A Depressed Kendo Player Possesses a Bastard Aristocrat
Chapter 133.2: Establishment (10) Part 2

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“What do you think you’re doing?”

I asked, nudging his shoulder with my foot.

He lay sprawled out on the ground like a vagrant.

What was wrong with him now?

Why was he sleeping out in the open in this weather?

I couldn’t hold back a sigh of frustration.

‘At least I recognized him thanks to that ridiculously bright hair of his…’

If it weren’t for that, I would have walked right past him.

Did he even realize that he was the only one who could stop the Demon King’s revival?

If he froze to death out here on the streets, the continent would be doomed.

And this was the hero of the story?

Allen had been naive and clueless in the original story too, but this was ridiculous.

‘This is complicated.’

To be honest, I had a pretty good idea why he was acting like this.

He was grieving for the loss of his friend.

The same thing had happened in the original story.

Carl, the Hammer Wielder, was one of the characters who died during the invasion in the original storyline as well.

Losing a rival, a friend, a brother in arms…

It had been Allen’s first experience of losing someone dear to him, and he had spent a long time afterwards lost in grief.

‘But judging by the way he averted his gaze as soon as he saw me… there must be something else going on as well.’

I sighed and bent down.

Then, I grabbed him roughly by the collar and pulled him to his feet.

“Wh-whoa…?” he mumbled, startled.

I let go of him, and he staggered for a moment before regaining his balance.

“You look like a mess.”

His clothes were covered in dirt, as if he had been rolling around on the ground for hours.

I clicked my tongue disapprovingly and brushed some of the dirt off his coat.

He probably found my rough handling painful, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“…”

Allen stood there stiffly, his body frozen.

He probably hadn’t expected me to act this way.

To be honest, I didn’t want to be doing this either.

Part of me wanted to punch him right in the face, but… this wasn’t the right time or place.

It was a day for mourning those who had passed away.

The least we could do was maintain a semblance of peace and quiet, to honor their memory.

We could talk later.

I would hear his apology, demand retribution, or give him the beating he deserved.

“Get a grip.”

I said, looking straight into his unfocused golden eyes.

“If you want to protect something, you can’t afford to fall apart… If you just stand there in a daze, you might end up losing even more.”

Allen had lost someone dear to him too.

He had probably spent the entire day blaming himself, drowning in his own tears.

I wasn’t heartless enough to kick him while he was down.

Especially since he was the hero of this story.

The hero who had, even if only for a brief moment, brought me solace in my previous life, a life that had been nothing short of hell.

Even though I resented him now, I couldn’t forget the gratitude I had felt back then.

If it weren’t for the story Changho had shared with me, my life would have been devoid of even a glimmer of hope.

Of course, that didn’t mean I was going to let him off the hook that easily.

I would make him pay for what he had done.

He was in for a rough time.

“I haven’t forgotten what happened… You said you would take responsibility for your actions. If you’re truly sincere about apologizing, then come see me with your companions.”

“B-But, Young Master… I don’t deserve—”

“I’m tired. I don’t have the energy to listen to you whine.”

“…”

“I’ll be going now.”

I cut him off and turned to leave.

I was exhausted.

It had been a long day, starting with the memorial service and ending with my visit to Master’s grave.

I could feel Allen’s gaze on my back, but I ignored it.

I simply walked on, my footsteps echoing through the night air.

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