Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

Obviously, my life was twisted.

Obviously.

Otherwise, it can't be this bad.

There was only one thing my father wanted from me. Going into the army, raising a ball, raising a family. That's all my father had told me since the end of the year.

If someone heard it, they might say, "Why are you forcing it on your children?" But at least I didn't think so.

It was what I wanted, too.

After all, since I was a child, I only intended to join the army and build a ball and raise a family. I thought there was no other way for me.

Then he knocked on the door.

Just when the Emperor was raising his fever in North Jeong. Even after four times, his will did not fade.

Until then, I thought my life was perfect. Of course it was a mistake.

His Holiness collapsed into a disease in the camp.

And now the Emperor is in charge.

The first year of Hong Hee. That's when my life got twisted. The Emperor has withdrawn the army sent to the North.

The war is over.

And the record of my life ended there, too.

The war has ceased, and there is no chance of winning. It doesn't mean the job doesn't go up, but it doesn't give us as many opportunities as the exhibition.

White Tiger.

Meat products that consist of 122 commanders of the White Complaint.

That was my last job.

It was a pleasant start for me with my duties as a taxpayer, i.e., without customs or wealth. It was also a job given to an ancestor who had given quite a name in the past, but it was a pleasant result in the eyes of ordinary people.

Of course, I don't think that's a very good performance. Half of my objectives are half as good as the original six.

If a man has ambition, if he wants to go into the military and say he has fulfilled his ambition, he has to be at least the commander of Jungwoom.

You don't think I'm the one without a distribution, do you? The conductor is always the lowest limit. My real goal was to become a full time tycoon.

Until I was struck by a godforsaken lightning bolt.

And now I'm staring at this guy.

What's the conclusion?

I mean, it's bad luck to the end.

Chapter 1. Friends (1)

Obviously I'm dead.

I am certain, otherwise my body would not appear translucent, nor would a living person pass through my body.

So I'm definitely dead.

But……. Strangely, I'm not impressed. You think it's a twisted, twisted life? That's what it looks like to bring back memories. It was probably the moment when the lightning hit me, when my vision was all whitened.

I screamed my throat out, but my head was strangely clear. And the only feeling that filled my head with such clarity was emptiness.

It might be rather strange that an emotion can arise since you've ended your life in such a fascinating way.

Some may be cylindrical and unfair, but I am strangely devastated.

Anyway.

I thought if I died, I'd go to heaven or hell, either. But this is neither heaven nor hell. A very strange place, where there are people with very strange faces.

“Ugh, ugh! ”

Oh, here we go again. Damn it, he lies in bed half the time he's awake, making that sound for half the time.

I don't understand what you're saying here, but I know your name. It's even weirder that his parents come and call him by his name dozens of times a day.

Likayen.

I've heard them call him Reek, but that's probably his name, because most people call him Lycaen.

But I don't like him in Lycae. Why? If you're curious, I'll tell you why.

He was so handsome to me as a man. Cold-feel silver hair, intense red eyes, a crooked nose and big height, strong shoulders, and very well placed muscles.

Judging by the look of it, the woman looking at him would fall over the whole bag. It's disgusting to say this, but even if I was a woman, I would have fallen over.

But why would you like a guy who looks so sturdy and strong just laying there all day sick like that? What the hell is that guy?

Why do you keep looking?

Actually, that's why I'm such an asshole.

I can't leave.

Strangely enough, I can't get away from this chapter around Lycaen. It's like being trapped in an invisible wall. If he stays still when he moves, he'll be thrown into that invisible wall.

That's why I'm being dragged around by that guy. Fortunately, there's a street called this field, so I don't have to watch him poop?

Imagine that. The heart of a person who hears a sturdy and handsome man groan all day.... Oh, I'm not a person. I'm a ghost, right?

Anyway, you should know that I taste like dying every day.

If I hadn't been struck by his lightning... Phew! This twisted and twisted life...

Huh? He must have fallen asleep. Seeing how quiet he was. Eventually, I couldn't bear to say a word.

“Son of a bitch. And then you fall asleep again? ”

Of course, who will listen to me whine?

Oh, and here's another hard thing to do.

I'm sleeping.

When I became a ghost, I couldn't sleep. Do you know what this means? I mean, I have to watch him sleep with my eyes open for 12 hours a day.

It'll kill you if you listen to it, right?

It's the right answer.

There is a hatred in the world.

Some say that hate is really scary.

I guess that's true.

I've been here for two months. Today, I saw Lycaen who was practicing swordsmanship collapse and ran to raise him without even knowing it. Of course, I'm a ghost, so I can't raise a ghost.

The strange thing is, a man who prays for pain is as good as a sword. If I don't like the sword much, it looks really, really good to me. That's why he's even weirder. Shouldn't you be healthy enough to know how to use a sword?

The problem is that I reacted like that.

I can't believe I'm worried about that jerk.

Shit, something's not right.

It's not that I'm a grump, it's that the situation makes me unfair.

Actually, it is, isn't it? It's funny how I feel about being struck down by lightning after the war before I even got into the army for my family's sake.

That's why it's unfair.

“Oh, you son of a bitch! ”

Eventually, I couldn't stand it and yelled. Of course you can't hear me.

“Huff!”

I swallowed another false wind. It was another eye contact with Lycaen. I know you don't see me, but these days it seems to be happening quite often.

Anyway, I won't worry about him again. Well, worrying about me doesn't change anything, and I don't want to be alone.

But that commitment lasted only ten days.

“Huff, huff! ”

Of course I hear it in bed.

And that is, of course, the groaning of Lycaen. But this time it's different.

Usually, no matter how groaning and screaming, his face was fine. I'm telling you, his body was so strong that it didn't look like a sick person. His face also did not show any illness. But now my face is discolored.

I feel sorry for my face that has gone soft in just ten days. No, it's not sad. It's really sad.

“Hey, you jerk! What's wrong with you, you sick fuck? ”

“Am I so unlucky? ”

W-what did I just hear? Are you so unlucky? Is that what you call it? No, that's not the point. That's exactly what I'm saying. Who here knows how to speak a middleman?

No, is it weirder that there's someone who can hear me before?

No, no, no! Who the hell said that? Is there a ghost here other than me?

I turned my head slowly. The one where you heard the sound.

“Mmmm... ”

If the moaning that came out of my mouth... That's right, it's my moaning.

Likayen.

It was definitely that Lycaen who asked me in the words of the congressman. In fact, I knew as soon as I heard that voice. If you've been wandering around him ever since he became a ghost and you can't hear him, isn't that even weirder?

However, it was difficult to admit that reality.

The way he looked me in the eye, so precisely. Eventually, I couldn't bear it.

“Dammit! You knew I was here in the first place? ”

“Yes, my friend. ”

“Friend? Fuck. When did you see me, buddy? ”

“It's been over two months. ”

Well, come to think of it, I've been here two months. Since you said you knew I was here in the first place, you were right to see me for two months. Of course, that doesn't mean your friend is right.

Hmm? Wait, that's not the point.

“Wait, does that mean you have something to do with me not being able to get away from you? ”

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