The Possession-Spoon Chef Feeds the Empire - Chapter 67

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Episode 67
“……So right now, Uncle Debron’s preoccupied, isn’t he? He’s gone to his room.”
Bael broke the silence and turned to Cain.
“That’s right.”
“……Then we’d better hurry.”
He spoke as though he’d organized his thoughts.
“Hurry with what?”
“A confirmation.”
Bael hesitated a moment before continuing.
“……Who killed our parents—whoever put poison in the Rapier. I need to find out who it was.”
Cain’s eyes widened, and so did Luciel’s.
“Is that…… even possible?”
“Perhaps. Though I’d feel better if we had a bit more evidence.”
He nodded.
“Why now?”
“I told you—I’m impatient. We need to know who our enemy is, and who might become our ally. If we don’t settle it now, eventually…….”
His gaze turned toward Luciel again.
“It could become far more dangerous.”
“What information do you need?”
At Luciel’s question, Bael stepped closer to them both and whispered something softly.
Slowly, Cain and Luciel’s eyes grew wide.
“It’s certainly not an impossible theory,” Cain said.
He spoke with measured consideration.
“But now, after ten years, such evidence…….”
“If it exists anywhere, I think I know whose hands it would be in.”
Luciel cut him off.
“You do……?”
“Yes. And that person will probably help you.”
She spoke with certainty.
Because that person was—
Desperate to have taken someone like Bael as a student.
* * *
“Debron, you fool!”
The Duke’s hand came down hard on the table—bang, bang.
“Father, I understand my sin!”
Debron quickly dropped to his knees and bowed his head, but the fury etched across the Duke’s face did not ease in the slightest.
“I never imagined a son like you could come from Miella and me!”
“Father…….”
“What you’ve done is betrayal! Betrayal of the house, and betrayal of me, who trusted you with the Seal!”
“……I have no excuse.”
Debron accepted the judgment without protest.
Now that he was sober, he cut quite a neat figure.
His face was gaunt, but he had regained some clarity—his eyes held a lucid sharpness.
Though it had come too late to salvage the situation.
“I received word from the Crown Prince! He said I was right, that I managed your grandson poorly and am glad to know it, and that he would consider whether to accept the house’s apology and forgive Bael and Luciel’s transgressions!”
The Duke’s voice rose, neck straining with rage.
“That young whelp! That milk-damp child! He’s the one who threatened Bael and Luciel first! Have you no shame?”
“……Please, impose your punishment upon me.”
Debron remained on his knees, his eyes clenched shut.
His face bore the anguish of a man forced to relive his own stupidity.
“You are unfit to represent this house. I hereby strip you of all authority I granted you, both within and without.”
“It is just.”
“As for the Seal…….”
The Duke rinsed his face with water and released a heavy sigh.
His angry gaze traveled between Melina and Cain, then fixed on the empty air.
“The Seal will pass to Osborn.”
He spoke after deliberation.
“Tell him he will manage it jointly with the Steward.”
“Then, my Lord, who will represent you in the Nobility Council…….”
The Steward, who had been watching, leaned forward and spoke softly to the Duke.
The Duke’s expression darkened further, his gaze traveling once more between Melina and Cain, lingering slightly longer on the latter.
“Postponed.”
After a long silence, the Duke spoke wearily.
“I’ll postpone it. The Council won’t convene for some time anyway.”
“…….”
“I don’t even want to look at your faces—get out of my sight!”
The Duke’s voice exploded, and with it, the breakfast came to an end.
“Sigh.”
After the Duke and nearly everyone else had left, Luciel exhaled the breath she’d been holding.
She had expected it, but it had been a nerve-wracking time nonetheless.
At least the Duke had finished his entire breakfast before hearing the full report—that much was fortunate.
Every plate had been cleaned completely.
Bael had predicted this correctly.
So his words about there being nothing they could do for now must also be true.
As Luciel was turning to leave after confirming the dishes had been cleared—
“Sniff.”
A familiar yet unfamiliar sound reached her ears.
Luciel turned toward the source of the noise.
A young man with unusually pale skin, fine features, and thin, lanky limbs.
Edwin of Bellaon sat alone in a corner, his shoulders trembling.
“What…… Didn’t you leave?”
“Huh? Oh no…… *sniff*.”
Edwin was startled at her voice and looked at her, quickly wiping his tears with both hands.
He seemed to be trying to hide the fact that he’d been crying, but the tears that had already escaped slid down his hands without any success in concealing them.
“Why…… Why are you like this?”
Edwin wasn’t particularly likable to Luciel, but his tears were too pitiful to ignore.
“You—you didn’t leave. Why are you here? Just go…… *sob*.”
He couldn’t finish his sentence and began weeping again.
‘Yesterday it was the father, today it’s the son.’
Luciel seriously considered leaving, then with some effort, turned back toward Edwin.
Her mother had always said.
In the game Esselred, kindness brought rewards.
This was reality, but Luciel decided to follow her mother’s words anyway.
‘If I leave him crying, it’ll bother me.’
“Is it because of how Lord Debron was scolded today?”
“Oh, no.”
Edwin waved his hand dismissively.
“I already expected that. I thought Father handled it poorly anyway…… That’s not it. It’s—*sniff*—Mother.”
“Your mother?”
Luciel was momentarily confused.
“You’re crying because you miss your mother?”
“Yes, Mother left. She said she didn’t need a son who would disrespect her…… *sniff*.”
“…….”
Suddenly her thoughts grew tangled.
In one way, it was pathetic.
Edwin was already eighteen years old.
It was ridiculous—a fully grown man, crying with the same expression as his father over someone now gone, when he could have treated her well while she was still here.
But at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel some sympathy.
‘It’s painful when your mother disappears so suddenly.’
She understood that feeling better than anyone.
“Well…… You should have written back when she sent letters.”
“I know.”
He answered with a small whimper.
“Father said there were more pressing matters, that becoming a son she could be proud of came first…….”
“What did your mother say was important?”
“She said to come to Peyton Estate immediately! Said the Winter Rose would bloom soon! I thought—I thought I still had time.”
“…….”
“I didn’t know Mother would leave me behind. I’m her only son…….”
A tear rolled down Edwin’s doe-like eyes.
“……Are you resentful?”
“Not resentful…… I know I was wrong, but it’s just—I miss Mother. I’m worried. What if she leaves angry and gets into a fight with someone?”
What a fool.
A mama’s boy who wouldn’t listen to his mother. What a combination.
It wasn’t particularly pitiable.
And yet…….
A tiny part of her wanted to help him.
At least, she thought, his mother—tired of her husband and son’s indifference—deserved to see this side of him.

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