A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

184 – My Nostrum, Your Nostrum (4)

When asked to make an objective evaluation of a person, when it comes to family, the arms often bend inward.

Noir is like that.

If other noble families had behaved the way they did before returning, they would have been put on the death row immediately and either shot or beheaded with a guillotine.

But that bird…Was my younger brother.

Like it or not, he was my younger brother born from the same womb and shared blood, and too much time had passed for me to correct him.

This time it was different.

From the time Noir was 7 years old, I assigned someone to him to correct his behavior, and made him a guardian of Nostrum, which was the antithesis of when I took the position of a traitor.

My father and mother actively helped me with this, and thanks to that, I was able to find mental stability in many ways.

At least Noir doesn’t end up in an accident that will turn the world upside down.

In that sense, the current image of Noir is an excellent product created by our entire Gibraltar family.

If my father honed his body and swordsmanship, I chipped away, wiped away, erased, and covered up the evil part of Noir.

And the result.

“Noir Gibraltar? Objectively, he’s a good boy.”

“…To what extent? To the extent that you can lend me those clothes?”

“Now it’s grown to be worth lending. Hmm.”

In order to ask for an objective opinion, I met Viscount Hex Romana, who has as much and even more objective eyes than me.

“I have 5 years left until I turn 20. Well, it’s too slow to say that I’ll get married in 5 years. I have to start dating now, so I can get married and have children in 5 years.”

“Is noir that good?”

“What are you thinking, making her younger brother like that?”

Hex Her viscount seemed dumbfounded, tapping her hand on the list of new students piled up in front of her.

“Even though there are many descendants of heroes among the new recruits, there is no one as outstanding as Noir Gibraltar among them, right?”

“…”

“Or are you jealous that Noir is so popular?”

“That’s right-“

“There is no way. The man you would be jealous of would be the opposite s*x that Astasia showed even the slightest interest in.”

Viscount Hex waved her hand and presented a list of new students in front of me.

“Okay, while we’re here, please sort them out. The Saint side is black. The Naria side is gold. The Empire side is white.”

“That’s not difficult, but… “

“You want to hear more about Noir Gibraltar? You can’t just listen to it. You listen to it enough while you’re working, right?”

Viscount Hex requested her trade her.

What I need right now is Noir’s safety, so without saying anything, I received the list and held up three seals.

“Noir Gibraltar.”

Viscount Hex leisurely crossed his legs and opened his mouth.

Although I didn’t like the pose of clasping my hands on my knees, I silently looked through the profiles on the list and took turns stamping them.

“Anyone can see that he is now a ‘golden’ person. With my brother established as a traitor to Nostrum and the hope of the empire, wouldn’t he actually be a margrave if he leaves Nostrum?”

“Everyone knows that.”

“It is important that everyone knows. Among women, what woman would not aim for the position of Charlotte Lembourg Gunther…Correction. Countess of Gibraltar?”

That is correct.

Astasia before her regression also said that every time she met me, she was the ‘Countess of Gibraltar’ and she closed to me.

It’s still the same now.

“A good-looking man doesn’t cheat and devotes his entire life to only himself? If he doesn’t indulge in extreme luxury and pleasure, he even sets aside a separate budget to use the enormous assets he earns from his estate for himself. There were very few women who had such luxury.”

“It’s not noir.”

“Are you saying it looks like Noir Gibraltar is going to have an affair?”

“Noir is not a guy who would turn away women. He wouldn’t think having multiple women is a problem.”

“But what if you can afford it?”

“…”

For a moment, the seal stopped.

“Not only the lady you see now, Charlotte Harmania, but also all the women in the kingdom are hoping to become Noir’s concubines?”

“…”

“And the cause is not only Noir, but also you?”

“What can I say?”

“Hey. Your uncle could become the emperor of the empire, isn’t it natural?”

“Ah.”

I understood it right away.

“…I forgot that point of view for a while.”

“Forget? Is this obvious?”

“Stop thinking only about Noir.”

“…Aren’t you buried in some of Noir’s bad points? Like the negative aspects of Noir that you can’t tell others about. I guess that’s why I’m having trouble making proper decisions right now?”

“…”

As Viscount Hex observed, I am currently in a position where it is difficult to make a sound judgment.

“I guess I’ll have to listen to Viscount Hex’s opinion.”

“…You listen to me?”

“No matter how much I do, there are parts that break down sometimes.”

“Are you a magic machine?”

“This is especially true when it comes to family, noir and letard.”

“What about the other sisters?”

“Starting from a completely blank page is different from recognizing all the dust engraved on the back.”

Lovemaker Noir.

Blood Witch Lettar.

Compared to those people, it is no exaggeration to say that today’s Noir and Letard are heroes and angels.

But they keep flashing in my memory.

These were such terrible memories, even now, eight years after the regression.

“Then let me ask you one thing. Do you hate it when other women are around Noir, or do you hate that… The daughter of Viscount Harmania?”

Viscount Hex pointed to the profile of the daughter of Viscount Harmania, which I still hold on to.

“If I were to be specific, it’s the latter.”

“Why?”

“I feel like this woman is going to eat Noir somewhere?”

“…”

“Isn’t that right?”

“Hmm, I never thought I’d say this. You don’t like older people or anything, do you?”

From noble mtl dot come

“What do you mean?”

Nonsense.

“I would have loved Astasia even if she was older than me.”

“She doesn’t care about older people? Then she doesn’t care if Astasia is 9 years older than you?”

“If I was 10 and Astasia was 19, she would have gone to see Astasia and told her to wait 10 years.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then you are saying that being older is not a problem…”

Viscount Hex twitched her fingers for a moment, then began to twirl her head.

“What is the appropriate logic? The most obvious logic for you to accept. Hmm. The harem is okay. The older woman is also okay. Viscount Harmania has never done any harm to the Earl of Gibraltar. Lady Charlotte is too beautiful to just say no. Age is a problem…”

Jump up.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“What is that?”

“You’re falling because of the age difference.”

“… So, how can I fall for the logic that she is older than me-“

“You are a minor.”

“…!!”

I jumped up from my seat without realizing it.

“Noir is also a minor…!”

“This is a huge issue when you change gender, isn’t it?”

“It’s as if an adult man was eyeing a minor noble daughter…” ” !”

“Yeah, so-“

Ah.

“Ah.”

Viscount Hex and I sighed at the same time.

“This logic doesn’t work either. There’s nothing we can do. It’s rude for the Lady, but let’s just say we can’t do it because she’s too old compared to the other Lady.”

“I guess it has to be that way.”

An adult falls in love with a minor.

It is the most obvious logic to keep Charlotte Harmania away from Noir, but it is an impossible story in Gibraltar of the time.

“Your father waited three years for your mother to become an adult, right?”

“Ugh… !”

A story where the genders are reversed?

My father already did that.

“But your father sent you to the academy together.”

“Is the daughter of Viscount Harmania different?”

“…”

“It wouldn’t work unless it had some kind of groundbreaking logic. In the first place…”

Viscount Hex shook his head with a half-astonished expression.

“The daughter of Viscount Harmania is not even the oldest among the women targeting Noir Gibraltar. Huh?”

“…”

Noir.

It ended up being a prime item that was being targeted by too many women.

* * *

After listening to Viscount Hex’s opinion, I set out to find someone with another objective perspective.

“What do you think about Noir? He’s an excellent student.”

Vice-Chancellor Bathory Erzsebet answered, taking off his glasses

“I am getting very good grades in the alchemy class I started taking in the second semester.”

Looking much more relaxed than last year, she was now doing her work wearing a women’s suit and white gown.

“Why? You want to create a new scholarship?”

“I came to ask what the woman thinks of Noir Gibraltar.”

“Not Gray Gibraltar?”

“…?”

“…”

Vice Chancellor Bathory put on his glasses again.

As he turned his head to the side, Vice President Bathory’s eyes were lost for a moment.

“It was just a passing comment. I thought I called the wrong name again.”

“I came here to ask about Noir from the beginning. So, what does Noir look like to an Imperial woman?”

“The Second Coming of Crimson Gibraltar?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t know what someone’s intention was, but there is a pictorial of Crimson Gibraltar posted in the homes and rooms of women in the Empire, especially those who live alone. His Majesty the Emperor on the left, and the Crimson Margrave on the right.”

Vice Chancellor Bathory took out his long wallet.

“Can you see it?”

“No, since the Habsburg emperor is the emperor, why is he carrying a picture of someone else’s father in his wallet his?”

“I get peace of mind when I see good-looking things. Isn’t this the same as Chairman Gray carrying a picture of Miss Astacia in his wallet?”

“It’s not in my wallet.”

“So is it in the necklace socket there? Or a watch?”

“… Let’s go back to Noir. So Noir, because he is his father’s son, is also popular in the Empire?”

“Yes, there are various political reasons as well.”

Vice-Chancellor Bathory put his long wallet in his hand and waved it as if swatting away flies.

“Who would be happiest if there was an imperial woman seducing Noir Gibraltar?”

“Your Majesty the Habsburg Emperor?”

“That’s correct. Just by seducing Gray Gibraltar, Miss Astacia was declared a princess and even the first heir to the throne. What would happen to the woman of Noir Gibraltar?”

“Are you saying it’s insurance even if I can’t do it?”

“It’s the next one.”

“…”

In fact, among the new students, there are people who came in to aim for Noir.

Of course, there are already Imperial Whites by Noir’s side as an external smokescreen or camouflage.

“Vice President Bathory. I’m in a bit of a hurry right now. Is there any way to properly push her away?”

“If only the Lady of Harmania says no, well…”

Vice President Bathory tilted his head for a moment.

“Shall we ask His Majesty the Emperor?”

“Yes?”

“You may not know it, but His Majesty the Emperor knows something about this. Bewitching a woman is a player, but beating a woman is also a player. It may be a bit of a bad word, but in the imperial jargon…”

“A foodie?”

“Oh my, was that also in the imperial newspaper?”

“I heard it not from the Imperial newspaper, but from male employees working at the outlet.”

It’s not really a good word, but it’s a word you can’t help but remember.

“…No. You can’t ask Chat Noir to do that.”

-That’s worse than me.

Vice President Bathory’s official mukber expert Emperor (before regression) commented, ‘Noir is one step above.’

“It would be better if there was a way to break it so that it wouldn’t harbor feelings at all. I’ll have to think about what that might be.”

It seems like I can get a clue, but I can’t.

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to poison you somehow.”

“…”

“I’m just kidding. I’m not saying I’m going to kill you, I’m just saying that I might prevent you from becoming a daughter-in-law of a noble family.”

“As a woman, do you hate her so much that you say you will kill her? Lady Charlotte Harmonia?”

“It’s just a hunch. A hunch.”

You could put it in the options, though.

“There is only one reason why I dislike Viscountess Charlotte Harmania.”

In the worst case, there is no reason not to choose.

“She may be reluctant, but Viscount Harmania is quite close to her maternal grandfather, Viscount Lemburg Gunther.”

* * *

The next day.

“…Oh.”

In a corner of the imperial newspaper, a small editorial suddenly appeared.

[Does the probability of being born with a deformity increase with age? Hot potato controversy.]

“…”