Chapter 139 – 139. Prince Kanin’s Faithful Viscount Is Now Dying Ten Days (2)
– One –
“…Crab! Look at this…!”
Someone shakes Viscount Uweboll’s shoulder.
“Uh, ugh… My head is going to break… Oh, please! Stop shaking it!”
But he doesn’t think about waking up.
Not only did he suffer from travel poisoning and a severe hangover, he slept in a chair rather than a bed.
Because of that, he wasn’t in a state to wake up at all.
“Look, Lord Lampage! Wake up!”
He struggles to open his eyes.
Soggy.
And blinks his eyes a few times.
His focus returns.
“Rin will come out, damn… Well, even if you dream about it… Jeop.”
Close your eyes again.
Growl, Pew.
Cuckoo, pew woo woo.
“Hey, hey? Viscount Uweboll…? Sir Lampage…?”
Flash!
Viscount Uwevol suddenly opened his eyes.
Glaring straight ahead, he made eye contact with the person who called him.
“This, this, this, this…! This, you fucking bastard!”
Quick!
Viscount Uwebol lands the hook with all his might in his chin.
“It’s pretty ah ah ah…!”
As soon as his jaw is turned, the Marquis of Caymus’s scream reverberates through the secret room.
Dump.
When the Marquis of Caymus fell to Baladang,
Whoops!
Wow!
Viscount Uwevol rides on top of him.
“Die!”
Baek!
“Turn it off…!”
Viscount Uwebol, who took the mount position, threw down a face pounding on the Marquis of Caymus with his right hand.
“Die! Just-“
Aww!
“Keep it off!”
With his left hand, he lands a face pounder on the Marquis of Caymus.
“Down now!”
Whoops, whoops!
“Keep, woohoo!”
Alternately from side to side, it continuously strikes his face.
Viscount Uwevol’s fists are stained with blood.
Most of the blood flowed from the face of the Marquis of Caymus, but not a little from the hands of Viscount Uweboll.
His hands were already covered with scars.
“Live and don’t be a nuisance,”
Baaaaa
“I’m just saying get rid of it now!”
“Turn it off…”
Dump.
The Marquis of Caymus stretches.
Just then,
Sureureung.
Rattle.
McKellen enters the room.
“Go, Your Excellency…?”
Bang, bang!
The water glass and water jug he was holding fall to the floor and shatter.
Seeing the closed conference room full of blood, he couldn’t help but be astonished.
“His Excellency the Marquis! Now, Your Excellency the Viscount, what is this…!”
Only then did Viscount Uweboll realize that the current situation was real.
“This, my dear…! Wasn’t that a dream…! A doctor, no, call a priest who can use healing spells, quickly!”
“Yes, yes!”
McKellen had to run out again as soon as he came.
Viscount Uweboll, who was left with the fainting Marquis of Caymus,
“Oh, damn it…”
Grabbing his head, he immersed himself in the agony of trying to rectify the situation.
– 2 –
“Keuk… So, I thought it was a dream, is this what you mean?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Kuhmm…! If it’s a dream, is it okay to crush people’s faces like this?”
Viscount Uweboll answered coldly.
“What’s not going to happen?”
“What, what?”
“It’s my dream anyway, but unless I said it out of my mouth, what does His Excellency know?”
“That, though,”
“And, this mess happened thanks to His Excellency shitting so hard, how about getting beaten up?”
“Keuhmm, big…”
He decided to respond boldly.
For, by utterly disregarding his own advice, the Marquis of Caymouth made his situation worse than he could speak.
It seemed that they were wasting time with useless actions, rather than even taking practical measures or preparing for the future.
To be honest, Viscount Uwevol thought the Marquis of Caymus was cheaper, even if it was a bit more accurate.
“Everything is self-sufficient. So, did you get a good night’s sleep?”
“…Thanks to you, I was able to pass out after a long time.”
Startle.
Thorns stood out in the voice of the Marquis of Caymus.
“Hey, are you saying that very rudely?”
“Since the old man has been treated like this, how can he not be perverse?”
“If you grumble with a face that doesn’t look like your son’s age, you won’t feel guilty as if you attacked an old man, right?”
“Oh yeah… Anyway, please accept my grumpiness for a while.”
“When a cock suddenly dies while making rice cakes, I will accept the grumpiness of lovers.
“…How come you don’t lose a word to me?”
“When have I ever been defeated by you?”
“…”
Tears form in the eyes of the Marquis of Caymus.
Viscount Uwebol stings.
“Uh, that’s why you’re going to cry…”
“…”
The Marquis of Caymus silently sheds tears.
Viscount Uwe Boll avoids his gaze and scratches his neck.
“That, Your Excellency,”
“It’s nice to be back…”
“…”
“You’ve come back really well, man…”
“Dismissal…”
“Since I’m talking to you, I can finally feel that you’re back…”
The Marquis of Caymus steals a tear.
He gets up from the cot and sits down right away.
He was finally able to calm his mind.
“Honestly, things weren’t very good. If you hadn’t come back, I would have given up everything and surrendered the white flag to Regal.”
“How serious the situation was, did His Excellency abandon what he was doing and go to the memorial service?”
“…”
The Marquis of Caymus was silent for a while.
He stared up into the air, squinting his eyes.
Thinking of the current state of the imperial faction, it seemed like I was about to burst into tears again.
“It’s all my fault,”
“I know everything about it, so please put that aside for now.”
“…”
The Marquis of Caymus smiled bitterly.
But the Marquis of Caymus was very pleased with Viscount Uweboll’s harshness.
A man who doesn’t get buried in emotions, no matter how desperate the situation is, a man who seems to be trying to find a breakthrough somehow.
No, a man who commits even being buried in emotions out of necessity and calculation.
That’s why he’s a man who can always take care of things behind him.
A man who has monopolized all his trust.
That was what the Marquis of Caymus thought was Viscount Uweboll.
“Just tell me the circumstances.”
“… I see. The day after the last communication with you, it started from then.”
“You mean the assassination of our personnel or close associates?”
“That’s right. Even if it was disguised as an accidental death, isn’t the timing too unfortunate? As you warned, Regal was eavesdropping on our communications.”
“It’s tolerable that he hasn’t been caught up until now. Perhaps, he may have already heard about other things.”
“Such a situation cannot be ruled out… That was also assumed…”
The expression of the Marquis of Caymus is gloomy.
“Regal used his influence to the fullest and sent the same coroner and the same investigator to every case involving us. They didn’t properly investigate the crime scene or properly perform an autopsy on the body. A body left at the crime scene. , I just glanced at it with my eyes and concluded on the spot that it was an accident.”
“Ha. Are they crazy?”
Viscount Uweboll snorts in amazement.
But the Marquis of Caymus couldn’t bear to laugh along with Viscount Uweboll.
“It must be an open mockery of us. They must have been instructed to do so, and they would have looked back saying they were allowed to do it. No way. They have no way, no strength, no qualification to protest that we are being treated that way. Isn’t it. Protest against unfair treatment is possible only when you have the power and qualifications to force the other person to listen.”
“…It’s a sad word that I can’t refute…”
“Yes. If you do, how would the bereaved family feel?”
“…I was angry, frustrated, and, again, didn’t I feel sad…”
“It was. It really was…”
The Marquis of Caymus was very hungry.
But he wasn’t looking for a drink.
He hadn’t taken a single sip of his drink since the first reported assassination.
Until he got his revenge on Regal, he had no shame in escaping from reality through alcohol.
Even if he didn’t add anything, he couldn’t deny that the disaster was caused by his own negligence.
He had to shoulder the responsibility to the end.
“The bereaved family’s requests for reinvestigation and reinforcement investigations have all been rejected. Entourages and family members died, and all ways to resolve the injustice were blocked, with only being ridiculed. So how can our people not be shaken…”
“Could it be… That they protest against His Excellency…?”
“That’s fortunate enough. They will go back to their own territory or hometown, so they came to me and worshiped me.
“Okay…”
Huruk, hurlup.
The Marquis of Caymus drinks the tea.
He had to work hard to calm his burning throat.
“We couldn’t let the divide go any longer, so we had to hold a memorial service every night and comfort our members. At the same time, we had to put their fears to rest.”
“…Was it an inevitable choice?”
“That’s right. There was absolutely no answer. Besides, you also lost contact.”
“…”
“The rest of the members tried to call you to contact you, but you’ve already been through it once, and you didn’t even get it when you got out of the system and tried to contact you. So, I also fell into anxiety at the same time. “
“Haa… Thanks to that, the anxiety of our people must have been aggravated, it’s good even without looking at it.”
The Marquis of Caymus nodded his head with a gloomy expression.
“Thanks to that, we had no choice but to hold a countermeasure meeting under the guise of a memorial service every day. Also, to prevent further damage, we had to increase the number of guards for members and close associates, and evacuate the family to a safe house.”
“Is that so…”
“Ah, as soon as news of the death was heard, all of your close friends, relatives, and lovers were evacuated to safe houses. They did not suffer any harm, so don’t worry too much.”
“… Thank you…”
Viscount Uweboll’s expression softened a little.
Being a human being too, he desperately wanted those he cared for to be safe.
None of them were named on the list of victims he had heard from McKellen, but having been assured of their safety by the Marquis of Caymus, he felt much more at ease.
“We were able to hold a proper countermeasures meeting only after the minimum safety of us and those around us was secured… But in fact, rather than a countermeasures meeting, it was just a plan to escape. Get permission from His Majesty, Crown Prince The main opinion was to take Her Highness and escape to a place where the Regal’s witchcraft can’t reach.”
“Damn it…”
“Yes, as you say, it’s really embarrassing. Yesterday, as usual, we plotted the escape of such cowards all night, and when we returned here at dawn, you were here.”
The Marquis of Caymus was looking at him with an expression as if he had regained hope.
‘Fucking old people… Well, I have accumulated quite a bit in my life, and I am full of things to lose, so I can’t help but be afraid…’
Viscount Uwevol chews his lips and organizes his thoughts.
The Marquis of Caymus waited until he finished his thoughts.
After Viscount Uwe Boll swept his face once more, he met eyes with the Marquis of Caymouth again.
“Okay, can I ask you a few questions now?”
“Please.”
“What the hell happened to you? Why have you been out of touch?”
“…I almost got assassinated by Regal.”
“As expected, was that so…”
“Actually, he could have been worse than that.”
The expression of the Marquis of Caymus is questionable.
“A situation worse than an assassination, what the hell is the situation?”
“Regal was training rebels.”
Bang!
“What, what!”
The Marquis of Caymus slams the desk and jumps up.
“And he was killed by the rebels, nearly beheaded by his banner.”
“That, is that true…!”
“That’s right. He, Regal, intended to provoke us and His Majesty’s wrath and use us as a shogi of war.”
Dump.
The Marquis of Caymus slumped in her chair, shaking her body.
He too had to admit that he too underestimated Regal.
“Detail, tell me in detail.”
“Then what happened?”
– 3 –
“…So, that’s why we haven’t been able to communicate.”
“Oh my God…They are indeed benefactors…We owe a great deal of grace to them…”
Viscount Uwe Boll spoke without hesitation about what he had been through.
Of course, the story of being almost killed by Estrus was appropriately adapted.
All other stories were told without exception to the Marquis of Caymus.
From surviving with their help to finding out Regal’s target due to their plan.
“Indeed, indeed, the hidden heroes of the empire…!”
The Marquis of Caymus was deeply immersed in the story of Viscount Uweboll, as if listening to a heroic action play.
At the part where they showed their wits and burned all the 30,000 fake rebels trained by Regal, they were so happy that they clapped their hands and burst out laughing.
It was because, on behalf of themselves, the fact that they gave Regal a big blow wasn’t so thrilling.
“It is truly unfortunate that they refused to come within the walls of the Empire. However, they pledged to effectively oppose the Regal by fighting together with us on a common front. If done well, I’m sure we can take the lead away from Regal.”
“It will be so. After all, in order to do so,”
“Yes. We will have to support them wholeheartedly. We will have to risk our lives and fortunes to set the stage for just one reversal.”
The eyes of the Marquis of Caymus and Viscount Uwebol shine sharply.
Their miasma, which had been suppressed for so long, now began to boil over.
“I’ve set up an appointment to meet with some of the media representatives soon.”
“You’ve done well. In order to let everyone in the Empire know of the saintess’ survival, I think we should seek their cooperation as well.”
“Their situation isn’t very good either, but they’re no different from us against the Regal, so they’ll be all over the place to help.”
Viscount Uweboll’s eyebrows twitch.
“That’s… Again, what do you mean? Please explain in detail.”
“So let’s talk…”
The Marquis of Caymus explains to Viscount Uweboll that there is a series of violent terrorism against the press.
At the same time, it explains how they tried to contact the imperial faction in order to encourage them to become advertisers of public service announcements.
Viscount Uwevol is shocked.
“Since I briefly left for the northern unexplored land, it seems that the world’s clock has passed centuries without me…”
“If you weren’t with us in such a dizzying time of upheaval, we wouldn’t have shuddered with anxiety…”
It was difficult to accuse Viscount Uwebol, the majority of the imperial faction, of being idiots.
He even felt dizzy, for he thought that the old nobles might be fainting with fear.
“So, if you’re going to hide from Regal’s terrorism, how are they going to get ads from us?”
“Well, they said they would tell me then. I’m going to meet the representatives of Shimin Ilbo and Maeil Shinbo, so they won’t talk nonsense.”
“Six major media outlets… Are the Tennessee brothers?”
“That’s right.”
In response to the Marquis of Caymus’s reply, Viscount Uweboll’s expression changed to trembling.
Looking at the change in his expression, the Marquis of Caymus smiled.
“Why? Are you disappointed that the people you contact are not representatives of conservative media outlets?”
“That’s… Yes, honestly. Representatives of progressive media outlets, who are usually busy chewing on us, have no idea what the hell the intentions of approaching us are.”
“Man, they’re already united.”
“… Are you saying everything…?”
“That’s right. Beyond their thoughts and ideologies, all media outlets are united against Regal, that’s what I mean.”
“Is that so…”
Viscount Uweboll’s expression softened.
Viscount Uwevol was feeling hopeful.
The loyalists of the Empire, those outside the framework of the Empire, and the conservative and progressive media all formed a united front against the Regal.
I was sure that if so many people gathered, they would definitely be able to win.
“I will definitely be with you at that time. Please take me with you.”
“That’s right. Hmmm…”
A yawn escapes from the corners of the mouth of the Marquis of Caymus.
Perhaps it was embarrassing that he couldn’t hold back a yawn in front of Viscount Uwebol, and he let out an embarrassing smile.
“Are you tired, sir?”
“To be honest. With you back, it seems all the fatigue is coming.”
“Please go back to your family after a long time and get some rest.
“… Will you please?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you. Then, I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
“Yes, please go in.”
Sureureung.
Rattle.
The Marquis of Caymus leaves the meeting room.
It was a staggering gait, but the weight of his steps seemed very light.