How the Regressor Loves the Reincarnated

5. Questions

1.

What happened on the day of the prince’s birthday banquet complicated my mind not only that night but also the next afternoon.

If it were me, I would have just looked at Lady Ludmeyer and thought that the public’s evaluation was a woman whose mental state was fluctuating. I think it’s better not to get involved in troublesome things if possible.

But for some reason, I thought, ‘Are you really going to do that? You’ll regret it?’

She is a woman who is said to be gifted with fearsome sword skills, to the extent that there is really only one person in a hundred years. Did you spit it out?

Well, there’s a saying that geniuses are eccentric, but… Isn’t that the kind of voice that works in this case?

I hated stepping into troublesome things myself, but I had no desire to get stabbed in the back of my head by passing on unpleasant things.

But the information was lacking.

Because the things I was given were really insignificant, fragmentary pieces of information. All that can be built with them is plausible hypotheses.

First of all, Lady Ludmeyer showed an attitude as if she knew me well as a woman and drunkard.

It’s a pity for her, but in this life, I’ve never experienced a single s*xual contact with a woman, let alone a crazy woman.

Secondly, Lady Ludmeyer thought I had returned from the future to the past. No, there was a high probability that he was thinking that way even now. It was because I unilaterally poured out my words and broke up.

Based on the words she used, my hypothesis is that she is a ‘regressor’ who has returned from the future to the past and has undergone a ‘regression to the past’, a common feature in novels of her previous life.

It sounds like it really makes no sense, but he was reincarnated in this world with the memories of living in a different world right away. In a world full of fantasy elements such as magic and monsters.

I know that reincarnation exists, but I couldn’t just dismiss the idea of returning to the past as impossible nonsense.

And finally, the overwhelming sense of life that had been felt from her for a moment. After hearing what I had casually said, the murderous spirit she exhaled was absolutely not light enough for a woman my age to emit.

Of course, this world is not as advanced in science and technology as Earth. In terms of Earth, it was at least half a thousand years ago, when war was waged with cold weapons rather than heat weapons.

But if you ask if the level of civilization in this world is extremely backward compared to Earth, then it is not. Because of magic and the existence of gods, it could be said that Earth is a much more livable place compared to the Middle Ages.

Thanks to the priests, not only did the epidemic not spread seriously enough, but thanks to the low accessibility of life magic, the cleanliness of the streets was well maintained, so to some extent it was natural.

Of course, there was a point where the status was clear and strict. I was born as the heir to the duke’s family, the highest-ranking aristocrat in that class system. I didn’t complain, and I didn’t intend to.

Feeling unreasonable about the status system is only possible if you do not belong to that minority of vested interests. It is a system that I have no reason or need to go against, having lived for decades as a member of the vested interests.

Above all, since it is a world where the caste system is so strong, wouldn’t it be possible to be dragged away and executed right away if you took the lead in shouting for the abolition of the caste system?

There is no need to mention the resistance of the aristocrats, and there is a high probability that the commoners will not even dare to participate in fear of sparks flying against them.

The conversation has completely fallen into disrepair… In the end, that’s the gist of what I want to say.

It is the era of this world that killing people is considered relatively light compared to the modern Earth where I lived, but even so, the weight of life is not to be taken lightly.

Although it is said that Adele Ludmeyer is praised as an excellent swordsman in Amman, and may soon reach the stage of what is commonly called ‘transcendence’.

She couldn’t help but suspect that she had killed dozens of people the same age as me.

I couldn’t understand the situation even more as I buried myself deeper into the back of the armchair, which was so comfortable.

“Even though I’ve already cut off the shoots once, they quickly grew back like weeds…!”

My father, the Duke of Laker Isvant, gnashed his teeth when he heard the news that a village on the outskirts of his domain had been brutally massacred by a band of orc marauders.

And even though I was with him for a while, the life of his father, who squeezed me from all sides, was not light enough to be easily forgotten.

The life I felt from Lady Lud Meyer on the day of the banquet was like a sharpened blade that was comparable to her father’s. A blade full of terrifying intent to pierce my throat and take my life.

That kind of life belongs to a woman only a year older than me? I just couldn’t believe it.

No, I should have said I didn’t want to believe it.

After tapping my fingers against the armrest for a while, my stream of consciousness eventually returns to the starting point.

Yes. A clear answer wouldn’t come out right away anyway, even if you thought hard about it alone, so let’s start by having a proper conversation with Lady Ludmeyer.

That’s how I came to the conclusion. Late in the evening, a letter from Adele Ludmeier arrived.

It was a letter saying that he wanted to visit him to apologize for the rudeness he had committed, so he would like him to write it down and send it at a time when he could visit.

There was a saying that I would make sure to visit you according to the time zone designated by me because there was a mistake I made.

I thought it was suspicious because it came out suspiciously low, but in terms of the result, it was a business without loss for me. I was planning to meet him at least once sooner or later for the purpose of solving my curiosity anyway, so it’s safe to say that it relieved my annoyance.

Time zone… Two days later in the afternoon would be appropriate?

2.

My father was very fond of the people of the Duchy of Isvant.

To be honest, it’s a bit of a stretch to say that he genuinely cares about his people, but if you compare him to other nobles, I don’t think it’s wrong.

Despite his father being a wizard, he had a history of making a name for himself by roaming around fierce battlefields when he was young.

It was not a war with another country. Because the current emperor of the empire was a great man who wanted to be evaluated as a sage who led a peaceful era in future generations rather than dreaming of vain dreams like continental unification.

To the east, the empire was bordered by a vast, unexplained plain called the Belleton Plains.

Of course, it is an exaggeration to say that it is so huge that it is impossible to know the end. Above and below it, on the other side, there were obviously other countries.

The territories located on the border with the Belleton Plain were all in a position to be harassed by the Orc tribes who had made the plain their home for at least hundreds of years.

Fortunately, the Orcs did not form a separate nation.

No, it would be correct to say that I couldn’t achieve it.

According to the will of Artura, the god of struggle they serve, Orcs were engaged in endless struggle even within the same race.

However, the orcs who settled on the borders of the plains preferred the relatively easy route of plundering human nations rather than the fierce struggle with their own people.

The main reason for this was that the Orcs were born with a strong body, so they could not even compete with ordinary soldiers.

That tough, leather-like skin and the strength to lightly wield a halberd or battle ax that was bigger than my body. This was a difference in physical ability that was difficult to overcome unless the knights could handle mana.

That’s why even among the Orcs, there was no choice but to take a more comfortable path and settle down.

One of the main plundering targets of such Orc tribes is our Isvant Duchy, which is a great territory in the eastern part of the Barthes Empire adjacent to the Belleton Plain and has the largest grain belt in the Empire.

Since our territory had all the conditions that made it a target for the Orc tribes outside the plains, it was inevitable.

As such, the Duchy of Isvant has long been plagued by plunder based on the swift mobility of the Wolf Riders, which are unique to the Orcs and are similar to human cavalry.

Of course, it is not that Isvant did not attempt a counterattack in the midst of the repeated history. It’s just that I quit because there were more losses than gains in the process.

And his father, who was full of blood when he was young, who couldn’t bear to see such a situation repeating itself over and over again in his generation, led the knights directly to the Belleton Plain in the body of a wizard.

A long time has passed since then, and my father, who completely uprooted the Orc tribes that settled in the plains near the dukedom, came to be called War Mage in the world. He even enjoyed the side effect of solidifying his position as the next Mage Tower owner.

“Protecting the territories is a duty we, as nobles, must uphold.”

My father’s eyes grew cold as he burst into anger at the news that a village had been slain by orc marauders.

“And the previous dukes did not forget that responsibility and always did their best to protect the territory from plundering by the orcs.”

However, that was only what it looked like on the surface.

“But, is it really the best to protect the territories in such a passive way? One day, I suddenly had a thought.”

My father was holding back the anger on the verge of an intense explosion, like a dormant volcano about to start working again after a long break. Waiting for the moment to explode it.

“And then I realized that pruning those buds is the path that Isvant, which I lead, must follow.”

After years of peace, his father went to war again.

“It is up to you to decide what Isvant will look like when you inherit this position. But.”

“…It’s very reassuring to think that you will lead Isvant next to me, my proud son.”

I recited the words my father left before leaving, and silently looked up at the night sky.

I wonder if it was just because of my mood that I felt that the light shining from the stars was weaker than usual today.