The Sub-Protagonist Is Retiring

49 – 048. Bern Kulam-1

In a raging snowstorm.

In a place where the world was full of white, black shadows were constantly moving.

The shadows of one human and dozens of wolves struggled fiercely in one place.

After a series of time passed, the terrible blizzard calmed down, revealing what lies beyond.

“Whoa… … .”

A man in black stood tall alone in the center of the splattered blood and corpses of horned wolves.

His name is Bern Kulam.

Ten years ago, he was one of the heroes who defeated the demon king along with the hero, and he was a Marquis who voluntarily defended the northern front.

“Count, the work of clearing the monsters in Area 2 has been completed.”

“What about the wounded?”

“Eight minor injuries. middle third. death is… … I have one.”

“Who is the deceased?”

“I’m Roman.”

“… … You lost someone dear to you. The funeral will be held by the head of state. Bring the remains of Roman along with a huge reward to the bereaved family, and be sure to show respect.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Vern exhaled hot breath with his sword on the snowy field.

I could feel lamentation and sadness from his back as he let out a long breath.

There were people in the world who said that enlisted soldiers were nothing but consumables for nobles.

But to Bern, each and every soldier was a precious life and a comrade he wanted to protect.

However, it was not possible to deal with more than a few thousand monsters alone unless it was an absolute being.

‘How much more precious do I have to watch the deaths… … .’

pop. pop.

The blood that flowed from Vern’s hand rode the sword and stained the snow field red.

It wasn’t a wound from a fight with demons.

The trembling fingernails dug into his skin, causing blood to ooze out.

Even though he had fought hundreds of life-and-death battles, Bern was never used to the death of a person.

However, he couldn’t show his weak side as a conductor, so he brooded over his sadness with his eyes closed.

“Count, the blizzard will get worse soon. Please die now.”

“I don’t, sorry for worrying you.”

“hahahaha! No, the Count is the pride and treasure of Bliston. In the unlikely event that the count’s body ever gets into trouble, I’ll be kicked out of the house.”

“What a funny joke. What family in the world would throw out the head of the family?”

“no. My family likes Bern so madly that they are really kicked out.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Bern scratched his cheek at the aide who spoke with a serious expression.

“So I would appreciate it if you could return to your camp quickly so I wouldn’t be kicked out.”

“Okay.”

Bern turned away with a bitter smile.

The aide was looking at his back with a confused mind.

‘A foolishly honest person. I feel deep sadness from that back. How can you suffer heartache by yourself… … .”

As an aide, there was no way to know what path Bern had taken.

Even so, I was able to say as much as this one.

All the residents of Bliston know that he has an unspeakable wound in his heart.

Waiting for Bern to openly tell people about his pain someday, the aide followed him today as well.

***

Kulam mansion in Bliston.

It was a mansion built by the residents of Bliston for Bern, who did their best for the safety of the people and the country, and the scale was grand.

At first, Bern, who found this burdensome, refused.

It was accepted only reluctantly due to the stubborn stubbornness of his wife, Sherine.

Since then, Bern has gone to the front and devoted himself more and more to the people.

The residents of Bliston voluntarily took on the management of the mansion.

“Count, you worked hard on the expedition.”

“You must have had a hard time managing this mansion while I was away.”

“It was easy to manage thanks to the hard work of the other maids and servants. If you appreciate the hard work, it would be better to do it to others rather than to an old lady like me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go and do it separately for them.”

“I don’t know what to do with the Count’s benevolence.”

Seeing the old butler’s gesture of bowing in gratitude, Vern waved his hand, telling him to get up quickly.

Even though several years had passed since he became a count, Bern could not abandon his polite attitude towards his subordinates.

“And Count, there is something I would like to report about Master Lewen and the madam.”

“Has something been wrong with you two?”

“Yes, none other than Master Lewen fought with the madam again.”

“This time too… … .”

“Boss Lewen stumbled and stumbled over the mistress’ spending too much. It wasn’t until the two of them argued for about half an hour that they calmed down.”

An old butler’s intonation that makes you feel tired.

It was natural to imagine him sweating for 30 minutes.

Bern tapped him on the shoulder as if he had done a lot of work.

“Leave the rest to me. Let me take care of the two of you.”

“sorry. Even though I couldn’t help, I made the noble Count shoulder the burden.”

“Don’t take it to heart. The two of you are out of your jurisdiction.”

Bern smiled kindly and took off his coat and handed it to the old butler.

In response to his intention to make only the butler’s work, the old butler bowed his head and politely accepted the coat.

When you want to calm the situation like that.

There were footsteps approaching quickly towards Bern from afar.

“brother… No, Count!”

“Lewen… … .”

“I want to have a private meeting with the Count!”

“okay.”

Vern brought Lewen, who had come looking for him, into his office.

After biting off all the servants saying there was something they wanted to say, the two started a full-scale conversation.

“So what do you want to say?”

“How long are you going to live with that woman?”

“If it’s about Sherine’s spending, just let it go… … .”

“Do you think this is just a waste of money? I’m asking you why you’re living with a girl who doesn’t even like you!”

“… … .”

Turong-!

Lewen hit the desk hard with her palm.

He began pouring out words as if pleading.

“You know my brother too? That your wife’s heart is headed for someone other than your brother! Why are you neglecting a woman like that when you know it!”

“Sherin gave up her love for me and sacrificed that one body.”

“You love sacrifice! It wasn’t a sacrifice, it was because the king threw it away like a dog. You must have chosen your older brother as the next best thing!”

“Watch your mouth. If it hadn’t been for me, you would have been taken for blasphemy long ago.”

Despite the calm Vern’s warning, Lewen just snorted.

“Tell me to kill you. I don’t care if I die anytime in the yard where there is no blood relationship anyway… … .”

“Lewen!”

Vern cuts off Lewen’s words and yells at him.

There was a tinge of grief in his voice.

“Please don’t say that in front of me… ! If even you leave before me, I will not have the face to see Rin when I die.”

“… … If my sister was so precious, why didn’t she treat her well when she was alive?”

“At that time, I was Rin… … .”

“Stop that damn thing! Do you think it will be different from then and now? Hyung hates to lose others and still does! That’s why I always bear my wounds alone and suffer alone. But do you know that’s a stupid idea?”

“Lewen.”

“If my brother had been more open to others, my sister might not have died… !”

Kwak-!

Lewen clenched his molars.

As long as I couldn’t do anything for Rin while I was alive, and couldn’t even watch her die.

At least he was working hard for his sister’s precious person, but it was frustrating because they didn’t recognize him.

“… … If you want to resent me for not being able to protect Rin, you are free to do so.”

“I know that nothing will change even if I blame my brother for the past. But why does the older brother not change after going through my sister’s death? Why are you still not opening your heart to others!”

“… … .”

“My older sister was sacrificed because of my older brother’s mistake! Then you don’t have to figure out what’s wrong and fix it! But what is this now? You still drive yourself in and refuse to lend a helping hand!”

Get rid of the wife who doesn’t even love her husband.

find true happiness

Don’t drive yourself into it.

From nob le mt l. co m

No matter how sincere advice I gave, Bern would not listen.

Even though he himself knew that something was wrong, he was honest and closed the door to his heart.

Even though it resulted in Rin’s death in the past.

The fact that his sister’s sacrifice had thus become worthless angered Lewen.

“It is all my work. I can’t have someone else shoulder it.”

“Don’t f*ck!”

Clink-!

Unable to overcome his anger, Lewen threw the teacup away.

The broken pieces grazed Vern’s cheeks, causing them to bleed.

“My older brother has steadfastly contributed to the peace of mankind, despite taking all kinds of insults. But why is it that only the older brother suffers every time, and the older brother has to carry everything?”

“Because I have sins that cannot be washed away.”

“That sin was something someone had to do, right? If you don’t, it’s because a bigger disaster will come, right? It was a legitimate thing, but why is he trying to shoulder it alone!”

“that… … I cannot tell you.”

“… … f*ck!”

Rewen couldn’t stand it and left the room at Vern’s stubborn attitude until the end.

Bern’s office, where nothing but silence remains.

In that space, Vern took out the handkerchief he had received from Rin before he died.

A handkerchief that was as white as snow in the north, but was stained with blood in places.

Looking at this, Vern was reflecting on Rin’s last will.

‘sorry… … .’