A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

337 – Memories of a Traitor (5)

#105-04-20

When you get married, you have children.

In Nostrum, or rather on the continent, it was common sense.

The reason for marriage in the first place is for a man and a woman to meet and have children in a general relationship, and the same was true for unions between families.

Whether commoner, noble, or royal.

When you get married, it was natural, natural, and common sense to have children.

But we did not have children.

In the beginning, the Margrave was so busy that it could be overlooked.

Later, a rumor spread that it was ‘because traitor Gray wouldn’t let his wife go every night.’

But that was only true a few years after we got married.

When Astasia reached the age of 25.

In the case of peasant couples who get married at the age of 20 and have children, this is the point at which they have not only a second child, but also a third child, and now have a fourth child.

It was a time when Noir, now 22 years old, wondered if the number of seeds that he had been randomly sowed without even thinking about taking responsibility for one life had surpassed the double digits and was now approaching the triple digits.

“Aren’t you having children?”

The Habsburg emperor began to grow impatient.

“Soon, I have to give birth to a child. How long am I going to stay in Astasia’s arms?”

The Habsburg emperor visited me periodically and forced me to get Astasia pregnant.

He had a mess.

They created a unified empire and declared the Habsburg Empire, but they were worried about a successor who would continue the Habsburg nation.

Similar to yourself.

Or greater than yourself.

He thought that he would be praised even more if someone with talent surpassing him took over the Habsburg Empire, and that is why he wanted to check how talented the child was born to him would be.

“Is it because you’re busy? I’ll send a representative. Rest assured. These are administrators who will manage the county well without any complaints. You can concentrate on making children without any complaints.”

Excuses didn’t work.

“Are you worried about where Astasia will release her overflowing vitality while she is pregnant? Rest assured, there are many women. If it is possible, I will keep my illegitimate children, who have just become adults, at least for a while. Even if I use them as substitutes while Astasia is pregnant, Good.”

The emperor was abnormal, and he wanted to block every excuse I could come up with.

“Couldn’t it be that Astacia is infertile? If that’s the case, then she can’t be at ease. It’s a pity, but she has no choice but to see her successor through a woman other than Astacia.”

He even began to suspect that Astasia was physically unable to have children, so he began to look for other methods.

“You. How is your sister?”

The emperor had different thoughts about his family than usual.

“Isn’t your younger sister going to be an adult soon?”

After I realized that the emperor was a more twisted being than I was, I stopped being critical of him.

Because I didn’t have any advantages other than being younger than the emperor.

The emperor was stronger than me, had much wealth, and had a powerful army.

There was already no time to build up the strength to oppose him.

As Astasia grew a year older, the emperor’s urging became more severe, and Astasia became more and more afraid every time the emperor made such demands.

I did the best I could at that time.

When I caught the Nostrum Revolutionary Army, I captured and killed them to get information from them.

Although he did not help them directly, he deliberately gave them space to help them with their activities.

Even though if strictly guarded, everyone can be killed, let alone stolen, they deliberately created a loophole in security.

In such places, the princess of the fallen country and the revolutionary army appeared and plundered supplies.

When the emperor sent me captured loyal soldiers to personally dispose of the revolutionary army, I shot them dead without even asking.

Instead of selling out information about my comrades while suffering from torture, I showed myself thoroughly killing them, preventing the revolutionary army from disintegrating.

And at the same time, I learned how to use a sword.

I learned the sword techniques used in the empire directly from Astasia, and I honed my sword by personally sparring with the eight generals who were alive at the time, one by one.

In addition to the sword of Gibraltar, the sword of the empire.

“I heard some interesting news these days. I don’t know who he’s trying to kill, but he’s honing his imperial swordsmanship to the limit.”

“Did Sir Mente speak?”

“The Emperor knows everything, especially when it comes to Gibraltar.”

The emperor knew.

“Are you sure you are trying to cut off my head with that sword?”

The reason I sharpen my sword is to protect Astasia.

If anything happens, it’s because I’m aiming the sword at myself.

“No way. With what safety would I point a sword at your Majesty the Emperor?”

“Oh, yes.”

I lied.

He had already seen countless people tell lies to him, and I ended up thinking the same thing as them.

“I see. You were no different from those people.”

I won’t get caught.

“But because it’s you, I’m giving you a chance. When I was young, I had the same thoughts as you.”

The emperor saw through my lies.

The water had already been spilled, and even if one regretted it, it could not be undone.

So I had to become stronger even faster.

“Brother. You know, I’m talking about Sirene’s daughter this time… “

“Shut up. I’m swinging a sword right now.”

“…”

So, a little bit, my nerves got focused somewhere else.

“Brother. “I killed someone again.”

“Really? Tell the kids to clean it up.”

“Brother, I killed someone! The person who worked hard to revive Nostrum! The person who was your junior on the student council!”

“If you die, you die.”

So, I became a little neglectful of the count and my family.

Maybe I didn’t think of the entire count family as my family.

Since when did I think there was only one Astasia in my family?

The moment I let go of my nerves, the accident happened.

It starts with Lettar.

Lettar is dead.

By a revolutionary army official who I threw to her to play with her.

* * *

#106-12-30.

“Ethan Cesar murdered Lady Lettar. End of report.”

The administrators sent by the emperor thoroughly reported the situation on the ground.

As befits the people sent by the emperor, they completely grasped the information without emotional agitation and cited Lettar’s signature her to me.

“It looks like the young lady took off the shackles. I’m not sure if she wanted to enjoy it herself a little.”

Even though it had been nearly 6 years since the fall of Nostrum, she was killed by a young man named Ethan Cesar, a loyalist who still followed the fallen princess.

Ethan was captured while killing traitors who had supported the empire and was sent to me, and I threw him as Lettar’s torture doll.

Actually, I didn’t even know the name Ethan.

Since he said he killed Lettar, I recognized and remembered his name and last name.

The one who killed Lethar.

A person who fell in love with and was willing to sacrifice his life to save.

“Ugh…!”

“Gotcha.”

Ethan couldn’t run far.

In a place where no one knew, I was able to tie Ethan up and hear the whole story.

“All your sister wanted was attention and love!”

From noble mtl dot come

“I see.”

Lettar treated Ethan like a doll.

As an attachment doll that pours out his emotions.

Gibraltar, which never gave her any love, as a blade to take revenge on her father and brothers.

“What were Letard’s will?”

“…”

“That is your will.”

“He said that if you have any last words to say to someone, be sure to say these words.”

Lethar cursed Ethan’s family.

“I hope that this cursed blood of Gibraltar will not continue anywhere and will be cut off forever. Even if others continue the blood, I will not leave that blood behind in this world.”

Ethan was killed.

Officially and unofficially, Ethan Cesar was destined to die for me.

Although it was a little different from what was known to the world, I buried Ethan and returned to her house her his.

“aaah!! Lettar, aaa!!”

I couldn’t understand Noir, who was going crazy and destroying furniture.

When did you take care of me as your little sister?

Looking at Noir’s glowing appearance her her her, I thought, ‘That much?’, So I couldn’t understand Noir’s anger at her her as ‘the older brother who lost her younger sister she of.’

Therefore, I just let Noir take revenge, not revenge, on Nostrum.

“Gray. Now…”

“One more time.”

“…Sparring won’t increase it any further.”

“One more time. Please raise your sword, princess.”

Because it was more important for me to become stronger.

“If I don’t do that, I think I’m going to go crazy right now.”

“…If you want to vent your anger, I’ll accept it any day or night.”

I concentrated more and more on the sword.

That’s why Noir went around killing the executives of the revolutionary army, sowing seeds against the surviving noble daughters of Nostrum, and didn’t even care about spilling the blood of those who resisted.

Can we be considered family just because we share the same blood?

Just because they were born from the same parents or had the same last name, could they be considered family?

While I was having such doubts, an accident occurred.

It wasn’t an accident.

It was a cleverly planned assassination.

“Master Noir, if you keep going like this, you might get killed by someone. You’re shedding so much blood.”

Astasia thought that Noir would be murdered by someone, and I also agreed.

“If you die, you die.”

But I didn’t take Noir with me.

Whether he hangs out with the traitors of the Golden Dawn or not, whether he lives a debauched and promiscuous life.

He was drunk on silver and fell while riding a horse, breaking his neck and dying.

“If Noir dies, there will only be one more place left in Gibraltar.”

I had a feeling that Noir could die, but I didn’t take any action.

“It’s not strange no matter how you die.”

I was surprised.

When Noir said he had syphilis.

As if it were a curse, it took away Noir’s life force, and the Master’s stamina and mana were drained from Noir’s body due to the impurity, and Noir began to slowly dry out and twist.

When a beauty said to be so beautiful that she resembles her her mother her her her poisoned Noir at the cost of her own body her her her her.

I felt a little dizzy.

Maybe I should go that way after having children.

I was afraid that if they said they didn’t like it, they would neglect it and throw it away and tell them to fend for themselves.

Just as Crimson Gibraltar used the children of his unfaithful wife, Charlotte, as tools and cut off ties.

Just like Noir Gibraltar gave birth to numerous illegitimate children and lived in debauchery without taking responsibility for them.

Just as Lethar Gibraltar cut off the source of her her blood her her her by dying in her her most beautiful form her her before giving birth to her her child her her her her.

Wouldn’t I, like the emperor, abandon my children?

I was caught up in that fear.

“Princess. If you were not the emperor…”

“I definitely would have given birth.”

“I see.”

“Why is that happening all of a sudden?”

“No. It’s nothing special.”

I was already a prisoner of Astasia.

“I just want to get stronger a little faster.”

You will be able to catch up with the emperor.

It was an arrogant thought.

While I was running five steps, the emperor, despite his age, was steadily running two steps forward.

And the gap that had already widened from the moment of birth could not be narrowed.

Time was not on my side.

“Gray Gibraltar.”

The emperor came to Gibraltar.

With eight arms and the imperial army.

“Whether you are Astasia or anyone else, give birth to a child. This is the royal order.”

107 years in the old imperial calendar.

7th year of the Habsburg unification calendar.

I am now 20 years old, and it has already been 10 years since the imperial administrators who came in when I entered the Academy at the age of 17 took control of everything in Gibraltar.

“If you don’t get Astasia pregnant, I will purge the entire city of Gibraltar.”

The emperor drew his sword first.