A Genius Gamer, Reincarnated as a Hero - Chapter 53



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A genius gamer is reincarnated into a famous hero episode 53

Aspect of a hero (3)

After finishing the short conversation in the restaurant, Duke Kal-El immediately stood up.

I hadn’t even touched the food yet, but it didn’t matter.

“Let’s go.”

“yes.”

I didn’t question it.

I didn’t even ask where I was going.

I simply walked along the path headed by Duke Kal-El, and arrived at the throne room of Calambrinho Palace.

Coo… … !!

The silver and red door, high enough for a giant to pass through, slid upwards, revealing a spacious throne room.

Just like in Greek and Roman mythology, it is an open space with a ceiling supported by a few pillars and no windows or walls.

The space was circular, with water flowing around the edge, and a silver throne was erected on a high altar inside, which was almost like a cliff.

In front of them, numerous knights and nobles were kneeling.

Most of them I recognized their faces.

These were the knights who guarded Harang at the villa.

However, except for the maid Soirin, the people kneeling were all faces I had never seen before, and I was able to identify them right away.

‘The blood relatives of the Kezzle family… … ?’

Harang couldn’t help but be a little taken aback because he didn’t know that he had prepared this event in advance.

They were trembling on their knees in front of the unoccupied throne with faces of sin.

Step by step! Step by step! Every time Duke Kal-El walked to the throne, step by step, he lowered his head more and more, as if the Reaper was approaching.

When Duke Kal-El finally sat on the throne, their faces looked like they were dying, like prisoners whose heads had fallen off.

At that time, Harang was worried.

‘… … ‘Where should I stand?’

I don’t know because I’ve never learned anything like this. Even the morning star won’t know.

Harang roughly went to the side where the chief deacon was and stood.

When Duke Kal-El sat down, the Kezzle family’s blood relatives tried to get up with their shaking legs, but no one was able to do so.

Duke Kal-El doesn’t even give off any spirit, but just seeing him in front of him is so scary that he can’t even move.

Fortunately, the head of the Kezzle family was the only one to stand up and show respect.

Because he was a sinner, he did not bring a hat or a sword, and because he had to apologize, he put his right foot behind his back, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed his head.

“I meet the sky of Caladun, the only light, the master of the Sword of Destruction… … .”

Seeing them all showing polite manners despite their dying faces made my heart ache. I didn’t commit a crime, I just adopted the wrong person.

Aristocratic society is still difficult for Harang.

“Go to Kezzel, Baalek.”

“Yep!”

“You probably know the sins your adopted son committed.”

“… … Yes, for daring to poison the noble blood of Kaladan. “This is a serious crime for which sacrificing one’s head is not enough.”

The head of the Kezzle family struggles to speak even though she is shaking. Looking at that, Harang was honestly amazed. It may mean that his inaction was superior to a certain extent, but he appeared so calm even when death was almost certain, not to mention the death penalty.

What would Harang have done if he were in the same situation?

What if not only me, but my family, my younger brother, and even my wife were put to death by the child I had wrongly taken away… … .

‘If it were me, I think I would have run away at night.’

Honor, sleep, and first of all, life is important. With Kaladun’s intelligence, he would have been caught before he could escape into the night.

“okay. Your neck is not enough. So, I wanted to show mercy by completely erasing your family and consigning them to history.”

“… … thank you.”

Should we be thankful just for not being erased from history?

“One, my youngest grandchild seemed to think differently.”

Baalek Kezzel’s eyes widened at Kal-El’s words. What do you mean?

“He said his adopted son’s sins had nothing to do with the Kezzle family and asked me to forgive him.”

“Well, that…” … .”

Even as Baalek dared to face Duke Kal-El, he unconsciously turned his gaze to look at Harang.

‘why?’

A question that suddenly comes to mind.

The young master with that mysterious aura had an expressionless expression and his lips were tightly closed, so I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“So, I decided to accept that. There is no need for you to kneel like a sinner. “Myron Kezel’s crime was committed entirely arbitrarily, and his name will be erased from the Hall of Fame, his knighthood will be revoked, and his body will be burned.”

Myron Kezzel suffered the most shameful death and disposition as a knight by being expelled from the ‘Hall of Fame’, but that was all.

“This is all I have to convey.”

As Kal-El gestured, Chief Butler Tyrn gave instructions to the knights waiting behind him.

“Make sure you see the Kezzle family off.”

“yes!”

The Kezzle family had been looking dead just a moment ago, but now they left the throne room with a puzzled look on their faces as if they didn’t know why they were alive.

Until the end, only Baalek, the head of the Kezzle family, could not take his eyes off Harang.

The emotions deeply embedded in those eyes will be of some help to Harang in the future.

And, although Harang did not intend it at all, the mysterious atmosphere was completely contagious to the knights who were with him at the villa.

Even though he knew that they were not his people, as a knight, the image of him willingly covering his precious body with blood and personally treating those who fought came to mind!

Naturally, the knights had one thought.

‘… … Is there a benevolent ruler of Kaladan who has never existed before?

Since all of his blood relatives were cold-blooded and cruel, just doing what was ‘an extremely natural thing’ for Harang caused a great shock to those around him.

“My youngest grandchild. “What will you do with the maid who poisoned you directly?”

“… … .”

Harang thought for a moment.

Actually, I was thinking about it in advance, but I calculated that pretending to think of it on the spot would be more helpful to my image.

“I will collect it.”

“Are you going to take away the maid who tried to poison you?”

If the maid Soirin had tried to kill her, Harang would not have been able to forgive her. But it wasn’t poisonous enough to kill her, and she noticed it from the beginning, so she wasn’t impressed.

Rather, I highly praised his determination.

A person who can commit a crime even though he knows he will die for his family.

If you can educate such a person and make him your own person, you will be able to feel at ease at least while staying in the palace.

“… … There aren’t many trustworthy people around me. “At least someone who carries a heavy burden on their heart won’t be able to leave me easily.”

Soirin trembled and lowered her head.

‘I can’t believe I tried to harm someone like that… … .’

A huge feeling of guilt hit my chest like a rock! It was put on top and made Soirin suffer. If she had been able to atone by dying, she wouldn’t have been in this much pain.

Harang, who was watching the scene, was satisfied when he got exactly the reaction he expected. Because instilling her guilt in her was her only punishment and a test of whether she was worthy of being her own person.

“Do as you wish.”

“thank you.”

As Harang bowed his head and expressed his gratitude, Kal-El turned his attention to the knights.

“We will issue a silence order regarding the ‘demonization’ of the Kezzle family knight. In case this leaks out… … It would be best not to expect the same mercy as your youngest grandchild. Now, let’s disperse.”

“yes!!”

After giving a loud answer, the knights quickly left the throne room, and Soirin was taken out by the soldiers because the interrogation and judgment had not yet been completed.

‘… … To what extent has the matter at the villa come to an end?’

Even the knights lined up were all dispersed, and now only Duke Kal-el, Tyrn, butler, and Harang were left in the throne room.

“My youngest grandchild.”

“Yes, matriarch.”

“… … .”

In response to Harang’s answer, Kal-El gave a look on his face as if he didn’t like something. Did I do something wrong? While Harang’s heart was pounding, he immediately erased his expression and spoke.

“Come closer.”

Harang approached him and tried to kneel down on one knee, but Duke Kal-El stopped him.

“There is no need for that.”

“… … yes.”

“I will investigate the demonization separately, so please let me know and then go back and rest. “You have a separate mission.”

mission! As soon as I heard that, I immediately thought of ‘Estelle’, but I held back for now.

I was confident that I would leave right away, but it seemed that Duke Kal-El also needed time.

“I heard that they had been living in run-down cabins and barracks.”

“… … yes.”

“I can’t have my registered disciple and grandchild live in a place like that.”

After saying that, he nodded at Tyrn, stood up from the throne, flapped his cloak, and disappeared through the back door. Harang’s heart skipped a beat because the door at the back was completely out of the cliff, but looking at her shape shaking, it seemed to be some kind of portal or warp gate.

“Let’s go, master.”

Tyrn, the head deacon, said with a kind smile.

“I hope you like the gift your highness gave me.”

* * *

The incident of encountering a ‘demonized knight’ at the villa of Harangi, who was placed on probation, was ordered to be kept secret, but it had no choice but to spread publicly internally.

It was unavoidable because there were so many witnesses.

The story went around that through this incident, the knights saw not only Harang’s talent for swordsmanship, but also his qualities as a hero.

No matter how Kaladun he was, there was no one who could courageously stand up to the demonized knight called a half-demon at a young age in his mid-teens. This is because demon knights boast overwhelming abilities compared to ordinary knights, and were also famous for an incident in which they decapitated 100 knights in the blink of an eye.

In a situation where his head could have been blown off if he made a mistake, the fact that he was the first to move his young body and cut off his head, inflicting a fatal wound and leading to victory without harm was undoubtedly something that could be highly regarded as a knight and a hero.

As Harang’s reputation within the family slowly increased, most of the other blood relatives regarded him with respect.

“Did you hear the news? Eriol.”

“… … Yes, of course.”

Calladan’s direct 3rd generation granddaughter, Eriol Paul Callathon. She nodded her head weakly while lying on her bed in response to her mother’s question.

She turned 26 this year, reached the level of 6 stars, cut off the head of a ‘mid-level demon’, and was currently a knight showing outstanding performance on the battlefield.

However, he lost his right arm in exchange for cutting down the devil, and is currently recuperating after paying a very high price to have his arm regenerated at a temple.

“They say the adopted youngest child played the most important role in defeating the demon knight.”

“… … .”

The demonization of a 6-star knight was a difficult opponent that even Eriol, who had a healthy right arm, could never do alone.

Moreover, his right hand was damaged, and the feeling of holding the sword was completely lost due to regeneration, so his skills were not as good as before, so he would not be able to properly inflict a wound, let alone a fatal wound.

‘But the 4-star knight almost cut off the devil knight’s head?’

You would have to listen to the details to find out, but to be honest, it was close to impossible. It was safe to say it was a miracle.

Unless the Demon Knight is an idiot, would he give up his vital position to a 4-star knight?

“My daughter. I’m asking just in case… … .”

Eriol’s mother, Meriel, looked at her daughter with a worried expression. As soon as she reaches the age of her husband, she goes to the battlefield and sees her covered in demon blood, swinging her sword like crazy. Her knights sometimes give a glimpse of her excessive madness, saying, ‘You could mistake her for a demon knight.’ did.

Now, after my right arm was cut off, I lost all sense of holding the sword, so I am recuperating for a while… … Her maddened feelings would not have disappeared anywhere.

“You’re not the one who planted the devil knight in the youngest, right?”

“… … .”

When Meriel asked that question with trembling eyes, Eriol stared at her mother with cold, ice-like silver-white eyes and smiled brightly.

“Yeah, there’s no way I could do that.”

“Then that’s a good thing. really.”

Meriel held her hand warmly.

“Even though your sword skills are a bit lacking compared to other blood relatives, you are still my most precious daughter.”

A mother’s warm body temperature should warm a child’s heart, but Eriol only felt unpleasant and dirty. She said with a forced smile.

“mother. I’m a little tired and want to rest… … .”

“Oh yeah. “You must be tired, and I’m sorry for taking up your time.”

When Meriel turned around, the maids came and wiped Eriol’s body.

Although his right arm was regenerated, the aftereffects from when it was amputated still remained, and he suffered from phantom pain every day and was drenched in cold sweat.

‘… … Sometimes, it’s just a pain.’

Bulging! Dark red veins appeared on Eriol’s right arm and then disappeared.

The maids expressed their doubts, but it happened so fast that they couldn’t catch it with their body vision.

Eriol dyed one eye dark red and smiled grimly.

‘I’m not talented enough? Things like that can be made up for later. Let’s wait and see… … .’