When Lulakâs servant had just found Viese, Viese was just getting on the carriage to return to the mansion.
He was having a social gathering outside and was on his way to the Lordâs office to confirm a ridiculous word he was heard.
"My father looking for me?"
"Yes, thatâs right..."
However, the servant who delivers the words looks strange.
Avoiding the eyes and blurring the words, something is bound to happen.
"Thatâs great! I had something to ask too."
Viese murmured in the carriage heading to the mansion.
After arriving in front of the office, Viese hid his discomfort and knocked, then entered the office.
"Father, I heard you were looking for..."
Viese, who had just finished greeting, found his son Belsach standing alone in front of the table.
"Belsach? Whatâs wrong with your arm..."
A white bandage was wrapped around his sonâs arm, which was fine until he left the mansion in the morning, and a splint sticking out from under his hand.
"Father, whatâs going on?"
âsit down."
Lulak answered the question with an order.
As Viese sat on the chair next to Belsach, Lulak said in a stern voice.
"Belsach, do you understand your fault?"
Belsach was silent, just bowing his head down.
It was a stubbornness not to admit his wrongdoing.
Lulak chocked his tongue at the sight of such a grandson.
And looking at Viese, the. said.
"Belsach hit Florentia with a wooden sword. Thanks to him, sheâs lying in the hospital with her nosebleed and passed out. As a father, you tell me."
Only then did Viese, who had a rough idea of the bandage and situation on Belsachâs arm, answered without showing any remorse.
"What happened to Belsachâs arm?"
"It was because the Shananetâs twin trying to protect Florentia."
âso where are they now? Since they made Belsachâs arm like that, arenât they supposed to be here apologizing to Belsach?"
On the other hand, his tone of rebuttal was quite different from usual.
Vieseâs voice, which he couldnât even talk back to his father, was filled with anger.
Lulak was speechless at the sight.
Even the desire to scold has disappeared.
There was a certain amount of anticipation.
No matter how self-indulgent Viese is, he must know how to learn his sonâs fault.
But Lulak was disappointed again this time.
Rather than worrying about his son, he could only find a vigorous appearance as if he would punish the twins.
Lulak, looking at his eldest son with cold eyes, said to Belsach, who stood between his father and grandfather.
"What you did today is totally unacceptable, Belsach. Whatever you think, Florentia is your cousin and a member of Lombardy. And in Lombardy, my words are law."
Belsachâs very tense shoulders flinched.
He thought heâd to say he didnât hit Tia with a wooden sword as the twins said, he just hit her in the face with a leather ball, but he shut his mouth again.
It was because he thought heâd get in more trouble if he protested like that now.
"The last time I told you to stop ignoring or harassing Florentia. Do you remember?"
"...Yes."
Belsachâs voice became even smaller.
Fortunately, there is no resentment like his father did.
Lulakâs anger faded slightly from his eyes.
"Because of your actions against my word, today your father will pay Florentia a huge amount of compensation."
"...Father!"
Viese cried out in tears, but Lulak didnât even look at him.
"Also, Belsach, you are prohibited from approaching Florentia in the future. Until there are other words from me."
"He is prohibited? Just because the children have a little argument with each other."
Viese raised his voice.
"Are you against my judgment now?"
Lulakâs voice was lowered.
Only then did he shut up, but his eyes were still full of complaints.
"Get out."
Lulak ordered Belsach to leave.
Belsach, who drooped his shoulders and looked at Viese once, left the office helplessly.
No employees were coming and going in the quiet hallway.
As he moved away from the office, his gloom gradually disappeared, and Belsach felt anger.
"This is not fair!"
Sheâs only got a little nosebleed!
I broke my arm!
Belsach rolled up his fist and squeezed it.
Grandfatherâs cold gaze kept popping up.
"Itâs all because of her. Because of that girl... Argh!"
Just around the corner, Belsach tripped over something that popped out.
Kudang!
As he fell, his broken arm hit the wall, and Belsach was too sick to scream.
"Oh, my God. It must be hurt."
There was a voice of laughter.
"Well, you donât look too sick."
Standing in front of Belsach on the floor were Gilliu and Mayron.
"Hey, Belsach. Does the broken spot hurt a lot?"
Belsach was so frightened that he couldnât answer and nodded.
Then, the wooden sword that Mayron was holding suddenly pointed under Belsachâs neck.
"Heeks!" Belsach shrugged heavily at the cold touch beneath his chin.
"A broken arm hurts so much. What about a leg with thicker bones?"
As Gilliu leaned down and whispered, Mayronâs sword moved accordingly to the shin of Belsach.
"Ha, donât do that! Iâm... Iâm sorry!"
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"Thatâs right. Itâs Tia you have to apologize for, right?"
The twins were about to grab Belsach by the collar and take him to Florentia.
Belsach said with a tremor.
"My grandfather told me to stay away from the bitch, no Florentia! So, I canât even apologize..."1
It was a very clumsy excuse somewhere, but the twinsâs faces brightened up.
It was because they liked that Belsach could not come near Florentia.
"Yeah, thatâs great."
"Stay away from our Tia."
"Listen to grandfather."
The twins giggled among themselves as if they had heard a funny joke.
But thatâs also for a while.
Mayron said as he tapped Belsachâs shin with the end of the wooden sword.
"If you donât listen to him, hereâs next."
"I"m here."
Gilliu said, kicking the opposite shin with his toes.
"Oh, I see..."
Belsach nodded quickly.
"Then get well soon, cousin?"
Gilliu greeted Belsach by deliberately hit his injured arm.
"Ugh!"
The sound of Belsachâs groaning and the twinsâs laughter mixed together in a quiet hallway.2
* * *
At the same time, in the residential office.
Belsach went out and the inside was engulfed in silence.
Lulak had already begun to look at the documents as if Viese did not exist in this space, and Viese was feeling more humiliated by this.
He shook his head, his trembling hands clenched into fists and said.
"Not only do you punish me, but you also punish my son too?"
Lulakâs eyebrows, which were about to be signed, wiggled once.
"What do you mean?"
"I know everything. You changed the Lombardy Scholarship meeting to the day I took Belsach into the Palace."
The news was the reason why Viese was returning to the mansion.
Lulak did not deny it.
As a result, Vieseâs voice rises.
"You canât ignore me like this. My rank as the eldest son falls. So is it Gallahanâs work?"
"Gallahan?"
Lulak raised one eyebrow to the name of the third child that popped out of nowhere.
"Youâve given him a boost to that ridiculous clothing store. Youâre ordering clothes for useless employees."1
"What! A ridiculous clothing store. Did it look like that to you?"
"Itâs just a clothing store for the common people. Anyone can do that much. And yet my father sided with Gallahan. I know youâre trying to punish me."3
So thatâs enough for him to say.
Lulak burst into a laugh and said.
"If itâs so easy, you should try it, Viese. Get out of this family fence and make your own achievements as much as youâre ever done."
Viese trembled at the word of blatantly comparing himself and Gallahan.
"Youâre so mean, Father. I canât believe it! Am I offended you, father? You just donât like me being close to the Imperial Family, right?"2
"Viese."
"My father didnât empower me, as the eldest son, if I didnât do this to borrow the power of the Imperial Family then what else!"
Now, even the reason for being close to the Empress was attributed to Lulak.
Lulak, who was still listening to his sonâs pathetic story, put down the flag pen he was holding and said.
"Say it for sure. Have you ever had a drink with Jovanes? You are not close to the Imperial Family, you are close to Angenas. "
"Well, thatâs..."
"And thatâs your greatest sin."
Lulakâs index finger was pointing to Viese.
The voice became lower and the surrounding air seemed to get heavier.
"It is your sin that you dare to let Angenas show interest in our Lombardy work."
Viese, who had been arguing vigorously a little while ago, suddenly felt a cold sweat flowing behind his back.
It was because he realized that his father was very angry now.
"How dare you, Angenas."
Lulak stared at Viese.
At this moment, Viese was not his son.9
Just a member of stupid Lombardy who defamed the family.
Viese stepped back half a step without realizing it.
"Before taking away the Brownsâs land like a fox, they wandered around the Barren Western part of the country, those bastards who only knew how to cling to their lineage."
"Oh, Father..."
Viese tried to apologize.
He tried to relieve his fatherâs anger even by kneeling down and begging for his hands.
But his body was stiff and he didnât even feel like it.
Lulak, who was shooting out terrible anger, called Viese.
"Viese."
"Yes, Lord."
"Donât make me take what you have in your hand now."
Vieseâs chest sank harder than ever.
Although he was the eldest son, all that was given to Viese now was given by his father.
Being able to take everything away from himself with a word at any time. With one gesture, it was Lulak Lombardy who could kick himself out of Lombardy.3
"And this Lombardy Scholarship banquet is your choice. All you have to do is send your wife and Belsach to the Palace. You choose whether youâre at the Palace or the banquet."
Vieseâs eyes shook.
Already, the Empress knows that he is bringing Belsach.
If he disappointed her expectations and attends Lombardyâs banquet, everything he has accumulated may gone.
But at the same time, his father seemed to have bones in his words.
After standing there for a while and dithering, Viese bowed and left the office.
Lulak, who seemed to keep looking at the documents without paying attention, sighed deeply at the sound of the door closing and dropped the documents.
Just a moment ago, where did the angry face who pushing Viese go?
He looked at the door where his son had left with a complicated look.