Love Letter From The Future

4. Rynella’s fate is decided by Rynella (49)

The people who left to find the Dark Priest returned to the mansion.

This news spread through the mouths of the servants and spread throughout the mansion. Soon after, everyone in the mansion started talking about it.

No matter how much the lord stays, it was just a mansion in a rural manor.

The only things to talk about were the trivial topics of everyday life. Then, a rare incident occurred, so it was natural that everyone’s attention was focused on it.

Besides, isn’t the incident related to the ‘Dark Church’?

This was a problem that could be directly related to their safety. No matter how much I didn’t want to care, I couldn’t help but be interested.

The mansion was enveloped in such an exhilarating yet gloomy atmosphere.

Eyewitness accounts such as Lady Lia crying and Master Ian bleeding from his abdomen pointed to an ominous future.

Didn’t the expressions of the colleagues who accompanied Master Ian look confused as well?

I didn’t even know where the Magic Corps of the Rainella family was and what they were doing. Even if the servants of the mansion had anxiety, it was inevitable.

However, there was someone else who faced the biggest ordeal in the mansion.

The main character was Leto Ainstern.

He trudged toward the lobby at the news that his friends had returned. Then he was caught by Celine’s hand who appeared out of nowhere and had to be dragged into the drawing room.

At first, he had an absurd expression on his face.

However, by the time the four cold-blooded women settled in front of him, there was no way that even Letra could stand it.

He sighed deeply and had to raise his hands.

It was a sign of surrender.

“… … What is it, ladies?”

From then on, Leto had to answer the women’s questions wholeheartedly.

“So, you mean that man is ‘Ian’ from the future?”

“Yes, it is. Holy Maiden.”

There was no blockage in Leto’s answer.

Didn’t ‘Ian’ from the future also ask Leto anyway? This meant that the information could be disclosed soon, so there was no reason to hesitate any longer.

Of course, not many people would readily trust Leto’s statement.

It was because the story was so unbelievable.

One of them was Elsie.

She frowned slightly and let out a slightly shrill voice.

It was a sign of disapproval.

“… … How can you be sure?”

Leto said “Hmm” and adjusted his glasses.

It was a slightly troubled face.

But, as always, he soon found a way out. He had a smirk and played his tongue.

“Yeah, there are ways. I have a few secrets I share with Ian. For example, Celine at the age of twelve… … .”

“Ah, aa!”

Then, it was Celine who reacted violently.

Her face flushed bright red, and then she waved her hands desperately.

I meant to say no more.

He was so flustered that his eyes were spinning around.

“Stop it! I believe! I, I will vouch for you! That person is Ian’s brother!”

Leto smiled in satisfaction.

Celine was a person who stood at the forefront with Ian. Regardless of his performance, the trust among his colleagues was bound to be thicker than Leto’s.

And it didn’t matter even if there wasn’t much trust between colleagues.

Still, Leto had gained an ally.

Thanks to that, even Leto’s embarrassing past was not revealed.

Isn’t it the guarantee of two people who have known each other for the longest time?

Unable to doubt even this, Elsie grumbled and kept her mouth shut.

Of course, that was not a story that could be taken lightly.

Seria let out a long sigh as if to represent her feelings.

“Ian senior from the future… … .”

To think that the kind senior Ian would become such a cold-blooded person in the future.

The man Seria saw was a man who seemed unlikely to bleed even if stabbed.

It was as certain as his skills.

The image of him killing all the test subjects was still clear in front of his eyes. At least it was Seria, who was well versed in swords.

It is how deep the logic is contained in each of the in-house technologies.

The strongest swordsman Seria had ever seen was Delphine.

Marquis Yurdina in her prime would have been a little stronger, but it was so young that she had no memory of it. So Seria’s sun was always Delphine.

However, even if she is the older sister she longs for, will she be able to reproduce the man’s demeanor?

It was impossible.

Rather, it was a battle closer to the biography of masters who cut mountains and split seas.

However, he was a man whose emotions were blurred beyond his excellent skills.

He was a human who was worn out and held onto his worn-out humanity like pebbles. But he is the future ‘Ian senior’.

It was an incredible story.

And it was a story I didn’t want to believe.

This was not the sentiment that only Seria had.

Each of the women was immersed in a complicated state of mind. Most of the time, he just kept silent with a gloomy expression on his face.

As if he knew that, Leto scratched his head and sighed.

Words of comfort escaped from his mouth.

“Don’t worry too much. The future that ‘Ian’ came from is not a fixed future. Rather, Ian is trying hard not to be like that. So, to explain this again, I have to also talk about ‘love letters from the future’… … .”

It was then that the parlor door burst open.

The person who walked through the open gap was the person who happened to be the center of the conversation.

His golden eyes were wet with intense fatigue.

His name was ‘Ian Percus’, and he was the center of the party and a man called a rising divinity.

It’s just that the person who occupies that body right now is a being from an unknown future.

As he strode forward, he had a bottle of whiskey in each hand.

The man naturally headed for the top seat in the drawing room.

Originally, it was the place where the family head sat, and the person in the highest position attended.

Then he set the whiskey he had brought on the table.

He immediately opened the lid of one of them and began to drink the entire bottle.

It was sick.

It was an exciting way to drink in the North. It was also a drinking habit seen only in the military where the masculine culture was dominant.

I had only seen it a few times as I passed by Seria.

So, the group was at a loss for words.

Since the man who came unexpectedly was blowing a bottle out of nowhere, I had no choice but to do so.

They just stared blankly at the man with their eyes wide open.

Regardless, the man didn’t seem to care at all.

He just thumped and dropped the whiskey bottle onto the table.

It was a noise that awakened the spirits of everyone who had been lost.

All eyes of the group, who suddenly came to their senses, turned to the man.

Only then did the man steal my mouth and open his mouth.

“… … Let’s get straight to the point, we have to abandon the territory.”

It was as out of the blue as its appearance.

The women’s silence extended a little longer.

It had to be.

For nobles, estates were like life. This was no different for Ian, and he often showed his affection for the local people.

But no matter how ‘Ian’ came from the future, he brought up the idea of abandoning Yeongji.

Because the drop was so great, the women’s mouths could not be opened.

Only Leto, who had at least a little understanding of the man’s tendencies, asked back.

“why?”

There was no criticism or denial.

To that fundamental question asking why, the man gave a simple answer.

“Because I can’t protect it anyway. As long as the Dark Church’s ritual has begun, the evil god’s family will be summoned. It’s not enough to deal with it with all your strength now.”

“… … Even though there are private soldiers from the Yurdina family?”

It was Seria’s objection.

The man moved his gaze to Seria without a word.

Facing those indifferent eyes, Seria trembled and avoided his gaze.

Seria found it difficult to accept the fact that the man she loved could have such a sad ending.

No, maybe not just Seria but everyone else.

Of course, the man didn’t care what the women looked like.

He just went on with what he had to say.

“Yes, it doesn’t matter whether there are private soldiers or magic corps. It’s only reasonable to retreat to increase needless sacrifices.”

“… … How much time do you have?”

“Three days at most.”

It was a question and answer with Leto.

The moment the word ‘three days’ came out, there was a person knocking on the table with a bang.

was a saint

Inadvertently hitting the desk, she seemed embarrassed for a moment at the attention, but soon regained her composure and calmly questioned.

“Three days is too short. This is not just a land, but a place of life! There are at least hundreds of territories who can’t leave… … .”

“I can’t help it.”

The man said so while gulping down his whiskey again.

“… … The only thing to throw away is to throw it away.”

It was a voice devoid of emotion.