The simple laws that make up his world eventually gave Tristan the romantic titleš of blue knight.
âFor Lord Tristan, everything seems easy.â
Tristan replied bluntly to the deputyâs mischievous remarks.
âIt wasnât easy.â
His life was simple, but it was not easy to maintain simplicity.
Win before you lose.
The effort to cut bones was melted into the simple rule of being.
âI obey orders, but I resist wrongful things.â
The law was a little more complex.
First of all, we needed a fierce reason for âwhat is wrong?â
And social status was also needed that would not be harmed when resisting the superior.
The last one was hard to get, but fortunately Tristan had the status of the youngest son of the Empireâs Ducal family.
The raw position made a brilliant contribution to maintaining a beautiful world because of his simplicity by providing Tristan with a shield of safety.
None of the armyâs superiors could touch Tristan, the youngest child of the House of Rowenthal.
So far soâŚ
âWhatâs your name?â The Princess asked.
The man, the youngest child of the House of Rowenthal, looked up at the princess.
âTristan Rowenthal of Rowenthal Duchy.â
His curly golden curly hair and cold eyes, as if made of shaved ice, were staring at her. Tristan knew one person who had a similar appearance as the princess.
Crown Prince Aurest.
By oath to heaven, Tristan was always loyal to Crown Prince Aurest. In accordance with the law of âLoyalty to the Imperial Family.â
Of course, you should obey orders, but resist wrongful things. As a result, Aurest began to have an unpleasant curiosity about the shape of Tristanâs internal organs².
In that sense, the Rowentalâs rebellion must have been a golden opportunity to satisfy the cruel curiosity that Aurest has suppressed.
Tristan could stand being dragged like a dog in front of everyone. Aurest had the right to insult the son of a man who was not loyal to the imperial family. A clear death will soon come to those who are not loyal to the imperial family. But what followed was a disgraceful life.
âTristan. Do you hate serving me more than dying?â
âYes.â
âThere must be a reason for dislike. Can you tell me why?â
ââŚ..â
âNo matter what you say, I wonât be rough on you, so be honest. I donât want you to be scratched.â
The princessâ hand rested on Tristanâs shoulder. Tristanâs body was hardened by the warmth of her soft fingers, which he had never held before.
âHonestly?â
âYes, honestly.â
Tristan clenched his teeth.
His father, his mother, his older brother, his older sister, the nanny who raised him, the butler who greeted him, and all who were involved in the rebellion was all gone by the hands of her brother.
The rebellion was a felony.
The execution of those who committed the crime was natural. However, admitting that it was a natural fact that one could not calm the sorrow and anger of losing loved ones.
Tristan hated Laius, who took away the things he loved, hated Aurest and hated Aurestâs sister. And he hated himself for hating them.
Tristan replied in hatred.
âI donât want to bow down to the man who took all my family members to live a life of little importance. Please kill me.â
Tristan, you moron. The Imperial Lady desires you, the child of the sinner. Be loyal to the imperial family.
âWhere did you get that law of?â
âItâs just like a tree to take away. Didnât you feel like you had to be a gentleman and aim for revenge opportunities?â
Revenge? Some impulses were strongly rippled inside Tristan. He forced it down.
âWhat are your intentions?â
âI thought youâd do that, so I asked.â
âI grew up as a knight. I donât do such mean and pathetic things.â
It was said that he was stripped of his knighthood, but even Tristanâs time as a knight did not disappear.
Tristan was still a knight, and the crown prince was still his lord.
As a knight, he dared not to deceive and betray the Lord.
Heâd rather die than do that.
âDo you want some bad news? I have no intention of killing you. You donât know if I kill someone else instead of youâŚâ
To dieâŚ
âOkay. Youâll be confused, too. Iâll give you plenty of time to think. Think carefully and answer.â
Trustan was in solitary confinement. There were no windows in the small room, so it was always dimly dark.
Tristan lay in a narrow bed.
It was peaceful and serene.
For Tristan, who had lived in the noise of the battlefield all his life, it was the same as a vacation. All he had to do was exercise and think with his bare hands.
Tristan was lost in thought because he was not motivated to move. The longest he thought of was the death of his family.
âWhy did you commit a rebellion? Why did you keep it a secret to me?â
Why didnât mother and father engage Tristan?
As he thought over and over again, it was: It was so resentful.
The rebellion is not a childâs chess game.
The Duke and Duchess of Rowenthal must have prepared thoroughly for the rebellion. Nevertheless, the failure was likely due to a failure to control very small changes.
Tristan assumed what it would have been like if he had joined the rebellion.
He was a long shot on the western front. The changes in the battle could be dealt with by term eloquence. It must have led the rebels to victory. With such futile thoughts, Tristan blamed his parents for a long time.
If he had informed himself to the conspiracy of treasonâŚ
âIf I had told you, you would have accused the Crown Prince of family.Âłâ
Tristan felt the gush of blood all over his body.
Tristan was a knight who swore allegiance to the Crown Prince.
If he had heard the news of his familyâs rebellion preparations, he would have been angry at how they could rebel against the imperial family.
We are the servants who are to be loyal to them, and if the emperor goes the wrong way, it is the duty of a servant to lead him the right way. He would have held back that it was only the disloyal ones who bring him down.
Tristan could easily imagine himself begging for honor. He could paint himself as he wished for the mercy of his family.
Maybe thatâs why?
Wasnât they worried that he would tell the crown prince and didnât inform him?
A false laugh came outâŚ
âSo the loss of Rowenthal is my fault?â
Because it was a leap of thought, Tristan erased the very idea from his mind. But the dregs of thought lingered in his head, not disappearing.
His mind was complicated.
He glanced for a moment.
He felt like he had a nightmare for a moment. The room was still dimly dark when he opened his eyes breathing in.
Tristan briefly mistook himself for being in the barracks on the western front. As he sat at his desk to control his mind by writing a letter to his family, he realized that he was locked up in a solitary cell.
It occurred to him that he had no family to receive even though he sent a letter. He sat dazed at his desk for a long time. Tears streamed across his dry cheeks and fell on the book table.
He choked up.
Tristan buried his face in his hands. The sobbing continued, and his hands became wet.
Theyâre really dead.
Forever and ever.
He was fine when he saw them die in person. It was bearable. Thatâs why he thought he was doing well, but he guess he wasnât. His tongue wasnât all right.
Tristan sobbed for a long time.
When he woke up after falling asleep again because he had nothing to do, he sat down at his desk and tried to write a letter, but he suddenly realized the death of my family and cried.
He gradually shed tears.
Instead, he spent more time sitting absent-mindedly. One day Tristan opened his eyes and realized that this was his own room. Instead of sadness, emptiness, loneliness and loneliness used to plow through Tristanâs heart, but now somehow seemed to be all right. Maybe.
Tristan at his desk thought coldly. Whatever the truth, at least Tristan thought they was frigid.
.: I didnât get it at first but it was some kind of Tristanâs imaginary scenario whereas his family is still alive and when he asked them âWhy didnât you tell me about the rebellion?â his familyâs answer (in his mind)Â would be that.