episode_0199

The sun had just risen, and citizens who came out to the streets to greet a morning like any other saw a situation that was different from usual and could not be understood with their heads.

At first glance, it looked like a woman with blue hair walking down the street holding her child, but the moment I looked a little closer and noticed the discrepancy, I couldn’t help but frown.

-Look over there… … . Don’t you need to call security… … ?

―Ouch… … . Fuck, what… … !

-what? What’s going on? Ugh, what is that… … ?

It is understandable for a mother to carry her child. Because that is natural. It is understandable that a weak mother carries a sick child. Because maternal love is that great.

But still. Carrying a child whose neck was already bent and whose head was shaking every time he walked, while vomiting blood with a pale complexion as if he had already died, seemed to be far beyond the scope of understanding.

Naturally, my gaze was drawn to the appearance that was beyond difference and even heterogeneous, and as I gazed, people gathered, and as people gathered, a commotion arose. When a commotion breaks out, it naturally reaches the ears of many people.

It was also natural that the more the wandering story spread, the more provocative and twisted it became as it spread through people.

-Did you hear that? They said there was a woman with blue hair who looked like a corpse and was carrying her really dead child.

-Is this something a noble did again?

-I don’t know. But, isn’t he a noble again? It doesn’t happen for a day or two that nobles make people crazy.

It is also completely natural for the news of a wandering mother to reach the ears of her children.

Cromwell, who had not been able to visit his mother and younger brother even after the summer vacation because he was determined to visit them only after he succeeded, stopped when he heard the words of those walking down the street.

I just went out for a short walk because my mind was busy, and I ended up hearing a story I never expected.

“Excuse me.”

You probably heard it wrong. Maybe it was my mistake. That can’t be possible.

Cromwell thought so, stopped the three people who were talking, and opened his mouth.

“That story. Can I hear it in detail?”

Even though they tried to control their emotions and spoke, the force was so ferocious that those who turned around without thinking felt their spines tingling as soon as they saw Cromwell’s face.

They swallowed dry saliva and trembled for a while, and when they saw Cromwell slowly opening his eyes as if telling him to speak quickly, they responded trembling as if they had committed a great crime, even though they had not committed anything wrong.

―I-I don’t know because I heard it too! All I heard was that he was crushed by an unknown nobleman’s carriage and his neck was broken!

―It is said that a nobleman kidnapped a mother and daughter while they were walking because they were captivated by their looks, and then got sick of them and committed the crime… … .

―I’m a nobleman and I’m jealous of the two people’s looks… … .

But there was something in common.

“Hmm… … .”

The point was that what they were talking about included nobility.

Cromwell decided that rather than losing his mind in anger over that fact, it would be better to first check whether what they said was true.

It was never based on rational judgment. It was simply because he thought that if he lost his temper and went on a rampage and it turned out to be untrue, his mother and Mia might be harmed.

“So, where are those two people now?”

In response to that question, the three people each mentioned the last location they knew of the mother and daughter, and Cromwell immediately looked around at all the places they mentioned.

So, naturally, he was able to know where to go next, and that’s how Cromwell was able to reach the starting point of all stories.

As with all things. The story was not what Cromwell wanted.

“… … .”

-Are you dead? Quickly, someone go and call a doctor!

―What if a nobleman had a hand in it? If we do something wrong, our whole family might run away!

―But are you going to let someone die in the middle of the square? Go quickly and get someone!

―――.

Cromwell could not understand the situation unfolding before his eyes.

Why is his mother sitting down in the middle of the square, and why is his younger sister in her arms with her neck broken?

why… … . Do these two smell like the dead?

“Ah… … . iced coffee… … .”

Cromwell staggered towards the two people and sobbed as he held the frozen bodies of his mother and younger brother.

“Sorry, sorry… … . If only I had bent my heart a little more and gone to see him a day earlier… … .”

I felt regretful and resentful. Even when I hit my chest with my clenched fist, the frustration didn’t seem to go away.

Like pouring oil on a fire, my frustration grew, and my regret and anger grew. They tightened around my neck like a noose and blocked my mouth so that I could not even utter a word of regret.

“Keuuuu… … .”

As time passed, it became clearer and clearer that this was reality, and my anger increased each time.

I ground my teeth to the point where my teeth broke and my gums were strained and bleeding.

Bloody tears flowed from his wide-open eyes, all the veins bursting out, and ghosts flowed from his distorted face.

The nobles who did this will never, ever die in peace. Because I will definitely tear your whole body to pieces. No, that alone is not enough.

I will destroy the corrupt nobles and this kingdom inhabited by such nobles. I will chew off the heads of all nobles left in this world and kill them.

You guys won’t die as humans. Not a single noble will survive before me.

I would gladly give up even being a human if I could just kill you guys.

“Aaaa!!!!”

On this day, a beast of reverse heaven with half-bones was born.

* * *

“The news must have reached Cromwell’s ears by now… … .”

When I woke up in my office, I looked up at the ceiling blankly and sighed.

It’s finally the final chapter. The trigger for treason has gone up. Now all that’s left is to wait for Cromwell to incite the citizens and raise a band of traitors.

Cromwell will place a guillotine in the square where his mother and brother died and hang many nobles.

That’s all. With a sharpened knife, they would peel off the skin of the hung nobleman, cut off the bones, and feed them to the animals.

A monster that has lost its reason and purpose is so scary.

“… … .”

It took just one month for Cromwell to incite the people and raise simultaneous rebellions in the kingdom, duchy, and other territories.

At first, I thought that too, wondering how they could raise a rebellion across the country in just one month. That’s nonsense. Even if it’s a game, isn’t this too much?

But no. After learning about how this damn world works, I was even more amazed at how there was no rebellion.

Can’t you see it just at the academy right now? What do nobles think of commoners?

-How dare a commoner.

-Just a commoner

-Where are you, a commoner?

What is it? Let’s say that the academy is like a school attended by young nobles who have not learned noblesse oblige.

So is it different outside of the academy?

no. never.

I can say for sure. Outside of the academy, it was worse than the academy, but it was definitely not worse.

Who would say this? What’s the problem with this seemingly peaceful world? Is it really okay just because it looks shiny on the outside?

Even eggs that have festered and become rotten look fine on the outside. It is said that the true nature of an object can be known by looking at its inside, not its exterior.

Look at the back alleys of the royal capital right now. Aren’t there a lot of mothers who boil their children to eat because they have nothing to eat, and miserable animals that have given up on humans, for whom it is taken for granted to chew on raw human flesh?

Just because Cromwell was the rat-catcher of Hamelin, he was not able to steal people’s hearts and start a rebellion by simply telling them to follow him.

The guns of rebellion were already ready. The bullet of anger was loaded, and the target to aim for was set. Aiming and bolt retraction are all done.

Only the safety mechanism of fear towards the nobility was barely able to hold on and prevent the rebellion.

Cromwell simply disengaged the safety device and pulled the trigger. That was why it took only a month for Cromwell to revolt.

“So… … . We need to get ready here too.”

Before a month had passed, before Hermel had completed his departure.

I also need to finish preparing. We must be prepared to cause something that could lead to a rebellion or something like that.

I got up from the sofa and rang the bell on my desk.

smart–

[Did you call me?]

“Please come in.”

The tightly closed door opened and Knight Balderich entered the office.

“Go to the market and buy a potion to treat internal injuries. If I told you that it was made by Professor Mayr of the Academy, you would understand, right?”

“I will accept you.”

“That’s all I have to do. Get out now.”

Balderich bowed his head at my congratulatory command and headed straight outside.

After watching Balderich leave for a moment, I made sure the door was closed and put down the bell.

“In one month, you will be able to extract everything.”

My heart pounded, and the distorted things that had been sleeping inside me stirred.