Chapter 50 – Choose to Do It or Not
A warm room with sunlight.
A girl with a cold atmosphere in contrast to that room. Clarir.
Straight, fine black hair that reached her waist. And a breathtakingly beautiful face to match.
Its beauty is like ice, combined with anguished expression, creating an atmosphere that is difficult to approach wrongly.
“Haaa…”
With a cold impression, as if she had no worries in the world, she let out a big sigh as if the world was about to leave.
It was only because of one man.
Stranger Dre.
At first, I thought it was just a stranger.
It was unexpected that he beat Ulysse, but the stranger’s perk was strong, so I thought that if I was lucky, I might win.
However, seeing him in person, rumors were rather lacking.
‘Destruction Dragon Frostia.’
A living legend and misfortune whose name is even mentioned in ancient literature.
Even the teenage hero, the starting point of the teenage family, was reluctant to fight the dragon.
No, it was a fairy tale, but even the gods avoided the battle with Frostia.
No matter how imperfectly it descended, Dre single-handedly stopped such an existence.
30%.
Even if the heads of teenage families came forward and used artifacts passed down from ancient times, would they have been able to stop the dragon of destruction?
At least. As Frostia said, it is highly likely that it would have been difficult with three families.
‘Frostia said that Dre’s strength is not a perk…’
She didn’t really ask, but perhaps because she hated being looked down upon by humans, Frostia talked endlessly about Dre.
I can of course seal the perks of the strangers, or if the number of artifacts left by your ancestors is of course small, or if my own advent progress rate is only 30%, so I wasn’t strong enough, or if it was a perfect advent, I would have won. Saying that, etc…
However, he acknowledged Dre’s combat prowess for that purpose.
His unreasonable offensive and defensive power is not a perk, it’s probably his own.
‘Is that possible?’
As far as Clair knew, Dre’s level must not have reached 30 yet.
It is still at a low level.
In fact, the specifications and equipment were shabby to match.
There are almost no means of attack on a gigantic scale unique to the stranger.
Even so, it had offensive power capable of slashing the highest ranking beings and incomprehensible invincible defense technology.
The highest-ranking strangers, wizards, warriors… Frostia, who would snort at the best attacks of those beings, was frightened by Dre’s attacks, and was shocked to see that none of the attacks worked.
Prostia said that he was the only one out of balance.
It seems weak, but it seems strong and strong, but if I do well, I think it will break.
But in the end it doesn’t break.
It was gibberish, but the bottom line was this.
That power has a price.
‘I thought there might be a price for that strength, but…’
Even the old dragon, who may have lived for thousands of years, maybe tens of thousands of years, was not confident in his tone.
‘Frostia is no longer a problem.’
If it hadn’t been stopped in time, it would have been a catastrophe for the whole world, but now that the advent has been stopped and a promise not to cause damage to the ground is not a problem.
As dragons grow, the power of coercion in case of breaking the oath will be great, and even if that is not the case, because of pride, they will not invade the ground as long as Dre is there.
Above all, causality.
Words that are consumed when powerful beings act, a word that needs to be at the level of a teenage family to know.
Frostia said that he had to work hard to repay his borrowed causality, and had already said that he had no interest in invading the ground.
In the first place, it seems that he himself was just running amok for amusement, and destroying the human world was someone else’s instigation.
‘I didn’t say who it was until the end…’
Clarir thought of Dre again.
Even though the level was still low, I couldn’t imagine how strong it would be in the future at that level.
It would be easier to grasp, for example, if he was greedy, his range of action would have been predictable and comfortable, but I don’t know the principle of his action.
‘I don’t know what he’s thinking.’
When he heard that he had taken revenge on Ulysse, he thought he was a normal sensibility.
But what about Dre after that?
He didn’t seem interested in money, power, or even sex.
It is a rare type among foreigners.
I have heard that among the great masters of the strangers, who are called ‘transcendants of the other world’, a few of them abstain from material things and pursue honor.
So, is Dre also a person who covets honor rather than money?
No.
Dre, at least as seen by Clarir, was a man who would kick the best shortcut to fame: contact with a teenage family if he didn’t like it.
He scratched his insides in an even more sleazy tone than usual to get a sense of what kind of person he was, but he didn’t seem particularly angry.
He’s a man who doesn’t know what’s inside.
I don’t know.
Not knowing is scary.
Uncontrollable, unknown beings are fear in themselves.
Clarir is a simple word, but has the skill to read hearts and emotions.
I don’t know why, but even that power doesn’t work on Dre.
I know she has negative thoughts about her sometimes, but that’s all and I don’t know the exact feelings.
On the surface, no matter what Clair says, she just passes it off as expressionless and unresponsive. So, if he thought he was a harmless human being, he suddenly changed and destroyed people like Sor, Keith, and Ram Nut.
Suddenly he remembered the time he fought Frostia.
Fighting with a smile even while burning in flames, he was close to a madman.
Can not understand. Can such a person exist?
‘I don’t know what to say to my father and mother about it.’
The house came to mind.
The strict, cold Blizzard family.
If an accident occurs later due to not properly understanding Dre, what kind of glare will he receive?
Clarir involuntarily shuddered at him.
‘We need further investigation. But I need to get some reins in place… At least go to the capital, meet with His Majesty, and make it impossible to move easily with prizes or whatever.’
Clarir sighed after thinking about miscellaneous things.
Although she seems cold-blooded, she is by no means a cold human being, even her heart is frozen.
Clarir, who had been saved by Dre, felt clear gratitude and goodwill towards him.
However, her position as the daughter of her Blizzard family held her back.
‘It’s the successor’s position, who doesn’t know what will happen later… I want to throw it away.’
Suddenly, I thought of Gold and El, the same teenage family.
Unlike Clarir, the two developed deep feelings for Dre.
Gold is so free-spirited and bold, so I tried to do that, but L, too, doesn’t feel a sense of crisis, and she expresses friendly feelings.
Even Ashita, who avoided men for the time being, was like that.
‘I can trust Ashita’s eyes for men. However, to just look at it and trust it… Ha.’
It would be better if he could use himself to belong to the Blizzard family, but Clarir already has a fiancé.
Dre didn’t seem particularly interested in him either.
‘…Am I unattractive?’
Clarir looked down at her own body.
Her face was confident.
The body is also full. She was less than some of the girls she knew, but she boasted enough of her richness to set fire to her man’s chest.
In the first place, it was Clairda who proudly made her name among the 12 beauties in Sers, the capital city.
‘Well, it’s strange that he was friendly when he shot like that.’
It’s hard to admit that you tick-tick so that you don’t be honest, but it’s true.
Clarir sighed once more.
Thump thump!
Knock. But unlike usual, it was an urgent knock.
“Come on in.”
Respectfully at her words, but with a quick movement as if in a hurry, the door was opened and Claire’s direct knight knelt down.
“My lady. The one you told me to keep an eye on is going wild.”
The man who told me to keep an eye on him.
Dre’s story.
Just then, Claire, who was thinking about him and his family, turned pale.
“A commotion? What’s going on?”
“It seems that the knights of Count Serton are brutally subdued and the Count Serton himself is threatened.”
‘What is this?’
I wanted you to stay still, at least until I went to the capital, but what happened?
“As far as I know, the Earl of Serton must have been a descendant of the Hart family, right?”
“Yes. Gold Heart’s knight, Kaisir, is already heading there.”
“I’m leaving too.”
Really little please don’t hurt my head
How do I say it at home?
Clarir hurriedly prepared to move.
***
‘That bastard!!’
Kaisir was contacted and was literally flying away.
Soaring with flight magic, he was able to get to Count Serton’s house faster than anyone else in his subordinate division.
What was that stranger, Dre, thinking?
Kaisir remembered his master, Gold.
He heard that it was only about two hours ago that he had a friendly conversation with his lord.
But in such a short period of time, how could he go to the count’s house and cause a commotion?
It was also with the forces under the Heart family.
‘It looks like you’re trusting Gold’s prestige, damn it. I have to wake up to the reality.’
It’s true that Gold thinks Dre is pretty special.
His original subordinates were dissatisfied with him.
Ulysse was nothing but trash to Dre, but he was a trustworthy man to the Hart family.
He couldn’t be more dissatisfied.
However, due to the fight with Frostia, most of them changed their emotions from distrust to respect and fear.
Dre must have felt it and acted his own way.
It would be good for his future if he tasted the bitterness at least once.
It is said that the ancient dragon Frostia was just not compatible with Dre, and he himself was not in a normal state.
He also said that he probably won’t be able to compete with the top players.
Kaisir thought he was as strong as he was.
‘Even I’ll be able to tie him up for a while so he can cool off.’
Eventually, Kaisir arrived in the sky over Count Serton’s family.
And he felt dumbfounded.
“Smell of blood?”
Smell of blood.
It was a thick smell of blood that couldn’t come out of a person’s body.
Quah.
Kaisir descended to the ground like an arrow.
Thud. The moment he landed and looked up, he saw.
The cruelty as if a war had broken out.
“Uhhhhh…”
“Ah ah ah ah ah…”
No matter how ordinary knights, they are evaluated as inferior in rank, but the knights of Earl Serton, who still have the status of knights, were all lying on the ground with their bodies cut off somewhere.
‘Wasn’t the incident just ten minutes ago… ?’
I received an urgent call about ten minutes ago from the magician of Count Serton’s family that the stranger, Dre, was causing a riot, and flew right away.
3 minutes to get here.
By the way, the knights are annihilated?
Kaisir raised his head.
And he saw the bloodied Dre slowly closing the distance to Earl Sherton and his son.
“…”
Dre looked back slowly, perhaps sensing Kaisir’s presence.
There was hostility in those eyes.
‘Ah.’
Creepy. Do. The former has gone out.
‘What an illusion… ?’
Why did he think he could stop him?
Why did Dre believe in Gold’s prestige and think he was black?
He only believes in himself and acts according to his own will.
“Mister Caesar.”
As soon as Dre recognized that he was an acquaintance, he dispelled his animosity.
Kaisir felt relieved, and soon felt defeated.
It was only for a moment, but he had admitted that he could never defeat Dre.
He exclaimed in repulsion against him.
“Dre. Stop it!”
“Ka, Lord Kaisir!”
Count Don Serton, a man of color, had one side of his handsomely grown mustache ripped off.
He inadvertently took on the appearance of bursting into laughter, and he repeatedly called out Kaisir’s name.
Dre, who had been looking at him expressionlessly, turned to Kaisir and said.
“Why should I quit?”
“Why? That’s obvious, right? It’s a nuisance to Gold-nim!”
“…Gold-nim, are you close with this person?”
“…”
From the outside, it looked the same as usual, but the atmosphere was different.
Kaisir had a hunch.
The answer should be good here. His intuition warned him that otherwise something irreversible would happen.
“…No, it’s the family head who has a close relationship with Earl Serton, and Gold-sama can’t be said to be friendly even with empty words.”
“Ah. Is that so!”
Seeing Dre, whose face lit up in anger, Kaisir concluded that he had given the right answer.
“This, this guy! The head of the household has a higher status than the successor, so why are you making a happy face… Hundreds of millions?!”
The top of his head was ripped off by Dre’s careless swing of the knife.
‘Did you kill him?!’
Shocked for a moment, but soon realizing that only his hair had been blown, Kaisir let out a relieved breath.
“Hey, Dre! But he’s a subordinate of the Hart family. If you kill him…!”
“I won’t bother Gold-nim.”
What bullshit is that? Kaisir was frustrated and felt like he was going crazy.
“Even if you think you can handle it, this behavior will become a big problem for the Hart family!”
For example, your reputation will be reduced to the point that you couldn’t handle the anger of a single stranger.
“If it becomes a nuisance, then the Hart family can come and kill me.”
“…”
I’m at a loss for words about Caesar.
It’s not arrogance.
That’s a promise
Dre knew exactly what was going on.
And when he realized that he was risking death to say such a thing, Kaisir got goosebumps.
‘Crazy guy.’
How did he think he could stop such a guy on his line?
He felt ashamed of himself for thinking so even for a moment.
“What do you think Count Serton did?”
“I don’t know this man, but I do know that his son tried to make an innocent citizen into a sex slave.”
“Sir, sex slave! It’s a servant!”
“In the count’s family, attendants and sex slaves seem synonymous.”
A rough picture was drawn of what was going on.
Count Serton himself does not do anything dirty, even though he treats the attendants carelessly.
That’s why he can be under the Hart family.
But the son seems to have heard that he does disgusting things even though he is still young.
For that reason, he vaguely remembered the recent opinion that Count Serton should be excluded from his command.
“Mister Caesar.”
“Huh? Huh?!”
Dre asks Kaisir, who is taken aback when his name is suddenly called.
“The royal family called me to the capital, right? He said he would definitely reward you.”
“Yeah, it was.”
The Count’s eyes widened as if he had never heard of it.
Either way, Dre continued.
“That prize. Will you listen to what I ask for?”
“Your Majesty… I don’t know, but the Queen is generous, so most of them will.”
Dre frowned for a moment at Kaisir’s words.
It’s not a big deal, but Kaisir’s heart thumped. He felt like falling.
Fortunately, rather than angry, he seemed a little puzzled.
“Then, will the queen, not Her Majesty, turn a blind eye to the extinction of one county?”
“…!”
Kaisir shut his mouth and Count Sherton’s face went white.
‘This guy is serious!’
Realizing that he was seriously trying to kill himself, Earl Sherton’s body began to shudder.
If you really call them the royal family, they will give you a big reward to build up the prestige of the royal family.
If that were the case, the present king might really be willing to do such a favor.
Because the wealth of the treasury would be more important to that king than the life of a count.
On the contrary, since the queen is common sense and fair, she will avoid perdition even if she punishes herself.
But being snubbed by her queen is also something she has to survive.
“Look, look… It seems we had a misunderstanding…”
The Count carefully addressed him in a servile voice.
And Dre raised his fist without hesitation.
Fuck!
“Oops? Whoops?!”
“Hey, hey!!”
The Count, who had been struck in the pit of the stomach, fell to his knees and vomited, then vomited.
Kaisir tried to dissuade him, but Dre just lowered her head as if she was sorry and didn’t stop.
“Count. You think there was a misunderstanding?”
“Keugh… Ugh… Billion…”
“Then shall we swear. On the condition that you free the servants you have forcibly bound, return all your property, and enter the secluded countryside to never show that face again.”
“What…!”
Forgetting fear at the absurd request, Serton gnashed his teeth.
Of course, I regretted it the next moment.
“Or, would you like to search here?”
“…”
Mockery.
Dre’s respect is never respect.
That madman uses respect to mock his opponent.
The count knew it now, but he did not dare to protest.
The aristocracy’s pride, which had reigned over others for decades, was helpless in the face of the overwhelming violence in front of them.
Finally, the words of surrender came out of his mouth.
“…If you…Lower the conditions a bit, kuh!”
Dre, who had trampled on the Count’s head, thought for a moment.
“Well, do I need to lower it?”
Whoops, whoops.
The pain of stepping on his head with an adventurer’s boots that are harder than safety boots.
Serton screamed, unable to bear the pain he was experiencing for the first time in his life.
“Aagh!”
“It’s fine. I’ll accept it depending on how sincere you are.”
“Sir, sincerity?”
“Count. Didn’t you just tell me to bang my head on the ground until I was satisfied?”
The count’s eyes twitched.
“Please demonstrate yourself.”
“Go, dare…!
Trampling on his attempt to raise his head, he raises his sword.
“You don’t like it either? Then, goodbye.”
“Shit…!”
Kaisir, who was worse than him, threw a magic string, and it immediately shattered into pieces.
“Uh…”
“Kaisir, please stay still for a moment.”
Kaisir was at a loss for words at the pointless destruction of magic.
Although it was used for a temporary stop without causing any damage, it was so easy to disengage it.
Dre still had no hostility towards Kaisir.
It was terrifying nonetheless.
“Then…”
Watching Dre lift the sword slowly, Earl Serton exclaimed urgently.
“Ha, I will!”
I almost died just now.
I felt that my pants were getting wet.
Citizens, although far away, were clearly watching his ugliness.
Buzz.
Serton hadn’t even had time to feel… Humiliation… That kind of feeling.
Just fear
“Then, bang your head against it with a clear statement of what you did wrong. If you’re not satisfied, I’ll keep doing it.”
Dre takes two steps back with his sword.
And the Count began to apologize.
“Ah, while educating my son the wrong way, he neglected it and turned a blind eye to his evil deeds…”
“Also.”
“Guo, I used my authority to persecute you for making a legitimate protest, and…”
“Also.”
“Ugh, that, and…”
I couldn’t really remember anything.
Therefore, the Count had no choice but to show it as an action.
Bang!!
His head fell to the floor. His blood spattered
Blood flowed from the forehead of the Count, who had been bleeding all his life.
“Ah…! Mi-sorry.”
Bang!
“Are you sick?”
Bang!
“So, didn’t you educate your son well?”
Bang!
“You’re doing your best. It’s nice to see you. Please do more.”
Bang!
“If it were your son, you would have to share the pain… Tsk tsk. You’re just watching.”
Bang!
How long did it last
At first, the citizens who looked at it as if they were suing this… Dre didn’t tell him to stop.
The Count gave a pitiful look in his eyes as he complained of pain in between, but Dre’s reply was to stomp on the head.
In the end, the Count continued his apology even as he burst into tears.
Before long, the count is about to pass out from dizziness.
“Okay. Let’s pledge now.”
“…Thank you…Yes.”
Dre forgave, and the Earl felt grateful without any emotion.
The son clung to the count who was trembling with pain.
Reg, who had thought it impossible until then, and was shocked at the sight of his father being beaten, cried and tried to support his father.
A whimper came out of the child’s mouth, which had been frozen in fear.
“Ah, father… Ah!”
The Count, who answered the whining by slapping his cheek, shouted.
“If only you hadn’t acted like an asshole…!”
Seeing that scene, Kaisir had a premonition that the Serton family was really over.
The loss of prestige due to this incident is also a problem, but a huge emotional gap has formed between the family head and the only heir.
And Dre, who was watching it, laughed happily.
Kaisir said nothing.
I thought that guy was fundamentally a good guy.
But what? Right now, the guy was enjoying himself by deliberately creating a gap between the father and son.
Doo doo doo
At that time, from afar, two wagons and knights with different colors of armor rushed to each other.
“Dre the stranger!”
Clarir, who got off the carriage, shouted. Gold got off the carriage on the other side.
Devastation.
Clarir forgot what to say.
I vaguely imagined the worst… But what is this?
‘I don’t know.’
Is that stranger who caused this horror and made a nonchalant face the Dre he knows?
And he came to Clarir.
Her direct knight alerted, and Dre stopped in response.
What? What are you trying to do?
Perhaps the whims of that person, who had the power of a dragon, was terrifying.
Know. Dre was a man of arrogant abilities.
And that she had been so rude to him and that she had no right to stop it.
How should I go about fixing this? What do you say to your family name?
She couldn’t hide her agitated expression to the extent that she felt it herself.
… If he bowed down and came in, he would be able to get things right.
A thought close to giving up came to mind.
Dre’s eyes met.
The moment Clarir swallowed his saliva.
“Sorry.”
Dre bowed her head.
“I’ve caused a nuisance. I’ll try not to harm the two of you.”
“…”
“If you give me a fair punishment, I will gladly accept it, but I beg you to punish the count for his sins as well.”
“…Uh.”
The answer was delayed for a while due to the unexpected words.
Clarir immediately grasped the meaning of the words and opened his eyes wide.
His apology was sincere.
And he bent over too much, as if he were trying to put Clarir and Gold above him.
As if he had no intention of invading your authority.
“Yes, yes. Yes.”
Worried that they might even have to fight, Clarir had no choice but to say so.
Dre turned his back. In the eyes of others, it will look like waiting for a disposition.
‘Did you take care of me?’
I thought there was no way that would be the case, but my aching head had gotten better, at least a little.
Also.
As one of the few Clairs who had ever been treated with consideration by others in a cold aristocratic society, she also had unfamiliar feelings.
