He would become the greatest monarch in history.
He said, “He’s been up there once, and there’s nothing he can’t climb again.”
Episode 1 It Was Good Not to Give Up
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Now there was only one step left.
[majesty! The Crown Prince has abandoned the war! It is a herald of surrender with a white flag!]
[This is His Majesty’s commandment to come up to the royal castle and receive the crown. Your Majesty has finally been recognized as the rightful heir to the throne!]
It was the moment when becoming king was right before his nose.
But it became just a dream.
Whoops!
Rough pain that rips through the skin.
A knife that someone stabbed was coming out of my chest.
“Duke? Why are you?”
He was definitely a loyalist I trusted.
He said he would be king and he was the only man who supported me when I had nothing.
Such a person was thrusting a dagger into my back.
Instead of answering, he whispered his wacky words.
“If I had met His Majesty a little earlier, maybe it would have been different. It’s too late.”
Even if others didn’t know, he knew he wouldn’t betray him.
He was the one who took me and made me dream of being a king.
But at the last moment, he stuck a knife in my back.
I died like that.
King Tenon’s seventh bastard, Ian.
With the duke, who once said there were only two people in the kingdom, as his patron, leaving only the succession ceremony to the throne. He ended his life so lonely without anyone knowing.
No, he just knew that.
By the way.
*
Ian was staring blankly in the mirror.
There was a little boy with a bewildered expression on his face.
A particularly conspicuous detection.
A body with no muscles.
At the very least, there were no royal symbols or weapons.
If there’s anything that can be appreciated, it’s the handsome face and golden eyes that are rare even on the continent.
However, Ion, who saw it, was embarrassed in a different way.
“Did I go back to the past?”
Ian was so excited that he didn’t even laugh.
He was certain whether he saw the scenery in the room or heard the voices of servants and serfs from outside, calling it the 32nd Harvest Festival.
He was obviously 12 years old at the time.
Far from entering the royal capital, it was a time before the duke’s knights had even come to find him.
Although Ian thought he was dreaming in vain.
“The peacock’s piercing wound remains.”
It was inconceivable.
Past childhood as well as progress to the heir to the throne.
He had never had a wound on his chest.
Except for the last moment the duke stabbed him.
“I have returned to the past, but the scars left by the duke remain intact.”
The scars that remained clear were not painful.
However, resentment and anger against those who left his wounds grew.
But what I don’t really understand.
“Why did you betray me?”
The duke had no reason to betray Ian.
He was of the blood of a king, but it was entirely the duke’s ball that made a mere bastard a real king.
He said that he betrayed Ian right before receiving the crown.
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand.
“Would it have been easier for me to be king? He could have taken over the kingdom at will.”
But one thing was certain.
‘I will make sure to pay the price for betraying me.’
And this time, he will never miss the throne on which he sits.
Anyway, the duke’s knights would come to pick him up sooner or later.
‘Until then, organize your luggage and make a slush fund.’
It was time to smile like that.
Bang!
Someone pounded hard on the door as if it was about to break.
“Hey mama! How long are you going to spread it?I’m thinking of you!”
“!”
“Didn’t you hear that the lord is coming because of the harvest festival and that you have to run before sunrise?”
Ian wanted to say goodbye.
He remembered something he had forgotten for a while.
‘right. At this time, I was a serf.’
That too, let alone free time, if you don’t work right away, you’re a slave to a bad supervisor who must be beaten!
*
“her. do you see this bastard? Harvest Festival is just around the corner, are you going to sleep late?”
The serfs threatened Ian, who had arrived late.
“Start work before the supervisor arrives! For those who haven’t finished their chores by the harvest festival, prepare yourself!”
“Ian! Your territory is from here to here!”
Ian barely moved his body as if reluctantly.
‘damn. What did I do?’
He now knows that he is of royal blood, but this time he is a serf.
It’s definitely something I did when I was younger.
“What are you doing now! Can’t you move straight?”
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Maybe it’s because I’ve been living in a peasant family for a long time?
The sickle I was used to when I was young, but now why is it that I’m not so used to it?
‘It’s difficult this way.’
Before leaving town, he had to hurriedly clear his mother’s grave and retrieve his belongings.
‘You must find it before entering the duke’s castle.’
In the future, without it, the duke would owe a huge debt.
But it must have been somewhere in the dorm, but I couldn’t find it no matter how much I looked for it.
It was time for Ion to guess where the relics might be as he traced back his memories.
puck!
“Ian!”
Ion fell at someone’s kick. And a voice was heard.
“You’re late for work, your hands are late, and you’re late. He’s not really doing anything right.”
It was none other than Supervisor Johnson who kicked Ion.
As he approached, the serfs he was working with looked at Ion with disgust.
Johnson had a happy face, as if he had caught the case.
“Slug. What did you eat wrong today? Really, why are you here?”
In one hand he held a whip.
Contrary to his irritable voice, his footsteps seemed very refreshing.
Seeing the supervisor humming to his hum, Ion glared at him.
Supervisor Johnson
This guy originally hated him and bullied him whenever he had time.
It wasn’t for any great reason.
‘This guy particularly hated my appearance.’
Even among the serfs, it is unlucky to say that it is unusually pretty and cute.
‘Honestly, if you have a body like that in your head, you’ll feel a sense of self-worth.’
So, for all kinds of reasons, such as being unable to work, he was insulted by various personalities, and sometimes even a club.
In order to avoid him, Ion purposely stained his face and walked around.
‘So the first impressions of the knights who came to find me were not very good.’
The disappointing expressions of the knights who looked at him were still vivid.
And the feeling of that first impression lasts surprisingly long, so you can ignore yourself. He struggled until he encountered the Duke.
But now it was different.
“Slug. Did you dress up so pretty today to look good to anyone? Are you excited that the lord is coming? yes?”
This time, even the dirt that had been buried on purpose was not buried.
That’s why Supervisor Johnson is harassing me as if he’s got more cases.
“why. How do you want to stand out from the Lord’s eyes? Yes, you are…”
It was time to push Ian’s forehead with his finger, saying it was a lowly job.
“···!”
Seeing Ian’s eyes, Johnson paused for a moment.
It was because his appearance was a little different from usual.
It was just clean, no, not for that reason.
‘what. This little boy.’
He just stretched his back and looked at him quietly.
However, his eyes and the spirit he felt were completely different.
In fact, Ian looked at the supervisor as if it were funny.was looking
‘I am not the old serf Ian.’
He was not a royal family who simply played and ate under the duke.
He had received a thorough education to become the only heir to the throne.
Anyway, for now, all I can do is straighten my back and look at my opponent slowly. It was just his basic posture.
-Turn your chin and never bend it.
That alone was enough.
You could tell by looking at Johnson’s reluctance to step back.
‘what?’
Supervisor Johnson was bewildered.
It was as if he had received it from the lord who always had to bow his head.
No, to be precise, he wasn’t a lord.
‘Perhaps one day the royal family who passed through the Arc de Triomphe…’
But the moment the thought went crazy, Johnson’s face turned white.
‘…to such a little boy, you’re royalty. what!’
Was it shameful to have felt that way even for a moment?
Johnson flashed his eyes around.
“hey! All of you guys stop working and gather around.”
At the overseer’s call, the serfs and his usual gang came rushing to him.
“Mr Johnson?”
“How the hell are you guys teaching your kids? I told you to get the education straight!”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“Okay. Hurry up with that.”
The gang looked at Ian with their tongues tickled.
“Isn’t that a bit silly?”
The other prisoners sighed and surrounded Ian to prevent him from running away.
Surrounded by the gang, Ian sighed.
“You got me right once.”
I guess it’s today
Two days before the harvest festival.
I remembered it exactly because it was the week before my 12th birthday.
‘They choose the time when the knights will come and argue.’
It was an unlucky day for these guys.
‘What. It won’t be any longer anyway, and I don’t need to look any further.’
But at Ian’s words, Johnson smirked.
“me? yes you got me right Today, I will make that unlucky face very fine.”
But Ian was calm.
Until recently, I couldn’t properly remember this guy’s evil deeds.
But as he was working, he thought back, and it wasn’t one or two things he suffered as a child because of the guy.
‘I used my supervisor’s identity to make me work late into the night and torment me every day.’
Assault and grinding are the basics, he starved himself and deliberately grilled meat in front of his eyes.
Of course, that wasn’t the only thing.
‘Come to think of it, did that child take care of the serfs’ burdens?’
Having made up her mind, Ion looked around and said.
“Don’t come here with a bastard bastard. Let’s solve it together like a man.”
At those words, everyone looked at Ian in amazement.
The gang also burst into laughter as they looked at the supervisor and Ian.
But Ian smiled triumphantly.
“why? Can’t you fight alone because you’re afraid?”
Johnson’s eyes twinkled.
His disgusting gaze turned to Ian’s shriveled body.
“Don’t make me very inhumane.”
The gang also burst out laughing at Ion.
“Slug. Stop talking to me.”
“okay. Supervisor has been recognized for his work in this great swordsmanship…”
But Ian didn’t listen and looked around.
And he picked up a long stick. It was a thin thing that was rolling around in the field.
“Everyone looked at me and said I was a dunjae. It would be nice to be able to defeat a soldier or two at best, let alone a knight.”
Ian slowly swung his stick and approached the supervisor.
“But it was. I suffered so much that I was only able to take down one or two soldiers. So everyone said that to me. I’m telling you to give up your sword.”
Johnson snorted at Ian’s remark.
“What the heck was it from a while ago?Are you talking?”
“But I’m glad I didn’t give up.”
“What?”
Ian raised the stick.
It was the standard of swordsmanship he had learned in the past.
“Because I had something to use like this.”
The tip of his sword was pointed at Overseer Johnson.
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