When we approached the barian mob, the crowd showed obvious vigilance.

Is the number to the extent that I said just over 1000 people, not as much as I had imagined... the movement is dull and I can't feel a unified movement.

I imagined a more "thug" feeling, but the crowd surrounding the mountain house was not rampant.

Sounds like you're raising your voice to protest like demonstrators in one way or another.

The crowd has not reached full-scale clashes with the army led by his uncle Rodrigue.

Me and Rodrigue are working together to rule Lioncool.

Is that what produced something strangely far-fetched between the Variants and Rodrigues and avoided armed clashes...... I can see Rodrigues talking aloud to the crowd in the distance.

But there seemed to be rubbing and poking, and some of them were bleeding.

"…… the army, stop here, with Dream…………"

"Okay. Just the three of us."

Lolo absorbs my intentions exactly.

Me and Rollo approach the crowd ahead of the army.

The only thing that goes on is the Dream.

"Make way! Master Baryan is coming through!!

The crowd turned as Lolo raised his voice.

I can hear reactions such as "Mr. Baryan" and "Yum Yum" everywhere.

I wanted to show myself and make a vigorous appeal, but I didn't have the energy.

What they saw was me bracketed around the dentist's desk, with all the dirt on top and bottom.

"Kill the poisonous woman!

"It's revenge!

Someone screamed.

As I responded to that voice, it didn't take long for the crowd's twitching to turn into anger.

"Dear Barian! This guy tastes bad!!

"... no, proceed to the mountain villa..."

Like scratching the crowd, Lolo said, "Master Barrian is coming through!!," he proceeds with a yell.

"Balian! Are you all right!? Open up there! Pass the variant!!

I can hear my uncle.

I was kind of stunned by the bustle.

"... yes,... but...!

Dream has spoken to me in some way, but I can't hear him.

Sorry, I feel so bad.

I spit out my stomach fluids.

Lolo is yelling at the crowd.

I've never seen Lolo so angry.

... No, I'm sleepy.

… My body hurts.

I let go of my consciousness here.

………………

I woke up in a familiar room.

It's a mansion in the capital.

"…… dreams, ochi?

I try to move my body, but my muscle ache prevents me from even moving.

My whole body hurts.

Apparently it's not a dream.

Her clothes and body were clean.

"Have you noticed? Please make yourself at home."

I was accidentally called out...... looking at you.

There was a grandfather I didn't know about.

… who?

Has a barrel of blood and an unfamiliar blade...... suspicious.

Usually with this kind of development, wouldn't my wife (Smina) or my sister (Katia) be holding me up crying?

What is it?

"Which one is it?

"I am Lano, the son of Yuri. I am a doctor in the territorial capital. It's called to your mansion."

Lano has a white moustache.

Looks like he had blood on his hand, and he feels like a splatter as he sees it.

... I have no idea what Lano is...

I've never seen or heard of it.

"It's a lie. I don't know you."

"No! That's just Master Baryan staying healthy!

Lano turned back with a great deal of reactions.

It's horrible.

Lano brings his bloody face closer with a crying face "Believe me"...... I honestly want it to stop.

"Okay, I'm sure I've never been sick before... so why is it bloody?

"Yes, I applied bleeding (shaking) and bled badly. Then he regained consciousness for a short while."

Lano is proudly swelling his nose.

... bloodletting (shuddering)... yeah, it works...

Having said that, I feel a lot better.

I checked my left arm and there was something like a scratch.

See six stories for leukemia.

"Well, I'm sorry. Seems a lot better."

"Yes, the fever seems to have dropped thanks to the bleeding. Above all."

Lano started to prepare things like medicine...... at least I want my hands washed.

"Is this poison or disease?

"It's poison. Your body does mahi with poison made from mukade and bees. There are various treatments, but it is instant to bleed badly"

Lano ran out of confidence.

I roar "Mmm-hmm" at that figure.

I don't recall being poisoned, or eating the same thing as everyone else... then it might have been painted on enemy weapons.

"Stay down and say it's poison. Explain to me it's an epidemic."

"Okay. I'm going down now, but call me if you need anything."

Lano easily understood.

If you go in and out of the Count's mansion, you may get used to this kind of thing.

Lano walked out of the room and I closed my eyes.

…… bleeding, poisoning………

In all my thoughts, I fell asleep at some point.

Whether or not hemorrhage has a medical effect is subtle.

However, even in modern times, bleeding is considered effective for some diseases, and bleeding may also occur in the treatment of polyhema and hepatitis C.

But it would be eyebrow spit if they told me it would work for detoxification or summer colds......

It may be case-by-case, but it is also true that there is a lack of scientific evidence for many of them.

This view of Lano is a complete misdiagnosis, but there is no reason for the variants to know.

After this, Varian misinterprets bleeding (shaking) as an effective treatment for poisoning and spreads it with Lioncool… In a sense, this would be useless.

Happiness or unhappiness coincided with the time when the variant received bleeding (shaking) and the time when his health improved.

There are as many examples in the world of misperceptions on the part of exchangers as there are of misguided policies.

………………

Then

It took about half a month for my body to recover.

In the meantime, I was hanging out at home with Smina and the doctor, pretending to be Smina and rubbing Katia's ass.

Nice ass.

When Katia gets married, she won't be able to easily sexually harass her... Forgive me for this position.

Later, when the samurai used the urine bottle, something seemed to wake up in me.

Yeah, well, I forgot... peace.

The peace negotiations with Dream centred on his uncle Rodrigue and became entangled.

The crowd surrounding the mountain villa said they learned that Floria would be taken by the Dream, that is to say banished from Lioncool, and cheered.

I don't know what's in Dream's chest at this time.

They say that as they raised their anger, I protected the mountain villa without being frightened...

In fact, he had just passed out on the horse, but the crowd was calmed down by the shape I protected, and the mountain house was safe, he said.

However, there is one problem… Floria was pregnant.

Rudolph's kid.

Dream, who found out about this, said he was furious and had a big fight with Rudolph about the beating.

At the end of the day, he didn't go double knocking down in the dirt of the sunset...... and it seems that the dull (still) clear-cut Rudolph was cotempered by the active burly Drealm.

That would be no choice.

But I had a younger sibling than my son... it's kind of complicated.

Tristan and his new siblings appear to have been taken over by the Dreams on condition of a permanent waiver of their inheritance rights.

In the first place, people with high inheritance legitimacy like Tristan don't like to go outside their territory because they risk recruiting soldiers outside and waging a war of inheritance.

It would be a little better if you had a promise like "I will never go back to Lioncool" like this one... but the problem is that if you are willing to break your promise, you can break it.

If I had taken the lead in peace, I would never have allowed Tristan and his new siblings to leave the realm.

Rodrig has a little sweet judgment around here.

... Well, you're someone off the vortex of inheritance... I guess you don't know the image...

I have something to say, but I couldn't even get to the negotiating table. I'm not in the mood to complain.

I accepted this ruling.

In other words, the winner of this war is Floria.

She completed her purpose, "Protecting Tristan." It is truly my mother's obsession.

Rudolph's family life completely collapsed.

The relationship with Lucienne broke by the time it was irreparable in this case, and he went to King's Capital without a word to me.

The point is running away from home.

The active Count ran away.

I don't know why anymore.

The head of the local administration relinquished his duties for ineffective reasons of "running away" … it became quite a fuss and his uncle was very busy dealing with it.

... Well, even though I deserve it, I have no room or sympathy for Rudolph.

My son and brother took my power away from me, I broke up with my mistress, my wife hated me... I don't think I might even run away from home.

But there is one problem… Rudolph ran away from home as an active Count.

As a result, Rudolph is ruled by the Lionkur family in the King's capital and I am ruled by the Reichstag.

Some kind of dual rule has begun, but it's definitely my initiative that's holding back the territory.

An end was struck to the long-standing successor struggle over the Count.

From here on out it will be a bit of a future story... I will occasionally write from Rudolph... looking forward to hearing from Kim's heartless and my new siblings "guys".

Yes, Rudolph, who hid in the Wang capital, surrounded a large number of mistresses from slavery and mass-produced children… non-existent children who did not succeed the governor, but the Lioncool family had a negative legacy that would continue to haunt those who named him "Rudolph's bastard" for decades to come.

I can only comment that he is the slave harem of my real father... wow.

I started, and Rudolph mistakenly thought he'd picked up Floria, and I was even impressed with him, "Did you love Floria that much?" But it seemed completely different.

... Rudolph and Floria, considered synonymous with immorality, they had the future they wanted.

And what I got...... well, the biggest one would be the victory of the successor feud.

It is subtle, however, whether it is worth the money it has gained until it has spent enormous war expenses, killed soldiers and bore new stigma.

I was a suspect in the murder of my brother, locked up my father and banished my father and sister-in-law.

It is already a complete villain of the times (heel).

"The strong, cheating, bad one"

This is the world's image of me.

... well, fine... next time you let him live...

Rudolph and Floria pushed towards their own ends, whatever mud or stigma they wore, with the results they wanted.

I learned a lot from these two.