Wrong Genre! - Chapter 18.2
“But how do we get out? There’s probably a latch on the door…”
“Actually, your big brother here has escaped from a freight wagon like this once before.”
The child’s eyes went wide at Rueg’s words. But instead of adding anything, Rueg turned his head and quietly looked at the place where faint light was seeping in.
It was about five years ago.
Just after turning fifteen, Rueg’s rebellious streak would flare up from time to time, so he would grumble at both Versha and Schumann.
One day—
“Young master. If you do it like that—”
“Why do you keep interfering when I said I’d handle it myself?! Ugh, just get out of the way!”
He’d snapped at Schumann with no manners.
At the time, Versha had stared at Rueg with pupils half-dilated, then grabbed him by the collar and threw him into a freight wagon.
“I never raised you to be such a rude brat.”
“…O-Open up. I said, open up!”
“If you’re weak in body and mind, that’s when you act out. Stay there and think about what you’ve done wrong.”
At first, he’d thought there was nothing wrong with a noble getting annoyed at a servant.
But as time passed, Rueg began to understand what Versha had meant.
Because he was born into status, he needed to be even more careful with his words and actions. Even if he lashed out thoughtlessly, Rueg held power that could literally decide Schumann’s life or death.
Since he possessed that power, he needed to be careful with his actions, mindset, and words. That was what Versha had wanted to teach him back then.
But as he was going through a terrible adolescence even after reincarnating, what Rueg did was…
“You think I can’t get out just because you locked me up?!”
Instead of reflecting, he’d crazily thrown himself against the door of the wagon.
And when he rammed into a particular spot just right.
“It opened!”
The door to the wagon flew open and Rueg ran out, laughing.
…Only to be met by Versha, who was standing there with a club in her hand and a demon-like smile.
Remembering that day, Rueg couldn’t help but shudder.
“A-Anyway… I can do this.”
In truth, even after that, he’d been locked up in wagons multiple times.
It was all because he didn’t listen to Versha and rebelled. But every time, Rueg made a great escape, only to be thoroughly beaten.
So this time should be possible too.
Rueg took a deep breath and grabbed the child’s hand. He gauged the latch’s position by eye and waited for them to set the wagon in motion.
“Alright, let’s get moving!”
After some time, Mason’s voice rang out, and soon the wagon started to move with a clatter.
The problem was, Rueg expected it to move slowly, but the wagon actually picked up speed faster than he thought.
“…Uh, uh…?”
As the wagon shook violently, the child looked at Rueg anxiously.
But Rueg stayed steady, focusing only on the faint light seeping in.
There would be just one chance.
He could force it open if he pushed hard, but to avoid getting caught, he’d have to time it for when the wagon jolted the most.
Holding his breath like a beast stalking its prey, Rueg’s body was suddenly surrounded by a faint shimmer of light.
Just as the child opened his mouth in surprise at the light—
Clatter!
The wagon jolted over a rock and Rueg’s eyes went wide as he slammed his body into the door with all his might. At the same time, the glimmering light seemed to brush past him—
Crunch!
With an unbelievable sound, the wagon door broke off.
“What the hell, what was that sound?!”
Mason, who was driving the wagon, shouted irritably at the loud noise.
His mouth agape in surprise, Rueg quickly scooped up the child. Then, bracing himself on the wagon’s edge as it sped up, he jumped out without hesitation.
“Aaah! Ugh, ahhh!”
Even as he screamed, Rueg clung tightly to the child. Jumping from a fast-moving wagon was more painful than he’d imagined. It was hard to even catch his breath.
As they tumbled across the dirt, Mason’s voice rang out, shouting for the wagon to stop immediately.
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