That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 50
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Chapter 50
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“Wow. This is unbelievable.”
I turned my gaze as I sat in the reception room.
“Are you planning to ruin my appetite for lunch and dinner now too?”
What would come first – the day I get used to his provocations, or the day Leon Frazier agrees to my deal?
I’d prefer the latter.
For now, I sipped the herbal tea that a servant had brought earlier without saying anything.
“Are you ignoring me now?”
Even as he sauntered over, every word he spoke was provocative.
Without changing my expression, I asked Leon Frazier back.
“Was that directed at me?”
“Who else?”
“I thought you were talking to yourself.”
“Talking to myself?”
I set down my teacup and said.
“Surely no one would speak to family in such a provocative tone.”
“Ha.”
Leon Frazier plopped down across from me, crossed his legs, and leaned forward.
“Hey.”
“What now.”
“You’re not Tulia Frazier.”
“…What?”
For a moment, I felt my heart skip a beat.
Leon Frazier, with his hands clasped together, said seriously.
“Normally you’d be acting like a crazy wild horse by now. Or maybe you really went completely insane and became normal.”
“…”
I was dumbfounded, but he seemed quite serious in his contemplation, which was absurd.
As if he didn’t like how I was scowling at him, Leon Frazier also scrunched up his face.
I expected him to pick another fight.
“So, why did you come all the way to my room?”
The words that came out were surprisingly normal.
Right.
‘Let’s complete the mission quickly and leave. Let’s get out of here.’
I placed the basket I had brought on the table.
“What’s this.”
I blocked Leon Frazier’s hand as he reached out naturally, though with a wary expression.
The way he startled like a bug had touched him the moment my hand made contact was truly infuriating.
‘Ten thousand coins. Ten thousand.’
I repeated the impossible number over and over while forcing my lips into a smile.
“First, if you have a personal physician.”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Good for you. Could you call him first?”
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“Gasp! Isn’t this Wood Flu! No, this is Golden Lily Grass! My goodness, even Thousand Year Snow Leaves…!”
When we called Leon Frazier’s personal physician, I didn’t need to explain anything.
He got excited on his own just from seeing the basket I brought.
“Wh-where did you get such precious medicinal herbs…”
“Grandfather gave them to me before. I was very sick.”
“Of-of course. Only someone like Grand Duke Frazier could have gathered such precious medicinal herbs in one place. My goodness, my goodness…”
I glanced at the personal physician jumping around like a complete fanatic, then looked back at Leon Frazier.
Leon Frazier.
He looked embarrassed by his personal physician.
Of course, he quickly composed his expression as soon as our eyes met.
“What, did you come to brag about what you got from the Grand Duke?”
“Personal physician.”
“Yes, Miss Tulia!”
I completely ignored Leon Frazier’s words and smiled.
“On the premise that you use all those medicinal herbs.”
“Gasp.”
“Could you heal Leon’s cheek completely within three days?”
“Gaasp.”
Leon Frazier’s personal physician took several deep breaths.
Leon Frazier, who had been picking fights with me just moments ago, could no longer maintain his composure and ran both hands through his hair.
Along with a quiet “Ah, shit,” embarrassment was clearly showing through.
‘…Well. My personal physician also trembled when he saw the medicinal herbs Grandfather gave me.’
How should I put it.
Is that basket like a thousand-year dreamland or eternal treasure island to doctors?
“Personal physician?”
“Of. Course. It’s possible.”
Leon Frazier’s personal physician said confidently with eyes burning with a sense of mission and personal intellectual greed.
I shifted my gaze to Leon Frazier and asked.
“Did you hear that?”
“I have ears, so I heard. But why?”
“That cheek is getting blacker and blacker now, you know?”
“So what does it matter to you whether my cheek turns black or burns up?”
“What does it matter?”
I rolled my eyes and looked up.
“Do you know that the direct family members will be arriving one after another the day after tomorrow, you stupid second son?”
“…Stupid, what?”
Since ’embracing wounds’ was impossible, I decided to pursue ‘honest’ a bit more.
As a result, my words became a little.
Just a little harsher, but since Leon Frazier hadn’t reached the level of grabbing me by the collar yet, I decided to continue with this tone.
“Who else in this castle could leave that kind of wound on you besides Lisian?”
“…No one.”
“Right? No one?”
Lisian was always the top overall student at the Academy.
But I knew all too well from that when it came to swordsmanship, this bastard Leon Frazier was always number one.
“We already don’t have a father or mother.”
“…”
“Do we really need to show the other relatives that something happened between you and Lisian?”
“…”
“Let’s be honest with each other.”
I took a sip of the cooling tea and said.
“You know vaguely too that our relatives don’t like us that much.”
This statement was half a gamble.
Actually, in , neither Lilius, nor Tedrick, nor Aubrey.
They didn’t come across as such wicked people.
Since itself was a romance simulation reverse harem game, when raising Coriko, the system focused more on relationships with male protagonists and building Coriko’s reputation and wealth.
So it’s possible that the Lilius family only hated Tulia to death.
Anyway, unlike Tulia who was rumored to be a child born from the Marquis’s wife’s affair with another man, the twins were definitely Marquis Aster Frazier’s children.
‘Since they’re definitely their own bloodline, they might have hated them less. Or they might have been proud of them.’
If that were the case, Leon Frazier would think I was trying to sow discord instead.
Leon Frazier.
What would he answer?
“….”
It was a silence like ice floes floating on water.
Neither completely submerged nor frozen.
A strangely thin yet somehow transparent atmosphere of silence.
At the moment when I had a premonition that no lies would be mixed into the answer that was about to come.
Leon Frazier, who had been staring at me quietly, slowly opened his mouth.
“Are you really.”
“….”
“Tulia Frazier?”
For a moment, the tension strangely eased. I turned my gaze away.
“Personal Physician.”
“Yes, Miss Tulia.”
Perhaps because I had shown him a basket full of precious medicinal materials that even most nobles couldn’t dream of.
The personal physician was looking at me with unusually sparkling eyes, as if seeing the goddess of pharmacy and medicine.
I asked him.
“Did this Leon Frazier kid hit his head too?”
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Knock knock.
Knock knock knock.
Knock knock knock knock knock.
At the sound of someone earnestly knocking on the door, Lisian, who had been reading a book, looked up.
When Lisian pulled the bell cord, a clear bell sound rang out, indicating it was fine to enter.
Creak.
The door opened and in came none other than Leon Frazier.
Since that day at the library, this was the first time the two had met privately.
“Hyung.”
Leon Frazier approached with his usual carefree attitude and plopped down on the sofa.
Then what he said was.
“Lend me some money.”
It was something Lisian had never expected to hear.
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