I Became a Lord in t Chapter 125 : Chapter 125

Chapter : 125

"I am sorry. I thought this was a place with no one around, so I entered rudely."

"Not at all. It is not mine anyway, Madam. The terrace belongs to everyone attending the banquet."

I answered with a bitter smile. The woman smiled with a coy yet mischievous expression.

"Hmm...? Then I suppose I can co in?"

"......?"

I was taken aback by her unexpected words.

Well, coming in was her freedom, but... people usually do not try to stay in the sa space with a complete stranger of the opposite sex out of the blue, do they?

However, the woman did not care and strode over to lean against the terrace railing next to .

'Ha... She is bold.'

Even if the Elang Kingdom had a sowhat free-spirited culture within the banquet hall, this was a type of woman rarely seen.

To think she would be this unconcerned. Then, looking at the woman's face, I tilted my head at a sense of familiarity.

'Have I seen her sowhere? Why does she look so familiar?'

If I rembered her, it ant she was a character I would have seen once when playing [Pangea Universalise]. However, nothing specific ca to mind.

"Why? Is sothing on my face?"

"Ah-! No. Excuse , Madam. I apologize. I ended up staring because you seed like soone I had seen before."

"That is too cliché for a pickup line, isn't it?"

"Oh my. It is a misunderstanding, Madam. Well... if you do not believe , there is nothing I can do, but anyway, excuse . Have a good ti."

I spoke and tried to leave the terrace. But at that mont, the woman casually threw a word out.

"It is Marie."

"Yes?"

"I said it is Marie. Not Madam. I have not even married yet."

"Ah...?"

"To turn an unmarried maiden into a married woman... Aren't you being too mischievous?"

"Kuh, khem. I had no such intention."

Flustered, I waved my hand and spoke. The woman who called herself Marie approached right up to my chin and looked at

with half-closed eyes.

"Hmmmmm...."

"W-What is it?"

"Not bad. This is a passing grade."

"?"

What did that an?

Why was she suddenly talking about a passing grade?

Indeed, won were difficult to understand, whether in reality or in the world of [Pangea Universalise].

"Your face is too close, Marie."

Before I knew it, the tips of our noses were almost touching. Marie's two eyes were smiling as she looked at .

"Why? This is a banquet hall. In our stifling and repressed lives, isn't a deviation of this magnitude just like a passing breeze?"

Saying that, Marie glanced to the side.

On other terraces, court romances were already unfolding. In [Pangea Universalise], free-spirited behavior in banquet halls was a culture permitted to so extent. It was like that in the actual Middle Ages too.

Of course.

"We are eting for the first ti right now, are we not?"

I did not think that way, though. Since I was playing a survival ga imrsed in this [Pangea Universalise] world, there was no way I could have such soft sentints.

"And while you are beautiful, I am not a person whose heart is swayed by beauty alone. I consider relationships between people more important."

I looked at Marie and spoke in a calm tone.

At that, Marie smirked and stepped back slightly as if the fun was spoiled.

"You are a boring man."

Leaning against the terrace railing again, Marie shook her luscious hair. Her beautiful golden hair sparkled like gold under the lighting.

"Valuing relationships... That sounds like sothing church clergy would say? But that makes it sowhat unique."

Then Marie laughed, "Kya-reuk."

"What is your na? If you have heard a lady's na, isn't it etiquette to tell yours as well?"

'Oh my.'

Who was the one shooting words without giving

ti to speak! She was quite a self-centered tomboy of a lady.

"It is Johan."

"Heh-heung. Johan... You have the sa na as the much-talked-about Margrave of Bellua?"

"It is a common na. St. John is a very popular figure, after all."

To the question that ca in sharply, I shrugged and answered nonchalantly.

"Well, that is true. Sir Johan."

Marie nodded at my words.

"Still, since you share the na with the Margrave of Bellua... I would like to hear Sir Johan's opinion as well."

"......?"

"It is nothing special. Rumors are widespread these days, aren't they? Even now, the biggest topic of interest in the banquet hall is the story of the marriage between the King's daughter and the Margrave of Bellua."

"Ah... You an that."

"Yes, what does Sir Johan think of this marriage?"

Marie looked at

with sparkling eyes. Within her mischievous pupils, a quite calm seriousness was visible. Looking into Marie's eyes, I slowly opened my mouth.

"The marriage... It is highly likely that it will not happen."

"Why? Is the King's proposal not attractive? Being united with a noble bloodline is a great honor. On top of that, he would be gaining a beautiful and young princess."

Well, one could think like that woman.

Connecting with a noble bloodline.

Conversely, this ant sothing similar to opening up possibilities as a new royal family mber.

If the lineage of the Elang Kingdom's royal family were to be cut off, the opportunity could eventually co around to

as well.

Of course, to do that, I would have to beat nurous families who had married in before .

"Things like that are not important to the Margrave of Bellua."

"Then what is?"

"If you look at the things the Margrave of Bellua has done so far, he will not bother to move on a board set by others. Hasn't that Margrave always acted according to the beliefs he thought were right?"

"Hmm... A board set by others... So you an he will choose and judge for himself?"

"That is correct. Lady Marie."

I nodded and answered.

"Ah, and there is another reason. This ti, it might not be an issue with the Margrave of Bellua."

"Another reason other than the Margrave?"

"Yes, Lady Marie. I heard that Princess Maceania is truly... free-spirited, is she not? Like a foal with a horn on its rump."

"...I heard she is free-spirited, but not that lacking in formality."

Marie answered while slightly furrowing her fine forehead. At her reaction, I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, let's say that is so. But isn't it true that she will not follow obediently? Since she inherited the spirit of the free Aquitaine region."

"I suppose that is true. But why does that matter?"

"If she does not like it, wouldn't she run away saying she hates the marriage?"

I wasn't just saying this for no reason.

Actually, when playing as the King of the Elang Kingdom in [Pangea Universalise], this was an event that popped up occasionally.

The Princess's Great Escape commotion the day before the wedding!

This was a terrible, malicious event that sotis caused a major falling out with the faction intended for the marriage alliance.

"...That is quite an interesting story. Sir. Jo. Han."

'Hmm?'

It felt like she was emphasizing each word... Was it my imagination?

Still, as the atmosphere turned strangely chilly, I gave a dry cough and stepped back slightly.

I was thinking of leaving the terrace now. Since I had been away for quite a long ti, it was highly likely that my vassals were anxiously looking for .

However, it was Marie, not , who made the first move.

"Oh my, my servant has arrived. It is ti to part ways. It was short but... an interesting encounter. Sir Johan."

"Please go back safely. Lady Marie."

The terrace door opened, and Marie's servant had co to find her. Marie headed slowly out of the terrace, guided by the servant.

Then she held the terrace door for a mont.

"Ah! No."

"?"

"Are you the Margrave of Bellua?"

"???"

"I hope I can see you again later. Truly."

Leaving those words behind, she disappeared.

* * *

"BAAAA! Lord. Where on earth did you go. Baaa."

"Shouldn't you say your piece and step aside? Do you know how much everyone searched?"

"Ah, I am sorry. Magician Agpiel. I was resting on the terrace and ended up eting a strange woman..."

"MAA?"

"Hmm?"

At that mont, the two who transcended species looked at

simultaneously. Their eyes were clearly full of... irreverent and sowhat lewd intent.

"BAAA-HE-HE. Right. Our Lord was a man too. BAAAA."

"Ho ho ho. I thought you were a quiet cat. Turns out you are more vigorous than anyone."

"...It is not like that. We just talked."

What kind of misunderstanding was this?

My head throbbed for a mont.

But there was no way my words would work.

"Uh-huh-huh. Right, you must have just talked. I believe you. I believe. Isn't that right? Bishop Marco."

"BAAA-HE-HE-HE. Correct. Our Magician old man. For the first ti, our minds match. BAAAA."

"Groan..."

Better to die than to suffer.

Since when did those two hit it off so well?

I shook my head from side to side and turned toward the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was in full swing. Everyone's faces were reddish from drinking heavily, and their voices were raised as if they were all in high spirits.

Sowhere, soone shouted 'Duel!' causing a commotion, and in another corner, clowns were performing exciting tricks. I wondered what kind of chaos this was, but the people were rather clapping and cheering as if it were fun.

Indeed... It was the fantastic grand banquet of [Pangea Universalise].

"You were here."

At that mont, people parted to the left and right, and a man appeared.

It was the host of this grand banquet, the Duke of Bourgogne. The Duke of Bourgogne, accompanied by his married first son Charles and second son Lord Gertman, had an expression that was slightly not good for so reason.

"Did you look for ? Your Excellency the Duke."

"I did. There is soone who insisted on seeing you. I could not refuse. Since her status is quite high."

Even while speaking, the Duke of Bourgogne's mood was still not good. Rather, he seed slightly displeased.

"Well, if you do not wish it, I have no intention of eting them necessarily. Your Excellency the Duke. I do not know who that person is, but on this good day, surely they are not more important than my friendship with Your Excellency."

"Ha ha ha."

Only then did the Duke of Bourgogne laugh heartily as if his mood had lifted.

Beside him, Magician Agpiel had a look of astonishnt on his face, wondering what kind of dazzling tongue-lashing this was.

I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Well, that could be the case. I have my dignity too. Still, since you care for

this much... I feel good."

Saying that, the Duke of Bourgogne gestured to the back.

Attendants moved busily, and a buzzing sound was heard from the rear for a mont. I wondered if it was the appearance of a noble with quite formidable authority.

But then...

"Princess Maceania has co in person. I could not bear to send her away. Here, Princess. This friend is the Bellua Margrave."

"......?"

The woman appearing from behind.

She was soone extrely familiar. Wasn't she Marie, whom I t on the terrace just a mont ago?

"Nice to et you. Margrave of Bellua. I am Princess Maceania. You may comfortably call

Princess Marie."

"I-I am also pleased to et you. Princess Marie."

Cold sweat broke out on my back for a mont.

I didn't... make a slip of the tongue earlier, did I?