Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation - Chapter 241 : Chapter 241
Chapter 241. You… It’s You (2)
At that moment, Patrick’s face, which had been scratching his head with an embarrassed look, contorted.
“No, wait a minute. So, you bastard, you’re saying that the guy dispatched by the royal family to solve the problem was siding with the Harbor Kingdom because of his personal grudge and trying to screw my father over?”
“……”
He was good at summarizing.
As Marquis Panola hesitated, unsure how to answer, Patrick’s kick flew.
Thwack!
“Keuhheok!”
Marquis Panola shot up and then fell, and Patrick climbed on top of him. And then….
“What….”
Crack!
“A bastard like this….”
Crack!
“Even exists?!”
Crack!
“Die! Just die! You hopeless traitorous bastard!”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
With every word, Patrick’s fist slammed down, further ruining Marquis Panola’s face.
“Young Master. You mustn’t do this.”
“He is, for now, a messenger representing the will of the royal family.”
“And he is a marquis.”
The knights clung to him and tried to stop him, but Patrick continued to beat Marquis Panola’s face to the end.
“So what? Marquis or whatever, if you do wrong, you get your ass beat.”
What an egalitarian way of thinking.
At a glance, it even sounded fair.
Of course, the person on the receiving end could not agree.
“Keuuk…. Do you think you’ll be safe after doing this?”
“He’s surprisingly tough and has a lot of grit, doesn’t he?”
“I will surely publicize this matter. Because of your mistake, the entire Schneider fiefdom will… Keok!”
“This bastard wants to die! Hey, dig a hole. Let’s chop these bastards up, bury them, and say they were killed by monsters.”
Being stomped on by Patrick, Marquis Panola felt more terror than pain.
‘This… this guy, surely not? No, no matter how reckless he is, I’m a marquis of the kingdom. A guy who doesn’t even have a title yet….’
Power is stronger than the sword.
That had been Marquis Panola’s philosophy in life.
But that philosophy was now being shaken to its very core.
The power of authority only worked on extremely rational and common-sensical people.
To a madman who pushed back harder the more he was pressed, the oppression of power only acted as a booster.
“What are you doing? Not digging the hole? You slackers….”
“Young Master. He’s a marquis, I tell you.”
“For now, he is the Royal Knight Commander.”
“So what? If he’s the Royal Knight Commander, is it okay for him to work like an asshole? If I followed my temper, I’d go to the royal family and… argh… really?”
The knights were exhausted.
How they had wished for this during the past year when Patrick was absent.
They had hoped for the Young Master to open his eyes again and solidify his position as the lord’s heir.
All the people of the fiefdom had hoped with one heart and mind that he would relieve the lord’s worries. But….
‘Ah, he should’ve slept a little longer….’
‘Who woke him up? Who?’
‘Damn it, it was good while he was gone.’
Now that Patrick was awake, they seemed to understand. They realized how comfortable and peaceful the past years without him had been.
Of course, it was good that he woke up.
He was dependable.
And until just a moment ago, it had actually been gratifying. However….
“Dig the hole, dig the hole! So we can bury all these bastards!”
Hmm, maybe it would have been better if he were gone.
When the knights hesitated, Patrick fired his own sword qi to create a hole and pushed the Harbor Kingdom’s delegation and Marquis Panola into it.
And as he began to cover it with dirt….
“N-Nooooo!”
“Please save me. No, please save me!”
“It’s this bastard’s fault. It wasn’t me.”
“Keiron, how dare you….”
“Shut up. You damn prince!”
“I am a marquis of the kingdom. How dare you… ugh… ptui ptui….”
It was a scene of utter chaos.
This was no joke; as dirt really started pouring over their heads, the terror-stricken men repeated their struggles and pleas, but regardless, Patrick kept covering them with dirt.
The dirt, packed down with his inner energy, rose quickly, and just as it was about to reach the top of their heads….
“Stop. Let them all out.”
Count Schneider intervened.
“No, Father. Why?”
“Why? You have the audacity to say ‘why’?”
“Why. Why. Why. Yes. It comes out just fine.”
“……”
Count Schneider looked up at the sky and sighed with a sorrowful expression.
He was happy his son had woken up.
Truly happy. But….
‘How can you blow away the joy I’ve waited a year for in less than an hour?’
He really wanted to see the face of the parent of such a child.
‘Ah, it’s me.’
Spitting while lying down only results in it landing back on your own face. Count Schneider sighed and said.
“For now, get them out. And….”
No matter what, with things having gone this far, he couldn’t just let them go.
“Protect them in the castle’s dungeon.”
“Yes. My lord.”
The castle’s dungeon was a prison.
He was ordering them to lock everyone up for now.
The fief’s knights obediently followed Count Schneider’s orders. And Count Schneider….
“You, come with me.”
“Ouch. Don’t pull my ear. Ouch…. I’ll follow you, so let go. Ow ow ow. I said it hurts!”
***
Count Schneider didn’t let go of Patrick’s ear until they reached the mansion’s reception room.
Patrick, with a sulky expression, touched his ear and said.
“That hurts. I hope it’s not torn.”
“……”
“If you have something to say, you could have just called me, right? Why did you drag me like this?”
“……”
“…Hello? Father?”
It was then.
Count Schneider suddenly pulled Patrick into an embrace.
Caught off guard, Patrick was flustered to be in his father’s arms.
“Hey, Father, how old do you think your son is….”
Patrick’s words were cut short.
He felt his father’s shoulders, which were holding him, shaking violently.
“Welcome…. Welcome back.”
“……”
“Really… welcome… back.”
Patrick’s body stiffened at the sound of Count Schneider’s voice, cracking with sobs as he continued to speak.
This father of his, making me feel sorry….
Making a perfectly fine son feel like an unfilial one for no reason.
Count Schneider, who had sobbed for a long time while holding Patrick.
And after he had calmed down a bit, when he opened the door, many more people had come to visit.
“Young Master!”
“Patrick!”
“You bastard. You….”
“Patrick!”
“Big-Brother!”
April, Isabella, Matthew, Riman, Elione, and so on….
All the people who had been waiting for Patrick to wake up came and rejoiced, touching and hugging him.
“Hey, hey. Be gentle. Gentle…. I said it hurts, don’t pull my hair!”
Patrick was helplessly tormented by them, and only after a long while could everyone calm down. And….
“You all worked hard this past year.”
Patrick said awkwardly to the somewhat composed people.
At that, April shook her head and replied.
“Not at all. We only protected the foundation you laid, Young Master, so it wasn’t difficult for us.”
“That’s not true. What’s well done is well done. Is it easy to develop steadily while the entire continent is engulfed in the flames of war?”
“Young Master….”
At the incredibly rare compliment from Patrick Schneider, smiles spread across everyone’s faces. But….
“Wait, Patrick Schneider.”
“What is it? Four-eyes.”
“My name is Riman Ciera.”
“Whatever. Why?”
“…Judging by your words and actions, could it be that you….”
“Could it be what?”
“Were you conscious for the past year?”
At that moment, Patrick’s body flinched.
“Um, well, about that….”
“……”
“……”
Under everyone’s gaze demanding the truth, Patrick looked away and said.
“To say that is not entirely wrong…. Ahh… that hurts!”
“You son of a bitch!”
“We were so fucking worried!”
“If you were conscious while sleeping so soundly, shouldn’t you have woken up right away!”
“Just go back to sleep! Don’t get up, just sleep!”
In an instant, Patrick became the target of nagging.
However, amidst this nagging, about three people’s faces turned pale.
Upon hearing that Patrick had been conscious, there were about three individuals with very guilty expressions.
Patrick glanced at the three of them and mouthed his words.
-Let’s talk separately later.
Then Patrick spoke to everyone again.
“Ah, if I could have gotten up, I would have done so long ago. In fact, waking up now was me rushing things quite a bit.”
“What?”
“Is that really true?”
“Isn’t it another lie?”
At the response he received, Patrick put on a hurt face and said.
“Anyone hearing this would think I only ever lie.”
“You’re really saying that?”
“What the hell is your problem?!”
“You bastard Big-Brother. Just because you have a mouth, don’t just… Ugh! Why are you hitting me! What did I do to deserve… Aack!”
There had never been such a chaotic mess.
***
After the commotion had settled down for the time being.
Count Schneider spoke.
“What are you going to do now?”
“About what?”
“Even for you, you wouldn’t have caused trouble without any thought, would you? How do you plan to clean up the aftermath of this incident?”
“…The aftermath?”
Patrick looked at his father with an innocent expression and said.
“No, Father. When you say ‘aftermath,’ isn’t that something a person who caused an accident does?”
“…That’s right.”
“I haven’t even caused an accident yet, so why are you already talking about the aftermath?”
“……”
He had beaten the royalty and delegation of another country to the brink of death and, as a bonus, thrashed the Royal Knight Commander, then tried to bury them all together.
But for Patrick Schneider, it seemed that such things didn’t even count as an accident.
‘My son. I am truly curious about your limits.’
Count Schneider, now simply enlightened, just smiled warmly.
Right, as long as he’s healthy, that’s all that matters.
I won’t expect big things like common sense from you anymore.
Just then, Sanson, who was beside him, spoke.
“Young Master, it might be a bit much to call it cleaning up the aftermath, but this problem does need to be resolved.”
“Right. That’s true.”
“What do you plan to do?”
At Sanson’s words, everyone’s gaze focused on Patrick.
There was no basis for it, but if it was Patrick Schneider, he would have some method.
No, in the worst-case scenario, if there was no method, he was the type of man to create one to solve the problem.
Patrick shrugged his shoulders and said.
“Since the problem is tangled up here and there, we should start by unraveling the easy parts first.”
“The easy parts?”
Patrick nodded and then looked at Riman and said.
“Hey, four-eyes.”
“Double Dragon, my name is Riman Ciera.”
“Alright. Logic-obsessed four-eyes.”
“……”
“Anyway, communication magic with the royal family is possible, right?”
“It is possible.”
“Good. Then connect me.”
A deep smile spread across Patrick’s face.
Patrick Schneider.
The world had to know that he was now back.
***
Fiesto Gloria Atronia.
The current king of the Kingdom of Atronia, he was a monarch evaluated as being reasonably decent.
During his reign, he had never committed any particular misrule or tyranny, and recently, as someone gained fame or notoriety across the entire continent starting with Arcana, the nation’s prestige had subtly risen during his time on the throne.
Above all, while the entire continent was engulfed in great famine and war, he had steered clear of the vortex of conflict, and the food situation was better than in foreign countries, so it might be acceptable to call him a wise ruler at this point.
Yes. All of that….
-You are well aware of who is to thank, aren’t you? Yes? Your Majesty, my king and father-in-law.
‘Damn bastard.’
I had heard news that he had woken up, but seeing him like this again, a sigh escapes on its own.
Just listening to the voice through the communication sphere, it’s full of arrogance and conceit; how infuriating would it have been to meet him in person?
The king let out a deep sigh and said.
“It is because the Schneider fiefdom produces and supplies food at a stable price. How could I not know that?”
-Keeeuu, you know. You know well.
“……”
-So why did you do it? Huh? Tell me. Why did you do that to me?
The king tightly shut his mouth.
He had nothing to say.
The royal family’s responsibility for the incident that occurred in the Schneider fiefdom was undeniable.
From sending Prince Dawson despite Princess Isabella being Patrick’s fiancée, to sending Marquis Panola as the person to handle the aftermath of the accident.
The royal family had clearly wronged the Count Schneider family.
But the reason he had done so was….
-Did you think it was okay because I wasn’t there?
“……”
-Did you think my father was a nice and easy pushover, so you could just act recklessly like that? Did you?
It was a direct hit.
No matter how well the Schneider family was doing and how high their status had risen, the difference between Patrick Schneider being there and not being there was like heaven and earth.
The king opened his mouth with difficulty.
“Look here, Patrick….”
-But what are you going to do? I’m awake now.
“……”
-What are you going to do now? Ah, let me tell you in advance, please answer carefully. Whatever you say….
The single phrase that followed from Patrick carried a palpable hostility, even through the communication sphere.
-I will respond accordingly.
The king squeezed his eyes shut.
He had thought Patrick was effectively finished.
After all, he hadn’t opened his eyes for over a year.
He had even thought that perhaps he was dead and they were hiding the fact.
But he had returned like this.
Now that Patrick was awake, the entire situation had changed.
The vast granary obtained by pioneering the Great Forest.
The elves who had settled in the Schneider fiefdom.
The thousands of orc warriors stationed there.
The Tower of Truth had also dispatched three of its Seven Sages to the Schneider fiefdom.
And now that Patrick, the focal point of all these things, had been resurrected, the king could absolutely not make an enemy of the Schneider fiefdom.
“I will do anything.”
-Anything, you say?
“Please forgive this foolish king’s mistake.”
