Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

But the reality was different.

[It’s Glacier Beast Scadia.]

His cold voice and his father’s gaze toward others were still the same. I just didn’t throw direct words like before.

[Have you ever told anyone about this?]

[No, no……]

[Good job. For the time being, let’s do what only you and I know.] It

‘s not a request or something like that, it’s a notice.

[Yes, yes……]

Misha didn’t say anything and just nodded.

That’s because there was something stabbed.

She didn’t make a contract in the normal way. Using a mysterious ring called the Ring of the Frost Spirit, the contract was successfully signed.

If my father knew this…

‘This kind of treatment would be natural.’

Of course, I didn’t have the courage to ask this.

For her, her father was the one she feared more than anything else.

So when his father asked if he would ever bring the barbarian back to the mansion, he said he would.

Well, I didn’t say a word to Bjorn.

‘Yes, this is a problem that I have to overcome alone.’

Haven’t you already received a grace that is difficult to repay?

It shouldn’t be a burden anymore.

I tried to rationalize it that way, but there was a separate true heart hidden deep inside.

‘I don’t want to get caught.’

I didn’t want to disclose my situation.

Hikurod Dwalki Rotmiller…

I wanted to appear to be all right to Bjorn even if they all found out.

So, I visited the house often.

[I have to go now. I have to stop by my parents’ house for a while today.]

I worked hard.

The gaze of the brothers asking why they visit so often, the contemptuous gaze of the servants, and the lonely air as if they were left alone at dinner on a remote island.

face to face

‘I can’t run away anymore.’

Because I learned from Bjorn.

That you can’t get anything out of running away.

One month, two months, three months passed like that.

[Is he still there?]

Father’s urging to bring Bjorn intensified. He pretended to be reluctant, but my father seemed to already know that it was a lie.

If you look at the conditions like this.

[Please bring it within this month. Then I will reconsider the treatment of you. Do you understand?]

In simple terms, it means that he will inform the family that he signed a contract with the number of souls and treat him as a proper child.

I couldn’t understand why she wanted to meet Bjorn like this.

However, Misha decided to invite Bjorn.

It felt like he was using him, but…

‘Because I just have to do better and pay him back.’

I thought that if I did well, I would be able to be proud of Bjorn in the future. Also, there was a calculation that if he got the support of the Carlstein family, it would help his progress.

[Good.]

[……What? Really? Really? and! Don’t you have anything to say?]

[All right, what time can I go tomorrow?]

Contrary to his worries, Bjorn readily agreed.

Even a happy heart quickly became anxious for a moment.

If you go to the mansion, you won’t be able to hide it anymore.

what about that

It was clear that if Bjorn went on a rampage there, it would get out of hand.

But…

‘……Excessive self-consciousness! overabundance!’

Misha erased her anxiety with a smile.

Yes, Bjorn is a warrior who becomes colder than anyone else when he is hot and cold.

A holy place for other tribes.

He wouldn’t do such a thing in the middle of a pureblood family.

Isn’t it a relationship that is connected by blood like a family?

There was no way he would choose to lose Chuck with the Carlstein family at the cost of that much.

‘Yeah, that’s nonsense. What am I…’

Misha organized her thoughts.

After admitting it for some reason, a corner of my heart felt cold, but dreams and reality are completely different.

Now she knows it too.

“Behel—laaaaaaa!!”

The tail stiffened at the sound of ferocious shouts that made the ears hurt.

It was natural.

The servant seemed to want to know what the situation was, but…

She knew, having been close to him.

“You must have a problem with your head.”

That means I’m going to break your head!

***

“Mi crazy! Ha, don’t! Why are you doing this all of a sudden!”

Misha is startled, grabs my forearm, and turns her head around as she scans the surroundings. It looks like he’s checking to see if anyone else heard this commotion.

Seeing that, I felt sorry for myself.

‘It’s like seeing me in elementary school.’

concessions and consideration. Erasing oneself by prioritizing the feelings of others.

At one time, I also thought that was normal.

But…

“Why? I just wanted to!”

“What are you talking about?!”

I said as I removed Mischa’s arm that started the game.

“Misha, sometimes you can do whatever you want.”

“Yes……?”

“Why are you patient? Even if you endure it, in the end it’s all good things for others.”

“I’m not a stranger, I’m a family…”

What is a family?

Now that I see it, I can call myself a guy, not a stranger.

I asked again.

“So is that family more important than your life?”

Misha kept her mouth shut.

Hey, I guess I know it in my head.

What was the source of the effort of periodically stopping by the family, longing for a harmonious family?

“…….”

It’s all just regret.

Even if you have it, it is of no use to anyone.

An emotion that is no different from the crystallization of inefficiency.

“Answer me. If yes, I will stop here.”

I checked the doctor one last time and Misha didn’t say anything.

That was the answer for me.

“From now on, just watch. You won’t have to worry about anything.”

“Ha, but if you hurt him—”

Yes, there’s going to be an uproar.

The fine is not the issue, but he will have to face the wrath of the head of the Karlstein family, who is presumed to value honor.

But…

“Misha Karlstein, when have I ever said something I couldn’t keep?”

“……None.”

“Yes, so trust me.”

I didn’t just do it without thinking.

The ignorant barbarian mode shines when it turns on and off while monitoring the situation.

Turbuck.

Leaving Misha behind, I took a step forward.

The employee was still arrogant.

thus.

“What the hell were the two of you talking about? No matter how rude you may have been—” He

grabs the guy by the neck and lifts him up.

“Aren’t you rude?”

“Keok kuk kuk kuk!”

“For being a servant of the Carlstein family, you dare not even know the master and behave arrogantly.”

“That’s…!”

The guy looked distressed.

He also had eyes in disbelief.

Well, I guess this is a dream.

Would you have imagined that this is not a dark back alley, and that something like this would happen in front of the mansion gate in broad daylight?

“Let go of the oars… kuck!”

Is it because he lacks imagination?

“If you do this…”

If you do this, you’ll be in big trouble?

food.

If you know that, don’t do this.

If it did, it would be more correct to see it as meaning that everyone had thoughts.

But you don’t even know this simple reason.

“You also have a problem with your head.”

Clench your fists tightly and apply moderate force.

If you kill him, even the country of Amman will be put in a difficult situation to handle.

“Don’t worry. In most cases, a hit will fix it.”

“Ugh!!”

I grabbed the guy who was trying to say something by the neck, made him quiet, and gently rubbed the right part to hit.

Then, as if letting go of a honey chestnut, he struck only with the power of his wrist.

Poo-!

The guy who passed out with only one blow, weakening his body.

I checked the wound while holding my neck as if looking at an object.

Blood flowed down from his crushed nose, but…

at least this should serve as an example in the future.

“……What are you thinking now? If my father knew, he would never stay still.”

Misha, who had been watching with an almost resigned expression, asked about her future plans. I was told to believe it, so I stayed still, but I didn’t feel comfortable.

“If you watch, you will know.”

I lifted the stunned one with one hand and headed towards the entrance of the mansion. As I passed by the garden, I saw the servants around me.

People mowing the lawn or carrying luggage somewhere.

“……Heeik! Hurry up and tell Beros-nim!”

Eyes are focused, and some of them head inside the mansion as if they were running away.

I followed them through the open door.

And…

“Stop it, Barbarian.”

Besieged by dozens of prisoners.

Combat personnel armed with the whole body and possessing ferocious spirit. As soon as I stopped, the boss who seemed to be the captain opened his mouth.

In a tone as if giving an order.

“Misha Karlstein-sama, can you explain what happened to this? Who is that barbarian and why is Brante, who should be guarding the main gate, in such a state?”

His name was Brante.

“Uh, that’s…”

“Misha, no need to explain.”

I tossed Brante, who had no use for it, among them. And at the same time as the guys were surprised and accepted him.

“What the hell are you guys doing!!”

He shouted so loud that the mansion rang.

The prisoners all had blank eyes.

What kind of situation is this? Should I say that it feels like my head can’t keep up?

“I came here at the invitation of your head of household. But this guy insulted me, calling me an incompetent barbarian!”

Misha tilted her head at my ensuing cry.

And it was so low that only I could hear it.

“Did you say that?”

He also tends to pay attention to the smallest things.

It’s enough if you insist that you don’t remember because you hit the head on purpose.

“Don’t lie! There’s no way Brante would do something like that.”

For a moment, I was taken aback by my cry.

Kakppakgi refuted as if it were nonsense.

To me, it was like digging my own grave.

Ignorant barbarians are immune to logic attacks.

“Are you insulting me too by lying?”

As soon as I took a step with the momentum to attack at once, Pokppagi stepped back.

I don’t think it’s because I’m afraid of battle.

Maybe it’s because I’m the guest of the household.

“What the hell is this all about!”

While the prisoners were at a loss for what to do, a man jumped down from the second floor connected to the central staircase.

It was a face I remember.

Misha’s older brother whom I met on the 3rd floor the other day.

So the name……

I can’t remember. No, did you hear it in the first place?

I decided to leave the trivial things behind and focus on the moment.

“I never thought you were the guest my father was calling.”

“Long time no see.”

“Goodbye, so what’s going on?”

My older brother narrows his eyes and glares at me.

“If you can’t explain it properly, even you won’t be able to return safely.”

It’s a brutal look.

Last time I saved your life.

‘Anyway, he’s a bastard I don’t like.’

I repeated the same thing I had been insulted by Brante the gatekeeper before, and then added another story.

“If it were just me, I would have endured it. But what the hell is this crazy bastard? How dare you insult even Misha when you’re attached to the family?”

Pointing at the fainting Brante and shouting, wrinkles were clearly drawn on his brother’s forehead.

“I told you to refrain from visiting outsiders.”

It was a bit of an odd reaction.

It was a hasty talk, but are you just saying that?

Damn, it’s worse than I thought.

It must have been something that happened every day.

I said, not hiding the rising disgust.

“Then you all know and yet you were conniving at this?”

“It’s a matter inside the family. There’s no reason to explain it to you. And now, you guys, go to your seats.”

“Yes, Taylor.”

Soon, my brother dropped the guard and turned his head to stare at me again.

“Bjorn Yandel, it’s clear that this was a mistake on our part, so we won’t make it an issue.”

“and?”

“…If it’s true that this person insulted you, I’ll give you an appropriate punishment. So be content with this.”

“Satisfied…”

I blurted out my words and smiled.

Give a spoiled bastard a true education.

Furthermore, to imprint in front of many people that I am a formidable person.

Originally, this was my plan.

But…

‘I guess I’ll have to go with plan B.’

I smiled and approached my brother.

“Do you have a problem with your head too?”

Plans always change.