The Legend Has Just Begun 14: Chapter 14.
The Legend Has Just Begun “By the time you read this letter, I will no longer be among the living.” “What?!!!” Ghislaine’s voice almost pierced the roof of the carriage.
Hey, hey, hey, calm down, Ghislaine, this is just Paul’s twisted sense of humor.
Inside the carriage heading to Roa, I read the letter Paul wrote with great helplessness.
In my previous life, I was knocked unconscious by Paul, put into a carriage, and left without a word.
Paul specifically wrote a letter to tell me the whole story.
This time, I thought he wouldn’t write a letter again, but unexpectedly, due to Paul’s twisted sense of humor, he still did.
“—This is a joke I’ve always wanted to write.
I bet Ghislaine’s reaction right now must be very interesting, right?
If I guessed correctly, Rudy, you can mock her mercilessly on my behalf.” “Ugh, damn Paul…” Ghislaine gritted her teeth.
Wait a minute.
Although I know Paul is a bastard, please don’t look at me with that expression.
I’m just reading the letter, and I won’t mock you either.
Paul, you’re too tasteless.
Ugh…
That being said.
I’m also a little interested in trying it.
However, the people around me don’t have much of a sense of humor either.
If it were Sylphy, she would probably be scared unconscious directly.
If it were Roxy…
I don’t want to lower my evaluation in the eyes of my god.
That Eris…
Ah, that girl couldn’t read at all after coming out of the Illiterate Holy Land.
Zanoba and Cliff probably wouldn’t be pleased either.
Wait, Seven Stars might be okay?
Alright, it’s decided.
When I see Seven Stars, I’ll give it a try.
…
In the letter, Paul explained the reason for going to Roa and some small details.
He also reminded me in the letter to know my place.
Not to get involved in political struggles between nobles out of interest.
“Rudy, your talent and aptitude are worthy of recognition, but political struggle is not something that can be done well just by having talent.
Once you, with your identity, get involved in political struggle, it can only bring misfortune.” Paul wrote with very carefully chosen words.
“Although I am an incompetent father, please trust me on this one thing: trust a man who once ran away from home because he was dissatisfied with the noble lifestyle and has no regrets to this day.” This point, indeed.
I have no good feelings for nobles and can very well understand why Paul ran away from home back then.
Nobles.
In the end, they are just a pile of garbage that pretends to be reserved but is actually more rotten and filthy than a stinky egg in a sewer.
“Then, I look forward to your guidance from now on, Rudy.” “Me too, Ghislaine.” Ghislaine and I quickly had a pleasant conversation.
After all, in my previous life, we were very good friends.
Although later because of her…
Forget it.
Don’t talk about that.
At the end of the letter, Paul also mentioned: “If you and the Young Lady are compatible, it’s fine to make a move, but Ghislaine is my woman, don’t lay a hand on her.” Hey, hey, hey…
Paul, you’re a bit too much of a scumbag, aren’t you?
And besides.
I’ve touched Ghislaine’s butt before, of course, with her permission.
It was skin harder than rock.
Are you kidding me?
Can that thing really be inserted?
That Paul, to actually win against that kind of butt in bed, honestly, I still can’t imagine it.
Paul’s combat power in bed might be god-tier, right?
I put away the letter and looked out of the carriage.
Those who gain the wings of freedom will lose their feet as a price.
Without letting go, one cannot gain.
People need resolve to move forward.
Paul ran away from home, abandoning his noble status to live the life he wanted.
As for me… Now, I must also sacrifice some things to gain everything I desire.
Rudeus Greyrat.
Now.
Here.
My legendary life is truly about to begin.