"I broke off our friendship."
"?!?!?!"
"Aaaaaaaah!"
"Whoa~~!!"
Ryan cheered as he punched the empty air.
“That’s right, that’s it! How dare you date when even the Lord isn’t?!”
“Wow, that’s great! Woohoo!”
“Ah, the alcohol is going down so smoothly!”
When it was said that a long-standing friendship had been broken, the men who couldn't date, including Ryan, all shouted with joy.
Crazy people!
"Don't worry, young lady."
Then Rudy, who was sitting to my left, whispered in my ear.
"The Captain and Max are getting along just as usual. They are simply keeping absolutely silent about that confession."
"Oh, really? That's a relief."
“Honestly, the way I see it, the Captain has feelings for Max too, you know?”
"Right? I think the same."
“You never know. Maybe they’ll start living together after they retire.”
"Oh my goodness!"
Other people's love stories are fun!
At that time.
Here comes the snacks again.
Butler Ralph walked over precariously, carrying a large plate of turkey.
Rudy hurriedly stood up, took the plate, and set it down. With so many people, the speed at which the snacks were running out was astonishing.
“Ah, just in time! Butler, sit down! Hey, Emma too!”
Ryan, having seated Ralph, called over Emma, who was bringing out a plate of fruit.
And he stood behind the two people and spoke.
"You two always go through so much trouble. Emma, it must have been tough coming all the way to Belzer to wash our daughter's underwear, right?"
“Hoho, no!”
“Ah, what are you talking about!”
I protested immediately. Ryan looked at me and clicked his tongue.
"While everyone else washes their own clothes by hand, my daughter can't forget her Princess days...."
Damn it, I couldn't refute this.
Among the six people staying at the mansion, the ones doing the housework are Ryan, Revan, and Kali, who have a habit of doing their own work. These three.
And Alex and Merchen, who are naturally used to being served, have long since done nothing.
“But that hardship is over now. Belzer’s Gate will soon open.”
Ryan grinned and looked around the mansion.
“To uphold the dignity of a lord, I’ll have to rebuild the house like a castle. And hire about a hundred servants, too.”
Why a hundred people? Even Wassenberg doesn't have that many; Ryan must be dreaming of becoming a great lord.
“Ralph, our butler, who probably reminisced about his prime while handing out milk delivery bills in the morning. Now, the time has finally come for you to show off your competence.”
“Haha, I’ll do my best.”
“And Emma’s suffering, with your wrists aching from washing our daughter’s clothes, is finally over. I’ll hire about fifty laundry workers for you.”
"Hoho, thank you for even just the words."
"Now, let's toast!"
Ryan, who already looked like a great nobleman, picked up the beer glass he had put down and shouted loudly.
“For the prosperity of Belzer!”
“For!”
“For~!!!”
A thunderous shout echoed across the quiet estate.
However.
Don't I have anything?
You gilded every single one of your family members, and yet I'm just to be remembered as a young lady whose underwear got washed?
I glared quietly when I met Ryan's eyes. He grinned and approached me.
"Now, our..."
Standing behind me, he places his hand on my shoulder and speaks.
...That’s concise.
“Wow, praise God!”
“Fear no death! She will save us from hell!”
“Wow, young lady, you’re the best! You’re a beauty~!”
The soldiers are squeezing out cheers as if they have to earn their keep—it's heartbreaking...
“Get out of the way, you jerk!”
"Wow!"
Ryan pushed Rudy away and squeezed in to sit next to me.
Then, looking around at the family members who were all engrossed in boisterous chatter, he draped his arm over my shoulder.
"Thank you, my daughter."
"What?"
“If it weren’t for you, would I have ever imagined a life like this? By now, I’d probably be holed up in the mountains as a criminal, hunting bears.”
“Pfft.”
“It feels like a real dream...”
Ryan, feeling good from being drunk, grinned.
As expected, he has the blood of Wassenberg flowing through his veins and a lust for power. To think he is this good just because he received a viscount title.
If one more upgrade happens, he might faint from joy.
“Ah... Now that I’m living like a decent human being, I kind of regret the 12 years I spent in prison...”
Thump, Ryan fell over.
He looked at me while lying face down on the table with his cheek pressed against it and spoke.
"The 12 years I lived without knowing you... I totally wasted my life...'
“Haha, that’s right.”
I lay down following Ryan. I pressed my cheek against the table in the exact same pose and stared at his unfocused face.
“I wish I were your younger sister, about a year younger.”
"Hehe."
Then Ryan wouldn't have had to waste 12 years unjustly.
We could have gone back to before the tragedy struck his life and let him start over from the beginning.
However, even if I rewind time as much as possible, I can never return to the age I was before I manifested this ability.
It’s okay, though.
Ryan tapped my cheek.
"Anyway, it will be a much more satisfying life compared to the first time."
“That’s right. Let’s hurry up and get strong, take care of everything, and live the rest of our lives to the fullest.”
"Good..."
Ryan's eyes closed as if he were sleepy.
“But now what should we do?”
“What am I doing? I have to train my Bless.”
"Right..."
Surprisingly, we succeeded in colluding with the Imperial Family quite easily. If I can just raise Belzer according to the Crown Prince's plan, the title will be secured sooner than expected.
The 'qualification' to bring the Wassenberg criminals to trial is established before the executioner's 'sword'.
"How far have you come?"
“About... 20 percent?”
"How long will it take?"
“At this rate... 4 years? 3 and a half years?”
“...”
It is the harmful effect of the special bless <Instant Death>, where the stronger it is, the harder it is to train.
But what can I do? I have to do it.
Didn't it take as long as 8 years the first time?
“Sob, I wonder what other colorful bad things my dad will do while I grow up...”
“It’s okay. At least I cut off the leg.”
The Imperial Family has now secured the power to suppress the monster crisis without having to ask Wassenberg for favors. Nike, Ryan, and even the mercenary monster Ratan.
So, Father can no longer hold power in exchange for providing military force. He will likely maintain power in other ways.
For the time being, they will need new means to pressure the imperial family, so they will focus on expanding their influence in the political arena.
'Not bad.'
Because now is the perfect time for us to quietly expand our size, avoiding the watchful eyes of Father as he gets busy with his power struggles.
“I wish my Bless Gauge would be full when I open my eyes...”
Ryan muttered.
“Fool, you’re trying to get away with it.”
“I wish I could wake up to find myself in a thriving territory with lots of people...”
I really wish that were the case.
“I wish everyone would just call me ‘Lord, Lord’...”
Look at the lust for power.
“To do that, I have to work hard... Because I have a lot of family to support...”
I stroked Ryan's head as he closed his eyes completely and mumbled incoherently.
"Cheer up, Dad."
"Yee. Let's live life to the fullest, my daughter..."
“...”
“I wish the Crown Prince would give me the Count title soon...”
“...”
I found out about Ryan's drinking habits.
“I wish I were a Count the moment I opened my eyes...”
Infinite repetition.
He's repeating himself.
"Count, it is time to wake up."
Blink, blink.
Ryan barely opened his eyes, frowning.
"Ah, f*ck. My head feels like it's going to explode."
He drank too much yesterday.
He must get ready immediately so that he can depart for the island in the afternoon.
Ryan slowly turned his head at the voice that kept coming from beside him.
What? Is this a dream?
A young man wearing glasses and a neat butler's uniform is standing. Next to him was a maid holding a tray.
"I understand you are not feeling well after drinking too much yesterday, but please bear with me as you need to move urgently due to your schedule."
Ryan slowly got up.
Then the butler handed over the bowl that was on the tray.
"This is a tea that is good for relieving hangovers. It has been chilled for you, so please drink it all at once."
Ryan drank whatever was given to him. As he moistened his dry mouth, he slowly regained his senses.
He looks around while clutching his throbbing head.
A large and fancy room.
Quite expensive-looking furniture and luxurious decorations are also placed here and there.
"Who are you?"
Ryan asked the butler, collecting the dishes in a choked voice.
Then the butler let out a sigh.
“...”
“...”
A brief silence.
Ryan, who had been looking at the butler's face while tilting his head as if he had lost his memory, burst into laughter.
Soon, he clutches his stomach and laughs.
“Puhahahaha!”
"Get up."
“Hey, keep up with me!”
"I have prepared water for washing your face."
“Oh my, boring at all. Ethan, you know I had a dream full of memories last night?”
The face of the butler named Ethan is very familiar.
After all, he is the head butler who was carefully selected and hired by Head Butler Ralph Hughes and has already served Ryan for two years.
“What kind of dream did you have?”
“You know the day I received the Viscount title? That day, too, we partied hard, just like yesterday.”
Ryan got off the bed, tightening the strings of his robe that were fully open, and stretched with all his might.
"I see. Since you drank too much the day before going to confer the countship, I suppose this is Belzer's custom at this point."
"That is essentially the case."
Ryan approached the window. As if recognizing him trying to open the door, Ethan went ahead and opened it for him.
“Hey.”
With his hand on the windowsill, Ryan admired the view of the lively estate.
It is a land full of the scent of people.
Livestock can be seen between the large and small roofs, and the sound of children playing and laughing can be heard.
What a peaceful day today!
March, Spring, Imperial Year 938.
The master of this peaceful land, Ryan Belzer. 28 years old.
Special Bless <Instant Death>, 20% gauge remaining until Stage 3 completion.
He leaves for the capital today, three years after receiving the title of Viscount.
This is because there is a Count conferment ceremony.
"?!?!?!"
"Aaaaaaaah!"
"Whoa~~!!"
Ryan cheered as he punched the empty air.
“That’s right, that’s it! How dare you date when even the Lord isn’t?!”
“Wow, that’s great! Woohoo!”
“Ah, the alcohol is going down so smoothly!”
When it was said that a long-standing friendship had been broken, the men who couldn't date, including Ryan, all shouted with joy.
Crazy people!
"Don't worry, young lady."
Then Rudy, who was sitting to my left, whispered in my ear.
"The Captain and Max are getting along just as usual. They are simply keeping absolutely silent about that confession."
"Oh, really? That's a relief."
“Honestly, the way I see it, the Captain has feelings for Max too, you know?”
"Right? I think the same."
“You never know. Maybe they’ll start living together after they retire.”
"Oh my goodness!"
Other people's love stories are fun!
At that time.
Here comes the snacks again.
Butler Ralph walked over precariously, carrying a large plate of turkey.
Rudy hurriedly stood up, took the plate, and set it down. With so many people, the speed at which the snacks were running out was astonishing.
“Ah, just in time! Butler, sit down! Hey, Emma too!”
Ryan, having seated Ralph, called over Emma, who was bringing out a plate of fruit.
And he stood behind the two people and spoke.
"You two always go through so much trouble. Emma, it must have been tough coming all the way to Belzer to wash our daughter's underwear, right?"
“Hoho, no!”
“Ah, what are you talking about!”
I protested immediately. Ryan looked at me and clicked his tongue.
"While everyone else washes their own clothes by hand, my daughter can't forget her Princess days...."
Damn it, I couldn't refute this.
Among the six people staying at the mansion, the ones doing the housework are Ryan, Revan, and Kali, who have a habit of doing their own work. These three.
And Alex and Merchen, who are naturally used to being served, have long since done nothing.
“But that hardship is over now. Belzer’s Gate will soon open.”
Ryan grinned and looked around the mansion.
“To uphold the dignity of a lord, I’ll have to rebuild the house like a castle. And hire about a hundred servants, too.”
Why a hundred people? Even Wassenberg doesn't have that many; Ryan must be dreaming of becoming a great lord.
“Ralph, our butler, who probably reminisced about his prime while handing out milk delivery bills in the morning. Now, the time has finally come for you to show off your competence.”
“Haha, I’ll do my best.”
“And Emma’s suffering, with your wrists aching from washing our daughter’s clothes, is finally over. I’ll hire about fifty laundry workers for you.”
"Hoho, thank you for even just the words."
"Now, let's toast!"
Ryan, who already looked like a great nobleman, picked up the beer glass he had put down and shouted loudly.
“For the prosperity of Belzer!”
“For!”
“For~!!!”
A thunderous shout echoed across the quiet estate.
However.
Don't I have anything?
You gilded every single one of your family members, and yet I'm just to be remembered as a young lady whose underwear got washed?
I glared quietly when I met Ryan's eyes. He grinned and approached me.
"Now, our..."
Standing behind me, he places his hand on my shoulder and speaks.
“God! (And so on!)”
“Wow, praise God!”
“Fear no death! She will save us from hell!”
“Wow, young lady, you’re the best! You’re a beauty~!”
The soldiers are squeezing out cheers as if they have to earn their keep—it's heartbreaking...
“Get out of the way, you jerk!”
"Wow!"
Ryan pushed Rudy away and squeezed in to sit next to me.
Then, looking around at the family members who were all engrossed in boisterous chatter, he draped his arm over my shoulder.
"Thank you, my daughter."
"What?"
“If it weren’t for you, would I have ever imagined a life like this? By now, I’d probably be holed up in the mountains as a criminal, hunting bears.”
“Pfft.”
“It feels like a real dream...”
Ryan, feeling good from being drunk, grinned.
As expected, he has the blood of Wassenberg flowing through his veins and a lust for power. To think he is this good just because he received a viscount title.
If one more upgrade happens, he might faint from joy.
“Ah... Now that I’m living like a decent human being, I kind of regret the 12 years I spent in prison...”
Thump, Ryan fell over.
He looked at me while lying face down on the table with his cheek pressed against it and spoke.
"The 12 years I lived without knowing you... I totally wasted my life...'
“Haha, that’s right.”
I lay down following Ryan. I pressed my cheek against the table in the exact same pose and stared at his unfocused face.
“I wish I were your younger sister, about a year younger.”
"Hehe."
Then Ryan wouldn't have had to waste 12 years unjustly.
We could have gone back to before the tragedy struck his life and let him start over from the beginning.
However, even if I rewind time as much as possible, I can never return to the age I was before I manifested this ability.
It’s okay, though.
Ryan tapped my cheek.
"Anyway, it will be a much more satisfying life compared to the first time."
“That’s right. Let’s hurry up and get strong, take care of everything, and live the rest of our lives to the fullest.”
"Good..."
Ryan's eyes closed as if he were sleepy.
“But now what should we do?”
“What am I doing? I have to train my Bless.”
"Right..."
Surprisingly, we succeeded in colluding with the Imperial Family quite easily. If I can just raise Belzer according to the Crown Prince's plan, the title will be secured sooner than expected.
The 'qualification' to bring the Wassenberg criminals to trial is established before the executioner's 'sword'.
So what about the weapon...
“About... 20 percent?”
"How long will it take?"
“At this rate... 4 years? 3 and a half years?”
“...”
It is the harmful effect of the special bless <Instant Death>, where the stronger it is, the harder it is to train.
But what can I do? I have to do it.
Didn't it take as long as 8 years the first time?
“Sob, I wonder what other colorful bad things my dad will do while I grow up...”
“It’s okay. At least I cut off the leg.”
The Imperial Family has now secured the power to suppress the monster crisis without having to ask Wassenberg for favors. Nike, Ryan, and even the mercenary monster Ratan.
So, Father can no longer hold power in exchange for providing military force. He will likely maintain power in other ways.
For the time being, they will need new means to pressure the imperial family, so they will focus on expanding their influence in the political arena.
'Not bad.'
Because now is the perfect time for us to quietly expand our size, avoiding the watchful eyes of Father as he gets busy with his power struggles.
“I wish my Bless Gauge would be full when I open my eyes...”
Ryan muttered.
“Fool, you’re trying to get away with it.”
“I wish I could wake up to find myself in a thriving territory with lots of people...”
I really wish that were the case.
“I wish everyone would just call me ‘Lord, Lord’...”
Look at the lust for power.
“To do that, I have to work hard... Because I have a lot of family to support...”
I stroked Ryan's head as he closed his eyes completely and mumbled incoherently.
"Cheer up, Dad."
"Yee. Let's live life to the fullest, my daughter..."
“...”
“I wish the Crown Prince would give me the Count title soon...”
“...”
I found out about Ryan's drinking habits.
“I wish I were a Count the moment I opened my eyes...”
Infinite repetition.
He's repeating himself.
***
"Count, it is time to wake up."
Blink, blink.
Ryan barely opened his eyes, frowning.
"Ah, f*ck. My head feels like it's going to explode."
He drank too much yesterday.
He must get ready immediately so that he can depart for the island in the afternoon.
Ryan slowly turned his head at the voice that kept coming from beside him.
What? Is this a dream?
A young man wearing glasses and a neat butler's uniform is standing. Next to him was a maid holding a tray.
"I understand you are not feeling well after drinking too much yesterday, but please bear with me as you need to move urgently due to your schedule."
Ryan slowly got up.
Then the butler handed over the bowl that was on the tray.
"This is a tea that is good for relieving hangovers. It has been chilled for you, so please drink it all at once."
Ryan drank whatever was given to him. As he moistened his dry mouth, he slowly regained his senses.
He looks around while clutching his throbbing head.
A large and fancy room.
Quite expensive-looking furniture and luxurious decorations are also placed here and there.
"Who are you?"
Ryan asked the butler, collecting the dishes in a choked voice.
Then the butler let out a sigh.
“...”
“...”
A brief silence.
Ryan, who had been looking at the butler's face while tilting his head as if he had lost his memory, burst into laughter.
Soon, he clutches his stomach and laughs.
“Puhahahaha!”
"Get up."
“Hey, keep up with me!”
"I have prepared water for washing your face."
“Oh my, boring at all. Ethan, you know I had a dream full of memories last night?”
The face of the butler named Ethan is very familiar.
After all, he is the head butler who was carefully selected and hired by Head Butler Ralph Hughes and has already served Ryan for two years.
“What kind of dream did you have?”
“You know the day I received the Viscount title? That day, too, we partied hard, just like yesterday.”
Ryan got off the bed, tightening the strings of his robe that were fully open, and stretched with all his might.
"I see. Since you drank too much the day before going to confer the countship, I suppose this is Belzer's custom at this point."
"That is essentially the case."
Ryan approached the window. As if recognizing him trying to open the door, Ethan went ahead and opened it for him.
“Hey.”
With his hand on the windowsill, Ryan admired the view of the lively estate.
It is a land full of the scent of people.
Livestock can be seen between the large and small roofs, and the sound of children playing and laughing can be heard.
What a peaceful day today!
March, Spring, Imperial Year 938.
The master of this peaceful land, Ryan Belzer. 28 years old.
Special Bless <Instant Death>, 20% gauge remaining until Stage 3 completion.
He leaves for the capital today, three years after receiving the title of Viscount.
This is because there is a Count conferment ceremony.
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