That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Tu, Tulia. What do you mean by that?”

 

Viscount Lilius cried out in a voice that sounded like he was about to faint.

 

“Kill you? Me?! No matter what, to slander your little uncle like this! My heart is truly being torn apart!”

 

Viscount Lilius, who was shouting disgustingly, was even trembling his hands like a ‘truly wronged person.’

 

I was so exhausted that I could barely speak properly, but right now I had to clearly convey my intentions and seize control from Viscount Lilius.

 

Just as I was struggling to squeeze out my strength and continue speaking clearly.

 

“The young lady’s words do make sense.”

 

I heard an elderly retainer from behind, one of the Council of Elders, speak up.

 

“They could use the reverse logic of ‘there’s no way they’d harm someone so openly in front of so many people’ to actually try to harm Miss Tulia, couldn’t they?”

 

“Duke Ergan! Please watch your words!”

 

‘Duke Ergan is an elder among the Council of Elders.’

 

I didn’t know why he was suddenly taking my side, but I definitely thought he was wise as an elderly retainer.

 

He had said exactly what I was trying to say.

 

“There’s also the saying that to catch a tiger, you must enter the tiger’s den.”

 

Oh.

 

That was also what I was going to say.

 

Thanks to Duke Ergan, I was able to conserve my strength, even if just a little.

 

“Adel. Me. Over there.”

 

Since it was hard to speak at length, I mumbled roughly, and Adel immediately directed the servants to move me.

 

The place where the knight had been standing just moments ago.

 

The place where I had collapsed after being hit by the arrow about ten minutes earlier.

 

Around the area, several apples were scattered and broken.

 

They looked exactly like shattered hearts.

 

‘Keep trying, keep trying…’

 

With Adel’s support, I moved to sit in the wheelchair.

 

My thigh was nearly severed, so I couldn’t stand.

 

Mental strength.

 

Mental strength.

 

Hold on, Tulia.

 

“You said there was something… about me?”

 

“Th, that’s right! You couldn’t see it, but just now this little uncle hit the apple perfectly! I think there must be something wrong with the magic tool!”

 

Viscount Lilius said that, then added in a slightly lowered voice.

 

“Your dead mother apparently… there are also rumors that she was involved with dark magic…”

 

At that, the audience that had been quiet instantly began murmuring again.

 

The difference from the earlier noisy commotion was that they were busy exchanging glances with each other.

 

‘Damn. That bastard.’

 

He was truly someone I couldn’t forgive no matter how much I tried to be generous.

 

In the midst of all this, to try to make Tulia, and even connect Tulia’s mother to make her seem like some kind of witch.

 

The story that Tulia’s mother had an affair with a heretical priest and died while running away was an open secret.

 

But dark magic.

 

How could he connect and expand on that like that?

 

If he were a good person, his intelligence would be admirable.

 

Well, that’s probably how he, despite being the youngest, was able to control the internal affairs of this vast territory.

 

The Tulia from was just mean-spirited, naive, and stupid – she could never match someone this clever.

 

Right.

 

So.

 

Looking at Viscount Lilius, who was still hesitating and pretending to be cautious, toward the demonic nature that was probably contained within him.

 

“Yes.”

 

I answered clearly.

 

“Then I should get hit by an arrow once more.”

 

“What do you mean by that?!”

 

The one who just shouted was Adel.

 

She seemed startled by her own outburst and immediately bowed her head deeply like a proper head maid.

 

Still, seeing Adel who genuinely worried about me, about Tulia, I felt one corner of my coldly hardened heart warm up.

 

‘Don’t worry.’

 

I sent telepathy to Adel alone while looking at Viscount Lilius.

 

Perhaps because I was angry, the pain seemed a little less than before.

 

Viscount Lilius seemed to have finished his calculations in the meantime.

 

How did I know?

 

Because he was shouting with an expression filled with shock.

 

“Tulia! How can I shoot an arrow at you again?!”

 

Viscount Lilius’s eyes toward me were even slightly glistening.

 

‘They say all nobles must be able to do some light acting.’

 

Did Viscount Lilius also grow into such an actor because he was from a great noble family?

 

“I absolutely cannot shoot you! If you knew how much my heart was torn apart earlier, you couldn’t make such a frightening request of this little uncle again!”

 

Lies.

 

If I were to ask Viscount Lilius to shoot an arrow again.

 

This time, Viscount Lilius would ‘deliberately’ hit me.

 

Because that would be more advantageous.

 

Viscount Lilius had already shot an arrow at me once.

 

This incident had already become too big.

 

It had become a huge incident that couldn’t be resolved at Viscount Lilius’s level or even Nigella’s level.

 

Countless nobles were watching.

 

Not just one or two, but more than half of the Grand Duchy’s retainers.

 

No matter how powerful Viscount Lilius was, and even his brother Nigella Frazier, it was a number they couldn’t buy off.

 

When Grandfather returned, there would be a trial, an investigation would take place, and somehow punishment would be given.

 

‘And Viscount Lilius is a cunning person.’

 

Perhaps he had even noticed that I was somewhat involved in this arrow incident.

 

‘Though that would actually be difficult.’

 

How could a mere noble lady, and one who was only fifteen years old at that, tamper with a magic tool?

 

Anyway, if Viscount Lilius had another chance to shoot an arrow, he would hit me without hesitation.

 

This time in the head.

 

Or toward the heart.

 

Definitely somewhere that could completely destroy me and send me to the afterlife.

 

Then he would make a fuss saying there was a problem with this magic tool.

 

Even if there was no problem?

 

Viscount Lilius would somehow insist he was wronged.

 

Even if the Magic Tower got involved, and all sorts of mages got involved and it was acknowledged that there were no defects.

 

I would already be dead.

 

What use would posthumous vindication be?

 

“Yes. Uncle Lilius.”

 

So I smiled brightly.

 

No, I’m not sure if I smiled properly.

 

My parched lips trembled as cold sweat broke out once again.

 

“There’s someone else who should shoot me.”

 

“Uh, huh?”

 

I looked behind Viscount Lilius.

 

Someone who had been buried in all this commotion and hadn’t caught people’s attention yet.

 

But once you caught sight of him, he was a tremendous handsome man who would never let you look away.

 

One of Coriko’s Male Leads, and one of the Grand Duke’s direct grandsons.

 

One of Tulia’s twin brothers.

 

It was because Leon Frazier had come running, breathing heavily.

 

“If Brother Leon shoots me, it’ll be certain.”

 

 

 

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“If Brother Leon shoots me, it’ll be certain.”

 

Leon Frazier doubted his ears for a moment.

 

Right.

 

He had come running.

 

Because she had been hit by an arrow.

 

No, if it were just a bow it would be one thing, but that magic tool that Tedrick Frazier had been bragging about buying was no different from a small ballista.

 

It was a weapon powerful enough to break bones even if it hit a decent-sized man, and apparently tiny Tulia Frazier by his standards had been hit by it.

 

‘And it’s the second time, no less.’

 

Surely his brother had been there with her too.

 

But his brother was nowhere to be seen.

 

Could there exist a lady in this world who would be fine after being hit multiple times by arrows shot from a longbow?

 

Even a sturdy knight several times larger than Tulia would never be able to stand properly.

 

As evidence of this, Tulia Frazier was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him.

 

No, she was pointing at him while looking at him.

 

Unlike usual, even the black rim around her light green eyes seemed to have faded dimly.

 

Anyone could see that Tulia Frazier was critically ill.

 

The fact that she wasn’t losing consciousness right now was rather witch-like.

 

In short, she seemed like a crazy kid.

 

Unless she was really crazy, telling me to shoot her.

 

To shoot an arrow.

 

From what I heard, that bow, no, that magic tool seemed to have really serious defects.

 

After getting hit by it continuously like that by herself.

 

And now telling me to shoot her with it again?

 

“Um, Young Lord Leon…”

 

A knight approached him hesitantly, carrying that huge magic bow.

 

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on him, but Leon Frazier didn’t care at all.

 

He just walked with large strides toward Tulia, who was sitting there like a corpse on the verge of death.

 

“Are you crazy?”

 

Tulia stared at him for a moment, then opened her mouth.

 

“Just… hurry up and shoot.”

 

“Are you really just insane?”

 

“Or just let that man shoot me instead. How perfect. You’ll get to see the corpse of the sister you hate so much right here.”

 

“What?”

 

“Brother Lisian will be really happy. Right? Because you wouldn’t help me for just a moment, because of that petty pride. I ended up getting shot to death by Lilius.”

 

“…Wow.”

 

Did she really put poison in her mouth?

 

Why again.

 

What’s making her so sarcastic again.

 

Her lips are trembling, yet when spitting out venomous words, she pours them out without even breathing.

 

That’s why he hated her.

 

Pink hair.

 

Light green eyes.

 

Having the exact same appearance as that person he had seen when he was very young, coldly glaring at him.

 

 

 

“Leon.”

 

 

 

That person had always looked at him with warm eyes.

 

 

 

“Leon has Lisian, so you know you’re not alone, right? Tulia is alone, so Mother has to take her. Poor our Tulia. If I don’t take her, who will?”

 

 

 

Ah, there’s another similarity.

 

Whatever she sets her mind to do, she somehow manages to do it.

 

Just like that woman who casually abandoned the twins, abandoned her family, and ran away with another man.

 

Her pink bangs were disheveled, soaked with sweat.

 

Leon Frazier straightened his back that had been bent toward Tulia.

 

He’s annoyed.

 

He had thought over a thousand times that it would have been good if he had that hair color too.

 

He had thought over ten thousand times that if he had, that woman wouldn’t have abandoned him.

 

Leon Frazier, who had walked back with large strides, glanced at Viscount Lilius, who was now looking at him with gentle eyes.

 

He knows.

 

What’s inside there.

 

What kind of snake of ambition and desire is coiled up inside.

 

“Did you comfort Tulia well? Shooting an arrow at that child again. She’s already badly hurt.”

 

Leon gave no answer.

 

Yet Viscount Lilius’s smile didn’t fade in the slightest.

 

“It could be a serious injury, so rather than having you, her brother, shoot, it would be better for me to take up the bow again.”

 

It was when he spoke with a sigh, like an uncle who truly cared for his young nephews.

 

“I’ll shoot.”

 

“…What?”

 

“Bring me the bow.”

 

“Y-Young Lord…”

 

“I said bring it!”

 

Leon Frazier roughly snatched the bow from the hesitant servant.

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