In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 61

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head Episode 61

His back, blocking my path as if to protect me from anything, was exceptionally broad and unwavering.

“Ha!”

Astana glared at Peres as if he couldn’t believe it.

“You… dare point a sword at me?”

Forgetting about the sword in his own hand, Astana spoke through gritted teeth in rage.

I pretended to look at Father while discreetly assessing the situation behind me.

Grandfather had half-risen from his seat, glaring at Astana as if he wanted to burn him alive, and Father’s face had turned pale as he tried to rush over to save me.

However, Father was stopped by a hand grabbing his arm.

It was Emperor Yobanes.

“Your Majesty?”

Father called out in surprise, but the Emperor didn’t look at him.

He was watching his two sons facing each other with swords drawn, his face showing nothing but interest.

Seeing the Emperor’s reaction, the guards who had been about to step forward retreated again.

This only excited Astana more.

He seemed to think the Emperor had set the stage for him to crush Peres with imperial backing.

The tip of the sword still aimed at me wavered like his grinning face.

“What are you going to do? Getting cocky because of today’s events? Know your pla…”

Astana, who had been mocking Peres, stopped mid-sentence and looked back and forth between me and Peres.

“Ah, do you feel some kinship because you both have lowborn mothers?”

Two insults at once.

Truly befitting the scoundrel Astana.

“Are you Half-Baked trying to stick together?”

“Crown Prince!”

Finally unable to contain himself, Father exploded in anger.

But Astana, who glanced at Father, only confirmed that the Emperor was still silently standing by, and continued his mockery.

“How dare you point a sword at me, the Empire’s only legitimate heir?”

Astana said this while swinging his sword in a wide arc.

He must have thought he would naturally win.

Peres had been quite small when they were young, and the time he’d spent formally learning swordsmanship was incomparably longer.

The sword, weighted with all his strength and body weight, came crashing down toward me and Peres.

No, the sword tip was still clearly aimed at me, standing behind Peres.

I didn’t step back and stared straight at Astana.

“What, what?”

Just to see that exact expression.

Thunk.

The upper part of the sword Astana had confidently swung was cleanly cut off and fell to the floor.

It was a very clean cut.

“This is now…”

Astana stared blankly at his sword, cut cleanly in half, unable to speak for a long moment.

Then he screamed at Peres.

“You, you bastard! What cowardly trick did you use!”

“Step back.”

“What cowardly trick did you use!”

Peres’s cold voice only added fuel to the fire, and Astana completely lost his reason.

Look at that madman.

“Aaaah!”

The veins bulging in his neck as he screamed in frustration, then looked around frantically.

“Your Highness! You mustn’t!”

“Give it to me!”

The guard, unable to completely block the prince’s hand while struggling helplessly, eventually had his sword taken by Astana.

Shouldn’t he stop this?

The guard looked at the Emperor with such eyes, but received no particular orders.

Unable to restrain the prince’s body without permission, the guard could only watch as his sword ended up in Astana’s hands.

“Uaaaah!”

Now Astana swung the guard’s sword while even letting out battle cries.

The golden blade characteristic of the Imperial Knights flashed.

But.

Thunk.

The result was the same as before.

The sword, cut in half, fell onto the carpet.

Now Astana couldn’t say anything.

He breathed heavily and stared blankly at the severed sword.

“How, how…”

Then, Peres’s sword moved smoothly.

It was a fluid motion like flowing water.

“If you don’t want to die, I told you to step back.”

Whoosh.

With a low resonant sound, blue light rippled along Peres’s sword.

“Gasp!”

“Oh, aura!”

The guard immediately recognized the identity of that blue light and was shocked.

There had never been a swordsman who could emit aura at thirteen years old.

Especially such a vivid blue light.

“Im, impossible…”

Astana was now rubbing his own eyes.

“How, how can someone like you… have aura…”

Him too, and Belesack as well.

Can’t they give up that phrase “someone like you”?

Even after seeing his sword cut like tofu twice, he still says “someone like you.”

“Take it back.”

The tip of Peres’s sword, rippling with blue aura, pointed toward Astana.

“Take back calling me Half-Baked.”

Unlike Astana’s sword that had been constantly wavering, this was different.

Peres’s sword, without even an inch of trembling, was threatening as if it would pierce through Astana at any moment.

“As if I would apologize to someone like y…”

“Not me.”

Peres pushed his sword closer to Astana’s neck as he spoke.

Huh? Me?

I looked at Peres in surprise, having naturally assumed he was talking about being called Half-Baked himself.

Peres’s red eyes had darkened ominously.

His eyes, smooth and sharp like a blade, glared at Astana with burning intensity.

He was truly that enraged about me being called Half-Baked.

“Enough.”

It was the Emperor.

“Lower your sword.”

But Peres was still pointing at Astana.

He showed no intention of lowering his sword.

I discreetly poked Peres in the ribs where others couldn’t see.

If you defy the Emperor’s words and get on his bad side, it becomes troublesome!

Fortunately, Peres slowly lowered his sword.

Then Astana suddenly shouted.

“It must be sorcery!”

He pointed his finger at Peres and spoke to the Emperor as if indignant.

“Otherwise, how could he!”

“You stop too, Astana.”

The Emperor said with a frown.

“But Your Majesty! That bastard pointed his sword at me! At me!”

“The Crown Prince was the first to act violently toward my granddaughter.”

Grandfather cut off Astana’s words.

“Th-that was…”

“The Second Prince is only guilty of protecting my granddaughter from the Crown Prince who drew his sword without warning.”

Astana looked at the Emperor as if seeking help, but Yobanes seemed to have no intention of doing so.

He had become a perfect bystander, merely watching the situation.

“Apologize.”

Even at Grandfather’s words, Astana just stood there fuming.

Seeing his complete lack of remorse, Grandfather spoke to the Emperor.

“The Crown Prince still seems very angry, so it would be best for him to cool his head alone.”

“That would be good.”

Yobanes, who immediately agreed with Grandfather’s words, gestured to the guards.

“Let go of me! Argh! I said let go!”

Even as the guards grabbed both his arms and dragged him away, Astana struggled.

Disgraceful, so disgraceful.

I clicked my tongue watching that sight.

After Astana was dragged outside, the room finally became quiet.

“Are you okay?”

Peres asked me.

“Yeah. I’m fine…”

I was about to answer carelessly when I remembered where I was right now.

Sure enough.

The Emperor was watching us.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

After politely bowing to Peres, I immediately turned around.

But the Emperor’s strange gaze wouldn’t leave me.

Ah, why is he acting like that, making me nervous.

I walked with as nonchalant an expression as possible, keeping my face blank.

“Tia! Are you hurt anywhere?”

Father strode over, knelt on one knee, lowered himself and hugged me tightly as he asked.

“I’m not hurt. Oh, but…”

I remembered the dress hem that Astana had torn and looked down.

“Oh my… Our Tia’s carefully made dress is torn.”

How strong is that idiot anyway.

The silk I thought was simply torn was completely ripped beyond repair.

I should have whispered to Peres earlier to just stab him.

If I had said that, he probably would have stabbed without a moment’s hesitation, if it was Peres.

Somehow it seemed like he would have.

“I apologize on behalf of Astana’s rudeness.”

Emperor Yobanes spoke, unusually.

“And Peres.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Well done. A man should know how to stand up for women.”

“…”

Peres seemed unable to find words to respond.

He just looked at me briefly and nodded slightly.

“But I was also surprised inside. I didn’t expect you, who is indifferent to everything, to rush in like that…”

Yobanes spoke to Peres as if finding it interesting.

“The Crown Prince dared to draw his sword in Your Majesty’s presence, so that must be why.”

Grandfather sensibly intercepted the conversation.

Grandfather was the only one who knew that Peres and I were acquainted and had maintained a friendship all this time.

“Hmm. Is that so…”

The Emperor seemed to have completely forgotten about Astana now, returning to his usual carefree expression.

It was completely different from Father, who was still holding me tightly with worry.

“But it is the first time I’ve seen Peres show such behavior…”

“Please don’t attach too much meaning to it, Your Majesty.”

“Yes, that sounds good. How about an engagement, Gallahan?”

Father’s hand that was gently patting my back stopped abruptly.

“What do you mean by that, Your Majesty?”

“Since your daughter and Peres happen to be of similar age, how about taking her as his betrothed? Looking at their personalities, they seem to get along quite well.”

No, which part exactly?

I was dumbfounded.

It seemed Grandfather and Father felt the same way.

The only one whose eyes sparkled at the Emperor’s words was Peres.

“…It would be best to leave it at that for today.”

Grandfather spoke with a stiffly hardened expression.

His twitching lips suggested he was very displeased.

“Let’s go, Gallahan.”

“…Yes, Father.”

Father also responded and rose from his kneeling position.

Wobble.

Father’s body swayed.

“Dad?”

I grabbed Father’s hand as he leaned to one side.

“Gallahan? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, no. I think one of my legs fell asleep…”

“Gallahan!”

Grandfather shouted loudly.

But Father’s body began to collapse to one side again.

Thud, bang!

A loud sound with his full weight echoed on the floor.

“Uh…”

Father also seemed unable to understand this situation, sitting on the floor with a bewildered face.

“What’s happening?”

Grandfather asked.

“I don’t know. Why is my right leg like this…”

Father’s hand kept massaging his right leg.

“Should we call a physician?”

Yobanes also approached and asked casually.

While everyone was puzzled and bewildered, I gritted my teeth.

It had finally begun.

A disease that gradually stops obeying one side of the body first, then spreads rapidly until eventually all motor functions are lost.

A disease where paralysis eventually reaches the chest, making it increasingly difficult to breathe, leading to an agonizing death.

Tlenbroo, the disease that killed Father, had manifested.

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