That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 171

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Chapter 171

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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‘What, what’s this.’

 

I put down the bowl of cream stew I had been eagerly devouring.

 

Zzzt-

 

With a sound like a TV screen cutting out, Ferdinand’s image that had been unfolding before my eyes disappeared.

 

And at the same time.

 

“Poop Star, you’re back again? Hehe, really…”

 

Kim Ddongbyeol was hovering above me again.

 

“Are the Male Leads made of some kind of electromagnetic interference aluminum material or something.”

 

I muttered and put down even the spoon I had been using to eat the stew.

 

Though it wasn’t even lunchtime, a lavish meal sufficient for three people was laid out before me.

 

“I can’t eat anymore. Well… I did manage to eat half of it though.”

 

I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

 

Kim Ddongbyeol Surveillance Benefit.

 

To use this benefit that I had arbitrarily named, there was one small constraint.

 

Namely, that I had to eat continuously while using the benefit.

 

I would become incredibly hungry, to the point where I couldn’t survive unless I put something in my mouth.

 

After discovering this fact through a single experiment, I would always prepare plenty of food before using the surveillance benefit and munch away while watching the real-time footage displayed before my eyes.

 

‘I tried using the surveillance benefit wondering what the Empress might be up to before the triumph ceremony.’

 

Of course, I had no hobby of peeping into others’ private lives, and if Empress Carmi wasn’t plotting anything particular, I planned to quickly bring Kim Ddongbyeol back.

 

But who would have thought Ferdinand would appear.

 

‘And then the screen immediately started flickering with that zzzt sound.’

 

That Kim Ddongbyeol bastard, stop toying with people already!

 

The surveillance benefit absolutely didn’t work on the Male Leads.

 

That’s why I couldn’t use it even when I couldn’t meet Klaus for nearly a month.

 

But this time, since the Crown Prince entered while I was surveilling Empress Carmi, it seemed Kim Ddongbyeol had no choice but to output the footage.

 

‘If only it hadn’t been all staticky…! Damn Poop Star, I can’t even beat it to fix it.’

 

The screen was degraded and the voices were all choppy so I couldn’t understand properly, but it was such an amazing face that made me endure watching all of this.

 

Moreover…

 

‘Kim Ddongbyeol followed Ferdinand for a brief moment.’

 

The footage cut off abruptly just as Ferdinand was getting slapped by some unknown person.

 

But from just that blurry footage and audio, I had sufficiently figured out who had struck the Crown Prince’s face.

 

‘It must be the Emperor.’

 

“But was what I saw earlier just my imagination.”

 

When Ferdinand coldly thanked Empress Carmi for sending the white tulip dye.

 

At that moment, just for an instant.

 

I was sure Ferdinand’s eyes had looked directly toward where Kim Ddongbyeol was.

 

 

 

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“Cough, cough!”

 

Emperor Alessandro.

 

His condition looked worse than Ferdinand’s, who had been slapped.

 

After forcefully striking Ferdinand’s cheek, he was the one struggling with the exertion, coughing violently.

 

The Chief Attendant hurriedly covered the Emperor’s mouth with a handkerchief.

 

The handkerchief was stained with a little blood.

 

The Chief Attendant skillfully hid his stiffening expression and tried to fold and conceal the bloodstained part, but…

 

“What are you hiding it for? Show it to him!”

 

At the Emperor’s furious voice, the Chief Attendant had no choice but to show the blood on the handkerchief to the Crown Prince, Ferdinand.

 

“What would that bastard care about? He’s an unfilial son who doesn’t give a damn about his own mother or father! He’d probably be delighted to see his father coughing up blood!”

 

Ferdinand had already seen the blood on the handkerchief even before the Chief Attendant tried to hide it.

 

But as the Emperor said, he felt no emotion whatsoever.

 

No, actually.

 

Some emotion had surged up sharply, but it lacked the volume or substance to weigh down his heart.

 

Just some afterimage that left only a pointed trace.

 

Since it was pain he couldn’t properly recognize himself, needless to say Emperor Alessandro couldn’t either.

 

He simply sneered in anger at this boy’s appearance that had remained unchangingly the same from some point onward for eternity.

 

“How fortunate you are. Your mother gave up even her own life to grant you divine power, so you’ll never suffer from a single chronic illness in your lifetime!”

 

When referring to Carmi: ‘your mother.’

 

When referring to Olivia: ‘your mother.’

 

The Emperor didn’t notice that subtle difference, but Ferdinand did.

 

So he couldn’t help but chuckle. Emperor Alessandro ground his teeth at the Crown Prince’s expression and asked.

 

“Why are you laughing? Have you finally lost your mind?”

 

“Thanks to that mother, I’ve been called a cripple, monster, and disabled my whole life.”

 

Ferdinand continued speaking without fully suppressing his laughter.

 

“But since His Imperial Majesty envies me for it, that one thing isn’t so bad.”

 

Slap!

 

Ferdinand’s face turned to the opposite side this time. Blood was now flowing from his split lip.

 

Emperor Alessandro shouted with bloodshot eyes.

 

“You who devoured your mother! How dare you spout such nonsense?!”

 

Ferdinand slowly turned his head back to its original position.

 

However, that speed was eerily slow, and the Crown Prince’s eyes were a red color as if they inherently contained blood.

 

“…”

 

Those watching Ferdinand felt their bones chill for a moment. Even the Emperor was no different.

 

But an emperor is an emperor. The instinctive fear he felt was quickly hidden beneath the dignity of the imperial throne.

 

“Who was it that made the woman who devoured my mother into an empress?”

 

“…What?”

 

“No. I asked the wrong question. Your Imperial Majesty. Where is the ‘bastard’ who devoured my mother now?”

 

A beat late, Emperor Alessandro shouted in rage.

 

“You damned bastard! How dare you spout such nonsense in whose presence?”

 

“Yes. I am a damned bastard. No, I’m a bastard son of a whore. Your Imperial Majesty.”

 

For just a moment, countless emotions flashed through the bright red eyes that had been indifferent throughout.

 

But what remained in the end was only a faint sneer.

 

“Who would you blame? I am the Emperor’s son, after all.”

 

“You… how dare you…”

 

Veins bulged in Emperor Alessandro’s neck.

 

“Insolent! You shameless bastard, how dare you, how dare you…!”

 

Emperor Alessandro finally grabbed Ferdinand’s collar and clenched his fist.

 

In the past, he had been a great knight of considerable renown. The Emperor’s fist was fierce. If struck in the face with such a fist, even gathering all the skilled Palace Physicians in the imperial palace wouldn’t be able to restore the Crown Prince’s face by the triumph ceremony.

 

Just as the Chief Attendant hurried to intervene.

 

“Cough…!”

 

“Your, Your Majesty!”

 

Emperor Alessandro finally coughed up a handful of blood. It was an incomparably larger amount than what had stained the handkerchief earlier.

 

That vivid red blood splattered enough to reach Ferdinand’s face.

 

Fresh blood dotted his face that was already bleeding from the Emperor’s blows. Father and son’s blood mixed together in a ridiculous sight.

 

Ferdinand sneered.

 

Meanwhile, Emperor Alessandro, barely managing to straighten his back with the Chief Attendant’s support, spoke with a voice trembling with rage.

 

“Do you think… that I cannot change the Crown Prince even now?”

 

A clear threat.

 

However, not even the slightest waver crossed Ferdinand’s face. He merely looked like a beautiful sculpture carved from marble.

 

“Yes. I know you cannot.”

 

The Emperor’s breathing grew rough. He could no longer stand properly and collapsed onto the bed with a thud.

 

“You disgusting monster.”

 

“…”

 

“An ungrateful child who devoured his own mother to be born…”

 

“…”

 

“If only you hadn’t existed, if only you hadn’t been in her womb. She wouldn’t have left this world resenting me so much… Do you know? You are a piece of trash that separated your mother and father between life and death…”

 

Emperor Alessandro muttered while coughing repeatedly and spitting blood several times.

 

He seemed half out of his mind, but Ferdinand simply listened silently.

 

Olivia.

 

His dead mother.

 

The woman whom even his father, even the great Emperor of the Empire, had worshipped and loved repeatedly.

 

Emperor Alessandro had thought his entire life that he had unrequited love for Empress Olivia, but Ferdinand knew.

 

That Olivia too must have loved the Emperor in her own way.

 

So she must have been hurt by her husband’s betrayal.

 

So she must have felt such love and hate for her son Ferdinand, who resembled half of the Emperor’s face.

 

The Emperor’s words weren’t wrong.

 

Olivia had risked her life to save Ferdinand. She had gathered countless amounts of Divine Power and poured it into her son.

 

Thanks to that, hadn’t he grown like a tumor in her body? To be eternally scorned and mocked by everyone for that reason.

 

Ferdinand always had to be the best.

 

Even when he was very young, he always had to show the greatest talent and results.

 

Only then would Olivia, his mother, smile even a little.

 

Only then would she manage a faint smile with her gaunt, sharp face.

 

But if he fell even slightly short.

 

If he seemed to act even a little childish.

 

Olivia would look down at young Ferdinand with her characteristically cold, chilly eyes.

 

With those eyes that seemed to want to strangle him right then and there, then conceive a new, perfect work.

 

Each time, Ferdinand felt a chill run through his small body. As if an unknown northern cold was flowing through his blood vessels, freezing even his heart.

 

How old was he then.

 

 

 

“His Highness the Crown Prince has Divine Power Excess Syndrome. Your Majesty the Empress.”

 

“He will never be able to grow. Forever in the form of a boy… Like this…”

 

 

 

That was the first time Olivia ever said she was sorry to me.

 

Ferdinand still couldn’t understand.

 

What she was sorry to him for, or rather.

 

Whether she was truly sorry to him.

 

There were words he wanted to ask but couldn’t bring himself to say. So he had to let them rot buried in his heart forever.

 

Which was greater – the heart that hated me or the heart that felt sorry.

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