Flillian, I want to live.

"Ah...ah..."

Facing Philen's questioning, Welter held his head with his hands and staggered back a few steps.

It all started when his father, Lord Alden, was scratched in the eye during a battle with the demons.

Although he is not yet an adult, Werther still unhesitatingly shoulders the responsibility of commanding the army to fight against the demons on behalf of his father.

As the eldest son in the family and the next Earl of Olden, Wilt has always been the pride of his father and a role model for his younger brother Muth.

Wilt did not disappoint people's expectations of him. With the help of his teacher and butler Gabel, the morale that was lowered due to the leader's injury was quickly restored, and the war with the demons gradually reversed the disadvantage.

Things seemed to be moving in the right direction, and a future star seemed to be rising.

But no one cared about how much pressure Wilt was under.

When his peer Shuttark was still living in a village on the edge of the Likel Canyon, Welt was already on the front line leading his army to fight against the powerful remnants of the demon clan. Not only did he have to lead the troops in participating in brutal battles, but he also had to watch his subordinates and companions continue to sacrifice in battle.

Werther was very anxious and in pain, but even so, he could not reveal his true feelings. In front of his subordinates, he had to remain calm and confident at all times, and always have an optimistic smile on his face. Only in this way could he become everyone's support and maintain morale despite the huge casualties in the battle with the demons.

Many times, Wilt would suspect that he might collapse without warning at some point like an inflated balloon.

And at this moment, a girl appeared in Wilt's sight.

Because of the long-term fighting nearby, Werther often rested in the inn in this mountain village, and here he met the gentle and considerate daughter of the owner.

Like a ray of light in the darkness, Wilt felt that the pressure that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time was released while interacting with the girl.

Maybe these days aren't so bad.

Before Wilt, whose heart had just been comforted, could express his love to the girl, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in front of him.

That was his father who was recuperating in the castle and whom he had not seen for a long time.

"I have arranged a marriage for you. The other party is the eldest daughter of a magician family in the magic city of Oissast."

His father's words were like a bolt from the blue, causing a huge uproar in Wilt's heart.

"We had a big fight about the marriage."

In the hotel room, Lord Alden spoke to a few people with a serious expression.

"So your good son took it upon himself to elope with the shop owner's daughter?"

After hearing the whole story, Gutel looked at the shop owner's daughter who was standing aside with her head down, as if she had done something wrong.

"Yes, he and the child agreed to meet at the village well, but the child is much more sensible than him, so he came directly to discuss it with me."

Lord Alden tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair and glanced at the shopkeeper's daughter standing nearby.

"Master Wilt suddenly told me this, and I don't know how to answer him, but I don't want to leave this village..."

The owner's daughter explained timidly.

"It should have been just a farce, but because of that girl named Philen, things became troublesome."

Lord Olden interrupted the shopkeeper's daughter. He didn't care about her feelings. What he cared about was that Wilt, who had disappeared with Philen, had not been found yet.

"According to what you said, as long as the misunderstanding between Philen and your son is resolved, he will naturally come back, right?"

Hugh Turk probably understood the reason for the misunderstanding, but since he had just recognized the wrong person, the matter did not seem so irreparable.

"That would be best, but from what I know about Wilt..."

Lord Alden raised his head and spoke leisurely.

"No, if I go back now, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my head up in front of my father for the rest of my life."

Wilt, who had also explained what had happened to Philen, immediately showed a resolute expression of unwillingness when faced with Philen's suggestion to go back to the village together.

"Really? Then I'll go back by myself."

Although she felt a little sympathetic to Wilt's situation, Philen was not in the mood to continue to accompany Wilt in his temper. After hearing Wilt's answer, she immediately turned around and prepared to go back to the village by herself.

"Well, I'm sorry, Miss Phelan, I'm bothering you."

Wilt looked at Philen who acted decisively and answered very gentlemanly.

"...Come to think of it, I should return this to you."

After taking two steps, Philen turned around as if she remembered something. She reached out, took off the ring that Wilt had put on her, and threw it back into Wilt's arms.

"Ah, that's right..."

Wilt hastily caught the ring thrown by Philen.

Chapter 153: Treating Li Gui as Li Kui

"call……"

Looking at the somewhat lost Werther, Philen breathed a sigh of helplessness.

"Since you don't want to go back now, what do you want to do, Master Wilt?"

With the idea of ​​at least giving an explanation to Werther's father, Lord Olden, Philen asked Werther about his next plans.

"...Since it was you, Philen, and not her, waiting by the well at that time, it means I was being too sentimental."

Werther lowered his head and spoke to Philen in a somewhat self-deprecating tone.

"After all, I can't go against my destiny as the heir of the Olden family. Although, if I could, I would rather be a free adventurer like that guy you mentioned, Hugh Tark, who looks a lot like me."

After the initial impulse passed, Wilt gradually regained his senses and realized that eloping with his beloved girl was just a farce after all.

"I think if you explain it to Lord Alden, he will understand, right?"

Philen said to Werther in a comforting tone.

"No, you don't understand. My father is the kind of rude guy who says what he means—ha, although I'm almost the same."

However, Werther shook his head firmly. Just as Lord Olden expected that he would not return with Philen in disgrace, he also knew that his father would not change his mind about marrying a stranger because of his words.

"So you're planning to run away, Master Wilt?"

At this moment, Philen probably understood why Fulilian had a disgusted expression on her face when she mentioned the Alden family.

"I want to at least put an end to this war that always threatens the village before I leave here."

Wilt raised his head and said to Philen as if he had come to some realization.

"End the war?"

Phelan's eyebrows twitched.

"I want to kill the demon general who has been commanding the nearby demon army to attack the village."

Welter reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and explained his bold idea to Philen.

"are you alone?"

Phelan asked in surprise.

"Actually, I've had this idea a long time ago. If we move with a large group, we'll definitely be noticed. It would be more convenient to act alone. However, Gabel would definitely not allow me to implement such a risky idea before."

It was not because of a momentary impulse that Wilt came up with the idea of ​​killing the enemy general alone. In fact, he had already investigated the patterns of enemy activities and their approximate locations a long time ago, and had already made a plan for the killing operation in his mind.

"In that case, count me in."

Fearon held out his hand to Werther.

"Eh? Miss Fearon, how could I involve you in such a dangerous matter?"

Now it was Werther's turn to be shocked by Philen's bold decision. He raised his hand and hurriedly told Philen that he had no intention of involving the other party.

"No matter what, it wouldn't be right for me to leave you alone to take risks. Besides, it's not like you've implicated me... I've always wanted to test whether I can truly stand on my own."

Philen summoned her own staff. Although she had experienced many difficult battles along the way, most of these battles were backed by Frillian and Gutel. So when Welter mentioned his plan, Philen suddenly felt a little moved.

"This is not a game, Miss Philen. The opponent is a general of the demon clan."

Wilt looked at the smiling Philen and warned him loudly.

"The demon general?"

Hearing this title, the memory of the destruction of her village during her childhood suddenly emerged in Philen's mind. It was also the general of the demon clan who killed her parents at that time.

"I think you might have misunderstood something..."

Philen's eyes became sharp. She raised her staff, and the next moment, a silver light shot out from the tip of the staff, brushed past Wilt's cheek, then turned upwards and hit the treetop behind Wilt.

pat-

A little demon, whose chest was pierced by attack magic, fell from the treetop with an expression of disbelief.

"Is this a spy from the demon clan?"

Watching the little demon gradually dissipating into black smoke, Wilt realized belatedly that his plan had actually been heard by the demon spies hiding in the leafy treetops.

"I am very strong, Lord Wilt."

Philen retracted his staff and said with a slight smile on his face.

When Philen made the decision to go with Welt to defeat the demon general, Count Olden, who was sure that his son would not come back honestly, also explained his commission to Hugh Tark.

"Go disguise yourself as Wilt and go on a blind date with the young lady from the Magic City, Hugh Tark."

Count Alden said to Hugh Tark with a calm expression.

“Eh? Ehhhh!?”

Hugh Tark's eyes suddenly widened into the size of bells.

"It can't be helped. If today's scandal gets out, not only will it embarrass Wilt, but as the heir to the Olden family, the stability of the entire region and the morale of the army will also be affected. Besides, the young lady who came from the Magic City is also a prominent figure. We can't just send her away like that."

Lord Alden tilted his head and analyzed the current situation for Hugh Tark with absolute rationality.

"T-How can I possibly do this?"

Hugh Tark shook his head like a rattle. Just pretending to be the outstanding earl heir Wilt, as Lord Olden said, made his legs tremble, not to mention that he had to go on a date with the young lady from the Magic City on his behalf.

"This... is indeed a bit embarrassing, isn't it?"

Feeling the pleading gaze from Hugh Tarker, and knowing how useless the boy in front of him was, Guter spoke to persuade him.

"Add ten gold coins—this price should be enough to feed and clothe you for a year, right?"

However, Lord Olden's response was more direct.

"Xiutark, haven't you always wanted to become a noble? Isn't this your chance?"

Guter put his hand on Hugh Tark's shoulder and encouraged the red-haired boy with a bitter face.

"I'll make all the preparations for you. Gabel, you will be responsible for teaching the social etiquette of the Xiutalk nobles."

Lord Olden knew that the current Hugh Tark was definitely not capable of impersonating Welter. He turned around and gave instructions to Gabel, the old butler who had taken care of Welter since he was a child.

"Yes, Lord Alden."

Gabel placed his hand on his chest and agreed happily.

Chapter 154: Can You Help Me Improve My Battle Records?

"how do you feel?"

Looking tired, Hugh Turk opened his arms and turned around in front of Guter.

After receiving special training in aristocratic etiquette from the old butler Gabel, he now changed into a black satin dress, and his spiky hedgehog-like hair was fixed with a large amount of hairspray into Wilt's slicked-back hairstyle.

"Haha, it really doesn't suit you. It makes you feel light and airy."

Guter covered his mouth and commented with a gloating look.

"It's too much..."

Hugh Tark said dejectedly.

"I heard that he graduated first in the magic academy as an honor student."

Gutel reached out and patted Hugh Tark's shoulder, telling him the news she had heard from the servants around Count Olden.

"It sounds like it's going to be difficult to handle..."

Xutark tapped his head with his hand and said, although Lord Alden said it was just a formality, he still had a bad feeling.

This hunch was soon confirmed.