Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 128



Episode 128: Karlstein (2)

At one time it seemed like all my worries would disappear if I just made a contract with the Soul Tree.

But the reality was different.

[It’s the glacier beast Skadia.]

My father’s cold voice and gaze that seemed to treat others were still the same. He just didn’t say things as directly as he used to.

[Have you ever told this to anyone?]

[Oh I don’t have one….]

[Well done. For the time being let’s just keep this to yourself and me.]

It’s not a request or anything but a word of advice.

[yes yes….]

Misha couldn’t say anything and nodded her head.

She’s like that because she was stung.

She did not make her contract in the normal way. She succeeded in completing the contract with her trick using a strange ring called the Frost Spirit Ring.

If my father knew about this…

‘I guess this kind of treatment is natural.’

Of course she didn’t have the courage to ask this.

Because to her her father was someone she feared more than anything else.

So when her father asked her if she would ever bring the barbarian to her mansion she said yes.

Well I didn’t say a single word to Bjorn.

‘Yes this is a problem I have to overcome alone.’

Hasn’t she already received a favor that will be difficult for her to repay?

She shouldn’t be a burden anymore.

She tried to rationalize it that way but her true feelings were hidden deep within her.

‘I don’t want to get caught.’

She didn’t want her situation known.

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Even if I was caught by all of them I wanted to appear to Bjorn as if I was doing well.

So she stopped by the house often.

[I have to go now. I have to stop by my parents’ house today.]

She struggled and gathered her strength.

The brothers’ stares asking why I stop by so often the disdainful looks from the workers and the lonely air as if I was left alone on a remote island at dinner.

She faced it head on.

‘You can’t run away anymore.’

Because I learned it from Bjorn.

You can’t achieve anything by running away.

One month two months three months passed like that.

[Is he still there?]

Her father’s urgings to bring Bjorn grew stronger. He said he was reluctant but his father seemed to already know that he was lying.

If you look at the conditions laid out like this.

[Bring it within this month. Then I will reconsider my treatment of you. Do you understand?]

Simply put it means that he will inform the family that he has made a contract with a spirit tree and treat him like a proper child.

I didn’t know why he went to such lengths to meet Bjorn.

However Misha decided to invite Bjorn.

It felt like she was using him but…

‘Because I just have to do better to repay it.’

I thought that if I did well I could be confident with Bjorn in the future. There was also a slight calculation that if he gained the support of the Karlstein family it would help his further progress.

[good night.]

[…what? Really? Is it true? and! Isn’t it soft?]

[Okay what time can I go tomorrow?]

Contrary to his worries Bjorn readily agreed.

However my happy heart quickly became anxious for a moment.

Once you get to the mansion you won’t be able to hide anymore.

What should I do with that?

It was clear that if Bjorn went on a rampage there he would get out of control.

but….

‘…I’m overly self-conscious! overabundance!’

Misha chuckled and erased her anxiety.

That’s because Bjorn is a warrior who is both hot and colder than anyone else.

A sacred place for other races.

He wouldn’t do something like that in the middle of a pureblood family.

Isn’t it a relationship connected by blood like family?

There is no way to choose between Karlstein and Chuck at such a high cost.

‘Yeah that doesn’t make sense. What did I say….’

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Misha organized her thoughts like that.

For some reason a corner of her heart felt sad after admitting it but her dreams and reality are completely different.

Now she knows it too.

“Behel—laaaaa!!”

Her tail stood stiffly as the roar was so ferocious that it hurt her ears.

It was natural.

The user is wondering what kind of situation this is…

She knew because she was close to him.

“You clearly have a problem with your head.”

That means I’m going to smash your head!

***

“You’re crazy! Ha don’t do it! “Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

Misha is startled grabs my forearm and turns her head to look around her. It looks like they are checking to see if anyone else heard this commotion.

When I saw that I felt sorry for myself.

‘It feels like I’m seeing myself in elementary school.’

Concession and consideration. Consistently erasing oneself by prioritizing other people’s feelings.

At one time I also thought that was normal.

but….

“Why are you doing that? “I just wanted to do that!”

“What are you talking about?”

I said pulling away Misha’s arm causing the game.

“Misha you can do whatever you want sometimes.”

“Uh huh…?”

“Why do you hold back? “No matter how much you endure in the end it’s all for the good of others.”

“I am not a stranger but a family….”

What is family?

Now that I see it I can say it’s not a stranger but a guy.

I asked again.

“So your family is more important than your life?”

Misha pursed her lips.

After all she probably knows it in her head.

What is the source of her efforts to periodically visit the family home longing for a harmonious family?

“….”

It’s all just regret.

Even if you have it it’s useless.

A feeling that is nothing short of the epitome of inefficiency.

“Answer me. “If that’s the case I’ll stop here.”

I checked her doctor one last time and Misha said nothing.

That was the answer for me.

“From now on just watch. “You won’t have anything to worry about.”

“But if you hurt that person—”

Yes there will be chaos.

The fine is not the issue but rather the wrath of the Carlstein family who is presumed to value honor.

however….

“Misha Karlstein When have I ever said something I couldn’t keep?”

“…there wasn’t any.”

“Okay so just trust me.”

It’s not something I did without thinking.

The ignorance barbarian mode shines when you turn it on and off while considering the situation.

Trudging.

She takes her steps leaving Misha behind.

The employee was still full of courage.

thus.

“What on earth were you two talking about? No matter how bad I learned manners—”

He grabs the guy by the neck and lifts him up.

“Aren’t you the one who has no manners?”

“Kukkeokkeokkeok!”

“How dare you a servant of the Karlstein family act so recklessly without even knowing the owner?”

“That’s…!”

The guy looked distressed.

He also had an unbelievable sweet look in his eyes.

Well you might wonder if this is a dream.

Could you have imagined that this wasn’t a dark back alley and that something like this would happen in broad daylight in front of the mansion’s gate?

“Let go of the oar… Ugh!”

Is it because he lacks imagination?

“If you did something like this….”

If I did something like this I would be in big trouble?

Eat.

If he knows that he doesn’t do this.

If he did it it would be more correct to see it as meaning he had his own thoughts.

But you don’t even know this simple principle.

“You also have a problem with your head.”

He clenches his fists and exerts moderate force.

If he was killed even the country of Amman would be in a difficult situation to handle.

“Don’t worry. “In most cases hitting someone will fix it.”

“Ugh!!”

After squeezing the neck of the guy who was trying to say something to silence him I gently rubbed the area appropriate for hitting.

And he hit it with only the strength of his wrist as if letting go of a honey chestnut.

Wow!

The guy fainted after losing all his strength with just one blow.

I checked the wound while holding the neck as if looking at an object.

Blood dripped from his crushed nose…

We have to do this to set an example for the future.

“…What do you plan to do now? “If my father found out he would never stay silent.”

Misha who was watching with an almost resigned expression asked her about her future plans. He told me to trust him and stayed still but he didn’t seem to feel at ease.

“You will know when you watch.”

I lifted the unconscious person with one hand and headed towards the entrance of the mansion. As I was passing the garden I saw people around me.

People mowing the lawn or carrying luggage somewhere.

“…Hi! “Hurry and tell Master Veros the news!”

Attention is focused and several people head into the mansion as if running away.

I followed them into the open door.

and….

“Stop Barbarian.”

I was surrounded by fifteen prisoners.

Combat personnel who are fully armed and have a ferocious spirit. When I stopped the guy who seemed to be the leader opened his mouth.

In a tone of voice as if giving an order.

“Misha Karlstein can you explain how this happened? “Who is that barbarian and why is Brante who is supposed to be guarding the main gate in such a state?”

His name was Brante.

“Oh that’s…”

“Misha no need to explain.”

I threw Brante who was now out of use among the guys. And at the same time the guys were surprised and accepted him.

“What on earth are you guys doing?!”

I shouted so loudly that the mansion rang.

All the prisoners had blank eyes.

Should I say that it feels like my head can’t keep up with what’s going on?

“I came here at the invitation of your family head. But this guy insulted me calling me a poor barbarian!”

Misha tilted her head at my continued shouting.

And he muttered so softly that only I could hear.

“Oh did you say that?”

He also has a tendency to worry about the little things.

It’s okay to insist that you don’t remember because you hit your head on purpose.

“Don’t lie! There’s no way Brante would do something like that.”

For a moment I was taken aback by my shouting.

Pakppakgi refuted it as if it made no sense.

To me it was like digging my own grave.

Because ignorant barbarians are immune to logical attacks.

“Are you lying to me and insulting me too?”

When I take a step forward with the intention of attacking him at any moment the dog steps back.

I don’t think it’s because I’m afraid of battle.

Maybe it’s because I’m the head of the family’s guest.

“What on earth is this fuss about?”

While the prisoners were at a loss a man jumped from the second floor connected to the central staircase.

It was a face I remembered.

Misha’s older brother whom I met on the third floor the other day.

So the name is…

I don’t remember. No did you even listen in the first place?

I decided to let go of the little things and focus on the immediate moment.

“I never thought you would be the guest my father called.”

“It’s been a while.”

“We said hello so what’s going on?”

My brother narrows his eyes and glares at me.

“If you can’t explain it properly no matter how much you do you won’t be able to return home unscathed.”

That’s a cruel look in your eyes.

I saved your life last time.

‘Anyway I don’t like it.’

I repeated the same story about how I had previously been insulted by the gatekeeper Brande and then added another story.

“If it were just me I would have endured it. But what is this crazy guy? “How dare you even insult Misha when you live in a family?”

As I pointed at Brante who had fainted and shouted wrinkles were clearly drawn on my brother’s forehead.

“I told you to avoid it when outsiders are around.”

It was a slightly absurd reaction.

It was a hastily made story but you just wanted to do it?

Fuck this place was worse than I thought.

It was definitely something that was happening every day.

I said without hiding my rising disgust.

“So you all knew this but were turning a blind eye to this?”

“It’s an internal matter within the family. There is no reason to explain it to you. “And you all go to your seats.”

“Yes Taillon.”

Soon my brother caught his guard and turned his head to look at me again.

“Bjorn Yandel it is clear that there was a mistake on our part in this matter so we will not make it an issue.”

“and?”

“…If it is true that he insulted you I will punish him accordingly. So be satisfied with this.”

“I’m satisfied…”

I blurted out my words and chuckled.

Give a real education to a spoiled brat.

Furthermore it shows in front of many people that I am a formidable person.

Originally this was my plan.

but….

‘I guess I’ll have to go to plan B.’

I smiled and approached my brother.

“Do you have a problem with your head too?”

Plans always change.