I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country - I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country chapter 51

51 – I’ll wait for you

“Do you agree too? To execute Ir Elfi… Her…”

In response to my question, Siegharun dismissed it as if it was not worth answering.

“Isn’t it obvious? There’s no reason not to kill him. You should have known that I was the enemy of Iru Elfi Justiha in the first place.”

“Ugh…”

After a lukewarm response, Zeke Harun strangely twisted his eyes. He treated this side as if he had discovered an unknown creature that he could never understand.

“I don’t think so, but is the Marquis hesitating?”

“Yes, honestly.”

“I don’t understand. I won’t say that this world is just a game. I won’t deny that ‘it’ is also a living person. But I want to distinguish the object of hesitation.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Calm down, Marquis. That’s something beyond human restraint. It’s a symbol of ruin that covers the blood with ashes. Rather, I’d like to ask what you want to say on this side.”

Zeghharun stabbed the sore spot with an extremely businesslike manner. I twisted his lips to refute anything, but it quickly failed. It was a sense of being speechless and boiling with prayer.

Silkharun waited for my answer, then broke the silence and spoke calmly.

“Did you have a crush on your smooth face? Have you made any memories while living together? Come to your senses, Marquis. At the point of going crazy, that’s no different than a malicious seed.”

“…Yet, nothing happened.”

No, it actually happened. The pickpocket’s life lost its light and fell into the abyss. I don’t know if stealing is a sin worthy of death. Even so, is Ir Elfi qualified to be a judge?

Considering the background of the times… It might not be strange.

As I was desperately constructing a rationalization barrier, Ziegharun thrust a huge sledgehammer at me as if he hadn’t even begun.

He unleashes a cruel truth that I was unaware of.

“If it’s an accident, it’s already happened. I would have said it. Observed the harbinger of the awakening of the annihilated. Do you think I would have known about the Marquis’ confinement? You’re welcome.”

“What else is there?”

“Feita’s commotion was made up of a single object. The Marquis knows that too, right?”

“It’s a one-time portal.”

“That’s correct. That was our only means to contain the annihilators. In fact, we succeeded in sending them to a foreign battlefield through a portal.”

“What… Say…?”

Beetle-

For an instant, my legs lost strength. It was because an ominous sense of déjà vu came from the story of Siegharun. Even at the moment he spoke, my sight was endlessly exploring the past.

In the meantime, I remembered a memory from the not-so-distant past.

She said. This is a bakery opened by a famous chef in a foreign country.

It was a structure similar to a modern cafe, and the food was also impressive.

At that time, the conversation of some women passed by my ears.

[Did you hear that rumor? The news that the kingdom of Arlan and the nomadic tribes have united.]

[They say all the soldiers in the war are dead.]

[The battle was in full swing, and a knight fell from the sky and killed all of them. Of course, it’s still a rumor.]

[There is also a story that he laughed terribly after the massacre.]

At a cafe where such a conversation can be heard, there is a woman who is obsessed with dessert. Ir Elfi Justiha. She was the strongest female knight in the world.

Even if the timing overlaps, it is too exquisite. There is no choice but to overlap with the story that Zek Harun brought up.

He frowned. Trampling on my vague hope bit by bit.

“It was a battlefield between the kingdom of Arlan and the nomads. And before the day passed, their war ended. It ended with the slaughter of only one white knight.”

“…”

“Besides, the survivor on this side became a devastated man after seeing the white knight’s eccentricities. Admit it soon? That’s a time bomb covered in the skin of Irelpi Justiha. There’s no room for sympathy.”

“Irelp…”

I draw her journey in the dark sky. She was a knight with a strong, unbreakable wick in her heart. She was a woman who held up a sword to atone for the sins of her ancestors. Like that, Ir Elfi had already committed a crime.

Have you already crossed the river of no return? Did I go to a place where my eyes can’t reach?

Her fingertips trembled.

I yearn for the sky endlessly. The moon floating in the dark sky. I felt like the moon, which seemed to dye Ir Elfi’s white hair, would give me an answer.

The moment you try to close your eyes tightly.

Chaeeng-!

The bloody metallic sound of the contents being pulled from the scabbard pierced my eardrums. Zeke Harun’s trembling red eyes peeped out from the sharp edged sword face.

He shouted.

“Don’t stand there blankly, Marquis! It’s an emergency!!!”

“What?”

Wedge juice!

In the middle of the night, the sound of pagoda was scattered. It was a by-product of the sword attack that gave me an unforgettable trauma.

Then, Zeke Harun’s sword rang out in the empty air.

“Marquis, explain! Why is it here!”

“I can’t believe it…!”

She was staggering like a drugged addict. Her scattered white hair reveals her presence instead of the moonlight hidden by the clouds.

The expression on her face, shrouded in shadows and unable to be identified, evoked chilling emotions.

After a while, the monster moved his lips.

“Neffi.”

“Irelp…?”

“Yes, that’s me. I’m LLP.”

Sabak, Sabak.

At the same time as the sound of Elfie stepping on her grass, the black clouds that covered the moonlight lifted. A pale radiance descended like a stairway from her sky, enveloping her like the lights on her stage.

Irelpi was crying. Transparent tears flowed like falling water from the eaves in the rainy season. She is as if someone picked a daerong from the clear lake trapped in her blue eyes…

She cried, her voice cracking.

“I need Neffi.”

“Oops, this side has circumstances too, so we can’t hand over the Marquis.”

Zeegharun took a step forward. The main character who fought to the death between the two of them is now escorting me. There is no comedy.

‘Silkharun doesn’t know Irelfi… So it might be possible to deal with it.’

The advantage of information is so great that it has the power to easily overturn a considerable gap in capabilities. The case of Siegharun, who almost retired to the old man in the Great Commonwealth, was an example.

However, contrary to our expectations, the name Ir Elfi brought up next to her shocked us.

“Zikharun Misrach…”

“What…!”

“How are you, Elfi!?”

Koo-ung!

At that moment, as soon as the words were finished, a huge shadow fell from the sky.

“Marquis Justiha! Please refrain from making a fuss!”

The identity of the shadow was Bartlante. Hostility flickered in the eyes that were blazing with violent vitality.

Illelpy was still staring at us in a pitiful weeping manner. Siegharun and Bartlante’s wary gaze seemed to regard them as dolls made of straw sandals.

“… That’s a lot.”

She said.

“I have to say it. I have to, I have to tell it to you. People are gathering around Nefi. All of those aspects are like fate…”

Sabak, Sabak.

Elfi’s swaying steps slowly narrow the distance. It seemed that if she pushed her now, she would collapse like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

“But, yes. Still. Neffi. I remembered that if life into the Endless Abyss was my destiny, then I swore that the Abyss would curse itself. But what should I do? When the Abyss disappeared, I foolishly thought that this time it was the Endless Marshes. I stepped in.”

“Certainly… Marquis Justiha is out of his mind. What’s with this peculiar aura?”

“Damn it, the location and timing are the worst. What are you doing, Marquis. What if the target stays still! Run away!”

I jumped to my senses at Siegharun’s urgent request. It was the thin and beautiful voice of a woman who grabbed my ankle as I flinched and took a backward step.

“Neffi.”

“Irelp…”

“Don’t mind the madman’s complaints! I’m telling you to run away, Marquis!!!”

“Zeke Harun, no matter what you say, your blood won’t run away. Especially if she felt it was an important turning point… Right? Nefi.”

Her blue eyes asked for my consent. As if to live up to her words, I stuck her floating hind hooves to the ground.

“Neffi, I came just to talk to Nefi. But they won’t believe it. Even if Nefi accepts, Siegharun and Batlante won’t be able to do it, right? So…”

Down!

The white model of IrLP disappeared like a ghost.

“—I’ll rule it out. Please wait a bit, Nefi.”

Her fluttering white hair cut through the cool night air and came close to Zeke Harun.

Chaeeng!

Ir Elfi’s design sword and Zeke Harun’s sword collided with each other, sparking a spark.

The swords of the two struck a balance of power, creating a clacking, clattering sound.

It’s only a moment when the balance of power is off. Ir Elfi unilaterally removed her strength and gently shed Zeke Harun’s sword face.

However, this was as Siegharun intended. Deliberately delaying the gap, using the spirit’s characteristics to prepare for a steady revenge.

Just as she was about to mercilessly strike down Zeke Harun, whose side had completely emptied her side, Ir Elfi murmured.

“The spirit’s blood. I was sick of it.”

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Poo-Wak!

Irelpi’s words were like a prophecy. In fact, Siegharun quickly focused the red energy on one point and prepared a counter using reflected damage.

“You…?”

Ziegharun’s shocked eyes. Ir Elfi fixed the tip of his blunt sword on the area where the spirit’s blood was concentrated and pushed it away like a flash.

Quaaah

Ziekharun flies away while making a ditch-like path in the imperial garden. Since it was only a push, not a stab, it was safe to say that Ir Elfi suffered no damage.

After overpowering Zeke Harun in an instant battle, she inadvertently glanced at her sideways.

“Haaagh!”

At the end of the line of sight is a man of enormous size, fiercely fighting and swinging his fists.

Battlante Chester. The rushing fists, emitting stormy momentum, were like majestic giant rocks. Even the ceremonial sword forged by a master would be like a bare tree branch in winter before his fighting fists.

“I fought with you over and over and over again. It was a bad relationship.”

“What do you mean… Kuh.”

Huung, Huung!

Every time Bartlante’s fist cut through the air, the air bullets derived from the pressure left clear scars on the otherwise flat land.

Elelpy evaded leisurely, bringing out only unknown sentiments as if he were even funny.

“Maybe, I might be the one who knows you best now. I’ve seen kendo, kwondo, and gang sword, enough to get sick of it. Look at this.”

Irelpi speaks plainly at the center of the giant.

“While you’re avoiding it, your heart is already close, isn’t it?”

Clap!

The tip of the handle of a sword gripped in reverse. In line with Pommel, Bartlante’s chest was open.

IrLPy unearthed the sword that had returned to its scabbard, and hit his stomach with the tip of the handle.

f*ck!

It was an eerie sound of bone crushing. After a while, a red flag escaped from the corner of Bartlante’s mouth, and he was shocked! He vomited blood with a groan.

“Nonsense…”

I couldn’t believe it even though I witnessed the horrors right in front of me. Siegharun and Bartlante. These two were the ones who had already subdued Illelpi once in the original work.

Even so, Ir Elfi doesn’t care and denies even the original work.

Three minutes. No, maybe shorter than that. It was the time it took her to subdue them.

“Neffi. It’s finally calmed down.”

“…I don’t have one or two questions I want to ask, but I’m sure it will come back to me in the end.”

I desperately ask.

“Why? Irelp. Why did you do that?”

“Neffi is asking a strange question.”

“…”

I was silent. As an official of her who heard the whole truth, I wanted her to tell the truth herself. That was the last trust I had in Irlp.

Elfi raised her head and met her eyes for a long time. The silence was long enough that I could see my reflection in her wet eyes.

At the end of the silence that finally came, she reached out her hand. If you look down obliquely at her hand caressing her right cheek, you can see her lips covered in layers of cherry blossoms.

The lips opened softly.

“Everything, I guess.”

“Yes.”

“Whatever you hear is true, Nefi.”

“…”

“And whatever you’ve heard, I’m a worse human being than that. Neffi doesn’t know. You won’t know the karma I’ve done, or the diabolical side of me…”

“No, Ir Elfi. It’s not too late…!”

“Will you listen? Nefi. My story, my favor.”

She withdrew her gentle hand that stroked her cheek. Then, a dark aura shook from behind her back. Just as she was about to open her eyes for a moment, Ir Elfi opened her mouth.

“Irr Elfi, the terrible annihilator. At the time I came out of my dream, I was being called that before I knew it.”

“Your Elf!?”

“With malicious feet that kill countless people and bring chaos to the world. That was my life. My world without Nephi or Mirren was like that. A demon who can’t find a reason to live unless he pays for the misfortune of being abandoned in the world. It was.”

What is the elf talking about? Why, why, are you telling a story you shouldn’t know about so vividly?

“By the way, Neffi appeared. After saving Mirren, I even saved her as a bonus. But I guess the malignant nature didn’t go anywhere. She soon committed sins, covered up, lied, and sinned again. … Reminded me of my terrible future… Or the world that might have happened.”

Illelpy’s blue eyes were clouded with water droplets trying to come out. I want to wipe away Ir Elfi’s tears, but I can’t.

I couldn’t even lift a finger like an idiot who was paralyzed.

I am an idiot. Damn bastard who couldn’t gather courage even though it was obvious that Irelpi was suffering.

“At first, as soon as I remembered, I was going to kill myself. Existence itself was disgusting, and the sins I had committed made me unbearably disgusting.”

It was only for a moment that Ir Elfi’s calm tone changed.

“But I couldn’t!”

Ir Elfi raised her head to the sky. She vented her resentment and resentment and yelled at her nervously in spite.

“Resentment boiling up from the dark bottom, the past where everything was taken away, that emotion! Just because it didn’t exist doesn’t mean it disappears?!

Who will compensate for my foolish footprint of not doing anything and leaving nothing behind? Who will condemn the unforgivable sin already committed?

I… I am no longer able to live the way I used to. That’s not even possible.”

She lowered her now soaring head to the ground. She shouted harshly in a hoarse voice, as if to let go of her disgust.

“Destruction, ruin, ruin! I, who was abandoned under the peaceful daily life of the empire, am the well-known avenger of the empire. Whether it’s the past or the future that hasn’t happened yet, it doesn’t matter. I am, because I am. The terrible thing that brings everything to ruin Because it’s the annihilator Ir Elfi…”

Heo-eok, heo-eok.

Faced with her brief lull, Ir Elfi’s breathing was rough. However, it seems that she cannot tolerate even the slightest bit of silence in her elf.

She forcibly caught her breath and disturbed her garden, where she frantically sought peace.

“Uh… Ugh… Aha, hahahaha! Now I know for sure. Neither Siegharun, who beheaded me, nor Bartlante, who tried to cut me apart for decades… Can’t stop me now. .”

“Ir Elf!!!”

“So, Nefi. You stop me. Only Nefi can do this. Please stop Nefi, who made my daily life truly enjoyable.”

“No, elfie! Please. Listen to me. Not yet, not yet…! Eup.”

My desperate excuse was that I couldn’t see the outside world. Because Ir Elfi’s soft lips, which suddenly closed the space, swallowed them all instead.

Her earnest desire to convey everything was wiped away by her visit like an uninvited guest.

Even so, she wept bitterly.

The first sincere kiss of Elfie was an experience she couldn’t even describe as sweet. Her sorrow was only salty and bitter. It was nothing more and nothing less.

She hid her tears as she stepped behind her.

As she said her final goodbyes, she made a last wish for me.

But why? Ominously, I overlapped past conversations in each phrase Ir Elfi spoke.

Memories that can never be returned were scattered in an accident. Now, the exciting morning of one day, like a dream, suddenly came to mind.

She says from rusty memories of walking through her stall alone, holding her hand.

“Before I ruin everything.”

[You know what? What about Nefi?]

“Please kill me.”

[Pretend it’s not like that, but if you push it subtly, listen to it all.]

“Please destroy me.”

[Did I?]

“Neffi. My savior.”

[Yes!]

[I like that side of Nefi. Perhaps, from a very long time ago.]

“No way, Ir Elfi!!!”

“I will wait only for you. At my destination, where everything is over.”

She smiled brightly.

Ill Elf melts into the scene of the night breeze and wild grass and disappears.

I belatedly struggle with her hand and catch the illusion.

Remembering the reverberation of the Ir Elfi forever.