That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 100
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Chapter 100
I followed the court attendant as I walked. Though it wasn’t loudly chaotic in a way that would break decorum, there was a strangely bustling feeling.
“There are quite a lot of people here.”
“Yes, since Her Majesty the Empress is hosting a party after such a long time, she invited many ladies who are either before their debutante or have just had their debutante.”
“But I noticed earlier that there were also royalty from other countries.”
“Yes. Quite a few kingdoms have sent representatives.”
“I see.”
Since he seemed to be restraining his words, it felt awkward to ask anything more.
‘Why hold such a grand party?’
Even if it’s a party after a long time, if it’s a tea party, it would be appropriate to keep it small-scale, inviting only around 20 people.
Is this some other kind of party?
I moved toward the head table. I could see several young ladies who recognized me quickly covering their mouths with fans and having conversations.
‘They recognize me.’
As expected of Tulia.
The devil’s star quality.
Unlike the royalty from other countries, the Empire’s nobles would be well aware of Tulia’s infamy.
My seat was naturally prepared at the very highest seat.
Until the Empress arrived, everyone didn’t sit in their seats, but instead walked around greeting each other and having conversations.
Since I didn’t particularly know anyone, I was about to sit down right away, but…
Tap tap.
“Tulia…”
“…?”
“Lady…?”
A voice that subtly added ‘Lady’ belatedly.
“Sandra Frazier?”
Sandra. She was Nigella’s stepdaughter.
As soon as she saw me, she checked my dress first and then exclaimed in admiration.
“Oh my, what a beautiful dress. Indeed, your circumstances are quite different from before now.”
Ho.
The noble language translator in Tulia’s head started working.
“What. It was originally my place to begin with.”
Sandra’s smile cracked slightly.
That’s when it happened.
“Ahem.”
A deliberate clearing of the throat.
I turned around and couldn’t help but be surprised in the pure sense of the word.
“Uncle Nigella?”
‘What is this party?’
The invitation that Empress Carmi first sent said that only ladies under twenty would be invited here.
But when I actually came, young men under twenty were also occasionally present.
‘Originally, that blonde male lead, Benjamin and the princes of Sorsen Kingdom must have come because of this party too.’
I could understand that much.
But this man is easily over forty, so why is he here?
Did he come as Sandra’s guardian?
‘The Empress and Nigella must have more connections than I thought.’
I remembered the Statis Plain magic business that had ended in failure.
It seems like he built up friendships by pulling many strings and sending many bribes at that time…
Even after that, several noble ladies came, but they were all people who could be called the Empress’s ‘close associates’ – people who had deep friendships with Empress Carmi.
Grandfather dislikes Empress Carmi, but that son of his is building such friendships with Empress Carmi.
‘I wonder if Grandfather knows about this.’
While I was clicking my tongue inwardly.
“Mother!”
Sandra shouted in a delighted voice while looking behind me. I reflexively turned around.
‘Wow.’
I opened my mouth inwardly at seeing a woman with quite striking fashion.
It didn’t mean the exposure was excessive. The Imperial Palace was so strict that even the form of clothing was regulated.
However, the dress with so many jewels dangling from it looked incredibly expensive at first glance.
‘That would cost several billion gold?’
To think that one outfit would cost several billion won…
The woman wearing such an incredible dress that even the Empress would only wear on special occasions was precisely.
“Hello. Lady Mertung.”
Belladonna Mertung, the mistress of Count Nigela Frazier.
“You may call me Lady Belladonna, Lady Tulia.”
“Nice to meet you. Lady Belladonna.”
“Oh my, ohoho!”
If it were the original Tulia, she would have completely ignored Belladonna Mertung, saying ‘how dare’ a mere mistress act friendly toward her.
Or she would have insulted her and gotten into a big fight.
‘When I see times like this, even Tulia wasn’t quite right in the head.’
Belladonna Mertung, though beautiful, looked extremely venomous.
‘Her actual personality is like that too.’
A beautiful poisonous mushroom.
I suppose you’d have to be that much to occupy the position of mistress to not just any count, but a grand count.
“By the way, Lady Tulia.”
Belladonna smiled while opening her fan.
“I’m one thing, but Sandra and you are strictly speaking cousins…”
Her violet eyes curved seductively.
“Rather than the stiff and distant title of ‘Lady Tulia,’ wouldn’t it be better to call you ‘Older Sister’ more intimately?”
Belladonna looked at Nigella standing beside her and asked back.
“Right? Count?”
“Hmm. It’s not wrong to say so.”
‘They’re damn obsessed with that title.’
Since I also have my identity as Han Ina originally, I’m not that sensitive about titles.
But since this world is a noble society, I knew well that the higher the nobility, the more sensitive they are about titles.
To begin with, Sandra didn’t even have the qualification to call me ‘Older Sister.’
If anything, rather Sophia could at least call me ‘Older Sister.’
Since Sophia was the daughter of a Frazier retainer.
But Sandra literally had no connection to the Fraziers whatsoever. She was just a case where Count Nigella forcibly put her into the family register.
When marrying or later having her debutante, she entered the Fraziers under a contract that she wouldn’t receive any dowry or gifts made with ‘Frazier’ public funds.
‘Even if it wasn’t Tulia but just some ordinary noble lady, she would have been quite displeased with this, right?’
In fact, even now Nigella couldn’t ‘force’ it and was subtly watching my reaction.
Of course, if I said I didn’t like it here, those three would attack me, right?
“Go ahead. Call me Older Sister.”
Belladonna’s fan, which had been moving gracefully, subtly stopped.
“…Oh my?”
“Then I’ll call you Older Sister!”
Sandra quickly exclaimed.
“Right.”
My reaction was apparently more bland than expected—no, severely bland—as Belladonna’s expression turned strange. She pretended otherwise but observed me with probing eyes.
‘Call me whatever you want.’
I was even prepared to let her call me older brother if that’s what she wanted.
After all, I’m not idle enough to fuss over titles and such.
“But what brings Lady Belladonna to the Imperial Palace?”
This was what I was really curious about.
How did Belladonna Mertung, who was merely a mistress, receive an invitation to the Empress Palace’s party?
Had Nigella become that close to the Empress?
“Hoho, you’ll find out soon enough. There’s going to be quite a surprising celebration. Oh my, Count! Look, Marchioness Allen is over there! Let’s go greet her!”
In an instant, Nigella and Belladonna disappeared.
And I was left with a strange uneasiness.
‘A celebration.’
A gathering where only Count Nigella’s family and I were invited from Frazier.
I couldn’t understand the Empress’s intentions.
A sudden thought occurred to me.
‘Could it be… no, surely not?’
Come to think of it, wasn’t Sophia, who was adopted, engaged to Crown Prince Ferdinand?
‘Don’t tell me she wants to use my background.’
She wouldn’t be trying to engage me with her son—that crazy bastard Second Prince Dave—would she?
So she excluded Grandfather, who wouldn’t stand for this if he knew, and only invited Count Nigella’s family who would support her…
The thought that suddenly occurred to me sent chills throughout my body.
‘No, no. That would be too terrible.’
No matter how much Empress Carmi, no, even if it were Emperor Alessandro himself, he couldn’t pull off something so major without Grandfather’s consent.
“Older Sister. Isn’t that too rude?”
Just then, Sandra’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“What is?”
“Our mother is still older than you. Technically, she’s your aunt.”
Sandra lightly fanned herself with a jeweled ornate fan while speaking primly.
“Even so, when Mother called you ‘Miss,’ you should have tactfully declined out of courtesy.”
Having received the Empress’s invitation and being outside the Grand Duchy.
Sandra spoke informally without even being cautious.
‘This girl… I told her to call me older sister and now she’s gone crazy…?’
I’m having terrible thoughts right now, so I’m a bit sensitive, you know?
I’m Tulia.
The biggest trash in this area.
I smiled kindly and asked back.
“Why should I?”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you tell Uncle Nigella directly yourself? Sandra.”
“But you should have brought it up first as a matter of propriety!”
“Propriety? Ah, right. That’s important. Propriety.”
I smiled brightly like a thug who had found an opportunity.
“You’re right, Sandra. I was being short-sighted.”
“Right?! So when Mother comes later…”
“Tell Grandfather, not Uncle Nigella, Sandra.”
As soon as I mentioned Grandfather, Sandra’s expression hardened with panic.
“…What?”
“That’s right, isn’t it? Since the improper use of titles that lower my status is directly connected to Frazier’s honor, you should tell Grandfather, the head of Frazier, ‘directly,’ right?”
Sandra immediately trembled.
“How, how could I say such a thing to Grandfather…! Then you should tell him instead, Older Sister! You receive all of Grandfather’s favor!”
“I don’t want to.”
Instantly, Sandra’s mouth stopped.
“Why should I do such a pointless thing?”
“Older Sister! Are you insulting me right now?!”
“You’re the one insulting me right now. Sandra.”
I now know how to easily resolve ‘situations’ as Tulia.
I just need to open my eyes wide like a demon.
And ask in a devil-like voice.
“Did I ever give you permission to speak informally to me?”
You’re the one who made me the biggest stickler of all sticklers, Sandra.
“I told you to call me older sister, but I never said you could drop honorifics.”
“Older…!”
“Go ahead and try raising your voice. Unless you want your hair grabbed in front of everyone.”
Sandra flinched and froze.
“Fa-Father and Mother are both here, do you think you could really grab my hair…?!”
“Really?”
I pulled up the corners of my mouth wickedly. And smiled ominously.
“Do you think… I can’t do it?”
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