âWho brought Marchioness of Lenoard inside without my permission?â
Deep night, Ernstâs servant were all brought together. It was because the young master who became the Duke of Ernst this spring.
âYou know that many people in the mansion have been fired this evening.â
However, the eyes that glanced at the people gathered in front of him were so harsh that they could not be overlooked as young.
âThe reason you didnât belong to those people because I believed you werenât
those who betrayed Ernst.â
it was time for all his younger siblings to
Eugene headed here only after confirming that they had all gone to bed and had a good sleep time.
âI dare ask who opened the door of Ernst
without my permission.â
Some seemed dissatisfied with him who woke them up late at night.
âIs Ernstâs a joke to you?â
But soon, as the cold voices that dug into their eardrums, they were frightened and trembled.
Hah. So far, he realized that he was lucky. And under the protection of his parents,
that he could be a child.
âIâm not going to show mercy to those who have broken the faith anymore.â
But now he had to be a protector to someone, not a protected one.
âErnst doesnât need anyone who doesnât recognize their owner.â
So far, hesitation has remained within him. There were countless times he wanted to run away because of fear, but thatâs it for
The calm spring had already ended, and now there was only a harsh winter before him, waiting for him.
The horrible things heâll do from now on are the same. No matter how hard he try to escape, he rather walk on his own will.
Isnât that his fate as Ernst?
âOnce again, you, me, and all of this, do not let the Ernst down.â
Yeah, now was the time to say goodbye to
his childhood when he was weak.
âDidnât you say there was no hobby
The forest was full of the smell of dry soil and the smell of dry grass. Pine cones, which fell from lush trees, were filled beneath their leather shoes and rolled away.
Eugene replied as he looked at the back of Count Scumaha, who was the party lord.
âYes, my shooting skill is a mess.â
âYeah, your father wasnât very good at shooting, too.â
How easy was he think of Eugene, as he show his back in front of him? He wouldnât have been wary of a boy who would have caught him.
âI heard the words of formality a couple days ago. Youâve done a little bit of shit to your aunt.â
Besides, he had already broken the whole thing with a blatant threat once to her, and his uncle probably thinking about another way now would he?
âBut itâs true that your aunt was overeacted.â
He thought it was funny that he think about doing more than that. Eugene
worked on the autumn day when it rained as he recalled.
âIs the wounds on your legs be all better now?â
Before knowing that Count Schumaha was making a crap at Cabel, Eugene was in fact noticing Ernstâs inward and outward discomfort.
He didnât expect that the people who were there would immediately reveal his inner throat and shamelessly play him.
âYeah, your walking looks so uncomfortable even now.â
In fact, his legs were almost completely restored a while ago, but pretending to
be a foot asshole by that work would help in todayâs work as well.
Then the gentleness of the lambâs horns would have influenced their vigilance.
For that, he wondered if he had endured the conspiracy by biting the simplicity of it.
âEugene, Iâm sure that you donât enjoy hunting, but when you do hunting, accidents of firearms often happen rarely.â
The two of them went deeper and deeper into the forest.
âYes, be careful when you think of a prey and a person.
âItâs a scary word.â
âWould I even mistake you for a prey here?â
âYes, even if accident occured, itâs not for someone experienced like you, but for someone who are not good at hunting, like me.â
Suddenly, a small sound rang in the quiet forest. Count Schumaha reflexively looked back at the familiar sound of the eardrum.
Shortly thereafter, the birds sitting on the tree, spread their wings, and flew by the food in response to a burst of ringing ears.
The smell of every bit of ammunition spread out in the clear air.
Eugene slowly lowered the muzzle he was aiming forward and stepped toward the person who had fallen on the floor.
âDang Sook, are you in pain?â
âAh, ah. God damnit..â
âUncle, I just paid off my last debt, donât
Red blood flowed from the leg pierced by the bullet. The red liquid wetted with a hunting suit overflowed generously even on dry leaves on the floor where Count Schumaha sat.
Even if Eugene couldnât think of him
as having a muzzle, It was oyster.
Who would have known that a boy who only fourteen would relentlessly shoot at a person who was not a small baggage.
He wouldnât have thought he would have the courage to do that, and perhaps it was because it was Eugene, not anyone
Eugene smiled as he looked at his uncle astonished expression.
âDang Sook, I donât enjoy hunting, butâŚâ
âI never miss the prey that I aimed at once.â
The black color was as relentless as the
predator aiming for prey.
âDid you say that the original sword, Ernst,
has a myriad of blood histories?â
âSimply taking over my fatherâs blood does not deserve me as the head. You said so.â
The boy standing in front of him wasnât a prim, straight boy who he knew a while ago, and he wouldnât even have accidentally stepped on a path other than this.
âThen letâs do it. Uncle.â
âLetâs see who survive this mess.â
Eugene, who had completely eliminated the weak points in himself, did not hesitate to fight.
âLetâs stay apart for a while.â
The next day, with his brothers, taking Hari back to the mansion, Eugene finally decided on what he had been worried about and called his younger siblings.
He tried to find a woman who brought Mrs. Leonard into the mansion and process it last night, but that was not enough.
No one in Ernst could easily believe on,
and having his younger siblings among them would have been more risky than
Because he has no power, he could not protect his brothers.
Just by being already close, they remained targets for tying Eugeneâs hands and feet, and in Ernst they became Eugeneâs weaknesses by their presence alone.
So he send away his younger brothers to the most trusted person as of now.
It was ridiculous that it was more reliable than a blood relative to have a complete person who did not mix a drop of Ernst blood, but it was unavoidable.
âPerhaps I will leave it in the future and thank you all for living.â
But the truth may have been all excuses. Maybe he just didnât want to show them what he was going to do from now on.
He didnât want his younger siblings to know what he did to do this ugly, dirty, and even terrible thing.
âIsnât there so much Iâm going to imitate the good adults in Ernst, including Dang Sook?â
Since they were still his younger brothers, he thought they might not understand his choice.
Still, it was a whisper from that child who came back to him.
âEverything is okay.â
âMy brother is doing well.â
The night in despair, like the words that
comforted him and whispered incessantly. Yes, even if we are separated, we are family.
âDonât look at me with such eyes.â He said.
âSo until we have the power to protect ourself, we need to separate for a bit.â
âEven if the adults hear it. As a young boy, a 14-year-old boy, would I have purposely
aimed a gun at Dang Sook?â
Eugeneâs courteous voice was so bizarre with what it is now, that it even gave a bizarre feeling.
Count Schumaha, holding his bloody legs and moaning, reached out to the gun that was next to him.
Perhaps, it was enough for a moment to pick up a long barrel and aim it at Eugene.Bang. But he dropped the gun he was holding before he even triggered it.
âIâm not good at shooting and making mistakes right away.â
Count Schumaha grabbed the back of his bloody hand and tried to stop the blood where Eugene had just shoot him again.
âWhy did you come into this deep forest with your little nephew? I would never have imagined myself being a prey.â
âThe day it rained, If only I was wasting my life, live as a puppet who listens to
you and moan down on the floor.â
âDid you say so? How sad would my younger brothers be if I, like my parents, die like that.â
In the humiliating memory of that day, which still makes him awake, Eugene was a trapped beast, but now the relationship between the hunter and the prey has
âWhile you were so afraid of my father in your life, youâd be guilty of seeing me taking over everything.â
Eugene learned to shoot directly from his father, former Duke Ernst.
He couldnât enjoy hunting within his castle, Thatâs why he never had a chance to catch a prey.
âYou might have even thought that a baby born from a predator would be a cat.â
But, even so, there is no tolerance for the prey that first revealed it to him.
Wasnât the person in front of him the one whom telling him that it was a truly adult-like way?
âYou said I would do it according to Ernstâs law, and now I will respect your word.â
Since there was no one to turn on, he had to stand up with all his strength with these two legs to stand high and defend himself.
âBut my patience is not as long as my
To do this, he will not hesitate to bite those who block his eyes like he did now. So that they canât reach those people with their dirty hands.
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For that, Heâs willing to put his body in the mud, he wonât hesitate to soak in it, or to put blood on his hands.
âAnyway this is a simple firearm accident.â
Eugene smiled, feeling the cold wind across his cheeks.
In order to greet the spring to care for his precious people, he would somehow overcome this harsh winter alone.