#2 Responsibilities and Duties (5)
There was something called the impression of a person.
In other words, ‘aura’, or ‘atmosphere’.
It has no specific shape, but no one questioned its existence.
Because we know how impressions are formed.
For example, the wrinkles of a person with bad eyesight are as bad as the years he has been making impressions.
A person who has laughed all his life remains in wrinkles and creates a favorable atmosphere.
Atmosphere was, after all, a piece that was carved out of the life that the person had lived.
From that point of view, the impression of the sudden change of Elric was extraordinary.
The moment he revealed his emotions, there was a huge difference between his appearance and the one he had just before.
In the eyes of the Wibin couple, Elric’s mood was sharp. It wasn’t just that it was harsh, but it resembled a sharp blade being swung right in front of my eyes.
An atmosphere that seems to kill people or has killed them.
It was true.
Elric killed a lot of people.
Also, I spent more than half of my life remembering it in a place where such a killing was not a big deal.
He learned to survive by taking the flesh and blood of living beings during the time of his self-formation.
I learned to weigh money against people’s lives.
I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter too much.
Strictly speaking, he was a murderer.
In fact, he was a man who even earned the nickname ‘Sword Ghost’ because he wielded a sword viciously like a ghost.
It is not strange that the Weebin couple, who had never been involved in such a thing in their lives, were nervous about Elric’s changed atmosphere.
After all, isn’t the atmosphere an extension of seeing someone and thinking, ‘That person seems kind’ or ‘That person looks dangerous’?
The ability to grasp such a temperament is a law that goes through society and meets many people and becomes stronger.
For those who have lived their lives as aristocrats and have spent their entire lives looking at other people’s faces, Elric’s changed temperament was more noticeable, but not less.
“I asked what could be done. Can you answer me?”
It’s still smiling, but I inadvertently cringe.
And, it was only in this situation that there was a certain racial characteristic that made a sharp difference.
It came from the difference in the environment in which they lived.
The soldiers on the battlefield where Elric played were afraid of him.
Knowing that being stabbed would kill them, knowing that violence was far from mercy, and knowing how sharp Elric’s sword was, they were busy running away in a panic when he appeared.
However, the Weebin couple did not.
They were people who had lived their whole lives in places farthest from violence.
We lived in a society where casual criticism did not hurt physically, we lived in a society where violence was regarded as vulgar, and we lived in a society where even any conflict was resolved with the tongue.
They don’t know how terrible violence is.
You don’t know how easily people die, you don’t know how easy it is to kill people, and you don’t know that there are people in the world who do such things like a meal.
Do not know that a one-day puppy is scary.
Why would you say something like that? Why would a dog bark at a tiger twice as big as me?
It’s strange to live.
In the sharp atmosphere that hardens your body, you feel the wounds of your pride rather than fear.
A puppy who has lived in a safe enclosure all his life assumes that a tiger will not harm me like any other large human.
The Weebin couple was like that.
“I’m done talking!”
The shouting words are the most vocal ever.
The figure with wide-eyed eyes and a frown was undoubtedly a doctor of threat.
The fact that he had shrunk was something he instinctively did because he was ashamed of himself.
It was the outburst of a proud puppy, do you know how scary I am?
Thus, it was an act of masturbating by licking his wounded pride.
That was the biggest difference between Elric and them.
“What if you’re done?”
Elric was calm.
His voice was soft, his expression was not threatening, and his butt was still buried in the couch.
Elric, like Joseph, did not attach meaning to the act of raising his voice.
It was because I knew a more concise and sure way than that.
All you have to do is pull out your weapon and harm your opponent.
So don’t show any anger.
To put that aspect in the language of Elvis Graham, it was.
– A beast of prey does not show off its authority. I know that authority isn’t something that only shows off when you show off.
These were the words Elric had heard while escorting him on a hunting day one day.
Now Elric knows that, unlike when he was a boy, leeway can be the biggest threat.
“I will ask. Do you have grounds for claiming ownership of the legacy? I’m talking about a legal basis, not an emotional one.”
Indeed, Elric had the advantage.
Elric was aware that he had the right to inherit the inheritance.
How can they intervene in the will of the deceased?
Their ulterior motives have already been revealed.
Compared to 10 years ago, the colorful outfits, the eyes wide open, aiming for a legacy, and the nervousness they show.
They were struggling with money.
“No?”
And, even if it wasn’t for the heritage, Elric was the best for them.
“I don’t think so.”
Portman is the moneyline that finances Weebin.
And Portman’s eldest son, Elric, is the one holding the money.
It was nothing if Elric wanted to starve them to death.
Of course, Elric hadn’t decided whether to stay in Wibin Manor, but they couldn’t know that.
The Wibin couple became dumb after eating honey.
Elric grinned.
“Excessive greed, too, it seems that you are pampered.”
“This rotten… .”
“You won’t have to watch your mouth.”
Shocked, Joseph Weebin’s body trembled.
Fear or a sense of crisis is sometimes directly linked to the opposite sex.
When your head is cold and you are swayed by emotions, it whispers facts you didn’t know.
I raised my voice because I thought he was an opponent who could be defeated through his stupidity or emotional appeal, but it is an obvious fact that he is in a position to crawl when he comes out this rational.
It was only then that Joseph remembered that fact.
Elric stood up with a cane.
“I ran away for 10 years, but I am Portman. I am the one my father designated as heir to the estate. And, you guys are living off Portman’s money. I think you will understand even if I don’t have to say every single thing like that.”
Suddenly, Elric felt a hollow laugh break out.
“But when I think about it, it’s funny. Isn’t my wife the only one who deserves to inherit the inheritance in the first place? What did I think of it as yours? Why, did you want to receive the price you raised?”
There were words that came to mind.
These were the decisive words that made Elric decide to run away 10 years ago.
– Pay the price you raised.
It’s not likely that they actually said that to Tyria, but there was something about them just looking at their attitude.
Even if they didn’t express it verbally, she must have felt that way in their attitude.
A sense of homogeneity was a good material for transfer.
Eventually, what came to mind was a vengeful spirit close to self-satisfaction.
“Pay for what you fed. Don’t be greedy for nothing.”
The most miserable words he knew were those of his father.
Ironically, at this moment, Elric imitated the father he hated so much.
“I will go.”
Right, Elric tried to leave the parlor with a cane.
That was the moment.
“I-do you think it will be all right! know who i am… !”
Joseph, unable to swing his fist to the end, exclaimed as if in a fit of fuss.
Elric turned to look at him.
There is something shabby about the red-colored face.
Elric said with a laugh.
“Try it. Anything. I’m looking forward to it.”
Elric responded leisurely to the end.
Even if he said that, he still didn’t feel threatened.
Even if you try to make a fuss to hit the back of the head, well… .
I didn’t think they would be worse than the battlefields of the West.
“Just know one thing. I do not like to bear it twice.”
With that said, Elric left the drawing room.
Click, behind the sound of the door closing,
-Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
A faint scream like that of a little girl rang out.
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The carriage headed back to the Portman Street.
Elric looked at the scenery passing by and reflected on what happened at Yubin Street.
It was a feeling of shame and shame.
My face was all hot.
‘I have no shame.’
Frankly, he treated them that way, but Elric thought he was no better than them.
Anyway, when it comes to Tyria, aren’t they sinners no different from them?
Even if he thought she had already left the mansion, would that be an excuse?
If it wasn’t true, it was tantamount to cowardly masturbation.
If so, what should I do to be different from them?
“… Please pause.”
Elric spoke and the carriage stopped.
It was the Portman family’s wheat fields.
There was Tyria.
While looking at the wheat, Tyria’s eyes turned to Elric.
She bowed her head and turned to look at her work again.
Elric got off the carriage and headed towards her.
Unlike the wagon road, the soil in the wheat field was quite inconvenient to move.
“Look.”
I called her that because I felt that I had no shame in calling her my wife.
Tyria looked at Elric again.
The answer to the doubt came back.
“yes.”
How can a blunt appearance be so different from the parents I saw before?
It was a strange feeling.
Maybe that’s why I’m less nervous than usual.
Elric spoke with a softer smile than he usually did with her.
“Would you like to join us for dinner tonight? There is a conversation I really want to share.”
“Is it something we can’t talk about here?”
“I don’t want to disturb things.”
I was a little nervous.
I also had useless worries about what to do if I was naive.
So Elric anxiously waited for her lips to open, and was relieved by the answer that came back at the end.
“If you don’t mind being a little late. You do.”
Elric’s impression brightened a little.
“Thank you. Then see you in the evening.”
I was told to make up my mind.
Shouldn’t the knot be untied by the one who tied it?
Elric wanted to apologize tonight for leaving so 10 years ago.