Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

38 – Episode 38

“Hu, I think I will live.”

“Why are you smoking that?

The old boss in the back alley was smoking it all day.”

“It just makes me feel calmer and calmer. My head seems to be spinning faster too.”

I was leaning against the veranda railing and smoking a heap of tobacco I bought at the store.

“Oh, that’s right.

A young lady named Misty just arrived.

There is an incredibly pretty looking person I told you about the other day.”

“Why did you come here?”

“If it were you, would you not come to visit someone who was shot instead of you?”

“Hmm, that’s right too.”

I don’t bother going to the ashtray in the middle of the room and rubbing out the cigarettes, so I just throw the butts outside.

It’s not like the cleaners you hired will clean it up on their own anyway.

If you get paid, you have to work.

Ah, I think I just had a similar thought to the Duchess.

I kept laughing at the sense of shame I felt at the moment.

The longer I lived in that mansion, the more strange I felt.

But she kept straightening what was twisted with violence.

Or maybe it was twisted even worse.

He burst into laughter over and over again.

“Eric, don’t laugh like that. A little creepy.”

“Really? It’s the first time I’ve heard such a thing, maybe it was because I had nothing to laugh at.

Don’t you have the same laugh as me?”

“Come to think of it.”

Come to think of it, Misty came to visit me, but why didn’t she let her into the room?

Did you have any problems?

“But she said Misty was looking for her.”

“Uh, why?”

“Did you kick out something?

I didn’t even open the door the other day, but he opened it and came in.”

“Oh, I lied and kicked him out saying he was sick.”

“You don’t seem to like it very much.”

At that, Belita nodded her head without denying it.

“Well, what should I say?

People who grew up being loved have that energy that is unique to people who are even good-hearted.

I hate that. I’m jealous. If you’re going to point fingers at me for being ugly, I’m fine with it.”

I put another cigarette in my mouth and lit a fire.

Then he enters the room from the veranda.

The smoke began to fill the room again.

How should I say this?

“I hate it too. That kind of person.

I’m jealous.

And I hate myself for hating people like that.”

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“Hey, what is that?”

Belita had a slightly melancholy expression while smiling.

Being jealous of someone is a pretty hard thing to say.

So she quickly moves on to another story.

“If we go back to the cathedral, will we not see each other until I graduate from here?”

“Why can’t I meet you? I’ll come over sometime.”

“Outsiders are not allowed to enter?”

“What is that, the health room? It’s okay if you serve there. The horse is a service, but I will get all the money.

Isn’t it, the fact that people like me come here is itself a service?”

That’s a brilliant idea.

I don’t really recommend it.

“Ah, the prince will come to visit us in the evening.

I’m not very happy about it. What can I do?”

She says as if a dog is coming.

“In front of you, you are polite, so you are polite.”

“Then why are you hanging your head dangling in front of the castle gate while talking half-heartedly?”

“Does he dare to do that after killing us?

Well, I’m not famous, I’m not famous, I’m not infamous.

I’ll just put you in prison and starve you to death.”

“Anyway, it’s coming in the evening! Don’t hold the horse by the tail.”

Belita raises her hands and speaks annoyedly, then jumps onto her bed.

It looks like he’s going to sleep with his face buried in it.

It’s still early evening with the sun hanging high in the sky.

I wonder if he was tired.

Anyway, Misty seems to have a lot of worries.

There is a person who shot me right in front of my eyes, but I can’t even come to visit him.

“Eric. I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

Belita talks while hiding her face.

“As the lady from your family said, there are two grown men and women in the room… don’t you think about it?”

“Should I listen?”

“Why did I kick out that pretty lady?

I didn’t like her because she was much prettier than me, so maybe you already fell for her.”

And her ears turned a little red.

She feels like reaching for something, but the languidness her performance brings and the thought of grabbing her ankles freeze her in her chair.

It’s not that she doesn’t have any thoughts.

On the contrary, I am with you because I have thoughts.

Rather than immediately rejecting Belita’s invitation, she began to insinuate her words.

And that was also very wordy, to the point that she couldn’t even think of refusing it.

“Belita. Think carefully.

Let’s say she falls in love with you and me, and later we get married.”

“Uh, huh.”

“Can we, or me, love a child?”

There will be none.

I don’t think I’ve ever grown up being loved.

Before Eric, it didn’t matter.

As long as I had money, it was a world where it didn’t matter whether I was stuck in my room, not meeting people, or fooling around.

I never felt lonely when I met my friends and talked and ate.

I tried dating several times, but everyone tried it, so I only tried it myself.

If you just meet the right person, act the right way like everyone else, and mutter to yourself, repeating that you fell in love.

One day you will realize. Whether I realize it first or the other person realizes it first, I don’t love the other person.

I just want affection, but I don’t open my village and give it away.

Even so, I only know how to talk to people and keep my mouth shut in appropriate places.

But that’s all.

The way I’ve learned to raise a child is to get drunk, beat the child to death, and when he dies, simply bury him by the river or in a suitable street.

The way I’ve learned to educate a child is to make him chew on the sharp thorn stem, then break the bottle and then make him chew on the glass.

I grew up like this and am still being treated that way, but there’s no way I could love people.

That’s right, you can’t not know when you talk.

That Belita has a crush on me.

I have it too, so I wonder if everything is fine.

I don’t know how to love, so I don’t know how to give it.

I couldn’t look at Belita’s face, so I looked up at her ceiling and talked.

“Then, learn step by step from me. At least I know how to love one person.”

Before my eyes, I saw Belita’s little, her tear-stained face.

She took her cigarette from her mouth, extinguished her fire with her two fingers, and tossed it away.

And her red lips touch the dry, twisted lips from sucking in the smoke for a long time.

The texture was just as dry as mine.

The two of them put the rough parts on each other for a while, then they get a little closer and start touching the softer parts.

The lost hand, not knowing where to go, struggles in the air for a long time before wrapping it around my shoulder and grabbing my neck.

As if in response, I gave him a light hug.

After sticking to each other for a while, when they parted their lips, the room became slightly warm.

I couldn’t think of taking the two of them apart as they looked into each other’s eyes.

But should I say it feels like searching through an empty trash can to fill the empty one.

After a few kisses, I got a little emptiness.

But Belita seemed very satisfied.

She was smiling as if her lips, which she had never shown before, really went all the way to her ears.

Knock. Knock.

In the meantime, a knock was heard.

When I opened the door, the face I saw was the prince.

“Um, did the two of you even have s*x?

I don’t know why the atmosphere in the room is like this.”

“Your Highness, it’s better to think of such things in your head and not say them out loud.”

“Oh, excuse me. Cigarette smoke I don’t like very much.

I quit because of Misty, but the smell makes me want to smoke again.”

He took a chair from the desk and sat down with his head resting on the backrest.

Julieta sits on her desk as if she’s used to it.

Belita maintained the expressionless expression she makes when there are other people around, but she was already bright red and blushed all over her face, so she was obvious.

“I’m going to see my father in two days.

The reward for saving my life would be truly staggering.

To think he was making love with a woman when his heart fluttered with anticipation and his heart should swell with delusions of all sorts of splendid futures!”

He goes on in a funny theatrical tone.

“That’s not bad either.”

Even as he said that, the prince threw out a very heavy story in a voice that said nothing was wrong with his eyes shining.

It was so stinging that I couldn’t even make eye contact.

Julieta is looking at me beside her, shaking her leg in a playful way.

“By the way, when Misty came to see your condition, did you kick her out because you two wanted to roll around on the bed?

I heard directly from Misty that his condition is very serious.”

Uh. Hmm.

I was in trouble for a moment and looked at Belita.

Where did the red blush go? Belita, who was standing as if she didn’t know anything with an expressionless face as always, was a bit naive at this moment.

Let’s come up with an excuse.

I tried to roll her head but nothing.

I smoked cigarettes on the veranda all day.

“Well, I’m good. I can’t understand why this guy is so worried about what’s good.”

From her arms, he hands Belita and me a piece of stationery with an ornate seal on it.

“Come to the imperial castle at any time on the weekend.”

Then she taps her forehead with her finger.

“Think carefully about what you want to receive.

I think it’s okay to covet things that don’t fit your subject, for example.”

Then the prince and Julieta left the room.

This is an absurd appearance in many ways.

As soon as Belita confirmed that her door was closed, she smiled awkwardly and opened her mouth.

“Something seems to have created an atmosphere very well, but it’s all ruined. Heh.”