[Comprehensive Manga] Lord Witch

Three dreams in a row, even a normal person would feel uncomfortable.

Especially when you know that you are dreaming, but you can't control the dream, and you can't wake up.

Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that this feeling was simply terrible.

This dream is very strange.

It's like a movie is playing directly in his mind, and he is watching it from a God's perspective.

Where is the scene in front of you?

Sawada Tsunayoshi should have been at a loss, but he somehow knew the answer to this question.

This is Sicily, Italy.

The world's largest mafia, the birthplace of the Pengele family.

Surrounded by the blue sea, this small island has a warm and pleasant climate.Medieval-style buildings are scattered on the island, and wild flowers blooming on the roadside sway slightly in the wind.

'If you don't go to Sicily, it's like you haven't been to Italy: because in Sicily you can find the source of the beauty of Italy' - Gus.

Near the center of the island, there is a castle.

Surrounding the castle is a large estate.

***

"Hahaha, the Duke is good at teaching his son, and he will definitely become a big man like the Duke in the future."

The man happily tapped the white marble floor with his cane, bid farewell to the person standing on the steps, and boarded the carriage.

The horses were whipped by the coachman, and they neighed and raised their hooves to run, pulling the carriage far away, and the huge carriage wheels raised billows of smoke and dust.

The blond boy smiled and watched the carriage go away, and followed the luxuriously dressed man back to the castle.

The earl began to complain as he walked, his voice, which had been soaked in tobacco and alcohol for many years, made a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"Really, if it wasn't for that man's status in the royal family, I wouldn't bother to come out and deliver it in person."

As he spoke, the count glanced at the young man and smiled with satisfaction, causing the fat on his face to pile up.

"You performed very well today, Giotto, so you can be regarded as my successor. Well, you can go back. There are still many courses that have not been completed."

"Yes, Father." The boy replied, saluted and left.

He was walking in the spacious and long corridor of the castle, and the sunlight was projected from the window with delicate patterns and engravings on the left, which made his blond hair even more dazzling.

A few maids who sneaked in from their busy schedules gathered together and whispered as they watched his walking away, their faces blushing.

"The young master is really good-looking and has a good personality. I don't know which lady will have the luck to marry him."

"If it was me..."

"I think it might be Miss Susan. The young master didn't smile very gently at her last time, and my heart almost melted."

"Nonsense, the young master is so gentle to everyone! And the young master is still young! What's the rush!"

"That's right, that's right..."

Giotto walked all the way back to his study room, closed the door behind his back, and then fell straight into the chair, took a book in his hand, opened it and covered his face, and sighed deeply.

"Is there any trouble for you, welcome young master?" A slightly joking voice came from the window.

"Don't make fun of me anymore G, I have a headache right now." Giotto didn't move, and the voice from under the book was full of helplessness.

"Really?" The boy with red hair leaned on the window sill, and one of them forced himself in. "Hey."

"Just finished dealing with those old men?"

"Don't say that, they are all members of the royal family, so it's only natural for me to entertain them."

"Nobles are really disgusting." G leaned against the window and looked out the window.

"If possible, I don't want this identity. Although it looks noble, it's very tiring." Giotto took down the book covering his face, with a faint tiredness on his face.

His gaze flicked to G, and then he had an expression of 'lost to you'.

"If my father finds out, you will be finished."

How many times have I been told not to sneak in.

"I can't help it. The Earl doesn't welcome me, so he will definitely close the door. If it wasn't for your face, I would have been arrested."

"So you have to climb the window... How old are you, Mr. G?"

"16 years old." G smiled back at him.

Then his expression became serious.

"Sicily is not peaceful anymore. After a while, this place will become very dangerous."

"... Has it already started?"

"Yeah, I heard from my dad that many people have died in the distance, and now they are coming here, after all, it is a place where nobles live."

"War..." Giotto frowned, "I hate war."

"Did the Earl say what to do?"

"No."

G let out an extremely unhappy "tsk" after hearing this.

"Let it go...does it mean that nothing will happen as long as the army suppresses it?"

"It's no wonder there will be wars. The nobles spend too much money in the castle, while the people in the slums don't have enough to eat and wear warm..."

Giotto lowered his eyes, his face expressionless.

"Father... that person has always been like this."

Desperately cultivating yourself and pushing yourself out is nothing more than wanting to sit back and enjoy the benefits without doing anything.

He has no relationship with that man, at most it is the grace of being given life. He has never been brought up by that man, so he can have any relationship.

Giotto closed the book, stroking the cover with his fingers, feeling the fine lines on the cover.

"G, actually I have an idea..."

"what?"

Giotto opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"...You should leave first, it will be troublesome if you are seen by others, I will discuss it with my father and the Earl."

He stood up, walked towards the door, and said to G without looking back.

***

"It's nonsense!! Who made you think this way!! Who taught you?! Is it him? Is it the son of that servant, that lowly commoner?"

"Father!!" Giotto's face was full of anxiety, and he never saw a smile again. "G is my friend, please don't say that about him! Please think carefully about distributing part of the harvest from the manor to the poor in the slums!"

"If we don't give them relief and continue to exploit them, it will do us no good at all! There has already been an armed revolution against the nobles in the remote areas of Sicily! Don't you know!!"

"Snapped!"

It was the sound of glass being smashed to the ground.

The servants next to him trembled and buried their heads even lower.

The cheeks of the man in gold and silver clothes flushed with anger, he stood up, and overturned the table in front of him with good food and wine.

Giotto looked at him, trying to speak again, but was interrupted.

"I really raised you for nothing!!"

"..."

The bright red wine flowed all over the ground and slowly spread around.

"Why do you think you can get the treatment you have now?! It's because of me! It's because you are a nobleman! If you weren't a nobleman, you would have starved to death outside! Just because you are a nobleman, you should enjoy the tribute of those poor people! Because we are different!"

"People in the royal family are all admiring you now, but you, as my successor, actually think this way!!? I feel ashamed to hear it!!" The man who was honored as the earl had a hideous expression on his face.

Giotto stood quietly, listening to the man's angry yelling, and didn't make another sound.

"you……"

"……Uneducated……"

"...I really shouldn't...I..."

The man's voice echoed in the terrifyingly loud room, and when it reached Giotto's ears, it was already blurred.

It was as if everything around him had turned into distorted black shadows, and he was in the center of this darkness.

The light in Giotto's eyes slowly extinguished, he bent deeply towards the panting man, his blond hair fell down, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"That is what you say, count, my lord."

"All of this is my nonsense, please forgive my stupidity."

The count waved his hand irritably, and he retreated obediently.

Until he exited that room and walked to the garden of the castle, the lingering feeling of suffocation still remained in his chest.

Giotto looked up at the moon in the sky, only feeling bewildered.

Sure enough... Should I give up?

That kind of thinking should not exist, he should, follow the path of the Earl...

But... not reconciled.

He also has things he wants to do.

"Good evening, handsome young master."

"...!!" The sudden voice startled Giotto.

"Do you need, mad love?"

He turned around abruptly, and saw those golden eyes that were very similar to his own.

The distance was so close that Giotto could feel the boy's warm breath.

He took several steps back in shock, a little dazed by fright.

"What beautiful eyes, I like them."

The young man laughed, tilting his head to look at him.

"But it's been darkened by something."

He approached Giotto one step at a time, Giotto couldn't retreat, and his back hit the railing.

"……you!!"

The boy stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Giotto.

"—Let me come and ignite the flame hidden in the depths of these eyes."

The author has something to say:

update updatew

The memory of the first generation is here!

Second, I only know that Giotto is a descendant of a nobleman, and G is Giotto's childhood sweetheart.

I don’t know about the other official settings, so let’s regard it as a private setting here.

Of course, after being under the influence of many tutors and colleagues for so long, I can no longer tell the difference [