In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 99

I was waited a little longer and walked out leisurely.

The sunset was slowly setting and painting the sky red.

It was quiet and silence outside after finishing unloading the luggage.

I saw flocks of birds flying in droves as I walked while looking up at the sky with my hands behind my back like old man out for a walk.

Birds are migrating.

Birds that cross the continent every year visit Lombardy’s mansion to rest their tired bodies throughout the day.

It was because there were few people and many trees in the mansion area.

"You guys are going to rest in the mansion today, right."

Watching the birds lurking all over the trees in the mansion, I checked the contents of the bag in my hand.

What I specially prepared for today is well contained.

"Then all are set."

I’ve confirmed that Belsach has unloaded all the luggage he brought, and the time has come.

I headed for the stable with a delightful heart.

It was Belsach’s habit to stop by the stable to check the condition of his beloved horse after hunting.

I waited on the street that Belsach frequently used to go to the stable.

There were a lot of trees and no one nearby.

This is the right path.

Not long after, Belsach began to be seen.

But he was not alone.

"Hold it properly! It’s dragging on the floor!"

"Huh..."

Craney who walking beside Belsach, whimpering with something heavy.1

Looking closely, it was a horse saddle.

It was also very heavy because it was made of leather.

"It, it’s heavy..."

It’s a ridiculous weight for a still young Craney.

By the way.

Bam-!

Belsach hit Craney’s little head and said threateningly.

"Do you want to be beaten more?"

"Oh, no. Hm!"

Craney burst into tears.

And my patience is running out too.

"Craney."

I said towards the two people.

"Throw away what you’re holding and come here."

"Ti, Tia...?"

Craney, who opened his eyes wide in surprise, wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

"What the hell are you?"

Belsach crumpled his face at me.

I don’t care.

I just looked at Craney.

"Ooh, woong!"

Craney pursed his lower lip to muster up the courage and toss the saddle in front of Belsach.

"Hey, you’re crazy!"

Belsach was furious, but Craney already running away.

"Belsach, how much have you been bothering Craney?"

From what I saw earlier, I had a strong premonition that what I knew would be the tip of the iceberg. [1]

Belsach smirked and laughed at me.

"Why? Do you want to do it instead of him?"

"Ha, this pair of nerds..."

He’s been quiet lately, so I think he’s matured a bit.

As expected, Belsach has not changed.

The bully seemed to just change from me to Craney.

"Yeah, halfblood. Then you bring it."

Belsach told me, kicking the saddle.

"Huh, Belsach. Don’t you have a brain?"

"What, what?"

"I’ve made it clear. Don’t call me halfbloof. You idiot."

"You, you freak girl!"

When he grew up, Belsach raised his fist threateningly, citing his physical superiority.

I rather said, raising my neck stiffly.

"Hit me, if you can."

"Ikk!"

"You can’t hit me, because if you hit me, you’ll be punished. Grandpa will be the first to punish you. And my father is no longer a person who lives with patience."

Belsach, who snorted at my words, smiled suspiciously.

"Really? But there’s no grandfather or your father here? If I swing my fist a few times, you’ll be so screwed that you can’t even run and tell them."

Belsach’s eyes glistened.

I remembered those eye exactly.

Those are the same words that laughed happily in my previous life, when I cried out in pain and fear.

As expected, people didn’t change.

I checked the everlasting truth once again, and I put my hand in my pocket.

Then I grabbed a handful of its contents and dropped it bit by bit before throwing it at Belsach’s approaching face.

"Pooh, what’s this? Cough!"

Suddenly, something like coarse powder was sprinkled on him, and Belsach, who was coughing in surprise, started laughing at me.

"Ha! This is all... Kkkk! Just powder... Cough!"

Noisy, accept this.

I kept spraying it on Belessac’s face so he can’t talk.

"Well, stop..."

I sprinkled the leftover powder thoroughly on every corner of Belsach’s body, look like thick salt spray on cabbage kimchi.

"Phew, it’s done."

I stopped when the bag finally got really thin.

"Pooh, you crazy! What are you doing!"

"Hey, Belsach. Do you know what that powder is?"

"I don’t care! You’re dead...!"

"Why don’t you smell it? It was sprayed on your body."

In my words, Belsach smelled the powder on his sleeve.

"Sniff. Gr, grain?"

"Oh, you got it right. It’s a mixture of corn, sunflower seeds, millet and so on. It’s going to be very delicious. That grain? Do you know how hard it is to get Sussew grain these days?"

"What, what?!"

"But lately I’ve been buying a lot of grain from there. I specially carry this between them."

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Belsach, who couldn’t understand what I was saying, screamed.

I said with a big smile as I took three steps back from him.

"What do you think? Flock bird food."

Flap, flap.

From a distance, I could hear wings getting closer and closer and closer.

"Heek, Heek!"

Belsach may have heard it too, his face began to turn pale.

"So, you’re afraid of birds, aren’t you?"

It’s one of the weaknesses Belsach hid.

He is very afraid of birds.2

It’s so bad that he doesn’t eat chicken on the table.

"Oh, no!"

Belsach tried to run away when he saw the birds flying, but his legs were already looseness and he rolled around on the street in a bad way.

"Where are you going? I’ve made you a new meal with all my heart."

"Sa, save me!"

Paddeuk! Paddeuk!

About 30 birds resting in a nearby tree rushed to Belsach at once.

"Ahhhhh!

Belsach crouched down and tried to avoid it somehow, but they were looking for the finest Western grain.

The birds had no mercy.

Phibic, chirping, googoo!1

It’s so nice to see all kinds of miscellaneous birds playing!

The birds, who had pecked carefully between Belsach’s clothes, hands, and hair, flew away without any regrets when the scattered grain were run out.

Paddeuk!

And where the birds had left, the crushed Belsach lay shabby.

Hair torn and scattered, high-end clothes torn, face teary and runny nose.

"Huh... Huh..."

"You said you wanted to beat me up. But isn’t that you now?"

Even with my teasing words, Belsach was terrified and unable to move.

"You’ve enjoyed the pain and fear of others. What about your own distress? Did you enjoy it?"

"Huh, huh!"

I approached Belsach and looked down at the man lying on the floor with cold eyes.

Just like he did to me.

"If you bother Craney one more time, it won’t end as easy as it is now."

I said it correctly, one by one, so that it could get stuck in Belsach’s stupid head.

"Because I’ll throw rats and birds away without your knowing, then throw you into a ’big’ bird’s nest, paint your whole body with bird feed grain, then tie you tightly to pillars. Okay?"

"Heek, Heek, Heek!"

It was terrible just to imagine, fear flashed through Belsach’s eyes.

I looked at the man disdainfully one last time, then turned away and walked.

Oh, it’s refreshing.

I felt lighter without a feeding bag.

Now there’s no way Belsach’s going to bother Craney.

He’s as scared as Astalliu.

Someone had to protect Craney, but his brother Astalliu didn’t have the courage to protest against Belsach.

The parents, Laurels and Ronette, are busy reading Viese’s mind.

So I have no choice but to step up.

"Good job. Good boy."

It was more than just revenge for Craney’s bullying.

"What should I say..."

I feel my hurt in past life also healed.

Little Florentia, who had no one to help like Craney, seemed relieved, though it was too late.

* * *

A few days later.

I came to the Pellet Company office.

"That’s why our Pellet Company now holds the most Southern grain harvested this year."

"Wow, great job. You two!"

It really wasn’t easy.

The South was a market that was tightly held by mid-sized to large-sized Tops that traded for generations.

But as a result of the hard work of the Pellets, including Clerivan and Violet, we were able to buy large quantities of food.

"And as expected, a number of Tops are sending love calls." [2]

"If you want to sell it to the East, you have to buy it with extra money."

"That’s right."

Clarivan handed me the list on the paper.

“These are the Tops that have asked us so far."

"That’s quite a lot. Well, let’s see..."

I skimmed through the long list.

Then I found the name I was looking for at the very end of the list.

"Here, write to them that you will sell about a quarter of what we have. Please give them a discount."

"What? That much?"

"Yes, of course, we’re going to have to hand out a little bit to the other Tops. Because we’re living together."

In fact, it was meant to minimize troublesome time and jealousy.

Violet tilted her head and opened her eyes round when he saw the name Tops that I pointed.

"Oh, this is the last time..."

Then she looked into my eyes.

I smiled at Violet with the intention of believing in me.

Soon Violet replied with a short nod.

"Okay, I’ll send them a letter as you said at the Top of Reds."

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Glossary+

[1] ’Tip Of The Iceberg’ - The idiom means the small part of a much larger situation or problem that remains hidden.

[2] ’Love Calls’ - Means ’somebody or yourself is attractive or attracted in you or his\he’".