That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 43

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Chapter 43

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‘How satisfying.’

I could see both Aubrey and Viscount Lilius’s lips trembling simultaneously at my disgusting smile and answer.

But so what.

What are they going to do about it.

‘What’s stopping me from acting coy at this point.’

Whether I get cursed at by Aubrey or cursed at by that Leon Frazier, it’s all the same anyway.

If that’s the case, then acting obedient and good in this place where even the retainers are present would be much more advantageous.

In the midst of all this, I was worried that Leon Frazier might throw a fork at me, telling me to stop being disgustingly fake.

But that didn’t happen.

Fortunately.

‘That bastard is still a male lead, so he has at least some intelligence.’

Neither Aubrey nor Viscount Lilius.

They wouldn’t be able to attack me any further in this setting.

Having relaxed slightly, I shifted my gaze to the dining table.

Since it was a formal meal, you could tell they had put effort into decorating it despite it being morning time.

Angel sculptures supporting baskets filled with fruit.

Porcelain bowls carved with wave-like patterns resembling mermaid tails.

Twill tablecloth and chair covers with edges embroidered with pearl silk and lace.

The lamps covered with a layer of flowing muslin cast a gentle light even over the large dining table.

In vases with a cozy ivory tint, fresh flowers that the gardeners had personally cut this morning were beautifully arranged.

I only tasted the salad and appetizers that were served first before pushing them away. The cold dishes still hurt my throat because of my condition.

But when the steaming soup with peas and clam meat was served, I finally started eating properly.

The hot soup elegantly seasoned with pepper and herbs felt like a tonic for me, who still hadn’t fully recovered from my cold.

The temperature gently soothed my already scratchy throat.

After I finished the soup, I heard a servant asking whether I would like wine mixed with water, fresh lemon juice, or champagne as an aperitif.

“Just give me herbal tea.”

“Yes, Miss. How would you like the temperature?”

“Very hot.”

“We have premium chamomile available, how would that be?”

“Good. Give me that. Thank you.”

The conversation between me and the servant probably wasn’t clearly audible to the others.

Since Aubrey had given up on attacking me, Viscount Lilius skillfully had the small orchestra start playing.

Musicians playing instruments on one side of the dining room.

The soft melody suitable for a morning formal meal had the effect of appropriately drowning out people’s conversation.

After eating a few bites of the honey-glazed ham dish, a specially prepared fried oyster dish was served next.

Normally I would have happily devoured this precious food, but today I only nibbled at it slowly.

‘It feels like it’s scratching my throat.’

I could suddenly appreciate how Adel and the assistant butler had only brought me soft and hot food when I was in my room, carefully selecting meals suitable for a patient.

“Do, you have, no, appetite?”

Then, a voice reached my ear.

I turned to look to my right.

It was Lisian asking, who had been continuing his meal with a bearing somewhere between a noble and an angel.

‘Ah. Lisian.’

He was one of the few family members who didn’t hate me from the beginning, and being Coriko’s true male lead, I had opened my heart to Lisian to some extent as well.

“It’s not that.”

So a more sincere answer came out.

“My throat is scratchy because of my cold.”

That’s why this luxurious oyster dish, fried to maximum crispiness, didn’t taste good to me right now.

Lisian’s eyes glanced at my plate once.

Then.

“My, my menu is steamed, food.”

A soft and hot beef stew dish was placed right on my plate.

Since I came late, I had no choice in the menu, but Lisian must have come early and pre-selected his menu.

“…If I eat this, what about you, Lisian?”

Lisian casually took my food and said.

“I, like, oysters too.”

“…”

What is this feeling.

My heart feels warm and fuzzy.

“I’ll eat it well. Lisian.”

I added a bit slowly.

“…Thank you.”

“Yeah.”

The beef stew dish, seasoned with red wine, herbs, and various spices and steamed thoroughly for a long time, melted like butter in my mouth.

Tender meat that separated from the bone with just a touch of the fork.

I definitely had no appetite because of my cold.

But strangely, why does this beef stew taste so good?

I slowly sipped the very hot herbal tea the servant brought, blowing on it gently.

The fragrant and hot liquid flowing down my throat felt like it was warming my entire body in an unusually comforting way.

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“So, I just need to give him this medicine, right?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Thank you!”

After carefully putting the medicine I received from the personal physician in my pocket, the assistant butler quickly draped a cloak over me.

“Miss. Please dress warmly before Head Maid Adel returns. Otherwise, I’ll get scolded by the head maid.”

After tying the cloak’s ribbon tightly, I said I’d be back and quickly headed outside.

The place where I’m currently staying is in a corner section of the main castle.

However, Leon Frazier and Lisian Frazier, those twins, had their quarters in a somewhat better location than mine.

‘Even though they’re all children of the same marquis house, the twins and Tulia have vastly different abilities.’

Those twins were both outstanding talents.

They were prodigies competing for 1st and 2nd place at the Academy, and having inherited the qualities of Marquis Frazier, who was also called the Knight King, they showed remarkable results in swordsmanship tests despite their young age.

Moreover, that bastard Leon Frazier, though he had a nasty temperament like Tulia, was somewhat different in nature.

Tulia was truly a scoundrel who had been rolling around in mud.

Leon Frazier was a cold and intimidating young master.

So the servants naturally learned to be careful around him.

“Oh, Miss Tulia?”

When I went to the entrance of the twins’ quarters, a servant who recognized me greeted me.

“Where is Brother Lisian?”

“Young Master Lisian went to the Central Library earlier.”

‘He went straight to the library as soon as he arrived.’

As expected of the Academy’s top entrance student and future valedictorian.

The Central Library that Lisian had gone to was located at some distance from the main castle.

Though it was only about a 10-minute walk.

Walking through the vast central courtyard between the main castle and library, at some point the fragrant scent of paper begins to drift in.

The Central Library of Frazier Main Castle, housing hundreds of thousands of books.

Also known as the ‘Hall of Wisdom.’

Perhaps to strictly manage access to half the books, the library had only one entrance despite its overwhelming size.

I headed cheerfully toward the entrance.

The gatekeepers who recognized me bowed their heads lightly.

Entering the library, I received silent greetings from several librarians as I walked deeper inside.

Inside from the entrance, I could see beautiful silver hair with his back to the largest table.

‘Silver hair really is unfairly advantageous.’

Even indoors rather than under sunlight, it sparkled like pure silver, making it obvious to anyone that he was of noble birth.

Since libraries should be quiet, I approached slowly while muffling my footsteps.

While I was busily thinking of what to say as my first greeting to Lisian.

Something felt off about the atmosphere.

“So, so… as a, a suc-cessor, the right, right way of, of ruler-ship, that, that book is wh-where…”

Lisian was stammering but calmly stating the book he wanted.

The young librarian, who had a strangely irritated expression, let out a deep sigh.

“What? Please say that again, young master.”

“As a, a successor, the, the right way of rul-ruling…”

“Ah… damn.”

‘…Damn?’

Did he just say ‘damn’ to Lisian?

In that moment, my insides froze.

The librarian scratched his head roughly and muttered in an annoyed, irritated voice.

“Seriously, I can’t understand what the hell he’s saying…”

I was standing diagonally behind Lisian.

So I could only see his profile slightly, but it was enough to notice his expression darkening.

Meanwhile, the librarian carelessly shoved paper and pen forward.

“Could you just write it down here? Young master?”

He said he was handing it over, but it was practically thrown.

A librarian and the young master of the Marquis house.

Despite the vast difference in status, he acted like this.

Yet Lisian didn’t get angry.

As if this situation was familiar to him.

‘No, that’s right.’

It would be familiar.

Of course it would be.

I know.

Because I already saw it in .

This silver-haired young master who was used to being ignored for stammering.

It’s Coriko, his fiancée and the female protagonist, who heals these deep wounds of Lisian’s.

“Hey.”

But seriously, even passing trash would be pissed off at this?

“…Hey?”

Did someone dare call him ‘hey’?

With exactly that expression, the librarian who had looked up toward my voice froze a beat later.

“Gasp! Tu-Tulia, Miss!”

“Hey.”

I went click-clack, no. Let me correct that.

I went stomp-stomp-stomp-stomp and stood before the librarian like a mountain.

“Hey.”

“Yes, yes. Miss…”

“What did you just say to my brother?”

I may not know about other things, but I’m trash who knows how to repay the kindness of shared beef.

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