I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

99 – Later story – Bartlante Chester (2)

The afternoon that marked Bartlante’s auspicious first blind date was sunny.

Chester’s mansion was still absurdly empty compared to that of other nobles. It is an inappropriate appearance for a place to welcome a special woman.

Still, Bartlante didn’t care. If you despise Chester’s family style anyway, that’s the fate. She had no reason to hold on to a person she didn’t like.

“… You must be thinking. Bartlante.”

“I’m sure big brother would.”

In the interior of such an empty mansion, Arnel agreed with Siegharun’s guess. Right next to him, Charles elegantly drinks tea.

It was a rare combination of gatherings.

“Mr. Siegharun seems to know you well.”

Arnel gave his impressions innocently. Siegharun inadvertently made a mistake. The scene where Bartlante’s younger brother, the future godfather, had her eyes twinkle was unreal.

“Well, that’s right.”

“How did you get to know your brother?”

“Ah… Well that’s what I mean.”

For some reason, it was difficult for Siegharun to lie. Could it be because of Arnel’s sparkling interest? Or was it because he was impatient because he didn’t know what the calm Charles would say?

On the one hand, Arnel looked different.

‘Anyway, this is a complete monster.’

He was still only a boy about as tall as Sharp, but his prayers were far from refined. If he had survived into the future, the difficulty of Would have been Super Easy mode.

“It’s okay if it’s difficult to talk about it. Just being an acquaintance of yours is enough.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“Princess Arnelle. If not, would you like to ask how Sir Siegharun met me? Directly.”

“How did you meet Sir Siegharun? How was it…”

Charles’ meaningful firing was disturbed. The man, who was stabbed more than once, jumped to his feet.

“This is crazy. I need to get out of here.”

“Where are we going? We’re just going to have fun.”

Kwaaak!

Charles gripped his hood like a leash. And he forcibly turned Zeke Harun’s neck to face him out the window.

From the view that was forcibly controlled, a wagon that had just arrived at the mansion was showing off its presence.

It was a carriage carrying a woman who was scheduled to spend time with Bartlante today. Seeing the sight in front of her eyes, Zeke Harun, who was about to leave, changed his attitude and sat quietly.

“Haa. I’d like to see the whole process, but it’s probably impossible to go that far.”

Charles grumbled with a regretful expression. On the other hand, Siegharun expressed it as if it was not a big deal.

“If you want to eavesdrop on conversations, there is a way.”

“Oh, is that possible?”

“As long as it’s just a conversation.”

“Wait a minute! What’s your position? It’s not polite to eavesdrop on private conversations!”

In fact, Arnel was the only one who maintained the position of a normal person. It is inevitable to rebel against Charles and Siegharun’s outgoing attitude.

However, Arnel’s adversaries were far from easy opponents. Immediately, the appearance of them gently seducing them with a coy tone resembled a pair of fraudsters.

“Aren’t you curious? She’s just ‘that’ Bartlante’s first woman. As her sister, it’s fair to be interested.”

“It’s also family love to show interest in a worried heart, right?”

“Besides, I have a special connection with Bartlante in my own way. This level of interest must be acceptable. It’s just that you accidentally got involved.”

“Rather, indifference is the opposite of love. Interest and love are two sides, right?”

Cunningly ‘eavesdropping’. Or they were the mean elders who replaced the word ‘eavesdropping’ with interest. The two greedy eyes put pressure on Arnelle.

At this Arnel’s head was dizzy with their super logic and his eyes seemed to be spinning. It’s obviously nonsense, but I felt like I was under an absurd mind attack.

The result. The first loser who declared surrender was Arnel, who had Ji Hye-yeol right.

“Ugh… Ok… I’ll take it.”

“You won’t regret it.”

“Okay. Once it’s decided, let’s go straight to it.”

Red energy shimmered like a haze from Siegharun’s ruby-like eyes. The dense red energy was soon sculpted into the shape of a butterfly and fluttered in the air.

Butterflies wandered around her mansion, and the place they arrived was close to her drawing room.

As if to take a break, the butterfly clung to the door of her parlor, killing her presence.

After a while. From the room they were in, the sound from inside the parlor flowed clearly.

“We are just getting started.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Ugh… I’m sorry bro.”

The reactions are varied.

They were accomplices in great crimes.

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The inside of the drawing room of the mansion, where the awkward air lingers. There, the combination of a huge man like a bear and a tall woman created a strange atmosphere.

Bartlante offered his seat and first greeted him briefly.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Bartlante Chester, who works for the Knights with Lord River.”

“I’m Livia, Brother River’s sister. It’s an honor to meet you.”

They were two men and women awkwardly greeting each other.

Bartlante couldn’t help but blame himself for glancing at her eyes, knowing it was rude.

‘Even though he resembles Sir River, he seems too similar.’

Pink hair and magenta eyes that descend like the branches of a weeping cherry tree. Even their tall stature and calm eyes are similar.

Only one difference. If it wasn’t for the voluminous chest, there was enough probability that he would have believed that this was River’s joke.

‘If I’m not careful, I might feel awkward every time I see Lord River.’

How can you face River if you’re rude? He is more cautious because he is the sister of an aide who always stands by his side.

That’s when Bartlante was shoveling for a long time on her starting line.

River’s sister – Livia asked in a worried tone.

“Danja… Little Duke. You don’t like my complexion. Maybe you didn’t like my first impression?”

“Oh no! I’m nervous enough…”

“Nervous… I see. Thank God.”

Libya, smiling lightly as she put her hand near her lips, was the unmistakable womb of a young lady. Bartlante felt ashamed of herself for subconsciously comparing her to her Reaver.

“Is Ms. Libya all right? It’s like being notified of an appointment out of the blue.”

“Of course. Rather, I don’t know if it’s okay for me to be here, as I’m not a noble?”

“I am not obsessed with status. Just as Lord Reaver stood by me as a good aide, over the sons of eminent nobles.”

“Is that so…? Ahahahaha…”

Libya cools her red-hot face with both hands.

Did she guess?

That Bartlante’s affinity for her has risen from within…

‘She is a true person who rejoices in her family’s positive reputation as if it were her own.’

Battlante nodded alone and Livia was shy. Eventually, it was Libya who broke the brief silence that came between the two.

“Danja… Little Duke. If you don’t mind being rude, can I ask you a few questions?”

“As much as you like.”

“What kind of person is your older brother who works for the Knights?”

“Aha. That’s something to be curious about.”

Bartlante chose his words carefully. Rivera was an impeccable article, but you should refrain from making comments that would cause concern to your family.

While Libya was nervous, Bartlante, who came up with an appropriate assessment, opened her mouth.

“Lord River is a diligent knight. He is widely recognized even in the Knights Templar, which still has a culture of looking down on commoners.”

“Wow…”

“Of course, I have skills commensurate with my reputation. I won’t bow down even compared to my sister, Enella.”

“Whoops…”

Of course, Enella was only a 16-year-old child, but just to compare her to Chester’s direct line is a huge compliment.

Even if three or four knights attacked at the same time, they wouldn’t be able to handle one Enella.

“In addition, the paperwork, whether large or small, is perfect, so it’s like a triangle of knowledge and virtue.”

“But… The Duke So is also cha-am…”

“You have a really proud older brother. He is always indebted to you.”

“That’s wrong!”

Thump!

At the last step that was difficult to overlook, Libya impulsively hit the desk and stood up. The simple refreshments on her plate flinched in reaction to her urge.

Livia fidgeted and her pupils trembled when she realized that she had belatedly committed her rudeness. Even so, she couldn’t leave Bartlante, who seemed to be in a state of fascination, as it was.

Libya hurriedly uttered gibberish as if to make an excuse.

“That, that’s what my older brother always said. The captain is a good person who cannot be compared to him. He was the only warm person in the imperial palace who could be trusted and relied on.”

“Lord River…?”

“Yes!”

Except for fraudulent genetic traits such as Chester’s ‘speculation’, nobles and commoners are born with equal potential.

However, a good education and a suitable environment gradually make the nobles superior to the commoners.

In order for commoners to catch up, talent, of course. You can only get close to it with bone-breaking efforts.

It was natural for River to have infinite pride. If he had known that it would be his pride that would soon be destroyed, he would have abandoned it long ago.

“I still can’t forget that day.”

Knights from aristocrats struggle to ignore the fact that their starting line is different from that of commoners. Because he notices the truth, he understands that he despises people from commoners even if he doesn’t like it.

If you do not despise.

Unless nobles are superior to commoners.

Because he has been stripped of authority and is aware that he has nothing to offer.

Battlante Chester. I thought you would be the same.

Until that day, until the day I watched River, a knight from a commoner being assaulted, from afar.

[So, did you say Sir River? Are you okay?]

[If you were worried about this much, why not help me?]

It was a blunt tone on the subject of an ordinary knight with no background.

You dare. He took out his anger on Bartlante, the minor duke of the four major dukes and the captain of the emperor’s bodyguard.

Even if discipline is used as an excuse to impose severe punishment, who will find fault with it?

But you pointed it out with a warm color.

[The culture of the Knights is closed, so nothing can be changed by bluffing once or twice. Even if I intruded. Even if he protected his body, did he even protect his honor?]

[That’s…]

River hesitated to answer. A knight barely escaping a crisis with someone’s protection. There was a strong possibility that he would have been left with a shame that would have gnawed his teeth for the rest of his life.

[I know people like Kyung well. Modest effort is the trajectory of life and pride… It is a respectable human figure.]

[Captain…?]

I doubted my ears.

Battlante Chester, who is in fact the second-in-command of the Empire, is praising himself as a human figure to be respected.

People who are worse off than that, disparage themselves as beings like worms…

Bartlante went one step further and said with a smirk.

[If you help such people… I know very well that I have to push them in a different way. Very… Well… Keuhuh…]

[Yes…? Air…?]

[Sir River will stay at the end of his shift from today. We’re going to have a private time just the two of us, right?]

[That’s… What…!?]

For the first time I saw Bartlante giggle. It was an evil cry that would normally be reluctant to even associate it with.

So, from the second day the gates of hell opened wide.

[Whoa… Whoa… Whoa… Whoop…]

[How do you feel?]

[It’s too big… This kind of thing… No more…!]

[It’s still a long way off. Push in at once!]

[Huh!]

It was an evening where the heat seemed to touch the stars. In the middle of the darkened imperial palace gymnasium, a groan broke out.

Reaver was wielding a monstrous weapon under the guidance of Bartlante.

Its name, which resembles a round shield, is called a sword. It is a monster that demands strength beyond imagination just by wielding it.

[Stimulate! Feel it! Uh huh, grab the pressure!!!]

[Ha, hoo, uh…! The real crowd, now the limit!]

[One last time!]

Whoop!

[Huh… Heh… It’s over…]

[Just one last time!]

[Yes, yes?!]

[Implement!]

Huung…

[Ugh… Uh uh… Ah…]

[Really, really, one last time, let’s swing it and finish it!]

[Turn off… aaa!!!]

Whoop!!!

[Uh huh. The posture is not good… Give strength to the lower body! Isn’t the stomach pressure relieved? Then get out of the way! Do it one more time!]

[Hiyaaa!!!]

…

……

Yes. How can i forget

It is said that the trauma of a monk who has lost his intellect lasts a lifetime. The aide who stays next to him is terrifying.

Hmm!

Livia brushes off her memories she wants to erase and confesses.

“That… Yes… Yes. It is said that it was hard to forget the grace of being with them through difficult days. Not the leader… But the Duke So is a savior to some people.”

“Why does Ms. Libya look more difficult…?”

“It must be the mood. Obviously.”

“I’m glad it’s my mistake.”

It was Bartlante who sensed a strange sense of deja vu. It’s been quite a while since my instinctive intuition went wrong, but it’s so strange.

Libya. Is it an illusion to feel that her eyes have suddenly changed to love-hate?

Observing Livia, who resembles River infinitely, Bartlante let go of her thoughts.

Ah, no way, he said.

Battlante’s first blind date was like a sailboat creaking in the wind. Only the two men and three eavesdropping criminals could know whether she would reach her destination safely or not.