Free Web NovelChapter 1: I’ll Go¹
He stood there dumbfounded... his mind couldn’t even figure out how to react.
Should he laugh or cry?
Should he laugh because he wasn’t the one at fault?... Or cry because he’d been taken advantage of, and like a fool had gone along with them without realising it?
"There are questions that are meant to remain questions for a reason.
Because once you get the answer, you will no longer be the same, nor will the world be as it was."
A voice said from behind him, then continued when he answered with silence
"Did the answer you received deserve everything you did for it? ... You have destroyed your nation with your own hands, Ivar."
So he smiled a tender, gentle smile and repeated what the man had said to him sadly, a look of resignation in his eyes
"There are questions that are meant to remain questions for a reason..."
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My immersion in my favourite novel was broken by the voice of my servant from behind the door
"Young master, this is Caio."
Nevertheless, I ignored him completely and returned to my reading, but to my disappointment, when I turned the page, I was greeted by the giant word _The End_, and on the following page, a note from the author
"Stay tuned for the next season of your favourite series, *The Perfect Death*."
What a misery...
"Young Master Laurentius... His Grace the Duke summons you to the Throne Room."
And yet another...
I let out a long sigh without getting up,
"Tell him I’m dead."
My loyal servant was silent for two seconds, then replied sadly
"I don’t think that will excuse you this time, young master. It’s a matter of real importance; all the direct bloodline of Askelund has been summoned, even His Grace the Duke’s brothers."
I picked up the pillow from the floor with my toes, then pulled it towards me with my hands and placed it over my head. I covered my head with the duvet, trying to return to the state of a reader who has finished his favourite novel and has nothing left to do in his miserable life.
"Young Master Laurentius."
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Let’s ignore that. Now, where were we?...
The Perfect Death... Although the title is a bit clichéd, it is, surprisingly, perfectly suited to the protagonist’s thoughts. And although this protagonist is not my favourite type—being a very forgiving person, and one who could be considered someone who harbours no grudges—but, the author has somehow managed to make him destroy an entire nation whilst readers are still weeping over his miserable past and the discoveries he has made...
In the end, was the answer to his question worth everything he did to reach it?...
If I were in his place...
"Young master, if you do not answer, I fear the knights will be forced to storm the room. The lord has sent two knights to summon the young master..."
Bah!
"Damn you all! Can’t a dead man rest in peace in this house?"
"The young master is still alive."
I sat there, annoyed, staring at the long window reflecting the cloud-covered sky, with the dark silhouettes of the distant city visible.
I brushed my hair away from my face, but a frown appeared on my face because, it seems, I was sweating... Do I have a fever? Am I finally dying?
Should I speed things up and jump out of the window?... Given that my room is on the top floor of the castle, if I fall I’ll die instantly without pain....
"Young Master."
"All right, all right. Damn you, come... in..."
I hadn’t even finished my sentence when the door opened and intruder number one entered, bowing before me and repeating like a parrot with a stony face
"Young master... His Grace the Duke summons you to the throne room."
I finally stood up... with a sigh, and asked as I gestured for him to fetch my sword, which was resting beside the sofa
"What is the reason for all this fuss?"
"I apologise, young master, I have no information,"
he said as he handed me the sword. He wanted to get me something decent to wear, as what I was wearing now wasn’t even suitable for appearing before the servants, let alone standing before the Duke, since I was in my pyjamas...
But I signalled to him not to bother me as I left the room, my eyes fixed on intruders number 2 and number 3, whom His Grace the Duke had sent specifically to escort my Majesty to the throne room
"Do you two not know anything either?"
"We apologise, young master."
"Tsk... .."
Let’s just go....
Surely this summons isn’t because the great, wonderful, ever-busy Duke has suddenly missed his children and decided to spend some time with them...
Well, I don’t care, and I don’t care even if it’s about the collapse of this very house, because it doesn’t concern me as an outcast son
Has the Duke finally decided to release me so I can meet my destined love and the legendary what called freedom?
And because I live in the furthest and highest room in the castle, just getting down to the ground floor took over half an hour, let alone reaching the throne room
And in every corridor we passed through, and every hall we crossed, the servants and knights bowed respectfully before me, maintaining perfect decorum in my presence.
Isn’t this tedious? Why doesn’t anything like those novels ever happen to me? Aren’t there, in reality, some foolish servants who are fed up with life, or who have been sent by other members of the family to put the abandoned child in his place?
or is it because the authors of those miserable stories and novels were peasants who didn’t understand how the nobility operate, or perhaps that in some lower-ranking noble households, this legendary type of servant—with a big mouth and even biger audacity—is common?
Life as the Duke’s abandoned son is incredibly difficult... No one wants to get into any sort of trouble with me, not even my siblings.
Hah...
