# 44
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“Yes, yes. The hot water spray hurt his arm a little, but it was treated immediately. It was treated quickly, so it won’t leave a scar.”
"The baby was just a little surprised, but he calmed down quickly. He's just sleeping now."
“Even if a scar remains, the baby is still young, so it will likely fade gradually as he grows...”
“Cornelia.”
While everyone was quickly making excuses, a low voice cut through the atmosphere.
Cornelia, who had been retreating, suddenly stopped.
“Where are you going?”
Everyone in the room looked at Cornelia.
Cornelia, who was holding her right arm with her left hand and retreating with hesitant steps, was swallowing.
“Brother, it's…”
“In a home where a child is raised, accidents always happen. I know this well, having seen and experienced it five times, that it is impossible for a child to grow up without any injury.”
“But you are patient and careful. That is why I trusted you and appointed you as Lord Agent.”
"my brother."
“So, let me ask you, Cornelia. Is this really an accident?”
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
Matthias did not raise his voice or show his anger, but no one dared to speak.
Even Elinor, who was supposed to be the most upset about the child's injury.
“The thing is, how did it happen he…”
Cornelia, who was trying to defend herf, stopped.
Matthias's eyes, looking at her, were cold.
As if he had already decided that she was the culprit who had hurt the child.
When she closed her mouth, Matthias sighed deeply.
“I knew you didn't like them, but I didn't expect you to come to this.”
“It's a baby who still can't walk, or even crawl. It's not even been a year since he was born. Do you realize that?”
Tidian quietly approached the child's bed.
Suddenly, everyone, except Cornelia, was around the child.
As if they were protecting the vulnerable victim and putting pressure on Cornelia, the perpetrator.
Cornelia held her trembling right arm tightly.
“This is unfair...”
“What?”
Cornelia raised her head.
“Everyone is really unjust. And you, my brother, are the worst!”
She stormed out, smashing the door.
Matthias, who was maintaining a neutral expression, gritted his teeth.
“Impolite, how dare you...”
“I will follow her.”
Fearing that things might escalate, the old maid followed Cornelia.
Without turning around, Matthias said:
“Tidian.”
“N, yes?”
"How and how much did Cornelia pour water on the child? Did she intentionally invite you and the child? With the intention of harming the child?"
Matthias' atmosphere was terrifying.
So much so that Tidian, who had recently been challenging his older brother, felt afraid for the first time in ages.
Tidian looked at Matthias warily and said:
“She wasn't spilling it on purpose...”
“You were the one who said Cornelia spilled tea on the baby.”
“But I was the one who went to her room first...”
“Tidian, are you a child? I’m about to get angry, so stop mumbling and speak clearly.”
“I wanted my sister to know the baby, so I carried him to her room.”
Under the pressure of Matthias's prestige, Tidian spoke in an ant-like voice.
"But she didn't like it. She said she didn't want to see an illegitimate child."
“So you spilled the tea?”
“Not like that… I tried to give the baby to her.”
“What happened?”
“I bumped into a maid who was carrying a cup of tea from behind...”
When the story changed from what he had initially said, Matthias opened his eyes wide.
“You said Cornelia spilled the tea.”
“But she was the one who touched the cup.”
“Say clearly. Who is at fault? The maid or Cornelia?”
“I collided with the maid who was carrying the cup...and my sister slapped him when the maid dropped the china, so it spilled on the child.”
Mathias closed his lips tightly.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as if holding back his anger.
“Tidian, you have been locked up for three days.”
"my brother!"
“No going to the training ground either. Go back to your room now and think about what you did and meditate.”
“Sh, training ground? But the dueling tournament is coming soon.”
“Tidian, don't make me repeat myf.”
Matthias pointed to the door through which Cornelia had left.
He was not prepared to accept any rebellion.
Tidian's shoulders trembled and he staggered away.
Matthias sighed.
"Sorry."
He muttered, rubbing his face.
“I can't face Miss Elinor.”
Elinor felt the same way.
She couldn't face Charlotte.
Elinor swallowed a sigh as she looked at the sleeping child.
* * *
According to the testimonies of those who were at the scene, the child's injury was not intentional.
While Tidian was trying to give the baby to Cornelia, a fight broke out.
Tidian bumped into a maid who was carrying hot tea.
When the maid dropped the tray, Cornelia hit her, causing water to splash on the child.
In the end, it was just an accident.
But it was unfortunate that the child was the target.
“Huh.”
Late at night, Elinor, who was watching the child, could not hide her confusion.
She thought nothing would happen.
The Grand Duchess was in the palace now.
She was a fair woman who carried a sword in her youth.
As long as she was in the palace, Elinor believed that no one would intentionally hurt the child.
But accidents don't just happen because of bad intentions.
Young children can get hurt easily, even by accident.
“No matter what the Duke said, I should have stayed by the child’s side.”
Somehow, bad things seem to keep happening to the child.
No, when it was with Gilbert, it was just a suspicion, but now she was sure.
How could this happen, as if misfortune were following the child?
“I wish I had been the one to get hurt instead of him.”
Thus, even if her body was tired, her heart would be at ease.
Elinor looked at the child with a frown.
There were drops of sweat on the child's forehead.
Did his temperature suddenly rise?
Elinor was frightened and was about to get up quickly to call the doctor.
"What?"
Suddenly, she saw a strange light shining where the boy's arm was cut.
Shimmering light floats like dandelion seeds.
He was so charming and beautiful.
At the same time, Elinor felt instinctively.
You don't know what this is, but this light must be hidden from the outside world.
Shak!
Elinor quickly closed the window curtains. Then she ran to her bed and got a big blanket.
The moment she covered the baby's bed and her head with the blanket.
Baaaat!
Pure white light suddenly exploded.
"Yes."
Elinor frowned.
She could not see well due to sudden exposure to strong light.
She waited anxiously for her sight to return.
Moments later.
“What happened?”
Nothing has changed.
Elinor looked at the child with confused eyes.
The baby was sleeping as peacefully as before.
“I was sure there was light.”
The light even went off, but nothing happened.
“Maybe...”
Elinor carefully removed the bandage from the child's arm.
An hour ago, when the doctor put the medicine on the child's arm, the arm was red, proving that it had been burned.
But now.
“Pure.”
No red mark, absolutely clean.
As if the accident never happened.
Elinor sat on the chair in amazement.
Pure white light. The wound healed in an instant.
This was holy power.
The child, carrying Charlotte's blood, demonstrated holy power.
While she was trying to regain her composure.
Knock knock.
Late at night, there was a knock on the door.