Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

The moment the explosion exploded.

“Aaaahhh!”

The crowd’s cheers turn into screams.

“there! “Magic came from over there!”

“Control it so that no one can get out!”

Soldiers waiting nearby to prepare for any unexpected incident rush towards the point where the magic started.

“Rain, get out of the way…!”

Chaos ensues as crowds of people leave their seats for fear of being caught up in a terrorist attack.

“…Your Excellency the Marquis! “Are you hurt anywhere?”

It’s terrorism.

In the midst of such a big event, he boldly aimed to become prime minister of a country.

“…It’s been a very long time since we’ve been in a situation like this.”

Have you surprisingly had a lot of experience in this area?

The Marquis, who seemed to have lost consciousness for a moment, quickly came to his senses and stood up fine, shaking off his sleeves.

and….

“I’m fine, so please look after this friend first.”

For some reason, he speaks in a much softer voice than usual and looks at me.

With those words, a priest who was attending the event approached me and began treatment…

“You need to leave quickly!”

“Wait a moment.”

Despite the knights’ urgent pleas, the Marquis waited until my wounds had recovered to some extent before he approached me and spoke to me.

I didn’t leave a very long thank you note, though.

“Thank you for today’s work.”

Something is very unfamiliar.

Come to think of it, have you ever heard the Marquis say thank you?

‘… ‘It seems like it wasn’t there.’

If you look carefully, you might find it, but it will be very different from what it is now. In the first place, I’ve never done anything to deserve a sincere thank you.

“Once this matter is resolved, I will call you separately.”

With those words, the Marquis left, escorted by knights, and I stayed behind to reminisce about what had happened a little while ago.

Although I don’t plan on doing it after receiving a thank you note.

‘…Why did I do that?’

To be honest, I regret it a little.

After all, the Marquis is so pretty that he throws his body to save me?

Wasn’t it enough magic to even harm me in dragon mode?

If we had left it alone, the Marquis would have died.

‘Oh, I guess that wasn’t it?’

The other day, when he asked if he could kill the Marquis, Lee Baek-ho answered like this.

[Uh, that’s a bit… Even if you kill that bastard, he will be resurrected in the palace.]

[···resurrection? What does that mean?]

[Ah, you don’t know that. Is it because it’s something that wasn’t in the game? Anyway, there is such a royal treasure, and it is now in the hands of the Marquis.]

Whether I jumped at him or just watched from behind, the Marquis would not have died anyway.

‘Well, if you think about it that way, maybe it’s not that bad?’

We build up goodwill through this incident, and later we get stabbed in the back.

Even if you get hit in the back, it hurts more when someone you trust hits you, right?

‘…Anyway, I need to change my habit of rushing in and blocking.’

Even though the situation wasn’t that bad, I was immediately aware of my bad habits in this case.

Is it because doing what you do in the labyrinth means getting beaten up instead?

It seems like I have a deeply ingrained obsession that no matter what I do, I have to be punished first…

“Thank you.”

“… huh?”

What is this again?

Suddenly, someone spoke to me and I saw that it was the Earl of Wangleston, who had won first place in this contest.

“If you hadn’t pushed me at the right time, I would have been caught in the explosion. “Baron Yandel saved my life.”

ah… It can be interpreted that way.

Well, if I hadn’t pushed him, I think he would have been seriously hurt. This guy was right next to the Marquis when the magic flew.

“I’m glad you’re safe.”

After giving a rough answer, Earl Wangleston carefully asked me one question.

“But… “I’m being presumptuous, but why did you save me?”

Coincidentally, it was the same question the Marquis asked.

I smiled and asked back.

“Why can’t I save it?”

“That’s right….”

Earl Wrangleston, who was speechless, spoke frankly.

“I am not a competitor. “Without me, Baron Yandel could have been number one.”

It was a bit absurd.

Does he think this contest is some kind of battle survival?

‘or not… ‘It may just be an aristocratic way of thinking.’

“Besides, even if that’s not the case… “There’s no reason for the Baron to look favorably on me, is there?”

To interpret it, it means that I wasn’t mean to you earlier…

To be honest, this is no different from being caught.

In fact, he had forgotten she even existed until she came to say thank you.

But there is no need to say it straight away.

“I don’t care about that. “I just saved it because I could.”

As I said that and patted the man on the shoulder, the Count looked up at me with strange eyes.

“Baron Yandel… He really is as he said. “I sincerely apologize for my previous rudeness.”

Hearing things like this from someone who hated me.

…This is surprisingly satisfying.

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“The character’s reputation has increased by +10.”

“The character’s reputation has increased by +10.”

“Character’s reputation increases by +10…”

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An architectural contest that attracted the attention of many people.

And the terrorist attack that occurred there.

Of course, as soon as the next morning, it was featured in all the media outlets in Lapdonia.

An assassination attempt was made on the Marquis and the hero who stopped it, Bjorn, son of the giant Yandel.

The headlines were all different, but in the end, this was the main content, and other than that, it was very quiet.

An assassin sent from Noark or something.

Could it be a terrorist attack for political reasons?

Maybe his son did that because he coveted the title, etc.

Unlike numerous rumors being created on the streets, the media did not make any speculations.

Even third-rate daily newspapers that thrive on aggro were quiet in this area…

‘The Marquis’ power is enormous.’

It’s a bit surprising that even the media outlets that always put a lot of effort into scrawling bullshit whenever my story appears are doing the same.

Well, since it involves the second-in-command of the country, is it natural to be cautious?

anyway.

It’s the third day since that happened.

“wow… “The culprit hasn’t been caught yet….”

Today, as she was checking the news by opening the newspaper, Misha pushed her face in from behind.

“Bjorn, where do you think you are? Noark? silence? Or that annoying son-in-law?”

“Well, I think it’s highly likely that it’s Noark… “How about something a little lower than that?”

“why? “Because we’re too close to be colleagues?”

“….”

I’ve been feeling it recently, but it seems like Missha’s tension has risen significantly these days.

Well, did anything good happen?

Since it’s been a while since we’ve been together, I asked him about his current situation and I can immediately hear why his expression got better.

“huh? well? “I don’t really do anything special… I just exercise with Einar during the day… and draw a picture after dinner is ready…”

“painting?”

“Ah, I’ve been trying it as a hobby for a while now. Last time I went to an art museum with Raines, I got a little interested… Ah! “I’m never going to show you yet, so don’t even ask me to show you!”

As far as going to the art museum with Amelia, it seems like the period of being single is completely over.

As a result, I feel like my old personality is coming back.

‘It was kind of cute to look like a crouch, but…’

After talking more, it seemed like the relationship had improved quite well, even if it wasn’t for Einar or Amelia.

“I’m not close to Mr. Gowland yet, but he doesn’t seem like a bad person… and Erwen… I do not know. “When I think about it now, I feel like I did a lot more wrong, so I apologized a while ago, but he walked away…”

“Right.”

“But I became very close with Mr. Emure. There are a lot of questions about Rotmiller, right? That’s right, two days ago she even watched Hikuro and Lot Miller so we all watched them together.”

“what? But why didn’t you come with me?”

“Well, you said you were busy that day and went out, right?”

Two days ago, she went to the Royal Intelligence Service because she had some questions about terrorism.

under… If I had known there would be such a promise, I would have postponed it.

“so… “What are you doing today?”

“today?”

“huh. If you don’t have anything else to do, would you like to go to Commelbee with me later? “I saw yesterday that the hilt of the sword was so worn that I wanted to replace it…”

“ah… “Is it okay if we can’t come back together?”

“huh? why?”

“I plan to meet the Marquis in the evening. Maybe she should go to Commelbee and then go straight to Karnon. Well, if it’s going to be like this, just later—.”

“No, it doesn’t matter, so don’t worry about it! I’m just leaving the knife with me anyway! “I’ll get ready right now!”

After saying that and disappearing, Misha came back like lightning after getting ready to go out, and after that, she immediately left her sacred place and headed to Commelby.

After depositing the sword at the blacksmith shop, she had a quick meal nearby. Afterwards, on her way to Commelbee, she stopped by the exchange and spent time checking out the prices of items for sale.

“OMG! Why is everything so cheap? “If I had a lot of money, I would buy it all!”

“I guess since the labyrinth is closed, there won’t be anyone buying it right now. You too, wait a little longer. “The price of things like explorer equipment will continue to fall.”

“Yes… “It was fun though.”

“I also had fun for the first time in a long time. “I feel like I want to stay like this longer…”

“Should I go?”

“I guess it’s an appointment I made with the Marquis.”

“Ugh, have a nice trip….”

After she broke up with Misha, she went straight to Karnon.

Since she had made an appointment, she got a free pass this time without having to fight at the entrance.

“We welcome your visit, Baron Yandel. The Marquis is waiting. Please eat inside.”

Starting with the head of the house waiting at the front at the expected time of my visit, as I entered along the garden, the employees came together to welcome me.

‘…Real noble families are different.’

I feel this again, but how much time must pass before even such employees can naturally greet each other with dignity?

As someone who doesn’t even have a home yet, this is something I don’t know.

Sigh.

Soon, under the guidance of the butler, the door is opened gently, revealing a reception room with a very luxurious yet dignified atmosphere.

‘…how many reception rooms are there in the Marquis?’

Now that I think about it, the reception room is always different every time I come.

For some reason, it seems like they created several reception rooms to accommodate different guests…

‘Of all the places I’ve been to, this one looks the best.’

Just a glance at this room gives you the feeling that I am treating you incredibly well.

“Are you here?”

Even when I entered the room, the Marquis himself stood up to greet me.

It was such a new feeling.

Well, in the past, when we came to this mansion, we had a conversation through a crystal ball.

“… “Sit down, your legs will hurt.”

“Haha, you sit down first. “You’re a guest, aren’t you?”

“If that’s the case….”

Only after I sat down first did the Marquis sit facing me, and the conversation continued naturally from then on.

“That’s all we’ve been talking about these days, so have you found out who the culprit is?”

“Not yet. The more I dug into it, the more I felt like I was well prepared. “If it weren’t for you, I would have been in big trouble.”

“It was something anyone could do.”

It’s embarrassing….

Are you saying you have no intention of revealing resurrection-related items to me?

I don’t know, but the compliments to me continued.

“Anyone could have done it… Well, there were so many nobles and so many knights that day, but you were the only one who sacrificed themselves for me when the incident occurred.”

“It’s just your luck, Marquis.”

“I also heard about your conversation with the Earl of Wangleston through the newspaper. You said you only saved it because you could get it, right? “Is that true?”

“what… It’s true, but…”

It wasn’t my taste to blatantly paint my face with gold like this, so I quickly changed the subject.

“But why did you call me today?”

“First of all, I thought it would be wise to tell you about the progress of this incident. Oh, I was also thinking of letting you know that Baron Yandel has been put in charge of the reconstruction of District 7. “I’ll probably contact you soon.”

Oh, it saved me an hour to hear that it happened like that.

“But this is not the point, so I’ll move on quickly.”

“… huh?”

If this is not the main point, then what is the main point?

When I tilted my head and thought about that.

“As much as I know your personality, I’ll be honest with you.”

The Marquis erased the soft smile that had been on his face just a moment ago and called my name in a cold voice.

“Bjorn, son of Yandel.”

“…?”

“I think you are an evil spirit.”