TLed by NolepGuy
Chapter 91
When I first fell into this place.
I had possessed the body of a Young Child in the slums.
A lean, gaunt body.
A fragile physique that would make my stomach growl with hunger if I moved even a little.
-What the hell.
A face identical to my previous life, with the only difference being the hair color.
The memories of my past life were not pleasant, filled with unhappy memories.
Memories of being born to a prostitute and being abandoned.
Memories of starving to death, a bleak and depressing life.
At first, I wandered around a lot, and I even cursed the god who had given me this possession, asking why I had been given a life as a noble if I was going to be possessed.
But the human desire to survive gave me the passion to live.
So, I started begging.
-Pretty lady! My future husband is trembling with fear.
-Huh? You’re talking to me? I’m over 40 years old.
-Oh, I meant to say miss, not lady.
-Haha, you’re really funny.
Although my body was ordinary, I used my memories of earning pocket money at Seoul Station in my previous life to slowly improve my life.
After all, I was a professional at this.
I lived a carefree life, laughing at the tin cans of little kids who were begging and showing off my own full can while teasing them.
-What are you looking at, beggars?
Even I thought I was crazy back then.
When I got my money stolen by a big guy, I would even throw stones at him in the dark alleys.
-Did you eat well with my money, you Orc?
-Y-yeah… let’s talk about something else.
-This is Excalibur, filled with love.
Around the time I had been living in the alleyway for a year.
I naturally became the king of the alleyway.
I wasn’t a great guy who did drugs or committed crimes, but I was the king of the kids in the slums.
-From now on, call me “Boss”.
-But I’m older than you.
-So what? Can you earn more than me?
-If you earn a lot, then you’re the brother.
I got beaten up a lot.
I was even dragged away by other vagabonds and got group lynched, but I managed to survive and became a hero to the kids in the slums.
Maybe it was because I projected my past life as an orphan onto the kids, but seeing the malnourished kids didn’t feel good.
It was like seeing my own past, and I knew how hard it was to live as an orphan.
I think that was the first time I did something like volunteer work.
And I had to fill my own stomach too.
That’s how I lived until I met the Young Lady.
Begging, fighting, and giving sermons to the kids about hope for a bleak future.
That was the life of the possessor, Lee Minhyuk.
One day.
A Silver-Haired Boy was lying on the street.
His whole body was bruised.
He looked like he could die at any moment.
-What’s wrong with this kid?
-Do you know him?
-No, it’s our first meeting.
-?
[Mikhail Lv. 2]
[Occupation: Unemployed]
[Favorability: 50]
[Favorite conversation topics: Family, Hungry, Not abandoned, Affection, Pain, Save me]
-Let’s take him with us.
That was my first meeting with Mikhail.
He doesn’t remember me, though.
*
Kyle was staring at me with cold eyes.
With a cigarette in his hand, he was taking in the cold winter air, and his blue eyes were filled with a burning emotion.
“I sent you a letter a year ago.”
“It was about Mikhail.”
“You know that well, don’t you?”
A year ago.
Kyle had sent me a letter filled with anger, asking me to tell him exactly what had happened with the Young Lady’s Dark Magic and to report everything about Mikhail.
It was a letter written out of love for his sister, who had been hurt by the Young Lady’s mistake, and a desire to make the commoner responsible.
It was a letter that required me to write malicious things about Mikhail.
About his relationships.
His weaknesses.
And the people he cared about.
Kyle told me to write everything down.
Now, Kyle was asking me if what I had written was true.
Although he was speaking calmly, the anger of the next head of the family was unimaginable.
As the silence grew longer, Kyle lit the cigarette butt in his hand with magic and turned it to ash.
“Why didn’t you send me information about that commoner?”
“I’m sorry.”
Kyle’s voice was heavy.
“I don’t understand.”
Kyle let out a deep sigh and asked me again in a calm voice.
“I investigated that guy, from before he was adopted by the nunnery to the present.”
“…”
“It was harder than I thought, and it cost a lot of money and time.”
“You must have had a hard time.”
“Yes, I did… but the more I dug, the less I found.”
Kyle took out a small paper from his pocket and showed it to me.
It was a photograph of young children with bright smiles, with a sign that said “Free Meal Center” and a Red-Haired Boy being hugged by a Silver-Haired Boy with a bright smile.
“Does this have anything to do with you and the Sword-Wielding Commoner being from the same slum?”
The silence grew longer.
Kyle, who was waiting for my answer, and I, who couldn’t answer easily.
I didn’t want to talk about the past, which was a bit gloomy.
As the silence grew longer, Kyle let out a deep sigh.
“I don’t think you approached our household with malice, or else I would have discovered it by now, and Father would have killed you.”
“I have no intention of doing that.”
Kyle’s eyes gleamed with a cold light as he asked me.
“Tell me about him.”
“May I ask why you’re asking?”
“I will make him take responsibility.”
Kyle’s voice was cold and terrifying, filled with a desire for revenge.
“I’ll make him pay for what he did, starting with the people he cares about.”
“That’s meaningless.”
“Are you saying that what my sister went through was meaningless?”
Kyle didn’t back down and answered me.
“That Guy hurt Olivia.”
“The cause is with us.”
“The conclusion is that Olivia got hurt.”
“And Mikhail too, because of us….”
“Whose side are you on now?”
The worry in my heart grew deeper as I saw Kyle clenching his fist and roaring with anger.
“Ricardo, do you think it’s right for a commoner to defy a noble?”
“No, I just said that because I’m Mikhail’s friend.”
“Friend? I heard you two didn’t get along at the Academy. Can you really call him a friend?”
“…”
“You’ve hit the nail on the head.”
Kyle said to me again.
“I’m going to make that commoner bastard know the weight of the name Desmond.”
“The Young Lady will not like that.”
“…”
When the Young Lady’s name came up, Kyle hesitated, and I took the opportunity to express my opinion to Kyle.
“Isn’t she someone you used to like? Even if your feelings have cooled down, I think the Young Lady would dislike it if Mikhail got hurt because of her.”
“You’re impudent. I think she’d be pleased instead.”
I looked up at the 3rd floor of the estate, where the Young Lady was sleeping, and said to Kyle.
“No, I don’t think so. Lord Kyle, you should know that the Young Lady likes to beat people up, but she doesn’t like killing them.”
“…”
“Even if that’s what she wants…”
I looked straight at Kyle and said.
“I won’t tell you anything about him.”
If I told Kyle about Mikhail, Yuria would also be in danger.
Since they’re already having a tough time as the renowned healer Mikhail and Yuria, who are like characters in a novel, I didn’t want to make them suffer more by having them meet the great evil that is Kyle.
Mikhail, that guy, is irrelevant.
But not Yuria.
Kyle took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
“Haa… I knew it.”
He nodded and took out something from his pocket, then handed it to me and said.
“Keep this until tomorrow evening.”
[I won’t lie.]
“If it were me a year ago, I would have killed that guy.”
“…”
“But Olivia seems to have grown up a bit, so I’ll let it slide this time. If something like this happens again…”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“You called him a friend, didn’t you?”
“Now he’s my Nemesis, that Lolicon bastard.”
“Lolicon?”
“That’s a dangerous statement that could get you arrested by the Imperial Army.”
Kyle clenched his mouth shut.
“I need to be careful.”
Kyle handed me a wooden signboard and turned to leave, walking towards the estate.
And.
-Wait.
“Thanks for protecting Olivia.”
He expressed his gratitude to me with kind words.
*
The next morning.
The Young Lady looked at the corner of the corridor where she had been punished the day before, her face sullen.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m being punished.”
“Did you get scolded yesterday too?”
“Yes.”
The Young Lady’s face contorted.
“Eeeek!!! Older Brother!!!!!”
I smiled slightly as I saw the Young Lady having a reality check.