I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country - I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country chapter 89

89 – All Things Happen

It wasn’t until I turned 15 that I let go of the tenacious string I was holding on to. I felt resentful of myself for foolishly insisting on a string that should have given up right away. If I had realized earlier, the lost tears would not have dried up and scarred my clothes.

Others use abusive language about my deficiencies. I wanted to be understood by others one day, but it was a vain wish. The classmates looked at it strangely that a student who had just entered middle school longed for affection.

The children above and below were no different. Growing up in the warm love of parents, giving and receiving love was considered childish.

To be honest, I felt envious. Yes, even stimulating foods like pizza, hamburgers, and chicken get tired of eating them every day. The love they receive has become a daily routine, so I am insensitive to the long-awaited gift.

The lighted room was lonely. It was three to four times larger than the room most college students lie down in. It was so wide that I would rather have the lights turned off. So I underlined the textbook and diligently fulfilled my quota of solving problems. The world is completely dark so that you cannot even feel the size of the room.

I tried.

Every once in a while my mother seems to be in a good mood, she asks. I know what kind of answer will come back, but I’m looking forward to hearing another answer.

“Mom, will you have dinner with me today?”

Then the mother’s drooping eyes tightened and gave the expected answer. It’s like a standard low-level past question.

No, I said.

My mother even expresses her quiet anger.

I was longing for my mother’s affection like an Oedipus complex, but I self-diagnose that I grew up pretty quickly. I understood a mother who didn’t know her affection.

It all started in the afternoon of an ordinary elementary school student.

I read the textbook in the afternoon at school. And the afternoon when my mother came home from a business trip.

On that day, if it hadn’t been for the two men and women in the master bedroom full of fishy smell. If only my father hadn’t been naked with a young woman he’d never seen…

I wonder if I became a proper middle school student by suppressing the naive elementary school student’s desire for recognition.

I wonder if my mother accepted me, who was half made from the man’s semen.

The hardest thing for me to bear was the mother’s disgusted look at her child.

She wants to at least make up for her father’s sins. I wanted you to smile at me who couldn’t even think of a small deviation.

“A child born out of love has no right to be loved.”

Absolutely, can you please look at me who can’t resist your choice.

Mother.

My wish ended with a futile wish.

I wanted to cry out with tears dripping down my face. However, after returning home, what I faced was an empty room with a housekeeper who helped with the housework.

My lips felt dry. Even though it was a humid and hot summer, when I came home, it was as dry as a desert with sand dunes.

That’s how I learned to completely give up during the summer vacation of my second year in middle school.

“…”

Sometimes when my mother goes on a business trip for a company, I have a small amount of free time. I didn’t talk much, and I was sick of sports, so I was closer to the computer in the room than to the soccer ball. I used to spend my free time playing games.

Then I came across the Series.

An open world action adventure game that tours the vast world. While enjoying the Eldchain series, I felt like I became a resident living in a virtual world away from reality.

I have achieved considerable achievement in the game in a short period of time, whether it is due to the surrounding environment. It seemed as if the character moved as one body with me. This was especially the case with the character Ziegharun in the third series.

I liked the impudent and sly personality and the appearance that could be called a handsome boy. I think I fell in love with it because it was the complete opposite of me, who is timid and corrupt. It may be a useless boast, but I’m sure there is no one who understands Siegharun better than I do.

Because I’m the first in the world to clear the third series… The game where Zeke Harun is the main character, including the DLC.

“… Huh?”

It was right after beheading the strongest old knight, Iru Elfi Yustiha. Suddenly, the room turned gray and an unknown phrase appeared on the screen.

[First clear bonus! Would you like to accept? YES/NO]

I had no idea what perks were. No clues were used, so I was overcome with anxiety that I might have been infected with the virus.

The time when I was confused and couldn’t choose a choice.

Someone whispered sweetly in my ear.

It’s a gift for you who are fed up with reality.

This is your last chance to change into the person you admire.

Still, what forced me to hesitate was the last word of someone whispering.

“I’ll give you the love you deserve.”

It was a whisper that exquisitely stimulated people’s desires.

I chose like I was possessed.

A new life as Siegharun Misrach.

That’s how I woke up in the Red Sanctuary nine years ago.

At the time, it was decades earlier than the original work of .

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“…… f*ck, what?”

I barely endured the fact that I almost fell in surprise with the flagship. I felt dizzy as if I had been hit by a hook at Ziegharun’s self-introduction. Ir Elfi and the emperor were speechless, but Trope felt like his eyes would fall out.

“To be clear, the mother of this body will be Lorian Peyta.”

“Ji, Siegharun…? So, uh, is your father’s name…”

“What am I going to hide now? That the founding aristocrat, Netionpis, is my father.”

“Hey Mr.!!!”

“Why is that, Marquis?”

I couldn’t control my trembling legs and looked to the side. Whether it was a hand, a heart, or an eyeball, they vibrated as if they had witnessed a cosmic horror.

It was not a metaphor. Because the knight of cosmic fear seated next to me was clenching his fist.

“Ooh… Whoa…”

“Irelp…?”

“Huh… hahahaha.”

“I didn’t do it wrong, I did it wrong. I’m innocent… No, not that.”

“Neffi.”

“Huh…?”

Irelpi Justiha. Adorable she asks, feigning her serenity. With her sword blades tightly gathered.

“If you open Neffi’s skull, will the thing inside pop out?”

“Noaaah! Put in a scam right away, Illelpi!!!”

“Whoa… Whoa… Haa…”

The dark energy behind Irelpi’s back faded as he took a deep breath. Just as you have to look at a fire that has been turned off, so is fraud. Only after activating and confirming my senses did I feel relieved.

“It’s relieved to see that the marquises are good.”

“Would you believe me if I were facing the crisis of bankruptcy because of you?”

“Hmm?”

“There must be Your Majesty, who is also a notary public… Trough, listen carefully.”

I confessed while putting my hand on my forehead. They pushed the truth they didn’t want to believe.

“I am Netion Peace, a nobleman of the country.”

“…What, say?”

“It’s true.”

“Ha…!?”

The emperor notarized the shocking declaration I made. Sieg Harun and Troph made a noise as if astonishment was boiling in their throats.

“Crazy, for real? Does Lorian Feita turn into a freak who gets excited by her brains!? Huh…!”

“Neffi. This is why you called me a dysphoric right now, right? Do you want me to kill you?”

“Hold on, Illelfi!”

“…”

Confused Confused.

A trope that demeans ancestors with low-level profanity. Irlp. Siegharun silenced by the padlip. Even me, who manages my lover’s anger by proxy.

I’ll be thrilled.

“I see… I understand. It’s surprising and there are many things I want to ask. But I’ll put it aside and ask as soon as the time is right. In other words, are you saying that the Marquis has Siegharun’s real father?”

“It’s hard to believe, but that’s how it is.”

“Hmm…”

“Why. What.”

Even if the genealogy was twisted, Zeke Harun let out a silent sound at the scene where the genealogy was twisted. Siegharun, who was intently searching for words, smirked naturally.

“It’s late, but I think we should say hello again.”

“What a greeting…”

I couldn’t help but unconsciously raise blood at the words of Siegharun who followed.

“Hey, biological father. Nice to meet you.”

“Should I kill you, Ir Elfi?”

“Neffi? Don’t get emotional. There’s still a lot to interrogate…”

After that, Siegharun’s mischievous eyes turned to Illelfi.

“Hey, biological stepmom. I’m the exact opposite of my biological mother. I’m sorry I was an illegitimate child who was born unexpectedly.”

“I will kill you!!! I will kill you!!!”

“Hold on, Illelpi! There’s still a lot of information to dig up!!!”

His ruby eyes lit up the trough one last time.

“Thanks to you, my real mother and stepmom suddenly became dyss*xual. I want to receive an apology from my collateral grandson.”

“Shut up, you bastard!”

“My mothers became dogs this time.”

“As expected, I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill you!! Let go of this, Nefi!!!”

“Illelfi please…! Siegharun, you too can’t close that disastrous snout!?”

“If Dad asks for it.”

“Okay, I’ll kill you!”

“For now, all of you are in front of the emperor… But no, that’s it, that’s it. Whoa…”

The emperor looked up at the ceiling and sighed. He seemed to have gone on a journey to look back on the past, why he had to put himself in this position. He was in a hurry to retire.

A clamor filled with anger raged in the confinement where courtesy and law had evaporated together. It was a square of chaos where reason was completely blown away.

The air that should have been cold was hot, as if spiritism had intervened. If it was a human being in this place, everyone except Siegharun would have a red face.

“Gooo!!!”

Clock! Chunk!

The shock of the kick bent the bars of Siegharun’s prison like a bow. Its shape is like… Ugh… Irelph… The head…

After I stumbled due to psychological trauma, the atmosphere greeted a brief lull.

In a prison where only the sound of heavy breathing resonates, the only victim, Siegharun, was laughing mysteriously alone.

“It’s nice to have a pleasant family.”

“”Shut up!!!””

It was just… A dark prison.