I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

34 – The man’s agony (1)

A fall at the age of sixteen.

We looked out over the horizon in a vast field where weapons of all shapes were planted upside down.

Occupying the side was another man.

He was a cumbersome guy who recited a sermon to me while I was taking a break leaning against a tall old tree.

“Whew! It’s a habit for you to live a very difficult life. No, you’re the kind of guy who dares to buy it and break it through the hard way.”

“If you are, then it must be so.”

I agreed without a hint of denial.

“Be patient.”

He sighed.

The man was too big to be called a boy. He was a man of such strength that his neck would break from looking up at a boy of the same age as him.

I used to hang out with him often depending on the circumstances, but I often felt that he was annoying because he was so meddling.

He said.

“You’re so honest. There’s nothing stopping you when you talk, and I understand all of your feelings. To put it mildly, you’re so cool that there’s no reason for conflict.”

“That’s good.”

His forehead narrowed at the insipid response. He immediately loosens his eyebrows and spreads out his sermons.

“But that also means you don’t respect us as equals. Honesty is a virtue, but too much of it means no regrets. Neither us nor you.”

“…”

He spoke softly to me who was silent.

“It’s not a bad thing to have a secret you can’t tell or something you want to hide. It’s a natural behavior out of fear of being offended by the other person and out of a desire to keep the relationship amicable. Everyone does that. But what about you?”

There was no other way to refute. Because not a single phrase was different from the truth.

He continued.

“Perhaps you yourself have no expectations of anyone. You probably have the idea that even after your lifetime, you will remain a fundamentally lowly person unlike us. Apart from our prejudiced attitude, you are born differently. You’re assuming that it’s a relationship that can change as much as flipping the palm of your hand. Am I wrong?”

“Right.”

It hurt a little bit because his pointed out point was sharp.

“Even now, you are a talented person who will be welcomed wherever you go. In a year, you will be able to look down on us from the right side of Astell. Even if you don’t want to, Astell is a good enough guy.”

“Yes. It’s a separate story from my heart.”

I looked up at the sky with eyes that seemed to capture a dreamy landscape. It was a task to constantly dig into the past and recall the most brilliant memories.

The nostalgic moment of redemption.

“That day two years ago. I saw a light in Astel’s eyes. I received a name and clothes and became a guest of the Count’s family from a male prostitute in a hellish mud wall. That’s enough reason for me to be loyal for the rest of my life. Astel There’s no reason to reject everything.”

“It’s not too different from what I said.”

I firmly shook my head at his words.

“I will accept it even if Astel denies all my achievements. I don’t mind beatings and swear words. On the other hand, I have no right to refuse gifts of goods and power.”

“You?”

“Just being Astel’s best in any situation. That’s the reason for my life. My private feelings or useless peace don’t matter.”

I added last.

“In the same sense, I wouldn’t expect anything from Astel. Never should I.”

The man who heard the last comment reprimanded her in a sad voice.

“What you said. If Astell heard it, she would be truly sad.”

“Because I know that, Bartlante. I’m only talking to you. Because you can rely on me. If Astel asks directly, the story will be different.”

“I don’t have infinite patience. If I’m wrong, I’ll rob Sister Lorian and Astel of Miju.”

“You’re not talking to Aselen and Luceon.”

Bartlante laughed with a slightly amused face.

“Sandals who sit and study or play money will end up cursing that you are an idiot.”

Bartlante shrugs her shoulders wide enough to fit a couple of her faces. I opened my eyes and questioned him.

“Bartlante, aren’t you thinking the same thing?”

“Noisy idiot netionpiece. Come on, rest is over. Grab a sword or a spear or whatever. I’ll fix your rotten spirit!”

“Whoa.”

As Bartlante said, I took out one of the many weapons stuck in the hill. Then, Bartlante is somewhat puzzled by his unexpected choice.

“Hmm? What are you doing catching ‘that’?

“If you have a rotten gut, it’s quite possible.”

At the rather arrogant declaration, Bartlante burst into laughter reflexively.

“Puha! Seriously, we’ve raised a monster. Oh, then let’s make a bet, Netion Peace.”

“A bet?”

“Ah. If you use ‘that’ and even one attack hits me, you lose. Instead, the opposite is my victory. No matter how you do it, there’s no hope with ‘that’… I’ll just use one hand. If you win, I will keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life.”

For a moment, I was ecstatic. It was a tempting condition for me, who was always bothered by Bartlante’s meddling.

“…That’s good. What if I lose?”

At my question, Bartlante lets out an insidious metal sound.

“Keuk. Kkeuhhe. We’re going to play with Lorian-sister from early in the morning until late at night.”

Bartlante makes an insidious proposal indeed. I ask as if it is absurd.

“Who is Lorian’s doctor?”

“Don’t worry about that. I won’t refuse. If anything, I’ll get down on my knees and ask for it. But if you refuse, I’ll treat you as if I didn’t ask.”

“That word. Be sure to watch over it, Bartlante.”

The remark I heard reaffirming the promise was a declaration completely unrelated to the bet.

With beaky eyes that are inherent in greenery overflowing with vitality.

He raised a strange-looking greatsword and pointed it at me, exclaiming cheerfully.

“It’s only half a year away! I’ll make you think of us as equals in half a year. I’ll spread that flat self-esteem like a thick white cloud.”

I laughed at the confident bluff.

“As expected, you’re annoying. Unlike Aselen or Luceon.”

“Isn’t Lorian-sama not included in that? Are you and Lorian-sister in the same category? I’m deeply moved.”

“…”

I don’t think you need any more questions and answers. Bartlante is adept at telling his story at his own pace.

If you dry it any longer, it will only have a negative effect. I swung my weapon in front of Batlante with all my might.

It is the story of a distant autumn.

…

Battlante Chester

For me, if Astel at the time was a religious being, Bartlante was the only one I felt as a close friend.

Sometimes I feel ashamed of myself in my adolescence, who was busy denying those feelings and deceiving myself.

My relationship with Lorian would have been a simple colleague without him. It probably wasn’t more or less than that.

I received a favor from Bartlante second only to Astel.

From my one and only equal friend whom I thought I would never see again.

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Pounding. Pounding.

I have become a spectator, staring out the window.

While constantly reminiscing and agonizing over the events of the previous night, he is busy squeezing his little fingers.

There is only one reason.

It was because of Yustiha’s bizarre behavior.

‘Hand… I held Ir Elfi’s hand. Not in a dream, but in reality…’

That’s a serious fact. So it was even more confusing.

‘No why? A hand… But it’s a hand, right? It wasn’t even the speed of the futon for fear of Mirren waking up. I didn’t just catch it near the pillow… I even caught it!’

Illelpi’s soft, white, corn-like touch was imprinted in my mind as an unnecessarily sensitive tactile sense.

I still can’t forget the image of Elfie whispering to her if he could hold her hand while lightly pulling the corners of her mouth.

‘No, why was Irlp like that in the first place? She knows just by looking at Mirren that he’s conservative.’

She would not allow a man and a woman who were not even engaged to her, let alone married, to hold her hand, even if the world was turned upside down.

Mirren is said to be together, but sharing the same bedroom with her is a big deal.

I only noticed it after spending one night.

“Sleeping with Elfie in the same bed as her is a green light… No, no, no. No matter how unlikely it is, isn’t it?”

This is close to character collapse.

Yes. Now that I saved Mirren and got rid of the misunderstanding that she was Netion Peace, at least I can deduce that the likability isn’t a negative number.

It must be about that much…

That day, too, I felt close to the feeling that I was a bad friend who was quarreling with Illelpi. There’s a certain level of hooking into romance.

“I wonder if someone possessed Illelpi… Well, I am also a possessor, but it must be an arrogant thought to think that I am the only possessor in the world.”

Even as I said that, I ran into a contradiction once again.

“It doesn’t make any more sense. At some point, it’s a possibility in the other world that a red-haired stranger cares for Mirren so much and develops a good feeling for her and me.”

Haa…

I started talking with the feeling of grabbing at least a straw.

“Lee Bo-sho, give me some advice over 500 years. You’ve dated differently than I have. I don’t know the psychology of Illelp…”

……

Netionpeace’s wicked intentions were quiet.

When you really need it, you don’t even pluck your nose, so it’s almost difficult to dance the X-two.

“Is it all if this woman really only makes me worry?”

I remembered her of her this morning.

Ir Elfi wakes up casually and unwraps the pod to wake Mirren.

[Good night, Nefi.]

She calmly greeted her morning.

‘I couldn’t sleep a wink because of you.’

She couldn’t bear to hit back like that, so she evaded it appropriately.

After that, she acted surprisingly normal and talked to her normally.

Until the moment she rode back to the Marquis of Justiha in a carriage…

“Ah, why do I have to worry so much about an IrLP? I don’t particularly like it. They’re just acquaintances… Not just friends…”

Her waist and limbs were cut from the first meeting, but could romance sprout? If you still look at the ceremonial sword, the seams of the parts that were scattered like pieces of chicken throb.

“What’s more, I don’t even think about Irlp.”

If I had to ask, I could think of a few things.

It is an objective fact that the appearance is beautiful. Besides, her ability is also good. In addition to being sincere in everything she does, the responsibility of her eldest daughter who values her family is also typical of her. Or something delicate and polite…

…… Ha.

“Why are there only advantages! Don’t you think much more than that?!”

I desperately roar into the air looking for her flaws.

“Like violent… Oh, but not these days. Tricky personality… Ah, this is the same for me. Cooking is at the level of alchemy… Ah, it’s enough if you don’t eat this.”

At that point I struggled furiously.

“aaa!!!”

I will turn.

I’m really going to turn around!

Ir Elfi Youth Tiha … Her head is about to explode because of this one woman.

“Let’s clear things up. Why am I doing this nonsense?”

1. I slept in the same bed with Irelpi with handcuffs on.

2. I’ll never be in a relationship with Illupy.

3. I have doubts about the intentions of Irelpi.

4. Why are you obsessed with her question…?

5.

“Is it blocked at number 4!”

Ha… I’d rather die than get sick.

No. I won’t die because I’m immortal, so I’ll just get sick, damn it.

“Should I meet the emperor and talk to him…”

As always, I finish preparing for the outing by tidying up my messy clothes and tidying up my clothes.

The goal is the Imperial Palace.

There’s no need for communication to enter the palace. In any case, the emperor will be waiting for me secretly because he is bored with the state affairs.

“Okay… Let’s go and have a look.”

Without knowing that he had decided on a partner for an absurd discussion, a man willingly stepped out of the mansion into hellfire.

That man. A burning torch, an undying moth.

It was the back of a 26-year-old (+N) virgin who possessed the body of a 500-year-old male prostitute.