Chapter 134

Chapter 134

As mentioned before, Maximilian, as remembered by Ivan, was a typical protagonist of a JRPG, bright, kind, and straightforward. He seemed like a character straight out of a 90s JRPG, drawn in a picture.

On the other hand, there was Jill Ber de Etarique. He was more like the protagonist of an old-fashioned hero tale.

A country knight from a rural noble family, rising through the ranks, earning knighthood through his own strength and ability, joining a Hero party after the kings declaration, and ultimately marrying a princess.

If his life were portrayed in a fairy tale, it would have moments of grimness, Ivan sometimes mused.

To depict this mans life in a fairy tale would be somewhat harsh.

I sigh l Jil Ber of Tylesse! A member of the Eastern Knights! An initiate knight! Appointed knight of Saint Clovis! sigh!

The place where Ivan first met Jil Ber was at the entrance of a fortress shattered under the invasion of the Taurses.

The first scene in his memory began with the cry of a knight standing half-broken with half-broken armor, holding a shield and spear straight up.

I pledge my name, my family, the name of my country and lord. sigh! Today, in this place, I stake my life sigh! I swear by my remaining honor!

Jil Ber roughly removed his helmet and threw it to the ground, sweeping his hair back.

Tying back his sweat and blood-soaked hair, he shook his head a few times and stood straight.

Around him were the bodies of the Taurses. Standing alone in front of the fortress entrance, he held up his spear and faced them head-on.

Many Taurses snorted with excitement, as if eager to charge forward at any moment.

Facing overwhelming violence that would make any man tremble, Jil Ber shouted with burning eyes.

A hundred will surely die ahead!!

The spear sharply struck the ground. The confrontation between the Taurses who invaded the shattered outer wall of the fortress and the knight standing alone at the entrance of the inner wall continued.

Starting with those approaching first, exactly a hundred.

He wasnt sure about more than that. But he vowed to fill that number and die.

The young and inexperienced knight raised his spear firmly, declaring resolutely.

In the battle that should have been recorded as the most terrible defeat on the Eastern Front, the fortress defended by Jil Ber succeeded in holding out after three days of fierce fighting.

When Ivan and Veolgrin arrived, Jil Ber stood tall in front of the pile of bodies like a mountain, eyes closed and seemingly asleep.

Because of that, Ivan only thought of him as a Hero. Perhaps everyone else did too. Until Maximilian appeared, no one denied his nobility and strength.

Who would dare to say any light shines brighter than the sun? Jil Bers tragedy began there.

From a noble family in the rural countryside, he was a man who had dared to take a royal lady as his wife and had to constantly earn recognition for his worth.

He was a husband who had cherished and loved his wife, who had become his own chains, for a lifetime.

He was a knight who remained loyal to the royal family that slowly condemned him as his worth declined compared to Maximilian.

A knight so human, with a mix of nobility and inferiority, desire for recognition and diligence, bravery and timidity.

So, Ivan thought.

This complex man, who couldnt be defined by simple sentences, would have remained a shining example of chivalry if he were a knight in a fairy tale.

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Even after killing the demon lord and returning as one of the strongest in the world.

Even at the moment when his reputation, achievements, and his own power surpassed the authority of the royal family.

In a situation where he had a wife of royal blood and a grown son. In a situation where he could demand succession to the throne of Tylesse if he wished.

Even when he was appointed as Etarique, bound by the oath to defend the royal family against all arrows in front of him.

It is my vow.

Even when the sword of the royal family touched his shoulders and fell, he bowed his head silently and swore.

He is a knight of Tylesse.

He is a knight of the hero party.

He is a knight.

That was the simplest sentence Ivan could think of to define that man. Nothing more, nothing less.

Except for him, no one could claim to be a knight. Swearing loyalty, faith, sincerity, and chastity, while suffering as a human from pain, agony, inferiority, and self-doubt. Always tormented by conflicting emotions.

Yet, unbroken, swearing to do what is right and humbling himself. Jil Ber was such a knight, always living to prove himself.

EP 21. Duty and Succession.

At the train station, there was Pavel with a tired face, and even more tired-looking men. Ivan spotted them and approached the group for a moment.

Ah, our busy commander.

Pavel, are we ready?

Who do you think I am?

Pavel waved his hand, and the men standing stiffly beside him answered in trembling voices.

R-reporting! As ordered, we have placed surveillance on all bats near the estate of Lady Etualle!

Quietly.

Yes, y-yes!!

It seems our agents these days dont understand the meaning of quiet.'

Ivan nodded briefly. Pavel chuckled at the sight.

How can these kids answer comfortably when the commander himself is here for field command? Just hearing your name makes them tremble.

Hmm.

Didnt I tell you why I became the captain of the guard?

No.

Pavel chuckled at Ivans indifferent response.

I was too tired to have a diligent superior above me, so I planned to sit in the highest position and relax. So?

And?

I suppose Ill soon become the commander of the Counterintelligence Command. Our commander is too diligent.

By the kings decree, one cannot hold official positions, especially those related to the military. Therefore, after his marriage to Elizaveta, it was only natural that the position of commander of the Counterintelligence Command would become his.

Ending Jil Bers dragon hunt early and returning to the capital will ultimately thwart their plans.

Since the Counts plan begins with tying Jil Bers feet, the moment that fails is when their conspiracy is thwarted in advance.

From then on, they can hunt the nobles with the authority of the homeland defense. The struggle for the succession to the throne will end with Jil Bers return, so there is no need to bear the burden of internal interference.

What Maria asked for was such a meaning. It will be the most effective measure Ivan can take as a foreigner.

The only variable is the factor that Jil Ber could die.

It was meaningless to think about what that was now. There was too little information, and there was not even a way to think of a means to kill Jil Ber in this era.

Unless the Seven Dragon Generals step in.

Ivan shook his head as he scanned the group, either chattering, dozing off, or staring blankly out the window.

Thats impossible. Unless the Seven Dragon Generals go mad, they wouldnt set foot in Tylesse, where Maximilian is perfectly alive.

The only concern is the common sense side.

These guys are still freshmen.

Harry Potter didnt engage in life-or-death battles with the Dark Lord in his first year, so its unlikely that the final boss battle is already set.

By the way.

Eugene, that guy. I thought he would be useful, but hes even more competent than expected. Ivan thought silently. If I teach him a little more, he could make a decent agent.

The characters real name and race, as well as the life or death of specific individuals, provide more extensive information about the individuals status based on intimacy.

Moreover, under specific conditions of a quest, briefing on real-time changing battlefield situations is possible to a considerable extent.

When deployed to the operational site, as long as he can survive, this guy can be the best early warning system regardless of his training level.

After a brief reflection, Ivan unfolded the report again and began to skim through the summarized data on Tylesse military facilities.

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[Ivan Petrovich Yeremov]

[Person: Likability towards Yevgeny Nobikov Karamzin]

[29 (Neutral)]

What?!

In the now silent vehicle, Eugene jumped up in astonishment.

Why did the score rise so much! he thought.

The likability increased? Why on earth?

Astonishment filled Eugenes eyes. He looked at Ivan with trembling eyes.

Calm down, its okay. It might be a misunderstanding, or even if its not, so what? Even if, even if its that kind of preference for my brother. Yeah, Im from Earth. I can understand. Anyway, as long as I refuse, thats it.

Eugene instinctively buried himself in the seat.

Whats wrong?

Ivans cold eyes stared at Eugene. Eugene chewed his lips and chose his words carefully.

Maybe, just maybe.

Speak.

Is the situation changing? Ivan narrowed his eyes and waited.

We are all from Earth, right? The 21st century.

?

Im Korean! And of course, I dont discriminate against anyone based on their sexual preferences. Oh, of course, Im completely heterosexual, but that doesnt mean I discriminate against anyone for that.

?

Eugene closed his eyes tightly and spoke.

By any chance, are you homosexual?

Isabelles likability towards Ivan is only 27 points, even after making kimchi for him and shedding tears.

In a situation where the likability of women who follow him around, claiming hes good, stays in the 20s, the person with the highest likability is the deceased former king, according to the description of his statue (apparently a muscular man).

Why didnt I even suspect this until now? Eugene cautiously opened his eyes.

.

5 seconds.

In just 5 seconds of crossing gazes, he reorganized his thoughts. Ah, those eyes are definitely not the eyes of a man looking at a homosexual. He was convinced.

It was a gaze that sent shivers down his spine to the point where he could feel it.

Or maybe never mind!

.

Ivan silently turned his gaze back to the report and started reading again. Eugene, sweating coldly, cautiously tapped on the status window.

[Ivan Petrovich Yeremov]

[Person: Likability towards Yevgeny Nobikov Karamzin]

[27 (Neutral)]

This judgment criterion isnt likability

Utility, perhaps!

A deduction of 2 points then, maybe for saying something stupid that diminished his usefulness slightly.

Hmm, then Isabelle must have some utility level equivalent to making kimchi.

Eugene sighed and rubbed his forehead.

Wait a minute.

Among the living people with over 50 points, there are only two women. Then these people

As the train crossed the Tylesse-Saint Mathilde, Eugenes anguish continued.

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