In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 215

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head Episode 215

The Lombardi family’s announcement caused a huge stir.

To make Pirenthia Lombardi not simply an acting clan head, but the successor to the Lombardi clan head!

Even excluding the eldest son Biejie, the fact that Pirenthia, a granddaughter, became the successor over Rulak’s formidable children Shannet and Gallahan.

The fact that if things continued this way, the first female clan head would be born.

And the fact that this meant the engagement between the Second Prince and Pirenthia was broken off.

In many ways, it was an announcement that shocked people.

“This is ridiculous!”

Biejie, who had been drinking himself senseless at a social club, also heard the news and hurriedly returned home.

His rough, darkened skin, bloodshot eyes, and terrible smell of alcohol made anyone who saw him instinctively frown.

“….”

Ceral watched from a distance with contemptuous eyes as Biejie, who had returned home after several days, immediately declared ‘I must go see Father!’ and changed his clothes.

“To that lowly thing, hic, acting clan head… no, successor!”

Biejie burst out in anger while hurriedly changing his clothes.

Drunk, he couldn’t even button his clothes properly and was a mess, but he wasn’t even aware of it.

“Father must have gone senile. I, this eldest son, must go and stop him… hic!”

Even after being kicked out of the main building of the manor and moving to the annex where guests stayed, Biejie was still caught up in foolish delusions.

The delusion that his father had only temporarily gotten angry and cast him out, and that when the time came, everything would return to normal.

And his alcohol-soaked brain was convincing Biejie that today was that day.

“He’s making a big mistake. A big mistake…!”

Biejie muttered those words repeatedly with hollow eyes.

“I told you countless times to go to Father and ask him about Belesack’s matter, but you didn’t even pretend to listen!”

Finally unable to bear it, Ceral shouted at Biejie in a cold voice.

“Isn’t this too much? Aren’t you even worried about Belesack?”

Thinking of her son who must be locked up somewhere in the Imperial Palace, Ceral couldn’t even sleep.

Though he was a lacking husband in many ways, she thought he would at least share her feelings when it came to their son Belesack.

Larane, who had left for the Eastern Region, wouldn’t even send replies no matter how many letters she sent, and now their only remaining child Belesack was confined in the Imperial Palace over a serious matter, so her heart ached.

She thought that was why he sought alcohol every day.

But that wasn’t it.

He avoided going to see his estranged father to ask about Belesack’s matter because it hurt his pride, yet he was so eager to rush off upon hearing that Pirenthia had been chosen as successor.

Ceral trembled with anger and betrayal.

“What?”

Biejie scowled at Ceral’s outcry.

“That’s something that happened because that brat did wrong, so what do you want me to do about it!”

He even shouted angrily.

“It’s obvious what happened! He probably tried to do something with a dagger by the Crown Prince’s side, then got caught up in that big incident without any sense!”

Then he looked Ceral up and down and spat out displeasedly.

“Who did he take after to be so stupid!”

Leaving only those words, Biejie slammed the door violently and stormed out.

Left alone again, Ceral stood there blankly for a moment.

Then she returned to her room and picked up the letter on her desk.

…The Empress is trying to frame me as the culprit of the incident. She says I put medicine in the Crown Prince’s water bottle. Please get me out of here. I’m so scared, Mother. …

Ceral’s fingertips trembled as she traced the messily scrawled handwriting.

“Belesack…”

Ceral blamed herself.

It was Ceral herself who had put a dagger in Belesack’s hand when he said he didn’t want to go to the hunting competition and pushed him forward.

She had said harsh words to the end, telling him to throw himself in front of the Crown Prince if necessary.

And Ceral read one sentence of the letter again.

‘The Empress is trying to frame me as the culprit of the incident.’

When she first read the letter, Ceral had denied it.

The Empress wouldn’t do such a thing.

But as time passed, she had no choice but to accept it.

The easiest way to resolve the current situation was to pin everything on Belesack.

And she knew that her cousin sister Lavinia wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to sacrifice Belesack.

‘I’m so scared, Mother.’

Ceral squeezed her eyes shut as she seemed to hear Belesack’s voice.

* * *

“What accessories will you wear, Young Lady?”

After changing into a dress and finishing her hair and makeup.

Loril opened a jewelry box in front of me and asked.

“If there’s nothing you like among these, I’ll bring another box.”

“No. There is something.”

I said, reaching for the necklace placed in the center.

A necklace made from a ruby as red as blood, the size of a thumbnail, carved directly by Peres.

That caught my attention.

“Young Lady…”

Loril, who knew well what this necklace was, looked at me with concern.

“I just want to wear it. There’s no other meaning.”

I said that and put on the necklace myself.

Then I draped the shawl that was prepared nearby over my shoulders.

It was made of thick fur and was designed to be tightly fastened with strings just below the collarbone.

With this on, others wouldn’t be able to see what necklace I was wearing anyway.

“Tie the strings for me, Loril.”

“…Yes, Young Lady.”

Loril nodded slightly as if she finally understood what I was thinking.

She smiled along with me and fastened the shawl.

But she couldn’t seem to hide her sad expression.

Knock knock.

A soft knocking sound was heard.

“Come in.”

At my answer, Cleribane appeared.

“Welcome, brother.”

Loril greeted Cleribane happily upon seeing him.

“It’s been a while, Lady Loril.”

Cleribane, now accustomed to Loril’s calling him ‘brother,’ greeted her back as if he had no choice.

“Did you bring it properly?”

“Yes, here it is.”

Cleribane handed me what he had been carefully carrying in his bag.

It was a bundle of documents well-bound with thick leather front and back.

I got up from my seat and put it in the safe.

“There’s nothing wrong with being cautious.”

It’s not that I don’t trust the Lombardi people, but it’s not something I can just leave on the table.

As I was carefully locking the safe door, I felt a very intense gaze from behind.

“…Cleribane?”

“Hmm. Ahem.”

He cleared his throat and turned his head, but the sound was a bit strange.

“Are you crying?!”

“N-no, I’m not.”

Like hell you’re not!

He took off his glasses and dabbed at his eyes with his sleeve – if that’s not tears, then what is it!

Is it sweat flowing from his eyes?!

“Sigh.”

I let out a small sigh and took a few steps toward Cleribane.

Then I stopped short.

I halted my steps and asked, just in case.

“If I try to comfort you, you’ll cry more, won’t you?”

“…Yes. *sniff*”

Cleribane answered while turning his head to the side and quietly rubbing his forehead.

“I can roughly guess why you’re crying, but…”

“Ahem. I apologize. It seems I became a bit emotional for a moment.”

Cleribane said while taking a deep breath.

Both his voice and expression.

Had already returned to his usual cold composure.

“When did Pirenthia grow up so much to become Deputy Lord and even the heir… *sniff*!”

Never mind about being composed.

Cleribane stopped mid-sentence and rubbed his forehead again.

His shoulders shaking as he hung his head low was quite concerning.

I sighed once more and said to Loril.

“Give Cleribane a handkerchief or something… Loril?”

“*sniff* *sob*!”

You too, Loril.

Loril, standing next to Cleribane, was hanging her head in exactly the same manner, constantly dabbing at her tears with a handkerchief.

“*sob*, our little Young Lady… looks so mature today, *sob*!”

After shedding tears as big as chicken droppings, Loril wiped away all her tears and handed the handkerchief to Cleribane.

“Here, brother.”

“…Th-thank you… *sniff*”

I really can’t handle this.

I left the two people who had burst into tears, shaking my head as I exited the room.

“Where are you going, Young Lady?”

Loril asked through the gap in the door that hadn’t fully closed.

“The Imperial Palace. I have some business there. Now that I’m officially Deputy Lord, I need to earn my keep.”

To think that ‘this’ would be my first task as Lombardy’s official Deputy Lord.

Even I find it a bit absurd.

“And I have somewhere to stop by before heading to the Imperial Palace.”

I said, looking back at Cleribane.

“Take your time crying it all out, and take care. I’ll see you at the trading company tomorrow, Cleribane.”

“Yes, have a good first day as Deputy Lord… *sob*!”

“Oh my. Comfort him a bit, Loril!”

“…*sob*!”

These siblings are hopeless.

Through the closing door, I caught one last glimpse of Loril patting Cleribane’s shoulder before I started moving again.

My destination was Grandfather’s bedroom.

“I’m here, Grandfather!”

Grandfather, who was wearing comfortable clothes and drinking tea in the drawing room attached to his bedroom, smiled brightly when he saw me.

“Oh, our Tia has come!”

“I told you to rest. Were you working again?”

“Hehe. It’s a habit, a habit.”

Grandfather smiled while casually pushing aside the documents that had been on the table.

“But where are you going? You’re dressed up nicely, so you didn’t come just to see Grandfather, did you?”

“I do have business at the Imperial Palace. But before that, I have something to report to Grandfather, and also something I want to ask about.”

“Yes, what is it?”

Grandfather smiled as he brought his teacup to his lips.

I looked at him and asked.

“I think you lied to me.”

Grandfather’s movement stopped abruptly.

“Just how bad has your health gotten?”

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