Chapter 24

Chapter 24

24. Lucian Belmore (1)

At noon when the sunlight settled languidly,

─Kwaaaang!

Suddenly a roar echoed in the front yard of the Belmore family.

“Kyaaak!”

At the heavy vibration as if lightning fell from the clear sky, not only the servants who were catching their breath,

“Huk···!”

The Baron Belmore and his two sons who were inside the mansion were also surprised enough for their souls to leave.

How strong the impact was, to the extent that the window of the office located on the 3rd floor rattled.

The Baron Belmore who had been frozen as if cold water was poured exhaled the held breath only after the vibration subsided.

“W-what on earth is this···.”

Fear settled in the confused pupils.

It was more so because his fief was adjacent to the Great Forest.

Even otherwise weren’t rumors circulating that the fairies of the Great Forest were trying to start a war because of the kidnapped fairy.

“I-I will confirm immediately.”

The old butler standing next to him said in a similarly trembling voice then turned his back. The door opened at that moment.

“There is no need for that.”

A dry but polite voice. An unfamiliar person’s appearance was imprinted on the two people’s retinas.

The old knight who neatly combed back the half-white hair, Drenor Vinter.

‘T-then that sound just now···?’

When the hem of the cloak engraved with a blue eagle hawk fluttered, the black iron sword that the Margrave of Bromwood personally gifted faintly revealed its appearance.

Those two things were symbols that clearly showed the difference in position between the two nobles Belmore and Vinter.

For Belmore who is in a vassal relationship for the 3rd generation even one blue eagle hawk had never been allowed.

But the problem now is not such a thing.

What is the reason that Drenor Vinter who is the count’s hands and feet, and famous for being gentle is acting so outrageously suddenly.

─Gulp···.

The heart of Baron Belmore who instinctively felt a sense of crisis started pounding.

“Sir Vinter, what is this sudden matter, first e-explanation···.”

It was the reason he could not even raise his voice once even with the one who suddenly bombed the front yard in front.

Drenor who walked without hesitation as much as the unwavering gaze nodded his head shortly.

“I will ask only one, baron. Look at my eyes without wavering and answer.” “W-what are you saying.” “Did you instigate the kidnapping of the fairy-kin, Baelonian Lunagrif?”

···Ah, he was now to the extent that even the crotch of his pants would get wet.

He doesn’t know what is what but it seemed his family was pointed as the behind. There is also clearly clear evidence of involvement.

Otherwise there is no way the one acting as proxy for the count’s will would come out like this.

The biggest thing is the point that the baron himself also has something he guesses.

‘Lucian···!’

Lucian Belmore.

His second son who had been rising in the servants’ mouths from some point and grating the nerves finally caused an accident.

Lucian and the family.

In an instant the baron finished the calculation. It did not even go up on the scale of choice.

“It is absurd words.”

The baron who answered without wavering continued.

“······But I cannot say that our family is not involved. Is my guess correct?”

Drenor Vinter nodded his head shortly.

“There was the testimony of the person concerned that Giles the guard and apprentice knight of Lucian Belmore, and four others kidnapped the fairy-kin. Now he killed twenty-two of the count’s elite soldiers and failed in the attempt to seize the fairy-kin being transported and is fleeing.” “Oh my god···.”

···Oh Luminas, look down and examine.

“What, what, should I do.”

Falling out of the count’s eyes is already a foregone conclusion.

To even attach the family line, he had to read the old knight’s heart.

If he truly intended to overturn the Belmore family he would not charge in like this but formally bring soldiers and restrain and put on trial.

“First take your second young master and investigate─” “Do so!”

The answer came back even before Drenor’s words ended.

“I, I, Cressian Belmore as the head of the Belmore family from this time strip all privileges as a noble of Lucian Belmore, and expel from the family name!”

Drenor Vinter’s white eyebrows twitched. Baron Belmore who saw him shouted at the butler standing awkwardly.

“Allen what are you doing! Hurry and catch that shameless guy and bring him!” “Yes, yes···!”

As a result there was no need for that.

His two sons surprised by the roar were already watching all the situation from the door of his office.

When the old butler opened the door, Lucian Belmore with an expression as if the world collapsed stepped back.

“F-father, I···.” “Shut your mouth.”

Baron Belmore who sharply shouted looked at Drenor.

“Dispose as you please. I will go see the count right away.” “······.”

Drenor Vinter who had been looking at the baron with strange eyes nodded his head shortly and tucked the child in the side.

A storm passed.

“Father···!”

When the baron who lost strength staggered greatly as if about to collapse, the eldest son of the Belmore family hurriedly supported him and stood.

Just now, the existence of the Belmore family almost disappeared.

“······.”

Even a bolt from the clear sky was less terrifying than this.

***

─Up to here was the circumstances of the second young master of the Belmore family kidnapping incident.

“Actually there was no need to bring him this far, but in this situation entrusting the disposition to you also does not seem bad.”

Benrik looked at the old knight with an absurd expression.

So, what he is saying now is this.

He went to grasp the responsibility but ended up receiving the body. After pondering what to do with the guy who lost house and family in an instant he decided to hand over to you who suffered the greatest hardship from this incident, that.

“Whether kill, or spare, or thoroughly beat and throw out, or use as a servant do as you please.”

Benrik was embarrassed by such a conversation on the first meeting, and wondered what on earth this is saying.

Before that is it okay to entrust the disposition of a noble to a mere commoner and only thirteen years old himself?

“It doesn’t matter.” “······.”

Drenor Vinter was a completely different person from Benrik’s expectation.

Based on Jenkinson’s reaction he vaguely recalled a human image like Gerik who is rugged and simple and ignorant with no communication, but it was not.

The Drenor Vinter Benrik experienced in a short time was,

Gentle but with a lot of playfulness,

Seems like a philanthropist full of recognition but strangely cold, seems like a noble but like a mercenary person.

What kind of words like a burning snowball is this but it really was so.

“Just in case I ask, do I have the right to choose?” “Hehe, you are asking the obvious.”

He says while bringing the tea with warm steam rising to the area around the mouth.

“There isn’t.”

I have to add one evaluation.

“What you have is only the right of disposition. If it is really burdensome rather throw him in the maze forest somewhere in the Great Forest, do so.”

Not Gerik but like Gerik.

“···First I will have a bit of conversation.”

***

Hodge who was quietly looking at the door Benrik left asked.

“It seems too heavy a burden.” “Well, would it be heavier than you.” “Yes?” “How many kilos do you weigh?”

An out-of-the-blue question. Hodge who was tilting his head answered.

“Well, wouldn’t it be about a hundred kilos.” “That child?” “Hmm···.” “When I lifted it seemed it wouldn’t even go out 40 kilos.” “···Is that so?” “Yes, with that body he dragged you from the scene. For several hours without even resting. Persistently.”

Drenor Vinter recalled the time he first saw the child a few days ago at dawn.

The time he who left the border outpost discovered the child was the point when the dim dawn was brightening.

Far, he saw the child walking from the end of the horizon with a blue tint.

The first thing that came to mind was a question.

‘How?’

Didn’t the princess Baelonian clearly say, the child sent herself to the outpost and went to Giles.

‘How did he survive?’

Drenor strengthened his eye power with mana. Because he thought Giles putting the child in front might be nearby.

Giles was not there.

What was there was only the child and the fainted mercenary being dragged by the child’s hand.

The child’s appearance was fully reflected in the strengthened vision.

The hand gripping the robe hem and the convulsing muscles, the steps stepping with difficulty, the eyes with burst capillaries, and the blood water falling along the chewed mouth corner.

“······.”

Even so not even one painful expression was seen. He did not stop either.

‘Hmm···?’

The child’s lips moved.

─Why? Why didn’t I doubt?

The reflection that started with a question was filled with resentment. At the end it became longing.

─I need strength.

The before and after circumstances cannot be known, but why the child reached such a conclusion was clear.

The child possessed everything.

Motive, obsession, will.

The wish being fulfilled is a matter of time. And Vinter knew better than anyone.

What the path those who grasped strength based on anger usually dye with.

“It is a good opportunity to confirm that.”

At the end of the story Hodge’s expression darkened.

“Benrik is a kind child.”

“I know.”

But, the world was harsher to such people.

“Being kind does not mean not getting angry.”

***

Lucian Belmore.

Indeed, it was a kid bastard as expected.

To the extent that he inwardly understood why the apprentice knight sang ‘I will cut the throat.’ ‘I will certainly cut.’ while obsessing over the boy even in that situation.

“Step back! I said step back!”

─Thud!

“Ak! D-dare to touch a noble’s body! Even so···!”

How can each and every word call a beating like this, to the extent of being amazing.

“Stop hitting! I am Lucian Belmore! A noble! Dare to touch a noble’s body, unless you are crazy wanting to die···!” “What do you want me to do? I am a princess. What do I know of humans’ statuses?”

The girl who tied the waving silver hair together and fixed it swung the club once more.

He wondered if strength would be loaded on the slender physique.

─Whooong!

It was loaded properly.

─Smack! “Aak!”

Wow how does such strength come out from those slender arms.

When Benrik was admiring Baan who had been continuing the threshing for a while bent her waist and gasped.

“Huu, huu···. Now this body is tired···. Benrik, you take over···.”

Honestly he had the thought of thoroughly beating a bit.

“The bone, the bone seems broken···.”

Seeing that appearance he was not particularly inclined.

Still.

“It’s better than dying.”

It was twenty-two.

The number of escort soldiers who died because of this guy whose blood hasn’t even dried on the head.

Benrik recalled the faces of the soldiers who tried to protect himself and Baan even at the moment they sensed the crisis.

They were all people who lived doing their best with pride in their own duties.

Those dozens of lives vanished vainly in an instant.

“···Thinking about it I get angry.”

It was when Benrik was pondering while looking at the club.

“A commoner, casual speech···?”

But this bastard really···.

“I don’t know if you know but the sir gave me the right of your disposition. It means killing you or sparing you is my freedom.” “Don’t make me laugh, to a mere commoner, the authority to dispose of this me···!” “Well, there is.” “······Don’t cut the words, ignorant bastard. I am Lucian Belmore, the second son of the Belmore family. It means my birth is different from something like you. Therefore according to legitimate procedures, there is the right to receive a trial.” “You are not a noble now. Your father said he expelled you.” “···What?”

Lucian could not understand the meaning of the words for a moment.

‘Expelled?’

It means it was not words said because angry? Really, he erased the name···?

“You are not Belmore now, it is the crime of impersonating a noble.”

Can those two things Lucian and Belmore be separated? Since birth not even once, not even once had he thought about it.

The biggest and sturdiest foundation that makes up Lucian was broken.

“I, I then···.” “Yes. Just a homeless orphan.”

Fear settled in the brown eyes.

“······Are you going to kill me?”

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