41. Honorary Count Deon Hardt (6)
Wow. Wow…. the crown prince is the crown prince after all. To be honest, it’s shit.
Now I see that there is a snake sitting in my stomach. From now on, you shouldn’t even go near the imperial palace.
I was dazed, feeling like a caught fish, but then I felt the harsh gaze of General Nemeseus and quickly nodded.
‘Oh, be scared of that loyalty.’
Who wouldn’t be the first hero of the empire?
His loyalty to the emperor and the imperial family recognized by the emperor was very famous even within the empire.
“Then I guess I’ll just go. Actually, I came out on impulse, so it would be difficult if I stayed away for longer than this. “You don’t have to come out to see me off.”
“Ah yes. Goodbye…”
If the crown prince leaves now, won’t he be left alone with that fearsome general?
I glanced at the man who had been standing like a folding screen while talking with the crown prince.
As expected, a scary expression.
I swallowed dryly for a moment, naturally imagining what the atmosphere would be like after the crown prince left.
It might be better for the crown prince to remain….
“…Go….”
But how dare I hold onto the crown prince of the empire. In the end, I saw him off with tears in my eyes.
The crown prince leaves his seat, and only then does the sturdy man who had been standing motionlessly sit down in the prepared seat.
The expected silence came.
“….”
“….”
I can’t breathe.
Unable to do anything, I just broke into a cold sweat and secretly avoided his eyes that were looking directly at me. I couldn’t help but feel that unpleasant feeling in his gaze.
I don’t know why this person hates me so much.
No, rather than saying I hate it… I should say I loathe it. Anyway, it is clear that this person had negative feelings towards me.
This uncomfortable silence, which seemed to have gotten longer because I couldn’t bring myself to speak out first, was barely broken after several minutes had passed.
“It’s been a while since I said hello like this.”
“Yes that’s right. “General.”
“Are you feeling okay?”
“yes. “I’m fine.”
“then.”
The air has changed. The general’s eyes also changed, as if the trivial conversation was ending here.
He straightens his back. Due to the significant difference in height even when sitting, the height of the gaze naturally changed. A low voice was heard.
“Before I tell you why I came here, just a few questions. “I heard that there was only one captured revolutionary soldier.”
“That’s right.”
“There were three people who attacked.”
“That’s also true.”
“Two of them died.”
I’m a little uneasy…
I feel like I’m being interrogated, but for now, it’s true. I tried to ignore the faint warning from my intuition and nodded.
At that moment, the general’s eyes shone sharply.
“One was reported to have died in an explosion, but the death of the other was ambiguous.”
“…Uh….”
“So, I ask. “How did he die?”
***
Nemeseus looked at Deonhart with sharp eyes, as if he would not miss anything.
His eyes were closer to testing how the other person would respond rather than a pure question.
In fact, the cause is somewhat predictable. I’m just curious about his answer.
Deon Hardt hesitates, as if he is embarrassed. Even that was disgusting, so he narrowed his eyebrows slightly.
Nemeseus is not a narrow-minded person who hates people for no reason. There was good reason for his dislike of Deonhardt.
Who could have seen Deonhardt’s changes in real time during the Eight Years’ War?
Nemeseus has been watching Deonhart since he was not a vanguard.
As such, he was one of the few people who knew the truth about Deonhardt’s extreme personality change
.
‘You can’t just say it at the level of ‘I don’t like it.”
His emotions were as heavy as the weight of the truth.
However, you can’t hate someone who has become a hero forever.
It’s been two years since the war ended, so I came here in person to see if things had gotten better.
“…Unfortunately, I wasn’t there at the time, so I don’t know the details. However, from what I heard, wild dogs bit it.”
──Nothing has changed.
“…is it.”
I got up without any regrets.
Deonhart’s time was still at war and Nemeseus was not one to give second chances.
I solidify the soft feelings I might have had and put an end to the judgments I had been holding off on.
Deon Hardt is a dangerous molecule.
‘You can’t let a guy like this be near your Majesty.’
Is it any wonder that wild dogs exist in the front yard of Count Hart’s residence? I have to say something that makes sense.
As expected, the person who killed him must have been Deon Hart himself.
He probably used his ‘personality’. He has a convenient personality that is always disgusting.
“I get it. “Then let’s go in for our purpose.”
I know he is not evil. I also know that weakness is not a sin.
But didn’t His Majesty also say that?
‘Even if it is the same sin, its weight changes depending on the location, and things that are not generally sins can become sins depending on the location.’
The weakness of those who sit in positions of power becomes a disaster for those below them.
The person who taught this is none other than His Majesty, but how could he keep this guy by his side?
As a knight who served the emperor as his lord, what he could do was extremely limited, so Nemeseus glared at Deonhart, determined to try to persuade him once again.
His eyes were shining coldly as he recited his purpose for coming here for business purposes.
***
Honestly, I was a little embarrassed.
Are you asking about the cause of death of the revolutionary army? From the empire’s point of view, weren’t the revolutionary forces not something that mattered even if they died?
Besides, I don’t know why he died. Later, when I went to the prison and found that there was only one person there, I asked out of curiosity and the only answer I got was, ‘The wild dogs bit me.’
The look in Remembert’s eyes as he said those words was strange, but I didn’t really pay much attention to it.
If there was only one person left to interrogate, such as the death of a revolutionary soldier, no one would care.
That’s probably why Remember didn’t say anything in detail.
The general’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked embarrassed.
With an expression clearly showing my annoyance, I eventually forced my lips to open.
“Unfortunately, I wasn’t there at the time, so I don’t know the details. However, from what I heard, wild dogs bit it.”
“…is it.”
After a short silence, what came back was a simple answer.
The general tilted his head for a moment, feeling as if all sorts of complicated emotions had been compressed, and then the general got up from his seat. I was able to see him as I got up and accidentally set my gaze on him.
His cold, sunken eyes.
…Why on earth?!
“i get it. “Then let’s go in for our purpose.”
I’m embarrassed by his incomprehensible attitude, but I can’t ask because the topic has changed.
Once I closed my mouth, an extremely business-like voice followed.
“Your Majesty wants to take over the revolutionary army you captured. The goal is to identify the revolutionary army’s stronghold and completely eradicate it.”
“Yes…”
“Of course.”
I’m speechless!
“You said you were the one who caught him, so you don’t have to hand him over if you don’t want to. So, the message must have been delivered through a person rather than an edict.”
“…Is that so. It is an honour.”
However, those words were not so meaningful that I had to cut them off.
Since it was said that the emperor wanted to hand it over, I was planning on handing it over without much opposition.
Why would you object to taking a piece of luggage that would not be of much use even if kept locked up? With this, you will be able to buy the Emperor’s favor, so it is more beneficial to give it.
Additionally, whether it’s revenge or complete extermination, the chances of success will be higher if the emperor does it than if I do it myself.
Instead of saying something that hurt my mouth, I pulled the cord in the living room.
“Bring the revolutionary army.”
“no. “Take me to the entrance of the mansion, not here.”
“yes? all right. “Take them to the entrance of the mansion, not here.”
The general walks to the door without any hesitation.
I noticed that it looked like everyone was trying to leave, so I carefully spoke.
“Are you leaving?”
“Because there is no reason to be here anymore.”
“I will see you off to the front door.”
“I know you’re busy.”
A clear refusal. I inwardly shrugged my shoulders and stepped back.
Well, even if I followed, there would be no conversation and only cold air would flow throughout. Moreover, considering the backlog of documents I have to process, sending off is definitely inefficient.
It would be better to take care of one more document with Remember during that time.
Ah, the documents… I feel like the stress is piling up again when I think about it. I’m really going crazy.
“good bye.”
“okay.”
After a dry greeting, the general left the room.
After the door closed, I sank down into the soft sofa as if I had been waiting.
“finished…!”
I thought I was suffocating to death.
If these days repeat themselves every day, I might have a nervous breakdown. No, this is definitely going to happen. It’s strange that it doesn’t work.
After dazing for a while to recover my lost mental strength, I awkwardly got up.
‘I have to go and process all the documents…’
It’s terrible, but there’s no way to avoid it because you’ll only end up with more documents.
Oh, I really don’t want to do this. Should I just go to the devil world?
With a deep sigh, I forced myself to take steady steps.
***
The day passed again, not much different from before, except for the visit of the Crown Prince and General Nemeseus.
…Speak clearly. It ‘was’ flowing.
If it hadn’t been for the knock on the door while I was processing the damn documents, I would have been able to finish today.
Uddangtangtang!
smart.
“Is the Count…”
“Ugh no!!”
“Can’t you let go of this hand?! “You are the ones who started first!”
“Is that all you can do with that? You’re such a petty knight! “What kind of relationship are we having?”
“There’s nothing between us!”
What is this again?
Looking at Remember’s calm smile, I buried my face in my hands.
It looks like there will never be a smooth day in my life.
When I heard the voice, one side seemed to be one of the mad dogs, and the other side sounded like our count’s knight… It
was obvious without even looking at which one was the problem.
‘If I go to the imperial palace, I have to first tell them to return those things. I’m really going to tell you.’
Those murderous knights.
If it weren’t for those guys, there’s no way the count’s knight, who was so quiet as if he wasn’t there, would come to my office.
“come in.”
“No way!”
“Excuse me.”
Suddenly.
The door opens and
Kwaang!
closed.
There was a commotion again outside the door.
“What are you doing?!”
“Are you really trying to tell me?”
“Then you’re going to lie!”
“Miss, okay, we were wrong, so let’s move on just this once.”
“The attitude of apologizing was poor.”
Suddenly.
Suddenly the door opened and a knight came in. And the person being dragged around hanging from that leg… is, of course, a member of the Murderous Order of Knights.
Oh yeah. This situation was fully expected.
‘But I didn’t take this into account.’
I looked at the documents near the door that were being thrown around in a haphazard manner due to the rabid dog’s struggle, and said to Remember, my hand holding the pen trembling.
“…call Lord Lien.”
“All right.”
In the meantime, I think I heard the name Lord Lien.
The guy who was holding the knight’s leg got up and straightened out his white uniform.
But it was already too late. I coldly turned my head and called out to the driver who was watching with a puzzled expression.
“So, what happened…”
“Ah, on behalf of all the knights of the count’s residence, I dare to ask you that I cannot stay with those guys.”
“!?”
Isn’t that too blunt?
It seems like there’s a lot of emotion in what you said before that, don’t you think? Does that mean you hate them that much?
Well, I understand.
“I’m speaking on behalf of the murderous unit, not the knights, but I can’t stay with those sasanim!”
“Then get out.”
“That can’t be possible!”
These bastards can’t be pretty even if they try.
Is Lord Lien still there? I want to drag this guy out quickly.
Oh, I’m a bit curious about what he did before that makes the knights say he can’t be with me. I looked at the article again.
His name was probably Cain. …right?
“Lord Cain.”
“Yes, Count.”
Fortunately, it seems to be correct.
“What did they do?”
His face, which had been impressed by the fact that he remembered his name, suddenly became distorted.
When I was startled by his demon-like expression, he changed his expression and said in an angry voice that he was rude.
“They ate all of the Count’s knights’ share of the meal.”
“…hmm?”
