Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

It was only then that I realized that I had forgotten a very important fact.

He was a Human.He was still alive.

I don't know if I'm already dead, but wouldn't I be afraid of death if I were a living human? It is also a slow and steady death, as though it were slowly closing its throat.

He just hid it. I'm just trying to pretend I don't know.

For me, and for myself and your dreams. I pretended not to feel guilty for what was left behind.

“Boo, please. ”

Lycaen continues to speak in a voice he can no longer hear.

“Don't leave me! ”

Huff!

I feel like I'm jumping up and down again. It's strange that I feel so uneasy. But that's not the point.

I opened my mouth quietly.

“Trust me.”

Suddenly, he stopped trembling violently.

“If I die again, I won't betray you. My life, given once again, will all be for you and my cause! So trust me! ”

Was it a little reassuring? The stiff body slowly began to relax. And very comfortable eyes.

He had a light smile on his mouth.

“I believe you, my friend. ”

Suck!

Hey, what's this? I think something's getting out of him. I knew, as a ghost, that people might not feel it.

He was dying, Lycaen.

It was then.

What are you doing? ’

The voice that shakes me, the soul. I lie reflectively on Lycaen's body.

Suddenly, my whole body started to tremble.

It was a sensation.

It was a ‘sensation’ that only a living human could feel after becoming a soul.

That's the feeling of being alive!

Suddenly, my eyes brightened, and something started to smudge up beside the bed where I was lying.

“Huh! Lee, Lycaen? ”

Lycaen stands in a state of translucent, rear-visible spirit, which was just my appearance.

“I don't think I'll be staying long. ”

“What, what? ”

“Everything I have, I have given to you. ”

And Lycaen's soul began to fade faintly as she feared the end of her words.

“Lee, Lycaen! ”

I shouted, "Blow your throat out." But his soul was already completely scattered.

“Gong, Gong Gong! What's the matter!”

Suddenly, it came from outside.

What about this? ’

I could understand. I was able to understand what this place had never understood until now.

But I couldn't answer.

As if all my energy had gone out of my body, I couldn't stop talking anymore.

I was tired.

My whole body was as heavy as a watered cotton ball, as if I'd been fighting all day.

I just wanted to sleep like this.

Chapter 3. The Beginning of a New Life (1)

“Hey, bro! ”

The sound coming from behind his back stops Rothes from reflexively making an impression. However, the frowned face suddenly turned into a bright smile.

Lycaen was sitting on the floor, sweating all over her eyes.

He bent his knee with his hips spread out on the floor, and twisted his head with his arms folded, and added a wry smile.

Where the hell did you learn to do that? ’

Rothes thought about it inside, but he asked with a smile on the outside.

“Oh, Confucius. Did you just call for me? ”

Lycaen smiled and asked again.

“Well, who else is here? ”

“Hahaha, I see. ”

Rothes scratches his head with a puzzled grin.

“Anyway... I see you're running like a poop dog. What's your emergency?" ”

‘Poop dog……. ’

At that, Rothes looks no longer surprised.

‘What the hell……. ’

It was only ten days ago that Lycaen miraculously recovered as if she were about to die.

And from that day on, Lycaen became someone else.

Lycaen was a great figure in many ways. Beauty enough to be called a sculpture, which the same man can sometimes see but can't find other words, even if they don't suit the appearance of a man.

Rich knowledge and a brilliant brain that will not be blocked in any conversation with any master.

A swordsmanship praised by Earl Reyron Frones, the imperial guard's finest swordsman.

And a precious gift that would make a drop of water and even a speck of dust old-fashioned if it were around.

However, after the illness was healed, the quality disappeared. Instead, he took his place with a rugged expression and confusing words.

After seeing and hearing it for the past ten days, Rothes was still embarrassed even though he had gotten used to it. And eventually he said, "I can't stand it."

“Confucius…. I've already told you many times, but the way you talk now will hurt your dignity as a nobleman. ”

To be precise, it didn't hurt my dignity, but it looked like someone else. But when I said that, the answer was always the same.

“Aigoo! It's not like dignity is feeding you, so mind your own business!”

Horses themselves are respectful, but it sounds very sarcastic because of the added slowness.

“Where are you running off to anyway? ”

“Oh, yeah. I was on my way to report to the Earl about the revenue from this harvest. ”

“Oh, I see. ”

Lycaen nodded as if he knew something new. Then he stared at Rothes.

I'm not saying anything. If I stare at you like this, I feel pressure to say something if I get dizzy. I noticed that Lycaen's whole body was covered in sweat, looking for something to say.

“I take it you've been practicing your sword? ”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Right. Would you be interested? ”

“Oh, no. But now that you've become healthy enough to train like that... ”

“Well, you could say that. Now, let's get to work.”

“Yes, I'll be going now. Confucius.”

Rothes hurriedly replied as if he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, then turned straight away. Of course, there's no need to tell Riccianne that you were impressed as soon as you turned your back on her.

"How many times has it been? ’

He asked you to call him and talk to him for no particular reason, then throw a sarcastic word at him. It was a quarrel or a nagging without a deep thought. Rothes was experiencing this situation several times a day.

Rothes' face, frowning and walking, became instantly stiff.

‘Are you... aware of that? ’

Suddenly, I feel creepy riding on my back. But soon, I shook my head.

‘No way. If I had known, I wouldn't have done that... ’

Rothes tried to erase the thought in his mind, but he had to make a suspicious face again.

Then what the hell is wrong with him? ’

It was really unknown.

‘Hmm, he must be up to something...' ’

Lycaen folds the deep wrinkles in her brow as she looks at Rothes walking aloud.

What he just did was he was picking on Rothes, as he knew. And it was one of the habits that Likayenne, Jang Yun-nim, who is now a Likayenne, showed to his servants when he was in the middle school.

Whoever's up to something is determined to stick around until it comes out. When people are constantly being harassed for no particular reason, they eventually become mentally obsessed. Then all that's left is to keep an eye on it and catch the last remnants.

"It's time to reveal our true colors, but I don't see the possibility." ’

Lycaen tilts his head and ponders the conversation with Rothes. Then I smiled and muttered.

“Why are you worrying about my health... hmm?! ”

Something was wrong.

“By the way, I said that earlier today. ”

No matter how much it sounds like an unwittingly thrown horse and acts without a reason, it still contains the heart of the person.

At the moment, the soul and Jang Yun's name contained in the body of Lycaen are very well aware of this fact. One of the things he gained in real combat was that.

A battlefield where countless lives can be lost in an instant is the place where humans can be most honest. In such a place, every word of the man's heart comes out unfiltered.

Jang Yoon-nam watched countless such sights, and then he could see that it was the same even if it wasn't an urgent place called the battlefield.

Lycaen looks back at all of his conversations with Rothes over the past ten days and looks at them slowly.

‘Yeah, he used to say that when he didn't have anything to say. ’

Of course, it may have been natural to ask for such greetings. Even though she looks healthy now, she reached the threshold of death just a few days ago.

However, Lycaen was able to sense the emotions embedded in it, even if it was a small conversation. It was one of the lessons he learned during Abigail's battlefield.

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