I Won’t Pick Up The T*ash I Threw Away Again - Chapter 103

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#103

 

What did I just… hear?

 

Bear his child?

 

Bewildered by the demand that made me doubt my ears, I stared at him blankly when Fillen grabbed my chin and brought his face close.

 

“Bear my child, Leilah.”

 

A close distance where I could feel his breath.

 

“Then I’ll bury this matter.”

 

Our lips drew closer and closer, almost touching.

 

“…!”

 

As if discovering something, Fillen pulled away from me.

 

At the same time, someone grabbed my arm from behind and pulled me back.

 

Startled, I turned around to see a sharp jawline and swaying silver hair.

 

“Count Hiltain…?”

 

Count Hiltain hid me behind his back and watched Fillen.

 

The silver blade in his other hand glinted threateningly.

 

Fillen and Count Hiltain stared at each other without moving. There was no sword fighting or physical struggle, but it was frightening.

 

I wrapped my arms around myself in the chill that enveloped my body.

 

Fillen, who had been watching Count Hiltain, suddenly looked at me.

 

“Leilah.”

 

I flinched and stepped back.

 

Count Hiltain stood in front of me as if to protect me.

 

Because of that, I couldn’t see Fillen. I could only see his slightly swaying clothes.

 

“You’ll need time to think too, so I’ll give you time.”

 

Meanwhile, Fillen continued speaking as if he could see me.

 

“Four days should be enough.”

 

Tap, tap-

 

I heard footsteps. Fillen was approaching this way.

 

When I could see him again, I tensed up and watched Fillen warily.

 

Count Hiltain felt the same way. His hand gripping the sword tightened.

 

Fillen stopped in front of us and spoke to me without giving Count Hiltain a single glance.

 

“Think carefully and sort everything out. Unless you want to lose everything you’ve built up until now at once.”

 

With those final words, Fillen left the house.

 

Only his footprints remained clearly imprinted on the dry wooden floor.

 

Count Hiltain continued watching the door even after Fillen left.

 

How much time passed like that? Finally feeling relieved, he let out a long sigh, sheathed his sword, and turned to look at me.

 

“Did His Majesty the Emperor send you?”

 

Count Hiltain nodded.

 

Well, there would be no other reason for him to come here.

 

“How did you know I was here?”

 

“…His Majesty told me.”

 

“Really?”

 

I never said I was going home, so how did he know I was here?

 

It was puzzling, but I didn’t think deeply about it.

 

What mattered now wasn’t that, but the fact that I was able to escape from danger thanks to him.

 

If Count Hiltain hadn’t come in time, I would have had an unwanted kiss with Fillen.

 

It would have been fortunate if it ended there.

 

Thinking that something worse might have happened made my whole body shiver.

 

On top of that, with Misa’s matter overlapping, it was truly chaotic.

 

I wished everything I heard was a dream, but unfortunately it was all reality.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

Ah, my expression must have looked bad again.

 

“I’m fine.”

 

I tried to compose my expression, but there was no way to confirm if I did it properly.

 

I couldn’t see my own face.

 

Worried that I might be making a strange expression, I hastily turned my head away.

 

“I’ll go upstairs and pack my things. Let’s return to the Imperial Palace together.”

 

Without waiting for an answer, I fled upstairs to the second floor.

 

It was when I had climbed about half the stairs.

 

“Ah….”

 

Suddenly my head spun and my vision turned white.

 

My legs gave out and my body swayed.

 

I tried to grab the railing to steady myself, but my hands had no strength, making it impossible.

 

Eventually, I missed my footing and fell down the stairs.

 

Soon, endless darkness came.

 

* * *

 

When the world that had turned pitch black regained its light, I was lying on a soft bed.

 

The ornate patterns drawn on the ceiling visible beyond the dim candlelight were familiar.

 

This is… the Imperial Palace.

 

To be precise, it was my room in the Imperial Palace.

 

The room where I stay until a new manor is decided.

 

Count Hiltain must have brought me here after I lost consciousness.

 

‘I showed an unsightly appearance.’

 

I tried not to, but it was all in vain.

 

I let out a long sigh and covered my eyes with the back of my hand.

 

Fillen’s words spread chaotically in my head like a mirage.

 

“…Misa.”

 

I murmured the name of that spiteful person who had crossed a river of no return.

 

“Misa, Misa….”

 

It was also the name of someone who could never answer again.

 

Though it was more than 10 years ago, I still remembered the day I first met Misa.

 

That is, the day I first went to the Williot Duchy holding the Duchess Williot’s hand.

 

“My name is Misa, Miss.”

 

Her hair was neatly tied up without a single strand out of place.

 

Her easily wrinkled blouse had not a single crease, and the same was true for her skirt.

 

Her expression looking at me was also stern. There wasn’t a trace of a smile to be seen.

 

Just from her appearance, she looked even more strict than the head maid at Tebesa County.

 

I, who was 14 years old at the time, tensely introduced myself.

 

“I, I’m Leilah Tebesa. Please take care of me.”

 

I introduced myself but got no response.

 

She just silently stared at me intently.

 

Why is she looking at me like that? Did I make some mistake?

 

What if I really did make a mistake?

 

Countess Tebesa had threatened me never to make any mistakes.

 

She must become the Duchess Williot. And repay the debt of gratitude for raising me.

 

If I failed, she threatened that she would never let it slide.

 

But to make a mistake already.

 

I was afraid I might be kicked out like this.

 

I moistened my lips, which were drying up from nervousness, with my tongue. I gripped my skirt tightly with my hands.

 

Misa, who had been silently watching me, approached with large steps.

 

Then she gently took my hand that was gripping my skirt and smiled brightly.

 

“What a cute young lady. I look forward to working with you.”

 

Ah. I hadn’t made a mistake after all.

 

Only then did I smile with relief.

 

Unlike my first impression, Misa was an affectionate and warm person.

 

She was meticulous in personality, but that was only when working. She was infinitely kind to me.

 

She pitied me for having to leave home at such a young age to live here, and took care of me attentively.

 

At the time, Duchess Williot had assigned me a dedicated maid, but Misa spent more time caring for me than the dedicated maid did.

 

I learned from Misa the mindset and basic refinement that a noble princess should have.

 

Duchess Williot also taught me, but I learned more about this from Misa.

 

Not only that, but the day I first became a woman.

 

It was Misa who comforted me when I panicked and didn’t know what to do upon seeing blood on the bedsheets, and taught me what I needed to do.

 

She also gave me sex education.

 

Along with the advice that such things must only be done with someone you love.

 

It was also Misa who helped me think about what to give Fillen for his first birthday.

 

After the Duke and Duchess passed away in a carriage accident, it was Misa who stayed by my side and cared for me when I fell into despair.

 

It was Misa who took care of my trauma, and it was she who provided reliable support from behind after Fillen left the manor for war.

 

If Duchess Williot was the perfect noblewoman I wanted to resemble, Misa was the person I wanted to have as a mother.

 

That’s how much I trusted and followed her like a real mother.

 

So when I left the manor, parting with Misa was the hardest thing to bear.

 

I wanted to ask Misa to come with me, but since she was the head maid of the manor, I couldn’t do that and just swallowed my regret.

 

Still, I thought I would be able to see her again someday.

 

I was waiting for that day and tried to write her letters with a joyful heart… but Misa died.

 

And she committed suicide after doing such a reckless and absurd thing for my sake.

 

‘That wasn’t for me, Misa.’

 

If she really cared for me, she should have stayed alive.

 

And on the day we met again, she should have hugged me tightly with her gentle hands.

 

The fact that I would never see her again came to me as an indescribably great sorrow.

 

“Hic, sob…”

 

The sudden downpour didn’t just submerge my heart but overflowed, wetting my cheeks.

 

* * *

 

Kalian had suggested having dinner together but suddenly canceled.

 

It didn’t seem like Kalian had canceled due to some problem on his end.

 

Then there was only one person left.

 

Ber, who intuited that something had happened to Leilah, quickly finished his work and headed to Demos Palace.

 

Demos Palace, located between the Outer Palace and Imperial Palace, was a palace for guests staying in the Imperial Palace.

 

It was when he quickly climbed the stairs and turned the corner of the long hallway.

 

“Huh?”

 

He saw a familiar silhouette in the distance. Ber recognized at a glance that it was Kalian.

 

Ber walked quickly, then slowly reduced his speed when he got close to Kalian and stopped in front of him.

 

Normally, when someone got this close, Kalian would have noticed Ber’s arrival, but he stood still as if he hadn’t noticed at all.

 

His seriously hardened face was full of worry.

 

Not only that. Kalian was uncharacteristically holding a tray in one hand.

 

What was on the tray was thin soup with no ingredients at all.

 

Standing in front of Leilah’s room holding soup that patients usually eat could only mean one thing.

 

“Baron Aster seems to be ill?”

 

“…”

 

Only then did Kalian notice Ber’s arrival and look at him.

 

Kalian stared at Ber blankly, then looked at the soup he was holding, then looked at Leilah’s room.

 

Worry was evident in every glance. Ber, who became worried as well, asked in a serious tone.

 

“Is Baron Aster’s condition very bad?”

 

She seemed fine when I saw her in the Audience Hall this morning?

 

“…”

 

It would be nice if he said something, anything, but Kalian remained silent.

 

When the frustrated Ber grabbed the door handle to check for himself, Kalian quickly grabbed his arm.

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