Mawanga’s Secret Real Estate 92

Chapter 92 – Chapter 7 – The Red Tarantula

“Klaus.”

The carriage door opens, and the face of the Earl of Fremont creeps in.

It is surprising that commoners are riding in wagons that only nobles can ride.
The commoner nodded his head in greeting, but had no intention of getting up from his seat.

Even if I dragged her out of the spot right away and beat her to death, there would be nothing to say.
Those who accompanied the Count reacted that relatively young people were astounding.
The person in charge, the Earl of Fremont, just laughed.

“Earl of Fremont. Oh, I don’t even have Danelle, so should I just call you Count?”
“Well? No, no, no!! You don’t have to. He just treats you like he always does. It’s the count’s ‘Nim’. Ouch, just imagining it is so disgusting that it gives me goosebumps!”

The Count of Fremont’s reaction surprised the attendants once more.

The Earl of Fremont is not a pro-plebeian aristocrat, but rather a defender of the privileges of the aristocrats.
Of course, even though that man was not showing any of the courtesy that a commoner should show to an aristocrat.
Rather than being angry, isn’t he treating people with a kind smile!

While the attendants were perplexed, they decided to do their duty.
When asked if he was heading towards his lodgings, the Earl of Fremont was about to reflexively say yes.

Ah the Count! And let out a sigh, saying nonsense! He shouted.
Then he asked a question to Klaus, who was sitting across from him.
Where the hell is the inn with those thunder-naked cubs?

“It’s a pony inn.”
“Did you hear! Go to the pony inn right away. And tell the guards to never meddle in my business! Do you understand!”
“Eh, yes! Your Excellency Count!”

Even in an unacceptable situation, the attendants quickly found their jobs.
Close the wagon door, search the pony inn, re-enter the guards, and drive the wagon.
The attendants are said to be responsible for cleaning up the excrement of nobles, but in fact, all of them are professionals.
You have to have good eyesight, have a good head, and you need extreme patience.
Needless to say, the work ability must be excellent.

There is even a saying that the family can be judged by the level of the attendants.
Judging from those words, the Count of Fremont could be said to have passed the Klaus standard.

Kik-, rattle!

Finally, the carriage started to move, leaving Count Fremont and Klaus inside.
It’s not too far to the pony inn.
It’s so close that your nose could touch it if you fell face down.
Even so, the Earl of Fremont felt that moment too long.

‘I’m going to go crazy.’

The man sitting in front of me, former Confederate Commander Klaus.
Although he is a war hero, he is flat and he is an aristocrat.
It is also a fairly powerful family that is not a baron or a viscount, but stays on the count.

It is Klaus who calls himself Earl of Fremont.
It’s not that I don’t understand the part where the attendants give me a puzzled look.
But the Earl of Fremont had reasons to do so.

‘A idiot, a idiot. Why did you make a bet then!’

There is an incident where Klaus was summoned from the kingdom, stripped of his command, and placed in a noble commander.
And right after that, the aristocrat suffered a ridiculous defeat.
Thanks to this, the Confederate Army, which Klaus had built so far, evaporated completely.
The southern part of the country, which had endured for nearly 6 years, was literally devastated, and humans became a lamp in front of the wind.

In that situation, the Earl of Fremont despaired.
Now, those terrifying demons shuddered that they would cut off their heads and carry them through spears.

However, a nobleman who was familiar with him to some extent had a very calm expression.
He was the Marquis of Kienmeyer, and Count Fremont said looking at him.
How can you be so calm in a situation where humans are perishing and everyone is on the verge of dying?
Then, the Count still cannot forget the answer given by the Marquis of Kienmeyer.

– He doesn’t die. Didn’t Klaus go down to Southern Command again? –

The Earl of Fremont was dumbfounded the moment he heard that.
And even now, when I think of that time, I still feel astonished.
It was the demon army that destroyed both the fairy army and the beast warriors.

Against those strong soldiers, even against a large force of over 30,000, there were only a thousand people.
The damned aristocratic commander left behind only a thousand Confederates, and that was the last force Klaus could command.

I was stunned, only laughter came out.
He knew that the Marquis of Kienmeyer was hanging out with a commoner named Klaus.
No matter how good a commander he is in battle, what can he do without soldiers?
A battle between a thousand and over 30,000 people.
Even the side with a small number suffered a crushing defeat just before, and the side with a large number won a record-breaking victory.

The complete destruction of the Confederates and Klaus’s warriors seemed certain to anyone.
Even so, the Marquis of Kienmeyer only responded that Klaus had no choice but to win.

So the Earl of Fremont had just shouted out with a tossing word.
Really, if that commoner commander named Klaus wins, I will serve him as my older brother for the rest of my life.
As an aristocrat, as a count, to have a commoner as an older brother was absolutely absurd.
Nevertheless, the Earl of Fremont even swore to do so.
He was never going to win, so I thought that would never happen.

– Nice. Then I will be your witness. And the Count will soon have an older brother. –

I hoped. I was wondering, what is this?
That rumor has become a reality.

‘Monster.’

Looking at Klaus, Earl Fremont thought so.
With just over 1,000 men, they defeated over 30,000 demon soldiers.
It was a great victory that only suffered dozens of damage.

Thanks to this, Count Fremont has been able to take Klaus as his older brother.
I wanted to say that it was a joke or that I didn’t mean it, but the Marquis of Kienmeyer overheard it.

He pressed the Count to fulfill his oath, half jokingly and half sincerely.
The moment when the Earl of Fremont, who had come to serve a commoner as his older brother, was at a loss for what to do.
Klaus, who was still in command at the time, had said:

“Let’s just be close friends instead of hyung-nim. I’ll call you by omitting the title of Nimja.”
“Uh, huh?”
“Suddenly, I remembered that time.”

At Klaus’s words, Earl Fremont smiled and nodded.
As he said, it ended with Klaus treating him comfortably instead of serving him as his older brother.

“If you feel uncomfortable, tell me now. I don’t even have Darnell, but to be honest, it’s okay to skip that oath.”

At that, he even waved his hand, saying that it was not the Earl of Fremont.
It wasn’t just that there was something difficult about Klaus.

‘A scary guy. What a scary guy!’

Just before, and now. Klaus dared to call the Marquis of Kienmeyer ‘Danell’.
A great noble among great nobles, whom even the king would consider calling out by his real name was rude.
They didn’t add a last name, just calling them by their next-door neighbor’s name.

What does that mean now Isn’t it obvious
It is to show once again the close relationship between the Marquis of Kienmeyer and himself.
Even though he resigned from the military, my friend is still the elite of the aristocratic world.
It means that every time you make a mistake, one painful thing arises.

“Oh no! No! I am grateful that you shortened my oath so much. And never mind this is purely the respect I show you. Don’t care what others see! You can call me whatever you want!”

At the Count’s reply, Klaus smiled and said thank you.

Actually, that smile was strangely twisted as if to say ‘Yes, I knew it’.

‘Damn, Damn, Damn!’

I came to see my children, but what the hell is this?
The Earl of Fremont had his teeth gnashed.

If things now go to the ears of the Marquis of Kienmeyer.
It was clear that something terrible was about to happen.
Is that all? As time passed, it could be an opportunity for the surviving soldiers who were hit and run to gather at once.
Even if they touch them, they will never touch the great hero, their commander, Klaus.
Thanks to him, a bright young nobleman who survived and grew up with a full meal could really stand up for not knowing him and causing trouble.

‘These damn bastards. I’m going to kill them by drowning them in the poop!’

His anger was soon directed at the two sons of nobles who had made the situation this way.
There is only one reason why the sons of nobles are gathered in such a remote place.
In order to somehow get into the Continental Academy whenever the opportunity arises.

Because there was no compulsion, there were cadets who sometimes left the academy.
Due to unavoidable circumstances, or in the form of not being able to withstand internal fights and falling apart.
There will be guys everywhere in this city who are aiming for such an empty spot.

But if you really want to enter the Continental Academy.
Shouldn’t you know what kind of scary people lurk inside?
A little thought made it clear that the situation was strange.

Not a week, not a month, but five years have passed since the end of the war.
In the meantime, could the posture of the survivors still be stiff?
Less than a year later, the aristocrats fired all of them because they were unlucky?
In such a situation, if there was someone who started a fight even though it was clear that he was an aristocrat, it would mean that he was aiming for something, and that he had a trustworthy supporter.

Even the Continental Academy is a few hours’ drive away.
There are wagons coming from the academy, so some great person might be riding in them.
Think about the number of different cases, and at least accurately identify who your opponent is.
It is said that it is not good to do something only after it is confirmed that it is safe!

People who have had a lot of social life might notice it, but it would be too much for youngsters.
They would have just drunk on their privileges and yelled at this guy and that guy to drag them all away.
And then, boasting about being a noble, he would even try to do something he shouldn’t have done.

“Hey, Klaus.”
“Yes, Count Fremont.”
“What the hell happened to the guards?”
“As you have heard, I have been disrespectful to nobles.”
“Okay… You can’t do that. You know that. A commoner must not disrespect a nobleman. It’s the same no matter what you say.”
“I know. I was just talking to myself. But maybe he waited for someone like that to come out, so he jumped right in and grabbed me by the collar.”
“Until the neck?!”

It was the Earl of Fremont, with shaky legs.
If the Marquis of Kienmeyer had been in this position, he would have declared a land war right away.
He said that daring to stab his friend with his hand was no different from insulting himself.
He said that since he had officially challenged the family of the Marquis of Kienmeyer, he would be treated appropriately.

“Because what they did…”

Just as the Earl of Fremont was about to ask the whole story.
The carriage slowly slowed down and then came to a halt.

“Your Excellency Count! We have arrived at the place you mentioned called the Pony Inn!”

At that, Count Fremont grabbed the carriage door, and Klaus prepared to get off after him.
Then he smiled and said:

“I just arrived, so let’s go in and see for ourselves. What kind of work did those sons of aristocrats have to do in order to come to an inn where most of the commoners were, and even listen to me talking to themselves?”