That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112

‘Interesting?’

No matter how much Belladonna Mertung had received the title of Countess Orquin, that was all.

She wasn’t in a position to receive treatment superior to mine.

Tulia was part of the Frazier direct line, after all.

In contrast, Belladonna Mertung was merely Countess Orquin, a single-succession honorary position without any territory to her name.

That was the imperial law of the Briyang Empire, and the national law.

Above all, Belladonna Mertung’s actual position as a ‘mistress’ couldn’t be ignored either.

In other words, unless Belladonna Mertung sought my permission, we should mutually respect each other and use honorifics.

Someone who would know this fact well.

‘She’s trying to put me down from the moment she arrives?’

If I started with something like ‘Wait a moment’ or ‘I’d like you to fix your tone,’ Belladonna would slip away like a snake.

For example.

“Oh my. Then shall we formally discuss speech patterns next time?”

Or.

“By the way, Great Uncle is so tired, you must have prepared a room in advance, right?”

With answers like those.

That was the Belladonna Mertung I had encountered countless times in the game.

A mistress with tremendous spirit who wouldn’t lose to any noble lady in rhetoric.

Moreover, with Nigella and even Sandra ready to take her side right beside her.

She’d have nothing to fear, right?

But what if I were Tulia?

What if I were Han Ina?

The story would be different.

I smiled kindly while meeting the gaze of the beautiful woman who seemed ready to counter whatever I might say.

“You must have had a hard time coming such a long way. Miss Belladonna.”

“…?!”

In the Briyang Empire, the title ‘Miss’ was often used between unmarried noble ladies who weren’t particularly close.

The important point here was ‘unmarried’ ladies.

For Belladonna Mertung, who currently had children and was living together in a common-law relationship with Grand Duke Nigella Frazier.

It would be a tremendous insult.

Being skilled in social techniques, she never left alone those who insulted her with the title ‘Miss.’

She was notorious for always getting revenge, even if it meant borrowing Grand Duke Nigella Frazier’s power.

Yeah. But this is my territory, you know?

Sandra, whose face had turned bright red, shouted.

“Older Sister Tulia! Why are you calling Mother that way?!”

‘At least this one’s head isn’t completely empty.’

Since I warned her last time not to drop honorifics, even in a situation where she was furious to her hair tips, she was still speaking politely.

Of course, she was far inferior to her mother Belladonna Mertung.

Belladonna, as if accustomed to such insults, wore a pitiful smile and soothed Sandra.

“Sandra. Be quiet. This mother is fine.”

“But Mother! Older Sister clearly made a mistake! Isn’t that right, Father?!”

I quickly assessed the situation.

Belladonna Mertung seemed to have built affection with Nigella by positioning herself as someone who appeared fragile to him.

Moreover, just by soothing Sandra, she immediately opened the path for Nigella to step forward.

Indeed, a mistress who had driven out the legitimate wife of a great noble was different.

Of course, the insane adulterer Nigella who had driven out his legitimate wife was also on another level.

“Tulia Frazier. What kind of improper behavior is this?”

Embracing Belladonna’s shoulders as she leaned against him, Nigella scolded me.

“She is now Countess Orquin. Don’t you know that you, still young, shouldn’t speak so casually?”

The fact that he couldn’t bring himself to say ‘your aunt’ or anything like that showed he had at least a grain of conscience left.

“Ah….”

I immediately clasped my hands together and bowed my head.

“You’re right. I made a mistake. Uncle Nigella.”

“Tsk. It’s because there are no parents nearby to teach you.”

It was instantaneous.

Anger surged up my spine as if the lid on my head was about to blow off.

At the same time.

“Fr…!”

You want me, a direct line of Frazier, to speak formally to a mere mistress? After committing adultery, have you completely lost your mind now, Uncle Nigella?

My spine bristled.

Those words just now weren’t something that came to mind like a flashback.

They weren’t Tulia’s lines from either.

Like when I had personality penalties, they were words that almost burst out of my mouth automatically.

The difference from back then was that they rose to my throat and I barely suppressed them with my reason.

But if I had made one wrong move, they would have been spoken aloud.

‘…What was that?’

It was tremendous aggro.

For a moment, it was as if I wasn’t Han Ina but had truly become Tulia from .

Then, there was a hand that quietly grasped mine.

It was Lisian.

He had his usual neat and calm expression today too, but his body temperature was extremely low.

And his two eyes looking straight at Nigella were beautiful and quiet, which made them all the more spine-chilling.

Just as I realized that Lisian was also very angry at those words.

‘Huh. I was trembling?’

I realized that my hands had been trembling at some point.

It wasn’t trembling from fear, but literally trembling from anger.

‘Why am I acting like this? It’s as if I’ve really become Tulia.’

Leon Frazier had also grasped my other hand at some point, but I lightly shook him off and quickly regained my composure.

“Then Uncle Nigella.”

I began to speak politely as I had originally planned.

“Would you lend me Countess Orquin for just half a day?”

“Lend?”

For a moment, Nigella, who had been frowning, soon raised his eyebrows as if he understood.

“Ah. If you’re trying to guide Countess Orquin to her room, I’ll personally….”

“No, no.”

I immediately smiled deeply and said.

“I need to take Countess Orquin to Grandfather.”

“…?!”

It was instantaneous.

I finally confirmed that Belladonna Mertung’s expression was beginning to crumble.

Her face showed she had never expected me to bring up Grandfather right here and now.

Of course, Nigella was even worse.

“…Why Father! There’s no need to report every single visit to such a busy elder!”

“A visit report? Uncle. You’ve misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood? Tulia Frazier! Are you once again disrespecting an adult….”

“When Countess Orquin wants to speak informally to me, a direct descendant of House Frazier, naturally I must receive Grandfather’s permission first.”

A beat later, Nigella seemed to understand my words. Soon his thick eyebrows twitched greatly.

“Tulia Frazier.”

When Nigella, tall and well-built like a direct male descendant of House Frazier, strode toward me, he felt quite threatening.

If it weren’t for the twins stepping forward one pace each on either side of me reflexively, I probably would have instinctively been frightened and hesitated.

“Uncle Nigel….”

“It wouldn’t hurt to listen to Tulia’s words to the end, would it? It’s true that our younger sister holds the domestic authority of this Grand Duchy.”

Nigella, who had been furious as if he wanted to snap my bones in half, looked back and forth at the twins who were already nearly matching his height, then stopped in place with displeasure.

Instead, he asked in a low voice.

“Tulia Frazier. Are you now using Father to threaten this uncle?”

“Threatening? Uncle Nigel, are you saying that Countess Orquin’s position is higher than House Frazier’s honor?”

“It’s a position personally appointed by Her Majesty the Empress! It’s not a name for a young lady like you to criticize!”

“Exactly.”

I smiled brightly, having waited and waited for those words to come out.

“Since it’s not for me to criticize, I’m saying I’ll get Grandfather’s permission.”

“…!”

“After that, you’ll need to receive permission through the Council of Elders as well.”

Nigella finally closed his mouth.

It seemed he was finally grasping how far I intended to escalate this and how serious I was.

But that was only momentary.

Nigella opened his mouth again with an expression wounded to the core in his pride.

“Tul….”

“If there’s any problem with my words, would you tell me, Sandra?”

Sandra, suddenly singled out, looked at me with wide eyes. She was clearly startled.

“Sandra? I’m asking you. Your older sister is.”

She looked back and forth between Belladonna and Nigella, then stammered with an expression of not knowing what to do.

“Th… that….”

With her other hand, Sandra was frantically tugging at the sleeve of Belladonna, her mother.

“I made a mistake. From staying in the Imperial Capital for so long. Lady Tulia will understand, won’t you? Still, we have Grand Duke as our connection, don’t we?”

Finally, Belladonna Mertung spoke with a smile.

Only the corners of her mouth were raised while her glaring eyes were cold as ice.

Of course, Tulia’s heart is a titanium heart, so it doesn’t even tickle, right?

“Of course. Countess Orquin.”

“Thank you. Lady Tulia.”

“The Imperial Family’s etiquette must be just as strict as House Frazier’s, so it would have been fine to stay longer.”

That was sarcasm.

“I worried all day that the annex I prepared might be lacking compared to the Imperial Palace. Countess Orquin.”

That was sarcasm once more.

“…Well, thank you for your consideration. Lady Tulia.”

I raised both hands after showing that steel-like smile to Nigella as well, whose face had turned red and blue but ultimately couldn’t say a word.

Clap clap.

As soon as I clapped twice, the Assistant Butler stepped forward.

“Lady Tulia.”

Ha.

I hadn’t planned to go this far, but I should see it through to the end, right?

“Guide the two from House Frazier and our ‘guest’ to their lodgings.”

That was sarcasm to the very end.

How does it feel to be slapped back and forth with twisted bread after being sarcastic to your heart’s content!

Belladonna’s lips trembled.

“Yes, Lady Tulia.”

“I’ll guide you. Countess Orquin.”

The servants moved in perfect coordination.

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