66 – Leading to the Past (2)

He was a dirty and mean male prostitute. His flesh had dried up and his ribs were sticking out in his stomach, and compassion welled up. But his hands, cracked like a tortoise’s shell, had no right to be pitied.

Literally, rights did not exist.

He was something inhuman. Beasts and humans. He was a creature that barely crossed the border. It was the same man who compelled him to drop Odokani from the bondage of men.

A completely different type of human who lives on violence and money was a malignant gnawing away at the shell of childhood.

A child dripping with oil and dandruff. There were many people who wanted such a poor boy. Like flies that flock to find filth like ghosts even from ten miles away. The maggots that settled there seemed like an inevitable necessity.

Since he was short, his head has been soaring, and he has no dreams. Thanks to him, he accepted the unchanging reality faster than anyone else. He laughed after learning the logic of the unchanging world.

“Ahahahaha.”

Without pretending to enjoy, pretend to be happy, pretend to be altruistic. Or, if he did not internalize them, he could not continue his life as a beast. Even the little boy knew that the scavenger would eat up his lifeless eyeballs and get full.

One day when he was fourteen, a boy visited a shabby window.

The boy was of the same age as the highest class he could not dare to touch.

Red hair that gives off a dignified impression like a lion’s mane. Indigo-colored eyes that seemed to dye the dawn. He was a handsome boy with fair skin and good development.

“Please call me Astel. It’s an unnecessarily long name.”

The first emperor, Astelnerca Euglinus. It was the true identity of a boy who turned into a pathetic male prostitute. He was a mystic Even as he gazed squarely at Nettie on Peace, through his deep eyes, he seemed to penetrate the recognizable unknown.

Astel’s existence was special to Netion Peace, who gave up on the world with his smart intelligence. From the point of view of Netty on Peace, Astell was a seeker who smashed his fate with two fists and carves a path.

It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with Astell.

‘This is dangerous. I feel like I’m assimilating with the old man up to my heart.’

I moved and felt sensations with Netion Peace’s body. Regardless of my will, my mouth was opened according to the facts of the past, and even the emotions that followed were vividly conveyed.

[Don’t be swept away. If you continue to look back on the elements that define you, the stains of the past will naturally become mere memories and emotions.]

Nethionpeace’s thoughts faintly stirred in my head. The elements I recalled while carrying out the instructions were truly novel. When I realized it belatedly, I was naturally reminded of the familiar whiteness.

Her existence was inertia. Just like a moving object tries to maintain its state. She naturally asserted her existence and occupied a good spot in the center of her heart.

At the same time, you can feel it in a new way. Most of the elements that define me are the white and blue of the Ir Elfi. It was the one and only benefactor and the color of fate. The fact that I came back to me again, the feelings that had eaten away at me disappeared as if they had been washed away.

‘Somehow, I miss you already. Ir Elf. You.’

In the cycle of seasons and flowing time, Netion Peace has changed from a beast to a human. At the age of 16, two years after he was picked up by Astel, he had changed quite a bit.

The modern Bartlante and Taiyaki, the Bartlante Chester from 400 years ago. In other words, after receiving a suggestion of martial arts from the first Chester family head, he threw off the womb of a beggar and took on the appearance of a full-fledged boy.

Although his status is Korean and American, it would be difficult for anyone to guess his origin as a male prostitute from the mud cave.

Apart from that, many of the memories I felt were familiar. For example, sparring with Bartlante. The brief memory of Netion Peace permeated from a duel that was concluded unjustly was an example of this.

At that time, he was horribly defeated by Bartlante, who used only one hand, in a sparring using a pair of swords. Acquiescence in the promise and action of a date with Lorian. It was a great match between the two.

“Puhahahaha, sister Lorian’s escort for the day, do well?”

“I hate you too.”

Battlante Chester. He did a good job convincing Lorian and made a colonel in front of Netion Peace.

Being mixed with the chilly wind at dawn, she was different. The darkness that had not yet gone melted into her glossy black hair, paradoxically, as if it were glowing. Wearing an action-oriented dress, she was static and elegant.

Her heart skipped a beat as Laurian’s dark eyes cast her gaze this way.

‘It’s not my feelings. It is the feeling of inspiration. I’m proud of myself, IrLP…!’

It was an emotion so intense that if I didn’t desperately brace myself, my will would be swept away. Netion Peace’s cynical response was incomprehensibly honest and consistent.

‘In a word, the old man had a crush on Lorian Peyta from before…’

You don’t need a special trigger to attract people’s hearts. Even just me right now, Ir Elfi who cut me in half and killed me… No, no. I love you, Elfi.

In the wagon leaving the city as its destination, Netionpeace and Lorian were silent. If someone else had been on board, he would have been suffocated and taken to the hospital. It was my whole heart, not Netion Peace’s.

It is painful. But even a grimace is not acceptable. The present me was a third person tucked into the past, moving on its own like a puppet. All of his actions follow the inspiration of the past.

Lorian was the first to speak in a place where the air was so thick.

“What are your plans?”

“Plan?”

Lorian’s demeanor was as wooden as that of Netionpeace’s stiff face.

Even before I got rid of the misunderstanding, it was definitely different from the way I enjoyed the ever-changing reactions of IrLP.

“You called me out without any plan. I’d like to believe you wouldn’t say it. I didn’t teach you that.”

“…”

Since Netionpis was taken by Astel, he has had four teachers, the first heads of the four dukes. Among them, Lorian was in charge of etiquette and culture.

“I always skip half of Bartlante’s words, but I guess I should have skipped all of them this time. I was foolish to believe that Ness had a plan.”

“Maybe.”

A netion piece that briefly nods. His tone was too callous for his fervent feelings. Even if Lorian took it as a provocation, he would have nothing to say.

Since then, the silence has returned to its place. Without even realizing it, I could hear the sound of breathing. It seemed that only the sound of rolling wagon wheels would persevere in the stillness of dawn forever.

Until Lorian picked up the fan and covered it.

“Do you want to search?”

“…Lorian?”

“Of course I didn’t ask. The answer is fixed. You just listen.”

I momentarily doubted my ears. It was a great shock to hear vulgar language coming out of the lips of the intelligent and chaste Lorian.

She stepped on Netionpeace’s foot as hard as she could with her still expressionless face.

“Quit.”

“Are you kidding me? He’s like a clown? If I’m not ready, I’ll just throw away what I’ve learned, huh? Should I be pushed back by Astel?

“That’s…”

“It’s more dizzying to not be able to say no. Why am I going to ride a carriage with you from this hour onwards because my muscle mass fell for the fluttering talk? What am I expecting to dress up and go out early in the morning?”

“There’s no way I know…”

“Shut up, Ness. I told you to just listen.”

“…”

Lorian’s sermon was bloody. It was a fear of a kind I had never experienced.

Usually, Ir Elfi is the type to hide the dagger in her smile when she gets hit. A subtle coolness from that squeezed her spine. On the other hand, the fear caused by Lorian’s anger is primal.

To put it simply, it’s just that he’s genuinely afraid of humans. With a thick stack of cash in her pocket, she was comparable to when she met the bully.

“What are you so reluctant to keep your distance from? Why, is it embarrassing for you to be a male prostitute in that damn window? Like a raped young lady getting pointed at, maybe I’ll look at you that way too? But what to do? Unfortunately, my eyes are fine. I have no intention of doing that at all.”

“… What?”

“What.”

Lorian’s eyes went up and down at Netionpeace’s reaction. It was just an inference, but it seemed that he cared about lightly mentioning Netion Peace’s past.

But Netionpeace didn’t care about the slightest slip of the tongue. What he asked back was out of pure curiosity.

“I… I thought you hated me, Lorian.”

“Ha?”

“I put myself in a mud spear. Didn’t you despise me as a duke’s daughter?”

“What did Astel feed wrong?”

“No… No, no… Hang on… Hold on, Lorian.”

Netion Peace ruminates on his first meeting two years ago. When she greeted her with her awkward demeanor, she was consistent with a cold demeanor, only she asked where she came from.

Because he was a male prostitute. He had a preconceived notion that Lorian, the daughter of the duchy, should have a bad look. However, after that, Lorian’s attitude towards me was not different from others.

I thought it was only because of Astel’s intervention. If it wasn’t for that…

“Lorian.”

“Tell me.”

“Do you remember when we first met?”

“Even trembling in boot clothes that aren’t even funny.”

“Yes.”

Lorian’s blow filled Netionpeace’s cheeks with shame. He asked cautiously, supporting his forehead with one hand.

“You asked what I was doing at that time and turned my head away. It was obvious without looking at it. Or I knew it… Didn’t it mean the same thing?”

“Not at all.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“It means “Astel must have managed to bring it, is there anything special?”

Lorian’s world I felt like the world was crumbling at the attitude that I had nothing to hide. Even if you shovel until now, you feel discouraged that you set up a construction board in the wrong place. And the relief that he wasn’t hated was dissonant.

They were all resources gathered by Astel. It was a mysterious relationship that was attracted to his vision, personality, or strange charm.

Looking back, it was understandable that Lorian at the time had stopped thinking about it.

“Ness.”

“Uh, um…”

“You always pretend to be cold-hearted and smart, but you are more stupid than Bartlante.”

“That’s an intolerable insult, Lorian.”

I’d rather swear at him as a dirty, pathetic slut-like male prostitute.

… Surprisingly, that was the old man’s true heart. I wonder if he is the same person as the old man who repaid the favor through a duel.

‘The old man was really decent when he was young.’

From this point on, the relationship between Lorian and Netion Peace took on a different aspect than before. They talk to each other without hesitation, have tea time, and sometimes go out together.

Such a spring breeze-like ordinariness has become a part of life.

What I had forgotten for a while was the fact that the clock’s second hand did not stop whether it was an ordinary day or a special day. Like a stream flowing endlessly from top to bottom, time moved forward.

Soon after three years. The cold winter has arrived, when Netion Peace turns 19 and Lorian turns 21.

Until then, Netionpiss was a diner living in the Count’s family in Astell. If there is one thing that has changed in the meantime, it is the attitude of the people around me.

Her devoted appearance attracted the attention of her women, and there were endless greetings who wanted to interact with her with her literary and martial arts skills.

Still, Netion Peace was clearly aware. It was a modest position that was not bold enough to publicize the past as a male prostitute.

The time when the cognition of such netion peace is turbulent is getting closer.

The chaotic world. The era of confusion has arrived, when street merchants desire the Queen’s seed at least once.

The world, which struggled to hold on to the shaking pillars, finally collapsed. The empire collapsed, a symphony bloomed in full bloom in the sky, and the whole continent was engulfed in war.

It was the cornerstone on which the legend of the first emperor of Astelnerca was built.

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