I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country - I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country chapter 94

94 – Later Story – Siegharun & Charles (1)

The imperial palace, which had restored the castle of the past, was relaxed in its usual calm daily life. When warmly heated field grass and flowers shake their heads, a pleasant wind carries away boredom through the bridge of their noses.

An On, where the buds of trouble were weeded out, was the daily life I pursued, so I considered the current atmosphere desirable.

It was peaceful in the morning when the sunlight softly penetrated the window. At least, except for the emperor’s office, it must have been a peaceful daily life.

“Your Majesty, no matter how much I call you when I’m bored, I don’t think this is the case.”

“Why don’t you trust the Marquis? You must have felt the frightful current with your skin!”

“All I can feel is the life of the Irlp.”

“Please believe me, Charles. If that child goes astray… Alas…!”

“Huh.”

I quietly closed my eyes and drank the honey water. I don’t like bitter tea, so I didn’t drink tea even when I was alone with the emperor.

“Charles is not an idiot.”

“Everyone has times when they become fools! For example, in my case, it must be when I am lying in a bedroom alone with the empress!”

“Oh no, it’s difficult for me to give you such a sensitive and detailed example. Seriously.”

I wonder if the emperor was an idiot whose lower body and head changed every night. Jealousy’s eyes are automatically fixed on the emperor’s features.

“Charles is a brawny child like Charles… But Siegharun isn’t quite as crazy as he is. Maybe.”

“That bastard… There’s not enough justification to kick him out now. Couldn’t the Marquis just live with him?”

“Your Majesty seems to be returning the word that he wishes the empire would perish. Recently, he sang a song about retirement.”

“Ughhhhh!!!”

This author seems psychologically driven to consider the extreme option of leaving Siegharun in our house. If you don’t care, the wrath of Ir Elfi will be enough to cover the sky.

I did not want to hear the emperor’s maniacal screams, so I suggested an appropriate intervention.

“Since Your Majesty says so, I’d rather see it myself.”

“Would you please?”

“Yes, then excuse me.”

I passed by the emperor and opened all the windows blocking the terrace of the office. Then, the smell of the soft spring breeze fills the office and submerges the space with languid warmth.

‘It’s not like I’m not responsible…’

I sat down on the terrace and opened my senses to the limit. It is an ability of higher compatibility that cannot even catch up with the spirit of Illelpi. If it was the imperial palace, you could know everything just by killing it on the terrace.

I was lost in reminiscence, filtering out the incoming information. After the engagement ceremony, the day I met Siegharun.

Yes, that is exactly the case at noon that day.

I was dumbfounded by his behavior and made a stupid meddling.

It was the beginning of a mistake I made.

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It was the morning of the day nearing noon. I was walking in the central square of Eldrian because of some business, and it caught my eye that people had gathered in front of the fountain.

I don’t know who they surround, but it was a situation with good intentions. It was understandable just by looking at the worried middle-aged man with a gruff voice.

“Look, young man. No matter how good the day is, sleeping in a place like this will make you go crazy.”

When the man gave advice with a pitiful gaze, the woman who was standing next to her added a comment.

“Was it already a month ago? When this young man was homeless here…”

At the vague recollection of the woman, a girl helping the family business in the neighborhood agreed.

“That’s right. I know that because I brought him food from time to time.”

“A tall, young man accidentally tsk tsk…”

My heart broke every time people’s sympathetic feelings lingered in my ears. It is said that the chainreach that hit the system was successfully dealt with, but the reality is that many casualties occurred.

If the young man they surrounded was a victim of Chainreach, then I had an obligation to save it. Because I had to cut off the hatred that had passed down generations as the old man’s possessor.

It is impossible to turn a blind eye to the victims derived from the chronicles of Netionpeace and Lorian Peita. It was inevitable that I would make my way through the crowd to reach the young man.

If a young man is a victim of Peita’s shoveling, we must actively seek relief. I took on a sense of debt and made up my mind.

Until I hear the young man’s familiar voice.

“Gion doesn’t mean anything to me, so that’s fine. Oh, the skewers I brought you the other day were delicious. I want to thank you.”

Flinch!

Confident way of speaking and unique sly speech. The young man who gave off an arrogant impression was too familiar to me.

“Hmm?”

Soon the young man recognized me, who had become hardened like a mangbu stone. He smiled friendly and brightly, as if he had no guts.

Turning me into a criminal in an instant…

“Hey, Dad. Long time no see.”

I flinched and hurriedly backed away. It was an unexpected event.

“Who is your father, Siegharun!!!”

“It’s disappointing. To treat a blood-mixed child so coldly. I can’t help it. I won’t fight back. Your son’s puberty has already passed.”

“Don’t give a sh*t and die.”

Zikharun’s eyes were bitter at the natural selling like flowing water. Her red eyes, moist like those of an abandoned puppy under a cloudy rainy sky, were miserable.

Even if it rots, he inherited Lorian Peita’s genes. The hazy complexion of the dazzling young man was enough to pump up sympathy from the audience.

“Oh my God… They say they are sons when they are so young.”

“It’s hard to believe, but if you look at the appearance… How common is red eyes with black hair?”

“At least I’ve only seen the two of them.”

“So you abandoned your son? Could it be that he was an illegitimate child?”

‘No, from my point of view, it’s an illegitimate child… But it’s exquisitely distorted!?’

What made me even more miserable was the lack of logic to refute people’s gossip. Either way, the old man who left behind a genealogy is bad.

“No! It’s all a misunderstanding. More than that, why are you homeless here!”

“Is there anything strange?”

“Is there anything strange? That’s so strange that it’s scary!!! You madman, what are you doing!”

“No no, I really want to ask you this. Do you think I have any money? What’s strange about a poor young man with no money and no home sitting on the street?”

“What’s strange… Huh?”

While I was about to vehemently refute, I shut my mouth at the possibility that popped up. It was because it was an explanation that was absurdly plausible after examining it.

“Ah, of course, I don’t have the slightest intention to rebuke my father, who drools alone after leaving his homeless son and lives well in a huge mansion. I’m self-employed, and I’m scared to take care of my biological stepmother. I wonder if my heart is ready yet. …”

“You seem to resent me terribly, but let’s move on first. Don’t be mean and follow me.”

I grabbed Siegharun’s hand and forced him to rise, making his way through the crowd. I could hear people making countless guesses about complicated family affairs. Thank God this is not a ballroom.

‘Where are you taking this guy?’

It is difficult that there is no place to talk privately while walking. If I had brought the wagon, I would have put him down and held a serious meeting.

I could never have imagined that a guy the size of Siegharun would have become homeless after Peita collapsed. It was an unprecedented event. Should I call this a cause and effect…

“How have you lived?”

“As you can see, I am homeless.”

“Even if it’s something to eat or something that hasn’t been washed, it’s pretty good. Didn’t you use Feita’s secret hideout?”

“It’s not that nutrition is useless at all, but it’s a good value for money. Only the body is human, and it’s basically a spirit.”

“Don’t put on a plausible statement that you continued with the food you were given!”

“As a bonus, sanitation was solved with elemental magic.”

“What in the world is this the main character…?”

It was like using the ability to set fire to mountains and rivers in the act of roasting sweet potatoes over a bonfire.

It is difficult to guess the reason why Zeke Harun, who has excellent body specs except spirit skills, is living as a homeless person.

“Why did you have your abilities and live as a homeless person in the first place?”

“I’m exhausted after the commotion. Now I want to pursue a comfortable life where I pray for a day and eat a day. I mean, I’ve been busy all the time in my previous life… My son’s dream is to become a rich family’s cat.”

That’s how I ended up hearing the remarks of my biological son degenerating into a beast. The desire to carry a cane piled up as much as he could, but even when he raised his head, he was suppressed by self-reflection.

‘Why do we possessors live like this…’

In hindsight, I, who received pocket money and a mansion from the imperial family, have no right to criticize him.

I was the one who paid for Mirren’s dress just by breathing. There was not enough reason to criticize Siegharun.

On the other hand, Ir Elfi is working hard to take over the Marquis. Every time I see her, she was a lover who was full of desires to me.

‘Hi… You can’t just leave this walking strategic weapon as a homeless person, a specialty of the central square. What should I do?’

Sir.

Tell me the answer.

Your son, a direct descendant of a founding noble and a duke, lives as a homeless person in the central square.

You wouldn’t know if you didn’t see it, but you can’t ignore it as long as you recognize it. Even for the sake of Netion Peace and Lorian!

Instinctively, I sought the safest, most homely place. The mansion is out at the point where Illelpi resides. The Marquis of Justiha is also disrespectful. A good place to sell a child like this organic cat…

‘There is only the Imperial Palace.’

For me, the imperial palace has long since degenerated into a mere nursery school. It would have been difficult if he had been called quite often, but the emperor asked for a story of his previous life every day.

‘Whether it’s to serve as a security guard in case of emergency, or really feed him, it’s better than abandoning this guy as a homeless person.’

In addition, Batlante, the leader of the Nelfrugian Knights, resides in the imperial palace all the time. It is thought that the combination of future godfather Bartlante and Sieg Harun would not be bad.

“By the way, can’t you feed me some food while we’ve met, Dad? It’s good to have a biologically younger stepmom together. Let’s make a harmonious family, albeit belatedly.”

Shaaa…

Immobility was disturbed, and morale broke out out of control. I hurriedly blocked it from behind, but the blood-gushing anger lost its way and burned my stomach.

‘Your son Raemi, wouldn’t it be okay to abandon it like this? Old man?’

Ziekharun seemed to enjoy suppressing all my bad feelings.

It is unmistakable to see that he continues to joke nonstop.

“Ah!”

“What else?”

“From today, will you call me… Lupo, Daddy?”

“What bullsh*t?”

“In Batlante, I have three fathers, including an inside dad and an outside dad.”

“Aooo!!!”

An afternoon of soaring murderous intent.

It was an opportunity for me to solidify the idea of abandoning Siegharun in the imperial palace.

The emperor’s worries sprouted through this process.