hotmtlnovel Chapter 322
Chapter 322
My Villains Episode 322
57. Preface (3)
I’m embarrassed inside. It was because the Marquis of Eavon and I were left alone in the inner chamber where silence flowed.
This wasn’t a normal situation.
To put it bluntly, the existence of me is a monster that can tear apart about 43 or 40 soldiers in an instant. I’m unarmed, but I don’t think that would dramatically reduce my risk.
There was no way that the old Marquis would not know about this fact. Considering that he had been accompanied by knights and battle mages whenever he faced me, it was clear that he was fully aware of the danger I had.
But are you suddenly alone?
I tried to raise my senses to the fullest... but nothing caught me. He may have used a secret escort or something magical, but at first he doesn’t feel anything.
In an incomprehensible situation, vigilance springs up.
Did my feelings show through my face? The old high lord, who was sipping wine, looked at me and let out a big smile.
“You don’t have to be nervous, sir. I just want to talk frankly.”
Saying that, Marquis Eavon took out a fine glass from the side table and filled it with wine. And it was sticking out towards me.
I, who could break my opponent’s neck in an emergency, am very nervous, but the Marquis, who could take his life, is very calm. It’s funny.
“...under.”
Suddenly I felt like a stray cat with its fur upright, so I let out an annoyed sigh and drooped my shoulders.
“yes. Please tell me, sir.”
After accepting the glass, the Marquis sat down on the road and crossed her legs.
“Okay, let’s see... Were you talking about Aha Luyan?”
” yes.”
“Yes, Luyan. Poor child.”
He quietly sipped his wine.
It is said that wine from Dandeli is famous for silk, but the deep but not irritating aroma and the soft texture that fills the mouth were very satisfying.
“I loved the child’s father very much. Count Alder. He was stupidly honest and couldn’t stand injustice, so he was more suited to a knight than a great lord.”
“...You seem to have a different personality from Baron Ruyan.”
“completely. Alder in my memory was a very gentle and gentle guy. Just like a cow.”
The Marquis carved a deep wrinkle between his brows and clicked his tongue.
“On the other hand, Ruyan didn’t look like his father at all except for his eyes. Uncharacteristically like me, I like to be toxic and lie well.”
“okay.”
“At the same time, I don’t even know how to hide my true feelings. It’s like exposing your dainty toenails.” Daeyoungju, who laughed low with a voice boiling with phlegm, cleared his throat and tilted his glass.
“Luyan believes that my father was executed and the family collapsed because of me. In fact, all the people of Trumwell and Delhi Road seem to think so.”
“Isn’t it?”
“...Did you ask if it’s not now?”
“yes.”
“Ha of course not!”
He showed both palms as if he was unfair.
“It was not I who lured Alder and led him and Earthguchi to destruction, but the northern fox. My only fault is that I didn’t notice the idiot’s departure sooner.”
“...To be honest, it’s a bit complicated, isn’t it?”
“You say it’s ironic?”
“Because you gave all the titles and estates you took away from Count Alder to your grandson. As a result, Arya’s family benefited the most, so it’s only natural that they get misunderstood.”
“It’s something everyone is talking about without knowing. I made the inevitable choice.”
The Marquis continued his speech with a determined expression.
“30% of Antrum was Alder’s territory. How are you going to deal with all that vast land? Shall we choose one of the barons without merit? Or should I tear it to shreds and make a burial mound? Ha I can’t do stupid things like that. You can never do something that will be disastrous in the future.”
He continued to speak in a cold tone.
“Besides, it’s not like I’m going to hold onto the land forever
. Anyway, if Os takes my place, I have to share it in moderation. No matter how brilliant a person is, he cannot rule over 800,000 people alone.”
Eavon, who was feverish, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After dissipating his anger in a couple of breaths, the old man sipped his wine again with a benevolent expression.
“The problem is that stupid vassals rarely understand this situation.”
“Can I convince you? Just like you did.”
“Are you serious? Are you saying that someone as high as a high lord should give his vassals every excuse to serve?”
“...yes. What’s not going to happen?”
The Marquis stared at me with a slightly angry look, then immediately twisted his face and shook his head.
“Damn it, I’m serious. Hehe, no one else would have thought that Zaharkar would say such a thing.”
“You mean Zahar?”
“That’s right. I mean I didn’t know you enjoyed such peaceful and benevolent conversations. I thought it was Zahakar and Baluin’s way of erasing entire families even if the vassals raised their heads. huh?” These pirate bastards again... When
I kept my mouth shut, the Marquis leaned back on the backrest with a look of satisfaction.
“Actually, it doesn’t matter whether Ruyan misunderstands or not. What would a 12-year-old kid do?”
“He’s only a 12-year-old kid.”
I scratched my eyebrows.
“Do you really think so?”
“...of course.”
“Hmm, that’s surprising.”
As I stared at the Marquis, his words trailing off, he immediately put the wine glass down.
“Oh yeah. I know too. I know right away that Ruyan is no ordinary kid.”
Fortunately, the eye is in good shape.
“One day you will become a much more dangerous man than my father. Still a child though. As long as I risk a little reputational damage, I can handle that little kid.”
“But why don’t you do that?”
“Because...
the old highlord rubbed his wrinkled brow.
“shit. If I send an assassin just because I’m superior to Os, most of my vassals will have to lose an heir. It’s a fucking thing.”
“...Isn’t Count Ost that much? He seemed smart and nice enough.”
“Smart and nice, but he’s like a girl. He is an idiot who prefers the brush to the sword and prefers the poet to the knight.”
“Are you sane now? I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
“Haha I’m fine. I’m not old enough to let a few glasses of wine cloud my judgment.”
“Then it’s more of a problem...
The old lord chuckled and shrugged.
“I think I explained my situation sufficiently, but was it still not enough?”
“What were you talking about behind my back? No, aside from that, with his wife – can there be a sufficient explanation for the suggestion to do such a thing?”
“Didn’t you tell me the story of your incompetent grandson?”
“So you want to raise a new heir? Did you take someone else’s seed at that age?”
Unknowingly, the Marquis replied with a smile on his face as if he didn’t care.
“Didn’t I tell you that you’re still on your toes? If you get a son by the next year or so, how will you last until the coming-of-age ceremony?”
“If you’re like that, you can do it yourself, right?”
“Three children died young, and the only grandson left is Os.”
With a smile on his face, the old man spat out a story that would make his mind go crazy.
“This is the seed I sowed when I was young. If I sow seeds with my old body, I wonder if I will get anything great.”
“Then what about Count Os? It’s already been designated as the successor, so are you sure you intend to kill it and clean it up?”
“Huh, no way. Do I look like a demon?”
He looks like a grumpy old man.
“It wouldn’t be too bad from Os’ point of view. He’s already burdened with the burden of being the successor, so he’d be happy if you set him free. You will also get the opportunity to learn literature and art that you have been longing for.”
The Marquis quenched his thirst with wine and shrugged.
“In fact, isn’t this the fundamental solution to my worries? A child of your blood would be much better than Os, no matter how bad it is.”
“Honestly, it just sounds stupid and crazy.”
“I want to know why Kyung thinks so.”
I pressed my temples and explained carefully.
“Let’s say I get a son with the Marquis de Panabel, and the child grows up to be Your Excellency’s successor. And do you really think there will be no problem if the child becomes a marquis after His Excellency dies
?”
“What could be the problem?”
“Uh, well... I might suddenly appear and devour the territory, telling my son, who became the Marquess of Antrum, ‘I am your father’.”
“yes. It could be.”
The Marquis nodded coolly and asked again.
“But what about the other way around?”
“...the other way around?”
“You are the conceived child of the next duke of Ireland.”
“So what?”
“If my heir, born through Panabel, becomes the Marquess of Antrum. And what if it turns out that your blood runs in that child?”
I narrowed my eyebrows.
“Well, you’ll be kicked out of the position of Marquis.”
“Haha, you looked so easy on me. Even if that problem arises, I will secure a place that will not shake my authority and pass it on to my child.”
The Marquis continued with a confident expression.
“The head of Arya, where Zaharkar’s blood flows. Somehow, if the opportunity arrives well, a monarch who encompasses Antrum and Ireland may be born.”
“Do you think that makes sense?”
“In terms of odds alone, it will be much higher than you swallowing Antrum. The king and other great lords will risk their lives to stop Eiland from advancing on the continent.”
...that could be it.
As I quietly scratched my eyebrows, Marquis said with her chin resting.
“So, if you accept my offer, you’d better keep it a secret. There is nothing to gain in Ireland.”
“...Even if that’s the case, doesn’t the most important problem remain?”
“The most important problem?”
You really don’t know, are you asking this crazy old man?
I said, pounding my chest in frustration.
“No sir. If I give birth to His Excellency’s heir through the Marquis, the child who has no blood in the Aryan family will become the Marquis.”
“Hmm?”
“Actually, the lineage is cut off due to being cuckooed. It means you can’t protect your family.”
“...Well, that’s a problem. It’s none of your business.”
The old lord tidied up his beard for a while before spitting out words.
“That child will be just like Os.”
“Is it the same? What do you mean?”
“The yin composition or ratio of bloodlines.”
“yes? What do you mean-”
I stopped talking and opened my mouth wide. The Marquis smiled shyly.
“The Marquis can’t be.”
“Panabel is the daughter of Count Jovian. To be precise, that’s how it was known.”
“They said he looked exactly like his mother...... Yes, his wife was also beautiful. To the point where I couldn’t resist the urges of my youth.”
Memories of the first time I saw the Marquis of Eavon, Mrs. Panabel, and the Count of Oth flashed through my mind at the curtain wall of the Seteniora Monastery.
At that time, I thought that Mrs. Panabel was the daughter of the Marquis. I thought it was a mistake because of the age difference, but when I thought about it again, the marquis and his wife had strangely similar features
.
“...I don’t think he was very young.”
“I was just forty. You’re young enough for that.” ” under.”
“Don’t make that face. I was also punished in my own way.”
“......punishment?”
The Marquis shrugged.
“No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t conceive a child. It’s a very strange thing.”
I’m losing my mind.