A Narrow-Eyed Nobleman Is Always Misunderstood chapter 18

Episode 18 – Unintentional Attention

In the Royal Academy’s infirmary, a blond-haired man was lying on a bed covered in a white blanket.

As if she had been hit by something powerful, the man, who had a slightly distressed expression on her face, was groaning and regaining consciousness.

“Ugh, is this place?”

“Oh, you woke up. Cadet Damiron. This is the infirmary.”

As Damiron came to his senses, the person in charge of the infirmary approached the bed.

“Infirmary…… ?”

“Yes. Don’t you remember?”

“Remember… ….”

As the infirmary officer asked if he could not remember, Damiron’s mind began to replay what had happened so far.

She herself quarreled with Alberto in her classroom.

Angrily at the question Alberto threw at him, he challenged him to a duel.

Then, the duel was concluded and the duel began under the supervision of the director at the gymnasium.

The duel started, and she herself fell for Alberto’s provocation and rushed without hesitation to the point of ignorance.

She attacked Alberto with her family’s swordsmanship carrying an aura, but Alberto was unable to get an effective hit.

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Alberto knocked himself out with two moves.

“…… Is it lost?”

As Demi Ron recalled her memories, she realized she had been defeated.

This is how Alberto looked during the duel.

If you think about it now, Alberto didn’t show a single gap during the duel.

No, what seemed like a gap in the first place was never a gap.

Damiron realized that he had taken such a defenseless stance because he was confident that he could knock him down no matter where he ran.

“Ah, ah, ah.”

Realizing that, Demi Ron finally realized how foolish and stupid he was.

In the first place, he had to fight an opponent he could not win.

Reflecting on it, he wondered why Alberto accepted his duel when he asked for it.

Of course, it wasn’t without the possibility that he accepted a duel to restore his honor as a nobleman because of the insult he had done.

However, when he challenged himself to a duel, Alberto’s face did not look frightened at all.

Alberto’s face resembled that of someone he had seen so many times in the past.

“Michael hyung…… ?”

His half-brother, born of his original wife.

Michael Alend Bedoran.

It was the same expression he had when he used sparring as an excuse to beat himself.

In the eyes of others, he may seem like a caring older brother who takes care of his incompetent half-brother, but from the point of view of the person concerned, it was the exact opposite.

It was a demon that descended to the ground, thinking of itself as a toy.

Beating Dalian as an excuse, and forcibly feeding something, saying that you, the bastard, couldn’t eat it.

The more you say it’s painful, the more you intensify it, saying that you still don’t know your love.

My half-brother Michael.

The faces of the devil and Alberto gradually began to overlap.

“Uh, uh, uh uh!”

Demiron started to see Alberto’s smile overlapping Michael’s.

“Uh, uh, uhhh!”

And finally, as Alberto and Michael were completely overlapped in the illusion, Damiron’s mind collapsed.

Demiron let out an incomprehensible grotesque scream and his pupils turned upward, revealing only the whites, and began to bubble.

“Dah, Cadet Damiron! Cadet Damiron!”

“aaa!”

The person in charge of the infirmary tried to calm Demiron, but Demiron couldn’t hear it, as his mind was broken by extreme fear.

“Professor! Professor! The cadet’s psyche seems to be in trouble!”

“What?”

The person in charge of the infirmary called for the professor who was stationed in the infirmary, and then the professor came in and saw Demiron frowning and blowing his eyes.

“Oops! My mind has completely collapsed! Go ahead and get some tranquilizers!”

“Yes! Professor!”

On this day, Damiron’s mind collapsed due to extreme fear and he went mad.

The Royal Academy’s medical staff tried to revive the collapsed mind somehow by administering sedatives and tranquilizers, but Demiron’s already broken mind was not revived.

“Heh, heh… ….”

In the end, Damiron had to live the rest of his life wandering around with his eyes closed.

If the victims of the tyranny he had committed by borrowing the name of his family and its prestige had listened, they might have raised his hands high into the sky and hurrahed.

In the end, Demiron, who was defeated in the duel, was unable to recover his honor and ended up living the rest of his life with his spirit collapsed.

–

The board of directors running the Royal Academy was holding an emergency meeting due to an incident that occurred a few hours ago.

“…… Due to these regulations, the Vedoran family’s Demiron cadet is no longer in a condition to study at the Royal Academy, and we will decide to issue an expulsion.”

“I agree to the disposition.”

“I agree to the disposition.”

The board of directors, composed of high-ranking members of the Bregern Empire, unanimously accepted Damiron’s expulsion.

Although he is said to be a descendant of the duke’s family, he was not the son of a royal family.

Since Demiron is only the bastard of the Vedoran family, they were able to expel Demiron without hesitation.

“Well, let’s leave this to the Demiron cadet, and this time let’s talk about the freshman from House Maidern.”

Dean Baldr, who oversees the meeting, changed the subject of the meeting.

The subject of the meeting has now moved on to talking about Alberto.

“Did you say Alberto? That cadet’s name.”

“That’s right, Marquis.”

“Heh heh. Count Meidern has raised a son well.”

Unlike a moment ago when they were talking about Demiron, the conversation between those who were talking about Alberto was friendly.

“Tsk, thanks to Cadet Alberto’s handling of the madman, our nobles’ honor was spared from being put to the ground.”

“After hearing the circumstances, it was said that it was Prince Damiron who started the fight first.”

Befitting an aristocrat who values honor, the directors of the Royal Academy were very favorable to Alberto, who created the conditions for him to be expelled by defeating a rogue in a duel.

The fact that Alberto is not a bastard like Demiron is, but the son of a true wife also played a role.

Nobles of the Bregern Empire say that they do not discriminate between children born to concubines and concubines, but there was a tendency to discriminate against children born to concubines and concubines.

So, unlike Damiron, they showed a particularly favorable attitude towards Alberto.

“Duke Bedoran also said to Prince Albert, ‘I will not hold you accountable’ for this incident.”

“Hmm. As expected, the duke always sets an example for nobles. Chuckle.”

In fact, even for Duke Vedoran, Demiron was too cumbersome to deal with with his own hands, and troublesome to leave alone.

If at least he had an outstanding talent in one field, there was a high possibility that Damiron would become a beloved child.

However, the nobles of the Bregern Empire valued bloodlines, origins, and talents, and Damiron was in a situation where he was inferior to the son of his concubine in terms of origin and talent.

Perhaps, Damiron’s future was already decided.

That future has only come a little faster thanks to Alberto.

“By the way, Dean Baldr. How do you say Cadet Alberto’s skills are?”

“According to Marquis Sebatia, the head of the martial arts department, he is an intermediate level sword expert. Count Maidern was also an Intermediate Sword Expert at that age…….”

“Heh heh heh. It is the son of the father. Chuckle A truly valuable talent has entered our Royal Academy.”

The board of directors who heard about Alberto’s skills from Dean Baldr welcomed him with applause.

Having intermediate level sword expert skills at the age of 15 meant that he, too, had the talent to rise to the level of a master, just like his father, Count Meidern.

Pedigree, talent, reputation, origin.

Alberto, who had no shortage of anything, was a talented enough person to take responsibility for the future of the Bregern Empire.

“Heh heh, I heard you were selected as an imperial scholarship student?”

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“Yes. If he was selected as an imperial scholarship student, the imperial family must have recognized Cadet Alberto’s talent.”

As soon as the story of the Imperial Family Scholarship came out, all the directors gathered here nodded their heads.

Imperial scholarship students were not selected simply because they belonged to a good family.

The qualification for an imperial family scholarship was given to talented people who were considered to be responsible for the future of the Bregern Empire and could be connected by blood to the imperial family.

So, maybe the emperor’s attempt to connect his daughter with Alberto wasn’t groundless.

“Then, let’s do our best to support the academy as well. So that we can avenge the tragedy of last year in the friendly in the fall.”

“No way, that’s natural.”

The friendly war they were talking about was a festival held once a year with the Noble Academy of the El Pario Empire, a neighboring country.

Last year, we lost out to Noble Academy, but the directors thought it would be different this time.

This time, there was an outstanding talent named Alberto.

“Now, let’s think about how to support. Wouldn’t it be better to help Cadet Alberto grow faster than openly supporting him?”

“Then let’s start the meeting.”

At some point, they started a new meeting with the theme of how to support Alberto.

The Royal Academy’s meeting room didn’t know that the lights would go off even late at night.

–

The Iron Fortress.

The ruler who rules the huge, impregnable fortress built to prevent demonic beasts from unexplored lands.

Grand Duke Bertus, the so-called Steel Grand Duke, received a magic communication from his friend, Duke Bedoran.

“Alberto Salihar Maydern… Are you Dittorio’s son?”

Archduke Bertus called Count Maydern by name and was lost in his thoughts.

“Twenty years have passed since the day we promised on the battlefield.”

Archduke Bertus raised his head and took out a piece of stationery.

Then he dipped a quill in the inkwell and began to write a letter.

‘To my beloved daughter Elizabeth.’

He started writing a letter to his daughter.

It was because his daughter, Elizabeth Almerose Bertus, entered the Royal Academy Magic Department this time.

‘…… So go and see for yourself and judge for yourself.’

Archduke Bertus began to ponder after writing this sentence.

Surely, should I write the following sentence or not?

But he shook his head, grabbed a quill, and began writing sentence after sentence.

‘Is that young man named Alberto, The man of the promise Or not.’

After completing the letter, Grand Duke Bertus called someone.

“Did you call? Your Highness the Grand Duke.”

“Send this letter to my daughter at the Royal Academy.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The person called by Archduke Bertus handed over the letter he had written and went outside.

“Albertora… ….”

As he gazed out the window, Archduke Bertus’s face showed confusion.

I don’t know if I know what he’s thinking, outside the window, leaves are blowing in the wind.