episode_0067

to be honest.

When I first sparred with Seria, I couldn’t help but think that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t beat the second grader.

Of course, this does not mean that Seria is weak. Among first-year students, excluding myself, Hermel, and the crown prince, he has the skill level of a handful.

But the real problem was that even though it was a skill that was very common among first-year students, it was not at a level that could be applied to second-year students.

So later, I was thinking of using the power of my family to crush my senior and my entire family… … .

“Ha… … . ha… … .”

‘I never thought it would grow this much in just 4 weeks… … .’

Human growth is difficult to achieve in a short period of time. It is by no means impossible, but it is certainly difficult.

In order to grow so quickly, you first need talent that will reach the sky, you need undying passion and constant effort, and you also need a good teacher.

These are things I never had before.

“Just one more time!”

“Yes.”

Talent? He is a character who only knows how to laugh with the power of his family on his back. What talent could a character like that have?

Passion and effort? When we are so busy trying to survive, where can we find the passion to devote ourselves to something? How can I put in effort when the fear that I might die tomorrow morning is holding me back?

There are a lot of bastards who only look at my body and family name, but is there a good teacher among them?

“Kkeuch… … ! little bit more… … !!”

“Yes, that’s how deep it goes. Going further away is at a disadvantage to you, so stay as close as possible and make it impossible for you to swing your sword.”

does not exist. there’s nothing.

I just crawled up here using the accumulated time as stairs.

What moved me was not passion, but the primal instinct of not wanting to die.

What got me up wasn’t the effort, but the fear that I might die if I stopped here.

What raised me was the stubbornness to preserve my own life no matter what other people did.

“Haaap!!”

“The attack is too honest.”

For me, my teacher was death, and as I overcame it and stood up, my twisted and broken mind and soul became a talent that could skillfully overcome the curse.

I literally learned cold weapons such as swords, spears, and axes ‘through my body.’

This is not a sparring match, but a real fight where you could die if you are not careful.

“Ahh!!”

“The other person doesn’t stop just because you’re in pain. Move!”

I envy you.

I envy you for being infinitely positive. I feel so bad for you for trying to follow me when you haven’t walked even half of the path I’ve built.

I envy your steely will to move forward without giving up no matter how hard or painful it is. I envy your noble spirit that rises higher the more it gets hit by storms.

With that will and spirit, you will achieve what you desire. We will get a happy ending where everyone will be happy. No matter what happens, at the end of it all, you will get what you want.

“Aaaah!!”

“Be quiet during a surprise attack. Are you going to let everyone know that you’re attacking?”

But that wouldn’t be fair. It wouldn’t be fair for you to get what I tried several times and failed, but in just one attempt.

I’m in this much pain and suffering, but you shouldn’t be able to find happiness.

“Quaaaat!”

“That’s it for today. It’s a duel the day after tomorrow, so it’s better not to overdo it.”

So, I will beat you thoroughly. I will gnaw away like a bug the happy ending you want.

When you harvest the ripe fruit with “Happy Ending” written on it and take a bite, let your mouth be filled with reality that is not like sweet juice but like rotten pus.

Everyone you care about will die, and the kingdom you love to protect will fall at the hands of the mob.

Even if you work hard to stop the mob, the kingdom, which is completely rotten from the inside out by then, will collapse on its own before you can even do anything about it.

“Good job.”

Because I’m going to make it that way.

“Yes… … !”

I smiled as I saw Ceria nodding her head.

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After returning to the room and confirming that no one was in the room, I opened the drawer at my seat and took out a letter sealed with sealing wax.

The emblem stamped on the sealing wax is an eagle wearing a crown. It was a letter from the family.

“Is this a greeting letter?”

I sent a letter around this time in the last episode as well. The contents were all similar.

After thinking for a moment, I took out a paper knife, ripped open the envelope, and took out the letter.

The letter, which began with the words “To my beloved Charlotte,” contained content that was not much different from what I remembered.

Most of the questions were trivial, starting with whether the food was good for you, whether you had any difficulties, what happened to your friendship, etc.

“Um… … .”

As I was roughly flipping through the letter, the handwriting changed drastically starting from the third page. It was a letter from my mother.

I’m guessing this is similar, so I’m just skimming through it. Something different from what I remembered caught my eye.

[――Your father must have asked you a lot about life at the academy, so I won’t ask you the same question, but I will tell you a little about what happened in the family.]

I chuckled at the letter, which was my first time seeing it in this episode, and sat down and read the letter slowly.

[First, it would be better to talk about it after you leave for the Academy. Charles, the mansion has become really quiet since you left for the Academy. It was originally quiet, but it felt a bit chilly. It felt like the mansion had cooled down, like silence in the middle of winter. It’s new, but I can feel your empty space like this.]

After I came out, the mansion became quiet… … . Do it. Now that I no longer have an older sister who gets on my nerves just by her presence, it’s worth giving my younger brother some hysterics.

Well, that wasn’t the only reason my younger brother became quiet.

I chuckled as I remembered my younger brother locked in his room, studying the medicine the matriarch was taking.

The content of narcotics in the medicine the head of the family takes is really very small. It is a very small amount, less than 5 percent.

Of course, I plan to increase it gradually, but whether the drug content increases or decreases, there is no way my younger brother will be able to notice it.

I wonder how much a kid who is just starting to learn pharmacy can do, even if he is not a genius pharmacist like no other in the world.

In addition, when I entered Sarah’s body, I made a small error that was not noticeable in my younger brother’s research. As you continue to research, rather than finding the answer, you will only get further and further away from it.

“Hehe.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I thought about my younger brother tripping and stumbling around.

Ah, pitiful. No matter how hard you try, you don’t get rewarded. Is there anyone who is this pitiful?

I chuckled and read the next part of the letter.

[And I’m worried that your father has become addicted to wine these days. He usually drinks a glass of wine every time he eats, but today, at dinner, he drank wine repeatedly. He also cared for you very much, so maybe it was because he was worried about you… … . I can’t help but be worried.]

hmm. This is a little surprising. After ordering the narcotic nutritional supplement for the head of the household, I haven’t mixed the drug with wine.

And I made about 20 bottles of drug wine at that time. If I hadn’t been drinking one bottle a day, I wouldn’t have hit the bottom yet.

Let’s keep reading.

[And perhaps because your father has grown to like wine, the criteria for choosing wine have become a bit more picky. He really enjoys drinking wine that is about 20 years old, but he says that other wines that are over 30 years old or less than 20 years old don’t suit his taste, and he won’t even touch them. … . So, can you get me an 800-year-old Fleuret from the royal capital? If not, I would like to find wine that is at least 20 years old. The payment is to our family――]

“Fleure 800 years old… … ?”

Fleuret 800 years old――If you don’t have it, please find a wine that is over 20 years old… … .

Why did they ask me to get an 800-year-old Fleuret instead of another wine? … .

‘It’s an 800-year-old Fleuret.’

“Ah. Was that then.”

Ha, you mean you just drank 20 bottles of narcotic wine? Since other wines didn’t have that magical taste, I decided to buy the 800 year old Fleuret.

okay. That’s how it happened. I mean I already drank it all.

“Ha. That strong man was addicted to drugs and alcohol… … .”

I don’t think I’m showing any major symptoms yet, but whatever. It doesn’t matter because it will be resolved on its own over time.

Rather, it worked out well. If the head of the household is satisfied with the wine I send him, he will always ask me for wine when he purchases it in the future. From then on, all I have to do is control the amount of drugs.

There is no need to go through a risky process to get things done.

“Hehehe… … .”

Ok, fine.

Whether 100 bottles or 1,000 bottles. I’ll let you go until you’re satisfied and drown yourself in alcohol.

Oh, of course. I might die of something else before I get addicted to alcohol, but that’s none of my business.

“I guess I should call Mel.”

Mel is perfect for this kind of work.

I chuckled and wrote one letter to send to the villa and one letter to send to my family.

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The next morning.

I opened my eyes to a rustling sound and saw a familiar face.

You came early too. With that in mind, I stretched and slowly got up and sat down on the bed.

Mel was kneeling at the head of my bed so we were at eye level.

“… … I didn’t know you could come in without permission.”

“Sorry. Because I was told to come as soon as possible… … .”

“Hmm… … .”

When I looked at the bed across from me, sniffling, I saw that Hermel was not there. Looking at the disheveled blanket, it looked like it had been a while since they had left.

“Isn’t Hermel angry?”

“When I told him that the lady called me, he seemed to understand.”

“Thank goodness.”

I smiled and crossed my legs, and Mel, who was looking at me, quietly closed her eyes and kissed the tips of my toes.

After quietly looking at it, I leaned forward slightly and said.

“There is something you need to do.”

“Anything the lady says.”

There was no doubt or delusion in Mel’s eyes as she said that.

All that exists is loyalty.

“Hehe.”

okay. If you said you would stay by my side, you should take that attitude.

I stood up with a grin, walked over to the desk, and took out a letter with the seal of an eagle without a crown, a piece of paper with words written on it, and a match.

“The letter is to the family, and this paper is for you to read.”

“After reading it, is it okay to completely burn it with a match?”

“That’s right. I wrote down all the details on paper, so take it with you.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Mel bowed her head, gathered up the things she had placed on the desk, greeted me again, and turned to go out.

“Oh, that’s right.”

Mel stopped moving at my words and turned to look at me.

“How advanced is Mia’s education?”

“He is so talented that he can be left alone in the mansion.”

“Really? That’s it then.”

As he waved his hand and gave a congratulatory command, Mel bowed his head and left the room.

As I was leisurely enjoying the silence in the quiet room, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

“Who are you?”

[It’s me, Seria. Is this time okay?]

What brought Seria here? Although I had doubts, I opened the door.

When I opened the door, what I saw was Ceria wearing a sword and buckler on her waist.

I sighed and shook my head when I saw that everyone was asking me to spar.

“I told you to get a good rest the day before the duel.”

“Please! It’s okay if we spar just once, right? It’s because I feel like I can just get my hands on it! How could it not work? Huh?”

“… … .”

Seria was looking at me with a mixture of nervousness, anticipation, and excitement.

What should I do… … . As I quietly looked at Seria, her face became increasingly hard.

ha… … . I tried to rest a little today. I can’t help it.

“… … I’ll change my clothes and come out, so go ahead and wait.”

“… … !! Yes!”

Well, since it is the last time, it would be okay to spar with each other once.

With that in mind, I closed the door.