# 230
Helmut
Episode 230
“Look over there! “Her Highness the Grand Duchess is coming.”
The audience immediately became noisy. An elegant blonde lady walked out of the awning.
Grand Duchess Magritte of Linosa. Since she does not enjoy external activities, the moment she appeared at an official event like this, she attracted even more attention.
With a light smile, she looked back at the audience and waved her hand gracefully. The action was met with loud applause and cheers.
The knights escorting the Grand Duchess were tense and watching all directions in preparation for any possible accident.
When she reached the railing, her gaze naturally moved downward.
There were two boys standing there who were about to start the game.
At the same time, glances were heard. The two swordsman contestants stared at the Grand Duchess.
One of them realized his rudeness and quickly bowed his head and showed courtesy like a knight, but the other did not.
The black-haired boy stared up at her, ignoring the rudeness.
Eyes as black as crow feathers. The eyes were heavy and intense, as if being swallowed by darkness.
Our eyes met again. It was closer than it was then.
To her standing on the railing, the boy’s presence was so vivid that it seemed as if it were filling the empty stage.
The Grand Duchess’ eyes trembled slightly as she scanned the boy’s face.
The resemblance is surprising. The Archduke, Charlotte, and their newborn son.
Magritte also once imagined what the child would be like when he grew up.
The appearance of that boy named Helmut was exactly the same. It fit so perfectly that it was strange that it wasn’t just one person.
‘If that child grew up, he would have looked like that.’
My eyes were dizzy and my heart was sore. I no longer know.
His own child died. Since a dead child cannot come back to life, Magritte felt as if a dead child had come back to life.
I found myself strange like that. However, Magritte’s agitation was not revealed any further.
She looked down with a smile befitting the Grand Duchess of Rinosa and then turned around.
As she disappeared behind the awning, words were exchanged about the Grand Duchess for a moment.
Soon the venue regained its previous atmosphere.
Helmut slowly closed his eyes and opened them.
It’s my mother. You can’t be wrong. He got it right. My heart was trembling.
As if I had finally returned to my place. It was as if every cell in my body was alive.
A shout is heard from the side.
“Starting soon. Get ready!”
The opponent in front of you just seems like an obstacle that needs to be broken down.
However, I am aware that I must not kill it. As if holding on to the end of a thread, I am not letting go of even a single thing.
Because this is Reno Accident and in front of my mother.
Helmut, who had been thinking about how to naturally get eliminated, has now disappeared.
Defeat was not an acceptable word for him.
It was an absolute attraction and will that could not be discussed with reason.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s a temple or something else. There was a moment when that had to be the case.
Grand Duchess Linosa visited this swordsmanship competition.
Mother is watching.
I cannot show defeat in front of him. never.
A flash of light passed through Helmut’s eyes.
The next moment, his will was revealed to the sword.
Kaga River! The sword escaped my grasp and rolled shabbily on the floor.
The dilated pupils reflect an incomprehension of what has happened.
Then, the moment he saw his fallen sword, his eyes became stained with frustration.
What I felt next was fear.
It is a fight fought with real swords. If this had been a battlefield, he would not have survived.
The opponent’s sword would not only have dropped his sword, but it would also have cut off his throat.
The boy’s cold eyes, which were pitch black from head to eyes, and his unhesitating sword were enough to arouse instinctive fear.
It’s as if you have a reaper in front of you.
‘What kind of guy!’
Is this what an academy student or something could look like?
A question arises in the other person’s mind. He was also a prosecutor who won more times than he lost.
He has been evaluated as having the best skills in his age group.
But regardless of evaluation or talent, the guy in front of me is.
It seemed impossible to even put them on the same level as academy students.
The opponent was not a rough stone being polished.
Academy students are beaten and refined countless times in an unfinished state before finally becoming a single sword.
But Helmut was already a sword.
There are not many swordsmen who can be represented by a sword. No, it was extremely small.
But that extremely small one was here. With the appearance of only a fifteen-year-old boy.
That overwhelmingly huge yet absolute feeling. He makes those who face him tremble with fear.
‘How… such a young bastard.’
However, defeat was acknowledged. I have to admit it. The other party was quickly convinced.
Thinking about the suspicions about a boy named Helmut. The suspicion was not his alone.
But Helmut won anyway. As if it was familiar again. Just as he thought.
The different results were something close to a miracle from the beginning.
Helmut raised his head and looked down at the audience with his dark eyes.
Those eyes filled with heat, as if a flame was hidden in the ice, looked arrogant.
But the arrogance of the winner is natural. Even if this is Linosa and not Basor, there is no one who would not acknowledge Helmut at this moment.
Wow! A loud roar hits the stage.
It’s again.
This time, he didn’t do anything noticeable by swinging his sword and striking the opponent.
He simply swung his sword and aimed it, taking the opponent’s sword away and rendering him helpless.
Just seconds after the game started, his opponent stood in front of him with his bare body as if he had been stripped naked.
Helmut made it that way.
‘I have to win.’
As if it was obvious, Helmut muttered to himself. I wanted to show you.
It’s not about vanity or pride. Just like in Bashor, he liked winning.
I liked this feeling of being recognized and confirmed for my strength.
The crowd began to go crazy for him, and perhaps the enthusiasm would continue until Helmut won.
And my mother is watching.
He felt like he had come out of the forest of digs for this. Maybe that’s true.
Helmut’s gaze moved upward. It was quiet inside the awning.
However, Helmut felt eyes directed at him from inside, which he could not see through.
I don’t know what was going on, but my mother was agitated.
Does she feel it instinctively too?
If you are the winner of the swordsmanship competition, you may be able to face the people of the Archduke family.
My mother would probably be there too. No, it definitely exists.
If she saw Helmut, she would want to check it out too.
I didn’t know if the truth would be revealed.
But Helmut finally seemed to be convinced of what he should do.
He had to win.
Helmut bowed his head to Grand Duchess Linosa as if to apologize for his earlier rudeness.
Applause poured in.
*
Magritte closed and opened his hands several times. Her eyes wandered anxiously in the air.
Even when Michael fell, Magritte had never felt such emotional upheaval.
Since 15 years ago, when she lost her first child and struggled with frustration, pain, and sadness, she has lived as calm and quiet as a lake.
As Grand Duchess of Rinosa.
But a stone was thrown into her lake.
The maid asked worriedly.
“Your Highness, the Grand Duchess, why do you look so anxious?”
The maid was worried that the Grand Duchess might be shocked because she suspected the Grand Duke of infidelity.
In Rinosa, those who know the Archduke’s face will begin to have such doubts one by one.
It was an incredible talent and skill for an ordinary commoner boy to possess.
Marguerite opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind.
“I need to meet that boy.”
“Your Highness, the Grand Duchess, if that’s the case, should we send someone to fetch you?”
However, Marguerite shook his head vigorously and dissuaded her.
“no! no. Personally… I shouldn’t meet contestants. “That’s not right.”
It was something that could not be told to anyone. This is something I hesitate to say even to the Grand Duke who is away.
A truth that cannot be told to Michael or Charlotte.
The two did not know how their older brother died. I just heard that someone was stillborn.
Magritte never once revealed to them the heartbreak she had experienced in the past.
Helmut was a dead person buried in her heart.
But he was dragged out of the tomb in his mind like a corpse walking out of a grave.
The maid hinted.
“Don’t worry, Her Highness, Grand Duchess. “You can retrieve it secretly.”
“No… If you do that and someone catches your eye, it will only create unnecessary rumors. “Rumors that are not true.”
She couldn’t act rashly. Magritte soon decided what to do.
She opened her mouth with the eyes of a virtuous grand duchess.
“I guess I’ll have to wait and see. “This competition.”
“I’ll leave my schedule blank.”
“Yeah, and… is Charlotte here? “There are too many people in the stands.”
“I already know where Charlotte is. Shall I bring you?”
“Yes, Dao.”
Magritte closed his distorted eyes. Countless emotions and agony were engraved on the elegant eyebrows.
*
“It’s really amazing, isn’t it? “Senior Helmut.”
Charlotte, who had just been called in, looked excited. It was as if I had seen the activities of my brother, a very close person.
Even if Michael did that, he wouldn’t have reacted like that.
To Marguerite, Charlotte’s reaction felt strangely meaningful.
Magritte spoke sweetly but clearly, as if drawing a line.
“Yes, you are a commoner who said you were amazing. To achieve victory with just one swing of the sword. “It was impressive.”
“My mother is not from the Academy, but status is not important at the Academy. Senior Helmut is someone I respect as a prosecutor.”
“Yes, I understand what you mean. “You seem to be quite friendly with him.”
“Yes, I guess we sparred and we are the same starters.”
Charlotte nodded willingly. Magritte asked naturally.
“Then you know him well. “Would you mind telling me a story about him?”
“I guess your mother is also interested in Senior Helmut? “Well, Helmut senior…”
Charlotte spoke to Marguerite in detail about the rumors surrounding Helmut and his life at the academy.
