episode_0142

When Camilla asked if she could come in for a moment, she immediately asked me what I wanted, and I nodded.

“Please wait a moment.”

“Sure.”

Camilla finished organizing Ruthmeyer’s documents, and I personally arranged them in order so that they would not be noticed.

When I told her everything was over, Camilla followed my instructions and opened the door.

As expected, Camilla was a capable maid.

The documents were removed from the room, but the positions of the items were moved little by little to disguise the cleaning. He calmly acts as if he has done his job and even buys time.

Perhaps thanks to that, Isabella, who had just arrived, did not feel any sense of discomfort.

in between.

I spent the remaining time pretending to organize the estate papers I had left behind.

If someone was going to come visit me, they should have come yesterday.

The only person who would have come to see me would have been Arina or Claire.

But both of these things went wrong.

▶As a reward for perfect clear, Isabella, not Arina or Claire, appears.◀

This unexpected visit from Isabella itself was the effect of perfect clear.

“I will go out. Master.”

“Okay.”

Camilla left and was left alone with Isabella.

She took a sip of the tea Camilla had brewed and cried softly.

“I’m sorry. Karsein. You can blame me for this incident.”

Are you saying that you can blame yourself for something that comes out of nowhere?

If you think about it normally, it would be normal to ask about the report from Arina and the fact that there was a fight with the nobles.

Of course, there will be no change in clearing the episode because the situation at the time was taken into account with the appearance of Claire, who would know the Turmus flower well…

This is my first time hearing this too.

“What does that mean?”

You have to listen to what’s being said to understand it.

I asked Isabella directly.

Then, Isabella added, holding my hand tightly.

“It’s all my fault. I brought you here without even remembering what happened… I haven’t changed at all since then and now, and I ended up hurting you again.”

With those words, an object reaches me from Isabella’s hand.

The corners of my eyes suddenly twitched. It’s probably obvious who caused this to happen.

‘…a useless thing.’

It was quite an object that was pleasing to the eye.

Before leaving the Duke’s residence. This is because it was the broken picture frame that showed the memorial.

What does it mean that this frame ended up in Isabella’s hands?

Even though I had clearly told Heron to take care of it, the fact that it came back to me with the crumpled part put back in like that means that Heron definitely brought it up.

Just like the memories of Karssein that I glimpsed through the memorial.

“This happened because I saw you differently from other daughters and had a certain amount of prejudice. So… I decided to just move on and not draw a family portrait this time. You can’t hurt the same person twice.”

What did I hear just now?

I can’t hurt you twice, so I’m going to move on without drawing a family portrait this time?

A sore body began to rise inside me.

It was still worth overlooking the fact that Isabella had noticed what had happened.

No matter how things progressed, it was just something I had to endure. After all, it’s part of an episode that takes place before the Eastern Noble Meeting.

However, as the image of the person who was reluctantly trying to accommodate my convenience is overlapped before my eyes, I feel like my stomach juices will flow back at any moment.

I couldn’t hold back and spoke out of anger.

“No. There is no need for that.”

“…What?”

“Why are you throwing this good day away just because of me? Shouldn’t we just proceed as is?”

okay. If you think about it, there is nothing to feel bad about.

The best I can do is a family portrait.

All that matters is that my image is included in the picture.

There is no need to create an unpleasant situation where things like that overlap.

It’s okay if the opportunity to take family photos isn’t ruined just because of me like I did then.

“Let’s proceed with the portrait schedule.”

“What? But then you…”

“It’s an old memory. I don’t know what you were thinking of when you came here, but I don’t remember. It seems like it’s been a while, so why miss out on this opportunity? Even though the weather was this sunny and there was such a beautiful backdrop of cherry blossoms?”

“…”

“I’ll just say it out loud. It doesn’t bother me at all. It wouldn’t matter if I drew a portrait like this, but it would bother me more if a good day like this was ruined by something from the past that I can’t quite remember.”

Isabella hesitated for a moment and looked like she was thinking about it, and then she asked me again.

“Really, are you okay?”

“Yes.”

I have never asked for such convenience.

If you receive any kind of disgusting consideration, it will only cause you a lot of irritation.

“How can I buy new clothes that are dirty? Please proceed with the portrait schedule as is.”

So let’s take it the other way.

Let’s just accept what these families want.

Because I really like your favor.

Then Isabella held both my hands tightly and smiled faintly.

“Really… you have grown up reliably. Carcein.”

Isabella said that even if I didn’t remember what happened, it didn’t change that it was her fault and that she was sorry.

And said thank you.

I tried to hide my laughter and thought to myself.

‘There is no need to be sorry or thank you. princess.’

Even so, this matter will be completely erased from your mind.

Just like it has always been.

-Tiring!

▶The conditions hidden in Episode IV have been met.◀

▶Hidden episode. Cleared the newly filled portrait.◀

▶Confirmed rewards will be paid!◀

■Compensation

▶Isabella’s intimacy increases.

[Intimacy value: 65%→68%]

▶The nobles who were threatening Karssein have become intimidated, and the risk in the eastern cherry blossom outing area has decreased.

[Risk level change: Risk → Warning]

…

…

Although other rewards were popping up all over the place, they didn’t really catch my attention as I was trying to calm down the nausea that had risen up to my esophagus.

***

After Isabella came, the portrait schedule, which should have been stopped, went ahead without change according to my will.

Busy preparations were made.

At a family dinner, Claire and Flora seemed quite surprised that Isabella drew a portrait as soon as she heard her words, and Arina. I thought there would be a lot of fuss, but I guess Isabella had something to say, so she stayed quiet.

The day flies by just like that.

Claire couldn’t wear clothes that were already dirty, so she prepared new clothes to wear.

Flora was very observant when we saw each other, and Arina, on the other hand, was the one who noticed me.

After a day, I immediately created a composition and painted a portrait at the artist’s request.

It had to feel the same way when taking family photos, but unlike before, it went ahead without me missing or ruining the place.

Other family members didn’t really tackle me either.

However, Heron and Shayden, who were watching me, had puzzled expressions on their faces.

The remaining time is a face-to-face meeting with nobles.

A place for nobles to compete and cooperate with each other at the Eastern Noble Council.

In addition, we continued the normal itinerary that was carried out in the game, such as a spring outing with food, viewing cherry blossoms, or simply taking a walk.

Since the Duke of Bagland moves at once, the time spent there is from half a day to half a day. Then, when I return to the hotel, I spend half to half a day holding papers and a pen.

It was like this all day for several days.

and.

When this schedule ended, there were about two days left until the Eastern Noble Meeting.

“Hang these portraits here.”

“Yes. Okay!”

The duke’s servants who follow Isabella’s instructions.

They were busy changing the duke’s paintings.

If you turn your head slightly, you will see a large family portrait taken this time hanging in the main hall.

Not only that, but the walls and picture frames in the Duke’s House were all covered with newly drawn portraits. Even expensive paintings by artists were completely replaced.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I saw my face, which I had only seen in the mirror, displayed here and there.

“I was anxious about how I could ruin this outing. This time, though, I didn’t get any more crazy. Carcein.”

Meanwhile, Arina approached me.

Well then.

I was wondering when this bitch would come back to me, but it seemed like it was now.

“Still, there may be room for consideration for my actions in relieving my mother’s worries. I’ll let this matter pass. However, if you do something that lowers the prestige of Bagland again, I will take away your authority without hesitation. Even if the symposium starts in a few days.”

Arina pointed her finger at me and warned me.

“Qu.”

“Are you smiling?”

“No. I finally came to my senses. okay. The symposium hasn’t started yet.”

I never thought that if I felt like my awareness was a little broken, I would come and get it back.

Really, I feel like I have to thank Arina again and again.

“Yes, yes. I’ll be careful. I also shouldn’t sprinkle ashes on the finished rice. But, did you hear that? Hemnon was recently excommunicated from the Count Modric family.”

“Excommunicated? What does that mean?”

“Ah. I guess you didn’t hear the news? Tsk tsk.”

Arina frowned.

“Don’t bring up unrelated topics. You are now in a position where you are being criticized. And that too in relation to something that could have harmed the family.”

“Kuh, haha!”

Even if I try, I can’t.

okay. What use are all those portraits and family photos?

“That’s right. There’s no relationship whatsoever. Because I’m not worthy of being a duke in the first place.”

“Huh. Karsein. What on earth do you want to talk about now?”

“I just said something extremely correct. After all, I am a beggar from a slum who has no dignity or prestige. Just like Hemnon said.”

“What?”

Cold blood penetrates deep into my entire body.

I held back the laughter that kept coming out and went back to my room.

Now that I’ve gone out of the Duke’s house.

A very small change occurred in my room.

“Heron or Shaden. Tsk. You always do useless things.”

A picture frame placed on the table.

Inside, there was a picture of the Duke and Duchess gathered together under the refreshing spring sunlight and light pink cherry leaves.

“No. Isn’t that really the case?”

Shock.

I took out the portrait from behind the frame and started tearing it apart with my hands.

Neatly. Clean again.

I only removed what needed to be cut out.

“Yes. This is right.”

Because I am not your family.

It’s right that it should be cracked like before.

For them.

And for me.

We must be separated from each other like in that broken picture frame.

– Fighting. Tuk.

Carcein’s torn face was buried deep in the trash can.

***

Same time.

Someone opened their eyes in a dark place.

“When will you wake up? This pig bastard.”

“Ugh, uh…?”

“Oh, are you finally coming to your senses?”

“Well, what is it? Who are you… no, why am I tied up here!”

Hemnon opens his eyes to a mysterious voice.

He struggled when he realized that his body was tied to a wooden chair.

“Fu, solve it! I am Hemnon Modric of the proud Count Modric! How dare you do this to me…!”

At that moment, a fist goes into the solar plexus.

Hemnon bent down without even making a sound due to the force that took his breath away.

“This idiot trampled on my plans. Why am I so angry?”

“Cough, Cough! What is that…!”

A hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed hold of Hemnon’s chin.

What was reflected in Hemnon’s eyes was an eerie glow.

Hemnon, who should have been screaming for relief right away, fell into a cold sweat and fell silent.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

“Thanks to you, Karssein keeps losing his footing. huh? So my plan went completely wrong.”

“Plan…?”

“Yes. A plan to get him out of the duke family. That means it’s broken now.”

It was an incomprehensible sound, but all Hemnon felt as he looked into those eyes was one emotion.

fear.

It was fear of that man.

“, please release this first. I don’t know what I did wrong, but I will compensate you. So─”

“The reward was, fuck, you complete the mission!”

-Phew!

“Keu, kkeuhaaahhh!!!

Unlike the previous sound of a pig being slaughtered, a deep scream echoed through the basement.

Along with an eerie voice, fresh blood from a deep stab wound is flowing from his thigh.

However, paradoxically, it was only then that Hemnon came to his senses.

“Did you really think it was him?”

If that’s the case, I understand.

Sudden excommunication too. The situation of being brought here.

Deepening fear.

Hemnon became impatient and began to pray.

“Sin, sorry! I know what you asked me to do! The plan was to somehow get that bastard Karssein to be misunderstood by the duke and return to the duke’s residence to receive a probation order! Ha, but for some reason, the Marquis of Ipheros became attached to Ruthmire as an assistant. This was unexpected…!”

“Your tongue is dirty. This little pig. In one word, it means it failed. You can’t ruin even a trash fief called Ruthmire. Huh?”

“Well, that is…”

“Was it that difficult? All we have to do now is to take food, clothing, and shelter one by one from those who can’t use any power, and slowly take away their land. You voluntarily tried to take on this task, even threatening me by asking why I couldn’t do it even though it was the easiest task. Why is that guy like that?”

As the saying goes, it would not have been strange if someone took on this task, but Hemnon took on this task because he coveted Ruthmire’s land.

But what is the reality?

I failed miserably and was brought here.

“Well, that’s okay. Since Count Modric doesn’t know about this anyway, the news is spreading that only you were excommunicated. It won’t be difficult to deal with.”

“Well, processing!”

Being told to deal with it is no different from death.

There have always been those who failed their mission, and no one has escaped this punishment.

Hemnon, who was scared, began to struggle and beg.

“Give me one more chance! This time the bastard attends a meeting of Eastern nobles. If it were me, wouldn’t I know a lot about Ruthmeyer…? If we somehow cause division within ourselves again…”

“I, Mr. Loudly.”

“Big hug drama…!”

When he shows his discomfort, the man guarding nearby puts a gag on Hemnon’s mouth.

“eup, wow! Eupeup!”

“Handle it cleanly. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Eup! Whoop! Wow! Ugh!”

Here, the name Hemnon Modric was completely erased.