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How do you see the true ending of Kuriko?
He married Lycian Fraser, eldest son and heir of Marquis Aster Fraser
How can we see the immoral ending of Kuriko's character?
Married Leon Fraser, second son of Marquis Aster Fraser and twin of Lycian.
That was true.
These two were Tullia's older twin brothers.
“…”
Neither of them had a good relationship with their younger sister, Tullia.
Especially the relationship between Leon Fraser's second son and Tullia was...
Enemies? no.
Tough enemies?
This seemed a more appropriate description
Adel was hurriedly helping me get dressed.
“…They said they would be there in 10 minutes.”
The butler told me an impossible time frame, then hurried off, fearing he would fall victim to the conflict.
He deliberately tried to prevent me from going out.
Viscount Lilius, that man indeed.
"fair."
“Yes? Miss?”
“Now that the twins are coming, the castle will be crowded, right?”
“That's true, isn't it?”
“What I mentioned earlier, today seems to be the ideal time to implement it.”
Adele, who was attaching the tape to my back at the speed of light, paused for a moment.
But that was only for a short time.
Adel skillfully resumed helping me get dressed.
“You're referring to the maids that Viscountess Opry fired, aren't you?”
“Yes, yes.”
“In fact, while you were away with His Highness the Grand Duke, I searched for their whereabouts.”
“How did it end?”
“They were all severely beaten by Viscountess O’Bray’s immediate maids for several days.”
Adel softened her words, but I could understand.
They apparently beat them until blood flowed, and perhaps even their bones were exposed.
I frowned slightly and asked.
“Don't tell me they killed Relda?”
relda.
She was the candidate for head maid who was directly recommended by O'Pray.
That arrogant old maid who watched Adel and openly ignored her while she was leading the maids assigned to me.
“They didn't kill her. But...”
Adel said this with some hesitation.
“They cut off the tip of her tongue.”
"Oh, my God."
Goosebumps rose up my arms.
“No, what could be so cruel…?”
“…Indeed, all servants who know anything are aware that Viscountess O’Bray’s methods are strict.”
So similar incidents were constantly happening before.
Perhaps this is why old Tullia's servants were more desperate to abuse and torture Tullia.
sigh.
I didn't bother asking how Adel got all this detailed information
Adel was from the border areas.
Neither noble nor common.
That place that all citizens of the empire avoided.
A talent who has risen to the position of butler in the household of the Grand Duke Fraser, even while hiding her formidable connection to Brooke Kilfusher and even though everyone knows she is from the Borderlands.
During that difficult period, she must have built some kind of relationship.
“What happened to the other maids?”
“They are all sold out.”
“Among these maids, there was one from the border areas, right?”
“Ah… yes, Miss Clara was from the borderlands.”
“Where was it sold to?”
“Sold to a slave auction house.”
“…?”
I was really confused for the first time.
“But that's illegal, isn't it?”
“Since she is a noblewoman from the Grand Duke Fraser family… it seems that it was not difficult for her to achieve this.”
“…”
How much does she really love her son?
Cut out tongues and even sell them at illegal slave auctions?
“Can you go there too, Adel?”
Adel answered without thinking.
“Yes, miss, if you disguise yourself.”
What was Adel's exact profession before that?
I swallowed the question suddenly asked, and took out a dazzlingly sparkling pure gold hairpin from the drawer.
The one given to me personally by Empress Karme.
“Madam, this is a gift from the Empress...”
“Can you sell it without getting caught?”
Adel started to smile a little. The tasks I was asking of her were no longer the duties of a maid, but rather those of a spy.
But she seemed to find it amusing that I was making such requests so shamelessly.
“Yes. Because it is full of high-quality jewelry, too.”
“So can you turn this hairpin into money and bring back that maid?”
I was neither an angel nor a saint.
I had absolutely no intention of saving the maids who were being severely tortured and dismissed by Viscountess Aubrey.
After all, they were the ones who conspired with Viscountess Aubrey to frame me in the first place.
My request for the return of the maid called Clara was not out of any regret that she was from the borderlands or anything like that.
It was because I needed that maid.
Adil seemed to have already guessed that I would not show any unnecessary mercy.
Indeed, this aspect seemed to appeal to Adel as well.
Even after wrapping me in a cloak, Adel asked me.
“Should I bring Clara back secretly or openly?”
“Put it back to work, clearly, Adel.”
Opry spends her days crying over Tedrick, so she might not notice even if we make her look great.
Adel smiled slightly.
“Understood, miss.”
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“The conversation went on for so long that I couldn't even touch my hair.”
I hurried down the stairs, constantly running my hands through my hair.
Even as I was rushing down the stairs, my hands were busy braiding my hair.
I was already on my way to hasten to greet the brothers who were at odds with Tullia.
I had to minimize anything they could find fault with.
One way to insult unwanted guests is to receive them with a completely chaotic appearance.
No matter how much this is within a game, a noble society is still a noble society.
Fortunately, just before arriving at the Great Hall on the first floor, my hair had been messily styled.
“It doesn't seem strange, does it?”
I couldn't look properly in the mirror, I was only glancing at the mirrors and the glass hanging on the walls of the stairs while I was quickly braiding my hair, so I couldn't tell the condition of my hair.
Fortunately, the huge great hall on the first floor had a large mirror hanging taller than a human.
While I was hurriedly walking and glancing to check my appearance, I suddenly stopped unconsciously.
huh?
What?
Contrary to my fears that my hair would be messy, with strands sticking out like strands tangled everywhere, my hair looked absolutely beautiful.
“…?”
It looked like the work of a court lady with professional skills.
Oh, right. I don't have time now
After a moment of delay, I hurried outside and suddenly realized what had happened.
Yes! This is because of the skill stat!
Because I reluctantly put 5 points into the skill stat, my prowess apparently improved greatly.
“…I shed tears of blood then, but somehow it helped.”
In fact, life's misfortunes can turn into blessings.
There was no useless statistic in the world, I thought as tears welled up inside me.
I wondered for a moment, if I made jam again now, wouldn't it taste so delicious?
“Of course, I now have to face a much more pressing problem.”
I swallowed my dry saliva and stepped forward.
The huge main gate that separated the inside from the outside was guarded by two guards who were always stationed there.
As soon as they saw me, they bowed slightly and opened the door without delay.
The door, engraved with patterns resembling ocean waves, opened, and sunlight poured in.
There was a butler, advisors, and servants already waiting outside.
I passed among them as they stood in formation, leaving the middle empty, and then I took my place right in front.
It seemed as if I had arrived just in time, just barely making it.
The moment I stood in front of the butler, I saw the horses galloping across the vast garden towards us.
That was in the blink of an eye.
"Let's go!"
The horses stopped some distance between us.
Is this how male heroes usually get in (even though these are men who shouldn't end up with Tullia)?
The backlighting obscured their faces.
What a theatrical entry, even nature was helping.
A moment later, two men gracefully dismounted from their horses.
“Since there is a two-year age difference between him and Tullia, they will be 17 years old. Both of them.”
The main male characters are Koriko, Tullia's older brothers.
Our eyes met.
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Wow, what is the secret of this family's genes?
That was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw them
Although I had seen their faces thousands of times in illustrations, seeing them alive and moving in reality was somewhat unreal.
They truly had a beauty worthy of being chosen as main heroes.
But they both looked at me with strangely harsh expressions.
To others it might seem like the three of us were having a staring contest.
“Hello, older brothers.”
As I stepped forward and welcomed them, the frozen time seemed to break
“The one on the right is Liziane Fraser.”
It is named after her late grandmother, the Grand Duchess.
The older twin.
His silver hair, usually neatly arranged, was now slightly disheveled by the wind.
The person on the left is Leon Fraser.
The younger twin.
As might be expected in the context of non-identical twins, my attention was most drawn to Leon Fraser's black hair, which is different from Lycian's.
By the way, this is a scoundrel.
“But unlike what happened in the game, since he actually came out to greet me personally, I ask you to show half of your personality...!”
As I prayed desperately inside, Leon Fraser's mouth slowly opened.
“…Older brothers?”
“Yes, older brothers. It has been a long time since I said hello to them...”
“What is this disgusting way of talking?”
His blue eyes looked at me like I was trash.
“Why don't you stop this now, Tulia Fraser?”
That was the moment my prayers collapsed.
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