Start drawing part 2 (6)

"Twenty years later!"

Inger couldn't help but repeat the answer through gritted teeth.

This answer forced him to overturn his previous plans and look at the world in a new light.

[Not a rewrite of the first part but a continuation of the second part]

Whether this world was born from comics, or the world gave birth to comics.

Having experienced it once, he was reborn with his memories, which means that he is still the protagonist who saves the world. The author may not be satisfied with this ending and gave him another chance.

Then this whole thing has nothing to do with him! He himself may just be a pure accidental product! There is no need and no need to mix it with the protagonist's journey of salvation!

Alex's memory is a huge advantage, and he can use this advantage to rewrite the fate of mankind!

[Run away, wait until he becomes king, then immediately.]

Inger stopped pretending and immediately laid his cards on the table. "Well, let me make it short. It is difficult for our family to help in the upcoming war against the demons. After helping you ascend the throne, our family will retreat to a corner. If there is any help economically or politically, we will do our best to support you. But I will never let my family go to the battlefield - you should understand me, right?"

Alex lowered his head slightly, holding the collar of his shirt over his chest with one hand, and said slowly: "...Yes, okay, I'm sorry, thank you, I will abide by the agreement."

Inger closed his eyes as the image of the death of the Langmore family flashed through his mind.

He only read the comics, but Alex witnessed it all with his own eyes, how could he easily erase it?

But Inger's mercy did not last long.

Alex calmed down and continued, "My memory only lasts until the moment of death... Since you can see the future, can you tell me, have humans won?"

Inger opened his mouth, but chose to conceal some facts and tell part of the truth: "...Ten years later, humans completely recaptured the Eastern Continent, liberated the slaves, and exterminated and captured the remaining demons."

[But can this be called a victory? ]

The sentence in the comic book came to his mind again.

Alex's relieved smile revealed a hint of sadness and fatigue that he couldn't help but reveal.

He tried to smile:

"You know about the East Continent and the Demon Tribe. It seems you are really a prophet."

The current Western Continent is still unaware of the existence of the Eastern Continent because of the Sea of ​​Repetition, and there is no such thing as the Eastern and Western Continents.

Humans still believe that there is only one continent, Onerola, in the world.

Inger thought for a moment.

[He kept saying he was a prophet, not guessing that I was also a person who came back 20 years later, or a person from another world, which shows the limitations of his thinking.]

Alex believes that only he can return to his past body.

But the Inger of the past is dead.

It is also a reasonable explanation that the action taken by Alex when he returned twenty years later changed Inger's life and death.

[If he knew that I wasn’t the original Inger, he would definitely be disappointed…]

No, considering the abilities of the demons in the later stages, he would not only be disappointed, but would also directly chop at me with his sword.

Inger immediately gave up the idea of ​​telling everything.

He couldn't honestly tell him, "I learned all this from reading a comic book. And you are the protagonist of the comic book, a character."

Before he knows the true structure of this world, he cannot act rashly, as he never knows what may happen.

Inger followed his logic and said, "I don't know more than you do. I only know some of the general contents. At the same time, I only know the history before you came back. Although I don't know why you have the memory of twenty years later, since you are back, history must have changed. The fact that I am still alive is the best proof."

Alex took a deep breath, "You also foresaw...your..."

Inger calmly made up a story: "I didn't have this ability before I was poisoned. Maybe it was given by the goddess. I don't know."

Alex clenched his fists and nodded vigorously: "Yes, you are still alive... I will give more people hope to survive."

Inger said, "You can do it. You will do it."

Alex looked up and saw that there was no hesitation in Inger's elegant and mysterious violet eyes, as if he was stating a fact.

【You are the protagonist, this is the meaning of your existence. 】

[You are more upright, kind, strong, and resilient than any other character, and you will not yield to any setbacks or hardships. Only you can do this in this world.]

Such terrifying persistence and indomitable courage are truly awe-inspiring.

What he said was completely opposite to what he thought.

"But I will not be your partner, and you do not need me. My father and mother are enough for now, and they must step down. A few less of us will not affect you, right?"

Alex's disappointment was written all over his face, and if he had a pair of dog ears, they would be drooping now.

Inger just coldly put the reality in front of him: "Find someone more capable of helping you achieve your goals. I sincerely wish you success."

Alex stared at him, making his hair stand on end.

Being targeted by the protagonist is really a scary thing.

As expected, Alex still said unwillingly: "I know what you are thinking. I will never force your family to go to the battlefield. It doesn't mean that you have to become my comrade-in-arms... just an ordinary friend."

【For the protagonist, friends = comrades-in-arms】

Inger refused again expressionlessly: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to be your friend."

Thirty-five-year-olds still play house with friends

Only at this moment does the protagonist behave like a child.

Those eyes, with their flickering light, seemed particularly helpless and pitiful.

"May I know why?"

"Absolutely not. We are not meant to be together."

“How can you know if you haven’t tried it?”

"Ninth Prince, stop here. Don't force me to ask you to leave."

[And this statement sounds weird. ]

For the first time, the persistent and charming protagonist fails in making friends.

Before the topic develops in a strange direction.

Inger quickly sent the guest away and "gently" reminded him: "Please disappear from my sight in the near future. If you have any problems, please consult my brother or my father and mother, not me. It has nothing to do with me."

Finally, he emphasized, "Please consider my safety."

The door closed.

Alex stared at the door handle, then put his fist to his mouth and laughed softly.

[Well, he said that I disappeared from his sight, but he didn’t say that he disappeared from mine.]

In the room, Inger fidgeted and took out another piece of paper.

He picked up the pen and put it down again.

Then veins seemed to pop out in joy on his forehead.

[Why! Hasn't he already been reborn once? ]

Without him, the protagonist can still overcome difficulties and solve everything. Not to mention the one with more experience.

This is his bad habit, obsessive-compulsive disorder and cautious nature.

Perhaps now, his goal can be raised from living longer to living well.

But he would not feel at ease if he put his fate in the hands of others, even if that person was the protagonist.

With his left hand, he caressed the rough texture of the paper and the unique grassy scent of ink in this world.

All of this was so real; this was where he existed now, and he had to treat it seriously and with caution.

He wrote down several names, added a few lines of notes next to each, and then burned them as usual.

After a moment, he called someone in.

A butler wearing silver-rimmed glasses on his nose came in and bowed respectfully: "Young Master."

"When you go out in the future, keep an eye out for news about the Ninth Prince. You don't need to ask anyone specifically. Just listen to the gossips of the maids and servants, and tell me when they are serving me. Remember, you cannot have direct contact with the Ninth Prince."

This butler was carefully selected by his parents. He looked to be in his thirties, had an outstanding appearance, was mature and stable, had rich experience, was loyal and capable.

Jason didn't show any change of expression, he just obeyed.

He helped Inger put on his coat and said, "Master, are you going out?"

Inger coughed twice, swallowing the blood stains and stomach acid that filled his throat. He showed the housekeeper the clean handkerchief that was covering his mouth.

"Come with me to the library, and have someone bring me medicine. I will read some books there."

Jason held his hand, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master, I can ask someone to send the book over."

Inger shook his head: "It's inconvenient. There are too many."

The butler was not in a position to refute, but after spending some time in the library, he finally understood what the young master meant by "too much".

In just two hours, the books around the young master had piled up into a small mountain.

At this moment, he was lying quietly on the sofa, flipping through the pages of the book skillfully and quickly with his fingers.

I read almost every line at a glance, staying on a page for only a few seconds before moving on to the next page.

Jason and the library manager were walking hurriedly, picking up and taking away books.

He quickly finished reading the book in his hand and put it aside without any attachment.

He picked up the medicine on the table, swallowed it with difficulty, and then ate a sugar cube.

He saw Jason approaching quickly and handed him another book: "Master, this is the detailed territory information of Southern Harunga and the newly revised map five years ago."

Inger rubbed his aching stomach and took the book: "Okay, thank you for your hard work. This is the last one. I will continue tomorrow. Just pack up the rest. Go and get yourself a cup of tea to moisten your mouth."

Jason was well-trained and showed no signs of fatigue. He poured Inger a cup of tea and prepared some easy-to-eat biscuits.

In the short moment it took him to prepare the tea, he had already finished reading the thick volume detailing the territory.

"Thank you." Inger said as usual.

But the crispy biscuit did not bring him any taste enjoyment. Most of his taste cells and esophagus were destroyed by the poison and are still recovering slowly.

Soon, he began to feel sleepy again.

[It is true that self-healing consumes energy. 】

"Go back." Inger said, holding his forehead.

Jason helped the pale and powerless young master up and said with a smile: "Okay."

He has been with the Young Master for more than five years, and during this time, he has witnessed all the moments when the Young Master suffered from weakness and pain.

Especially when he woke up in pain again and again at night, the blood he vomited seemed to be stripping away his original vitality layer by layer.

This poisoning seemed to have changed the young master into a different person.

The young master was still strong, pure, and humble, but he was much quieter, smiled less, and was always shrouded in a shadow of fatigue.

The culprit for all this seems to have been caught.

But as Young Master said, the Ninth Prince is very dangerous.

Being around him is never a good thing.

[Although the young master refused to become the Ninth Prince’s friend... he asked me to pay attention to the Ninth Prince and even came to the library to read these...]

Sympathy and empathy flowed through my body, but even more than those emotions was a silent, burning rage that had nowhere to go.

The second son of the Duke of Neka was born with the expectation and blessing of the whole family, and grew up in the love of everyone.

He doesn't need to inherit a title, nor does he need a political marriage, and he doesn't even need to understand the political situation. He just needs to do what he likes and live a healthy and happy life.

He, Jason, will not forgive anyone who ruins this plan.

He could see that being involved in all this was definitely not what the young master wanted.

He would do anything to protect his young master.

As he walked back, he had some cold sweat on his forehead.

Inger looked at the face reflected in the corridor window, which was gradually turning pale.

His inky black hair had grown longer, and his facial features and eye color were inherited from his father. His eyes and eyebrows were full of elegance and a tender and gentle manner that made people feel good.

[I feel a little sorry...]

Although the poisoning was not his fault, he couldn't let this body continue to be ruined.

Once he feels better, he will start rehabilitation.

Although he was a bit lazy in his previous life, he would sit down and type all day, and for the sake of his health, he would run for an hour every day.

When he was almost at the door of his room, someone rushed out.

A handsome and bright young man who looks 50% like him, with short hair and eyes and brows more like his mother's - his brother, Lanmore, heir to the Duke's family.

"Brother, why are you in my room?"

Lanmore anxiously felt his body up and down, "You! Are you okay?"

After a few quick checks, he confirmed that no limbs were missing and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Inger had several black strings hanging from his head.

The iconic blue lisianthus is in bloom again.

Inger waved his hand and left. "I'm fine. You're worrying too much. If you have anything to say, go inside and talk."

Lanmore confirmed his safety and began to nag: "The bishop said that you haven't fully recovered yet. Why are you in such a hurry to go out? It will be dangerous if you catch a cold!"

Inger glanced out the window again and realized that the leaves outside had turned red and yellow. Autumn had arrived without him noticing.

[Ten days have passed so quickly...]

"Brother, I just went to the library. The corridors in the house are also lit with hot stones."

"You don't look well. Are you tired just by walking around? Just go back and lie down!"

"...Brother, would you like to have a cup of tea before continuing..."

All in all, his successful but unlucky brother actually has a motherly personality, while their mother is more efficient.

Mrs. Karena currently shares government affairs with the Duke and is also investigating the poisoning case. Although she is very busy, she still comes to hold his hand and watch him fall asleep every night.

After all, this body is still just that of a fifteen-year-old boy.

He had read through all the territorial data of the Chune Empire today, and when he was looking up the Neka territory, he had carefully read the genealogy of this family and its various branches.

He discovered an interesting thing, he couldn't find Mrs. Karena's family lineage.

The family tree only briefly records that Karena was born into a poor noble family in a remote area and she is the only surviving bloodline.

It looked like a temporary arrangement made by Duke Pendeliga in order to marry her.