How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 90
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【Chapter 90】
Carlisle was dazzling.
Dressed in the Sigmund Family uniform, Carlisle radiated an untouchable beauty that no one could approach.
Serdian realized.
The handsome man who captured everyone’s attention was not himself, but the Northern Scoundrel…
“You came.”
“You called for me.”
Carlisle replied to Grand Duke Guntram’s words.
“For someone who came reluctantly, you’re quite the spectacle.”
“It’s all thanks to Father.”
“How is that my doing?”
“Why did you have to give me such a pretty face? It’s just annoying.”
“Normally people would be grateful, wouldn’t they?”
“That only applies to those who like getting attention.”
“…”
“I’ll muddle through for a bit and then leave. About an hour? That should satisfy you, right?”
“Do as you wish.”
Grand Duke Guntram didn’t expect anything more.
He was already grateful that Carlisle, the notorious scoundrel, had attended the victory commemoration banquet, so he couldn’t ask for more.
“Well then, enjoy yourself moderately. Don’t cause any trouble.”
“I can’t guarantee that.”
“…?”
“If you were worried about me causing trouble, you shouldn’t have called me in the first place.”
“Hah.”
Grand Duke Guntram let out a deep sigh and whispered in Carlisle’s ear.
“Your proposal, I’ve decided to accept it.”
“Are you talking about replacing fuel magic stones with magic coal?”
“Yes.”
“You have good judgment.”
“…”
“I guarantee you won’t regret it.”
Carlisle said this and went to sit at an empty table in the furthest corner of the banquet hall.
It was in such a secluded spot and completely empty that it should have been inconspicuous, but as soon as Carlisle sat down, everyone’s eyes turned to him.
‘It’s not like I’m a monkey in a zoo.’
Carlisle sipped the wine a servant had left and tried to suppress his displeasure.
Half admiration, half curiosity.
The people’s stares were burdensome, making him feel as if he were sitting on a bed of thorns.
‘Yes, I’m that Northern Scoundrel. Look your fill.’
Carlisle sneered inwardly as he savored the wine.
The wine was excellent.
It had a sharp acidity and was heavy, with complex layers of deep aroma.
‘It’s obviously wine made by the Belvedere Family.’
Carlisle could identify the origin without even looking at the label.
The Northern Region doesn’t produce wine.
Also, Northerners don’t particularly enjoy drinking wine.
The wine was probably served for the various diplomatic missions attending the banquet, and it was certainly the finest wine produced by the Belvedere Family.
Belvedere was a family that had been making wine for ages, and their brewing techniques were unmatched within the United Kingdom.
If the northern House Sigmund mainly produced vodka, the Loren Family was famous for beer, and the Belvedere Family was renowned for wine.
‘Not bad.’
For some reason, Carlisle found the wine didn’t suit his taste, so he put down the glass and drank vodka instead.
With a sensation as if his esophagus was burning, hot heat surged up from deep within his stomach.
‘Yes, this is how alcohol should be.’
A snicker escaped him.
‘Living in the Northern Region must have made me a Northerner too. To think I’d find vodka better than wine.’
As Carlisle was having such thoughts, a beautiful woman approached and spoke.
“Um.”
“Go.”
“Pardon…?”
“Go away, don’t bother me.”
As soon as the woman left Carlisle’s table with a tearful expression, another woman approached.
“Hello…”
“Go away.”
“Yes.”
After that, many women approached Carlisle only to be rejected and sent away.
Nevertheless, the ladies’ courtship toward Carlisle never ceased.
Not only was Carlisle’s appearance striking, but his mysterious atmosphere stimulated curiosity as well as the desire to take on a challenge.
* * *
‘What’s so good about that gigolo-like bastard that they’re even lining up for him?’
Serdian felt like he was going crazy from wounded pride.
Whenever he attended banquets, he was always the protagonist.
Women would often approach him first even when he just sat quietly, so he was always in the position of choosing.
But today was different.
Today’s protagonist was Carlisle.
Almost all the women were showing interest in Carlisle, watching him, and approaching to talk to him.
Meanwhile, no woman approached Serdian.
Despite being supposedly the continent’s most handsome man, he couldn’t even present his business card in front of Carlisle.
‘This is ridiculous. I can’t accept this. I’m definitely more handsome, so why is attention focused on that bastard?’
Serdian felt like he was going crazy.
He simply couldn’t bear it.
So Serdian decided to approach Carlisle and examine his face closely up close.
He wanted to see with his own eyes whether Carlisle was truly more handsome than himself.
“I am Serdian van Belvedere, eldest son of the Belvedere Family. You must be Carl…”
“Go.”
“…?”
“Go away. Don’t bother me.”
Serdian was dumbfounded.
Even if Carlisle was the second son of House Sigmund, wasn’t he also the eldest son of the Belvedere Family?
“How rude. Is that what you say to someone who approached you first?”
“Who asked you to approach?”
“…?”
“Did I ask you to come over?”
“Well, no, but…”
“You’re the one being rude.”
“…”
“If you understand, then go. Don’t annoy me.”
“I heard you were a scoundrel, and you’re just as ill-mannered as they say.”
Serdian smiled coldly.
His red eyes blazed dangerously.
“I suppose being praised for your looks by others has made you lose all fear?”
“What are you saying, ugly.”
“What, what!?”
Serdian’s mind went blank at Carlisle’s harsh words.
Ugly?
It was the first time in his life he’d heard such words.
Of course, if some insignificant nobodies had said such things, he could have laughed it off.
Serdian knew he was handsome no matter what anyone said, so he would have known it was nonsense.
But having the more handsome Carlisle call him ugly was a different story entirely.
It felt like being stabbed in the heart with a dagger…
“Are you… done talking?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you think you can get away with spouting such nonsense to me?”
“You don’t want to admit it. From now on, look in a mirror once in a while. You should at least know your place. Don’t you think?”
“Stand up.”
Serdian growled at Carlisle.
“I absolutely cannot tolerate this insult. I must settle this with you in a duel.”
“I don’t want to.”
Carlisle spoke as if annoyed.
“Why would I duel with an ugly guy like you. It would lower my standards.”
“You really…!”
Just as Serdian was about to lose his reason.
“It would be better if you didn’t. Serdian.”
“You, you are.”
Serdian unconsciously turned around and trembled when he spotted Selena and Frey.
“You’re not thinking of touching my brother at the Victory Day banquet, are you.”
Selena warned Serdian in a cold voice.
“If you’re thinking of doing that, I’ll be your opponent.”
It wasn’t just Selena.
“You’ll have to deal with me first, Serdian.”
Frey threatened Serdian in a bold and provocative tone.
Frey usually had a gentle and quiet personality.
However, the Sigmund bloodline didn’t go anywhere, and when a fight seemed about to break out, he would completely change 180 degrees, and now was exactly that situation.
“The brotherly affection is quite strong.”
Serdian stepped back slightly and growled.
“Are you going to protect him just because you’re siblings?”
“You should know well that only Sigmund can touch Sigmund.”
“Don’t insult our brother in front of me. This is your last warning.”
Selena and Frey smiled coldly as they pressured Serdian.
Murmur murmur!
Several people sensed the strange atmosphere and showed anxious expressions.
“…I’ll withdraw for today. There’s no point in getting into a brawl with you lot on such a good day, it would only be a loss for me.”
Serdian backed down.
No matter how much he was the eldest son of the Belvedere Family, he couldn’t handle Selena and Frey.
He knew all too well that even the youngest, Frey, could behead someone like Serdian in the blink of an eye.
“See you later, scoundrel of House Sigmund.”
“If you’re ugly, get lost.”
Carlisle hurled abuse at Serdian’s retreating back.
* * *
As soon as the situation ended, Selena began lecturing Carlisle.
“What on earth were you thinking. Did you really think it was a good idea to pick a fight with the eldest son of the Belvedere Family at the Victory Day banquet?”
“He picked the fight, not me.”
“That can’t be.”
Selena frowned as if telling him not to talk nonsense.
“Why would the eldest son of the Belvedere Family pick a fight with you first. He probably just came to greet you and you were rude, weren’t you?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“I told him to go away because he was annoying, and when he got angry by himself, I told the ugly guy to stop being annoying and get lost. That’s all.”
“…That is picking a fight. Sigh.”
Selena sighed deeply as if she had expected this.
Frey, who was nearby, also shook his head with an expression that said ‘of course.’
“How could you do that to someone who approached you first wanting to be friends, brother.”
“I never said I wanted to be friends.”
“…”
“Have you grown up a lot? Even lecturing me?”
“When did I lecture you. I was just…”
“That’s enough.”
“Okay.”
Frey quietly backed down.
‘He’s just too kind.’
Carlisle inwardly shook his head looking at Frey.
In fact, Frey was a tremendous powerhouse, and in a few years he was scheduled to grow into a powerhouse that would even surpass Selena.
However, compared to that tremendous talent and strength, Frey was very polite and had a gentle personality.
So much so that he would even treat the notorious scoundrel Carlisle van Sigmund as an older brother…
“Please don’t cause any trouble today and let’s get through this quietly. Okay?”
“I understand, so stop it. Can’t you see I’m deliberately staying in a corner?”
“Mm.”
“I’m dying to leave quickly too.”
Carlisle covered his face as if genuinely tired.
It was burdensome having people whisper while looking at him, and it was tiring having women approach him first.
“Alright. I won’t lecture you anymore. But stay quiet. Today is an important day.”
“Yeah.”
“Is there anyone else who’s been bothering you?”
“Why do you ask?”
“No matter how much of a troublemaker you are, you’re still my brother, so I can’t just stand by and watch you get bullied.”
Selena spoke as if just imagining it made her angry.
“Brother, if anyone bothers you, tell me first. I’ll straighten out their attitude properly.”
Frey also showed his determination that he wouldn’t tolerate any third party bullying Carlisle.
“…”
Carlisle couldn’t say anything because the behavior of his siblings, Selena and Frey, was so unfamiliar to him.
He had been an only child in his previous life, and he couldn’t logically understand the behavior of these two people who would protect even the scoundrel Carlisle van Sigmund with sibling love.
‘So this is what siblings are like.’
Just as Carlisle was feeling a bit confused because this emotion was so unfamiliar.
Ting ting ting!
The Crown Prince tapped his wine cup, decorated with gold and gems, three times with a spoon.
Then all eyes of those attending the banquet focused on the Crown Prince.
“Is everyone enjoying themselves?”
The Crown Prince said with a bright smile.
“I too am having such a wonderful time. I feel infinite honor to participate in this celebration of the Northern Region’s victory. For preparing such an occasion…”
The Crown Prince continued with his typical formulaic speech as usual.
‘What bullshit is he going to spout now to pull his schemes.’
Contempt filled Carlisle’s gaze as he looked at the Crown Prince.
He knew all too well that there had to be some ulterior motive behind the Crown Prince dragging his heavy ass all the way here to Decaron…
His prediction was spot on.
“…I understand that an unfortunate incident has occurred at a time when we should all join forces and work together for the prosperity of the United Kingdom. Therefore, I, the Crown Prince, intend to mediate the dispute between House Sigmund and the Loren Family on behalf of the Royal Family.”
The Crown Prince revealed his true colors.
“The true culprit behind the conflict between House Sigmund and the Loren Family that occurred several months ago… has been confirmed to be the Barbarians of the Northern Region.”
The moment those words left the Crown Prince’s mouth, crack—the wine cup Grand Duke Guntram was holding shattered into powder.
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