Chapter Index

    The Bertain family listened to the explanation.

    “… … ”

    “… … ”

    Gerald looked dumbfounded at the unbelievable information.

    Clavel for some reason turned pale and trembled.

    “So… what do you want from us?”

    Natia opened her mouth cautiously.

    Because my arm was twisted, I was desperately trying to keep an eye on Elin.

    “What are you telling me to do?”

    “… … Then?”

    “Even if the Duke returns… No, he’s not a Duke anymore. Even if Kalchad returns, don’t be stupid and stick to him.”

    Elin gave a sinister look.

    “If you don’t want to die.”

    “… Okay, I understand.”

    Natia forced the corners of her lips to rise.

    Deep inside, I regretted it deeply.

    If it had been such a simple matter, there would have been no need to get upset… .

    Of course, regretting it didn’t bring back my damaged arm that was useless.

    “Then I think you understand, so that’s it… .”

    Luke got up slowly.

    I don’t think staying here would be good for Elin’s feelings.

    “Wait a minute.”

    But Ellen grabbed Luke by the collar.

    “Why are you like that?”

    “Why?”

    “?”

    Luke was puzzled to see that the same question he had asked was being asked back to him.

    “Why are you like that?”

    Ellen wasn’t talking to Luke.

    With strides.

    Elin walked to the bed.

    “Tak,” he says, and grabs Clavel’s wrist.

    “Ji, ji, ji, really… it was real… .”

    Clavel was shaking as if an earthquake had hit her body.

    Elin frowned.

    He turned his head to Natia.

    “Was it like this originally?”

    “No, that’s never happened… Clavel. Why are you like that… ?”

    Natia was also embarrassed.

    Clavel’s injury was to his back, not his head.

    This means that up until now, conversation has been possible without any problems.

    “Clavel. Look here.”

    “Oh, no. I don’t care… I didn’t know… … .”

    Whether Natia calls or not.

    Clavel muttered to himself like a madman.

    Eventually, Ellen took drastic measures.

    Crack-!

    Clavel’s head turns with a cool crack.

    The muttering suddenly stopped.

    “… !”

    Elin, whose cheek had been slapped, hesitated and stepped back.

    It wasn’t because I was sorry.

    It’s so refreshing, cool, and thrilling.

    I felt like I was becoming addicted to the taste of revenge on those who looked down on me and bullied me.

    Luckily, I didn’t have to get slapped again.

    “I, I have nothing to do with the devil… .”

    It was because Clavel, crushed by fear, had regained his senses.

    “What are you talking about? Speak properly.”

    Ellen’s hair stood on end.

    I never thought Clavel would know the devil.

    Why am I the only one who is getting numb and doing this?

    “Ah, when my father took the next class… .”

    Clavel cringed at the murderous gaze.

    He fumbled and started talking about his next class.

    – Clavel, let me tell you about our family traditions.

    Before the next house selection competition begins.

    Calchad, who thought that Clavel would be the next owner, told Berthain all of his secrets.

    -… … Are you joking right now?

    -I guess I look like the kind of person who would make a bad joke.

    -Oh, no. That’s not it… .

    -It’s all true. And it’s the karma you have to bear from now on.

    Carl Chad enforced tradition.

    After starting a family and giving birth to the youngest child.

    Elin is killed and the curse is passed on to the next generation… the ‘Berthain tradition’.

    Clavel was shocked by the dark side of her family that she had never imagined.

    – All it takes is one sacrifice. Just ignore one person’s misfortune and you can gain everything for your family.

    I was shaken by the word ‘everything’.

    Wasn’t there a long time when you were tormenting Elin?

    Yeah, if you just keep doing what you’ve been doing until now… .

    Clavel couldn’t overcome his greed.

    In the end, he gave up in the next housewarming contest.

    -It’s because of you. All my plans went awry because of you incompetent bitch!

    Before Carlchad leaves.

    He gave a cold rebuke to Clavel, who had just regained consciousness on the sickbed.

    -How did we get here? If we just go a little further, we’ll reach the family’s secret garden…!

    Clavel thought he was going to die that day.

    Because Carl Chad exploded with such fierce anger that he could make such a mistake.

    -That’s a piece of trash. Leo should have inherited the family.

    But Calchad gave him a look of contempt and left.

    Since things have come to this, he said he has no choice but to fulfill his family’s secret wish on his own.

    “What is the secret wish of the family?”

    Ellen tilted her head.

    I have never heard of Bertain or Gernom having a family secret garden.

    “… … Continental Domination.”

    “What?”

    “Just like the 2nd generation lord did, he will use the devil to seal the emperor and rule the continent… … .”

    “Ha.”

    Ellen let out a hollow laugh.

    Dominating the continent.

    It’s a childish idea that only a clueless teenager would come up with.

    That’s the family’s secret wish.

    Are you saying that the youngest of Bertains suffered to achieve something like that?

    Ellen exploded with anger.

    Crack-!

    “!?”

    Gerald was hit in the cheek while standing still.

    It was so sudden that I just blinked.

    “You’re the only one who didn’t get it right.”

    “No… ….”

    “I’m glad it ended with a slap.”

    Gerald felt a surge of resentment for a moment.

    “… Thank you.”

    I nodded obediently after seeing Natia and Clavel’s appearance.

    Wouldn’t it be better to have a swollen cheek than a crushed arm or total paralysis?

    Even Clavel was paralyzed from the waist down and was even hit in the face.

    When Gerald was having the twisted thought that it was fortunate that he only got slapped.

    “Teacher. I think I should contact the palace too.”

    “I am not in a position to approach the royal family so carelessly… … .”

    Elin and Luke talked with serious expressions.

    The purpose of Kalchad, who summoned Gernom, is to seal the Emperor.

    Just like when Bertha was locked in a cave hundreds of years ago.

    So, he endured the humiliation of having his head exploded at Gernom.

    “We definitely need to increase our defenses.”

    We must abandon the complacent thought that we will regain all our strength and return to the imperial palace.

    Gernom is a demon who defies common sense.

    Because Carl Chad is a madman who summoned such a demon.

    They might attack the imperial palace any day now.

    Luke took out a piece of long-distance communication paper.

    “I don’t really want to contact you, but… .”

    A situation where I want to borrow Rudy’s hand.

    Luke wrote the letter with as little personal feelings as possible.

    * * * * *

    I left the mansion, leaving the Bertain family in a state of shock.

    Twinkle- twinkle- twinkle-

    How long has it been since you contacted me?

    The long-distance communication paper was blaring like crazy.

    “Shouldn’t you be watching it?”

    “That’s true, but I’m a little scared.”

    “Who are you?”

    Ellen tilted her head.

    There’s only one person Luke has ever avoided contacting.

    When asking Aurora for help in the North.

    Is the person who contacted you just that crazy?

    “This is the president of the Academy.”

    “… Huh?”

    “I’m a little sorry for ignoring your contacts for so long.”

    Luke also has a conscience.

    I blocked all contacts because they were annoying me.

    When you’re in a hurry, isn’t it like you’re sneaking over and asking for help?

    “Huh… When I’m done with work, I guess I should do you at least one favor.”

    Luke steeled himself and unfolded the long-distance communication paper.

    It was a meaningful statement from the start.

    Was it really too much to ask?

    Luke continued reading nervously.

    The president readily accepted.

    With huge conditions attached.

    Luke tried to roll up the long-distance communication paper.

    I was startled.

    There is no video function on the long distance communication paper.

    How did you know?

    Words that praise and guilt prick the conscience.

    Luke thought for a moment and then carefully wrote down his answer.

    The president who bites hard.

    Luke hit his head.

    “Why?”

    “You got hit.”

    “… Huh?”

    “A new job has been created.”

    “… … ??”

    The president had been aiming for this from the beginning.

    1. Present ridiculous conditions.

    2. Lower the conditions and make them seem reasonable.

    3. The person who was thinking of rejecting accepts the offer on much better terms than before.

    I was caught up in a simple negotiation technique called!

    To think that they would go to such lengths to make Luke a professor.

    As expected, it wasn’t for nothing that he was appointed president.

    The president was shocked by the two-year extension to his contract.

    “… Well, I guess there’s no need to worry about the capital.”

    It is no exaggeration to say that all talented people come from the academy.

    If the president were to truly call together the graduates, the defense of the Imperial Palace would be sufficient.

    “Hmm… You’re a professor?”

    Ellen poked Luke with her quill.

    “Yes.”

    “Then there must be a lot of girls?”

    “That’s right… …I don’t like children, Your Majesty.”

    A misunderstanding that has already occurred countless times.

    Before I could even finish my sentence, the negativity started pouring out.

    “What does it matter? The kids will like you. You’re popular.”

    “It is not rational popularity.”

    “You don’t know, right? And… .”

    Chorus.

    Ellen tugged at Luke’s leash.

    “If you become a professor, you are no longer my only teacher.”

    Blue eyes met right in front of my nose.

    The possessiveness is bubbling as if it will overflow at any moment.

    If this continues, I might be locked up again.

    Luke felt a sense of crisis.

    I just spat it out as it came.

    “I’m not going to call you teacher my whole life.”

    “… … Huh?”

    “Won’t the title change in the future?”

    But since I quit being a tutor, the title of teacher was not appropriate.

    It was a statement that could easily be misunderstood.

    “… Title?”

    Ellen’s thoughts naturally flowed like this.

    I don’t like being called teacher because it makes me feel distant.

    When we think of our future, wouldn’t it be better to use a more affectionate title?

    If you think about raising children later, it’s a bit more like a couple… .

    “… … !”

    The hairs on my head stood on end.

    “I didn’t know that the teacher was so serious about drawing the future.”

    “… … Yes?”

    “Okay, I don’t have time right now, so let’s think about it together later. What should I call it?”

    “Wait a minute. I think there’s a misunderstanding.”

    It was only then that I realized something was wrong.

    But it was already too late.

    Luke still had the ability to bring disaster upon himself.

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