Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy - Chapter 58



58 – Episode 58

A slightly precarious life.

A life in which others may point fingers at me for being a prostitute.

Then it seems to be living a life.

If the prince stepped forward and said this.

For almost two weeks, the three women used to spend one night or another.

I can confidently say that the kind of thing people think has never happened, but I can’t believe it.

“If Misty takes the arms and legs, the torso is given to the priest, and the head is taken from the Breslau family, it seems like they will be divided equally.

What is the human who should be my puppet doing?”

A cafe with a feminine interior brings only coffee and sits on a bench to talk.

No, to be precise, I only hear scolding.

To explain how things went, I went to the cafeteria with Misty to eat, and as usual, when I was going back to class, the prince approached me and told me to talk to him, so I obediently followed him.

Misty sent me off with a slightly worried face, but the important word that the prince mentioned had a high ripple effect in itself, so she didn’t say much.

And from my point of view, there was no specific reason to refuse.

In a way, I could be seen as a benefactor who helped me, so no matter what I ask for, I should do whatever I ask.

Hey, if the person who said he would take care of the duke is living like this, he might get sick of it.

“This is not a kingdom that is said to be in the East, and you cannot officially have many women.

Well, it might be possible to have a mistress, but will they be satisfied with being a mistress?

You’re pissed off, just like I said the other day, loosen up your arms so that I can hit you with just one stomach ache.”

Hearing that, I untied my arms, and the prince put on a slightly vain expression.

And then he loosened his tight fist.

“I was just looking for a scarecrow that could be swung around, but I didn’t expect it to be this much. After.

I can roughly guess why the women are entangled in the first place. It seems that he prefers to show this appearance on a normal face.

I must have tricked Misty like this.”

Well, maybe it’s because you told me to leave that damn illegitimate child behind.

I couldn’t even say that, so I just mumbled my words and moved on.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, if you don’t know, it’s enough that you don’t know.”

He gets up from his seat.

And he seemed to just walk away, then suddenly turned around and grabbed his fist and hit me, but it didn’t hurt that much when the fist actually touched.

All I did was loosen my fists, tap with my hands, and play mischievous pranks.

“Eggplant, Misty must be worried about you.

Somehow, in her head, I seem to have been recognized as something beyond a little unlikable.

If you think about it, that’s all because of you.”

He says it’s my fault as if it were obvious.

I don’t think it’s the right words when I spit it out.

And when I ask again if he has grasped that thought, he confesses his feelings.

“Because of me, you mean?”

“I’d love to answer yes, but I’m just taking my anger out on you, the idiot.

Ha, who would have thought there would be ambushes there, who would have thought there would be someone there to shoot instead of Misty, and who would have thought that if things were going that fast, the words would just come out of your head without any filter.”

The prince took out the pipe from his bosom, put it in his mouth, and stared at the pipe for a while.

Then, with enough force that the hand he was holding trembled, he broke it in half.

I felt sorry for myself who was watching it, so I wanted to stop it.

After throwing the broken pipe on the floor, he shook his hands and got up.

Then he opens his mouth and speaks.

“I think I have a little bit of responsibility, so I’ll point it out in advance.

If you have children with Misty, tell me rather than throw them away in the slums.”

“…You mean the ghetto?”

“Yeah, oh, haven’t you heard of it yet?

You said you were going back to the mansion before vacation this time. Go and talk to the duke, and when you come back to me, I’ll talk to you again.

I’ll go first.”

After saying that, the prince started to go somewhere.

I’m either going back to my room or going to see Julietta.

Because these days, I’ve often seen the two hanging out together.

Returning to the classroom, he opens his mouth and listens in a daze.

Wasting time as always, wandering around with random thoughts, or moving the blue grains that sway in your hands.

Then I return to my room without having dinner.

I open a book to clear my head.

Read the list of meaningless letters with your eyes, understand the meaning, and close the book.

I was about to open another book, but in a moment of irritation, I nervously threw the book on the desk, took out a pipe from my bosom, and asked.

Belita and Xenia are sure to come into my room and start talking about rudeness, but they take out tobacco leaves and stuff them into the basket and light a fire.

After a long time, the room was filled with smoke.

You can only open the window to let the smoke out before dinner.

Life with people like this is tiring.

I don’t know if I’ll feel proud sometimes.

I was sitting on the sofa, gripping the handle of the slightly frayed leather sofa as if I was tearing it apart, and relaxing my body when someone entered the room.

“Eric?”

“Belita.”

“Why are you here without dinner?

Keluck! Why are you suddenly biting something you haven’t smoked in a while?”

Rather than answering, I recalled what I heard from the prince.

What does it mean to listen to the Duke?

I am so afraid of the desolate and cold atmosphere of the mansion that I will begin to feel again when I return.

And after two days, I had to go back.

I’m sure nothing big will happen if I go, but yes. Reason says so.

Emotion starts screaming to run away from here right away, to a place as far away from the dukehouse as possible.

“In two days, I’m going back to the mansion. Where I came from.”

“Quit the academy completely?”

“No, I’m just going to get a nice name. Well, I’ll be back.”

Belita sits on the bed.

What is she doing here without going out to eat?

She sat down, let out a sigh, and unbuttoned her jacket.

I directed her gaze lightly to her breastbone, then she looked away as if nothing had happened.

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Then Belita sticks her chest out to me and she says with a refreshing smile.

“Why do you want to touch me? It’s okay if I touch you.”

“Okay.”

“Hmm, if that’s the case.”

She buttoned her buttons back up with a hint of regret in her voice.

“So, is something going on? Just tell me, I’ll listen to everything. I probably won’t be able to solve it.”

“In two days, go back to the mansion. To the Breslau family’s mansion.”

“Yeah, that’s what I just said.”

Is that so?

He shrugs her shoulders once and goes on with her words.

“She may look calm on the outside, but she’s scared enough to cry right now.”

“What are you afraid of?”

“Just everything there. I tried to read it, but my hands were shaking.”

If I think about it now, the whispers of the servants, the slightly chilly gaze at me, the atmosphere of the large mansion, the indifferent gaze of the duke who doesn’t seem to be looking at people, the duchess who annoys me, and Xenia who came to me without thinking, Miss Louise’s neglect, Ella’s grief over her situation, my room filled with the smell of books, I might have been afraid of everything.

Belita comes up to me and takes her hand.

“I’ve been wanting to smoke opium for the first time in a while, but now that I think about it, I’ve thrown it all away.”

And give her strong grip to her hand.

I wondered if her fingers might have been broken.

“You smoked it?”

“Yeah, I think I quit.”

For a moment, Belita’s impression becomes grim and her voice rises.

Ah, it was a twist. The kind of injustice that no one in the orphanage could tell.

“You’ve seen how bastards go after moldy rye bread because they don’t even have money to buy a loaf of bread from damn prostitutes! But did you get your hands on that!?”

“You know why those damn whores and assholes got their hands on it.”

You touch it when you can’t see any hope.

How did I quit because I thought I could live a normal life, at least a little bit.

If things don’t get better here, we’ll talk about it again.

Everyone lives like that.

Belita glared at me for a long time, and maybe three minutes had passed.

Breaking her suffocating silence, she asks me a question.

“…So, at least right now it’s not in that pipe, right..?”

“Yes.”

Belita came up to me, as if she couldn’t believe me, and when she smelled the smoke coming from her pipe, she put on a slightly relieved expression and lay down on her bed.

I keep smoking her tobacco and Belita is looking up at the sky.

You can only see the yellow wallpaper on the ceiling.

She has a quiet moment with her mouth shut for a while, then Belita opens her mouth.

“Hey, Eric. You know what?”

“What.”

“Now we are living the happy life we talked about in the orphanage.

Your future is bright, you don’t have to worry about starving, you don’t get sick from the soft bed and blanket.”

“Yes.”

“But I still feel unhappy. I am still there.”

When Belita heard her thoughts, what came up in her heart was a soggy feeling.

“Perhaps we are imitating our normal appearance.”

“By the way, it’s hard for me to imitate.”

“Hmm, looks like it.”

She looked at me and stretched out her arms.

It was as if they were telling me to come here.

“So, let’s try something a little different.”

“What.”

I move her to the bed where Belita lies on her bed.

“I’m trying to raise a child.

Without starving my blood, feeding, teaching, and not beating.

That might change something.”

The woman whispers in my ear like that.

“Will something change?”

“Yes.”

Belita was a priest.

I can’t even remember God’s name.

I’m not interested.

But her woman’s bosom was the right place to pray.

Just in time, Belita was a priest.

That day I prayed.