âWhat are you glancing at? Why? Do you want to be friends because heâs so good-looking? You look like you would give your ass to him at night, hmm?â
Partec scolded Lavan, who kept stealing glances at Eugeneâs back since departure.
âCome on, Iâm only looking. Weâre traveling together now.â
âItâs only for today. Donât get too interested in a knight. A goblin will have his crotch ripped apart if he tries to go after an ogre.â
âReally? Youâre calling me a goblin? Itâs not like he was born a knight anyways.â
Lavan grumbled, and Partec responded with a grin.
âThey are indeed born as knights.â
âWhat?â
âNo matter how stupid or weak a knight appears on the outside, he learns to use a blade at the age of three or four.â
âCaptain, arenât you thinking too little of me?â
âIâm telling the truth, you brat. A child born into a knightâs family will start fiddling with a wooden sword as soon as they are able to take their first step. And if they have enough talent, they will receive systematic training once they are seven or eight years old. They will take classes from their father or older relatives.â
âBy classes⌠you mean swordsmanship?â
âSwordsmanship, spearmanship, horsemanship, daggermanship, bare-handed fighting. Name it, and if itâs a method of fighting, theyâve probably learned it.â
âReally? And then they become a knight?â
âNo. After they learn enough, they become aides. Thatâs when it really begins.â
âAh, youâre talking about those little brats that follow around knights, right?â
âYes. You think little of them, but those fifteen, sixteen-year-olds are stronger than you. They could eat two or three mercenaries like you for breakfast.â
âI-I see.â
âThatâs right. Anyways, they usually spend two or three years as aides. Maybe even five if they meet a master with a crappy personality. Theyâll have to perform all sorts of chores while experiencing real battles and whatnot. Once they have a recommendation, they will finally qualify to become a knight.â
âWow.â
âBut even thatâs not the end of it. Whatâs the point of only having a recommendation? You only get acknowledged as a real knight once youâre sworn in.â
âSworn in?â
âEither they defeat monsters, participate in a war, a jousting tournament, or fight in battles. After they build up experience over a few years, they can get sworn in once they catch the eye of an aristocrat with a title. Now then, hereâs a question for youâŚâ
Lavan already looked rather terrified, but Partec continued with a huge grin.
âOut of all the children who first played with a wooden sword, how many do you think made it all the way to the end? Which stage did Sir Eugene, who looks to be about twenty-two or twenty-three, reach? Hmm?â
ââŚIâll just quietly follow you around, captain. Iâll be obedient.â
âThatâs right, punk. Donât get big-headed for nothing.â
âKnights are truly amazing. Now I see why that money-grubber was so happy.â
Lavan passed the reins of the carriage to another mercenary and glanced at Bilmoa, who was dozing off next to the coachmanâs seat, with interested eyes.
âOf course. It costs more than a pretty penny to hire a proper knight. Moreover, knights who are as broad-minded as Sir Eugene are quite rare. With a knight like him accompanying us for free, itâs only natural that his jaws would drop.â
âAnd weâre lucky too?â
âNaturally.â
Partec and the mercenaries grinned.
When the knight suddenly asked to accompany them last night, they had been wondering if the gorgeous knight had gone crazy, or perhaps was plotting something against them. However, the mercenaries understood after hearing the knight explain his circumstance while showing them the letter that the chief of Broadwin had written for Lord Tywin.
In any case, it didnât matter too much for them since it was just an additional escort on top of Bilmoa and the wagon. Moreover, although the subject of the escort was a bastard, he was still Lord Tywinâs son. A real knight was escorting him to the castle as well.
âI have a good feeling about this request. Arenât you glad you decided to trust in my gut feelings?â
The mercenaries nodded without hesitation at Partecâs words. They knew Partec was a leader who was lucky, trustworthy and had experience and skills.
***
âHey, a bear-like guy is grinning at you right now. Letâs just knock them all out and take their horse. Itâll be much faster.â
âIf you are caught stealing a horse, itâs the death penalty. And thatâs a luggage horse. It canât travel fast anyways.â
âReally? Arenât all horses the same?â
âThey have different purposes. There are horses that run fast, horses that pull wagons or carts, horses for battles. All of them are different.â
âWowzers! You sure know a lot, donât you, Sir Eugene?â
âYes. I certainly am better than you at reading and writing for sure.â
âKieeek! Shut up!â
Mirian shrieked loudly, then sat down on Eugeneâs shoulder and began chattering away.
âBy the way, Iâm glad the little brat is writing on the carriage. We can talk comfortably like this. Itâs much more comfortable riding a carriage, so I donât know why he insists on walking. What a weirdo.â
Eugene had a hunch that the stubbornness ran in the Tywin family, but he didnât bother verbalizing it.
âSo what kind of a man is Lord Tywin?â
âI do not know either. Only that he is the lord of this region, and heâs not long for life. I heard he was a very strong knight in his youth.â
It would be problematic if Eugene could not meet with Lord Tywin. He had been pondering about the issue since last night but failed to come up with any viable solutions. He was still deliberating.
âHeâs not long for life? Then what happens with the little brat? Is he going to be orphaned as soon as he arrives there?â
âThatâs none of my business.â
Felid would not receive great treatment since he was a bastard son, and if the mercenariesâ words were true, the territory was currently quite poor. Not much would fall to Felid. No, rather, if the family had no money and was riddled with chaos due to the discovery of the dungeon, perhaps he would be dragged off to the dungeon as a soldier and face a dog death.
âBut I guess youâre still better than me. At least you will get to see your fatherâs face. Hmm?â
Eugene suddenly realized.
âPerhaps not me, but Lord Tywin will certainly meet with Felid.â
There was no parent in the world who would not meet their child after finding out they existed after sixteen years.
âSo how do I use this?â
Eugene mulled over the thought.
He gained more than simple beauty after awakening as a vampire. Eugene was beginning to recover the intelligence of the Nightâs Tribe, who were second to none when it came to being smart and crafty.
***
After traveling for an entire day, Eugene and the mercenaries finally arrived in the village of Martella, where Lord Tywinâs castle was located. Martella was a town slightly larger than Brahms. However, the lordâs castle located in the middle of the town wasnât very big. Inside the moat and the high walls, there were only three buildings, including the main structure where the lordâs family resided.
Still, Mirian could not keep her mouth shut. It was a great spectacle for a small wetland spirit.
âSir! Sir Eugene! You need to get ahead in life and get yourself a castle like that! The Earl of Blood Eugene! Eugene, the Count of Darkness! Kiekkk!? I would love to see a few gargoyles over there! We can have ghouls roam the walls!â
âStop talking nonsense and get in here. I will open the cap if I need you.â
âOh, by the gods. You are a man with no romance or ambitions.â
Even while muttering grumpily, Mirian obediently flew into the leather pocket.
Eugeneâs group was led by Bilmoa, a member of a large cityâs merchant association. As such, they had no trouble passing through the drawbridge into the castle. Once they entered the small castle of the Tywin family, which was also known as the Rose Castle, they instantly caught the attention of the castleâs residents.
Among the onlookers, a group of nicely dressed men and women approached the carriage. They appeared to be the high-ranking people of the castle.
âYou! Are you from the Palin Association?â
A man who appeared to be around 30 asked, and Bilmoa answered while putting his hands together.
âYes. I am Bilmoa of the Palin Association. And may I ask for your name, sir?â
âI am Camara, the successor of Tywin. I donât need introductions from the others, so get unloading.â
âYes, yes.â
Partec and the mercenaries began to unload the carts. But since it had nothing to do with him, Eugene took out the letter of introduction to give to Camara Tywin.
Camaraâs gaze turned to Eugene.
âWhat about you? Why arenât you getting to work?â
âAh, yes. Yes!â
Felid started to move with an anxious expression, but Eugene stopped him by grabbing his arms and leading him forward.
âNice to meet you. I amââ
âBrother Camara!â
A clear voice resonated and cut off Eugeneâs words. A young man wearing a gray surcoat over chainmail strode forward while being accompanied by two soldiers.
âBertel Tywin.â
He was a knight of the Tywin family. In Eugeneâs past life, Bertel Tywin had troubled Eugene in many ways along with Jung Dircht. Although it had been Jung Dircht who actually killed Eugene, Bertel Tywin had been responsible for leading the tracking team.
âWhat are you doing now?â
âWhat does it look like? Goods arrived from the Palin Association, so I was overseeing the unloading process.â
âBrother, why are you personally doing such things?â
âYou take care of matters regarding the troops, and I, the successor to the family, handle everything else. Isnât that obvious? Why? Do you want to be the one to oversee these things as well? Perhaps you even want to play successor?â
âYou know that is not what I meant.â
âIf not, then mind your own business.â
The brothers glared at each other like mortal enemies. Eugene realized that the stories he overheard from the mercenaries were true.
The lord was about to die, and the familyâs finances were in a mess. Meanwhile, a dungeon was newly discovered, but the brothers were at each otherâs throats when they should be joining forces.
âSo, what are you?â
At that time, Bertelâs gaze shifted towards Eugene. His expression was rather unwell, perhaps after being told off by Camara. Eugene took two pieces of paper out from his arms and pushed them towards Camara, rather than Bertel.
âOne was in the hands of a mercenary named Timothy, and the other was sent by Chief Gev of Broadwin.â
âWhat?â
Camara became visibly surprised and snatched the letters from Eugeneâs hands with a flinch. Then he hurriedly read the letters.
âThisâŚâ
âWhat is going on?â
âRead it.â
Camara frowned and held out the parchments. Bertelâs face quickly stiffened after reading confirming the contents.
âThe mercenaries were attacked by black wolves and wiped out? And this⌠sir, brought back the lordâs illegitimate son?â
âThat is correct. This is Lord Tywinâs illegitimate son.â
Everyoneâs heads followed Eugeneâs gaze.
âN-nice to meet you! My name is Felid!â
Felid bowed his head.
People in the castle shifted their attention to the lordâs bastard son, whom they had only heard about. They began to murmur with curiosity.
âTake this guy with you. Get him washed and put some proper clothes on him.â
âYes. Please follow me, young master.â
A neatly dressed servant of the castle stepped out at Bertelsâ words.
âAh, yes!â
Felid looked back towards Eugene as he followed behind the servant. It wasnât until Eugene gave a slight gesture with his hand that Felid moved on with a relieved expression.
âSir Eugene.â
Bertel spoke.
âI am grateful for your hard work. There was a set of unfortunate events, the request could only be completed because you decided to take it up. I will pay you the appropriate amount tomorrow. It must have been a rough journey, so please rest for today.â
It was a polite response, but he was essentially asking Eugene to leave tomorrow.
âThank you. By the way, is it possible for me to meet with Lord Tywin?â
âIt will be difficult. The lord is in bad condition.â
âIs there no way?â
âUnfortunately.â
A clear refusal.
And it did not seem that the eldest son, who reminded Eugene of Jung Dircht and his shitty personality, would allow it either.
HoweverâŚ
âWhatâs so hard about meeting him for a short while? Although he was born from a different womb, this man still returned our brother to us.â
Camara, the eldest son, shattered Eugeneâs expectations and suddenly sided with him.