TLed by NolepGuy
Chapter 249
In the Original Work, Mikhail’s Mother died.
She abandoned her child, carrying a Swelling Dream.
She made the decision to part ways in order to live a slightly better life. She didn’t completely abandon Mikhail, as she later awakened to Maternal Love.
Perhaps she made a Promise to come back and find him.
Mikhail’s Mother went to look for the Biological Father. She sought out the man who shared passionate love with her and then suddenly disappeared.
Because The Man, who never responded to countless Letters, finally replied. Following the conditions set by the Biological Father, Mikhail’s Mother abandoned Mikhail and went to him alone.
-…Just wait until I get settled.
She believed in the indefinite Promise of waiting.
To hide her Social Status, she was treated like a Maid in the estate, her meetings with him dwindled, and the persecution continued.
As if urging her to leave on her own accord.
It was a cycle of Neglect and oppression.
One day, Mikhail’s Mother learned her fate from a single line in the Newspaper.
-The Master of the Western Canal.
The eldest son of the Wolfgang Marquis Family announced his marriage…. He expressed Honor in joining with the Daughter of a Noble Family….
The outcome of the Mother’s choice to abandon her child was a Cold Warning and a few coins in her hand, telling her not to show herself.
-Pack your things and get lost right now.
-…How could you do this?
-Don’t call me that. I’m different from you.
-You said you loved me…! You said you’d stay with me until the end, that you’d try to convince your Household.
-Pfft… Me?
-Please, don’t do this. Do you know what kind of choice I made because of you?
-You should choose your words carefully. I didn’t force you, did I? And I’ve never had a wife like you. Don’t act close to me. It’s not like you came here to ruin the future of someone successful…
-Our child…. Can’t you at least do something for Our Misa…! I’m fine, so at least Our Misa…
-Misa? Ha…
-At least take her in as an adopted child. She’s smart and will surely be of help to you….
-Hey, that’s not my child. It’s the child you gave birth to. A child born of a Commoner Woman.
-Let go!
-Don’t ever show yourself in front of me again. Don’t spread strange Rumors anywhere. If you do anything foolish, I’ll kill both you and your child. Keep that in mind.
A Bleak Story.
A story of a Lady deceived by the sweet words of a Noble. A story of a woman who fell victim to Deception to erase any aftereffects, that was the story of Mikhail’s Birth Mother.
In the Novel, Mikhail reunited with his Birth Mother. It wasn’t a touching Reunion, but a chance encounter.
Mikhail’s Mother kept searching for Mikhail, and eventually, they met, leading to their Reunion.
Of course, the Outcome was.
-I’ve never had a Mother like you.
-…
-You abandoned me when I needed you the most, and now you’re trying to act like a Parent? Is it because I’ve become successful? You made a Promise to come, yet you left me waiting my entire life, and now you want to live as my Mother?
Mikhail coldly ignored his Birth Mother.
He expressed his sadness and Resentment.
He vented his anger.
His Mother collapsed to the ground, crying.
Their Reunion in the Novel ended with him telling her never to come back, but Mikhail’s Mother burned with her last Maternal Love and ended her life.
She died saving her child, who was about to be killed by his Biological Father, by taking his place.
I didn’t want to recall the detailed story. Since I’m someone far removed from gloomy thoughts, I didn’t want to think about a Bleak Story, and I didn’t want to use my brain when there was still plenty of Time left.
“…”
I thought that way, but to think we’d meet here. How ironic.
I looked into the eyes of the Little Kid, who was panting, with a cold expression. While I knew it was meaningless to hold a grudge against a child, in the Novel, this Little Kid darkened and killed many people, so I couldn’t hold good Emotions toward him.
He’s still an innocent child for now, but knowing how Mikhail would change after destroying the Household, I couldn’t grow fond of him.
‘Hmm.’
I know how deeply the Wolfgang Household is tied to the Underbelly.
Bribes and Petitions to seize power.
I knew as a Possessor how the Household grew by doing all sorts of cruel deeds.
‘I don’t know.’
I let out a small sigh and looked at the panting Young Lady.
“Young Lady.”
“Wait.”
The Young Lady was counting numbers with her fingers.
“One Long Head. Two. Three. Four.”
Looking at the Knights armed with swords and the elderly Butler, the Young Lady nodded slightly and spoke.
“Ricardo.”
“Yes.”
“Should I kill them?”
“Why?”
“They’re arrogantly looking down on me.”
The Young Lady crossed her arms, exuding Noble’s Dignity. Like a frilled lizard puffing itself up, she emitted an air of superiority, as if to say our Household’s prestige was greater than theirs.
“With just a single Waterway to their name…. They dare look down on me?”
“Well, the Young Lady is a bit small.”
“Eeeek!”
The Young Lady nodded and said.
“That’s true.”
“Right?”
“But their gaze is disrespectful.”
“That’s true.”
Thinking quickly within the framework of being a Noble, the Young Lady narrowed her mischievous eyes and said.
“Let’s kill them!”
“Please restrain yourself.”
“Okay.”
While I was having a long conversation with the Young Lady, the Little Kid, emboldened by the arrival of reinforcements, straightened his shoulders confidently and began hastening his death.
“Hey!”
A rather provocative remark.
I thought he was unlikely to live long.
The Little Kid glared with piercing eyes, as if daring me to repeat what I’d said earlier, and spoke in an arrogant tone.
“Why are you silent? Are you scared?”
“…”
“Now you know who our Father is, right? So kneel and apologize, then get lost…”
Just as the child’s arrogant Provocation was about to cross the line, the Young Lady opened her cold eyes and muttered softly.
“What kind of education did they give this brat for him to talk like this?”
I whispered softly into the Young Lady’s ear.
“Young Lady, I don’t think you’re one to talk.”
“Really?”
“Yes. If it were you, you would’ve thrown a Fireball at his face.”
“True.”
“At least that kid is trying to resolve it with words, so he’s better.”
“Hmm.”
The Young Lady nodded, acknowledging her slip of the tongue. Even so, it didn’t seem right for the embodiment of poor upbringing to comment on someone else’s. The Young Lady shook her head gracefully and spoke again.
“Hey.”
“Hey?”
“Not you, idiot.”
The Young Lady lifted her head and looked at the elderly Butler who was looking down at her. The Butler, who had previously addressed us deferentially as “Young Master,” now stood confidently, looking down on us as if nothing had happened.
Feeling displeased by the arrogant gaze of the Old Man, the Young Lady looked at the bewildered Butler and spoke again.
“Are you ignoring a Noble speaking to you?”
“Ah… I apologize.”
“Apologize?”
The Young Lady walked briskly, directly meeting the gaze of the Old Butler.
“Your Household doesn’t have a single decent thing, does it?”
As the Bodyguards moved to stop the angry Young Lady, I threw out a light warning in a Low Voice.
“Do not move.”
“…”
At my single word, the Knights froze as if turned to ice, their hands gripping the Sword Hilts trembling slightly. Yet, as if unwilling to let go of their duty to protect their Master, they didn’t release their grip. Seeing this, I let out an Empty Laugh and continued.
“The moment you draw your swords, you die.”
“…”
The Knights released their hands from the Sword Hilts.
The Old Man, glancing at the immobilized Knights, bent his posture and lowered his head. It was clear that if someone could subjugate the Knights of the Household, then the girl before him was undoubtedly a Noble of high rank.
“…”
The Old Man, with a sly expression, opened his mouth to speak.
“I apologize for not recognizing the esteemed descendant. I am Rude, the Butler of the Wolfgang Household….”
“Shut up!”
The Young Lady turned her head sharply, addressing the Old Man with a haughty tone. ‘I don’t care,’ her demeanor seemed to say. As expected from someone from a deeply-rooted Villainous Family, the Young Lady’s complete disregard for Elderly Respect was exemplary. I nodded in agreement.
‘Now, that’s a Villainess.’
I much preferred someone consistently villainous over someone half-heartedly bad, and her equal-opportunity malice was admirable.
The Young Lady opened her cold eyes and spoke.
“How dare a mere Western Noble look me straight in the eye?”
-Clench.
“Oh?”
The Young Lady raised an eyebrow as she noticed the Knight and the Little Kid clenching their Fists. Once her Switch was flipped, the Young Lady was quicker than anyone to find faults to criticize.
“Are you going to unclench your fists?”
Just as she had done at the Academy, the Young Lady began to hurl sharp words with a chilling tone.
“If you’re upset, say it. Don’t curse me silently in your head.”
“…Haha.”
“You’re laughing?”
“Excuse me, but the Household….”
The Young Lady turned her head to look at me.
“Ricardo.”
“Yes.”
“What should I say?”
“Hmm…”
It was certainly difficult to call the Young Lady Desmond’s Late-born Child, as the ensuing Rumors would be troublesome. Rumors like Desmond having a new child late in life would be hard to handle.
I slowly stepped in front of the Young Lady, offering a small Smile as I spoke.
“I will handle it.”
“Okay. Crush them.”
“That might be a bit difficult.”
“Hmph…. Then I’ll just go hit that one.”
“Who?”
The Young Lady rolled up her sleeves as she looked at the Little Kid sticking out his tongue from behind the Old Man.
“I’ll go kill him.”
“Just make sure he can still walk.”
“Okay. I’ll try my best.”
After the Young Lady left, the Old Man looked directly at me.
“Hmm…”
Perhaps emboldened by the departure of the Noble and the arrival of someone in the same profession, the Old Man’s Pride seemed to grow. Lifting his eyelids, he looked at me and spoke in a sunken Voice.
“Which Household are you from?”
“Senior.”
“At least you have manners. You seem a little better than your Master.”
“Senior, don’t you feel a Chilling Feeling right now?”
“…Hmm?”
“The instinct that you’ve touched something you shouldn’t have. Isn’t it The Butler’s Principle to lower your head when you sense something off?”
“…You arrogant brat…”
“Let’s not act like amateurs when we’ve learned the same things.”
The sky darkens.
-Rumble.
I looked up at the darkened sky and spoke.
“He’s here.”
The Old Man twitched his eyebrows and raised his head, likely sensing the approach of an ominous Mana.
The Desmond Family is, after all, a Household blessed with Magic.
Even the Master of the Magic Tower would bow to their Innate Talent, and it’s a place filled with Monsters that surpass normal boundaries.
With Peculiar Personalities.
Walking the fine line between the Underbelly and the light.
A Household even the Emperor couldn’t touch recklessly.
“Oliviaaaa!!!!!”
That was the Desmond Family I belonged to.
“Huh?”
The Young Lady, who had been stepping on the Little Kid, widened her eyes at the silhouette of a Middle-Aged Man flying through the sky and spread her arms.
“Father!!!!”
The Old Man’s expression began to crack.
“…Desmond.”
He had touched The Worst Family in history.