was a light conversation. Netionpeace turned his back on Lorian and did not turn back. It was a well-intentioned action.

Because he already knew what Lorian was going to say.

“Ness.”

“Tell me.”

“Why don’t you use me?”

“Just by submerging the castle…”

“Ness!”

Lorian’s brief high-pitched voice contained anger and reprimand.

The sound of Lorian’s hair flowing down the hood came through the sound of rain.

Netionpeace unknowingly bit his lip.

“It’s much more efficient if you use me. You don’t have to bother busting the dike. I’ll break in alone and get the Duke’s head. Then that’s it!”

“The risk is high. Since it is an immediate situation, the vigilance will be much stricter.”

“Do you think I would care about that?”

Lori An defied the stupid excuse and folded his bud-like fingers one by one. Then, as if counting her things, she began to list the people she had left behind.

“Earl of Urs, Baron Aclanne, Mercenary Secunto, Lady Leane, Marquis of Lasten, Duke of Servina, Viscount Epento, Chief Sakuntara, Prince I and Princess Lee…”

She put all ten of her fingers together before she stopped talking. Her lips twitched as there was still more to be said, but she seemed desperately tolerating them.

They were the victims of Lorian Peita’s disparate talents.

“All…The people I killed. You know best. I don’t think the Duke of Ruston is any more dangerous than them.”

Assassination. That was Lorian’s brilliant talent. A nature that even Netion Peace cannot dare to imitate exists in her.

“Lorian.”

“If that’s not the case. You, who suggests the most efficient way, answer. Come up with the real reason why you don’t use me.”

“The command authority…”

“It’s you. But there’s no reason to shut up what I’m saying. Why don’t you let me go? The reason why I shouldn’t kill the Duke of Ruston. Say something. When you sneak in, you’ll get rained on and you’ll get a plague. See? That or what?”

Lorian soon strides forward with steps uncharacteristic of an assassin. “Pick,” She cried.

“Am I special?”

Lorian immediately grabbed Netionpeace by the collar and pulled him down. Below the slanted upper body, Lorian’s beautiful features, especially her reddish lips, were close.

Then, her lips, which were the color of ripe apples, contained heat. It was a voice that rode a single line in the cryptic boundary between anger and lust.

“Kiss me.”

“Lorian.”

“Now.”

“Don’t do this, Lorian.”

“If you can’t, send me. Command me efficiently, whom you don’t consider special and who you don’t love.”

“Lorian!”

“Why? You sing so passionately. Ness, do you like me?”

“Lorian please…”

“If you love me, let go. Do the woman you love. And she trusts her.”

“…”

Lorian’s super logic made Netion Peace’s mouth shut.

It’s not wrong, the invasion of the Duchy of Ruston was really dangerous. No matter how Lorian he was, he had a hard time praying for neat success.

However, Lorian has used Netionpeace’s logic against him and pressured him. It is a sharp criticism of his antinomic attitude of disregarding life for efficiency.

‘It’s no joke… Neither the old man nor Lorian Peita.’

At this point, he must be much younger than me and I.L.P, but it feels like an adult’s dignity has melted into him.

Compared to that, I and I were completely child’s play. The level of conversation, as well as the way they express their affection, is on a completely different level.

“Ness.”

“Lorian.”

The scene where the conflict between Lorian and Netion Peace rose sharply like a large needle was desolate. In the snow fight with no sign of backing down from each other, the side that was defeated first was Netion Peace.

“I could die.”

“I won’t die.”

“That’s a common death word used by men.”

“It’s okay because I’m a woman.”

“Whoa.”

Netionpeace’s palms covered her eyes. It was as if he was trying hard to cool down his intense eyes.

He said quietly.

“Call Bartlante. The campaign is cancelled. We will keep the embankment as it is.”

“A fool would love it.”

“Lorian, when are you leaving?”

“Right now.”

“That’s fast.”

“Because the war must end quickly. If the Duchy of Ruston falls, Astel can become the best warlord on the continent.”

“Yes.”

“Since you know that, they must all have noticed that I devised a hasty method. I don’t know about Bartlante.”

Lorian’s eyes drew an arc. She smiled brightly and was as beautiful as a black flower that bloomed alone on her battlefield. It seemed that if he touched her carelessly, the deadly thorns would wreak havoc on her heart.

Netionpis was one of the few people who could deal with sharp black flowers.

“I’ll go now.”

“Lorian.”

“Why?”

“Careful—.”

“I don’t need to be careful.”

Beok, beok, stride, stride!

Lori An has dramatically closed her distance. Netionpeace was taken aback and tried to step back. However, Lorian’s grip on the collar mercilessly blocked the escape route.

“Kiss.”

“Lorian! Now, hold on—”

The attractive lips you can see when you lower your eyeballs, and a tall nose. At such close range, it was impossible to block the approaching contact in a diagonal line.

The moment when the lips of a man and a woman are about to cross.

Go away!

The world was pitch black. The world where the senses disappeared was embarrassing. Vision was dim, and even hearing was impossible.

A wild uneasiness swept over me, wondering if there was something wrong outside.

Fortunately, the time of liberation came quickly. Soon after, the space where the five senses were sealed cracked apart and the scenery was revived.

As I enjoyed the sense of liberation from the open five senses, Lorian’s soft voice tickled my ears.

“Okay, I’ll be back, Ness.”

“… Uh, yes.”

Netionpeace’s fingers were unconsciously touching the corner of her mouth.

It was a terrible kiss when I was a male prostitute. It would have been just an ugly act full of repulsion.

Surely, it would… It should have…

I was angry, and my reddish cheeks burned. I couldn’t find the reason, so I had doubts for the first time in a while. It was indeed the first time in a long time that she encountered a phenomenon that was difficult to define in her own language.

Let’s look back on the afterglow while analyzing unknown emotions forever. That’s when she sat down in a chair with a sigh as she thought about it.

Down!

The barracks opened and a large man jumped in dripping rainwater.

“Netionpeace, you said the operation was canceled? Well done. Even if it’s a bit difficult, I’ll go another way.”

“… Uh. Yes.”

Battlante was not ignorant of the assassination orders Lorian had received. It’s just that he readily agrees to trust her.

However, it was an laughable reaction in the situation of Netty on Peace, who was overprotective of Rorian as her housekeeper.

She was more clearly aware than anyone else that this was her heart, so she couldn’t reveal it outwardly.

And a few days later.

The Duke of Ruston has passed away.

The cause is suicide by poisoning. A blood-soaked note was placed next to the body.

Feeling inflamed and embarrassed by the war, he ends his own life.

It was also a will with a sentence stating that everything would be passed on to his second son.

The Duke’s second son was a greedy and tyrannical man. Inevitably, the forces split around the eldest son, who despised him, and ate his own flesh.

Afterwards, at the point when the chaotic political situation of the dukedom reached its peak, Batlante’s forces broke through the gate like a buggy.

It was an empty victory.

‘Lorian Peyta isn’t an ordinary resource either.’

Wouldn’t it be an easy feat to infiltrate the duke’s castle alone, kill the duke, and escape? She was definitely a woman worthy of the title of the dark sword of the first emperor.

‘The modern Duke of Feita had no personality… Maybe the first head of the family considered it lowly and covered up the fact that he was entrusted with an assassin’s mission?’

Only they will know the truth that is not recorded in history.

Since the collapse of the Duchy of Ruston, the situation on the continent has faced a dramatic turn.

The warlords who knew how to foresee the current, jumped on the tide of fate. As the forces begging to come under Astel came every day, it was only a matter of time for the trend to change.

Even in the midst of the war, where numerous heroic human figures were pouring out, the stronghold of the founding nobles and first family heads was unrivaled.

Three years passed just like that.

At last, the cloudy sky lifted and the sun came pouring in the morning.

It was the founding day of the Eld Empire.