Chapter 42

Episode 42

The Mahol siblings forgave them.

There was nothing to call forgiveness.

The nobles did nothing wrong. It was their children who made the mistake.

‘The sin of raising someone wrong is also a sin.’

If I had raised my children properly, this wouldn’t have happened.

It is not for nothing that they say that the child’s fault is the parents’ fault.

“This isn’t good, it’s just rude...”

That wasn’t what I didn’t like.

I didn’t like the Mahol siblings’ forgiveness.

At the very least, you should tear off what needs to be ripped off and forgive.

I forgave too easily without receiving anything in return.

“You did nothing wrong. So we have nothing to forgive.”

This is what Mahol said, who said he was going to kill the Iljin people.

Even if you are a parent, you are not at fault unless you are the party involved.

Isn’t it very different from ‘that’?

It was hard to believe that a person with such thoughts could become the king of assassins.

Unless you’ve read the novel, you wouldn’t even think about the assassin king after seeing his personality.

Maybe it was because the sight was so absurd that I started laughing without realizing it.

“Puhuhuhuh.”

As soon as I started laughing, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

I thought I laughed a little, but I think I heard the whole laugh.

“why?”

“Oh no. “You suddenly smiled.”

As I looked coldly at him, Viscount Jones trembled and lowered his head.

“I guess there’s a law I’m not allowed to smile at?”

“sorry. “I have committed a mortal sin!”

Viscount Jones fell flat on the floor.

That bloated body trembled like a cell phone ringing.

He reacted to every word I said as if a natural disaster had struck.

“Stop it and get up.”

“Yes, yes!”

Viscount Jones jumped up and stood at attention.

I ignored him and spoke to the Mahol siblings.

“Are you really going to forgive me?”

“yes.”

They nodded at the same time.

“Can you not regret it?”

“yes.”

“Even if I don’t get an apology now?”

“....”

Mahol closed his mouth for a moment and looked back at Reina.

He may be fine, but Raina may be different.

He tried to get revenge, but Raina suffered and he couldn’t even get close to it, let alone get revenge.

Will she be able to easily forgive them after suffering without being able to do anything?

‘Considering Raina’s personality, it might be possible... but you don’t know that.’

There was no way to know what was in his mind other than God.

“gulp.”

Someone swallowed their saliva in the excruciating silence.

When I looked in the direction of the sound, I saw one of the nobles quickly covering his mouth.

Reina, who was looking at it all, opened her mouth.

“I... honestly don’t want to forgive.”

At that one word, the nobles’ faces darkened.

This is because their treatment varies depending on what she says.

“Every day was like hell. “It’s hard to live in a place like a garbage dump, but my brother always comes back hurt.”

“Hmm.”

Viscount Jones sighed.

I heard what my son did wrong.

“I came back with a swollen face and a broken bone. “Every day felt like hell, to the point where I felt lucky that my skin was torn.”

However, after hearing from the person involved, I felt that this was not a light matter.

The actions of the group that came out of Raina’s mouth were enough to make even him frown.

There was something so severe that he really suspected his son had done it.

“I don’t want to forgive. How can I forgive? “The people who made my brother like that.”

As she said that, Raina looked back at the vice principal.

I heard that I ended up living in a garbage dump because of my communion.

She’s not brainy. In fact, he is rather smart.

So just because of that, they realized that everything that had been bothering them was the vice principal’s doing.

“But what I hate more than that is becoming just like them.”

Reina continued, still glaring at the vice principal.

“I’m sorry.”

The vice principal couldn’t even think of making an excuse.

As he looked at the nobles in the drawing room, he thought he was done.

I should have stopped the nobles’ actions.

It was not the nobles who entered the temple, but the person who entered the temple.

There was nothing the vice principal could do when it was known that he had lied to the nobles.

“What do you want?”

The vice principal bowed his head to the protagonist in resignation.

***

The Count’s office.

The head deacon came running urgently.

“Count!”

“Deacon? “What are you so excited about?”

It is extremely rare for the head deacon to show his emotions.

Among the knights, there were some who called the chief deacon ‘the iron butler’ because he had no emotions.

To that extent, the head deacon did not show his emotions.

“You should come outside for a moment.”

“what?”

“This... I think the Count should see it.”

“What are you saying?”

The count looked puzzled and followed him out.

“crazy...?”

A thick curse came out of the earl’s mouth when he arrived at the training ground.

Something so absurd happened.

“What is all this?”

“These are in the name of Master Raymond.”

“To Raymond?”

“yes. But... the places they were sent were all different. For example, Viscount Jones sent us 10,000 rolls of silkworm thread.”

“10,000 pills?”

10,000 was by no means a small number.

In terms of kilometers, it is as much as 90 kilometers.

It couldn’t have been a huge amount.

Plus, other things weren’t easy either.

“Baron Letton sent hundreds of kilograms of iron ore, and in addition...” The

Count felt dazed by the objects that filled the training hall and the butler listing them.

This is the first time something like this has happened in his life.

No, it’s not the first time.

There was a time when goods were exchanged between fiefdoms through transactions.

But it’s not a deal now.

It didn’t occur to me that Raymond at the Academy would have given them anything.

What can a person who has nothing give?

That means these things are free.

The quantity and quality were too good for something that was free.

“What on earth are you doing?”

It was a frustrating moment to check on him through reports.

***

After the nobleman left, the academy became noisy again.

The principal, who was usually invisible, appeared at the academy.

The vice principal and teachers were put on alert, and they taught with more discipline than usual.

“Mahol was given a disciplinary punishment of three days for cleaning the flower beds, and the other seven were given a one-month suspension from school.”

Unlike the accident in which bones were exposed and blood was splattered, the punishment they received was not severe.

To be exact, the discipline of Mahol, who wielded a blade, was overwhelmingly lower than that of the other members of the team.

The students were suspended for a month, but for Mahol, it was only three days for cleaning flower beds.

As for Mahol’s discipline, I told the vice principal to do so.

Lower the disciplinary action as much as possible.

They didn’t even mention anything about the Iljin group.

‘I thought he would be punished similarly to Mahol.’

I thought that the vice-principal would sufficiently lower the level of disciplinary action against the students.

It was beyond expectations.

‘Is it the principal?’

There is no way the vice principal could have made that decision alone.

In that case, the principal who showed up did something.

Well, these days, as soon as the principal shows up, he turns the academy upside down.

He even came into the class during class and took some of the cadets with him.

“Maybe because the teachers were watching the principal, the classes weren’t progressing properly.”

The principal appeared and teachers taught only outdoors.

I was busy sparring with the cadets and keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings to see when the principal would come.

‘Let’s train hard.’

It’s not something I care about.