LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 249
TLed by NolepGuy
Chapter 249
In the original work, Mikhail’s mother had died.
She abandoned her child, carrying swelling dreams in her heart.
She had made the decision to part ways in hopes of living a slightly better life. It wasn’t as though she completely abandoned Mikhail. She eventually awakened to what maternal love was.
She must have made a promise to come back for him.
Mikhail’s mother went to find his biological father. She sought out the man who had shared a passionate love with her and then abruptly disappeared.
The man who had never responded to countless letters finally replied. Following the conditions set by Mikhail’s biological father, his mother abandoned Mikhail and went to him alone.
-…Just wait until I can establish myself.
She believed in the open-ended promise of waiting.
To hide her social status, she was treated like a maid in the estate. The days she met with him became fewer, and the persecution continued.
As if telling her to leave on her own.
It was a series of neglect and oppression.
One day, Mikhail’s mother saw a single line in a newspaper article and realized her fate.
-The owner of the Western Canal.
The eldest son of the Wolfgang Marquis Family announces his marriage… He expressed his honor in joining with the daughter of a noble family…
What returned to the mother who abandoned her child was a few coins in her hand and a cold warning to stay out of sight.
-Pack your things and get out right now.
-…How could you do this?
-Don’t call me that. I’m not like you.
-You said you loved me…! You promised to stay with me until the end, that you’d convince your family.
-Pfft… Me?
-Please, don’t do this. Do you know what kind of choices I made because of you?
-You should phrase that properly. I didn’t force you to do anything, did I? And I’ve never had a wife like you. Don’t act familiar with me. You’re not here to block the path of someone successful, are you…
-Our child… Can’t we at least do something for our child…! I’m fine, so at least for Misa…
-Misa? Ha…
-Please take her in as an adopted child. She’s smart and will surely be of help to you…
-Hey, that’s not my child. That’s the child you gave birth to. A commoner woman’s child.
-Let go of me!
-Don’t ever appear before me again. Don’t spread strange rumors anywhere. If you do anything foolish, I’ll kill both you and your child. Keep that in mind.
It’s a bleak story.
A story of a woman who fell for the sweet words of a noble. A story of a woman who was deceived into eliminating any future complications—this was Mikhail’s birth mother’s story.
In the novel, Mikhail had a reunion with his birth mother. It wasn’t a touching reunion but rather an unexpected encounter.
Mikhail’s mother had been searching for him continuously, and eventually, they met.
Naturally, the outcome was:
-I’ve never had a mother like you.
-…
-You abandoned me when I needed you the most, and now you want to act like a parent? Is it because I’ve succeeded? You made me wait my whole life after promising to come back, and now you want to live as my mother?
Mikhail coldly dismissed his birth mother.
He spat out his sorrow and resentment.
He vented his anger.
His mother collapsed to the ground, crying.
With his words telling her never to come back, the reunion between the two in the novel ended. However, Mikhail’s mother burned with her final maternal love and ended her life.
She died saving the child who was nearly killed by his biological father, sacrificing herself in his place.
I didn’t want to recall the detailed story. I’m someone who’s far removed from gloomy thoughts, so I didn’t want to dwell on a bleak story, nor did I want to strain my mind since there was plenty of time left.
“…”
That’s what I thought, but to think I’d meet him here. What a cruel twist of fate.
I looked into the eyes of the panting child and put on a cold expression. I knew it was meaningless to blame a child, but in the novel, that child darkens and kills many people, so I couldn’t feel any goodwill.
Though he’s still an innocent child for now, knowing how Mikhail would change after destroying the household, I couldn’t bring myself to feel affection.
‘Hmm.’
I knew how deeply the Wolfgang household was connected to the underbelly.
Bribes and petitions to seize power.
I knew as a possessor how the household had grown through all sorts of cruel deeds.
‘I don’t know.’
I let out a small sigh and looked at the young lady, who was panting.
“Young Lady.”
“Wait a moment.”
The young lady was motioning with her fingers as she counted numbers.
“One long head. Two. Three. Four.”
Looking at the knights wearing swords and the elderly butler, the young lady diligently counted heads, then gave a small nod and spoke.
“Ricardo.”
“Yes.”
“Shall we kill them?”
“Why?”
“They’re arrogantly looking down on me.”
The young lady crossed her arms, exuding the noble’s dignity. Like a frilled lizard puffing itself up, she radiated an air of superiority, as if to say her household’s prestige was greater than theirs.
“They only own just a waterway… And they dare look down on me?”
“Well, you are a bit small, Young Lady.”
“Eeeek!”
The young lady nodded her head.
“That’s true.”
“Right?”
“But their gaze is disrespectful.”
“That’s true.”
Thinking quickly within the framework of nobility, the young lady squinted her eyes mischievously and said.
“Let’s kill them!”
“Please restrain yourself.”
“Fine.”
As I was having a lengthy conversation with the young lady, the child, emboldened by the arrival of reinforcements, straightened his shoulders confidently and began to hasten his demise.
“Hey!”
Quite a provocative remark.
I thought he probably wouldn’t live long.
The child glared at me with piercing eyes as if daring me to repeat what I’d said earlier, speaking in an insolent tone.
“Why are you silent? Are you scared?”
“…”
“Now you know who my dad is, right? So kneel, apologize, and get lost…”
Just as the child’s arrogant provocation was about to cross the line, the young lady opened her cold eyes and muttered quietly.
“What kind of education produces a brat who talks like this?”
I whispered softly into the young lady’s ear.
“That’s not something you should be saying, Young Lady.”
“Really?”
“Yes. If it were you, you’d have already thrown a fireball at his face.”
“True.”
“At least that kid is trying to resolve things with words, so he’s better.”
“Hmm.”
The young lady nodded, acknowledging her slip of the tongue. Even so, it seemed like the embodiment of poor upbringing shouldn’t be the one to comment. The young lady, maintaining her dignity, shook her head and spoke again.
“Hey.”
“Hey?”
“Not you, idiot.”
The young lady raised her head to look at the elderly butler, who was looking down on her. The butler, who had previously addressed her deferentially as “Young Lady,” now stood with his shoulders squared, openly looking down on us.
Feeling displeased with the old man’s arrogant gaze, the young lady spoke again, addressing the bewildered butler.
“When a noble speaks, shouldn’t you at least pretend to listen?”
“Ah… I apologize.”
“Apologize?”
The Young Lady clicked her heels as she walked, staring straight into the old butler’s eyes.
“Your household doesn’t seem to have a single redeeming quality, does it?”
As the bodyguards began to move to stop the furious Young Lady, I issued a light warning in a low voice.
“Do not move.”
“…”
At my single word, the knights, who had placed their hands on their sword hilts, froze like statues. Though their shoulders flinched in surprise, they seemed unwilling to let go of their sword hilts, as if determined to protect their master. Watching them, I let out an empty laugh and continued speaking.
“The moment you draw your swords, you die.”
“…”
The knights removed their hands from their sword hilts.
The old man glanced at the immobilized knights before bending his posture and lowering his head. If someone could subjugate the knights of the household, it was clear that the girl before him was also a high-ranking noble.
“…”
The old man, wearing a sly expression, opened his mouth to speak.
“I apologize for failing to recognize the esteemed child of a noble. I am Rude, the butler of the Wolfgang Household…”
“Silence!”
The Young Lady turned her head sharply and spoke to the old man, as if to say, “I don’t care.” As expected of a villainess from a deeply rooted villainous family, the Young Lady’s remarkable disregard for Elderly Respect made me nod in approval.
‘Now that’s a villainess.’
I loved her consistent, equal-opportunity malice far more than half-hearted wickedness.
The Young Lady opened her eyes coldly and spoke.
“Where does a Western Noble get the nerve to meet my gaze directly?”
-Crunch.
“Oh?”
The Young Lady raised an eyebrow as she noticed a knight clenching his fist and a child behind him. Once her switch was flipped, the Young Lady was quicker than anyone at finding faults to criticize.
“Will you unclench your fist?”
Just like back at the Academy, the Young Lady began hurling sharp insults.
“If you’re upset, speak up. Don’t curse under your breath.”
“…Haha.”
“You’re laughing?”
“Pardon me, but the household…”
The Young Lady turned her head to look at me.
“Ricardo.”
“Yes.”
“What should I say?”
“Hmm…”
The rumors that would follow if the Young Lady, now younger, were to be called Desmond were indeed concerning. Rumors like “Desmond had a late-born child” could cause trouble.
I stepped forward slowly in front of the Young Lady and spoke with a small smile.
“I will handle this.”
“Alright. Wreck them.”
“That might be a bit difficult.”
“Hmph… Then I’ll just beat that one up.”
“Who?”
The Young Lady rolled up her sleeves as she looked at the child sticking out their tongue from behind the old man.
“I’ll kill them and come back.”
“Just make sure they can still walk.”
“Alright. I’ll try.”
After the Young Lady left, the old man fixed his gaze on me.
“Hmm…”
Perhaps emboldened by the absence of the noble and the presence of someone in the same profession, the old man raised his eyelids and looked at me with a lowered voice.
“Which household are you from?”
“Senior.”
“At least you have manners. Slightly better than your master, it seems.”
“Senior, do you not feel a chilling sensation right now?”
“…Hmm?”
“An instinct telling you that you’ve touched something you shouldn’t have. Isn’t it the butler’s principle to bow your head when you sense something off?”
“…Arrogant brat…”
“Let’s not act like amateurs among those who’ve learned the same trade.”
The sky darkens.
-Rumble.
I looked up at the darkened sky and spoke.
“They’ve arrived.”
The old man twitched his eyebrows and raised his head. He must have sensed the ominous mana approaching.
The Desmond Family is, after all, a household blessed with magic.
A place filled with innate talent so extraordinary that even the Master of the Magic Tower would bow.
Peculiar personalities.
Walking the fine line between the underbelly and the light.
A household even the Emperor dared not touch.
“Oliviaaaa!!!!!”
That was the Desmond Family to which I belonged.
“Huh?”
The Young Lady, who had been stepping on the child, widened her eyes as she saw the silhouette of a middle-aged man flying through the sky and opened her arms.
“Father!!!!”
Cracks began to form on the old man’s face.
“…Desmond.”
He had dared to provoke the worst family in history.