That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49

Of course, it pained her heart to see her son had lost so much weight.

But Aubrey was now treating Tedrick almost like a 6 or 7-year-old child.

Ever since Tedrick received his confinement punishment, Aubrey had spent every day in tears, unbecoming of a noble lady.

“Father will return soon.”

Viscount Lilius continued with a stern tone, worried about potential concerns.

“You absolutely must not coddle Tedrick like that in front of Father, my lady. Do you understand?”

“…Are you lecturing me first when you know how much our son has suffered?”

“My lady.”

Tedrick, who had been eagerly shoving meat into his mouth, hurriedly spoke with a dignified attitude.

“Mother, Father. Please don’t fight. I won’t fall for that wench Tulia’s schemes ever again.”

“…Good boy.”

In the end, even Viscount Lilius patted Tedrick on the back.

The reason Tedrick, who had been sentenced to confinement and permanently moved his quarters to ‘Randel Warehouse’, could come to the main castle was due to family law.

More precisely, for the family head’s birthday banquet that would be held soon.

As was typical of great noble houses, the Grand Duke Frazier House had complex and ancient family laws, one of which was this:

-Unless imprisoned in the underground dungeon as a serious criminal, any direct descendant of Frazier has the right to attend the family head’s birthday celebration.

Of course, according to this family law alone, Tedrick could only attend the banquet.

Not return to the main castle like this.

“It’s fortunate you made many allies among the retainers beforehand, dear.”

At Aubrey’s words, Viscount Lilius cleared his throat.

“What’s good is good.”

Unlike his brothers, Viscount Lilius was an ambitious man who knew how to paint bigger pictures and grand blueprints.

Unlike Nigella Frazier, the second son who had left the Grand Duchy for the glamorous Imperial Capital, and Aster Frazier, who had gone to the border and was achieving remarkable feats, he had stayed in the Grand Duchy all along.

The official reason was that he needed to serve his father, Assis Grand Duke Frazier, who was alone.

However, his goal was simultaneously to gradually expand his influence within the Grand Duchy.

Thanks to those long efforts, there were quite a few retainers in the Grand Duchy who would take Viscount Lilius’s side.

They were delighted to receive precious wine that Viscount Lilius had privately treated them to, and seeing Viscount Lilius’s eyes well up with tears thinking of Tedrick, they decided they should help.

“Isn’t that right? No matter what, Young Master Tedrick is still a legitimate direct descendant of Frazier.”

“It’s a birthday banquet where many outsiders will attend. Young Master Tedrick should also appear healthy and dignified.”

“That’s right. In a way, it could damage the dignity of the entire Grand Ducal House’s direct lineage.”

Most retainers didn’t know that in all the countless birthday celebrations held before, Tulia couldn’t come to the main castle because she was staying in the same place as Tedrick.

Because Tulia had no blood relatives to pity her as a child and plead for help.

“That’s the difference between that wench and our precious son.”

Aubrey spoke with anger she still hadn’t fully calmed.

Tulia Frazier had changed.

To a degree that could be called earth-shattering.

That stupid little wench who used to fall for their tricks with just a few whispered words had become clever and cunning, as if she’d sold her soul to the devil!

Since Tulia Frazier left Randel Warehouse, Aubrey had never once beaten that young thing, either emotionally or publicly.

It was frustrating, but that was the truth.

When she tried to expose her nasty personality in front of the Marquis House twins to humiliate her, she would just respond like a parrot with things like “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

If she made a wrong move, Tulia’s bad image might be projected onto herself, so there was nothing she could do.

“Tedrick. After you finish eating, let’s go to the shopping district to get you fitted for new clothes.”

“Really? Great, Mother! Then could you also buy me new gloves and shoes this time?”

“Of course. I’ll buy you everything. My poor son. Just tell me if you need anything.”

At Aubrey’s offensive, Viscount Lilius found himself unconsciously calculating money.

Normally, he would never have acted so pitifully.

‘Damn it. Because of ruining the Statis Plain business.’

Debt always comes with interest.

Of course, the larger the debt, the higher the interest.

For the first time in his life, Viscount Lilius had to recognize the ‘interest’ on debt and calculate his monthly allowances to use them rationally.

Even this was humiliating for him, who had grown up luxuriously as the youngest son of the Grand Ducal House.

‘Damn Marquis House people.’

Both that wench Tulia and Marquis Aster, who must have manipulated his daughter from behind, were problems.

That family was never helpful.

Moreover, seeing his wife and son, completely unaware of his worries and excited about going to the shopping district to indulge in luxury shopping, made him sigh involuntarily.

“My lady.”

Because his inner thoughts were reflected, a somewhat stiff voice flowed out.

“Just in case, I’m saying this again out of concern, but you absolutely must not coddle only our ‘son’ like that in front of Father.”

Viscount Lilius continued with wrinkles on his brow.

“We do have a daughter too, so especially in front of Father, show that you care more for that daughter. Father particularly dotes on daughters.”

Aubrey answered sourly.

“I understand. Would I really only take special care of Tedrick?”

“Sigh…”

Viscount Lilius, who had let out a sigh, pulled the bell cord.

“Did you call for me, Master?”

“Yes.”

Viscount Lilius poured whiskey with slightly less ice than usual into a crystal glass and asked the butler.

“When is our daughter Sophia coming from the Academy to the main castle?”

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‘I ended up staying awake all night.’

I couldn’t sleep properly because I was worrying about the damn Sub Quest that suddenly appeared.

Looking in the mirror, my under-eyes were slightly dark, but something was strange.

‘Why does Tulia still look pretty even like this? How odd.’

Is this the majesty of beauty stats…?

I frowned and looked at Tulia, then finished preparing and went out to the corridor.

I checked the Sub Quest once more for no reason.

Sub Quest Content: Master of the Banquet

You are trash!

You have no money, bad luck, and are hated by everyone!

(Except for one person) No one loves you!

Sub Objective: Dance with ‘Lisian Frazier’ and ‘Leon Frazier’ at the ‘banquet’

Success: ???

Failure: Coins –10,000

A status window that doesn’t tell you the success reward, but terrifyingly reveals the failure penalty like that.

They say that after anger comes resignation.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I absolutely had to complete this Quest, and last night I kept thinking about Leon Frazier.

I recalled Leon Frazier from .

‘He was cold to Coriko at first too.’

But I suppose the female lead is the female lead, and the male lead is the male lead?

Just through a few choices, I could fully understand what kind of Coriko was Leon Frazier’s ideal type.

‘Honest, bold, and a Coriko who embraces his wounds.’

That was how to conquer Leon Frazier in .

Be as honest as possible while acting boldly without being intimidated.

And choose options that embrace Leon Frazier’s wounds.

Perhaps because they were set as twins, their conquest methods seemed similar yet different.

True to their setting as an engaged couple, Lisian’s affection would rise even with slightly coquettish choices, but Leon Frazier wouldn’t tolerate even a hint of coquetry.

There were even cases where you had to choose answers that were not just honest but downright rude for his affection to rise.

‘Maybe the reason he keeps telling me not to act coquettish is because he really hates people who act that way.’

Then when dealing with Leon Frazier, I should react as honestly as possible.

And as for embracing his wounds…

It was impossible.

There was one reason.

-Coriko: “Leon, I know. You’re… someone with many wounds. You are…”

1. Because of your twin brother Lisian who gets ignored by people for being a stutterer

2. Because of Marquis Aster who turns away from you both and left early for the border never to return

3. Because Tulia Frazier’s existence tarnishes your beloved mother’s honor

Right.

To see the ending with Leon Frazier, I had to carefully choose an answer from those three options.

And back then, I could easily choose the answer that would raise Leon Frazier’s affection ‘the most’.

That answer was exactly.

Number 3.

‘Because Tulia Frazier’s existence tarnishes your beloved mother’s honor.’

“…”

No, what am I supposed to do about someone who considers my existence a wound?

If I said something like ‘Sorry for being born’ or ‘Just don’t think of me as mother’s daughter’?

‘He’d throw another fit telling me not to act coquettish and then some.’

So the conclusion I reached after holding my head all night was one thing.

Knock knock.

“Yes, oh. Miss… Tulia?”

The servant who opened the door looked surprised.

I smiled as harmlessly as possible and said.

“Where might brother Leon be? I came because I have something to give him.”

“Ah, he’s inside! Let me go ask him for a moment!”

“Take your time asking.”

“Yes, yes!”

It’s a deal, plain and simple.

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