3. Jean Barenberg
The flag seen from far away had the pattern of the empire, which is the main stage of ‘Romance Fantasy Somire’.
The lion’s pattern that I got tired of watching while playing the game.
The knights are coming towards this place with that flag. Armor and helmets cried ferociously with each step they took. Sand dust flew.
I think the line we were in was the last line.
“Hey, Your Highness! What are you planning to do now… ?”
Why do you ask me that? Now i don’t know
“Your Highness! Even Your Highness can run away… !”
With no answer, my mind goes blank. As if there is a misty fog, the brain does not turn.
Should I run away too? But even this is impossible. I don’t know how to use Aura. You won’t be able to outrun the knights riding on horseback.
It is impossible to fight. If it were simple soldiers, it would be the worst choice to face that many knights. Even cavalry called medieval tanks are mixed in.
If I were the real Jean Warenberg, I would have been able to show off the dignity of the final boss and annihilate it, but I couldn’t use half of my strength. I don’t want to gamble with only halfway odds.
“f*ck.”
Because I didn’t know the correct answer, swear words came out without my knowledge. At one word I lightly threw out, the faces of the prisoners around me became contemplative.
“Your Highness… ! How can you say such vulgar words!”
Does it matter now? It looks like the knights are rushing in right away, and they all look like they’re behind?
My eyes closed tight at this situation where there was no answer. How the hell can I get out of this crisis? If I continue like this, I will become a slave…….
But time was not on my side. Because the Templars have already reached us. A booming voice rang out from afar.
“Surrender! You better not do anything stupid!”
It was a knight who stood at the forefront. Ting. I followed his words and put my sword down.
“Your Highness… ?”
Don’t look at me with those eyes. Shouldn’t you just live and see?
“Your Highness! Even if we die, we will fight and die! I can’t stand it when I think of what has happened to our kingdom!”
The prisoners I freed picked up the swords and spears that the soldiers had dropped. It seems that he is thinking of standing up to the knights.
“Everybody, calm down.”
“Do you look genuine in this situation!”
A furious voice. Everyone is overexcited.
“There is something your Majesty told me. Make sure you survive.”
Of course, that’s a lie. I even got a headache from the amount of information that came into my head. How do I know what the king said?
“Your Highness… !”
Ignoring the voice calling me pitifully, I shamelessly continued.
“I could never die here. If you fight back, you will be breaking your promise to His Majesty.”
The eyes of the other prisoners are vague.
“If we die here, Barenberg will be forgotten. So I choose to stay alive so as not to forget our kingdom. Those who want revenge may dream of revenge. But revenge must also survive. Think about it, too.”
I only said it kindly, but in a word, I’m saying that I’m going to get out of here because I’m a b*tch. It’s up to them how they interpret this.
“Your Highness… !”
Tears flowed from their sad eyes. What, why are you like this?
“We will survive according to Your Highness’ words. Who will remember the Kingdom of Warenberg if we don’t remember it… ! Big!”
What is it? I was moved by my one word. Everyone wiped their faces and wiped away tears. Didn’t you think of this?
“Lay down your weapons, everyone! Even if we become slaves, somehow we will survive and remember our home!”
-Man Alive! Let’s survive!
What is it? Why did this happen
Prisoners of war laid down their weapons and accepted their fate.
The arrived knight got off his horse and said.
“Good idea. You mean you won’t die of a dog?”
The numerous soldiers who followed him surrounded us in a circle, wary of us.
“Re-bind the prisoners!”
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My arms were tied with a rope. Unlike before, it was possible to release it with force rather than handcuffs made of steel, but considering the number of knights, this is a foolish idea.
Our bodies were all woven with ropes. The rope that tied the prisoners ran like a long wave again.
“To the Empire!”
As if they had no intention of making the same mistake as before, this time they were joined by knights rather than soldiers. You must have seen my danger.
“Your Highness… !”
No, don’t keep calling me.
“Your Highness, you must keep your senses. We’ll survive and find it somehow… !”
f*ck! The cheek of the old man who was talking to me turned.
“You bastard! If you have time to speak, line up properly!”
Fast. The old man gritted his teeth. There was a mixture of resentment and anger in his eyes.
“… ….”
I had many complicated thoughts. From the point of view of Somire, the female lead I was playing, I couldn’t see this kind of scene.
I tilted my head and looked at the sky. Sunny weather. The dry sky was blue as if he didn’t even know my complicated mind.
* * *
I passed through a hot desert under the scorching sun and through a forest full of green leaves. So we reached the borders of the Empire.
There was a barracks on the border, a temporary base for the empire. We were led to the barracks, and we, prisoners of a ruined country, had to bow our heads on our knees.
“Jean Warenberg. Raise your head.”
Carefully raised his head. The person in front of me was a familiar person.
‘Rezef Fedelian.’
Prince of the Empire. He was the crazy bastard I call a freak.
“Looking at that insignificant figure now, it looks good.”
Is there any grudge between the crown prince and Jean Barenberg? As far as I know, there is no such information.
“I still remember how proud I was at the exchange. I wasn’t really good at it back then. How does it feel to be taken prisoner of war?”
What is it? Anyway, this kid is not normal either. Damn kid.
Tsk, I clicked my tongue and turned my head away. When I remembered how I was when I was playing the game, I felt feverish.
“This bastard… !”
Damn it! The prince swung my cheek. I don’t know how many times I’ve been slapped on the cheek today alone.
“You are still cocky. Hello! Get this guy out!”
The prince wiped his hands and put on his gloves. Ooh, look at that ferocious face. Ramen Sari, you bastard.
“What should I do with this person? Even so, they are the royal family of the ruined country.”
“Royal family in ruins? That’s funny. Was there a royal family in the ruined kingdom?”
“Sorry… ….”
“Tell that wizard to stamp the slave. And put it on the auction house. To a place of the worst possible quality.”
“Myeong, I will serve you. Follow me!”
The knight who received the prince’s order pulled the rope that was binding me. I naturally followed him.
Following the knight, we arrived at the blue barracks. This temporary base, mostly made of green, was a special barracks.
“Go in!”
The knight kicked me in the back. I rolled across the floor and entered the blue barracks.
“Oh, is this the prince of the Kingdom of Warenberg?”
An old man who looks similar to a witch. The nape of my neck stood up from how evil the laughter was.
“His Highness’s command has come down. Put a slave stamp on Lee.”
“To engrave a former prince of a country as a slave? His Highness the Crown Prince also treats you too much. Chuckle.”
“It is the choice of Your Highness the Crown Prince. Be careful with your words.”
“Gorum Gorum. You know well chuckle.”
The old witch is approaching me. The green flame that burned from her hand was divided into several strokes to form a magic circle.
“It will hurt a little because it is the strongest imprint among all the imprints. Chuckle.”
Can’t you stop making that bad laugh?
The magic circle came and stamped on my back. Chi profit. It felt as if a hot iron plate was being stamped on me.
“Ouch… !”
A shallow scream that is close to the final stage. His eyes widened and his whole body shrank. It was a mind-boggling pain. The headache I felt when synchronization was in progress wasn’t this much… !
The old witch just giggled and giggled, whether or not she knew my pain.
“The imprinting of slavery is over. Now you’ll have to deal with it yourself. Chuckle.”
I was distracted by the pain and the article caught me.
“Then let’s get out of here.”
After leaving the blue barracks like that, the knight clicked his tongue and muttered.
“Tsk, old man in a bad mood. All transcendence magicians, right?”
A transcendent wizard? Did the strongest wizard, briefly mentioned in the game, leave an imprint on me…….
“Now… how do i… It’s going to be… ?”
“How can it be? It will go up to slavery.”
Is it going as planned?
‘Something like a dog.’
With this, my fate has been decided. Chess by Frances Descartes.
But I suddenly had a question.
‘Why did Jin, a slave, become the final boss?’
In the final Gin ending route, Frances Descartes died before Gin appeared as the final boss. Then the slave imprint would have been released. I’m not sure why he appeared as the final boss at the end.
‘It didn’t appear in the story.’
But you’ll soon find out why. Because I became Jean Warenberg…….
At that time. The knight pulled my leash.
“Walk properly!”
I was put into a carriage made of iron bars by knights. My eyes are focused so much that my back stings. Feel like a lion in a zoo.
“Transfer!”
The knight’s words echoed and rattled. The carriage moves. My back was shaking. I can still feel the burning pain on my back with the slave inscription.
I sighed heavily when I faced this situation where there was no answer. I lowered my head and closed my eyes.
* * *
Damn it! His head turned back in shock. Eyes flashed open.
“Get up, you bastard!”
Slave treatment is dirty once. Well, considering the history, it’s not unusual.
Clap. The iron window door opened. Before I knew it, my hands were filled with steel handcuffs.
“Follow me.”
I followed the article. The place we arrived at is the dark district of the empire that we have seen in the game. This is where all sorts of rare items are traded and other races such as elves are sold as slaves.
Aristocrats liked to use it because there were items for sale that could not be seen normally. I also came in to get a rare item when I played the game.
“Oh, you are here. I heard the story through the jeonseogu in advance. You want to put a slave up for sale?”
“Yes. Post your property under an anonymous name. This is an order from His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“Of course it should. I have no intention of discrediting His Highness the Crown Prince.”
The underworld mediator coaxed the knight with a kind smile.
“Would you like to take a look? Good listings are going up today.”
“It has been done. Give me the amount that is due.”
“If that’s the case, I’m here.”
A lot of gold on the table. The reflection of the light blinded my eyes.
“The amount has been confirmed.”
“Thanks for the great deal!”
The knight swept the pile of gold into the bag he was carrying and left leisurely.
The intermediary said.
“Now, follow me. You’d better not rebel. Because I got a slave seal.”
I didn’t bother to answer. I just shot him with ferocious eyes.
“Tsk, your eyes are fierce. A foolish bastard.”
The mediator smiled and squeezed the seal. Then I felt a burning pain in my back.
“Ouch… !”
My mind is confused. With my eyes half-closed, I was led by a broker into an underworld auction house and locked behind bars.
“I’ll be going up to the auction house soon, so wait.”
I didn’t answer with my head down. After all, the person who will buy me has been decided.
‘France Descartes.’
I will be hers.
As a slave of Somire, the protagonist of the original work, who is the enemy of Somire.
