That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 151

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Chapter 151

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“…That thing.”

 

On the platform of the Grand Banquet Hall.

 

Empress Carmi, sitting in the highest chair among them all, clenched her delicate hands with force.

 

Fortunately, the Grand Banquet Hall was as noisy as a stirred beehive, so her muttering just now didn’t reach anyone’s ears.

 

Empress Carmi became conscious of the nobles crowding around her again and managed her expression.

 

But she couldn’t stop her nails from gradually digging into her palms.

 

And for good reason, as she had received no reports whatsoever today.

 

Not only about Ferdinand, that damned Crown Prince returning to the Imperial Palace, but also about him participating in this debutante ball!

 

Why was this?

 

Why didn’t the Emperor inform her of this important fact?

 

‘Could it be.’

 

Did he deliberately hide it from her?

 

If so, why?

 

Why did he hide it from me?

 

Empress Carmi instantly became anxious.

 

Her younger sister had become a proper duchess, and she too had given birth to a prince who carried the Emperor’s bloodline.

 

Nevertheless, Empress Carmi’s position was not ‘complete.’

 

Unless Emperor Alessandro’s affection supported her, the crown she wore on her head was nothing but a handful of mirages.

 

The only ‘real Empress’ who could stand upright alone was Olivia, that woman who had already died.

 

Olivia was still the shackle that held Empress Carmi’s ankles.

 

Every time Emperor Alessandro seemed to show interest in her court ladies, every time he occasionally treated her coldly, Empress Carmi felt as if fire was burning inside her.

 

At the same time, her chest grew cold as if she had swallowed ice.

 

Because she knew.

 

Even if Emperor Alessandro’s heart changed and he betrayed her.

 

She could never be the same as Empress Olivia, who had cast aside the Emperor and died with dignity.

 

Empress Carmi could never be freed from her inferiority complex toward Empress Olivia for eternity.

 

It was quite natural that this hatred flowed toward the Crown Prince, who was Olivia’s bloodline.

 

Until now, Emperor Alessandro had also found Ferdinand disagreeable, so why did he let him attend the Imperial Palace ball today without giving me any hint?

 

Empress Carmi, mixed with various anxieties, put away her usual benevolent smile and stared piercingly at the back of Ferdinand’s head.

 

“Head Maid.”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty the Empress.”

 

The Head Maid, who had noticed that her master’s mood had hit rock bottom from the moment Ferdinand entered, approached with particular caution.

 

“Since the Crown Prince has returned after a long time, we should hold a family dinner this evening. Prepare it without any shortcomings, and since I’m concerned about the Crown Prince’s health after being away for so long, go find out if there are any particular problems.”

 

“I understand, Your Majesty the Empress.”

 

Though her tone was gentle on the surface, the reality was different.

 

The Crown Prince, who hadn’t returned from the battlefield for over a year, should have been half-crippled by now.

 

According to the letters he had personally written and sent.

 

She had wanted to dispatch people directly, but Ferdinand’s military barracks changed every week.

 

With such fierce battles taking place daily, it wasn’t easy for even Empress Carmi to plant her people there.

 

‘That fox-like bastard.’

 

In the letters he sent to Emperor Alessandro, he described his condition so pitifully, but it was all lies.

 

‘Were all the poisons I sent discovered and disposed of along the way? That can’t be.’

 

Empress Carmi didn’t know the fact that Ferdinand had survived while being gradually poisoned.

 

She looked down at him, who still had the appearance of a boy. A light of contempt flashed in the Empress’s eyes.

 

‘Since he’s a monster born devouring divine power, he might be a poisonous insect that survived by consuming all those countless poisons without leaving any behind.’

 

Empress Carmi’s eyes turned toward Tulia.

 

She had to give Tulia Frazier, that golden statue, to her son as soon as possible.

 

 

 

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Meanwhile, Second Prince Dave was also thinking similar thoughts to his mother, Empress Carmi.

 

Setting aside how that damned bastard, who gave no hint whatsoever, managed to attend this debutante ball.

 

‘Mother definitely said he was half-crippled so there was nothing to worry about!’

 

Ferdinand looked far too fine.

 

Ah, he still had the appearance of a boy, consumed by that divine power as before.

 

But still.

 

Damn it, even that appearance looked so sacred that he seemed like a boy angel who had descended.

 

Was it because his mother was of precious bloodline?

 

Is that why everything about him looked so different?

 

‘Damn annoying bastard.’

 

His stomach was twisting to the breaking point.

 

He wanted to pluck out the eyes of all the ladies who were looking at that irritating bastard as if enchanted, but he barely held back.

 

‘The way to surpass that bastard, so for me to inherit the throne, is indeed.’

 

There was only the shining treasure box standing before him, Tulia Frazier.

 

Dave had absolutely no intention of letting her go.

 

“Lady Tulia Frazier. Shall we go to the dance floor? Let’s dance the debutante dance first, then go greet brother Ferdinand together. That would be perfect. While we’re at it, let’s also go greet Mother.”

 

 

 

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‘Look at what this bastard is saying?’

 

I glared inwardly.

 

Just listening to what Dave was saying, we already seemed like newlyweds. It sounded like he was suggesting we dance and then go greet the high-ranking relatives.

 

‘Like a patient with delusions.’

 

After being rejected so much, seeing him still so confident, I could roughly guess how Empress Carmi had raised her son.

 

But I didn’t make any particular excuses and just nodded my head.

 

Because.

 

‘You won’t be able to walk out of here anyway after the dance.’

 

Forget greetings, I’ll make you get carried out by a court attendant while glaring at me with eyes that want to kill me.

 

It was at that moment when I was smiling wickedly inside.

 

Have you ever experienced the feeling of an ice pillar walking toward you step by step?

 

So, one man who seemed to easily lower the surrounding temperature by about 10 degrees just by standing still, no, one boy.

 

No, one of the male protagonists who looked like a boy on the outside but was definitely a young man inside, gradually approached me and then….

 

“Fe, Ferdinand, brother?”

 

Stopped right in front of me.

 

“Bro, brother. How did you come here without any notice?”

 

Dave, who was beside me, was even more flustered and spoke up.

 

“Did I need to give you notice before I could return to the palace?”

 

“Ha… haha. How could that be? I’m just saying this because I was surprised that you appeared so suddenly.”

 

As expected.

 

Ferdinand, whom I was seeing after a long time, was still cynical and arrogant. Probably only Emperor Alessandro wouldn’t be intimidated by his cold eyes.

 

‘And Grandfather, Father, and the other Male Leads.’

 

Even Tulia in was cautious in front of Ferdinand.

 

Dave, who couldn’t belong to the male lead, seemed to wipe away cold sweat, then hurriedly showed a good-natured smile.

 

“You’ve come at just the right time, brother. This is your first time seeing Lady Tulia Frazier, isn’t it? She’s agreed to dance the debutante dance with me today. Since you’re watching, brother, we’ll have to dance even more magnificently! Hahaha!”

 

Ferdinand’s gaze naturally turned toward me. His face truly showed no emotion whatsoever, to the point where even I almost mistook this as our first meeting.

 

“Tulia Frazier, you said.”

 

“Yes. She’s also a close relative of your fiancée, Lady Sophia Frazier.”

 

I inwardly scoffed at Dave’s words. It was a scoff born of sheer disbelief.

 

‘He really does have tremendous inferiority complex toward the Crown Prince. This bastard.’

 

How could I not understand that the Second Prince’s reason for deliberately mentioning Sophia was to insult the Crown Prince?

 

To think my very existence would become a reason for someone to reflect on their humiliating past.

 

That strange feeling was brief.

 

I belatedly realized that Ferdinand was staring intently at me, and hurriedly grabbed my dress with both hands and bent my knees.

 

“I greet Your Highness the Crown Prince. I am Tulia of the Grand Duke Frazier House.”

 

Ferdinand said nothing. However, I could vividly feel his gaze scanning me from head to toe.

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