episode_0072

“Hahahaha-! Euhahahahah-!!”

The day before the grand finale of the Wedding War.

In an instant, he was kicked out of the Marquis of Rospell, and the assassins who had used all their assets to commission Le Mien’s death disappeared after only eating up the commission fee. Blund, who had become a penniless beggar in an instant, was laughing heartily at the night sky.

It was absurd.

It was absurd.

I couldn’t believe it.

It didn’t make sense.

It was absurd, ridiculous, unbelievable, and ridiculous that the Marquis of Rospell, rulers of the Elm granary, where golden waves swept in during the harvest season, had been driven out.

The power they enjoyed, the pride they gave, the wealth they flaunted.

I laughed because it didn’t seem to register at first that everything had disappeared like a dream in one night.

Blund, whose face was bloodied and bruised from being beaten by his father, laughed for a long time as if neither the pain nor the despair were real, then stood up.

“Ha, hahaha.”

Blund, who had been shaking off the dust from his clothes and letting out the remaining laughter, started to head somewhere.

When humans are exposed to a shock that is difficult to handle, their cognitive abilities deteriorate and their ability to discern becomes weaker.

They act based on impulsive instincts rather than rational thinking, and if they are unable to overcome the shock, their intelligence gradually deteriorates.

A person who is thus ruined will eventually lose his mind and become a beast rather than an intelligent being.

“Look here.”

The first place Blund went was a bank.

Only a few hours have passed since the excommunication.

It was too early for news of the excommunication of the second son of the Marquis of Rospell to have spread among the bankers, and enough time for them to have borrowed money in the Marquis of Rospell’s name.

“I need urgent money, so lend me as much as you can, using the name of the great Marquis Rospell as collateral.”

But he didn’t know.

The Marquis of Rospell’s butler has already been here.

The Marquis of Rospell, who sat on his head, had anticipated that his excommunicated son would tarnish the family’s honor, and had already taken preventive measures.

“Sorry, I can’t lend you money.”

So it was natural that the banker bowed his head and politely declined, and the shouting and commotion that followed.

“What?! Are you kidding me, this motherfucker? I bet the name of the Marquis of Rospell on you to ruin your life?!”

“Ugh, since it was the bank manager’s order, I can’t do anything about it… .”

“Shut up and come out, bank manager-!!”

Banks were only available in large estates larger than a countship, and in most banks larger than a marquisate, a count, a member of the court nobility, served as bank president.

That’s why Blund calls the bank manager loudly.

There was nothing rough for him, who had already been pushed to the border between reality and delusion.

The problem is.

“Drag this guy out.”

The reality that will unfold in the future is extremely harsh.

The sins committed in the past have grown to an unmanageable size, like a snowball rolling down a mountain.

“What? I’m Blund, the second son of the Marquis of Rospell! Blund! Does this kid really want to die?! Huh?!”

“What are you guys doing? Hurry up and drag that nobleman out. If he won’t listen, beat him up and drive him out.”

“What? What did you just say? A nobleman impersonator?! Do you really want to get caught?!!”

Phew!

“Keuk! What the hell! Where the hell are you fucking filthy little shits touching! I said let go of this!”

Phew!

“Keuk!”

Eventually, with vicious punches and beatings, the buffalo, evenly chopped into pieces like slaughtered meat, was thrown out of the bank.

Banks are the exclusive domain of the aristocracy.

For Blund, who was no longer the second son of the Marquis of Rospell and no longer a nobleman, banking became a forbidden territory.

The world is a place where if you don’t have money, you have no place to lay your body.

For Blund, who had previously slept in the finest beds in luxurious bedrooms and had gorged on delicacies of all kinds, living on the streets was as horrible as death, and in desperation, he took to the streets of the common people.

The only thing the noble young master, who had to use his servants to do his work, knew how to do was what he had been doing his entire life.

Extortion and intimidation.

“Brund, the second son of Marquis Rospell. I will spare your life if you give me everything you have.”

Blund, who bursts into a store in a commoner’s neighborhood and immediately starts robbing people.

It may not have been different in other places, but because of the Great Battle of Engagement, most of the commoners within the Grand Duchy had heard of Blund’s name, and because of that, Blund’s pockets were now lined with the money he easily robbed of the commoners.

Moreover, because he had a handsome face and had many followers in the Battle of Honyaku, some women volunteered to pay tribute and even offered their bodies.

Because up until now, it was just Blunt Rospell, not Blunt.

Of course, if Logan heard about the Archduke of Winterfell’s extortion, persecution, and extortion of his subjects, it would be a terrible thing, but it was not a consideration for him who had lost his food, clothing, and shelter.

Slap.

Blund, who had rented a room like that, collapsed on the bed and smiled.

I looked so funny, so insignificant, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You find this crappy bed comfortable, you’re a total idiot. Ha, hahaha. Hahahaha! ”

okay.

It’s okay to live like this.

Aren’t the common bastards originally meant to exist for the nobles?

“Heh heh. Do you think I can be easily defeated? Me! The ruler of the Elm Granary! Blund Rospell!”

He cried out, unable to admit that he had lost all his past glory and still being tied to the past.

In a lonely space where no one is listening.

That’s how he spent his first night, and for a few days, he was living a comfortable life by robbing commoners, but then reality hit him.

“Tsk-! Damn, this is so disgusting. Make it again! If you don’t want to lose!”

He was acting up like any other day when he went into a restaurant and was suddenly hit in the back of the head by a flying rock.

Bam!

“Keuk! Hey, what kind of dog are you-!!”

Blund, who was sitting alone in a restaurant, eating his food ravenously, shouted in the direction the stone had come from, and soon.

“You were here? A hat thief who pretended to be a noble when he wasn’t?”

I could feel myself trapped in a swarm of people.

And then they realized too late that they had turned from predator to prey, that it was time to be hunted.

[Hat Thief]

It was a commoner’s slang term referring to a noble whose family had been destroyed and their name sold, or a noble who had been excommunicated.

The nobles are the object of absolute hatred for some commoners.

This slang expression came to be used as a metaphor for the ruined nobles wearing hats to avoid that hat.

If the target of hatred had lost his status and fallen to the bottom, it was natural that the situation would be reversed, and this was the situation that some commoners had been longing for and hoping for.

Bam! Bam!

Kwajik!

Kkudangtang!

“This bastard, he’s been excommunicated and now he’s nothing! Step on him! How dare you impregnate my daughter when you’re not even a noble?!!”

“They even kicked us out of the bank! They’re swindling us out of money, so we’re broke! Get out of here!”

The rumor that started at the bank eventually spread throughout the entire territory, and Blund, who had been trampled on as much as he could, had to flee outside the territory he had so desperately wanted to avoid.

The path that I had always walked with a strong escort was now one that I had to walk alone, completely covered in blood.

They were so frightened by the roars of monsters and the cries of wild beasts that they couldn’t even sleep at night, and sometimes they had to run away while suffering from hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

At the end, Blund arrives at a village and shouts again.

“The second son of the great Marquis of Rospell! If you don’t want to get in trouble, quickly bring me something to eat!”

Despite being a mess from sleeping rough for over a dozen days, and looking more like a beggar than a nobleman, Blund, who still couldn’t shake off the rot of his past, hung around the restaurant district begging, but all he got in return was the usual ridicule and contempt.

When he arrived at Rugen Village, he was so ruined that even beggars avoided him.

“Get out of here! What a misfortune! What a crazy bastard is causing trouble and making a fuss in the morning!”

Phew!

“Keuk!”

He, who used to kick the common servants without hesitation, is now in the opposite position and is being kicked mercilessly.

The snout that had never moaned before lets out a moan mixed with a scream.

Hallucinations and auditory hallucinations also become more severe as the days go by.

Then eventually I completely forgot about intelligence, and that was the end of it.

The once splendid and brilliant life ended so vainly.

And Blund was living a new life as a local landmark in the town of Rugen.

“Hey! Redhead beggar! Beggar! Want some bread?”

“Hehe. Bread is good. I want to eat bread. Hehe.”

“Poohahaha! You’re so stupid! Here, have a piece of this!”

Blund was a red-haired beggar who would pick up and eat anything that fell on the ground without a care, and who would even show her butt if given bread, and lived a miserable life.

“Oh my! Bread is the best! Hehehe!”

**

“… … .”

I blankly stared at the back of Blund as he got up again and ran away.

Kyle, who committed suicide by becoming a runaway ninja.

Deron, who was accused of attempted murder and whose whereabouts are unknown.

Even Blund, who appears to have lost his mind after being abandoned by his family.

It was a trio of regrettable characters who met a truly miserable end, and I was speechless at the sight of the trio being so shockingly ruined or in the process of being ruined.

Of course, it was a natural ending, and it was what it should have been, but it was still a bit jarring to see the person I had reunited with after six months go crazy.

also.

I felt like I had to give moral help to the original Elden’s memory, who was once my colleague and once my rival.

It is something that cannot be ignored as it causes trouble to good citizens.

Anyway, he can’t help but be a nuisance from beginning to end.

“Give me all the remaining bread.”

“Excuse me, is that all?”

“The price of bread is paid here in one silver coin.”

“Yes? That’s too much money to give back.”

“I don’t need change.”

Blund gave a silver coin to the baker from whom he had stolen.

Buy all three remaining loaves of bread.

I conveyed my moral help to the owner.

From what I heard, it seemed like only this bakery was the only one that was stealing.

As pitiful as Blunt’s situation was, there was no reason or responsibility to help him.

Rather, helping him would be like doing something bad to Lumiang, so I paid the owner a generous amount for the bread and left.

“, thank you! Take a look! ”

I wasn’t particularly hungry, but I took a bite.

I opened my eyes wide and looked in the direction Blund had run.

Chewing on bread that looks ordinary but has an extraordinary taste.

… … Blunt.

Even so, there was a reason why you insisted on this house?

“What is this? Why is this so delicious?”