episode_0312

This is the third carriage heading to the Duke’s house.

They ran into the same problem again.

“Are you saying that the Chas River Bridge is under maintenance?”

“Yes. Viscount Ptoa said he was personally working on the restoration. He said that the river was overflowing due to the heavy rain, so it would be impossible to cross it now.”

Arina spreads out a map and explains it.

I have written down in detail which roads were blocked according to reports received from various places.

Like Claire and Flora before, the bridge cannot be used.

If things went on like this, Isabella and Ariana would have to stay somewhere else for a day or so.

If you think about it normally, it’s better to stay and go.

but.

-No need.

Every time I heard that voice, my head started to spin.

At first I just ignored it.

It’s not that the important thing is that Karcein pushed me away and it made me feel stupid and complicated.

But every time she passed the place reflected in the carriage, Isabella continued to hear the voice.

I thought it was just my mood, but… it was like that wherever I went.

In the place where Karsine had been, a voice was heard as if it was an afterimage, saying that it was unnecessary.

Now, just looking at the two famous Chatelens that are widely distributed or the building materials of stone and concrete that are being moved from Rusmeier, the voices are heard.

When he was ruling the Rusmeyer estate in order to gain the right to attend the Eastern Nobles’ Council, he refused Isabella’s hand, and he pushed away not only the allowance that the duke’s family gave him, but even the support that Claire sent him.

Memories of those past times came back vividly to Isabella in the form of a headache.

The chest tightness and headache that come and go eventually make Isabella impatient.

“It would be better to stay for about a day. The conditions are not good in many ways─”

“No. Let’s go to the workshop today.”

“Yes?”

Arina asked back, embarrassed.

“Even if the conditions are not good, there is a way to return to the workshop, right?”

“Well… there are other ways, but the ground there is muddy due to the heavy rain, so there is a chance that the wagon wheels will get stuck. So here, you have to go through an off-road with solid ground, which will be quite an uncomfortable journey.”

“I don’t care. What if it’s a bit of an uncomfortable journey?”

“…Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

Isabella’s answer, which seems sincere, once again leaves Arina flustered.

But Isabella really doesn’t care.

I don’t mind taking that route even if it means an uncomfortable journey.

They had to get to the duke’s house right away, rather than taking another day to get there by taking the easy route.

-No need.

“Ugh…!”

“Mother?! I’ll call the congressman. Stay here for a moment…!”

“Haa, I’m fine.”

“Mother…”

“Let’s go, as a peacock. Hurry up.”

Because of the endless, cold, sharp message of rejection from Carcein.

***

Karsine was a son who had never been properly cared for.

He was a son who grew up tall but was never able to properly reach out to me.

Although he seemed to be talking nonsense outside, he was my son who had proudly completed his official duties as a duke.

Although we don’t share the same blood, he was my son in my heart.

So maybe that’s what’s being paid for.

But Isabella refused to give up despite these concerns.

No. I couldn’t give up.

Just once.

I wanted to give that child a motherly hand.

I wanted to show my sincerity in accepting you as my child.

I don’t forget now.

December 31st, which was not even properly marked in the past, is clearly marked on this calendar. It is the day that should not be forgotten.

For the date December 31st.

For the child whose birthday is on that date.

For my son who will be having a coming-of-age ceremony on the same day as his birthday.

I’ve been making plans to complete just one day for Karcein.

Even if it means disrupting the Duke’s schedule throughout the entire month of December, the coming-of-age ceremony will still be held.

However, the closer she gets to the Duke, the more Isabella’s headache gets worse.

A wonderfully completed national foundation.

The Yellow Dragon Martial Arts Tournament Hall that raised the honor of the Duke’s family.

The Eastern Nobles’ Conference Hall where the symposium was held.

The Chatrens estate has been splendidly revived and enjoys even more of its former glory.

Rusmeyer, once the worst land, has now become the center of imperial transportation.

A spring outing place for the whole family to visit together.

The village where the snow festival was held.

Wherever I went, traces of that child began to appear little by little.

Although he received help from his two daughters at Geon-guk University, it was a huge burden. Still, he did not wish for it.

In the Yellow Dragon Martial Arts Tournament, he achieved second place, right behind Arina. Not only did he enter the arena, he achieved a result that would be welcomed by any family. Nevertheless, Karsain had no wishes.

The Eastern Noble Council and Symposium were no different. From the very beginning, the Duke’s hand had not even touched them.

Karsain, who had developed Rusmeyer on his own and earned the qualification, did not even use the name of the Duke, let alone the origin of the Duke.

What about the magnificently revived Chatren?

There is no need to mention Rusmeyer, which was a territory that everyone avoided.

The same goes for the snow festival that I went to alone.

Carcein was alone.

always.

‘no way…’

It felt like a terrible drought had occurred inside my chest.

I took a deep breath at the fact that no hand had touched me.

Karsine, surely…

“Duchess. You’ve arrived!”

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the duke’s house.

“Mother. I will open the door─”

-Drunk!

It was much faster than Arina’s hands.

As soon as the coachman’s voice was heard, hands were already moving.

The carriage door opened.

He ran out as if he didn’t even hear Arina’s voice asking from behind, ““Mother?””.

‘No. No way. No way…’

What did a child who had always lived in loneliness want?

I still don’t know that.

Even if you ask Karsain, he won’t tell you what he wants.

That kid.

A child who would reject and push away anything I did.

I just caught one thing.

It’s work.

Managed the estate and earned money.

He refused the allowance allocated by the Duke and turned down the subsidy.

He said he would buy something on his own and replied that he would spend his own money as if he were in debt.

This is… like.

“No. That can’t be… That can’t be.”

I saved money.

I refused the Duke’s hand.

That can’t be what it means.

“Gasp, gasp…”

The flower crown that arrived on Claire’s coming of age day is hanging.

Through the crown he had personally decorated, the figure of Karsain, dressed in servant’s uniform and speaking calmly, is seen.

I vaguely recalled Karsine’s reaction that it was my birthday anyway.

My breathing is getting faster.

The path has been found.

The day I returned from taking care of Karsane’s territory.

That day, he was found collapsed with a terrible cold, and not even properly greeted.

It was the path I reacted to without thinking.

Despite having collapsed following a bout of neurosis, he was seen adamantly skipping the morning greeting time, saying that he would not bother to express his opinion in the future.

My mouth feels like it’s burning.

I thought there would be at least one.

I thought there would be something left.

I thought this would be something reminiscent of carcein.

But the reality is that nothing has come into contact with Carcein.

There is no trace of Carcein left in this dukedom.

Even though I walk down the stairs from the spacious main hall and through the dark hallway, I don’t find anything even trivial.

…no.

In the first place, there is no such thing in her room.

It wouldn’t exist in the office, let alone anywhere else.

All that appears in its place is the afterimage of Carcein.

All that was left were the false accusations against him by the Duke and his mother’s past of being indifferent.

My mind becomes a blank sheet of paper.

There isn’t a single trace of people.

There is absolutely no trace of that person in this huge mansion.

“No. That can’t be… That can’t be.”

A place where not a single trace remains.

That room will be different.

I opened the slightly open door, hoping that there would be at least a single ink mark left on this blank page.

and.

Isabella finally sat down without even a single dot in her blank mind.

“You mean… that’s what you meant when you said there was no need…?”

The surroundings appear blurry due to watery vision.

Still, it is clearly visible.

I put a price on the things I used.

Paid the price.

With money earned by myself, on my own.

From him who had not received even a single penny, nor had even been touched once.

There could be no trace left of this duke.

It’s as if I’ve turned into a person who never existed before.

Isabella’s mind eventually became filled with a blank sheet of paper.

“Ahh, ahhh…!”

“Mother!”

“My son, my son… Karcein…”

Isabella stretches her hands out into the air.

What stands before him is not a person, but clothes. Not Karsane, but Karsane’s clothes.

“This is no way…”

Arina bit her lip.

How could I forget?

My mother has done this before too.

This was a disaster.

The disaster that started on the day Karn and his father were lost.

“Why on earth…!”

My mother’s madness, which had clearly recovered, returned.

“Carcein…Carcein…My son…”

-Tiring!

▶Key Memorial: The room where the owner’s name was lost has been activated.◀

▶Isabella Bagrand is afflicted with madness.◀

[Effect: The Duke’s situation is paralyzed.]

“Mother… What the…”

“Ah, my son… my son…”

“…”

Arina bit her lips.

“After doing such things, where the hell did you go? Karsine!”

-Tiring!

▶An error occurred!◀

▶It is not the time to intervene in this quarter.◀

▶Deciding on alternatives…◀

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▶Turn off the option and go into the forced event.◀

▶The clear conditions for CHAPTER 4 have been changed.◀

▶All episodes will be changed to main episodes, and can be played multiple times.◀

▶Let’s decide the branch again!◀

▶Results in progress…◀

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▶Conditions met.◀

▶The key memories of the three characters who completed synchronization have been activated.◀

▶The content of Arina Bagrand’s trigger, has been deleted.◀

[ The pursuit trigger reoccurs. ]

▶From this point on, all episodes of CHAPTER 4 will start forcibly.◀

***

-Knock. Knock.

A man pounding on the table with his arms crossed.

He laughed heartily as soon as he read the documents he received from another soldier.

“Hey.”

“Yes, okay?”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Wow, I’m sure of it! It’s so weird, I checked it over and over again.”

Read magical lines that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

There is only one type of person in this world who can do that.

‘It would be impossible without the eyes of the Kingdom of Wederos.’

He had recently lost a subordinate he had been very fond of, in the bright open space of Geon-guk-guk.

The mission wasn’t that difficult.

What’s so difficult about assassinating a helpless duchess?

He had once belonged to the Knights Templar, so he knew all about the Duke’s family and could easily do it.

Also, he is not a sloppy guy like Emma Urnen or Theo Ramstairs. He is a subordinate who I have kept by my side for a long time.

But this important plan was ruined by one man.

Anyone who can do that…

Just one person. It was assumed to be Karsain Bagrand.

‘Now that I think about it, it was full of strange things. All of our plans were going awry because of that Irregular guy.’

Of course, Carcein. This bastard must be killed.

“And there’s one more thing.”

“What is it?”

“They say that guy disappeared without a sound!”

“Disappeared?”

“Yes. The Duke’s office is searching for it while hiding it… but it’s definitely gone. Look at this!”

The man had a bitter smile on his lips.

This is an opportunity.

Fear of the Kingdom of Wederos will still be prevalent throughout the Empire.

“Release all the demons of the West immediately. We must firmly hold back the ankles of the Westerners.”

“Yes, yes. But, what are you going to do about this…?”

“Ah. That.”

Shh.

“Carcein Bagrand will be the worst human in the Empire from tomorrow.”