Wednesday, March 18, 2026

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 287


Chapter 287

(Kyle Calendar Year 513: Age 20)

Entrusted Wishes


Translator : PolterGlast


The dispute in the Royal Capital was eventually settled with His Majesty and Duke Klein yielding in the end, and the marriage serving as a bridge between the two countries was reluctantly approved by everyone except the parties involved.

Well, in the end, the deciding factor was Her Highness Clarice's single sentence...

If you do not approve, I will abandon my royal status and abscond to the Principality on a single horse right this instant!

Saying so, she left the room and was about to run off; that was the deciding factor.

Well, it seems His Majesty and the Old Raccoon had another plot using Her Highness as a pretext, but it's none of my business. I am the Demon Territory Count, unrelated to politics, whose primary duty is defending the border.

... Or so I'd like to be.

The audience held the following day regarding the report of our triumphant return and the expedition to the Principality ended without issue. Compared to the previous day, His Majesty looked like an empty shell—haggard, reduced to ashes, and devoid of any ambition...

At the end of this audience, I received a letter from His Majesty. It contained the details of the negotiations with the Empire and the Kingdom's future plans for territory distribution regarding the new territory, but the part about the newly acquired territory was written very briefly in a few lines.

·         The Empire's new territory shall basically be given to the Demon Territory Count.

·         However, a portion shall be made into one Earldom and four Viscounties.

·         Acknowledge new appointments of nobles for governing the new territory.

·         Submit the names and past achievements of those desiring appointment.

·         This time, recommendations based on achievements achieved within the homeland are also permitted as a special exception.

·         Appointments to noble ranks higher than Knight Peerage are strictly limited to cases where the recommended individual's achievements are judged by the Kingdom to be substantial.

Regarding the new territory within the Empire, it seemed to be basically considered my territory, subject to acknowledging a few points of note.

Even if I'm given such an enemy territory difficult to defend... My feelings are a little complicated.

However, elevating my comrades and subordinates to nobility at the awards ceremony—that's what caught my attention.

I see... Then I'll recommend a whole lot of them to my heart's content. Well, it's iffy how many of those requests will actually be granted, though.

And slipped into that letter was another letter addressed to me. It was a letter addressed to me from the late Margrave Hastburg.

Tormented by a great wave of welling emotions and the desire to open it right away, I had no confidence I could maintain my composure looking at its contents. Therefore, hurriedly returning to the mansion in the Royal Capital, I shut myself in my room alone, and with myriad feelings, opened that letter sealed with the Margrave's thumbprint.

Demon Territory Count Solis, no, let me dare to call you my son, Takuhir. Although there is no blood relation, I, who have no son, have thought of you and Darek as my real sons for many years and intended to watch over your growth and success. Your growth was an unbearable pleasure for me as well.

That's certainly true. We have always been watched over by the Margrave. And now, I understand that even more painfully...

I discussed the final preparations for war with you, and after seeing you off, I decided to write this letter. At that time, we promised to drink together to our hearts' content the three of us after this war ended, but the fact that you are reading this letter means that has probably also become an unfulfilled dream.

Yes, that time. At that time, I returned to Aegis while being seen off by the two, the Margrave and Brother Darek. Along with welling, indescribable anxiety...

This letter is something I entrusted accompanying the letter sent to His Majesty the King, wishing it to be handed to you when the Kingdom won this war disturbance and you were alive safely. You, reading this letter now and returning triumphantly to the Royal Capital, must have surely raised unparalleled military exploits and become the hero who saved the nation. I too wanted to pat your shoulder, rejoice in the achievements of you whom I watched over like my own sons, and praise and appreciate your past hardships... but alas, there is no use crying over spilled milk.

Tears overflowed every time I read further into the letter. The Margrave was my greatest protector and also my greatest sympathizer among nobles. Without the Margrave's existence, my current position would be impossible. I had lost something so great in this war that I shouldn't have lost.

As someone who has passed on before you, it truly pains my heart to entrust my wishes to you, but please, I ask that you understand my inner thoughts and listen to my request. And, in order to fulfill my wish, please lend me your strength. To that end, will you keep me company for a little story from the past?

Before I succeeded the position of Margrave, when I was still close to your age, there were comrades—no, those worthy of being called sworn friends—who discussed the Kingdom's future together, fought as defenders protecting the borders as pillars supporting this country, and pledged to protect this country as guardians even after death.

Yes, I have heard from my father and father-in-law in the past. Stories of the predecessors who fought and scattered their lives to protect this country when the Empire invaded for the first time.

Count Falmus, who governed all of what is now the Viscount Kyrias territory, and the Baron Bold, Herald, and Kreitz territories. Viscount Gorman, the eldest brother of the three Gorman brothers who boasted valor. Baron Albert, the former lord of the Estol territory, who excelled in strategy and tactics and bore the role of staff officer for the Margrave at the time.

All three of these were young and excellent people whose futures were highly expected in the Kingdom.

I lost irreplaceable friends in that war. Not only that, but I couldn't even repay them, the ones who laid down their lives to protect this country. I couldn't establish the ones they left behind as their successors, nor ensure that their brave battles would be passed down to their descendants for generations. Especially the Falmus and Albert families, having no direct successors, reached the point where the family names themselves were severed! At that time, I cursed the old men in the Royal Capital who, ignorant of the hardships on the front lines, simply wallowed in the comfort bought with the lives of others, and the members of the previous generation's Restoration Faction who controlled state politics even back then.

Could this incident be what made the Margrave's stance clear? No, I heard from the Old Raccoon that His Majesty, when he was still a Prince, and the Margrave had been close friends since that time. Which means, one could cynically deduce that this unreasonable treatment also had the purpose of chipping away at the power of the Margrave, who belonged to the Prince's Faction (Royalist Faction).

And I swore. Someday, I must send their successors, those who inherit their blood, out into the world. However, their relatives were still young, with no male heirs who should inherit, and the adults worthy of inheriting the grand duty of defending the borders were all lost in the war. So I came up with an idea. To have the next generation of outstanding youths marry into their families, leaving their feelings, and their bloodlines, to posterity. Though it might have been a somewhat bothersome proposition for you and your brother. I must sincerely apologize now that planning to marry Albert's younger sister's daughter, Flora, to your brother, and Gorman's youngest brother's daughter to you, was my sentimental desires.

I remembered the event back then, the joint supreme tournament held in Kyle Year 506. When the Margrave and Viscount Gorman, as if timing it together, visited Teigoon unnaturally accompanied by their daughters.

"Fufu, so it had all started since then..."

Mysteriously, I felt no frustration or regret. Rather, both my brother and I are deeply grateful now that we met them with that as the trigger.

But there remains a vow not yet fulfilled even now. Knowing it is unreasonable and stands against logic to entrust this to you whom I involved, I dare ask you. When the war with the Empire ends, I want you to become the power to revive the Falmus family. Though it may be a meager effort, I believe I have paved the way for it.

I see...

Making the three Barons under Viscount Kyrias's command an independent unit as the Falmus Army in this battle; was that, so to speak, the first stage of the groundwork laid with the future in mind?

The reason for that personnel decision, which had bothered me a little, finally made sense to me at this moment.

The three young men of the Falmus family who solely survived that war, Bold, Herald, and Kreitz; though they were from branch families,, I promoted them to Barons and married the daughters Falmus left behind to each of them respectively. Their unity and desire for the revival of the Falmus family are firm. Please, I want you to favor them and lend them power to revive the family name of Falmus.

Hmm... I have to move a little carefully on this. Of course, I intend to gladly assist in the revival. But among the three families, which family becomes the head family? Since they have been three parallel families so far, couldn't this become the source of a new conflict?

Note that regarding the Falmus family, there is no need for you to worry. The futures of each of the three families have already been decided among themselves. Things like who will be master and servant, and how they will conduct themselves, have all been decided among them.

Hahaha, you've completely seen through me.

Understood. I will just concentrate solely on the revival of the Falmus family and inherit the Margrave's wishes. I don't know what will happen with the awards ceremony or land distribution from here on out, and it's unclear who the Viscount Kyrias territory will be given to, but the new Imperial territory is vast. If it's there, I should be able to manage with my authority... no, I must manage it.

You might find it strange that I write such a letter before an unprecedented war. But I feel it. Lately, the faces of my nostalgic friends constantly float in my mind, and I feel as though I can hear their voices scolding me. You might laugh at what weak-spirited things I'm saying before a great war, but only for this war, I somehow can't help feeling that way.

I can't blame the Margrave for this either. I myself, knowing the previous history, faced this battle with extraordinary resolve.

Thinking of the future, there were countless times I spent sleepless nights or even jolted awake in the middle of the night. Anne, Miseri, Claire, Yoltia, Yuka; they who spent time in the bedchamber with me also understood my state more than enough and deliberately refrained from saying anything.

I myself, telling Miseri who remained in Teigoon that she was only permitted to open it if something happened to me, faced the battle leaving a will. Even the ear cuff I had always favored since I was a child, I took it off and left behind as a keepsake just this once before deploying.

Probably my brother and fathers did the same. As one entrusted with a family, it is something close to a duty.

The duty I envisioned; inheriting the blood of those who departed first and raising those who will carry the next future. This was accomplished. And regarding the Falmus family too, you will probably agree.

Here is my final selfish request. There may be times when you agonize over me, and are driven by feelings of sorrow and regret. But, forget them. Please, forget as quickly as you can, and for the rest of your lives, only think of the future from here on out, consider it, and move forward.

I always thought this. A good future is given only to those who desperately overcome current hardships and sprint through their era. If you are trapped by the sorrows of the past, moving forward will likely be impossible.

Elders departing first is an unchangeable providence of this world. I would be grateful if you could accept it so. Please, I want you to open the future of the Kingdom we left behind, and the future of those who follow you. My son, the one to whom I entrust the future of the Kingdom; please forget the sadness, look only forward, and proceed ahead.

At the very end... Entrusting my wishes to my son...

Just that one sentence was added.

I couldn't stop crying anymore. Margrave, I'm sorry... only today, I will break your request.

Thank you for calling me your son. I will inherit your wishes. The future that couldn't be fulfilled, the future you dreamed of; I promise to surely carve it out.

I couldn't return the favor to you who discovered me and continued to support me in the shadows during your lifetime, but...

And, from tomorrow, surely... I promise to make an effort to forget this sadness.

So, just for today...

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