In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 300

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head

Side Story Episode 42

Chapter. 3.

The Story of Shan and Gallahan

Shan slowly opened her eyes.

A tear rolled down her wet eyelashes.

“Ah….”

A dazed sigh escaped in the room where warm sunlight seeped through.

Shan, who had been looking up at the familiar ceiling, soon scrunched up her face.

“Ah, that dream again.”

Her hand wiping away tears as she muttered was full of irritation.

“If you’re going to remember, at least remember properly.”

Grumbling, she got up from bed and familiarly rummaged through the drawer to pull out a notebook.

She wrote today’s date at the very top, and below it, she wrote down the contents of the dream she remembered.

It was a daily morning routine she repeated ever since her ability to have prophetic dreams manifested.

Normally, she would have spent a long time writing down the dream’s contents, but today Shan only scribbled a few short words below the date.

Pirenthia, Lombardi, and the green-eyed man.

After writing that far, the roughly moving quill pen hesitated.

And she carefully added one more word.

Pirenthia, Lombardi, and the green-eyed man, – handsome.

Looking down at it with satisfied eyes was only momentary.

Shan put down the quill pen and irritably ruffled her hair while muttering.

“Ugh…. I feel like there was something more!”

Her ability was excellent.

She always saw accurate and detailed futures through dreams, and it had never been wrong even once.

But very occasionally, there were times when she had dreams like this where her mind was cleanly wiped except for a few words.

“Strangely, I’ve been having them more often since last year’s coming-of-age ceremony.”

Shan glared at the letters she had scribbled with narrowed eyes.

“What the heck is this that keeps appearing in my dreams?”

Pirenthia, Lombardi.

They seemed like names.

“No matter how much I search the village, there are no such names.”

That was the problem.

The dreams Shan had were always related to the village people.

But these ambiguous dreams that always left her feeling unsettled seemed to have nothing to do with the village no matter how much she thought about it.

And there was one more reason why she was so certain of that.

“There’s no man that handsome in this village.”

Unlike the other dream contents that disappeared leaving only pale afterimages, only the face of that green-eyed man who looked somewhat sad remained vivid.

“Ah, I don’t know. I’ll remember properly when the time comes.”

If there was something Shan, who had naturally started seeing future events as she grew up, believed like a creed, it was that ‘what will happen will definitely happen.’

And fate always guided her through dreams when the time came.

“Stretch.”

Shan stretched fully, then simply washed herself with water she had fetched the night before and changed clothes.

Then she opened the door and peeked her head out to check outside.

A mischievous smile crossed Shan’s face as she confirmed the quiet living room.

“She’s gone out.”

Shan’s mother, Soura, was the chief of the Chara Tribe.

In other words, she was extremely busy with public and private affairs.

Soura was a strict chief, but she was an even stricter mother.

However, no matter how much she could sit in one place and see through everything, she couldn’t monitor her unruly daughter all day long.

Shan cheerfully snuck out of the house.

The Chara Tribe, located in the middle of the Southern Forests and living cut off from the outside world, valued living in harmony with nature.

So they never carelessly cut down even a single tree, and didn’t hunt unless absolutely necessary.

And Shan loved the peace of such a Chara Tribe.

“Hello, Shan!”

“Good morning!”

The tribe members who were scattered around the forest picking tree fruits from early morning greeted her warmly when they saw her.

“Are you going to that place again today?”

“Yes! Please keep it secret from Mother, auntie!”

Helpless laughter followed behind Shan, who was walking with bouncing steps in a good mood.

The place she headed to was a small house on the outskirts of the village.

Originally where Newbo Grandmother, who was the village’s eldest, used to live, it had been an empty house for several years after the grandmother passed away.

Until an outsider who appeared one day moved in after receiving Soura’s permission with difficulty.

Reaching the front of the old house, Shan familiarly knocked on the door.

Knock knock.

“Teacher Abane, may I come in?”

“Is that Shan? Please come in!”

The owner of the voice that quickly welcomed her was Abane Rofili, someone who had suddenly appeared at the village entrance about two years ago.

Introducing herself as a scholar, she had asked for permission to research the Chara Tribe and publish it as a book.

All the villagers thought Soura would flatly reject that request and chase the outsider out of the jungle.

But Soura accepted the outsider into the village after pondering for several days.

However, no one rebelled against or questioned such a decision by the chief.

They simply thought that Soura must have seen something that others couldn’t see.

“Thank you for keeping your promise again today, Shan.”

Abane Rofili said as she placed a teacup in front of Shan.

The red tea, which had a completely different color from what the Chara Tribe drank, was one of the few precious things Abane Rofili had brought in from outside.

“I enjoy talking with Teacher Abane. There’s nothing difficult about visiting a friend.”

“…Shan.”

Although they had accepted her according to the chief’s decision, the Chara Tribe people feared Abane who came from outside the village.

It was Shan who had approached such a person first.

And since then, Shan had been the greatest contributor helping with Abane’s research.

“Where did we leave off yesterday?”

Shan asked after taking a sip of tea.

“We briefly shared a story about those ‘prophetic dreams’ you see.”

“Ah, right. That’s right. What are you more curious about, Teacher Abane?”

“If it’s alright….”

Abane Rofili, who glanced once at Shan’s clear eyes, carefully continued.

“Could you also tell me about the contents of the dreams? Like the most memorable prophetic dream, or even a recent dream you had.”

“Well, it’s not difficult….”

Shan rarely frowned.

“Actually, I’ve been having rather annoying prophetic dreams lately. No, they’re so ambiguous I can’t even call them dreams.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It seems like I’m repeatedly seeing similar futures, but when I wake up, I can’t remember the contents well. As if someone deliberately erased them. I can only remember a few important words at most?”

“I heard that Shan’s abilities are particularly powerful even among the tribe members. So having such faint prophetic dreams isn’t common, is it?”

“Yes. Usually the future is set. Very precisely.”

“Hmm.”

Abane Rofili, who had been listening to Shan’s story, wrote something down in her notebook.

“I heard that Shan once prevented a great flood from hitting the village. Is that correct?”

“Yes. What I mentioned earlier about the predetermined future is exactly like that. But that dream…”

“Could it be that it wasn’t a prophetic dream, but just a regular dream? I often can’t remember my dreams well when I wake up either.”

“Mm, no.”

Shan said firmly.

“Regular dreams and prophetic dreams are different. Prophetic dreams are like… looking into a pond.”

“Into a pond…”

After that, the two continued their conversation several more times until their teacups were empty.

And at the end, Abane Rofili closed her notebook.

“Is it my turn now?”

Exchanging questions with each other was the agreement between Shan and Abane.

Unlike Abane Rofili, who poured out detailed questions for research, Shan simply asked one or two things she had been curious about.

Shan pondered for a moment with a “hmm” before speaking.

“You said there’s something called a class system outside. Especially that nobles have great power. Ah, and you also said there are royals who have more power than them.”

“That’s right.”

“Then do the royals have everything?”

“Not exactly.”

At Abane’s answer, Shan tilted her head.

“But you said nobles have to follow the royals’ orders.”

“That’s right. In reality, most nobles must absolutely obey the Imperial Court’s commands. But there’s exactly one family that’s an exception.”

Abane Rofili held up one finger as she spoke.

“That’s the Lombardi Family.”

“Uh… Lombardi?”

It was familiar.

At the same time, Shan’s heart began to pound.

She had finally found a clue to that dream.

“It’s a family that created the Lambru Empire and boasts tremendous power. Even the Emperor can’t treat them carelessly.”

“Why is that?”

“Mm. There was supposedly a pact between Lombardi and the Imperial family. When the Empire was founded, it was Lombardi who placed someone from the Durelli Family on the throne as Emperor.”

“I see…”

“And in the first place, the Empire can’t function without Lombardi. It’s difficult to explain everything one by one, but that’s how it is.”

“Then is there someone named ‘Pirenthia’ in that Lombardi Family?”

“Pirenthia? Well. I don’t know the names of all Lombardi family members… Why do you ask?”

“In that dream I mentioned earlier, someone called Pirenthia Lombardi keeps appearing.”

“…You had a prophetic dream about Lombardi?”

At the flustered Abane Rofili’s question, Shan nodded with a smile.

But that was only for a moment.

Shan, who gauged the time by the sun outside the window, hurriedly finished her tea and stood up.

“I’ll bring my diary next time and tell you the detailed story. I think I need to go now.”

“Ah, time has passed so quickly already. Then I’ll see you next time, Shan.”

The way home was frantic.

She had delayed longer than usual, startled by the word Lombardi.

“Huff, oh my, haa.”

Shan, who had run until she was breathless to her chin, quieted her footsteps when she arrived near her house.

And very carefully turned the door handle.

Fortunately, the house seemed empty just as it had been when she left.

“Haa, thank goodness.”

Now she just needed to quickly return to her room…

“You went to that scholar’s residence again.”

Shan’s shoulders flinched greatly.

When she slowly turned around, Soura was glaring at Shan, thoroughly angry.

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