I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

50 – Choice, Iru Elfi Yustiha

At first I was startled.

I fumbled with the organism that was Neffi many times. It was cold and stiff, and any signs of life were completely obliterated.

A joke. I thought it was a bad prank, but I struggled with a sense of shame. How dare I, not caring about Nephi’s safety, not anyone else’s.

I was afraid that maybe I had killed him. The time spent in the basement might have strangled Neffi with more stress than he could have imagined.

If that’s not the case… Maybe I… Really… Have gone mad.

I often lose my memory these days. I am aware that my emotional ups and downs have intensified. That’s right, because there’s no way the original me would confine Nefi. Even if it was necessary, it didn’t make sense.

What? It does not make sense? Why doesn’t it make sense? Destroying Netion Peace is the only way for him. I also keep having strange imaginations. It can’t be anything wrong.

No, no. It’s wrong. You can tell by looking down at the horrors in front of you. Aren’t traces of Nephi, who has completely lost his vitality, still left? I’m sorry, Nefi. I, I was all wrong. Just laugh at me as a joke. Yes? I’m begging you. As always… Play me nice.

“Ah… Ah… Ahh…!”

My heart is beating so fast that I can’t calm down. We have to find a way, but even in ancient documents with a long history, there is no record of the dead being revived. The only exception that deflected from the Scythe of the Grim Reaper is the netion piece. It was the little one

When my thoughts reach that point, I feel a slight sense of incongruity.

“Netion Peace. An Undead who has lived for 500 years. A person who has spent over 400 years in a desolate space with nothing. Yes, that’s right.”

I was inadvertently crazy about the truth I inferred futilely.

“Ahahahaha, ahahahahaha!!!”

Yes, your blood is a fiery lion, and there’s no way he’ll die just by locking you in the basement for a few days. I think I’m still a long way from losing my reason and being embarrassed by this kind of prank.

“Just thinking about the first meeting gave me an answer.”

Recall the embarrassing memory of splitting Neffi’s waist in half with a slash. At the time, it would have been safe to say that the ratio of the separated upper body and lower body was almost the same. Nonetheless, Neffi tried to regenerate from the lower body.

Why?

Because you can’t regenerate from the upper body? It can’t be. The main organs are all gathered in the upper body, so how could it be impossible?

The inferred answer is Neffi’s choice. It is simply that. So, what is the playable range? For example, what would happen if Nefi’s upper body fell in the central square?

“If you consider it as Netion Peace, it seems quite possible. He is also the body that fought with the saint who controls the space. It would be right to judge that he had that much mobility, right?”

He affectionately strokes the cheek of the chunk of meat that used to be Neffi. Even enjoying the afterglow of the skin for a while, I turned my back to the determined goal.

The basement, the secret wife of the Justiha family, is no longer needed. After deciding that, he caused a fire with a slash.

Anyway, what do you need? If you wanted to escape so much, you should accept it with great understanding. It is better to dispose of this cellar that does not serve its purpose.

I’d rather keep Neffi within reach. Whether he is walking, eating, or sleeping, I will always be by his side. Being able to be with my beloved savior all the time is a little bit exciting. It should have been like this a long time ago!

“Please wait, Nefi. I was very disappointed.”

Now we have to address the problem of where to look. To find out how far Nephi’s regenerative power would be, he would be able to deduce a few places.

But unfortunately, there is no way. The only time I personally witnessed the regeneration of your blood was the first encounter with her in the Great Hall.

I give up reasoning neatly and think about other ways.

“In the first place, if Nephi decides to run away, there’s no way to catch him. Unlike me, Nefi’s stamina is infinite. But… I believe. Nefi won’t run away. Is it blood?”

My savior does not run away. It will appear in any form and reach out. Because I firmly believe in it, I am revising the policy.

“Then it’s probably a place where you can get help rather than somewhere far away. The Chester mansion where Mirren is staying? Or…”

The Imperial Palace, or something.

Did you guess that I wouldn’t take Neffy with you in front of Mirren? If so, that is an absurd assumption.

It has been a long time since Mirren has already figured out my love affair. Now you can whisper affection without hiding it.

There is no reason to distance her from walking with her arms wrapped around her, burying her face in his chest, and exchanging body heat with a loving hug.

“I miss you… Nefi.”

Imagining it makes my body heat up like a kettle on a stove. To think that the absence of Neffi in everyday life causes such a great emptiness. I want to find him right now and hug him and fill my heart.

To do that, you have to make a decision.

“Is it Chester or the Imperial Palace?”

……

I made a choice. It was an act based on intuition without any basis. Maybe that too was inevitable.

Like the moment me and Nefi met in the Great Common.

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“Welcome, Captain Justiha!”

A member of the Iagis Knights guarding the imperial palace guarded the sword-like salute. Their modest ceremonies showed their respect.

Since Peyta’s Rebellion, my stature within the Knights seems to have risen sky-high. Perhaps because of that influence, they opened the palace to me without a proper inspection.

How would I dispose of them if I followed the inevitable procedure?

“First of all, the main palace…”

Take a step.

My heart skipped a beat for an unknown reason. It could have been a sense of déjà vu, or it could have been a sense of miss. What is certain is that only the beating of the heart and the fainting spirit are real.

I am familiar with the full moon that hides itself in a thin cloud cover.

I must have seen the imperial palace with sparsely lit lights under the dark night sky many times, but an unknown feeling boiled over.

The emotions that surged like a torrent blurred the focus. Why can’t I control these feelings? What am i looking at?

Sadness, disgust, self-destruction and horror. Finally… Anger.

After stumbling around for a while, I was able to distinguish a few emotions that were rushing through. Untimely evil thoughts raged inside like a storm, and I was horrified.

“Ah… It’s not like this… It’s not…”

Forcibly pull your body and move forward. She faltered, and with a precarious stride she gradually regained her balance. I was certain that finding Neffi would solve everything.

I forced my head up and looked at the imperial palace. My gaze naturally rolled into one space. The most familiar place in the vast and lofty Imperial Palace.

It was the leader’s office of the leader of the Nelfrugia Knights. Now, no doubt, Bartlante is using it.

It was a little bit, but it was a time when I was staring at that place in a daze, captivated by memories.

I couldn’t see closely because of the darkness of the night sky, but there was someone sitting on the terrace. He covered his face with a large hood. However, because of his height, it was only assumed that he was male.

At that time.

Kooung!

“… Huh?”

There was a loud noise.

Kooung!

The noise of pressure enough to scare even thunder and save one’s body.

I quickly look around and prepare for abnormal situations.

I knew right away that it was a futile effort. A member of the Knights who stood guard over there without being shaken taught me. The strange thing is me.

The wild grasses and grass insects, which were still rooted in the tranquil scene, were also scolded mercilessly, claiming that it was me who was wrong. I couldn’t control myself because I didn’t know what was going on.

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Puff!

Kneel like a criminal. He took a limp posture, as if all the tendons in his body had been severed.

Coincidentally, his head was tilted upwards, so he could still look into the leader’s office.

The next moment, the hooded man opened the terrace window and entered. At the same time, his profile with the hood off was reflected in my eyes.

He was the owner of an impression that could easily be mistaken for Neffi. Although he had the common denominator of his black hair and red eyes, his face was that of a beautiful boy unlike Neffi.

I was struck by his red eyes.

Kooung!

Never, unforgettable red eyes.

Kooung!

Shaaa…

My first death, imprinted in my soul.

Koo Goong!

That’s how I remembered it.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

Hidden in the veil of night, black energy leaked out. The black aura was familiar yet disgusting. It soon filled up from the bottom of the chin to the top of the head, forming a black mist.

The gradually fading black radish led me to a landscape completely different from the imperial palace. I realized that this phenomenon was a kind of illusion.

“uuu, this place…?”

A hut halfway up a flat-cut mountain. There are two white bones lying neatly there. The interior of the cabin gave off a nasty smell of a hideous human dozing off in a chair.

Jet-black heavy armor dripping with rust and a bloody longsword that is a sign of cheating. And the appearance of a haunted ghost that leaves no trace of the beautiful appearance of the past.

Kooung! Cooong!

The march of a large army armed with weapons knocked the shallow water and woke it up. Still, it sounds like you had a very pleasant dream. Maybe he was playing in another ideal world.

However, he may have despaired because even that was nothing but a futile fantasy. Because even before the fatigue had gone, the contemptuous hatred that called him echoed.

[The annihilator, Ir Elfi, come out and die!]

Battlante Chester. He shouted loudly with anger.

The appearance of a young man is the name of a military commander with scars, gray hair, and beard.

He chased me down without getting tired of it and fought me over and over again. Each time, Bartlante somehow survived, grew, and evolved.

He was the master general who first introduced the concept of threat.

It was a feat that was only possible because my skills and body deteriorated drastically from a certain moment. It was only recently that I realized that it was the effect of fraud.

“Ouch…! No, no, I… I…!”

Even if you don’t like it, you realize it. She who took hatred to the fore was a twig of my future without a doubt.

It was a trace of the time when it actually happened… No, it should have already happened.

As soon as I became convinced, the memories started pouring in.

The ending of the first betrayal of loyalty was the worst.

The act of revenge for this was also clearly the worst.

The cost of embracing malignity beyond the limit has conceived fear and hatred in the world, causing the worst.

My life has been a pit of layers. If you sweep the bottom once, the ground collapses badly.

Then, if you put your hand wrong, the floor will crack again and you will fall into the deep abyss.

There is no light in the abyss. It wasn’t even that deep.

Invisible hands pulled limbs into the bottomless trench. As if to judge my karma.

Bulgu Daecheon (不俱戴天).

That was the relationship between me and the world.

When the world abandoned me, I followed suit. My mistake of thinking that it was normal menstruation strangled me.

It is a shame to live. The truth itself that he was openly alive harbored guilt.

Still angry. I can’t forgive the phenomenon that the God who controls the heavenly law did not save me.

“I… I… What should I do?”

With trembling hands, I pulled out the silver-colored decorative sword. Hold the handle of the sword in reverse and aim the tip at the uvula.

Atonement?

Is it revenge?

I make my final decision.