Episode 45

Translator : Missme Editor : Aru

The dreary, quilted hideout in the basement of an old building, now has become a gloomy grave where more than ten bodies have turned cold and rolled over.

Even after creating such a scene, the young man was not much agitated.

He looked down at the bandage on his left arm, which he had been careful all the time to prevent blood from splashing.

A voice flashed into his mind.

You got your doctors prescription, right? Dont strain yourself. Promise me.

It was a clear voice with a soft echo, not matching, even a bit, with the place nor the landscape.

There was a smile at the mouth of the young man. It was quite different from his figures when he killed the men.

It was a smile that he might not even realize.

Well, I didnt strain myself..

The young man was the Duke of Widgreen.

And although he didnt know who the dead man was, he was the head of the largest dark organization in The Empire.

Ash turned around and slowly left the place.

In the windless underground tomb, only a stinky, bloody scent was engulfed.

***

What?

The eyes of a middle-aged man who received the report grew teary.

Alldead?

The right-hand man, who brought the news, bowed his head silently.

Suddenly like this? Theyre all dead? With not a single one left?

As a result of checking the traces, it was one persons prosecution. The Duke seems to have stepped up himself.

The hand of a middle-aged man on the armrest flinched.

Oh, my

A sense of bewilderment, embarrassment, stupor, disbelief.

The voice of a middle-aged man, mixed with such things, dropped.

the right-hand man thought.

Its started.

Sure enough.

Oh, my God! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Its a mess!

Listening to the sound of all kinds of things being smashed and broken, he kept his eyes closed.

His dog-like temper doesnt change over time.

No, the dog might be better.

As soon as he thought so, a piece of broken glass hit the wall and brushed the right-hand mans cheek.

He could feel the blood dripping from the wound.

The right-hand man left it untouched and unexpressed.

He worked for years, wiping his opponents back. This was already like a routine for him.

A middle-aged man, who had been wild once, soon hung on the sofa as if he was exhausted.

He opened his mouth.

Is there any possibility that The Duke knew that the client was me?

No, Nothing sir.

Why?

As said at the beginning, we delivered the request through an intermediary agent. It would be the middle agents name if the dead men blew it, and we didnt reveal any of our identities to the agent.

Yes.

It was like that. It will be like that.

But it was more like a habit than preparing for things to go wrong.

What he means is that this situation is really unexpected.

Habut how did the Duke know?

They were clumsy. He must have spilt his own traces.

Those insect-like men.

After spending money like that.

A middle-aged man clenched his fist. A tendon sprouted greenly on the back of his hand.

can you try again?

Itll be hard. Im sure the other side must already become wary at this point. The same attempt would be difficult in many ways.

A middle-aged man laughed in vain. It was a troublesome situation.

Not to the worst, but obviously missed the best.

Its bad luck. Its hard to guarantee our success if we dont kidnap the princess.

Its useless to kidnap any other.

Middle-aged men needed hostages. Shake his goal and tie his feet as much as he wants.

The only thing he thought most useful as the hostage was The Princess Lydia Widgreen.

So he prepared a lot of money and asked for such an organization.

He didnt expect the result to be like this.

What would you do?

The right-hand man waited for his master, who had no words.

The middle-aged man buried himself deeply on the sofa. He then tapped his finger on the armrest.

Soon after, he said.

The kidnapping of a princess outside is now impossible, isnt it?

Yes.

Okay. Because I need the princess anyway, then well kidnap her within the mansion.

The right-hand man frowned and straightened his forehead out of sight.

Youll be questioned as soon as the princess disappears from the mansion.

I suppose so. I didnt forget that.

A middle-aged man raised his hand. Then the nearby attendant offered a new glass instead of broken and broken glass.

A middle-aged man who emptied the liquid in it at once said.

So, after the kidnapping, we will carry out a rebellion. Lets do it tonight.

What? Thats too early.

Theyll only be here for a few days.

In reply, he handed over the empty glass to the attendant.

The liquids ingredients spread through the body to calm anger. The whole body slowly drained of strength.

A middle-aged man repeated his words a while ago as if he were nailing a nail in the waterlogged.

Remember. Tonight, while kidnapping the princess, we proceed with the rebellion at the same time. If it fails, there will be no next move. So know that and prepare.

I see.

Get out.

He then quietly closed his eyes with his body buried on the sofa after sending out his right-hand man and attendant.

He recalled the day before.

Whos coming?

In one day, he received the news that The New Duke was coming down to the territory with the princess and the other family members.

It was sudden. At a time like this?

Whats more, the news only comes out on the same day. Even the advance message didnt work.

Did he smell it?

Did The Duke notice something?

He felt a chill in his stomach. If so, it was a job that should not be held still.

I didnt think he had any concrete circumstances or evidence yet, seeing that he didnt bother me as soon as he arrived.

However, he cannot afford to kill time with ease.

But if he finds out something, its really over.

But I thought Id let it go for a few days.

If only the snake hadnt been spotted like that this morning.

The forehead of a middle-aged man who recalled what had happened in the morning was badly wrinkled.

Because of the stupid underlings.

He cant believe he couldnt complete the work to manage a snake.

How limp I was when I heard that The Duke had been bitten by a snake in the garden.

Fortunately, the opponent didnt seem to doubt anything.

Well, just because hed seen a snake, he wouldnt know that theres something.

But even so, he felt uneasy. Just in case.

So, he decided to abolish what he had decided to watch and changed his plan to move forward.

Its something I shouldve done in one day anyway.

Yeah, not necessarily now. Or even if it wasnt a few days later.

Even if The Duke didnt come down to the territory like this, it was decided.

Soon a middle-aged man murmured like a habit.

This territory.is mine.

He had it, he raised it.

I cant give it to a stiff, newbie kid who knows nothing about it just because he took over the family.

It doesnt make sense.

The time has come. The time when I should take over my own.

The shoulders of a middle-aged man, whose eyes were fixed on the air, were slightly jagged. The left hand on the armrest tremble convulsively.

Hah, hah, hah,

His moustache, greased to the infrequent laughter flowing low, followed by a stitch.

Lucas Biffrens eyes were dimmed as he stared into the void of nothing.

***

It was peaceful to go on a field trip with Sir Davery, a rookie guide with passion.

More precisely, its just became peaceful.

From some point on, I was aware of the surroundings where nothing happened, and then suddenly muttered.

Did they give up?

Yes?

Sir Davery, who had just paid for two fruit candies, offered me one.

I opened my mouth as I was handed a coin-sized lychee fruit that was put on a stick and hardened in a sugar coat- Tanghulu, which also existed in this world, and ate it.

Theyve been quiet around since a long time ago. Theyve been following me so persistently and repeatedly doing suspicious things, and I wonder if theyve given up now.

I said casually, but Sir Daverys reaction was unexpected.

did you know?

Thanks to it, I was a little dumbfounded.

How can I dont know?

Who doesnt know that?

No, maybe I wouldnt know.

On second thought, I might not know.

A noble lady, grown up finely, is a pure and innocent noble person who has never known the dark side of the world.

Sadly, however, I know the world is dirty.

Considering that I grew up with a diamond spoon, not a golden spoon, there was a side that was steamed of innocence.

Its all because of my previous life.

Ive been fighting with a cop in the subway, Ive summoned a station employee, Ive been working at a convenience store at night, Ive been cursed at by a drunkard, Ive been told to give my money to a middle-aged swindler, and Ive never heard a word from my mom and dad..

Like ordinary common people, I lived by looking at both bitter and acidic flavours.

So no matter how kind the new world is to me, how beautiful and pure could I see the world?

The world is always a gutter.

In my opinion, it is fundamentally so.

People live in the same place.

And, in a way, pessimistic thoughts were underlying, so I came out of the house and sensed suspicious signs quite quickly.

The first was a pickpocket. Very suspicious.

He really wasnt. What wasnt it?

Which pickpocket shows off the stolen pocket in front of the owners eyes?

If you stole it well, you should think about running away before you get caught. What are you doing?

The intention to come after me was so transparent that I was a little embarrassed by it.

Why do they want to catch me suddenly?

Is this the white sand beach?