How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 6

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【Episode 6】

“If we have the same purpose… are you saying you intend to get Carlisle out?”

“As you can see.”

Silas said, pointing to the unconscious knights.

“No brother wants his nephew’s blood on his hands. There aren’t many uncles who would want to watch their nephew die either. Even if that nephew is utterly worthless and wicked.”

“I understand.”

Hestia nodded as if she completely agreed with Silas’s words.

In the end, both Silas and Hestia were thinking the same thing.

Because they loved Carlisle?

…That couldn’t be it.

There had been more than a few times when they wanted to beat him to within an inch of his life.

Sometimes, very occasionally, they had even wanted to actually kill him in their rage.

The karma that Carlisle had accumulated was so abundant that it would be tiresome to even list it all.

Nevertheless, Hestia and Silas were risking danger to save this hateful duckling.

Even though Grand Duke Guntram would be furious the moment Carlisle disappeared and would surely find the ringleaders and hold them severely accountable.

It was because of a kind of love-hate relationship.

They hated and despised Carlisle, but on the other hand, they couldn’t bear to watch the family’s tragedy, the death of their blood relative.

“I’m truly sorry and feel guilty toward the families of the dead territory citizens… but I just couldn’t stand by and watch.”

“I feel the same way.”

While Silas and Hestia were reaching an agreement.

‘Huh?’

Carlisle realized that the people who had come to rescue him weren’t just Silas and Hestia.

‘Selena and Frey came too.’

Carlisle didn’t miss seeing Selena and Frey’s faces briefly appear and disappear at the window Hestia had come through.

‘Let’s go. The adults will handle it themselves.’

‘Okay, sister.’

Selena and Frey had also infiltrated to extract Carlisle, but seeing there were already other guests, they quietly withdrew.

‘At this rate, are we going to have a family reunion?’

Carlisle thought that might actually happen.

At the same time, he inwardly felt angry at the real Carlisle, the original owner of this body.

‘With blood relatives like these by his side, that bastard Carlisle could only live like that.’

That wasn’t his only thought.

‘Is this what family is like?’

Carlisle found his blood relatives’ actions very unfamiliar.

For him, family was…

“Even your uncle has come, so will you still not leave?”

Hestia’s question stopped Carlisle’s contemplation.

“What do you mean by that?”

Silas frowned with an expression that said ‘what kind of nonsense is that?’

“Carlisle said he won’t go.”

“What?”

“I don’t know if he doesn’t understand the situation or if he’s given up on everything.”

“What the hell does that mean? Is what your aunt said true?”

Silas whipped his head around to glare at Carlisle.

“Yes, uncle.”

“What’s the reason?”

“Ah, well…”

“Why are you being so stubbornly unreasonable? If you really want to die…”

Silas seemed to be getting angry, moving toward Carlisle before even hearing his answer.

Then he grabbed Carlisle by the collar and growled in a low voice.

“Tell me now. This uncle will personally kill you.”

“…”

“It would be better to die by this uncle’s hand than by your father’s.”

“…”

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“…Let.”

“What?”

“Th-this. Let. Go.”

“…!”

Seeing Carlisle’s face turn deathly pale, Silas realized he had gotten too excited and looked startled.

“You didn’t come here to strangle him to death before hearing his answer, did you?”

“…I’m sorry.”

Silas looked embarrassed at Hestia’s sharp remark, turning his head away once before glaring at Carlisle again with frightening eyes.

“Why won’t you go?”

Carlisle coughed for a moment, then answered Silas’s question.

“Because I don’t want to live like that.”

“What does that mean? Don’t tell me you’re worried about not being able to live in luxury anymore?”

“If I said that wasn’t the case at all, that would be a lie.”

“You really are…!”

“More than that.”

Carlisle cut off Silas’s words.

“If I run away now, there won’t be an opportunity.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Silas was momentarily confused.

Who would have expected the word atonement to come from the mouth of the world’s most notorious scoundrel?

“I’m also looking for a way to survive, and it would be troublesome if I ran away now.”

“Looking for a way to survive?”

“Yes.”

He could have escaped first and then proven his innocence.

The problem was when it was revealed that Carlisle had actually killed Alberto.

Then the opportunity for atonement would be lost forever, and if things went wrong, his plan to reduce his sentence through plea bargaining would also come to nothing.

“How could you possibly find a way to survive?”

“Well…”

While Carlisle hesitated for a moment about how to explain this.

“Could this old man understand what situation this is?”

Just then, Maranello appeared at the perfect timing.

“…!”

“…!”

Hestia and Silas stiffened awkwardly upon seeing Maranello.

No matter how powerful Hestia and Silas were, they absolutely couldn’t take Carlisle away without permission from Maranello, who was once called the Death God of the Northern Region.

* * *

“If it gets any noisier, His Grace will be greatly alarmed, so please return now, both of you.”

Maranello quickly assessed the situation and politely suggested to Hestia and Silas.

“That’s impossible, Sir Maranello.”

Hestia confronted Maranello with a strong tone.

For her, Carlisle was like a child, so no matter how much the other party was Maranello, she couldn’t easily back down.

“Carlisle is one of my few blood relatives. Moreover, I swore to my sister that I would protect her children.”

“Why don’t you understand?”

Maranello smiled.

“However, the young master has his own thoughts, so wouldn’t it be troublesome if you don’t acknowledge that?”

“Sir Maranello, you’re being naive.”

“Pardon?”

“Do you think Carlisle has something like a plan?”

“….”

Maranello was momentarily speechless and couldn’t respond at all.

“Now that I hear it, it is strange. There’s no way that boy would have any decent plan. Isn’t he someone who’s never thought about anything his entire life?”

Silas also strongly supported Hestia’s opinion with eyes full of distrust.

“Ahem.”

Maranello tried to cover his embarrassment with an unnecessary cough.

Well, it was true—considering Carlisle’s behavioral patterns so far, there was no way he could have a plan.

‘…These people.’

The person in question, Carlisle, squeezed his eyes shut with a feeling of frustration.

But what could he do?

This was the karma that someone who possessed a scoundrel had to bear.

When his credibility was beyond 0 and at -99, he should hope for what was reasonable.

“Um, I’m still here, you know.”

Unable to bear it any longer, Carlisle spoke up to remind them of his presence.

“Please talk behind my back when I’m not around.”

At those words, Hestia, Silas, and Maranello subtly averted their gazes and pretended not to hear.

“Maranello.”

“Yes, young master.”

“Escort these two out. I’m going to sleep, so please keep it as quiet as possible.”

Carlisle said that and trudged over to the bed, slipping under the blanket.

“Carlisle!”

Hestia shouted angrily, but Carlisle wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and didn’t respond at all.

“Please calm down for now and listen to this old man.”

Maranello soothed Hestia.

“How could this old man not know how the young master’s words are being received? But after hearing it, the young master wasn’t saying something completely groundless.”

“Is that really true?”

“Since the young master says he wants to sleep, let’s move elsewhere first. Sir Silas, please come this way too. Let’s talk together.”

“Ah, yes.”

After Maranello persuaded Hestia and Silas and led them out.

‘What’s the reason for this?’

Carlisle thought with his eyes closed.

Why, for what reason.

Carlisle couldn’t understand at all why the Sigmund family members were trying to save this scoundrel even at the risk of danger.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know.

He felt like he could understand it intellectually, but it just didn’t resonate in his heart.

‘Because he’s a noble? Or because he’s blood family?’

His thoughts didn’t last long.

‘There’s no need to try to understand what I can’t understand.’

Carlisle erased the question from his mind and tried to sleep.

* * *

The next day too.

And the day after that as well.

Carlisle could hardly get any sleep.

Carlisle’s half-joking concern that they might be holding a family gathering was by no means unfounded.

“Carlisle, Carlisle. Wake up quickly, hurry.”

“Young Master Carlisle, please wake up.”

Whenever he was about to fall asleep, Sigmund family blood relations and retainers would appear to attempt a rescue, constantly disrupting his sleep.

‘Should I put up a notice?’

Carlisle seriously considered posting a sign that read 【I have no intention of escaping, so don’t wake me up】.

Thanks to this, the person who suffered was Maranello.

Maranello brought over a chair and stood guard all night, quietly turning away the unwelcome visitors(?) to help Carlisle sleep peacefully.

Meanwhile, welcome news arrived.

It was the night with two days left before the trial.

“Young master, there’s news that Miss Evangeline succeeded with the ritual.”

“Huh?”

“Yes, young master.”

“That’s good.”

Carlisle’s reaction ended right there.

“Aren’t you pleased?”

“It’s still too early. We won’t know until we confirm it directly.”

“That’s true, but….”

“Can I go out briefly at dawn to check?”

“It should probably be possible.”

A few hours later.

Carlisle slipped out of the castle with Maranello and met with Evangeline.

“You succeeded?”

“Yes! I tried it with my siblings and it really worked! How did you know about such a ritual….”

“You don’t need to know.”

“…Yes.”

At the cold response, Evangeline showed a dejected expression.

‘I should brush things off like this whenever it gets troublesome.’

Carlisle thought this was one of the advantages of being a scoundrel and resolved to use it effectively.

Not having to provide justification for his actions was quite a convenient way of communicating.

Of course, he might get some criticism, but that didn’t matter.

They would just think the scoundrel was being a scoundrel.

He was also pleased that thanks to dampening her spirits, Evangeline, who had been slightly excited, became calm.

It would surely help her concentrate before the ritual.

“Then….”

Evangeline cautiously extended her hand.

Carlisle took Evangeline’s outstretched hand.

It was time to confirm the truth of that night.

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