235. Butterfly Effect (3)
Dan nodded.
“Yes, I think so too.”
“But… your senior is not the kind of person who should quit his position…”
Deon tilted his head.
He was a person who hung on to dignity and honor more than anyone else. All of this must have originated from the disgust of being ‘illegitimate’ and ‘half-noble’.
It was clearly said that he was ‘wandering around the continent, seeking the lowest places.’ If any monarch was in their right mind, they wouldn’t waste their precious manpower on something like that, so this can be interpreted to mean that they don’t belong. In other words, if the person behind the rumor is really a stigma, it means that he or she has abandoned the title of nobleman.
‘That Stigma Primiro gave up his title?’
Deon thought for a moment and shook his head.
“Isn’t it just a rumor or a different hero?”
“First of all, this is not a rumor. There were many testimonies from eyewitnesses. The possibility of it being another hero is… not entirely non-existent, but honestly, it’s a remote possibility. Green hair isn’t that common. It was even said that the rumored hero had an elegance that could not be hidden in his actions…”
“You are a senior.”
When you think of ‘elegance’, it’s stigma premium.
This much cannot be denied. Although he admitted it hesitantly, Deon expressed doubts about the incomprehensible situation.
“Why did you abandon your noble title…?”
“I don’t know, but he probably has something in mind. For example… aiming for greater honor so that titles and such don’t really matter.”
“…Greater honor?”
“Yes, honestly, the empire is collapsing. If I were to remain in a place like that, I would only be a ‘hero of a ruined country’. “Do you think he would be satisfied with just that much?”
“Of course… if you are a senior, you are someone who will move to leave behind an honor that will not be forgotten even after death.”
In the past, especially in times of war, ruined countries are not noticed by people and are easily forgotten. Even if it were an emperor, a mere hero would be forgotten without even leaving a name.
If it was Stigma Primero, it might have been because he didn’t like this and left the place.
It’s credible. He stroked his chin and nodded in understanding.
Dan added with a grin.
“Actually, other than that, I can’t think of any reason why he would abandon his status as a nobleman.”
“…That’s right.”
I’ve thought about it too, but I can’t think of a more credible hypothesis than what Dan said.
…Well, that’s not important right now. Anyway, let’s leave aside the hypotheses that aren’t even certain.
‘It’s true that Stigma Primiro is wandering the continent.’
Thanks to this, one method came to mind. It was a thought that came to me without much thought, so Deon immediately opened his mouth and shared his thoughts, as if he might have forgotten them while he was distracted for a moment.
“…8th Corps Commander Hel, no matter what happens, it doesn’t change the fact that we have to send it to the human world, so how about sending it to the walls of the mountain kingdom, which is said to be delayed, and sort it out through your senior?”
“It certainly seems like he could kill the commander of the 8th Corps who has been freed from restrictions, but… will he really do what we want?”
“It’s going to move. Would a person who left his position for greater honor miss the opportunity to kill the commander of the corps? “If you give me a stage, I will be happy to get on it.”
Even if that’s not the case, it’s enough to make it move.
His tone was filled with confidence, as if he was certain.
When I say what comes to mind, I feel like my jumbled thoughts are being organized properly. Deon continued muttering as if he were talking to himself.
“The 8th Legion is a shield unit, so instead of sending support with Hel, it would be better to leave it behind in the Demon King’s Castle… Instead, you could just send a general unit along with it. After all, the key is the 8th Corps commander. “You know your whereabouts, right?”
“First of all, we are aware of the village where we are staying. “It’s difficult to even make eye contact, let alone make contact.”
“He’s a hero, so he’ll easily get rid of those clingy eyes. “That’s enough.”
Anyway, the only place to stay is an inn. If the situation is not favorable, you are not the kind of person who would insist on staying on the street where there is an inn. Especially since he is a ‘hero’ who can overcome and avoid anyone who comes, there would be no reason for the inn to avoid him.
However, if anyone tries to contact you, they will definitely avoid you, and I cannot go there in person, as I am attracting attention in both the demon world and the human world… “Tell this to all the inn owners in the village where you are staying
. If you see an elegant man with a dignified posture and speaking style, please pass on a message. “If you give them money, everyone will do it.”
“What is the message?”
“Well… I shouldn’t be too explicit…”
Knock knock. My index finger tapped my thigh.
“… A shadow will be cast in front of the lantern that is standing in a place where the wind is blowing, and only you can remove it… I wonder if it is good enough.”
“All right. “I will tell you that.”
“Ah, at the end, let me add that it is a favor and a gift from an ugly junior. “You know that you have to move secretly, right?”
“Of course.”
Dan grinned.
“I will perform perfectly this time too.”
***
It was soon time to leave this village.
I’m confident I won’t get caught, but avoiding it itself is quite annoying. Stigma, remembering the eyes that had been watching me not long ago, rummaged through his pockets to pay.
At some point, I guess I gave up and the number of eyes looking at me decreased, but it’s still annoying. Considering that there were people from the Empire waiting inside the inn, Stigma couldn’t ignore the possibility that something worse could happen, so he decided to leave the village before it became even more annoying.
…however.
“What are you doing when you’re not receiving it?”
Why is the inn owner looking so intently?
The sight of him looking at me without taking any money is quite annoying, so I frown. When I couldn’t wait and tried to withdraw my hand, he snatched it away. Stigma let out a laugh.
“What kind of trick is this?”
Only then did the guy who was quietly looking at me open his mouth.
“… I was wondering how to tell the difference since he was said to be an elegant man, but… I can definitely tell when I see him in person…” “
….”
Although he is talking to himself, it is clearly aimed at me. Stigma closed his mouth.
It appears that someone had asked the innkeeper to deliver words or goods. Well, if you’ve been avoiding him that much, it’s normal to know that he won’t meet you in person. It seems that the other side also compromised by taking a step back.
The sharp boundaries have softened slightly. Whether he knew it or not, the inn owner spoke to him to fulfill his request.
“Someone asked me to tell you something. “There will be a shadow cast in front of the lantern that is standing in a place where the wind is blowing, and only you can remove it.”
“….”
“I also added that it was a favor and a gift from an ugly junior.”
“…under.”
The catch was quick.
You seem like a cheeky junior. A smile appeared on Stigma’s lips.
“Thank you for telling me.”
Detailed analysis can be done later.
Stigma had no reason to stay any longer, saying he would give them money, so he just walked out the door to get away from the persistent and annoying gaze.
He walked, avoiding the eyes that were looking for me, and when he arrived at a deserted place, he finally stopped and began to think over the message.
‘…It is a lamp that holds on in a place where the wind blows.’
Since it is not a face-to-face conversation, there is a close to 100% chance that the words will leak out, so I think I conveyed it in a slightly twisted way. It is not difficult to interpret whether it is unfortunate or fortunate.
Usually, ‘a light before the wind’ means a situation in which one is placed in a very precarious position.
It’s not just a wind, it’s a ‘whirling’ wind, so it must be a very dangerous or violent situation. Stigma easily recalled the country of Sanguine, which was being targeted intensively by the Demon World.
‘There’s a shadow in front of him…’
Have reinforcements departed from the Demon World?
They pointed at me and said, ‘Only you can get rid of it,’ so it seems like there was a corps commander among them. And not just an average guy, but a particularly strong guy.
Former Emperor Edoard was also said to have been pushed aside by Desert, but that was only because he was special. Stigma was the strongest among heroes. This level of confidence was natural.
‘In that case, the candidate would be the 1st or 3rd corps commander, or a corps commander who made a contract with a human.’
The words added at the end, “a request and a gift from an ugly junior,” convey the hope that the person who asked for this message is Deon Hart and that it will be listened to and not ignored.
He read the meaning without difficulty and smiled softly, as if he were arrogant. A warm breeze passed over his always cold and aristocratic face.
“Yes… It means that they want me to make a move to the point where they even bring up the senior/junior relationship.”
It is difficult to view Deon Hardt’s message as a complete gift.
It is true that he moves for the sake of honor, but in the current situation, he wants to avoid being tied down by those in power. That’s why he didn’t go to crucial places where his name could be widely known.
My junior, I guess he included the word ‘please’ with this in mind. It’s so quirky and cute that you can’t help but look at it.
“Okay, junior. “I will especially listen to you.”
Anyway, at the end, when we meet again, I’ll end up doing something I’ll be sorry for, so if I think about that, there’s nothing I can’t do.
No, on the contrary, this alone is not enough to replace it.
Stigma began to move again, vowing to find something to replace the apple until the day we met again.
‘…For greater honor.’
There is a common misunderstanding among those who have a vague understanding of Stigma Primiro.
Stigma is not an obsession with ‘noble titles.’ It may have been like that at first, but as time went by and I started to look further, I only held it in my hand because it was a proof of my ‘honor’.
The name ‘stigma’, a title that was a stain on my family, along with my origins as an ‘illegitimate child’, made me obsessed with ‘honor’ that would exalt my name.
In other words, for him, who designed a way to leave his name and honor even after death, his current title of nobility may be a bit of a waste, but it is something he can throw away at any time when necessary.
‘If only to stamp my name in the history of this continent.’
Once you get to where the battle is going on, you’ll know what to do.
For the sake of my unfortunate, lovely, and sorry junior, he chose an unwilling location as his destination.
***
“It will be over in an instant…”
8th Corps Commander Hel mutters despondently. Deon, who had been listening quietly, tilted his head.
who?
“…Of course I…”
Was it you?
What should I do if he behaves like this on the day he goes out to battle? His adjutant seemed to think the same thing and hurriedly patted his back.
“Hel, you will do well.”
“I’m not confident I’ll do well….”
“Why would you do that when you’re so talented?”
“I don’t know… Is it okay for someone like me to take on such an important mission?…”
My self-esteem is sinking into the ground. Hel’s adjutant, Nine, sighed carefully so as not to be noticed by his delicate superior.
Deon is also seeing this situation, and it is particularly severe today. Is it because it is the most important mission I have ever received?
What should I do with this? He sighed and looked up, and in his eyes he saw the adjutant of the 12th Corps commander passing by, looking for his superior.
“Didn’t I tell you to please think twice before you speak! If that doesn’t work, I advised him to just keep his mouth shut. But what if you do that in front of another corps commander? “I took it as an argument and almost got into a fight!”
“….”
“Oh my, you’re not even answering anymore! “I’m going to quit as an adjutant…”
“I’m sorry…”
“I can’t hear you.”
“sorry!”
Dahar, the adjutant of the 12th Corps commander who was pounding his chest, suddenly turned his eyes to the gaze he felt. He made eye contact with the adjutant of the 8th Corps commander who was comforting his superior.
It was easy to understand each other’s situation.
Sympathetic eye contact was exchanged.
‘…You’ve been through a lot.’
‘That one too….’
