I Alone Regress in a Hero Party That Was Annihilated - Chapter 89

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#89. Remnant Cleanup (1)

Breivy and Habu looked at each other’s faces.

“Featherback? That Featherback from Mörsolt?”

“Hmm… Strictly speaking, the name Featherback isn’t that uncommon. Could it be someone else?”

“In these times, would a Featherback who digs potatoes, chops wood, or deals with money come looking for me?”

“Then, could it be an imposter?”

But no matter how much he thought about it, there was no reason for Featherback, the young master of the Mörsolt Family, to visit this place.

No, if there was one, it would be only this.

That the Purosange Family had failed.

That Mörsolt had crushed and destroyed Purosange, noticed the secret dealings with Levarb, and came to scold them.

If not for that, there would be no reason for Featherback to come here.

Breivy asked in a faintly trembling voice.

“H-how many did he bring with him?”

Then the maid answered.

“Except for ten guard knights, there’s no one else.”

“As many as ten…! Eh? Ten? Did you say ten? Just that?”

“Yes? Yes. No more, no less, exactly ten. He also brought exactly one carriage.”

“Puhaha!”

Breivy laughed as if he had never been trembling.

Habu also chuckled.

“If this is true, it’s incredible luck. We have as many as five hundred men, don’t we?”

“It might be good to go out and see for yourself. Wouldn’t it be good for raising morale before the expedition?”

“Should I just watch from the sidelines? If I capture that bastard, wouldn’t I be the greatest contributor to this war?”

It was unclear what business Featherback had come to the Levarb Family for.

But one thing was certain – he was being incredibly careless.

“Did the Purosange Family completely crush the Mörsolt Family? Is that why he’s come to seek our protection?”

“That’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

“Crazy bastard. Does he think we’ll take his side? Has he already forgotten what kind of chaos he caused in this castle not long ago? Or maybe he’s just that desperate.”

Breivy stepped forward with an arrogant posture.

“Let’s first hear what kind of begging and pleading he has to offer. It won’t be too late to capture and torture him after that.”

“Very wise words, sir.”

Habu assisted at Breivy’s side.

Soon, Breivy opened the castle gate and went outside.

An excessive number of soldiers were guarding around him compared to the scale of their guests.

“Ahem! Are you the young master of the Mörsolt Family?”

Breivy asked the boy standing in front of him.

Then the boy removed his robe.

“Are you?”

White hair and red pupils.

“Did you just say ‘are you’?”

Featherback was staring at Breivy.

Breivy instinctively flinched.

This was his first time actually seeing Featherback.

He had been away from the family estate in the commercial district during the previous incident.

Breivy smiled toward Featherback.

“You must have had a hard journey coming all this way. From what I can see, you seem to be the real deal, so please come inside.”

“Come inside?”

Featherback rode his horse forward.

And continued speaking in his characteristic emotionless tone.

“Rebarb still hasn’t come to their senses.”

“What…?”

Breivy didn’t even have time to ask back.

Featherback instantly spurred his horse and approached Breivy.

The startled soldiers tried to block his path but were knocked down by Featherback’s horse.

Several knights rode their horses to block Featherback’s path, but.

…Thunk! …Thud thud!

Hounded and Skullsage from behind shot their crossbows and brought down their horses.

“Hiiik!?”

Breivy was startled and tried to flee, but it was already too late.

Featherback grabbed Breivy by the back of the neck all too easily.

Crack—!

Breivy was horrified the moment his neck was grabbed.

Crunch—

It felt like being bitten on the back of the neck by a giant crocodile.

How could this be the grip strength of a human, let alone a fifteen-year-old boy?

“Aaaaaaahhh!?”

Breivy screams from the intense pain he feels at the back of his neck.

Featherback’s voice flows into his ears.

“This bastard is even worse than his father who called himself a gentleman. Didn’t you learn anything even after a corkscrew was driven into your father’s neck?”

Something cold touches the center of Breivy’s Adam’s apple.

It was an icicle shaped sharp like an awl.

“There’s no wine today, so shall I uncork something else?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t recognize you…!”

“You knew exactly who I was and still spoke that way.”

“Eek! I was wrong!”

Breivy trembles while keeping his eyes tightly shut.

Only then did Featherback remove the icicle from Breivy’s neck.

Breivy broke out in cold sweat and gritted his teeth.

‘Damn it! If I knew this would happen, I should have just watched from the castle walls! I came out trying to save face in front of my subordinates and look at this humiliation!’

Then, Featherback’s words broke through Breivy’s thoughts.

“I stopped by the Levarb Family today to ask about something. Are you the acting Family Head?”

“Y-yes. But I’m not the acting Family Head, I’m the Family Head.”

“Isn’t Vargo Viscount the Family Head?”

At Featherback’s question, Breivy barely held back the curse that was about to slip out.

“Yes… Father is the Family Head… but Father is… currently confined in Young Lord’s family… as far as I know… haha…”

“Ah, right. On charges of treason.”

“Yes. As I mentioned back then, the treason was only Father’s independent plan, and we had nothing to do with it. So since then, though I’m lacking, I’ve taken over the Family Head position and have been handling the work…”

“If you’re the Family Head, then you must know this bastard well?”

Featherback cut off Breivy’s words.

And he pulled out a severed head from his sack that he had obtained from somewhere.

“Huk!?”

Breivy was horrified.

What Featherback pulled out from the leather sack was Sir Jono’s head, preserved in salt.

He was a spy sent from Levarb to Purosange.

No wonder all communications from Purosange had been cut off—it was because Sir Jono, who was in charge of communications, had died.

Breivy frantically shook his head.

“I, I, I, I, I, I don’t know anything about this. Who is that?”

“He said he was from the Levarb Family? Don’t you know him?”

“How could I possibly know? Wh-who is he? Where did this friend die?”

“I killed him at Purosange Castle. In the process of annihilating the Purosange bastards.”

“Hic!”

At Featherback’s words, Breivy hiccupped.

The soldiers around them also quietly hid their spears and swords behind their backs.

Mörsolt had destroyed Purosange.

And in less than a few days at that.

Normally they would have laughed it off as nonsense… but right now Sir Jono’s head was in Featherback’s hand.

“Huk! Hic! Kuk!”

Breivy pounded his chest with his fist to stop the hiccupping.

Featherback looked around at his surroundings.

“For a welcoming ceremony crowd, there are quite a lot of people. All armed with spears and swords.”

“Th-that’s because… they were slash-and-burn farmers until recently, so they don’t know etiquette.”

“They didn’t prepare for battle after hearing I was coming?”

“No way! No way! Absolutely not!”

Breivy, grabbed by the back of his neck, kept struggling desperately.

Featherback nodded his head.

“Good. I like your sincerity, so I’ll give you a gift.”

“A… gift?”

Knights brought a carriage before the puzzled Breivy.

Soon, a person stepped down from the cargo compartment of the carriage.

A gaunt figure with withered skin, an old man who looked like he might breathe his last at any moment.

Breivy didn’t recognize who this old man was and just blinked his eyes.

And then immediately.

“Gasp!? Co-could it be Father!?”

That’s right.

The person Featherback had brought was Vargo Viscount, the original Family Head of the Levarb Family.

Snap—

When Featherback snapped his fingers, light returned to Vargo Viscount’s previously dazed pupils.

“Thanks to the grace of the Mörsolt Family, I was able to return here to the Levarb Family! From now on, I will govern the Levarb Family well without ever going against the Mörsolt Family!”

“Good. The training went well.”

Featherback’s gaze shifted from Vargo Viscount to Breivy.

“You were surely the temporary Family Head, right?”

“Yes…”

“The rightful Family Head of Levarb has returned, so now step aside.”

“….”

Breivy couldn’t say anything at all.

Soon after, Vargo Viscount shouted at the five hundred or so soldiers.

“I have returned! What are you all doing! Hurry and prepare to receive your Family Head!”

Then the soldiers began moving sluggishly.

Since the original Family Head had returned, it was naturally right to obey his words.

Breivy’s expression darkened as he watched the soldiers who had gathered begin to disperse.

The conversation between Featherback and Vargo Viscount reached his ears.

“By the way, your son was quite ill-mannered. You heard him say to me ‘Step aside,’ ‘You’ve worked hard,’ and ‘Please leave,’ didn’t you?”

“I heard it clearly. The fault lies greatly with this father who failed to properly educate his son!”

Vargo Viscount quickly prostrated himself flat on the ground and began striking the floor with his forehead until it bled.

Featherback waved his hand dismissively.

“If it’s alright, I’ll take your son to the Main House and provide him with some education.”

“I would be most grateful if you would do that.”

“The Star Tower where you stayed has conveniently become vacant, so we can provide his lodging and education there.”

Breivy’s treatment had been decided.

Now he would be dragged to the Mörsolt Family and receive the exact same mental education that Vargo Viscount had received.

“No, it can’t be!”

Breivy hastily turned his head to look at Vargo Viscount.

“Father! How can you send me to the Mörsolt Family as a hostage?”

“….”

However, Viscount Vargo’s gaze toward his son is nothing but cold.

He remembers well how his sons had all betrayed him in unison as if they had been waiting for it when he was detained in the Mörsolt Family’s Star Tower.

“My son.”

“Yes, Father!”

“Then shall I leave again?”

“….”

At his father’s cold words, Breivy shut his mouth.

Eventually, Breivy racked his brains as much as possible before shouting.

“F-Father, you are too old! You are too frail to take on the position of Family Head!”

“I would have better stamina than you who’s gotten all fat and flabby. I received the same physical training that the soldiers there get when I was at the Mörsolt Family.”

“H-h-handover! What about the handover! I’ve been performing the duties of Family Head while you were away and have accumulated mountains of materials that only I know about…!”

“A handover is unnecessary. How many years have I been in the position of Family Head. Everything within the family is as clear to me as the palm of my hand.”

“That can’t be! N-no! There must be things I need to stay here and do! S-surely if we look for them…!”

Toward Breivy who was denying reality, Featherback said a word.

“I will provide free education in the various refinements necessary to become the next head of the Levarb Family. Be grateful.”

“…!”

Of course, it would be a very thorough cramming education.

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