< Episode 9. opportunity rolled in. >

Episode 9. opportunity presented itself.

smart clever

Pelas turned to face Havertz.

With eyes questioning whether there is anything else to call.

Havertz, on the other hand, was utterly oblivious.

Outside, Pelas groaned and yelled.

"Who exactly is this?"

"Huge guy. My name is Hans."

Pelas cocked his head to look at Havertz.

That meant I had no idea who Hans was.

Havertz recognised Pelas' stare immediately away.

I provided some context.

"I am the Count's direct butler and the DiMeo family's general butler."

"Really? Hmm. We can't just kick them out then."

"I'd rather you didn't do it."

Pelas nodded and exclaimed.

"Please come in."

"yes."

profit.

Hans emerged when the door slowly opened.

Havertz bent deeply as she stared at him.

It was similar to being courteous to the butler.

Hans replied with a brief nod of his head.

He appeared to be older than Havertz, but the energy and elegance that Hans exuded made it impossible to perceive him at all.

Pelas was the same, despite his superiority.

I'm not sure what it is, but it seems like someone strong is in front of me.

'It's similar to the stress I feel when I'm in front of Leonil...'

Leonil is a monster that evolves into one after being born as one, although it was surprising that the general butler was also one.

Yet, it is a figure that does not even appear in the game.

Pelas was the first to understand that this planet must be full with concealed creatures.

And he was the first to suspect that there could be more to be concerned about than Leonil.

Pellas, of course, attempted to be as cool as possible, speaking softly and without emotion on his face.

"What's the problem?"

"The Count is on the lookout for you."

This was yet another unexpected circumstance.

Pelas remembered seeing Count Egor face to face three months earlier, when he was a fool.

We faced each other at the moment because we were having a good time doing wild things and breaking up with enthusiasm.

He was then Count Egor, whom he had never seen before.

That's why he phoned so unexpectedly.

It was difficult to say no.

Because Count Egor was the ruler in this palace.

Pelas couldn't stop himself from nodding.

"Okay. I'll see you shortly."

"Yes. Huge guy. Then I'll give it to the Count."

Hans then lowers his head and walks away.

Pelas internally stroked his chest.

We just met for a few minutes, yet it seemed like we were nude in front of a tiger.

Glancing back at Havertz, he was also tense.

He was always comforting, but Hans was an exception.

Pelas retired to bed.

Then he pulled out the appel he'd stashed under the bed.

"Habertz. Because you won't be using it for a while, put it back now."

"That's fine."

It would be disastrous if Count Egor discovered that he had covertly brought Apel out.

Havertz recognised the significance of the words and exited the room with a sword.

* * *

The research of Count Egor.

Count Egor sipped his drink and asked Hans.

"Did you invite him to Pelas?"

"Yeah, count it."

"Do you have any information on the three people that walked out of my mansion on their own this morning?"

"This is currently being worked on. Two of the three were well-known robbers. Gren and Nelson. Famous brother robbers."

"How about the other?"

"Leonil is his name. The issue is with this individual... He is not well-known. There is no definite evidence other than the fact that he is from the East."

"You must be implying that there is insufficient information."

It was Count Egor, who was astute and never missed a beat.

Hans stopped for a moment before carefully opened his mouth.

"It's only whispers, but there's a legend that he beat three knights in the East by himself."

Count Egor's eyes widened at those words.

"Two knights?"

"Yes. I attempted to postpone the report since it appeared to be a rumour."

"You also appear youthful... I mean, it's not your typical wager."

"If the reports are genuine, I believe they should be. Also, there is a legend that the knights are also Count Macellan's knights, not baboons."

"Makellan...If that guy is a man, even if he has a bad attitude, the knights under his leadership will be useful."

Count Egor, dubbed the Silver Lion, was one of the greatest knights in the realm during his peak.

That was not an easy term to state that it was out of the ordinary coming from Count Egor's tongue.

To the point that Count Markellan would have shrugged if he had heard it himself.

Count Egor's countenance shifted somewhat when he realised what was going on.

"There is, however, some fascinating news. According to reports, the one-on-one struggle with Leonil and the deadly blow were all because he was a large guy."

"You claimed the youngster with that degree of competence, Fellas himself, captured and released them alive?"

"That's correct."

"Hmm. It's difficult for me to believe. Listening to that man's circumstances, Markallan, would be the most accurate thing to do. Even if you ask him with pride, Markalan's kid will simply say no."

"Yes. That's why the fact-checking is a touch behind schedule."

"How can a young beast of that size associate with thieves?"

"We've started looking into the background, so it won't be long."

"What about Havertz?

"In fact, Havertz said that he couldn't even move due of the large boy."

"What are you on about?"

"The huge boy appears to have a memory impairment. His recollections of the past have become hazy since he awoke from his coma."

Count Egor's penetrating gaze was directed towards Hans.

"How come you didn't report that sooner?"

"I apologise, Count."

Count Egor received the most responses of any report.

Indeed, Count Egor was unconcerned with minor criminals and unknown persons beating up three knights.

To him, it wasn't such a huge issue.

Pelas' performance was similarly met with mixed reactions.

His son's memories, on the other hand, was a different story.

He sighed deeply and squeezed his temples firmly.

That was something I did whenever I had a headache.

"so?"

"They claim he's gradually regaining his memory."

"Bastardly bastard. Whoa..."

A sigh of discontent and concern.

Count Egor, formerly described as cold-blooded, was now an irresistible parent.

I couldn't show it since I had to maintain my dignity in the face of countless checks from other nobility, but saying I didn't care would be a lie.

What if this became public?

It simply provided me with an excuse to bite.

He was in good health.

Count Egor, on the other hand, did not want his sons involved in politics.

Hans was aware of his goals and continued.

"I will carefully enforce it to prevent it from leaking outside."

"Yeah. You must pay close attention."

"I'll make sure you don't have to be concerned."

By the time their chat is finished.

Outside, a servant's voice could be heard.

"Count, Pellas would want to see you."

Count Egor shifted his attention away from Hans and spoke softly.

"Come on over."

* * *

Pelas in front of Count Egor's office.

And Havertz was standing behind him.

Pelas was uncomfortably standing there.

Count Egor's memories has returned with Opel.

Count Egor, on the other hand, felt like someone Pelas was meeting for the first time.

I knew the facts ahead of time, yet it feels like we're meeting for the first time.

As a result, I couldn't help but be worried.

At the very least, Havertz consoled and strengthened Felas.

He may not have dared to enter if Havertz hadn't stood solidly next to him.

Havertz talked to the attendant while Pelas took a deep breath and nodded.

"Inform me that the big boy has arrived."

The attendant nodded and said loudly.

"Count. Pelas want to meet with you."

It was just a matter of time until an answer could be heard from within.

Thump, thump.

Felas could hear his own heartbeat in his ear.

Count Egor's voice sounded from outside the door before long.

"Come on over."

"yes."

Havertz took a step forward and opened the door.

He then lowered his head slightly to allow Pelas to pass.

Pelas entered, his face as expressionless as possible.

I could see Count Egor, who was sitting in the seat of honour, and Hans standing next to him inside.

Count Egor raised his chin to indicate a vacant seat after ascertaining that Pelas had arrived.

"Have you arrived?"

"yes."

"Sit down."

Hans served and set the tea in front of Pelas as he sat.

Count Egor took a drink from his teacup and tipped it.

"Did they all just give up?"

Count Egor inquired, without even glancing at him.

There was no such thing as roundabout talking as he was accustomed to.

He was discussing the major subject.

Pelas also responded without looking away.

"yes."

"Is there a reason behind this?"

"They were the ones you shouldn't go too close to."

For the first time, Count Egor returned his gaze to Pelas.

As our gazes connected, he displayed the grandeur of a lion.

"Do you dare to suggest that this Dimeo family has an opponent?"

It was, simply, going to die for Pelas, who sat across from him.

Life flew like thorns at a single phrase, making it impossible to breathe.

The momentum itself was a unique type of human person.

Egor, Count.

Pelas, on the other hand, sensed it immediately.

You should not be afraid here.

You will be bitten if you move back.

"You don't have to waste your energy on things that don't require it."

Pelas spoke such remarks while raising his teacup to calm himself.

Count Egor watched Pelas drink the tea calmly until he set the glass down.

widely.

Count Egor opened his mouth again when his teacup was replaced on the table.

"Your younger brother Ethan will be back shortly after passing the test to become the new head of home."

"..."

"If you do nothing in the meanwhile, the succession test will be terminated. Ethan will choose the next successor."

Pelas had no response.

It was not anyone's fault that he was unable to take the succession test.

Even though he was the eldest son, he lost the status of head of the home as a result of the crimes he committed.

Count Egor stated something surprising at the moment.

"I'll offer you the same opportunity. I'll give you the opportunity to lead the family."

Pelas was the first to look at Count Egor.

A little softer, more empathetic countenance than previously.

Yet, it was all about being terrified.

Yet I couldn't keep my mouth quiet in this situation.

Pelas needed to get some job done.

"I shall not take part."

Pelas spat out the words in Hangul, Hangul, and plainly with a solemn look.

The opportunity arrived in Episode 9.