I Tried to Become a Worthless Scumbag to Break Our Engagement for His Happiness, but Instead I Was Hugged, Kissed, and Sworn Eternal Love by the Ice Knight (BL) - CHAPTER 2

Fleck sat in a carriage that moved neither fast nor slow. He peered out the window at the scenery outside.

A peaceful countryside stretched on and on. The destination was still far away. To pass the time, he opened a report on the Eastern Demonfront.

The Warthworth Territory lay in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Kamiokande. Right beside its lands sprawled an uncharted demonic frontier where no human had ever set foot.

It was a world of survival of the fittest, of violence and gluttony. The monsters there lived with ecosystems, thought processes, and means of communication utterly unlike those of humans.

They not only possessed magical power, but also the knowledge to use it—making them truly dangerous.
And whenever they had the chance, they tried to devour humans.

This was the result of weaker monsters, hunted by stronger ones, learning to crave the taste of humans.

The people of Warthworth were not ones to quietly be devoured. They had long suffered under the monsters’ attacks, and so they had grown strong. The struggle only grew fiercer.

And in time, the battle line was formed. That was the Eastern Demonfront.

The front line never retreated. But neither could it advance. Day after day, it was held and maintained, refusing to give way.

Eventually, the place came to be used to “re-educate” troublesome youths—especially noble ones.

It was a land where death waited at every step. Bloodline, pedigree, noble rank—none of that meant anything in the face of the demonic frontier.

Those who could not open their eyes to that truth died. Those who did awaken… changed.

It was a rough method, but it worked well enough that the nobles of the Kingdom of Kamiokande began sending their incorrigible heirs to the Demonfront.

If they died there, it was considered an honorable death in the capital. Thus, for noble families troubled by problem children, their reputation was not shamed but restored. Their grief, quiet and solemn, became a family teaching—Never repeat the same mistake.

Fleck, the worthless problem child cast off by Heliosphere through annulment of their engagement,
was no exception.

He too was to be sent to the Eastern Demonfront. Yet no matter how you looked at it, it was not a place for a twelve-year-old child. But there was no other compromise.

The alternative was disinheritance. His family’s mercy—and their recognition of Fleck’s abilities—chose instead to send him as a clerk.

Normally, one would begin as a common soldier, treated like a runner or servant. But Fleck was appointed a clerk who would not see the front lines. It was, without a doubt, an extraordinary privilege. Even if the east was a land where central “common sense” did not apply.

Fleck raised his head from the report he had written himself. Looking out the window, he could tell the destination was still far away.

He had read the same words over and over, and now he was bored. After all, he had written the document himself. Every typo and mistake had already been hunted down and slain long ago.

But he was tired of looking out the window, too.

Maybe I should just take a nap.

Adjusting his seat, Fleck closed his eyes. Falling asleep felt the same as always.

His thoughts drifted back to his childhood. To the days when he was still Heliosphere’s fiancé.