That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 118
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Chapter 118
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“What on earth is all this about?”
“Exactly.”
The noble ladies and ladies who had been invited to Sandra’s birthday party today whispered with pale faces as they hurriedly left the main castle.
Since it was a grand party held with determination under Nigella’s patronage, the procession of nobles leaving seemed endless.
Since the guests consisted only of mothers and daughters, and fathers and daughters, their conversations were much more informal.
“It’s been so long since we’ve seen Marquis Aster Frazier’s face.”
“Has it been nearly 10 years?”
“But who would have thought he’d announce a family trial right there on the spot as soon as he arrived…”
It was truly lightning-fast proceedings.
As soon as Marquis Aster Frazier heard Tulia’s words, he didn’t question Nigella about anything.
He simply announced that he would hold a ‘family trial’ right there on the spot.
The splendid birthday party where Sandra and Belladonna had been the protagonists became a complete mess, and the guests left the main castle as they were.
No, it was closer to fleeing.
Worried they might get wrongly entangled if they stayed, they rushed out without looking back, causing quite a commotion for a while.
“To think they embezzled Lady Tulia’s child support money – no wonder that mistress lived so extravagantly for a concubine.”
“What do you think the trial results will be?”
“Well, I suppose the title ‘abandoned young lady’ wasn’t true after all.”
Several ladies who had mocked Tulia with that title and caused friction trembled as they recalled Marquis Aster Frazier’s terrifying appearance.
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‘Why won’t they let me in?’
I knew there was a family trial court in the Grand Ducal House’s main castle.
‘When it was Viscount Lilius and Tedrick, they received trial-style interrogations in front of the elders and other retainers in the conference hall, not the family trial court.’
But the family trial court where Nigella and the others had been dragged to now was different.
Decisions made in the family trial court left no room for reversal.
From that perspective, Viscount Lilius’s case was actually handled with some consideration, or rather, influence at work?
To be precise, Viscount Lilius had many elders and retainers on his side, so he could proceed with matters in the grand conference hall.
‘The fact that the family trial court is now in session means…’
There’s no intention of showing any leniency toward Nigella’s embezzlement.
I’d seen it through .
There was even an ending where Tulia was brought before a family trial, stripped of the Frazier surname, and became a commoner.
Or an ending where she was brought before a family trial and exiled to a foreign country.
There was also an ending where she had to kneel and apologize to Coriko.
‘No, that’s not right.’
Rather than endings, they were one of the Tulia punishment events.
One of many, many events.
So it was a familiar place, if anything.
But the Marquis didn’t allow me to enter the trial court.
‘Well, family meetings always ended quickly anyway.’
From what I saw in-game, it was at most 1 hour?
‘…But why isn’t it ending!’
Even after I received proper treatment for my ankle, had a proper late dinner, and even returned to my bedroom to wash up and take a nap, the family trial was still ongoing.
“Was there a break in between?”
“No, Miss. They say it continued without a single recess.”
“What? They stayed up all night?”
“Yes. I heard that Countess Orquin briefly fainted… but we can’t know for certain what’s happening inside.”
“Huh…”
Listening to what Adel told me, I tilted my head in confusion.
At first, when the trial dragged on, I thought maybe the Marquis was trying to show some leniency since she was his younger sister.
But seeing rumors about Belladonna Mertung fainting starting to circulate, that didn’t seem to be the case either.
‘Ah, those people must have embezzled an enormous amount of money, including Tulia’s child support.’
The amount must be so large that it’s taking a long time to calculate.
‘Lisian and Leon were also called as witnesses to the family trial.’
So I slept alone for the first time in a while yesterday.
My fear of the terrifying status window had largely disappeared while being with the twins, and fortunately I was able to fall asleep like fainting yesterday due to feeling restless and being physically unwell.
I headed to the party hall.
To the place where Sandra’s birthday party had abruptly ended yesterday.
“It’s a mess, as expected.”
At my words, the maid assisting me was startled and asked cautiously.
“Should we clean it up right away?”
“No. Leave it. Since they threw the birthday party, they should clean it up. No matter how long the trial drags on, it should end within 2-3 days.”
“Yes. Understood, Lady Tulia.”
The main meal had been somewhat finished, but the elaborate finger foods that had been prepared and the large, fancy birthday cake were left less than half eaten.
‘Nobles really don’t know the value of food.’
At least the sensible servants had covered them with glass covers.
I had already instructed them to remove all the firewood for heating the hall for the party, so this place was now as cold as a castle on a winter day.
It felt exactly like being inside a giant refrigerator.
“Tell the servants to take some as they pass by. If you tell them to take it, there will be people who sweep it all away, so tell them to share it among themselves tactfully.”
“Ah! Yes, Miss!”
Having lived on cucumber sandwiches, I absolutely could not tolerate throwing away such expensive food while it was still perfectly good.
With all those splendid dishes that nobles enjoy at parties, I could see the maid’s expression brighten immediately.
After the servants nibble away at the food like hamsters, what Nigella and the others will see when they emerge from the trial will be the remnants of a party with only food scraps left.
This is truly killing two birds with one stone.
‘She’ll feel completely awful, right? I’m most curious about how Nigella will react.’
And honestly, I was curious about something else too.
Just how much of my child support money Nigella and Belladonna had embezzled.
Depending on how much they had stolen, the blueprint for my revenge would also change.
I’m a villainess who needs to drink as much cider as the sweet potatoes I’ve eaten, after all.
As my internal revenge blueprints began to exceed 2,000, I was even starting to feel excited.
‘So who told them to torment me?’
I’m Tulia.
A revenge-crazed bitch.
Feeling the petty and evil blood flowing through Tulia’s body, I laughed “hehehe” to myself.
‘Ah, but this is strange.’
Why does one side of my chest keep feeling cold?
It feels like winter wind is blowing through my heart, with only that part’s temperature dropping endlessly.
There are times when even I can’t fully understand the beginning and end of my own feelings.
Thanks to that, I shivered from a strange coldness throughout my solitary meal for the first time in a while.
Knock knock.
It was around afternoon when the assistant butler came to me as I had returned to my bedroom early to read a book.
“Lady Tulia.”
“What’s the matter?”
“His Grace the Grand Duke and the Marquis are calling you to the meeting room.”
“Which meeting room?”
“They’ve called you to the small conference room.”
“If it’s there… the trial must be completely finished?”
“Yes.”
“I understand. Let’s go.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Since they were calling me to a meeting room rather than the courtroom, it seemed the trial was completely over.
“Lady Tulia is entering.”
The servant opened the door for me, and I entered the meeting room.
This small conference room that opens whenever the matters being handled are grave.
Perhaps because of that, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
‘And everyone here is only Fraziers.’
Except for clerks and minimal servants, even the elders weren’t present.
Sitting in the highest seat was, of course, Grandfather.
And beside him was Marquis Aster Frazier.
The twins were sitting with equally pale faces, and at the lowest seats sat Nigella’s family.
The seat I was guided to was across from the twins.
And…
‘These documents piled up like mountains are one thing.’
But these dresses neatly folded in front of me…
I sat in the high seat and glanced down at the lowest seats.
Whether Adel’s words about fainting weren’t lies, Belladonna Mertung had a corpse-like complexion.
Sandra wasn’t much different either.
Even the sturdy Nigella was exhausted to the point of collapse, with a face that looked ready to fall over at any moment.
‘So they really interrogated them for over 30 hours?’
Was that really possible?
Marquis Aster Frazier, sitting at the head table with an unreadable, expressionless face, showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.
‘…Grandfather doesn’t look pleased.’
For Grandfather, it wasn’t a matter of stamina, but rather he wore an expression of feeling devastated by this situation.
Of course, to those who didn’t know better, he would still look like a giant tiger, but having watched Grandfather’s moods so much, I could tell immediately now.
‘He wouldn’t be in a good mood.’
In any case.
I decided to open my mouth and ask first.
“What are these dresses?”
These were the dresses Belladonna and Sandra had worn at the birthday party, so even though I asked them, Belladonna didn’t open her mouth.
It was the Marquis who broke the brief silence.
“Answer her, Miss Belson.”
‘Wow, to the very end.’
Even while continuing to inflict the insult that Belladonna Mertung hated most, the Marquis’s face still showed no change in expression.
But Belladonna Mertung also seemed to lack the strength to tremble with rage and plot revenge.
With a terribly pale face, even with a servile expression, she spoke to me.
“I secretly took the dresses that should have gone to Lady Tulia. I’ll return them all, so please, my lady, show mercy…”
“Wait.”
Belladonna’s trembling voice was cut off. Marquis Aster had interrupted her words.
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Shushu
“Answer her, Miss Belson.” I appreciate the pettiness zaddy Aster
Like okay, sure, everything is coming to light as to most of the wrongs that were committed against Tulia/ OG Tulia however Frazier FAM, don’t act like it wasn’t the result of glaring NEGLECT toward an innocent child. So many mistakes. So much lack of oversight. Like…For f sake
Quick side note: two chaps prior when Lisian and Leon were talking ABOUT Miss Beluga’s dress and how Tulia would find out about it through not them, but by someone else? The hell, did they know the dad was sending her dresses and other shit? Additionally did they know good ol papa was back in town and decided NOT to mention it to ya gurl? Tha faq. Fahhhhh
Also, was it the dad that supposedly is the only one that loves her per the message window? Dude you have a lot of explaining to do
Anyways, next chapter…