That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 68
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Chapter 68
Among the flustered crowd, the first to speak was Duke Ergan, one of the Council of Elders.
“Leon Young Master.”
Since he was certain to be nominated as the next Chairman of the Council of Elders, other nobles, even those of Frazier’s direct line, could not easily ignore him.
“It’s not good to act on emotions.”
“Yes.”
Leon Frazier replied while pulling the bowstring back long.
“I understand.”
Everyone thinks he’s going to hit Tulia.
Viscount Lilius too, and Nigella as well.
As proof of this, they only pretend to stop him but don’t actually intervene.
Rather…
“Shouldn’t we stop him?”
“Miss Tulia already looks critical enough.”
“Oh… If the Grand Duke returns, this could really become a disaster…!”
The restless voices of other nobles flow into his ears on the forest wind.
Why?
He couldn’t understand.
Yes. He had neglected Tulia all this time.
He had indeed treated others more warmly.
But to that extent, why.
Why do they think I would hit her?
Was I really that…
Cruel to her?
To that child?
Even as he questioned himself, he actually knew the answer.
Leon Frazier truly hated Tulia Frazier.
Unlike Lisian, who gently ignored Tulia’s misdeeds, Leon openly displayed his disgust toward Tulia.
He knew.
That it wasn’t behavior befitting an older brother.
Even knowing this, he hated that child so much he couldn’t bear it.
Even when Lisian warned him to stop, he wanted to torment her.
When she acted out, he would yell at her, and when she slapped his cheek, he would get even angrier.
Even when they happened to attend external parties alone together, he absolutely refused to escort Tulia.
Tulia would enter alone with her proud nose held high, but a lady without a gentleman to request an escort would inevitably become an object of ridicule.
He knew but pretended not to see.
When Tulia picked fights with him, he would respond even more loudly.
There were times when an enraged Tulia had slapped Leon’s cheek.
Their relationship had been that terrible.
‘I took away everything she liked.’
The hunting competition held several years ago.
The topic of that day was a house-sized silver wolf that had supposedly wandered in from somewhere.
A beast that had come down to the village causing great damage and absolutely had to be caught.
Everyone had looked forward to the premium silver pelt that was hard to obtain even with money.
“My goodness! Leon Young Master caught that wolf!”
“As expected, I knew it would be him!”
“Then does that wolf pelt belong to Leon Young Master?”
“Since Leon Young Master doesn’t have a lover yet, according to custom, wouldn’t he give it to Miss Tulia?”
“Someone’s lucky. Having Leon Frazier as a brother and receiving such a wonderful treasure.”
Tulia had also desperately wanted that silver wolf pelt.
You could tell just by how her eyes, which usually picked fights the moment she saw him, sparkled unusually.
Moreover, since everyone was whispering that Tulia would receive it, she seemed to harbor expectations too.
Soft, rare, and warm silver fur.
Beautiful and magnificent wolf pelt that could reliably withstand even the bitter cold of midwinter.
It was laughable.
How she would usually slap his cheek and pour out insults, but the moment she wanted something, she immediately smiled like a gentle maiden.
How disgusting that pretense was.
Yes. He thought it was disgusting.
That Tulia Frazier was the worst.
Thinking that way.
He threw it like charity to a lady sitting farthest away from Tulia.
It was an action done knowing vaguely that she was a lady who had once fought with Tulia, pulling each other’s hair.
Half of it was impulse.
He met Tulia again an hour later.
True to her foul nature, she had gotten into a big argument with the lady who received the pelt from him and grabbed her hair.
Grabbed it, they said.
After a light scuffle, she fell.
Perhaps there was a stone there, as the dress she wore became blood-soaked at the knee area.
There happened to be only a few ladies at that spot, and none of them helped Tulia up.
Slightly surprised, yet wearing subtle, satisfied smiles.
He thought the unluckiest thing was that Leon himself happened to be passing by that spot.
Because when the ladies saw him coming, they fled the scene like they were running away.
That time when only the two of them were briefly alone in that vast forest.
Tulia Frazier sat with her knee covered in blood, wearing an indignant expression.
“How unlucky.”
Tulia, who had been looking up at him, bit her lips.
“Could you take those eyes away? When you look down at me, I feel absolutely terrible.”
“Ha. Fine.”
Leon Frazier pulled on his horse’s reins.
“I’ll get lost as you said, so try crawling back on your own.”
And then he really did abandon Tulia Frazier and left.
Without even dismounting from his horse.
At the banquet held the next day, Tulia had succeeded in nearly beating that lady to death.
She had dunked several other ladies into oak barrels as well.
So she was severely scolded by Grandfather and received house arrest, Viscount Lilius told him with a sigh.
If he had helped Tulia up back then.
Would she have quietly stayed in her room receiving treatment for that cut knee?
It was impossible to know.
However, that incident kept weighing on my mind.
I tried sending medicinal materials.
But only a basket of ashes from the burned medicinal materials came back.
[Get lost.]
Along with a short letter. No, along with a short note.
I slowly emerge from my past reverie.
“….”
In the distance, I glare at Tulia Frazier sitting in her wheelchair, staring at me.
Usually she would ignore me and pretend not to see me.
But lately I could tell that Tulia’s perception had become quite, no, abnormally sharp.
So you know too, don’t you?
The fact that I could hit you.
Just like everyone gathered here thinks.
But still, why did you entrust me with the bow?
Why?
Do you trust me?
Have you already forgotten that I poured the ashes of burned letters on your head?
Or maybe, because I’m still your older brother.
Are you trusting me?
“…This is unbelievable.”
I mutter quietly.
“You must hit the apples accurately. Leon Frazier.”
Seeing the arrowhead point slightly downward, Count Nigela Frazier gave a quiet warning.
“Yes. Uncle Nigella.”
Even as I answered, it was ridiculous.
How could those words be something a caring uncle would say about his nephew’s life?
He’s warning me in case I hit somewhere else entirely.
It’s not me who wants to hit you, but these people.
‘Right, these people…’
“….”
The one who had been alone among such people wasn’t me and Lisian, but Tulia Frazier.
“….”
Even in this situation, Tulia held her chin up as if she would die proudly even if death came.
That appearance looked like a small fish puffing itself up as much as possible in front of a natural enemy.
Ridiculous.
Whether she trusted me, or thought I had at least some basic decency.
Either way, after entrusting me with the bow.
Not showing even a trace of servility, friendliness, or harmlessness.
It was funny that she didn’t reveal even a hint of such things.
It was funny, and I felt utterly dejected.
Leon Frazier’s arrowhead moved precisely toward Tulia’s head.
The eyes of the knights who knew weapons well widened, and Viscount Lilius’s hidden smile deepened at that moment.
Swoosh!
The moment the arrow cut through the wind.
“….”
“….”
“….”
The shattered apples and the surroundings that became quiet as if cold water had been poured over them.
Leon Frazier, who roughly tossed the magical bow device to the mages, strode forward and spoke.
“There are no defects in the magic tool.”
“….”
“Little uncle, Tedrick. You’re both being far too cruel to my younger sister.”
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