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Chapter 315 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 ) · Nov 11, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 301: The King Steps In ( 301 ) 2026-11-11
302 Chapter 302 302: Official Decree ( 302 ) 2026-11-11
303 Chapter 303 303: A Broken Hero ( 303 ) 2026-11-11
304 Chapter 304 304: Land of Warriors ( 304 ) 2026-11-11
305 Chapter 305 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 ) 2026-11-11
306 Chapter 306 306: Warmth and Worries ( 306 ) 2026-11-11
307 Chapter 307 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 ) 2026-11-11
308 Chapter 308 308: The Joy of Battle ( 308 ) 2026-11-11
309 Chapter 309 309: Unseen Threats ( 309 ) 2026-11-11
310 Chapter 310 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 ) 2026-11-11
311 Chapter 311 311: Wealth and Growth ( 311 ) 2026-11-11
312 Chapter 312 312: Gold vs. Paper ( 312 ) 2026-11-11
313 Chapter 313 313: The Value of True Wealth ( 313 ) 2026-11-11
314 Chapter 314 314: Treasures of the Past ( 314 ) 2026-11-11
315 Chapter 315 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 ) 2026-11-11
316 Chapter 316 316: Vows and Bonds ( 316 ) 2026-11-11
317 Chapter 317 317: Desire and Cruelty ( 317 ) 2026-11-11
318 Chapter 318 318: When Play Turns Serious ( 318 ) 2026-11-11
319 Chapter 319 319: The Fearsome Father ( 319 ) 2026-11-11
320 Chapter 320: Dinner Table Politics ( 320 ) 2026-11-11
321 Chapter 321: A Title to Bear ( 321 ) 2026-11-11
322 Chapter 322: The Heirʼs Resolve ( 322 ) 2026-11-11
323 Chapter 323: Inside Her Dream ( 323 ) 2026-11-11
324 Chapter 324: The Devilʼs Bargain ( 324 ) 2026-11-11
325 Chapter 325: Fools and Pawns ( 325 ) 2026-11-11
326 Chapter 326: Truth and Consequences ( 326 ) 2026-11-11
327 Chapter 327: The True Delegation ( 327 ) 2026-11-11
328 Chapter 328: Memories of a King ( 328 ) 2026-11-11
329 Chapter 329: Old Friends and New Feels ( 329 ) 2026-11-11
330 Chapter 330: A Bite of Trouble ( 330 ) 2026-11-11
331 Chapter 331: Maid Duties and Mischief ( 331 ) 2026-11-11
332 Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 ) 2026-11-11
333 Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 ) 2026-11-11
334 Chapter 334: Grill, Kill, and Chill ( 334 ) 2026-11-11
335 Chapter 335: Schemes and Strategies ( 335 ) 2026-11-11
336 Chapter 336: Hammers and Laughs ( 336 ) 2026-11-11
337 Chapter 337: A Dwarf, a Wyvern, and a Bottle ( 337 ) 2026-11-11
338 Chapter 338: Cheers and Chaos ( 338 ) 2026-11-11
339 Chapter 339: Speed, Skill, and Sarcasm ( 339 ) 2026-11-11
340 Chapter 340: Rise of the Predator ( 340 ) 2026-11-11
341 Chapter 341: Too Close for Comfort ( 341 ) 2026-11-11
342 Chapter 342: A Hero’s Deception ( 342 ) 2026-11-11
343 Chapter 343: Plans of Deceit ( 343 ) 2026-11-11
344 Chapter 344: Shattered Illusions ( 344 ) 2026-11-11
345 Chapter 345: Chili and Chains ( 345 ) 2026-11-11
346 Chapter 346: Javier’s Grand Scheme ( 346 ) 2026-11-11
347 Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 ) 2026-11-11
348 Chapter 348: Defiance and Discovery ( 348 ) 2026-11-11
349 Chapter 349: Traditions and Tensions ( 349 ) 2026-11-11
350 Chapter 350: Submission or Sacrifice ( 350 ) 2026-11-11

Chapter 315 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 )

Alf let out a soft sigh, rubbing his forehead.

”Haa… to think I was that young.”

Erinnete crossed her arms, glancing at the painting.

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”And Hesbeirn still looks annoying.”

Hesbeirn grinned.

”And you still look bossy even as a kid.”

Erinnete elbowed him.

Garius just smirked, but his fingers lingered on the edge of the painting.

This was a different time.

A simpler time.

But time never stops.

And neither did they.

The courtyard was quiet.

Even Giddie, sensing the weight of the moment, stayed still.

Garius let out a slow breath, then gently placed the painting aside.

He knew there was still more inside the chest.

More memories waiting to be uncovered.

And he wasnʼt done yet.

Garius lifted the chest effortlessly, his expression unreadable.

Without a word, he turned and began walking back toward his private room.

Alf, Erinnete, and Hesbeirn exchanged brief glances—then silently followed behind him.

The courtyard, once lively with Giddieʼs squawking, had fallen into silence.

Servants watched their lord walk past, sensing the shift in atmosphere.

Even Giddie, who had been so excited moments ago, simply tilted his head, as if understanding.

This wasnʼt just a chest.

This was a piece of history.

A part of Gariusʼ life before he became the powerful Count of Armand.

Garius pushed the heavy door open, stepping inside his grand yet simple private chamber.

A place where only a few were ever allowed.

He set the chest down near his desk, staring at it for a moment before taking a seat.

Alf stood to his right, hands behind his back.

Erinnete crossed her arms, leaning against the bookshelf.

Hesbeirn sat lazily on the couch, watching quietly.

They all waited.

Because they knew—

Whatever was inside that chest…

It mattered.

Garius reached into the chest and pulled out an old wooden sword.

The wood was worn, the edges dulled from countless hours of training.

He turned it in his hand, feeling the weight of the past.

Then—he smirked.

”Heh… Alf, remember this?”

Alf let out a rare chuckle, his usual composed expression softening slightly.

”Yes, my lord. The sword you used for training when you were seven… The first time you held it… and cried.”

Garius rolled his eyes but didnʼt deny it.

Alf smirked.

”Yes, a kid who thought swinging a sword was easy—until you hit your own foot and fell on your face.”

Garius ran his fingers over the faded grip of the wooden sword.

It was small in his hands now, but back then, it had felt heavy.

His fatherʼs voice echoed in his memory—words of discipline, of hardship, of strength.

Of what it meant to be a noble.

To not rely on titles, but on oneʼs own ability.

He set the sword down gently on his desk, beside the old paintings.

”Itʼs been a long road.”

Alf, Erinnete, and Hesbeirn said nothing.

Because they all knew.

They had walked that road with him.

Garius reached into the chest once more, pulling out a worn, slightly crumpled piece of paper.

The handwriting on it was terrible—messy, uneven, as if written by a child struggling to hold a pen.

He let out a nostalgic chuckle.

”Heh… remember this, Erinnete? Hesbeirn?”

Erinnete smiled, her eyes soft with old memories.

”Yes, my lord.”

Hesbeirn grinned.

”Of course. How could I forget?”

It was a contract—an agreement, written by a young Garius before he ever became the lord he was today.

A promise to take in two starving, desperate children.

Back when Erinnete and Hesbeirn were nothing but slaves—children with nowhere to go.

Back when Garius still had his family.

Before the assassination that changed everything.

Erinnete touched the paper gently.

”This was when we had nothing.”

”And yet, you took us in, gave us a place to belong.”

Hesbeirn crossed his arms, grinning.

”And now look at us. Youʼre a count. Iʼm a general. Erinnete is the head of the most feared maid unit in the kingdom.”

Garius smirked.

”Youʼre still annoying, though.”

Hesbeirn laughed.

Erinnete gazed at the paper again—then turned her eyes toward Alf.

Alf had been silent, but at her gaze, his face turned slightly red.

”And thanks to this… I found my true love.”

Alf cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably.

”Oh? Our cold, ruthless assassin getting shy?”

Alf glared.

”Shut up.”

Garius chuckled.

”Hah… Some things never change.”

He placed the contract carefully back inside the chest—because some promises, no matter how old, never lose their value.

Garius checked everything inside the chest, his fingers brushing over each forgotten piece of his past.

As he stared at them, memories flooded back—

Back to when he was just a boy, the son of a Lower Baron.

His father was a kind man.

Too kind.

A man who believed that nobility meant honor, that others would respect their title and land simply because they were noble.

A man who thought generosity and fairness were enough to keep their family safe.

But the world wasnʼt so kind.

His father was naive.

He didnʼt see how other nobles took advantage of his goodwill.

He didnʼt notice the hidden hands stealing from their wealth.

He didnʼt prepare for betrayal.

But Garius saw it.

Even as a child, he understood—

Power isnʼt given. Itʼs taken.

And if you donʼt take it, someone else will.

Garius let out a small chuckle, remembering another moment of his childhood.

The day he first met Giddie.

He had been lost in the forest.

And then, in the depths of the forest, he had found a small, pekko chick.

A bright golden bird, abandoned and weak.

Just like him.

They had survived together that time.

And from that moment on, they had never been apart.

Garius smirked, pulling out an old knife.

He turned to Alf.

”You remember this?”

Alf nodded, his expression unreadable.

”Of course, My lord.”

It was Alf who taught him how to fight.

How to hunt.

How to survive.

They hunted monsters together, selling materials and earning their own money—because even as a noble, Garius never wanted to rely on his fatherʼs.

A man who depends on others will always be at their mercy.

That was the first lesson Alf taught him.

And Garius had never forgotten it.

Then—Garius pulled out something small.

A small, ragged piece of cloth.

Old, worn, nearly falling apart.

But he knew what it was.

His first gift from Erinnete.

His mind drifted back to that day—

The day he first saw her.

A slave girl in the marketplace.

Covered in dirt, dressed in torn clothes.

Her arms wrapped protectively around her little brother, shielding him from the harsh gaze of merchants and nobles alike.

She was barely holding back tears, but she stood tall, refusing to show weakness.

A girl who had lost everything… except her will to fight.

Most nobles ignored them.

But Garius didnʼt.

He stepped forward, past the jeering crowd, past the merchants trying to sell them like objects.

And without hesitation, he bought them.

Not as slaves.

But as his people.

Garius looked down at the items in the chest one more time.

The wooden sword.

The practice knife.

The old contract.

The ragged cloth.

Each one a reminder.

Of where he started.

Of the battles he fought—not just on the battlefield, but in life.

Of the people who stood beside him.

His father had been naive, blind to the dangers of the world.

But Garius had seen them.

He had survived them.

And he had built something far greater than his father ever could.

A kingdom within a kingdom.

A region that no one could ever take from him.

Because he had already lost everything once.

He would never lose again.

( End of Chapter )

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