Legendary Youngest Son of the Marquis House Chapter 105

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Episode 105

To be honest, I want to embrace both Dean Gray and Guinness.

Dean Gray’s conviction made my heart beat faster than it had in a long time.

Guinness loves excellent cooking skills.

I feel a little bad for Ron, but if you just look at his cooking skills, Guinness seems to be about a level above Ron.

Also, I like how you act so calm in front of me.

That’s not something you can do with just regular grit and an average mindset.

I like it in many ways.

One thing that is still a bit ambiguous is Dean Gray.

Honestly, I want to hold it.

If we’re simply going by preference, I like Dean Gray better than Guinness.

However, there is one problem.

Dean Gray already has some power.

Even though the size of that force is as small as an ant’s dandruff, it’s still Dean Gray’s person.

He was also the one who decided to join the rebellion.

Dean Gray, let’s just wait and see for a bit.

Thud thud-

I thought as I walked down the hallway.

Inevitability disguised as coincidence.

Everything that happens in the world has meaning.

However, very few people realize it all, and it is certain that no one understands the full meaning of the numerous events that occur every day.

If there is, it would be a being called God.

I am not God.

But somehow I felt like I knew the meaning of all this that was happening around me.

‘The country… … .’

New country.

I think I need to think about it seriously.

Me like that.

The teacher sitting on my shoulder was looking at me with interested eyes.

I tried hard to pretend not to know.

That gaze.

It was quite hot.

* * *

The mood among the faculty leaving the villa was not bright.

Most people were still wondering what had happened, while others were lost in thought.

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Among them, Gray Shearan was the more thoughtful one.

Jack Valantier.

There was only one reason why I approached him in the first place.

Because he was sure that the child and he were thinking the same thing.

I’m not talking about rebellion or anything like that.

Academy reform.

Overall, there is no problem with the curriculum of the education.

The problem was with the professors who were teaching.

Excessive luxury and a faculty that treats academy students like tools.

The narrow-minded mindset and ability of the faculty, who are obsessed with filling their stomachs and only provide biased education to the nobles, while ignoring or leaving behind talented commoners, are questionable.

The process of trying to replace them can certainly be called reform.

The first person to swing a knife during the process was a 14-year-old boy.

It was Jack Valantier.

As the youngest son of a Marquis family, his situation, whether rumored or not, was no different from standing on the edge of a cliff.

So, I wanted to hold him.

Gray Cierran, knowing that the rebellion would fail, still believed that at least four or five families could be wiped out.

After that?

I don’t need to say it, but it’s simple.

just.

Everyone dies.

The entire family will be killed for treason, and those who collaborated with them will also be killed.

That’s why I came to see Jack Valantier.

A traitor who committed treason and did not even request a territorial war, but simply raised troops and killed nobles.

That’s another name that Gray Shearan would later get.

How much weight does that name carry?

if.

What would happen if the youngest child of a writer, a 14-year-old boy with far superior abilities and talents that are incomparable to those of anyone in this world, were to kill such a ‘traitor’?

The world needs heroes.

A confusing political situation.

What would happen if a young hero were born who killed the traitor at that time?

The confused residents will find stability.

So I went to see Jack.

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But Jack didn’t ask about that part.

Strictly speaking, I did ask once.

The problem is that the question included a ‘point of view’.

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Jack asked precisely this question:

‘Whether it’s a shield or something, the first intention was to include me… … What are your thoughts now?’

The answer to that was, first, to eliminate it, and second, to include it.

And the third.

If I had asked a third question, the story might have been a little longer.

Of course, Marquis Cierran did not say anything.

But my thoughts haven’t changed.

Jack Valantier.

He tried to give him his own neck.

I wanted to give him the will to reform the world.

However, he was not a child, he was a sharp sword that was already complete.

Honestly, I’m still in a daze.

Although she didn’t show it, every moment she spoke to Jack Valantier, Gray Theron felt a sense of intimidation.

Perhaps, it was from that time that I started talking nonsense, claiming that I had some kind of ridiculous illness called acquired informality syndrome.

Every word was filled with power, and even if he just sat still, he could see everything through.

‘Truly… … extraordinary.’

No, to say it was extraordinary was an understatement.

Should I say it’s perfect?

Gray Cerberus once saw Emperor Tulcan from a distance.

And I have personally met with Magyar Teslan, and have also seen kings of other countries.

But I can say for sure.

No one showed as much intimidation as Jack Valantier.

I thought about it that way and eventually realized it.

Jack Valantier.

he is.

‘He is a man with the qualities of a king, no, an emperor.’

There is no other way to explain it.

Putting aside the strange growth process that allowed him to use the powers and black magic he possessed.

That atmosphere.

The atmosphere he was giving off was definitely not something that was easily created.

It is the instinct of a commander who commanded over a hundred thousand soldiers.

Gray stopped dead in his tracks.

Then, all the instructors, including Michael, a former commander of the 517th Special Forces Battalion, stopped in their tracks.

Dean Gray slowly turned his head and took in the small-looking villa.

‘Freedom… … What an ambiguous word.’

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Given the current state of affairs in the kingdom, there was little that Gray Cerberus could do.

He is a former commander-in-chief, but has no supporters.

Because I’ve been at odds with the nobles for a long time.

It is true that becoming the Dean of the Academy was a demotion.

A ‘Marquis’ with a title is serving as Dean of the Academy?

That’s ridiculous.

Even the Chancellor Rommel had long since formally stepped down from his position as Duke, and the other heads of the departments under him only had honorary titles, with Gray Theron being the only one with an original title.

That makes sense.

In fact, no matter how you package them, ordinary soldiers are ultimately in charge of securing the retreat route of mana users or scouting the enemy’s positions in a wartime situation, and they are the ones who even have to give up their lives for mana users.

To put it simply, it’s like a meat shield.

Gray Cierran, who treated such a meat shield as if it were his own child, was naturally regarded as a mutant by the nobles and it was natural that he was ostracized.

‘If you go under him… … .’

It was a thought that occurred to me without thinking.

Dean Gray didn’t let that thought go.

Should I say that it looks like a new rope?

‘His determination to reform the Academy, if it were to target the whole world… … .’

I was a little curious.

How far can he go?

“Dean. Are you okay?”

Gray did not answer Michael’s question, but slowly looked around.

quiet.

There are over 20 people who have to be killed once they enter the academy.

We’ve been eating from the same pot at the academy, but that’s a separate thing.

They are worms that are of no use to the world, and they are like leeches that suck the blood of countless talented people in the Academy.

Must, must be killed.

This kind of atmosphere is not right.

“Why is everyone making that face?”

Everyone’s attention is focused on Dean Gray’s words.

Still a heavy atmosphere.

“Michael, how are you feeling right now?”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“Gala dinner?”

“I’m so shocked.”

“Shunua?”

“… … I’m confused.”

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Dean Gray slowly made eye contact with the rest of the instructors.

Company commander, battalion commander.

These are people who rose to their positions solely through their abilities, but were demoted or lost their positions due to pressure from those behind them.

They had nowhere to go, so they gathered together in one place.

The meaning is united, the will is united.

Dean Gray slowly gathered his energy.

“If you sweat, you can save blood.”

In an instant, nine circles rotate, and the dust around Dean Gray rises into the sky.

“If you bleed, you can save lives.”

Gray’s eyes scan the surroundings.

“But if you use your head, you can save both blood and life.”

The professors clenched their fists tightly.

“The Academy is where everything begins, and where the future is created. Even if our intentions fail, the Academy can still bring about change.”

The atmosphere was still heavy, but it was different from the heaviness before.

Soldiers going into battle.

The weight that would be shown by those who are determined to protect something.

Its weight weighs down the surroundings.

“That wind will save countless lives and support the land where countless lives can live. Even if many thoughts are tangled in your mind, put them aside for now. For now, think of only one thing.”

Everyone’s eyes are gleaming.

“It was Jack Valantie who started first, not us. Strictly speaking, what we do will be nothing more or less than helping him. But this much is certain. We are now at the center of change.”

In the midst of the heightened atmosphere, Dean Gray made his final remarks.

“Let’s go. To create the future.”

“insect!”

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