gang!
Kaang!
‘This is… … ‘
After returning from the Lobelium Kingdom, the man who joined Ferzen’s troops without returning to the north and took on promiscuous administrative duties on his behalf——Rimbell swallowed his saliva.
The sight of Brutein, which he had always heard only in words, was much more grandiose than he had imagined.
The iron song and the rising heat resounding throughout the city, as if claiming to be the heart of the Ernes Empire.
“Rimbell.”
“ah… … Yes!”
“Branch.”
“All right!”
Unlike himself, who lost his gaze at once, as if he was familiar with this scene, Ferzen, who was moving ahead, called him, and Rimbell followed him in a hurry.
And the deeper you go, the clearer the scenery of Brutein will make you realize how small the well was in the north.
I’m sure it’ll be like this
‘What the hell is the northern Brutene!’
Rimbell couldn’t stop sneering as he recalled the words that Count Asran, who was now a loser in the North, who should now be called in the past tense, tirelessly uttered each time he called them.
see this
Wasn’t Count Asran’s arrogance really the experience of a fox mimicking a lion?
But at the same time, Rimbell felt shame rushing into his lack of eyesight, who soon believed that it was ancient.
again.
Ten minutes later, in the heart of Brutein——a huge mansion located there.
Arriving at his hometown, Ferzen passed the main gate and entered.
Then, from afar, he sees Chris, a butler, walking with his maids.
His bald head, who does not always have to worry about symmetry, provided Ferzen with unchanging comfort.
“welcome. young master.’
“… … okay. Nice to meet you.”
“The wives who arrived first are doing well. Can I get you there?”
“No, I have to see you before that.”
Before the war, there was something that had to be done with his permission.
Fersen entrusted Chris with the Rimbell suffered by his noncommissioned officer, and then quietly headed to the office.
smart.
Immediately after, when I knock in front of the office, I hear Jeremiah’s voice telling me to come in.
Ferzen then opened the door and faced his older brother——No, as of today, as the head of Brutein.
“You came earlier than expected.”
“I rolled a little bit too many people. So I have a little bit of spare time.”
“hahaha.”
Now, do you know how to joke around with yourself?
Jeremiah got up from the chair with a smile on her lips.
However, unlike himself who raised his body, Ferzen knelt on the spot and bowed his head.
“… … ”
It didn’t look like he was trying to distance himself from herself, so Jeremiah did not show any disappointment that she was about to rise in an instant, and quietly waited for Ferzen’s next words.
“Sir Marquis Jeremiah.”
“okay. what to say Count Ruerg.”
“I please… … Please allow me to raise the pillars of Brutein who are asleep.”
Along with the history engraved in the passing years, Brutein’s mansion has also been there.
During that time, several repairs were carried out, but the only place that preserves the past untouched is the tomb of our ancestors, which was provided deep underground.
Yes, Ferzen is Brutein’s nephew and as an Apollyon-class warlock who goes to war.
They are now asking Jeremiah, the head of Bruteins, for the right to minister to them.
There have been experiences like this in the past, but unlike then, there is a very high possibility that the bodies will be completely damaged the moment they enter the battlefield.
In particular, in this war, Ferzen himself could not even say that he had no stake, so to be honest… …
It was like borrowing the hands of our ancestors to get rid of the sh*t he had put up.
Therefore, Fersen is not his younger brother, but Brutein’s nephew, and is asking Jeremiah, the current head of Brutein.
Can you give yourself the right to minister to your ancestors?
“… … ”
And Jeremiah also noticed Ferzen’s intentions and maintained a fairly deep time silence.
However, the answer to be uttered is decided.
Rather, Jeremiah smiled bitterly, seeing himself not wanting to harbor even the slightest hesitation in uttering that answer.
‘If the descendants have gone the wrong way, correcting it is also… … Isn’t it the part of the ancestors?’
Of course, the bottom line was that Ferzen wanted to increase the probability of surviving even a little.
Still, as the head of Brutein, I needed an excuse not to be ashamed of for that position.
Jeremiah, who covered her thoughts with the excuses she came up with, broke the long silence.
“Don’t let me.”
“… … ”
The time waiting for silence seemed like an eternity, a silent sigh naturally leaked out of his mouth.
At the same time, Ferzen, who forcibly hid his sweat-drenched hands and got up, bowed his back with utmost courtesy.
“thank you.”
Immediately after, seeing Ferzen leaving the office, Jeremiah sat down in her seat and picked up the documents.
In the room where there is no one to talk to, there must be silence again, and the emptiness is filled with the resounding iron song.
“… … ”
And he was obviously the head of Brutein.
I didn’t like this iron song resounding in Bruteins.
But it cannot be stopped.
Because there was no conductor in this iron song.
* * * * *
Before entering the tombs of his ancestors, Ferzen went to the bathroom and washed himself thoroughly.
Then, after changing clothes, he goes down to the basement of the mansion without anyone accompanying him.
For Bruteins, the most fixed amount of money for a year would be tax, but if you exclude that, the maintenance cost of this tomb will certainly compete for the rank.
Because he made a long-term contract with the monsters living in the underworld and unfolded his abilities in the form of Jin.
again.
Soon, in front of the deep underground door, Ferzen cut his fingers and dripped blood.
The tombs of our ancestors that can never be entered unless they are of Brutein’s blood.
And there may be many reasons, but this was also one of the reasons why the owners of Bruteins looked for a companion after careful consideration.
Even if it was a collateral, if the blood was thick, I could enter the position.
Of course, even if the bloodline is close to the direct line.
The monstrous truth that unfolded here also required permission from the current head of Brutein.
So, just like last time, Ferzen asked Jeremiah for permission.
Koo!
Soon after, it was proved that Ferzen met all the conditions, and the path leading to the history of the past is opened to the present descendants.
At that, Ferzen took a quiet breath and stepped inside.
The underground cemetery, which has been maintained for a long time, has left the bare traces of time, but it does not feel neglected because it has been thoroughly managed.
again.
Eventually, as we got closer to the center of the underground cemetery, the light of the glowstone began to leak out softly.
Ferzen, who entered the cemetery where the bodies of his ancestors were buried, was the first to bow deeply at the weight of the tombstones lined up.
The bodies of our ancestors were placed in coffins and buried in tombs, but they were not covered with earth.
This is an expression of their loyalty that, even if they die and are buried in the grave, they will transcend even death and dedicate themselves to the family and the empire.
So, unlike the last time, Ferzen standing here could not straighten her bent waist.
The Brutein’s blood flowing through his body seemed to lash out at what kind of face he was standing here.
And this time, Ferzen could not press down on that huge mass of self-consciousness.
Because it was the naked truth, there was no room for excuses.
Because he wanted to live, he did not take away the remnants of sin with his own life, but nurtured it up to this point.
Thanks to that, he left a stain on the family, and even the worst disaster of war was cast on the empire.
In order to fix it, he must have found his ancestors in the end.
Nevertheless, Ferzen could not back down because he needed the strength of his ancestors.
Because of that, he knelt in place and bowed his head.
For those who know a man named Ferzen, this is the first time he’s ever seen such a behavior, and his eyes widened.
However, Ferzen didn’t feel any shame about his current behavior, rather he opened his mouth as if it was normal.
“The karma that the poor descendants have committed to sustain this miserable life… … It got to the point where I could no longer handle it with my own hands.”
It was expressed cheaply, but its essence.
It was no different from a crying child running to her mother and holding her in her arms.
The problem is that trying to borrow the mother’s hand is war, so even with her head bowed, Ferzen’s shoulders are full of heavy burdens.
“I know I don’t care, but… … Please, wake up from the slumber and become a pillar that supports the empire together with your ugly descendants.”
Giving permission to the dead is a meaningless act.
Even though the warlock himself knew it better than anyone else.
Ferzen continued the conversation as if asking for their will, and carefully radiated his magic power.
At the end, the coffins of their ancestors buried in the catacombs of Brutein’s mansion–a deep catacomb are opened, and they rise one by one, leaving their original appearance intact.
A record journal that resembles the lives of our ancestors and their entire lives.
And Ferzen’s innate talent as a warlock is that he can’t just talk when he enters self-control.
The habits and habits of his lifetime are projected as it is, creating a scene that seems to coexist the past with the present.
Soon, the 12 heads of Brutein who were buried in the catacombs looked down at Fersen, who still had their heads bowed down… …
again.
jerk.
Passing him, he started walking out of the tomb.
Instead of ignoring Ferzen, an ugly descendant, by reacting to a given situation as he remembered during his lifetime.
It was as if he was paving the way for him, as if he had gone ahead and led him.
Even if the disaster created by the poor descendants of their own greed strikes the empire.
The pillars that supported the empire, as always.
They did not pay any attention to such things, and they only offered their unchanging loyalty once again.
“… … ”
Then, slowly getting up and following them as they advanced, Ferzen thought.
If you stand at the end of this road that tells you to take one step at a time, just as your ancestors guide you… …
What awaits is undoubtedly the complete life of a man named Ferzen.
* * * * *
Limbell, a non-commissioned officer, who had followed Ferzen, was on a break under Chris’ guidance.
Eventually, unable to bear the serenity, he opened the door of the mansion and came out into the garden.
The endlessly resounding song of iron and the scorching heat that drives away even the chilly autumn winds are clearly announcing the beginning of the war.
In fact, he was resting leisurely in the room he was assigned to, and the sense of incongruity that came from the contradiction made him uncomfortable.
It seems that holding on to work would make him feel more comfortable, but since he doesn’t, the rest of the moment he is given only makes him more painful.
“uh… … ”
And while wandering through the garden, Rimbell unintentionally found an old man wearing a uniform engraved with Brutein’s design.
That must have been granted only to the heads of Bruteins.
‘certainly… … ‘
Wasn’t the current head of the house, Marquis Jeremiah, your Excellency?
How could there be someone who insults Brutene in the center of Brutein?
It was a Rimbell that could not be understood with his own head, but it seemed to make his brain more confused.
“Uh… … ”
Those in uniforms permitted only to the head of Brutein appear one by one from the basement.
He blinked his blue eyes dozens or even hundreds of times.
‘ah… … ‘
Then it comes to mind.
The fact that in Bruteins there is a mausoleum where talented previous heads of state put their bodies completely for posterity and for the Empire.
A corpse with a talent for magical powers by itself, even if there was little damage, it would be a good value to call it.
If they had the ability to steal, everyone would certainly choose to head to Brutein’s Cemetery rather than the Imperial Palace’s treasury.
Eventually, a total of 12 heads of squadrons lined up from side to side, and Ferzen, whom he had dedicated his allegiance to, walks out from the other side… …
Rimbell felt a thrill that could not be described in words.
‘father… … ‘
Giving allegiance to this man named Ferzen was by no means a bad choice.
Recalling his father, who is now in the North, Rimbell clenched his fists.
The resounding song of iron reminds us of the fear of the coming war, but somehow now evokes a strange uplifting feeling.
Even so, if they were watching this scene in front of them, everyone would have done it.
The pillar that supported the Ernes Empire, the symbol of the imperial family.
The Bruteins did not simply mark their allegiance in history.
At the most perilous moment of the Empire, it was once again trying to recreate its history.
It is said that the Bruteins never turn their backs on the Empire, and their past transcends time and seeks to open up the future of the Empire ahead of the present.
‘… … ‘
yes, like this
How could the imperial family not favor Brutein?
Just by becoming his limbs and being with him, his loyalty rises in an instant.
How does the imperial family, supported by their unchanging loyalty, feel?
I do not know.
I don’t know, at least for this moment.
As the nobles of the Elmark Empire looked at Empress Gremory.
In Rimbell’s mind, the picture of defeat in the war could not be drawn at all.
Looking forward to those who have not yet been born.
devaluing those who live.
A world that praises those who have already died.
Obviously, Rimbell was living in such a world, but they no longer feel absurd.
Who dares to call them dead!
“Rimbell.”
“Yes, yes–!”
“What are you doing there?”
When Ferzen, who was arranging her sleeves at the center of the previous generations, exuded an overbearing dignity as always, Rimbell wiped her eyes in haste.
Neither too happy nor too sad.
Why did this body show tears?
“Oh no——!”
Rimbell, who answered in a loud, standard voice, adjusts her posture.
Obviously, there will be no one in this world who will stand in their way, led by the history of Bruteins.
jerk.
Yes, right now.
Rimbell thought so.
There was an existence that dared to stand in the way of such Brutein’s history.
“count.”
A beautiful lady who looks very classy, with a girl as white as a rabbit behind her, and standing proudly in front of her.
“I think I have something to tell you.”
Laura de Charles Rosenberg.
Her mother arrives in front of Ferzen.
Obviously, the intimidation brought about by Brutein’s long history was great, but… …
Parents who always take care of their children have always been the greatest law in the world.
“… … ”
And only Laura behind him.
Looking at Ferzen and his mother, he hesitated.
I just hug the rabbit doll in my arms tightly.