To Hell With Being A Saint, I'm A Doctor 65
To Hell With Being A Saint, I'm A Doctor chapter 65
The night after the ceremony, the first ball (3)
Worried about what would happen after coming down from the second floor, the nobles who followed the marquis opened their mouths wide.
Marquis Harold's words. How could they not know that it was the fall of Marquis Harold, who had been writing history together with the kingdom until now?
Looking at the face of the marquise, determination was revealed. He was also throwing away his family for food.
Ray made a strange expression as if in surprise.
To be honest, I didn't think he would say something like this.
He thought about returning his property to Seongguk at best, but he was trying to protect his son even while giving up on the marquis.
'You are a very affectionate person.'
I wonder how Lee Da-jido, a very affectionate person, could have maintained a family like this.
The gaze of the nobles toward Marquis Harold was also a gaze filled with concern, not greed.
Maybe it's because that kind of personality has won the trust of many people.
Marquis Harold clenched his teeth.
'I promised myself that I would never let you live a life like mine. I promised myself that only you would make me live a good life.'
If this can bring the child back to life, he will give out only one answer after being asked ten times.
Of course, if that is not enough, you can even give your life with a smile.
A wife who died while giving birth to a daughter, and a daughter who left her side after not living for a long time because of her weakness.
Now all he had left was his son.
Ray looked at his desperate expression and made eye level with him.
Marquis Harold was on his knees, so Ray, who tried to make eye contact with him, naturally fell to his knees.
"Stand, my lord!"
"Stand up!"
Despite Zeke and Eucliwood's reluctance, Ray waved his hand.
"Stop it."
At his words, the two retreated.
Ray grabbed Marquis Harold's shoulders and arms and lifted him up.
The Marquis, who was dragged to stand up without saying anything, couldn't see Rey's face in guilt.
At that, Ray said to the Marquis.
"It was your son's fault. You are innocent."
"… How can it be said that the parents are not to blame for the sins their children have committed?"
"••• Is that so?"
As he spoke, he spoke to the children of the nobles with an indifferent expression.
"Berrys, come here."
There were no highs and lows in the tone. Already he didn't feel the need to be polite.
At his words, Berrys ran to Rey without even thinking of handling the swollen sprain.
"Boo, did you call?"
"Do you know what you did wrong?" He was silent for a moment, then said.
"It is the sin of daring to speak to the saint."
"Wrong."
It wasn't just Beris who was puzzled by Rey's words.
What else did you do wrong? If that wasn't a crime, what kind of crazy thing did you do?
Zeke and Eucliwood's eyes turned wild.
Previously, if he had looked at Berry as if he was going to kill him, now the hand holding the sword was trembling as if he was seriously trying to kill him.
He said quietly, looking straight at Berry.
"Your fault brought your father to his knees."
"Why should your father get on his knees for what you did?"
"Sorry, I'm sorry."
Berry hurriedly knelt down. Ray looked down at it.
Originally, I had planned to punish him severely in front of everyone.
When the ruling class, the aristocracy, rots, the subordinated, the commoners, also rot.
Naturally, when the water above is clear, the water below is also clear. These issues were very important to him, who was planning to put Sung-guk on the top spot as promised.
So I was going to trample him down like this, but the marquise changed his mind.
The top water has not yet rotted as much as it has rotted.
No, rather, it would have been possible to maintain the clearness because of him. If the marquis is dismissed and his title and property are confiscated like this, the nobles will only pretend to be clean in front of them, but they will crack pumpkin seeds behind them.
If that's the case, you'd better leave him alone. Moreover, there was no lack of human attraction to the Marquis.
Rey gathered her thoughts and looked at Berry with a smile.
"After seeing the Marquis, I will close my eyes this time;
"that; That word...
"I'm going to forgive you."
At Rey's words, the surroundings murmured again.
"It's blasphemy. But will you forgive me?"
"Isn't that because you're still young? Your heart must have been shaken by your sympathy when that terrifying marquis fell to his knees." The younger children thought so, but their parents did not.
In the first place, it was not common to ignore the saints of today because they are young.
When it comes to ingenuity, he is the leader among wizards who are said to be incomparable to anyone else.
great mage.
He was walking alone on a road that no one had reached.
Do you measure such a person by age? That was absurd.
They had to go through all kinds of people and situations in the political world, so they had to think differently from the children.
"The Marquis owes a great debt."
"How merciful you are… …
"I can only think of God's blessing on the future of the kingdom/ Marquis Harold opened his eyes and ran to him.
The marquis performed a difficult stunt by bending his knees and head at the same time as he ran.
"Thank you for your merciful grace, saint! What are you doing! You too, bow your head!" As he spoke, he lowered Berith's head with his large palm.
The pressure was so strong that the face of Berrys, who had been kneeling down, was about to crash to the floor.
kuung-
not. already stuck
Judging by the sound of the hall, I was worried that Berith's skull might have been terribly broken.
However, he could not scream once and had no choice but to endure the pain.
I'm sorry if I screamed here, because I thought my father would grab my head once more and throw him on the floor.
Ray looked at him and shook his head.
"It doesn't seem like the atmosphere is where you can enjoy a prom.
"sorry again!"
Koo-!
With a louder sound than the first time, Berith's head fell to the ground again.
"Ugh…
When I saw that the sound was cut off with a weak drool, I think I passed out.
Ray, who looked at him and smiled bitterly, walked out the door of the lobby.
He was followed by Zeke and Eucliwood.
When they disappeared from view, Marquis Harold raised his son's head and said with scorching eyes.
"Don't think this is the end - I'll make your rotten mind right as soon as you return to the mansion." Accept the saint's last name with gratitude."
"Ah, father… …
The appearance of the Marquis looking at his son with his teeth clenched was worse than the distorted face of a monster.
Said Zeke and Eucliwood, who followed Ray outside.
"I'm sorry, my lord. Are you really okay with this?"
"If you just tell me right now, I will take care of it and come back."
The way she naturally spit out scary sounds is similar to that of Iriel.
Are you saying that all people in Seongguk are like this? Ray shook her head.
"I owe the marquis, so this is enough."
"••All right."
With a single word from Moshi, this view is no longer presented. How many people can do that?
Rei Ga Ji who was curious about them
He said looking at him.
"By the way, I didn't hear your name." At Rey's words, Zeke's eyes widened. Then he immediately puts his head on the ground.
"I have sinned to death!"
Is bowing your head in greeting here?
"Because it's not a sin to die, name."
"My name is Tracey Zeek from the Dukes of Trey!"
Also, there was a poem in the center of the name. Ray asked.
"What does the poem in the middle of the full name mean?"
Eucliwood answered him instead.
"Poetry (侍) is a title. There are a total of six families that can use the title of 'si' in the center of their names. There are three families serving the saint and three families serving the saint."
She paused for a moment before continuing.
"Poetry literally means 'to serve'. A family serving the lord. Those are us, the six families, who have been given the title of the city."
"So, you mean the servant family?" Eucliwood was slightly perplexed at his words. How is it that the title of a poem is equivalent to that of a servant?
is it just It wasn't completely wrong, though, so she agreed.
"•••That's right."
Seeing her bewildered look, Zeke smirked next to her.
""I"I*
charit-
Eucliwood stared at him.
Surprised by this, Zeke bowed his head and maintained a kneeling position.
Ray asked again.
"Then who is the other family?"
Obviously, Eucliwood said there were six families. If a saint has three families, it means that she also has three families.
The families I know now are Bellacroix and Trey. Two families were revealed.
So, what does a family mean?
At his question, Zeke erased a smile and said:
"••I'm sorry, but I can't tell you." Seeing that Eucliwood also didn't have an answer, there seems to be a reason why I can't tell you.
" why?"
Ray asked, this time Eucliwood answered.
"The other family is the one that escorts the saint in the dark. Little is known about their identities even in the Holy Land, and we do not know all of them either. But they are always by the side of the saint."
"yes? to be by my side... Even now?"
"Perhaps it is."
Ray was slightly startled by her words.
There is no sign that someone is hiding around him now.
That doesn't mean he can't even recognize them.
'I'm worried about this'
It's not very pleasant to have someone you don't know spying on you. Rey decided to release mana.
His mana, which was so secret that no one could feel it, completely took over the atmosphere.
The roar of the people at the ball and the wind-blown leaves falling. Even insects that crawl through the grass or birds that cling to trees to sleep. All kinds of signs were starting to feel.
I could feel the presence of people attached to the tree.
'I was in this place. About seven people.' Once the mana was released, it was easy to find them. However, it was very difficult to find a sign like a hazy fog among them.
When I focused my attention on the sign of being too assimilated with nature, I was able to recognize the shape immediately.
Long limbs and a flawless waist that draws a graceful curve. He could feel the gaze staring at him with his short hair hidden in the dark.
"… Woman?"
"•••Yes?" The two looked at the saint with a puzzled look, who was suddenly making an incomprehensible noise.
Hana Rei's gaze was not on them.
He looked at her, sitting right on the side of the tree.
To Hell With Being A Saint I'm A Doctor