Revolutionary Period – Black Rose (2)
For some reason, I was worried about Balian’s words, so I arrived at Lumiere earlier than scheduled, and gunshots and screams were erupting.
Go to the scene urgently.
After finding Christine lying down and bleeding.
I don’t remember much from then on.
I slowly ran my hand down my face.
The smell of blood doesn’t go away.
I looked down at Christine who was just lying on the bed helplessly.
Blood-stained dress and bandaged corpse-pale skin.
The immediate hurdle has been passed.
She is not dead, she is just unconscious due to the aftereffects of serious injuries.
Even though I knew that, I couldn’t take my eyes off Christine’s face.
I didn’t drag her in to see her like this.
Because I believed in her abilities, I never imagined something like this would happen.
Or perhaps he was ignoring the fact that she could be dangerous.
I can’t breathe because it feels like something hot and sticky is pressed against my chest.
“…Marquis. “Baron Charon’s treatment is complete.”
Eris’ voice came from behind me.
“okay.”
After a moment of silence, Eris’ voice was heard again.
“…Marquis, change your clothes even if they are covered in blood. Even if you do that, nothing will change.”
I turned my back and was about to say something to Eris, but then I closed my mouth.
Eris is looking up at me with a look on her face that looks like she might collapse at any moment.
She is not guilty of anything. All he did was use his strength to get to this point in order to save Christine and Baron Charon.
Did you try to take out your anger on her?
When I ran my hand down her face again, Eris avoided my gaze and opened her mouth.
“I’ll go take a rest first.”
“…Sorry. And thank you.”
“Because it’s my job.”
Eris smiled bitterly, turned her back and stomped out of the room.
A bullet from the cursed Abyss Corporation that I don’t know what depleted the saintess Eris to such an extent.
I don’t know how it works, but it doesn’t stop the bleeding and even prevents the wound from healing with divine power. It cannot be cured by an ordinary priest.
If it hadn’t been for Eris’s luck, both Christine and Baron Charon would have died.
That fact makes my blood run cold.
Did you really want to kill me, even to that extent?
In the middle of Lumiere, without caring whether the citizens were caught up in it or not, they even borrowed the power of the demons that the Republic had declared to be its enemies?
Christine, what did we do so wrong?
“His Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette.”
When I turned to the door, Baron Charon was standing there.
Christine’s henchman who nearly died while protecting her.
“…I heard that Baron Charon was hit by the same bullet. “You still need to rest.”
“It’s still an article. I couldn’t protect His Excellency the Earl, so what shame would I have to rest in peace? “I’m sorry, but this is it now.”
What Baron Charon handed over was a document.
As I began to read it, the Baron spoke.
“This is an item that His Excellency the Count of Aquitaine has ordered to deliver to the Marquis de Lafayette in case of emergency.”
Those words pierced my heart painfully.
In case of emergency, he was ordered to deliver it to Baron Charon if he was unable to deliver it himself.
Maybe it was just an order given to her because she was so well-prepared for everything.
But to me, it felt like Christine, who gave such an order, disposed of Marlowe and considered herself a loser, like a forgotten girl.
I feel like I trusted her with that position.
Only anger and hatred toward myself boiled over.
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My life before regression was a series of failures.
His future as a knight, which had been promising since he was young, was shattered when he was defeated by Gaston in the knightly competition.
My fiancée, Christine, whom I had met a few times and had a good impression of, was murdered without my knowledge by disguising herself as a soldier.
I had nowhere to turn and, as the Blue Knight had intended, I was branded a complete failure, and there was no place I could gain pride in as an aristocrat.
So I only looked at Youngmin. They didn’t care that I was the shame of a noble being defeated by a commoner.
As a nobleman, they liked and praised me just because I was generous and kind to them.
I tried to be a little nicer to them. I tried to save the soldiers I led as little as possible.
That is why those who followed me and my soldiers collapsed before the revolutionary army.
The moment when I was denied at the trial by the revolutionary government that all of that was nothing more than a vain act of self-interest gained through my position as a lord, and that I was no different from other corrupt nobles.
There is nothing left in my life.
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Lumiere downtown is dyed blood-red as the setting sun sets.
After running frantically, I arrived in front of a building and got off the horse.
A document prepared by Christine that was handed over to Baron Charon.
The building depicted on the map was there. The so-called Last Club, a hidden gathering place for radicals.
“…Control the surrounding area. “No one can come in or get out.”
“I will follow your orders, Your Excellency the Marquis.”
I pulled out my sword and knocked on the door.
“Who are you? “Whoa, Lafayette-”
The look in the eyes of the man who opened the door and came out was wary.
But before he could shout anything, I covered his mouth with my hand, pushed him away, and slit his throat with my sword.
“Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
to the man who spit out blood bubbles slowly collapsed.
Even if one of his minions is killed, the maddening rage that boils his blood continues without rest.
I gave in to that anger and threw the man away, kicked down the door, and jumped inside.
bang.
The sound of the door being kicked shut was loud and the person who put his head in, wondering what was going on, covered his mouth and slit his throat in the same manner.
“Huh huh-”
The person who came out late, saw the scene, and was trying to pull out the pistol in haste, got the dagger stuck between his eyes, and he stumbled and fell like a doll whose strings were cut.
There is no other movement other than that.
I glanced around and saw a bronze statue, so I intentionally hit it with my sword to make a noise, and someone came out to check again.
kill him
After repeating it a few times, the house became quiet.
I heard a small voice coming from a room at the end of the hallway, and as I was walking towards it, the door opened.
“Hey hey. “Why are you making such a fuss?”
I finally came face to face with a familiar face.
One of the radical lawmakers on Christine’s list.
The man with the bloated belly turned pale and went in, slamming the door behind him.
The loud chattering in the room suddenly became a commotion.
I waited in front of the door for a moment, and when the commotion started to spread into chaos, I kicked the door with my magic power.
“Huh huh!”
“Aaaah!”
The door, which fell off like a piece of rotten wood, fell into the room and the lawmakers inside were alarmed.
One two three four five six…ten.
I burst out laughing as all the lawmakers on Christine’s list, including Saint-Just, were there.
It will save you trouble.
“It’s a big deal that lawmakers who have been through a lot of construction work are gathered together like rats like this.”
There is no one who answers my words.
The laughter deepened when I realized that all of their eyes were fixed on my blood-stained clothes.
“Ha ha ha ha ha. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t blood splattering here.
“It is the blood of the Count of Aquitaine.”
At the mention of the Count of Aquitaine, all members of the council trembled.
The feeling of running while holding a limp body that was completely soaked in blood and lost consciousness comes back to me.
When I remembered the moment when I felt like I had fallen into hell, my mood became even lower.
I made eye contact with each of the lawmakers and then opened my mouth again.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
You guys are good at something.
The cause of revolution and the justice of the republic.
Liberty Equality Fraternity.
Those deceptive actions that make it sound like they are talking about hypocrisy and then condemn everything that they don’t like as the evil of the old system.
As I slowly walked toward the center of the room, the lawmakers retreated to the corners of the room as if to avoid me.
Finally, their leader Saint-Just, who had barely escaped the shock, was the first to speak.
“The Marquis of La Lafayette. What on earth is this? This is ridiculous….”
“What doesn’t make sense?”
“What about people outside of that blood?”
“Ah, you don’t have to worry, I killed all of the councilor’s minions.”
Even at the moment I say that, I feel like my insides are rotting, crumbling, and burning.
There are countless things I would like to say to them.
But I know that it means nothing.
“This is crazy. We will report to the council the Marquis for this outrageous act-”
Saint-Just’s words stopped as I pointed the sword in my hand.
“…That’s strange. “How can a corpse press charges?”
“Huh huh!”
“Hiyi!”
The congressman near the door started running towards the door in a huff and immediately pulled out a dagger and threw it into the congressman’s leg.
“Ahh, my legs, my legs!” “Aaaah!”
I took a slow step and stepped on the dagger stuck in the leg of the congressman who was crunching on the floor.
A terrible scream echoes through the room.
Look, it makes the sound of a pig squeezing its neck.
What’s the use of saying anything to people who aren’t even human?
While all the lawmakers were trembling with their color drained, one member pulled out a pistol and shot.
That futile resistance was just thrown away by my magic power.
“Ah ah….”
As despair appeared on everyone, one of the lawmakers came forward and knelt in front of me.
“Marquis! Please save me! Representative Saint-Just is the instigator of everything! “I was just dragged into this place without knowing anything!”
“Representative Behnach! “What are you talking about!”
“I’m going to live alone! Behnach, the Marquis de Lafayette, was the one who actively supported it. “I didn’t know from the beginning that this was a group that wanted to carry out such a crazy terrorist attack!”
“Ha…”
There was only laughter.
These people denied my past life.
“Where is freedom?”
The people who accused me of plundering the people and executed me tried to massacre the same people by accusing them of being traitors just because they did not comply with their demands.
“What about equality?”
These people were dressed up in fancy clothes and gathered in the mansion they had taken from the nobles to discuss post-mortem measures.
Do those who staged a terrorist attack in the middle of the city, believing that it doesn’t matter how many of Lumiere’s citizens die for their own purposes, truly consider the people equal?
“What about philanthropy?”
Why did those who called for Franzian unity and parliamentary democracy try to kill Christine?
Because she was praised for stabilizing the lives of the citizens of Lumiere, they were unable to control the council as they wished.
Since they could not win with the democracy they praised so much, they borrowed the power of the devils they criticized so much.
-The Marquis’ loyalty and dedication are extremely valuable to those who are encroached by their own idealism and cannot see reality.
I didn’t know.
If it were just me, it might not have mattered.
-What reward is there for the sacrifices made by the Marquis himself and his followers for the fungi that depend on your devotion?
But there were people I was responsible for.
We have tried to join their republic by demanding their sacrifices.
The seeds that Balian planted are digging into the cracks in my heart that I have tried to ignore, but have continued to grow.
-Did the cause that the Marquis pursued with the republican government really achieve something?
Although it may not be the best, for a better future.
That’s how I convinced myself.
Because the Republic won and I lost.
Everything about me was meaningless and they executed me, declaring that freedom, equality and fraternity were right!
That’s why I joined the people who believed in me in order to survive.
I realized that they were actually not just. I also knew that loyalty wasn’t even worth it.
Nevertheless, they say they are loyal to Franzia, not them, and that they are protecting the people of this country.
I came this far by masturbating myself, thinking that at least it was better than just saving my life as a traitor and a trash person.
why? Because I couldn’t possibly understand that the democracy they were singing about was worth it!
I need to at least disguise it as patriotism and impress the people of this country as people I must protect.
You have to do it that way.
At least, unlike my father, who built up his honor by sacrificing the people he was supposed to protect, I was able to convince many people that I would fight to save them!
So what is the result?
Did I and those who followed me receive treatment worthy of their sacrifice?
The vassals who believed in me and gave up their territory even though they shed tears.
Count Lionel could not give up the territory he inherited from his ancestors until the very end.
The image of Christine, drenched in blood and shaking helplessly like a corpse, never leaves my mind.
“Marquis, please. “I didn’t know it would turn out like this. Please help me.”
A livestock whose name was not even worth knowing barked.
“You’ll regret saying that.”
This was the first time I knew that I was a person who could laugh so coldly.
“Because you’ll be begging me to kill you.”
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