The Villain Is A Perfect Fit For The Role-Chapter 121

‘Besides, I know the current situation well.’

Rostel understood everything Richt carefully said. She even nodded her head when she was told that she should die.

“I’m not saying I’m really going to kill you.”

Although he explained it that way, Rostel did not take it literally. The hand he was holding was so strong that it was pure white. In addition, he seemed scared as he was constantly shaking. No matter how gently I tried to explain, there was a limit to the situation.

Richt knelt down in front of the trembling Rostel. Then, I made eye contact with him and gently hugged his small body.

“I promise. “With my name on my name, I will make sure no harm comes to Mr. Rostel.”

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“I am.”

Rostel’s eyes swelled red.

“I don’t want to die.”

“i know. “I won’t let you die.”

“What if I make a mistake and kill myself?”

“Pong will be there too.”

At Richt’s words, Fong stuck out his chest.

[that’s right! I am here, who will kill you!]

Rostel’s expression fell at Fong’s confident words. Then he hugged Richt and started crying loudly. Although his clothes were wet from the pouring tears, Richt did not complain at all. All he did was pat Rostel gently on the back.

“are you okay.”

The soothing voice is kind. The warmth made me feel even sadder. Rostel stopped crying only after a long time.

“I will do as you tell me. But I want to go with Fong.”

Richt looked at Pong without realizing it. Although the two had signed a contract, I wanted to respect Fong’s opinion.

“What do you want to do Pong?”

[me?]

“Yes, I want to stay here. Or do you want to follow Rostel?”

Fong looked at Richt and Rostel alternately with an embarrassed expression.

[I like them both, can’t we be together?]

Wouldn’t that be a bit difficult? Most nobles already know Rostel’s face. From what I found out, Rostel’s mother was a noblewoman from Rundel, and she was also related to the royal family. If Rostell continued to be the prince, she didn’t know how she would approach him.

Even though Rostel’s will was strong, things in the world did not always go as planned. No matter how smart a child is, it is an adult’s greed to expect him to understand everything. As soon as Rostel heard Pong’s words, the tears she had barely stopped poured out again.

“I like Pong! “Does Pong hate me?”

[No, I don’t hate it! I like Rostel too!]

“But why don’t you come with me?”

[Rostel is good, but Licht is also good.]

Does Pong like his mom? Do you like dad? It was a matter of degree. Fong, who had been restless, ended up sitting on Rostel’s shoulder and looking pitifully at Richt.

‘No, even if you look at me like that.’

If my face wasn’t known, I would have adopted him and insisted on it. At that moment, a thought occurred to me.

‘Can’t I insist?’

Wouldn’t it be okay to hide it for a few years and then bring it in as an adopted child when it grows up? When you grow up, your face will look a little different, and you can dye your hair. Although the hair dyes of this era were crude, Richt knew how to easily remove hair color. Although it was still a bit of a shameful method to use on a child.

“Rostell.”

When I called his name, Rostel, who had been sniffling, raised his head.

“Can you please be my son?”

The water-soaked eyes widened.

“son?”

“That’s right.”

Richt calmly explained both.

“It will be difficult to pass on Devine’s position as the head of the family. She will have to hide her identity and will not be able to talk about her mother. But she can be with Fong.”

Rostel blinked slowly.

“With Pong.”

He seemed to like that part more than the others.

“Then I’m fine. I’ll be your son. “My father never even saw his face anyway.”

I know what he looks like, but it’s thanks to seeing the portrait. We have never actually met face to face or spoken to each other. Compared to that, Richt was kind from the beginning and is still taking care of me.

Rostel decided to become Richt’s adopted son.

[Great!]

Fong clapped his wings.

[Good!]

Ping and Pang also agreed. For this reason, Richt had a cute son.

‘Because marriage is bad in this world anyway.’

I have Abel and Van, so how can I meet another woman? And lately, I’ve been feeling like Richt couldn’t do it without those two. Of course, the person I love the most is Van. But she also had feelings for Abel.

‘The first meeting was so bad.’

You don’t know people’s minds.

* * *

It’s the worst. Count Mantel looked out the carriage window at the empty landscape. Fortunately, he was not demoted in rank, but his position was passed to Grael. In the process, a lot of property was transferred to the imperial family. Some of these may have also passed to Archduke Graham and Duke Devine.

“This is ridiculous!”

I was angry, but there was nothing I could do. Now Count Mantel had been driven out of the capital with his eldest son, and was heading to the northern region. It is a cold, rugged place where barbarians invade from time to time. There he was commanded to serve until his sins were paid for.

“Grael.”

Count Mantel gritted his teeth. Although he hated both the crown prince and those who followed him, the person who bothered him more than anything was his son, Grael. I never thought he would repay his favor with his enemies after he made a living for an idiot who didn’t know how to do anything.

‘What should I do now?’

I had to think calmly.

‘I can’t give up like this.’

But I couldn’t easily think of a way. Everyone who was once believed to be on the same side has turned their backs, and all that is left is a little wealth and a body. The eldest son, who thought he was okay, was already half-fazed.

The ongoing engagement was broken and I was taken to a rough place.

“Weak guy!”

Count Mantell clicked his tongue. If I give up already, what do I plan on doing later? He often sighed at his son’s pitiful behavior.

‘The country also needs to come to its senses.’

It’s still okay. The soldiers and knights guarding the carriage did not have a bad attitude. All you have to do is climb back up again.

‘First, we have to rediscover our connection with Rundel.’

and then. When I thought about that, the movement of the carriage suddenly became violent. Archduke Graham must have properly paved the road to the north, so it’s strange that it’s shaking like this.

Count Mantel looked at the window. Then he saw a bunch of unfamiliar pointed trees. It was a coniferous tree that grew well in cold places. At first, you could still distinguish the shapes, but at some point the speed increased and they flew by. Not only that, but the troops surrounding it are nowhere to be seen.

“coachman!”

I panicked and called the coachman, but there was no answer. Count Mantel stood unsteadily, opened the small window of the carriage, and looked at the driver. Originally, the driver of the carriage was an old man with white hair, but the person changed.

“Who are you!”

I shouted in surprise, but the coachman did not turn around. I just drove the carriage like crazy.

“Who are you?” Stop now! “Do you know who I am?”

Count Mantel screamed like crazy. Only then does the coachman quietly look back. The man with an ordinary appearance clicked his tongue lightly.

“Wow, you’re so noisy.”

“Stop the carriage right now!”

I shouted, hitting the wall of the carriage with my fist, but the man shook his head.

“It’s not possible. “We still have to go further to the cliff.”

“Cliff?”

Count Mantel’s face turned pale. This man is planning to kill himself by faking it as an accident. He screamed like crazy, but no one showed up to help him. That day, Count Mantell’s life ended. It was a few days later that the news of his death reached the capital.

The carriage fell from the cliff and broke into pieces, and Count Mantel, who was riding in it, was not unharmed. The eldest son who went with him survived, but became an idiot, perhaps due to the shock of what happened to his father.

Was all of this really an accident? Rumors circulated secretly in social circles, but they did not last long. Besides that, there were many other incidents that occurred every day. It was hard to take care of myself, but I couldn’t afford to worry about other people’s deaths.

In this way, the head of the noble faction changed his name.