That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 40

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Chapter 40

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How to see the true ending of as Coriko.

Marry Lisian Frazier, the eldest son and heir of Marquis Aster Frazier.

How to see the immoral ending of as Coriko.

Marry Leon Frazier, the second son of Marquis Aster Frazier and Lisian’s twin.

That was right.

Those two were Tulia’s twin older brothers.

“…”

And both of them didn’t have very good relationships with their younger sister Tulia.

Especially the relationship between the second son Leon Frazier and Tulia was…

‘Enemies? No.’

Extreme enemies?

That seemed like a more fitting description.

Adel was hurriedly helping me get dressed.

“…They said they’ll arrive in 10 minutes.”

The butler told me such an impossible timeframe and hurried away, worried he might get caught in the crossfire.

‘He deliberately tried to prevent me from going out.’

Viscount Lilius, that man really.

“Adel.”

“Yes? Miss?”

“Since those twins are coming now, the castle will be busy, won’t it.”

“That’s right, isn’t it?”

“What I mentioned before, today seems like the perfect timing to execute it.”

Adel, who had been tying the ribbon on my back at the speed of light, paused for a moment.

But that was only brief.

Adel skillfully resumed helping me dress.

“You’re referring to the maids who were kicked out by Viscountess Aubrey, right?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Actually, while you were away with His Grace the Grand Duke, I looked into their whereabouts.”

“How did it turn out?”

“They all received very severe beatings from Viscountess Aubrey’s direct maids for several days.”

Adel moderated her words, but I could understand.

It seemed they had beaten them to the point of drawing blood, perhaps even to the point of exposing bone.

I lightly frowned and asked.

“Don’t tell me they killed Rilda?”

Rilda.

She was the head maid candidate that Aubrey had directly recommended.

That arrogant senior maid who had openly checked and ignored Adel while leading the maids assigned to me.

“They didn’t kill her. However…”

Adel said with some hesitation.

“They cut off the tip of her tongue.”

“Eek.”

Goosebumps rose on my arms.

“No, what could be so cruel…?”

“…Actually, all the servants who know anything are aware that Viscountess Aubrey’s methods are strict.”

So similar incidents had been happening continuously before.

Perhaps that’s why the old Tulia’s servants had been even more desperate to mistreat and torment Tulia.

‘Sigh.’

I didn’t bother asking how Adel had found out all this detailed information.

Adel was from the borderlands.

Neither noble nor commoner.

That place that all imperial citizens avoided.

A talent who had risen to the position of senior maid in the Grand Duke Frazier House, even while hiding her tremendous connection to Ruk Kelfosher and despite everyone knowing she was from the borderlands.

During that difficult period, she must have built some kind of network.

“What happened to the other maids?”

“They were all sold.”

“Among those maids, there was one from the borderlands, right?”

“Ah… Yes, Miss. ‘Clara’ was from the borderlands.”

“Where was she sold to?”

“She was sold to a slave auction house.”

“…?”

I was genuinely confused for the first time.

“But that’s illegal, isn’t it?”

“Since she’s a noble lady of the Grand Duke Frazier House… it seems it wasn’t particularly difficult for her to access.”

“…”

How much does she cherish that son of hers, really.

Cutting off tongues and even selling to illegal slave auction houses?

“Could you possibly go there too, Adel?”

Adel answered without even thinking.

“Yes, Miss. If I disguise myself.”

‘What exactly was Adel’s profession before?’

Swallowing the question that suddenly arose, I took out a dazzlingly sparkling pure gold hairpin from the drawer.

The one that Empress Carmi had personally given me.

“Miss, this is a gift from the Empress…”

“Can you sell it without getting caught?”

Adel began to smile a little. The tasks I was asking of her were no longer at the level of a maid’s duties but rather those of a spy.

Yet she seemed to find it amusing that I was shamelessly making such requests.

“Yes. Since it’s full of high-quality jewelry too.”

“Then could you convert this hairpin into money and bring that maid back?”

I was neither an angel nor a saint.

I had absolutely no intention of rescuing the maids who had been severely tortured and cast out by Viscountess Aubrey.

After all, they were the ones who had conspired with Viscountess Aubrey to trap me in the first place.

My request to bring back the maid named Clara wasn’t because I felt sorry for her being from the borderlands or anything like that.

It was because I needed that maid.

Adel also seemed to already guess that I wouldn’t be showing any unnecessary mercy.

Rather, that aspect seemed to appeal to Adel as well.

After even wrapping a cloak around me, Adel asked.

“Should I bring Clara back secretly, or openly?”

“Bring her back very openly, Adel.”

Aubrey spends her days in tears because of Tedrick, so she might not notice even if we bring her back grandly.

Adel smiled slightly.

“Understood. Miss.”

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‘The conversation went on so long that I couldn’t even touch my hair.’

I hurried down the staircase while continuously running my hands through my hair.

Even as I rushed down the stairs, both my hands were busy braiding my hair.

I was already on my way to hastily greet the brothers who were at odds with Tulia.

I had to minimize anything they could find fault with.

‘One way to insult unwelcome guests is to greet them looking like a complete mess.’

No matter how much this was inside a game, noble society was still noble society.

Fortunately, just before reaching the Great Hall on the first floor, my hair was roughly finished.

‘It doesn’t look strange, does it?’

I couldn’t properly look in a mirror, only catching glimpses in the mirrors and portrait glass occasionally hung on the stairway walls as I quickly braided, so I couldn’t get a sense of my hair’s condition.

Fortunately, the massive Great Hall on the first floor had a large mirror hanging that was taller than a person.

As I hurriedly walked while glancing to check my appearance, I unconsciously stopped in my tracks.

‘Huh?’

What?

Contrary to my worries that it might be a mess, with strands sticking out like tangled thread everywhere, my hair looked absolutely beautiful.

“…?”

It looked like the work of a court lady with professional skills.

‘Ah right. I don’t have time now.’

A beat late, I hurried toward the outside and suddenly realized.

‘Ah! It’s because of the Skill Stat!’

Because I had unwillingly put 5 points into the Skill Stat, my dexterity had apparently improved tremendously.

‘…I cried tears of blood then, but somehow it’s useful.’

Indeed, life’s misfortunes can turn into blessings.

There really was no useless stat in the world, I thought as tears streamed down inside.

I briefly wondered if I made jam again now, wouldn’t it turn out incredibly delicious?

‘Of course, right now I have to face a much more urgent problem than that.’

I swallowed my dry saliva and moved forward.

The massive main gate that separated inside from outside was guarded by two attendants who were always stationed there.

As soon as they saw me, they bowed lightly and opened the door without delay.

The door carved with wave patterns like ocean waves opened, and sunlight poured down.

And there were the butler, advisors, and servants already waiting outside.

I passed between them as they stood in formation with the center left empty, and took my place at the very front.

It seemed I had arrived at exactly the right time, just barely making it.

The moment I stepped in front of the butler, I could see horses galloping across the vast garden toward us.

It was the blink of an eye.

“Hyah!”

The horses stopped with some distance between us.

Is this how male protagonists usually make their entrance (though these are guys who shouldn’t end up with Tulia)?

The backlighting happened to make their faces invisible.

What a theatrical entrance, even nature was helping.

A beat later, two men gracefully dismounted from their horses.

‘Since there’s a 2-year age gap with Tulia, they’d be 17. Both of them.’

The male leads of Coriko, and Tulia’s older brothers.

Our eyes met.

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‘Wow, what’s with this family’s genes?’

That was my first thought upon seeing them.

Though I had seen their faces thousands of times in illustrations, seeing them actually alive and moving felt rather unreal.

They truly had the kind of beauty worthy of being chosen as male leads.

However, both of them were looking at me with strangely hardened expressions.

To others, it might look like the three of us were having a staring contest.

“Hello, Older Brothers.”

As I stepped forward and greeted them, the frozen time seemed to break.

‘The one on the right is Lisian Frazier.’

Named after the late grandmother, the Grand Duchess.

The elder of the twins.

His silver hair, which would normally be neatly arranged, was now slightly disheveled from the wind.

‘The one on the left is Leon Frazier.’

The younger of the twins.

True to the setting of fraternal twins, Leon Frazier’s black hair, different from Lisian’s, struck my vision intensely.

By the way, this one was the bastard.

‘But unlike in the game, since he actually came out to greet me personally, please, show just half as much character as your beauty…!’

While I was praying desperately inside, Leon Frazier’s mouth slowly opened.

“…Older Brothers?”

“Yes, Older Brothers. It’s been a while since I greeted….”

“What’s with that disgusting way of speaking?”

His teal eyes were looking at me like I was trash.

“Why don’t you cut it out right now, Tulia Frazier.”

It was the moment my prayers went crashing down.

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