I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

23 – Two big kids (3)

“Hot… hahahahaha!”

Trop Peita’s madness dominated the space. He destroyed the dignity he had built up and held his stomach like a child watching a funny play.

When even the moisture that wet his throat disappeared, his eyes shone fiercely.

“The Peita dukedom perish? The legacy of Lorian Feita, not anyone else? Impossible! Even if the Eld Empire perishes, Feita will continue to live!”

The way he spoke nervously like a person who lost his reason seemed close to his faith. He seemed to accept the threat that the Duke of Peita would perish as close to religious heresy.

Troph Feyta, who recovered his composure while I was flustered, said, crossing his legs.

“The darkness of Lorian Peita is deep… Our long-cherished wish is only for ‘him’ who will return in the last days.”

“The one who will return? Is it that the first head of the family, Lorian Peyta, will rise from the grave after shaking off the dust?”

The emperor’s gaze toward trope Feita was no different from that of a mentally ill person. I can only vaguely guess that the emperor who reads emotions sees everything he says as the truth.

“Khehehe, how about it? We’re just arranging to get to know him… That’s all for entertainment. If you want more conversation, feel free to poke his eyes or castrate him. All you hear are screams.” I will.”

Even if you don’t have the same ability as the emperor, you can tell. His words will be true. In fact, the emperor was just staring at it, unable to find an appropriate ending.

I decided it was best to step back at this point.

“Your Majesty, even Lorian Peyta has no time to mingle with a great man worthy of swearing in his coffin. That’s it for today.”

Now he did not readily respond to insults directed at Lorian Peyta. The emperor, seeing that figure, was also convinced and removed his heavy buttocks.

The imperial investigator will still remain in the room and interrogate him endlessly, but there will be no gain.

“You don’t give a justification either.”

The emperor muttered to himself as he walked through the corridors.

“If the Duke’s family decides to commit treason, there is no way that the operation of troops will not come into Your Majesty’s intelligence network. Isn’t that an overthinking?”

The reason we dared to meet Trope Peyta at a time when Charles’ rescue was urgent was because of the expectation of a just cause.

If the duke truly harbored insidious intentions, an excuse is needed to unify the power of the empire centered on the imperial palace in order to prepare.

In other words, an excuse was needed to make the other nobles completely on the emperor’s side.

The emperor intended to stir up trope feita and cause even a slip of the tongue, but it ended in vain.

The only source of income was the enigmatic words of the duke.

‘The darkness of Lorian Peita is deep… La.’

It was a word that left a lasting impression. It is terrifying as it seems to imply that the human reverberation from 500 years ago is still rooted in the world.

Not only that, but the duke’s remark seemed to imply that ‘him’ and Lorian Peyta were two different beings.

Of course, accepting ‘him’ as a pronoun to refer to Lorian Peyta would make sense, but I felt a sense of incongruity that was hard to ignore.

While I was thinking about the various possibilities, the emperor nervously questioned me.

“It’s just as the Marquis of Alteon said. The islands and other territories are too peaceful. That’s why I don’t know. Charles, what’s the point of kidnapping that child?”

“…”

I vaguely guess that their final target would be the loyalty of the Irlp. However, this was only an inference based on poor grounds that could be made because he knew the future, and he was not sure.

‘Simply taking Charles hostage is too one-dimensional. No matter what they do with Mirren, Illelpi’s anger will be focused on them rather than the empire.’

Above all, there are two things they must know if the final goal is Irlp.

First, the world’s most powerful military power of Illelpi.

Second, the future of her becoming a ruiner and destroying the empire.

Ir Elfi’s powers have been hidden ever since the Chain Reach phenomenon, and there is no way to know the future of her annihilation in the first place.

‘The existence of Siegharun, which cannot exist at this time… The long-cherished wish of the Peita family… Lorian Peita and ‘him’… What am I missing?’

Couldn’t it be that you blindly believe in the flow of the original and mislead?

“Whoa!”

I exhaled vigorously and shook my head. If you can’t figure it out no matter how much you think about it, it’s better to shake off your thoughts and make up your mind with simple ignorance.

‘The Empress’s illegitimate son was kidnapped. So we must save. Let’s just write this down!’

If there is a variable, you can deal with it at the time. There are things prepared for the ‘what if situation’ that might happen.

“Your Majesty. It won’t change even if you groan. It took a lot of time, so I’ll have to go find Charles soon.”

“If you need anything, just say it.”

“One body is enough.”

I replied, pounding my chest rather confidently. The emperor seemed to have relaxed a little, and a faint smile spread across his lips.

Even so, the emperor would be well aware of the fact that I was deliberately trembling. The Emperor’s ability is also a very difficult thing.

“Apart from knowing how to locate Charles, who follows the chase?”

Irelpi asked in an awkward tone.

“I’m going alone? If I run with all my might, no one will follow me.”

Except for Irlp, of course.

The immortal body basically doesn’t get tired. Sleep and food were just preferences, as well as running infinitely as long as the will allowed.

In addition, his physical abilities are in the realm of the outside world, surpassing the current Siegharun. If you run fast for three days and three nights, there will be no place you cannot reach.

“It’s reckless.”

“What?”

“It’s hard to say this, but…”

“Can you defeat Sieg Harun when you’ve already been horribly defeated, right?”

“Ugh.”

A quiet voice flowed from Ir Elfi, who had been completely predicted to say. Along with her reaction, the emperor’s face darkens again.

Her concerns are valid. Everyone will think the same. Before I could speak, Ir-Elfi struck first.

“I’ll go.”

“Do you know where it is?”

“Neffi can tell you.”

“Do you know what will happen to Mirren sleeping in the imperial palace in these dire times?”

“…”

At my point, Ir Elfi was speechless.

Although large-scale disturbing movements are not observed, the most reliable is the IrLP in case of emergency.

Above all, Charles’ location was not something that could be told. What I can trace is the concept of direction, not the concept of place.

For example, it means that no matter how much I tell you, I can only advise you to go all the way to the east.

“Even Elfie and His Majesty understand that I am not trustworthy. But this time it will be different. I will not choose any means.”

Yes. I will choose the best and ‘worst’ way I think.

“He’s a Little kid. Isn’t that right, Your Majesty?”

The emperor perfectly understood what I was saying and his complexion turned bright again.

“That’s right. I’ll trust the Marquis of Alteon.”

“hahahaha, thank you.”

“Your Majesty! This is not a hasty decision!”

“I understand Marquis Justiha’s concerns. However, it is also a solemn fact that there is no alternative to go further than this!”

The emperor’s heart had already been hardened for a long time. As if to prove this, the Emperor speaks with dignity.

“It is the imperial order. Marquis Justiha should stay in the imperial palace from this time onwards and protect the system.”

“…”

Illelpy chewed his lips and was in anguish. After a while of silence, she was finally forced to make her choice.

“… I will honor the emperor.”

‘Mirren Justiha is, of course, the pursuit of the scales of Illelpi.’

What does it feel like to care so much for a blood relative? As an only child in my previous life, it must be a feeling I will never know.

“The policy seems to have been finalized, there is no reason to delay any longer.”

As we walked through the hallways, we came to the front gate of the main palace before we knew it. I broke away from the ranks and approached the front gate of the main palace.

The moment I was about to open the red door decorated with golden chains.

At the end of the soft and luxurious carpet, Ir Elfie shouted.

“Wait a minute. Nefi!”

“Irlp?”

I looked at her curiously. With the Emperor on the other side of her, the figure of Ir Elfi approaching her alone is quite new. Her usual dignified demeanor went into place, and she was in a somewhat precarious posture.

“What’s wrong all of a sudden? You’re still not saying you’re going instead, are you?”

“… No.”

“Are you going to nag me?”

“How did you usually see me?”

I’m a little scared of Irlp’s asking with an angry heart.

How did you see it… Then what would you do? There is only an impression that it is a crystal of irrationality wrapped in a beautiful shell like blue and white jade.

She glared at me for not being able to answer easily, then cleared her throat.

“Hmmm, I just… Have something to say.”

“That’s it… Oops.”

“It’s noisy. Someone wants to talk seriously.”

I was conscious of the eyes watching me about to run wild after being hit in the shin, and I barely held back.

More than that, it’s scary that Ir Elp’s joints are so good. She was afraid to imagine how much she would have served in the Templars.

Elfie took a deep breath and slowly let go of her rhyme.

“I wasn’t serious.”

“What… Ah.”

I easily guessed what Irelp was trying to say. It’s probably about how she got angry at my attitude.

“Neffi’s attitude was nasty, so I was going to crave it a little, but for some reason, my feelings intensified.”

“…”

“It hasn’t been a day since she said she would trust Nefi. That’s why she feels even more guilty. She has a sense of pride that she didn’t have for some reason, and it was a mistake she made because she was overflowing with unexplained resentment. So…”

Ir Elfi’s right hand went to his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Irelp…”

She thought it would be all right to go over Eoyeongbuyeong. Because she knew well enough that her sincerity had already been stolen.

Even if it wasn’t so, his delicate relationship with Ir Elfi wasn’t something that could be cracked by one or two arguments from her.

It’s not as close as her friend, but it’s a strange relationship that greets you the next day even if you quarrel a little.

I wasn’t an Irlp who didn’t know that. Even though she knows, she insists on correcting it. She is doing the obvious that if there is a mistake, she should correct it.

‘I’m an idiot with no answers.’

Ir Elfi is blaming herself for everything she did. But she was technically the source of the problem was me.

If she had been honest in her behavior from the beginning, if she hadn’t been puffed up, there would have been no reason for her to be conflicted.

Even if I apologized, I had to do it first, and when asked to reflect, it was only natural to respond.

‘Because I already knew the feelings of Ir Elp. After all, it is a settled conflict. I tried to avoid it with this thought… I was the only one who solved it.’

It was self-justification that a child of a younger age would do. As a man, I can’t help it even if it’s a disqualification.

It’s already too late.

I hoped for the courage of the LLP.

I said it with the utmost sincerity.

“I’m sorry.”

“Neffi?”

Irlp’s crescent-like eyes trembled. In an unexpected situation, a clear lake shimmered in her blue eyes.

“I can’t even imagine how far I’ve been arrogant. To be honest, Elf, if you didn’t bother to say it, I would have kept my mouth shut. Then the next time I saw you, I would have greeted you as if nothing had happened.”

“Because I have a lot of responsibility.”

“No, I took a bad attitude and brazenly expected you. Since I’m an Irlp, that’s about it. I shouldn’t have done that to anyone other than you, but I ended up treating you carelessly.”

“…”

“I should have apologized first… I’m sorry, including that, I’m sorry.”

I bowed my head in Ir Elfi’s face. She vomited her words of apology like a confession, but her heart became even heavier.

It was clear that Irr Elf would forgive. An apology with full knowledge of the result is just hypocrisy to relieve internal burdens.

She stared at me as quietly as a wooden stone, but because I lowered her head, I could only see her lower official.

Then IrLP’s lips suddenly drew an arc.

“I’ve made mistakes, and Nefi knows them too, so I can forgive you with a sense of pride.”

“Huh?”

This is an ambiguous answer.

I looked up and saw Ir Elfi.

“I think I could forgive you if I had one more thing.”

“… What is it?”

I embraced a bit of anxiety because my prediction was wrong.

IRLPy took a step closer and smiled mischievously.

“If you bring Charles with you, I’ll think about it.”

“I want a filthy expensive present.”

“So, no?”

“No, it’s a simple thing for a Dal.

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Perhaps she refrained from being inside the imperial palace, instead of resorting to violence with her design sword, it was Ir Elfi who slashed the joint.

“Let’s beat all the people who invented nicknames that aren’t even funny.”

“You’re treason…”

One of the funny nicknames of Irelpi, White Sword Mi-hee, was a masterpiece spread by the emperor himself. She clapped her hands and opened her eyes to the Emperor.

Even though the emperor was busy pretending not to know.

“Haa, that’s all right. Then let’s set the signal for the last time.”

“Signal?”

“Yes. If… If you feel like you can’t condemn Siegharun, break this.”

Elfi took my left hand and drew a circle on her ring finger. At the same time, a cool breeze lingered, and a small, translucent blue ring wrapped around her ring finger like a ring.

“Was it possible to use Holy Memory like this?”

“Yeah, that’s right… But how do you know that Nefi is called Holy Memory?”

‘Oops.’

I messed around.

“When you first begged me in the Great Void, I heard you whisper skill names.”

“Oh, there was a time like that.”

It was already quite old. I feel all over again that a lot of time has passed.

“Anyway… What happens if I break this?”

“If you really think the system is safe, I’ll run over. That’s because it’s tracked.”

“Scared!”

“I’m not afraid.”

The plan that Netion Peace told me was also roughly similar to Ir-LP’s Holy Memory Ring.

The location tracking function itself is scary, but there is no such thing as horror that a mere human casually has the characteristics of a netion piece.

‘As expected, Illelpi is like a bug in the world.’

I nodded to myself.

“Well, I won’t break anything, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Take care of yourself… You won’t need it because you’re immortal. Just go quickly.”

“… Yes.”

A greeting like ‘please fast delivery’, which is commonly used in courier memos, was ridiculously like us.

“Then I’ll be back.”

As I approached, the golden chain model opened the main gate of the main palace by itself.

The scenery spread out in front of the door was the beautiful essence of the imperial palace that I was tired of seeing.

Looking at the sky, the slightly yellowed sun, although not the color of sunset, signaled the time.

I took the first step of the chase when the front door closed by itself again and more than half of the new ILP was covered.

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After Neffi completely left, the emperor was handling business in the office with Ir Elfi.

He relieved his nervousness by receiving reports on the faction trends in Feita from time to time. However, no matter how much he saw and received that he had no prenatal movements, anxiety welled up constantly.

By the time the number of reports from the investigators and ministers decreased, they also naturally took a break.

The emperor, who had a bit of time to spare, raised a question that suddenly surfaced to IrLP.

“Marquis Justiha. At first glance, it looks like she put a ring on before sending Marquis Alteon…”

“That’s right, Your Majesty. To be precise, it’s an item made by applying protection abilities.”

Irelpi answered in a natural way. The Emperor looked at her and narrowed her eyes.

“Do you remember in which hand it was made?”

“I’m sure it was the left hand… No, the right hand? Well, I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I can’t remember because I wasn’t in a good mood at the time.”

“Surely you can’t remember which finger it was?”

“Yes, that’s right. If it’s an important matter, I’ll try to refresh my memory as much as possible.”

“No no. It doesn’t matter to me…”

‘Marquis Justiha, isn’t it important to you?’

The emperor did not dare to utter the words that rose to the bottom of his chin. It was an act of simple interest and also a little grumpiness.

‘I’m sure you’ve seen quite a few scenes of making rings.’

At the time, there were quite a few investigators and servants near the entrance of the main palace. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but the action was enough to see.

Wouldn’t rumors be spreading that the Marquis of Ir Elfi Justiha has brought in a son-in-law?

The emperor was only vaguely guessing.

‘I’m afraid that socialite’s affair is only going to blow, but please work hard when you come back, Marquis Arteon.’

The emperor was barely able to cover the laughter that was about to spread out at the sight of Ir Elf with a teacup.