I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

81 – Lost Blood (2)

About ten days had passed since the fall of the emperor.

Splattered and dried bloodstains.

A scavenger that is unintentionally twisted.

A scene of hideous and desolate wild grass.

Things like this decorate the field of view beyond the upturned eyeballs.

I was lying on the ground with countless cuts in the place that used to be Feita’s territory. Purity 100% It was my karma and matched my purpose.

Our strategy had an unexpectedly strong effect. Although they raised their voices in the process, everyone shut their mouths tightly as the results were clear.

A shadow fell over the dimmed pupil like the eyes of a dynamic eye. A modest dress made of light, thin fabric covers the sun. The identity of the woman wearing a dress that focuses on activity was Irelpi.

“Good work, Nefi.”

“Oops, will it happen soon?”

She bent down on her back and held out her little hand. I do not reject it, but face it, and reproduce the engraved scars.

The process of stitched and torn wounds returning to fine skin in an instant was disgusting. I respect the Irlp who never blinks at the mysteries of the human body.

“It’s been like this for quite some time. You wouldn’t suspect the body was gone, would you?”

“It’s enough to say that it was buried separately.”

“It’s nothing to be interested in.”

It’s been three days since I was knocked down by the swords of Peita’s privates. Even wearing a wig and disguised!

Since there is Siegharun over there, the information that I am immortal must be being shared. Since I was supposed to be dead, a disguise was an inevitable choice.

“Neffi, too, had a hard time coming up with the wrong plan…”

“It’s ugly, but you should use what’s useful.”

The reason why I was stabbed and lay down for three days.

It has to do with my madness in this place – Lorian Peyta’s Tomb.

I cry at her tombstone,

[Now, from now on, the ancestors of the traitors! Let’s start Lorian Peyta’s catapult demolition show! Park Soo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo!!!]

Clap clap clap clap!

Cheerful shouts rang clear under the clear sky.

I was majestic as I thrust a huge shovel into the sky.

It was a crazy act that showed even madness and pleasure in the funeral of the deceased, who deserved to be honored.

In addition, rumors spread all over the territory, saying that it was Hwangmyeong. The unconventional threat to damage Lorian Peyta’s grave was a provocative issue.

A family that rebelled, but Lorian Peyta is an undisputed contributor to the founding. Aside from her disgrace to her posterity, public opinion of her sympathy for her was formidable.

A horse without feet can travel a thousand miles, and it’s shocking to see adrenaline pumped into it. A large number of people gathered on the day, and it was inevitable that Peita’s officials would get involved.

[Wow! … Uh, who are you…! Küuheuk!?]

The moment I swing my hammer aiming for Lorian’s tombstone!

The people in black long-clothes, who may have appeared from nowhere, shredded me into cloth and disappeared.

I didn’t even know that was the goal.

“Irrelpi, are the civilians all right?”

“Yes. I captured some of Peita’s men and released some.”

Illelpi cannot directly engage in battle. However, if it is extremely indirect, the situation is different. She is tasked with trapping some of her puppets with her guardian ability, Holy Memory.

Although fraud is inherent, it seems possible to block all sides with her cube.

“Okay. Let’s prevent the children we caught from committing suicide and send them to the imperial palace. From now on, I’m going to pay off the debt to those who stabbed me.”

“I’ll wait on the Islands, Neffi.”

“I’ll drag the pumpkin by the vine, so I’m looking forward to it.”

As I threw off my wig, I confidently assured myself.

There is only one task left.

‘I track the things that have my skin on them.’

It’s the same way we searched for Zeke Harun during the kidnapping of Charles. It was a secret that even Siegharun didn’t know about, so he wouldn’t have time to prepare.

The reality of Feita’s plotting is unknown, but that’s all if you solve it before then.

If I have been assimilated into the old man’s past life, I can handle the complete Siegharun. This is not an ambiguous possibility, but a firm conviction.

‘Let’s erase the evil ties between the possessed this time. I’m sure you feel the same way, right?’

More than anything, the guy’s hair color and eye color are the same. Compared to a man, a nice impression makes a difference, but I feel bad because the characters seem to overlap.

I’ll make you bald, like plucking a chicken, to destroy your individuality.

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“… Like that, the guild is being robbed one by one. Hell, at this rate, it wouldn’t be strange to find out that the guild itself is Peita.”

“It’s difficult.”

Zeak Harun only gave a plain impression. Contrary to trope who suffers from trepidation, the attitude he expressed was disgusting.

“What is it? Is there a way, friend? They say it because they don’t seem to care about it, but this is a surprisingly serious problem.”

“I guess.”

“If you look at his lofty face, it looks like he has a secret plan, but there’s no time, so tell him quickly.”

“There is no such thing.”

“What?”

“Even wringing out a dry towel doesn’t create water droplets. An unexpected checkmate.”

“This bastard…!”

Trop was enraged and grabbed Zeke Harun by the collar with a crumpled face. Siegharun was still dry. He contemplated the situation silently, without any plausible defiance.

Trop was annoyed at his puppet-like reaction. The passive remarks of Siegharun, the only possibility and hidden card for Feita’s success, aroused anger.

“Hey what the f*ck… What are you really trying to do? You said you have to destroy the empire too. That’s how you live. But why the f*ck! You… You… You bastard…”

“It’s all gone.”

“Ha?”

“If I’m going to fight, I’ll do my best. I’ll risk my life. Because that’s the least I have to do.”

Ziekharun’s tone was detached. The empty eyes and low pitched voice were those of a young man who had lost his spirit.

“If you understand, don’t force me any more.”

Trop, sensing an unusual air current, loosened his collar and took a step back.

“You?”

I recognized that the atmosphere had changed since the last time I was alone. At that time, I thought it would be a temporary phenomenon and just skipped it. I am angry at my lack of ability for not predicting that it is not.

Trope gave up in light of his life experience.

“Ah. Got it. Enough…”

“What are you going to do?”

“Since the guild was robbed defenselessly, I was not fully prepared. If that’s the case, I’ll have to gather what I have and carry out the ceremony in an abbreviated manner.”

“It’s pathetic and reasonable.”

Trop stopped laughing at Ziegharun’s evaluation.

It’s pathetic and reasonable!

Through himself, it was hard to find a more plausible expression than this, so swear words came out.

“Yes f*ck… You’re pathetic. You’re pathetic as f*ck. That’s why you, too, fulfill your promise. Be ready to die.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Catch and kill that bastard who robs the guild right away. Both Battlente Chester and Irelfi Justiha are in the system, so this level can be dealt with straight away.”

“Let’s do our best.”

“Tsk.”

I got tired of Siegharun’s cynical attitude and clicked my tongue fiercely. When he is talking to him, he feels as if he is talking to the void from which the answer comes back.

It’s hard to describe, but I intuitively felt a sense of displeasure. It looked transparent, as if it would float and disappear if not bound with shackles.

In the end, those who don’t like it leave. Trof abandoned the space whose name was Gajujeon and left the room with great enthusiasm.

Silk Harun, who was left alone, stared at the table with dry eyes.

It was the table on which Lorian Peyta’s notes were placed. Currently, it is not noticeable whether the trough has been removed.

“Lorian Peyta… Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

Zeke Harun also realized that his mindset had changed significantly from before. The reference point for twisting is the day of being alone with the trough. It was an evening of peeking at Lorian’s notes.

He witnessed Lorian’s life from the notes. The past, angered by the absurdity and destroyed by the pain of loss, was engraved in his mind.

I wondered if I was hallucinating, judging by the casual trope’s reaction. However, each time he recalled Lorian’s memoirs, the image became clearer and united into one truth.

“What is the fall of an empire… Not a good interpretation.”

Everybody is supporting false facts. Lorian Peyta’s long-cherished wish is a vain wish that cannot be fulfilled. Likewise, Ziegharun’s long-cherished wish is a fleeting concept like a phantom.

If anyone can achieve it, it’s only…

‘… There’s no way that’s possible. Both Lorian and Siegharun had vain delusions. And I will have to accept reality.’

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Perhaps, with a little bit of advice, you can turn Peita’s path. If only we could break through infinitely close to zero possibilities.

There is no plausible evidence to tell the truth now.

The resentment accumulated for 400 years is thick and deep, so it is difficult to bear the overflowing resentment.

Rather than accepting that the long-awaited end is futile,

It would be a good thing for them to help them vomit even the vast amount of grudge.

Silkharun made a decision as the person at the center of fate.

“If it’s a long-cherished wish that no one can achieve… I’d rather bump into it.”

The course of action has been decided.

Nephi Alteon. A mysterious hidden boss who unconventionally eats Feyta’s supply network alone.

I don’t know what role you were assigned as an actor. However, as long as he is the boss and he is the main character, the strategy is real.

“Let’s end the bad relationship, Marquis.”

The back of Siegharun, who was leaving for the main match, was somehow dangerous.

It was a gait that seemed disappointing that he did not die even if he fell while walking on the street.

In the darkness, only the red eyes gleamed brightly.