episode_0007

Throughout the dance, noble family members flocked to me like bees to impress me. It was natural. At the young age of 24, he was appointed to a high position as the next commander of the Northern Army, so it was judged that he was a new power in the imperial army.

I quickly ran home from countless requests to shake hands. I was far from a popular person in the past, and I was not good at remembering people’s faces, so I felt very uncomfortable in this situation.

When I returned to the family mansion in the evening, I saw a strange scene. A skinny man with dead eyes was sitting on a bench, staring blankly at the sky.

‘Judging by his nice clothes, he seems to be a nobleman… ‘

What I realized in this era was that in most cases, one’s identity could be determined by one’s clothes. Even if commoners have a lot of money, they do not necessarily wear noble clothes.

“Who is that person?”

I asked the servant. Then the attendant was astonished.

“Georges! Do you really mean what you say?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you Pierre, Georges’ younger brother?”

Pierre… Are there any characters like that? But why are you doing that?

When I asked, the situation was like this. Georges and Pierre were competing for the right to inherit the family, but when Georges was appointed commander-in-chief of the Northern Army, they took a big hit. Pierre, who was his rival, seemed to have lost everything and lost his mind. These days, I can’t speak well.

Thinking that this was all because of my coming, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I urged the coachman to quickly pass by. Then, a middle-aged man was seen coming out of the main gate of the mansion. I vaguely knew who the man was. Guillaume Brestmeier. He is my father and the Duke of the Arcadian Empire.

An ordinary physique, gray hair, stubborn eyebrows and sharp eyes. I was able to find out about the duke’s appearance right away because I had asked the servant several times in advance.

“Father.”

I greeted Guillaume according to the etiquette of a nobleman that I had learned in advance, but Guillaume neither accepted the greeting nor turned away, but just quietly watched me and said:

“You’ll be tired, so let’s go home early. I have work to do tomorrow.”

“It’s something that needs to be done?”

Instead of answering my question, he quietly turned away. It seemed that the relationship between father and son was not friendly.

And the next day, over several days, the place Duke Guillaume was taken to was the Brestmire family’s territory, quite far from the capital.

Over the course of dozens of days, the duke taught me in detail about various parts of the territory and also taught me in detail about the territory’s defense facilities and tactics. And then he said this.

“In a few more years, when I grow old, it will be your territory to protect. Please be aware of this in advance.”

Since he is the eldest son, it would be natural for him to inherit the estate. At first, I thought he was saying something obvious, but it wasn’t until later that I realized what he meant. On this day, the duke made a declaration. He said that he would pass on all his estates to Georges Brestmeier rather than to his other sons.

I didn’t even know that and just nodded my head. If I had known the true meaning behind those words, I would have at least said thank you. However, the duke did not specifically point out that point. The fact that he did not bother to say thank you seemed to the duke to be serious or reticent.

After the time between father and son had passed, when they returned to the capital, an untimely festival was taking place there. It wasn’t particularly harvest season, and I’d never heard of a festival being held during this time, so I stopped by the merchants who were busy preparing for the festival and asked.

“What festival is taking place?”

“It is not a festival, but an execution ceremony.”

Death penalty? Was there such a thing? Upon closer examination, it seemed that the execution ceremony was a festival-like concept held to coincide with the execution of a serious criminal who had shaken the very existence of the empire.

“The imperial guys also have very vicious tastes… ”

Killing a person and having a festival over it was something that modern people could not understand. After muttering to myself so that no one could hear, I took the knights and headed to the bustling square.

In the square, none other than Reinhard von Eppenstein, the leader of the rebel army I had captured, was having his thighs pricked with an iron with his mouth shut. Every time Eppenstein covered his mouth and screamed in frustration, the people of the empire were cheering.

“It really stinks… ”

Even though it was a pre-modern era with nothing to do, I felt like I was losing my affection for the country called the Empire. The moment he shook his head and was about to leave because he didn’t want to see any more, the gag covering Reinhard von Eppenstein’s mouth was removed.

“Huh?”

What are you trying to do this time? And I looked again. Then, the executioner shouted this in an exaggerated, theatrical tone, making the square echo loudly.

“ Reinhard von Effenstein, the vicious rebel leader who has rebelled against the Empire for five generations! Your and the Effenstein family’s sins finally end here! Even though you deserve to die painfully because you have committed many sins, if you beg for mercy from the Empire like a bug, then thanks to His Majesty’s mercy, I will kill you without pain! Beg for mercy now!”

I wondered what he was doing, and it seemed like he was trying to humiliate Eppenstein. To be honest, I felt uncomfortable, but curiosity outweighed that. Effenstein does not die here in the original history. He is a stubborn and powerful warrior who has survived for a long time and tenaciously resists the empire. Would such a warrior really beg for mercy? Or will you protect your pride until the end? I was curious because it was a scene that did not appear in the game. and…

“Now… ”

Effenstein finally opened his mouth. However, due to the harsh torture, his voice was so quiet that it could not resonate in the square.

“What? It’s so small I can’t hear it! Speak louder!”

“Now, now… ”

“Bigger! I can’t hear you!”

“Ja, Ja, Rain… ”

“Mercy? Did you say mercy? Shout louder! So that everyone here can hear!”

But the next moment. An unexpected thing happened to the executioner. Eppenstein began shouting in a loud voice that echoed throughout the square, as if he had been whispering in a low voice.

“Even if I fall here, let Effenstein’s blood destroy the empire!”

“This is crazy!”

“Even if I fall here, let Effenstein’s blood destroy the empire!”

“Shut up that damn bastard!”

The soldiers quickly rushed in and tried to cover Eppenstein’s mouth with a cloth, but Eppenstein struggled with his last remaining strength and screamed.

“Even if I fall here, let Effenstein’s blood destroy the empire!”

“This, you son of a bitch! Don’t think about dying comfortably!”

Eppenstein’s limbs were finally tied and his mouth was covered again, but Eppenstein’s cries had already spread throughout the square. The citizens of the square were discussing with each other with puzzled expressions, wondering, ‘Is there any more blood left in the Effenstein family?’

The executioner could not hide his frustration. The picture he drew was not like this. I wanted to create a scene where the dignified leader of the rebels, who must have been tortured enough, humbly begs for a painless death. I wanted to show off my competence by showing that scene to all citizens.

But something unexpected happened. There were people like superhumans in the world. Eppenstein’s mental strength was on a completely different level from that of ordinary people, and his heart was still unbroken despite the harsh torture that ordinary people could not endure.

“That’s really fucked up… ”

The executioner thought. Now that things have come to this, there will no longer be any nobles who will entrust work to him. Maybe I’ll rot in a dungeon because I didn’t finish the job properly.

“If this happens, I will give you hell… ”

In that case, he was an executioner who thought that he would take even Eppenstein, who caused him trouble, to hell. but…

-Jump, jerk.

Someone walked up to the podium from the square. At first, I tried to send soldiers to chase him away, but the armor he was wearing and his aura made him look like he wasn’t an ordinary person, so I decided to ask his identity first.

“Who are you… ?”

“He is the commander of the Northern District Army.”

“Georges Brestmaier… ?”

Instead of answering, the man nodded slightly. And then he came over to Effenstein.

“Do not approach. This is an imperial event. No matter how much he is the commander of the Northern Army, he has the authority to do this… ”

“Effenstein was at least a warrior. I didn’t one-sidedly harass a non-resistance person like you.”

Then he took out the sword from his waist and slowly and deeply stabbed Effenstein in the neck. It was a very slow action, but no one could stop it.

That day, rumors circulated in the square. It was a rumor that Georges Brestmaier, the defender of the empire, killed the leader of the rebel army, Reinhard von Eppenstein, with his own hands.

—–

Meanwhile, Lee Si-hyeon felt like she was going crazy.

No matter how bad the relationship between the imperial army and the rebels is, it is natural that modern people cannot help but hate this kind of torture show. So, he deliberately went up to the stage and killed Reinhardt with one blow. It was the bare minimum of courtesy to a man whose fate had been twisted because of him.

However, the scene was dramatized quite a bit, perhaps because it was perceived differently by people, with Lee Si-hyun killing Effenstein and saying, “The empire will not fall…” I will protect it] or [Brestmire’s protection is stronger than Eppenstein’s curse… ] It was as if the same line was spoken by a second-year middle school soldier.

I just wanted to ease Effenstein’s pain, but I was embarrassed by the unexpected results.

As I was drinking alone with that thought in mind, an attendant spoke to me.

“Mr. Georges. A noble lady wants to meet you.”

“Oh, sorry, I’m a little busy… ”

There have been a lot of requests like this recently. Since he is destined to become a powerful figure in the imperial army and has become a hot topic in Chang’an, countless requests for handshakes do not stop.

“Then do you want to be bitten?”

“Okay. Please tell me to visit again next time.”

After saying that and drinking again, I felt a commotion outside the room. When I went out to see what was going on, I saw a familiar face pushing the soldiers and yelling at them.

“Why on earth won’t you meet me! Do you know how hard I worked!”

“Katharina von Edelhardt?”

Katarina von Edelhardt was originally destined to become Vinnet Franz’s agent. However, due to my appearance, he was a person who decided to join hands with the central nobles. The moment he made eye contact with me, he suddenly calmed down as if he had just made a fuss and said this with a smile on his face.

“What on earth are you doing? Do you know how difficult it was to get it resolved?”

“A settlement?”

She approached me and made a whispering gesture. When I lent my ear, he whispered something like this.

“The execution ceremony prepared by the imperial family was canceled midway through. Do you know who fixed this?”

“Surely that one?”

She nodded.

“You almost died. I wish I wasn’t there.”

“What does that mean?”

“Do you feel like talking now?”

It seems like it costs a little bit.