How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 94
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【Chapter 94】
On the way back to the inner castle.
“What are you thinking about, Young Master?”
“Nothing in particular.”
Carlisle replied to Maranello’s question.
“This old man finds you endlessly fascinating, Young Master.”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“You’ve caused quite a stir, haven’t you, Young Master?”
“Have I?”
“…Young Master.”
Maranello squeezed his eyes shut at Carlisle’s reaction.
“Young Master, you are trying to break the order of the United Kingdom that has been maintained for hundreds of years.”
“So what?”
“Young Master, this is truly a serious matter. The entire kingdom could be shaken…”
“If it shakes, then it shakes.”
Carlisle replied as if it was no big deal.
“Even if it wasn’t me, this would have been revealed someday. Did you really think this disgusting charade would last forever?”
“Hmm.”
“What’s going to happen will happen. The chaos that follows is only natural.”
“But…”
“Many people will die. There will be war. I know that much.”
Anyone who had played the game [Overlord] would know this fact.
The moment the truth was revealed, tension would spread throughout the United Kingdom, and the accumulated dissatisfaction and hatred toward the Royal Family would explode, inevitably leading to war.
That was also the main scenario of the game [Overlord].
“In the end, isn’t it enough if only the Northern Region remains intact?”
“Pardon…?”
“Whether the United Kingdom falls or not. Whether the Royal Family is dethroned or not. Whether the other families tear each other apart fighting. What does that have to do with us?”
“You’re not wrong.”
The United Kingdom was literally an alliance of thirteen families, including the Royal Family and twelve Grand Territories.
The territories ruled by each family and the people who had settled and lived there had different identities and didn’t consider themselves the same people.
Their temperaments were different, their values were different, and accordingly, their ways of thinking were all different.
The reason the Royal Family, despite wielding prophetic power, couldn’t completely unify the United Kingdom and only managed to rule over it was because of this.
“We just need to live well. The Sigmunds have protected the United Kingdom from barbarian invasions for hundreds of years. What was the compensation for that?”
“That’s…”
“We received no compensation whatsoever, only gaining hollow honor. Instead, we only shed our blood, and rather than improving, the lives of the Northerners became increasingly impoverished. After hundreds of years of bloodshed, this is all we got? Does that make sense?”
“You speak truly.”
“So whether chaos comes or not, it’s none of my business. We just need to watch the fire from across the river and take advantage in the middle.”
“It won’t be easy.”
“We have to make it happen. We know the Royal Family’s secret, and the other families don’t. If we roll this advantage over and over to make it into a snowball, it’s not an impossible story.”
“You are wise. Truly wise.”
“I’m not the one who needs to be wise. The Grand Duke, Selena, and Frey need to be wise.”
Carlisle answered indifferently and continued walking.
* * *
During the remaining vacation period, Carlisle quietly holed up in his room, reading books during the day and training swordsmanship with Maranello at night.
When his vacation was almost over, about three days before returning to his unit.
“Maranello.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Is Frey home right now?”
“At this time…”
Maranello took out the pocket watch he always carried to check the time, then answered.
“He should be training swordsmanship with His Grace the Grand Duke.”
“When does it end?”
“Training always lasts about an hour, so it should end soon.”
“When his training is over, tell him to come see me tonight.”
“What’s the reason for suddenly wanting to see Young Master Frey?”
Maranello asked with curiosity.
Naturally, Carlisle and Frey weren’t close.
It wasn’t that they fought with each other.
It was just that Carlisle had lost Frey’s respect during his scoundrel days.
Of course, Frey still treated Carlisle as an older brother, but there had been no private interaction between them for the past few years.
“I thought I’d try being a big brother for once.”
“Pardon…?”
“What, is it strange that someone like me wants to act like a big brother?”
“How could that be?”
Maranello waved his hands as if it was nonsense.
“Haven’t you two been quite distant all this time? That’s why I was surprised. If an older brother wants to act like an older brother, how could this old man think it strange?”
“Brothers come in all types. Only proper brothers can act like brothers, and I’m not one of them.”
“Hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm.”
“What, what is it?”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. You have that expression like someone who’s known this all along asking why it took so long.”
“No, no, it’s not that.”
“Sure it’s not.”
Carlisle glared at Maranello.
“Anyway, go tell him. I’ll be waiting, so tell him to come by midnight.”
“Understood.”
Maranello smiled broadly and bowed his head toward Carlisle.
‘I don’t know what this is about, but it’s a good thing. Now Young Master is starting to look after the youngest Young Master too.’
It’s very difficult to repair a relationship that has once fallen apart.
But if they’re family, if they’re people who share the same blood, it’s not an impossible story.
Moreover, although Carlisle had engaged in misconduct, he had never directly caused trouble for his family members, so there was still plenty of room for relationship recovery.
That night.
As midnight approached, Carlisle headed to the meeting place with Frey.
“You came, brother.”
Frey, who had arrived first and was waiting, greeted Carlisle.
“Oh, yeah.”
Perhaps because this was his first one-on-one conversation with Frey, Carlisle replied with an awkward tone.
‘He’s someone I know better than anyone, but it’s strangely awkward.’
Carlisle scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Frey van Sigmund.
One of the protagonist characters in the game [Overlord].
As the young lord of Decaron, he was a character whose goal was to rebuild House Sigmund, which had suffered near-devastating damage due to certain events, and furthermore achieve complete independence for the Northern Region.
Of course, that was nine years in the future, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that such a situation would never occur as long as Carlisle was around.
He intended to completely prevent the tragedy that would befall House Sigmund.
“Follow me.”
“Yeah.”
“….”
“….”
An awkward silence flowed between them.
Since they were somewhat distant and had nothing particular to say, neither of them opened their mouth.
Carlisle was the type of person who only spoke briefly about business, and while Frey was kind, he couldn’t think of any topics to discuss with Carlisle, which led to this situation.
“Hey, brother.”
“What.”
“How was the battlefield?”
“Kuk.”
Carlisle laughed.
“Is that really the best conversation topic you could come up with?”
“….”
“The battlefield. Dirty, uncomfortable, noisy, terrible, exhausting. Well, that’s how it was.”
“I, I see. Wasn’t it hard?”
“What I just said was that it was hard.”
“Ah…?”
“You don’t have to talk to me if you have nothing to say.”
“Mm-hmm.”
The place Carlisle took Frey to was a location he had visited before.
When they arrived in front of the stone wall, Carlisle turned to look at Frey.
“Hand.”
“Huh?”
“Give me your hand.”
“Ugh!”
When Carlisle cut his palm with a dagger, Frey jumped in surprise and put distance between them.
‘When did he?’
Carlisle was quite surprised by Frey’s quick movement.
It was amazing that he had put almost 5 meters of distance between them in the blink of an eye.
‘As expected of Frey, I suppose.’
While Carlisle was inwardly impressed, Frey frowned and said.
“What are you doing, brother?”
“Be quiet and come here.”
“I asked what you’re doing.”
“Come when I tell you to. There’s a reason for everything.”
“Ah, alright.”
Frey approached Carlisle with a slightly tense expression.
“Don’t be surprised.”
Carlisle grabbed Frey’s wrist and pressed his bleeding palm against the brick.
Swoosh, then the stone wall distorted and a door leading to the Sigmund Family’s secret passage appeared.
“Wh, what is this?”
“A door leading to our family’s secret vault.”
“Huh.”
“You need our family’s blood to enter here. That’s why I cut your palm.”
“You could have done it yourself, couldn’t you?”
“Then I would be in pain.”
“….”
“And you’re the younger brother, so you should do it.”
Frey looked aggrieved, but Carlisle didn’t bat an eye.
“Here.”
Carlisle handed a potion and handkerchief to Frey.
“Ah, this much is fine. I’ll just take the handkerchief.”
Frey said while wiping the blood with the handkerchief.
“It’ll hurt if you leave it alone.”
“It’ll heal quickly. Look.”
Frey showed his palm as if to prove his point.
“What, what is that.”
Carlisle frowned as he looked at Frey’s palm.
The palm that had been cut by the dagger moments ago was healing in real time.
“Why are you so surprised. We’re Sigmunds.”
“What does being a Sigmund have to do with wounds healing quickly?”
“Why wouldn’t it matter. We heal quickly no matter where we get hurt. You do too, brother.”
“Me?”
“Did you already forget when you fell off the cliff while running away before?”
“Mm.”
“If you were a normal person, you never would have been able to recover. Back then, your head was cracked, your spine was broken, and your artery was ruptured. If you weren’t a Sigmund, you never would have survived.”
Frey showed an expression full of pride as if he was pleased.
‘Sigmunds… maybe they’re even more monstrous than I thought.’
Carlisle thought this and shook his head.
* * *
Meanwhile, Grand Duke Guntram had been anxiously worrying for the past few days, and when a letter arrived from the Royal Family, he tensed up.
That second son… the worst scoundrel in northern history had caused an unmanageable incident, so even Grand Duke Guntram couldn’t help but feel anxious.
In such circumstances, when a letter arrived from the Royal Family, it was natural for Grand Duke Guntram to be nervous.
However, the actual contents of the letter he unfolded weren’t something Grand Duke Guntram needed to worry about.
Rather, it was somewhat surprising.
“…A full offensive against the Barbarians this fall as a preemptive war.”
In normal times, this would have been content that would make Grand Duke Guntram’s blood boil.
Usually when the Royal Family ordered a full offensive, they would only mobilize Decaron’s forces.
Each time, Decaron suffered tremendous damage, and even if they won the battle, when calculating gains and losses, they always ended up at a disadvantage.
Of course, it was profitable for the Royal Family and the United Kingdom as a whole.
But this time was different.
“They’ll send troops from the 12 grand territories excluding Decaron. What is this….”
Surprisingly, the letter stated that the Royal Family planned to send large-scale reinforcements.
And since the scale was said to be at least 50,000 troops, even Grand Duke Guntram began to doubt whether this was really a letter sent by the Royal Family.
The Royal Family, which had always demanded only Decaron’s sacrifice, was now saying they would extract troops from other families and send them….
Suddenly, words that Carlisle had said flashed through Grand Duke Guntram’s mind.
They’ll conclude it was the Barbarians’ doing and treat it as if nothing happened. Rather, they’ll extract troops from other families and send them. Since the north doesn’t have the capacity to retaliate against the Barbarians on behalf of the Royal Family.
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They’ll conclude it was the Barbarians’ doing and treat it as if nothing happened. Rather, they’ll extract troops from other families and send them. Since the north doesn’t have the capacity to retaliate against the Barbarians on behalf of the Royal Family.
“…That boy was right.”
The Royal Family was moving exactly as Carlisle had predicted.
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