That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 89
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Chapter 89
Tall stature.
Long, straight, and gracefully extended limbs.
Silver hair like a cozy winter.
But his eye color was exactly the same as Leon’s—a jewel-like green with hints of blue.
Of course, just like the density of warmth held in their gazes, the Twins had strikingly different atmospheres.
If there were an angel created by God to be entrusted with the task of sprinkling the first snow, wouldn’t that be Lisian?
Angel in white.
Angel of purity.
Wow.
“Tulia.”
Wearing a White Uniform with Gold Trim, Lisian smiled.
“Who are you wa-waiting for?”
“No. I’m just a wall lamp.”
“Lamp? Ah.”
Lisian understood what I meant and asked back.
“A wall crystal?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Lisian looked around and laughed out loud.
“Should I st-stand here with you?”
“Was being a wall lamp your dream too, Older Brother? It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Despite my refusal, Lisian stood tall right next to me. Perhaps because he was tall with a straight build.
When Lisian stood beside me, I was even slightly cast in shadow.
‘As expected of a Male Lead. Height and build are the basics.’
Even though he had a more slender build than Leon, it was still like that.
“Let’s just st-stand together for a little while.”
“Just a little while?”
Are you planning to go somewhere else?
“The mu-music will change in a little bit.”
Lisian looked at me and smiled.
“I need to request a Dance.”
“Dance? With whom?”
Lisian looked around the Hall once and laughed.
“Who do you think?”
I blinked and asked back a beat late.
“…Me?”
“Yes. Tulia.”
His smile tickled one’s heart like a spring night’s breeze.
“I came here to ask this place’s cry-crystal for a Dance.”
“Wow.”
I immediately turned around and checked my appearance in the Mirror on the wall.
A Dance with Lisian.
All the Nobles’ eyes would be on me, so I couldn’t show even the slightest dishevelment.
My eyes were practically blazing.
“…Hmm.”
Lisian, who had been staring at me, turned his body to follow. He looked at his face in the wall Mirror just like me and checked his attire.
Our eyes met in the Mirror and we both burst into laughter at the same time.
‘Look, Tulia.’
Lisian is this kind.
Your Older Brothers are this wonderful.
You should have opened your heart just a little.
Then there wouldn’t have been banquets where you always glared at people alone and picked fights.
Especially what Tulia glared at most was naturally Sandra and Sophia dancing with the Twins.
The Twins only danced with Sandra Frazier and Sophia Frazier, and never requested dances from other Ladies.
That was the case until Coriko appeared.
‘Right. That’s the basic quality of Male Leads.’
Originally, Male Leads are best when they’re modest.
They only dance with the female lead and have to dance with other women only when they can’t help it.
Aren’t Male Leads supposed to treat women other than the female lead with just appropriate courtesy and then disappear coolly?
‘Well, since Tulia shares the same blood, it would be ridiculous and nonsensical to count her as a woman.’
Of course, even the illustration of Tulia being haughty and proud, glaring at the Twins.
Honestly, I liked it.
That appearance of being pretty, confident, and spirited was quite charming.
It was the very image of a villainess who would never be intimidated by anyone.
But…
“Want to Dance?”
Lisian extended his hand.
“I’d love to.”
I took Lisian’s hand and smiled brightly.
If this place wasn’t a game illustration but reality.
If this was the world I would live in.
I liked this version of Tulia much more.
Tens of thousands of times more.
No, millions of times more.
* * *
Spin.
Crunch.
Spin.
Crunch.
“Tulia.”
Lisian, whose foot had been stepped on for the seventh time, spoke in a voice where laughter and pain could be felt simultaneously.
“You really ca-can’t Dance.”
He seems to find it funny even while getting his feet stepped on.
To be honest, I found this situation funny too.
“I know.”
Spin.
“I really can’t dance.”
Crunch.
“Lisian… Does… doesn’t it hurt?”
“It hu-hurts a little.”
In the end, we both burst into laughter while dancing.
It was foolish, but honestly, I was a little happy.
The dance song ended quickly.
Only then did we step apart.
I hold my dress hem while Lisian places one hand on his left chest as we bow our heads to each other.
Clap clap clap.
The nobles’ applause rang out cheerfully.
Despite being stepped on so much, Lisian escorted me off the floor with steady steps.
“Lisian, Lisian.”
“Yeah?”
“Did everyone notice that I can’t dance?”
“I, I was leading, so they pr, probably don’t know.”
“That’s a relief.”
I was worried no one would ask me to dance in the future.
Then I suddenly had a question.
‘Could this be why Tulia always stood against the wall like a decoration?’
In , it says Tulia only danced occasionally even in the Imperial Capital’s social circles.
I thought it was because of her nasty personality and hobby of glaring at people.
But maybe she lacked confidence in her dancing skills…
‘Well, of course. She never properly received dance lessons.’
This is something I learned from Tulia’s memories flowing into me.
A story that never appeared in .
While she perfectly mastered etiquette through desperate self-study in the library.
She had never learned things like dancing in depth.
‘Did they do it on purpose?’
Aubrey, who held the domestic authority, must have done it intentionally.
This Grand Duke Frazier House has more than enough budget to hire dance teachers and partners.
Even though dance is essential education for noble society in this world.
I felt inexplicably annoyed.
Anyway, Aubrey Frazier.
It’s no wonder she raised such a son—Tedrick.
Her character is really terrible.
“Should I be, be your dance pr, practice partner?”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Will your feet be okay?”
Lisian rolled his eyes once then shrugged his shoulders.
“There are sh, shoes for pr, practice.”
“The ones you wore before?”
“Yeah.”
“Will they fit?”
When I pointed out something important, Lisian let out a laugh.
“I can or, order new ones.”
Apparently there are special men’s shoes with particularly thick uppers.
Right.
Everyone wouldn’t be skilled at dancing from the start.
How much stepping on each other must there be?
I sat with Lisian discussing when to schedule dance practice time, then raised my hand to a servant to get two glasses of juice to share.
“It’s a bi, bit hot.”
Perhaps from being stepped on by me so much, Lisian’s cheeks were slightly flushed with heat.
Looking at his profile, I suddenly felt puzzled and asked.
“Lisian.”
“Yeah?”
“But aren’t you going?”
“Wh, where?”
“You should dance with other ladies too.”
For example…
Sandra Frazier over there staring intently this way.
Or Sophia Frazier who keeps glancing over here while talking with her followers.
Just then.
“Ex, excuse me, Young Master Lisian. Miss Sandra sent me.”
A servant sent directly by Sandra approached.
But surprisingly, Lisian responded with a refusal.
“Really not going out anymore? Lisian?”
“A ge, gentleman only needs to dance on, once, right?”
He didn’t seem to be joking.
Lisian looked like he had no intention of going at all.
I followed the pale-faced servant with my gaze as he retreated.
Of course, the servant’s destination was Sandra Frazier.
It was her.
‘Hmm.’
Come to think of it, there was such a monologue from Coriko in .
-Uncle Nigella is such a caring person who cherishes Sandra like his own daughter even though they share no blood.
But he treats Tulia, who actually shares some blood, like dog food?
Sandra, who received Nigella’s abundant love, naturally didn’t get along with Tulia.
-The walls here are bright with pink crystals?
Sharp criticism spat out with a snickering laugh.
The illustration of Sandra Frazier, who always mocked the solitary Tulia and acted smug, only to get her hair grabbed and beaten, came to mind hazily.
‘Well, now it’s probably worse than back then, if anything. Certainly not better.’
Her eyes widened when she saw the servant who had been rejected by Lisian.
She looked completely unconvinced, but seemed unable to come over directly due to appearances and others’ gazes.
‘Well, I can overlook reasonable jealousy as cute.’
As long as she doesn’t cross the line like the Viscount Lilius family.
Just as I turned my gaze away from Sandra.
Ding!
Colorful text appeared in the air.
Sub Quest Content: Master of the Banquet
You are trash!
You have no money, bad luck, and everyone hates you!
(Except one person) No one loves you!
Sub Goal: Dance with ‘Lisian Frazier’ and ‘Leon Frazier’ at the ‘banquet’
Success: ???
Failure: Coins –10,000
[System] Partial Success: Dancing with Lisian Frazier
‘Huh?’
Come to think of it, there was one more thing I had to do!
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