Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

24 – Episode 24

Knock. Knock.

A knock was heard.

I wasn’t in the mood to bring someone into my room and talk, so I just sat on the bed and stared blankly in the direction the sound came from.

If you keep your mouth shut and sit still, he will come back later.

I wonder if anyone will visit me.

But the door starts to open.

The light that is brightly filling the hallway is slowly reaching the room.

“Eric?”

I didn’t even ask you to come in.

Why does it come at a time like this?

When I really wanted to talk to him face to face, he never came to visit me.

Maybe it’s obvious.

Rather than talking to me, wouldn’t it be better to talk to people who are of the same gender and support you?

I’ll praise you just for walking and breathing, but you’re much better than me.

The lights haven’t been turned on yet, so you won’t be able to see them.

Quickly threw the dagger under the bed and patched the shallow cut with tobacco.

The sound of dropping the sword under the bed was a bit loud, but I could justify dropping a glass.

I put my left arm up to my nose and sniffed it, but it doesn’t stink.

Except for the slightly ripe smell.

It didn’t hurt that badly, maybe it was because it bloomed until the beginning of the year in a situation where my mind was hazy and my eyes were spinning.

Wouldn’t it be more painful if I woke up from a deep sleep?

Unfortunately, by then, your body will be a little better.

Even so, I didn’t have to go this far, so I think about whether I should go this far.

I think of several reasons in my head, but no reasonable answer comes out.

“Eric, are you sleeping?”

“I’m not sleeping.”

“That… Is it okay if I come in?”

“You’re already in.”

“That’s right!”

Let’s think of an answer.

Because I want to look normal in front of Xenia.

Because I have to walk around in front of Xenia.

If Xenia says something and she wants something, I have to listen.

Why?

Well, why.

I don’t know, maybe it’s because this is my everything.

“Eric, um… I don’t know how to open up the conversation.

Is it okay if I turn on the light first?”

“As much as you like.”

To hide his left arm, he roughly attached his arm to the bed and assumed a leaning posture.

A little bit of a tingling feeling comes up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I didn’t come here to talk about this.”

Then what the hell were you talking about?

If you didn’t come to bruise me, you might have come to comfort me.

“I don’t know what happened to that pig.

I haven’t talked to you lately, so I don’t know what you are like.”

Xenia first found a switch on the wall and turned on the light in her room. She

She And she closes the door and takes the chair under the desk and sits in front of me.

I brought more of her left arm and attached it to her body so that it was not visible.

Then he picks up the butts on the floor and asks.

“Did you start smoking like your father?”

“Oh, do you smoke Duke Duke too?”

“Yes, with an extremely strong one.”

Xenia threw the butt into the trash can, but it didn’t go inside her. It hit the barrel and fell to the side.

She saw it, let out a sigh, and walked over to pick it up herself.

“Anyway, how about we talk a little bit?

Ah, if you’re not feeling well today, it’s okay to do it later!”

What a story.

Why did I hit that pig?

Or are you, who should serve me, smoking stinky tobacco?

When you’re in a bad mood, your thoughts always flow negatively, but Xenia can’t think that way.

Isn’t it, just like Xenia said, we haven’t talked or gone together for a while.

“I came here because I was worried.

They say you just fought that pig.

It’s so bad that we have to take the healers from the magic faculty and treat it right away.

Did I come here because I was worried about my body, or did I just come to talk to you after a long time.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

At those words, Xenia suddenly put on a slightly stiff expression and asked me a question.

She probably had an idea of what she was thinking.

Or something is correct.

“…Did you fight because of me?”

“Why is there a story about fighting because of you all of a sudden?”

“Yeah, the other day I slapped him in the face when he was flirting.

Since she came here, she has heard rumors from her friends that she has been forced to declare her heir because all of the children of the Duke of Pruge Murtum have died except him.

He was practically a half-baked child.”

I just want Xenia to leave.

Because her eyes were blurry and her head was dizzy.

She must have burst the blood vessels in her eyes, whether she was tired or overworked.

My vision is slightly reddish.

“Kids say he’s a petty, incompetent, stupid human being.

In the first place, it seems so, given that the person who will inherit the family does not go to the same school as me and does not learn magic or swordsmanship.

Maybe that’s why I touched you because I didn’t have anything to vent my anger on.”

Hearing that, I covered myself with the blanket and lay down on the bed.

Then he turned to Xenia.

Her head doesn’t have enough blood to sit down and talk, so she can’t think of anything.

“If you do, that’s it.”

“What does that mean?”

“You kept telling me, it’s what I heard from the kids.

If what happened today is different from what I said and what the children said, who would you believe?”

“…Of course I believe you!!”

Is it really so?

“Xenia, you know what?

I don’t have any friends here to talk to.

Perhaps the rumors are strange.

Why has your friend never talked about me around?”

“…Yes.”

“At least it wouldn’t have been a positive story.

If you did, at least you wouldn’t have ignored me when we met eyes.”

At that, Xenia shut her mouth.

Even before they came to visit me, they must remember what the people they were carrying told them about.

The world we live in is different.

The people around me, my friends, and the kids told me about it.

I’m talking about what to do, then even if I tell you, it doesn’t mean that you’ll listen to them.

No, actually.

I don’t even know if I’ll be free to go somewhere after I graduate here.

Will the Duchess let me go in the first place?

Shouldn’t I wait until I die of goddamn old age?

Even if I think about this and that and try to figure out how to get out of this situation, is there really anything I can do?

I am not the proud protagonist in a play.

They are not heroes in fairy tales.

If it’s a tragedy, at best, he’ll come out as a drunken alcoholic, then pessimistic about his fate, hang himself in the corner of an inn room and die.

If it’s a comedy… I don’t know.

In my head, the idea that I’m doing well doesn’t come true at all.

“Sorry, I’m just a little grumpy.”

“Ummm…”

The Duchess said.

The voice starts playing vividly in my head.

Never hurt your feelings.

‘If Xenia goes out with you and she cries or gets depressed, she will kick you out right away.

Ahahahaha, wouldn’t it be very sad to go back to eating healthy food in a place where you used to eat only rotten bread?’

If you tell me to do something, listen to it without spitting out anything.

‘If Xenia tells you what you want or asks for something, don’t ever refuse her.

There are so many maids in the mansion that you dare not refuse them. If you don’t want to be beaten until your whole body is bruised.’

If Xenia is no longer needed, she should just shut up and go to the academy quietly. I don’t know if she lived or if she died.

‘Anyway, Xenia has no choice but to have followers, after all, she is the heir to the Breslau family.

If a king’s son is an illegitimate child, he is treated as a low-ranking nobleman.

When you’re done with your needs, either go somewhere unknown and die, or return after graduating.’

Coming to think of it, I failed to listen to everything I said.

You were asking too much.

Xenia cries a little in front of her.

I asked to talk, but I let go of my feelings in this way.

Ah, I was wrong. Of course.

Of course, of course. Whether the duchess, the duke, or anyone else comes, they’ll say it’s my fault, so it’s my fault.

The need for Xenia must have disappeared long ago.

How many kids are already following me around and how many kids hate me.

It’s not exactly me, but he hates the shallow status of being an illegitimate child.

Wouldn’t Xenia start to hate me now?

I can’t do that.

“Didn’t you ask to talk?”

I feel like the world is collapsing.

Why did you try to be friendly with Xenia in the first place?

I think it was while recalling the vague memories of her original work.

I was full of hope even then.

That kind of hope that everything will work out in the future.

“Prugametum has been bothering me.

I just tried to be patient, but it didn’t work.

I don’t know, when your mother bullied me, I wasn’t angry and I was so scared.

And from a certain point on, I wasn’t afraid and I was just pitiful.

I just got mad because Miguel hit me first.

So the fist went out, that’s all.”

“…I don’t know what to say.”

If you don’t know what to say.

“Then just comfort me. Just like the old days.”

“…….”

Xenia hugged me like before.

A bit awkward.

Like how she used to come and hug her like this when she stretched out somewhere after being threshed by the Duchess.

Ah, maybe I’ve been tamed over the years.

I hate the duchess terribly, and even though Xenia, who is her daughter and always lives comfortably and happily, is so envious and hateful, even if she throws a little bit of affection on her, she is moved.

After exchanging her formal greetings, Xenia leaves her room with her melancholy yet slightly hardened face.

She then, about a minute after the door closed, picked up her glass cup that was sitting next to her and threw it against the wall.

Clanging.