I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 147

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Chapter 147

The arm Theon had grabbed was my left arm—the one Kane had gripped so forcefully just moments before.
“What is it?”
“You have a bruise.”
I lowered my gaze at his words. Despite wearing long sleeves, the fabric must have slipped when I opened the letter. Above the cuff draped across my forearm, reddened skin was barely visible.
‘Theon’s eyesight is remarkably sharp, isn’t it?’
It stung, but in moments like these, shamelessness was my only recourse. I feigned surprise alongside him.
“Where did I bump into something?”
“This doesn’t look like a collision. This is the kind of bruise that forms from skin compression. Did someone grab your arm forcefully?”
“No? That’s strange. I don’t remember anything like that.”
But contrary to my hopes, Theon’s deduction was sharp. As he examined the bruise on my arm, he fell into thought before uttering a name.
“…Kane Lumina Trabel.”
My breath caught. He was right.
Theon lifted his head and met my eyes. His lowered gaze held certainty. He stared at me, rendered speechless, then pressed his lips firmly together. His voice emerged low and laden with anger.
“So it was him.”

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‘Damn it.’
After encountering Reytan in the corridor, Kane immediately had a carriage prepared and left the Trabel Estate.
The Main Estate had little presence, yet servants were scattered throughout. The problem was that they possessed eyes, ears, and mouths. Rumors within the Trabel Family always spread quickly. It was only a matter of time before word reached them that he had knelt before Reytan.
‘Father will hear of it too.’
Kane exhaled an anxious sigh inside the moving carriage. It had been only recently that his father, Hevanth, had grown furious over the pyrite gold coins. If he learned of today’s incident as well….
This was all because Berry Quartz, that lowest-ranking girl, had meddled in his affairs. Those con artists he would have surely apprehended given time, yet she had captured them noisily while feigning coincidence. It was nothing but mockery of him.
‘Naturally, as her superior, I should have been the one to educate her.’
That was Kane’s reasoning. For that reason, he had waited for Berry at the Main Estate. To teach her what attitude and conduct she should maintain going forward, living as she did in Diamond House.
But—.
‘Educate me?’
How dare she. Someone who had never escaped Stone House her entire life, subjecting him—born and raised in Diamond House—to such humiliation merely because she could handle a sword?
“Young Master, where should our destination be….”
The coachman, stopped at a crossroads, peered at Kane through a small window and asked for their destination. He had asked before, only to receive an irritable command to depart. The young master still appeared displeased, but they could not remain standing at the crossroads indefinitely.
“The right path leads to Hisport Town, and the left to Goldport….”
The coachman guided Kane with a timid voice. Kane answered immediately to the given options.
“Goldport.”
Hisport Town was closer, but that city housed the main branch of Quorta, Reytan’s clothing enterprise. He absolutely did not wish to go there now.
Having decided his destination emotionally, Kane fell into thought for a moment. Then he spoke to the coachman again.
“Take me near the plaza in the Commercial District.”
“Understood.”
The coachman, having received Kane’s orders, drove the carriage toward Goldport. After roughly an hour of travel, the carriage arrived at the destination Kane had mentioned—an upscale wine bar.
Since it was early evening, there weren’t many patrons. The Manager recognized him and led him to his usual seat—the center of the bar, where Kane could command the gaze of every guest in the establishment. I sat there, savoring the envious and admiring looks directed at me.
“What wine shall I prepare for you?”
“Chambertin. The one I had last time.”
“…Understood.”
The bartender nodded at Kane’s words and retrieved a glass and bottle from the bar’s cabinet.
“The wine first. We’ll have appetizers a bit later.”
Kane’s glass was filled.
Ordinarily, I would have lingered over a single glass for hours, but today—perhaps because there were memories I wished to forget—I drank faster than usual. After three glasses, heat rose through my body until my cheeks burned.
“Reytan Quartz Trabel.”
I murmured my uncle’s name softly. While I was at the Academy, an impurity had infiltrated the Trabel Family—the master of Stone House.
My Trabel Family was not such a place. It was a house of the highest echelon, one where the position of family head was determined by merit. Rankings were assigned fairly according to ability, and thus everyone acquiesced to their station.
“….”
Yet that lowest rank had ruined everything. A problem that Diamond House would have handled flawlessly had been bungled by those people from Stone House. They had toppled my perfect tower. And what happened today was the decisive blow.
Controlling my body with aura?
‘How dare he.’
Kane had never once fallen from Diamond House.
Though it was thanks to my father’s achievements, being born with good bloodlines was also an ability. I looked down on my other relatives in my heart. The person above me could not become Reytan Quartz Trabel.
Impurities must be removed. Only then would my environment be cleansed.
“Your appetizers, sir.”
It was when Kane ordered his fourth glass of wine. Beneath the wine glass, a single sheet of paper folded in half—no larger than a palm—emerged. The edges were sealed with adhesive. Kane tore open the paper with practiced ease.

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I was right again, wasn’t I?
Berry Quartz Trabel orchestrated it.
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It was shortly after Kane had graduated from the Academy and returned to the Trabel Estate. By chance, I had wandered into this wine bar and received a letter from the bartender in this manner.
It contained warnings about the mistakes my father’s Alchemists would make, along with instructions to contact the bartender by letter if I needed help.
A trick? Kane had thrown the paper into the fireplace in the shop. But a week later, I found myself returning here. The letter’s contents had come to pass exactly as written.
“You certainly know how to talk.”
Since then, Kane had been receiving help from the letters. The letter’s author, who called himself a Prophet, occasionally advised me about the future in response to my questions. Replies didn’t always come, but everything the Prophet said proved accurate.
“As if you knew the con artists would come.”
Kane continued reading the letter with indifferent eyes. Then I accidentally inhaled the wine and began to choke.
“Are you alright, sir?”
“Cough, cough. I’m fi—fine.”
All the patrons in the shop witnessed Kane’s choking fit. It was the situation I hated most, yet I had no mind to care about such things now.

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Reytan Quartz Trabel is going to die.
Soon.
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Kane withdrew a fountain pen from his breast pocket.

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If you wish to hear the details, come to the address below.
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He snatched the handkerchief the bartender offered and copied the address written on the paper. After placing payment on the table, Kane hurried out of the building.
The coachman waiting outside spotted Kane and quickly opened the carriage door. Kane handed the handkerchief to the coachman.
“Take me there.”
“Pardon? Young Master, that location is quite a distance away….”
“I said take me there.”
Kane’s voice was sharp. The coachman, familiar with the young master’s temperament, obediently urged the carriage forward.
Inside the carriage as it began to move, Kane fastened his disheveled sleeve neatly. Anything that caught the eye needed to be removed.

***

Theon rose from the sofa, saying he would look into what had happened with Kane.
“Berry won’t tell me, so I’ll find out myself.”
“That’s not what matters right now, Theon.”
I remained seated on the sofa, grasping Theon’s arm and pulling it down. Though Theon was stronger than Kane, who had confined me during the day, his arm yielded unlike Kane’s unyielding one. Theon allowed himself to be drawn back onto the sofa by my hand, which exerted no great force. Theon looked at me with a dissatisfied expression as I held him back.
“This is the most important thing right now.”
“No.”
I raised my index finger to Theon.
“Something else is more important.”

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