Chapter 766

Episode 766 Choice and Decision (9)

When the sun goes down and it gets dark, Ray always visits the head of Cerian family.

Even while being cared for by servants, he always shouted.

‘Who are you!’ Words such as ‘How dare you steal something from this place!’

But only that day, he greeted himself quietly.

“Come in.”

Upon hearing the knocking sound, Ray immediately opened the door at the calm tone of the Cerian household.

“okay. What did you come for?”

The light smile that formed on his lips looked very different, even if it was different from the look of the Cerian family he knew.

People with dementia sometimes come back to normal.

It’s just that in this case, even if you seem to respond politely, in reality, most of the time you don’t know who the other person is.

Inwardly, ‘Who is this person?’ It is to set an example in the mind that you should not make a mistake while thinking.

Knowing how stressed out the family of Cerian is, Ray greeted them first.

“My name is Ray. I came to Serian Territory as a dispatched priest.”

Only then did the family head, whose expression relaxed a little, asked again.

“A dispatch priest. Has anyone been hurt?”

“...”

He had no answer to that.

How long will this condition last?

day? Two days?

Or maybe it’s just a few hours and a few minutes.

It is a time that may never come again.

Instead of answering, Ray smiled and pointed to the portrait hanging on the wall.

“It is a pretty picture. Do you know who the Count is?”

“Mmm.”

Gazoo Cerian, who was looking over the picture, shook his head.

“I think of someone similar... but I don’t know. Was there such a picture hanging in my bed?”

A voice that doesn’t know at all.

Ray answered inwardly.

‘Count Cerian, that painting is your daughter.’

I don’t know to what extent the memory has returned.

But what is certain is that it is not up to now.

The Count smiled shyly and said.

“I can’t remember if my head has been going bad lately. It’s a body rotting in a periphery like this, so I’m saying that.”

He had an easy-going personality that was not aristocratic, to the extent that he joked with dispatched priests who were much lower in status than himself.

Ray was worried.

Whether to explain the situation with dementia or just hide and cover it so that the count is not confused.

If he only thought of the patient, he would have chosen the latter, but he is an absolute master of one region.

Whether you like it or not, you must make a choice so that the territories under your command can survive.

Monarch.

and patient.

Seeing the Count in two disparate situations, it was not easy to draw conclusions.

After thinking for a long time, Ray finally made a decision.

After instructing the servants on what to do, he spoke very politely.

“I’m sorry, but you, Earl Cerian, are ill.”

As expected from the unexpected words, he was confused.

“Illness... what does that mean?”

“How far are your recent memories?”

remember

Rather than being angry, the family head of Cerian answered after struggling with the question.

“...I don’t remember very well. I think I took a walk.”

“Do you have children?”

“I have one daughter. He must be about six years old.”

At those words, Ray felt that the current situation was very different from what Cerian’s family remembered.

Levia is already an adult.

To the extent that he had in mind the succession of the Count’s family.

The Count was puzzled by the fact that even the knights were being sent out, even if they were servants.

“They are the ones who have worked in the mansion for a long time.”

“I know. I have a lot of doubts.”

I don’t know where the eyes and ears of the black room may be.

If there was a garrison this close, they must have planted a spy in a nearby noble family.

Only Count Cerian and Ray were left in the bedroom.

It was easier for him to talk, and he spoke again.

“All that remains is the heirloom. Are you there? The count’s prized treasure in this mansion.”

“Heirloom... I mean.”

Hesitation appeared in the count’s eyes, who had shown no resistance when asked to succeed to the title.

But that was just a moment.

He quickly made up his mind and nodded his head.

“Yes.”

“I need that. Being in the count’s family won’t help you anyway.”

It’s because the black room is aiming for it.

Once targeted, there is no way for the county to survive as long as they have the heirloom.

In that case, it was better to have it yourself.

He thought he would be rejected this time, but Count Cerian readily agreed this time as well.

“Do that.”

“yes?”

At this point, Ray was rather surprised.

From his point of view, a story like this would have to be very sudden.

Not to mention that there was a disease, and the requirements were only very strict.

However, the way he humbly accepted everything seemed far from resignation.

Count Cerian said.

“Of course you can give it away. If what you say is true.”

There was a benevolent smile on his lips that he had seen before.

“That means.”

“If you make such an unreasonable demand for a Margrave of a Kingdom, then of course you have evidence. So that I have no choice but to accept your request.”

Did the thought reach that far with an imperfect mind?

‘They say it’s a family with a deep history, so it seems they didn’t survive simply by luck.’

Negotiations that are considerate of others.

The idea of looking ahead one step ahead and the attitude of being considerate of the opponent that is ingrained in the body as if it were natural.

Even so, he never fell behind in negotiations, so Count Cerian was a man with subtlety.

Ray said to the attendant outside.

“I ask you to come in.”

At the same time as he spoke, the bedroom door opened as if he had waited.

Did he just train?

Levia, wearing half-plate armor, entered.

* * *

Levia, who had been clashing swords with the knights in the gymnasium, stopped sparring when an attendant walked from a distance.

She asked as she wiped her sweat with a towel draped over a tree.

“What’s going on?”

“yes. Lady Ray tells me to come to the lord’s bed.”

“Father’s?”

Levia tilted her head when she was told to come to the bedroom rather than the office or study.

“It is a strange thing. i get it. Tell them that you are sweating, so wash up and go.”

“That’s...”

“What else?”

The servant hesitantly said.

“He told me to come to bed as soon as I heard the news.”

“her.”

She made a gasping sound involuntarily.

To come to a woman who sweated, and even to the count’s daughter, without even having time to wash herself.

Levia, who muttered, ‘I’m sure he doesn’t know manners’, let out a drool.

“Okay. i get it. Guide me.”

Without even thinking of taking off her half-plate armor, she followed the attendant to the lord’s bedroom.