The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin chapter 63

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Chapter 63. Ellis Berto (3)

As we live in this world, we often hear this saying:

To know is to have power.

Or perhaps, not knowing is a remedy.

Neither side is entirely wrong, but should someone ask which is more correct, it wouldn’t be easy to judge.

So, what if we were to strike a fine balance between the two?

Here’s how I define it:

Ignorance makes a fool, but knowledge allows for action.

The household was turned upside down after my sister witnessed Krantz’s assault.

However, it didn’t last long.

She soon had to return to the academy, and without my only protector, I was once again left to be a loner.

Afterward, Krantz harassed me in even more persistent and sly ways, while others around me continued to stand by and watch, with nothing changed.

Before my sister left, she told me to talk to her whenever things got tough.

But I didn’t say a word.

I didn’t want to see her angry and sad again.

Then, as now, I didn’t want to hide behind a woman’s skirts and avoid reality.

But as I mentioned earlier, being ignorant makes you a fool and leaves you unable to deal with what lies ahead.

I wanted my sister to know.

She needed to understand just how filthy and miserable the so-called maintenance of our family’s honor was.

That it wasn’t something worth sacrificing herself to preserve.

That’s why I’m bringing it up now.

“……!”

My sister’s right hand was trembling violently.

It looked like she might draw her sword and charge at Belias at any moment.

For the time being, I waited in silence for her to speak first.

“Is what you just said all true?”

“I wouldn’t joke about such things.”

“Then how did you survive and arrive here?”

At that moment, a young man approached us and bowed his head.

“Wh-who are you?”

He seemed about twenty, a youth with tidy brown hair and innocent eyes — Brian.

“I am Brian Kendrick, a formal knight of Sir Belias. Currently, I serve as his guardian knight and stay at his side.”

“A guardian knight?”

Brian, with not a hint of hesitation in his precise pronunciation, recounted the events of the last three years.

He had been tasked by the Duchess but betrayed her when he deemed it unjust, and then he safely escorted me to the academy.

Essentially, he took credit for all the deeds I had accomplished.

Of course, I had ordered him to do so.

“I don’t understand! Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“There was no one to tell. Our father has always been too busy with the front lines, hasn’t he?”

“Even so, you should have at least told me!”

This seems to be a first.

My sister showing genuine anger towards me.

But you know what?

I’ve never had anyone in my life who cared enough to be angry on my behalf.

Normally, being scolded would make one feel depressed and upset, but strangely, I feel like smiling more and more.

I must be a bit of a weirdo, thinking of it that way.

With my emotions firmly under control, I replied calmly.

“You left to explore the continent for three years for your own life, Sister, just as I have kept silent for mine. Once the Duchess knew she had made a mistake, she took no further action. Krantz, too, stayed quiet, knowing his wrong. That I am speaking to you now, Sister, is because everything has resolved well.”

“How can you say that it ended well!”

In a fury, my sister grabbed my shoulders and shouted.

The tears welling in her eyes, I looked on without a hint of my inner turmoil.

“I’m sorry, Sian. After all my resolutions to live for you guys, I didn’t even realize what you were going through.”

My sister is smart and strong.

With these words I’ve shared, she now quickly understands what needs to be done.

“It seems difficult to take a leisurely stroll around your dormitory and have a chat. An urgent matter has come up.”

That would be problematic.

If our little darling wakes from her nap, it would create quite a scene.

I asked nonchalantly.

“Will you come back?”

“Of course.”

I thought she would simply pat my head again, but this time she gently embraced me.

“You don’t have to shoulder everything alone, Sian. If it’s tough, you can say it’s tough.”

As her soft breath brushed my ear, an unparalleled tranquility swept over me.

It was so warm and cozy.

I thought I wouldn’t experience this feeling again, but it seems I’ve been fortunate since my regression.

All that’s left is to protect this warmth.

As long as I am living and whole, the day will never come when her warm touch turns to a cold, stiff grasp.

My fist clenched with determination.

* * *

“Are you alright, Young Master?”

After my sister left, Brian, who had lingered, asked with concern.

“Why?”

“Perhaps it’s presumptuous of me, but did we worry Lady Ellis unnecessarily? Frankly, I never expected you to share that story…”

I shrugged.

“The hearts of people are as fickle as reeds, yet sometimes as unchanging as solid rock.”

Especially people like my sister.

“We need to instill vigilance. They must come to realize little by little that all they believed in without doubt has gone wrong. Otherwise, they’ll keep straying until inevitable ruin.”

If asked if this comes from experience, I wouldn’t particularly want to answer.

All I hope is that, disguised as advice, this warning helps her cope with what will unfold.

She’s surely capable of overcoming it.

Now that my sister’s matters seem settled…

I turned my gaze to Brian.

“Why are you looking at me, Young Master?”

“You did quite a good job acting, didn’t you? I thought you’d be too nervous to say a word.”

Embarrassed, Brian scratched the back of his head.

“Ha-ha! I, I practiced all night without sleep! To be honest, I’m not sure if Lady Ellis believed it…”

Remarkable progress compared to two years ago when he was clueless.

Can I say he’s someone who can become serious when needed?

“What would our sister be, if not a divine child? She’d understand half a sentence even if you stuttered through it.”

“Th-that’s good then.”

I stared at the blushing man.

“Why’s your face all red?”

“What?!”

Even a girl on her first love wouldn’t blush this much.

“Ah, it is my first time seeing Lady Ellis in person! She’s as beautiful as the rumors say! Please don’t misunderstand, Young Master! I hold no strange feelings!”

Strange feelings, huh.

Well, he’s a man too, so I can understand.

Even I think my sister is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Why do I feel such a strong urge to punch him?

I looked at my clenched fist, idly wondering whether I should bash it on his head.

It was a seriously tempting moment.

* * *

After sending my sister off, I headed once more to the principal’s office.

As I knocked and pushed the door open, the principal, busy at his desk, met me with a knowing look.

“It seems you’ve confirmed it.”

He was reading the white paper document I’d handed him just before.

“As usual, I won’t ask where you got this information from.”

“All I can do is thank you.”

“Instead, I have another question: do you really expect me to believe all this?”

His reproachful gaze was quite piercing.

“If I were to summarize the document you gave me, it would read: Certain high-ranking knights of the Order of Light are connected to the Imperial family, likely aligned with First Prince Luinel Sevellarus. They’re planning to incite the monsters near the front lines to create a major conflict. And this is scheduled to happen during the royal family’s inspection tour of the battlefront… Such fiction wouldn’t be so absurd if written in a novel.”

If captivating tales could jump so effortlessly to mind, what need would there be for literary classes?

Unfortunately, the words discussed are not fiction but grim reality.

The principal’s look suggested he was still half-doubtful.

“It’s been over a decade since I left the family, but that doesn’t mean I’ve shut my ears. You mean to tell me that while I was unaware, my family and Luinel were concocting such plots? Honestly, if someone other than you had handed me this document, I would have torn it up by now.”

His assumptions seemed a bit incongruous for someone who supposedly didn’t care about family honor, but I decided to overlook it.

“The truth of the matter is not for me to prove to you, is it?”

“Indeed. It seems my own informants will not take long to bring back the devastating news. Whether I’m duped or not.”

He speaks so freely, a result of experience, I suppose.

“Is this connected to your sister?”

“Why would you think that?”

“Age comes with its benefits. Your usually unimpassioned eyes quivered the moment you faced Ellis.”

There seemed no point in denying it.

“To be honest, it was unexpected. I thought you were a loner who wouldn’t care for anyone other than yourself, but blood runs thick, I suppose. After all, of all the students who have passed through here, Ellis is the only one I would have wanted as a daughter.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say.”

I was sincere.

For a moment, I wondered if the old man was going senile.

No matter what, that crosses a line, Principal.

Unaffected, he continued.

“So, having given me this fantastical information, what do you expect from me?”

I am not one for charitable acts without expecting something in turn.

The principal knew this, and yet he always asked what I wanted with each exchange. But I’d already been receiving ample reward.

“Aren’t you already giving enough?”

“Ha, are you referring to your delinquent school life?”

Delinquent?

I thought I’d been quite unobtrusive, but being called that put me in a strange mood.

I smiled as I responded.

“As I’ve told you before, don’t overthink it. Just consider it a gift for accommodating my conveniences.”

“A gift? It’s more like a bribe. Just don’t change your tune later.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the mention of a bribe.

“Really, one can never quite figure out what’s in your head.”

Hearing that, a thought suddenly struck me.

Should I ask?

“May I ask one thing?”

“What is it?”

“A while back, I overheard you telling my sister about a student who passed through your hands, one whose motives you couldn’t figure out.”

More than eavesdropping, it was something I just happened to hear.

“Yes, that’s counting before your admission.”

The principal replied nonchalantly.

“Do you think you could tell me who that person was?”

Why ask?

It’s a simple curiosity.

I’m suddenly intrigued to know just how keen the old man’s discernment is.

The principal grinned faintly before replying.

“Why ask if you already know the answer? No need for the question. It’s that person you’re thinking of.”

Trust the principal to truly see people.

If only he could foresee his own future.

(To be continued in the next issue)

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