A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

281 – Great Depression Disorder (2)

It is almost impossible to control yourself in a dream.

Unless you are someone who usually lucid dreams, you will most likely experience the dream world without realizing that it is a dream.

And for a while, I decided to leave everything to ‘me’ in the dream and move on.

From the moment I saw Queen Carmen and realized it was a dream, I was already able to move on my own –

“Naria. “My dear sister.”

“You are annoying me right from the dinner table. “My dear brother.”

I’m speaking as if I’m deliberately picking on Naria.

Normally, I wouldn’t talk to Queen Naria like this, but against my will, my tone of voice was forcibly corrected.

“Dear? The word ‘dear’ is finally coming out of your mouth. It’s absurd.”

Although I’m just saying this, it was very unfamiliar because it felt like I was experiencing my own existence.

“Rather than that, why don’t you tell me about this white-haired girl sitting next to me?”

“Of course, it’s Lettar, isn’t it?”

“Who is Letard?”

“You seemed to be saying strange things all morning, but it looks like you’ve finally come to your senses.”

With eyes that seemed to be looking at something pitiful, Naria pointed to Lettar, who was much larger than herself, next to me.

What is the physique referred to here… Height, body, femininity.

“Isn’t this Lettar, your brother’s two-year-old younger sister? Charlotte’s mother’s daughter and Noir’s younger sister.”

“Hmm.”

Lettar.

Before her return, Lettar, who looked like I had seen her just before she died, was blinking her eyes at me.

“Naria, my brother, I think he was a little out of his mind today. Did you at least fix the accident that my brother caused?”

“If it’s because of Noir, she had a little more trouble than usual.”

“Noir had an accident again?”

Ah.

No matter where you go in the world, noir seems to be noir.

Even in my dreams, Noir seems to be my younger brother who challenges my patience.

“What kind of accident did you get into?”

“Seeing as you can’t even remember, it seems like you were in great shock, brother. Noir, you drank yesterday and fought 17 to 1 with the gangsters at the inn.”

“…”

“I understand that you personally went and apologized to 17 people, but it looks like you were tired while apologizing. I can’t believe you erased it from my memory.”

“Hmm… “

Was that so?

Well, if that’s the case, it’s not strange to erase it from memory.

“Still, I’m glad if you say you didn’t cause an accident by touching a woman.”

“…It seems like there is a real confusion in my memory, but it happened while I was touching a woman.”

“Oh, really?”

“Oppa, you seem weirder today than usual? Ah, Mom!!”

Lettar waved his hand widely toward her entrance.

“Gray, something is strange today!”

“Well, what do you mean?”

Two people are running.

“Carmen, isn’t it because of too much stress that became strange? Ah, maybe I left too much to Gray… “

“I’ll talk to Noir seriously, so there’s no need for you to complain so much.”

Two women, each wearing a gold and black dress, approached me as ‘mothers’ in this dream.

“I’m sorry. When will Noir grow up? Like you…”

“You can’t talk like that, Mother.”

“…!!”

Mother-Charlotte opens her eyes wide in surprise.

“Well, Gray called me mother…?”

“Grey. Did someone hit you hard on the head while you were sleeping?”

Mother Carmen holds my shoulder and looks worried with her serious face.

“What the hell are you… ?”

“I guess I should just say that I changed my mind a little while I was sleeping last night.”

I leisurely lifted my teacup.

“Shouldn’t we show a new side and become a role model for Gibraltar?”

Even though it was in a dream, the four people’s gazes toward me felt a little burdensome.

I didn’t intervene or anything like that, but perhaps this was the day that Gray Gibraltar decided to call Countess Charlotte ‘mother’.

Me in my dream.

I was born with Queen Carmen as my mother, and I was born in the same litter as Naria, and Noir and Letard were born from my father’s second wife, Countess Charlotte, so I was another person with whom I felt distant.

Maybe this day was a time that worried me in many ways for me, a ‘overwritten time zone of the past’ that does not exist now.

This is a dream.

But it was a dream, and at the same time, it was reality.

I think so.

Furniture, tableware, room structure, clothing type.

There was no trace of the ‘Empire’ in all of it, and it was filled with only the traditions of Nostrum.

If it is a dream, there is no way I would have sat idly by and watched this uncomfortable world.

So this is a dream.

A dream in which my father married Carmen Morgania and took Charlotte Lembourgünther as his second wife.

In the Gibraltar family that only cares for one person, a situation that seemed like it should never have happened –

Who can dare say anything?

Against the guardian family of the canyon.

* * *

The dream continued, and I obtained various information in the dream.

However, it was difficult to obtain correct information.

When you look at something like parchment or a book, some pages have clear text, but some pages are covered in a hazy fog that makes it hard to read.

To be precise, I don’t ‘remember’.

And what should exist does not exist.

‘There is no Imperial Newspaper, there are people who shouldn’t exist, and it’s a total mess.’

Among the maids passing by, there are many members of Morgania’s intelligence unit.

There is no orphanage, and the orphan unit that I worked hard to create since I was 10 does not exist.

Even Sir Robert, who always assisted me when I was at the mansion, is not there.

He probably wasn’t sent on a separate mission, but no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find Sir Robert.

So, I was able to come to one conclusion.

This world is a world where there has already been a huge gap from the present even before I was born.

From the traitor Gray’s point of view, it is inconvenient because there is nothing imperial about it, but if he had lived without knowing such things, it is just the right amount to live a comfortable life as a wealthy noble.

‘It seems like what imperial historians are talking about has come true.’

After the fall of the Nostrum Kingdom.

Imperial historians talked about all kinds of ‘possibilities’.

And one of the most interesting possibilities was the choice of the Crimson Margrave, 20 years before the fall of Nostrum.

If.

What would have happened if the Crimson Margrave had chosen the flower on both hands rather than following the tradition of Gibraltar?

How would the empire have dealt with Gibraltar if he had married Carmen and taken Lady Charlotte as his second wife?

Because so many things have changed, the person who made the claim was criticized among historians, saying, ‘It would be better to write a full-length novel.’

However, if that person sees this situation now, he or she might be happy and shed tears, saying, ‘My argument was not wrong after all!’

However.

He probably didn’t know.

Gibraltar, who chose the flowers in both hands… No, the situation of the person who chose Countess Charlotte as one of the flowers.

“Father.”

I visited his father his in his study his his his.

“It’s surprising. You came to me like this.”

My father had a more kind face than ever.

Before and after his return, he looked different than ever, as if he had decided to put down his sword and become a scholar.

“What happened?”

“I came here because I have something to ask you.”

“…Ask me a question?”

The biggest difference is, of course, the glasses.

The sight of him wearing round glasses made him look like a real scholar.

Still, the traces of the Sword Master were evident, but his strength was-

“…Hmm. Gray. If you look at me like that, does that mean you’re going to inherit the earldom now?”

“Yes?”

“You’re sizing me up. And you’re full of confidence. There’s a gap between my skills…Hmm.”

My father looked me up and down with a cool expression.

Just.

With a snap of his fingers, he activated the study barrier.

“You are not my son.”

“That can’t be right.”

“My son, Gray Gibraltar, is not as polite as you.”

“…”

“Carmen and Charlotte came and said, ‘Gray has become strange,’ so I wondered what was going on, and it turned out that he wasn’t crazy, but possessed by a ghost.”

My father smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“So who are you?”

“Hmm… “

While I was contemplating how to respond for a moment, I saw my father’s hand moving towards the sword on his waist.

“My mother was Charlotte Lembourg Gunther, one. Carmen’s mother…At least she was not my mother. In my case.”

“…Is that so? Hmm, yes. It certainly could be possible.”

My father, the Crimson Margrave, smiled and laid down in his chair.

“I hope my son is as serious as you are. No. If he were like you, wouldn’t that be bad because there would be as many accidents happening as you?”

“Has something like this happened before?”

“You are answering my question with a question. How did your father educate his children?”

“I’m sorry, but I made my father a marquis and the Marquis of Barcels into the Governor-General of Gibraltar.”

“…”

The father twists the corners of his mouth.

He frowned, tapping his fingers on the table as if he was quite displeased.

“It’s my child, but this is the first time I feel past my own child. No, but he wouldn’t have taken Carmen as his wife. If that’s the case, then it’s my victory.”

“How did you come up with the idea of embracing the two of you?”

“Thoughts are bound to suddenly change one day. More than anything… “

“More than anything?”

“What kind of man would he be if he couldn’t hold two women who love him in his hands?”

“…Well, I am careful to embrace the woman who loves me with both hands.”

I raised my hands lightly.

“If I ever leave, please don’t be too hard on ‘This Gray Gibraltar’. I am just a passing ghost, like a midsummer night’s dream.”

“White noise. Don’t you already know what kind of place this is?”

“…”

“Do you want me to say it with my mouth? That’s good.”

My father got up.

“This place is a dream. A reenactment of a past that may have existed in the past.”

“Is it unique?”

“Well, you can’t say it’s unique, but you can’t say it’s infinite. There could be just two cases, or there could be many.”

The world begins to be covered by a familiar red storm.

“This place…”

“A forgotten time. A past that may have existed.”

“Yes. But…”

“A world of what-ifs that can only be seen through dreams.”

“It may be a world that actually existed for some people. Or, it may be a world that no one remembers anymore.”

The world is falling apart.

“Gray Gibraltar, my son. At least know this one thing for sure.”

My father takes off his glasses, looks at me with sparkling red eyes, and says.

“You will always be my pride.”

“…I see. Thank you. But, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I should be here.”

“You can stay a little longer.”

“This place could definitely be my happiness, but…”

The world was dyed red.

“I feel like the woman I love is not here.”

From the dream, it’s time to wake up.

* * *

“…”

It’s a familiar ceiling.

This is my room where I lay in bed before I drank the false gold with my blood.

“Young master!!”

Sir Robert greeted me brightly, holding a magic projector in one hand and a glass cup filled with iced somnus tea in the other.

“…It looks like you slept for quite a long time. How many hours have passed?”

“Well, that’s…4 hours, about?”

“4 hours…”

In my experience, it roughly matches the time I was active in my dream.

“What happens while you sleep?”

“…Gold covered his face.”

“What about the photos?”

“I took a picture, but would you like to see it?”

“Even though it’s ugly, it’s still a new experience.”

“What on earth did you dream about…”

“Secret.”

At least I can’t tell Sir Robert.

“What about Platinum Sutra?”

“I’m waiting in another room. Should I call you?”

“Okay. After Baekgeum-gyeong leaves, lock the door. We need to talk together for a while.”

“…That.”

Robert hesitated and turned around.

“No matter what happens, I am your knight.”

He bowed and spoke and quickly left the room.

“…You don’t have to worry that much.”

“Isn’t that how loyal a knight he is?”

The door closed, and a familiar elf appeared.

Platinum Sutra Aperia.

Although I am still not used to pigtail braids, I held out the false gold in front of the white gold mirror.

“Sir White Gold. As the guardian of the golden dragon, you have made a contract. Because of that, even if you wanted to tell the truth, you cannot tell it. Is that right?”

“…That.”

Baek Geum-gyeong took a moment to catch his breath.

“Según el contrato divino, no puedo decir nada.”

Cough.

Blood poured out of Lord Platinum’s mouth along with words that I couldn’t understand, whether it was Elven or ancient Nostrum.

“…It’s like this.”

“Yes. In that case, we have no choice but to make wild guesses and take it as a given.”

I picked up the false gold that had turned my face and invited me into a world of dreams.

“This is a memory from the past. A memory from before someone turned the clock hands.”

“…”

“I can’t tell you in detail because I have other ears to listen to, but… “

Dalkak.

“If Baek Eun shows a created illusion, then this is an illusion that shows ‘another self that may have really existed’ through a dream.”

To put it more bluntly.

“Horribly.”

You can see the world before regression.

Although that world is not the world I returned to.

Therefore, it can be inferred.

The world I saw.

Because the world could be someone else, not Naria, before the cold.