episode_0099

=====[Aishangior Hashal]=====

“It’s not enough to completely destroy someone else’s child, and they can’t even remember it!”

Gilbert shouted.

His wide-open nostrils twitched, and saliva mixed with the smell of alcohol came out of his mouth.

Hashal’s brow furrowed in displeasure.

Since I was still wearing a veil, it might not have been visible to other people.

“Now, do you dare raise your voice in front of me? On a self-made topic?”

No matter how drunk he was, Hashal was also angry at how rude he was.

If this wasn’t the imperial palace of the empire, the tongue would have been pulled out and the limbs cut off, leaving only a pig-like body.

He would have been hung on a pole like that and headed to a land called Bernstein.

So that you can clearly watch as every living thing is slaughtered, then all the prominent members of the family are captured and thrown to the dogs.

Pulling out the eyes was the next thing to do.

A dreary life began to seep out of her body.

I was holding back my momentum because it would be difficult to make a big fuss, but just feeling uncomfortable made me see a vicious malice seeping out of me.

From the inside of the face covered by a thick veil, a darker blue eye glow began to shine through.

A chilling fear, like a crazed tiger glaring at you.

Gilbert, who unconsciously retreated, felt ashamed that he had retreated and became even more angry.

The alcohol that filled his veins must have led to such reckless behavior.

If not, it might be because of the pride he had as a father that remained within him.

“There is no father who does not get angry when his child becomes a wreck!”

Gilbert thought of his son, Kenneth, of whom he was proud.

A magical talent that never fails to reach genius status, even if it doesn’t.

Unlike his father, his appearance is full of noble elegance.

On the day I entered the academy with high grades, I celebrated by drinking wine alone in the inner room.

It seems like the days left to pass on the Bernstein family are not long.

In just a few days, the child became a ruined person and returned to the family.

Thanks to the academy’s treatment, there was no remaining trauma.

But from then on, whenever Kenneth saw the woman, he screamed and locked himself in his room.

Even when I see the maid at the mansion, my sister, or even my mother.

It felt like the ground beneath my feet was collapsing.

I consulted with priests everywhere, but the only answer I got was that time could heal mental wounds, as well as physical wounds.

My wife lay down sick with worry, and my daughter just sighed because she was worried about her brother.

Gilbert spent every day drunk and asked who the culprit was who did this.

The Academy did not respond.

Just repeating that we are not responsible for any accidents that occur during training.

I found out about the culprit today, through a noble from the Third Prince faction.

Did you say that your son was also injured that day?

To that savage female beast, Aishangior.

Gilbert glared at Hashall.

Of course, this was of no concern to Hashal, who did not even remember Kenneth.

It was just that I thought for a moment that he seemed like a better father than Orhan and let it go.

‘He’s a good father and he’s doing it for his children, so I should appease him and send him back.’

To be honest, Hashal couldn’t even remember whether it was the first mercy shown in several years.

“If your child is so precious, why don’t you stop making him sad?”

“What did you say just now?”

“Well, if the father were to die because of his foolish actions, there would be no child who would not be sad, right? So, if you just shut up and go away, I will especially overlook your rudeness so far.”

Gilbert trembled like an epileptic.

Hashalr nodded in satisfaction.

They thought that, having shown this level of mercy, this pig would also know its worth and return home.

“This…is crazy…!”

‘I’m losing my mind.’

Hashal, irritated, picked up the bottle.

I was contemplating whether to stick this into that guy’s snout or just drink the contents.

In the end, thirst won.

I was able to break the spout even after emptying the bottle.

Hashal, who drank all the wine he had left, wiped his mouth and glared coldly at Gilbert.

“Watch your mouth before I rip out your tongue. How long do you think the imperial palace will protect you?”

Gilbert, tired of the realistic threat, took a half step back.

Then, gritting his teeth, he stepped forward again.

Even though Hashal was irritated, he was secretly impressed.

I thought there was only a swollen liver mass inside that bursting belly fat.

“If I ask for an apology, they will kill me…! Please give it a try!”

“An apple? Why should I do that?”

Gilbert’s request was difficult for Hashal to understand.

“Of course, since it’s Dalian and he made people into trouble, of course…!”

“Dualeon? ah. What was it? It’s that kid’s fault for being mentally weak.”

Hashal said something as if it was no big deal. Because it was absurd to her.

Getting injured while sparring was a common occurrence in the plains.

Since there were no priests or wizards, there was no way to treat serious injuries there.

On the other hand, I have seen Westerners several times recover from injuries that were close to death.

I couldn’t understand why people were being punished for something like that.

“I can’t understand what you’re saying…! That’s it, it’s an ultimatum. Either go to my son and apologize, or become an enemy of the Bernstein family. Choose!”

“Is there any reason to listen to the threats of those who are weaker than me? I am the ultimatum. If you don’t want to die, get out now.”

Hashalr waved his hand. It was truly her best behavior.

I was slowly approaching the limit of my patience.

“I will never let this insult go unnoticed…!”

“Insult? What you are saying to me right now is an insult. Who do you think the person standing in front of you is?”

Gilbert, who was trembling, gritted his teeth and turned around.

While swearing in a low voice.

But unfortunately for Gilbert, Harshar had a very sharp ear.

“…A child of a whore who spreads her legs to a barbarian…!”

At that moment, Hashal made a decision.

Because this guy crossed the line.

There was no reason to hesitate.

The guy who stole the body had a method that was approved by the prince.

‘Obviously, this was the way to do it.’

Hashalr pulled out the glove on his left hand.

Before that, I had to ask one last question.

“Own work. Who are your parents who gave birth to you? …is he still alive?”

“What…?!”

Gilbert turned around in surprise at the unusual remark made so openly.

Hashal, holding a glove in his right hand, was staring straight at him.

A burning eye light that cannot be hidden by a veil or anything else is shining brightly.

“No… on second thought, I don’t think I need to know. If you don’t like the ending of the duel, you’ll get out on your own.”

“Now, what nonsense-”

Gilbert’s words did not continue any longer.

A human whose neck can turn seven times cannot speak.

Gilbert’s body twitches and falls to the side.

A loud thumping noise echoed through the balcony.

The cloth armor that hit his cheek turned into fragments and fluttered away.

The space between my spread legs turns dark.

Hashal frowned at the disgusting smell, kicked the body, pushed it down the balcony, and calmly left.

Behind her, people’s screams echoed, sounding like a leather balloon bursting.

Cleaning things up was none of her business. The extortionist will take care of it.

Anyway, the time I could spend with him was slowly reaching its limit.

“What have you done?”

Prince Leopold asked, unable to hide his astonishment.

“It’s a duel. I won.”

With those words, Hashal’s consciousness began to sink again.

Her body fell limp.

==============

Gilbert’s death was treated as a death by accident.

While drunk, he tried to lean on the balcony railing, but lost his footing and fell.

Everyone knew it wasn’t true, but there wasn’t much backlash.

Just recently, the youngest master to have received a military medal directly from the emperor as a reward for saving the system.

Because the value of that name could not be tarnished by something like a self-made murder.

It was something that would only lower the authority of the imperial family, which held a grand award ceremony.

Since the Bernstein family was close to the Third Prince faction, it was natural that Leopold would try to bury it.

He even said with his own mouth that he wouldn’t mind a duel.

Of course, Leopold didn’t expect Kahar’s dueling style to be like that.

What everyone found surprising was the Ernst school’s reaction.

Contrary to the nobles’ expectations that they would naturally be held accountable for the nobleman’s murder, Isabella and Ernst remained silent.

It was incomprehensible.

Leonor actually liked it.

Although everyone kept quiet to save the princess’s final face, they said, ‘The pig-like bastard died well.’

As a result, the murder case of Hashal Median Aishangior’s nobleman was finally concluded.

Officially.

—-

“Ugh…the head…”

I woke up on a bed in a special room.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I clutched my temples due to the pain I felt.

My head throbbed horribly, as if my brain had been put in a press and re-inflated.

I, uh, I mean. What were you doing…?

My head hurts and I think…

Oh yeah. I went to the banquet hall, met Claire and Leopold… and had a glass of wine.

Could it be that the film was cut off because of that one drink?

No, this body is that weak to alcohol? I don’t understand.

Didn’t the guy who said it was Mersin say that Hershela was strong at drinking?

No, more than that, you probably didn’t cause any kind of accident, right?

“Are you awake?”

I turned my head to the familiar voice.

Nigel was standing next to the bed, looking down at me with slightly cold eyes.

It’s not a feeling of contempt or anything like that.

It was like a mother looking down at her troublesome child.

I’m sure. Something happened.

He slowly removed his hand from his temple and carefully opened his mouth.

“Well…I don’t remember anything, did I cause an accident?”

“…Yes, you hit it hard.”

Nigel sighed and handed over a letter.

—-

I will definitely kill you.

– Bernstein.

—-

It was a letter full of inexplicable hostility.

…What on earth have you done?

“…What is this?”

“This is a duel declaration sent from the Bernstein family. The Viscountess probably wrote it herself.”

Bernstein?

…who is that?