How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 7

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【Episode 7】

“Well then, I’ll begin.”

“Go ahead.”

Just before the ritual began.

‘If I fail, the young master will be angry, won’t he?’

Evangeline felt a little worried.

But that was only momentary.

‘No. Evangeline, you can do this. Just do it like you always have. This is a ritual you’ve already succeeded at before. You must succeed… Oh my.’

The moment Evangeline’s eyes met Carlisle’s violet ones.

Thump!

Evangeline suddenly felt as if her heart had dropped with a start.

‘Those are truly beautiful eyes. At first they were frightening, but…’

Certainly, Carlisle’s violet pupils looked truly mystical, but it was true that at first glance they appeared frightening.

However, looking again, it seemed there couldn’t be more beautiful eyes than these in this world.

When they first met, she had been overwhelmed by Carlisle’s notoriety and was half out of her mind.

But now, looking at him, it seemed there couldn’t exist a more handsome man than this in the world.

That jade-like skin, that straight nose bridge, those refreshingly defined lips, and despite being a man, how could his hands be so soft and slender…

Was this how the protagonist from fairy tales looked—the one who unintentionally bewitched a goddess, earned the hatred of other gods, met a tragic death, and ultimately became a flower?

‘If I were to stroke that softly glowing silver hair… what would it feel like? It must be incredibly soft, right?’

Blush—

Having such thoughts, a rosy flush had risen to Evangeline’s cheeks before she knew it.

‘He’s really so handsom—’

Just then.

“What are you doing.”

“Huh?!”

“I asked what you’re doing right now.”

“Ah! Well, that is!”

“Why are you staring at me like that? Are you supposed to look directly at a noble’s face?”

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

Evangeline bowed her head deeply and apologized in a voice that seemed to shrink away.

“Focus.”

“…Yes.”

At Carlisle’s firm and concise instruction, Evangeline came to her senses again and soon closed her eyes tightly.

“■■ ■■ ■■■■. ■■ ■ ■■■ ■■ ■■■ ■■ ■■■■■. ■■ ■■ ■■■■ ■■ ■■■…”

Soon, words that Carlisle couldn’t understand flowed from Evangeline’s mouth.

Spirit Language.

A language that only spirits and those who had contracted with them could use, hear, and speak.

Rustle, rustle.

As the ritual began, the ground writhed as if it were alive, and soon took human form.

It matched Carlisle’s appearance perfectly.

Though it was made of earth and couldn’t reproduce colors, anyone would be unable to deny that it was Carlisle.

Soon the mud-formed Carlisle began moving his steps unsteadily, swaying back and forth.

With a sword gripped in one hand…

‘It worked.’

The ritual was a success.

Now it was time for the truth of that night to be revealed.

* * *

Whoosh, swish!

That day’s Carlisle swung his sword carelessly, this way and that.

His movements were so unsteady that it perfectly matched that night’s Carlisle who was said to be completely drunk.

– Hehehe! What are they going to do to me? Hic! I’m a direct descendant of House Sigmund! My old man is the lord of Dekaron! Haha! Hic!

That day’s Carlisle spewed curses and acted outrageously.

It seemed he was drunkenly ranting to himself while returning to the castle completely intoxicated.

– Kugh! I’m dizzy! I’m drunk! Drun—

Stumble, thud!

That day’s Carlisle, who had been acting crazy by himself, seemed to have tripped over his own feet and fell on his bottom.

– Owwwwwww…

Carlisle, who was in pain for a moment, looked around and screamed at the top of his lungs.

– Hey, which bastard! Hic! Come out! I’ll kill you! Hic!

That day’s Carlisle, who had been growling while pointing his sword at empty air, soon seemed to realize no one was there and clumsily got up.

– Well, there’s no one who would dare touch me anyway. Hehehe. Hic!

Even after that, that day’s Carlisle’s drunken rambling continued for quite a while.

– Buuuuurp!

He even let out a big burp.

– Bleeeegh!

And prepared breakfast for the pigeons in advance.

– Mmm!

Looking around, looking around.

Fumbling, fumbling.

Swish.

Splaaaaaash—!!!

Finally, that day’s Carlisle even engaged in some greening project(?) to help the trees grow well.

Meanwhile, how embarrassing the original was…

“Ah. What is this, really.”

An irritated sigh flowed from Evangeline’s mouth as she watched.

“…Young master.”

Maranello couldn’t hide his devastated feelings and covered his face with his hands.

“That’s not me.”

Carlisle pointed at that day’s Carlisle and stated the truth.

Unfortunately, the truth didn’t work at all.

“Ah, yes…”

“Yes, if you say it’s not you, young master, then it must not be.”

Evangeline and Maranello didn’t believe Carlisle’s words even a tiny bit.

“But it’s true.”

Carlisle felt wronged, but thinking this was also the karma of someone who had possessed a scoundrel, his displeasure seemed to subside a little.

Of course, that didn’t mean he could openly be treated like trash.

“Didn’t I tell you not to look at a noble carelessly? Turn your head and cover your ears. Manage your expressions properly.”

“…Yes.”

Having seen something she shouldn’t have, Evangeline couldn’t bring herself to meet Carlisle’s eyes and turned around with her ears covered as instructed.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh? Should this old man do the same?”

“Where would there be exceptions?”

“Hehe.”

“If you’re upset about it, become a noble instead of a semi-noble.”

“…”

“Does the person you serve have such a weak mind that his behavior has become somewhat disheveled, and you feel the need to watch? Act like a proper butler. If you can’t even cover up his disgraceful behavior.”

Maranello thought to himself that this was hardly ‘somewhat’ disheveled behavior, but he didn’t bother to voice that opinion aloud.

‘Maybe it’s good that he’s dead. The world would be a better place without scum like this.’

Carlisle had such thoughts while watching the real Carlisle’s drunken rampage.

The real Carlisle’s drunken behavior was that severe, and it was getting progressively worse.

‘How long do I have to watch this nonsense?’

He stood with his arms crossed, leaning on his staff, watching the drunken spectacle.

– Huff, gasp!

From the distance, Alberto made of dirt came running and collapsed with a thud.

He was gasping for breath up to his chin, and from the way he was limping and couldn’t run properly, he was clearly exhausted.

– What are you? Hiccup!

– Wh-who are you? Huff, huff!

– Damn it! Of all places to run into this bastard… Huff huff!

– I asked what you are, you bastard. Hiccup! How dare a lowly commoner like you fail to answer a noble’s question…

That’s when it happened.

– How long did you think you could keep running?

– That’s what I’m saying, just give up. Stop making us sweat.

– You damn bastard. Two of our comrades died because of you.

Jeffrey, who was supposedly the witness to the incident, and his two companions—three figures in total—appeared and cornered Alberto.

From the way each of them had drawn their weapons, it seemed they had been chasing Alberto and happened to encounter Carlisle.

– Who’s this? Isn’t this the good-for-nothing from House Sigmund?

– Shit. This complicates things.

– This is going to get noisy.

Meanwhile, Alberto also clearly wasn’t pleased to encounter Carlisle.

Of all the people to run into, it had to be this drunken good-for-nothing…

– Y-young master! You must flee quickly! Those bastards are…

– What are you!

Carlisle swung his sword at Alberto.

– Damn it! You stupid good-for-nothing!

Alberto threw himself aside and shouted angrily at Carlisle.

– Oh ho, looks like the good-for-nothing is on our side? Kuhehe! There are times when that bastard is useful! What are you all doing? Let’s finish this quickly.

Jeffrey flashed a sinister smile and charged at Alberto along with his companions.

And so a bizarre three-way battle began.

* * *

Unlike his initial attack on Alberto, the real Carlisle soon turned his blade toward Jeffrey’s group.

– Hiccup! What are you guys? How dare you bastards! Hiccup!

Though he was completely drunk, he seemed to instinctively distinguish between those with hostile intent and those without.

So the fight formed a 3-versus-2 structure with Carlisle and Alberto against Jeffrey’s group.

Carlisle and Alberto didn’t gain the upper hand.

Though Carlisle managed to swing his sword while staggering, he was too drunk to be of much help.

– Gasp, gasp!

Alberto had clearly been running for quite some time, as he was obviously exhausted.

Then came the decisive moment.

– Y-young master!

Alberto desperately threw himself forward and took the sword meant for Carlisle.

Splurt!

Blood sprayed up, and Alberto collapsed.

– Young master… qu-quickly run… Urgh!

– Hiccup?

– Th-those bastards… those bastards…

Alberto died without finishing his words.

– Just knock him out. If we kill that good-for-nothing too, things will get more complicated.

– Yeah, that’s better.

Jeffrey’s gang didn’t kill Carlisle, but simply subdued and knocked him unconscious.

– What do we do now?

– What do you mean what? We need to give him this.

Jeffrey pulled out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and poured it into the unconscious Carlisle’s mouth.

– He’ll lose his memory for about an hour, so let’s clean this up and get out before this bastard wakes up.

– You mean frame him?

– That would be better.

– Right. If we say that good-for-nothing did it, everyone will believe it.

As soon as Jeffrey’s gang finished their conspiracy, they moved in perfect coordination and began manipulating the crime scene.

From their movements, Jeffrey’s gang seemed as skilled as people who had done this sort of thing many times before.

Soon, the dirt figures of Carlisle, Alberto, and Jeffrey’s gang crumbled like sandcastles.

Carlisle pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his nose and mouth, then looked back at Maranello.

“How dare they—!”

Maranello was already burning with rage.

Whoooosh!

The aura emanating from Maranello was so intense that it was clear why he was once called the Grim Reaper of the North.

“You saw it, right? I didn’t kill him.”

“Yes, young master.”

Maranello’s eyes blazed with fierce intensity.

“This old man saw it clearly. I’ll immediately capture those bastards and…”

“Wait.”

“I must quickly report this fact to His Grace the Grand Duke…”

“I said wait.”

“Before dawn breaks, I’ll capture all those bastards…”

“Tsk.”

Carlisle frowned.

“I told you to wait. If we stir things up now, it’ll be a loss.”

“A loss? What do you mean by that?”

“If we capture those guys now and close the case, what will the people of Dekaron think?”

“Hmm.”

“They’ll misunderstand that Father framed innocent people to save me. They’ll curse that all nobles are the same. So it’s better to reveal this in an official setting. That way the people will realize the truth and accept it.”

“You mean to aim for dramatic effect?”

“It’s not that grandiose.”

Carlisle looked back at Evangeline.

“Good work. Well then, I’ll see you at the trial. Until then, don’t go anywhere and stay quietly at home.”

“Yes, young master.”

Carlisle gave his instructions to Evangeline and immediately set off toward the castle.

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