I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

74 – Even if the world hates you (1)

A string of tension pulled tight. Shaped like a sharp silver thread, it cut off helplessly at the same time as the crash.

Quaaa!!!

A gigantic sword cuts through the air with enormous power.

Overwhelming mass does not allow any defense of weak armaments.

However, it is a masterpiece that deserves to be called the sword of Kavanneel. Compared to a sword, even a delicate piece of hardware could not be inferior in strength.

“I will help.”

Netion Peace instinctively sensed the sensation of the hairs all over its body standing up. The familiar smell of the battlefield. It was the scent of death.

Step back with a spur. It was a heavenly step, regardless of the mass of the sword.

The space where the weapons were facing each other just now was distorted. It was exactly the coordinates where the neck of the Netion Peace was located. The fact that he almost died from a broken neck was chilling.

“Not yet!”

Suddenly.

The earth ripples. To be precise, the space of coordinates where both feet are located. Netion Peace belatedly struggled, but his feet fell into the circular pond.

The next moment Netionpeace opened his eyes and saw the sky. The sight that everyone imagined as a child unfolds in their field of vision.

Clouds that seemed soft like cotton blankets penetrate the human body and convince the air.

At that time, Kavannil’s roar was blown away by the wind.

“Nobility of the country!”

“Unlikely!”

Chaeeng! Close-by-!

Amidst the acceleration that makes it difficult to even center properly, each other’s weapons confront each other. The man’s glowing eyes belonged to a hero facing life and death.

The two exchanged sums of tens in an instant and soon recognized the end of the situation.

The ground is close. It was an acceleration that was difficult to escape from a futile fall.

Kavannil twitched the corners of his mouth leisurely. For beneath him the pond swayed. The entrance to the space opened its mouth.

On the other hand, the solid earth greeted Netionpis. The jaw-dropping friction of the air turned the flat ground into a weapon of sorts.

Embarrassment is an excuse. The kinetic energy cancels out. He had that kind of physical ability in his hands.

“Hmm!”

Ooh oh oh!

With all my might, I slam the sword into the ground. Accompanied by a huge roar, fragments of the earth splattered like meteors in all directions.

The flickering world is covered with dust and takes on an auburn color.

Druk, dreuk.

The sound of dragging a huge mass of metal. It was the remnant of Netion Peace, which lifted the sword from the ground.

Is this how it feels to be hostile to those who handle space? Gradually you start to get used to it. It is an ability that can be used infinitely, such as distorting space and creating a single-shot portal.

The hero’s hand-to-hand fighting ability is not something to be underestimated, but it is only a slight advantage over Bartlante in his prime. He calculated that if he wasn’t careful, he could win enough.

“Then we must first eliminate the cause of the annoying variable.”

Tooung!

Netion Peace spurred his feet and leaped as close to the ground as possible. Keep your feet in the air, but at a height that allows you to control the ground with an instant judgment.

It flings its body softly and swiftly, as if a cloud was wrapped around its waist. An incomprehensible step was unfolded, mixing the legendary general’s morality and Chester’s martial arts.

It’s an instant to reach the saintess!

“It’s over, singularity of the age.”

Hooung!

However, Netionpis’ sword cut through the air. To be precise, the trajectory bends smoothly as if ice were stuck in the air, destroying the land of Ammon.

It was a technique of forcibly twisting the sword by distorting the space. That was the result of barely self-defense due to the sudden rash.

The burning nerve transcends the limit to recognize and judge the situation. As soon as he was about to kick the saintess, Kavanneel’s sword flew with a piercing sound.

Wow!

“I’m afraid to put it!”

“Tsk.”

With the wide blade of the sword, it escapes from the beast of the sword.

If the strength of the saintess’ body was strong enough, her stomach could be shaken just by kicking her stomach.

She clicked her tongue in lamentation over her missed opportunity.

“Heo-eok, hee-eok.”

“Are you okay, Misha?”

“I’m fine. However, it’s quite exhausting to use my strength in a hurry…”

“I’ll recover while I’m in charge… I’d like to say, but this time it’s too much.”

Kavannil turned a frown to the villain.

He handled the massive weapon with one hand casually. And yet, their agility is like that of a beast in the grasslands. Even more so, it is a physical ability that offsets the energy falling from the sky with a sword strike.

Undoubtedly, he was the strongest opponent of all time.

“I don’t know why the world gave such a wicked man such enormous power.”

He was the trinity of power, money, and force. If such a person continues to enjoy life, who can stop the poisonous drink?

To them, Netionpis was a disaster in human form. It was self-evident that the world would suffer from unprecedented violence if they were not stopped here and released.

It was the prelude to the decisive battle of Ahre.

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“After all, this kind of day does come.”

The man muttered to himself.

He was a man with a large patch over his right eye. Usually characterized by frivolous rhetoric, he was the head of a huge group.

Trop Peita. He was the head of the Duke of Peita at the time.

“Lorian Peyta… We will fight with all our might for your long-cherished wish.”

Trop stared at the old and worn journal. Even after hundreds of years, it is in a wonderful state of preservation.

“Because you wanted it. We sacrificed for hundreds of years just for that one thing.”

He said candidly, clutching his throbbing head.

“To be honest, it’s a nuisance, you.”

The first Duke of Feyta – Lorian was the black sword of the first emperor. He was tasked with various missions, specializing in assassination, sabotage, and intelligence gathering.

Before long, her legend was buried in Jaeya, and her family customs of Feita did not succeed her.

… Was the concept of the people of the world.

“It’s already been 400 years. The grudge has faded, and I think it’s enough to live a normal life. I’ve never seen the first family head… Gut!?”

Stuff, stick!

Every time he criticized Lorian, an unbearable headache came over him. It was as if spines had sprouted from his brain and were about to pierce his skull.

“All vassals grow up being brainwashed. Their emotions are castrated and they desperately learn how to imitate the common people. The end of their lives is decided just for your long-cherished wish. Kkew…!”

Trop, the owner of the house, was no exception. As the leader of the colony, he only left it because he judged that it was necessary.

Acts that deviate from Lorian Peyta’s long-cherished wishes are subject to appropriate sanctions. Just like the current headache.

“I’m sick of it. If it’s not my master, Feita has no hope. Zekeharun, if you fail even after attracting the singularity, it’s better for Feita to perish.”

To be honest, the rebellion using disposable portals did not look like it would fail.

Even if Ir Elfi Yustiha was close to foul play, it was a variable that could be controlled.

Excitement inflated like a balloon at the anticipation of being freed from Feita’s long-cherished wish.

I didn’t know at the time. Even if you poke a small needle with a thin anticipation, it explodes with a bang.

There is only one miscalculation.

It was the existence of Marquis Nephi Alteon. If he hadn’t interrupted Siegharun’s ritual, the empire would have perished long ago.

Even if Ir Elfi chased Siegharun and the ceremony failed, it was an advantage.

Because the Amcheon team infiltrated through the disposable portal and took her sister hostage. If so, Ir Elfi’s leash belonged to this side.

However, a man who seemed to have fallen from the sky ruined the event. I don’t know if he wanted to die for a few days because he was hateful and pitiful.

“Whoa… Whoa… Um. I’m tired. It’s been a long time. My patience has run out.”

The urge to immediately burn Lori An’s notes shook his head. The more he did, the screw in his headache tightened his temples and tormented him.

A trough leaning on a stool with wobbly legs. The person who freed him from pain was none other than a dubious collaborator.

“What is it, malnutrition?”

Zikharun Misrach. He skipped knocking and opened the door. He was embarrassed by his ungainly behavior, but he laughed at the refreshing sense of freedom.

“Ah, they say tap dancing is fashionable in the social world.”

“The skills and excuses are really poor.”

“I’ll just die.”

“Unfortunately, as long as I mature as a spirit, I will live many times as many as you.”

“Damn it, you bastard.”

Ziegharun leaned back on the wide sofa. Trope’s selling was a disregard for attitude.

Ziekharun asked.

“How much Lost blood Did you get?”

“About three people. It seems that the guild’s information network is at its limit.”

“Enough. In the first place, the ceremony was to be held only by Charles Milotte.”

“I have to say that I should be grateful for the 3 Emperor’s laxity… Ugh. Damn I can’t even joke.”

Zeke Harun had doubts about the gesture of trough wrapping his head.

“What happened?”

“It’s the damn thing on this side, don’t mind it.”

“I’m not particularly interested, so that’s fine.”

“The heartless bastard…”

“It’s as hard as tap dancing, which was disgusting.”

“Evil!!!”

There was no business in touching dark history. While Trope was grimacing and regretting his mistake, Zeke Harun turned his eyes to the corner.

The trough was a stool that swayed and leaned against.

Old journals were strewn on top of the cleanly arranged stool.

Ziekharun felt intense curiosity about the existence of items that didn’t suit him.

“Now, wait. What are you doing?”

“There’s something I haven’t seen before.”

“Stop it. It’s not something you can see. It’s a handwritten note in code anyway.”

“I’m more curious because it’s a password.”

“You…!?”

Ignoring the trope’s warning, Siegharun approached the stool.

The cover of the journal was dark green. It is a plain exterior with no decorations. There was something familiar about the ugliness that didn’t go well with the Duke’s stuff.

“Mmm.”

In the end, Zekeharun opened the first chapter of the memoir.

As Trope asserted, the white was paper, and the black was writing.

However, strangely, a cold sweat of unknown origin soaked Siegharun’s black bangs.

The handwriting roared wildly. He wriggled and crawled like a living snake.

It takes a moment to realize that the phenomenon is an illusion.

His world was dyed in monochrome and reconstructed as a new landscape.

The end of fate that fell into the abyss.

To the final scene.

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“Ah… Uhh… Ahhhhh…!”

The woman’s desperate scream made the inside of the carriage vibrate. Her elderly woman was willing to endure her pain by biting her own finger.

Everything on the huge wagon was soft, but that was no comfort. It was a minor factor compared to the gut-rending colic.

“Duke…!”

The dark-haired, black-eyed woman suffering from labor pains was Lorian Peyta.

Inside, only two women in black long robes attend Lorian. They were members of the Amcheondae, which was in charge of the family’s special affairs.

“Agi-san is showing up! Duke, please…! Just a little more…!”

“Ughhhhh…”

Less, Less! Kugoong, Kung!

Suddenly, the carriage shook violently. The more unstable the wagon was, the more terrible Lorian’s screams became.

“You bastard, what are you doing! The Duke is suffering!”

One of the attendants who was on the rough ride opened the window of the carriage and shouted.

“Damn, I want to ask if there’s a way to drive smoothly while avoiding pursuers!!!”

“What…! Already?!”

Contemplation spread across the woman’s face, who was wearing a black long robe. She never expected that she would catch up so quickly.

“Agh… Uh… Ness, Ness, aaa…!”

“Duke… Please… Just a little bit more… Cheer up…! Yes…?”

How could this be? Does it really make sense for the imperial family to push the founders so hard?

I was upset. A feeling of contempt ran down her spine, and her whole body trembled.

It is very recently that the information network of Amcheon University caught the rapidly changing political situation. Asar’s assassination order was so secretive.

[It is unacceptable to be a child of an aristocrat, a mortal sin, but a child born in violation of the emperor’s will has no value.]

It was a cause raised by Asar.

Lorian was furious, but she was already pregnant. It was at this point that Lorian’s existence itself became the Duke’s weakness.

Thus, she took refuge. She went on a long journey out of the imperial palace’s eyes.

It’s safe if it’s Feita’s territory, not Jedo. No matter how crazy the current emperor is, he will not use a large army. Even if a small strike force is organized, it is nothing but blood compared to Amcheondae.

In the midst of that, bad news happened to make things worse. Lorian’s birth had begun at the time the Imperial Palace’s troops rushed in.

The situation has reached the present and runs to the worst case.

“Duke.”

“Ugh… Ah… Ness…!”

“I don’t want answers, just listen.”

“Hey you…?”

Another attendant gave a look of astonishment. It was because his colleague realized at once what he was about to do.

“I guess I’ve come this far.”

His voice, filled with sadness, fluctuated. Sensing the end of her life, the woman was anxious.

Her intuition that Lorian would walk her thorny future haunted her woman.

“I received undeserved favor from the duke. The duke provided my happiness.”

“Ilho… No, Ellen!”

“A mere courtesan became the maid of honor of the duke and started a family. To me, the duke was the emperor and god. It was truly… Truly a happy day.”

Immediately after that, Ellen’s momentum changed completely.

Frost-like eyes were the exclusive property of soldiers who killed emotions.

She resolutely wears her black long robe.

Ellen puts on a mask that covers her entire face, and she jumps from her carriage without hesitation.

“Please be happy, Duke Lorian.”

The carriage door closed instantly. Lorian couldn’t answer Eln’s determination.

It’s because her head is so thick with ness and colic that she loses her ability to think.

This was followed by a shivering metallic sound. It was a tone that broke the skin and burst with life.

The chords created by such a desperate resolution quickly collapsed as they were worn away by Lorian’s screams.

“Duke, just a little! If you really give me a little more strength…!”

“Huhhhhh… Ahhhhh…!”

It is questionable how much time Ellen, the maid of honor, bought. What is certain is that the life she threw away helped conceive a noble life.

At some point, the cry of a child filled the inside instead of Lorian’s scream.

Lorian, who was shedding tears, cherished the warm little life. Their child, whose eternal tomorrow awaits…

“Baby… My baby… Huh…”

“Congratulations, Duke!”

“Look at this… Black hair just like ours… Our child…”

“Your eyes, nose, and mouth all resemble the duke’s. I’m sure you’ll grow up to be a handsome boy…!”

“That’s right. Yeah… But where did Eln go?”

“That, that’s… The Duke…”

The last woman in the asceticism is about to answer.

Chunji turned upside down.

Belatedly, I realized that the wagon had overturned.

The woman’s judgment was swift.

He took on the role of a buffer, protecting Lorian with his entire body. Thanks to that, Lorian and the child were able to be safe.

She was just out of luck as an ascetic woman unfortunately.

“Nicole! Open your eyes, Nicole!”

Call out the attendant’s name terribly. The warmth held onto the departing organism and desperately cried out.

But the miracle was a tricky concept. It was the fact that no matter how desperate he was, he would not easily extend his hand to her.

“Ooh… Uh… Ah…”

The child cried. Lorian was the driving force behind him quickly resigning himself to reality.

“A child is born!”

“A duke is no good! Kill the child!”

“The child of a felon who will go down in history!”

“A child who has betrayed the virtues of his ancestors does not deserve to live!”

“Ugh…!”

Lorian ran recklessly, wearing Nicole’s black long robe.

A solid red line was drawn on her thin bare feet as she scratched the roots and branches of trees. She held the child tight to keep her clean even as she was covered in dust.

“Ha, ha… Uh…!”

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

Her feet hurt and her knees hurt.

Her body is weak right after giving birth.

Even the arms holding the light baby are shaking like this, but it’s amazing how the body moves.

What about Ness?

Nes will suffer worse than me.

The rumored hero and saint are said to be executing him. Two people against Chainreach…

Still, you keep coming back to life. The back of a big tree growing there. We fall into the illusion that you appear from behind a large old tree and help us.

“Help… Ness… Give me strength…”

Give me the strength, the will to live on.

It seems like the world hates us. Are we dissatisfied with drawing happiness?

I just want to have a child with the man I love and live a normal life.

I just longed for the commonplace of the wealthy people in the world.

Was it so wrong?

The warm sunlight.

A well-tended garden.

Fragrant tea.

A reasonable refreshment.

Lorian Peita.

Netion Peace.

The fruit of our vigorous play.

Happiness.

The future.

Was it a luxury for a woman who killed a man? Did heaven punish us for being swept away by the war?

Ah, definitely so.

Now I am convinced.

The world forces us to be harsh.

That’s right, isn’t it? Ness.

Otherwise, the destination reached by enduring the wounds cannot be a cliff.

“Traces continue!”

“Here it is! Here is Lorian Peyta!”

Hey Ness.

The wagon overturned before I got here.

I almost died.

Nicole saved me.

Being human is unexpectedly soft. One sacrifice can save two lives.

So, wouldn’t it be easier to save one person by sacrificing one person?

“Sorry, Ness. I’ll go ahead and wait—”

It was then.

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Pagong sound brushes my ears.

By the time I recognized that creepy sound, one arm was already floating in the air.

“Huh……?”

Immediately, an intense pain struck. An arrow pierced his blazing palm, scattering the scent of blood.

Rather than that, it was a small baby wrapped in a swaddling cloth that took away Lorian’s consciousness.

It was her child in her hand who was shot by her arrow.

“Ah… Ah…?”

For an instant, the world stopped.

Not a metaphor, even the troops hostile to Lorian were silent at the unreal sight.

The scene where the child of a founding contributor falls off a cliff was fantastic.

Although they obeyed orders, fear soared when they faced reality.

“Baby… My… Baby… My child… Ah…”

I chased the invisible baby with my eyes. I hoped for a miracle that would bloom at least once in a while.

Hana, who went through a war, knows.

How easily humans die.

If the cervical vertebra is broken, you die.

If you cut the carotid artery, you will die.

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People die with just a few drops of poison.

Her experience harshly exposed a reality she didn’t want to admit.

“Ah… aaa!!!”

Scream. It was the cry of a mother whose five organs were horribly overturned.

Dead.

He died.

The child she thought she would never have again was gone.

Our only proof that we can leave behind in the world, our love, our past, our future, everything has been transformed into fabric.

I’m sorry. My child My baby that I haven’t even given a name yet.

I’m sorry. Ness. I’m sorry that I forced you to commit a sin with my love.

I’m sorry about everything. It’s my fault. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

“Ahhhhh”

…

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……

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……….

No, no. No

I, we, why should I be sorry?

What does the world judge us for?

That makes no sense. Anyhow, is there any?

I gave up on being a fool to conform just because Cheon-ri was like that.

We are all one of those people.

Turb, tumble.

“I’m determined.”

I put my hand into the black long cloth.

A well-groomed knife sharply sharpened its edge.

“If our happiness betrays reason… I must give up being the dark sword of the empire.”

Some say.

A child who loses a parent is an orphan.

A woman who lost her husband is a widow.

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Parents who have lost a child dare not express it.

Then what happens to a woman who loses her husband and child─?

“The calamity you guys have brought on yourself, accept it sweetly.”

To be born as a human.

To grow old as a ghost.

Every time the black long cloth runs through the army, it gradually dyes to dark red.

The life that was dying out extremely lightly left a shriek.

The sword of the woman with resentment was short but sharp.

I didn’t think that the Black Death, who had a knack for killing, was a woman who had exhausted her energy.

“The price of sin is the price of sin, the price of blood is the price of blood…”

Hwan and Solitude (鰥寡孤獨).

In this way, the dark sword became a demon that would never exist again.

The object stand disappeared as the black energy was enveloped in golden light.