That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 117
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Chapter 117
“That little millet grain has grown quite a bit.”
Millet grain…
In , Tulia was quite a tall beauty.
Well, that’s how most villainesses are.
Tall and slender beauties with upturned eyes.
But to the Marquis who looked well over 190cm tall, someone like Tulia would really look like a millet grain.
The Marquis’s cold eyes swept over me as he asked.
“Why are you in such a disheveled state?”
Well, because I just fell down.
Because Nigella threw me aside while trying to help his own daughter who had fallen.
…I couldn’t answer so boldly.
It was a strange feeling. How should I put it. Like a dam that was about to overflow.
I didn’t quite understand why my nose was stinging.
And I didn’t know why I couldn’t say anything and was just staring blankly at Marquis Aster.
‘At times like this, I wonder if the system window is controlling me, or if the stats are controlling me.’
Or if the real Tulia was controlling me.
I couldn’t tell.
Just then.
“Ah, Elder Brother Aster?!”
There was someone pushing through the crowd in the distance, running over in a hurry.
It was Nigella.
‘Wow. I get to see that man running with such a shocked expression.’
Excluding Grandfather who was His Grace the Grand Duke, Nigella was actually the highest-ranking person in this Frazier Grand Duchy.
That’s why Viscount Lilius always tried to please Nigella, and needless to say, so did the other nobles.
Always walking solemnly with his hands behind his back, speaking in a low voice.
Nigella Frazier, who used to walk slowly as if nothing in the world could frighten him.
I had never even dreamed of seeing Nigella, who didn’t hesitate to treat not only me but also the twins like inferiors, running over in such a flustered manner.
“B-Brother, what brings you all the way here?”
He asked breathlessly, his face flushed from running in such a hurry.
“No, more importantly, when did you arrive?!”
But Marquis Aster Frazier only answered in a cold voice.
“Do I need to report such things to you in detail?”
“Th-that’s not what I meant…!”
‘…What? He’s even scared?’
It seemed I wasn’t the only one seeing Nigella like this for the first time.
The surrounding nobles looked equally flustered.
‘Or not.’
About half of the noble ladies were staring at Marquis Aster Frazier in a daze.
‘He certainly has the looks to conquer the hearts of noble ladies…’
The Marquis was extremely handsome, and perhaps from spending nearly 10 years at the border where barbarians swarmed, he was shrouded in raw, wild charm like a shadow.
Like an untamed beast, you could say.
Marquis Aster turned his gaze away from Nigella, who couldn’t even make proper eye contact.
And then.
“Miss Belon.”
“…!”
Instantly, several people gasped.
One of them was Belladonna Mertung.
It was only natural.
Because.
‘Did he just call Belladonna Miss Belon?’
Good heavens.
In the noble society of the Briyang Empire, it was one of the common insults.
Deliberately calling someone by the wrong name was.
“Marquis Aster Frazier. My name is ‘Belladonna Mertung.'”
Belladonna Mertung said with a forced smile.
“Previously, Her Majesty the Empress appointed me as ‘Countess Orquin.'”
However, the Marquis’s indifferent gaze didn’t change at all.
Instead of making excuses that it was a mistake or that he had no intention of humiliating her, he simply opened his mouth without even blinking.
“Miss Belladonna.”
“…!”
Instantly, Belladonna’s face froze with that smile still on it.
So this is where Tulia’s aggressive nature was inherited from.
While several noble ladies stood there with their mouths agape.
“Why does this diamond… No, that’s not right.”
Marquis Aster slightly furrowed his brow and shifted his gaze to Nigella.
Then he held up the green diamond he was holding—the precious gem that Belladonna Mertung had been stepping on earlier—and continued speaking.
“Nigella Frazier.”
Instantly, Nigella Frazier’s eyes began shaking wildly.
“Why does your mistress have this diamond.”
‘What?’
“That I sent to my daughter?”
“…!”
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“You shouldn’t be in pain anymore, Lady Sandra.”
The Grand Ducal House’s personal physician, whom Nigella had hurriedly called for his injured daughter, wrapped her ankle with bandages with perfect skill.
Sandra glanced at the physician’s medicine box as she put her shoes back on.
Earlier, the medicine box that had caught her attention was filled with all sorts of precious medicinal materials.
Her mother, Belladonna Mertung, cared about maintaining youth and beauty above all else, and spent enormous amounts of money especially on skincare.
Thanks to that, Sandra also had much more extensive knowledge about expensive medicinal materials than other ladies her age.
To think that the personal physicians of the Grand Duchy Main Castle easily possessed such expensive medicinal materials that her mother would have desperately tried to secure with burning eyes.
‘So whenever Tulia gets hurt, she always receives treatment with such expensive medicinal materials?’
She felt newly envious.
“Lady Sandra. Is your ankle alright?”
“It’s fine. Thank you.”
Thanks to her father Nigella’s efforts, Sandra had already gained several followers.
Most were young ladies of lower titles, but it didn’t matter. She could slowly turn her back on them later once she had solidified her position anyway.
They smiled brightly and tried to please Sandra.
“It’s fortunate that Lady Sandra’s dress wasn’t damaged.”
“That’s right. I heard earlier that Lady Tulia ruined Countess Orquin’s dress?”
“What?”
Sandra exclaimed in surprise.
“Good heavens, do you know how much that dress Mother wore today cost…!”
She stood up abruptly, indignant.
In the first place, she wasn’t hurt as badly as Tulia, and the pain had long since subsided.
‘That nasty-tempered brat is always dying to get at Mother!’
Coming to the hall alone without either mother or father!
Today too, Sandra had deliberately worn the most expensive dress she owned.
It was the most expensive dress among those her father had given her, and the jewels attached to it were all large and of the finest quality.
Of course, the dress Mother wore was the same.
How thrilling it was each time she received envious looks from other noble ladies and ladies.
Mother must have felt the same way, but it seemed Tulia couldn’t stand it and had been spiteful toward Mother.
“I need to go to Mother quickly. Could you help support me?”
“My goodness, of course!”
The ladies around Sandra were all clamoring to help support her.
She headed toward the Grand Banquet Hall triumphantly, burning with fighting spirit.
Her neck tingled with excitement at the thought of confronting Tulia as soon as she saw her and demanding answers about damaging Mother’s dress.
But what she saw as soon as she arrived at the Grand Banquet Hall was.
Music that had stopped.
Nobles quiet as if doused with cold water.
Her mother and father’s faces, pale as wax.
And….
“Why is your adopted daughter wearing that dress again? Nigella Frazier.”
It was the ice-cold gaze of a monster-like man she had never seen before in her life.
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“B-Brother. That is….”
“The dress your mistress is wearing. The dress your adopted daughter is wearing. This Green Diamond too.”
“…B-Brother. That is, there’s a minor misunderstanding….”
“Wait.”
Marquis Aster Frazier frowned.
He looked at the jewels hanging all over Sandra’s dress, seeming to assess something, then asked back.
“Those jewels look familiar too.”
“…!”
“Weren’t those what I sent to my daughter?”
“That’s correct, Marquis.”
A beat late, I noticed there was a man standing beside Marquis Aster.
‘It’s Advisor Max.’
Chief Advisor to Marquis Aster Frazier.
He was an extra among extras who had maybe one or two lines of dialogue in .
If I could remember even such an extra’s name, just how much had I played….
Anyway.
“Every single one, without exception, was what you sent to Lady Tulia last year, Marquis.”
‘…All of that belonged to Tulia?’
It was mine?
It felt like being struck by words.
That was surely the same for Sandra and all the noble ladies, ladies, and several male nobles present in this place.
Sandra staggered backward with a bloodless white face.
“I absolutely cannot understand this situation. Nigella Frazier.”
“That….”
Nigella couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth, as if someone had stuffed stones down his throat.
And even in my dazed state, as if I’d been slapped several times, I instinctively realized.
“Uncle Nigella.”
So then.
“Could it be that all the child support Father sent me over the years.”
About where my child support had been going all this time.
“Did you embezzle all of it, Uncle?”
“…!”
Murmuring sounds scattered like waves from here and there. Nigella’s face turned bright red as he shouted.
“Wh-what are you saying! Tulia! It was Lilius who was embezzling your budget!”
“Marquis Aster Frazier.”
When I called his name, our eyes met directly. It was fascinating how his eye color was almost exactly the same as Tulia’s.
‘But this is really strange.’
Why do I feel worse than when I first met Grandfather?
Is the Marquis, being my father, scarier than Grandfather?
Or is it because that was a pleasant meal setting, while this is a painful banquet where I’m hurt?
My nose kept stinging, but.
“Then are you saying, Marquis, that you’ve only been periodically sending me dresses and jewelry all this time?”
I absolutely had to say the words that would send Nigella and various other people to hell.
“I haven’t received a single penny from you, Marquis, for nearly 10 years and almost starved to death several times.”
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