In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 219

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head Episode 219

Belesack struggled desperately.

It was a movement trying somehow to shake off the person who had climbed onto his back.

“Tch! How annoying!”

Olka Baraport spat out a curse quietly and corrected his disheveled posture.

Then an even stronger force than before strangled his neck.

Belesack reached back trying to grab Olka Baraport, but he couldn’t overcome a knight’s strength.

Now that his neck was being strangled from behind, it was even more hopeless.

“Urgh!”

A choking sound flowed from Belesack’s wide-open mouth.

His head, filled with rushing blood, felt like it would burst.

I don’t want to die like this!

Belesack tried somehow to tear away the rope wrapped around his neck.

Several wounds appeared with red blood flowing, but the tough rope didn’t budge at all.

Red blood burst in the whites of Belesack’s eyes.

I don’t want to die! Save me!

Belesack wanted to cry out.

“Kheuk! Kek!”

But he couldn’t even let out a death scream.

“It’s the decision you made. Don’t regret it.”

Pirenthia’s words echoed in Belesack’s head as his consciousness grew distant.

“Just die quickly, will you.”

He could hear Olka Baraport muttering impatiently.

Perhaps even he was running out of strength now.

Belesack tried to move his body greatly once more.

But it was already too late.

Contrary to his will, Belesack’s movements gradually subsided.

The arms and legs he wanted to swing with all his might only trembled finely.

He could no longer see ahead.

The terrible feeling of the rope digging into his neck also gradually became unfelt.

He was dying.

Belesack wet himself at that terrible realization.

Please, someone save me.

While screaming soundlessly.

That’s when it happened.

Bang!

A loud sound came through his hearing, the only remaining sense.

And.

“Kek! Cough, cough! Kheuk!”

The force strangling his neck disappeared in an instant.

Belesack instinctively curled his body to the side and desperately gasped for air.

“Cough! Khuh, kek!”

In the pain with tears streaming down, Belesack trembled with relief that he had ‘survived.’

“Uhheoh…”

Even while making inhuman sounds with his eyes tightly shut, each breath he drew was so precious.

And an intense pain that made his eyes snap open struck his face.

Slap!

“How long are you going to lie there? Get up and move.”

“Ugh, who…”

Belesack raised his blurry eyes to look up at the person who had slapped his cheek.

However, all he could make out was a pair of red eyes.

“…Should I just say he died.”

When a low voice muttered, someone beside him stopped him.

“Hey now, Your Highness. Don’t do that, let’s go quickly. They’ll be waiting.”

Belesack quickly rubbed his eyes.

Then his vision, which had been blurry as if fogged, became clear.

“Ah…”

The door was torn open as if broken, and Olka Baraport lay collapsed on the floor unconscious.

He could see three people, including Lignite Ruman known as the Second Prince’s closest aide, searching through Olka Baraport’s belongings.

“Well, look at this?”

“Hey, Lombardi, your suicide note is here.”

Tedro smiled as he pulled out a piece of paper from Olka Baraport’s belongings and showed it to Belesack.

[…Repenting the sin of daring to attempt to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor… Crown Prince is merely a victim caught up in this incident… With my life at least, for the unforgivable sin I committed…]

A chill ran down Belesack’s spine.

“Why? Because it’s exactly the same as your handwriting?”

Steeli asked with a knowing sneer.

“Wouldn’t there be someone around the Empress capable of copying handwriting to write a suicide note?”

“Completely lost his mind, completely lost it.”

Lignite clicked his tongue at Belesack, who was staring blankly at the suicide note with his name written on it.

“Get up.”

Then Peres approached, grabbed Belesack by the collar, and lifted his body up.

Even lifting a large adult man with one hand, it was a light movement as if lifting a teacup, without any strain at all.

Belesack’s body swayed once from that rough handling.

However, there was no one here to sympathize with him.

“Go ahead, Your Highness. I’ll be interrogating this guy!”

Lignite Ruman said while stepping on the chest of Olka Baraport, who lay unconscious and limp.

“Follow me.”

Peres said that and took the lead.

Belesack couldn’t even ask ‘where are we going’ and hunched his shoulders as he followed behind.

Outside the knight’s building, a carriage was waiting.

But Peres opened not the passenger compartment door, but the cargo compartment door.

“Get in.”

“But this is the cargo compartment…”

Before Belesack could finish speaking.

Peres grabbed Belesack’s collar once more and threw him into the cargo compartment.

Thud!

“Ugh!”

Belesack clutched his bumped head in pain, but there was no change in Peres’s expression.

“Cargo belongs in the cargo compartment.”

Saying that, he simply slammed the cargo compartment door shut.

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Early morning, a small villa located at the edge of Lombardy territory.

“Ah, Belesack!”

“Mother!”

The carriage carrying Peres arrived, and an emotional reunion between mother and son took place between Belesack and Ceral.

However.

“Why is he getting out of the luggage compartment?”

At my question, Peres shrugged his shoulders and answered.

“…Who knows.”

It certainly wouldn’t have been by his own choice.

But since it didn’t matter where Belesack had ridden, I turned my gaze toward Ceral and Belesack.

“Good heavens, these marks…!”

Ceral was horrified to see the dark red marks on Belesack’s neck.

“L-Lord Olka Baraport invaded and grabbed my neck….”

Belesack didn’t need to explain any further.

Ceral, who had figured out what had happened, silently looked at the terrible marks on her son’s neck before turning her head toward me.

“You must have known well what kind of person the Empress is. You’re not surprised, are you?”

At my words, Ceral shook her head with a pained expression.

“I knew. I knew what kind of person my cousin sister was, but I was afraid. I was afraid….”

Ceral muttered to herself with a voice full of regret.

She looked extremely exhausted.

Ceral took a few steps toward me and said.

“Thank you. No, thank you, Deputy Lord.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for.”

I said while glancing at the old villa where the mother and son would live from now on.

“I only helped because it would be more beneficial for me if Belesack lived rather than died at the Empress’s hands.”

Ceral looked at me with eyes filled with mixed emotions.

Then she took out a letter from her bosom and held it out to me.

It was a purple letter.

“This is it.”

I took it and immediately handed it over to Peres.

It would become a weapon that would shine brighter in Peres’s hands than mine.

“Belesack.”

Instead, I called out to Belesack, who was standing behind Ceral with hunched shoulders.

“From now on, you and your aunt will live here as if you were dead.”

“H-here?”

Belesack looked around the villa with hopeless eyes.

It was a building where traces of time remained intact on the crimson brick walls.

Is he still not coming to his senses until the very end?

“What, do you think it’s insufficient?”

“It’s not that….”

I walked toward Belesack.

“Don’t be mistaken. Although you and we share the same surname, you with your lowly mixed blood can never become a member of the clan.”

The words Belesack had said while slapping my cheek in my previous life echoed in my ears.

The contemptuous gaze as if looking at something filthy was also vivid.

Anger surged to the top of my head as if it had just happened.

“You can just live as a servant that we order around, just like now.”

But the Belesack standing before me now was far from that figure who had spat at my feet.

Still stupid and dull, but the guy was terrified.

With his face a mess from burst blood vessels and reeking of urine.

“You called me Half-Baked.”

At my low murmur, Belesack’s complexion turned pale.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know anything back then! I’m sorry, Deputy Lord!”

Belesack fell to his knees with a thud.

I looked down at such a Belesack and said.

“With one word from that Half-Baked, you’ll lose everything, Belesack.”

“P-please forgive me….”

The anger slowly subsided.

It wasn’t hollow.

Because it was one of the fruits borne from the efforts I had built up again since my regression.

My foolish cousin who was simply dull, lazy, and endlessly demonic toward the weak.

I slowly opened my mouth toward Belesack.

“I’ll send enough money in your name each month to survive. But that’s all you can get with your precious ‘bloodline.'”

I clicked my tongue low and said.

“Live as if you’re dead. If you don’t want to lose even that when your name reaches my ears again.”

After glaring at Belesack one last time, I got into the carriage that Peres had come in.

Peres immediately followed behind me.

As the carriage moved, I thought I glimpsed Belesack still kneeling outside the window, but I didn’t look back.

Silence continued to flow inside the carriage.

“If we interrogate the guard who tried to kill Belesack, we should be able to find out something.”

When the Lombardi Estate began to come into view, Peres said to me.

“But why do you look so pale, Peres?”

At my question, Peres closed his mouth as if pondering something.

I looked at him and asked.

“You also feel something’s strange, don’t you?”

I keep getting an uneasy feeling.

It was the feeling that the Empress had another hidden move.

And when I got out of the carriage, I was able to identify what that uneasiness was.

“Young Lady! Lady Tia!”

As soon as the carriage door opened, Loril came running frantically and shouted.

“The Imperial Guards raided Pellet Trading Company and your brother’s manor!”

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