Chapter 2 – 0. Northern Twilight (2)
In the Dior family, a prominent family in the central political world of Gaul, there was a man who looked like a childless boy.
His name was Romuald, and he was the son of Alexandre, the previous head of the family. His birth mother his was an actress, Cortisane, and she had a very beautiful complexion, but she lost her life during childbirth due to her congenital weakness of her.
Left behind, he grew up without any envy under the care of Alexandre, who cared for his child terribly, but even that did not last more than ten years in the end.
Because his father his, who was poisoned by a political opponent, couldn’t even leave a will.
It could be said that it was a daunting task to survive with the possession of being born in the central political world, which was no different from pandemonium. The eldest brother, the eldest son who succeeded his father his, took the position of head of the household as if he had waited, and completely changed the life of Romuald, an illegitimate son.
At first, it started by kicking him out of his mansion to a private house on the outskirts of the manor. Then, along with the belongings of his father, Alexandre, he threw away the traces of things as if to erase the existence of Romu Aldran.
At times, she made the evil gang harass her, and the butler or nanny who had been supporting the family for generations also fired her for taking pity on her illegitimate child her. Even though the nanny was the one who raised his eldest son her, the eldest son, as well.
And who else
The hardest thing to bear was the decision of the eldest brother to send his half-sister his, who had been kind and kind to me, to a convent far away. It was the period of growth itself in which he had to live a life that was equivalent to that of a serf without a place to rely on.
Of course, even in the midst of tragedy, small joys sometimes blossom. For Romuald, it was a sword. One day, when he saw a wanderer passed by the manor collapsed from hunger, he brought him home and took great care of him. After a while, he woke up and introduced himself with gratitude.
He was once the head of the swordsmen’s guild in Britannia Somerset, a nearby country.
But now, he is a wandering wanderer who has been pushed out of the struggle for supremacy for the position of head.
The wanderer’s swordsmanship was truly at its peak. Romuald asked for instructions from him. Although it was limited to Dalpo, in the meantime, the powerless boy got a clue to take off his youthful t-shirt and move forward as a young man. Thus, even after the wanderer, whom he had served as his teacher, left for another wandering journey, he devoted himself to training alone.
Although it is often said that going alone is difficult and inevitably leads to foolish yoke.
It was a story that did not apply to Romuald. He realized the magic of his swordsmanship at the age of twelve. He robbed the butcher’s shop or vegetable garden in the manor to get enough nutrition, and by the time he was 15 years old, he had muscles and bones comparable to those of any other adult.
I was able to turn the gang that was harassing me into a super corpse sword that attacked me, and once, as if I had been ordered by his older brother his, I even knocked down a wandering knight who got into a fight with my bare hands.
What’s even more ironic is that the knight was a well-known and talented person in the capital.
Life is truly unpredictable. Because of that incident, Romuald, who had been kicked out of the family, was called again. His eldest brother his, who had reached middle age and had dignity before he knew it, ordered him to raise a sword for the family.
Thus, he could still be recognized as one of the descendants of the famous family, even though he was despised. After going out wherever he was needed in the kingdom, he earned the reputation of being the best among young Gaul knights, Romuald Dior.
Of course, the more he went on the road to success, the more wary his eldest brother his, the head of the family, grew.
He wanted to make Romuald his vassal throughout the kingdom, and he did not choose any means or methods. Bards who wandered around the world sang of such a scramble, saying that whoever wins it will seize the hegemony of the next generation.
“Greetings for the first time, Madame Lemoyn.”
“Sir Dior.”
“It is indeed an honor to meet your wife, a Margrave of high repute.”
“It is too much praise. I’m glad to see an article that says there is no rival in the kingdom.”
Lemoang Fortress in northern Gaul was a rough terrain with snow all year round. This place, which doubled as border defense and also belonged to Margrave, was so barren that even the strongest knights would reconsider their appointment and service, and after the death of Margrave Gerard, who was called the giant of the north, the invasion of foreign tribes continued to plague the area. Was
Orianne Lemoang was a person who had ruled such a margrave for several years already, and although his title was only a deputy due to various circumstances related to the central political world, his rights were fully guaranteed as he did an excellent job defending the border.
“It was very difficult to run a long way alone, right? I have prepared a place to rest in the fortress so that you can recover from your travel fatigue. How about taking a good rest for a day and having a meal with my girlfriend tomorrow?”
A friendly and soft speech is not the quality of a ruler. And yet, Oriane, who literally received guests at her house, spoke as if she were an honored guest. Despite so many majors, he welcomed him with a sincere voice, unlike those who looked down on him for being of low bloodline.
Well, the wife of the Marquis of Lemoyn was originally such a woman. Because of her harsh environment, she has no choice but to become more rough, and she is a leader who prefers to get through it together while being comforted rather than shouting at her for being her subordinate.
“…”
Her rom stared at her silently as she stood tall. In the middle of the hallway, not far from the castle gate, I hadn’t even taken a few steps. The cold energy from the bricks stuck in the castle was transmitted through the cold metal to my body, but I didn’t mind.
The forefront of Gaul, a border fort that prioritizes armament over decoration.
That’s why even though she didn’t make up much, her beauty didn’t change at all.
“Um, Sir Dior?”
Oriane, sensing her strange gaze, drew her attention with a shy smile. If she was a noble with a temper in the center, she would surely have scoffed, saying that a lowly knight had a sly look.
Of course, the situation of the territory around this time would have been disappointing even for one knight.
“Did you get anything on my face?”
“No, it is not.”
It was so beautiful how she brushed her few strands of her hair over her ears, and even with such beauty, she felt impertinent in her ignorance.
She must have been drawn to the past, when she knew that she was someone she couldn’t look at.
Rom gasped, unable to contain her sudden burst of laughter. Instead of wandering around and fighting, he earns his wages and marries the daughter of a dead Margrave at the proposal of his wife in front of him in the north here.
In order to obtain the settlement he so longed for.
Unfortunately, however, the marriage between the two did not go smoothly, and he, who was reborn as a son-in-law of the Lemoang family from a wandering knight, died while traveling on the battlefield. It wasn’t time for him to talk much yet, so he couldn’t divulge the details, but he returned to the past.
Yes. Romuald Dior returned to the day he found the Marquis of Lemoyn by an unknown force. He defied death, reversed the end of his miserable life, and was given a chance to write his life again.
‘It must have been around this time when the aliens were sitting outside the fortress.’
His vivid memories of his previous lives made it clear what he was supposed to do and what he wasn’t. Simply put, at this point, after touring the fort for three or three days, he struggled against the territorial power of other vassals before receiving a small army of support.
The number must have been about five hundred.
The result was a great victory by defeating the chief and defeating the enemy.
“Madam, I’m presumptuous, but I don’t think it’s time to relax.”
After Marquis Baek’s death, Orianne invited him to meet his daughter in a major that no one else in the north had done. He reaped it if he had it as a subordinate, but he treated himself generously, both materially and emotionally, who did not intend to become a family even because of his bloodline her.
“Yes? Then what…”
But the things of this life should not go that way.
“I heard that Lemoang Citadel has been suffering from the invasion of foreign tribes over the past few years due to the vacancy of the late Marquis de Gérard. I heard that the reason your wife invited this knight, Romuald, who is like a wandering mercenary, was to devise a countermeasure against him.”
Like a knight, Rome’s sharp eyes shone. Oriane still had an aura of friendly welcome, but that didn’t mean she was a soft-headed, incompetent leader. He’d rather he listened to him and figured out what he wanted to say.
“You know me well. On the one hand, I’m a bit puzzled. I wonder if it would be better to have a conversation like this in a better place after each person prepares…”
“Are you talking with your vassals accompanying you?”
“The North is definitely the land I rule over. Even though people look down on me because I am a woman and a substitute, I am also a kind of lord. In order to handle things, we must have the right laws.”
Oriane said in a rather firm manner. She was trying to say that at least she wasn’t a woman who didn’t have the strength to be swayed by those who mistook the goodwill she bestowed for rights. In fact, the Marquis of her past life also had a strong will, unlike her tenderness of her.
“This is a wise statement. However, on her way back, I heard from the local residents that even at this moment, foreign peoples are gathering like clouds in the snowfield not far from the border.”
Rom pretended to take a step back and continued the topic. As she said, she was doing this with a body that could be used to take a break and relieve her travel woes, because there was a reason. He had urgent matters more important than the first impression that Oriane would have on me.
“What do you want to say, Lord Dior?”
“I would like you to give me a courser dressed in clothes and iron hooves and ten soldiers with good brains. If so, I will drive out the aliens outside the citadel, which your wife regards as a concern, to the far north limit again.”
“Certainly, the reason why I invited Lord Dior was because I wanted to be able to add strength to our borders. If it’s a rumored article in Gaul, I think I can prepare for it.”
Oriane continued, playing an unsuitably strong leader. Contrary to her reputation that she is a cautious and quiet person in everything, it was because Rom’s attitude her that he saw in front of her was quite bold.
“But I don’t think there’s any reason why Sir, a guest from outside, would go so far for us.”
In short, she was hinting around. If he was belittling me, it would be better not to do so, and it would be better for each other to handle things according to the possible order.
“I thought it was not too late to do it after I had dealt with the business. That’s because I thought it was necessary to weigh the seriousness.”
But Rom didn’t care and replied. With words that could not be refuted because there was nothing wrong, he led the immediate private meeting of Mrs. Baek.
“Whoa…”
Oriane sighed, blaming herself for being forced into it. The feudal system is a system established based on trade and negotiations. The long-standing truth of such a system is that the one who speaks out first is at a disadvantage.
“Tell me what you want.”
Rome finally opened his mouth with a thin smile.
“Could you be the northern family?”
“… !”
“Hopefully, I want to put an end to the journey of the Wandering Knight and settle down.”
The mistress of North and Lemoang immediately understood what that meant.
“You mean you want to be part of the Lemoang family…”
Not all, only half.
“Do you want our daughter, Lucienne?”
“Not your daughter.”
“Then…?”
It was only after Rom shook his head resolutely that he said something that he realized it, and his face his turned red.
“I want a wife.”
