I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

39 – Please don’t leave me (1)

“Ahhh.”

Well well

A corner of a room decorated like a palace.

The man bit off the grapes and asked. The frivolous side of the man, who was lying on the sofa and savoring the taste of the fruit, stood out.

The large eyepatch worn over his right eye is a symbol of his.

The man’s name is Trope Peita. He was a monster with the same name as the head of the Duke of Feita who was taken to the imperial palace.

“Hey, buddy. Say something.”

Trop saw a man sitting straight across from him.

The same black hair as Feita’s blood relative, with mysterious red eyes. It was Siegharun Misrach.

“What do you mean?”

“Again, again, again! Pretending not to know. Ask me again? What is your purpose?”

“The fall of the Eld Empire. How many times do you have to hear the same answer to be satisfied?”

“Oops. Then how many times do friends have to ask the same question to be satisfied? We live for Lorian Peita’s long-cherished wish… But aren’t our friends like that?”

Trough corrected his negligent posture, sat down, and built a spire with his hands.

“Why, do you agree with the fall of the empire?”

“Is that so curious?”

“It’s not like eating grapes in the same room with a masked guy.”

“Looks like it.”

Ziekharun saw a grape stem with only a bare branch remaining. It was the remnants of life that had become someone’s blood and flesh deliciously.

Trope shamelessly averted his eyes and whistled. Siegharun is not shaken with a familiar attitude.

I just say the answer in a subdued voice.

“I want to live. Without losing myself.”

“Again, look at the poetic expression again. What kind of adolescent are you?”

“It’s not wrong in any way. It will take some more time to fully mature as a spirit.”

“Ah, yes. I was curious about that as well. Why did a spirit that had become extinct in the distant past appear now? In human form, too. Can you tell me this much?”

“If you tell me about Lorian Peyta’s long-cherished wish, it might be possible.”

“I hate that.”

“I don’t like it either.”

“Damn it, it feels like we’re betting who will die of a tantrum first.”

“You die first. I will support you.”

Trop’s complexion hardened to an earthy color at Ziegharun’s belittling. Of course, it wasn’t Siegharun to worry about.

He added, supporting his chin with his fingers.

“But… That’s right. I can say that Ir Elfi Yustiha will be the biggest variable in the future.”

“Ahhhhh for his time.

Trop scratched his teeth with a flushed face.

He couldn’t achieve his goal even with a lot of disposable portals and troops, so it was really unfair.

“Yes, it’s against the rules. If she puts her mind to it, she alone will change the imperial family and all four dukes.”

“Honestly, it was hard to believe, but now I understand it. That’s why it’s even more regrettable. If only that operation was successful, a white knight or something… Phew!”

It was a trope that made the whole body tremble as if having a seizure. He created the illusion that his eyeballs would pop out at Zeke Harun’s next words.

“Perhaps, it’s just a matter of possibility. Illelpi Justiha could soon destroy the empire on its own.”

“What, what?!”

Ziekharun added casually.

“If that happens, I’ll go with all my might.”

“Are you crazy?! You blow your nose without putting your hands on it, but whoever wants it! No, more than that, why would a damn knight do that all of a sudden?”

“…”

Zeak Harun saved the answer. Trough’s clothes seemed to burst as he kept his mouth shut on an important issue.

When Trope’s rough breathing calmed down little by little, Zeke Harun continued.

“It would be good for Peita too. I won’t stop it if it wants to be destroyed without a trace.”

“… Ha.”

Trop’s sigh. He pushed his body further in Zeke Harun’s direction and raised his eyes.

“Hey, friend. You know what I believe? He must have, the landfill of the one-time portal, the remnants of Chainreach, and the history of the White Knight. It’s all just as you told me.”

“I guess so.”

“Whoa! Do you have circumstances? Even if it’s a what-if story, for us, it’s like letting a friend overturn a dinner.”

“Right. For me, for you. I’m just watching.”

“Tsk, if I said something wrong even once, I’d probably refute it, damn it. But…”

Trop asked, narrowing his brows.

“Really, can’t you teach me a little bit? That’s why you’re trying to go the easy way.”

Ziek Harun’s eyes softened at his request. After a while, Siegharun finished his thoughts and slowly opened his mouth.

“As you said, it’s true that you don’t need to use your hands. But…

This.Run.Sik.”

“He’s like a dirty adolescent spirit friend. He doesn’t know how to give cool answers instead of expressions that will make chicken skin grow.”

“When the bullsh*t is over, get up soon.”

“Uh. Good job today.”

Just as his feet were about to cross the border with the outside world, Zeke Harun, who was about to go outside, stopped abruptly.

“Oh, that’s right. I have one thing to check.”

“Hmm?”

Trope put on a tired expression as if asking again this time.

Ziekharun asked.

“Did you know that it’s the X Two Dance?”

“What is that? Is a dance song I don’t know popular among socialites?”

“Kuh, I guess you don’t know. That’s it. Forget the question I just asked.”

The corner of Siegharun’s mouth opened slightly. Trough just looked at it without knowing the inside story.

“I’m leaving.”

“… Uh huh.”

Trop saw off Zeke Harun, who was walking out.

He kicked the poor statue, trembling at the questionable conversation.

Boom!

“Oh, sir. It hurts badly.”

Wrapped around his big toe, which had hit the statue, and ran all over the place.

This was after Siegharun’s back completely disappeared.

◇

A week had passed since the duel with Batlante.

We were in the drawing room of the mansion currently owned by the Chester family in the Islands.

Me, Ir Elfi, and Bartlante. Three people are huddled together and talking.

“You want me to become the leader of the Nelfrugian Knights? What do you mean I lost in a duel?”

Bartlante’s expression twisted strangely. On the other hand, Irelpi calmly added an explanation.

“The Duke of Chester’s position is unparalleled both in terms of skill and politics. Especially if it’s a person as greedy as the Duke. And I have no regrets about being the leader.”

“Then there is no meaning in a duel, right?”

‘That’s what…’

It was a duel caused by Netion Peace’s sudden acceleration, but what should I do…

Bartlante looked at me in dismay. I had to choose my words awkwardly.

“Well, I’m just stepping out because I feel like I’m going to damage the reputation of Irlp. So let’s do this.”

I took out an intervention plan that came to my mind intuitively.

“Ir Elfi resigned due to simple retirement, not lack of qualifications. I will appoint his successor as Duke So.”

“It’s fine.”

IRLP readily agreed. I thought of it intuitively, but it seems like a pretty decent suggestion.

Bartlante still gave off an expression that he was hard to understand to the extent of being sincere, but he soon accepted it.

“Huh, I understand what you two mean. I’ll enter the palace soon and coordinate the detailed schedule with His Majesty.”

After he spoke indifferently, we came out of the living room. I look around because I am amazed at Chester’s family style, which is always strange to see.

It’s hard to believe that it’s a duke’s mansion, and the unassuming interior is awkward.

The number of servants was less than that of the local baron, and the traces of dirt in places attracted attention.

“You won’t like the mansion very much.”

Bartlante scratching his head. I made a hasty correction.

“Yes? Not at all.”

I was confined to a room even though I lived in the best mansion on the island. What’s the big deal if the mansion is a bit empty?

But Bartlante seemed to take my words as mere consideration.

“I ask for your understanding as it is a long tradition passed down from the first head of the family.”

Even though he sought understanding, his face was full of pride rather than shame.

“The thing to do is to do it yourself. Do not accumulate goods, but give. What the family needs is not power and wealth, but physical strength to protect the empire. The first head of the family often said this.”

‘It’s the same as the image I saw.’

It fits very well with the impression of netion peace that I passed by in my memory.

Isn’t the old man who only committed sins over such a friend truly an incurable villain?

I felt that way again.

“Maybe that’s why the Chester family’s estate is said to be better to live in than Estern, who is reputed to be wealthy. Even though it’s on the outskirts of the empire.”

I’m sure if it’s Irelpi’s words. Right now, the heir to the ducal family has this kind of character, so there is no reason to doubt it.

“Should I recuperate on the Chester side, too?”

“Neffi?”

“… Huh?”

It was an inadvertent joke. That’s all, there was a crack in the shape of the Irlp.

Facing her with her cracks, she felt a creak in her chest for some reason.

I was taken aback and made excuses of gibberish.

“That’s what they say. Why would they settle down in a place with no home and no acquaintances?”

“If you are the Marquis of Alteon, you are welcome in the main house…”

“Neffi is right. There’s no reason to go. Everything is here, isn’t it?”

“…”

The conversations between Batlante and Ir Elfi strangely overlapped. The difference is that Bartlante’s words were cut off in the middle, and Irelpi was steadfast.

It was as if Ir Elfi had cut off Bartlante.

Bartlante scratches his neck as if the situation was awkward.

“Keuheum, can’t we go on a short trip by chance, Duchess?”

“Mmm! That’s right. The home will always welcome you.”

We captured the subtle atmosphere and came out of the mansion.

The manor of Chester was as plain as the inside of the mansion. If you ask me if it’s not beautiful, it wasn’t either. The restrained form and garden rather emphasized the pure beauty, boasting no less splendor than any other wealthy manor.

“Elfi sister! Nefi brother!”

From afar, Mirren waved her hand vigorously. I reflexively waved her hand, but I couldn’t help but smile.

It was because the image of Arnel Chester oozing out from the back of Mirren on horseback was also there.

‘Me, me, me! A boy with bare feet!’

I didn’t see it that way, but he has a reckless side. Where did Chester’s bloodline come from?

It was then.

The overly lively girl’s cry ran from the edge of the manor all the way to the front yard.

“Older brother hee hee hee!”

Hee hee hee hee!

The wildly charged warhorse roared. The horse leaped big enough to fit the expression of soaring, and landed in front of us.

“hahahaha, Enella. If you drive your horse violently in the manor…”

“Hello, Brother Nefi!”

Enella sprints and bows her back like a lady.

She didn’t even glance at Bartlante, who gave her face foil. I feel sorry for Bartlante, who can’t hide her regret from her sister, who doesn’t even pretend to see her blood.

“Hello, how are you?”

“Haa, I’m not exactly my type today… Is Nefi older brother? Can we ride a horse together while you’re here?”

“Ugh? Are you asking for a ride?”

“That’s right!”

“…”

What should I do?

A body with only a driver’s license in a closet. But what are you typing…?

Even Enella’s horseback riding skills, which she just showed, were truly of an amazing level, befitting a warrior from a family. Rather than giving her a ride, I had to hold on to Enella’s waist and ride it.

Bartlante looked at Enella, her eyes twinkling, and clapped her hands eagerly.

“That’s good, Enella! Marquis Alteon’s horsemanship is full of things to learn!”

‘Did you see me riding a horse?!’

At least I can teach you how to ride the bus. I was just that kind of guy.

“hehehe, right? Come on, brother Nefi? Hurry up and do the lyrics together… No, would you like to go? Eh, come!”

Enella grabbed my hand and dragged it. At a young age, thickly covered calluses sting.

Around the time I lost her mind and dragged her to her.

Her soft skin touched the hand opposite her.

“… Irlp?”

Involuntarily, I felt like something had fallen inside my heart.

Familiar touch. It’s the soft touch of the night I slept holding her hand.

Memories played back like a panorama and heightened emotions were revived. A stifling tension and something strange run down your spine for a fleeting moment.

I paused for a moment and looked back at Irlp.

She lowered her head lowly. Her hesitation comes out as she bites her lips tightly.

“… No way. Nefi.”

There was a ripple in the deep blue lake.

It was her eyes.