I Quit Saving the Academy Heroes

Count Ansberg’s Funeral

Inside the carriage heading to the Ansberg estate.

The Count looked at me with suspicious eyes.

To be precise, my waist.

I followed his gaze and checked my waist.

Without realizing it, he came out with the sword he stole from Leo.

“Louis Wallenstein.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“If my eyes aren’t wrong now, it looks like the sword has Epsilt’s print on it.”

I gulped and swallowed the saliva.

“Let’s see.”

Following his words, I carefully held out my sword.

At the same time, the count’s expression becomes terrifying.

“If you don’t explain it properly, I will blow your head off.”

What a cruel thing to say.

“Haha, are you kidding me… ?”

“Do you look like a joke?”

I exclaimed urgently.

“No, I think I fell for the Epsilt family or misunderstood something like that… ”

“Accurate.”

“Again, this is a misunderstanding.”

I quickly explained to him about the duel with Leo Epsilt.

“… That’s how it happened. This sword is what he used as a condition for a duel.”

“Hoo… That’s great. After all, it’s like Wallenstein’s successor.”

The terrifying expression he had just seen disappeared, and he made a happy expression.

The Count raises my sword and examines it slowly.

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s an ordinary sword.”

Yeri.

Yeah, that’s not really an ordinary thing.

But because he couldn’t explain the power behind the sword to him.

I just said briefly.

“It is said to be the treasured sword of the family handed down from generation to generation in the Duke of Epsilt.”

“very good! You did a good job of entrusting the heir to you.”

“Anyway, I’m the only child… ”

“quiet.”

Anyway, he exhaled a continuous exclamation and looked at the sword.

Isn’t it so good to have one shot at the Duke of Epsilt?

The Count seems to be in a good mood, so I cautiously spoke out at this time.

“I, my lord? I also won a duel with him, but I raised some pocket money… ”

“Shut up.”

“Yep.”

… sh*t.

after a while.

Our carriage came to a slow stop.

As I got off the carriage following the Count, I caught my eye on the messy Ansberg estate.

The highlight among them was the smashed Ansberg lord castle.

It’s been quite some time since the gargoyle attack.

I expected the Yeongji to have been restored to some extent.

Perhaps that was my mistake.

In particular, in order to restore the destroyed lord’s castle, it had to be almost rebuilt rather than repaired.

The Earl and I slowly headed towards the Youngjuseong Fortress.

Not another family, but the funeral of the Countess of Ansberg.

Although they are the same counts, their prestige is different from our fallen counts of Wallenstein.

Perhaps because of that, nobles from all over the empire gathered for the funeral.

It was quite awkward to see the colorful wagons filling up around the half-destroyed Yeongjuseong Fortress.

The entrance to the castle.

Perhaps to guide the guests, the article was in front.

Count Wallenstein asked such a knight.

“What festival is going on?”

At the provocation that would shock even Satan, I opened my mouth wide.

This Count Wallenstein is clearly a psychopath.

The knight answered with bloodshot eyes and quick gnashing of teeth.

“… It is a funeral, not a festival.”

“Aigoo, indeed. make this mistake. ha ha!”

Leaving behind that smile, the count hands over the invitation and walks past the knight.

I followed the count and bowed slightly to the knight and entered.

No, no matter how many people died…

We headed towards the mortuary in Yeongjuseong.

Like the might of Ansberg Count, the lord’s castle was bustling with people.

Most were nobles.

I could see quite a few cadets I met a few times within the academy.

If all the children of noble families came here, the academy would be idle today.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood still.

Even if this is a fantasy world that has no fundamentals, even martial arts and such things exist.

Even at a funeral in a fantasy world, he would bow twice or not.

So I tried to imitate Count Wallenstein in moderation.

The count didn’t show any movement.

Other nobles gathered in twos and threes and had a quiet conversation.

Like Wallenstein too, we never had to do that.

Let’s stay like that for a while.

the count tells me

“Wait here for a moment. I’m going to visit Count Ansberg.”

I opened my mouth again and looked at him.

So, did you just say you were coming to ‘see’ the corpse?

While I’m in shock for a moment.

Count Wallenstein suddenly disappeared.

“No, sleep… ”

he’s already gone

No, what am I supposed to do alone…

All the academy cadets talked among themselves or followed their parents to say hello.

And, I was alone.

I’d rather be fine with just that.

People pretended not to and glanced at me.

They seem to be whispering quietly so that no one else can hear them, but I can hear them all.

“Right?”

“Yes, Louis Wallenstein.”

“Even Wallenstein did come… ”

In particular, they, like Count Wallenstein, paid attention to the sword I was wearing.

“Isn’t that the Epsylt family’s treasured sword?”

“Why did that happen to him?”

The question of such aristocrats is the children who came with them.

In other words, the academy cadets released them.

“Yes, Father. The two of them dueled… ”

“As a condition of the duel, a public apology and a family sword… ”

Seeing the rumors spread, I laughed to myself.

Leo, is it really possible to hold your head up out of shame?

In particular, this treasure sword is a sword descended from the first head of the Epsilt Duke family in the game setting.

If Leo didn’t tell his father about this.

What if the Duke first found out about it at this funeral?

‘I’m looking forward to it.’

I could barely hold back the laughter that was about to burst out.

how long has it been

People started moving, so I followed them too.

Roughly speaking, it’s time to bury Count Ansberg.

Naturally, the topic shifted to the attack of the Ansberg family and the gargoyles.

People start talking to each other.

“Oh my gosh, Count Ansberg could not go like this… ”

“I heard that they stayed until the very end to defend the people, fighting the gargoyles.”

“Hey, so heroic.”

Praise for the Count.

“By the way, even the count was killed, but the territory is better than I thought.”

“It was shattered like this, but it’s hard to say that I’m fine… ”

“No, to some extent relatively. I thought that if the Count died, the territory would be completely destroyed.”

That’s probably because I warned you in advance.

Surely it would have been

“Thanks to Felice Ansberg’s warning in advance, I was able to prepare a little bit.”

“Are you young Felice? No, how do you know… ”

“Well, I mean. Anyway, it’s still Felice’s young girl. It was rumored to be excellent from the beginning, but… ”

The sound of people talking is annoying.

Of course, I had told Lucy to name Felice instead of me.

Still, Lucy wants to thank me.

At least I thought I’d tell the truth after work.

Wasn’t that

A little disappointed with Lucy.

Even though I was giving a warning in advance to save people, including Lucy.

That being said, someone else.

Even the person who insulted me to the end took my achievements, and I can’t help but feel good.

Shall I shut my mouth like this?

Or is there another way to f*ck Ansberg?

I pondered for a while.

Oh, and I just felt it.

I don’t think I’ve always been that nice.

—

Today was my father’s funeral.

Nevertheless, Lucy was not terribly sad.

Well, the tears didn’t come out because they were dry, it’s not like that.

It wasn’t really sad, so I didn’t cry.

It was natural.

Because Lucy had seen the human father, even less than the maid in the mansion.

The Earl of Ansberg was the perfect knight and the perfect housekeeper.

He didn’t have much time to devote to his children.

It can be said that other noble families are similar, but Count Ansberg was particularly harsh.

Sometimes even the time he gives to his children, mostly his older sister.

It was Felice Ansberg’s share.

It was natural.

Felice Ansberg showed a talent for swordsmanship from an early age.

Many people praised Felice and called her a gifted child.

His father saw such an older sister as the heir to the family, and showed interest only in her.

After all, yourself.

Lucy Ansberg felt like an unimportant human being to the Earl of Ansberg.

Whatever it may have been in reality, the Count’s actions were enough to hurt Lucy.

She was not loved by the Count.

He felt jealous and inferior to his older sister.

While pretending not to be her mother, she paid more attention to Felice.

Even Felice devoted herself to practicing swordsmanship, and did not have much time to hang out with her younger sister.

So, it wouldn’t be too strange that she wasn’t very sad at the Count’s funeral.

Rather, the thing that annoyed Lucy the most right now was the words people were talking about.

That her sister, Felice Ansberg, had saved the estate.

All in all, it was a blatant lie.

Felice, who brazenly stood still and did not explain, was so detestable.

I felt so sorry for Louis Wallenstein, who was standing there alone and alone in the distance.

I feel like I’m doing something wrong to him.

Still not sure exactly what to do, she turned to Louis Wallenstein.

Now, even though he was about to go to his father’s burial.

It doesn’t matter, she thought.

After all, Felice Ansberg is there.