I Became an Immoral Child in the Game

34 – 7-My friendly hometown

“Yes, I urgently called because I have an urgent matter. The matter is urgent, so I will end today’s meeting here.”

The aristocrats filling the Great Hall slipped out like the ebb tide.

It was only after Eileen was sent away that Kaniel came down from the seat of honor.

“I heard that a saint appeared. Is it true?”

Oh, was it that way?

So I told Eileen to go out.

I ordered the Knights of the Lighthouse of Humanity to shut down, but I couldn’t hide it from Kaniel.

“Yes. Sir Runea Van Hos, Vice-Captain of the Knights of the Holy Cross, made this declaration himself. I have now ordered Sir Sentle to stay in my room.”

“The Knights of the Holy Cross couldn’t have left the saint easily.”

“The person who became a saint was the child I personally took as a boot on the way to Lighthouse Village. Although there were some conditions, we agreed to take care of her until His Majesty sent an official letter.”

Kan Niel slowly stroked his chin.

“What are the conditions?”

“It was to hide the fact that the saint was born until His Majesty sent an official letter, and to cooperate as much as possible so that the saint could safely go to Octantium after the official letter came down.”

It’s okay to use the birth of a saint politically, but don’t try to keep it to yourself.

Don’t even harbor the desire to use the saint.

I spoke of Lunea’s requirements as much as possible.

Kanniel will understand.

“Saints are a double-edged sword. You know that our family will have to bear the blame if something goes wrong while worshiping.”

“Until His Majesty’s official letter comes down, I intend to serve her wholeheartedly. So that’s what I’m saying…”

I paused before talking about my requirements.

“To prevent unsavory things, I need people I can trust. I want to organize a knight squad that I can personally command.”

“The saint will be protected by the elite knights of the Lighthouse of Humanity. It is not your business.”

I bet on Kaniel’s words.

“Father, can you trust the elite knights of the Humanity Lighthouse?”

“You mean that some of my knights are disloyal?”

Kaniel’s words were calm and without hesitation, but the meaning behind those words was to say the next word carefully.

I tilted my head and said to Kaniel.

“The lighthouse chief of Lighthouse Village showed me a letter from my father. The content of the letter must have been, “Please make sure that there are no problems with my experience in the entrance exam.”

“…….”

“Could there be one or two such disloyal people in the Lighthouse of Humanity? Conversely, Father, are you less trustworthy than the most elite knights of the Lighthouse of Humanity?”

I’m sorry Sir Ragnar, but from the moment you showed me the letter, you’ve already crossed the irreversible river.

If I tell Kaniel like this, his options will be narrowed down to me.

He’s got his own weakness, but if he doesn’t use it, he’s an idiot.

Kaniel’s lips parted after a while.

“What if?”

“Yes?”

“Then what are you going to do? What are you going to do? Do you intend to fight me with that sword?”

Mana spread from Kaniel’s body like a haze.

I choked on the sword master’s pressure.

“You arrogant bastard. You’re acting like you’ve found a weakness just by reading that letter. Yes, I sabotaged your entrance exam. So are you going to rebel?”

As far as I know, Kaniel has the best talent for saying sharp words without emotion.

The only thing I could read his emotions was the mana that was oscillating and pressuring me.

I could do it too if I wanted to use mana.

You can push back Kanniel’s mana and protect yourself with self-defense.

But it didn’t.

Because it’s still time to crouch down, and because there’s something I want from Kaniel.

“I don’t mean to rebel… but, Your Excellency, do you currently have someone in the North that you can trust as much as I do?”

“Where does that faith come from?”

“It comes from blood. It’s thicker than water, so they attract each other.”

That’s why it can be more brutal than others.

Kaniel collected the mana that flowed through the Great Hall.

“Form an army of trustworthy knights to assist the saint. Mistakes will not be tolerated.”

“Thank you.”

Pull his chin slightly to show your respect.

The hatred and contempt at the end of that rudeness. And will Kaniel be able to read the desperate spirit of revenge?

As I left the Great Hall, Kaniel added a word.

“By the way, half of your blood belongs to the imperial family. Don’t be fooled.”

Then, of course.

I have no idea what to do with you with the power of the imperial family.

Because I will destroy you myself.

*

Amber and Barton were waiting outside the Great Hall.

“Earl Yakhok…”

“Stop.”

I covered Barton’s mouth.

“There are many ears to listen. Here, a word or a gesture could cost you your life. Keep silent and follow me.”

I quickly rolled my feet and headed for my room.

At the visit, the senior engineer of the Lighthouse of Humanity, Helga Sentel, and the maid were standing there.

Helga, who was yawning profusely, stretched herself when she saw me.

“Bjorn-nim, you came faster than I thought.”

“You did a good job keeping it. You can come into my room and talk.”

“Hey, wait! Wait! Is this the door to the room?”

Amber’s eyes widened.

That’s understandable, since each door will be 2m wide and 3.5M high.

When I was young, it was difficult for me to open it by myself.

“Is this a black oak tree? Even the symbol of the Lighthouse of Humanity is decorated with intaglios on the griffin. Even if one door is opened, a commoner can live drunk for three months.”

“What are you struggling with with a door?”

When I opened the door and entered, Amber’s jaw felt like it would fall out.

“Is this Bjorn’s room?! Are you using it alone?”

“Does anyone share their room with others?”

“Isn’t this the whole western section of the first floor of this huge castle all to myself?”

“Is this the life of an aristocrat? My God. How luxurious!”

Amber muttered, looking around the room as if she was possessed.

Amber’s eccentricity, her aristocratic dislike seemed to rise.

The muttering that started with ‘People outside the castle suffer from food worries even if they work all day’ continued to ‘How can I understand and rule the common people when we live like this?’.

I cleared my throat as I thought I would soon be shouting, ‘Let’s stab and kill all the nobles!’

“To be precise, this is the master room of this nature. But since my mother passed away, my father hasn’t used it, so I’m left alone.”

“My God. How many rooms are there in a room?”

“I’ve never seen such pottery since I grew hair! How can it be such a mysterious color!”

These don’t even listen to me.

What would I do if I let out a sigh, the fact that I took the instep of my foot.

While Amber and Barton were looking around for a while, Mion, who had been there before, came out to greet them.

“Mr. De Jejitz! Mr. De Jejitz!”

“Why, seeing this room made you want to start a revolution too?”

“No, not that, sorry! I touched something and it shattered.”

“Mion, what do you mean by that?”

Are you already putting the material shackles on yourself because you want to get under me somehow?

No matter how childish you are, you’re too quick to make mistakes!

“Well, something black energy emanated from it, so when I touched it with my hand, it shattered with a pass.”

“……Bring that thing.”

What Mion brought was a small vase piece.

Something that the maids always take care of and don’t mind because they change it every time.

No matter how much I turned it, it was just an ordinary piece of glass to my eyes.

“Mion, I’ll give you a holy education.”

I told Mion why the saint is so feared by demons.

“A saint can sense the power of demons and has the ability to eliminate them at the same time.”

“Yes?”

“The dark energy in the vase must be the power of the devil. The moment it touches you, the black energy disappears and the vase is broken. That’s proof. Someone who serves the devil is playing a joke.”

This is the reason why the saint is the enemy of the devil.

No matter how powerful it is, demonic power cannot have any effect on a saint.

It is unlikely that rumors of the birth of a saint have already spread to the Devil Church.

Rather than that, it’s more appropriate to judge that I’ve been checking to see if Jinn of Flame is really with me.

The moment the vase is broken, demon cultists will think Jin helped me.

Jin, who had been wandering around the shards of glass for a long time, spoke.

[Probably a bugging device. The demon cult guys are already watching you.]

“No matter how much the devil’s power is borrowed, the eavesdropping distance won’t be that long at this size. The culprit must be in this castle. Jin, can you find it?”

[Impossible. Now I have no anger, no body. It’s hard to get away from you by more than a certain distance.]

“It’s like a god that doesn’t help. Is there anything useful other than a breast?”

[Come into my ministry one more time. I’ll burn even the bones this time!]

I asked Mion, who was at a loss as she looked at Jin, who was in a frenzy.

“Is there anything else other than this vase that gives you a similar feeling?”

“I didn’t look closely, but at least I didn’t feel anything in this room.”

“Okay. Everyone gather around.”

I made a round seat in the living room with chairs and tables brought here and there.

Me, Helga Sentel, Amber Cutter, Barton Wigner, Mion, and Jin of the Flame, six people gathered in this space.

“First of all, I have something to tell you. The Marquis has given permission to form a separate knight corps in the name of assisting the saint. As of the current time, the members here have been organized into my knight corps.”

“Yes? Me too?”

“Yes, Sir Helga Sentle. I’ll put my senior knight duties aside for a while so I can focus on my assistant.”

“Aren’t you the assistant of a saint?”

“You’re speechless.”

Thirsty, I called the maid standing outside the door.

“Nanny, bring me a baby bottle.”

“What would you like for today?”

“A southeastern specialty, always drunk in the Queer region.”

At the word baby bottle, Helga raised her forehead, and Amber and Barton tilted their heads.

“It’s not a fault for a nobleman’s unusual taste, but isn’t it a shame that he hasn’t been able to take off the bottle yet?”

“A man sucks on a bottle all his life.”

“More than that, the Queer area isn’t famous for its milk…”

Eventually, Amber and Barton also hit their foreheads with the ‘baby bottle’ brought by the maid.

“Ah, it was alcohol. How far have you fallen at that age? How far do you intend to fall?”

“It’s not just alcohol, it’s brandy, and it’s also XO grade from the Queer region?”

“Yes, it’s an undiluted solution without a single drop of water extracted from one barrique, which was confirmed to catch fire by dropping it on gunpowder.”

I, who died in my mid-twenties due to drinking and singing, can’t I tolerate alcohol in a different world?

I’d rather hang up dog poop.

I continued as I rolled my drink into a special glass and savored the scent.

“Barton, what were you trying to say?”