Munchkin of the Summoning Academy

still live (4)

Silvia moved in the cold silence.

With her eyes full of life, she draws her own conclusions and shoots at the knight and the great lord.

“Lie! If it’s not Lewis-sama, who is the Earl of El Cloud?”

To summarize what that article called Lindel said…

The real Arianne’s child passed away about 20 years ago, and I mean a fake to fill the place.

It must be from where they were adopted or the new illegitimate child of their father.

Even if I say that I am an illegitimate child, it does not change that I am the legitimate heir of Count El Cloud.

But such scandal itself is an insult to the countess.

Thanks to that, Sylvia is running rampant with the momentum to apply for a duel.

Michael, who was sitting near the Count, calms her down with an interesting expression.

“Lindel. Let me elaborate a little bit more. Are you sure you actually checked the stillbirth yourself?”

“I swear. I saw the bodies of Arianne and her son with my own eyes. I arrived at the mansion just in time for the birth. I was originally going to arrive a little earlier, but the traffic was bad due to heavy rain.”

The knight who still looked at me with an anxious gaze and testified.

The banquet hall in the inner city had become the judge at some point.

Earl Westwall showed an anguished expression on his face, but he did not stop it.

I think it would be better to go ahead and point it out for sure.

Soon, Michael, who played the role of judge, asked a question.

“What did you do after you witnessed a stillbirth?”

“First, we tried to retrieve the bodies of the two men and bring them to Westwall.”

“It’s not even funny! Why are you taking Madame Arianne’s body to Westwall!”

Sylvia, who claimed to be my lawyer, raised her voice hard.

It was a very natural point, so other people didn’t criticize it either.

At the time, my mother was Arianne Elcloud.

He should have died in the tomb of El Cloud, not Westwall.

Lindel, with a slightly unhappy expression on his face, continued his poor excuse.

“Because it was clear that the lord would want it. In the first place, he wanted Miss Arianne to be comfortable and safe, so he married El Cloud. But the El Cloud family was forced to have a second child, but…”

“Lindel. Save your words.”

“I’m sorry, lord.”

The count’s expression, who had heard Saddam, wrinkled even more horribly.

However, Michael, who played a neutral role, trained him.

“So?”

“But the handmaiden of El Cloud got mad and kicked us out. So we had no choice but to return immediately and report…”

“Wait. You’re not even a knight, you were kicked out by the maid?”

Michael asked, seemingly absurd, but Sylvia and I were immediately convinced.

I don’t think that knight was trying to quietly back down, but…

There was no way she could have resisted it because the handmaiden had stepped out herself.

It’s not a very important part, so we skimmed over and the testimony over there was over.

I think they were originally trying to kick me out of this place, but the Count looks confused because I resemble my mother so much.

Michael pointed out that too.

“If all of Lindel’s testimony is correct, it would be that the former Earl of El Cloud gave birth to an illegitimate child or adopted an adopted child and then lied that it was Aunt Arianne’s child.

“Wow, they certainly look alike, but what I’m saying is all true. They could have just adopted a child who looked alike…”

Even if he thought it was absurd, his voice, which had been babbling in his own way, suddenly decreased.

Then Medusha, who had been silent for some reason, smirked.

“Do you think that makes sense? The knight of Westwall, who guards the western border, is very trustworthy. The fate of the kingdom is at stake.”

“Hey, this!”

“Everyone, calm down. Fortunately, there is an easy verification method, right?”

When Michael spoke, the Count nodded his head heavily.

He then beckoned to one of his vassals to place a large sword in his colonel.

The great sword in the metal sheath is something everyone in this place knows about.

The Westwall family’s treasured sword, Dragon Tooth.

A great sword made from none other than the teeth of Eshas.

Long ago, a special artifact that the king bestowed upon the Westwall family.

Why did the superlative weapon that everyone acknowledged suddenly appeared?

Michael, who was watching our faces, kindly added an explanation.

“Everyone knows? Dragon Tooth. A sword is a sword, but a sword is a masterpiece. Anyone who does not have the blood of Westwall cannot be drawn at all.”

“ah…”

That means, if I can pick that one, I can be recognized as my mother’s paternity.

Sylvia expressed her suspicions that he was lying, but…

Maria, who was next to me, assured me.

“It’s true. It’s a spell to prevent misuse of the family’s treasured sword.”

“If you really are Arianne’s son, then draw this sword.”

As if he had been waiting for this moment from the moment he saw me in person, the count said with a grin.

If there was such a method of discrimination, it would be taken out from the beginning.

I’m just blaming people for nothing.

As I thought about it, my heart trembled at the same time.

Whether I was stillborn or not, I, of course, do not know.

Nonsense, but… What if I was really an adopted child?

What if those bastards put a craft on their scabbard?

Sylvia, who thought similarly to me, snatched the sword from the vassal and opened her axe eyes.

Immediately after, I tried to pull it out with force, but it didn’t come out.

I gave it to Maria with a slightly shaky expression on her face, and she pulled it out with great effort.

Dark colored blades flashed in the lights of the banquet hall.

“What if the master draws this sword?”

When Sylvia, who had taken the sword again, asked a question, the Count suppressed his excitement and responded.

It doesn’t seem like I’m just waiting for my failure.

“At that time, I will have to cut down the subordinate I consider the most loyal. I apologize for doubting you and ignoring you, and I will treat you as a blood relative of Westwall. I will give you everything I have not given you in the past 20 years.”

After a while, the Count did it, he added, and pointed out the opposite.

“But, if you can’t pull it out…”

“Give me it.”

I ordered Sylvia without even listening to him.

I’m tired of doubting myself now.

Whatever it is, I want to finish it quickly.

Sylvia knelt down on one knee and clenched her sheath as soon as I could not hear my words.

I grabbed the long handle and pulled it out at once.

shudder! And with a light iron sound, the Dragon Tooth fully revealed its appearance.

It is an unbelievably sharp single-edged sword with dragon teeth.

“Po, I picked it up! We’re blood relatives!”

“After all, he was Arianne-sama’s biological son!”

“I looked alike like that, but did it make sense to be an illegitimate child or an adopted child?”

Ignoring the unrestrained chatter of the vassals and relatives, he proceeded to the top table.

He went straight ahead with his sword heavy enough to scream.

The Count’s escorts, who witnessed my travels, tried to stop him, but the Count himself stopped him by screaming.

“Leave it!”

“No, that’s ridiculous. I’m sure I saw it…”

A liar knight who gibberish while tired of white.

He noticed my intention and tried to run out through the back door, but the guards guarding the banquet hall blocked the door.

I slashed him with a dragon’s tooth at once, showing his back.

“Rain, Vicky… Whoops!”

Westwall’s treasured sword split the thick iron armor very lightly.

Also a gift from the royal family.

I admired the performance and looked at the corpse, which had been cut in half diagonally.

It’s my first time cutting someone, but I can’t show ugliness.

I am Earl of Elcloud.

As she maintained her composure by energizing her trembling legs, Sylvia came running with her sheath.

Although a large amount of blood was soaking the floor of the banquet hall.

Not a single drop was left on the sword, the main character of the tragedy.

The sword slid down as if it were refusing blood on its own.

I put the Dragon Tooth into its sheath and faced Earl of Westwall.

He jumped up from his seat and stuttered in front of me.

“I’m sorry. I thought Arianne’s son was still there…”

He passed the earl who looked like he had gone limp and left the hall.

The vassals and relatives made a lot of noise, but they ignored it and kept walking.

“Wait. Where are you going…”

“Lord, Master?”

Sylvia put down her sword with a bit of embarrassment and followed me.

On the other hand, Medusha smiled and stood by her side.

Now, even if you are recognized as a blood relative of Westwall, what will change?

After all, I’m not Westwall, I’m El Cloud.

I don’t even want to receive the Count’s belated favor.

Would you fall asleep in the bedroom he gave you?

It was already completely dark outside the banquet hall.

It was summer, so the sun should have been up for a long time… It seems to be very late.

Introspection, out and out again.

After escaping the fortress through a narrow, winding passageway, a street inhabited by civilians emerged.

Hiding in the dark, I had to make a blunt effort to hold back the raging rage.

A knight who deceived the change-back with a lie can be forgiven.

died anyway

It doesn’t matter to the Count who doubted me arbitrarily.

I don’t want to see you again anyway.

But I hated myself more than anyone else.

It is unbearably painful to know that I was shaken for a moment by their nonsense and doubted my mother, father, and the housemaid.

To be honest, I don’t even have the confidence to face Sylvia right now.

She defended me proudly throughout that crazy trial, but the fact that Gaju looked so ugly.

I don’t know, but by now, Nami would have all gone.

As I entered the castle in a gloomy mood, I heard laughter from all over the place.

Perhaps the students who had a hard day with field training were unwinding with a glass of wine.

I wondered what it would be like if I was from a commoner, but I quickly erased it from my mind.

You can’t insult your parents and vassals anymore.

After going to the train station for a while, I went to the inn designated as the student’s dormitory and got a room.

In my mind, I wanted to go back to the academy right away, but the train was cut off because it was too late.

I can go back tomorrow as soon as the sun rises.

Dive as soon as you find a bed in your room.

During the day, Sylvia’s best hair was messed up and she covered one eye.

Sylvia, who was not sure what to do in front of the bed, clenched her fists and suggested.

“Dear master. The fortress is very cluttered by now, so I think I can kill the Marshal Westwall. I looked around and got a rough idea of the structure…”

“It’s okay, just hug me.”

“Well done, Lewis.”

Medusha, who had taken off her Persia, came up to me and hugged me coldly.

Watching Sylvia’s screams and resentful glances at her being cut, she threw her consciousness into the horse.

I found myself incredibly tired.