I Became an Immoral Child in the Game

43 – 8-The one who couldn’t let go

After Kanniel’s declaration of adjournment, Stemwind returned more urgently than when the meeting was in progress.

The nobles were terrified that they might see blood between the Haenrel family and the De Yewitz family.

He must be wandering around trying to somehow get information about the successor.

I couldn’t avoid the crowd either.

The nobles of the north were concerned that the imperial family would not actively intervene in this matter.

A number of nobles have been looking for me for a while.

At times like that, I assured him that I had no intention of joining the imperial family.

However, the doubts did not disappear easily.

It was because of Marjorie who came to me right after the break.

“Boss, aren’t you uncomfortable with the old man visiting?”

Margery was an 8th Circle mage.

Esteria’s citizens, among them magicians, had to belong to the magic brigade from the 6th circle onwards.

In other words, he was the court wizard of the north, but he was the eyes and ears of the royal family, and a trumpeter.

I could easily predict the news he would come to me and tell me.

“Inconvenient. The news you brought would be even more inconvenient.”

I heard that the biggest drawback of vibrator play is that you eventually get used to the sensation and can no longer reach the climax, but this is true from what I experienced.

Just like a virgin having her first orgasm in her life, I held her by her collar while biting her lips and bent her waist like a bow for a while.

Because I was suffering from Jin all day, at some point, whenever I touched the danteon, my whole body felt tingly and numb.

So there was no problem with Marjorie.

“This is a message from His Majesty the Emperor.”

“I’ll listen.”

As expected, Margery brought news from the imperial family.

Marjorie took out his paper from the inside pocket of the robe that wizards wear instead of clocks.

He said, his hollow head shining like a monk’s.

“Listen to the cry of a huge black cow. And worship. The rightful heir and reclaimer of Homeland, the legitimate owner of the Oxburg Empire, and the one served by the six great families. Knights of the Lighthouse of Humanity and the Knights of the Holy Cross. And, the one who illuminates the Magic Tower of Truth, of Octantium…”

“Are you going to read all the rhetoric?”

You’re still stubborn in case someone isn’t a scholar.

It was understandable that Aidan hated Marjorie.

“Still, His Majesty sent it down himself…”

“To the point.”

“hehehe! I see.”

Marjorie cleared his throat once and opened his mouth.

There were several pops from his vocal chords covered in phlegm.

“Your Majesty is grieving. He cannot sleep well even a day knowing that the young boy with sacred blood is treated with disdain in the North.”

“So you said that you would hire me as my mayor? Do I need to rip this thing off quickly?”

“…….”

Marjorie did not appear surprised or displeased with my provocation.

On the contrary, he looked at me with a face that seemed to be lost in memories.

“You seem to be getting more and more like a princess.”

“You mean your mother had a cheek to rip?”

“…….”

Wait a moment, Marjorie’s face collapsed, seemingly lost in memories.

Clearing his throat once more, Margery said.

“The princess used that kind of speech too. She made the other person embarrassed and got what she wanted. It wasn’t s*xual like the young master, though.”

Margery seemed to see someone else in my face.

The old man’s dim eyes were hardly burdensome.

“The princess was a charming person. She stole the other person’s heart with just a few words… Oh, it’s so easy to get lost in memories when you’re old.”

Marjorie, assuming that she might have gone the other way, brushed the little back of her hair shyly.

“Coming back to the subject, His Majesty wants you to regain your rightful rights and become the heir to the North.”

“Even a beggar on the roadside is a legitimate ruler in his dreams. Do you think that position can only be obtained through bloodlines?”

“His Majesty is also aware of it. That’s why he said he would lend that power to you.”

Marjorie showed me a secret letter with the imperial seal on it.

It was written there that they would provide support with a number of troops that were not enough for the Dejewitz and Haenrel families, but capable of pushing back the Yakhok and occupying at least the third rank in the north.

And this number was only possible if the emperor, who was at war with the kingdom of Hunta, supported all of them, leaving only a minimum number of troops to defend the capital.

It was a part where you can get a glimpse of how much the emperor has children in the north.

Looking at the number, I was sarcastic.

“This is poison that will kill you if you eat it.”

“If you properly control the amount of Dokdo, it becomes a medicine. With this, you can prolong your life.”

But you can’t split the northern part into chaff.

Marjory tried to convince me, but I had already come to a conclusion.

“Please tell Your Majesty that the North cannot violate the Golden Edict.”

“……The princess will be sad.”

“You are tenacious.”

“When you get older, people become more emotional. I was by your side the moment the boy took his first breath, and the moment the princess passed away.”

Marjorie said in a worried voice, as if facing her grandchildren.

“The princess left a message for the young boy to live freely. He has no reason to be bound to the north.”

“There is no reason to be bound by the imperial family.”

“Your Majesty, at least, doesn’t want to kill the young master. Unlike in the North.”

Marjorie seemed to think that there was still room for persuasion.

He took my hand and continued.

“You’re a wonderful person. You’ve proven your excellence. But what’s left? He claims to be the eldest son of the Dejewitz family, but has anyone acknowledged it?”

It was a tone close to an earnest request.

It seemed like he was asking me to please stay alive.

In his eyes, I look like a sad child even in the face of death.

“Bocchan, don’t you know what the end will be like this.”

“Conversation is going back and forth, but since only one side is speaking, it seems to be over. Please go away.”

Marjorie removed her hand.

Realizing that I couldn’t change my resolve, Margery looked pensive on his face, wondering what was bothering him.

“The old man’s house has been long. Still, it was nice to see you like this. Today will be the last time you see the young master.”

“It’s too early for my head to run away. Are you cursing me?”

“No. I’m leaving the North.”

I struggled for a long time to understand the meaning behind Marjorie’s words.

Why did he, a court wizard and spy of the imperial family, leave Stemwind?

As I tilted my head, Marjorie explained the reason for leaving.

“As long as Bjorn-nim refused your mercy, Aidan-nim will be the heir to the North. Your Majesty will return all the wizards in the North to the Mage Tower and establish his authority right away.”

This world revolves around wizards.

There is no place without a magician in the economy, administration, military, etc.

Excluding such wizards from the north is the strongest sanction the imperial family can do.

No matter how extensive the purges were, I thought it was strange that the northern part was strangely destroyed during the demonic invasion, but this must have been the cause.

This is troubling news.

But it’s good to know before it happens.

I bowed my head to Marjorie and thanked her.

“Thanks for letting me know. Aidan will miss you.”

“You will feel relieved after the strict teacher leaves. Please accept the old man’s main responsibility. Then, young master, please take care of yourself.”

Marjorie stood up, pushing off the floor with her cane.

Even when he opened the door to leave, his robes swayed inside as if he had no regrets left.

After that, nobility came to me to ask about the intentions of the imperial family, where did they hear the news of my contact with Marjorie?

There was a lot of political affairs to be reviewed at the meeting, as the De Yeevitz family had opened up all sorts of things, but I felt like I was going to lose my mind to deal with even the aristocrats.

I asked Mion, who was waiting beside me.

“Mion, how many demon cultists have you found since the Great Hall?”

Mion also said as she was tidying up the maid’s outfit, probably getting used to women’s attire.

“There were none except for the nobles who stood on the side of the House of Haenrel.”

Until now, Mion has also met various people with me.

Of course, it’s possible that he won’t be discovered by Mion if he doesn’t go to the contract, but until now, it seemed that Haenrel was the only demon cult among the northern nobles.

No, since he took over the Haenrel family, he probably didn’t need to secure more teachers in the north.

“Then what if the Haenrel family is included?”

“All six knights beside Mrs. De Yewitz were demonists.”

Judging by the confident tone of voice, it seemed that the energy emanating from the bodies of the knights was quite vicious.

But all six knights dispatched from the House of Haenrel for the meeting are devils.

No matter how difficult it is to detect, isn’t it too defenseless?

Or are there other reasons for needing six demon cultists?

There is no point in trying to gossip.

You’ll know exactly when Helga comes.

After roughly finishing government affairs, Mion and I weed out demon cultists not only from the Haenrel family but also from the people who helped with chores in this house.

But Mion didn’t know the names of the people, so I had to guess them one by one.

Amber and Barton also took turns serving as room gatekeepers to escort the saint, so they couldn’t afford it.

The number of knights was so low that even Helga fell in, to the point where I had to stay vigil.

It was only after the sun had completely set that we finally had time.

“Huh, I think I’m finally going to live.”

I was able to take a breather only after pouring myself out into the private garden.

To move to exterminate the Demonic Cultists is only possible when Helga asks for information, so I was thinking of enjoying a little time before the upcoming storm.

“Nanny, it’s late. Go ahead.”

I said to the nanny standing next to me.

She, like me, has been overworked all day.

You deserve a good rest.

But the nanny shook her head.

“No. I can’t.”

“Why do I drink and make mistakes? It’s overprotective.”

“It’s not like that, but the alcohol you drink is very expensive, so I have to take responsibility for managing it. If it’s empty even a little bit, I can’t afford it with my salary.”

“…….”

I don’t have anything to refute because it’s a realistic reason.

“I can’t help it. Then be my companion.”

“I don’t have confidence in my speaking skills.”

“I don’t mean to joke. I have a question.”

Vita Liet, an alcoholic beverage that is a specialty of the North.

Asked her sipping her whiskey, distilled from her barley and aged in her oak barrels.

“What kind of person was my mother?”

I don’t know about her mother.

In her childhood, she was scared of Kanniel and didn’t dare to ask, and as her hair grew, she was so desperate to survive that she couldn’t afford to find out.

She didn’t even have a story about her in her Esteria biography set.

But the last few days, I’ve been curious to hear about her mother.

How did the daughter of the ducal family of the central region come to the north, marry Kaniel, and give birth to me?

“People say that my mother is a witch who sold one of her eyes to the devil. Is that true?”

“……It’s a long story.”

“I want to hear it for a long time.”

The nanny opened her mouth again only after all the alcohol in the glass had gone into her mouth.