Homncrus is NOT ROM - What Homncrus Has Returned Less Being In Another World - (WEB Version)

The purple clouds cover the sky, sounding like they pulled a gobble and a stone molar.

No grass grows in the wilderness covered with red brown gravel or pebbles, and no one goes ahead or follows.

Flying out of Lyzerbesse, I kept running toward the Imperial City with all my heart.

The belongings are water, a Sauern knife, and four flash stones.

You don't need to reveal the night in the field anymore, so it'll be enough baggage.

By now, the Imperial Theatre will be a crucible of excitement.

The best theatre ever played by good looking and entertaining actors.

Everyone in the audience gets their gaze nailed over the stage, the theater is disconnected from the world around them, and no one realizes I'm not there.

Yesterday, even as I saw through-the-earth archery and wept with emotion, I damn laughed at the length of the show.

With all this time, I can get inside the capital before they catch up, even if they come after me right after the show.

In that case, my win.

I can totally shake Mr. Cruz or Mr. Blade out......

You have to achieve your purpose, even by imitating the kind of people who sand me with their hind legs.

the purpose of delivering my body to Empire City.

My first memory was very similar to the sight I have now.

I remember driving alone in the wilderness under cloudy skies.

What's different now is that back then I didn't have the shoes to wear, the destination, and the memory to look back.

It was over 10 years ago.

The little legs are cut over and over on hard ground, scratchy bloody, and the stomach, not knowing how long it's been empty, raises a tightening pain, squeezing out all the moisture in your body and managing to run your body is so heavy that you don't think it belongs to you.

Still, I was kept running because I assumed that if I didn't move on, I would die.

I don't know why you thought that.

I can quite imagine why an elderly child in a miserable outfit has to run the wilderness alone.

It's not a rare story about escaped slaves or the survival of a village raided by monsters.

But it's a bit of a strange fate for a child to survive without dying.

In conclusion, I was protected before my life ran out.

Catherine von Liebendeld, the third daughter of the House of the Duke of Liebendeldo, one of the greatest nobles of the Ifestio Empire.

After 30, she was not blessed with a child's treasure, so that she would be expelled to the young side chamber where she had begotten her inheritance, isolated and, in disillusionment, swayed by a carriage headed to her parents' house.

In the middle of it, he found and picked me up as a half-dead man.

For me, meeting Master Catherine is no exaggeration when it comes to the second birth.

And Master Katrine also said she thought it was heavenly destiny to meet me.

God gave me an angelic daughter for failing to have children.

I am going to live in Master Catherine's house.

A hall in the Duke's territory is her residence.

Speaking of returning, the life of the Duke's Lady is nothing unfettered, and my body, which was thin and fading, also regained its skull and vitality.

Master Katrine said she was trying to adopt me, but it seemed difficult to add a nameless picker to the noble clan in the position of the Duke's house, and me and Master Katrine could not be in parent-child relationships.

Still, I think the less than three years that Katrine and I spent together were the calmest and happiest months for me.

But those days of serenity suddenly ended.

The Marquis Lauringen, the daughter-in-law of Lady Catherine, was eager to connect with the House of the Duke of Leavendeld as factional strife within the Empire intensified, and he was trying to reconnect his kinship by calling her back.

The Duke of Leavendeld also wanted to take the Marquis of Lauringen into his own faction, and he was happy to offer Catherine if he was going to be (...) a returning stone girl or (...) a (...).

Of course, Master Catherine didn't want that.

But her life was rooted in the power of the house, and she could not live away from it, nor could she be forgiven.

Lady Catherine was terrified and anxious that she had to go back to the house where she was separated and expelled, crying like a child at night.

I wanted to be a benefactor and a supporter of what could be described as my mother, and we crossed the lay of the Marquis of Rollingen together with the treatment of a side-by-side maid.

But living in the Rollingen family was harsh for Master Catherine.

During the years without Catherine, the Rollingens were held by Patricia, the side chamber, and the servants also treated Catherine like a swelling.

Not only did the Marquis, assuming he avoided all contact with his wife, Lady Catherine, but he also did not try to hide how well Patricia and her children were getting along.

To the best of my knowledge, Master Catherine was serene and grand in character, but I was nevertheless devoured by the days when the woman who deprived me of my husband's love kept me to death.

And a cold, cold winter morning.

Master Katrine... fell to a pond in the mansion's backyard and died.

It was supposedly an unfortunate accident where my legs slipped and fell into a pond, my heart freezing over the cold of the water and I died suddenly.

Why were you walking in the garden in a sleeping roll on a cold morning when the pond water would freeze?

Was I the only one in the mansion who had that question?

Only the shapes were lavish funerals, but were there any attendees who thought about her death?

Marquis, Patricia, children, servants, singing everyday as if nothing had happened.

On the night of the funeral, I hugged Master Katrine in the dress she was wearing and cried alone.

I felt extra vain when I thought I was the only one with this irretrievable emptiness.

I lost my base. I was ready to be kicked out, but I didn't.

The Rollingens welcomed me as their real child.

Because after Katrine's death, she craved a human being with blood from both sides to stay connected to Leavendeld's house.

That was the same with the Leavendeld family.

On the face of it, he made me a child that was made between the Marquis of Lauringen and Master Catherine, as a testament to the bond between the two families.

The parent-child relationship with me, which Master Katrine could not have achieved as much as she wanted, was lightly fulfilled after her death.

Thus, at the age of ten, I became the eldest daughter of the Rollingen family, Almeria von Rollingen.

I can't even draw a fairy tale about a child who was supposed to go to death in the wilderness accidentally climbing up to a grand aristocratic maid. It's a total convenience.

Just a few hours after I left Lyzerbesse I reached the Imperial capital.

The imperial capital is surrounded by a tall stone wall of more than 20 metres in a castle fortified city far larger than Lyzerbesse.

Strict security is laid near the city's entrance and exit, but I get closer from the front without paying attention.

Then the guards called me off and asked me to ID him.

I showed the back of my hand to the guards and chanted.

"My blood is the genealogy of the great Reeben.

Look at the blood tide in your hands. "

A crest of red light appears on the back of your hand with burning pain.

It's a staggering crest of shields and bows intertwined like flames.

It is the family crest of the Rollingen family, a rotten (Leibertein) flaming bow (Ifestian).

I didn't teach Mr. Cruz and the others. My magic [Red Contract (Brutmirage)] is magic that sneaks or makes you represent letters and pictures that come up in response to magic beneath your skin.

The guard who sees the Marquis family crest painted on the back of his hand realizes that I am an official of the Duke's family and looks at me in the face of tension.

"Please inquire with us as soon as possible.

Almeria's back, I'll tell you. "

The guard gave a bissi and firm salute and ran inside the gate.

Then I lost so much, and my passage clearance went down to me when the inquiry was complete.

Entering the Imperial City, I head straight for an out-of-town mansion.

The mansion is the property of the Rollingen family, but we do not live alone.

Almost as well as ruins.

But before that, a man in a hooded jacket was waiting for me.

The face was hidden with a deeply worn hood, but thick trunks, like the trunk of a large tree, nearly two metres long, swollen muscles enough to tell even from above the clothes.

It's obvious if you're someone who knows him.

We stepped into an unpopular mansion and locked it from the inside after entering a room that would have been a guest room further back.

He removes the hood of his coat and reveals the look.

A boneless face characterised by a grossly contour and sharp eyes like a twister will determine that whoever sees it is a samurai.

And in my country he is the synonym for samurai.

"His Excellency Iscarios.

It's late, but Almeria von Liebendeldo.

Returned from duty. "

I knelt and bowed my head against Master Iscarios.

He is the most powerful transcendent in the Ifestio Empire and the Supreme Commander of the Demon King's Crusade Army - General Eternal Seung - Dear Iscarios Amdo Calharias.

He is also my cousin, ostensibly because he is also the son of Dear Catherine's brother.

"Daiyi"

He said so without emotion.

His attitude, with few words and intimidation, remains the same from an early age.

So I also know he has no malice.

Master Iscarios was a child five years older than me and made with the mistress of the Marquis Calharias.

The Marquis Calharias family was a family of samurai who were aristocrats but had fought for generations at the forefront of the Demon King's War, naturally with many casualties of war.

Whether it was a mistress's child, therefore, there was a custom that planted an English talent education and made it a force of war to support the house.

Therefore, Master Iscarios also provided for the same mansion premises as the children in the front room, but naturally the treatment cannot be equal.

Having been taught to work out his body, polish his moves, and finally give his life for his succession as a shield of flesh, he wore an overly patient nature that did not put his own emotions on the table from among his children.

But Master Catherine saw such a nephew and said she had always treated him with tenderness from an early age.

He made frequent visits to the Catherine-like Hall where he came out, and met me when I was picked up.

I was honestly scared of the giant, silent Master Iscarios, but Master Katrine has advised me to get along with him.

I also wanted to respond to that if Master Katrine wanted to, and when he visited, I tried to stay as close as possible, but he came to see Master Katrine, not to amuse a little girl who didn't know where the horse bones were, and he kept his grumpy face and silence.

Honestly, I regretted it.

Even after Master Katrine remarried him to the Rollingens, Master Iscarios came to see him from time to time.

Around that time, he belonged to the Knights of Aldebaran and had a tough day going back and forth with the Empire and the battlefield.

The Knights of Aldebaran, supposedly the majority of whom are famous adventurers, are one of the best fighting groups in the empire.

Their mortality rate, which always puts them on a dangerous battlefield, will not be the ratio of the other Knights.

But he was coming to show Master Catherine his survival and grandeur.

On the contrary, Master Katrine was physically and mentally ill with a life in which she could strangle herself in earnest at the Rollingen family.

I had no reason to know back then how Master Iscarios felt about her losing weight and getting tight on her face.

Not so much since the death of Master Katrine, and returning from the battlefield, Master Iscarios learned of the fact and was visited by a grave under my guidance.

I turned and knelt before my grave a lovely bouquet of red and yellow colorful flowers that did not suit my boneless look.

I couldn't ask him for his expression, but his wide back looked like he was crying.

That's when I was reminded that he truly loved Master Catherine.

Since then, he has not come to Rollingen's mansion.

Meanwhile, as a successor to Leavendeld's blood, I will have more opportunities to visit connected aristocracy.

Sometimes I visited the Calharias family where he was.

Mostly, busy, he wasn't on his own territory, but when he was lucky enough to be face-to-face, we talked about each other's recent developments.

Every time I met him, he was promoted and ran up the street of birth once in a while with the Knights, from the Knights, from the Knights.

His way of treating me was the same, he just looked silent and sinister.

But I missed that, and I was a little happy.

And now two years ago, the fringe lifted up on him.

He was just twenty years old, and I guess sometimes he could stay in a very high position and didn't leave his surroundings alone.

It can also be said that by then it is the general will of the imperial people that they want to increase the number of children who inherit that excellent blood, because they knew that he was the transcendent (Irregular), the owner of the power that pulled out of the group among them.

So I also purely hoped that he would be blessed with good fortune.

This is the kind and large opponent that Iscarios, who has a thin edge on something called his family, can forgive his heart...... if he is tied to someone like Katrine, it is something I thought he would moderate.

So when I found out that your opponent was my sister, Lexie, the eldest daughter of the Rollingen family, I was not sorry.

Lexie is an eclampsia, tyrannical, jealous, typical aristocratic wagamma daughter.

He also relentlessly folded and harassed me.

Nevertheless, I didn't mean to tell Master Iscarios that.

I didn't think I would treat him like Iscarios, and I didn't want to bother him by saying anything extra.

But Lexie seemed unhappy with his relationship with him, too.

She prefers a dignified, poetry orchestral prince, and a boneless soldier, he doesn't seem to fit into your glasses.

It's disrespectful millions.

I've always thought it was funny that Lexie, who occasionally gives the nobleman a seriously humble look on top of his uncluttered face and body, has a strong attachment to the appearance of his lord.

Still, she was too highly qualified to choose who to marry through her preferences, and she was intelligent enough to say so.

As a result, Lexie spoiled and accepted the marriage, but never stopped seeing the man of her choice.

I couldn't stand it and for the first time I came to meet Iscarios with a promise attached to me myself.

The meeting place was a lookout tower near the Army Auditorium, and I was looking down on the town from above it until he arrived.

I was surprised by my unexpected behavior as I looked at the blurry landscape.

I thought myself, I was a cooler person than people.

I guess the factor is a lot that life was decided where it had nothing to do with me, such as the aristocratic dating and power relationship, but I think I was used to giving up.

But I didn't want to be watching Master Iscarios give up on his miserable contract.

I think that was anger at irrationality rather than coming from friendship or love.

After the promised time, some time later he ran up the stairs and showed up in front of me.

He's been diving through a harsh battlefield, and his appearance, engraved with numerous scratches on areas that expose his skin, such as his face and arms, seems to be a used armor for many years.

It would be the opposite of Lexie's taste, but I looked like a boneless, rigid samurai.

"Late."

He apologizes for the delay in a way that doesn't look sorry.

"I don't mind.

Rather, the extreme of disrespect, such as the fact that someone like me calls His Excellency the General.

I beg your pardon. "

I lift my skirt gently and bow my head.

Then he said,

"You came in the carriage today."

And I shrugged.

I was surprised by his point and asked why I found out,

"I have wrinkles on my clothes.

That's what happens when you sit in a carriage for a long time.

But the usual lord will keep all his freshly lowered clothes on.

Get dressed from your traveling outfit. "

And, he pointed out.

I did use a carriage.

Because I didn't tell the people at home and there were no people sitting in the same car, so I didn't have to walk outside the carriage with care.

But I never told him that I was being treated like that.

I asked him why he knew that.

"Your Lord is childhood friendly.

How can you not know the battle of your Lord? "

You said he was fighting for the way I was just giving up and spoiling and accepting.

I will deny his great appreciation.

"It's not a fight or anything.

Living in a living, dirty, unbridled home, just neglected. "

self-derisively said. After he had heard my words,

"Living will be a battle"

He said and turned away from me.

Meanwhile, I can no longer take my gaze off his side.

Because I know it.

That he knew about my situation and kept an eye on me.

"You guys get along."

That's what I said. That I kept my promise to you, dear Catherine.

I thought I was nowhere near the world.

But he, Master Iscarios, watched over me like that.

I was so happy about that.

"And what can I do for you?

Until I called Noon on purpose. "

I suddenly lost track of his questioning.

That my business is too vulgar a story.

And to have to see how he reacts to being told such stories.

Master Iscarios laughed with his nose when I told him about Lexie's infidelity and preferences without a shortage.

"It seems Sir Rollingen was also unable to educate his daughter.

He said it was like a rat knocking down a pillar of a house like a daughter-in-law without chastity. "

"You may say you heard it from me.

You are the key stone of the Empire.

Shall not be heartbroken by the iniquity of his wife in the midst of the battle, and his sword shall be dull. "

I didn't think about my own protection or anything more than I did before.

I am also ready to be harmed by upside-down Lexie and the Rollingen family.

However,

"I don't mind.

I don't even want to get married.

Instead, if a man could fulfill his duties as husband, it would save him a lot of trouble. "

I doubted my ears for what Iscarios said.

"No!

Are you going to give me the fame and wealth you have built on your own to a child who doesn't even know his or her nature!?

"It's the same with Non who doesn't know his identity.

It would be something similar. "

I'm stuck in words.

"The value of Non is only force as transcendent.

And this power is not inherited.

There are seventeen transcendents present in the Imperial Army, not a single one inherited from their parents.

It pays more than God and is a one-generation power.

Then Non's mission is to inspire as much strength as he has a mandate, and only to drive out the demon king's army.

I'm not interested in Nong's post-mortem home.

Thoughts about Miss Lexie are like this.

There's no point in blaming her for what she does. "

Talk to me. Never before has he rapped so much.

So sorry, I couldn't do it.