In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 212

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head Episode 212

“Where did you get this book?”

Chanton Seosseou asked Peres in a low voice.

The young prince, who was only eleven years old, stared intently at Chanton.

His eyes were so unreadable that it was impossible to think of him as a mere child.

Yubes, the prince’s swordsmanship instructor, had been injured during training and could no longer teach the Second Prince’s swordsmanship lessons.

Since they couldn’t send just anyone to teach swordsmanship to a prince, Chanton Seosseou, the knight commander, had come to Poirak Palace as a temporary swordsmanship instructor.

However, when Chanton Seosseou saw the title of the book placed on the Second Prince’s desk, his blood ran cold.

He picked up the book.

“Why is this…”

Why does the prince have this?

The Imperial Palace had no right to possess this book.

Peres, who had been watching Chanton Seosseou barely suppress his anger, spoke.

“It’s mine.”

His blunt voice was filled with wariness.

Chanton Seosseou turned his gaze away from Peres and looked down at the book in his hands.

<Brown Swordsmanship Manual>

And when he turned a page, he saw that person’s name.

Gerard Brown.

It was the name of the former Lord Brown who had died at the hands of Angenas.

A very old memory came vividly back to life in Chanton Seosseou’s mind as if it were yesterday.

“Run away, Master!”

Chanton Seosseou’s father, Ralph Sersheu, shouted to Lord Gerard Brown.

“Or at least ask for help from the neighboring lords, from the Empire’s knights who follow the Brown Family! Everyone will die at this rate!”

Ralph, who had heard rumors that Angenas would attack the old castle where the Brown Family members were taking refuge, hurriedly sought out his master.

Gerard Brown happened to be observing the swordsmanship of Chanton, Ralph Sersheu’s son.

No matter how much Ralph tried to dissuade him, saying there was no need to worry about a child who had just barely learned to hold and swing a wooden sword, Gerard Brown devoted his attention even to his disciple’s son.

“Please, Master!”

Ralph, burning with anxiety, shouted loudly once more.

“Ralph, you should return to Sersheu today.”

“M-Master… That won’t do. I’ll stay and fight alongside the Brown Family. I am a knight of the Brown Family!”

“No. You are merely one of many disciples of the Brown Family who was sent from the Sersheu Family to learn swordsmanship.”

“But…!”

“Would you have your son die as well?”

Gerard Brown, who had deliberately scolded his disciple with harsh words, bent one knee to match Chanton’s eye level.

“Chanton, you said you wanted to become a knight?”

“Yes!”

Gerard Brown smiled as he looked into the bright, sparkling eyes of the young boy.

“Then there’s something you must always remember. Can you promise this teacher that you’ll definitely keep it?”

“Yes, teacher!”

Chanton nodded vigorously.

“Always draw your sword for the weak. Keep your promises and never tell lies. And lastly.”

Gerard Brown spoke while contemplating the future of young Chanton, who had genius talent in swordsmanship.

“Lastly, if your sword becomes stronger and sharper than anyone else’s, become a knight of the Imperial Palace. And in place of your teacher, will you protect this Empire and the Durellie Imperial Family?”

At the Brown lord’s final words, Ralph clenched his fists tightly.

And Chanton, knowing nothing, answered energetically.

“Yes, teacher! I’ll do that! I’ll definitely become a knight of the Imperial Knights!”

“Yes, how very reliable!”

Gerard Brown laughed with genuine relief, as if his mind was truly at ease.

That afternoon, Ralph Sersheu returned to the Sersheu Family with his son Chanton.

And that night.

Angenas attacked the Brown Family.

He had become a knight of the Imperial Palace to keep that promise.

And though he had inherited the position of commander of the Imperial Knights, there was no loyalty to the Imperial Palace in Chanton Seosseou’s heart.

The Durellie Imperial Family, which he had witnessed up close, was more vile than any other family.

They were not beings worthy of his loyalty.

Chanton Seosseou was unhappy.

He had just decided to step down from his position as knight commander tomorrow.

“Please give me this book.”

Chanton Seosseou said this to the young prince.

Rather than staying with a prince who might die at any moment at the Empress’s hands, it would be better for this book to return to the Sersheu Family with him.

That’s what he thought.

“That book is very precious to me.”

The Second Prince answered, frowning in a way unbefitting a child.

Only then did Chanton look closely at the swordsmanship manual.

The pages were stained with fingerprints from being read so many times.

The leather cord binding the book had also become loose.

“Sigh.”

Then the Second Prince let out a small sigh.

“Take it.”

“…Didn’t you say it was precious?”

“I promised to give it away. I promised that if someone came asking for it, I would give it to them.”

Chanton Seosseou frowned, not understanding what the Second Prince was muttering about.

“If I don’t give it, Tia will be disappointed.”

But the young prince saying this also had drooping shoulders, seeming quite disappointed.

Feeling like he had suddenly become a scoundrel who stole a precious item from a child, Chanton Seosseou felt a surge of emotion.

To Chanton Seosseou, who was standing there holding the book in a daze, the Second Prince said casually.

“If you’re not going to teach me swordsmanship, go back quickly.”

Chanton Seosseou shook his head.

He couldn’t return without doing anything after taking the book from the prince, who was smaller and thinner than his peers.

“I will teach you.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

But what came back was the prince’s cold rejection.

“You’re pitying me right now.”

His blood-red eyes seemed to pierce through Chanton Seosseou.

“It’s fine. I’ve memorized all the contents of the swordsmanship manual. I can do it by myself.”

To the back of the Second Prince, who was about to go outside with his wooden sword, Chanton Seosseou asked.

“Why are you trying to learn swordsmanship?”

Then the Second Prince answered briefly.

“Because I’m sick of being weak. And because I promised.”

“A promise?”

“I promised to study hard and practice swordsmanship every day.”

Having said that, the Second Prince went out alone.

Chanton Seosseou, who had been standing there for a moment, also followed behind the Second Prince.

It was to become his swordsmanship teacher.

It wasn’t out of pity.

Yubes had praised the Second Prince endlessly every day, and this had aroused his curiosity.

To that young Crown Prince who has quite impressive eyes, unlike those typical of the Durelliga family.

“Sersheu Marquis.”

Chanton Seosseou was awakened from his thoughts by the sound of someone calling him.

He was standing in front of the Nobles’ Guild Building where the nobility council had been held.

“You’ve worked hard. I’ll see you later.”

Peres said, patting the Sersheu Marquis’s shoulder once.

“Is your back alright?”

“My back?”

“The other day.”

Though his words were cut short, Peres understood what the Sersheu Marquis meant.

And his thick eyebrows furrowed unpleasantly.

“Do you think I’d still be suffering from such a minor injury?”

“…No.”

Chanton Seosseou bowed his head slightly.

Then he saw the Lombardi carriage that had been waiting in the distance beginning to depart.

“Don’t you need to follow them?”

The Sersheu Marquis asked Peres.

But Peres shook his head.

“Right now Tia has things she needs to do. So do I. We’ll meet later.”

His voice was calm as he spoke.

“Then I’ll ask just one thing.”

Chanton Seosseou said to Peres as he was turning away.

“Did you share everything with the Lombardi young lady?”

Pirenthia Lombardi had asked Chanton about the estate issue with precision.

As if she knew all about the plan that had been kept thoroughly secret.

“No.”

“Then how did the Lombardi young lady know everything?”

“Sersheu Marquis.”

Peres said to the confused Chanton Seosseou.

“If it weren’t for Tia, you and I wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

At Peres’s words, deeper wrinkles formed on Chanton Seosseou’s brow, but no further explanation came.

Peres simply left a brief farewell and walked toward where his carriage was waiting.

“Let’s meet at the next council meeting.”

In front of the Nobles’ Guild Building where most of the nobles were still present, Peres’s carriage was already fully prepared and waiting.

Nothing had changed.

Four gentle-eyed horses were still pulling the carriage, and Imperial Guards were escorting around it.

But Peres’s steps toward the carriage stopped.

And at some point, a crooked half-smile appeared on his well-shaped lips.

He slowly surveyed the faces of the Imperial Guards escorting around the carriage.

Flinch.

The Imperial Guards looked straight ahead, avoiding Peres’s gaze.

Watching such guards, Peres gave another shallow sneer and commanded as he boarded the carriage.

“To the Imperial Palace.”

Click.

As soon as Peres boarded, the carriage began to move immediately.

Befitting an imperial vehicle, the inside of the carriage was luxurious and quiet.

Listening to the steady noise of the carriage wheels that sounded faintly like something from a distant place, Peres opened his mouth.

“If you have something to say, please say it.”

Cold red eyes captured the person sitting across from him.

“Empress.”

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Lombardi Estate.

“The Brown family has successfully returned, and what remains is determining who will be the representative family of the Western Region at the council meeting.”

“Haha! Well done, well done!”

Grandfather laughed heartily.

“Did they get quite surprised when you entered the nobility council?”

“They thought I came to see you, Grandfather.”

I answered with a shrug of my shoulders.

“Really? So what did you tell them?”

“I said I was the acting head of Lombardi.”

“Kahaha! They must have been very surprised!”

“Yes, I’m grateful no one collapsed from a heart attack.”

At my words, Grandfather burst into even greater laughter.

And he asked me in a subtle voice.

“So how was it? Living a day as the acting head of Lombardi.”

“Perfect. It suits me.”

I answered without hiding the smile that naturally bloomed from within.

“Please make me the family head, Grandfather.”

Though I spoke lightly, Grandfather knows that my sincerity was contained within those words.

Grandfather’s brown eyes were looking at me intently as if he understood everything.

After looking at me silently for several seconds, Grandfather opened his mouth.

“Our Tia says so. What does everyone think?”

At Grandfather’s question, the retainers filling the meeting room, who had been listening to what seemed like a joke between grandfather and granddaughter, all looked at me in unison.

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