Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy-Chapter 62: Im telling you, It wasnt me.

Festivals have always been a breeding ground for chaos and commotion.

Especially the much anticipated Grand Betrothal Festival, which could be considered the perfect stage for trouble.

The high spirits of the common folk, the intoxicated cries coupled with pleasures in the dark, dances and songs, the merchants’ fervent efforts to make a profit, vagrants aplenty, etc..

Whether it was the fervor, pleasure, or alcohol, those intoxicated roamed the streets day and night.

The Grand Ducal guard, mercenaries, and Knights were on high alert during the festivities, but naturally, some things would always pass by undetected.

Thus, multiple disturbances occurred in the Grand Duchy.

Between the 6th and 7th Street, in the outskirts, a particularly troubling event was brewing.

“This bitch–!! Can’t even bring home a single coin? You must be hiding the money from me, aren’t you, thieving wench-!!”

Thwack-!

“Ah-!”

In the slums, a bear-looking man kicked the stomach of a woman, presumably his wife.

Crash-!

Breaking past what could barely be called a front door, the woman flew, tumbling several times before coming to a stop.

“Cough....”

The woman curled up like shrimp, as her breathing became erratic.

Then, a small boy that appeared to be her son, rushed over to check on his mother.

The boy was filthy as if he had spent the day rolling in mud.

“Mom! A-Are you okay?!!”

“Cough.......Hah....Cough...M-My child....”

“Y-You fucking bastard—!! Who are you to hit my mum–!!”

The boy was about ten years old.

However, despite his young age, he cursed like a seasoned sailor as he lunged at the large man.

But his struggle was as feeble as a kitten striking a large bear.

Smack-!

“This kid is just as dumb as his whore mother, he needs to learn some things about respect.”

Clutch-!

“Arghh-! Let go–!”

The tyrant grasped the boy’s hair and lifted him into the air, and soon the world turned upside down for the boy as the man violently shook his body.

Holding his ankles, the large man began to swing him around.

As if shaking a piece of laundry.

“Hey, kid! If you drop a penny I might spare you. Otherwise, today, both you and this whore will greet God.”

With a sinister laugh, the large man held a bottle of booze in one hand as his face became flushed from the alcohol.

Kekekeke-.

He chuckled as he shook the kid, while the struggling woman managed to stagger to her feet, limping, grasping the man’s leg, pleading desperately.

“P-Please, please! D-Don’t hurt my child...! I...I’ll earn some money for you....! Just...Spare him-!”

“Heh-. Get lost, you wench!”

Bam-!

With a brutal kick to her stomach, the woman was blown away once more.

But now, she lay on the ground, unconscious.

“Mom!”

The child, witnessing his mother’s collapse, screamed and thrashed, but no matter how much he called out to her, the woman didn’t even twitch a finger.

“Serves her right, useless whore! Now, boy it’s your turn.”

Of course, no matter how much the boy was shaken, it was unlikely a coin would drop from him.

The man then raised his large fist and soon, the boy was brutally punched, unable to even muster out a scream.

Despite the crowd gathered around, witnessing this brutality, and even what seemed to be a guardsman, none moved to stop the large man.

“Hahaha-! You brat, yur gunna die over a fucking penny today! Kekekeke-!”

His cruel laughter echoed as his fists moved once more.

From the sheer size and strength the man had, should the blow connect with the frail kid’s abdomen, his insides and bones would surely be pulverized.

But even knowing this, no one intervened.

Boom-!!

With a huge explosion, the bear-looking man was hurled into the shabby house’s wall.

The wall crumbled as a curtain of dust and filth arose.

While the boy, who had been in his clutches, soared into the sky.

Such a height would surely cause a severe injury if he fell on to the ground.

But it was too late.

The distance between the onlookers and the boy was far too great.

Someone screamed just before the boy was about to hit the ground.

But suddenly, the people’s cries were silenced.

With a hush, as if the time had stopped, a hooded man moved as fast as the wind and caught the boy by his ankle.

In his free hand, black crackling magic surged.

And the boy, hanging limply from his other hand, could only look up to the face hidden within the shadow of the hood.

“Wow-!!”

“Kyaa-!!”

Shortly after.

A resounding cheer burst through the area.

**

《My kid has nothing to do with this! Please, stop hitting him! I’ll pay the money back, I swear-!》

《Hah! He’s guilty of having a poor father!》

Smack-!

《Kid? You see this promissory note? Either I get my money or you can say bye-bye to your dear father. Got it? Huh?!》

That loan shark was just about his size.

Every other day, he would come to demand money with interest by beating my mother and I.

Back then, I remembered being frightened by his massive size, the young Lee Jun-Woo couldn’t even think of resisting the beatings, he had simply accepted the world’s unfairness.

So, this must have been some sort of cosmic cruel joke.

Just as I wandered the streets looking for a chef, I ended up finding someone just like him.

I witnessed a huge man beating a poor woman and a frail child.

I encountered the very embodiment of what I despised the most.

Back then, the man looked like a giant. But now, in my eyes, this guy appeared to be utterly pathetic.

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“My Lord. If this man’s presence disturbs you, I can deal with him.”

As the crowd blocked the way I wanted to go, forcing me to also watch this scene, Rachel’s cold voice reached my ears, but I shook my head at her.

Right now, I felt the urge to test what I had learned from her.

The man’s huge stature presented a good opportunity to gather some real combat experience.

Of course, the original Elden faced many people like this man before, but those memories and experiences belonged to ‘Elden’ and not ‘me’.

“My Lord, what do you wish to do?”

Rendler’s worried voice also reached my ears, but I’d already made my choice.

I would save this kid, who was suffering like I did back then.

The best case scenario would be if a penny really dropped from the kid, ending the situation.

But things had already gone past the point of no return.

Just as the man was about to swing his fist at the kid’s stomach,

Crackling-!

I channeled my mana into my right hand and legs, as I charged towards the bear-looking man.

Boom-!!

The sensation of my fist impacting his body was clearly felt.

Right when my fist touched his ugly mug, I released the mana I had gathered, amplifying the blow.

Without uttering a single scream, the man was thrown against a shabby wall that crumbled over him.

When this happened, a single thought bounced into my mind - ‘That was it?’

I didn’t expect my blow to be this powerful.

Thud...

Another section of the wall collapsed, and amidst the rising dusk, the man remained unmoving.

Despite regulating my strength, the magic infused into the blow largely enhanced my speed and strength.

However, first things first,

I caught the kid who had been catapulted into the air.

It’s important to do things thoroughly.

“Wow-!!”

“Kyaa-!!”

The crowd cheered as I placed the child on the ground.

Stunned, he looked towards me, his face smeared with sweat and dirt.

Then, he bowed deeply.

“Th-Thank you, sir.”

That was it.

Then, he hurried to his mother’s side.

Right now, the kid’s priority was to see whether his mother was alive and well.

I wish I could have helped sooner, but unfortunately, when I arrived at the scene, the woman had just been struck.

“Oh, mom! Are you okay?! Please be okay...Mom!”

“Ugh......”

Fortunately, the child’s mother gasped painfully for air and opened her eyes.

She then caressed the back of her crying child, who was sprawled over her, with hands covered in wounds.

As I approached them, both the child and mother hastily fell to their knees.

......There’s no need for that.

“T-Thank you. Thank you so much for helping us...!”

“Thank you for saving my child...!”

I kneeled in front of them.

Then, pulling out two silver coins from my pocket, I discreetly placed them in the mother’s hand.

I made sure no one was seeing this.

In such a savage age, plundering and abusing the poor and weak was common practice.

The woman looked at me wide-eyed in shock.

“Take this.”

“Ah...?”

“This should be enough to help you escape that brute and start anew somewhere.”

“S-Sir...?”

“Make sure to hide it well.”

Just when I had risen and turned around to leave,

The child called out to me.

“P-Please, may we know the name of the esteemed noble who saved us? I swear to repay your kindness a hundredfold!”

Oh?

I had thought that this kid already had a doctorate in cursing given the roughness of this place, but his vocabulary was surprisingly polished.

In the Medieval Era, it was very rare for a child in his conditions to be this articulated.

Perhaps I had just saved a bard in the making?

At his plea, I removed my hood and turned.

There was no particular reason to hide my identity.

This hood was simply here to let me walk around in peace.

Perhaps, by revealing myself as Elden Raphelion I could wrack up some good reputation?

Of course, that might be a mere dream.

But, I wanted to try it.

To make people realize I’m not just a wastrel or a troublemaker.

Instilling fear in someone at the mere sight of me is something that gets old very quickly.

Thus, looking down at the child and the woman, I brought up my kindest, warmest, and benevolent smile.

“My name is Elden Raphelion.”

“...Yes?”

“Elden Raphelion of Raphelion County.”

Both the mother and child became awestruck by my revelation.

Then, the crowd gasped in shock.

The only ones with different expressions were Rendler and Rachel.

While Rendler cleaned his tears with a handkerchief, Rachel had a proud and content smile.

**

“It wasn’t me.”

“My Lord, apologies but it would be better if you cooperate.”

Of course, as soon as the Grand Duke’s guards arrived a little later, I had to explain over and over again that this wasn’t my doing.

“I’m telling you, it wasn’t me.”