Margrave’s Bastard Son was The Emperor
Chapter 54

Thud thud…

With each step Ian took, the sound of dry branches snapping underfoot filled the air. Amidst the cacophony of summer insects announcing their presence, Ian wiped away his sweat and called out to Beric.

“Beric, are you sure this is the right way?”

“… Probably?”

“‘Probably’? Is that what you call an answer?”

“Yes, yes. There’s a black stone here. Ah, yes.”

The secluded forest didn’t even have proper trails. Since it was impossible to ride horses, they had been walking for what felt like hours. They seemed to have crossed the territorial boundary by now.

Although Beric had recently suffered a side wound, he looked as if he had fully recovered. The several days of rest and treatment, under the guise of ‘healing,’ appeared to have done him good.

“We really should be hiding, right? No one would find us here, would they?”

Among the natural hues surrounding them, Ian spotted a foreign color: a light purple skirt hanging from a branch in the distance. Beric waved his hand excitedly, shouting, “Found it!”

“Here it is. Good!”

Leading the way by hacking through the bushes with his sword, Beric eventually came to flat terrain. An old, rundown cabin stood before them, with a small garden plot in front of it.

“You managed to find a place like this?”

“It’s an old home where a lumberjack used to live alone. He came to sell wood but lost his way due to mental illness. If it’s true, there might be other homes nearby. The tavern owner once mentioned it. I don’t have a home anyway.”

The cabin looked as if it would collapse with the slightest wind, but a palpable warmth told them someone was living there.

“Is anyone home?”

Beric looked around for Philea. Since the kettle was boiling, she couldn’t be far off. Ian also examined the cabin, searching for any signs of red herbs or Silasque.

‘Nothing.’

The belongings they had brought from the village didn’t seem like much. But what could Philea have taken with her, anyway?

“Who—who’s there?”

Just then, a trembling voice sounded from outside the door. Ian opened it and found himself facing a green-eyed blonde woman who resembled him closely.

“Ah!”

Philea, apparently caught by surprise, dropped the flowers she was holding and hugged Ian tightly. With extraordinary strength emanating from her small, frail frame.

“Ian! Ian!”

“…Have you been well?”

“Ian! Ahhhh! Thank you! Thank you!”

Clutching Ian’s face with both hands, Philea sobbed as if she were mad. Her reaction was only natural, seeing her son, whom she had feared she might never see again.

“Ian… what on Earth happened? Huh?”

Philea was as beautiful as ever. Looking more like Ian’s sister than his mother, he lovingly brushed aside her disheveled hair.

“It’s a long story, Mother. Why don’t we sit down and talk?”

“Did you eat well?”

“From the looks of it, you’re doing fine, aren’t you?”

Beric pulled out a chair with an incredulous look. Philea, too, seemed to be in good health. Ian muttered as he observed the simple and neat home.

“I’m glad you’ve adapted to life in the mountains.”

“It was tough at first, but just being in the semi-basement… waking up to the morning sun is nice, and the cool valley is also pleasant. If you forage a little, there are plenty of fruits.” Sᴇaʀch* Thᴇ Nʘvᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Ian comforted Philea by patting the back of her hand. She burst into tears again, overcome with emotion at being able to see her son, who she had met only through disguise.

“Ian. Tell me about you now. What happened?”

Ian briefly explained the events that had transpired. His dealings with Molin, crossing the desert to spend time with the Heavenly Tribe, the judgment and battles with Dergha, and finally the execution. Philea couldn’t hide her surprise when she heard that Count Bratz had been executed.

“Count Bratz is dead?”

“Mary and Chel had likely met the same fate.”

“My God, Ian. We must offer prayers to the gods.”

She looked genuinely happy and seemed to understand why Ian was safely here.

“Mother, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Anything, my child.”

Ian smiled sadly. She didn’t know that her angelic son was Emperor Ian. He felt a strange emotion at her innocence.

“Dergha’s flag has been broken, but there are still many tasks ahead. People are coming down from the central regions.”

“I see. Okay.”

“I plan to go up to the central regions later, following them.”

Tsk. Beric clicked his tongue as he poured tea. A shadow of despair descended upon Philea’s face once again. Her eyes moistened, but she waited, knowing her son had not yet finished speaking.

“I can’t be sure whether or not you’ll be able to accompany me.”

“Even so……”

“What does it mean, even so?”

Philea looked at Ian with teary eyes.

“If you still want to, you can see me, right?”

“…Of course.”

“It’s not dangerous?”

“It won’t be.”

“Then it’s settled. I’m content. I don’t even want to go down to the village. I’m very satisfied with living in the forest. If you can live through the same time without dying, then that’s enough for me.”

As a mother, how could she harbor any other feelings when her child has chosen this path? She was grateful enough that he had returned alive.

“Once the situation clears up, you’ll be free to live as you wish. It won’t take long. I’ll arrange a place in the village before I leave.”

“It’s alright, Ian. I’m really okay.”

After Dergha died, Ian had returned alive.

To wish for more would be to invite divine punishment.

“There’s something else I’d like to ask.”

“Hmm. What is it?”

“About the red potted plant you gave me at the park.”

The Silasque, a never-wilting red flower. As extraordinary as that was, there was even a jewel necklace buried beneath it.

“Do you remember where you got it?”

“Of course. Isn’t it the payment I received for running an errand for a merchant?”

“A merchant?”

When Ian asked, Philea seemed to get flustered as if she should remember such a not-so-distant event.

“It was a pretty big merchant. I don’t remember the name, but they were short on hands so even you had to go. But the merchant was generous enough to give even a potted plant.”

“Is there anything more you remember?”

“Um…… Ah! There was someone really valuable in the merchant group. Ma, Ma…….”

Philea frowned as if she were choking. She tilted her head, trying to dredge up the memories of that day.

“All I remember is that you were very happy that day.”

“I see.”

There were no certainties, but it was clear that the mysterious merchant had something to do with both the Silasque and the jewel. Considering its large scale, there should be someone in the village who remembers.

Feeling that this was enough, Ian stood up.

“Leaving already?”

“I have some things piled up.”

Philea couldn’t hide her disappointment. The tea hadn’t even cooled yet. Ian felt a bit regretful and added, “I’ll send some chickens through Beric. It might be lonely in the forest; you can raise them.”

“Oh, that would be great!”

“If there’s anything you need, please feel free to tell me.”

“Ah! Ian, do you need any grula seeds?”

Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Ian paused. Philea lightly walked into the inner storage room and brought out two large sacks.

“You said to collect grula seeds if I had time. There are two more bags outside.”

The sacks were filled with tiny seeds, about the size of cherry tomatoes. There must have been hundreds. It was as if she had harvested all the grula in the vicinity.

“Where are the grulas, from which the seeds were removed?”

“I took them to the cliff.”

Beric, too, upon sweeping his hand over the seeds, was astonished. He couldn’t believe Philea had collected so many useless grula seeds all by herself.

“It seems you have a talent in horticulture.”

“Time’s all I have after three meals a day, so I did it as a pastime, and here we are.”

Indeed, Philea had hidden herself since before Ian crossed the border. He hadn’t noticed because of the whirlwind of events, but several peaceful yet lonely months had passed here.

“Don’t you need them?”

Philea cautiously observed her son’s expression as she asked. Despite having gathered the seeds as instructed, the response seemed less enthusiastic than she had expected.

“No, Mother. You’ve really done a great job.”

Smiling towards Philea, Ian tied the mouth of the sack. He was impressed that she remembered his casual request and acted on it. Feeling as if she had received some sort of reward, Philea smiled warmly back.

“The timing is perfect.”

“Is it? That’s really fortunate.”

It was a summer when farmers would normally be sweating in the fields. However, they were busy with the reconstruction of the village. Moreover, the crops that had sprouted in spring had been trampled by military boots, hadn’t they?

“Mother, actually, these seeds are edible.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“The poison is not in the seeds. They can be stir-fried, grilled, or boiled.”

Is her son joking? Philea scrutinized Ian’s face but saw no signs of jest. Beric also narrowed his eyes and questioned Ian.

“Have you gone mad?”

“Actually, they taste good even when eaten raw.”

Instead of answering, Ian popped one of the seeds into his mouth. Beric and Philea simultaneously rushed toward him in alarm.

“Oh my, Ia, Ian!”

“Spit it out! Quick, what are you doing?”

Crunch crunch

However, unfazed, Ian savored the nutty flavor as he chewed the seed. He looked into the sack and assessed the number of seeds before giving instructions.

“Beric, looks like you’ll have to do some hard work.”

“What, what is it?”

“Given that you’re using honorifics, it seems you’ve caught on.”

“Do you want to move this below…?”

“Yes. Secretly, discreetly. Hide it in the manor’s storage.”

“Ah….”

Crunch

Once more, Ian grabbed another seed and popped it into his mouth. Stuck in a situation where she could do neither this nor that, Philea panicked. Meanwhile, Beric lay down, cursing and swallowing his words.

Smirking, Ian looked far off below the ridge, confirming the clear view of what ‘used to be’ the Bratz territory.

***

Meanwhile, Romandro, dispatched as a reconstruction expert and adviser, had a frown as he looked out of the carriage. He was so frustrated that he wanted to jump out and run back to the capital right now.

‘I’m going insane, really.’

Given that he was in a remote area, that was one thing, but the situation at the site was unusual. The most problematic thing was his travel companion, a high-ranking member of the administration.

‘Seriously, His Highness 1st Prince Mariv is too much. I just came back after restoring the temple from the earthquake, and now he’s sending me here… I want to go home….’

And as if that was not enough, Mariv had secretly ordered to keep tabs on him. He hadn’t even arrived yet, but already he wanted to go back.

“What do you think the situation is in the former Bratz territory?”

“Well, according to the report from Commander Erica, it’s quite severe. I don’t know how it’s being handled, but it would be fortunate if I don’t get stoned when I get there.”

Romandro muttered under his breath, barely audibly.

Only Sir Molrin knew that Ian was stationed in Bratz territory with Cheonrye. If this got out, the imperial palace might send a large force, making any plan for rebellion futile.

“I hope nothing surprising happens when we get there.”

Molrin recalled the old days in the Bratz territory as he turned his head. Then he fondly fingered the letter from Erica that he had kept in his possession.

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