I Became the illegitimate son of a duke

97 – School Opening (2)

“Ah, ah…”

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My heart hurts so much. The sense of direction has long since disappeared.

I just move blankly as my body moves.

‘Saint… Angel…’

After the Holy Son’s wrath a few days ago, my life has completely changed.

For the angels, who were like fireflies, the intensity of light became very weak and the number decreased.

The angels no longer walk around me and tell me between the right and the wrong. Just sticking close to me and maintaining the intensity of the light seems daunting.

Not only that, but I can hardly see people’s energy.

In the past, it was possible to know a person’s personality and what he or she had done through the energy emitted from a person’s body, but now that energy has become very blurred, so it is impossible to see it.

You can tell that people with great evil deeds have a little bit of energy left even when they fade away.

[Jeanne, don’t stay still, move quickly.]

[What? Are you sick today? You’ve been sick all these days.]

People around me no longer treat me as kindly as they used to.

Of course, I’m not saying they’re hostile, but they’re still very friendly compared to the other maids, but I can definitely feel the difference. The frequency of being treated harshly or in a businesslike manner has greatly increased.

“Wait a minute, Jeanne.”

“Yes, yes… Holy Son…”

At that time, the Holy Son grabbed me as I was about to leave the room.

It’s a worried voice, but since I can’t read the energy radiating from the Holy Son’s body, I have no idea if that voice is really worried about me or if it’s just being polite.

‘Sir…’

It is a sin.

The crime of daring to bite the saint’s wives.

The Holy Son was angry because of my sin, and the angels who saw it turned their backs on me. I can’t possibly explain it otherwise.

In order to wash away this sin… There is no other way than to let the saint release his anger.

Above all, if the Holy Son does not relieve his anger, I may be kicked out of this palace. That’s a terrible thing that should never happen.

We must release the Holy Son’s anger by any means.

Otherwise I have nothing. The revelation of the angels and the existence of the Holy Son are everything to me.

“Huuu… Don’t be so trembled. Jeanne obviously did something wrong, but just because she does doesn’t mean she should die at all.”

After saying that, the saint got up from his seat and he approached me. He puts his hand over his shoulder.

“Hee, hee hee…”

It’s scary. The saint’s hand, which must be holy, is so frightening.

Since it is the hand of a saint, it must be sacred and holy, but since I can no longer read the energy, I cannot predict how that hand will move.

To Jeanne now who has lost her ability, all her movements of others seem frightening, not knowing how they will move.

Jeanne trembles as she watches her with fearful eyes that Claude’s touch will pay for her crime.

“Eh, huh…?”

‘What is…?’

Of course, what Jeanne was worried about didn’t happen.

Claude put her hand on her frightened Jeanne’s head, and then rocked her back and forth lightly, stroking her Jeanne’s head, and Jeanne, who was frightened and closed her eyes tightly, was shocked by what had suddenly happened. With a bewildered expression, she narrows her eyes.

“Big…”

Apparently, the atmosphere was quite serious until just now, but Jeanne’s attitude is so cute that Claude can’t hold back her laughter.

Of course, Jeanne is still confused because her head can’t keep up with her situation, but compared to before, when her mind was extremely shaken, she is psychologically much more stable.

Jeanne doesn’t know the meaning of the act of stroking her hair, but she feels the relief and skinship from being stroked makes her Jeanne no longer anxious.

“Jeanne.”

“Yes, yes yes…”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Wow…”

Ah, ah…

I can feel it. Even without energy, I can feel the will of the saint very well.

The Holy Son’s will not to harm me, to make me feel better.

Not only that. The touch of the saint feels so good.

The warm body temperature transmitted through the hands, the pleasant touch of the palms, and the sense of immorality that the body that has been cultivated is being damaged by the person who loves it.

Ah, ah…

I see… I was making a big mistake.

“…Yes. Holy Son…”

“Um…? Uh… OK, then go in now. Get some rest because I have to go to college tomorrow.”

Okay.

I am a saint, the tool of the saint.

It is impossible for a tool to go against the will of its owner.

What if I can’t use my abilities? Just being used as a servant of the Holy Son is the ultimate happiness.

I will not disappoint you.

…………

“Then, the opening ceremony ends with the above. I hope that everyone will achieve meaningful academic results.”

“Hmm…”

It’s Sisi.

I heard that it was an opening ceremony, so I thought it was going to be a grand party, but it was just Luca, who was invited from abroad, talking here and there by himself.

Of course the professors said a little, but it was only a few words.

‘Still, I’m glad I was able to see His Majesty’s face.’

It can be seen that a large number of domestic leaders, including His Majesty, are sitting in specially prepared seats.

Well, the opening of the university is a monumental achievement, but it would be impossible for His Majesty not to come.

‘Hmm…’

You are younger than I thought.

If you look at the achievements you’ve made so far, even if you’re middle-aged, there’s no problem.

Did you say your children weren’t even a year old yet? I’ve only heard of it, but seeing it in person is very surprising.

“Loui-sama, don’t look at it too much…!”

“Oh, I forgot this. Stop it.”

After listening to the servant’s words, I realized that some people and soldiers were looking at me with questioning eyes.

I hurriedly turn my head and look at the podium where the professors are descending.

‘Hmm…’

As expected, most of the faculty are old people. Well, His Majesty is an unusual case, and this is only natural.

Well, do you have more faith in your abilities as you get older?

‘Who is that woman?’

He is moving hesitantly among the professors with a firm expression on his face as if he was nervous.

From her looks, behavior, and facial expression, she can hardly be called a professor, but the professor’s badge on her chest proves that she is a professor.

‘Hmm…’

As far as I know, the selection of professors is based solely on ability and His Majesty’s approval. Does that mean that the woman has that much ability?

I need to find out more.

…………

“aaa…”

“Shut up, what’s wrong?”

“Too many… So many people… So many nobles… Even they all look at me… aaa…”

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

After the school opening ceremony and returning to the lab for tomorrow’s first class, Ms. Ellen suddenly starts screaming and scratching her body.

She’s not confident in her skills and she’s still afraid of being in the spotlight.

He even has a timid personality, so if you watch him from his side, your stomach will turn upside down.

[The frog dissection was successful… hehehe, the intestines are all fine!]

[Why don’t you just dry the nettle cap once and put it in…? No no, that… I’m not forcing you…]

[Ah, ahahahaha… That… The test… Somehow got a perfect score… I guess I got lucky…]

‘True…’

If a truly incompetent person would spare himself, it would be so, but it is absurd to see Miss Ellen, who is competent and has excellent ideas and wit, do such a thing.

They say that when a very capable person trembles with humility, it’s not humility, it’s arrogance.

“Ms. Ellen.”

“Yes, yes yes…”

“As others have said, you don’t have to be afraid of them. We’ve been exchanging good conversations with His Majesty throughout class, so why are we so afraid of those who are worse than His Majesty?”

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Miss Ellen said that at first she was frightened and trembled by His Majesty, but she saw clearly that as time passed, the fear diminished, and instead of the fear, curiosity and curiosity filled the place.

Why is a girl like that trembling at those who are clearly worse than Her Majesty?

“That’s… Uh… Yes, but… It’s a little different.”

“Different?”

“Your Majesty is at the top… I’ve encountered many lower nobles in my life…”

Ah, I think I know roughly.

So, a wild boar by the roadside is more terrifying than a dragon flying high in the sky without paying attention to oneself.

Hmm… Come to think of it that way, I’m not talking nonsense at all.

Until now, Miss Ellen must have treated Her Majesty like a dragon in her life, but the lower nobles must have lived and intertwined a lot like wild boars on the roadside.

No matter how much you get used to dragons while living with dragons, there is a good chance that you will still be afraid of wild boars if you have suffered a lot from wild boars in your life.

“Ms. Ellen.”

“Yes…”

“Don’t think of them as nobles anymore. Miss Ellen is their teacher, and they are Miss Ellen’s students.”

“Even if you say so…”

“I’m not used to it, but I’ll do my best to get used to it. Isn’t it wonderful if a professor trembles at his students? A professor who doesn’t even have to bow his head to anyone but His Majesty?”

“Ugh…”

“Above all else, if Miss Ellen is intimidated by the students, it would be a great shame to His Majesty for appointing Miss Ellen as a professor. Shouldn’t we see things like that?”

“…!”

Hmm?

I explained why Miss Ellen should not be discouraged while mentioning Her Majesty, but somehow the reaction was slightly different. He has always listened in one ear and let it out in the other, and this time he seems to have been greatly impressed.

I don’t know if it’s loyalty or fear for Your Majesty, but it was the correct answer to say it this way.

From now on, whenever Miss Ellen is about to die, I will mention Her Majesty and peck at her.