My Villains Episode 322
57. Preface (3)
I’m embarrassed inside. It was because the Marquis of Eavon and I were left alone in the inner chamber where silence flowed.
This wasn’t a normal situation.
To put it bluntly, the existence of me is a monster that can tear apart about 43 or 40 soldiers in an instant. I’m unarmed, but I don’t think that would dramatically reduce my risk.
There was no way that the old Marquis would not know about this fact. Considering that he had been accompanied by knights and battle mages whenever he faced me, it was clear that he was fully aware of the danger I had.
But are you suddenly alone?
I tried to raise my senses to the fullest… but nothing caught me. He may have used a secret escort or something magical, but at first he doesn’t feel anything.
In an incomprehensible situation, vigilance springs up.
Did my feelings show through my face? The old high lord, who was sipping wine, looked at me and let out a big smile.
“You don’t have to be nervous, sir. I just want to talk frankly.”
Saying that, Marquis Eavon took out a fine glass from the side table and filled it with wine. And it was sticking out towards me.
I, who could break my opponent’s neck in an emergency, am very nervous, but the Marquis, who could take his life, is very calm. It’s funny.
“…under.”
Suddenly I felt like a stray cat with its fur upright, so I let out an annoyed sigh and drooped my shoulders.
“yes. Please tell me, sir.”
After accepting the glass, the Marquis sat down on the road and crossed her legs.
“Okay, let’s see… Were you talking about Aha Luyan?”
” yes.”
“Yes, Luyan. Poor child.”
He quietly sipped his wine.
It is said that wine from Dandeli is famous for silk, but the deep but not irritating aroma and the soft texture that fills the mouth were very satisfying.
“I loved the child’s father very much. Count Alder. He was stupidly honest and couldn’t stand injustice, so he was more suited to a knight than a great lord.”
“…You seem to have a different personality from Baron Ruyan.”
“completely. Alder in my memory was a very gentle and gentle guy. Just like a cow.”
The Marquis carved a deep wrinkle between his brows and clicked his tongue.
“On the other hand, Ruyan didn’t look like his father at all except for his eyes. Uncharacteristically like me, I like to be toxic and lie well.”
“okay.”
“At the same time, I don’t even know how to hide my true feelings. It’s like exposing your dainty toenails.” Daeyoungju, who laughed low with a voice boiling with phlegm, cleared his throat and tilted his glass.
“Luyan believes that my father was executed and the family collapsed because of me. In fact, all the people of Trumwell and Delhi Road seem to think so.”
“Isn’t it?”
“…Did you ask if it’s not now?”
“yes.”
“Ha of course not!”
He showed both palms as if he was unfair.
“It was not I who lured Alder and led him and Earthguchi to destruction, but the northern fox. My only fault is that I didn’t notice the idiot’s departure sooner.”
“…To be honest, it’s a bit complicated, isn’t it?”
“You say it’s ironic?”
“Because you gave all the titles and estates you took away from Count Alder to your grandson. As a result, Arya’s family benefited the most, so it’s only natural that they get misunderstood.”
“It’s something everyone is talking about without knowing. I made the inevitable choice.”
The Marquis continued his speech with a determined expression.
“30% of Antrum was Alder’s territory. How are you going to deal with all that vast land? Shall we choose one of the barons without merit? Or should I tear it to shreds and make a burial mound? Ha I can’t do stupid things like that. You can never do something that will be disastrous in the future.”
He continued to speak in a cold tone.
“Besides, it’s not like I’m going to hold onto the land forever
. Anyway, if Os takes my place, I have to share it in moderation. No matter how brilliant a person is, he cannot rule over 800,000 people alone.”
Eavon, who was feverish, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After dissipating his anger in a couple of breaths, the old man sipped his wine again with a benevolent expression.
“The problem is that stupid vassals rarely understand this situation.”
“Can I convince you? Just like you did.”
“Are you serious? Are you saying that someone as high as a high lord should give his vassals every excuse to serve?”
“…yes. What’s not going to happen?”
The Marquis stared at me with a slightly angry look, then immediately twisted his face and shook his head.
“Damn it, I’m serious. Hehe, no one else would have thought that Zaharkar would say such a thing.”
“You mean Zahar?”
“That’s right. I mean I didn’t know you enjoyed such peaceful and benevolent conversations. I thought it was Zahakar and Baluin’s way of erasing entire families even if the vassals raised their heads. huh?” These pirate bastards again… When
I kept my mouth shut, the Marquis leaned back on the backrest with a look of satisfaction.
“Actually, it doesn’t matter whether Ruyan misunderstands or not. What would a 12-year-old kid do?”
“He’s only a 12-year-old kid.”
I scratched my eyebrows.
“Do you really think so?”
“…of course.”
“Hmm, that’s surprising.”
As I stared at the Marquis, his words trailing off, he immediately put the wine glass down.
“Oh yeah. I know too. I know right away that Ruyan is no ordinary kid.”
Fortunately, the eye is in good shape.
“One day you will become a much more dangerous man than my father. Still a child though. As long as I risk a little reputational damage, I can handle that little kid.”
“But why don’t you do that?”
“Because…
the old highlord rubbed his wrinkled brow.
“shit. If I send an assassin just because I’m superior to Os, most of my vassals will have to lose an heir. It’s a fucking thing.”
“…Isn’t Count Ost that much? He seemed smart and nice enough.”
“Smart and nice, but he’s like a girl. He is an idiot who prefers the brush to the sword and prefers the poet to the knight.”
…You’re talking harshly to your grandfather’s grandson.
“Did you ask if the reason for making Osu the commander was because of Luyan?”
Ah yes.”
“I can’t say there is no impact. But, as I said earlier, even a kid can handle anything he wants… Can I have some wine over there?” When I filled the glass, the marquis took the wine in his mouth and swallowed it slowly.
“…Uhm. But in the end, the reason I don’t get rid of Ruyan is because that’s not a fundamental solution.”
“It is a fundamental solution. Do you have anything else in mind?”
“What are you thinking about? What solution could there be other than making the grandson a better man, a man fit for the position of high lord?”
“That’s why Count Osse is sent to the battlefield and to college.”
“Yeah, that’s right. They want you to learn courage through battles, get along with nobles of your age, and have ambition.”
The old highlord fidgeted with his glass and lost his focus.
“…whether it’s because I’m old or because I’m suspicious of my younger days, I can’t stop worrying. These days, I think of my dead children every night… The
Marquis of Avon, staring down at the red wine, looked too small and shabby to be the owner of a vast estate and a grand palace. It was to the point where I couldn’t recall my usual cheerful and dignified appearance.
…oh my. Why is this old man so sad?
“Maybe”
I opened my mouth cautiously.
“Do you want my help?”
“…why do you think so?”
“I don’t know you very well, but I don’t think you’re someone who would open up to others so easily.”
The Marquis took a deep breath and stretched. Then, with a wrinkled smile, the pitiful old man from just now disappeared in an instant, leaving only the majestic lord sitting in the chair.
“Actually, it is. I need your help.”
“…well I-”
“But not the kind of help you’re thinking of.”
When I made a puzzled expression, the Marquis waved his hand.
“It means that I won’t make pitiful requests like taking care of Osu or protecting him. Even right before my breath stops, I promise you won’t say that
.”
“It wouldn’t make much of a difference if Kyung saw how pitiful I was and said he would help Os for the next one or two years, no more than five years at most. I don’t even want help in the first place, which is so insubstantial. And I’m still up and running It means that it is not urgent enough to ask the Lord for a successor right away.”
“Then what do you want?”
“transaction.”
“A deal?”
“I want to buy your immediate and specific help. In exchange for what I have.”
As I quietly narrowed my brows at the incomprehensible sound, the Marquis swallowed dry saliva and his eyes lit up.
“From now on, don’t tell anyone about my proposal. It must be kept a secret.”
…what the hell are you talking about?
Apart from that doubt, I was able to instinctively notice. The story I will tell you from now on is the fact that the Marquis was the true reason that drew me to the exhibition room.
“Whether you accept the offer or not, you must absolutely keep it a secret. Do you understand?”
“…I know what.”
The Marquis got to the point only after accepting my promise several times.
“First of all, let me suggest a few things from the price I can give you.”
He sat on the edge of a chair and put on his fingertips.
“The first is the army.”
“The army?”
“The 1,500 troops that are being prepared now. If Sir accepts my offer, I will give you the authority to command that force for ten years.”
…10 years? Are you saying that you will actually hand over the army? what is this
“If you don’t like the military, there’s a second option.”
“…What is it?”
“I’ll give you the viscountcy and fiol.”
“Fiol? You mean the city?”
“Right. You can work in this palace, or if you want, you can act as the vice-count next to Os.”
The marquis, who was confused by the unexpected cost, continued.
“It would be a good way to cleanly dispose of it as riches. How about two thousand gold coins?”
“Two thousand gold coins?”
“That’s right. For now, that’s all I’ve been thinking of. Feel free to tell me if you want something else. Let’s coordinate it once.”
I was dumbfounded and opened my mouth halfway, then quickly regained my composure.
“Wait a minute, sir.”
“o
” “I want to hear what you want first. What kind of ‘immediate and tangible help’ are you willing to pay such an exorbitant price for?”
The Marquis, who continued to speak without hesitation, shut his mouth at my question and buried himself in the backrest. So, for a while, he said a word.
“Give me your son.”
“……yes?”
“Your son.”
What kind of nonsense is this again?
I narrowed my brows and asked the Marquis.
“Do you want a son? What does that mean?”
“It is literally.”
The old lord tapped the armrest.
“Since the morning of the 20th is going out, the opportunity given right now is only three days. today, the day after tomorrow. It’s just the right time for Panabel, so there’s a good chance.”
“What are you talking about?
Was it the right time for the Marquis?”
“What? The right time to have children.”
…and such a madman.
I finally realized the meaning of the Marquis and opened my mouth wide.
“Are you sane now? I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
“Haha I’m fine. I’m not old enough to let a few glasses of wine cloud my judgment.”
“Then it’s more of a problem…
The old lord chuckled and shrugged.
“I think I explained my situation sufficiently, but was it still not enough?”
“What were you talking about behind my back? No, aside from that, with his wife – can there be a sufficient explanation for the suggestion to do such a thing?”
“Didn’t you tell me the story of your incompetent grandson?”
“So you want to raise a new heir? Did you take someone else’s seed at that age?”
Unknowingly, the Marquis replied with a smile on his face as if he didn’t care.
“Didn’t I tell you that you’re still on your toes? If you get a son by the next year or so, how will you last until the coming-of-age ceremony?”
“If you’re like that, you can do it yourself, right?”
“Three children died young, and the only grandson left is Os.”
With a smile on his face, the old man spat out a story that would make his mind go crazy.
“This is the seed I sowed when I was young. If I sow seeds with my old body, I wonder if I will get anything great.”
“Then what about Count Os? It’s already been designated as the successor, so are you sure you intend to kill it and clean it up?”
“Huh, no way. Do I look like a demon?”
He looks like a grumpy old man.
“It wouldn’t be too bad from Os’ point of view. He’s already burdened with the burden of being the successor, so he’d be happy if you set him free. You will also get the opportunity to learn literature and art that you have been longing for.”
The Marquis quenched his thirst with wine and shrugged.
“In fact, isn’t this the fundamental solution to my worries? A child of your blood would be much better than Os, no matter how bad it is.”
“Honestly, it just sounds stupid and crazy.”
“I want to know why Kyung thinks so.”
I pressed my temples and explained carefully.
“Let’s say I get a son with the Marquis de Panabel, and the child grows up to be Your Excellency’s successor. And do you really think there will be no problem if the child becomes a marquis after His Excellency dies
?”
“What could be the problem?”
“Uh, well… I might suddenly appear and devour the territory, telling my son, who became the Marquess of Antrum, ‘I am your father’.”
“yes. It could be.”
The Marquis nodded coolly and asked again.
“But what about the other way around?”
“…the other way around?”
“You are the conceived child of the next duke of Ireland.”
“So what?”
“If my heir, born through Panabel, becomes the Marquess of Antrum. And what if it turns out that your blood runs in that child?”
I narrowed my eyebrows.
“Well, you’ll be kicked out of the position of Marquis.”
“Haha, you looked so easy on me. Even if that problem arises, I will secure a place that will not shake my authority and pass it on to my child.”
The Marquis continued with a confident expression.
“The head of Arya, where Zaharkar’s blood flows. Somehow, if the opportunity arrives well, a monarch who encompasses Antrum and Ireland may be born.”
“Do you think that makes sense?”
“In terms of odds alone, it will be much higher than you swallowing Antrum. The king and other great lords will risk their lives to stop Eiland from advancing on the continent.”
…that could be it.
As I quietly scratched my eyebrows, Marquis said with her chin resting.
“So, if you accept my offer, you’d better keep it a secret. There is nothing to gain in Ireland.”
“…Even if that’s the case, doesn’t the most important problem remain?”
“The most important problem?”
You really don’t know, are you asking this crazy old man?
I said, pounding my chest in frustration.
“No sir. If I give birth to His Excellency’s heir through the Marquis, the child who has no blood in the Aryan family will become the Marquis.”
“Hmm?”
“Actually, the lineage is cut off due to being cuckooed. It means you can’t protect your family.”
“…Well, that’s a problem. It’s none of your business.”
The old lord tidied up his beard for a while before spitting out words.
“That child will be just like Os.”
“Is it the same? What do you mean?”
“The yin composition or ratio of bloodlines.”
“yes? What do you mean-”
I stopped talking and opened my mouth wide. The Marquis smiled shyly.
“The Marquis can’t be.”
“Panabel is the daughter of Count Jovian. To be precise, that’s how it was known.”
“They said he looked exactly like his mother…… Yes, his wife was also beautiful. To the point where I couldn’t resist the urges of my youth.”
Memories of the first time I saw the Marquis of Eavon, Mrs. Panabel, and the Count of Oth flashed through my mind at the curtain wall of the Seteniora Monastery.
At that time, I thought that Mrs. Panabel was the daughter of the Marquis. I thought it was a mistake because of the age difference, but when I thought about it again, the marquis and his wife had strangely similar features
.
“…I don’t think he was very young.”
“I was just forty. You’re young enough for that.” ” under.”
“Don’t make that face. I was also punished in my own way.”
“……punishment?”
The Marquis shrugged.
“No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t conceive a child. It’s a very strange thing.”
I’m losing my mind.
