I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country

87 – I don’t believe this

Boom!

Trop’s body bent like a bow. Trauma came up in a posture that I saw a lot somewhere. Ugh Illelfi… The head…

“Creepy!”

It was a scream in which a large amount of exhaled breath escaped from the lungs at once. Trope narrowed his eyes in anguish. His pupils were spinning round and round as if he had received a concussion from his blow.

“aaa!!!”

He yells at the hollow in the wall. It was no different from the behavior of a child who couldn’t overcome his temper.

I ignored it completely and went straight ahead. This neck that I wanted to catch at some point. The foolish hatred grabbed him by the collar and interrogated him.

“I ask straight forward. Start by reciting how to stop this situation.”

“Kuh, why don’t you just ask your mother?”

“I don’t have a mother.”

“What?!”

At least I was an orphan in this world. I missed my mother all over again. Occasionally, I dream of meeting Ir Elfie in vain.

First of all, that’s it, I’m not a fire attribute filial piety who puts up with paddling.

Damn it!

I slap Trope on the cheek and give him a friendly smile. Then, he asked again and again so that the meaning could not be misinterpreted.

“How to stop Chainreach, tell me now.”

“Ha, do you think I know? I don’t know, but I guess it’s the kind of thing that can’t be undone once started. We’re all equal in a ruined world!”

“… Damn you.”

The sarcasm of Trope’s eyes paradoxically appealed to the truth. Besides, seeing what was left of him alone, it would be fair to say that he gave up his life.

Even threats made under the pretext of suffering will not work. It was self-evident that no more dramatic information would come out.

‘What should I do…?’

The result of reaching the top level is such a truth. The cracked sky does not allow the weak to survive.

If left unattended, a world in which the weak will be weeded out will come. The upper limit of a strong man who spends the night comfortably will be comparable to that of Bartlante.

“Damn it!”

Kooung!

I vomited my anger as I slammed the poor foundation. The reaction of the blow so hard made the surroundings vibrate.

I know rationally that the release of violence won’t help anything. Still, I felt that my ability to think would only come back if I surrendered to my unfair feelings.

What is that bastard’s lost blood…!

Boom!

It was time to unnecessarily hit the altar once more.

Ugh-!

“Huh?”

“Hah?!”

The altar made a mysterious sound. Then, a warm golden ray of light drifted in and entangled in a spiral.

The sunlight, tied like a spiral knot, completed the shape of a chain and fluttered.

In an unexpected situation that I couldn’t understand, Trough opened his eyes more frightened than me. The absurd thing was that I was the same, so I almost screamed.

“What, what is this? What kind of 90’s TV is the altar? Once you hit it, you’ll listen?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know either. All of a sudden…?!”

“Huh.”

The golden chain still emitted an awe-inspiring light from its seat. As I kept bathing in that light, I felt like I could understand it somehow.

As if etched into my soul, I was convinced that the chain belonged to me.

As I inadvertently put my hand on him, his eyes were filled with visions. It’s a fleeting time for someone, but for me it was a distant memory.

[All I can do is imitate a farmer who plants a feeble possibility. Really, sorry again and again.]

The arrangement of the first emperor, Astelnerca. It was the golden blood provided by Okche, who bit off her fingertips.

Astel Nerka gave me the chain in his past life. While expressing his earnest apology, he wished to overcome the ordeal in the future.

It was unclear how far he could have looked. Literally planting a possibility, he might have left it in case it would be helpful someday.

Regardless of the intention, the conclusion returns to one. That is, Astelnerca’s arrangement is the only Joker I can put forward.

“You did this with wasted blood. And with blood diluted for 500 years.”

“What did that mean?”

“Well then…”

I asked a question with a pure heart.

“How far do you think the blood of the first emperor Astelnerca can go?”

“What?!”

Trop will never understand the meaning of the question. It was difficult even for me to understand the mechanism of Astel’s involvement in her past life. But the truth was that it was fine.

The important thing is that the golden blood handed over by the first emperor is real in front of you.

And the old man, excluding the emperor, is the only person who can operate the Eld Chain.

I grabbed the golden chain. At the same time, his soul endured a giddy feeling, and gave a terrifying command to the chains.

“Close the dimension gates. Bind and bind the loose chains of the world. Don’t lose to the blood of the descendants of 500 years ago…!”

The golden chain blinked bright light as if responding to a wish. Whether it be porridge or rice, it was the last bastion for my retreat.

Soon after that, the golden chain flew into the air and was reduced to a halo of light. The halo roamed the sanctuary, closing the rifts in Zahakra as if melting them away.

After performing an amazing feat, a golden halo escaped the sanctuary. I could tell without having to go out. The time has come to purify the scarred sky and bring everything back to normal.

Trop watched with dreamy eyes as if he were dreaming. It is understandable that accidents stop at an incomprehensible sight.

If you could simply close the chain reach with a golden chain, the imperial palace would have taken action long ago. The shock must have been doubled because it was a trope that knew that that was impossible.

“What is this? The existence and ability of the golden chain is fine. But the only person who has the right to use the Eldchain is the emperor of the time who inherited the blood of the first emperor? What are you doing, what the hell are you doing!!!”

“What am I, am I…”

Well, I can give you various identities, but I want to grin at him like this. With a proudly threatening smile.

“If I had to question it, it would be a degraded noble from a fallen country.”

Whether it was me or the old man, it was a really appropriate expression. Looking back on daily life and life, there is no such thing as a waste class.

For your reference, I see the old man as a more hard-boiled lung class.

“This damn bird—.”

“But now that I think about it, it would be more annoying to introduce you like this.”

I cut off the swear words of the trope, and instead introduce myself with the man on the inside in mind.

As a bonus, possessed at a time when they were completely assimilated in their past lives, even the tone of voice was given the same consideration.

“It’s called Netionpis, the nation’s aristocrat. It’s a descendant of Lorian. You’ve been rampaging like a wild dog. You’ve worked in vain chasing distorted illusions like an idiot. The whole world will laugh at you.”

“What…?”

“Don’t deny reality. What could be a lie?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Hmm?”

The reason for denying this yard is questionable. Looking back, it was rather surprising that I was not suspicious.

As for the appearance, I can get past that because Zeke Harun has the same black hair and red eyes as me. However, given that she was immortal, she deserved to have doubts at least once.

At this point, I stopped imitating Netion Peace and asked.

“Do you think there is another immortal like me in the world?”

“Ha, sophistry is also an immortal god with a similar appearance? I like this. But does that make sense? You believe in the nonsense that your companion will become immortal and return to the world in that backward age? sh*t! I have to say something that makes sense. .Lorian Feyta is just a crazy b*tch!!! Hey ugh…?!”

As I was about to slap him on behalf of the old man, trough wrapped his head around him and trembled in pain. Because he looked so sick, his hand, which had nowhere to go, landed on his lap.

‘It was like that.’

They denied the premise that Netion Peace would achieve immortality in the first place. In the circumstances of later generations, Trope’s point of view was rather common sense.

On the other hand, Leah Peita, who was convinced by her will to believe in her partner without any plausible grounds, was a crazy b*tch.

‘Perhaps Lorian just wanted to tell the old man to take care of him when he wakes up.’

Lea, her ardent admirer, took it literally as a long-cherished wish. It was a personnel mistake by Lorian who failed to grasp the extreme tendencies of the second head of the household.

Lorian, who must have witnessed it from the sky, must have suffered a headache.

You could be recognized right away by talking about memories of the old man and Lorian. However, it is also true that there is no need for recognition.

I decided to gradually solve the cognitive dissonance, and I prevented trope from committing suicide.

Trop’s eyes were venomous as he was being dragged to the island.

‘Look at the slitting your eyes.’

I hated him for nothing, so I kicked him in the back at the end of the aisle. Then the bright sunlight shone on us accompanied by moaning.

It wasn’t hatched gold, it was a clear blue sky like the pupils of Ir Elfi.

“I can’t hear it anymore… But the karma of the old man’s generation has been largely settled. Lorian Peita’s long-cherished wish is that they gave up on their own, but wouldn’t it be enough if I were happy?”

Even if I don’t have the Feita family, there are already precious people around me.

A dependable lover awaits in the Islands with her cute little sister.

The idiot-like good ancestor Taiyaki and his twin brothers were also together.

An emperor who is in a hurry to retire is a bonus.

“If there is anything unfortunate… It is that the old man has no precious person.”

The impression that the degree of hate is affection, and that it is a bit bitter, stimulated the tip of my nose.

At this time, I didn’t know.

I never thought that a reversal would await us.

I couldn’t even imagine it.