I was planning on having breakfast at some restaurant, but this freezing cold made it impossible, so I returned to my room and had a meal with Euphemia in front of the hearth.
âEuphemia, Sebas will take care of the necessary procedures regarding the takeover, and we will return to the Marquisate of Brutein immediatelyâ.
ââŠ..â
âThe monsters that come down from the Lutein Mountains have been killed, so you have nothing to worry aboutâ.
ââŠ.. â
âBrutein has the capabilities to make mountains of gold, so itâs not difficult to develop this barren land to a level where people can liveâ.
Euphemia, who was quietly eating her food, raised her head.
âYou donât need to take me with you⊠You just want to brag about your spoils to your family, donât you?â
Since I could control some variables through Euphemia, it would be foolish to keep her away from me.
Even if I canât find the main character, Ciel Midford, there is a high possibility that he will approach Euphemia one day.
With that in mind, I have taken the caution of never talking about Ciel Midford in front of Euphemia.
I have to pretend I donât care about him so that they can lower their guard.
In fact, when Euphemia saw that the main character would fight until the end for her, she said âYou are not my Knight, so thereâs no need to die for me, but if you want to protect me, next time come back to me as a Knightâ. Ferzen would have believed that this wasnât going to happen.
But I wonât fall for that.
Iâm sure that someday the Main Character will come for her
Because I clearly remember how emotional were the lines used to describe the Main Characterâs feelings when he fled from the estate with Euphemiaâs help.
Of course, this was the rational reason for taking Euphemia with me, not to mention I ignore Ferzenâs obsession.
âWell⊠⊠â
Of course, I couldnât tell her the reasons for my decision, so Euphemia spoke to me in a challenging tone.
âYou just want to take me with you, to kill me on the way and disguise it as an accident.â
âItâs not going to happen, so donât worry.â
At this point when Ferzenâs ego was completely assimilated, it was nearly impossible for me to kill Euphemia.
This body liked her more than I could have imagined and that was the secondary reason for taking her with me, aside from my rational conclusion.
A severe obsessive-compulsive disorder that is focused on possession and symmetry.
But among my traits, symmetry seems to take precedence over my obsessions.
In fact, since a young age, Ferzen has purposely lowered his line of sight in fear of seeing something asymmetrical on people.
And thanks to his poor eyesight, when I keep a certain distance, some things look blurry so I canât be sure if they are symmetrical or not.
If Ferzen spots something asymmetrical on someone, he will feel an intense desire to fix it, and this can lead to him murdering the person.
In fact, there were times when this happened.
Thatâs why despite his poor eyesight, Ferzen deliberately fails to focus properly when he meets someone.
The only things he could observe with peace of mind are the sky or a lake.
But now Euphemia provided Ferzen with the same comfort as those natural panoramas.
But calling this feeling love was absurd.
Ferzen feelings are more like a collector who takes care of his finest items.
Because of this, Ferzen attacked Louerg, forcibly married Euphemia, and raped her
Ferzen didnât have the need for emotions
âThen why⊠⊠â
But now I couldnât keep taking that stance.
No, to be precise, I decided not to take it.
Seo-jin Leeâs ego has a much more kind personality than Ferzen, and has a good affinity for Euphemia.
Yes, I could be more kind to her, but⊠âŠ
I couldnât really think of what to say to the woman whom I raped after forcing her to get married.
âI just donât want to be separated from my wife.â
And this was the answer that I came up with after squeezing my brains. However, Euphemia frowned and grabbed the knife she used to cut her food.
âPut it down. If you kill me, you will have no choice but to be executed. And the province of Louerg will be incorporated into the Imperial territory until itâs granted to someone else, and the temporarily dispatched officials will not take care of this place with any sincerity.â
âIf youâre that smart then, donât ever say bullshit like that to my face ever again. You donât have that rightâŠâ
Euphemiaâs words were understandable, but for some reason, I became extremely triggered by them and opened my mouth.
âIt must have been hard being a woman who was born and raised in Louerg, but surprisingly your head is as empty as a field of flowers. Do you really think that with your resources, you can give this province the same things as I can? Give up Euphemia, even if the process was unpleasant, the result was the best it could ever beâ.
ââŠâŠ â
âIf your father was alive, do you really think he would have turned me down if I said I wanted you?â
I lost my appetite.
After I finished eating, I wiped my lips with a napkin and got up, staring at Euphemia coldly.
âEuphemia El Lauren Louerg. Be grateful that I care about you. You speak of my rights? The name of Brutein is already enough. You really think you worth more than that?â
ââŠâŠ â
âIf it rains in a dry desert, shouldnât they be thankful for it? You ungrateful wench with your tainted commoner lineage.â
ââŠâŠ â
âKnow your place, Euphemia.â
Aside from my personal feelings, there was nothing wrong with what I said, but when I saw Euphemia bowing her head in acceptance of her fateâŠ
âAhâŠâŠ â
I had no intention of hurting her, but then again why did I say those things?
Does he like it when Euphemia defies him?
Even though I had assimilated Ferzenâs ego, itâs hard to even begin understanding how much of a crazy bastard he must have been in the first place.
Realizing that I wasnât in the best of moods right now, I calmly got up, opened the door, and went out into the hallway.
âDid you enjoy your meal, Lord?â
âWhen Euphemia finishes her food, call the maids right away and⊠tell the hired mercenaries to gather in the backyard of the mansionâ
âRight away Lordâ
Having finished my business with Sebas, I pulled out a letter from my pocket as the sun had risen and had driven back the cold to some extent.
âIs it related to the s that the author had planned?â
A letter bearing the Imperial seal.
Inside was a request to appoint me as a professor of black magic for the Imperial Academy in the capital.
Although being a professor was annoying, rejection was not an option, so this letter is more of a notification than a request.
The imperial family had no choice but to keep the Bruteins in check.
I knew the power of the current imperial family from Ferzenâs memories. But even I could see the high status of the imperial family when they established such a grand academy in a feudal system.
The academy was a good place for the nobleâs sons to study, but in truth, the imperial family now held them as hostages in the capital.
An extreme analogy of this could be if the only college in the world was in the United States, and citizens of other countries are now forced to enter the school in order to obtain a diploma.
Moreover, the children of nobility who were being tutored from an early age has nothing new to learn.
There is a high possibility that the academy will be transformed into a social center where people can form connections rather than a school that is a place of learning.
That is why the Imperial family also wants to appoint me, the second son of the Brutein family, as a professor.
If an aristocrat from the Marquis family of Brutein is a professor, no matter how cheeky those nobles were, they would have no choice but to lie low and accept me as their teacher.
âAnd thereâs the setting that even commoners can attend the academy if they have a sponsor⊠will I face the Main Character there?â
I donât know.
I donât know, but even if we canât meet, the academy is a place where the children of nobles from each region gather, so itâll be fairly easy to get the information I want.
â Scrunch
After folding the letter and putting it back in my pocket, I went out to the backyard and walked slowly in front of the mercenaries who were lined up in the snow.
* * * * *
âSighâŠâ
Roem, the leader of the Raffles mercenaries, looked down at the trembling new recruits with a frown.
A long-term contract from the Brutein family.
As they are the wealthiest family in the empire, the pay is quite high, so I was excited until yesterday, but after learning that my boys had stolen and sold the cold protection equipment we received, I had a headache as to how to deal with this.
âBoss⊠â
âShut up.â
The cold weather equipment was loaned to us, so itâs clearly the property of the Brutein family.
This meant that once this contract was completed, they all had to be returned spotless, except the ones that got damaged while we were fulfilling the contract.
If they had sold only one or two pieces, it would be fine, but those guysâŠ.
Roem still clearly remembers the look on the butlerâs face when they moved the equipment to the warehouse last night and the quantity didnât match.
âLeader! Will the Bruteins really come after us just for some pieces of gear? Sure they were made from silver mane wolfskin butâŠâ
âShut up! Listen, Nobles may spend a lot of money, but they arenât stupid. Besides this has to do with their honor. If word gets out that some commoners stole their stuff and sold them, they would be ridiculed.â
Except for summer, this land is truly a freezing hell.
However, the contract remuneration was too good to pass, so I brought some new blood with the intention of toughening them up a bit and giving them some experience, but that was a mistake.
âYou guys are still too green, you donât know how scary a noble can be, so take this opportunity and keep an eye on it.â
Roem sighed as he wiped his face.
And at the same time, when he felt a commotion behind him, Roem turned his head and hurriedly bowed to Ferzen who was walking by.
âWhy is this mercenary doing this?â
âThat⊠⊠â
After skillfully explaining what happened, Roem waited patiently for Ferzenâs reply, who remained silent.
* * * * *
âI sentence you to death.â
Because of Seo-jin Leeâs ego, from a moral point of view, even if a nefarious convict committed a crime, I would hesitate on whether it was right to kill him or not.
But, since I had to hurry to the capital, I thought there would be no harm in making an example out of these mercenaries, so they would behave while Iâm away.
âDo it.â
At my words, the leader of the mercenary corps drew his sword, stood next to the young mercenary with a pale complexion, and raised his sword.
âPlease my lord, have mercy!⊠I have a small child and my wife is dead, so the child will have to live as an orphan!â
âExecute him.â
âMy lord, I beg you â !â
I donât know if what he said is true or not.
It may be an improvised lie to save himself, or there may be a child who is eagerly awaiting his fatherâs return from his job.
In fact, I was a little moved by his pleas, but rather than that, I thought that if his mother has passed away, then it would have been symmetrical if the father dies as well.
Truly this mental illness has no limits or moral standards.
When something is asymmetrical, then I have this compulsion to fix it
But there are times when I feel a strong desire to do so, but sometimes this feeling is not so strong that it canât be ignored.
This time it belonged to the latter, but it is not wrong to fulfill my compulsion when I had to make an example of him anyway.
Then is a single cut, without any pain, the kneeling mercenaryâs head rolled down, dyeing the snow in a red shade.
âWell⊠â
But when I looked at his severed head as I stepped back to avoid getting splattered by blood on my clothes, I saw that the cut wasnât clean.
Not a straight line, but an oblique line.
âHeyâ
âYes sir!â
âCut it again. No. Iâll cut it myself, give me a dagger.â
The mercenaries were confused about my request, but I didnât care and after getting the dagger, I carefully made an even and symmetrical line on the bodyâs neck, where the blood was still dripping out.
And with the help of Digitalization, the cut line was perfect.
âCut it one more time, but this time do it along this lineâ
ââŠâŠ â
âCanât you hear me?â
âYes Sir!â
As if terrified at my words, the mercenary corps commander, who responded with a hoarse voice, unsheathed his sword and cut his throat again along the line I drew.
âTake care of the corpse.â
âYes⊠â
As I looked at the cross-section of the neck that had been cut cleanly without any deviation, the corners of my mouth turned up to form a lopsided smile without even realizing.
And looking at me like this, the surrounding mercenaries were making a face as if they saw a ghost, but now I have to get used to that kind of gaze.