Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Translator: Penny
Chapter 6
Agron swiftly issued instructions to his men.
"Heal Ludicain and the Knight Commander, then imprison them. Ensure they don't die—there's still much to learn."
"Yes, Young Master."
"And properly recover the bodies of the Administrator and the two fallen knights."
"Won't you have them beheaded and displayed?" Majordomo Alfred asked.
Typically, those who committed grave crimes or rebelled against the Lord were beheaded, their heads impaled on spikes at the castle gates as a warning: Dare not raise your sword against the Lord.
"There's no need for such measures."
"But..."
"I don't want to create rumors that the New Head of House is ruling through terror. Besides, they posed no real threat to me—they weren't even worthy of beheading."
Alfred bowed deeply at Agron's indifferent words.
"Oh, and Alfred."
"Yes, Young Master?"
"Thank you."
A simple, understated phrase.
Yet, Alfred felt overwhelmed with emotion, as if he had received a great reward.
"It was nothing, Young Master. I merely did what a servant should."
Agron hummed in acknowledgment and nodded briefly.
After the Majordomo left the conference room, the guards cautiously approached.
"What is it?"
"Um... Y-Young Master. What should we do with the woman who came with you?"
"Woman? Ah."
He had completely forgotten about her amidst the whirlwind of events.
Agron instructed the guards to bring her in.
"Goodness, what a disaster! Are you alright?"
As soon as she was brought up to the conference hall, having been detained by the guards downstairs, Luna's eyes widened at the sight before her.
"I'm sorry you had to go through such a rough time," Agron said.
He had assumed Luna would have fled long ago. He never imagined she would stubbornly remain, waiting for him, even after witnessing her brutal struggle with the guards.
"Still, I have my loyalties. You saved my life; how could I abandon you?"
"I see."
"But... are you really okay?"
"What do you mean?"
"This room is covered in blood, and you fought the guards outside. Won't the Count's House make trouble?"
She whispered close to Agron's ear, just loud enough for him to hear, conscious of the others in the room.
"Don't worry. I've already spoken with my vassals."
"Vassals? Are tribal people here?"
"No, not at all."
Agron stared at her as if she were speaking nonsense, and Luna wore an equally puzzled expression.
"Young Master, the Council of Elders has finished drafting the documents to be sent to the Kingdom," Secretary Lekan approached and said politely.
"Well done. Send them immediately."
"Understood."
"Heh heh heh, already got a girlfriend?" Baek Woon chuckled, stroking his beard as he grinned at Luna.
Having no family of his own, Baek Woon was unfamiliar with familial affection. Yet he regarded Agron as something akin to a blood relation. He had grown fond of the young man simply by witnessing his growth firsthand, whether he liked it or not.
"Girlfriend?"
Agron tilted his head, then nodded.
"That's right. Girlfriend."
"W-wait, wait, wait a minute! I'm not your girlfriend! What are you talking about, Agron?!" Luna protested, her face flushing crimson.
"Ah—my bad. I was being narrow-minded. Boyfriend, Elder."
"Hey!!" Luna shouted. "I'm a girl, you brat!"
"Then girlfriend is correct, isn't it?"
"No, well, yes... no, not really!"
"Confusing. Were you castrated or something?"
"I'll kill you."
Normally, Agron would have been punished or reprimanded for speaking so rudely to a noble, but he didn't care about such things.
Baek Woon, who had been listening to their absurd exchange, burst into hearty laughter and excused himself. He felt immensely proud that this nephew-like boy had found such a good friend.
If only Dumurka could see this too. Tsk tsk tsk.
That evening, Agron, Baek Woon, Luna, and their core vassals gathered around a table laden with a delicious meal.
"You look much better after cleaning up and dressing properly," Baek Woon remarked, glancing at Agron.
Indeed, after washing and tidying his hair, Agron's striking features shone, transforming him into a refined and handsome young man.
"I feel a little uneasy without my necklace," Agron said.
"The one made from the fangs of a wild beast? It must hold precious memories of your master and tribe."
"No, it doesn't have any memories."
"...Then does it have some special function?"
"No, nothing at all."
"Then why...?"
"It just feels empty around my neck."
Baek Woon glared at Agron.
"Um... thank you for allowing me to bathe, Lord."
Luna spoke with an unusually polite tone.
"Why are you talking like that? It doesn't suit you."
"Ah... well, you're the Lord of the Count's House, so I can't just speak carelessly..."
At first, when Agron had talked about the territory's people and his "home," Luna had thought he was a fool.
Moreover, when he stormed the Count's mansion—not just any noble's residence, but the estate of a high-ranking Count—and beat down the guards, she'd assumed he was either insane or desperate to die.
Who would have ever imagined he was actually the Lord's son?
"Just relax and speak comfortably. I permit it."
"Ah, understood."
"Everyone must be hungry from waiting. Let's have dinner."
He glanced around at his vassals and took the first spoonful of soup.
Hmm.
Several vassals stole glances at Agron as they followed suit and began eating.
In truth, they were all extremely nervous.
They knew Agron was their new master and heir to the family, but he was still a Barbaroi who had lived among the tribes.
Their culinary customs would surely differ. What if he ate ravenously, spilling food everywhere and getting it all over himself?
Not that there was anything inherently wrong with that.
But as Count, he would be expected to attend countless banquets and aristocratic social gatherings, and even visit the Kingdom.
If he were to tear into meat with his bare hands, sauce smeared across his face, he would undoubtedly lose significant standing among the nobility.
For nobles, etiquette and refinement were weapons in their arsenal.
"Hmm, this is delicious."
But the vassals' worries proved unfounded.
Agron ate his soup silently, and when the meat was served, he carved it properly and finished his meal with graceful composure.
In fact, his manners seemed far more proper than those of most nobles.
"Agron, your table manners are impeccable. Where did you learn them?" Luna asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin, her curiosity piqued.
"From books. All truth is contained within their pages."
"Young Master, did you also study the Kingdom's laws from books, as you mentioned earlier?"
"The Secretary speaks strangely. Where else would one learn such things if not from books?"
Lekan realized the foolishness of his question even as he spoke.
"The Kingdom will send a formal reply soon. Though it's just a formality, that's when you'll truly be recognized as the Head of House."
"Hmm, I see."
"Then shall we set the date for the banquet this weekend?"
"Banquet?" Agron asked.
"Now that you've become the New Head of the Count's House, you must host a banquet to invite neighboring Lords and prominent noble families."
The Majordomo added a simple explanation: "It's customary for all noble families."
However, Agron didn't seem pleased with the explanation.
"Since there's no urgency, let's postpone it for now."
"Then what should we prioritize...?"
"First, we'll hold the funeral for my parents. Then, we'll expose the crimes of Ludicain and Tank. And—"
Agron's expression remained calm, but his eyes turned icy.
"We will find and punish those who murdered my parents."
"Are you speaking personally?" Alfred asked, his voice trembling.
Agron took two walnuts from the basket and crushed them in his hand.
Crack!
Watching the pulverized walnuts crumble to dust, Agron replied in a chilling tone:
"An eye for an eye, blood for blood."
The funeral was held at the region's largest church.
Given the circumstances of their deaths, Agron and his vassals decided not to invite other nobles. They reasoned that superstitious nobles would be reluctant to attend the funeral of a murdered lord.
In the end, only his parents' siblings and the family's vassals attended the ceremony.
"I'd like a moment alone with my parents," Agron said, dismissing everyone from the church before the burial.
The others assumed he wanted a private farewell and waited outside.
"Hmm."
Thanks to magical preservation, the bodies showed no signs of decay.
For the first time in over a decade, Agron gazed closely at his parents' faces.
As a child, he remembered his parents' faces as being similar yet somehow older. Seeing them now stirred an inexplicable emotion within him.
He pressed his face against theirs and performed the warrior's ritual.
"I swear I will find our enemies and make them pay the same price."
Clenching his jaw, he removed his father's tunic.
He needed to examine the stab wounds.
"A professional's work," Agron murmured, scrutinizing each wound on his father's body.
The minor cuts and scrapes were clearly from combat, varying in depth, thickness, and texture. They likely came from different weapons wielded by multiple assailants.
But the single stab wound that stretched from his father's shoulder to his heart was different.
One sword.
A single strike that tore through flesh, pierced bone and muscle, and stopped the heart.
"It wasn't a sword. Something heavier and sharper... an axe, perhaps."
Having gleaned information about the enemy, Agron carefully redressed his father's body and summoned the people.
The Bishop recited prayers as workers lowered the coffin into the earth.
Agron etched every detail of the ceremony into his memory.
"What do you intend to do now?"
After the funeral, when the guests had departed and Agron was alone in his study, Baek Woon came to visit.
"What do you mean?"
"Your decision to leave the tribe and come here implies you intend to live as a Veilain citizen. But if you plan to rule as Lord, you must have a proper plan."
"I do have a plan."
His gaze wasn't a forced expression, but a confident, dignified look born of genuine conviction.
Baek Woon smiled faintly.
"Ah, I see. That's fortunate. Now I can depart without any regrets."
"What do you mean?"
"...?"
"You're part of the plan too, Elder."
"Why me...?"
"Because it's my plan."
Baek Woon studied his disciple closely.
Now he realized the insolent glint in Agron's eyes stemmed not from confidence, but from arrogance.
"You certainly seem to have a comfortable and enviable life."
"Yes, I do."
"...That was sarcasm."
Baek Woon felt his blood pressure rising and his eyebrows twitched.
He had found common ground with Dumurka, but conversing with Agron sometimes made him feel like his head would explode.
"That wasn't sarcasm. It was a sincere answer."
"Not you! I was being sarcastic!"
"Elder, don't be sarcastic with yourself. People should live positively."
"Gwaaaah!"
Agron tilted his head as Baek Woon screamed and stormed out of the room.
"Well, his personality is far too difficult for us to work together," Agron clicked his tongue and rose from his seat, descending to the dungeon.
It was time to hear the truth.
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