Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

1 – Episode 1

Pour the unpleasant tasting freshly brewed coffee into the sink.

The mouth is tidied up, but the unique Coop Coop Hannae stings my nose, probably because the coffee beans were cheap.

It tastes like it would be suitable to eat with ice.

I remembered that there was ice in the freezer, and for a moment I thought I had done something wasteful.

So, once again, put the coffee powder into the filter paper and pour hot water into it.

When it cooled down enough, I put a large piece of ice in it and gave the cup a rough shake.

The ice cracks and makes a crackling sound.

I took a sip of the cold Ah in one hand and looked around the room.

There are used tissues, toilet paper, cloth, cups, and cigarette butts in the room.

I want to clean it up, but it’s annoying, so I leave it rolling on the floor.

If you don’t clean the room where the dust has landed, the peculiar odor of moisture comes up.

I felt bad for no reason, so I leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette, put it in my mouth, and lit it.

I sit on a luxurious armchair needlessly, lightly shake the ashes from the burnt leaves into an ashtray, then put it in my mouth again and inhale the smoke.

The wallpaper, which was once white, has long since turned yellow, probably from cigarette smoke.

I sprayed deodorant and rubbed it with soap, but it didn’t really come off.

Should I say that’s why I’m used to smoking at home?

Thinking about that, suck the smoke again.

My hands and feet trembled slightly from the nicotine coming in.

At the same time, the body gets tired and the mind becomes clear.

I felt my body loosen up a bit, so I comfortably leaned against the wall and picked up my phone.

And as always, I went to a novel site and started reading a novel that I would read in moderation.

At first, the insignificant protagonist is very lucky to enter the academy.

If not very lucky, someone noticed his talent and supported the main character.

After entering the school, he successfully overcomes people who ignore him and grows step by step.

Of course, like all academy works, from a certain point on, instead of learning, he runs around as a student and solves a case while experiencing numerous difficulties.

I don’t know why, but next to it, women and men follow.

Perhaps it’s because of the expression “Beautiful.”

Achieve ridiculous things, save someone, subdue enemies you think you can’t defeat with your words, and crush them with force.

It was a winning streak no matter what.

Unlike reality.

But I was more interested in the villains in the work rather than the main character.

It was described as if it were living humans.

Especially, it felt like I was immersed even better because there were desperate stories attached to those who played villains.

Being strong is also strong, and if there is a reason to be strong, you look desperate.

Thanks to this, the villains looked ugly because they did dirty and dirty things without hesitation.

On the contrary, in that respect, he was more human than the main character.

The main character’s journey was that of a superman, no matter how desperately the psychological description is expressed.

In the end, the villain is defeated by the protagonist, who is a good actor because evil is evil.

And it seems that I didn’t like it for some reason, so I posted a comment that made me cry.

Then I hit the back button.

Because I didn’t want to see it anymore.

And I am regretting that I had to watch it until the end.

At least, I didn’t know that I would fall into a novel.

As an orphan in the slums.

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At first I thought about running away from here, but I gave up.

Because they are incompetent children living in an orphanage, starving to death without the help of adults.

Even when I was on a diet, I didn’t starve and ate things like tofu and oatmeal, but I was starving because there was nothing to eat here.

“Oh, Eric! This bastard asked for alms earlier, so he’s sitting there and bruising?!”

And the human being, the head of the orphanage, is beating me like crazy.

“Ah! This f*cking baby! The bastard called the orphanage director!”

“Such a mean bastard!”

As if it didn’t matter if they searched, kicked, slapped, or punched in the face.

A little boy who could have been 9 years old.

The contents inside are me, but what can I do with me?

The only way out of violence is death or conformity.

“If you don’t want to get beaten up even if it’s f*cked up, get at least one f*cking fairy tale!

Go out and beg! A kid has already learned the tone of bullies!”

The director brought a metal bowl that looked like a can of canned food and threw it at my head with all his might.

Blood flows as he rubs his eyes.

I grab the barrel and rush out into the street.

His clothes are worn, his body is covered in bruises, and blood is running down his face, so he looks very ugly and pitiful.

To the point where even old Scrooge, passing by, felt sorry for him and would throw at least a coin.

As if the hospitality of the streets was not stingy, there were certainly a lot of coins coming into the barrel.

But the authorities are really stingy, so a policeman wearing a blue coat and holding a black club blows a whistle and tells me how to deal with beggars like you if I don’t go out right away.

I spat at the officer and ran with my money box.

Crumpled bills are usually buried in a hole, and the coins are handed over to the director.

“Yes, you can do it!

I can buy three bottles of this.

Good work, kid!”

I cursed with my finger.

Still, he giggled as if he was excited to see the money and started moving towards the bar.

He put one hand on the lump of fat on his belly, while blowing on the bottle with the other hand.

A dirty bastard that seems to have come out of Satan’s ass.

If you grow up, you’ll be beaten up and buried in a back alley.

I go into a filthy shack that should be about 10 pyeong.

Inside, there were huddled children in similar situations to me.

Twenty children in this small space in the first place.

It’s rice, even if it’s moldy rye bread.

“Hey bro, where is the director?”

“I don’t know, but I must have gone to buy a drink again.”

“Brother! I don’t know how to tie my hair this way.”

“Come over here.”

“Eric! These bastards must have gotten stomach upset from eating something they picked up on the street again!”

“Oops.. Uweeek!”

“It hurts inside.. I went to the mountain and found nothing left..?”

Even in this small space, the children were innocent.

Because they are children who grow up in back alleys, men will either be forced to work hard or become bullies, and women will either be taken to a brothel or become prostitutes in back alleys.

While feeling a bit regretful about that fact, he smiled self-deprecatingly, remembering that I was the same way.

How did I fall into a place like this?

And that, of course, as an orphan.

Maybe it wasn’t a problem that I posted a comment.

I think you commented, “I feel sorry for the villains or the supporting actors who are used in short bursts.”

If I say that I became such a pitiful orphan because of that, I think it would be a very sad life.

It was only three months after I started living in this goddamn orphanage that I found out that this was a world from a novel I was reading.

The name of this country, a certain admired person entered the academy, a certain aristocrat came for charity work… Listening to such sounds, you realize that the name is familiar to you before you know it.

That’s right, my name is all there, so even if someone else gossips, there’s no way I’ll accept it right away, saying that I’m in a novel.

At most, the only thing I can do is wander from street to street, enter an orphanage like this, and beg for money while being beaten by the director.

When I woke up, the only clothes I wore in the snowy winter were thin cloth clothes.

On the day I was shaking and freezing to death, someone must have picked it up and moved it to the front of the orphanage.

From that day on, I have been wearing a little thick cloth and have been going begging without a day off.

The director might have picked it up.

Ha, I let them die when they die, and I’m not the one to pick them up.

But that kind of life will soon come to an end.

At least, after realizing that it is a world in a novel, I have a little hope.

When I was thinking about that, Belita, whom I often talked to at her orphanage, spoke to her.

“Eric, what are you doing?”

“I was just thinking about this and that…

Why are you calling me all of a sudden?”

“I feel like I was hit by the director again today, so it seems like you beat me every single day.”

“Looks like I’m scared.

The only thing he knows how to do is use the kids to steal money and drink alcohol.”

“If you just listen to what you say, it sounds like those men who always giggle with knives in the back alley.”

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“If you live in a place like this, you must speak well.”

“Oh, come to think of it, I heard that a noble man is coming to our orphanage today?

That’s why the kids are in a frenzy, I have to clean it up somehow.”

“Why didn’t I hear you were coming?”

“I don’t know, what kind of… Ivory? They say they’re coming to find something like that?”

“You mean illegitimate child?”

“Right! He was an illegitimate child!”

Let alone this smelly, cramped, tasteless food, I wish I could accept and eat the garbage that only makes me sick or the bread crumbs that the higher ups throw at me when it’s time to eat.