CH 198

Principality of Dmitry (3)

Dmitry.

It was a hometown I had been visiting for a long time.

Rodwell, who had left Dmitry to prove himself in the capital, recalled the past in the surrounding landscape.

'How many years?'

I couldn't remember.

What is certain is that outside Dmitry Castle was not such a good environment to live in.

Apparently, even when he left Dmitry, the slum smelled of stench, and the shabby houses had been demolished and a beautiful village had been formed.

No matter how much I looked around, there were no dark faces.

Well-fed and well-bred children ran around with lively faces, and as they moved their gaze, the wall of Dmitry in the distance gave off an overwhelming presence.

It seemed higher than before.

Not only that, it was changed to a structure that was practical for battle, and defenses against magic were installed on the fortress walls.

'A lot has happened.'

while he was away.

Dmitry was caught up in the vortex of war.

He fought Barco and had trouble with the northern lords in the process of occupying the northeast area, and the rebel commander, Marquis Benedict, also showed a movement to attack Dmitry.

Dmitry was changed by such events.

If at one time I felt marginal and superior, now it seems that nowhere else in the kingdom could I find an environment as well-equipped as Dmitry.

The war is over.

Rodwell Dmitry was ordered to leave.

Dmitry became a principality, but this did not separate Cairo and national defense.

The part that directly borders other countries, such as the West and the South, was decided as a common national defense, and I received the answer that if I only wanted Rodwell Dmitry, I could continue my life in the West.

Besides, he was promised a promotion at the Nongong Fair, so he will be assigned a commander-level position when he returns.

I was at a crossroads of choice.

Will you stay with Dmitry?

Or, will you go back to the West?

Returning to Dmitry to make a decision, he put aside his sentiments and entered Dmitry through the gates.

And.

admired

The figure in front of him was very different from the Dmitry he remembered.

" What the hell happened?"

Well maintained roads and buildings.

It was an unbelievable development for a city on the outskirts, and the part that caught the eye above all was Dmitry's soldiers.

I also felt it in the process of entering, and at a glance, they were well trained and patrolled in a well-organized manner.

Sharp movements and sharp eyes.

Seeing their unwillingness to allow any disturbance, Rodwell Dmitry recalled the Roman soldiers he had seen on the battlefield.

It was certain.

they have changed

They weren't just ordinary soldiers on the outskirts, but compared to the Kingdom Army, they were rather overwhelming.

Rodwell Dmitry walked the streets.

Everything was unfamiliar.

Although it had not been long since he left Dmitry, he could not readily accept his hometown, which had changed so much.

It took some time to calm the confusion.

He went into an unknown restaurant and took a seat, while sipping a beer while listening to the people passing by.

"Chuckle, did that really happen?"

"Because it is. The newcomer made a mistake and almost got buried in the underground tunnel. I might not be here today if Roman Dmitry hadn't really secured the tunnel's safety.

"It is not. Right after I protected the mines with magical artifacts, I haven't heard of anyone dying.

"To Roman Dmitry-sama who saved my life, cheers!"

Cheers!

widely!

hit a beer mug.

Those who appear to be miners in the iron mines were talking about Roman Dmitry, and the situation at the other tables was not much different.

What they said ended up being Roman Dmitry.

Roman Dmitry's performance on the battlefield this time, they seemed to take great pride in being a member of Dmitry.

one city.

It was lively.

Dmitry secured jobs for the local people from the iron mines, and the money he earned from it created a virtuous cycle to encourage consumption.

Naturally, people enjoyed their daily life.

And knowing that their daily life originated from Roman Dmitry, Roman Dmitry did not fall into their conversation.

There was a discrepancy in memory.

Before Rodwell Dmitry left, his only brother was Dmitry's idiot who was ridiculed by people.

wiggle wiggle.

drank alcohol

And then.

widely.

He put down his drink and got up.

The taste was bitter.

* * *

that day.

Rodwell Dmitry couldn't sleep all night.

The second son of the baron family.

Why was he living such a vicious life?

There was no great reason.

He simply struggled to become a suitable person for Dmitry, but while he was away for a while, the world changed.

Roman Dmitry was never ridiculed for his name alone.

What he saw and heard along the way showed how much trust and respect the people of Dmitry had in Roman Dmitry.

I was disappointed.

My mind was complicated.

The present Dmitry knew that Roman Dmitry was more suitable for him than himself.

" It really is like a beggar."

past efforts.

He deserved the successor.

Roman Dmitry practiced swordsmanship in his naps, went to the blacksmith's while drinking, and studied tactics alone in his room when he met women and raised his voice with the guards.

People decided that such Rodwell Dmitry was the heir to the family.

Those who had said that the fact had not changed when they left Dmitry could not hide the uncomfortable look on their faces, which they had not seen in a long time.

It was obviously sorry.

Their hearts were toward Roman Dmitry, so they couldn't really treat Rodwell Dmitry.

It was a brutal reality.

Even though I was saddened by the fact that my efforts were falling apart, I didn't want to resent those who followed Roman Dmitry.

Are there any visible results?

Dmitry has developed, the people are leading a happy life, and the baron's family is now the master of the one and only duchy.

either one.

There was no blemish.

Roman Dmitry was a really good successor to Dmitry.

'And I lost my eyes.'

one eye.

it was chilly

Losing one eye as a swordsman changed a lot more than I expected.

All manner of swinging the sword felt unfamiliar, and even the sense of distance was not as accurate as it used to be.

I looked at the sky from the veranda.

It was a dark night.

Like his future, Rodwell Dmitry was thrown into chaos.

'There is no place for me in Dmitry. And even if I go back to the West, I'm not what they want me to be.'

I got stuck on a dead end road.

Actually.

For all reasons, Rodwell Dmitry could not forget what Roman Dmitry had done on the battlefield.

People would only hear rumors.

Contrary to those who merely said that they had shown overwhelming force in the course of dealing with Gustavo, Rodwell Dmitry witnessed the situation with his own eyes.

It was overwhelming.

It was intense.

Seeing that blood splattered every blink of an eye, from then on, he had already given up the seat of the heir.

Dmitry Duchy.

It's not like the baron's family.

In order to rule the area to the northeast, Roman Dmitry was more suited to the position of successor than himself.

I spent the night contemplating.

one day, two days.

After spending time alone, he headed to the office at the call of his father.

And.

After much deliberation, he came to a conclusion.

"I am not saying that I will give up simply because I am the eldest son. Arriving in Dmitry and observing people's daily lives, I learned that the majority had already accepted Roman brother as Dmitry's successor. I don't want to blame the time I was away to the capital. Even if he remained in Dmitry, he would not have shown himself as much as Roman hyung, and people's decisions might have been easier as he was compared. father. For the sake of Dmitry's future, I don't want to talk about his efforts. so ."

Dmitry's genius.

Dmitry's future.

he got lost

He looked up at Baron Romero with a different face from the past when he was full of confidence.

"Please let me go. For the time being, I think I need some time for myself, not Dmitry."

got up from his seat

Then, he said his last goodbye and left the office.

* * *

Only the two of us remain in the office.

said Baron Romero.

" Once upon a time, I had placed an excessive burden on Rodwell. Because you're called the eldest son, you're called Dmitry's jerk. Because of people who say that families from commoners have limitations in their birth. Watching Rodwell, who often learns swordsmanship and shows himself superior to others, I thought that maybe he could become the heir to the future of the Dmitry family."

My heart was tired.

He was the second son who was always brave.

Perhaps because he was more trustworthy than the eldest son, the last glance he showed me caught my heart.

"At a young age, Rodwell lived up to his father's expectations. With a single word that I believe, with the eyes of trust. At first, a child who was foolish, from a certain moment, did everything with a strong gaze and no hateful sound. Rodwell was Dmitry's pride. And today, I said that I could not grant the seat of successor to Rodwell, who had been serving Dmitry all his life. It's cruel indeed. But even now, I don't think that the choice was wrong. For the future of the Dmitry people, it is right for you, Roman Dmitry, to be your successor."

but.

As a father, the mind was a separate matter.

As the head of state, he made the right decision, but from the moment Rodwell left, his face was stained with sadness.

'I am not a very good father.'

Roman Dmitry.

it's a sore finger

So I had no choice but to pay more attention, and while taking it for granted that Rodwell Dmitry did great things, he rejoiced as if he had won the world when Roman Dmitry was just a little bit good at it.

Because he was a child who shared the life of a commoner. At that time, I believed it was right as a father to take care of a sore finger.

Conversely, Rodwell Dmitry.

I thought that it should be compensated by handing over the family.

As I grew older and lived my life, at that time, I was very clumsy as a parent.

People praised Baron Romero as a positional figure, but he was also not very good as a father.

"Roman."

Yes.

"I'm not that smart. Even after doing something I would regret like that, I still don't know what to do as a father. Normally, I would have gone to your mother and asked for the answer. But this time, there is something I want to ask of you."

"Say it."

The rich man looked at each other.

Dmitry's new future.

Rather than the life that people looked up to, he wanted Dmitry to exist as Dmitry.

"Bring your brother. A brother who has lost a lot. I'm not sure it's a good choice for Rodwell to ask you to do this, but I don't think it's bad for a family to fulfill its meaning as a family. Like I am the father of you and Rodwell. As a father, I want you to do your best for your family, even if you are lacking. This is my last request from you, who will inherit Dmitry."

the word family.

Roman Dmitry was silent for a moment.

present life.

I wasn't used to it.

He had experienced a previous life, but he was living a different life from the previous one.

"Okay, Dad."

bland answer.

At those words, Baron Romero smiled at ease.

* * *

left the office.

Roman Dmitry walked down the hallway, looking down at his hands.

'In my previous life, I ended my blood and blood with this hand.'

it was still clear

Their faces that were blushing to kill themselves and cursed with their eyes wide open until the moment they stopped breathing.

The brothers who thought they had a good relationship in their own way were no different.

At the end of his life, he blamed himself for putting pressure on his breath, not his father, who incited the skeletal conflict.

that.

In Baek Jung-hyuk's life, he was called brothers.

The present life was different.

Meet Lauren Dmitry.

As he spoke with Rodwell Dmitry, Roman organized his relationship with them in his head.

"Stupid guy."

I was pathetic.

Rodwell made the face of giving up on the world because he had lost one eye, and gave up the position of successor without hesitation despite the years he had been working hard for.

It was unimaginable in a previous life.

Unlike his brothers, who were desperate to seize power, Rodwell did not want a dispute with his family.

The world is tough.

If it's your own brother, if it's someone born from your own bloodline.

I'm not going to let Rodwell Dmitry fall this way.

What kind of person he had as his older brother, and what it means to live as Dmitry.

I thought I'd show you this time.

moved a step

that's how you got there.

In Dmitry's gym, there was Rodwell Dmitry, wielding a sword in the sun.