Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

39 – Episode 39

Eric, that human who seems to be living because he couldn’t die was shot in my place.

Because the school uniform was not soaked in blood, only the floor, face, and hands were covered in blood, and the image of vomiting red was imprinted in my mind and I couldn’t leave it.

After being hit by a bullet, he was smiling even though he was bleeding all over his body and even though he was coughing up blood from his mouth.

I know it’s weird, but how can you laugh when people might die?

I think I probably cried.

Because I was so sad that this happened because of me.

A person who always put on a bad expression and radiated something eerie from his body.

It seems that the person who makes me feel like I have lived all over the world always approached him because he was curious about something.

Even though he was busy pushing me away when I approached him.

Remember when we first met.

A human being who couldn’t adapt to the atmosphere of the banquet hall, and when he sneaked out into the garden without his parents’ knowledge, he was exuding a sense of melancholy all over his body.

I approached and tried to talk to him, but all I got was a cold response.

But it was obvious that he wasn’t saying it because he really wanted to kick me out, but rather that he was just spouting harsh words because he just wanted to get out of the seat.

So I moved further to the side.

I introduced myself by saying my name, and Eric just ran away.

However, I figured out the name anyway.

If I was like other people, I think they would hate me.

However, the pitiful appearance of him always smoking a cigarette by himself gave me the feeling that I had to approach something.

Or maybe it was just because he was handsome.

And like fate, we met again at the academy.

That’s also in the same grade. Unfortunately, we weren’t in the same class.

At the same time, I’m not sure if I’m Eric’s older sister or a friend of Eric’s, but I also got a little closer with Xenia.

At the academy, I entered the Faculty of Magic.

Even though it’s embarrassing to say it directly, he was quite talented in magic.

The teacher treated William, no, the Crown Prince or a commoner the same way.

A teacher who praises anyone who has good skills.

And most of the children in the class were also those who were more interested in magic than status.

I thought His Highness the Crown Prince was a scary person at first, but he was more unique than I thought.

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Although there are times when he acts like a bit of a madman.

No, I’d rather just do something crazy.

Because I don’t look like a normal person.

Anyway, I thought the academy was such a place where there were no angular people and literally nobles and commoners were treated equally.

Maybe it wasn’t, or maybe I was lucky.

Life at the academy was fun.

It was a bit regretful that I couldn’t see my family, but I made a lot of good friends, and above all, the food was delicious.

But Eric, whom I meet occasionally, didn’t seem happy.

It would have been more accurate to say that he looked rather distressed.

So if you have any worries or difficulties, I told you to talk to me.

I’m sorry to say that, but Eric doesn’t seem to have any friends.

Xenia, who seemed to be the only one who spoke her mind, seemed preoccupied with her new friends.

From my point of view, Eric lived a life as if nothing had happened.

It’s like saying hello when you meet someone’s face while passing by, thinking you’ll be fine.

Then one day Eric got into a fight with a pig named Miguel Frugemutum.

Hearing that a human named Pig Duke was seriously injured, Eric went to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

Because everywhere I went there was gossip about Eric.

Unsurprisingly, no one was worried about Eric, and everyone just sat around and chatted.

He even fell down with blood on his head.

A cursory look around gave me a sense of what had happened.

Probably, he was constantly teased and harassed.

At most, the pod was taken because her mother was a commoner.

That’s because he’s an illegitimate child.

It wasn’t until I started touring various banquet halls that I realized that there was discrimination against my lineage.

Actually, even if I was discriminated against like that, it doesn’t matter.

But the Eric I looked at seemed to be living a miserable life from the mansion he lived in.

Although Xenia didn’t seem to think so.

Hey, Xenia won’t understand.

Because we were born in a position where people point fingers at us.

But even I, an illegitimate child, don’t know how hard Eric has been growing up, and how hard it is.

Because I grew up being loved by my family, let alone discriminated against.

Besides my father, all of my older brothers were nice to me.

Eric would be offended if I said that I felt a sense of identity while looking at him.

The people around me who hate me are the ones who are not close to me and will never become close to me in the future.

But Eric probably hated everyone except for Xenia.

Something like you will push me away by asking what you know about me.

The nearby healers didn’t intend to heal Eric, but were using their abilities eagerly as his face clung to the dented pig.

So I had no choice but to ask William, someone I know who would listen to my request, to heal me, and sure enough, he readily agreed.

Although his face wrinkled slightly as soon as he knew it was a man.

If you beat the duke’s son like that, you won’t be able to go to the academy together. What were you thinking?

I wonder if he wanted to go back to the mansion he always talked about as disgusting and terrible.

He usually has a distressed expression on his face, so I told him to tell me if it was difficult, but why didn’t he say it?

I was told to just comfort him, so I closed my mouth and gave him a light hug.

It’s a secret that the corners of my mouth went up slightly because I felt like they were relying on me a little bit.

But Eric, while hugging me, acted like a nuisance to me as if nothing had happened, and even though I greeted him, he didn’t take it well.

So I thought you didn’t think very much of me.

By the way, no one will take a shot instead of someone they don’t care about very much.

Even if you thought that he might have thrown himself in front of a bullet because he was tired of the world, he thought it couldn’t be.

I heard that bullets are covered with curses.

William also said that since Eric was in a very critical condition, only the priest who was immune to the curse could enter.

Thanks to that, I didn’t get care or see Eric’s face as he was so sick that he was about to die.

Because I couldn’t even see his face, I rather wanted to see Eric.

I didn’t talk much like the friends I’ve made so far, and I couldn’t get close.

Still, I missed Eric.

I talked to Eric there.

So if I hadn’t grabbed Eric before going to lunch, I wouldn’t have been shot instead of me.

His Highness the Prince, no, said that William was aiming for and shooting himself, but apparently the shooter had his gun pointed at me.

The corner of his mouth was raised with a smirk, as if he was staring at something heinous.

What on earth did I do wrong, did that person I didn’t even know look at me like that?

Why? Because of the fact that I, who was sometimes whispered by people of a higher status than me, hung around with His Highness the Prince even though I was an illegitimate child?

And whenever I thought of that, I felt more grateful to Eric for saving me from such unreasonable hatred.

I should have looked at your face and said thank you.

But he might die.

The person who is my lifesaver.

And I can’t feel a sense of shame, why the hell.

Repeat questions that don’t come back even after thinking about them.

In class, I showed a bright side as always, but when I came back to my room, I locked the door and lay down on the bed, crying to myself.

And after crying, I continued to wait in front of the building where Eric was being treated.

All day with Xenia, after class, in front of the building where Eric was said to be receiving treatment and receiving treatment all day.

After three days, Eric miraculously woke up.

And it was thanks to the priest’s endless dedication that saved him.

Until then, he was a very grateful priest, but if he told me to believe in the god he believes in, he would even convert.

For some reason, Eric, who came all the way to the restaurant and was eating normally, didn’t let me meet.

And the same goes for Xenia.

It’s as if Eric is trying to keep everyone to himself, away from the people around him as much as possible.

“Eric, I want to see and talk to you.

I saw you eating lunch just fine, so why can’t you go in?”

“That’s right, I was able to eat normally because I was putting my holy power into it during the meal.

But I don’t have enough strength to keep doing it until I’m lying in my room, so I can’t help it.”

That’s a lie.

“So, please go back.

If Eric Breslau is feeling well, we will be able to meet him.

I said that and closed the door.

And before the door closed, I could see the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

The corner of his mouth went up from that expressionless face.

Ah, I can’t even say I’m sorry.

That’s also for a lifesaver.

If only I hadn’t approached you.

If only I hadn’t bothered to go out to eat together.

It would be better if we didn’t know each other.

Again, entombed in bed, he sprayed slightly salty moisture from his eyes, repeating questions that would not come out no matter how many times he asked them.