Don't Be Kind Rashly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 77

Cedric Lambert was momentarily speechless.

Like it? Me? Like the guild affairs? Did I? I don’t know. I did enjoy drinking, meeting women, and having light-hearted romances—because it was fun.

Occasionally, watching my older brother handle guild matters from the sidelines, I’d only ever think, “If it were me, I’d do it this way.” But isn’t that something ordinary people commonly think?

It wasn’t just Cedric who indulged in futile thoughts while peering over his brother’s shoulder at forbidden responsibilities. Countless second sons of Eastern nobles were the same. All they were permitted was to bow their heads to a family and inheritance pitifully inferior to their elder brothers’.

At least he was the son of Duke Alanka, so the inheritance he received was decent enough. Yes—wasn’t that a perfectly acceptable life? Everyone envied Cedric.

“…I’ve never thought of it that way before.”

“Then start thinking about it now. Farewell.”

Lu said this and brushed past him. Ah, right. It’s time to go now. Cedric Lambert stared blankly at the monster parts list Lu had left behind, then turned around with stiff movements.

Nothing registered in his eyes. Guild affairs were important. He’d only intended to try it once, since he’d accumulated many idle ideas from watching his brother over the years—but “like” it? So work could be something one liked too.

Staggering forward, dazed by this sudden realization, Cedric walked straight ahead. A man slightly taller than him was approaching, but Cedric didn’t see him.

Unconsciously, the corners of Cedric’s mouth began to lift. Like it? Ah, I see. So I actually like this work. After the realization came a wave of joy. Just as he walked with a smile, Cedric suddenly flinched.

‘What?’

An oppressive aura prickled over his entire body, weighing him down as if a boulder had been placed upon him.

He instinctively turned his head to look back at the towering man who had just passed him. Even beneath the dim gas lamps of the harbor, the man’s light, thin coat, walking cane, and gleaming shoes caught his eye.

To Cedric, accustomed to the luxury goods favored by Eastern nobles, it was clear the man was a rare presence—one who overwhelmed others effortlessly, without even trying to appear stylish.

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