Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

No, right now, Lord Raven probably just thinks Princess Lana is smarter.

Rune continued to bury his face in the blanket, continuing to play the role of an overly frightened child.

Lei Wenhou looked at him, his smile deepening slightly.

Then he turned around.

"Lord Alves, farewell."

"Please take care, Your Excellency Marquis."

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

The door closed gently.

The room fell silent again.

As Lord Raven stepped out of the temple, his carriage was already waiting outside.

He bent down and crawled into the carriage, leaned against the soft cushions, and closed his eyes.

The carriage started slowly, its wheels rolling monotonously over the stone pavement.

The carriage was dark. The curtains were drawn tightly, with only a few thin rays of light leaking through the gaps, drawing blurry lines in the air.

"grown ups."

The accompanying butler spoke cautiously.

"Are we not going to continue with the plan?"

Lei Wenhou did not open his eyes.

He remained silent.

The wheels continued to turn, their rumbling sound rhythmic. Light streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting alternating shadows on his face.

A long time passed.

So long that the butler thought he wouldn't answer anymore.

"That child."

Lei Wenhou suddenly spoke, his voice very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"He killed him."

The butler was taken aback.

"So, shall we continue with the plan?"

Lei Wenhou opened his eyes and looked at the slightly swaying chandelier on the ceiling of the carriage. The light flickered with the bumps, shattering his shadow.

The carriage was quiet for a few seconds.

"The plan is scrapped; its value has surpassed the event itself."

He suddenly spoke, his voice soft yet clear.

The butler immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Lei Wenhou did not speak again.

He closed his eyes again and leaned back against the soft cushions.

The wheels rumbled, and the light flickered.

The so-called aristocracy is one that can distinguish between different situations and make choices about what is at stake.

The carriage continued on its way, gradually disappearing at the end of the city's streets.

Aindora Mansion.

Count Alves walked in front, with Rune following behind.

On the way back from the temple, the count didn't say a word.

Not a single word.

Rune lowered his head and silently followed in his father's footsteps.

Go through the gate.

Cross the forecourt.

Walk through the long corridor.

The servants they encountered along the way all bowed their heads in greeting, but none of them dared to look at them for long.

Finally, the study door closed behind me.

Before the count could even speak...

"Boom."

The sound of a knee hitting the wooden floor.

Rune knelt down.

Decisive and efficient, without any hesitation.

The count paused for a moment.

Then he turned around and looked at the small figure kneeling upright on the ground.

silence.

Those who are talented are outstanding.

As long as you don't get beaten too hard later, it's not shameful to kneel down to your own father.

Rune silently prepared himself mentally.

"I know I was wrong."

He used a universal starting move.

First, adjust your attitude.

The count looked at him but said nothing.

"What's wrong?"

After a few seconds of silence, the father's voice came from above, still in that flat tone, devoid of any emotion.

Rune thought for a moment.

"I shouldn't have taken my younger sister out to play."

He deliberately picked the least serious mistake in an attempt to ease the tension.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he sensed something was wrong.

The father's gaze grew even more serious.

Something seemed to sink into those deep eyes.

Your mistake was...

The count paused.

"They didn't pin the blame for killing Baron Rivière on that commoner."

Rune paused for a moment.

He looked up at his father.

That perpetually serious face was expressionless at this moment. But in those eyes, there was something Rune had never seen before.

It's not anger.

It's not disappointment.

But

Something cold, clear-headed, and taken for granted.

Rune opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After all that effort...

So, the dark genes I carry are from you.

Rune silently complained to himself.

Chapter 15 Decision

The count sat down and leaned back in his chair.

“But you’re quite smart,” he said. “Considering you’re only six, that’s already very good.”

Rune's lips twitched slightly.

Six years old.

Yes, he is six years old now.

He decided to temporarily retract his earlier comment about being "heartless" and change it to "heartless great Onmyoji".

To a time traveler, such praise is almost like sarcasm.

“If I hadn’t already asked Si,” the Count continued, “I would have been completely fooled by your performance.”

Rune's heart skipped a beat.

Have you asked about the silk?

What did that girl say?

Various possibilities flashed through his mind. Could it be that he had recited all the lines from those chivalric novels to his father?

“Your sister said you stayed behind to ‘purify the souls of demons.’” The count’s tone carried an enigmatic quality.