Legendary Youngest Son of the Marquis House - Chapter 3

Part 1, Chapter 3

I lifted his head again.

 

The guy who’s been whimpering for a while looked at me and then he shuddered.

 

That looked familiar.

 

I’ve seen so many things in my past life.

 

I know the expression made by those who were eaten by fear of death.

 

“Save me… Save me…… help me……….”

 

He broke the silence and opened his mouth for the first time.

 

“Save me?”

 

Laughter bursts out, an irresistible laughter.

 

“Why would I?”

 

I laughed, smirked and said.

 

Save… save.

 

“Give me a… give me!

 

Give it to me… please!

 

It is hard to express in words how pathetic he looked.

 

I put his face in the lake again.

 

Maybe it’s because I hit it hard without thinking about lifting it, but the person who felt the crisis was going crazy.

 

Every time I did that, I lifted his head and stuck it on a marble at the edge of the lake a few times.

 

oop, oop, oop!

 

Three or four times.

 

His body was drooping.

 

I put him aside and rose from my seat.

 

Wohoo… I feel like my head was clear.

 

Then I turned to a soldier.

 

“Huh…? Yes?”

 

“Get rid of him.”

 

I don’t know the name, but I honestly don’t need to know it.

 

He looked at me with trembling eyes.

 

That look is like asking, ‘Did you really kill him?”

 

I’m afraid I have a bit of a grudge.

 

The conclusion I made was neat, kind and broad as the ocean.

 

Let someone alive and torment it until it beg to be killed. My act of not killing at once deserved to be called a good one.

 

“Because he was not dead. Take him off.”

 

“Yes……yes!”

 

My action spread to the family in an instant, and, understandably, the family was turned upside down.

 

* * *

 

Paylon Valentie.

 

He was Jack Valentie’s half-brother, the second in the family and the future heir to Countess Mantis, the background of the Marquis’ wife.

 

Countess Mantis, who supported Paylon, was from an overwhelmingly wealthy family that paid up to 20% of the kingdom’s taxes alone, and who backs the family, for Paylon to naturally become the next marquis unless there is a difference.

 

But now he’s lying in bed with a broken head, cracked skull, and water phobia.

 

No wonder the family was turned upside down.

 

Rumors were also abundant.

 

Paylon Valantie was a so-called gifted man who made three circles in his heart at the age of 17.

 

However, how could the youngest who could not even learn proper martial arts, let alone Mana Circle, subdue such a second child?

 

Was he hiding his power behind others’ back?

 

Then why are you showing your strength now?

 

Paylon Valantie was due to be officially appointed as successor after the coming-of-age ceremony when he turned 18 next year.

 

In the end, was her youngest being greedy for her place in the house?

 

The rumors were growing bigger and bigger.

 

Family knights, including the elders, thought.

 

Marquis Valentie, who adhered to the principles of first born.

 

His history was that he married a woman named Noah, who was only a servant.

 

Noah, his first wife, gave birth to Elizabeth and died four years later when she gave birth to Jack.

 

Elizabeth was favored by the householder for her extraordinary appearance and talent, but not Jack.

 

The internal circumstances of the marquis were rather complicated.

 

Everyone thought in that situation.

 

What kind of reaction do you have?

 

Knight, who approached me with a strange look, said.

 

“You must come to the main building.”

 

“Now?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I didn’t prepare much and just took a step.

 

When Knight was about to follow me, I raised my hand and signed not to follow, he looked at me with a strange facial expression.

 

Are you sure you want to go alone? That’s the look on his face.

 

I shrugged my shoulders and moved on.

 

Although not mentioned, the rose garden was located very close to the Marquis’ main house.

 

The distance was only 400 meters.

 

The phrase “located in a corner” was such a positioning that it felt perfect.

 

That’s why I was able to get to the main building in no time.

 

The first thing I felt when I arrived at the main building was a tingling gaze from all sides.

 

It’s a different dimension from the rose garden, and there were escorts everywhere, administrators and soldiers who were coming and going as if they were busy staring at me.

 

The emotion in that stare was certainly not a favor.

 

I must say, it was not refreshing.

 

It’s been a long time since I’ve been ignored like this.

 

Suddenly, I looked up at the castle of the great marquis.

 

At the top, there were people called elders.

 

It is new, but the position of being the owner of a province is always busy.

 

The duties to be dealt with, as well as the advice of elders and other family members and so on.

 

So the Marquis spends most of his time in the office.

 

I went straight to the office of Marquis.

 

Things like artworks and statues hanging around were not even noticed.

 

I had no intention of having it, and I had no intention of wasting time on something like this.

 

When I approached the front of the office and tried to reach out to open the door, the two knights in front of the office crossed the window and blocked me.

 

I gently lowered my lost hand and glanced at the knight.

 

I’m sure they were feeling my gaze, but the knight’s eyes were on the front and so were the other knights.

 

Treating me as an invisible person… Oh, my.

 

It’s ridiculous

 

“Hey, knight?”

 

The knight doesn’t say anything.

 

With a bloody smile, I tapped his chin a couple of times with my hands, and tapped the other knight’s abdomen with my fists three or four times.

 

Still, the knight looks straight ahead, without saying a word.

 

Are you dumb? “Can’t you tell me?”

 

The knight, who was staring only at the front, turned his head with an annoying face and looked at me.

 

If I were in the past, I might have looked at that expression and stepped back, but not now.

 

Please don’t kill me with that look on your face.

 

Yo. It was no different than doing it.

 

With a playful smile, this time I punched the knight in the stomach.

 

Whoosh!

 

The knight frowns with the feeble pain.

 

To such a knight, I gave advice to get some bones and flesh.

 

“Straighten your face, before you fold your spine.”

 

“…….uhh?”

 

Knight’s posture, facial expression.

 

Comprehensively judged, it was clear that the Manna user was about 6th Circle.

 

According to the book “The Definition of Manna Users” spread on the continent, Manna users are divided into a total of 10 grades.

 

Users in Circles 1-3 are introductory. In other words, a beginner.

 

Users in Circles 4-6 are experts.

 

Users in 7-9 circles are called high-circle manna users.

 

And the 10th circle.

 

The word for the tenth circle manna user is master.

 

They are sometimes referred to as super humans, but in fact, both are words that refer to a 10-circle manna user.

 

Not long ago, there were only high-circle users and masters around me, but now I was playing with 6 circles.

 

I felt so restless.

 

Anyway, this guy in front of me was probably a member of the Iron-Blooded Knights, which was called the elite of the Marquis.

 

I looked him in the eyes and said.

 

“I don’t ask twice. Why won’t you let me in when Marquis called me?”

 

Only then does the knight answer.

 

“……The Marquis asked you to wait.”

 

“Wait? Until when?”

 

The knight, who seemed to be having a conversation with me, immediately turned away and said, as if he was trying to forget what had just happened.

 

“I can’t tell you that.”

 

So.

 

Just wait?

 

I bursted into laughter.

 

The Marquis intention was too obvious.

 

You have no place to stand here, so reflect on yourself…… well, that’s the intention.

 

Of course I had no intention of playing with that intention.

 

As I turned around and walked, I heard the knight’s confused voice from behind.

 

“…Confucian? Where is he going?”

 

“Is there anywhere else he can go?”

 

“…Uhh?”

 

“If he has something to say, come and tell him yourself. They’re telling me to come and go with something unusual. Annoyingly.”

 

As I turned my head again, I could see the knight opening his mouth.

 

The other knight next to him was looking at me like I was crazy, and I just ignored it.

 

Did you think I’d be waiting in front of him all day if he told me to wait at the door?

 

So I came back to the rose garden.

 

* * *

 

“I just went back.”

 

Marquis Valentie’s pen slightly stopped at the words of the knight.

 

“You said he went back?”

 

“.… Yes that’s right.”

 

The knight couldn’t bring himself to speak the last word Jack, so uttered.

 

Then the Marquis finally smirked.

 

“Youngest, you’ve changed a lot.”

 

The Marquis then rose from his seat.

 

Like a man with a place to go.

 

There was a small lake in the rose garden.

 

I put a chair in front of the lake and sat there looking at the lake in a leisurely manner.

 

I could see him in the lake holding tomato juice in one hand.

 

The figure was as clear as a happy man, smiling benevolently.

 

The wetting was almost like the resurrection of God.

 

Of course, it was just a very personal thought to see my face reflected in the lake, but some would agree.

 

How long has it been?

 

Soon, the entrance side becomes noisy.

 

As I turned my head lost in memories, Marquis Valentie, was entering the entrance to the rose garden accompanied by about a dozen knights and marquis wife.

 

The faces of others were not even noticeable.

 

Marquis Valentie.

 

I stared at him as I was sitting in my chair.

 

Square chin, thick eyebrows.

 

Narrow forehead and naturally formed wrinkles on the forehead.

 

At a glance, that person looked very stubborn…It’s enough to make one’s thoughts explode.

 

I’m not kidding, it was so similar to the one in my memory that I almost burst into laughter..

 

The marquis then looked around the rose garden.

 

It was as if the marquis had such an impression that this place was always beautiful.

 

This time, I couldn’t hold it in and burst into laughter.

 

It’s ridiculous.

 

The Marquis soon found me and moved slowly and heavily toward me.

 

Sitting in a chair, I didn’t get up, I just stared at the marquis’ procession.

 

In a way, it might seem like an immoral, impolite brat, but well

 

In my view, not at all.

 

I was thinking of the existence of my father as just a non-existence.

 

This was not the level of deep emotional agony.

 

My father, no, Marquis Valentie, tried to kill me when I ran away from home in the past.

 

I thought there might have been other feelings behind it decades ago and I certainly realized that there wasn’t.

 

A person who uncharacteristically acts of greed is not funny, and holds all the weight alone even though he cannot even realize his desire.

 

To be honest, I was able to move on to this post.

 

However, being irresponsible is a different story.

 

You can’t do that.

 

My parents.

 

If you throw your child as a sex slave and destroy all that life process, you can’t do it.

 

That’s.

 

You really shouldn’t do that.

 

Breathing out, he crossed his legs as it was.

 

Anyway, that’s the Marquis Valentie I know and the real Marquis Valentie the world doesn’t know.

 

How could a man like that be called a father?